Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Dangan Ronpa Beach Fight commission

Past commission I forgot to post, another massive group fight, with the female cast of the video game Dangan Ronpa.  Similar to the beach fight prior (may have been the same customer...), the ladies fight very rough and there's a lot of fatalities along the way, if relatively "clean" and offscreen stuff (mainly drowning and choking). Promise some softer stuff coming soon!


"My my my! What a lovely sight this is! Fifteen bathing beauties laid out on the beach! Considering that plenty of them were dead not long ago, I'd say it's a real piece of Heaven out here... or is it a Hell? Well, let's not ask questions about how or why. Perhaps they should WAKE UP and find out already!!"

The girls all started to come to from all the racket. They had no memory of their immediate past, so they have no idea how they got here or who the others were. The ladies of Danganronpa were all laid out in the sand near each other, clad in skimpy swimsuits. The tide of the clean, clear water was whipping fiercely by the shore, cuing them to look around and realize they were on a rather small island. It was only home to the beach and a single mahogany tree. The whole surface could be covered in a few seconds, if you jogged.

Monokuma, the iconic black and white teddy bear, walked over the island, looking as smug as a devious toy could. "You're finally awake, you lazy bones! Don't go asking questions yet, because-"

"Where are we?" Kyoko demanded, looking around as she stood up and dusted some sand from her swimsuit.

"What are you all doing here?" Hiyoko asked, looking at the others strangely.

"Why is that bear talking?" Mikan pried as she walked casually towards the tree.

"When do we get to eat?" Ibuki added.

"Didn't I create you?" Junko asked, squinting thoughtfully at the strutting toy.

"I SAID ENOUGH QUESTIONS!" Monokuma blurted. "It's all very complicated and very, very logical, but you'll just hurt your heads thinking about it. So let me put this simply." He waved a paw around the island's majestic view; all clear and clean, untouched by man. "This island is perfectly deserted apart from you girls. I brought you here, and I am the only way off of here."

"Says you!" Aoi shouted at him, running to the edge of the beach. She gave a readying tug at the shoulder straps of her suit. "Maybe no one told you, but I'm the ultimate swimmer!" She dove gracefully into the water... and was immediately swept away. The tide didn't pull her out or push her in, but instead swept her straight to one side, leaving the busty, tanned girl to flail and shriek as she was forced through a few laps around the island.

"As I was saying, the riptide prevents anyone from coming or going from the island. There's no phones, no purses, no electronic devices. As it stands, I am your god for as long as you stay here!"

"Pretty funny-looking for a god," Chiaki huffed. "This is like that dumb American show."

"So what are you trying to make us do?!" Mahiru demanded. "Worship you?"

"Nothing so extravagant! I have places to be, after all. Sequels, movie deals, and all that. So instead... you'll simply fight to the death for me."

The girls hesitated and looked at the strangers surrounding them, right as Aoi was tossed back onto the shore, wet and sticky with sand. Toko turned with a bounce of long pigtails towards their strange host. "You can't expect us..."

"And why not? I'm the only sure way off this island. And it took a lot of doing to get you all here in one place. It's the least you could do to repay all that hard work. There's no food, no fresh water... only each other to hold you back."

The girls eyed each other grimly. His threats and logic were sinking in as he watched with passive amusement. Sayaka heard the sound of rapid steps on the sand, turning right before Junko tackled into her unannounced. The other girls gasped and jumped to their feet, seeing the threat was real as the bright-haired girl clawed and grabbed at the brunette.

"Just... ugh! Make it easy on yourself!" Junko growled as she tried to get her hands on Sayaka's neck. "Just roll over and die so I can go home!"

Celestia turned to glare at Sonia, making the one piece-wearing princess gasp and run away from the spiral-braided girl in her black bikini. They ran towards the middle of the island before they both suddenly vanished from sight in a puff of sand and leaves.

"Oh, and by the way! There's pit traps littered around the island, so don't try running too far. Otherwise, you'll just end up trapped with your enemy!" Monokuma went on. The shrieks came from within the pit as Celestia clawed at Sonia's face, but the princess grabbed and pulled back on the big braids of her attacker.

Akane tried to get a jump on Kyoko, just to be cut off by Mikan and Mahiru. "There won't be any kind of first aid to heal you when I'm done," giggled Mikan with a crooked grin.

"I'm not about to leave this island as a corpse either!" Mahiru insisted as she lunged for the busty gymnast. Akane sidestepped her and slammed a fist into the redhead's temple, knocking her silly next to her. Mika tackled into Akane instead, knocking her onto her back in the sand. Her tiny bikini didn't offer much cover as the wild-eyed girl's nails gouged into one of Akane's breasts to try to hold her steady. Akane screamed and thrashed, her cries quickly lost among the many shrieks and threats of the crowd of girls.

Peko backed away from her foes warily, hands up and ready to defend herself. Chiaki and Toko moved in on her, trying to outflank the silver-haired girl with her serious expression. "I'm used to fighting enemies with a sword, but..." She clenched her fist readily, but froze as she felt her foot slip.

"Now!" Chiaki and Toko charged for her, the geeky girls trying to double-team her. Peko was quick enough to realize she'd slipped on a pit trap, so she jumped and flipped backward to land on the other side. Chiaki and Toko weren't nearly so careful or graceful, so they immediately fell through the false piece of sand and crashed into the dusty pit together. Chiaki tried to stand up, just to step on Toko's pigtails. The writer paid her back with a yank down of her bikini bottoms, which Chiaki instinctively tried to pull back up. This was interrupted by Toko jamming her claws into the pink-haired gamer's pussy, gouging at the tender flesh and whatever drew out more painful screams from her fellow trap-mate.

Ibuki tried to make easy prey out of Aoi since she was freshly dumped out of the water. The athletic swimmer suddenly charged forward, knocking the knees out from under the punky girl and sending her spilling face first into the sand. Ibuki spat some of the clean, dry sand when Aoi's foot came crashing into the back of her head, making the musician shriek and curl up as the busty tanned girl stomped away at her. "Cheap shot me, will you!? Then you'll be the first to go, you poser punk!" she ranted as she tried to stomp and kick her right through the beach.

Kyoko and Hiyoko were already yanking on each other's long hair, yanking on braids and pigtails and whatever else they could dig their claws into. "That's not going to kill anyone," muttered Mukuro, the girls jumping in surprise as the soldier girl appeared behind them while they were distracted by their own violent squabbling. Mukuro grabbed the base of their necks and spiked their foreheads together, making the detective and dancer fall over with a pair of synchronized shriek. "But that's a start." She turned and stomped a foot down on Kyoko's stomach, grinding her heel into her guts as she screamed and grabbed at Mukuro's heel to try to ease up the pressure. Hiyoko dove at her other leg, desperately afraid of letting the soldier have her way with them. She hugged the slender limb and bit into Mukuro's calf, getting a pained shout as the so-far dominating girl went down. Her two latest victims quickly climbed onto her, trying to overpower her with their numbers as the bikini-clad girls fought savagely to survive.

Peko rushed over to the slashing and thrashing pile that was Sayaka and Junko, throwing a kick into Junko's face. The wild-haired girl flew off her victim of choice with a spray of saliva and blood from her lips where she'd bitten her tongue in the harsh soccer kick. Peko gave the startled and slightly confused Sayaka a brief glance before the swordswoman grabbed the dazed and groaning Junko and dragged her towards the tree by her tangled mass of pink hair. Peko smashed her face roughly into the wood twice, bloodying her nose with the brutal shoves against the hard trunk.

"Oho! Looks like first blood goes to Peko-chan! But can she finish the job?" Monokuma mused out loud. Peko was too caught up in her dirty work to bother listening to him, or to notice the dazed but angry Mahiru grabbing her by her bikini bottoms. Peko pulled away instinctively, but lost her bottoms in the process. She blushed and tried to cover up, but Junko found the moment of clarity in her throbbing head to punch the silvery swordswoman square in her pussy. The otherwise nimble and deadly girl let out a high, pathetic wail and fell right into the sand after that stunning sucker punch.

While Mahiru stood up with the stolen thong in hand, Sayaka grabbed her from behind. The pop star got her arm around the redhead's neck and squeezed as hard as she could. It was no professional chokehold, but it was enough to interfere with the photographer's breathing and trapping her in place. Mahiru grunted and squirmed, but neither was experienced enough to make much headway in strangling or escaping the other girl. The photographer started to kick at Sayaka's legs, the pop star falling to the sand but still holding onto Mahiru's neck. She managed to twist the tomboy's head to one side and drive punches into her tender neck muscles. "Just die already, you stubborn bitch!" Sayaka shouted in her ear.

Mukuro threw a palm strike into Hiyoko's chin, sending the dancer tumbling off of her. The soldier grabbed Kyoko by the cheeks next and gouged her thumbs into her eyes. The silver-haired girl shrieked as she shut her eyes to prevent any real damage, but the pressure still causing a throbbing pain through her skull. Hiyoko rubbed her jaw,  weighing her options before she ran off to leave the two to fend for themselves.

"You're pathetic," Mukuro commented dryly, shifting her position to end up behind the young detective with a chokehold, pressing down on her windpipe. "I have no idea why that creepy bear wasted time bringing you here just for me to kill you so easily..."

She heard a thick crunching noise as Junko punched Peko in the face, sending the swordswoman staggering weakly over them. Mukuro rolled quickly to one side to greedily finish her kill as their own fight went by, but Kyoko felt the movement and threw herself along with it to try to escape. They both felt the ground give way, emitting a sudden cry as they tumbled into the pit trap and landed with a dense, fleshy thump. Kyoko gasped as she felt Mukuro's grip go limp around her, just to look down and see the surprised soldier was knocked silly from the fall, crushed between the hard bottom and Kyoko's back. Rubbing her neck, the detective glared down at her and stomped her heel down just as Mukuro looked up. It broke her nose and cracked her skull hard enough to leave her dead at the bottom of the pit as Kyoko hurried to pull herself back out and into the fight.

"Ooooh! A surprising first point for Kyoko!" chimed Monokuma. "Who could have seen that coming? And against such a dangerous opponent... this may be a real gamechanger, folks!"

Akane twisted beneath the attacking Mikan, finally bending her acrobatic body enough to reach her legs around her head and throw her off. The nurse squeaked in surprise as she was not only removed, but found herself trapped in a vice-like scissor around her throat. She gasped, starting to claw and bite at Akane's thighs to try and escape, but the toned legs gave her little purchase against the hard muscles. "Relax!" Akane hissed at her. "At least you're dying in style! There's boys that would pay good money to be in the position you're in!" The grip was tight, but Mikan was still struggling more than she'd like, so she rolled over until she was not only trapped in the scissor, but her face dunked into the very edge of the wet sand and tide to both choke and drown her.

In one of the other pits, Sonia and Celestia were torn between hurting each other and escaping their hole. Sonia had sat on Celestia's back, pulling back on her hair drills like reins. As soon as she tried to climb back out by digging her fingers into the thicker sand and soil, the gambler just grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled back down, tearing them off in the process.

"Just let me get out and then I'll help you out next!" Celestia insisted, kicking at Sonia's chest to try to use her breasts as a step stool.

"You absolutely will not! I'm getting out first!" insisted the princess, clawing at her leg and pulling back down on it. They both cringed as a sudden burst of water and sand came down on their heads, leaving them chilly and dirty. "Wha... what was that?" Sonia asked warily.

"By the way!" Monokuma called to the brawling girls who cared to listen. "Little island like this, the tide's nothing normal. It can come and go in and out almost as it pleases!" The two competing girls stared at each other, briefly considering cooperation before they just fought that much harder with each other.

Ibuki was squirming less and less under Aoi's foot
when Peko, reduced to all fours from Junko's low blows and punches, was kicked into her and knocked her off balance. "Hey! Watch it! I was about to finish this bitch off!" Aoi barked at Peko, grabbing her by the bikini top and pulling her up. The top snapped off in her grip, but Aoi shrugged and shoved her back towards the approaching, angry Junko. The pink-haired beauty threw a punch for the dazed Peko's face, but she mustered the strength to duck under it. Junko stumbled out of control towards the water, unable to turn before Peko grabbed her by the hair and bent her over backward. The panicked Junko fell right over and felt a sickening crack from her spine as it landed on Peko's knee, dislocating her back and paralyzing her on the spot.

"AHHHHH! I can't move! I can't walk!" Junko wailed, flailing her arms weakly.

"Good," Peko growled, grabbing her by the hair and throwing her the rest of the way into the ocean. The tide instantly swept her up, and Junko could only stay afloat with a broken back for so long before she vanished under, a few bubbles coming up while Peko watched her last moments before she drowned. She couldn't enjoy it for long before Hiyoko jumped onto her back, arms wrapping around her neck.

Not far off, Mikan finally fell limp between the choking and drowning, the twisted nurse dead between Akane's legs. She checked a pulse quickly, realized she didn't know how to do it very well, and decided she was dead, appreciating the irony of the usefulness of a nurse being around to check. She looked up and saw Aoi finishing her own bout, her heel pressed into Ibuki's windpipe. The mouthy rocker's eyes bulged as her claws got weaker and weaker at Aoi's ankle, but she pulled on the swimmer's leg to bite into her toes. Aoi screamed and recoiled, letting Ibuki roll up to her knees and cough as she held her throat.

Aoi moved to try to finish her again, but the rocker punched her right below the belly button. The tanned and busty girl bent over, holding her tender stomach in surprise as Ibuki leapt onto her, grabbing her by the hair and beating Aoi's skull into the sand. The beach was clean and pure, so it caused a mess more than it hurt as the sand clung to Aoi's dark hair.

"You tried to kill me, you little shit!" Ibuki ranted at her victim. Aoi coughed and kicked at her, but the bouncing of her head was making it hard to see and Ibuki's nails were leaving scratches over her cheeks. Aoi finally got her aim solid enough to grab Izumi by the chest, sneaking her fingers under the punk's top and stabbing her nails into her tit flesh. Ibuki shrieked and tried to pull away, just leaving more pinching scratches on her pale chest.

"I'll try harder this time," Aoi snarled back. Ibuki grabbed the tan girl by her bigger breasts, trying to squeeze back but starting too late to catch up. Ibuki soon tried to pull away, tears in her eyes as she swung her fists wildly at Aoi. The swimmer rose up and slammed her forehead into Ibuki's face, getting a stream of blood to run from the musician's nose. Ibuki fall on her side, sputtering and spitting out blood when she looked up again, just in time to see Aoi stand up and stomp her heel down onto her opponent's throat. Ibuki let out one wet gasp as her windpipe was crushed, twitching a few times before falling utterly limp and lifeless.

Aoi put her hands on her barely-covered hips proudly when Akane suddenly tackled her from behind. "How about a quick dip, you slutty dyke!?" she bellowed, the two splashing down into the waters. They tumbled over each other, big boobs bouncing around like crazy before the tide overcame them, ripping them away into the wildly spiraling course.

"Not agaaaain!" Aoi wailed, flailing around to try to stay afloat. She managed to latch onto Akane's top, tearing it off as she pulled herself into her opponent. "This is your fault, you big ugly cow!"

"Cow!? You're the one with the fat saggy udders here!" Akane attacked her right back, clawing at Aoi's own tanned breasts and top as they were whirled around the island's waters.

Chiaki and Toko still brawled around their pit until Toko caught Chiaki by the hair. "I think your story's gone on long enough," growled the writer, using her grip to drag the gamer girl's face across the rough dirt walls of their trap. It smeared dirt and blood across Chiaki's cheek before she managed to catch her hands on the wall almost almost a full circling of its surface. She turned and slammed her heel into Toko's side, making her release Chiaki and letting her turn all the way around to kick her in the pussy. The writer let out a howl as she fell to her knees clutching her crotch, Chiaki stepping off her face to boost off and manage to catch the edge of the pit, dragging herself back out.

For all her struggling, Mahiru was unable to get herself out of Sayaka's chokehold. The choke was poor enough that it didn't finish her as quickly as the pop star would like, giving Mahiru time to turn herself around and slam her back into the big tree. Sayaka cried out as her back and head hit the hard wood, letting go as Mahiru spun around and punched her across the face. Sayaka nearly fell over when Mahiru caught her by one of her breasts, digging her nails painfully into the soft skin and holding her up as the bikini top fell apart in her grip. The tomboy reporter gripped the top in her angry fist as she started to throw punches rapidly into Mahiru's face, rapidly bruising and bloodying the pop star's pretty features with her knuckles.

"Still think you're hot shit, you little slut!? Let's see how many boys want your pretty little corpse!" Mahiru ranted, caught up in her vengeful bloodlust. She didn't expect Kyoko to pop up from the nearby pit and grab her ankle, pulling the reporter girl back a foot or so from her victim. Mahiru reacted quickly, turning on one foot to kick the young detective in the jaw and send her flopping back into her pit trap. She looked back up to find Sayaka waiting for her with a broken-off branch, smashing the redhead across the face. Mahiru fell to her knee, but rolled aside from a second swing of the flimsy club.

Mahiru yanked the simple weapon out of Sayaka's hand and rammed it up between her legs, getting a shriek of pain from her as she clutched her pussy. The pop star awkwardly waddled off, trying to bolt around the tree to escape her wrath and regroup for an attack of her own. Seeing no better chance, Mahiru dropped the stick and removed her own bikini top, trying it together with Sayaka's. When the pop star vanished behind the tree, Mahiru quickly looped the tied together tops around the tree and pulled back hard. While neither of them knew much about strangleholds, Mahiru didn't need to be the ultimate soldier to know how to choke her to death with the wire-like top. Sayaka's head hit the tree, stunning her as she made a few helpless gasping noises from the top gouging into her throat. If anyone noticed the pop star choking to death against the tree, no one stopped it until her lifeless body sagged and pulled down on the makeshift rope.

"We're down to ten, ladies! Love that moxy! Love that bloodlust!" Monokuma chimed. "Who's going to be the one to make it off the island of death?!"

Aoi and Akane were a frantically splashing mess out in the waters, trying to stay up while also trying to push the other down. Aoi dunked Akane under the whipping waters, driving a knee into her face. The water slowed the blow down enough that it didn't knock her out, so Akane pulled down on the ultimate swimmer's leg to bring her under with her. Akane pinched and pulled on her nipples, pulling up to stretch the tan girl's big tits out painfully. Her scream only escaped as a dulled ringing and a burst of bubbles. Akane poked her head back above water for a quick gasp of air, dragging Aoi by the boobs with her. The thrashing swimmer finally burst through the surface for air, Akane punching her in the nose as she did.

"Should have stayed down and saved yourself the trouble!" Akane barked at her.

"YOU should have kept your head under so we don't have to see your ugly face!" Aoi shouted back. She twisted her body to use her swimming expertise to her advantage, moving with the wild tide and repositioning herself for a spin kick to Akane's head. The gymnast stumbled and dipped into the water briefly, but she reached back up and grabbed Aoi by the foot. Akane popped back up to the surface, grabbing both of Aoi's legs in the process. Akane pulled up sharply, flipping the tanned and busty swimmer upside down into the water. Her feet kicked and pulled against Akane's grip, but she just shoved Aoi deeper into the water. With her finally low enough, Akane even started driving her heel into the curvy athlete's crotch. The bubbles of her screams popped up among the foam and froth of the rapids, but she couldn't manage to overturn Akane's drowning hold on her. When Akane was finally tossed back onto the shore (which was notably higher than it was a few minutes ago), it was next to the soggy corpse of Aoi.


The tide was bringing the water and sand into some of the closer pits by now, and Celestia and Sonia were inside one of those holes. Neither was able to make the short climb out with the other clawing and pulling on them, so they both shrieked at the first wave of sea water came down on their heads.

"You fucked us!" Celestia hissed at her. "You screwed this up by holding me back!"

"You're the one who chased me in here, you idiot!" Sonia snapped back, stomping her royal foot on the sand and creating a splash as it hit the slowly rising water. She slapped Celestia across the face and tried to hop up to climb again, the but muddy walls were even harder to grip now.

"If I can't get out, I'm sure as hell not letting you go," Celestia insisted, grabbing Sonia in a bearhug from behind. The princess shrieked and started to claw at her arms and kicked at her legs in a panic.

"You stupid... you'll drown us both!" she barked at the gambling girl. When she still didn't let go, the dainty blonde twisted and smashed her elbow into the braided girl's jaw. Celestia let out a thick grunting noise, holding her face as she let go to nurse her bitten tongue and split lip. Sonia wasted no time in turning around, the water up to their knees as she grabbed the brunette by the throat and pushed her by it into the walls of their trap. Celestia gagged and squirmed, clawing at Sonia's wrists. She tried to kick at her, but the growing water took away most of her momentum. All it did was scrape her toenails across Sonia's legs, and the princess with her death glare and grit teeth made her immune to any such puny attacks. Even Sonia's fists beating on her arms didn't do anything to deter the enraged princess from choking the life out of her foe in order to survive.

The pit finally filled up, allowing the tide to move beyond it. Sonia came floating out of it, paddling onto the shrinking main island as she let go of the makeshift raft that was Celestia's floating corpse.

Hiyoko was still struggling to get a good grip on Peko, the silver-haired girl turning and thrashing to keep the dancer barely hanging onto her back. When she slowed for a moment, Chiaki suddenly jumped on Hiyoko's back. While it distracted Peko's attacker, it also doubled the weight she had on her back. Peko could only stagger a few more steps before she collapsed beneath her two opponents, becoming an unwilling human battlefield for the two clawing and fighting girls.

Hiyoko scratched across Koyoko's Chiaki's breast, leaving several bright red claw marks and tearing her top off with it. The fresh wounds stung from all the sand and salt water around them. Chiaki punched her in the stomach, but the dancer still pounced at her to try to tackle her to the ground. Chiaki held her ground by digging her knees into the sand (or rather, one into the sand and one into Peko's stomach). When Hiyoko looked back up at her, the gamer girl punched her in the face to send her stumbling flat onto her back. Unfortunately for the pinned Peko, this put the dancing girl's butt right into her face; not enough to smother her out, but enough to humiliate the swordswoman. Chiaki hopped onto her downed opponent, grabbing Hiyoko's wrists and pinning them to the sand.

Hiyoko growled and squirmed, but she was effectively sandwiched between the two other fighters. "So what?! You let go of me for a second and I will end you, geek!" Hiyoko threatened, spraying spittle from her mouth. "How are you planning to finish me without your hands?!"

Chiaki glared back at her for a moment before she lunged forward, opening her mouth wide and biting into Hiyoko's throat. She clamped down but didn't pull, not confident that she'd have the jaw strength to rip her throat right out. She was, however, sure that she could bite down on Hiyoko's windpipe long and hard enough to strangle her with her mouth. The dancer tried to scream and pull free, but she was stuck in place by Chiaki's hands and body, and the scream was blocked by her grinding teeth. She gasped and wheezed pathetically, clawing at the sand for any way to drag herself to freedom and safety, staring wide-eyed at the savagely attacking Chiaki. The gamer just dug her nails into Hiyoko's tits for a better grip, keeping her pinned like a she-wolf in place until the life left her eyes and she couldn't feel a heartbeat any longer.

Chiaki lifted her head back up, drooling from her extended bite as she breathed heavily, looking with a twisted pride at her kill... just before Peko shove Hiyoko's body off of her and punched the gamer in the face.

With Sayaka dead on the other side of the tree, Mahiru turned to look with concern at the water. There were fewer girls, which was taking up less space, but the rising tide was moving it closer to them as it ate up the sand.

"Watch where you're looking!" Kyoko barked, right as she tackled into Mahiru's side. The redhead went down with a pain jolting through her ribs, the detective pounding her fists wildly onto her downed opponent. Mahiru tried to roll one way, then the other, with the second attempt thumping Kyoko's head against the tree. Mahiru tried to rise up to her feet and stomp her, but the pain in her ribs made her wince just by getting to her knees. She needed a minute to regain her breath and focus on ignoring the pain, but there wasn't any way she'd get past Kyoko long enough without just attracting the other girls. She saw the only way away from them... was up. She reached up and caught a branch, deciding the ache of climbing was going to be better than continuing to fight the other survivors.

"Hey! You're not getting away that easy," growled the dizzied Kyoko, grabbing another branch just below Mahiru and giving chase.


Sonia came rushing across the sand, looking to ambush Chiaki and Peko when she suddenly jerked to a stop and fell on her butt. Toko had managed to poke her upper half out of her pit trap, grabbing Sonia by the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"Ahh! Let go, you perv!" she cried, wriggling and trying to break free without properly losing her bottoms, even if her ass was already sticking well out of it. She looked up to realize that Akane had noticed their struggle and charged right for them. Sonia squeaked and make a split-second decision to bail on the situation, diving for cover and avoiding Akane's kick. It did end up with Sonia stepping around out of her hanging bottoms, the princess' bare ass sticking up in the air while Akane was left to kick Toko in the head by mistake (not that Akane objected at all).

Toko landed back at the bottom of her pit, the sea water rushing in more rapidly as the tide rose even higher. "Hey! Get me out of here!" she barked, but the girls naturally ignored her angry demands.

Akane smirked down at her before looking over to the waves, noticing that they were eating up more and more of the island now. She looked up to see Kyoko and Mahiru climbing the tree and took a page from their book. "Later, bitch," she laughed, stomping on the edge of the pit trap. A large clump of the wet sand fell down onto Toko, making her sputter as she was half-buried in the soggy substance. She clawed to try to drag herself out, hoping she could still make it out in time to get her payback. She saw Sonia peek over the edge of the pit, waving her hand and about to shout at her to help her... just to realize she was still waving around the princess' bikini bottoms. Sonia gave another few stomps at the edge of the pit, dumping even more sand over Toko until it covered her face. Her hands grabbed and clawed above the surface for a few seconds until some dry, sputtering coughs came muffled from inside and her hands fell limp, smothered out by the sand.

Peko bashed Chiaki in the face again, knocking her clean off of her own body. The swordswoman tried to charge her, but the downed Chiaki grabbed a handful of sand (even though she would have preferred a rock) and threw it into Peko's face. The pigtailed fighter cried out, her eyes watering from the faceful of salty sand, but Chiaki decided to leave the water to deal with her while she started up the tree.

Peko lost track of Chiaki as she vanished up the tree, but she caught the moving blur of Sonia as she tried to reach it as well. Peko grabbed for her, just to catch her by the back of her swimsuit. "Not agaiiin!" the princess moaned, managing to kick Peko in the stomach and break free. This too cost her the bikini top, allowing her to scramble naked up the tree behind the rest of the girls. Peko was left stumbling back, holding half a swimsuit as she fell back into the water. The whirling waters tossed her around, with Peko barely able to stay above the water at times. The water's edge soon reached the tree itself, with Peko diving to try to catch a branch... just for the tide to whip her to one side and smash her skull against the base of the hard trunk. Peko gave a soft gasp before falling limp, unable to keep herself afloat as the water swallowed her up.

Mahiru kept a slight head start on the rest of them, kicking at branches and Kyoko's fingers to slow them down. "Quite the view up here!" boasted an obnoxious voice above her. She glared up at Monokuma, who sat with his legs crossed at the highest branch of the tree. He'd hurried up there some time ago when the tide started coming in, acting as if he'd been waiting patiently for them.

"Shut up, you stupid... thing!" Mahiru snapped at him, stomping a branch off the tree to pelt Kyoko with bark and twigs. Some got into Kyoko's eyes as she shrieked and lost her grip, falling down into the next-highest girl. Her weight slammed right into Chiaki, the two of them smashing through some of the thinner branches and bouncing painfully off the thicker ones before they splashed into the water. The two struggled briefly, clawing at each other to try to boost their way back up the tree. They were too busy fighting each other to make any real headway, and the whirlpool growing around the tree tossed them in opposite directions. The screaming, cursing fighters made a few forced laps around the island's last landmark before they smashed into each other, bare breasts crushed together before they both grabbed onto the other, trying to float but too weak to keep from sinking into the depths.

Akane found herself in a tight spot, or one slightly worse than she one she'd been in for the last half hour or so. She was caught with Mahiru above her, kicking and stomping at her face and tits as she tried to climb and escape the rising tide. Sonia was right below her, catching up to her slow ascent and grabbing at her legs and hips for balance. With fewer branches the higher up they got, Akane found herself with Sonia digging her nails into her butt as a handhold.

Akane finally got high enough to grab for Mahiru. The redhead pulled her leg back, avoiding being snatched herself, but Akane's real target was the branch she was standing on. She pulled down hard on it, and Mahiru heard a heart-stopping crunch as her only foothold vanished. She screamed as she fell from the peak of the tree, grabbing for branches but going too fast to stop. She caught Sonia by her foot to stop herself, almost tugging the princess right off with her. Mahiru pulled herself up beside her, biting into Sonia's foot like it was just another handhold. Sonia shrieked and stomped on her head, all while trying to avoid Akane's own kicking foot. Mahiru managed to drag herself up, diving with a murderous look in her eye. Sonia managed to grab another branch and swing herself over there instead, leaving Mahiru's own lunge to send her tumbling off the tree. The branches scratched and hammered her on the way down, bruising her up before she crashed into a thick enough branch to catch herself, winded and far below the others, but still in the fight.

Akane reached a point in the tree where she had some space to move, but Sonia became level with her a few feet off. Akane kicked Sonia in the breasts, getting a grunt from  the pretty blonde. Sonia hooked her arm on another branch to steady herself and swung a kick up into Akane's naked crotch, her own bottoms torn away by various clawing, branches and strong tides.

"Get off! Just die!" Sonia screamed at her as Akane tried to protect herself. When Sonia just leaned in and clawed at her, the tanned gymnast saw no reason left to defend and punched the princess in the belly.

"Go to hell with the rest of those dirty skanks!" Akane snarled. She scratched Sonia across the face, leaving bloody streaks with her nails. Sonia just grabbed the trunk of the tree and kicked into Akane's legs, sending her off balance and tumbling off of her branch. Sonia grinned with pride at her clever strike, but Akane finally had a place to use her gymnastics. She caught a branch right below her, using it to spin back up. Rather than sitting back on her branch, she used the momentum to do a spinning kick right into Sonia's pussy.

The blonde gasped and clutched her crotch, crossing her legs in a way that happened to hang on tight to her branch. Akane climbed onto the same limb as her, punching Sonia in the face while the princess slapped back at her. The jiggling gymnast went blow for blow with her a while the two aching, angry, and terrified girls throwing everything they had at each other. Sonia eventually dove in to sink her teeth into Akane's tit, grinding the soft flesh in her jaws. The tanned girl screeched in pain, trying to pull back while beating her fists on the teary-eyed Sonia's head.

"Let go, you royal cunt!" Akane demanded, but the princess was locked on like a pit bull. Akane reached down to dig her nails into her open pussy lips, scratching at her twat as Sonia moved her hand between her legs to match her. It was becoming clear they were at a bitter stalemate, and it would be whoever got lucky first. Akane was in better shape in terms of her fitness, but she had been fighting and swimming much more than Sonia was, the princess secluded in a smaller brawl inside her pit trap for most of the fight.

"Spoiled little shit!" Akane growled as she dug her thumbnail into Sonia's clit.

"Cow-titted cunt!" Sonia howled back, even the petite girl's face twisted in pain and fury. Akane tried to shove her off of her breast, almost surprised when it worked. Sonia slid back, the branch leaving some splinters in her thighs that she had to ignore for now. Her back hit the trunk of the tree, stinging her spine but she used it to brace herself for her next attack. Akane tried to pounce on her to throw her off once again, but Sonia kicked out with both feet at once.

Akane grunted, falling back but lunging over to grab Sonia in a bearhug. Sonia freed a hand to shove and claw at the gymnast's face, but their combined weight proved to be too much for the branch they were using as balance. It cracked loudly and dumped them down, crashing through what few branches remained on the tree. They were too busy trying to end the other before they landed to grab onto anything, and even when one snagged a branch, they were just pulled down by the other fighter's weight.

They only stopped when something caught Akane by the hair, only to realize it was Mahiru. She clearly struggled to hold up the two girls by a fistful of hair, but she wanted to see them suffer before they got their bitter end. "I told you I'd be the only one left," she hissed at them, the two girls desperately grabbing for the branch that the freckled girl hugged onto. The awkward angle made it too hard to reach, but Sonia was able to reach Mahiru's arm. She grabbed on and dug her nails into her forearm, getting a scream from her. Mahiru tried to recoil, but Akane caught her other arm and pulled. The two were determined to bring her down with them, more concerned with killing her than genuinely winning the fight.

The three remaining girls fell screaming the rest of the way into the water. Their hands grabbed and left a few desperate scratches over the tree's bark, but the violently whipping seawater saw that they gagged and drowned, sinking under its fierce tide.

Monokuma peeked curiously from his perch at the top of the tree. "Hmm. I didn't see that coming. So eager to kill that they forgot to save themselves, I suppose. Ah well. More leg room for me on the helicopter."

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Game of Thrones catfight: Daenerys vs Ziggi

 a semi-canon catfight from the Game of Thrones/Song of Fire and Ice world. Most of it's explained, since I didn't know anything about the series myself when I started the project. It should be a long string of stories by the talk from the requester, so may be seeing a lot of these around. Also heads up for blood and death tags on this one.


Daenerys Targaryen was in a strange point in her life. She couldn't think of any of her years that were easy, but here she was practically sold to barbarians to be the bride of their leader. Passed to him like a coin to buy his loyalty to her family.


The Dothraki Horselord Khal Drogo was not what you would call an ideal husband, to the point where she would barely call him a husband at all. He protected her like he would a prized possession, and used her in the same way. He treated her roughly, particularly when he was was craving sex. There was certainly no one in the Dothrakis that would stop him, and he certainly didn't mind some struggle from the smaller foreign woman. The first few nights spent in his tent had been miserable. One more tragedy to top off her life, she supposed.

Fortunately, she had some small solace in her handmaiden Doreah. She had been a gift for their loveless wedding, and the helpful attendant had been far more gentle with her than her husband. She had, in fact, been specifically chosen for that purpose. Doreah was far more experienced with men than Daenerys, and when they were alone together, she would teach her the ways of lovemaking. The silver-haired wife was quick to pick up on her methods after sharing many an orgasmic "training sessions" with her.

Daenerys' bonding with Doreah had become her saving grace. It was hard to consider the earliest nights with Drogo anything but rape, but she had shown her own talents for the act that had caught his attention. She had some degree of control now, tempting her husband with new positions and tempting words and glances. They made him slow and allow Daenerys some direction of the act. He was by no means a gentle lover, but the rape felt more like simply rough sex now. She had even orgasmed with him, one of the last things she imagined sharing with the man she was forced to bear.

For all of Daenerys' affection for Doreah, it was another handmaiden that was still spoiling her improving mood. Ziggi her other aid and a former... partner of Drogo's. Daenerys was, despite all her expectations, starting to grow attached to Drogo, and the servant girl seemed to smile a bit too knowingly at her husband and her touches lingered too long for her liking. Daenerys made it a point to keep Ziggi busy with one task or another to keep her away from her husband. The fact was that in the dark and twisted way her life went, Drogo was one of the best things to happen to her. So she kept sending Ziggi out for food or drink or whatever chore she could think of at the moment.

Ziggi did not fail to notice the unspoken feud between them. They were alone the night that things escalated too far. Daenerys was in her horse skin tent, fairly well furnished for such a primitive structure. Ziggi was at the fire near the entrance of the tent, boiling water for her Daenerys' supper. The servant's long dark hair hung over her sun-browned shoulders, veiling the pretty face that had tempted her husband.

Daenerys watched her work with a scowl, soaking in a much-needed bath at the one side of the tent. She finally tossed a small piece of dried fruit at Ziggi, the first genuine shot fired in their rivalry. "What's keeping you?" she demanded with a sneer on her face. "You should have had it ready twice as fast as this."

Ziggi snapped her head up to glare as her, briskly fixing her hair where the fruit had bounced off. "I'm only going as fast as the fire," she hissed. She had, perhaps, been dragging her feet in the preparation just to get back at the obnoxious foreigner. It felt obvious to her that their traded queen was weak and unfit for the Dothraki, and especially for Drogo. "Perhaps you would do better making it yourself, my witch queen?"

"What did you call me?" Daenerys demanded. Her position alongside Drogo had given her some much-needed confidence, and she sat up to glare at her envied servant.

"I called you what you are!" Ziggi insisted as she stood up aggressively. "A milk-blooded witch that the Great Khal keeps as a pathetic pet to fuck when he's bored."

Daenerys’ cheeks flushed with outrage before she mustered a twisted grin. "Is that jealousy I hear for your Khaleesi? What insufferable things did you do in his bed that made Drogo repulsed enough to wed an outsider?"

Ziggi snapped as she grabbed the stewpot off the fire. It had just come to a boil, but she stormed at Daenerys and dumped the pot over her head. The silver-haired Khaleesi shrieked and jumped as it splashed over her skin, the minimal clothing of the Dothraki doing almost nothing to stop the scalding water. If she were so furious herself, Ziggi may have noted that there wasn't so much as a blemish on Daenerys' skin from the boiling water.

"You ungrateful, stupid horse-fucker!" Daenerys seethed all the same. She climbed out of the tub, not caring about her shame or the cool afternoon air on her skin so much as her fury. The naked and furious Daenerys grabbed her disobedient handmaiden by the hair and punched her in the face before she could figure out what to expect. The silver-haired woman was no warrior by trade or experience, but the blow still left her target reeling. Daenerys looked to her fist with a brief smile of pride, but Ziggi did not see the matter as settled. She snarled savagely and threw herself into Daenerys, bringing them both to the ground as they rolled and shoved their way around the tent.

Ziggi ended up on top of their tumbling mass, grabbing and pulling upward on Daenerys' curled hair. The queen screamed in pain as each of the long strands pulled at her scalp, scratching and grabbing at Ziggi to try forcing her to relent. She tore off a piece of the handmaiden's top, baring one of her breasts and leaving some scratches down her darker skin. Ziggi growled in pain through grit teeth before she punched her queen in the face, avenging the first blow of their fight. Daenerys reel from the punch, raising a hand to shield her face. Ziggi just kept her grip on her handful of silver hair and used it to slam her mistress' head into the dirt over and over.

Daenerys suffered through several of the harsh landings before slapping Ziggi across the face with all her might. The servant girl fell off of her, tearing a few strands of hair out with her. Daenerys didn't spare herself the time to cope with her spinning head and stinging scalp. Instead she forced herself to stumble after the rebellious servant and grabbed her top, tearing it off in one hard yank that hurled it out of the tent. The naked queen followed through on her rampage and grabbed Ziggi by her breasts, dragging her fingernails across her tan and vulnerable skin.

"You fucking milk cow!" Ziggi shrieked, her eyes watering from the jarring pain that ran through her chest. She kicked at Daenerys' legs and scratched at her wrists as the women's eyes locked, sharing their hateful, outraged glares. Ziggi spit in Daenerys' face, turning her queen's expression of hate into disgust as it ran down her nose and into her mouth. It proved enough of a distraction for the servant to shove Daenerys off and crashing her back into the tub she'd been bathing in.

Ziggi rose to her feet and kicked Daenerys hard in the stomach, knocking the breath out of the silver-haired royal's lips with a single graceless grunt. The barbaric servant followed with a knee to one of Daenerys' breasts, getting another choked cry of pain from her mistress. Ziggi grabbed the edge of the tub for leverage as she drew back another knee, intent on repeating the move on the opposite breast. Daenerys surprised her by grabbing Ziggi's other hip and lifting it up over her shoulder, flipping the servant out of the last of her clothes as well as sending her splashing into the tub.

Ziggi rose back above the used bathwater, still sputtering and wiping her eyes when Daenerys sent a hooking fist into the edge of her servant's breast. She grunted hard as the knuckles dug into both her ribs and the tender muscles behind her scratched up chest. "You savage, man-stealing cunt," Daenerys fumed as she grabbed her handmaiden roughly by the hair. "I'll teach you your fucking place!" She shoved Ziggi's face under the water, bending her over double as if expecting to keep her under there until she was out of air.

Ziggi grabbed and pushed at the edges of the tub, but couldn't overpower her mistress for more than a moment, just enough to suck up more air before she was shoved back under. She changed tactics at last by thrusting her elbow backward, connecting with Daenerys' chin and making her teeth crack together. Daenerys reeled and held her jaw as Ziggi burst up from the water, pouncing on her recklessly enough to knock the entire tub over in the process. The two women landed in the resulting mud, Ziggi on top of her mistress as she leaned in to savagely bite into her rival's flesh. Her teeth dug in somewhere between Daenerys' breast and neck, making it unclear which she was aiming for when she dove in, but she locked on like a dog either way. Daenerys' scream went from pain to outrage as she brought her hands around Ziggi's head, squeezing her temples while she jammed her thumb nails at her eyes. Ziggi shook her head, too busy dodging the gouging attack to really do much damage to Daenerys' body when the voice boomed through the tent.

"Stop it, the both of you!" Drogo grabbed both women by the arm and lifted them to their feet, holding them apart from each other.

"She struck first!" Ziggi accused, struggling uselessly against the bigger male Dothraki.

"You lie!" Daenerys snapped. "What do you call the pot you-?"

"I don't care!" Drogo cut in again. Both women fell silent, but glared at each other to make it clear they wanted to argue further. Drogo looked between them, picking up on the lingering hostility between the two stubborn women. "I've enough to deal with without you two squabbling." He shoved the two of them towards the front of the tent. "You'll fight to the death and be done with it."

Drogo and every available Dothraki were soon gathered around the two women. The sun was low on the open valley, not quite ready to set without witnessing the fight to come. Ziggi and Daenerys were still nude from their prior struggle, their dark and silver pubic mounds on display as Drogo plainly laying out the rules for his lovers. The fight would be to the death, but there would be no weapons and no attacks to the face. Whoever was going to survive would remain his lover, so he did not want the winner's lovely face to be terribly ruined. If this was how their disputes were settled, Daenerys could imagine pretty clearly what happened if you broke the rules. Drogo wasn't much for creativity, even in his violence.

"At least you can die like a Dothraki, you imposter witch!" Ziggi spat at Daenerys. The servant was slightly bigger than her mistress, but the different wasn't insurmountable. Daenerys had been through beatings and suffering the likes of which she had never imagined, and this would be more of the same. She wasn't about to lose the one decent thing to happen to her in such a long time.

"I won't let you have him, you uppity whore," Daenerys called back. She had been expecting some signal to start, her arms down but ready at her side. Ziggi simply gave a cry like a feral scream and charged straight for her opponent, requiring no such cue to tell her when to fight. Ziggi's sudden charge let her grab Daenerys by her arms and drive a knee into her mistress' stomach. Daenerys grunted as the wind was knocked out of her and Ziggi threw her down to the ground with a quick but rough motion of her hips and arms. As Daenerys landed, her pale and naked skin met the dry grass like a hundred brittle little daggers. Ziggi's relentless attack continued as she landed bodily on top of the silver-haired royal, making it that much harder to regain her breath.

"A milk-blooded weakling in the end," Ziggi snarled through a twisted grin. She palmed Daenerys' breasts and squeezed roughly, her fingernails scraping over the pale skin as she started to thrust her hips against her rival's. She wanted the entitled foreigner to suffer through her hopeless fight, and the pressure of her groin not only helped hold her down, but dragged her dark pubic hair and full, feminine labia dominantly over hers.

Daenerys winced from the breast claw, but gasped as she felt her opponent's sensual pin. It was startling and a disgusting sort of erotic (one did get rather used to rough sex after spending so much time with Drogo), but she was mostly surprised by how... plain it was. Doreah had taught her over a dozen positions, but this handmaiden approached her head on and with such a simple pace to her grinding. From what little she'd picked up about Dothraki sex, it was rough, but predictable. She had an edge!

Daenerys thrust an elbow at the inside of Ziggi's arm, knocking one of her hands from her breasts. It bore a few shallow but stinging red scratches already, even if the vicious handmaiden was practically toying with her so far. Daenerys' hands went to Ziggi's breast, squeezing them at a better angle to attack the flesh and muscle of brunette servant's tits. It wasn't exactly how Doreah had shown her how to use it, but it did the job as Ziggi gave a startled gasp of her own when her jaw dropped open. Doreah pushed things even further when she hooked her thumbs to drag their nails like little knives over Ziggi's areolas before letting them scale slowly up her hard nipples.

Ziggi clearly hesitated as some of the crowd of Dothraki started to cheer and shout at the sexualized duel. When Ziggi tried to pull back for a harder thrust, Daenerys caught her in her trap. She swung her legs up around the brunette's hips and rolled with her, ending up on top in a trick similar to the one she'd used to surprise Drogo several nights ago. Ziggi rolled sharply to one side, but Daenerys rolled with it using her shoulder to end up on top once again.

“All that talk out of you and you still can’t fuck worth a damn,” Daenerys taunted. Ziggi’s reply was to grab the silvery hair bobbing in front of her and pulling down on it. The royal fighter winced at the pain, but had withstood similar from her sex with Drogo. What was new to her was when Ziggi brought it down alongside her own hair, tangling the brown with the silver in a few quick but effective knots. Ziggi then shoved Daenerys back by her pale chest, shocking her when their hair pulled and tore at each other as soon as they were more than a few inches away. While Daenerys shrieked from the pain, Ziggi only growled as her strategy paid off. It was a common custom in duels between women of the Dothraki, but the outsider wouldn’t be familiar with their traditions and tactics. Dothraki won by offense, not defending. While Daenerys was busy trying to recoil from the pain, Ziggi embraced and ignored it to press her own attack.

Ziggi slammed her body into Daenerys’, sending the paler woman tumbling until she felt a thick splash against her back.The wet chill went down Daenerys’ spine as she faintly realized that it had rained the night before, and there still some patches of mud left on the ground. It marked her pale skin with its messy flecks of brown, startling her off course from her sensual but successful attack. Ziggi leaned into her opponent, palming her chest and mashing her further into the muddy ground.

“The mud will make it easier to bury your milk-ridden corpse,” Ziggi gloated. She punched her former mistress in the stomach several times, turning the battle more in her favor. Not only was it due to the damage being dished out, but she was a trained fighter from a violent clan of warriors. Daenerys still shoved and scratched at her attacker, but she was far less experienced in combat. The suffering she had endured was far more one-sided. She finally fit her hand between their muddy and sweaty bodies, tearing at Ziggi’s pubic hair. The Dothraki screeched in pain, but even that didn’t deter her. Daenerys needed a moment to catch her breath after that beating, but the pain only drove the furious savage on like a spurred horse. The silver-haired combatant saw that she would have to do the same, committing to her own assault and slamming her free hand into Ziggi’s breast.

Ziggi gave an almost feral howl as Daenerys dragged her claws over the Dothraki’s teat. The dull and dirty nails left crimson trails in their wake, and she could faintly feel Dothraki blood trickle onto her skin. Ziggi shifted her weight, causing another shock of pain through the women’s scalps before she drove her knee in between Daenerys’ legs. Their close proximity didn’t give it much momentum, but she started to grind the hard joint into her opponent’s privates until Daenerys’ screams raised in pitch to match her own.

“You won’t have him!” Daenerys shouted in fury, but there was a quiver to her voice as the pain went through her loins and up into her belly.

“You’re not worthy of the Great Khal” Ziggi snarled back at her, gritting her teeth as the blood on her breast made Daenerys’ breast slip out from her grip. “You cannot bleed for him if you’re veins run white with milk!” Ziggi raised her fist, Daenerys raising her hands to protect her face before she remembered the rule of their battle too late. Ziggi’s knuckles instead slammed into Daenerys’ breast, crushing the soft flesh into her rubs. The royal fighter howled in pain, managing to force herself through the surge of agony and drive her knee into Ziggi’s side. The Dothraki hardly faltered from the blow and drove a headbutt down into the royal’s face. The brutish move caused blood to spring from Daenerys’ face as she fell onto her back. She saw spots flashing before her eyes as Ziggi adjusted her grip, planting her thumbs over her areolas and then pressing them down like tentpoles into her yielding flesh.

Daenerys was too stunned to even scream right away, but her brain and mouth caught up just a moment later. It was her turn to bleed as Ziggi drove her strong fingers down as if she expected to punch right through her nipples and into her heart.

“So there is blood in there after all! The milk must be deeper down!” Ziggi crowed, taunting her foe and gaining some laughter from her attending people. The shame struck Daenerys, but it was far from her primary concern at the moment. Daenerys thought fast and hurled a handful of mud into the barbarian’s face, getting her to spit and wipe at her eyes instead of attack.

Daenerys fought the urge to try to escape the fight and instead drove several punches into Ziggi’s kidneys. It drew several pained grunts from the savage woman, but Ziggi responded by slashing at her like a feral cat. Daenerys threw her fists and palms at her attacker, her attacks connecting but seeming futile. She couldn’t hit as hard as the barbarian seemed to, and Ziggi had been on top of her for almost the entire second half of their fight so far. Trying to attack head on was one thing, but she was almost literally fighting an uphill battle. Her eyes watered as she felt Ziggi’s savage clawing sting over and over, and the skin that wasn’t being cut open felt the unsettling coolness of blood running down her sides. She managed to fall back on an old tactic when she caught one of Ziggi’s arms, barely halting it from its course and biting into the blood-stained hand. So long as she was fighting for her life against a savage, there wasn’t any room for reservations or honor.

Ziggi shrieked and finally recoiled out of instinct, letting Daenerys push her hard. It took all of her strength and made her body ache, but Ziggi landed beside her rather than crushing the air out of her. She was still bleeding and exhausted, and the blood on Ziggi’s breasts and hand hardly seemed to be slowing her down. The barbarian bashed her fist on one of Daenerys’ tits, briefly mashing it out of shape as the fresh blood sprang from her chest. The silver-haired royal let out a choking noise, all the ache and weariness in her body making her feel like she was going to be sick. Any worry of that was put away when Ziggi grabbed Daenerys by the throat, preventing any vomit or air from going in or out.

“As weakling to the end, you foreign whore.” Daenerys could only sputter and gag, even as Ziggi spat bitterly on her face. “I will keep your man’s bed warm for you,” she promised as Daenerys succumbed to the strangling and blacked out.


As her vision fogged over, Daenerys could make out several shapes. They were not the gathered mob of Dothraki, but 17 figures of regal look and posture. They each wore crowns of ghostly white flame, and around them, more vague figures of fog and shade shifted and slunk in and out of sight. The burning royals stepped up to her, even more clearly kingly figures as they surrounded her on every side. "What is your name, girl?" one of them demanded in a low and distant tone.

"What are you?" Daenerys asked in return. They didn't seem to notice.

"What is your name?" asked another of the burning kings.

"I am Daenerys," she replied, but a third asked again.

"What is your name?"

She answered them again in her full name this time. "Daenerys Targaryen." She received the same wistful query from them. She snapped her response again, more impatient this time. She was on edge from the fight, and wasn't sure where she was. She clenched her fists in frustration, and by the sixth time she was shouting her name at them. When the asked yet again, she grew fed up. They wanted a name, did they?
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, Stormborn, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Blood of Old Valyria and Blood of Dragons."

The spectres stopped asking. This time, the kings began to laugh. The flames spread from their crowns, turning them to ash, even as they laughed on. Several of them began to whisper among the wild laughter. "Blood of the dragon. Blood of the dragon." The repetitive visions continued to burn away, but the fires remained where there bodies were turning to cinders. The flames started to burn white hot and suddenly poured over Daenerys.

The fire the destroyed their ghastly bodies felt comforting and warm to her. It felt purifying rather the harmful. Invigorating rather than destructive. Powerful rather than dangerous. “Dragons,” one last, wispy voice advised her. “Bow to no one.”


Daenerys’ eyes flared open. Ziggi was surprised to find her not only alive but with a new fire behind her intense stare. Daenerys reached between Ziggi’s legs, but rather than grab her privates as the Dothraki braced for, the royal fighter jabbed her nails into Ziggi’s inner thigh and rose up from the mud. Daenerys lifted her handmaiden completely off the ground, her teeth bared as she gouged several fresh cuts into the formerly dominant fighter’s leg. Ziggi thrashed enough to put her off-balance, but the silver-haired berserker was already throwing her back into the mud in a crude but vicious body slam.

Ziggi landed in the mud hard enough to rattle her entire body. The muck splashed from the impact and the sudden burst of movement tore a chunk of their entangled hair out of Daenerys’ silver mane. Neither phased the revitalized royal, who let out a wordless scream of fury down at the startled Ziggi. The handmaiden quickly steeled her gaze, tackling into Daenerys’ knees. She staggered a half pace, but drove her knee into Ziggi’s breast. It knocked the wind out of her before Daenerys wound up her leg and kicked her toes right into the stunned barbarian’s pussy.

Ziggi let out a thick choking noise as she protectively held her crotch. The Dothraki grabbed Daenerys by her silver pubic hair, tearing down on it to try to halt the furious royal. Daenerys screamed savagely from the pain, but it only seemed to make her drive her knee harder into Ziggi's ribs. Neither relented on their attack until the force of Daenerys' incoming leg sent Ziggi tumbling to her side in the mud. Her grabbing claws tore out several of Daenerys' pubic hairs that had served as flimsy handholds. She landed awkwardly, rubbing her ribs as she tried to rise again.

Daenerys was right on top of her. She ignored the burning pinpricks of her torn out bush, the bleeding wounds over her body, and the fresh scratches around her mound. The dream hadn't healed her, that was for sure, but whatever it was had sparked something in her: outrage. All the awful things that had happened to her, all of her idle fury, all of her bitterness towards living in a world that had mistreated her at every turn. They poured out of her in one single-minded burst of rage that carried her on through one thought alone: the death of the servant girl to had threatened to take the last good thing in her life. The warrior woman threw a punch into Daenerys' belly, but she hardly grunted before she punched one of Ziggi's breasts. The pinned woman pulled down on Daenerys' entangled hair like reins, but the pale royal brought her knee up into Ziggi's groin and ground into there as if trying to reduce her pubic bone to powder. Ziggi gouged her thumb into one of Daenerys' deeper wounds, causing fresh pain and drawing fresh blood from it. Daenerys screamed from that one, but she drove her head forward to bite into Ziggi's tits and squeeze until she tasted blood running past her clenched teeth.

Ziggi howled like a wounded animal, thrashing and beating her fists against Daenerys to try to escape her crushing pin. She managed to lean to one side to even them out, but Daenerys clearly refused to allow it and rolled her onto her back again, teeth still clamped and tearing at her breast.

Ziggi grabbed her mistress by the hair, finally dragging Daenerys' mouth away from her breast. Her lips and teeth were painted with her blood, which splattered over Ziggi's wounded body as she breathed heavily through her mouth. Ziggi held her head back and grabbed the royal by her slender neck for another stranglehold, raking her nails over the pale skin as she tried to regain her grip.

Daenerys spit defiantly into her injured handmaiden's face, the wad that emerged more Ziggi's blood than it was saliva. The silver-haired warrior shoved her injured crotch into her opponent's, driving her back through the mud and breaking her grip on Daenerys' throat. Ziggi was dazed and rubbing her groin, but found herself rising as Daenerys stood without her. The hair pulled the Dothraki up like painful puppet strings, but she'd hardly got to her feet when Daenerys threw all of her power into a kick into Ziggi's stomach. There was a faint tearing sound as Ziggi was launched backward, suspended in the air for a split second before the bound hair ripped apart and let her crash back down into the mud.

Off-color strands hung from both of their heads, each woman having torn out long knots of their opponent's hair. Both fell to their feet but Daenerys soon rose again, breathing heavily, even as the only woman left standing. When she marched after Ziggi, she had a drunken limp to her. She was horribly injured, exhausted, and bleeding out, but she felt ready to die for the sake of killing Ziggi first. She practically collapsed to her knees over the coughing Dothraki, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head up.

"Dragons bow to no one" Daenerys snarled quietly. Ziggi seemed too hurt and dazed to even begin to understand her challenge, and to her credit, Daenerys barely understood it herself. That didn't stop her from forcing Ziggi's head up with a yank of her hair and burying her teeth into her throat. It wasn't a killing blow in itself, given the fact that Ziggi was still able to scream and claw frantically at Daenerys’ breasts during the whole thing, drawing fresh wounds and blood.

The Dothraki finally pulled away from Daenerys' grasp, staggering to her feet and clutching at her neck. Daenerys had left behind some relatively shallow series of cuts and bruises, more terrifying than it was truly painful, but Ziggi visibly struggled to keep her eyes open. She staggered forward as her body slowly gave out. Then, with a feral snarl she charged into Daenerys with all her remaining strength, locking the Khaleesi in a tight bearhug whilst clawing at the Daenerys’ white bareback. But Daenerys simply stood her ground, returning bite for bite and claw for claw, almost as if she no longer felt the blood dripping from her wounds or the nails raking across her back. Ziggi’s breathing became erratic and she slowly sunk to the mud, her hands clinging at Daenerys’ breast in a last ditch effort to drag the silver queen into the mud. But Daenerys simply shook off the weakening nails and let the handmaiden fall to her knees. Daenerys crouched low in the mud, eyes locked on the slowly falling woman. The exhaustion had made Ziggi’s body give out, and her impressive endurance was failing her. All the pain was catching up to her. Ziggi made one last attempt to rise, just to send out and receive a knee to the crotch and fall face down into the mud.

The crowd erupted into entertained roars and shouts. Dothrakis knew a dead body when they saw it. Daenerys was not so confident, and not as cautious. She stomped over to Ziggi's body, throwing several hard and furious kicks into her ribs and side. One last firm stomp to her back seemed to satisfy Daenerys, staggering back and brushing some of the blood-stained hair from her face. She gave one more feral scream down at Ziggi's corpse, as if trying to frighten the spirit away from her body... and then passed out on top of her victim's corpse.



Daenerys' eyes flew open once again. She felt... much better. Not only from the stress relief, but her wounds were largely mended. She still ached, which she imagined made sense from how much she had overexerted every muscle in her body for that fight. The memory of the battle came back to her and actually made her smile. That savage, empowering fight, all for...

She looked over and saw Khal Drogo sitting on a simple chair beside her bed. "So, you made it," he noted with some humor to his tone. He smiled at her, subtle but proud as he patted her arm. "You fought well, moon of my life."

Daenerys picked up on the intonation of his praise and just nodded quietly at first until she got her caught her breath. “It was my pleasure, my sun and stars,” she replied, sharing the sentiment and the same proud smile.

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Family Beach Brawl

A tropical family vacation turns a set of sisters and cousins against each other while they're trying to flirt with the same boy. As they're picked off, a watching gang of local boys have their way with the losers. My last finished commission, just fair warning that it gets a pretty rapey by the end, if done pretty briefly.
 

The Walker family reunion was always a big deal. Every few years they gathered somewhere big and classy, with the lodgings covered by their wealthy Uncle John. This year, they made the reunion into a long weekend of a stay on some Caribbean island that everyone had trouble pronouncing. The kids were running around on the beaches, being watched by the adults. The boys spent some time exploring the touristy cities or staying back at the hotel. For the girls in the middle, they decided to venture out on their own. The kids and adults meant they couldn't do anything too fun, and they weren't on the lookout for boys that were blood related. Susan was 21, her own adult really, so she gathered the girls in her age range and they struck out for a more secluded lake they'd found in the brochure. It was clean with a beautiful waterfall, and most importantly, a popular spot for boys their own age.

Susan arrived with her small group of various relatives, each in their skimpy, eye catching bikinis. Susan was with her twin sister Sherry. They both had dark hair and skin like the rest of the Walkers, but Susan grew her hair out long while Sherry kept it short to stay above her shoulders. Their cousin Rebecca was a thicker girl with wide hips, a bit more jiggle to her than the rest that she loved to flaunt. What some of the other girls called a fatass, others called bootylicious.

Dawn and Monique were sisters and another pair of cousins to Susan and Sherry. Monique was the oldest and tallest in the group at 24, her hair done up in several braids. The younger Dawn was the shortest and only 20, but she had a big chest that had helped her talk her way into a few bars all the same.

The lake itself was a limited success. The girls walked past a couple of local gangbangers to get there, who were loitering around the fence just off the lake's shore. They gave the girls a few whistles and catcalls, but they avoided eye contact and walked right past them. Fortunately, the lake itself at least had one cute boy. He was a ripped islander who kept making eying up the girls (much more invitingly than the gang out front). The girls set up their towels and did their best to flaunt their stuff and catch his eye. It soon turned into an escalation war of flirting; Dawn laid on her towel with her legs spread, so Susan removed her top and pretended to sunbathe on her stomach. Rebecca started to lotion herself up, so Monique kept fixing her hair as an excuse to thrust her chest out.

The boy eventually got out of the water, the girls all sighing as they watched him towel off and check his phone. Whatever he saw, he smiled back at the Walker girls, waved, and left with his things. Once he was gone, they were quick to turn on each other. They were already annoyed when they'd arrived, and that disappointment pushed them over the edge.

"You stupid skank! You got in my way! I could have had him," Susan insisted, shoving her sister's shoulder.

"Hey! It's not my fault there was only one of him!" Sherry defended angrily. "And it's sure not my fault that you all don't know how to pick up a guy."

"Excuse me?!" Dawn snapped. "You little girls scared him off. He wanted a real woman, not you jailbait bitches."

"A real woman has curves, beanpole," Rebecca growled, getting up to her knees with her hands on her hips. "We all know who they were looking at."

"They were too busy trying to look around your fat ass to see me," Monique snapped, just to have her big chest shoved by Rebecca to knock her on her back in the dirt.

This all got a rowdy cheer from the gang of boys still perched just outside the lake. "Yea! Catfight!" one of them hooted, getting a laugh from the rest of his friends. The girls ignored them as they quickly broke into violence, the stress of the trip so far and then the casual rejection (or perhaps just ignorance) of their advances exploding and directed right at each other.

Rebecca jumped onto Monique, slapping her head and face as quick and hard as she could. The short girl curled up defensively, at least minimizing the pain before Sherry grabbed Rebecca by the hair. She threw her off and into the dirt of the shore, climbing onto the big bottomed girl's back and shoving her face into the ground.

"You look better face down and ass up, bitch!" Sherry shouted down at her.

Monique started to get up, expecting the rest of the girls were on her side after that ambush. Dawn just stepped up to her and kicked her busty sister in the chest, knocking her back into the dirt and grass. From there, Susan grabbed her by her bikini top and pulled until the flimsy ties on the back of her swimsuit snapped loose.

"Yeaaa! There's the good stuff!" shouted one of the gangbangers watching from the fence. He thumped his fist against the wooden post next to him excitedly.

"Those gotta be double d's! I'd love to get my hands on them, girl!" added his buddy.

"You shut the fuck up!" Susan yelled back at them, but Monique punched Sue in the stomach while she was looking up. The fist buried into her cousin's belly, knocking the wind out of her so that Monique could shove her off. Sue fell right into Dawn, the two of them crumbling into the dirt together. They instantly grabbed each other, rolling through the down the slight slope of the lake and ending up splashing into the shallows of the lake.

Monique seemed content to let those two fall away for now, crawling instead behind the dominating Sherry. Monique reached around the twin's chest to dig her claws into her breasts, scraping her nails over the bare brown flesh and the bikini top itself. Sherry screamed and reached behind her to try to stop Monique, but her blind clawing and Rebecca's thrashing attempts to escape made her resistance futile. Monique managed to catch and pull up on Sherry's top, hooking it under her cousin's throat and starting to choke her out with it. Sherry could only grab at it and gag as she was dragged off of Becky. Rebecca got up to her knees, just to gladly pay Sherry back by starting to pound the trapped family member in the stomach.

Sue and Dawn came to a stop in the water, the salt stinging their shallow scratches. Dawn timed a shove to send Susan crashing ahead of her into the lake, stumbling back up as she sputtered and wiped the water from her face. Dawn had plenty of time to wind up and punch her in the mouth, sending her down into the shallows on all fours. Dawn was quick to straddle her back, pushing her cousin's head under the water and into the loose, wet mud. The bubbles flew up from below as Susan tried to push herself back above water, and Dawn tried to ignore the shouts and whistles at Susan's ass sticking out into the air.

Susan was able to pop her head up for short gasps of air, but Dawn had her pinned well enough that she couldn't escape by force alone. Sue seemed to finally get this as she reached back and yanked on Dawn's bikini bottoms. The revealing piece of her swimsuit snapped off with ease, making Dawn gasp and pull back in surprise. The gang of boys laughed nearby as she tried to cover up, but Dawn just rose and shook out her wet hair before she grabbed her cousin by the throat.

Sherry grunted as her belly was flattened by Becky's pounding, knocking pathetic grunts out of her while Monique kept her trapped with the choking bikini top. The trapped twin pulled down on her weaponized top, not able to escape from it but enough to move her head around. She used it to lower her head before snapping it back, slamming a reverse headbutt into Monique's breast. The blow knocked the targeted tit right out of her top, letting Sherry slip loose When the startled cousin let go of her to cup her breast.

Rebecca seemed to ignore the fact that Sherry was missing, throwing a punch into the distracted Monique's stomach instead. "She escaped, stupid!" Mona coughed out as she bent over, her naked tit resting on her knees.

"No duh, bitch," Becky sneered, grabbing Monique by the hair and driving her knee into her face. Her cousin landed on her back in the mud and grass holding her face, but her legs spread out in her damaged daze.

"Now there's a good slut!" one of the stalking gangbangers called. "Spread em just like that!"

"Trust me, you can have her when I'm done with her," Rebecca sneered at them in disgust. It kept her from noticing Sherry had recovered until the twin came crashing into her side with a diving tackle. The two of them hit the dirt as Sherry punched rapidly into Rebecca's stomach and ribs. Becky winced and curled up to try to protect herself, but Sherry just buried her nails into her dark areola and twisted. Becky screamed bloody murder as her tit was tortured, finally kicking into Sherry's stomach hard enough to knock her off.

Sherry went tumbling down the slope, grunting as the mud and grass stuck to her skin until she hit the water. She sputtered to get the salty taste from her mouth, but idea of any help she expected from her twin was quickly dispelled. Sue turned just enough to slam her elbow back into Sherry's face, knocking her back into the water with a growl of "Back off!"

Susan went back to Dawn, still holding her by her neck and forcing her into a headlock. It was crude and clumsy since she hadn’t been in any real fight before outside of brief squabbles with her sister, but it managed to keep Dawn trapped while she struggled to escape. She grabbed and punched at Sue’s breasts, but she couldn’t get a good enough angle for a clean hit. It left a few bruises and scratches, but nothing to get her to break the hold.

“Yea! Fuck those titties up!” The gangsters laughed at their own shit talk towards the girls, but Susan just tried to ignore them. She raked her nails down Dawn's face, getting a long shriek out of her cousin before the shorter girl suddenly pulled down Susan's top and bit into the twin's tit. Susan screamed in pain as Dawn buried her teeth into her areola, only to be tackled by her sister, splashing all three of them into the water.

Dawn and Sherry were eager for some payback, so they each grabbed one end of Susan and tore into her. They ripped off the remains of her skimpy bikini, leaving her naked (instead of just practically naked) when they grabbed onto her arms and legs. They both pulled in either direction, making Susan scream out in pain. "AUGHHH! STOP! STOP!" she wailed. She tried to wriggle loose, but with her arms and legs stuck under her family members' arms, all it served to do was jiggle her breasts around for the leering thugs. Dawn and Sherry dragged her deeper into the water until they could hold her under the waterfall, drowning out her shrieks with her panicked spitting and sputtering as she was beaten on by the pouring water.

Rebecca sneered down at the other girls' fate, but turned just in time for Monique to arrive, sore but angry from her recent beating. She had been aiming a kick at Becky's out-thrust booty, but her change in position actually paid off better. Rebecca's turn allowed Monique's incoming kick to slam into her crotch instead. The kick to the curvy girl's cunt immediately brought Becky down to her knees, her mouth hanging open as she grabbed her pussy with both hands.

"Yea! That's my dirty girl!" one of the boys hooted.

"Don't bust her up too much! Save some pussy for the rest of us!"

"Would you shut! UP!?" Monique snarled loudly, but she took out her frustrations by grabbing Rebecca by the hair. The tall, braided cousin smashed her knee into Becky's naked breasts, crushing them into her chest. Rebecca was too stunned from the low kick to do anything but grunt and quake in pain as Monique repeated the move, bouncing her breast around and rapidly bruising up the juicy brown orbs. Rebecca finally brought up her hands to protect her chest, squeezing her jugs against her chest gingerly. Monique just sneered hatefully down at her cousin and rather than attack her breasts, she just spiked her knee up into Becky's chin. Her head snapped back so hard that her hair left Monique's grasp.

Rebecca pawed clumsily at Monique as her head lolled, but fell like a ragdoll. Her limp hands caught on the loop of Monique's bikini, pulling her bottoms down with her as she slumped into Monique's legs and slid down into the ground. Monique dismissively kicked her away and marched towards the beach to take out her other skanky cousins. She didn't pay any attention to the groaning, barely conscious Rebecca. She was too hurt and too far off from the group to be a real threat anymore.

However, Monique wasn't the only one to realize this. The gang of boys moved in on her like grinning vultures, Rebecca looking up at the them groggily.

"Hey there, hot stuff. Looks like you could use somethin' to pick you up." The head of the punks looked her over hungrily. "And I think I got just the thing." Rebecca stared in horror as two of the boys stripped away the last of her clothes and forced her legs apart. She tried to scream, just for the other guy to shove his cock into her mouth, muffling her objecting cries.

Susan was still going between sputtering and screaming as her sister and cousin kept holding her under the waterfall. Dawn and Sherry were winding up to shove her back under when Monique interrupted them with a punch to Dawn's face. She stumbled into the falls instead of Susan, dropping the twin's front half when the water beat down on her. She shrieked and coughed, with the force of the downpour catching in her cups of her bikini top and blasting it off of her chest and into the lake.

Monique turned to do the same to Sherry, but the twin pulled her foot up through the water and over Susan to kick the taller cousin in the stomach. Monique grunted and doubled over, grabbing her stomach as she backed away. Sherry let go of Susan's legs, literally walking over her sister to get her the new opponent. Her heel dug into Sue's stomach to push her under the water as she grabbed the stunned Monique's top and pulled up, hooking its front on her neck and choking her with it.

The braided cousin gagged and pushed at Sherry's naked chest, unable to get her to break the choke. Dawn suddenly burst out from the roaring waters of the waterfall, falling to her knees and slamming her hand into Sherry's crotch from behind. The short cousin formed a claw with her hand, sliding her fingers underneath Sherry's bikini from behind to squeeze and scratch everything she could in and outside of Monique's pussy.

Sherry shrieked and froze on the spot. She was shivering in pain but refused to release Monique from her choke. She didn't want to find out what happened next when she had two angry foes on her instead of just the one.

Semi-fortunately for Sherry, Susan burst up out of the water behind the rest of the girls. She pressed her chest into Dawn's back, reaching around and tearing down her top. It received a few more approving shouts and cheers from the boys still watching the fight, or at least those who weren't busy using the defenseless Rebecca as a fuck toy. Sue dug her nails into Dawn's breasts, twisting and pulling them to add her pained shouts to the rest of the girls.

The girls went on clawing, squeezing and choking anything they could reach on each other, creating a brutal chain of punishment. Susan would shake and scrape over Dawn's jugs, making her twitch and dug her nail deeper into Sherry. Sherry would shriek and tense up, having to wrap the bikini top around Monique's throat while she went on trying to slap and shove her away, drool and water running down her lovely face.

It almost seemed like they would knock each other out all at once, leaving a grim buffet of dark-skinned beauties for the punks to sort through, but Susan broke the deadlock. She kept her grip on one of Dawn's breasts, but reached over her shoulder and punched her sister in the back of the head. Sherry gave a quick, wet grunt of pain before she crumbled into the lake, releasing Monique and giving Dawn nothing to dig her nails into. She floated away from her thrashing and splashing relatives, letting a few of the more bold gangsters wade to the edge of the lake and drag her out to use for their amusement.

The last three cousins pulled out of their broken stalemate, eying each other furiously. The muffled moans and protests of the loser girls were ignored, whether because of not hearing them or not caring. Monique tried to dive for Susan, only to be cut off when Dawn elbowed her in the stomach. Susan didn't appreciate the backup enough to spare her cousin. She slammed Dawn across the back hard enough with her forearm to knock her top loose and letting it gradually fall off over the next few minutes of their struggling. Dawn went to one knee, but threw her fist back into Susan's crotch and bring her down with her. Susan jumped onto the both of them, dragging them all under the shallow and salty waters in a great splash and burst of bubbles.

The girls kicked and clawed at anything they could, getting mud and moss under their nails when they couldn't make contact with flesh or hair. Monique scratched over Dawn's face, leaving the scrapes to sting in the salty water. Dawn kicked at Susan, who had shoved her hands into Dawn's thigh and Monique's belly and started squeezing her nails around the tender skin. The girls half swam, half crawled over each other until Monique was forced to come up for air. She sucked in air, just to gag and spit out more water as she realized they had come up right under the waterfall. Her family burst out of the water to similar surprise, letting Monique strike first by punching Dawn square in the face.

Dawn fell back into Susan, who shoved her back and smacked her in the head. Dawn recoiled and lowered her head in what seemed to be a protective measure, but she lunged forward and bit down on one of Sue’s breasts.


“Aghh! Get off, you damn cunt!” Susan shrieked, beating her fists uselessly on Dawn’s back. Rather than rescue her, Monique decided she liked seeing the twin get punished and reached over Dawn’s back to maul her other breast between her claws. Susan screamed and flailed, just making her choke on more water from the falls. She caught Dawn by the hair, even with the water in her eyes since she knew exactly where she was going by the pain in her tits. She shook Dawn’s head around, but the only thing it did was make her teeth pull and stretch out her tit. Dawn just growled like a protective dog, baring the teeth that she’d buried in her cousin’s flesh while Monique twisted her breast in any way that she could. Monique was even able to spare a hand to shove and claw at Dawn’s arm, scratching her up while Dawn gave some angry slaps into Monique’s own set of tits.

Susan gave up on trying to tear her off, starting to get lightheaded from the pain and struggling to breathe. With the two girls locked onto her, she pawed at their stomachs until she reached their thighs and clawed into both of their pussies. The girls shrieked and released their earlier attacks as Susan powered into them, shoving them both out of the waterfall at last. They coughed and sucked up air, Dawn and Monique shoving and slapping at each other blindly in their frantic panic.
Monique finally shoved Susan away. The twin staggered back holding her pussy, wincing as the narrow scratches stung her crotch and inner thighs. She tried to rush back at Monique, but she had dove into Dawn and dragged the short, cursing cousin under the water with her. Dawn choked as she wasn't as prepared for the drop, but she reacted quickly with a punch to Monique's kidney. The braided girl gagged as some saliva and bubbles left her mouth, but she grabbed Dawn by the throat and mashed her thumb into her windpipe. Dawn twitched and gurgled, but would not go down easy. She kicked and flailed, her arms ineffectively slamming into Monique's arms and legs. She started seeing spots, even as she reached up and raked her nails down Monique's face. They left red streaks that slowly trailed blood in the water, but the bubbling, braided cousin only grit her teeth and held on tighter. Monique was unwilling to rise back out of the water until she saw her curvy cousin go limp.

She saw Dawn twitch as another foot slammed into her ribs. Monique grinned as she realized it was Susan kicking into their fray, striking blindly at whoever she could in the blurry and tangled mass of dark skin under the water. However, Monique had assumed that Susan would hit the same spot twice. She was not only kicking blindly and randomly, but the girls were slowly rotating in their underwater catball. Susan's second kick caught Monique right in the face, making her grunt and instinctively recoil from their lockup. Both girls breached the surface spitting out water and coughing for air. Dawn was still wheezing when Susan punched her in the back of the head, knocking her silly as she fell to all fours with a loud, sickly groan. Monique tried to charge after Susan, but she was still winded enough that Sue could turn around and kick her in the chest, knocking her back on her ass a few feet away.

With Dawn still down, Susan grabbed one of the loosely floating bikni tops in the water. She wasn't even sure whose it was in all the chaos, but she looped it around her fists and pulled the thin middle up into Dawn's throat. Susan mounted her back as she tightened the top like a noose. Dawn gagged, spitting out more drool and water as her eyes bulged, but then fluttered and slowly closed. Susan squeezed and pulled until her knuckles ached, but finally Dawn fell limp as if the bikini was not just a puppet string to hold her up. Susan kicked the smaller cousin away and let her drop into the water. She slowly floated to shore where one of the boys was waiting for the next piece of meat. Rebecca was already taken, her big ass full of dick as she sat on one boy's lap and the other took her moaning mouth. Sherry was hosting a swordfight in her mouth, bent on all fours while another island boy was behind her stuffing her pussy. The newest guest to their brutal orgy was grabbed by her tits, the first boy to find her quickly helping himself to a titjob on the still unconscious cousin.

Susan ignored the whole scene, as did Monique. The braided girl had taken the moment to rest and catch her breath from her underwater struggle. They glared for a moment before Susan spit at her, a glob landing on Monique's tits. The tall cousin snarled savagely and hurled herself right at Susan, but the twin was slightly quicker in the shallower part of the lake. She managed to lunge to one side, shoving Monique off-course to crash down into the water. She got to all fours when Susan grabbed her by the pussy lips from behind, sinking two fingers inside her and squeezing hard.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, cunt!" Susan growled at her furiously, any real reason behind the vicious fight lost to her memory right now. "And I'm going to let those scumbags have the body!"

Monique let out an agonized scream, but she swung her foot upward. The heel thumped right into Susan's chin, making her stagger back and let go of Monique's crotch. The taller girl pushed off on the wet sand, slamming her bare ass backward and into Susan's stomach. They landed with Monique sitting on top of her chest, pushing herself further back until she sat on her face. The sore and scratched pussy mashed into Susan's face, also dunking her head under the water as Monique wiggled her ass to grind Susan further in.

"You like that, cunt?! Do you like it!?" she barked dominantly before grabbing one of Susan's legs. She bent it up high enough until she could lean in and sink her teeth into Susan's toes. A bubbling scream tickled Monique's ass and crotch, but when the twin closed her mouth from it, she bit down on the soft flesh of the braided girl's butt. Monique whooped and leapt off, grabbing her naked ass instinctively. Susan grabbed her by the leg and tripped her back down, practically climbing to get back on top of her in the shallows. Monique's head rested on the wet dirt of coast as Susan rained wide, heavy punches into her face. The braided cousin's face whipped back and forth, her braids trailing lazily after.

"Your skanky pussy tastes like shit!" Monique snapped at Susan, spitting a bloody blob of saliva into the twin's face. Susan winced and wiped it away, but Monique caught her by the tits and rolled over to get on top of her. She pulled up on the breasts, putting Susan's entire bodyweight to pull and tear back down on her own chest.

"AGHHH! You fucking butchass dyke!" Susan ranted in pain. She swung her fists into Monique's ribs until she dropped her, taking a split second to suck in air and blink tears of pain from her eyes.Susan lunged into her taller opponent, knocking them both back near the waterfall as they stumbled and tripped over each other.

They both landed on their knees, but Monique was quick enough to grab Susan by the hair and shove her head under her arm. It left Susan's ass sticking out in front of her and facing the short, the view of her pussy earning some more laughter and cheers from the boys assaulting their cousins. Susan grabbed and pushed at Monique's ass and sides, but she couldn't escape the simple but tight grip on her.

Monique used her new view of her cousin to force her thighs apart with her knees and then stab her fingers deep into her cunt. Susan screamed almost childishly from the sharp pain that rushed inside her, eyes watering up as she shook her head. It didn't help her escape the punishment, nor did it convince Monique to stop. She curled her nails to scrape slow, painful paths inside her pussy until she finally found what she wanted.

"I always knew you were a slut," Monique growled bitterly as her fingers pinched around Susan's stiffened clitoris. Sue screamed and cried as her twat's deepest secret was abused, with Monique's treatment being anything but gentle. She scratched and pinched and crushed, tormenting the most tender part of her body until a trail of red trickled out of her slit and into the water. Monique shoved her cousin's head under the water while her other hand continued her cruelly sexual work, and between the overwhelming pain and her sobs choking on salt water, Susan finally passed out.
As Susan went limp, Monique pulled her soaking wet head back out of the water. She decided to enjoy her punishment a bit more, forcefully fingering her cousin until Susan's unconscious body came into the lake. Monique laughed at her heartlessly before she shoved her limp body onto the shore where the boys were fucking the rest of her cousins. "Alright! One more for the pile boys," Monique boasted. "I'm out!"

"Oh no you're not, pretty thing." Two of the boys stood in her way as Monique tried to leave the lake. She looked back and forth between them warily.

"Yea... I am. I won!" she insisted, but her blood ran cold with dread.

"It was a nice piece of foreplay you did for us," one of the punks grinned as he grabbed her arm. Monique kicked his shin as she tried to pull away, but the other boy grabbed her by the dreads and forced her to stay still. She was too sore and too tired to fight back, especially outnumbered as she would be with all the gang working together better than she had with her own family. The one boy grabbed her thighs, forcing them open and lifting her legs into the air to roughly ram himself inside her pussy. Monique gasped sharply as she was not only penetrated, but held up enough that the boy behind her could stick his own filthy prick into her ass. She was too weak to scream, and the secluded lake was a popular hangout because of how rarely the island's police came by the area. Her eyes ran fearfully over the scene, seeing her cousins covered in cum and dirt on top of their various bruises and injuries from the fight. It was clear from the way the gangsters were thrusting and grunting inside her that she would end up just the same way, whether she was the "winner" or not.