Dear Board,

Here is a bit of a surprise. I've taken a temporary break from finishing off "Jungle Queens vs. Cavewomen" to work on this story. This is called "The Kidnapping" and it is inspired by the clip of the blonde and brunette women tribbing in the rain that is up on the board. As I wrote in the thread dealing with that clip, I really love it and it sparked something in me that led me to write this story.

This story will be relatively short. This is part one. It will only have two parts and an epilogue. I hope to have the whole thing done and up by the end of the week.

Don't worry, "Jungle Queens" is still coming along, I've just put it on a momentary hiatus to follow where inspiration takes me. I will be getting back to the next part of that story soon. I think it is almost done, with only one or two parts left. Whether I finish off "Jungle Queens" or "The Kidnapping" first kind of depends on where my interest/inspiration goes over the next few days.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

JB57

The Kidnapping – by JB57

Ryan gasped as she was pushed hard from behind. She stumbled but rough hands caught her by her shoulders and directed her forward. She felt the cold, uneven ground on her bare feet.

“Kneel here,” a gruff male voice said. She did as she was told. She kneeled down, her bare knees resting on a concrete surface. Her hands were bound behind her back and her head was covered by a black velvet hood. She had a bit of claustrophobia and the hood was a little tight, but she managed to fight back the panic. She felt her ropes loosen, only for a moment. Then gloved hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the front of her body. She felt ropes wrapping around both of her wrists. A moment later, she was securely tied to some kind of attachment in the floor.

Ryan said nothing. She just tried to focus on the sounds that she could hear and anything else that she could detect with her remaining senses.

Someone abruptly pulled the hood off of her head. She blinked in the sudden light. A moment later, someone was undoing the ball gag that was inserted in her mouth to keep her quiet.

Ryan looked around carefully, trying to remember her training. She was an heiress, the only daughter of a very wealthy and powerful family. She had been given lessons in what to do if she found herself in exactly this situation – kidnapped and held for ransom.

The first thing she saw was a man wearing a full face covering. His eyes were concealed behind sunglasses. She took some comfort in that. If the kidnappers were taking care to conceal their faces then they intended to return her. She observed the rest of the space. She was in what appeared to be an abandoned factory. Her hands were tied to a metal ring in the floor. A table, chairs, a double bed with a chest and a TV were set up in a space designed to resemble an apartment. A couple of carpets on the floor defined the space, one under the table and chairs, the other beside the bed.

The next thing Ryan heard were high heels beating a staccato rhythm on the concrete floor. A gorgeous blonde woman came into view from out of the depths of the factory. The woman was not wearing anything to cover her beautiful face. Her green eyes were bright. She had shoulder-length hair. Her skin was a golden tan. Everything else about her was incredible. She was wearing a red triangle halter top that barely contained her stupendous, bouncing breasts. Her abdomen was taut and chiseled. Her hips swelled out, girded by a tiny mini-skirt. Her powerful-looking legs were long and smooth. Finally, she was wearing black pumps that announced her presence.

The woman smiled when she saw Ryan. She whistled appreciatively. “Wow! This girl sure is a hottie!”

“Agent K, meet Ryan Hartley. Ms. Hartley is the heir to the considerable Hartley fortune. As you know, your job is to watch her and keep her happy and healthy for the next couple of days until the ransom is paid.”

The blonde stopped and comically saluted. “A-OK, boss,” she chirped. “I promise to fulfill my sacred duty!”

The man gave the gorgeous blonde an irritated look, but he did not say anything. Instead, he gestured to a cellphone left on the table. “We’ll contact you by a secure line when the ransom is paid. Be prepared to take the heiress where we instruct.”

The blonde woman nodded, but she was busy studying Ryan. The black-haired beauty tied to the floor by her wrists was an incredible specimen of womanhood. She was wearing only a short black dress. Otherwise, her legs and feet were bare. The dress dipped low on her chest, almost fully revealing two huge, dense and altogether perfect tits. Her skin was a gentle brown, revealing plenty of nude tanning. The heiress was gorgeous. Her hair fell down to just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were calm, despite the predicament she was in.

“OK, I’m going now. Take care of the hostage!” the man ordered as he walked away. He disappeared into the darkness just beyond the light illuminating the makeshift apartment space. A few moments later, Ryan heard a door open and then close.

The woman smiled and walked up to Ryan. She looked down at the kneeling heiress. Ryan glared up at the gorgeous blonde. The woman’s massive tits loomed over her like twin mountains. The blonde looked physically perfect, her taut belly centered around a tight, thin slit of a navel, her flawless legs long and thick. The two women locked eyes and Ryan felt something powerful pass between them. She was not sure what it was but it sent an intense shiver down her spine. This woman was more dangerous than she appeared. Ryan sensed that immediately. But under the sense of danger there was something else, something decidedly erotic. She pushed the feeling out of her mind. She was being confronted by an incredibly gorgeous woman in an extremely revealing outfit. Of course there was a frisson of eroticism in the air.

“May I have a cushion or something for my knees?” Ryan finally asked. Her hands were tied in front of her but she could move around the ring. Even so, the rope was short and she could not stand.

The blonde smiled, a slightly sadistic grin. Wordlessly, she walked over to the bed, picked up a pillow, and returned, Ryan stood up as high as she could and the woman shoved the pillow under her knees.

“Thanks very much,” Ryan said gratefully.

“So, you’re Ryan Hartley?” the woman asked.

Ryan nodded. “Yes.”

“You can call me Riley. We’re going to get along just fine, Ryan, so long as you follow the rules. OK?”

“What are the rules?”

“You do everything I say, you don’t try to escape, and you don’t ask too many questions. Deal?”

Ryan nodded. She held up her hands. “Could I ask you to loosen these? I’m not going to have any hands left if you leave me like this for days.”

“Yeah, I will. That’s part of the plan, baby. Just so you know: I’m very well-trained in the martial arts. If you give me any trouble, if you try to escape, I can hurt you and I will.”

Ryan nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“Good.” Riley kneeled on the concrete in front of Ryan. “Our names are similar,” she remarked, as she undid the ropes. “Of course, mine is an assumed name, but still, that’s weird coincidence.”

“Why are you letting me see your face?” Ryan asked. She rubbed her wrists, bringing back the circulation.

“I haven’t seen the faces of the other guys involved in this,” Riley replied. “So, I can’t identify them. You can identify me, but I have ways of vanishing after this is over, so I’m not worried.”

“One other thing,” Riley said as Ryan relaxed.

“Yes?”

Riley backhanded Ryan full across the brunette’s gorgeous face. The blow was sharp enough to hurt but not enough to leave a lasting mark. Ryan gasped and fell back, caught completely off-guard. A moment later a powerful kick hit her full in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She crumpled to her knees, holding her stomach and gasping for breath.

Riley crouched beside Ryan. She grabbed the woman’s dark hair and pulled her head back viciously.

“I want to be sure you understand exactly where we stand, babe. I don’t like rich bitches. I especially don’t like rich bitches who relax too much around me. If you get any ideas about escaping or fighting back, I’m going to pound you senseless. Do you understand?”

Ryan nodded vigorously. Riley smiled. She liked the look of fear in the brunette’s gorgeous blue eyes. It was the first time she had seen the rich girl afraid and it made her feel powerful. Keeping this bitch in line would not be a problem, she decided.

Riley was seized by a sudden impulse. Ryan’s panting, beautiful face was so close to her’s and a powerful wave of desire washed over the blonde. She had to resist the overpowering urge to kiss the brunette, to drive her tongue into the woman’s mouth, to suck her tongue, to suck back her spit. Riley pushed the desire away, with an effort.

“When you’re recovered, I’ll give you the tour,” the blonde said nonchalantly. She walked away, leaving Ryan to catch her breath.
A minute later, Ryan stood to her full height. A tear trickled down her cheek. She brushed it away.

Riley had doffed her high heels. She had put her bare feet up on a stool and turned on the TV. She glanced up when Ryan stood and used the remote to turn off the set.

“OK, here’s the tour.” Riley stood up and waved her arm in a circle, indicating the furniture around them. “Here’s the living space. Nice and comfortable, right?”

“Over there, in that corner,” she said, pointing to a spot about 20 meters away, “is a kitchen with food supplies. We even have a chemical toilet and a makeshift shower installed. The shower only has enough water for about a week, but that should be more than enough.”

Riley walked over to the bed and opened the chest at its foot.

“We have some clothes for you. I’d like you to change out of your dress and put this on.” She pulled out a man’s white t-shirt. It looked a bit too small for Ryan but she was not about to object.

Putting on a brave face, the heiress walked towards the blonde. As she did so, she began pulling her black dress up her luscious body and over her head. As the tight dress pressed over her massive tits, it pulled her breasts up, then let them drop heavily when it released, leaving them to bounce deliciously. By the time Ryan reached the bed, she was naked, except for the tiny thong covering her clean-shaven pussy.

Riley’s eyes were bright as she watched this display. Her eyes roamed over Ryan’s spectacular, nearly naked body and compared it to her own. This rich bitch was absolutely gorgeous, voluptuous and perfect. It drove Riley crazy that some women got handed everything on a silver platter, even an incredibly sexy body. She detected the slight swagger in Ryan’s step, her sexily swinging hips as she moved across the room. She felt a flare of anger. The bitch wasn’t as afraid as she should be, Riley thought. She considered delivering Ryan another surprise when the slut reached her, but she decided against it. Keeping her temper in check was important.

Ryan finally reached her captor. The look on her gorgeous face was enigmatic. It was blank, yet somehow challenging at the same time. She handed Riley her dress, hanging from her finger and reached for the t-shirt.

“One second,” Riley said, holding back the shirt.

Ryan paused, waiting. She was not sure what the other woman wanted besides, perhaps, more time to study Ryan’s perfect tits and muscular belly.

“Lose the thong,” Riley instructed.

Ryan hesitated, then reached down and wiggled the tiny scrap of cloth down her womanly hips and shapely thighs and muscled calves, letting it drop at her feet. She stood straight and completely nude before the blonde woman.

Riley nodded, letting her eyes drink in Ryan’s clean-shaven cunt. The heiress’ genitals were absolutely perfect and Riley resisted the sudden urge to get down on her knees and shove her tongue into that hot, beautiful fuckhole. She handed the brunette the t-shirt. As she watched, Ryan slid the shirt over her head and down her body. Her massive tits bulged into the thin material, her nipples nearly piercing the cloth. The shirt clung at her wide hips and fit snugly to her luscious thighs and ass. It barely went down far enough to cover her pussy.

Riley gestured to the bed. “Now, get on and I’ll secure you there.”

Ryan climbed onto the bed. Riley produced a fur-lined ankle cuff and secured her to the bed by her left ankle.

“What if I need to use the bathroom?” the heiress asked, testing the new restraint. The chain was long, so her leg could move relatively freely.

“Well, just wake me up,” Riley replied. As Ryan watched, the blonde reached behind her back and undid the tie of her straining halter. Her massive tits bounced free. The huge glands were incredibly beautiful and Ryan could not help but wonder if they were as big and firm as her own. The blonde unclipped her mini-skirt and let it drop, then slipped off her tiny red thong. She stood before Ryan, completely naked and absolutely magnificent in her nudity. She smiled viciously at the brunette on the bed, then extracted another t-shirt from the chest. It was a plain white shirt, like Ryan’s. Riley slipped the shirt onto her voluptuous body. Ironically, the shirt now covered far more skin than what Riley had been wearing before, but it fit her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination.

“Are we going to be sleeping in the same bed?”

“There’s only one bed in this dump and there’s plenty of space.” Riley grinned. “Besides, it’s a great way to warm each other up. This place is going to get cold tonight.”

Riley pulled up the heavy quilt lying on the bed and allowed Ryan to slip under it. As the brunette settled down, genuinely appreciative of the warmth, Riley climbed into the bed on the other side. Once under the sheets, she picked up a remote control that was set on the floor beside the bed. She hit a button. The lights in the “apartment” clicked off and the entire factory plunged into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, Ryan could make out exit signs and some kind of light near the kitchen area, pointing out where the bathroom was.

As she settled in, Ryan went stiff as Riley suddenly snuggled up to her under the sheets. The blonde pushed her massive tits into Ryan’s shoulder, the bulk of her titmeat settling onto the side of Ryan’s massive tit. Riley threw a long leg across Ryan’s bare legs. Both women shivered at the contact. Ryan had to admit the bare skin felt good. The weight of the other woman’s tit on her own stirred powerful erotic feelings in her pussy. She felt her nipples growing hard. Riley threw her arm across Ryan’s chest. The brunette gasped as the other woman pulled even closer, almost wrapping herself around Ryan’s body.

“Don’t be so tense, baby,” Riley cooed in Ryan’s ear. “Aren’t we like girlfriends already? Just think of this as a sleepover with a really, really sexy girlfriend.” Ryan could feel the other woman smiling in the dark. “We can even play some girlfriend games, if you’d like.” She wriggled, rubbing her luscious body even harder into Ryan’s voluptuous form.

Ryan forced herself to relax. There was nothing she could do about the blonde’s overt sexual harassment. All she could do was accept it. Besides, a part of her was completely into what the blonde was doing. That part of her wanted to respond, maybe even outdo the blonde with flirting and lascivious suggestions. She was holding that part in check for now. Ryan needed to pick her moment when to reveal to the bitch that she was not quite what she seemed to be.

It had been late at night when Ryan was kidnapped. She had been out clubbing with friends when her bodyguards disappeared and a bag slipped over her head. She was exhausted from the fear and now the continuing stress of her situation. She fell easily into a deep sleep, the pleasant weight of Riley’s voluptuous body draped over her own luscious body providing a strange comfort.

Late in the night, maybe around 3 AM, Ryan awoke. It took her a few moments to remember her situation. Initially, she was confused by the weight of the gorgeous woman on her body. During the night, the women’s bare legs had become entangled and Riley was practically on top of Ryan. Their t-shirts had gone up and both women’s pussies were exposed. Riley’s thigh was pressing into Ryan’s wet twat; Ryan found her arm caught under Riley’s body and resting on the woman’s smooth ass. She could feel the heat of the blonde’s bare pussy pushing onto her upper thigh. The blonde’s heavy breasts were pushing down on Ryan’s equally heavy pair and the heiress could feel Riley’s nipples through her shirt. Their bodies had acted on a shared erotic impulse. Ryan took a moment to enjoy the delicious contact.

Ryan needed to go to the toilet. She shook the blonde woman awake.

“What is it?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Fuck.”

After a moment, Riley slipped off of Ryan and out of the bed. Ryan felt the quilt lift near her foot and heard the click of the ankle cuff unlocking. The cuff fell away and Ryan put her bare feet on the cold floor and stood gingerly. She began walking towards the distant kitchen light. Riley was just behind her. The women’s bare feet scuffed the concrete floor as they moved.

Ryan used the chemical toilet. After she left the stall, Riley pointed her to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. The blonde used the toilet herself. Ryan found herself waiting for her captor, an odd reaction that made it clear to her how much she had already been controlled.

The women walked back towards the bed, Riley just slightly behind her captive, the weight of sleep weighing her down. Ryan knew it was time to act. Estimating where Riley was in the semi-dark, she suddenly stopped, whirled around, and backhanded the blonde viciously. Riley gasped and staggered back. Before she could recover, Ryan’s foot swung up in powerful kick right between the blonde’s legs.

Riley screamed, grabbed her crotch, and fell to her knees, groaning in agony. “Oh god, you little whore,” she moaned.

“Sorry, bitch, but I’m not about to wait for some stud to rescue me!”

Ryan delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the side of Riley’s head, but the blonde managed to partially block it. Even so, she went sprawling on the concrete floor.

Ryan ran for the exit, her bare feet slapping loudly on the concrete. She had paid attention when she was first kidnapped and had done her best to estimate how long she had traveled. She surmised they must be in the industrial section of the city. It had a lot of old abandoned buildings and was largely deserted but it was not too far from more populated centers.

“You cunt! Come back!” Ryan heard Riley shriek. She picked up her pace.

The first door Ryan encountered was locked from the inside with a deadbolt. She thanked her luck; it easily could have been bolted or padlocked but it was easy to open. She dashed out into a tropical rainstorm. The water coming down was moderately hard but relatively warm. Even so, she knew she needed shelter soon.

Lights from around the factory lit up her escape. She still did not know her way but at least she was outside and no longer restrained. She was standing on a large wooden platform, surrounded by mesh railing. A mesh door on the far side of the platform opened onto a set of stairs going down to the street. Ryan rushed over to the door to find it padlocked. Just then, Riley burst through the door onto the platform.

The blonde Amazon looked pissed. Her green eyes flashed with rage.

“You fucking cunt! I warned you about this!”

Ryan stood back from the locked mesh door. She had hoped to avoid having to fight it out with the blonde woman but at least she was no longer chained or tied up -and she had a surprise for Riley.

The blonde advanced on the brunette, intent on beating the woman senseless, as she had promised.

“I’m going to make you regret that cunt punt, baby,” Riley growled.

“Fuck off, you whore,” Ryan breathed, getting into fighting stance.

Riley smirked. “What’s this? You’ve had a bit of training? Not going to be enough, fucker.”

Riley lashed out with a kick but Ryan blocked it and replied with a flashing kick of her own. Riley barely evaded the blow in time. She was shocked. Ryan might actually be a challenge after all. The women flashed kicks at each other, impressing each other with their speed and accuracy. Both women succeeded in blocking or avoiding the kicks, using the space to move around on the deck. Ryan finally got close enough to Riley to throw a few punishing punches. One of them got through Riley’s guard and hit her in the stomach, making the blonde woman double over. She pulled back but her eyes glared daggers at the brunette, who smiled smugly.

“I’m going to beat your filthy ass, cunt,” Ryan breathed.

“Like fuck, whore,” Riley growled.

She threw herself at Ryan, closing the distance between their lush bodies. Riley was enraged. She was determined to get her hands on this brunette rich bitch and fuck her up. Ryan was equally angry. She had not forgotten Riley’s assault on her and, as far as she was concerned, she barely started paying back the other woman.

The women’s bodies collided, their equally massive tits absorbing most of the delicious impact. They both immediately went for the other’s hair. They screamed in rage and hate as they dug their fingers into the thick locks and pulled each other around the deck. The rain made the wooden floor slippery and their bare feet struggled to find purchase. Both women freed one of their hands from the other’s head. Holding onto their enemy with the other, they began pounding each other viciously, going for stomachs and tits.

“You fucking cunt!” Riley snarled.

“Filthy slut!” Ryan shot back. She was done hiding her skills and strength behind a compliant act. The only thing between her and freedom was this blonde fucker and she was determined to beat this cunt into the ground. They kept punching and slapping, pulling each other around the deck in the rain, struggling to keep from falling.

Riley used her free hand to grab Ryan’s fist. A brief tussle and the women locked hand to hand, fingers intertwining. They released the other’s hair and were suddenly locked in a hand to hand, muscle to muscle battle to bend their opponent’s wrists back and prove themselves stronger. Riley had been sure she would win such a contest easily. Instead, she found herself straining against an enemy every bit as strong as she was.

Their bodies trembled, their bare feet slipped on the slick deck as they pitted strength against strength. This was not the best strategy but, somehow, both women sensed this was what they needed to do. At some point, maybe from the beginning, the fight had gone from being about Ryan escaping and Riley trying to stop her to something more primal, something about which of them was the better, stronger woman. Neither women could yet articulate this shift, but both sensed that their growing relationship was deeper than captor and captive.

Ryan and Riley glared at each other, their massive chests heaving with pants, their naked lower bodies glistening in the rain. Their nipples pushed out of the skin tight t-shirts like bullets, tenting the soaking wet material.

“You’re a fucking whore, Riley,” Ryan hissed.

“You’re a dirty little rich bitch, Ryan,” Riley snarled.

“Fuck you, cunt!”

“Fuck you, twat!”

Ryan slipped, her bare feet losing traction in a puddle. As she fell to her knees, one of her hands slipped free of Riley’s grip and she grasped the blonde’s drenched t-shirt and ripped it, nearly jerking it off the blonde’s incredible body. Riley was pulled down to her knees in front of Ryan. Snarling, the soaking wet women threw themselves into each other’s arms. Their arms wrapped around each other’s luscious bodies and they fell in an snarling, snapping tangle onto the deck. Instantly, their powerful bare legs twined and they began rolling back and forth in the water. The women’s t-shirts had long since ridden up to their waists so their lower bodies were completely exposed. Riley gripped Ryan’s naked ass and slapped the taut meat viciously. When she was on the bottom of their rolling catball, Ryan eagerly returned the favor.

The women tore at each other’s shirts. The cheap material, already weakened by being saturated with water, ripped under their fingers. Soon, the battling women were almost naked, rolling on the deck, their luscious bodies locked up, clothed only in the ragged remnants of their t-shirts.

Ryan managed to get her foot between their bodies and on to Riley’s stomach. With a grunt, she kicked the blonde away. Riley fell back on her perfect ass.

The women sat on the deck, facing each other, their tits heaving, their bodies nearly nude. Their legs were spread, displaying their aching, naked genitals. The sexual heat between them grew exponentially. Riley realized that her torn, tattered t-shirt was barely clinging to her voluptuous body. She stripped the ragged cloth over her head and tossed it away. She sat completely nude, her legs wide, facing the brunette bitch she hated so much.

Ryan wasted no time in following Riley’s lead. She stripped and threw her soaking shirt aside.

The women glared at each other from a few feet apart. Their naked bodies glistened in the rain. Their equally massive, perfect tits heaved with each panting breath. Their bare cunts faced each other, fuck slits pink and hot, challenging the other’s genitals.
The heat between Riley and Ryan was nakedly sexual. The erotic tension that had been building between them from the time they met was now boiling over, filling the women’s incredible bodies with unbearable levels of lust. Their mutual desire was tempered and strengthened by their shared hate.

Riley wanted to beat this bitch, she wanted to reduce Ryan to a whimpering, submissive cunt. She hated the over-privileged little fuck. Ryan wanted to crush Riley. She wanted the blonde whore to pay for hitting her, for trying to intimidate her, for trying to make her feel inferior and weak. She was going to break the blonde cunt if it was the last thing she did.

As they glared at each other, the women saw the other’s woman’s clit swell and grow, cresting their thick-lipped pussies. Their swollen, thick tits grew even thicker, harder, their engorged nipples ached with heat and tension. Both women knew what was happening. They smiled at each other, their mutual rage, hate and desire barely contained.

“Let’s settle this, cunt,” Ryan breathed. “Woman to woman.”

“Gladly, fucker,” Riley hissed. She began sliding towards Ryan on her ass, her body burning with lust and need. She was not entirely sure when this physical battle had become a sexfight but she did not care. Nothing would give her more pleasure than destroying Ryan with her cunt, with all the amazing assets of her incredible body, and that was exactly what she planned to do. She was going to show this beautiful rich bitch which of them really had the better body, the better sex.

Ryan slid forward to meet the blonde bitch. Her heart was pounding with anger and excitement. She wanted to feel Riley’s luscious body driving against her own, she wanted to feel the other woman’s cunt and clit down in her sex, matching her and struggling with her own sexual weapons. More than anything, she wanted to feel the blonde breaking against her, screaming in submission and spreading her legs in sexual surrender. This blonde whore thought she was hot shit. Ryan was determined to show this gutter tramp that she was willing to get down in the gutter with her and could do it even better!

The voluptuous beauties pushed up to each other, their pink, thick cunts aching and leaking with cunt juice, their massive tits on fire. Ryan reached out and grabbed Riley violently by the back of her neck; Riley eagerly returned the grip. The women felt the heat radiating off the other woman’s throbbing pudenda. Blue eyes and green locked, blazing with lust and hate. Silently, they signaled. Ryan and Riley pulled back their hips and, with a powerful thrust, slammed their ravenous cunts together.

Instantly, their mated genitals caught on fire. The women screamed and began ramming their wet cunts together over and over, their asses working furiously, their muscular hips driving like pistons. They slammed together again and again, then began grinding vigorously, keeping their cunts locked but trying to penetrate and seal together. Both women hooked a leg over the other’s hip, locking their bodies in place.

“Fuck you, fuck you, whore,” Riley gasped as she worked with all her power to lock herself into Ryan’s luscious body. Lust burned in her veins like acid.

“You whore, you dirty, fucking whore,” Ryan moaned.

The women’s throbbing clits swelled even larger, reaching their full size and tension. They crushed directly, head to head. A shockwave of pure ecstasy roared through the grinding women. They threw back their heads and shrieked in bliss.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!” Riley screamed, the pure pleasure almost more than she could take. She had never felt anything like this in a life filled with sensuality and she could not believe she was experiencing the most intense, pleasurable sex she had ever felt in her life with a black-haired bitch she hated so much.

“FUCK!! FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!,” Ryan shrieked. She had exactly the same reaction. The feeling of Riley’s cunt on her cunt, the feeling of their genitals merging and melting into one, of their ravenous twats sealing together in an unbreakable fuck bond -it was more intense than anything she had ever felt before, even in a life dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure. Riley’s cunt locked to her own twat felt better than anything in her life. It felt like their pussies were made to fuck and fight, like their clits were meant to fuse and merge.

Riley and Ryan fucked furiously, they ground their cunts together with all of their power. They pulled hair and gripped the back of the other’s head, holding them in place. Their glaring eyes tried not to break away but they often had moments when they had to throw back their heads and scream out in pleasure or close their eyes as a shock of pure joy radiated through their driving bodies. They pounded at each other relentlessly, their massive tits bouncing and jolting with every thrust, their muscular bellies rippling as their cunts wrestled. They leaned back and placed their hands on the slick deck, bracing their lush bodies as they drove themselves together with all their power, fucking frantically, desperate to overpower and possess the other woman. They placed their hands on the other woman’s lower thigh, the one looped around their hips, and ground mercilessly. Their pants and moans, screams and gasps, echoed in the night.

Fucking, fucking, fucking furiously, Riley and Ryan locked into the fork of the other woman’s delicious legs. Cunts sucked and fused, labia merged, hot suction formed. Their clits struggled within the hot fuck arena, pounding pure ecstasy into both women. They whimpered and groaned, each beauty desperate to hold on, to force the other bitch into a submissive orgasm.

The fucking went on and on, the pleasure built and built, until both women felt like bombs ready to explode, like dams that had reached their full capacity and could not last a moment longer. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, every muscle quivering with sexual tension and screaming for release, every nerve on fire with pleasure and demanding satisfaction.

“Cum, you dirty fuck, cum,” Riley gasped. She refused to be defeated by this black-haired fuck but, oh God, it felt good! The pleasure growing inside of her was so intense, so incredibly good, she did not know if she could last more than a few more seconds. But the prospect of being humiliated by the woman she was supposed to be controlling, the woman whom she thought she had already dominated, the rich whore who thought she was better than Riley… that idea gave the blonde just a bit more willpower to hold on.

“No, you cum, you cum for me, cuntlicker!” Ryan groaned. She refused to be humiliated, she would not let this blonde cunt beat her, not after all the filthy fuck had done to her. But, at the same time, the intense pleasure filling every muscle, radiating through every nerve- oh God, it was too much, it was just too much. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good and she did not think she could last much longer. Every part of her was throbbing, screaming for release.

In desperation, the women pulled each other in. Their massive tits crushed hard, nipples searing to nipples. They kissed furiously, angrily, for the first time. Their tongues twisted into hot, spitty knots, their throats worked as they sucked spit back and forth, anything to overwhelm the other bitch and push their enemy over the edge. Their taut bellies slapped as they undulated, thrusting with their hips, ramming their clits together, pushing sex horn to sex horn until the most sensitive, nerve-rich parts of their anatomies wrapped together and fused in a searing burst of heat and a convulsion of ecstasy. Riley and Ryan choked back screams and somehow kept going, kept holding in the impossible wave of pleasure until, finally, it became absolutely unbearable.

An explosion of unlimited erotic power detonated in the women’s interlocked clits, exploding through their perfect bodies like a hydrogen bomb of pure ecstasy. Shockwaves of unrelenting pleasure rolled through them in waves, cycling through their luscious flesh, building and building on each other, growing stronger with every wave. Every muscle in their luscious bodies tensed and released, burning with sexual power. Every nerve lit on fire, then radiated pleasure in waves of heat. Riley and Ryan screamed uncontrollably, at the top of their lungs. They fell onto their backs, their bodies writhing and undulating as they convulsed, grinding and grinding their cunts, bridging, arching their backs so high they looked like they might break.

The intensity of the pleasure was unbearable. The women screamed and howled, shrieking like banshees as they came over and over again, injecting streams of steaming hot ejaculate into the other. Cum spurted from their locked cunts, gushing into the air to splatter down on their straining bodies, before being washed away by the pounding rain. Some ejaculate entered the women, mixing and filling their vaginal canals like molten liquid, sizzling in their insides, joining them even more intimately and completely. Their nipples spurted, tensing and releasing as they squirted. They bucked and bucked, screaming and gasping, sobbing with pleasure. They began to jerk up and down, slapping their asses into the wet wooden floor of the platform, bridging, then slapping down again. They tried to drain each other of every drop of cum.

How long it went on, neither woman knew. All that Riley and Ryan knew was that they had fucked each other out of their minds, they had fucked each other senseless. They had given each other pleasure, pure ecstasy so much greater than what either woman had ever experienced before that it could not be compared to any previous sexual encounter.

For some time, the naked, voluptuous women lay insensate on the deck, their perfect bodies fused together at their cunts, their tits jiggling with every heaving breath, their bodies gleaming with the rain. Their hearts pounded and their clits throbbed and pulsed, locked and twisted into an unbreakable knot.

Finally, Ryan pushed herself up. She glared at the beautiful blonde who had reamed out her cunt so perfectly, who had made her cum like a fire hose, who had fucked her out of her mind. She hated the bitch. But a much more powerful part of her knew another, deeper truth: she wanted, she needed more. The fucking Riley had just administered to her could not be where it ended. They needed to keep fucking until only one of them could stand.

Riley pushed herself up to glare at Ryan. The women’s eyes locked. Like Ryan, Riley wrestled with the unbearable truth: what Ryan had just done to her was unbelievably good. She needed more. She had to have more. She had to fuck this bitch until the whore’s cunt gave out, until her body surrendered completely.

With a mutual groan, the women pulled apart. Creamy ejaculate gushed out of their separated twats until it was washed away by the rain. The women’s thick, massive tits jiggled aggressively. The blonde and the brunette stared at each other, their eyes hot with mutual hate and incredible lust.

“That didn’t settle anything,” Ryan grunted.

“No,” Riley agreed. “Are you ready for another round?”

“I’m ready when you are, cunt.”

The women glared.

“Let’s take this inside,” Riley snarled.

“Fine by me,” Ryan hissed.

Unsteadily, the beautiful, naked women got to their feet. Their pussies felt hot and hungry, ravenous for more of what they had just tasted. Their nipples pulsed with fever. Despite having fucked each other senseless, their bodies were primed for more.
Ryan knew that the hunger she was feeling was unprecedented. She had fucked many, many men and women in her life, but no one had ever turned her on or given her anywhere near the intense pleasure that Riley just had. It was like they were made for each other, made to mate and fuse their bodies together in a way that could only bring earth-shattering ecstasy.

Riley had similar thoughts. She could not believe what the fucking rich bitch had just done to her. But all that mattered now was getting more of it. All that mattered was fucking and fucking the bitch until she knew her place, until she was sexually destroyed and conquered by Riley’s superior cunt.

Staggering a bit, the naked, incredibly voluptuous women walked back to the factory door. They opened it and went inside. Riley made sure to lock the door again. She did not want anyone or anything to disturb what she and Ryan were about to do to each other.

To be continued: