Sarah's Wedding Vows: The Return of Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez

finally a sequel to the old commissions for Sarah, everyone's favorite chubby blonde punching bag!

Sarah's husband had mixed feelings about the whole event. It was all a big to do; Sarah had kept insisting on them holding a party to renew their vows, though he felt like the whole thing was a waste of time and money. His nephew Andrew had actually been the one to push him over the edge into caving on the matter. "Let her have her big day again," he'd said. "But let's make an extra surprise in there. It'll make the party great for everyone else. I promise."

A few swapped ideas and bills and they were in business. So the groom about to become a groom again sighed and adjusted his tux before heading out to his second big day, knowing there was more to come than that.


The big event over with, people were loosening up around the party. A few drinks went around and the kids were allowed to run around the let off some steam after sitting still through the ceremony. There were long tables full of food of all sorts, and a few caterers carried around appetizers and snacks. A table was also full of wedding gifts, reason enough for Sarah to go all out on the party to thank everyone for the gifts.

Sarah herself was in a low cut gown, gold and white with the edges of a white basque covering some of the lower edges of her breasts. A set of gold-colored heels were the finishing touches, which she gladly showed off to her girlfriends while they chatted excitedly about the day.

A short while into the party end of the gathering, a few murmurs and gasps came from the crowd. Some of the children giggled or cheered at the sight of the tall Spanish woman, recognizing her from a party not a full year ago. She wore the same iconic boots, black tanktop with a flame pattern, and latex pants she had for most of her matches, and a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder that she tossed to sit beside the presents.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez never slowed her pace, happy to be hired to take on the plus-sized blonde jobber again from one of her favorite customers lately. Sarah knew how to really sell that pain from the one time she'd crossed paths with her. It didn't mean she couldn't sell the act herself to keep the crowd on her side, so when she spotted the bride she balled her fists together and slammed them into Sarah's upper back.

"This' payback for Wrestle-Rama, piggy!" Monica shouted at the shocked Sarah, the blonde going right to her knees from the cheap shot. "You wanna make a scene?! Wanna jump me in front of all my fans!? Well it's your turn now, chica!" Monica turned to grab one of the thin wooden chairs set out and lifted it up, smashing it over Sarah's back and sending her flopping gracelessly into the grass as it shattered over her back.

Of course, no one moved to stop the show. The few that were truly surprised and confused had the story quickly relayed by the family members and friends who had been there for Andrew's birthday, their first encounter with the "act" Sarah liked to put on. If anyone but Andrew and her husband knew the truth, they didn't feel like interrupting the fun.

"C'mon, fat princess! Before you get a piece of your cake, you gotta get a big serving of Chilli!" The crowd cheered at her colorful taunt as Monica grabbed her by the hair, forcing her up again while she was bent over and shoving the blonde bridge's head into her armpit for a squeezing headlock. Sarah gagged and pushed clumsily at her, unable to escape the powerful woman's grasp.

The crowd was quick to give them their space while crowding around close enough to watch as Monica grabbed Sarah by the waistband of her dress, lifting her straight up over her head. The crowd let out various applause and cheers as Monica showed her skill by keeping Sarah balanced perfectly upside down over her shoulder halfway through her hold. It let Sarah's skirt flip upside down, baring her stockings, fancy shoes, and pristine white panties before slamming her backward into a suplex right through an emptied snack table.

The attending friends and family hooted and whistled at the showy move as Sarah rolled slowly on the table, snapped in half beneath her as she held her back and her pretty face twisted in agony. Monica sprang back to her feet, rolling her shoulders showily before turning back and stomping on top of Sarah's chest, her boot briefly flattening her big bosom to her ribs before they jiggled back into place.

"Still can't win a fair fight, huh, fat Barbie?" Monica mocked, leaning far over and patting her on the cheek roughly before she squeezed her face, forcing her into a "fish face" expression by squashing her cheeks inward. "Didn't learn your lesson at Andy's house? Well at least you can help me put on a show for these folks, right!?" The crowd reach a peak of its cheers for the shout out to them and the "continuity" that they were a part of as Monica forced Sarah to her feet. Her dress was already specked with grass and dirt on the white fabric, stumbling along in her golden heels while Monica pulled her hair like a leash.

Her stumbling walk came to a halt as Monica raised and then slammed her head down, plopping her face first into the punch bowl. The rich pink-red color splashed over her face, dress and hair, quickly staining the fairer colors as she bubbled and thrashed against the table and made an even bigger mess.

"Thirsty, piggy?!" Monica gloated, holding her under to choke on the juice for a few agonizingly long seconds. She finally lifted her back up, Sarah staggering on her heels clumsily as Monica picked up the big bowl with both hands. "Well, you can have the whole thing!" Monica smashed the fancy, fragile bowl over her head, toppling it into pieces around her as Monica's head rolled dizzily on her shoulders, eyes crossing and flopping face-first into the dirt.

"Ha! I missed wailing on you, Barbie!" Monica praised/mocked, grabbing Sarah by one leg and dragging her along after her across the grass, further staining her body and clothes. She finally tossed Sarah next to one of the tables, her back propped up against it as Monica braced her boot against Sarah's chest, squashing her jugs against her ribs.

"Time to do the dishes, MISSUS Piggy!" she commented on her dress, grabbing one of the ceramic plates from the table and raising it briefly for the crowd to see before she smashed it to pieces over Sarah's head. Her head rattled but it left her stunned in place, eyes rolling comically from the noisy whack to the head. The crowd cheered as Monica grabbed a second one, crashing it apart over Sarah's head again. By the third, the crowd started to chant and count along with her as she continued to go through the stack of dishes.

She finished off all 15 over Sarah's head, leaving her head rolling dizzily and pieces of the plates strewn over her clothes and stuck in her big cleavage. "Boy, you look a mess, Barbie," Monica taunted, grabbing a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket. "You look like you could use a drink!"

She shook up the bottle before popping it open, shooting the cork right into her forehead a moment before the foaming alcohol sprayed over her face and tits, leaving her sputtering and flailing her hands to try and block the incoming liquid. She did so poorly, soon sticky with bubbles and the fine drink as she sputtered and tried to shake out her hair and hands. "Come on, blondie. How can a big pig like you be such a lightweight? You really ought to finish the whole BOTTLE!" Monica tossed the bottle a short way, flipping it over in her hand to grab the neck and shattering it into pieces over her head.

Sarah wobbled comically before she fell over to the grass again, sparkling all over between the champagne and the flecks of glass. "Bit too much to drink," Monica grinned to the crowd, who laughed at the dazed Sarah. She could only mutter and moan weakly when Monica picked her up by the hair, dripping and stinking of alcohol as she staggered like a town drunk after her, big ass shaking behind her in her dress. "Ugh, like you weren't heavy enough! Ditching this tacky piece of dead weight!"

Monica grabbed the middle of Sarah's dress, tearing down to rip the broad skirt of it off of her, throwing it over Sarah's head while her snug white panties were bared to the crowd. As she let out muffled cries of confusion, Monica unleashed a few quick slams of her forearm into Sarah's defenseless head and chest. With her good and disoriented, Monica grabbed her arm and whipped her by it towards the low wooden platform that served as the stage for the ceremony and entertainment. Sarah screamed and ran at it out of control, flailing before her legs caught on the stage and she went rolling and bouncing onto it.

Monica followed, but not without grabbing the ice bucket that had once contained the champagne bottle first. Sarah crawled pathetically on the stage, her wet panties and wide ass wobbling in front of the laughing crowd. "Auntie Sarah's so funny," one of the kids giggled as Monica followed her up.

Monica took a microphone that was plugged into a nearby speaker, forcing Sarah back to her feet by a grip on the chest of her basque and tearing off the rest of her dress, leaving her with nothing but the corset-like garment and her panties (her impractical high heels long since fallen off with all her stumbling and falling over). With her down to her skimpy remains of her fancy attire, Monica patted her cheek.

"Now you look more like yourself, tramp," Monica joked into the mic, the crowd laughing as she turned to them. "Testing! One, two! You having a good time, folks!?"
"Yeaaaa!" they called back.

"Then I think you all deserve a little light show!" Monica stuffed the mic into Sarah's cleavage, burying it deep as the crowd heard her flesh shift and jiggle against the mic over the speakers. Monica got no resistance from the woozy Sarah, and once it was stuffed deep inside of her bosom, Monica gave them a painfully firm smack before she stepped back and threw the bucket of melted ice water over Sarah's body.

The immediate result was soaking her in the cold waters, but quickly after that she quivered and spasmed as the water short circuited the electricity in the microphone. It went shooting through her body as flashes of light and electricity bounces off her skin and hair, making the hair stand on end and her muscles twitch like crazy.

The crowd laughed at her cartoonish impression, Monica finally kicking the plug off the speaker with her rubber-lined boot, leaving Sarah smoking, coughing and looking out on her feet as she lolled from one side to the other. Monica was less noticeable in the background behind the smoking, chubby, half-naked woman, letting her easily sneak out the packet of red hot chilli powder that was her trademark in her more hardcore wrestling matches. She slipped up behind Sarah, tapping her shoulder. "Looks like you could use a little pick me up, piggy. Maybe we ought to spice things up a little!"

Sarah coughed out a cute puff of black smoke before she staggered instinctively, right into position for Monica to blow into her handful of powder. The dark red stuff went right into Sarah's eyes and nose, making her scream bloody murder and wipe at her face marked with soot and chilli powder. She stomped and scrambled around the stage while Monica seemed to ignore her and walk to the edge of the stage.

She picked up the wooden guitar there on the stand, weighing it in her hands curiously. "This' a nice guitar," she mused over the screaming. "Who's is this?" Sarah husband's best man raised his hand with a grin.

"I used to play. You mind if I use this a little?" The groomsman waved for her to go ahead, Monica nodding back to him and lifting it like a bat, turning and slamming the bulky end over Monica's head. There was a single loud, off-key note as it splintered over her head, her blonde head stuck through the busted wood. The crowd burst out laughing at her showy headshot as Sarah staggered backward, falling onto her ass in the grass as everyone applauded.

Monica got a short running start before she dropkicked Sarah in the tits, sending the white woman rolling like a big doughy ball head over heels. The roll in the dirt and the guitar shot seemed to get the static from her hair, though now it had some dirt and grass stuck in her golden locks. She rolled to a stop by the end of the food tables, her boobs wobbling to a stop a good 5 seconds after her body did.

"Geez, thought you were a Fat Barbie, not a Slinky!" Monica mocked her as she followed her over to the table. She twisted Sarah around into a suitable position before grabbing onto her ankles, shifting her footing and then leaning sharply backwards. Her strength and leverage snapped Sarah over Monica's head a bit like a makeshift slingshot, sending Sarah screaming over her and into the table behind them. Sarah crashed hard and managed to snap the table in half, rolling to her back a moment before she saw the large wedding cake sliding down before it splatted into her face.

The big formal wedding cake smashed over her face, cameras going off as people laughed uproariously. "Normally, I think the groom's supposed to feed the bride her first piece," chuckled Sarah's husband. "But this being our second ceremony, I'll let it slide this time, Miss Rodriguez."

"Gracias," Monica grinned back at him with a nod, clearly enjoying letting Sarah squirm and kick under the smothering mess of icing (just how she'd ordered it). Monica hefted off the top few layers and set it as best she could on the next table, grabbing a knife from nearby. Carmen wiped the frosting from her face, gasping and trying to scramble away clumsily when she saw the armed wrestler. Monica raised the knife, but used it to take a slice out of the untouched part of the cake and hand it off to a nearby kid. Only then did Sarah stop panicking, holding her bouncing bosom as if she had just suffered a heart attack, but of course the watching crowd didn't buy the exaggeration.

"You enjoy that, chico," she said with a grin, the boy giggling as he clutched it and started to dig in. "Cuz it's time for presents!" The kids gave a cheer, excited by Monica's contagious glee and the mere prospect of presents. The kids may not have considered that they would mostly be appliances, gravy boats, and other classy household items, but Monica would find a way to make them fun.

Monica went back to the stunned Sarah, grabbing her by the hair again to drag her on all fours to the nearby table overflowing with gifts. "That's enough cake for you! Now let's see what you got for tying down your man, you stinking hambeast. Here, pop that open for me!"

Monica grabbed and tossed one of the lighter gifts to a the tween girl watching nearby. "Rest of you kiddies, line up and open up a present! We're gonna turn this Fat Barbie into a pinata with em!"

The first girl arrived a moment later, handing Monica a set of spatulas for the couple's barbecue. "Nice work," Monica complimented the girl, taking one of them and lifting it high before WHAP! It smacked down on the bare skin of Sarah's tits, making it jiggle in her skimpy top as she screamed from the stinging utensil. Monica delivered several more slaps of the metallic weapon to leave her breasts bouncing from the painful whipping.

Another boy stepped up and offered the remains of a small package, Monica tossing the spatulas aside and picking up the pendant inside. "Nice piece," Monica complimented it, rolling it over in her hand and then winding it around her fist, pounding the chain-wrapped punch into Sarah's boobs. Each one bounced wildly in her basque from the hard shots, threatening to but never quite popping out of her top. Monica wrapped the necklace around Sarah's neck, pulling back sharply and letting it dig into the bride's soft neck. Sarah gagged and thrashed as the jewelry choked her out, pawing at the chain that was dug too deeply into her skin to get a firm grasp.

"What else you got?" Monica asked, reaching a hand out for another gift. One of the kids handed her a toaster, shifting her grip on the aluminum appliance. "Shame we can't plug this sucker in, but Miss Piggy would just get hungry and think I was gonna feed her." The crowd laughed as she released the chain, just to crash the new toy on top of Sarah's head with a loud and hollow clang.

"Her head must be empty too!" Monica mocked, tossing the appliance away. Another kid handed her a matching set of cologne and perfume bottles, Monica shaking them up in each hand. Sarah was still flopped limply in her chair, her chubby legs spread out shamelessly in her stupefied state and getting various snickers and giggles from the crowd. Monica stepped back in front of her, bracing one booted foot on the chair before she unloaded on Sarah’s face, pumping both of the scented sprays into the witless bride. Sarah screamed as soon as it hit her eyes, instantly making them water with the various chemical, but then getting it into her mouth and nose by her own clumsy breathing and screaming. She quickly started to gag, grabbing at her neck as her face changed to a few different colors, the kids laughing at the exaggerated slapstick.

“She’s like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, mommy,” one of the little boys pointed out to his chuckling and cheering parents.

Monica handed the bottles back to the boy with what was left, nodding towards the slowly growing pile of presents/weapons. One boy brought over a thin, wide one, Monica opening what appeared to be a cigar box. Sure enough, when she opened it completely, there were a few fine cigars inside, as well as a discretely included pair of fuzzy handcuffs as a gag gift. The crowd laughed as Monica quickly took an interest in them, lifting up the pink binding toys and twirling them on one finger.

“Look cute, don’t they?” Monica asked one of the kids, the adults laughing as she missed the point and nodded. “Well they look cute, but they work. Trust me.” The Spanish woman winked to the crowd suggestively, getting another laugh as she grabbed Sarah’s hands and pulled them behind the chair, looping the handcuffs through and snapping them onto her. As comical as it looked, Sarah was stuck there and even more defenseless.

Sarah soon found herself put through nearly every present Monica got her hands on. The wrestler opened up a pair of towels with their initials on them, dipping them into ice water and whipping them onto her tits and belly with loud, nasty cracks. Monica opened up a big box of chocolates, grabbing a bit handful from them. "Looking to sneak in another snack, Fat Barbie?" she mocked before she crammed the candy into her face, half of it crumbling over her lips and cheeks while the rest were forced into her mouth and throat, choking her on them. Monica even took a moment to pick one out for herself before tossing another back at the kid who had given her the box, skillfully landing it right in the girl's mouth with a round of applause for her good catch. Monica went on to take out a nice new set of silverware, just to take a pair of forks in hand to prod at her like a Christmas ham, making Sarah howl in pained surprise and jump up with each little poke.

"Phew, you're starting to stink like sweat and chocolate," Monica said with an exaggerated wave at her nose. "We need something to wash that out. Anyone of you kids got any soap?!" The remaining kids shuffled through their stuff before a small boy raised up his hand with a small box of various soaps.

"Perfect! Come on over, big guy!" He jogged over and handed off the stuff, Monica lifting and yanking the cap off a bottle of shampoo, dumping the whole thing over her. Sarah sputtered and tried to breathe through the goop, but when her gasping mouth opened wide, Monica stuffed a whole bar of soap into her mouth. Sarah sputtered and kicked her chubby legs in protect, but a few of the people from the first party started to chant.

"Take a bite! Take a bite! Take a bite!"

Monica grinned back at them, turning to face the crowd rather than her "opponent." "You all wanna see that again?!" she called to the crowd, chanting louder in response to the showmanship. Monica took a few paces back as Sarah was too busy gagging on soap and blinded by shampoo to notice. The Spanish girl charged her at top speed and threw a high kick at her, her boot heel slamming into Sarah's jaw hard enough for her to not only bite right through the soap, making her instinctively swallow the one half, but her chair flying over backward and knocking her off of it. Sarah rolled off it clumsily before landing in a heap beside the gift table, finding herself awkwardly bound to the chair by the cuffs.

“Miss Monica? You dropped this,” offered one of the little boys helpfully, handing her back the half that had flown out of her mouth. Monica laughed as she took it from him gently, giving the young man a firm hug. Some of the adults laughed at the blush on the youngster’s face.

“Good catch, handsome! Tell you what: do you want to grow up and be a wrestler just like Miss Monica?"

The kid nodded, and Monica ruffled his hair as she stood back up. She pulled the chair back upright and stuck the rest of the soap into Sarah's mouth. She pinched Sarah's nose shut, forcing her to choke down the rest of the soap out of instinct. She gagged and burped as it went down, but kept from wretching it back up.

"Let's see if this trick still works," Monica said, holding the boy's shoulder and urging him over to the battered and sticky Sarah. She patted Sarah right on her softly rippling stomach. "Hit her right there for me. Hard as you can."

The blushing boy nodded and wound up way back, burying his little fist right into Sarah's belly button. Sarah gave another quick gag before she suddenly burped, releasing a large bubble out of her lips as she did. The crowd broke into huge cheers and laughter at the spectacle, Monica picking the boy up on one shoulder and patting him on the back as he took his first steps towards his potential wrestling career and his first crush.

Monica set the kid down and went back to Sarah. "Well you sure got your fat butt kicked like a pinata... but you don't quite look the part. You wait here, okay?" She patted Sarah's cheeks, the woman still too dazed to respond and her hands still cuffed to the chair. She went back to her gym bag, pulling out a large jar of paste as large as her head. The crowd gradually turned into an amused "Ohhh!" as they caught up to speed with her plan.

Monica went back to Sarah, a smoking, dirty and sore mess left waiting for her. She looked up groggily just before Monica dumped the paste all over her, splashing the milky cream all over her skin and face as she screamed and squirmed. The kids all shared a laugh at her before Monica clapped her hands for them sharply. “Okay, ninos! Grab some wrapping paper! We’re about to turn this chubby clown into a mummy!”

The kids all cheered and charged in, covering her in the discarded wrapping paper. “Get it all over her now! Push in hard! You know how pigs sweat, and we don’t want that paper just falling back off!”

"It really was nice of her to let the kids enjoy the gifts rather than just herself," commented one of the mothers, still wholly buying the “act” of Sarah’s comical wrestling match. The kids were having fun squishing her big soft body all over with the paper, pressing it in too hard to squash her around beneath it. The paper pressed over her mouth and nose, nothing so tight as to keep her from breathing but certainly unpleasant with the smell of paper and glue sticking all over her face and body.

The clumsy and hasty wrapping in place, the kids backed up to see Sarah still nearly upside down, cuffed to the chair and covered head to toe in mismatched wrapping paper. "Bueno, kiddies," Monica encouraged them as they had her entirely engulfed in the stuff. She undid the cuffs, but grabbed a handful of blonde hair sticking out the back of Sarah's head amidst all the paper.

Monica lifted her up to her knees, Sarah's muffled shouts and protests indecipherable as Monica herded the kids into lining up. "Think it's time we finished playing with the bride so she can go on her way. So everyone line up and give a big kick right here and say 'Happy honeymoon!' Got it?" She pointed to their target of choice, the kids giggling and nodding.

"Happy honeymoon!" they cheered together, then the line started to move. The first young boy stepped up, Monica holding Sarah's arm and hands up so he was free to follow her instructions and kick Sarah squarely in between her legs.

"AWWWW!" Sarah groaned comically at the low blow, trying to fall over and cover herself, but couldn't with Monica holding her up. The kids walked up one after the other, repeated the phrase and the gesture each time.

"Happy honeymoon!"
"AUGGGHH!"
"Happy honeymoon!"
"UNFFF!"
"Happy honeymoon, Miss Piggy!"
"AAACK!"
"Happy honeymoon, Fat Barbie!"
"URGGGGH!"

"She's like a magic eight ball! You never know what sort of nonsense is going to come out of her!" Monica gloated, the kids and adults alike laughing at her. When everyone had a turn (and a few cut back in line to get another shot), Monica shoved Sarah to bend her over on all fours, leaning over the chair with her papery tits squashed into the steel.

"I just gotta see one thing. Your butt's so big I kind of lost track of it." Monica peeled off a few pieces of the wrapping paper before finding the buried treasure she wanted: Sarah's ass still had the brand on her broad buns from before, the AJ from Andrew's pendant still scarred into her soft flesh.

"I knew it! You really are Andrew's favorite auntie," Monica cackled. "In fact... Andy! You still here?!"

There was some applause as Sarah's pesky nephew came forward,  waving to everyone and shaking hands with Monica when she offered. "Pleasure doing business with you again. Now this piglet bridge needs a finisher. You mind giving me a hand with that?"

The crowd cheered in encouragement, and Andrew smiled and shrugged. "Well, if you all insist," he replied, Monica patting the fun-loving young man on the shoulder. Monica hefted her back to her feet, bend over so her partly exposed ass stuck out. Even this deep into the fight, her deep cleavage made a soft splashing noise as a mix of crumbs, chocolate, champagne and punch spilled out from her deep, round breasts.

"Just grab her feet when they go up and push," Monica said, nodding upward towards where her feet would end up. Monica wrapped her arms around Sarah's midsection, hands locking just before her hefty breasts and squashing them up towards her face. The Spanish girl gave a big grunt, leaning back up and lifting Sarah almost perfectly upside down. Her chubby legs kicked weakly, but the professional wrestler kept her balance to the whistling and applause of the crowd. Andrew let her hold her ominously above the ground a moment before he grabbed his aunt by the feet and the two of them spiked her head down, thumping hard into the solid ground near the driveway.

Sarah bounced once before finally flopping down, a chubby, sticky rag doll left on the ground. The crowd popped in approval, wild cheers going up for the big finale. Monica motioned them to wait before she went back towards the front of the house, returning after a few seconds. She was wheeling along a huge crate, similar to a coffin in its size and length. Clearly it was built to carry something about the size of an adult person.

"Had to order the extra wide for her, but I think she'll fit. Who wants to see this mummy go back in her tomb?!" The crowd gave one more cheer of "YEAAA!" as Monica slung Sarah over her shoulder, dumping the punch-drunk, barely-dressed bride into the crate. Sarah nailed it shut on each corner, then slapped a sticker with an airplane and some fine text printed out over it. Monica strutted back over to Sarah's husband, reaching into her cleavage and producing a few stamps.

"Want a lick, big guy?" she grinned impishly, the man laughing and taking the stamps politely before licking them for her and handing them back. Sarah stuck them on next to the label and leaned on it with an assuring wave to the crowd. "Don't you worry. She's just taking her own flight to the honeymoon spot. Cheaper this way anyway." She paused, but then shrugged. "But I didn't check the label too closely. She might just go to a slave trader. Or maybe somebody will think she's some mummified fat pharaoh and throw her into a museum for kids to poke at."

The crowd laughed and clapped some more as a truck pulled up to the front. Right on time as Monica's rental time went up, the boys showed up on time to pick up her "package." They wheeled Sarah's crate into the back, ignoring the groans coming from inside as Monica went back to her fans, giving out autographs and soaking up praises for the show. She gave her card to a few especially eager fans among the family and friends, and Andrew was sure to post their picture on his Facebook that night.

It showed Andrew smiling widely, Monica having slung her arm around his head and squeezing him almost playfully into the side of her chest. A big lipstick mark was visible on his one cheek. The accompanying post read "Thanks to Sarah and her husband for that spicy wedding!"

Gundam Captain Catfight #2

a quick sequal to the last Gundam fight; no toys, less sex, more violence!

Murrue Ramius was outraged by the results of her last fight. She had been knocked out by Talia Gladys in their private match, only to leave her unconscious at the same time when they'd passed out by smothering and orgasming each other out in the ring. It wasn't long for the women to rest up and recover back to full strength, and the gossip never stopped. The rumors just went on further and more frequently of who was the strongest and who was the most attractive between Talia and Murrue, both of them stewing in their outrage from the ambiguous ending of their contest.

So of course, once they were back and ready, Murrue sent out another invitation to another fight. It would be back in the cage, but no toys or gear around to use; just their bodies put to the test until one couldn't stand it any more. The captains locked the gym behind them and reentered the octagonal cage, sealing it shut as they each eyed up their opponent.

They'd agreed to wear something sexy for the fight, even if they were intending to act decidedly more vicious this time around. They were both barefoot and wearing lingerie, Murrue in a white lacy one-piece and Talia clad in a black two piece joined together by garter belts.

"You ready to go down, you fatass slut?" Talia taunted across the ring, arms folded under her round breasts as she paced slowly along her side of the cage.

"Not a chance. I'm done fucking around with you, whore," Murrue snapped back, cracking her knuckles and stretching her fingers readily. "I'm going to leave you a bloody stain on this mat tonight."

With no bell to cue their start, Talia just charged furiously at her opponent. Murrue sprinted back at her and the two clashed at top speed, hands going up to grab at each other. Their fingers locked, leaving their lower bodies no place to go but slamming into each other, breasts mashing together like fleshy airbags. Both girls grunted as the air was briefly knocked from their lungs, pushing and pulling wildly at the other's arms in clumsy attempts to gain the upper hand.

Murrue finally pulled back and threw a kick into Talia's stomach, making the blonde captain let go to lean over and let go to hug her aching belly. Murrue quickly grabbed her light-colored hair and rammed her knee up into her face, hitting her hard in the mouth. Talia's head bounced from the hit, Murrue repeating it three more times to get her good and rattled before she swung her by the hair towards the cage's bars.

Talia managed to raise her hands to stop the impact, catching her fingers on the steel and holding herself up as she spit some blood out to the side. "Oh, that is IT!" she snarled, and as Murrue approached her from behind, she lined up and shot a high, backward kick into one of Murrue's breasts.

"AWW!" The brown-haired girl grunted and grabbed for her chest, Talia spinning around to slap her across the face with all her might. Murrue staggered and nearly fell over to her side, the fresh red handprint on her cheek from the massive blow. The white-clad captain rubbed her face while Talia took the opening to form her hands into claws, slamming them on Murrue's upper chest and raking them down over the rest of her heavy tits.

"AAHHHH!" Murrue screeched and her hand went up to shield her breasts, already stinging and bearing multiple rows of reddened skin from the rough scratching. Her other hand went to grab Talia by the hair, pulling her towards her so that Murrue could lower her head and bite into the soft flesh of Talia's cleavage.

"YOW! You dirty fucking cunt!" the blonde cursed wildly, swinging at Murrue but finding her too close to her own body to do much harm with her flailing fists. She instead reached past her wist, grabbing the back of Murrue's white attire and pulling up sharply, digging a wedgie into her groin as the elastic bottom stretched to expose her ass cheeks.

Murrue squealed at the intrusive move, wincing but biting down harder as she pushed into Talia, tripping her up and crashing down on top of her. Talia's breasts wobbled around and popped out of her opponent's mouth, giving Talia the chance to shove her palm up into Murrue's face, bending her head back as her nails shoves up along her lips and nose. Murrue growled and tried to wriggle free while staying on top of her, resorting to throwing rapid punches into Talia's tits to make them jiggle wildly in her skimpy top.

"You're fucking dead, you blonde bitch!" she hissed down at her, raising her fist again when Talia rolled over, getting Murrue onto her back. She grabbed Murrue by the wrists, pushing them out to her sides and sitting on her chest, perched on the brown-haired girl's cushiony breasts and bouncing her bottom on them rapidly.

"Try it from down there, you stupid cow!" Talia taunted, bouncing on her jugs like a pair of tiny trampolines. Murrue could only wince as her hands were held back, Talia finally sliding forward to shove her crotch into Murrue's face. "Ready to say goodnight already, my ugly little fuck toy?" she gloated, grinding her sweaty sex against her hated rival's face.

Murrue's face soured and she shook her head, trying to slip away but Talia's flexing thighs trapping her there. She inhaled her musky, feminine scent against her will, the silky black panties covering her nose and mouth. With few other choices and a golden opportunity, Murrue took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide, biting down on Talia's pussy and twisting her head like she meant to tear it off of her.

Talia screeched and immediately jumped off of her, feeling Murrue's teeth scrape over her privates and even tear a few of her golden pubic hairs from her groin. "You bitch! You savage fucking bitch!" she raved, rolling off and collapsing to the mat clutching her pussy. Murrue rolled to all fours and spat a few times to try driving out the taste of sweat and pussy, coughing out a few stray hairs and fibers from her panties.

"Serves you fucking right, you horny pig!" Murrue snapped back at her, grabbed for Talia's hair while she tried to crawl away. Murrue instead caught hold of the shoulder strap of her lingerie, pulling back hard and tearing it nearly in half. One of the blonde's breasts spilled out of her top, tripping as her balance was thrown off by the pulling of her clothes and jiggling of her chest. She landed hard on her chest, letting Murrue scramble onto her back and grab the back of her bra, tearing and jerking on it to loosen up the already damaged garment.

"That was my best lingerie, you skank!" Talia screamed back at her, blushing and grabbing back at her blindly.

"You shouldn't have worn it to your ass-kicking then, you dumb dyke!" Murrue snapped back at her, finally yanking back hard enough to pull off the top half of her outfit completely. Talia’s bare tits were squashed against the mats under both of their weight, She winced as her breasts puffed out from under her like rising dough, the pale and scratched flesh grinding uncomfortably beneath them. With few other targets, Talia grabbed one of Murrue’s legs, biting into her tender toes and grinding her teeth against them.

Murrue howled in pain and fell off of her in a panic, Talia rolling over with her nipples hardened as they were exposed to the fresh air. Murrue was on her hands and knees as she flexed some feeling back into her foot, leaving her open for Talia to jump onto her back. She wrapped her hands around Murrue's pretty little neck, squeezing and shaking as Murrue's body rocked with the throttling attack, gagging the whole time. She grabbed at Talia's fingers, trying to pry her off without any real progress.

Murrue changed strategies as she reached up to tear at Talia's blonde hair. Talia hissed as the pulling made her lean further down, letting Murrue swing her other arm back to ram into her ribs. The blows made Talia's breasts jiggle against the back of her head, finally forced to release Murrue as she fell back. Her flailing arms managed to catch on the top of Murrue's lingerie, a loud ripping noise sounding a she tore it down to her middle-back, making her breasts spill out as well.

"Aghh! That was expensive, you stupid bimbo cunt!" Murrue raged at her, turning to grab at the attacking blonde.

"Serves you right, you back alley whore!" Talia tried to wrestle her back, but Murrue pulled at her arm in a clumsy equivalent of a judo takedown, flipping her to put her back onto the mats. She landed with her hefty breasts in Talia's face, leaning down to sink her teeth into one of Talia's perky nipples.

The blonde screamed in reaction to the nasty bite, but found her open mouth closing down on the sweaty tit pushing into her face. She took the opportunity to bite back, burying her teeth into the thick breast meat. Murrue screamed in reply, but through her own mouthful as she kept her own teeth and lips locked onto her opponent. Murrue moved her head steadily up Talia's chest, opening and closing her mouth to rapidly leave a trail of bite marks going up the blonde's chest until she chomped on her areola.

Talia shook violently from the gnawing of her breast, turning her own mouth straight for Murrue's nipple. She sucked on it wetly and noisily before she clenched her teeth shut around it, grinding her teeth back and forth on the excited nip as she tried to contain her squeals and shudders of pain.

"Fugging bith!" Murrue screamed sloppily, drooling over Talia's breast as she refused to let go with her clenching teeth. She twisted and pulled back her head, getting a high squeal out of Talia as she tore at her breast like a dog with a piece of meat.

"Peeth of thit!" Talia growled back, burying her teeth into Murrue's nipple and sucking harshly on it, pulling the flesh in and out past her teeth. The girls both tasted blood as it ran over the curves of their breasts, biting each other open in their mutual tit war. Talia managed to jerk at the breast in her mouth, a lucky grab letting her shove both of Murrue's nipples into her mouth and crush them both in her teeth.

"AUGHHH! LET GO! STOP, YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Murrue screamed, finally parting her mouth with Talia's nips to scream and try to roll off of the blonde. Talia kept her grip a bit more, twisting her tits in her mouth before letting her go, Murrue's breasts jiggling back into place. Murrue hugged her chest and winced as she curled up on her knees, both girls checking the damage on the bloody bite marks on their breasts.

"You busted my tits, you bitch!" Murrue shouted at her furiously. wiping some of the blood from her nipples.

"You started it, you dirty little mutt!" Talia shouted back, glaring at the brown-haired fighter as she nursed her own wound.

Both rose shakily to their feet, finally bringing their hands from their chests. They were still sore, but the bleeding had slowed enough for them to try to ignore it. Talia attacked first, throwing a slap across Murrue's face. The brown-haired girl grunted and stumbled to one side, Talia grabbing her by the hair and continuing to smack her cheeks and head as fast as she could dish them up. "You like that, you weak fucking whore!?" the blond snarled at her, twisting the handful of hair up to spit into Murrue's face. Murrue winced and wiped the spit away with one hand, but the other suddenly reached up and grabbed Talia by the hair, pushing it to one side to smash the blonde's head into the cage.

Talia cried out and held her own head instead of Murrue's, only to feel the rival captain's fingers touch hers before Talia's head was shoved into the bars, this time face first. Murrue leaned into her back and ground the blonde's face against the relentless steel, Talia crying out in pain as it left a shallow, bleeding scrape along her forehead. Her breasts slid back and forth with her, slapping them against the cold iron bars.

"I'm going to grind that ugly face and those fat tits into mush, you dirty cunt!" Murrue screamed furiously at her. Talia managed to grab two of the bars to stop the painful process, thrusting her hips back to ram her ass against Murrue's barely covered groin. The brown-haired captain stumbled back a pace, enough for Talia to turn and smash her elbow into Murrue's face. It met her nose with a nasty crunching noise, Murrue suddenly bending over holding her face with a muffled wail, blood spilling from her nose and over her mouth.

Talia rubbed her own forehead, feeling the rough gash there before she turned and grabbed for the bottom of Murrue's white lingerie, yanking to pull them completely down to her knees. Murrue gasped and tried to cover up, but Talia slapped her hands away and kicked her squarely in the pussy. Murrue let out a high-pitched moan as she shuddered in pain, falling to her knees. The blonde sneered down at her, grabbing Murrue by the hair once more and raising her fist to slam it down into the brown-haired captain's bloody face, spraying crimson saliva over the mat as she gawked and sobbed in pain.

"Time to finish you, you big-mouthed little bitch," Talia threatened, raising her fist again but Murrue lunging forward, biting right through her black panties and chomping into Talia's vagina. Talia shrieked in agony, paralyzed on the spot holding onto Murrue's hair to stay balanced. She chewed on her enemy's nether lips, viciously, Talia finally shoving her back. It left her pussy visibly swollen, and visible only because Murrue ripped off enough of her panties to let them fall to the mats in shreds.

Murrue spit to the mats as she stumbled up to her feet awkwardly. "You even taste like a slut," Murrue growled. Talia was still rubbing her pussy but glared furiously at her, throwing herself at Murrue and punching at her face. Murrue saw this one coming after the last one had rattled her so badly, stepping back and dodging the blow before she grabbed onto Talia's arm. Murrue squeezed and twisted the limb, the blonde giving off a quick wail of pain as she was caught in the crude submission hold. Murrue used it to hold her in place and lean in close to her, naked bodies pressed together and Murrue's sweaty twat against Talia's ass. Murrue suddenly pressed her lips to Talia's neck and bit into her flesh.

The blonde captain screamed bloody murder as Murrue bit into her again, reaching back and clawing at her hair and face. Shallow scratches ran over her face, but Murrue still held on until Talia's nails caught on her nail, managing to lean forward and swing Murrue over her shoulder and throw her to the mats. She landed hard on her ass, wincing and rubbing at her tailbone when Talia lifted her foot and kicked her straight in the back of the head.

Murrue fell to the mats with wail, but rolled over to swing a leg into her opponent's. Talia came crashing down next to her, Murrue lunged and reaching out to strangle her. Talia managed to catch her by the hair again, holding her at arm's reach until she could dive past Murrue's thrashing claws and bit into her big vulnerable breast.

Murrue shrieked and pulled back, but Talia locked on like a bulldog and refused to let go. Murrue's breast stretched out painfully with the bite, jiggling the distorted fat while Talia was glaring up at her face, savoring it as she watched the darker-haired fighter's expression of pain and rage. She wasn't able to escape, only contorting her position attached to Talia, so she instead resorted to a counter-attack.

Murrue grabbed onto Talia's crotch, getting a quick grunt from the blonde but she refused to let up on her bite. Talia went on twisting her mouthful of tit meat, just as Murrue bit into Talia's breast as well. The girls screamed illegible curses at each other as they seemingly worked to devour each others' breasts, gnashing and drooling over each other savagely, hands busy elsewhere like some demented pie-eating contest.

Murrue copied Talia as well, both women using their hands to force the others' legs open and claw at their pussies. Talia twisted her teeth on Murrue's breast, almost turning her nipple upside down with the force as she clawed and pulled at her foe's brown bush and puffy pussy lips. Murrrue gouged at Talia's clitoris as she sucked on her entire areola into her mouth, biting as if she meant to tear her nipples off.

The two remained entangled in a painful standstill until Murrue changed her grip, burying her thumb into Talia's asshole. The blonde gasped and opened her mouth in surprise while Murrue started to scrape her sharp thumbnail around inside of her. She clawed a few more times desperately at Murrue’s snatch, but couldn’t match the sheer pain that the brown-haired woman was dishing out in return.

"Oh fuck! Get out of my ass, you dirty bitch!" Talia shrieked painfully, her thighs clenching and trying to force Murrue back out of her. She released Murrue's pussy to grab at her hands, suddenly stuck on defense in their lockup. Tears ran down the blonde's face as her tender opening was penetrated and slashed by her foe's hard nail. Talia turned enough to throw a kick into Murrue's stomach, getting a grunt out of her as her finger slid out of Talia's ass with one more painful pop.

The women each curled up on the mats, holding their various sore spots. Murrue held her aching stomach and pussy while Talia groped at her own ass. "You'll fucking pay for that," the blonde threatened, rolling to her knees and crawling after Murrue.

"Ohhh, you're all talk, cunt," Murrue groaned back in challenge, scowling back at her similarly injured opponent. Talia proved her wrong by diving into her, their sweaty, bloody breasts slapping together. They were both momentarily rattled, but Murrue found her balance and braced her knees on the mats, face to face with Talia as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's lower back and squeezed her into a bearhug. Their tits ballooned up between them as Murrue leaned into her opponent, hard nipples and soft flesh crushing into hers.

Talia groaned from the force pressing into her, throwing her own arms around Murrue to squeeze her back. "I'm going to pop those tits, you dirty little dyke," Talia grunted, sweating and wincing as she struggled to breathe and stay steady on her knees. The girls stumbled a bit back and forth as Murrue joined her choir of grunts, suddenly spitting into Talia's face.

Talia snarled and spit back at her, splatting onto Murrue's face just before she lunged in and bit onto the brown-haired woman's lips like an aggressive kiss. Murrue shrieked against her mouth as her lips were twisted by Talia's teeth, trying to retreat but both of them still gripping with their hands.

Murrue resorted to biting right back, crushing Talia's lower lip between her teeth. The girls squealed and shrieked, their wordless cries going into each others' mouths. Tears ran down their faces and into each other's' lips as they bit and pulled,

Murrue resorted to biting right back, crushing Talia's lower lip between her teeth. The girls squealed and shrieked, their wordless cries going into each others' mouths. Tears ran down their faces and into each other's' lips as they bit and pulled wildly, Talia finally throwing her full weight into Murrue hard enough to knock her onto her back. Murrue grunted and winced as she landed, their faces and teeth rattled into each other, biting savagely at each other and rolling across the mats.

Murrue managed to get back on top, though still locked in their deadly kiss, pulling up on the blonde's lip and slamming her head into the mats below. Talia grunted as her head bounced off it repeatedly, smacking into Murrue's on the way back up. Murrue dripped blood and sweat down on her as their tits and faces clashed repeatedly, breathing heavily as both women breathed and whispered slurred curses at each other.

Talia managed to grab Murrue by the throat and throw a headbutt into her skull. Both girls gave a frail grunt as their heads bounced off of each other, falling apart with a stamp of blood left shared on each of their foreheads from their wounds. Both of them were laid flat, breathing heavily and rolling as they saw stars.

Finally, Murrue dragged herself after Talia, breathing and sweating heavily after the long and violent bout. She was bleeding from her breast and face, and her every move sent a painful throbbing through her crotch. Talia rolled to her side by the time Murrue arrived at her, forcing Talia's legs apart. Talia got the same idea, acting on it quicker out of instinct. Talia stuffed her face into Murrue's pussy, enduring her slick juices to start biting inside of her. Her teeth tore at her pussy lips to make room for her to bite into her clitoris.

Murrue didn't scream, only because she was just starting to chew on Talia's labia as well. The women both shrieked and sobbed while remaining unrelenting in their intimate attacks. "Give up before I break that pussy!" Murrue shouted at her through grit teeth. "I swear I will rip that cunt right off of you!"

"Eat me, twat! OW, not like that! I'll show you how to ruin a cunny, you ass-fucking whore!" Talia snarled back, sucking on Murrue's private flesh and biting down on as much of her pussy as she could at once. Murrue let out a miserable wail as her cunt was mauled, toes curling as Talia slurped and chewed on her.

"Oh god, stop! Stooop!" she shrieked, stomping her feet and clawing on Talia's thighs. The blonde flexed her legs to resist her, trying to clamp them around Murrue's head to try to keep her away and crush her neck in the process. Murrue resisted as best she could by slamming her knee up into Talia's tit, bouncing it as she howled and shook, her boobs bouncing into each other but still holding tight.

"You're mine, whore! I've got your pussy on lock! Your slut-hole is mine, and you won't fuck for weeks! I'm the hottest, and I'm the strongest, and you're just a pathetic, ugly, used-up piece ofFFPFFTH!"

Talia sputtered and choked as despite all her pain, Murrue came from all the stimulation as she sprayed her aroused juices over the blonde's face and hair. It gushed into her nose, eyes and throat as Talia rolled away, eyes watering as she swallowed and gagged on her cum. The blonde pushed away from her, holding her throat and wiping at her face.

Murrue's knees were shaking, but she still got to all fours to follow her. Talia rolled wet and miserable on the stained mat where Murrue mounted her, shoving her soaking pussy in Talia's face and clenching her legs shut around her. Murrue grit her teeth and slammed punch after punch into the blonde's face, rocking her blind and strained face with the blows until Talia was a rag doll beneath her.

Murrue panted, sweating buckets and bleeding in several places as well as her knuckles now. She rolled her head back, taking heaving breaths as she rode the adrenaline high, instinctively humping against her face as she slapped the unconscious Talia's cheeks. It did nothing but make her head twitch against her crotch, sending more electrifying sensations up her sensitive pussy.

"Where's that big fucking mouth now, blondie?" Murrue muttered through bitten and bruised lips. "All that talk and here you are my fucking sex toy. You got lucky last time, you dirty little cunt. You here me in there, bitch?! You're shit to me! You're not fit to lick this pussy, let alone beat me!" She cut herself off with a husky grunt as she came once more, squirting over Murrue's face in one more act of dominance, relieving her sexual tension and thrill of victory in a clear, sticky mess over the motionless blonde.

Murrue sucked up her breath once more before she got up, holding the edge of the cage for balance. She walked out and locked the cage behind her, leaving the scraps of her lingerie behind rather than trying to salvage the heavily torn fabric. The men would find Talia alone and beaten the next morning, Murrue knew, a halved mirror of their last fight, and they would know damn well just who did it to the cocky bitch. And they would know who was the sexiest and the strongest out of all the captains in their forces.

Gundam Sexfight: Murrue vs Talia

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