Just a thought that came up in a thread off of 4chan about shortstacks. It came up about a sexy goblin police officer, and then people became more interested in her being competent, responsible, and atypical while struggling with the natural instincts to breed and masturbate all day long. It's been well liked so far on the Patreon and hentai foundry, where I've been posting this stuff more often to gauge people's reactions since all I have to go on here is checking views. It turned out more sweet than lewd, but still ends up in goblin boning. Kind of ties into my Ghetto Goblin Girl story and the caption pics I did on the Patreon of the goblin becoming hooked on breeding, at least in Gretchen here defying those stereotypes.
“Come on, officer… Torque. I wasn’t going THAT fast.”
“It’s Officer Torke. Pronounced Tor-kay,” Gretchen corrected as she went on filling out the ticket. She did her best to look intimidating, maintaining an expression that gave off nothing but business and a dash of disapproving frown. It was the best she could do when she was three feet tall and needed an official police-distributed stepstool to look in through a car window. Gretchen Torque was one of scarce few goblins on the police force in her whole state, and the only one in Kent County. She was likely the only goblin cop (or “coplin” or gobby in the UK) to actually take the job seriously. Given their nature, they tended to help the police as informants or by filling up their jail cells. Gretchen was one that wanted to prove all the stereotypes wrong.
She was on the short side, even for a goblin, considering they went from about three to five feet tall. She had short blue hair that curled up if she didn’t shower and lotion it every day. She kept it trim beneath her hat (which balanced itself on the edges of her broad ears), leaving it out of her pretty face that was a collection of button nose, freckles and tree frog-purple eyes. Her thick green skin had the same slightly pocked texture to it, but she took better care of herself than most to avoid the usual oily appearance. The uniform was just something she couldn’t fix. They didn’t have anything in her proper size, so her freckled boobs and wide hips pushed the uniform out to look trashier than she’d like. It could have been worse, compared to the other goblin girls she’d see on the streets, but she had to prove she wasn’t a stripogram on more than one occasion. They simply didn’t have any tops that weren’t down to her knees or exposing her underboob besides this one. She had dedicated herself to fixing up the pants herself to shorten a larger pair, and even then they hugged her butt way tighter than she wanted them to.
“You can’t be serious… my wife’s gonna kill me.” The driver groaned and slumped back into his driver seat. “I can’t afford this.”
“Should have thought of that before going 75 in a 50 zone, sir,” Gretchen said dismissively as she pulled out the ticket. She went to hand it over when the middle-aged guy took the incoming hand in his. It was warm and big and strong and it made the little goblin’s heart race.
“Look, you’re a goblin. I work with a few in my office,” the guy said carefully as he put on a more reasonable smile. “I know you’d be willing to just tear up that ticket if you maybe… drove off somewhere secluded, wasted an hour or two together, and we both leave a little happier. Right?”
“Are you… trying to get out of this ticket with sex?” Gretchen asked warily.
“I mean, off the record. It’s what you goblins crave, right? I’ve read the articles online. I’ve seen you green girls giving it out for free on the streets in the right time of year. Come on. It’ll be fun.”
“Wellll… when you put it that way…” Gretchen took back the ticket and the man grinned. She tucked it under her arm while she got her ticket book back out and scribbled another. “Here’s another for trying to solicit an officer.” The man’s face went pale as she handed him the pair of tickets. “If I were you, I’d suggest paying the fine. Wouldn’t want to go to court over it and have your wife find out about the things you said, would you?”
Gretchen smiled with her smooth and sharp teeth before she hopped off and picked up her stool. She kept her own wedding ring on her keychain in her pocket when she was on duty. She didn’t want to risk it getting lost or broken when she was “busting a perp” as the rookies liked to call it. She tried to be more mature than that. That wasn’t what she’d gone to college for, and it wasn’t what her mom had raised her to be like. Of course, sometimes it felt like that was all Gretchen did these days: everything she could to avoid being labeled as the same horny, sleazy cons and goblin sluts that made up her race’s population.
Gretchen climbed back into her squad car (with the seat boosted all the way up and her old training handbook beneath her butt) and drove off to leave the guy with something to think about and a few hundred dollars to pay. She went a few miles out to where she could park near the highway and collect her thoughts. She took a long drink of her water before she shuddered. She was a married goblin with a respectable job and steady income, and still it bothered her. There would always be that piece of her brain that pumped her full of the instinct to jump at every possible chance for a quick fuck.
Goblins were a relatively recent addition to actual modern society, legally recognized as people a couple of generations ago. They had some footholds, mostly from carving themselves a chunk of downtown where they swarmed their specialized apartments and ran their own underground market. They were a lot more in touch with their instincts than humans, and goblins were scavengers. They ate whatever they could and bred at any opportunity, as if they were still afraid of being swept up by a hawk or a wolf or an especially mean deer.
It was what made just the intimate touch of the stranger make Gretchen hold her breath and wait out the next fifteen minutes in the privacy of her car. "Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick..." She looked at herself in the rearview mirror, willing herself to fight off the hormones and the stereotypes and the expectations. She had proved everyone wrong at her recruitment training. That her stubby legs and big boobs wouldn't slow her down in the obstacle course. That she could shoot and fight as good as all the humans. And perhaps most proudly, that she had a senior officer offer her a quick fuck in the background and she had calmly declined and then reported him to their trainer. Of course, she had to go home and masturbate long into the night thinking about the incident, but the guy was promptly fired for sexual harassment and a short while before she graduated. It made her a huge hit with the lady officers.
Now, Gretchen tapped her foot on the floor of her squad car. It just made her thigh jiggle and rub against her crotch. "Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate," she reminded herself in a fresh mantra. She reached out and touched the keychain, rubbing the little gold wedding ring so that the diamond scratched harmlessly against her fingers. That while staring into the mirror finally grounded her in reality again. She sighed and settled back into her seat, letting the air conditioning cool her down when the radio crackled to life.
"Officer Torke, we've got some reports of a disturbance down on Conch Street behind Parson's Pawn. You need any backup?"
Gretchen had lucked out and worked with one of the female officers before she was deemed able to patrol on her own. "I should be fine. I'll keep you updated," she reported back in the comm before starting off towards the location. The spot was often a source of trouble. The houses were tightly packed together in that part of town, which left narrow alleyways and limited view from the outside. Sure enough, she found a half dozen goblins playing an old fashioned shell game on a folding card table. One male goblin in a cheap dress-shirt and grimy slacks was behind the table, grinning as the rest pointed and shouted over the player's shoulder.
Gretchen parked and let out a few half-started whoops with her siren that sent half the patrons running before she even got out of the car. The rest stayed put out of petrifying fear or confidence. "Okay, guys. You ready to show me a license to be running these kinds of games?" Gretchen started as she walked calmly down the alley. The players shuffled and avoided her eyes, but the one running the game turned his frown into another knowing grin.
"Hey there, officer. What's the problem here?"
"Gambling without proper license, reports of a disturbance, and illegal use of private property," she reported curtly. "Fact is, I haven't seen any of you exchanging money, so if you pack it up and go, you've done nothing wrong. As far as I know." She was trying to be fair and give them a shot to walk away.
"Ah, come on. It's part of our culture," the host of the game insisted. "Takin' idiots from their money. At least I'm pretending to have a business to it instead of thievin' like the rest of these clowns."
"Crime's still a crime," she refused. "No matter who's doing it or how severe. So disperse or tell it to them down at the station."
The gamblers seem to get the point and shuffle off, but the one behind the rest of it gave her a sneer. "Well lookit that. Guess some of us scum get to float to the top. The humans got you on a leash or has you got a rich male that got you this high by balancing on his dick?"
Gretchen's face ran a flush of red across her speckled nose. "I got myself here. And no business of yours, but I'm married."
"No you're not," the vendor sneered. "Then where's your tattoos?"
"He's a human."
The semiformal creep laughed sharply. "Oh, that's it. You got yourself a job when you're not knocked up on humie juice?" He spat with a particular precision that landed right on her cleavage. "Your kind make me sick. Bunch of pink-jumpin'..."
Gretchen caught him by his bald head and mashed it into the nearest wall. "I try to play nice!" she snapped indignantly as she clapped the cuffs onto one of his wrists. "You've got the right to remain silent that I'm sure you'll ignore. You've the right-"
She had the goblin cuffed when another, larger male grabbed her from behind and threw her to the ground. She wasn't sure who he was or where he came from, but he got her on her stomach and used his bulk to pin her down. All of Gretchen's instincts said to stay down. They wanted her to roll over. To show him her belly and spread her legs in submission and a silent plea to knock her up in the dirty alley in the middle of her shift. Her instincts were always pretty useless in a fight.
She breathed heavily for few seconds, her breasts puffing against the pavement before she let her mind take over again. She caught the handle of her nightstick and caught her attacker in the jaw with the handle. He let out a quick yowl as she smashed an elbow into his ribs and made him tumble off. She rose to her hip and drove a boot into his snout, sending a tooth and some blood from his nose and lips. He howled and clutched his face as he rolled around, so Gretchen stood up and spiked the tip of her baton into his soft gut. With him finally winded, she whirled around and took out the knee of his boss before he could make a coordinated run for it. She grabbed the radio from her belt to call for backup; not because she was especially hurt at all (goblins were squishy and stretchy enough to absorb a lot of that kind of abuse), but just because there was no way she'd be able to drag the bigger one into her car by herself.
Once they were picked up and Gretchen dusted off and calmed down again, she assured the other officers she was fine to continue with her patrol. It was a few more speeding tickets and some loiterers, making it a pretty slow day after the gamblers. The last big thing she found was a car parked outside of the local school. She saw the subtle rocking that begged her to not come a’knocking, but she had her duties. Worst case it was a perv, best case it was someone who could use some help.
In truth, it was somewhere in between. She could hear the moans and grunts, and a tanktop was tossed recklessly over the top of the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes and knocked her baton on the door. There was some hushed whispers before they opened the door. There was a pair of high schoolers; a human boy and a goblin girl. The goblin was as short as Gretchen was, if only almost as busty, but with blonde pigtails that had to be dyed. Goblin hair just didn’t come that bright and clean of a bleach blonde. She had a bra that barely stuck on her chest and some makeup that had been amateurly applied to her face and nails. Her big green eyes tried to avoid the officer’s gaze, while the human at least tried to stay in front of her with his unzipped pants.
“Oh. Uh. Hi, officer. We were just… reviewing. For an exam.”
“Really didn’t have a better excuse, huh?” Gretchen asked with a knowing gaze.
“Uh… no, ma’am.” The big guy with the long, shaggy hair let his awkwardly long legs dangle over the edge of the car.
“This your car?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Gretchen gave the flustered and blushing goblin girl a look. To his credit, the guy tried to shuffle to obstruct her view of her. “Look, I don’t have to tell you what’s wrong with all this, do I, son?”
“No, ma’am.” It was clear the guy was weirded out being called “son” by a lady half his size, but it made Gretchen stifle a smug grin.
“Right. Good. Now, I’d like a word with the young lady back there. After that, you can go ahead and drive her home and drop her off. Does that sound fair?” The girl anxiously twirled one of her pigtails and the guy bit his lip, but he looked at his sloppy makeout partner and shrugged.
Gretchen didn’t bother with taking her to her car and just took the goblin girl around the corner (Gretchen had to remind her to put her top back on first). She sat her on a bench and decided to try to wrap with her. She was young and impressionable, after all.
“Look… what’s your name, kid?”
“Trixie.”
Ouch. Uphill battle. “Well, Trixie, I know there’s a lot of history about us goblins. And not all of it’s great. But the same goes for humans. They’re not all pride and sunshine. They made mistakes and got confused just like the rest of us. I mean, look at me. I’ve got respect and pride, and a good paycheck. That’s a lot more than a lot of goblins have. And you know what? I never had to fuck anybody to get here. All it took was my folks telling me that I could do it. I just want you to know that you’ve got options, right? You can wait until marriage, save yourself, and you’ll know that partner really cares about because you saved sex just for him. I’m not saying like… like, a little before marriage is okay. I’m not saying be psycho about it. But take it easy. You’re better than those urges. You should always use protection, otherwise you’re gonna end up one of those sluts with a dozen kids hanging off their tits and so fat they can barely walk. You don’t want to end up as one of those hookers, do you?”
Trixie blinked at her, realizing there was a moment of quiet from Gretchen’s rambling. “Uh… I am?”
“You’re saving for marriage?” Gretchen asked skeptically. Was she one of those kids who was trying to get married while they were still in school?
“No, I’m like, a hooker. Already.” She went back to twirling one of her pigtails.
“So… he was…?”
“Mmmmmaybe?”
Gretchen frowned. “...can I see some ID?” Trixie pulled out her license. She was 28. Two years younger than Gretchen. Gretchen hung her head and sighed. “Oh for the love of…” she grumbled as she took out the cuffs.
Gretchen ended up letting the boy go and Trixie getting promptly processed and bailed out by her pimp. She ended her patreon and went back to work out in the gym for a little while before some of the other female officers stopped by while she was working on the heavy bag. They had heard about the assault in the alley, and share their sympathies and encouraging the capable little goblin gal. They treated her as one of the girls, always making a good impression for the ladies as much as she was goblins. They loved to go on about how she was so strong and independent, and how they had human friends with less self-respect than they did. It did Gretchen’s heart good. Still, when they were going out for drinks and invited her along, but she politely declined. She had a date with her husband, which they gushed over being so sweet.
When the day finally ended, she popped her wedding ring back on and hurried back home (well within the speed limit of course) until she jumped out of her car and threw her car keys into the basket on the low shelf by the door. “Ughhhh. Today!” she groaned as she immediately started to unbutton her top.
“That bad?” Alan Torke was watching TV in the living room, waiting for her like an overly casual but loyal dog. There was no dinner ready, but she was never exactly hungry when she got home.
“Worst in a long time,” she grunted as she lost the pants as well. She peeled off her panties by the time she was in the living room, throwing them into the laundry hamper he had left out in preparation for her return. She hated to admit how much of the dampness of her panties was from raw arousal compared to her sweat. “I have had so many creeps touching and grabbing me that it’s like a fucking hot tub down there.”
“Poor baby,” Al cooed as he pulled his pants down. He knew she didn’t like to be kept waiting longer than she had to or else she started to get crabby. He slid a condom on that he’d kept handy and held open his arms so that she didn’t even have to slow down. Gretchen jumped into his lap and wiggled into him, pressing her tits on his chest. With a single thrust and a firm grunt from the both of them, she sheathed her husband inside of her. Gretchen gave a long, drawn out sigh as she finally felt Al back inside her pussy like a piece missing from her puzzle. Her eyelids fluttered briefly as the ribbed rubber ran through her.
“Fuuuuuck yes. Thank you, sweetie,” she moaned, kissing him on the lips. “I needed that.”
“So what’s the matter?” he asked as he started to rub her shoulders. She shut her eyes and purred as her hips started to buck in a lazy rhythm.
“Just dealing with a bunch of shitheads today,” she groaned. “This jerkass tried to seduce me to get out of a ticket, and I had to kick some asses when some fuckers in an alley thought they were tough.”
“Poor thing,” Al consoled patiently as he hugged her more tightly. Her breasts squished up until they forced their way over his shoulders before flopping back down when her hips pumped down onto his covered cock.
“Ugh, and I met this streetwalker fucking this human boy in a car. I gave her a lecture about underage sex and self respect before I figured out she was a whore…” She grunted as she leaned harder into her next thrust, taking him all the way in and holding him there like a vaginal thermometer before she backed off again.
“Ooh boy. I mean, what are you gonna do? Goblins can get like that.”
“Not when they’ve got a great guy like you to come back to,” Gretchen muttered, burying her face into his neck and peppering him with kisses. He let loose a laugh as she turned around, sitting in his lap and leaning her back into him. Alan slid his hands under her arms to lift her up an inch or two, letting her get comfortable before sliding his shaft back into her snatch. She shuddered and almost went limp as she laid on him, breathing heavily as she started to bounce her hips on him more intently.
“I'm such a horny monster,” Gretchen muttered softly between her pouty lips.
“You're my wife. You're supposed to be a little dirty when you're around me.” Al kissed at one of her wide ears and she tingled all over, making her fidget and clench around his dick.
“You perv,” she whispered like a sensual secret as she ran a hand through Alan's hair. She laid back against him as naturally comfortable as if Alan's dick were her favorite chair, grinding until the slight bulge pushed out of her lower belly. Alan wasn't ridiculously hung (though she'd never tell him that) but at her size it didn't matter. Humans equaled big and hard, so her body naturally loved it all and fought to fit all she could inside her.
Alan could tell when she was starting to relax. Her mouth stayed open but she'd stopped griping about her day. Her eyes stayed just barely open and she breathed in these long, slow breaths as if she was falling asleep. After resisting her urges all day at work, she just wanted to indulge in something. Who was he to complain?
He felt himself reaching his limit, so he went for their usual signal. He grabbed Gretchen by the breasts and squeezed them like a pair of green stress balls. It instantly made her little toes curl and a husky cry escape her lips. She bent her legs to brace her feet on his thighs, starting to squat up and down in as firm as rapid a fucking as she could give. Alan bit his lip and had to grab one of the chair’s arms to steady himself as he came inside her. Even with it cut off by the condom, her goblin pussy sensed the shift in pressure and opened up wider. It let him drive his cock even deeper inside her, making Gretchen emit one last scream of bestial pleasure before cumming herself. A quick squirting of her juices onto the carpet and she was left slumped against him, breathless and witless as he hugged her tightly around the ribs.
“Yea… I super needed that one,” Gretchen muttered. She climbed off of his dick and turned to investigate his erection. “The condom stayed on, right? Nothing got out?”
“No, you're clean,” Alan reported. She always asked. They thought of having kids someday, but neither wanted that just yet (despite what Gretchen’s hormones said sometimes).
“Good. I am not ready to turn myself into a walking watermelon yet. Did you hear they've made a drug that can put us in heat 24/7? What's wrong with those people?”
“They're goblins. They'll do what they want, and people will keep trusting them. I know a girl who got on those pills at the office. They say she's never felt happier. Had to hire some new girl for her replacement and everything.” Alan had pulled on his pants and went to turn on the stove to start making dinner. “Besides, you'd make a cute little melon, Gret.”
The goblin cop wiggled back into her panties and followed him to the kitchen, giving him an approving slap on the ass. “Right. I bet you'd like that, you overgrown perv.”
“Says the girl who needs a dick everyday after work.”
“Its genetic!” Gretchen said with a huff as she took the milk from the fridge. She let Alan get some of the food going before she shuffled over and hugged his leg. “I'll tell you what, though… even if I were a human, I'd still be addicted to you.”
“Bet you wouldn't be half as cute if you were.” He rubbed a hand through her hair as she nuzzled his crotch, tempting herself with his familiar scent. The idea of their post-coital dinner had her hungry, but more intense were her cravings for seconds on her husband’s dick. She gave a small groan of defeat as she pulled his pants back down.
“I'm so pathetic,” she groaned.
“Hey.” Alan caught her by the chin when she was halfway to his cock, her mouth still hanging open. “You're a good girl and a hard worker. You earned this.” She closed her mouth enough to smile up at him. “You just happen to be my dicksucking greenbean slut too.”
“You're such a sweetheart,” she giggled as she blushed. She let him get back to his cooking while she wolfed down his member.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Soap Opera Drama (commission)
For some reason, a lot of stuff just got done and approved in the last week or so. And that's not counting the stuff I did on the Patreon... so this is apparently based on a Spanish soap opera where two characters threw down on the set. The buyer wanted their actresses to throw down as payback outside the show. It's also set in the olden days and takes place in a torture chamber so... this is another one of those bloody ones. Lot of cutting and gouging more than full blown dismemberment, but still pretty brutal.
The set of Aguila Roja was every bit as heated and vicious as the soap opera itself. Two of their biggest stars were constantly butting heads. Miryam Gallego and Inma Cuesta were regularly in shouting matches, and they had gladly clashed in their fight scene on camera. Even Miryam was content to attack her on-set rival, even if that meant losing to her in front of the viewers (which naturally didn't sit well with Miryam).
Miryam was the taller of the two, 5'5" and a few years older at 41 years old. She had paler skin and hair a darker shade of blonde. She had a small but alluring chest, and her strong facial features were accented by a number of almost tactically-placed moles.
Inma, meanwhile, was only 5'3" and 37 years old. The size difference was compensated by her large and beautiful breasts. She was proud to show off that particular part of her dark skin, her flowing black hair running over her shoulders and drawing the eye back to her bosom. Unlike Miryam, she was unmarried. One thing they did have in common was that Inma was interested in Miryam's husband.
Their feud reached its boiling point when Miryam's friend broke the news to her. "What?!" she shouted (translated to English for your convenience). "How?!"
"He's meeting her on the set tonight, after we close up shop. I heard them out in the hall," he reported. "I thought you'd want to know."
"Damn right I do!" Miryam snapped. "Thank you, Elian, but I need another favor. You're coming with me tonight and we're going to catch them in the act!"
And that was that. Elian wasn't about to argue with the fighting-mad starlet, and he came with her to confront the adulterous pair. It felt like something right out of the show, and the fact that they were in the medieval dungeon set didn't make it any less dramatic. They even found her husband with Inma, both starting to undress as he kissed the busty younger woman.
"I knew it!" Miryam blurted. "I can't believe it, but I knew it! How could you cheat on me with this cow-titted whore!?"
"Don't listen to that washed up bitch," Inma said, sending a sneer towards her rival. "Would you rather have a REAL woman with REAL curves, or a hag who's still getting over her acne problems?" Inma was quietly but dreadfully jealous of the unique beauty of Miryam's face and took every chance she could to insult or attack it.
"If you think being fat makes you a better catch, be my guest," Miryam snapped as she stormed up to her, shoving Inma in her bigger breasts. They were both clad in similar loose dresses, though Inma's previous plans made it so that her dress was lower on her shoulders thanks to Miryam's husband. "But you are a dumbass cunt to think you'll be taking MY man from me, I’ll be glad to show you which of us would win in a real fight!”
"You think you'd beat me, you titless whore? Don't make me turn this set into a REAL torture chamber!" Inma shoved her rival's smaller chest with both hands, sending her stumbling back until her hip bounced off the prop torture rack behind her.
"That's it, you cheating cunt!" Miryam snarled as she threw herself at her hated rival in acting and love alike. She landed the first real hit as she punched Inma straight across the jaw, sending her staggering from the impact. Her head hung as she rubbed her mouth in the aftermath of the surprising blow, leaving her open for Miryam to grab her hair and slam her knee up into her hanging breasts. Inma gave a low, abrupt grunt as her already low-hanging dress failed to contain her beautiful breasts, spilling them out into the open air. The men made no efforts to stop them as Miryam pounded her fist furiously against Inma's back and dropped her to the floor.
"How's that for a torture scene!?" Miryam shouted down at her, spitting on Inma's back. "Too bad you're only good at stage fighting and not the real thing!" She felt confident that the matter was settled, but the half-topless Inma had snatched up the coiled leather whip from the floor nearby. She turned and lashed out with it, no expert with such a weapon but good enough that it cracked noisily across Miryam's chest. Even with her smaller breasts and more naturally-placed dress, the weapon drew a scream from the freckled actress as she recoiled from the painful whipping.
"Who psycho bitch!" Miryam shouted at her as she rubbed her chest. The freckled breasts had a line of bold red flesh across her sternum, a blatant flaw to her attractively patterned skin. She backed away with a snarl, but her eyes ran over the set. Apart from the rack, there was a number of different chains and ropes, vices, clamps, stakes, a chair lined with shallow but sharp spikes, and even a branding iron left over some electrically-heated coals. For all her threats, the place really was equipped to be used as a real torture chamber.
The next crack of Inma's whip came quickly, but her winding up made its path rather obvious. Miryam sidestepped it to let it snap at the floor as she rushed in, tackling Inma to the ground and wrestling with her for the weapon. Miryam dug her nails into her wrist, slamming the arm against the floor to try to ruin her grip. Inma clawed at Miryam's neck, scratching thin red marks down her neck before the busty adulteress' nails arrived on Miryam's freckled breasts and buried themselves as deep into her skin as they could go.
Miryam screamed from the piercing claws digging into her tits, but she instinctively turned her pain into rage and snatched a handful of Inma's hair. She lifted and slammed Inma's head repeatedly into the floor, the shorter actress grunting each time her skull bounced against the hard (if still fake) stone. She grabbed and tore at Miryam's dress, exposing her smaller breasts but unable to stop the freckled woman's assault.
Inma finally dropped the whip as Miryam crawled on top of her stomach, pinning the chestier woman's arms down with her knees. She hated those sacks of fat and how shamelessly she flaunted them around the studio. Now she was tempting her husband with them! Having them right between her thighs made too tempting a target. Miryam reached onto a nearby table, careful not to lose her position while she grabbed one of the rough iron spikes. After a moment of consideration, she grabbed a second.
"No! No, you mole-covered cunt!" Inma shouted fearfully as she saw the torture devices. Miryam ignored her as she raised the sharpened metal rods.
"You should have thought of this before you whipped me, you man-stealing bitch!" Miryam grinned sadistically as she drove the metal spikes down onto Inma;s chest as if she were some sort of overly busty vampire. The pinned actress screamed as the props proved too dull to outright impale her, but they were honed to a clean enough point to push painfully into her skin. As Miryam started to drag them across her beautiful brown breasts, Inma's eyes watered as they left rough and irregular scratches across her tender tits. They weren't clean or straight cuts, the rough spikes varying on whether they left slashes or rough abrasions on her skin, but so long as it was drawing blood and making the bitch scream, Miryam didn't care.
Inma grabbed her attacker by the wrists, wrestling with Miryam’s grip on the weapons. Miryam struggled with her, obsessed with destroying her enviable tits, but Inma sent her knee upward in an abrupt slam to Miryam's cunt. She let out a guttural groan as she fell off clutching her pussy while Inma threw the prop spikes aside.
Inma grabbed multi-headed lash nearby, snatching it up as quickly as she could. They were too close up to use even the shorter whip effectively, but she climbed on top of Miryam and straddled her stomach. She held either end of the lash's handle and pressed it down across Miryam's throat, getting the older woman to choke and kick her feet around wildly beneath her.
Miryam reached for her attacker's face, but Inma leaned back away from her. The choking woman missed clawing at her eyes, but she caught the bust of her dress and pulled at it in a desperate bid to escape. It left a long, loud tear down the middle of Inma's clothes, her breasts spilling out into view. The adulteress hadn't planned on needing a bra for her late night fling, after all.
"You fucking whore! My dress!" Inma shouted, as if she needed an excuse to raise the stakes with her opponent. She released one end of the flail and punched Miryam in her freckled face.
With Miryam groaning and her resistance halted, Inma grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her knees. The freckled star could only push and flail at her weakly in her battered daze, forced to knee-walk along until Inma smashed her forehead into the nearby table full of generic torture tools. The metal bounced and rattled as Miryam's skull bounced off the hard wood, eyes glazing over from the impact. Inma wasn't content with that, still carrying the jealousy towards Miryam's exotically speckled face. She couldn't pass up such an opportunity to damage her rival's good looks.
Inma slammed Miryam's face into the edge of the table again, but this time held her in place and ground her back and forth against the rough wood. The older actress started to scream, and soon she felt fresh blood running over her face from from her split forehead. The pain fed her instincts and outrage, slamming an elbow back into Inma's belly. The busty and topless actress grunted and lost her grip. Miryam gave a quick yank on her hair, smashing her nose into the work table. While Inma clutched her aching face, Miryam grabbed and threw her by the dress to drop her onto the table.
Inma was still caught up with clutching her face when Miryam grabbed one of the small hammers on the table. It was probably meant to be used in combination with the stakes (or maybe the props department hadn't really thought that far head), but it would still make do. She swung the small but heavy hunk of iron right on Inma's belly button, making her gag and spit the air out of her lungs. She pounded her gut a few more times with her fists and hammer until Inma was curling up, trying to protect her stomach from the blows and the splashes of blood still coming Miryam's face.
With that target taken from her, she went after her ideal victims: Inma's breasts. Miryam grabbed her by the tits and squeezed, burying her nails into the smaller chest and squeezing them out of shape. Inma gave a long howl of agony as the bitch's claws dug deep enough to draw blood.
"I never milked a cow before! I guess the slutty ones' milk runs red!" Miryam taunted as she yanked on the tits, jerking them from side to side like she was trying to rip the jugs right off of her.
"You fucking psycho cunt!" Inma screeched back at her, grabbing her wrists and rolling this way and that.
Miryam loved watching her victim squirm, but she didn't expect that when she next rolled towards her, Inma threw a kick into her with all her weight. Her leg slammed right into her tits at full force, sending Miryam staggering back. Her modest-sized and soft breasts bounced around in her dress until one popped out over the fabric, coughing for air while Inma leaned over the edge of her torturous table. She grabbed the metal prop spear that was leaned up against a nearby wall, turning and swinging it like a staff. The head wouldn't be especially sharp, of course, but it was still a metal rod that cracked into the side of Miryam's head.
The older actress staggered drunkenly from the shot to the head, leaning on her elbows on the table while Inma jumped back off. With Miryam still seeing stars, Inma grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into the vice that was mounted against the table.
"I think it's time you had a boobjob, you useless cunt!" Inma shouted as she crammed her breast into the sturdy metal. Miryam came to just to realize what was happening, shoving and clawing at Inma's face and chest. She fended her off long enough to spin the wheel controlling the vice, swiftly mashing itself around one of her tits. It was Miryam's turn to scream as the tool’s rough teeth bit into her soft flesh and began to hideously distort her tit within the grasp of its unrelenting metal.
Miryam was too busy pushing and prying at the tool to stop Inma from cackling with glee. The older actress found no escape in her clawing, chipping her nails with effort. Inma grabbed a wooden baton from the table and bashed it across Miryam’s back, getting the married woman to drop to her knees with a howl of agony.
“That’s right! Get back on your knees like the gutter whore you really are!” Inma gloated. She tucked the weighted stick under her arm to grab the back of Miryam’s dress. Miryam had tears coming from her face as her upper body arched to keep it as close to the vice as possible. The tool was already stretching her breast out, leaving a painful burning sensation in her attached chest muscles.
Inma quickly got to work ripping her clothes off, clawing at her dress and then her panties soon leaving Miryam with nothing on at all. The only scraps she had left were those close enough to her breasts to be also caught in the vice’s grip. “You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! You man-stealing piece of donkey shit!” she ranted, mad with pain and rage.
“Ha! Kill me? Let’s see you pull that off with your tiny tits getting turned into pancakes!” Inma mocked her, grabbing the whip once again. She was free to wind up a heavy swing that snapped it across her bare back, getting a long and shrill scream from Miryam’s lips. She lashed her several times more before stepping close enough to punch her in the back with the fist that still held the whip’s handle. She grabbed her hated rival by the hair and pulled her ear up to her lips.
“I win already. I’m going to pop your pathetic tits and carve those freckles off your face before I fuck your husband in front of you,” she hissed into her ear. Inma was confident in her victory, but she hadn’t counted on just how much of a frenzy Miryam was in to drive her through her pain. She grabbed one of the rough metal stakes in one hand while the other yanked up Inma’s dress, ramming it between her legs to spike it into her pussy.
Inma immediately howled in agony, and Miryam was satisfied to find that when she pulled her hand back the stake stayed wedged inside of her cunt. Inma still had a grip on her hair, but she fell over backward as she collapsed to the floor. The only downside to Miryam’s counter attack was that with the grip on her hair remaining, it pulled her down at full force. It dragged her tit out of the vice in the roughest way possible, and Miryam let out a sickening cry of pain as it stretched and scraped her freckled breast before letting it go. The more modest breast hung loose and limp, the muscles stretched if not torn.
Miryam was still free, and she had one more reason to extract vengeance on her enemy. This low to the ground, she felt the faint warmth on the side of her damaged breast. Her eyes went to the source and grinned as she spotted the electric heater that gave off its glow, keeping warm the branding iron tipped with a crucifix. While Inma was struggling to pull the stake out of her pussy as gingerly as she could, Miryam rose and kicked her in the mouth, sending her crumbling back to the floor while she ran for the branding iron. She spit on the tip, confirming that it was red hot. It was meant to be used to burn a piece of leather during the close-ups to imply actual branding, but it would do the real deal just as well.
“Let’s see how well you cook, you slut pig,” Miryam threatened as she planted her foot on Inma’s stomach. The younger actress was still in a daze, trying to hurry back up when she spotted the glowing iron.
“No! No, you fucking psycho bitch!” Inma shouted. She dragged her claws down Miryam’s legs in an attempt to drag her off, but the vengeful woman still speared the brand into the cheating woman’s chest and held it in her bigger tits. Inma screeched in pain as her beautiful jugs gave off smoke and crackled with the burning of her skin and fat.
“Try showing off those fat tits now, you thieving cunt!” Miryam shouted at her. She twisted the branding iron against her skin, not even sparing her the dignity of a clean mark. The streak of burning flesh formed a crude X shape on Inma’s big proud jugs, making her contort from the blinding, burning pain. Inma seemed to be thrashing blindly, but her one leg arced upward to smash Miryam square in the cunt. Miryam gave a raspy gasp of pain, her hands lunging to protect her naked crotch. Inma smacked the branding iron from her opponent's hands, but the damage was already done. The crooked cross was scarred into her gorgeous breasts and the heat of the iron had left several parts of her dress on fire. She stood up and hurried to throw it off, leaving them both nude and baring their various damaging marks.
Both ladies were hurting but they were too furious to consider stopping now. "You jealous cunt," Inma snarled as she charged at Miryam.
Her rival met her with equal passion, clawing and grabbing at each other in a blind fury. Inma started to turn her claws towards Miryam's face and chest, targeting her alluringly freckled skin. Miryam grabbed and squeezed at Inma's large, scarred up breasts, twisting and tearing them to ruin her pair of pride and joys.
As they performed their violent dance around the set before Miryam finally shoved Inma's breasts. While Inma didn't stumble very far, it was enough for her to fall backward against the arm of the spike-lined chair. She shrieked and jumped as the barbs jabbed into her back, but Miryam was already coming after her. She shoved Inma harder back, holding her against the torture device so that the back and arms of the chair drove into Inma's ass and back. She screamed and thrashed while Miryam flashed her a grin, gritting her teeth in effort.
"Maybe a few more holes will help your fat ass lose some weight!" Miryam hissed. She took Inma by the neck and started throttling her against the painful spines. Inma sputtered for air, but she didn't have time to regroup before Miryam lifted her up off the chair. She spun Inma back around, admiring the small but bleeding holes that had been jabbed into her back. Miryam bent her over the chair, this time front first as she bashed her chest and stomach against the metal spikes.
"YAGHHHHHH! Inma screamed in agony, but it only encouraged Miryam to continue. She held her by the hair and neck, using them as handles to bounce her up and down so that more fresh holes were stabbed into her big bosom.
Inma was finally forced to brace a hand against the barbed arm of the chair, giving her enough leverage to spike an elbow back into Miryam's stomach. The freckled woman started back a step, but she was off-balance enough that her foot pressed into the hot iron she had dropped on the floor. She gave out a startled shriek and let go of her foe, finally allowing Inma to rip herself off of the spikes and throw her bloody body into her foe. She slammed chest to chest with Miryam, but her arms lashed out to the side. She grabbed at the table of tools for something to help exact her revenge.
Miryam's footing was still throw off, so Inma's charging tits were able to smash her into the wall of fake stone. It was still sturdy enough to hold both of their weight as Inma raised her latest weapon to bear on the cornered Miryam. In her hand was a large, dull set of pliers that she quickly snapped around Miryam's healthier breast and twisted it all the way around. Miryam howled in agony as the skin of her tit visibly stretched and distorted to accommodate the pressure. Inma just shook it around to add to the violent contortion, the smaller and freckled breast bouncing around against her crudely branded one.
"Let GO, you cheating cunt!" Miryam howled, her eyes wide and watering with agony as her second breast was being stretched and ruined. She gouged her fingers into the sickly wet flesh of Inma's burn wound, forcing a similarly animalistic screech from her foe. After several long and agonizing seconds of screaming into each other's faces, Inma removed and raised the pliers before she stabbed them into Miryam's upper breast. The dull but dense metal dragged down Miryam's skin, catching and skipping slightly whenever it hit one of her moles.
At first she was paralyzed by the pain, forced to let Inma carve her way down her beautifully patterned breast. Something gleamed in the corner of her teary eyes, letting Miryam spot a flickering torch on the wall. It lacked the fire of the brand or the coals. The far-off prop wouldn't be on camera for long, so it was nothing more than some finely shaped iron with a flickering orange light bulb inside.
Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.
Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.
Miryam pulled the painful tool from her flesh, cringing as the blood ran down her tender tit. They clattered to the ground as Miryam took the prop torch in both hands, swinging it hard overhead and clubbing Inma over one of her breasts with it. The bustier actress howled in pain as her tit was flattened between the bludgeon and the floor. She twisted and shuddered in agony as she glared up at her rival.
"I am going to carve every one of those ugly zits off of you!" she threatened through gritted teeth.
"Still cocky, are we? Maybe popping the last of your fat balloons will shut you up!" Miryam raised her torch once more, but Inma grabbed the pliars that she had dropped. Rather than her breast, she clamped them around Miryam's labia and pulled, stretching and tearing her pussy lips. The pinching and twisting metal plucked out random bits of pubic hair in the process, adding to the intense stinging in Miryam's snatch as she had to hold onto the wall just to stay standing.
"I think it's time we neutered this stupid bitch! Don't you, lover?" Inma snarled, addressing her husband.
Inma sadistically jammed and pulled the pliers, leaving rough cuts as she forced her pussy lips to sag and gape apart. She stood up sharply, lifting part of her labia open as Miryam dug her nails into the wall for relief. While no such relief came, she was able to focus long enough to brace her foot against Inma's stomach. She shoved Inma hard with one thrust of her leg, pushing off from the wall and sending her busty foe flying backward. Miryam had lined up her shot just right, leaving Inma to fall into the perfect seated position on the spike-covered chair.
Inma gave a sharp gasp as the spikes dug into her back and ass. She moved gingerly, trying to pull herself out without causing too much damage, but Miryam had other plans. She came charging after Inma, body slamming her with her bloody, smaller chest. Even with the pain it sent through Miryam's breast, the mad screams of pain it caused in Inma made it more than worth it. She started to writhe and squirm, but as Miryam sat up, she was pleased to see her sobbing, suffering rival had the entire back of her body covers in blood and wounds where she'd been driven against the chair. All Inma could do was twitch and cry, drained from all the pain running through her body and unable to fight back. Miryam gave her rival a parting slap to one of her bloody tits before she turned away.
"As for you!" Miryam pointed angrily at her husband, storming in his direction. Even though she was exhausted, the blood and injuries only served to make her look that much more menacing. "What the hell were you thinking! Why were you fucking this fat-titted slut!?"
"I'm only flesh and blood!" he insisted, throwing up his hands. "What do you expect me to do with a beauty like that!?"
"What you SHOULD be doing with your beautiful wife!" Miryam put her fists on her naked hips, making her sagging breasts bounce and dangle from her chest. "You can't expect to walk away from this one and for me to just let it slide!"
"Why not? You caught us, nothing really happened. Let's go home and..."
"Oh no you don't. You can't give me those same 'forgive me' eyes! I've had it with your shit! I don't need you!" To prove her point, Miryam turned to her staring friend. She stepped up to him and pulled him by the collar, pressing him against her damaged breasts and kissing him intensely on the mouth. He was stunned at first, but then wrapped his arms around her to pull her deeper into their kiss. She didn't need her cheating husband! She was better than that! She had men dying to get their hands on her and not take her for granted.
Her husband could only watch that for so long before he turned away in disgust. He went to the chair and took Inma by the hand, gingerly helping her up off of the countless spikes. She was weak and lightheaded from the blood loss and her exhausted muscles, staggering with every step.
Of course, now that she was freed from her literal torture, Inma wasn't about to let her rival leave in peace. She grabbed the small hammer from the tools and bashed it into the back of Miryam's head. The older actress fell to her knees, clutching her head as she turned around. Inma just went in swinging her hammer repeatedly, pounding it over and over on Miryam's already aching breasts.
"Go to Hell, you ugly, shit-eating cunt!" Inma ranted, mad with pain and rage. Miryam raised her hands in a semi-effective defense against the blows, but it bought her the time to sneak an uppercut into Inma's cunt. She grunted and dropped the hammer from her shaking hands, letting the weary Miryam tackle her around the waist and slam her to the ground.
"Miryam! Stop this!" her friend shouted. "You don't have anything to prove to them anymore, remember?!"
But something in the bloody starlet had snapped. Miryam straddled her enemy and grabbed a length of chain that had fallen from the table of tools. She wrapped it around her fist and pounded Inma's face with some metal-lined punches. The busty actress' head rattled around from the blows, her back slowly bleeding over the dungeon floor. She was seeing stars while her face was swollen and bleeding, but she still reached for Miryam's face like a striking viper. Her claws scraped across Miryam's eyes, making her scream and recoil as she clutched her freckled face. There were several bleeding scratches across her face that leaked between her fingers. Inma couldn't be sure if she had taken her eye yet, but she didn't care enough to find out.
Inma tore the chain from Miryam's hand and shifted behind her, wrapping it around her throat and pulling it back with all her might. She braced her feet against Miryam's back, brutally choking Miryam with it. Her throat swelled and distorted under the hellish pressure, and Miryam's eyes bulged (both intact, apparently) while she drooled over her bloody tits. She clawed at the cold iron helplessly as she managed to make out Inma's hissed words.
"Surrender, bitch! Say I'm the better woman or I'll end you! I swear!"
Miryam let out some more choking noises, but she raised her hands and did her best at nodding. Inma appeared to ignore her as her face turned redder, but spoke up again. "One condition: we have another contest. I fuck your husband, you fuck your friend. First to make them cum wins."
Miryam nodded more frantically, and Inma finally released half of the chain. The freckled star fell to the ground wheezing and retching, but she was alive. Inma rose unsteadily as she walked over to Miryam's husband, grabbing him by the balls assertively. "If I make him cum first, you become my slave for one month. If you make him cum first, I spare you and you're free to go." It was a skewed deal, naturally, but she had nearly murdered Miryam a moment ago. She nodded to Inma's terms, taking a few minutes to correct her breathing. Neither woman would be able to fully recover that night, so once her air supply was taken care of, they went to it.
Inma and Miryam started on their men at the same time, and it was obviously an uphill battle for the both of them. They kissed and rubbed down their men as they stripped them nude, but their shaking hands, weary muscles and trembling legs were obvious obstacles. Miryam's husband helped by easing Inma onto her back, but the busty actress hissed as her bloody back hit the ground. She shifted to mount him instead, bouncing up and down while she groped her damaged breasts. Inma hard started sucking off her friend, who did his best to remind himself of how beautiful the freckled woman could be. Her skin was now covered in bruises and gashes more than freckles, and her bouncing bosom dripped blood on his legs.
He tried to encourage her by stroking her face and squeezing her soft breasts, but it had mixed results. She cringed from the touch to her bruises and flopping tits, but moaned once the pain faded and move to sit in his lap. He held her by the hair, one of the few things not bleeding on her entire body as he started to fuck her from behind. "Come on, papi. You can do it! Cum in me!" she grunted, bouncing up and down with her ass thrust out into his stomach.
"Fuck me like that old witch wouldn't let you," Inma challenged the husband right back. "Her pussy's too weak for a man like you. I can take it! I've got tits and pussy like she can only dream of!" He grabbed her big breasts, and even though Inma screamed out in pain, the screams turned to moans as she bit her lip, clearly starting to enjoy the treatment in a twisted way.
"Oh god... Miryam," her friend panted into her ear. "I'm so close. Just like that. I think I'm... almost..."
"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, handsome!" Miryam purred, almost begging. Her pride and possibly her life were on the line now. She felt her friend's cock swell to its full girth when she heard her husband let out a loud and low grunt. Inma let out a quick shout of her own as he squeezed her tits too hard, but he pulled out and squirted his cum over her stomach and pussy.
"NO!" Miryam wailed right before her friend came inside of her seconds too late. Inma laughed as she rose and strode over to Miryam, dripping her husband's cum while she grabbed the bloody bitch by the hair.
"Looks like we have ourselves a new slave, honey!" Inma cackled to her adulterous lover. "Why don't you start by cleaning your husband's cum out of my pussy?" Miryam's face twisted in disgust and despair, but she was broken in every way. She crumbled to her knees, no strength left in her legs or her spirit as she started to eat Inma's pussy. She kept a grip on Miryam's hair, making her stay down there until the freckled star tasted both her husband and her rival's cum on her lips, all accompanied by Inma's awful insults and cruel laughter.
The following month was awful for Miryam. She worked as a maid for Inma, and that was on the slow days. She was forced to service both her rival and her ex-husband, and Inma made a point to invite Miryam's friend over "since he liked it so much." It was always humiliating to let him see what she had become. Inma also forced her to work at a cheap strip club in the area, everyone recognizing the famous (if badly beaten) star of Aguila Roja. They paid plenty to see her famous tits, now scarred and saggy. When the photos got out, she was promptly kicked off of the show. Even when Inma freed her after her month of enslavement, she was left with nothing but her savings from her time on tv. Desperate and alone, she only had two things to go back to: she moved in with the same friend who had witnessed her downfall, and became a regular as a fallen star of a dancer at the strip club.
The set of Aguila Roja was every bit as heated and vicious as the soap opera itself. Two of their biggest stars were constantly butting heads. Miryam Gallego and Inma Cuesta were regularly in shouting matches, and they had gladly clashed in their fight scene on camera. Even Miryam was content to attack her on-set rival, even if that meant losing to her in front of the viewers (which naturally didn't sit well with Miryam).
Miryam was the taller of the two, 5'5" and a few years older at 41 years old. She had paler skin and hair a darker shade of blonde. She had a small but alluring chest, and her strong facial features were accented by a number of almost tactically-placed moles.
Inma, meanwhile, was only 5'3" and 37 years old. The size difference was compensated by her large and beautiful breasts. She was proud to show off that particular part of her dark skin, her flowing black hair running over her shoulders and drawing the eye back to her bosom. Unlike Miryam, she was unmarried. One thing they did have in common was that Inma was interested in Miryam's husband.
Their feud reached its boiling point when Miryam's friend broke the news to her. "What?!" she shouted (translated to English for your convenience). "How?!"
"He's meeting her on the set tonight, after we close up shop. I heard them out in the hall," he reported. "I thought you'd want to know."
"Damn right I do!" Miryam snapped. "Thank you, Elian, but I need another favor. You're coming with me tonight and we're going to catch them in the act!"
And that was that. Elian wasn't about to argue with the fighting-mad starlet, and he came with her to confront the adulterous pair. It felt like something right out of the show, and the fact that they were in the medieval dungeon set didn't make it any less dramatic. They even found her husband with Inma, both starting to undress as he kissed the busty younger woman.
"I knew it!" Miryam blurted. "I can't believe it, but I knew it! How could you cheat on me with this cow-titted whore!?"
"Don't listen to that washed up bitch," Inma said, sending a sneer towards her rival. "Would you rather have a REAL woman with REAL curves, or a hag who's still getting over her acne problems?" Inma was quietly but dreadfully jealous of the unique beauty of Miryam's face and took every chance she could to insult or attack it.
"If you think being fat makes you a better catch, be my guest," Miryam snapped as she stormed up to her, shoving Inma in her bigger breasts. They were both clad in similar loose dresses, though Inma's previous plans made it so that her dress was lower on her shoulders thanks to Miryam's husband. "But you are a dumbass cunt to think you'll be taking MY man from me, I’ll be glad to show you which of us would win in a real fight!”
"You think you'd beat me, you titless whore? Don't make me turn this set into a REAL torture chamber!" Inma shoved her rival's smaller chest with both hands, sending her stumbling back until her hip bounced off the prop torture rack behind her.
"That's it, you cheating cunt!" Miryam snarled as she threw herself at her hated rival in acting and love alike. She landed the first real hit as she punched Inma straight across the jaw, sending her staggering from the impact. Her head hung as she rubbed her mouth in the aftermath of the surprising blow, leaving her open for Miryam to grab her hair and slam her knee up into her hanging breasts. Inma gave a low, abrupt grunt as her already low-hanging dress failed to contain her beautiful breasts, spilling them out into the open air. The men made no efforts to stop them as Miryam pounded her fist furiously against Inma's back and dropped her to the floor.
"How's that for a torture scene!?" Miryam shouted down at her, spitting on Inma's back. "Too bad you're only good at stage fighting and not the real thing!" She felt confident that the matter was settled, but the half-topless Inma had snatched up the coiled leather whip from the floor nearby. She turned and lashed out with it, no expert with such a weapon but good enough that it cracked noisily across Miryam's chest. Even with her smaller breasts and more naturally-placed dress, the weapon drew a scream from the freckled actress as she recoiled from the painful whipping.
"Who psycho bitch!" Miryam shouted at her as she rubbed her chest. The freckled breasts had a line of bold red flesh across her sternum, a blatant flaw to her attractively patterned skin. She backed away with a snarl, but her eyes ran over the set. Apart from the rack, there was a number of different chains and ropes, vices, clamps, stakes, a chair lined with shallow but sharp spikes, and even a branding iron left over some electrically-heated coals. For all her threats, the place really was equipped to be used as a real torture chamber.
The next crack of Inma's whip came quickly, but her winding up made its path rather obvious. Miryam sidestepped it to let it snap at the floor as she rushed in, tackling Inma to the ground and wrestling with her for the weapon. Miryam dug her nails into her wrist, slamming the arm against the floor to try to ruin her grip. Inma clawed at Miryam's neck, scratching thin red marks down her neck before the busty adulteress' nails arrived on Miryam's freckled breasts and buried themselves as deep into her skin as they could go.
Miryam screamed from the piercing claws digging into her tits, but she instinctively turned her pain into rage and snatched a handful of Inma's hair. She lifted and slammed Inma's head repeatedly into the floor, the shorter actress grunting each time her skull bounced against the hard (if still fake) stone. She grabbed and tore at Miryam's dress, exposing her smaller breasts but unable to stop the freckled woman's assault.
Inma finally dropped the whip as Miryam crawled on top of her stomach, pinning the chestier woman's arms down with her knees. She hated those sacks of fat and how shamelessly she flaunted them around the studio. Now she was tempting her husband with them! Having them right between her thighs made too tempting a target. Miryam reached onto a nearby table, careful not to lose her position while she grabbed one of the rough iron spikes. After a moment of consideration, she grabbed a second.
"No! No, you mole-covered cunt!" Inma shouted fearfully as she saw the torture devices. Miryam ignored her as she raised the sharpened metal rods.
"You should have thought of this before you whipped me, you man-stealing bitch!" Miryam grinned sadistically as she drove the metal spikes down onto Inma;s chest as if she were some sort of overly busty vampire. The pinned actress screamed as the props proved too dull to outright impale her, but they were honed to a clean enough point to push painfully into her skin. As Miryam started to drag them across her beautiful brown breasts, Inma's eyes watered as they left rough and irregular scratches across her tender tits. They weren't clean or straight cuts, the rough spikes varying on whether they left slashes or rough abrasions on her skin, but so long as it was drawing blood and making the bitch scream, Miryam didn't care.
Inma grabbed her attacker by the wrists, wrestling with Miryam’s grip on the weapons. Miryam struggled with her, obsessed with destroying her enviable tits, but Inma sent her knee upward in an abrupt slam to Miryam's cunt. She let out a guttural groan as she fell off clutching her pussy while Inma threw the prop spikes aside.
Inma grabbed multi-headed lash nearby, snatching it up as quickly as she could. They were too close up to use even the shorter whip effectively, but she climbed on top of Miryam and straddled her stomach. She held either end of the lash's handle and pressed it down across Miryam's throat, getting the older woman to choke and kick her feet around wildly beneath her.
Miryam reached for her attacker's face, but Inma leaned back away from her. The choking woman missed clawing at her eyes, but she caught the bust of her dress and pulled at it in a desperate bid to escape. It left a long, loud tear down the middle of Inma's clothes, her breasts spilling out into view. The adulteress hadn't planned on needing a bra for her late night fling, after all.
"You fucking whore! My dress!" Inma shouted, as if she needed an excuse to raise the stakes with her opponent. She released one end of the flail and punched Miryam in her freckled face.
With Miryam groaning and her resistance halted, Inma grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her knees. The freckled star could only push and flail at her weakly in her battered daze, forced to knee-walk along until Inma smashed her forehead into the nearby table full of generic torture tools. The metal bounced and rattled as Miryam's skull bounced off the hard wood, eyes glazing over from the impact. Inma wasn't content with that, still carrying the jealousy towards Miryam's exotically speckled face. She couldn't pass up such an opportunity to damage her rival's good looks.
Inma slammed Miryam's face into the edge of the table again, but this time held her in place and ground her back and forth against the rough wood. The older actress started to scream, and soon she felt fresh blood running over her face from from her split forehead. The pain fed her instincts and outrage, slamming an elbow back into Inma's belly. The busty and topless actress grunted and lost her grip. Miryam gave a quick yank on her hair, smashing her nose into the work table. While Inma clutched her aching face, Miryam grabbed and threw her by the dress to drop her onto the table.
Inma was still caught up with clutching her face when Miryam grabbed one of the small hammers on the table. It was probably meant to be used in combination with the stakes (or maybe the props department hadn't really thought that far head), but it would still make do. She swung the small but heavy hunk of iron right on Inma's belly button, making her gag and spit the air out of her lungs. She pounded her gut a few more times with her fists and hammer until Inma was curling up, trying to protect her stomach from the blows and the splashes of blood still coming Miryam's face.
With that target taken from her, she went after her ideal victims: Inma's breasts. Miryam grabbed her by the tits and squeezed, burying her nails into the smaller chest and squeezing them out of shape. Inma gave a long howl of agony as the bitch's claws dug deep enough to draw blood.
"I never milked a cow before! I guess the slutty ones' milk runs red!" Miryam taunted as she yanked on the tits, jerking them from side to side like she was trying to rip the jugs right off of her.
"You fucking psycho cunt!" Inma screeched back at her, grabbing her wrists and rolling this way and that.
Miryam loved watching her victim squirm, but she didn't expect that when she next rolled towards her, Inma threw a kick into her with all her weight. Her leg slammed right into her tits at full force, sending Miryam staggering back. Her modest-sized and soft breasts bounced around in her dress until one popped out over the fabric, coughing for air while Inma leaned over the edge of her torturous table. She grabbed the metal prop spear that was leaned up against a nearby wall, turning and swinging it like a staff. The head wouldn't be especially sharp, of course, but it was still a metal rod that cracked into the side of Miryam's head.
The older actress staggered drunkenly from the shot to the head, leaning on her elbows on the table while Inma jumped back off. With Miryam still seeing stars, Inma grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into the vice that was mounted against the table.
"I think it's time you had a boobjob, you useless cunt!" Inma shouted as she crammed her breast into the sturdy metal. Miryam came to just to realize what was happening, shoving and clawing at Inma's face and chest. She fended her off long enough to spin the wheel controlling the vice, swiftly mashing itself around one of her tits. It was Miryam's turn to scream as the tool’s rough teeth bit into her soft flesh and began to hideously distort her tit within the grasp of its unrelenting metal.
Miryam was too busy pushing and prying at the tool to stop Inma from cackling with glee. The older actress found no escape in her clawing, chipping her nails with effort. Inma grabbed a wooden baton from the table and bashed it across Miryam’s back, getting the married woman to drop to her knees with a howl of agony.
“That’s right! Get back on your knees like the gutter whore you really are!” Inma gloated. She tucked the weighted stick under her arm to grab the back of Miryam’s dress. Miryam had tears coming from her face as her upper body arched to keep it as close to the vice as possible. The tool was already stretching her breast out, leaving a painful burning sensation in her attached chest muscles.
Inma quickly got to work ripping her clothes off, clawing at her dress and then her panties soon leaving Miryam with nothing on at all. The only scraps she had left were those close enough to her breasts to be also caught in the vice’s grip. “You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! You man-stealing piece of donkey shit!” she ranted, mad with pain and rage.
“Ha! Kill me? Let’s see you pull that off with your tiny tits getting turned into pancakes!” Inma mocked her, grabbing the whip once again. She was free to wind up a heavy swing that snapped it across her bare back, getting a long and shrill scream from Miryam’s lips. She lashed her several times more before stepping close enough to punch her in the back with the fist that still held the whip’s handle. She grabbed her hated rival by the hair and pulled her ear up to her lips.
“I win already. I’m going to pop your pathetic tits and carve those freckles off your face before I fuck your husband in front of you,” she hissed into her ear. Inma was confident in her victory, but she hadn’t counted on just how much of a frenzy Miryam was in to drive her through her pain. She grabbed one of the rough metal stakes in one hand while the other yanked up Inma’s dress, ramming it between her legs to spike it into her pussy.
Inma immediately howled in agony, and Miryam was satisfied to find that when she pulled her hand back the stake stayed wedged inside of her cunt. Inma still had a grip on her hair, but she fell over backward as she collapsed to the floor. The only downside to Miryam’s counter attack was that with the grip on her hair remaining, it pulled her down at full force. It dragged her tit out of the vice in the roughest way possible, and Miryam let out a sickening cry of pain as it stretched and scraped her freckled breast before letting it go. The more modest breast hung loose and limp, the muscles stretched if not torn.
Miryam was still free, and she had one more reason to extract vengeance on her enemy. This low to the ground, she felt the faint warmth on the side of her damaged breast. Her eyes went to the source and grinned as she spotted the electric heater that gave off its glow, keeping warm the branding iron tipped with a crucifix. While Inma was struggling to pull the stake out of her pussy as gingerly as she could, Miryam rose and kicked her in the mouth, sending her crumbling back to the floor while she ran for the branding iron. She spit on the tip, confirming that it was red hot. It was meant to be used to burn a piece of leather during the close-ups to imply actual branding, but it would do the real deal just as well.
“Let’s see how well you cook, you slut pig,” Miryam threatened as she planted her foot on Inma’s stomach. The younger actress was still in a daze, trying to hurry back up when she spotted the glowing iron.
“No! No, you fucking psycho bitch!” Inma shouted. She dragged her claws down Miryam’s legs in an attempt to drag her off, but the vengeful woman still speared the brand into the cheating woman’s chest and held it in her bigger tits. Inma screeched in pain as her beautiful jugs gave off smoke and crackled with the burning of her skin and fat.
“Try showing off those fat tits now, you thieving cunt!” Miryam shouted at her. She twisted the branding iron against her skin, not even sparing her the dignity of a clean mark. The streak of burning flesh formed a crude X shape on Inma’s big proud jugs, making her contort from the blinding, burning pain. Inma seemed to be thrashing blindly, but her one leg arced upward to smash Miryam square in the cunt. Miryam gave a raspy gasp of pain, her hands lunging to protect her naked crotch. Inma smacked the branding iron from her opponent's hands, but the damage was already done. The crooked cross was scarred into her gorgeous breasts and the heat of the iron had left several parts of her dress on fire. She stood up and hurried to throw it off, leaving them both nude and baring their various damaging marks.
Both ladies were hurting but they were too furious to consider stopping now. "You jealous cunt," Inma snarled as she charged at Miryam.
Her rival met her with equal passion, clawing and grabbing at each other in a blind fury. Inma started to turn her claws towards Miryam's face and chest, targeting her alluringly freckled skin. Miryam grabbed and squeezed at Inma's large, scarred up breasts, twisting and tearing them to ruin her pair of pride and joys.
As they performed their violent dance around the set before Miryam finally shoved Inma's breasts. While Inma didn't stumble very far, it was enough for her to fall backward against the arm of the spike-lined chair. She shrieked and jumped as the barbs jabbed into her back, but Miryam was already coming after her. She shoved Inma harder back, holding her against the torture device so that the back and arms of the chair drove into Inma's ass and back. She screamed and thrashed while Miryam flashed her a grin, gritting her teeth in effort.
"Maybe a few more holes will help your fat ass lose some weight!" Miryam hissed. She took Inma by the neck and started throttling her against the painful spines. Inma sputtered for air, but she didn't have time to regroup before Miryam lifted her up off the chair. She spun Inma back around, admiring the small but bleeding holes that had been jabbed into her back. Miryam bent her over the chair, this time front first as she bashed her chest and stomach against the metal spikes.
"YAGHHHHHH! Inma screamed in agony, but it only encouraged Miryam to continue. She held her by the hair and neck, using them as handles to bounce her up and down so that more fresh holes were stabbed into her big bosom.
Inma was finally forced to brace a hand against the barbed arm of the chair, giving her enough leverage to spike an elbow back into Miryam's stomach. The freckled woman started back a step, but she was off-balance enough that her foot pressed into the hot iron she had dropped on the floor. She gave out a startled shriek and let go of her foe, finally allowing Inma to rip herself off of the spikes and throw her bloody body into her foe. She slammed chest to chest with Miryam, but her arms lashed out to the side. She grabbed at the table of tools for something to help exact her revenge.
Miryam's footing was still throw off, so Inma's charging tits were able to smash her into the wall of fake stone. It was still sturdy enough to hold both of their weight as Inma raised her latest weapon to bear on the cornered Miryam. In her hand was a large, dull set of pliers that she quickly snapped around Miryam's healthier breast and twisted it all the way around. Miryam howled in agony as the skin of her tit visibly stretched and distorted to accommodate the pressure. Inma just shook it around to add to the violent contortion, the smaller and freckled breast bouncing around against her crudely branded one.
"Let GO, you cheating cunt!" Miryam howled, her eyes wide and watering with agony as her second breast was being stretched and ruined. She gouged her fingers into the sickly wet flesh of Inma's burn wound, forcing a similarly animalistic screech from her foe. After several long and agonizing seconds of screaming into each other's faces, Inma removed and raised the pliers before she stabbed them into Miryam's upper breast. The dull but dense metal dragged down Miryam's skin, catching and skipping slightly whenever it hit one of her moles.
At first she was paralyzed by the pain, forced to let Inma carve her way down her beautifully patterned breast. Something gleamed in the corner of her teary eyes, letting Miryam spot a flickering torch on the wall. It lacked the fire of the brand or the coals. The far-off prop wouldn't be on camera for long, so it was nothing more than some finely shaped iron with a flickering orange light bulb inside.
Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.
Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.
Miryam pulled the painful tool from her flesh, cringing as the blood ran down her tender tit. They clattered to the ground as Miryam took the prop torch in both hands, swinging it hard overhead and clubbing Inma over one of her breasts with it. The bustier actress howled in pain as her tit was flattened between the bludgeon and the floor. She twisted and shuddered in agony as she glared up at her rival.
"I am going to carve every one of those ugly zits off of you!" she threatened through gritted teeth.
"Still cocky, are we? Maybe popping the last of your fat balloons will shut you up!" Miryam raised her torch once more, but Inma grabbed the pliars that she had dropped. Rather than her breast, she clamped them around Miryam's labia and pulled, stretching and tearing her pussy lips. The pinching and twisting metal plucked out random bits of pubic hair in the process, adding to the intense stinging in Miryam's snatch as she had to hold onto the wall just to stay standing.
"I think it's time we neutered this stupid bitch! Don't you, lover?" Inma snarled, addressing her husband.
Inma sadistically jammed and pulled the pliers, leaving rough cuts as she forced her pussy lips to sag and gape apart. She stood up sharply, lifting part of her labia open as Miryam dug her nails into the wall for relief. While no such relief came, she was able to focus long enough to brace her foot against Inma's stomach. She shoved Inma hard with one thrust of her leg, pushing off from the wall and sending her busty foe flying backward. Miryam had lined up her shot just right, leaving Inma to fall into the perfect seated position on the spike-covered chair.
Inma gave a sharp gasp as the spikes dug into her back and ass. She moved gingerly, trying to pull herself out without causing too much damage, but Miryam had other plans. She came charging after Inma, body slamming her with her bloody, smaller chest. Even with the pain it sent through Miryam's breast, the mad screams of pain it caused in Inma made it more than worth it. She started to writhe and squirm, but as Miryam sat up, she was pleased to see her sobbing, suffering rival had the entire back of her body covers in blood and wounds where she'd been driven against the chair. All Inma could do was twitch and cry, drained from all the pain running through her body and unable to fight back. Miryam gave her rival a parting slap to one of her bloody tits before she turned away.
"As for you!" Miryam pointed angrily at her husband, storming in his direction. Even though she was exhausted, the blood and injuries only served to make her look that much more menacing. "What the hell were you thinking! Why were you fucking this fat-titted slut!?"
"I'm only flesh and blood!" he insisted, throwing up his hands. "What do you expect me to do with a beauty like that!?"
"What you SHOULD be doing with your beautiful wife!" Miryam put her fists on her naked hips, making her sagging breasts bounce and dangle from her chest. "You can't expect to walk away from this one and for me to just let it slide!"
"Why not? You caught us, nothing really happened. Let's go home and..."
"Oh no you don't. You can't give me those same 'forgive me' eyes! I've had it with your shit! I don't need you!" To prove her point, Miryam turned to her staring friend. She stepped up to him and pulled him by the collar, pressing him against her damaged breasts and kissing him intensely on the mouth. He was stunned at first, but then wrapped his arms around her to pull her deeper into their kiss. She didn't need her cheating husband! She was better than that! She had men dying to get their hands on her and not take her for granted.
Her husband could only watch that for so long before he turned away in disgust. He went to the chair and took Inma by the hand, gingerly helping her up off of the countless spikes. She was weak and lightheaded from the blood loss and her exhausted muscles, staggering with every step.
Of course, now that she was freed from her literal torture, Inma wasn't about to let her rival leave in peace. She grabbed the small hammer from the tools and bashed it into the back of Miryam's head. The older actress fell to her knees, clutching her head as she turned around. Inma just went in swinging her hammer repeatedly, pounding it over and over on Miryam's already aching breasts.
"Go to Hell, you ugly, shit-eating cunt!" Inma ranted, mad with pain and rage. Miryam raised her hands in a semi-effective defense against the blows, but it bought her the time to sneak an uppercut into Inma's cunt. She grunted and dropped the hammer from her shaking hands, letting the weary Miryam tackle her around the waist and slam her to the ground.
"Miryam! Stop this!" her friend shouted. "You don't have anything to prove to them anymore, remember?!"
But something in the bloody starlet had snapped. Miryam straddled her enemy and grabbed a length of chain that had fallen from the table of tools. She wrapped it around her fist and pounded Inma's face with some metal-lined punches. The busty actress' head rattled around from the blows, her back slowly bleeding over the dungeon floor. She was seeing stars while her face was swollen and bleeding, but she still reached for Miryam's face like a striking viper. Her claws scraped across Miryam's eyes, making her scream and recoil as she clutched her freckled face. There were several bleeding scratches across her face that leaked between her fingers. Inma couldn't be sure if she had taken her eye yet, but she didn't care enough to find out.
Inma tore the chain from Miryam's hand and shifted behind her, wrapping it around her throat and pulling it back with all her might. She braced her feet against Miryam's back, brutally choking Miryam with it. Her throat swelled and distorted under the hellish pressure, and Miryam's eyes bulged (both intact, apparently) while she drooled over her bloody tits. She clawed at the cold iron helplessly as she managed to make out Inma's hissed words.
"Surrender, bitch! Say I'm the better woman or I'll end you! I swear!"
Miryam let out some more choking noises, but she raised her hands and did her best at nodding. Inma appeared to ignore her as her face turned redder, but spoke up again. "One condition: we have another contest. I fuck your husband, you fuck your friend. First to make them cum wins."
Miryam nodded more frantically, and Inma finally released half of the chain. The freckled star fell to the ground wheezing and retching, but she was alive. Inma rose unsteadily as she walked over to Miryam's husband, grabbing him by the balls assertively. "If I make him cum first, you become my slave for one month. If you make him cum first, I spare you and you're free to go." It was a skewed deal, naturally, but she had nearly murdered Miryam a moment ago. She nodded to Inma's terms, taking a few minutes to correct her breathing. Neither woman would be able to fully recover that night, so once her air supply was taken care of, they went to it.
Inma and Miryam started on their men at the same time, and it was obviously an uphill battle for the both of them. They kissed and rubbed down their men as they stripped them nude, but their shaking hands, weary muscles and trembling legs were obvious obstacles. Miryam's husband helped by easing Inma onto her back, but the busty actress hissed as her bloody back hit the ground. She shifted to mount him instead, bouncing up and down while she groped her damaged breasts. Inma hard started sucking off her friend, who did his best to remind himself of how beautiful the freckled woman could be. Her skin was now covered in bruises and gashes more than freckles, and her bouncing bosom dripped blood on his legs.
He tried to encourage her by stroking her face and squeezing her soft breasts, but it had mixed results. She cringed from the touch to her bruises and flopping tits, but moaned once the pain faded and move to sit in his lap. He held her by the hair, one of the few things not bleeding on her entire body as he started to fuck her from behind. "Come on, papi. You can do it! Cum in me!" she grunted, bouncing up and down with her ass thrust out into his stomach.
"Fuck me like that old witch wouldn't let you," Inma challenged the husband right back. "Her pussy's too weak for a man like you. I can take it! I've got tits and pussy like she can only dream of!" He grabbed her big breasts, and even though Inma screamed out in pain, the screams turned to moans as she bit her lip, clearly starting to enjoy the treatment in a twisted way.
"Oh god... Miryam," her friend panted into her ear. "I'm so close. Just like that. I think I'm... almost..."
"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, handsome!" Miryam purred, almost begging. Her pride and possibly her life were on the line now. She felt her friend's cock swell to its full girth when she heard her husband let out a loud and low grunt. Inma let out a quick shout of her own as he squeezed her tits too hard, but he pulled out and squirted his cum over her stomach and pussy.
"NO!" Miryam wailed right before her friend came inside of her seconds too late. Inma laughed as she rose and strode over to Miryam, dripping her husband's cum while she grabbed the bloody bitch by the hair.
"Looks like we have ourselves a new slave, honey!" Inma cackled to her adulterous lover. "Why don't you start by cleaning your husband's cum out of my pussy?" Miryam's face twisted in disgust and despair, but she was broken in every way. She crumbled to her knees, no strength left in her legs or her spirit as she started to eat Inma's pussy. She kept a grip on Miryam's hair, making her stay down there until the freckled star tasted both her husband and her rival's cum on her lips, all accompanied by Inma's awful insults and cruel laughter.
The following month was awful for Miryam. She worked as a maid for Inma, and that was on the slow days. She was forced to service both her rival and her ex-husband, and Inma made a point to invite Miryam's friend over "since he liked it so much." It was always humiliating to let him see what she had become. Inma also forced her to work at a cheap strip club in the area, everyone recognizing the famous (if badly beaten) star of Aguila Roja. They paid plenty to see her famous tits, now scarred and saggy. When the photos got out, she was promptly kicked off of the show. Even when Inma freed her after her month of enslavement, she was left with nothing but her savings from her time on tv. Desperate and alone, she only had two things to go back to: she moved in with the same friend who had witnessed her downfall, and became a regular as a fallen star of a dancer at the strip club.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Z Is For Zhang-Oh, Part 1
First part of a sequel to the Zhang-Oh series. The project's going a bit long, so though I'd share the first chunk. It's got some returning faces, some new, some sword fights on a train...the works.
To: Management Team
Subject: RE: Zhang-Oh Franchise
Attachment: Z Is For Zhang-Oh.doc
Attached is a copy of another Zhang-Oh script I came across (Zhang-Oh being the old kung-fu/spaghetti Western/sexploitation movie we discovered a few months ago that's been so commonly passed around the office). This one seems to be a sequel, by the script numbers and lack of footage unlike the last one. I don't know if the rumors are true about the rerelease or rebooting of the franchise, but I deemed this a useable asset to the studio.
Please review it as per standard procedure.
Exterior: Western town from afar. Sun high on the desert sky, the camera PANS into...
A Dragon symbol etched on a red dress - it’s curvature and claws reaching for the bountiful, bouncing chest visible through the cleavage window of the dress. The woman’s raven hair flows like silk in the wind, covering her dark almond eyes. This is Zhang Oh…..
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Zhang had taken on a quiet life lately. After defeating and humiliating the bandit queen Valentina in combat, the local bounties and criminals had all been captured or gotten wise to Zhang’s actions. This landed the Chinese bounty huntress quite a bit of money - money that she hadn’t had a chance to spend. Instead, it had all gone to her sisters, Zhu and Song, who had put it into their laundry business. In time, the laundry business expanded into a general goods store. Of course, with the money all invested into the shop, the family certainly wasn’t rich yet....at least not in the luxurious manner Zhang had anticipated.
Still, the Zhang family certainly had the town's respect and knowing Zhang was around, the town would not hear of any troublemakers loitering around. As a result of peace and prosperity, Zhang found work as a delivery girl for her sister’s business, taking her mule with small loads of clothing and dry goods to smaller towns that could not be reached by train.
Of course, those who knew about the law of the land - the untamed Wild West - knew that Zhang would naturally run into trouble. Or more precisely, trouble would find Zhang….
It was a fairly unremarkable delivery that day – a small house in a small town with a small order of rice and salt and the usual custom clothing delivery. Zhang parked her mule nearby (she didn't bother binding the trusty mount any more) and carried the small pack of goods with her, clad in her standard slippers, dress, straw hat and poncho.
As she neared her destination, Zhang noticed a commotion going on in front of the address she was delivering to. A young Chinese girl (looking close to but no later than her early 20s) was facing off against a man in work clothes. She had twin braids and kung fu shoes much like Zhang's, though she was dressed in far simpler clothes than Zhang's ornate dress. She also wore flowing gray pants and something between a vest and a shirt that fit loosely around her chest. Every punch the man threw, the girl flowed around it and struck him with a firm palm strike or chop. With a sharp cry, she spun and put him out with a spinning high kick, where the man waved a hand in surrender as he rubbed his jaw. He tossed a few coins onto the ground in front of the girl as she bowed. Between her style and her humble garb, Zhang was reminded of the monks back in her homeland.
“There you have it!” chimed a younger girl from a nearby stool. Judging by her nose and hair, Zhang suspected her as a sister or other sort of relative. “Mei Chan is the winner! Who is next?! Who wants to challenge the fastest hands in East and West?!”
A thin crowd had gathered to watch the show as Zhang checked briefly on her mule. Seeing him secure, she stepped up to the space where Mei was hosting her little games. "How about it, girl? I could use the challenge," Zhang offered. The rowdy audience quieted a bit at the sight of the other Asian woman, starting to mutter for various reasons.
"Who is that?" One young man asked as he nudged his friend. "She has really BIG-"
"That's the fighter known as The Dragon," another Chinese man pointed out in a lowered voice. "I heard she fought and stripped some gweipor whore who attacked her sisters."
"Wait, what?! Like stripped her of her actual clothing and everything?"
“Yes. Stripped naked as a warning to all the dangerous criminals in the land. Her name is….”
“Zhang-Oh," Mei chimed in recognition. "It would be an honor to duel the famous Dragon!"
The two women stood upright in front of each other, quietly eyeballing one another. "So you've heard of me, then?" Zhang said, taking off her basket hat and setting it off to one side.
"Everyone here has heard of the tale of the lone woman who defeated the three bandit bitches."
"Well now... since you know who you're up against, I'm surprised you want to carry on." Zhang shifted her weight. Her strong legs slid across the sand as she raised her hands into a readied fighting stance. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Mei followed suit, a wider and lighter stance that Zhang felt she faintly recognized. An older style, but not one she was familiar with. "On the contrary. I'm going to beat you and then, take your reputation from you... and your clothes!"
"Is that so?" Zhang said with a small, bemused smirk on the corner of her mouth. "Then you'll have to come here and take it, then. Just don't go losing your own clothing in the process. Especially in front of all these boys."
Mei blushed for a moment as her eyes darted to the audience and back at her opponent, fixing her smile back into place. "They'll appreciate the show. Behold the stripping of the legend, Zhang-Oh." Even with her declaration, they both stood still and ready in their stances. A faint breeze blew by, rolling Zhang's broad hat away from her side right before they sprang into action.
Both girls threw several swift strikes at each other, blocking those that came at them and vice versa. Mei was distinctly more fluid in her techniques, tending to whip from one side of her body to the other with swift palm strikes. Zhang's form remained far more stiff and solid, so even with her added momentum she was able to match and block the longer blows.
Zhang ended up shoving a hand upward to knock away Mei’s next strike. While her one arm bounced away, the challenging local struck out with her other in one smooth gesture. She grabbed onto Zhang’s breast, and as Mei fell back she swept her wrist down sharply and tore away a part of Zhang-Oh’s dress. Her breast bounced into view as the crowd started to mumble. With such a technique used against her, the calm and collected Zhang finally pieced together that she may need to take Mei seriously.
Mei smirked at Zhang as she tossed the scrap of dress aside while her other hand rested on her hip. The crowd muttered and whistling in surprise or admiration of the showdown and the embarrassing move. If Mei wanted a challenge, Zhang would have to draw upon the training and skills she'd used against Valentina and her crew.
"You could have done some actual damage instead," Zhang replied cooly, shifting her stance a bit. She had been treating it as a spar, and even Mei only barely noticed the changes in her intent and posture. Mei bounced towards her, a skip in her step almost like a dancer. She threw out another palm thrust, but Zhang's leg kicked her in the elbow to throw off her momentum. The local challenger stumbled, but spun around to reclaim her footing. By then Zhang had planted her leg between Mei's, catching her by the hair and hip-tossing her over her thigh. Mei threw her weight into it to land on her feet in a quick show of acrobatics but Zhang rose quicker and responded with a kick in her opponent's back. The younger fighter almost fell forward, but whirled back around for another flowing kick.
Zhang had already ducked under the strike, rising back up with a flowing gesture of her own. She delivered a double palm strike to Mei's chest, her strong fingers burying deep into the soft skin.
The effect of the power blow was immediate. Mei was suddenly sent flying back, launched off their simple stage and crashing into a clutter of tarps and barrels. The crowd was too shocked to follow her crash landing right away, but Zhang could see that her loose shirt had popped open and tore the front of her bra in half to send the undergarment flying through the air. Zhang-Oh gasped, surprised at just how busty the girl was. She estimated the bouncing boobs to be about the size of her own, only they looked even bigger on Mei's slim figure. Mei seemed to realize it before she hurried to cover herself back up.
Zhang nodded at Mei, casually tugging at her dress to cover up what little she could of her open breast. "This fight's over. You can let it go."
Mei opened her mouth to protest at first, but she nodded quietly instead. The bounty huntress looked to the audience sternly, making it clear that she was talking to them as well. The crowd muttered and turned to walk off while Zhang plucked falling pieces of Mei's dress from the air. She whistled sharply, getting one of the young men to look up. Zhang tossed him the scrap, watching the boy's eyes went from Mei to the garment then back at Zhang. The boy and Mei both blushed before he hurried off, and Zhang smirked quietly to herself.
"I'll see myself out. I have some tailoring to do," Zhang said, taking the piece of her own dress from the ground and dusting it off. She turned back to her donkey when Mei called after her.
"Wait!" Mei hurried out in front of the strolling Zhang, who came to a lazy halt. Mei quickly dropped to her knees and bowed deeply. "I'm so sorry! Please, will you come to my house for dinner as my apology!?"
After some short work with a needle and thread, Zhang had herself presentable and sitting at a table inside The Golden Duck. Mei's family ran the local restaurant, getting business from various local workers bold enough to try and enjoy the foreign cuisine. Mei had brought out dishes of baked chicken by the time Zhang was ready, sitting across from her as they spoke and ate.
"Your cooking is delicious," Zhang admitted. "More importantly, your skills as a martial artist are very impressive. You just need to work on adapting to your opponent.
"That means my technique is flawed," Mei conceded, frowning dejectedly.
"Many of the ancient styles still are. You are still young. More challenges will come, and they will help shape your abilities."
"That's easy for you to say. You're famous!"
"That fame wasn't so easily earned."
"Perhaps you're right. Even if it is regrettable, at least I lost to the best."
"Reflect on it, but do not linger on a loss for too long. If you want that boy to like you, you must let your style's flow take hold of you." Mei blushed and lowered her head, poking at her chicken as a distraction. Zhang smirked as it seemed to confirm her suspicions about Mei and the boy that had been staring at her. Zhang hid her grin as she took another bite. "This chicken is truly delicious."
"Thank you, Madam!" Mei piped up, eager to change the subject. It is a traditional recipe passed down through my family."
"Well, I can't believe you run this place by yourself."
"Yes, well after my parents passed, I ended running this place with...."
There was some noise around the front door. zhang quietly noted it from the corner of her eye, but Mei's lack of a reaction beyond a rolling of her eyes told her it wasn't any real trouble entering. The new faces were those of four Chinese men, noisily stomping into the room. Two appeared to be around Mei's age, one a good ten years older and the other rather elderly. They had loose work clothes, though each of them wore a Z neatly cut out of their shirts.
"Back from deliveries, Mei," one of the younger men. "Any more for us to run?"
"I was cooking for our guest, so no," Mei said rather sternly. "Zhang-Oh, these are my cousins, uncle and grandfather. The help I'd mentioned." Zhang just gave them a small nod of acknowledgement as she continued eating, but the men clearly eyed her more intently.
"Aren't you that female fighter who captured all those bandits awhile back?" one of the cousins pried.
"Perhaps I am." Zhang leaned over for the small dish of sauce, her soft boobs gliding across the table. The men's eyes wandered right after them.
"Whoa....I, uh, I think..." Zhang caught him staring, sliding an arm in the way and sitting back upright.
"Well you've brought a lovely guest home, Mei," her grandfather spoke up jovially. "You're very healthy, you know, miss? Hehehe..."
"Hey! You get out of here, you dirty old man! Is that any way to treat a guest! Same to the rest of you!" Mei stood up and shoved her grandfather awa from the table, herding the boys back into the kitchen with swift but harmless shoves, smacks and kicks until they were out of sight.
"Please ignore those idiots, Madam Zhang. I apologize about their behavior."
"Why? It's only natural to stare. Besides, I've already seen that you had a nice pair yourself." Mei blushed and bit her lip. "If you want to impress that boy of yours, you could to learn how to show it off rather than beating up railroad workers. There aren't many Chinese girls with chests like that around here. The more you stand out, the better."
"Perhaps you're right..." Mei muttered, toying with her fork again. It was at this time that a man burst into the room, a large bruise on his cheek and a shallow cut on his arm. He dragged another with him, a slimmer man with an even worse beating. Both had the same Z's etched into their shirts with the clean, sharp strokes.
"Zorra. It was Zorra! The Masked Harlot strikes again!"
Zhang looked at them quietly eat took another bite of her meal with her chopsticks. "I am curious. Who is this Zorra?" she asked calmly.
Mei went towards the door and grabbed a wanted poster from the bulletin board, thrusting it back at Zhang-Oh. "This! She is a mysterious bandit that has been attacking and robbing the railways. She goes after not just the trains but workers as well. She brands those she has beaten with a "Z" on their body.
"I noticed your cousins and uncles had that mark as well,"
Zhang said, nodding back in their direction as the boys went to help the wounded men.
"Yes," Mei replied, visibly scowling ahead of her. "That bitch will pay for this. Mark my word."
"And no one has been able to bring this lone bandit down?"
"The locals fear her. She moves swiftly and wears a mask so no one knows her identity."
"I see..." Zhang finally picked up the poster and gave it a long look. She hadn't seen it near her home or she would have likely gone looking for her. The figure was a shadowy one, overly done with the blank ink. It colored in much of her figure, painting a woman in a mask and a head of black hair. She was visibly armed with a sharp rapier, a pistol, and generous cleavage. "You know, I could use the extra money...." Zhang muttered.
"Really?" Mei asked, partly surprised and part hopeful. "You're actually considering hunting down the bandit Zorra?"
"Now, now. I never said I would take this job. I'm simply considering it."
"Still, a chance to see the Dragon hunt... it's an exciting prospect."
"Well, for one thing," Zhang added. "I will need weapons. A sword to match my opponent's."
"I have a sword! A jian blade. It belonged to my ancestors, passed down from generation to generation."
"Then, I will borrow that weapon. I will bring my nunchaku as well."
"How is that going to work against a swordswoman?"
"Don't worry. She'll learn what it's capable of in due time."
Mei was starting to look excited at the prospect. "Madam Zhang, take me with you! You've seen me fight. I can beat this woman and avenge my family's honor."
"I'd considered it. But my answer is no."
"But-"
"-I won't hear anymore," Zhang stood up and pulled on her poncho. "You are still young, Mei. Stay here where you belong."
Mei looked like she wanted to say all sorts of things, but she slumped back in her seat. "Fine..."
"I promise you, I will find this Zorra and defeat her."
Zhang got up and walked off towards the door, her powerful and shapely hips rolling back and forth behind her.
"Hey, who's the new waitress with the nice body?" One of the uninjured railroad workers delivered a slap to Zhang's bouncing butt, raising some laughter from the customers as the tension left the room.
Zhang stood still for a moment before whirling and sending an explosive high kick that knocked the man off his feet. He was hurled into an empty table, smashing it completely in half as he landed. What was Hell to one man was Heaven for everyone else, as Zhang held the high kick's position. Those that hadn't suffered The Dragon's wrath were left to witness Zhang's strong, exposed leg and the edges of her thong.
Zhang pointed to the rest of the crowd. "I will unmask Zorra and bring her back here for all to see. Any fool who stands in the path of the Dragon will feel her wrath!"
As everyone sat in silence, an astonished and adoring Mei watching the woman known as The Dragon leave her restaurant. She pushed the door closed as a final cool breeze blew in past her.
Madame August Reynard was a woman of status, and she preferred to carry herself as one. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up into a bun, keeping it out of her dark eyes and strong cheekbones. Her body was tall and slim, the effect was helped by her blue corset that pushed up her noticeable chest. She looked over a number of documents, particularly maps of the railroad that was being built heading towards South America. It was a project of her husband's that she had inherited, just like the rightful ownership of the town. She had often kept quiet and out of his way, but after being given this sort of opportunity, she wanted to make the most of it.
"Uhh.... Miss Reynard?" Her secretary squeaked open the door, the mousey woman looking uncertain from behind her glasses.
"Yes, Miss Plainfield?"
"There's a... chesty Chinese woman here to see you. Says you'd know her by 'The Dragon."
Madame Reynard nodded as she finished whatever train of thought had her eyes on the map. She looked back up briefly. "Alright. See her in."
August went to the small cabinet by her desk, taking out a wine bottle and glasses. She'd just set them on a clear spot on her desk when Zhang was led in, Plainfield awkwardly trying to avert her eyes from her chest with mixed success. She shut the door behind them as August poured a glass of wine and slid it over towards Zhang. The martial artist seemed to ignore it.
"So you're the one offering this expensive reward, huh?" Zhang reached under her poncho and placing the wanted poster on the table. She reached back into her pockets to produce and light one of her cigars.
"Indeed, I am, miss...."
"Zhang is fine."
"Well, Miss Zhang, it would seem I have a little problem here."
"Well from what I gathered, Zorra has not attacked your town."
"Not yet. But Lady Zorra disrupts any potential profits I may have in the future. That's why, if I am to stay a wealthy woman, I'm willing to pay bounty hunters such as yourself handsomely to see that she never makes it this far." Zhang puffed out a stubby cloud of smoke, and Madame August eyed how her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. "Though, I must admit, this is the first I have seen an oriental bounty huntress."
"Perhaps you know my reputation as The Dragon then. The women who have crossed me learned of it the hard way."
"I see," Madame Reynard's face brightened with a devilish smile as she opened her drawer. She leaned far over, showing the some of her cleavage in blatant view of the bounty huntress. It almost came off as her being seductive until she rose back up with a bundle of cash. "Perhaps you can show me, then."
"I want half upfront," Zhang explained. "Also, call the bounty off. I can handle the job myself."
"My, my, isn't our little Dragon greedy?"
"If you want good results, you had better pay well. Fortunately for you, you have found the right woman."
"A bold approach, Miss Zhang. Well, a clever businesswoman knows how to double her money with the right investments. In this case, we share many mutual benefits. I shall trust your word this time."
Zhang was slightly surprised. She'd expected some bargaining or resistance, or at least some harrumphing. "I guarantee you: Zorra will know the wrath of the Dragon."
"I look forward to it," Madame Reynard said with a smile as she took a drink of her wine, licking some remaining drops off her lips.
Zhang was taken down a short train ride to the Mexican-American border with Miss Plainfield to guide her. She gave Zhang a more thorough briefing, explaining that Zorra was heading South into Mexico via the railroads. The secretary stopped off at the border and passed Zhang her downpayment, a wish for good luck, and one last lead. August's various employees had last seen Zorra in the little town of Agua Caliente, just a few miles down the track.
When Zhang reached the town, the place appeared to be abandoned. She had reason to believe the clue all the same, since there were large Z's slashed into the wood of many signs and walls. She set her mule by a hitching post on the outskirts as she ventured down its dusty streets. She stopped halfway down the main street to let the hidden women cock their weapons.
"Hey, good-lookin'," a thickly accented voice called from overhead. Zhang turned casually to look at the balcony of the nearby saloon. There were a few women stepping from around the corner and like the fourth overhead, they all wore skull-patterned bandanas over her faces and carried firearms. Zhang-oh just eyed them dryly, her vision locked onto the one on higher ground. She had long dark hair, not much of a chest but a decent set of hips from what she could tell behind the flimsy disguise.
"This is gonna be real easy," one of the Mexican women said. "You're going to strip down so we going to rob you. Easy, right?"
Zhang stared back at them before reaching up and taking off her hat. The women leered proudly over their bandanas as Zhang spoke calmly. "I'm afraid I'm going to be the one doing the robbing..." She flicked her wrist so that her broad hat spiraled through the air at them like a flipped coin. The girls jumped in surprise, unable to aim past the wide distraction but by the time they swatted it aside, Zhang was gone and the saloon doors were swinging shut.
"Shit! Gabriela!" one of the bandits called. The one on the balcony looked down at them in confusion as Zhang bolted up the stairs carried by her powerful legs. Gabriela finally thought to turn and aim her shotgun, but Zhang struck her palm into the tip of the barrel. It flew upward and fired harmlessly into the air before Zhang swung her elbow to knock it from her hands. Gabriela took a swing at her, but Zhang easily ducked under it and caught the bandita's leg before dragging her away from the edge and well out of the sight of the other armed women.
While they tromped into the bar, Gabriela scrambled up to all fours. She couldn't side before Zhang delivered a hard kick into her stomach, winding her and leaving her down as Zhang delivered several more rapid kicks to her ass. The woman shrieked in pain before Zhang grabbed her pants and tore them off in one strong pull. Left in just her top and panties, Gabriela desperately threw an uppercut for Zhang's chin. She leaned back nimbly, her breasts wobbling out of the way of the punch before she grabbed Gabby's hair and shoved her over the edge of the balcony. At first she shrieked because she thought she was going to hit the ground, then from the swinging nausea, and then from the pain as she realized that her underwear had caught on the edge of the balcony. She hung off the ledge in a suspended atomic wedgie and she screamed in pain.
Zhang stepped back into the saloon, heading down the stairs calmly. As soon as she reached the ground floor, she froze for a half-second before glancing out of the corner of her eye at the three remaining marauders with their guns leveled at her, no more than five feet away.
What followed was a series of swift and fluid movements as Zhang struck her attackers while dodging point-blank gunfire. She knelt low, letting two of the bullets from the revolvers go over her head. She swept the legs out from under one of them, whirling and sliding forward so that the following shotgun blast merely peppered the tips of her hair. She turned and struck out with two snake strikes, her flexing fingers jabbing into the edges of the one bandit's breasts before the next got her in the throat. She fell to her knees gagged while Zhang kicked her in the chin, leaning sharply to her side to avoid another pistol shot. She swept a leg up for a roundhouse kick to the gunslinger's face, knocking her aside before spinning to straddle her legs over the shotgun and force it to fire through thighs instead of into her flesh. She formed her hands into hawk-like claws before she lashed them into this woman's chest, twisting her upper body aside while flinging her behind the bar with a resounding tearing sound. Zhang shook her hands to throw away the large chunks of the thief's shirt that she'd torn off, the last woman rising just in time for Zhang to straight kick her to the stomach. She grunted and flew backward, crashing through a table and landing flat on her back. Zhang stepped up to her, planting a slippered foot on her big breast before pulling down her bandana. It showed the familiar face of a dark-haired latina bandit.
"Surprise, surprise. Another loser who wishes to tangle with Zhang Oh."
"How did you know!?" Maria blurted, clearly a bit afraid of the martial artist after the last time she'd tangled with her.
"I couldn't see your face, but I could smell you. Why were you here?"
"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Maria cried out.
"Is that so? Then, why did you try to attack me?" Maria hesitated, which made Zhang yank on a handful of her hair.
"Aaaack! Ow! Okay! Okay. After our fight, I was released back to serve my time back in Mexico. But this lady, she said she wanted to get me out and pay me for a job. Just attack anyone who comes to this town. I just didn't know it was you! I wouldn't have attacked you!"
"Is that so? And who is this lady?"
"She was a masked woman. A Spaniard woman."
"Zorra."
"Yea, I think that was her name."
"Where can I find her?"
"She's not far off. She was planning on using the train in the nearby town to make her escape. Now please! You have to let me go."
"That depends. Tell me what you know about Zorra."
"I told you. She likes to conceal her identity. I didn't even get to see her face or hair. But she likes black clothing. Look for a woman dressed in black."
Zhang paused as she seemed to consider Maria's words, but there came a click from behind her. One of Maria's fellow banditas cocked her gun, but before she could fire, Zhang bent over backward and planted a handstand. Her legs flashed bare in the air above her before they struck like lightning; two bolts striking the ambushing outlaw right in the crotch. The woman let out a choked cursed as she crumbled to her knees, Zhang flipping around to face her and throw a crushing palm strike into her chest. The ambushing bandita was hurled backwards, the impact shredding the fabric of her chest so severely that she landed in nothing but her panties against the wall of an old barn, legs splayed out in front of her in a witless daze. Her revolver clattered to the ground, firing off its last shot harmlessly into the air.
Zhang looked up at the falling pieces of her attacker's clothes before snatching a particular piece out of the air. It was another wanted poster, though this one had a sketch of a lovely Chinese woman with an additional drawing on the side of her particularly perky breasts. It didn't have the usual markings that showed it as an official bounty, not that some of the more honorless hunters cared. It bore the name "Zhang-Oh" and held a $4000 reward.
"So you said you didn't know it was me, huh?" Zhang mused as she stepped back towards Maria.
"W-wait. Please! I forget these things. Uh... English is not my native language!"
"Like I needed more of a reason to punish you..."
"N-n-no!"
Zhang took Maria by the hair, lifting the Mexican outlaw to her feet before smashing simultaneous punches into her Maria's tits. "Ox!" Zhang cried out as Maria staggered and gasped.
Zhang switched her hand into a straight and knife-like shape and she leaned in and rammed it into Maria's pussy, getting a sharp "OHHHH!" out of her.
"Snake!"
She stood back upright and buried her strong fingers into Maria's breasts, squeezing around the soft and vulnerable flesh. "Tiger!" She switched over to balance on one leg, firing a barrage of lightning-fast on Maria's chest and belly. "Rabbit!"
Zhang flipped back off of her good leg, leaping high into the air over the dazed Maria that had both hands busy clutching her aching chest and pussy. "Crane!" Zhang shouted as she came shooting back down, turning in midair and kicking Maria in the head. The Mexican woman crumbled into the dirt, groaning weakly as her hazy vision focused on Zhang standing above her. "And don't you forget them!"
Zhang gathered up the beaten banditas and left them in front of the town. She tied them up and left them draped over the hitching post where she'd left her mule, asses up in the air to greet whoever came by next. Their cheeks had the Chinese character for “dragon” on them, to make her message clear. Zhang walked off with her pack mule while she frowned at the bounty poster for her. "So Zorra did knew I was coming after her already," she mused. "Madame Reynard had better have a lot to answers when I return with Zorra."
To: Management Team
Subject: RE: Zhang-Oh Franchise
Attachment: Z Is For Zhang-Oh.doc
Attached is a copy of another Zhang-Oh script I came across (Zhang-Oh being the old kung-fu/spaghetti Western/sexploitation movie we discovered a few months ago that's been so commonly passed around the office). This one seems to be a sequel, by the script numbers and lack of footage unlike the last one. I don't know if the rumors are true about the rerelease or rebooting of the franchise, but I deemed this a useable asset to the studio.
Please review it as per standard procedure.
Exterior: Western town from afar. Sun high on the desert sky, the camera PANS into...
A Dragon symbol etched on a red dress - it’s curvature and claws reaching for the bountiful, bouncing chest visible through the cleavage window of the dress. The woman’s raven hair flows like silk in the wind, covering her dark almond eyes. This is Zhang Oh…..
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Zhang had taken on a quiet life lately. After defeating and humiliating the bandit queen Valentina in combat, the local bounties and criminals had all been captured or gotten wise to Zhang’s actions. This landed the Chinese bounty huntress quite a bit of money - money that she hadn’t had a chance to spend. Instead, it had all gone to her sisters, Zhu and Song, who had put it into their laundry business. In time, the laundry business expanded into a general goods store. Of course, with the money all invested into the shop, the family certainly wasn’t rich yet....at least not in the luxurious manner Zhang had anticipated.
Still, the Zhang family certainly had the town's respect and knowing Zhang was around, the town would not hear of any troublemakers loitering around. As a result of peace and prosperity, Zhang found work as a delivery girl for her sister’s business, taking her mule with small loads of clothing and dry goods to smaller towns that could not be reached by train.
Of course, those who knew about the law of the land - the untamed Wild West - knew that Zhang would naturally run into trouble. Or more precisely, trouble would find Zhang….
It was a fairly unremarkable delivery that day – a small house in a small town with a small order of rice and salt and the usual custom clothing delivery. Zhang parked her mule nearby (she didn't bother binding the trusty mount any more) and carried the small pack of goods with her, clad in her standard slippers, dress, straw hat and poncho.
As she neared her destination, Zhang noticed a commotion going on in front of the address she was delivering to. A young Chinese girl (looking close to but no later than her early 20s) was facing off against a man in work clothes. She had twin braids and kung fu shoes much like Zhang's, though she was dressed in far simpler clothes than Zhang's ornate dress. She also wore flowing gray pants and something between a vest and a shirt that fit loosely around her chest. Every punch the man threw, the girl flowed around it and struck him with a firm palm strike or chop. With a sharp cry, she spun and put him out with a spinning high kick, where the man waved a hand in surrender as he rubbed his jaw. He tossed a few coins onto the ground in front of the girl as she bowed. Between her style and her humble garb, Zhang was reminded of the monks back in her homeland.
“There you have it!” chimed a younger girl from a nearby stool. Judging by her nose and hair, Zhang suspected her as a sister or other sort of relative. “Mei Chan is the winner! Who is next?! Who wants to challenge the fastest hands in East and West?!”
A thin crowd had gathered to watch the show as Zhang checked briefly on her mule. Seeing him secure, she stepped up to the space where Mei was hosting her little games. "How about it, girl? I could use the challenge," Zhang offered. The rowdy audience quieted a bit at the sight of the other Asian woman, starting to mutter for various reasons.
"Who is that?" One young man asked as he nudged his friend. "She has really BIG-"
"That's the fighter known as The Dragon," another Chinese man pointed out in a lowered voice. "I heard she fought and stripped some gweipor whore who attacked her sisters."
"Wait, what?! Like stripped her of her actual clothing and everything?"
“Yes. Stripped naked as a warning to all the dangerous criminals in the land. Her name is….”
“Zhang-Oh," Mei chimed in recognition. "It would be an honor to duel the famous Dragon!"
The two women stood upright in front of each other, quietly eyeballing one another. "So you've heard of me, then?" Zhang said, taking off her basket hat and setting it off to one side.
"Everyone here has heard of the tale of the lone woman who defeated the three bandit bitches."
"Well now... since you know who you're up against, I'm surprised you want to carry on." Zhang shifted her weight. Her strong legs slid across the sand as she raised her hands into a readied fighting stance. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Mei followed suit, a wider and lighter stance that Zhang felt she faintly recognized. An older style, but not one she was familiar with. "On the contrary. I'm going to beat you and then, take your reputation from you... and your clothes!"
"Is that so?" Zhang said with a small, bemused smirk on the corner of her mouth. "Then you'll have to come here and take it, then. Just don't go losing your own clothing in the process. Especially in front of all these boys."
Mei blushed for a moment as her eyes darted to the audience and back at her opponent, fixing her smile back into place. "They'll appreciate the show. Behold the stripping of the legend, Zhang-Oh." Even with her declaration, they both stood still and ready in their stances. A faint breeze blew by, rolling Zhang's broad hat away from her side right before they sprang into action.
Both girls threw several swift strikes at each other, blocking those that came at them and vice versa. Mei was distinctly more fluid in her techniques, tending to whip from one side of her body to the other with swift palm strikes. Zhang's form remained far more stiff and solid, so even with her added momentum she was able to match and block the longer blows.
Zhang ended up shoving a hand upward to knock away Mei’s next strike. While her one arm bounced away, the challenging local struck out with her other in one smooth gesture. She grabbed onto Zhang’s breast, and as Mei fell back she swept her wrist down sharply and tore away a part of Zhang-Oh’s dress. Her breast bounced into view as the crowd started to mumble. With such a technique used against her, the calm and collected Zhang finally pieced together that she may need to take Mei seriously.
Mei smirked at Zhang as she tossed the scrap of dress aside while her other hand rested on her hip. The crowd muttered and whistling in surprise or admiration of the showdown and the embarrassing move. If Mei wanted a challenge, Zhang would have to draw upon the training and skills she'd used against Valentina and her crew.
"You could have done some actual damage instead," Zhang replied cooly, shifting her stance a bit. She had been treating it as a spar, and even Mei only barely noticed the changes in her intent and posture. Mei bounced towards her, a skip in her step almost like a dancer. She threw out another palm thrust, but Zhang's leg kicked her in the elbow to throw off her momentum. The local challenger stumbled, but spun around to reclaim her footing. By then Zhang had planted her leg between Mei's, catching her by the hair and hip-tossing her over her thigh. Mei threw her weight into it to land on her feet in a quick show of acrobatics but Zhang rose quicker and responded with a kick in her opponent's back. The younger fighter almost fell forward, but whirled back around for another flowing kick.
Zhang had already ducked under the strike, rising back up with a flowing gesture of her own. She delivered a double palm strike to Mei's chest, her strong fingers burying deep into the soft skin.
The effect of the power blow was immediate. Mei was suddenly sent flying back, launched off their simple stage and crashing into a clutter of tarps and barrels. The crowd was too shocked to follow her crash landing right away, but Zhang could see that her loose shirt had popped open and tore the front of her bra in half to send the undergarment flying through the air. Zhang-Oh gasped, surprised at just how busty the girl was. She estimated the bouncing boobs to be about the size of her own, only they looked even bigger on Mei's slim figure. Mei seemed to realize it before she hurried to cover herself back up.
Zhang nodded at Mei, casually tugging at her dress to cover up what little she could of her open breast. "This fight's over. You can let it go."
Mei opened her mouth to protest at first, but she nodded quietly instead. The bounty huntress looked to the audience sternly, making it clear that she was talking to them as well. The crowd muttered and turned to walk off while Zhang plucked falling pieces of Mei's dress from the air. She whistled sharply, getting one of the young men to look up. Zhang tossed him the scrap, watching the boy's eyes went from Mei to the garment then back at Zhang. The boy and Mei both blushed before he hurried off, and Zhang smirked quietly to herself.
"I'll see myself out. I have some tailoring to do," Zhang said, taking the piece of her own dress from the ground and dusting it off. She turned back to her donkey when Mei called after her.
"Wait!" Mei hurried out in front of the strolling Zhang, who came to a lazy halt. Mei quickly dropped to her knees and bowed deeply. "I'm so sorry! Please, will you come to my house for dinner as my apology!?"
After some short work with a needle and thread, Zhang had herself presentable and sitting at a table inside The Golden Duck. Mei's family ran the local restaurant, getting business from various local workers bold enough to try and enjoy the foreign cuisine. Mei had brought out dishes of baked chicken by the time Zhang was ready, sitting across from her as they spoke and ate.
"Your cooking is delicious," Zhang admitted. "More importantly, your skills as a martial artist are very impressive. You just need to work on adapting to your opponent.
"That means my technique is flawed," Mei conceded, frowning dejectedly.
"Many of the ancient styles still are. You are still young. More challenges will come, and they will help shape your abilities."
"That's easy for you to say. You're famous!"
"That fame wasn't so easily earned."
"Perhaps you're right. Even if it is regrettable, at least I lost to the best."
"Reflect on it, but do not linger on a loss for too long. If you want that boy to like you, you must let your style's flow take hold of you." Mei blushed and lowered her head, poking at her chicken as a distraction. Zhang smirked as it seemed to confirm her suspicions about Mei and the boy that had been staring at her. Zhang hid her grin as she took another bite. "This chicken is truly delicious."
"Thank you, Madam!" Mei piped up, eager to change the subject. It is a traditional recipe passed down through my family."
"Well, I can't believe you run this place by yourself."
"Yes, well after my parents passed, I ended running this place with...."
There was some noise around the front door. zhang quietly noted it from the corner of her eye, but Mei's lack of a reaction beyond a rolling of her eyes told her it wasn't any real trouble entering. The new faces were those of four Chinese men, noisily stomping into the room. Two appeared to be around Mei's age, one a good ten years older and the other rather elderly. They had loose work clothes, though each of them wore a Z neatly cut out of their shirts.
"Back from deliveries, Mei," one of the younger men. "Any more for us to run?"
"I was cooking for our guest, so no," Mei said rather sternly. "Zhang-Oh, these are my cousins, uncle and grandfather. The help I'd mentioned." Zhang just gave them a small nod of acknowledgement as she continued eating, but the men clearly eyed her more intently.
"Aren't you that female fighter who captured all those bandits awhile back?" one of the cousins pried.
"Perhaps I am." Zhang leaned over for the small dish of sauce, her soft boobs gliding across the table. The men's eyes wandered right after them.
"Whoa....I, uh, I think..." Zhang caught him staring, sliding an arm in the way and sitting back upright.
"Well you've brought a lovely guest home, Mei," her grandfather spoke up jovially. "You're very healthy, you know, miss? Hehehe..."
"Hey! You get out of here, you dirty old man! Is that any way to treat a guest! Same to the rest of you!" Mei stood up and shoved her grandfather awa from the table, herding the boys back into the kitchen with swift but harmless shoves, smacks and kicks until they were out of sight.
"Please ignore those idiots, Madam Zhang. I apologize about their behavior."
"Why? It's only natural to stare. Besides, I've already seen that you had a nice pair yourself." Mei blushed and bit her lip. "If you want to impress that boy of yours, you could to learn how to show it off rather than beating up railroad workers. There aren't many Chinese girls with chests like that around here. The more you stand out, the better."
"Perhaps you're right..." Mei muttered, toying with her fork again. It was at this time that a man burst into the room, a large bruise on his cheek and a shallow cut on his arm. He dragged another with him, a slimmer man with an even worse beating. Both had the same Z's etched into their shirts with the clean, sharp strokes.
"Zorra. It was Zorra! The Masked Harlot strikes again!"
Zhang looked at them quietly eat took another bite of her meal with her chopsticks. "I am curious. Who is this Zorra?" she asked calmly.
Mei went towards the door and grabbed a wanted poster from the bulletin board, thrusting it back at Zhang-Oh. "This! She is a mysterious bandit that has been attacking and robbing the railways. She goes after not just the trains but workers as well. She brands those she has beaten with a "Z" on their body.
"I noticed your cousins and uncles had that mark as well,"
Zhang said, nodding back in their direction as the boys went to help the wounded men.
"Yes," Mei replied, visibly scowling ahead of her. "That bitch will pay for this. Mark my word."
"And no one has been able to bring this lone bandit down?"
"The locals fear her. She moves swiftly and wears a mask so no one knows her identity."
"I see..." Zhang finally picked up the poster and gave it a long look. She hadn't seen it near her home or she would have likely gone looking for her. The figure was a shadowy one, overly done with the blank ink. It colored in much of her figure, painting a woman in a mask and a head of black hair. She was visibly armed with a sharp rapier, a pistol, and generous cleavage. "You know, I could use the extra money...." Zhang muttered.
"Really?" Mei asked, partly surprised and part hopeful. "You're actually considering hunting down the bandit Zorra?"
"Now, now. I never said I would take this job. I'm simply considering it."
"Still, a chance to see the Dragon hunt... it's an exciting prospect."
"Well, for one thing," Zhang added. "I will need weapons. A sword to match my opponent's."
"I have a sword! A jian blade. It belonged to my ancestors, passed down from generation to generation."
"Then, I will borrow that weapon. I will bring my nunchaku as well."
"How is that going to work against a swordswoman?"
"Don't worry. She'll learn what it's capable of in due time."
Mei was starting to look excited at the prospect. "Madam Zhang, take me with you! You've seen me fight. I can beat this woman and avenge my family's honor."
"I'd considered it. But my answer is no."
"But-"
"-I won't hear anymore," Zhang stood up and pulled on her poncho. "You are still young, Mei. Stay here where you belong."
Mei looked like she wanted to say all sorts of things, but she slumped back in her seat. "Fine..."
"I promise you, I will find this Zorra and defeat her."
Zhang got up and walked off towards the door, her powerful and shapely hips rolling back and forth behind her.
"Hey, who's the new waitress with the nice body?" One of the uninjured railroad workers delivered a slap to Zhang's bouncing butt, raising some laughter from the customers as the tension left the room.
Zhang stood still for a moment before whirling and sending an explosive high kick that knocked the man off his feet. He was hurled into an empty table, smashing it completely in half as he landed. What was Hell to one man was Heaven for everyone else, as Zhang held the high kick's position. Those that hadn't suffered The Dragon's wrath were left to witness Zhang's strong, exposed leg and the edges of her thong.
Zhang pointed to the rest of the crowd. "I will unmask Zorra and bring her back here for all to see. Any fool who stands in the path of the Dragon will feel her wrath!"
As everyone sat in silence, an astonished and adoring Mei watching the woman known as The Dragon leave her restaurant. She pushed the door closed as a final cool breeze blew in past her.
Madame August Reynard was a woman of status, and she preferred to carry herself as one. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up into a bun, keeping it out of her dark eyes and strong cheekbones. Her body was tall and slim, the effect was helped by her blue corset that pushed up her noticeable chest. She looked over a number of documents, particularly maps of the railroad that was being built heading towards South America. It was a project of her husband's that she had inherited, just like the rightful ownership of the town. She had often kept quiet and out of his way, but after being given this sort of opportunity, she wanted to make the most of it.
"Uhh.... Miss Reynard?" Her secretary squeaked open the door, the mousey woman looking uncertain from behind her glasses.
"Yes, Miss Plainfield?"
"There's a... chesty Chinese woman here to see you. Says you'd know her by 'The Dragon."
Madame Reynard nodded as she finished whatever train of thought had her eyes on the map. She looked back up briefly. "Alright. See her in."
August went to the small cabinet by her desk, taking out a wine bottle and glasses. She'd just set them on a clear spot on her desk when Zhang was led in, Plainfield awkwardly trying to avert her eyes from her chest with mixed success. She shut the door behind them as August poured a glass of wine and slid it over towards Zhang. The martial artist seemed to ignore it.
"So you're the one offering this expensive reward, huh?" Zhang reached under her poncho and placing the wanted poster on the table. She reached back into her pockets to produce and light one of her cigars.
"Indeed, I am, miss...."
"Zhang is fine."
"Well, Miss Zhang, it would seem I have a little problem here."
"Well from what I gathered, Zorra has not attacked your town."
"Not yet. But Lady Zorra disrupts any potential profits I may have in the future. That's why, if I am to stay a wealthy woman, I'm willing to pay bounty hunters such as yourself handsomely to see that she never makes it this far." Zhang puffed out a stubby cloud of smoke, and Madame August eyed how her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. "Though, I must admit, this is the first I have seen an oriental bounty huntress."
"Perhaps you know my reputation as The Dragon then. The women who have crossed me learned of it the hard way."
"I see," Madame Reynard's face brightened with a devilish smile as she opened her drawer. She leaned far over, showing the some of her cleavage in blatant view of the bounty huntress. It almost came off as her being seductive until she rose back up with a bundle of cash. "Perhaps you can show me, then."
"I want half upfront," Zhang explained. "Also, call the bounty off. I can handle the job myself."
"My, my, isn't our little Dragon greedy?"
"If you want good results, you had better pay well. Fortunately for you, you have found the right woman."
"A bold approach, Miss Zhang. Well, a clever businesswoman knows how to double her money with the right investments. In this case, we share many mutual benefits. I shall trust your word this time."
Zhang was slightly surprised. She'd expected some bargaining or resistance, or at least some harrumphing. "I guarantee you: Zorra will know the wrath of the Dragon."
"I look forward to it," Madame Reynard said with a smile as she took a drink of her wine, licking some remaining drops off her lips.
Zhang was taken down a short train ride to the Mexican-American border with Miss Plainfield to guide her. She gave Zhang a more thorough briefing, explaining that Zorra was heading South into Mexico via the railroads. The secretary stopped off at the border and passed Zhang her downpayment, a wish for good luck, and one last lead. August's various employees had last seen Zorra in the little town of Agua Caliente, just a few miles down the track.
When Zhang reached the town, the place appeared to be abandoned. She had reason to believe the clue all the same, since there were large Z's slashed into the wood of many signs and walls. She set her mule by a hitching post on the outskirts as she ventured down its dusty streets. She stopped halfway down the main street to let the hidden women cock their weapons.
"Hey, good-lookin'," a thickly accented voice called from overhead. Zhang turned casually to look at the balcony of the nearby saloon. There were a few women stepping from around the corner and like the fourth overhead, they all wore skull-patterned bandanas over her faces and carried firearms. Zhang-oh just eyed them dryly, her vision locked onto the one on higher ground. She had long dark hair, not much of a chest but a decent set of hips from what she could tell behind the flimsy disguise.
"This is gonna be real easy," one of the Mexican women said. "You're going to strip down so we going to rob you. Easy, right?"
Zhang stared back at them before reaching up and taking off her hat. The women leered proudly over their bandanas as Zhang spoke calmly. "I'm afraid I'm going to be the one doing the robbing..." She flicked her wrist so that her broad hat spiraled through the air at them like a flipped coin. The girls jumped in surprise, unable to aim past the wide distraction but by the time they swatted it aside, Zhang was gone and the saloon doors were swinging shut.
"Shit! Gabriela!" one of the bandits called. The one on the balcony looked down at them in confusion as Zhang bolted up the stairs carried by her powerful legs. Gabriela finally thought to turn and aim her shotgun, but Zhang struck her palm into the tip of the barrel. It flew upward and fired harmlessly into the air before Zhang swung her elbow to knock it from her hands. Gabriela took a swing at her, but Zhang easily ducked under it and caught the bandita's leg before dragging her away from the edge and well out of the sight of the other armed women.
While they tromped into the bar, Gabriela scrambled up to all fours. She couldn't side before Zhang delivered a hard kick into her stomach, winding her and leaving her down as Zhang delivered several more rapid kicks to her ass. The woman shrieked in pain before Zhang grabbed her pants and tore them off in one strong pull. Left in just her top and panties, Gabriela desperately threw an uppercut for Zhang's chin. She leaned back nimbly, her breasts wobbling out of the way of the punch before she grabbed Gabby's hair and shoved her over the edge of the balcony. At first she shrieked because she thought she was going to hit the ground, then from the swinging nausea, and then from the pain as she realized that her underwear had caught on the edge of the balcony. She hung off the ledge in a suspended atomic wedgie and she screamed in pain.
Zhang stepped back into the saloon, heading down the stairs calmly. As soon as she reached the ground floor, she froze for a half-second before glancing out of the corner of her eye at the three remaining marauders with their guns leveled at her, no more than five feet away.
What followed was a series of swift and fluid movements as Zhang struck her attackers while dodging point-blank gunfire. She knelt low, letting two of the bullets from the revolvers go over her head. She swept the legs out from under one of them, whirling and sliding forward so that the following shotgun blast merely peppered the tips of her hair. She turned and struck out with two snake strikes, her flexing fingers jabbing into the edges of the one bandit's breasts before the next got her in the throat. She fell to her knees gagged while Zhang kicked her in the chin, leaning sharply to her side to avoid another pistol shot. She swept a leg up for a roundhouse kick to the gunslinger's face, knocking her aside before spinning to straddle her legs over the shotgun and force it to fire through thighs instead of into her flesh. She formed her hands into hawk-like claws before she lashed them into this woman's chest, twisting her upper body aside while flinging her behind the bar with a resounding tearing sound. Zhang shook her hands to throw away the large chunks of the thief's shirt that she'd torn off, the last woman rising just in time for Zhang to straight kick her to the stomach. She grunted and flew backward, crashing through a table and landing flat on her back. Zhang stepped up to her, planting a slippered foot on her big breast before pulling down her bandana. It showed the familiar face of a dark-haired latina bandit.
"Surprise, surprise. Another loser who wishes to tangle with Zhang Oh."
"How did you know!?" Maria blurted, clearly a bit afraid of the martial artist after the last time she'd tangled with her.
"I couldn't see your face, but I could smell you. Why were you here?"
"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Maria cried out.
"Is that so? Then, why did you try to attack me?" Maria hesitated, which made Zhang yank on a handful of her hair.
"Aaaack! Ow! Okay! Okay. After our fight, I was released back to serve my time back in Mexico. But this lady, she said she wanted to get me out and pay me for a job. Just attack anyone who comes to this town. I just didn't know it was you! I wouldn't have attacked you!"
"Is that so? And who is this lady?"
"She was a masked woman. A Spaniard woman."
"Zorra."
"Yea, I think that was her name."
"Where can I find her?"
"She's not far off. She was planning on using the train in the nearby town to make her escape. Now please! You have to let me go."
"That depends. Tell me what you know about Zorra."
"I told you. She likes to conceal her identity. I didn't even get to see her face or hair. But she likes black clothing. Look for a woman dressed in black."
Zhang paused as she seemed to consider Maria's words, but there came a click from behind her. One of Maria's fellow banditas cocked her gun, but before she could fire, Zhang bent over backward and planted a handstand. Her legs flashed bare in the air above her before they struck like lightning; two bolts striking the ambushing outlaw right in the crotch. The woman let out a choked cursed as she crumbled to her knees, Zhang flipping around to face her and throw a crushing palm strike into her chest. The ambushing bandita was hurled backwards, the impact shredding the fabric of her chest so severely that she landed in nothing but her panties against the wall of an old barn, legs splayed out in front of her in a witless daze. Her revolver clattered to the ground, firing off its last shot harmlessly into the air.
Zhang looked up at the falling pieces of her attacker's clothes before snatching a particular piece out of the air. It was another wanted poster, though this one had a sketch of a lovely Chinese woman with an additional drawing on the side of her particularly perky breasts. It didn't have the usual markings that showed it as an official bounty, not that some of the more honorless hunters cared. It bore the name "Zhang-Oh" and held a $4000 reward.
"So you said you didn't know it was me, huh?" Zhang mused as she stepped back towards Maria.
"W-wait. Please! I forget these things. Uh... English is not my native language!"
"Like I needed more of a reason to punish you..."
"N-n-no!"
Zhang took Maria by the hair, lifting the Mexican outlaw to her feet before smashing simultaneous punches into her Maria's tits. "Ox!" Zhang cried out as Maria staggered and gasped.
Zhang switched her hand into a straight and knife-like shape and she leaned in and rammed it into Maria's pussy, getting a sharp "OHHHH!" out of her.
"Snake!"
She stood back upright and buried her strong fingers into Maria's breasts, squeezing around the soft and vulnerable flesh. "Tiger!" She switched over to balance on one leg, firing a barrage of lightning-fast on Maria's chest and belly. "Rabbit!"
Zhang flipped back off of her good leg, leaping high into the air over the dazed Maria that had both hands busy clutching her aching chest and pussy. "Crane!" Zhang shouted as she came shooting back down, turning in midair and kicking Maria in the head. The Mexican woman crumbled into the dirt, groaning weakly as her hazy vision focused on Zhang standing above her. "And don't you forget them!"
Zhang gathered up the beaten banditas and left them in front of the town. She tied them up and left them draped over the hitching post where she'd left her mule, asses up in the air to greet whoever came by next. Their cheeks had the Chinese character for “dragon” on them, to make her message clear. Zhang walked off with her pack mule while she frowned at the bounty poster for her. "So Zorra did knew I was coming after her already," she mused. "Madame Reynard had better have a lot to answers when I return with Zorra."
Sexfight Tournament: Alex vs Jessica (commission)
Another part of the previous sexfight tournament in the hotel between friends.This one runs longer than the rest, a more drawn out and climactic sort of fuckfest. Big and rough vs small and nasty.
The tournament was only halfway done by the time they called it a night. Roxy and those running the actual tournament finished up their plans while the fighters were glad to go back to their rooms and sleep off the exhaustion brought on by their fights. They kept the next match and the foxy combatants a secret amongst themselves, so right after breakfast they were out to set up the arena for the second fight.
Things would be a little different this time around. For one, the fight would be outside of the building itself. Roxy led the entire attending league down the hiking trail. All four of the remaining fighters wore their swimsuits under their clothes should they be chosen to go next. That was the second part of the changes: this fight would be watched live rather than through the webcams. They would have plenty of space out here to let the other girls sit around and watch.
The arena itself was a wide but simple mud pit. They had set up some volleyball and badminton nets to circle the pit, making it look like a crude wrestling ring. It was tough and elastic, so it would support the women's weight while bending slightly under the pressure. The laced fibers would also give the watching girls plenty of space to watch no matter what side they sat on since it was entirely see through.
"Okay, listen up!" Roxy declared. "Everyone gets a front row seat, but no touching the girls unless you're part of the show!" The other girls giggled at her businesslike tone. "Alex and Jessie, you're fighting first!"
There were a few cheers and whistles as the two of them started to strip off their clothes and shorts. Jessica wore a gold bikini to house her big round breasts, fitting snugly around her curvy figure without putting on too much pressure. Alex was in dark green swimsuit of the same style, though on her much slimmer figure. They watched each other as they undressed, admiring their body as much as they were looking for strengths and weaknesses. Jess had the size advantage, but she kept a fresh memory of Alex bringing down her bigger opponent last time with some aggressive use of her sharp nails and teeth on top of her sexuality.
Roxy unlatched one of the volleyball nets and let the two girls step into the cool mud. "Might as well step in naked, because that shit's coming right off," Alex warned her opponent.
"Well you might as well go topless because you sure aren't hiding any tits under there." Jessica's catty comeback got more excited hoots from the crowd, and a toothy grin from Alex.
"Looks like I'm going to have to rip those tits right off of you to make things even then," she threatened right back. Jessica shifted her footing through the mud, gauging just how much it would slow her down. The stuff was watery enough to not impede them terribly, but it was still enough to stick to their skin readily. She wouldn't need to be too concerned with it so that she just had to keep her attention on Alex.
"No limit on this one, girls. You're gonna go until someone gives up and break it when call it. Annnnnd go!" Roxy declared, getting the last clasp back onto the surrounding nets. Alex came out fast and vicious, just like Jessica had expected. She grabbed Jess by the wrists, but she held her ground and turned with her assault. Jess bumped her hips into Alex's, leaning into her and dropping the older girl into the mud with her on top. Jess quickly turned the tables by grabbing her wrists in return, pinning them down and leaning on top of the thrashing Alex.
The girls cheered at the first signs of the pin, Jessica keeping her down enough to lean her tits right into Alex's face. She grunted from the impact of the soft chest, Jess shaking it in her face briefly before pulling back up. The mud had splashed over Alex's hair and now Jess' cleavage, but she knew better than to commit to a tit smother this early on when Alex was a known biter.
Jess repeated the busty crush a few times over, practically boxing Alex's face with her jugs. The pinned fighter finally brought one hand up to grab and pull on Jess' top, her nails scraping the skin while using it to yank the bustier girl to one side. They fell apart from each other as they scrambled to regroup, but Alex was quick to grab Jess by her breasts like a pair of handles. She quickly forced a kiss onto Jess, who started to return the tonguey fooling around until Alex pinched and twisted on her nipples through her top. Jess let out a startled gasp, her tips instantly growing hard in Alex's rough grip. She tried to pull away from it, bt Alex let go with one hand to grab her by the hair and hold her in their roughly passionate kiss.
Alex took control of the kiss as she wrangled Jess around the mud pit, keeping her struggles to a minimum. Jessica was suddenly able to pull away as Alex let go, letting her hit the mud on all fours. It was simply a part of her strategy as she grabbed Jessica's leg, keeping her from getting back up while she started to roughly finger the downed girl from behind.
"Hang in there, Jessie!" one of the girls called from just outside the ring.
"Fuck her good, Allie! Make her squirt!" added another. Really, both girls could barely made out the words as they tried to focus on the fight.
Jessica kicked back at Alex, but only hit her legs or arms and didn't properly deter her. Alex pulled on the bikini bottoms to let her fingers snake inside, tracing her nails over the sensitive pussy lips before diving in after Jess' excited clit. The firm finger rubbed inside the slick slit, rapidly building Jessica into her first point of the match.
"Come on, slut," Alex ordered, slapping Jessica hard enough on the ass to knock her face first into the mud. It left her breasts flat in the mess with her ass high in the air for Alex to toy with.
"Nooo. Fuck you," Jessica moaned, toes curling as she tried to ignore the building arousal.
"Oh just squirt already, cow tits," Alex laughed at her as she thrust in a second finger. "Makes this mud a little messier with your slutty cum!"
Alex was able to hold out a bit longer, but she couldn't find the leverage to get up or out of the fingering hold. Her bikini bottoms became soaked as she finally shook her hips, moaning loudly as the girls went wild and bounced in their seats at the sight. Roxy made a quick confirmation before urging Alex back, the cocky older woman slapping Jess on the ass before going back to her corner.
Jessica was able to catch her breath before they were called back out to go at it again. It was just the first orgasm of the night, if a wet and rough one, so she wasn't winded yet. She lunged in quickly when Alex came close, grabbing her by the arms and keeping her tangled in their wrestling position. Jess managed to force Alex's hand down, just to catch the smaller blonde around the waist and slam her sideways into the mud.
Alex shifted her weight to try to stop Jessica from climbing on top of her, but the bustier girl had other plans. She grabbed Alex's legs instead, forcing them apart and bumping her knee into the downed blonde's mound. Alex had a taste of her own rough medicine as she moaned, the grinding knee starting to bury her bikini bottom into her pussy.
"I knew you liked it dirty," Jessica mocked, putting her hand in the mud and splashing it onto Alex's chest. She struggled to wipe it off while Jessica held onto her legs and turned to sit down on her stomach, applying her weight advantage through her hips right onto Alex's belly. It briefly winded Alex, but it was all Jess needed to plant herself and lean farther back. It landed her ass right on Alex's smaller chest while pulling her legs up, almost bending her into a C shape. It left Alex trapped beneath her while her pussy was right in front of her.
The fellow fighters outside the ring cheered for Jess' quick comeback. She grabbed Alex's bottoms and pulled them down her legs, leaving the paler girl to kick and struggle helplessly beneath her. She had taken to scratching at Jessica's back and hips, but she couldn't reach anything especially painful with her back digging into the mud. She started to rake her nails over the sensitive soles of Jessica's feet, but the mud on them dulled the affect. Jessica just moved her legs to pin down Alex's arms with her knees.
"Lemme go, you big ass bitch!" Alex snapped from beneath her, thrashing as best she could in her pinned position.
"Love it when you talk dirty, Al," Jessica laughed back at her before she spit on the blonde's pussy. Alex shuddered at the imminent threat to her womanhood, and Jessica made good on said threat when she buried her face into her crotch. Alex let out a long and high-pitched shout as Jessica messily devoured her pussy, loudly slurping and sucking on her labia. Without even her bottoms to stop her, Jessica had free reign on her cunt and buried her tongue on deep. She moved her grip from Alex's legs to her ass, squeezing her cheeks while lightly raking her nails over the soft, pale skin. It teased Alex further while pulling her closer against Jessica's lips, lightly taking one of Jessica's labial lips in between her teeth and tugging on it lightly.
After all the oral teasing, that was enough to make Alex snap. The next time Jessica's tongue brushed her clit she shuddered and her hips bounced in the air, slapping her cummy cunt against Jessica's face while Alex's mouth hung open and her eyes squeezed shut. The crowd cheered while Roxy didn't bother to check, taking Jess' arm to help her up and hold up the arm. "Score is tied! Not that the points really matter, but you know you sluts love it," she teased the whistling crowd.
Alex grunted and righted herself, wiping some of the mud from her pale hair. It left thin brown streaks through her curls, pouting at Jessica who stuck her tongue out at her in return. She licked her lips, still tasting Alex on her mouth as she went back to her corner until the brief rest was over.
As they stepped up for the next round, Alex tried adjusting her bikini bottoms. When it wouldn't stay in place, she smirked and mused a short "Fuck it," tossing her lower half aside. The girls outside the ring whistled at the exposure of her pussy, still slightly damp from Jessica's recent attack. It was the same reason why tossing the loose and wet bottoms felt like a relief to Alex.
The girls moved towards each other at a brisk pace. They were both pumped from their orgasms and the urge to win, wanting to repay their opponent for their past punishments. Alex in particular lunged into Jessica, grabbing and wedgying her bottoms into her pussy while attempting to pull them off. Jess gave a short gasp before she grabbed Alex by the hair, twisting her head off to one side and getting a shrill and angry shout from the smaller blonde. Alex let go of Jess' bottoms, but she pushed and grabbed at her upper body until her fingers caught and pulled down on Jessica's bikini top.
Jessica's breasts spilled right out into the open air, instantly becoming easy targets for Alex's groping claws. Her nails buried themselves into Jessica's areolas, trapping and twisting her nipples as she pulled back. Jess gave a shout of mixed shock and arousal as Alex stood back upright, yanking her breasts in random directions to painfully shake them around for the crowd.
"Got enough milkshake there for everyone?" Alex taunted before releasing and slapping Jess across both tits before shoving her back.
"How about you get the first taste, slut?!" Jessica didn't take that quietly and came rushing back into her, slapping at Alex's smaller breasts and grabbing for her hair again. Alex ducked under the incoming arm and got behind her, shoving Jess roughly into the ropes. They proved strong enough to hold up not only Jess as her back leaned into them, but Alex as well as she came slamming into her bigger opponent. Jess gasped as she her boobs were roughly squashed, sandwiched between her ribs and her horny friend as she bounced against the ropes/nets.
Jess grabbed Alex tits in reply, squeezing one through her bikini top and slapping the other rapidly to try to force her off. When Alex finally let up, Jess pushed her by the boobs to knock her over onto her ass. Jess hurried to jump on top of her, trying to pin Alex down. The smaller fighter proved to still have plenty of fight left in her after just one orgasm, rolling and thrashing to keep the two of them rolling around in the mud, bouncing over and under each other as their exclusive audience went wild.
Alex ended up slipping behind Jessica, wrapping her arms around her upper chest and latching onto her. Jess flopped backward to crush her underneath, but apart from a quick grunt Alex held on just as tightly. Even stuck beneath the bigger girl, Alex bent her leg to slide her foot under Jessica's bottoms and start to probe around with her toes.
"No! Ohhh fuck no you don't!" Jessica gasped. She tried to grab Alex's invading let, but the smaller blonde reached around and caught her arms. It wasn't perfectly binding, but it was enough to keep her from reaching her sexually weaponized foot as she buried her big toe into Jess' pussy beneath her bikini. Jess started to gasp and shudder as she rolled in the mud, whether from resisting Alex's advances or squirming with pleasure.
"What's the matter? You into feet or something?" Alex taunted in her ear, burying her face underneath her hair and starting to kiss and suck at her neck and ear. Jess groaned and pushed at her limbs, but she couldn't make much for progress. She spread out her legs to try to block off Alex's legs, but she was able to bend around it to keep her leg locked around Jess' thigh. The position just left her spread out wider and letting Alex's painted toe dig in deeper.
Jess gave a noisy wail as she arched her back, just to drop back down on top of Alex again. The lower blonde grunted, making Jessica realize her way out. She humped her hips, shivering with pleasure from riding the flexing toe. More importantly, it was bumping her butt against Alex's pelvis, getting husky grunts and groans of her own. When Alex hand let go to try to get around Jess' belly and stop her humping, the bustier girl used the freed hand to grab and remove Alex's food from her privates. She twisted the damp toe until Alex gave a startled shriek and let go of her entirely.
"What's the matter? I thought YOU had a thing for feet," Jessica taunted back as she sat up enough to grab both of Alex's legs.
Jess spread Alex's legs out and stood over her, the crowd delighted when Jess straddled her hips and dropped her curvy bottom onto Alex's naked lap. The older woman moaned and shook wildly a Jessica rubbed her buns back and forth across her opponent's crotch, holding her in a mock-pin position while her booty did the real dirty work. Thanks to her curvy figure, it was proving just as effective as tribbing with her but with half the risk of cumming herself. It certainly was hot to see Alex's moaning and grabbing at the mud in an attempt to distract herself, but she couldn't hold out for long when Jessica started to claw and suck on her feet. She paid special attention to her big toe, stroking Alex's sole and sucking her own precum off when Alex finally shrieked and shook. Roxy came out for one more check and held up two fingers, only one on the other.
"That's two to one, ladies! Break up that lap dance!"
Alex managed to shove Jessica's back to hurry her back off of her, the two parting to return to their corners as they were instructed. Alex had her brief rest, but the fact she had cum twice after rolling in the mud looked fairly obvious. Her breathing was heavy and hair a muddy, tousled mess.
Both girls came right out to the next round, grabbing right onto whatever garments were left on their opponent's body. Alex went right for Jessica's top while Jess pulled on her bottoms. Their frantic pulling snapped the already flimsy remains of their clothes off, and their audience gave a bunch of cheers as they were both left naked as they shoved and grabbed at ecah other. Alex finally managed to get enough distance between them, her eyes going right to Jessica's naked tits. She gave a firm slap to one of them, knocking it into the other before her other hand came from the opposite direction. She slapped Jessica's boobs around until the bigger girl caught her by the wrists, forcing her hands away while bumping her heavy boobs into Alex's. The blonde nearly lost her footing, but she raised a leg and pushed it into Jessica's naked crotch. The toes were a stimulating surprise for Jessica before she tumbled back into the mud, Alex briefly grinding her foot on her snatch before she dropped down after her.
"I just knew you would go down for anybody, slut," Alex taunted as she befuddled Jessica before she dropped down to sit right on her pillowy tits. She wiggled her ass into the comfortable seat while Jessica beat her fists on her back and pulled her hair. Alex gave a brief wince of pain, but she leaned her palms on Jessica's breasts and stretched her legs out behind her. She clamped her thighs around Jess' face, squishing up her cheeks and leaving the bustier fighter facing the older girl's ass. She slapped her hands against the soft buns, but it didn't do much to deter her. Arouse her, maybe, but Jess didn't have any good way to reach her pussy from here with her legs squeezing together.
Alex sucked on her fingers for a moment before shoving them at an angle into Jess' cunt, pumping them rapidly with the tips aiming for her clit. Jessica growled and dug her nails into Alex's butt to vent some of her arousal, but her position gave the older blonde too easy access to her snatch. When she realized she couldn't cut her off from her pussy, Jessica jerked herself to one side and swung a lung up high. Alex still darted back to avoid it, making Jess give a frustrated growl (both from her missed swing and from Alex's shift in her fingers inside of her). Jess tried the same with her other leg, but this time Alex knew it was coming. She wrapped an arm around Jessica's lifted leg, forcing her legs to spread open before the audience. They all hooted and whistled while the mud splashed against Jess' pussy, Alex showily spanking her snatch before shoving her fingers back inside her.
This time she doubled down and pumped each hand inside of her, one fingering her ass while the other went to her pussy. Jess gasped and beat her fists into the mud, trying to crawl back towards the edge of the ring to pull herself up with the ropes.
"Where you think you're going?" Alex taunted. "You haven't even gotten to the good part yet!" She arched her fingers and slowly ran her index finger up Jessica's slit, taking special care as she reached the peak of her pussy. Jessica screamed out as Alex traced her nail along the soft flesh of her clit, sliding roughly up and down as if she had equal intentions of pleasing and hurting her.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, get out!" Jessica yelped, trying to squirm her way out as her clit suffered through Alex's precision attack. Jess kicked frantically at her, but apart from the occasional kick or knee to her boob, Alex had her powerless. She pinched her nails around the bigger girl's clit and wiggled it like she was tweaking her nose, getting one long scream out of Jess as her spread out pussy squirted out into the mud.
"That's another point! Bring it in, ladies!" Roxy declared and the girls tumbled apart. Jessica crawled back to her corner while cupping her crotch. She was breathing heavy as her big boobs bobbed up and down against her chest, clearly feeling the last score after Alex's scratching and fingering. The break couldn't have felt shorter before Roxy called them back out and Jess dragged herself to her feet.
Alex could smell the blood (or cum) in the water, so she came out aggressively. Jess didn't go down as easily as she hoped, but she kept at it as they shoved and grabbed at each other. Jess landed a loud slap that flattened one of Alex's tits, but the slimmer blonde caught her in a headlock in return. Alex managed to wrestle her to the ground using the grip on her neck, landing Jessica tits first in the mud. Alex scrambled to get onto Jessica's back, sitting just below her shoulders and pinning the bigger girl down with her full bodyweight.
"Getting sloppy, bitch. Just how I like em," Alex taunted as she squeezed and kneaded Jess' ass cheeks. Jess started to kick and struggle to her push herself up, but Alex took some of the fight out of her as she jammed two fingers into her pussy and a thumb in her ass. Jess gave a loud cry, still tender from the last orgasm and having to stop to catch her breath again. It let Alex keep on fingering her while pinning her down and grinding her big boobs into the mud.
Jess managed to reach up behind her, catching a handful of Alex's hair and pulling back to get a shriek out of her. The blonde just dug her claws deeper into Jessica's holes, hooking her fingers to gouge them until they seemed to touch through the flesh between Jessica's snatch and ass. It was enough to have Jessica pounding her fist in the mud, the light pricking of her clit in the process proving too much too soon. Jess couldn't hold out for long before she squirted again, shaking even more intensely than the last time as her body took over for her mind.
"That's another for Alex! Break it up!"
The girls split up, Jess catching onto the nets to pull herself up and having to wipe some of her cum away from her pussy, just to find it mixed in with some of the mud that stuck to her hips.
Alex was grinning wickedly the whole time in her corner, enjoying making the bigger girl scream and cum throughout the fight as much as she did cumming herself. She was just sadistic and generous like that.
It was much to her surprise when she started the next round and Jessica came bursting out of her corner. She tackled Alex hard enough that she fell back into the ring's netting, bouncing off and landing with Jess on top. The busty girl took some quick payback with some slaps to Alex's face and pinching her tits, Alex flailing to struggle with her. Alex's blind and panicked slapping was overpowered easily by the bigger girl, enduring her hits so she could grab Alex by the hair.
"You want my pussy so bad, slut?" Jessica taunted. "Well buffet's open."
Alex realized where it was going, giving a quick and panicked "Oh no!" before Jess' thick hips pushed down onto her face, squashing her beneath her wet and muddy pussy. The girls cheered in delight as Jessica roughly rode on her face, smothering and bumping her as much as she was pleasuring herself with Alex's misfortune. After a few heavy hip bumps, she wrapped her legs tightly around the trapped blonde's head and stuffed her nose and mouth into her pussy. Alex thrashed her limbs around, her face lost inside her thighs. Her only chance to breathe was the wet and muddy space inside of Jessica's twat. Forced to resign to her fate, Alex started to noisily eat her out just to part her pussy and be able to breathe. Jessica wouldn't sit still long enough to let her attack her clit again, grinding and bouncing on her whenever she got too close for her liking.
When she caught onto this, Alex went for another lick of her clit. When Jess pulled back, she pushed at her thighs and slid out from under her. Alex spat out some mud and pussy juice before the laughing crowd, face red with embarrassment and the lack of air.
"Dirty titted tramp," Alex hissed, grabbing Jess by the hair and trying to wrestle her back to the ground. She threw her full bodyweight into Jess, but the bigger girl still overpowered her and threw her onto her back with a quick hip toss. Alex landed flat on her back, winded for a second and not getting better anytime soon. Jessica got to her knees and hopped up, splashing down onto Alex with a belly flopping body slam. Her bigger side not onto knocked the air out of her, but Jess was quick to reposition herself with her huge breasts stuck into her face.
Alex was once again smothered out while Jess rubbed her knee between her legs. While the match didn't really have rules for a knockout win, keeping Alex short of breath would be an easy way to cramp her style and keep her from thinking straight. It worked for a few seconds before Alex started scratching along the sides of her naked tits, leaving rough red streaks in their wake to create a frenzied pattern of slashes.
Jess was able to endure that for the sake of smothering and arousing her opponent, but Alex turned it up a level as she bit into Jessica's breast. She sucked one of her nipples into her mouth and sank her teeth into the tender nub, getting a scream from Jess as she recoiled. She was still sitting on Alex's lap, but the blonde slapped her hands into either side to send her sore boobs bouncing into each other.
The big jugs were practically Jessica's center of balance, so Alex threw herself into her once more. This time she managed to take Jess down into the mud. Alex instantly started rubbing at her opponent's pussy with one hand while she tried to hurry on top of her. Jess managed to catch her by the wrists, throwing her more impressive weight to one side and sending them rolling across the mud in a frantically horny catball. The girls were shouting and cheering like, well, a bunch of drunk and horny girls watching a fight would when they came to a stop with both on their sides.
Jessica quickly took the offensive as she pushed herself into a kiss with Alex. The blonde returned the oral attack while grabbing Jess by the ass, pulling them together while starting to grind against her. Jess grabbed onto the ropes to pull herself up, Alex pushing at the mud to do the same and keep up their sensual deadlock. Jess bit Alex by the lip while Alex squeezed Jess' ass. The two spread their legs out, scissoring into each other while they made out and drooled cum and spittle over each other's tits.
"You're gonna cum your brains out, bitch," Alex hissed with a spare moment to breathe before reengaging with the kiss.
"I'll fuck you into my bitch, you cheating little cunt," Jess snapped right back, pulling back with her curvy booty before slamming one big thrust into Alex clit to clit. They positioned themselves so that their tender clits bumped right into each other, optimizing each thrust and grind's effectiveness. Jess hugged onto Alex tightly to try to vent her arousal, wincing and toes curling as sure signs of her lust.
"You're ready to... uhn.... pop, you horny dyke," Alex panted, but her eyes were staring distantly. Her humping was growing faster, but in an impatient and desperate fashion rather than an aggressive offense. The crowd could hear the wet squishing as their ample pussy juices mixed together between their kissing cunts.
Jess mashed her hips and tits into her foe with equally primal lust. "Fuck... I'll fuck you... fucking... FUUUCK!"
Finally, both girls shouted out and gave a few last lusty thrusts before they fell back apart, both twitching and shuddering. Roxy knelt down beside them before waving both hands to the crowd.
"Looks like that's two points! We got a double-gasm!" she declared and the girls cheered even louder at the close and horny contest.
The girls went back to their corners, both sweaty, cummy and winded from the recent tie that left them both orgasming so many times. They moved slower than the start of the match, but as Jessica advanced, Alex kept retreating. She was trying to draw out the break to catch her breath, looking like she couldn't match up with Jess' stamina. Jess landed a few glancing slaps to her hips and chest, but the blonde kept falling back before she could get a solid grip on her.
"Feeling scared, titless bitch?" Jessica taunted, having worked Alex into a corner. She lunged for her again, but Alex faked her out and ducked in behind her. Jessica was still stumbling through her own attack when Alex pushed her in the back, sending her falling tits first into the elastic netting of the ring. Her chest pushed against the mesh, the soft flesh poking through it as well as her excited nipples. She struggled to get back off the ropes, but Alex threw her body against her back to force her back into them.
"How are those big boobs working for you now!?" Alex taunted Jess right back as she hooked a hand between her legs. That part of the crowd had a great view of Jessica's face as she gasped, feeling Alex jam her middle finger up her asshole. Alex wasn't satisfied with just that, using her handful of ass to grind Jessica back and forth. The busty fighter screamed with the occasional moan to show her mixed feelings about the painful experience. Alex's dragging left Jess' tits scraping over the tight wires of the volleyball nets, the already sensitive nipples getting rubbed into a raw and painful red.
Jess was left screaming from the fingering and titty torture until she managed to lean over enough to reach behind her. She slapped a hand against Alex's thigh, allowing her to feel around and dig her claws into Alex's pussy. It was the blonde's turn to scream as her sensitive twat was raked over.
"OW! Fuck! You fatass bitch!" Alex jerked back away from Jess, quickly grabbing her crotch to ease the pain and arousal coursing through her. It finally gave Jess the time to peel her tits off the nets, whipping around and ramming into Alex chest first.
“Payback for my titties, slut!” Jess declared as she bulldozed her way into Alex's chest. Alex was quickly pushed back, easily outmatched in the chest department. Her feet stumbled in the mud, losing more ground until Jessica grabbed her leg and tripped her onto her back. The still-advancing Jessica landed on top of her, winding Alex while the crowd drown out her grunt with their cheers. Jess kept her grip on that leg and lifted it up high, leaving the stunned Alex with her legs spread and making easy pickings for the busty fighter’s fingers.
“Son of a bitch!” Alex managed to gasp as she grasped at the mud, trying to pull herself away. Jess’ weight advantaged proved crucial in keeping her down, leaving Alex trapped underneath her curvier build with her legs open and waiting.
“Open wide,” Jess taunted as she stuffed three fingers into Alex’s eagerly wet pussy. She gasped and twisted, trying and failing to make herself a harder target for her enemy’s fingers. Alex dug her heels into the muck to brace herself, but it just readied herself for the inevitable. Jessica left her fingers hooked inside her opponent, twitching and pumping until Alex arched her back and screamed out the dead giveaway of her orgasm.
Roxy parted the girls again, and Alex stumbled back to her corner like she was going to collapse halfway there. Jessica wasn't in peak shape herself, but she seemed to be outlasting the rough blonde in the long game. When they came back out for the next round, Alex tried to keep moving while slapping and clawing at Jess. She powered through and crashed bodily into Alex, smashing her against the volleyball nets and grinding back and forth. Alex hissed as the bigger tits pushed her around, making the rough material of the nets scrape against her ass and upper back. She grabbed Jess by her breasts, digging her nails into the big jugs containing her.
It worked in making Jessica retreat, but she grabbed Alex by the hair on her way back. She thrust a leg into the blonde's path and threw her into the mud, sending Alex tumbling wildly through the damp muck. Her smaller breasts pumped up and down as she struggled to catch her breath, but she saw Jessica's shadow too late. The bigger girl sat down right on Alex's face, smothering her nose and mouth with her grinding ass and pusssy. Jessica let out a rowdy hoot as she raised her fists overhead like a triumphant cowgirl, ignoring Alex's flailing fists and feet that made up her attempts to escape. It was a bold move, but she saw that she was getting the upper hand and didn't want Alex to get the chance to recover. "Come on, cunt! Lick your winner clean!" Jessica taunted loudly for Alex as much as the crowd. A faceful of pussy was worth some muffled cursing and desperate licking for how horny it would make the trapped blonde.
Alex did go for an oral counter attack, but she both loved and hated having to submit to the busty girl. She couldn't get very far into her, since the mud was thick on Jess' thighs and crotch. She had to pull back periodically when a mouthful of mud got in her way or she had to take a gasp of musky air. Of course, her legs had tired of struggling, so Jessica could easily reach between them to hold her pussy lips open. She rubbed firmly with three fingers, centering their attention around her clit to squash and manipulate it roughly. Alex's growl of horny frustration could be heard by the audience (and felt by Jessica), clawing at Jessica's ass cheeks. The catty blonde managed to change her position underneath her opponent, enough that she could be seen giving a long lick up her asshole. Jess gave a long groan of pleasure, enjoying the anal licking for a short while before Alex's hips thrust into the air, squirting like some bizarrely shaped water fountain in front of the crowd.
Jessica climbed back off of her with a decisive lead, though she took some of the mud from the pool to rub over her warm and sore skin. Alex had relented an especially huge orgasm, dragging herself to the corner before pulling herself up by the ropes. Jess was eager to beat her fast without getting too risky, but her pussy was still dripping down her thigh from all the attempts at getting her back.
The girls came out, both of them anxious and cautious all at once. Jess grabbed her by the arm, but Alex darted in past her to spin her around. The blonde got behind Jess and hugged her around the belly, snaking one of her fingers down to start clawing and fingering her pussy in one cruel gesture. Jess reached around to try to grab at the scratching blonde, but when that failed she just charged backward. Alex grunted as her ass was scraped against the netting again, this time with her belly being crushed by Jess' butt. Jess bounced away from the nets, letting Alex stumble and fall to her knees before she grabbed her hair and forced her face into her ass. Alex let out some cursing and sputtering as Jess wiggled her hips in a mocking butt smother before the blonde shoved her hips and stumbled back upright.
Jess came in for another chesty charge, but Alex stepped aside and slapped straight down on her tits. With all the attention they had been getting so far, the sudden and sharp strikes sent her jugs bouncing and her excited nipples tingling to a point of becoming painful to endure.
"Too bad you can't cum out of your tits, huh, you cow?" Alex grabbed and twisted one of Jessica's nipples, the busty girl screaming at a pitch that wavered between aroused and agony. Alex forced her into a corner and stuffed all four fingers into Jess' pussy, forcing attention onto her ticklishly tender clitoris until she sprayed another screaming orgasm into the mud.
"Fucking slut," Alex panted, even the offensive efforts starting to wear her out. "Come back for more if you're dying to squirt again." She stumbled back along the nets, an awkward step to her movements as her own hypersensitive pussy kept sending shivers up her spine.
Neither girl was especially mobile, so they didn't bother with dodging of feinting when they came out for what would become their last round. Jess lead by grabbing Alex in a one-armed bearhug, the other hand dipping in between her legs. Alex mirrored the hold, both blindly pinching and probing at any wet and tender piece of fesh they could find. They both moaned and panted for air as the wet squishing of their privates could be heard over the cheering crowd. Each orgasm had made the next one easier, and the lingering cum left them lubed up for more no matter how sore they got.
Alex faltered first as one of her legs gave out, getting her to drop to one knee. Seeing that she was starting to lose the fingering duel, she bit into one of Jess' hanging breasts and pinched her teeth around her red and tender nipple.
Jess rewarded Alex's efforts with a jolt and shrill cry, but she grabbed Alex by her blonde curls and threw her into the mud with one powerful push. Alex landed hard enough on her back that her legs swung up into the air. Jessica grabbed her by the ankles, keeping her down and keeping her pussy aimed up in the air. Alex splashed in the mud to try to get away from her, but Jess delivered a quick slap down on her spread snatch. Alex gave a yelp as her cunt was spanked in front of her friends, the other girls laughing and cheering Jess on as she landed a few more punishing slaps.
Alex finally pulled her legs free in a violent jerk, trying to curl up and cup her snatch as her mouth curled into a pained o shape. Jessica kicked at her legs to spread her out once again, jumping up and landing a heavy splash with her busty, naked body that rushed Alex's smaller frame with a wet splatter of mud and a huge grunt of the breathless Alex. The girls all cheered as Jessica grabbed her by one leg, bending it behind Alex's ass. She gave a soft moan of protest, but it was all she could do as Jessie straddled her opponent's thigh and started to grind into her.
"AHHH~! Fuck! Fuck, fucking stop!" Alex howled out, beating her fists into the mud.
"You know what I wanna hear, slut. Say me name when you do it!" Jessica taunted, delivering a sharp slap to the back of Alex's ass. She gave a shriek before going back into moaning, Jess' strong hips and heavy body pushing down into her and crushing her clitoris. It was thick and swollen from all the use and abuse, and Alex shook her head wildly as she wailed through an orgasm that shook her body violently. The girls all cheered as Jessica posed with Alex's legs in hand, letting the blonde spray her moneyshot all the way across the muddy pool. Alex was slapping the ground in submission, her eyes and mouth stuck hanging open as her hand paddled the wet mix of mud and cum.
"Tap! Fuck! Jess, I give up!"
The crowd went wild for the newest and most intense match so far, and they were still only about halfway through the tournament. Alex was finally released, letting her flop into the messy mud as she breathed heavily, letting herself lay flat in exhaustion.
"Hope that last one was worth it," Jessica said with a grin, squatting down and giving Alex a quick pat on the pussy before Roxy came over and lifted up her arm.
"Ohhhh absolutely, you sexy bitch," Alex groaned with a dazed smile on her face.
"Okay, girls!" Roxy called to the crowd. "Go ahead and masturbate if you haven't already, because time for a break and then we're into the next fight!"
The tournament was only halfway done by the time they called it a night. Roxy and those running the actual tournament finished up their plans while the fighters were glad to go back to their rooms and sleep off the exhaustion brought on by their fights. They kept the next match and the foxy combatants a secret amongst themselves, so right after breakfast they were out to set up the arena for the second fight.
Things would be a little different this time around. For one, the fight would be outside of the building itself. Roxy led the entire attending league down the hiking trail. All four of the remaining fighters wore their swimsuits under their clothes should they be chosen to go next. That was the second part of the changes: this fight would be watched live rather than through the webcams. They would have plenty of space out here to let the other girls sit around and watch.
The arena itself was a wide but simple mud pit. They had set up some volleyball and badminton nets to circle the pit, making it look like a crude wrestling ring. It was tough and elastic, so it would support the women's weight while bending slightly under the pressure. The laced fibers would also give the watching girls plenty of space to watch no matter what side they sat on since it was entirely see through.
"Okay, listen up!" Roxy declared. "Everyone gets a front row seat, but no touching the girls unless you're part of the show!" The other girls giggled at her businesslike tone. "Alex and Jessie, you're fighting first!"
There were a few cheers and whistles as the two of them started to strip off their clothes and shorts. Jessica wore a gold bikini to house her big round breasts, fitting snugly around her curvy figure without putting on too much pressure. Alex was in dark green swimsuit of the same style, though on her much slimmer figure. They watched each other as they undressed, admiring their body as much as they were looking for strengths and weaknesses. Jess had the size advantage, but she kept a fresh memory of Alex bringing down her bigger opponent last time with some aggressive use of her sharp nails and teeth on top of her sexuality.
Roxy unlatched one of the volleyball nets and let the two girls step into the cool mud. "Might as well step in naked, because that shit's coming right off," Alex warned her opponent.
"Well you might as well go topless because you sure aren't hiding any tits under there." Jessica's catty comeback got more excited hoots from the crowd, and a toothy grin from Alex.
"Looks like I'm going to have to rip those tits right off of you to make things even then," she threatened right back. Jessica shifted her footing through the mud, gauging just how much it would slow her down. The stuff was watery enough to not impede them terribly, but it was still enough to stick to their skin readily. She wouldn't need to be too concerned with it so that she just had to keep her attention on Alex.
"No limit on this one, girls. You're gonna go until someone gives up and break it when call it. Annnnnd go!" Roxy declared, getting the last clasp back onto the surrounding nets. Alex came out fast and vicious, just like Jessica had expected. She grabbed Jess by the wrists, but she held her ground and turned with her assault. Jess bumped her hips into Alex's, leaning into her and dropping the older girl into the mud with her on top. Jess quickly turned the tables by grabbing her wrists in return, pinning them down and leaning on top of the thrashing Alex.
The girls cheered at the first signs of the pin, Jessica keeping her down enough to lean her tits right into Alex's face. She grunted from the impact of the soft chest, Jess shaking it in her face briefly before pulling back up. The mud had splashed over Alex's hair and now Jess' cleavage, but she knew better than to commit to a tit smother this early on when Alex was a known biter.
Jess repeated the busty crush a few times over, practically boxing Alex's face with her jugs. The pinned fighter finally brought one hand up to grab and pull on Jess' top, her nails scraping the skin while using it to yank the bustier girl to one side. They fell apart from each other as they scrambled to regroup, but Alex was quick to grab Jess by her breasts like a pair of handles. She quickly forced a kiss onto Jess, who started to return the tonguey fooling around until Alex pinched and twisted on her nipples through her top. Jess let out a startled gasp, her tips instantly growing hard in Alex's rough grip. She tried to pull away from it, bt Alex let go with one hand to grab her by the hair and hold her in their roughly passionate kiss.
Alex took control of the kiss as she wrangled Jess around the mud pit, keeping her struggles to a minimum. Jessica was suddenly able to pull away as Alex let go, letting her hit the mud on all fours. It was simply a part of her strategy as she grabbed Jessica's leg, keeping her from getting back up while she started to roughly finger the downed girl from behind.
"Hang in there, Jessie!" one of the girls called from just outside the ring.
"Fuck her good, Allie! Make her squirt!" added another. Really, both girls could barely made out the words as they tried to focus on the fight.
Jessica kicked back at Alex, but only hit her legs or arms and didn't properly deter her. Alex pulled on the bikini bottoms to let her fingers snake inside, tracing her nails over the sensitive pussy lips before diving in after Jess' excited clit. The firm finger rubbed inside the slick slit, rapidly building Jessica into her first point of the match.
"Come on, slut," Alex ordered, slapping Jessica hard enough on the ass to knock her face first into the mud. It left her breasts flat in the mess with her ass high in the air for Alex to toy with.
"Nooo. Fuck you," Jessica moaned, toes curling as she tried to ignore the building arousal.
"Oh just squirt already, cow tits," Alex laughed at her as she thrust in a second finger. "Makes this mud a little messier with your slutty cum!"
Alex was able to hold out a bit longer, but she couldn't find the leverage to get up or out of the fingering hold. Her bikini bottoms became soaked as she finally shook her hips, moaning loudly as the girls went wild and bounced in their seats at the sight. Roxy made a quick confirmation before urging Alex back, the cocky older woman slapping Jess on the ass before going back to her corner.
Jessica was able to catch her breath before they were called back out to go at it again. It was just the first orgasm of the night, if a wet and rough one, so she wasn't winded yet. She lunged in quickly when Alex came close, grabbing her by the arms and keeping her tangled in their wrestling position. Jess managed to force Alex's hand down, just to catch the smaller blonde around the waist and slam her sideways into the mud.
Alex shifted her weight to try to stop Jessica from climbing on top of her, but the bustier girl had other plans. She grabbed Alex's legs instead, forcing them apart and bumping her knee into the downed blonde's mound. Alex had a taste of her own rough medicine as she moaned, the grinding knee starting to bury her bikini bottom into her pussy.
"I knew you liked it dirty," Jessica mocked, putting her hand in the mud and splashing it onto Alex's chest. She struggled to wipe it off while Jessica held onto her legs and turned to sit down on her stomach, applying her weight advantage through her hips right onto Alex's belly. It briefly winded Alex, but it was all Jess needed to plant herself and lean farther back. It landed her ass right on Alex's smaller chest while pulling her legs up, almost bending her into a C shape. It left Alex trapped beneath her while her pussy was right in front of her.
The fellow fighters outside the ring cheered for Jess' quick comeback. She grabbed Alex's bottoms and pulled them down her legs, leaving the paler girl to kick and struggle helplessly beneath her. She had taken to scratching at Jessica's back and hips, but she couldn't reach anything especially painful with her back digging into the mud. She started to rake her nails over the sensitive soles of Jessica's feet, but the mud on them dulled the affect. Jessica just moved her legs to pin down Alex's arms with her knees.
"Lemme go, you big ass bitch!" Alex snapped from beneath her, thrashing as best she could in her pinned position.
"Love it when you talk dirty, Al," Jessica laughed back at her before she spit on the blonde's pussy. Alex shuddered at the imminent threat to her womanhood, and Jessica made good on said threat when she buried her face into her crotch. Alex let out a long and high-pitched shout as Jessica messily devoured her pussy, loudly slurping and sucking on her labia. Without even her bottoms to stop her, Jessica had free reign on her cunt and buried her tongue on deep. She moved her grip from Alex's legs to her ass, squeezing her cheeks while lightly raking her nails over the soft, pale skin. It teased Alex further while pulling her closer against Jessica's lips, lightly taking one of Jessica's labial lips in between her teeth and tugging on it lightly.
After all the oral teasing, that was enough to make Alex snap. The next time Jessica's tongue brushed her clit she shuddered and her hips bounced in the air, slapping her cummy cunt against Jessica's face while Alex's mouth hung open and her eyes squeezed shut. The crowd cheered while Roxy didn't bother to check, taking Jess' arm to help her up and hold up the arm. "Score is tied! Not that the points really matter, but you know you sluts love it," she teased the whistling crowd.
Alex grunted and righted herself, wiping some of the mud from her pale hair. It left thin brown streaks through her curls, pouting at Jessica who stuck her tongue out at her in return. She licked her lips, still tasting Alex on her mouth as she went back to her corner until the brief rest was over.
As they stepped up for the next round, Alex tried adjusting her bikini bottoms. When it wouldn't stay in place, she smirked and mused a short "Fuck it," tossing her lower half aside. The girls outside the ring whistled at the exposure of her pussy, still slightly damp from Jessica's recent attack. It was the same reason why tossing the loose and wet bottoms felt like a relief to Alex.
The girls moved towards each other at a brisk pace. They were both pumped from their orgasms and the urge to win, wanting to repay their opponent for their past punishments. Alex in particular lunged into Jessica, grabbing and wedgying her bottoms into her pussy while attempting to pull them off. Jess gave a short gasp before she grabbed Alex by the hair, twisting her head off to one side and getting a shrill and angry shout from the smaller blonde. Alex let go of Jess' bottoms, but she pushed and grabbed at her upper body until her fingers caught and pulled down on Jessica's bikini top.
Jessica's breasts spilled right out into the open air, instantly becoming easy targets for Alex's groping claws. Her nails buried themselves into Jessica's areolas, trapping and twisting her nipples as she pulled back. Jess gave a shout of mixed shock and arousal as Alex stood back upright, yanking her breasts in random directions to painfully shake them around for the crowd.
"Got enough milkshake there for everyone?" Alex taunted before releasing and slapping Jess across both tits before shoving her back.
"How about you get the first taste, slut?!" Jessica didn't take that quietly and came rushing back into her, slapping at Alex's smaller breasts and grabbing for her hair again. Alex ducked under the incoming arm and got behind her, shoving Jess roughly into the ropes. They proved strong enough to hold up not only Jess as her back leaned into them, but Alex as well as she came slamming into her bigger opponent. Jess gasped as she her boobs were roughly squashed, sandwiched between her ribs and her horny friend as she bounced against the ropes/nets.
Jess grabbed Alex tits in reply, squeezing one through her bikini top and slapping the other rapidly to try to force her off. When Alex finally let up, Jess pushed her by the boobs to knock her over onto her ass. Jess hurried to jump on top of her, trying to pin Alex down. The smaller fighter proved to still have plenty of fight left in her after just one orgasm, rolling and thrashing to keep the two of them rolling around in the mud, bouncing over and under each other as their exclusive audience went wild.
Alex ended up slipping behind Jessica, wrapping her arms around her upper chest and latching onto her. Jess flopped backward to crush her underneath, but apart from a quick grunt Alex held on just as tightly. Even stuck beneath the bigger girl, Alex bent her leg to slide her foot under Jessica's bottoms and start to probe around with her toes.
"No! Ohhh fuck no you don't!" Jessica gasped. She tried to grab Alex's invading let, but the smaller blonde reached around and caught her arms. It wasn't perfectly binding, but it was enough to keep her from reaching her sexually weaponized foot as she buried her big toe into Jess' pussy beneath her bikini. Jess started to gasp and shudder as she rolled in the mud, whether from resisting Alex's advances or squirming with pleasure.
"What's the matter? You into feet or something?" Alex taunted in her ear, burying her face underneath her hair and starting to kiss and suck at her neck and ear. Jess groaned and pushed at her limbs, but she couldn't make much for progress. She spread out her legs to try to block off Alex's legs, but she was able to bend around it to keep her leg locked around Jess' thigh. The position just left her spread out wider and letting Alex's painted toe dig in deeper.
Jess gave a noisy wail as she arched her back, just to drop back down on top of Alex again. The lower blonde grunted, making Jessica realize her way out. She humped her hips, shivering with pleasure from riding the flexing toe. More importantly, it was bumping her butt against Alex's pelvis, getting husky grunts and groans of her own. When Alex hand let go to try to get around Jess' belly and stop her humping, the bustier girl used the freed hand to grab and remove Alex's food from her privates. She twisted the damp toe until Alex gave a startled shriek and let go of her entirely.
"What's the matter? I thought YOU had a thing for feet," Jessica taunted back as she sat up enough to grab both of Alex's legs.
Jess spread Alex's legs out and stood over her, the crowd delighted when Jess straddled her hips and dropped her curvy bottom onto Alex's naked lap. The older woman moaned and shook wildly a Jessica rubbed her buns back and forth across her opponent's crotch, holding her in a mock-pin position while her booty did the real dirty work. Thanks to her curvy figure, it was proving just as effective as tribbing with her but with half the risk of cumming herself. It certainly was hot to see Alex's moaning and grabbing at the mud in an attempt to distract herself, but she couldn't hold out for long when Jessica started to claw and suck on her feet. She paid special attention to her big toe, stroking Alex's sole and sucking her own precum off when Alex finally shrieked and shook. Roxy came out for one more check and held up two fingers, only one on the other.
"That's two to one, ladies! Break up that lap dance!"
Alex managed to shove Jessica's back to hurry her back off of her, the two parting to return to their corners as they were instructed. Alex had her brief rest, but the fact she had cum twice after rolling in the mud looked fairly obvious. Her breathing was heavy and hair a muddy, tousled mess.
Both girls came right out to the next round, grabbing right onto whatever garments were left on their opponent's body. Alex went right for Jessica's top while Jess pulled on her bottoms. Their frantic pulling snapped the already flimsy remains of their clothes off, and their audience gave a bunch of cheers as they were both left naked as they shoved and grabbed at ecah other. Alex finally managed to get enough distance between them, her eyes going right to Jessica's naked tits. She gave a firm slap to one of them, knocking it into the other before her other hand came from the opposite direction. She slapped Jessica's boobs around until the bigger girl caught her by the wrists, forcing her hands away while bumping her heavy boobs into Alex's. The blonde nearly lost her footing, but she raised a leg and pushed it into Jessica's naked crotch. The toes were a stimulating surprise for Jessica before she tumbled back into the mud, Alex briefly grinding her foot on her snatch before she dropped down after her.
"I just knew you would go down for anybody, slut," Alex taunted as she befuddled Jessica before she dropped down to sit right on her pillowy tits. She wiggled her ass into the comfortable seat while Jessica beat her fists on her back and pulled her hair. Alex gave a brief wince of pain, but she leaned her palms on Jessica's breasts and stretched her legs out behind her. She clamped her thighs around Jess' face, squishing up her cheeks and leaving the bustier fighter facing the older girl's ass. She slapped her hands against the soft buns, but it didn't do much to deter her. Arouse her, maybe, but Jess didn't have any good way to reach her pussy from here with her legs squeezing together.
Alex sucked on her fingers for a moment before shoving them at an angle into Jess' cunt, pumping them rapidly with the tips aiming for her clit. Jessica growled and dug her nails into Alex's butt to vent some of her arousal, but her position gave the older blonde too easy access to her snatch. When she realized she couldn't cut her off from her pussy, Jessica jerked herself to one side and swung a lung up high. Alex still darted back to avoid it, making Jess give a frustrated growl (both from her missed swing and from Alex's shift in her fingers inside of her). Jess tried the same with her other leg, but this time Alex knew it was coming. She wrapped an arm around Jessica's lifted leg, forcing her legs to spread open before the audience. They all hooted and whistled while the mud splashed against Jess' pussy, Alex showily spanking her snatch before shoving her fingers back inside her.
This time she doubled down and pumped each hand inside of her, one fingering her ass while the other went to her pussy. Jess gasped and beat her fists into the mud, trying to crawl back towards the edge of the ring to pull herself up with the ropes.
"Where you think you're going?" Alex taunted. "You haven't even gotten to the good part yet!" She arched her fingers and slowly ran her index finger up Jessica's slit, taking special care as she reached the peak of her pussy. Jessica screamed out as Alex traced her nail along the soft flesh of her clit, sliding roughly up and down as if she had equal intentions of pleasing and hurting her.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, get out!" Jessica yelped, trying to squirm her way out as her clit suffered through Alex's precision attack. Jess kicked frantically at her, but apart from the occasional kick or knee to her boob, Alex had her powerless. She pinched her nails around the bigger girl's clit and wiggled it like she was tweaking her nose, getting one long scream out of Jess as her spread out pussy squirted out into the mud.
"That's another point! Bring it in, ladies!" Roxy declared and the girls tumbled apart. Jessica crawled back to her corner while cupping her crotch. She was breathing heavy as her big boobs bobbed up and down against her chest, clearly feeling the last score after Alex's scratching and fingering. The break couldn't have felt shorter before Roxy called them back out and Jess dragged herself to her feet.
Alex could smell the blood (or cum) in the water, so she came out aggressively. Jess didn't go down as easily as she hoped, but she kept at it as they shoved and grabbed at each other. Jess landed a loud slap that flattened one of Alex's tits, but the slimmer blonde caught her in a headlock in return. Alex managed to wrestle her to the ground using the grip on her neck, landing Jessica tits first in the mud. Alex scrambled to get onto Jessica's back, sitting just below her shoulders and pinning the bigger girl down with her full bodyweight.
"Getting sloppy, bitch. Just how I like em," Alex taunted as she squeezed and kneaded Jess' ass cheeks. Jess started to kick and struggle to her push herself up, but Alex took some of the fight out of her as she jammed two fingers into her pussy and a thumb in her ass. Jess gave a loud cry, still tender from the last orgasm and having to stop to catch her breath again. It let Alex keep on fingering her while pinning her down and grinding her big boobs into the mud.
Jess managed to reach up behind her, catching a handful of Alex's hair and pulling back to get a shriek out of her. The blonde just dug her claws deeper into Jessica's holes, hooking her fingers to gouge them until they seemed to touch through the flesh between Jessica's snatch and ass. It was enough to have Jessica pounding her fist in the mud, the light pricking of her clit in the process proving too much too soon. Jess couldn't hold out for long before she squirted again, shaking even more intensely than the last time as her body took over for her mind.
"That's another for Alex! Break it up!"
The girls split up, Jess catching onto the nets to pull herself up and having to wipe some of her cum away from her pussy, just to find it mixed in with some of the mud that stuck to her hips.
Alex was grinning wickedly the whole time in her corner, enjoying making the bigger girl scream and cum throughout the fight as much as she did cumming herself. She was just sadistic and generous like that.
It was much to her surprise when she started the next round and Jessica came bursting out of her corner. She tackled Alex hard enough that she fell back into the ring's netting, bouncing off and landing with Jess on top. The busty girl took some quick payback with some slaps to Alex's face and pinching her tits, Alex flailing to struggle with her. Alex's blind and panicked slapping was overpowered easily by the bigger girl, enduring her hits so she could grab Alex by the hair.
"You want my pussy so bad, slut?" Jessica taunted. "Well buffet's open."
Alex realized where it was going, giving a quick and panicked "Oh no!" before Jess' thick hips pushed down onto her face, squashing her beneath her wet and muddy pussy. The girls cheered in delight as Jessica roughly rode on her face, smothering and bumping her as much as she was pleasuring herself with Alex's misfortune. After a few heavy hip bumps, she wrapped her legs tightly around the trapped blonde's head and stuffed her nose and mouth into her pussy. Alex thrashed her limbs around, her face lost inside her thighs. Her only chance to breathe was the wet and muddy space inside of Jessica's twat. Forced to resign to her fate, Alex started to noisily eat her out just to part her pussy and be able to breathe. Jessica wouldn't sit still long enough to let her attack her clit again, grinding and bouncing on her whenever she got too close for her liking.
When she caught onto this, Alex went for another lick of her clit. When Jess pulled back, she pushed at her thighs and slid out from under her. Alex spat out some mud and pussy juice before the laughing crowd, face red with embarrassment and the lack of air.
"Dirty titted tramp," Alex hissed, grabbing Jess by the hair and trying to wrestle her back to the ground. She threw her full bodyweight into Jess, but the bigger girl still overpowered her and threw her onto her back with a quick hip toss. Alex landed flat on her back, winded for a second and not getting better anytime soon. Jessica got to her knees and hopped up, splashing down onto Alex with a belly flopping body slam. Her bigger side not onto knocked the air out of her, but Jess was quick to reposition herself with her huge breasts stuck into her face.
Alex was once again smothered out while Jess rubbed her knee between her legs. While the match didn't really have rules for a knockout win, keeping Alex short of breath would be an easy way to cramp her style and keep her from thinking straight. It worked for a few seconds before Alex started scratching along the sides of her naked tits, leaving rough red streaks in their wake to create a frenzied pattern of slashes.
Jess was able to endure that for the sake of smothering and arousing her opponent, but Alex turned it up a level as she bit into Jessica's breast. She sucked one of her nipples into her mouth and sank her teeth into the tender nub, getting a scream from Jess as she recoiled. She was still sitting on Alex's lap, but the blonde slapped her hands into either side to send her sore boobs bouncing into each other.
The big jugs were practically Jessica's center of balance, so Alex threw herself into her once more. This time she managed to take Jess down into the mud. Alex instantly started rubbing at her opponent's pussy with one hand while she tried to hurry on top of her. Jess managed to catch her by the wrists, throwing her more impressive weight to one side and sending them rolling across the mud in a frantically horny catball. The girls were shouting and cheering like, well, a bunch of drunk and horny girls watching a fight would when they came to a stop with both on their sides.
Jessica quickly took the offensive as she pushed herself into a kiss with Alex. The blonde returned the oral attack while grabbing Jess by the ass, pulling them together while starting to grind against her. Jess grabbed onto the ropes to pull herself up, Alex pushing at the mud to do the same and keep up their sensual deadlock. Jess bit Alex by the lip while Alex squeezed Jess' ass. The two spread their legs out, scissoring into each other while they made out and drooled cum and spittle over each other's tits.
"You're gonna cum your brains out, bitch," Alex hissed with a spare moment to breathe before reengaging with the kiss.
"I'll fuck you into my bitch, you cheating little cunt," Jess snapped right back, pulling back with her curvy booty before slamming one big thrust into Alex clit to clit. They positioned themselves so that their tender clits bumped right into each other, optimizing each thrust and grind's effectiveness. Jess hugged onto Alex tightly to try to vent her arousal, wincing and toes curling as sure signs of her lust.
"You're ready to... uhn.... pop, you horny dyke," Alex panted, but her eyes were staring distantly. Her humping was growing faster, but in an impatient and desperate fashion rather than an aggressive offense. The crowd could hear the wet squishing as their ample pussy juices mixed together between their kissing cunts.
Jess mashed her hips and tits into her foe with equally primal lust. "Fuck... I'll fuck you... fucking... FUUUCK!"
Finally, both girls shouted out and gave a few last lusty thrusts before they fell back apart, both twitching and shuddering. Roxy knelt down beside them before waving both hands to the crowd.
"Looks like that's two points! We got a double-gasm!" she declared and the girls cheered even louder at the close and horny contest.
The girls went back to their corners, both sweaty, cummy and winded from the recent tie that left them both orgasming so many times. They moved slower than the start of the match, but as Jessica advanced, Alex kept retreating. She was trying to draw out the break to catch her breath, looking like she couldn't match up with Jess' stamina. Jess landed a few glancing slaps to her hips and chest, but the blonde kept falling back before she could get a solid grip on her.
"Feeling scared, titless bitch?" Jessica taunted, having worked Alex into a corner. She lunged for her again, but Alex faked her out and ducked in behind her. Jessica was still stumbling through her own attack when Alex pushed her in the back, sending her falling tits first into the elastic netting of the ring. Her chest pushed against the mesh, the soft flesh poking through it as well as her excited nipples. She struggled to get back off the ropes, but Alex threw her body against her back to force her back into them.
"How are those big boobs working for you now!?" Alex taunted Jess right back as she hooked a hand between her legs. That part of the crowd had a great view of Jessica's face as she gasped, feeling Alex jam her middle finger up her asshole. Alex wasn't satisfied with just that, using her handful of ass to grind Jessica back and forth. The busty fighter screamed with the occasional moan to show her mixed feelings about the painful experience. Alex's dragging left Jess' tits scraping over the tight wires of the volleyball nets, the already sensitive nipples getting rubbed into a raw and painful red.
Jess was left screaming from the fingering and titty torture until she managed to lean over enough to reach behind her. She slapped a hand against Alex's thigh, allowing her to feel around and dig her claws into Alex's pussy. It was the blonde's turn to scream as her sensitive twat was raked over.
"OW! Fuck! You fatass bitch!" Alex jerked back away from Jess, quickly grabbing her crotch to ease the pain and arousal coursing through her. It finally gave Jess the time to peel her tits off the nets, whipping around and ramming into Alex chest first.
“Payback for my titties, slut!” Jess declared as she bulldozed her way into Alex's chest. Alex was quickly pushed back, easily outmatched in the chest department. Her feet stumbled in the mud, losing more ground until Jessica grabbed her leg and tripped her onto her back. The still-advancing Jessica landed on top of her, winding Alex while the crowd drown out her grunt with their cheers. Jess kept her grip on that leg and lifted it up high, leaving the stunned Alex with her legs spread and making easy pickings for the busty fighter’s fingers.
“Son of a bitch!” Alex managed to gasp as she grasped at the mud, trying to pull herself away. Jess’ weight advantaged proved crucial in keeping her down, leaving Alex trapped underneath her curvier build with her legs open and waiting.
“Open wide,” Jess taunted as she stuffed three fingers into Alex’s eagerly wet pussy. She gasped and twisted, trying and failing to make herself a harder target for her enemy’s fingers. Alex dug her heels into the muck to brace herself, but it just readied herself for the inevitable. Jessica left her fingers hooked inside her opponent, twitching and pumping until Alex arched her back and screamed out the dead giveaway of her orgasm.
Roxy parted the girls again, and Alex stumbled back to her corner like she was going to collapse halfway there. Jessica wasn't in peak shape herself, but she seemed to be outlasting the rough blonde in the long game. When they came back out for the next round, Alex tried to keep moving while slapping and clawing at Jess. She powered through and crashed bodily into Alex, smashing her against the volleyball nets and grinding back and forth. Alex hissed as the bigger tits pushed her around, making the rough material of the nets scrape against her ass and upper back. She grabbed Jess by her breasts, digging her nails into the big jugs containing her.
It worked in making Jessica retreat, but she grabbed Alex by the hair on her way back. She thrust a leg into the blonde's path and threw her into the mud, sending Alex tumbling wildly through the damp muck. Her smaller breasts pumped up and down as she struggled to catch her breath, but she saw Jessica's shadow too late. The bigger girl sat down right on Alex's face, smothering her nose and mouth with her grinding ass and pusssy. Jessica let out a rowdy hoot as she raised her fists overhead like a triumphant cowgirl, ignoring Alex's flailing fists and feet that made up her attempts to escape. It was a bold move, but she saw that she was getting the upper hand and didn't want Alex to get the chance to recover. "Come on, cunt! Lick your winner clean!" Jessica taunted loudly for Alex as much as the crowd. A faceful of pussy was worth some muffled cursing and desperate licking for how horny it would make the trapped blonde.
Alex did go for an oral counter attack, but she both loved and hated having to submit to the busty girl. She couldn't get very far into her, since the mud was thick on Jess' thighs and crotch. She had to pull back periodically when a mouthful of mud got in her way or she had to take a gasp of musky air. Of course, her legs had tired of struggling, so Jessica could easily reach between them to hold her pussy lips open. She rubbed firmly with three fingers, centering their attention around her clit to squash and manipulate it roughly. Alex's growl of horny frustration could be heard by the audience (and felt by Jessica), clawing at Jessica's ass cheeks. The catty blonde managed to change her position underneath her opponent, enough that she could be seen giving a long lick up her asshole. Jess gave a long groan of pleasure, enjoying the anal licking for a short while before Alex's hips thrust into the air, squirting like some bizarrely shaped water fountain in front of the crowd.
Jessica climbed back off of her with a decisive lead, though she took some of the mud from the pool to rub over her warm and sore skin. Alex had relented an especially huge orgasm, dragging herself to the corner before pulling herself up by the ropes. Jess was eager to beat her fast without getting too risky, but her pussy was still dripping down her thigh from all the attempts at getting her back.
The girls came out, both of them anxious and cautious all at once. Jess grabbed her by the arm, but Alex darted in past her to spin her around. The blonde got behind Jess and hugged her around the belly, snaking one of her fingers down to start clawing and fingering her pussy in one cruel gesture. Jess reached around to try to grab at the scratching blonde, but when that failed she just charged backward. Alex grunted as her ass was scraped against the netting again, this time with her belly being crushed by Jess' butt. Jess bounced away from the nets, letting Alex stumble and fall to her knees before she grabbed her hair and forced her face into her ass. Alex let out some cursing and sputtering as Jess wiggled her hips in a mocking butt smother before the blonde shoved her hips and stumbled back upright.
Jess came in for another chesty charge, but Alex stepped aside and slapped straight down on her tits. With all the attention they had been getting so far, the sudden and sharp strikes sent her jugs bouncing and her excited nipples tingling to a point of becoming painful to endure.
"Too bad you can't cum out of your tits, huh, you cow?" Alex grabbed and twisted one of Jessica's nipples, the busty girl screaming at a pitch that wavered between aroused and agony. Alex forced her into a corner and stuffed all four fingers into Jess' pussy, forcing attention onto her ticklishly tender clitoris until she sprayed another screaming orgasm into the mud.
"Fucking slut," Alex panted, even the offensive efforts starting to wear her out. "Come back for more if you're dying to squirt again." She stumbled back along the nets, an awkward step to her movements as her own hypersensitive pussy kept sending shivers up her spine.
Neither girl was especially mobile, so they didn't bother with dodging of feinting when they came out for what would become their last round. Jess lead by grabbing Alex in a one-armed bearhug, the other hand dipping in between her legs. Alex mirrored the hold, both blindly pinching and probing at any wet and tender piece of fesh they could find. They both moaned and panted for air as the wet squishing of their privates could be heard over the cheering crowd. Each orgasm had made the next one easier, and the lingering cum left them lubed up for more no matter how sore they got.
Alex faltered first as one of her legs gave out, getting her to drop to one knee. Seeing that she was starting to lose the fingering duel, she bit into one of Jess' hanging breasts and pinched her teeth around her red and tender nipple.
Jess rewarded Alex's efforts with a jolt and shrill cry, but she grabbed Alex by her blonde curls and threw her into the mud with one powerful push. Alex landed hard enough on her back that her legs swung up into the air. Jessica grabbed her by the ankles, keeping her down and keeping her pussy aimed up in the air. Alex splashed in the mud to try to get away from her, but Jess delivered a quick slap down on her spread snatch. Alex gave a yelp as her cunt was spanked in front of her friends, the other girls laughing and cheering Jess on as she landed a few more punishing slaps.
Alex finally pulled her legs free in a violent jerk, trying to curl up and cup her snatch as her mouth curled into a pained o shape. Jessica kicked at her legs to spread her out once again, jumping up and landing a heavy splash with her busty, naked body that rushed Alex's smaller frame with a wet splatter of mud and a huge grunt of the breathless Alex. The girls all cheered as Jessica grabbed her by one leg, bending it behind Alex's ass. She gave a soft moan of protest, but it was all she could do as Jessie straddled her opponent's thigh and started to grind into her.
"AHHH~! Fuck! Fuck, fucking stop!" Alex howled out, beating her fists into the mud.
"You know what I wanna hear, slut. Say me name when you do it!" Jessica taunted, delivering a sharp slap to the back of Alex's ass. She gave a shriek before going back into moaning, Jess' strong hips and heavy body pushing down into her and crushing her clitoris. It was thick and swollen from all the use and abuse, and Alex shook her head wildly as she wailed through an orgasm that shook her body violently. The girls all cheered as Jessica posed with Alex's legs in hand, letting the blonde spray her moneyshot all the way across the muddy pool. Alex was slapping the ground in submission, her eyes and mouth stuck hanging open as her hand paddled the wet mix of mud and cum.
"Tap! Fuck! Jess, I give up!"
The crowd went wild for the newest and most intense match so far, and they were still only about halfway through the tournament. Alex was finally released, letting her flop into the messy mud as she breathed heavily, letting herself lay flat in exhaustion.
"Hope that last one was worth it," Jessica said with a grin, squatting down and giving Alex a quick pat on the pussy before Roxy came over and lifted up her arm.
"Ohhhh absolutely, you sexy bitch," Alex groaned with a dazed smile on her face.
"Okay, girls!" Roxy called to the crowd. "Go ahead and masturbate if you haven't already, because time for a break and then we're into the next fight!"
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