PART THREE




A Fem-Fight Trilogy
By
Piers Knight




The sequel to ?An Arabian Night? by Piers Knight

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Back to the Beginning
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This sequel to ?An Arabian Night? sees the story return to where it all began, at Morgan Le Fey?s country mansion in the Welsh countryside to where Jenniver Roberts wanted? a Full Relocation? to for her Lacto-Fetish Bed and Breakfast Guest House business.

Jenni discovered that her soldier husband, Major Andrew Roberts, had been having a sexual affair with an attractive, busty, Iraqi woman, who was implicated in his murder in Baghdad. She went to Iraq to find out for herself and came face to face with the murderous woman. The brutal fight which ensued almost led to her own death.

Barely alive, Jenniver was rescued by the British army, but when her Nemesis, Myriam discovered that Jenni was still alive, she killed her bungling henchmen and laid plans to ambush Jenni in her home town.

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CHAPTER ONE

Myriam had been wrong to think that she had ruined Jenniver?s health. The women?s brutal fight to the death left Jenni?s life in the balance in a military hospital in Iraq. Her neck was virtually broken, Myriam, trained in combat skills told the barely conscious Jenni that she ?could have broken her neck outright, but didn?t because she wanted her to suffer?, expertly left vertebrae in Jenni?s neck dangerously displaced, - one wrong move of her head would have severed her spinal cord. Two vertebrae were cracked, again, had the broken bones moved just millimetres she would have been dead or crippled from the neck down. In addition, two spinal disks in her back were ruptured. As the hospital consultant said, ?This is the nearest a person could get to death without actually dying.?

Jenni had been exceptionally lucky that the car bomb she had been placed beside by Myriam?s thuggish henchmen had failed to detonate, and that the British military patrol which found her took her to the military hospital where she was treated by surgeons? expert in treating battlefield injuries. It was weeks before it was safe to move her, but the excellent medical treatment continued in the civilian hospital she was sent to in England. A complete recovery was not expected and she left hospital with a wheelchair and crutches. Ever the fighter, Jenni progressed pretty quickly from wheelchair to crutches, then from crutches to walking stick, then to a fitness regime which, within just a few months, restored her to near full health. It was still going to take a year or so to recover
fully, but this was such a good start it amazed her doctors.

Of the greatest help of all, of course, was the unstinting love of her family and her two young sons. The first time she heard them cry, her mothering instincts kicked in again and it was not long before she was lactating again and breast-feeding her children. While she was laid up, her boobs had begun to reduce in bulk, from an M cup to a K cup, she took a J cup bra by the time she began relactating. Her breasts were not as perfect as they once were, most of the scars caused by injuries to her breasts during her fight with Myriam would take a long time to disappear as healing continued, but the deeper ones had already formed into hard, lumpy scar tissue beneath the surface of her skin, but she was astonished at how resilient human breasts proved to be.
It was a gloriously sunny Thursday afternoon and Jenniver had taken her sons to enjoy the sunshine on Rhyl beach, the sunshine was quite strong for an early September day, as long as you kept out of the breeze. When she got home her next door neighbor was waiting for her.

?There was a foreign looking lady looking for you,? she said. A pang of adrenalin fuelled fear burned through her body. ?Did she say who she was?? Jenni asked warily. ?Don?t know dear, she just turned up in a taxi and banged on your door for ages!? -- ?The banging on the door was so loud I had to go out and tell her to stop and that you were out,? she said. ?Then she left on foot,? she added. ?She seemed pretty angry!? -- ?Oh. I almost forgot, she said she would be back this evening!? she concluded. ?Well, thanks Megan,? Jenni said as her mind started racing. She hatched a plan while her neighbor was talking. She handed a card with Morgan Le-Fey?s address on it. ?Can you tell her to meet me at that address tomorrow afternoon at four o?clock?? - ?I?ll be back home on Saturday.?

Jenni decided to take her sons to stay with her mother, and possibly stay there herself for a while. She took her children into her own house and collected a few necessary items, put her sons in a double push chair and began to carry out phase one of her plan.

Jenni telephoned Morgan later on that day from her mother?s house. ?Yes, I know you haven?t heard from me for a while,? Jenni said to the disembodied voice on the other end of the phone line. ?I?m still interested in buying your country house,? she said. ?It IS still for sale, isn?t it?? she checked. ?Good, good,? she said to the affirmative answer. ?Yes, only to the right person, - I know!? Jenni said irritably. ?You?re surprised I want to come back for another good kicking? Listen to me honey. When I want something I usually get it!!? Jenni held the phone from her ear as Morgan began yelling and cursing. ?Finished?? she said quietly. ?I?ll be coming round with a business partner tomorrow at about four o?clock, if that?s ok.? she said. ?You?ll like Myriam, - she has huge natural knockers, for an Arab cow!? she said to whet Morgan?s predatory, racist appetite. She could imagine the two huge breasted psychotic women tearing each other apart. Of course, she herself would help Morgan to defeat Myriam when the time came. ?Make sure Paul is there to watch, he?ll love it!? she concluded and hung up. ?Oh my God,? she gasped as she thought of her Machiavellian plan, ?This is going to be one hell of a fight!? -- ?Perhaps they?ll kill each other,? she mused.

Jenni awoke to a gloriously sunny late summer/early autumn morning. After her boys had finished taking turns feeding on her breasts, she began to prepare for ?the big event? of the day. She went through her daily fitness routine of weights and Pilates, uncertain of the reception she would get and uncertain of weather her body would stand up to yet another fight, perhaps two fights! She wanted no restrictive clothing; it was a warm day, so she decided to wear a floral dress over her pastel-floral JJ cup bra, no tights or stockings and pastel-floral briefs. She packed in her car a change of clothes including fresh underwear, jeans and a loose fitting top, anticipating that her flimsy clothes might not survive a bitch fight, her mobile phone and a standard issue police riot batten which a friend had given her after stealing it during a demonstration at the local steel works. She thought it might come in useful if things went badly. She also supposed that Myriam would have a concealed weapon, probably a gun, or a knife, and Morgan never carried any weapons, she was proficient in self defense and always fought with just her fists. Jenni was still a little disappointed that her boobs had shrunk from an MM cup to 38K, but her bust was still an impressive 54? rather than the 57? it had been. She looked at her profile in the full-length mirror, and thought she was still busty enough to intimidate Morgan.

Morgan, meanwhile, was musing over the reasons why that vicious bitch Jenni had apparently teamed up with an Arab business-woman. ?Did they intend to buy her mansion and turn it into an hotel, or were they both lactating cows intent on turning her house into a brothel? Or what?? Either way, both women were going to have to meet her usual challenge of Titfighting or cat fighting her for her son, Paul?s, pleasure. There was nothing that turned him (or Morgan) on more than a good female fight. The payment afterwards was fantastic sex, -- and Morgan lived for sex, -- the evidence being her three young sons still feeding from their mother?s enormous and productive breasts.

Paul?s dream come true was to have passionate sex with his own mother immediately after she had defeated another busty lactating woman in a vicious fight. Morgan had recently had her natural brunette hair tinted blonde again and styled into a fashionable feathered look, which suited her so much it made her look younger than her 48 years. She carefully chose a heavy cotton pale brocade dress with a daringly wide plunging neckline showing her entire 40MM 60 inch rack of enormous boobs. The dress was cut just below the knee, showing her trademark pale fishnet stockings, and designed to be worn with a brocade business tunic, to complement her hair and pale complexion. She looked a million dollars, but, as is her custom, she intended to strip should she successfully challenge these bitches to fight!

Myriam was not all that familiar with Wales. When she lived in England as a Cambridge student she lived in the south and generally preferred the bright lights of towns and cities to the quite gloom and early nights of the countryside. She had her A-Z book with her and marked the roads she must follow and sped her hired red Ferrari 360 Spider car to her destination faster than she had expected. Myriam considered what it was, exactly, that Jenniver Roberts was up to?! She suspected some kind of a trap. ?Was Jenniver in league with the fading Porn Queen, Morgan, in some kind of hare-brained plot to ambush her?? To be on the safe side she kept her 45 Glock lightweight hand gun hidden beneath her car seat where she could snatch it up instantly and a long bladed dagger beneath her dark red skirt strapped to her right thigh. Over her huge bust, Myriam wore a loose fitting, voluminous purple top, designed to disguise her huge bust, but it in fact had the opposite effect. Myriam parked up in a secluded leafy lay-by near her destination to wait to see if she could spot the arrival of that bitch Jenniver.

She saw Jenni as having power over her, because she could go to the International authorities any time she liked to reveal Myriam?s dirty little, subversive double-crossing plots to murder prominent American and British armed forces personnel and Iraqi politicians. If Jenni were to spill that information, Myriam would certainly be for ?the drop? *.

(* The hang man?s noose).

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CHAPTER TWO

That afternoon Jenni drove her small Fiat out of town, taking the A525 and A55 inland towards her rural destination and her showdown with fate. Her destiny lay ahead of her more starkly than it had ever done before, she felt doom bedeviled her, it hugged her like a darkly cloaked menace, it stifled her senses, tore at her common sense and innate kindness, supplanting a core of pure evil within her very soul. She was already doomed to Hell before she had even met Fate himself. Her foreboding was justified as she spotted Myriam in a bright red Ferrari lurking in a shaded lay-by just opposite the turning for the long narrow lane to Morgan?s mansion. Jenni fingered the hefty baton by her leg and wondered if she might have to use it on Myriam. She wondered if they would both even get to the house without going for each other! The danger would be when they parked. She could imagine Myriam dashing across to wrench her from her car and try to finish what she had failed to achieve in Baghdad.

Myriam?s car screeched to a halt alongside Jenni?s Fiat, kicking up the dust, and swinging her shapely legs from her car, slid her 5?10? body + high heels gracefully out, her 38K 53 inch tits swaying and swinging as she did so distorting her clinging top. She checked that she had put her loaded gun in her shoulder bag. ?The doctors have patched you back together well,? Myriam said as she leaned against Jenni?s car, glaring at her through her car door window. ?Yes, it just show?s that you?re not as good as you thought you were!? Jenni taunted her.

?I could have killed you easily,? Myriam said. ?But I did not because I had a bullet planned for you.? -- ?And here you are! --You thoughtfully walked right into my clutches, and I WILL kill you this time, but not before I?ve played with those luscious tits again!? she goaded lapsing into a tone as though she was talking to a baby.

?There are witnesses here. You dare not carry out your murderous threats here.? Jenni said as she got out of her car.

?It depends on why I am here,? Myriam said. ?So why have you brought me here? -- surely not for me to buy a property?? --?What are you, some kind of mad Estate Agent?? she said with deep suspicion.

?I have a ?friend? who is just longing to meet you,? Jenni said as the two women walked across the gravel drive to the front of the house. ?Actually, she thinks that you are here to take her house off her and she wants to fight you for it!?

?Is she insane? -- What fun!? Myriam said. ?Why would I want to fight the
mad cow??

?She wants to meet you because she is obsessed with big tits and she has
heard about yours and she wants to challenge you to a Titfight.? Jenni detailed.

?I prefer a proper fight!? Myriam insisted.

?You like mauling ?luscious tits,? -- Just wait until you see her boobs!? Jenni said as they reached the door nestling between two Doric columns, red ivy winding its way around one of them. ?She?s also quite a challenge, -- the same height as me, a good six feet tall.?

Morgan opened the door before either woman could ring the doorbell. She was taken aback at the sight of this beautiful, busty Arab woman; Myriam was equally taken aback by Morgan?s voluptuous body. ?I see you?ve come equipped to fight me,? Morgan said looking fixatedly at Myriam?s magnificent bust. ?You had better come in if you are serious,? she added.

?Well, now I?m here; yeah, very nice. I?ll have this place from you,? Myriam arrogantly said, looking around the hallway. Then she strolled into the main living room. Morgan followed behind her and stopping just a few feet from the door, waited for her to turn around.

?You have to earn the privilege. If you are woman enough to put your tits on the line, just try to take it from me!? Morgan malevolently rasped as Myriam turned to face her. ?Oh, is that so?!? Myriam said placing her hands on her hips and pointing her magnificent boobs at Morgan.

?Yes, that IS so!? Morgan said putting her hands on her hips and sticking her boobs out at Myriam. Myriam stared at Morgan?s massive boobs disdainfully, her lips peeled back in a sneer; you actually think that your tits are better than mine? You arrogant has-been,? Myriam laughed as she thrust her own boobs at Morgan?s and began walking slowly towards her. ?I don?t do pathetic little booby bumping tit fights, I fight for real and I?ll tear you apart, -- including your flabby breasts, if you insist.?

?Just try me, -- and you?ll soon find out that I can fight!? Morgan said in a low, threatening voice. ?Then once I?ve taught you a lesson, my better tits will destroy yours. ? -- ?To be honest, my boobs are better than yours simply because my Welsh Celtic tit meat is superior to your weak Arab tits,? Morgan asserted.

This incensed Myriam. ?You put your flabby English suet puddings against my strong, firm breasts and you will find out who the better woman is,? her velvet voice oozed insultingly. ?My fit, firm tits will tear right through your soft dough balls and rip them apart!?

?English?!? Morgan seethed as the two women slowly moved towards each other, their hands still on their hips. ?How dare you compare me to those soft Anglo-Saxon whores?!? -- ?Neither they, or you, - you Arab bitch, - would ever be able to beat my firm boobs!? -- ?You want firm, hard nipples? -- just check these out!? Morgan said as she walked her chest up against Myriam?s.

As their nipples touched an almost physical electric shock coursed through both women. The women glared into one another?s eyes for a few seconds, searching for weakness, then began pushing each other?s boobs with their own.

?Feel that firmness you stinking Arab bitch?!? Morgan growled as the breast shoving intensified.

?About as firm as a pair of sponge cakes my dear!? Myriam mocked.
Suddenly both women pushed their boobs together hard, mashing them fiercely, a loud grunt escaping both big women. I?m glad we are meeting at last Myriam hissed through gritted teeth into Morgan?s ear as their boobs tested each other for firmness and strength, ?because I am going to destroy your tits!? The women breathed hard as their boobs began mushrooming out and started to burst out of their bras. Everyone could see Morgan?s exposed rack mushrooming out massively, and the swelling mounds beneath Myriam?s top, threatening to rip through it.

Myriam began to drag her breasts to her right, savagely pulling Morgan?s pliable boobs. Morgan pressed even harder against Myriam?s chest and Myriam pressed back. Growls of effort snarled from both women?s grimacing mouths, their gritted teeth bared as their boobs harshly raked each other. Morgan lifted her arms to clamp them behind Myriam?s back and ground her boobs in a crushing Bear hug. Myriam responded and began crushing Morgan?s ribs and very soon neither woman could breathe as their double Bear hug crushed both women?s massive boobs.

?GnnnnuuuuuggggghhhaaaaaahhhhHHHH!!!? both women loudly chorused as they squeezed the breath out of each other. Myriam jumped back a step, her face a red puce, while Morgan, equally red in the face, stood and gloated with her hands on her hips. The two women stood gasping for a few seconds, not taking their hate filled glaring eyes off each other?s. ?I think I can beat you!? Morgan said contemptuously.

?As I said, once I?ve ripped your tits apart I?ll finish this bitch off,? Myriam said, waving a hand at Jenniver. ?We have unfinished business,? she said cryptically; ?Which I intend to finish, -- TODAY!? ?Oh, you won?t get the chance, because I have unfinished business with that bitch too and I?ll leave you both swimming in a pool of your own blood!? Morgan snarled. ?Stop!? Myriam commanded holding a hand up. ?What was that noise,? she said listening to Morgan?s three children upstairs starting to cry. ?Those are my babies,? Morgan said. ?Oh no!? she added quickly as she realized the danger she had put them in. Myriam raced for the stairs, taking them three steps at a time. Morgan dashed up the stairs as quickly as she could, her magnificent balcony of boobs swaying madly.

Lily livered Paul stumbled backwards from the door as it burst open and was amazed at the dark statuesque, busty beauty in front of him. ?Tell that fat boobed bitch mother of yours that I?m taking you all hostage while I kill Jenniver Roberts,? she demanded. ?Oh. No need,? she added as Morgan rushed through the door screaming ?LEAVE MY BABIES ALONE!!!? as she threw herself at Myriam. The Arab woman swatted the busty woman off her like a fly with a backhander across her cheek, which sent her flying across the floor to land in an ungainly heap.

Myriam slammed the door shut and turned the key. ?Or should I say, I?m going to watch my hostages while YOU kill Jenniver Roberts!? she said to Morgan who sat on the carpet rubbing her bruised cheek. -- ?But if you fail,? she warned, hoisting up her skirt and withdrawing her razor sharp double edged dagger, ?I will kill these four seeds of your loins,? she threatened as she grabbed Paul from behind and held the blade to his throat.

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CHAPTER THREE

Paul secretly quite liked being held against Myriam?s magnificent firm bosom. His erection rose quickly as he felt her hard nipples and firm sponginess of her breasts pressing against his back. ?Believe me BITCH!? Morgan spat. ?It will be a pleasure to kill that fucking cow, but then I?ll be coming for YOU!!!? she shouted as her temper (and voice) rose to fever pitch. Paul?s excitement grew as he imagined his busty mother fighting with this magnificent woman. ?No, you English loser. I will personally kill you! Your reward is that I will consider sparing your babies.

?THUMP!?, ?THUMP!?, ?THUMP!? startled everyone in the room as they heard Jenni try to kick the bedroom door open. ?I?m here for one of you bitches!? she shouted through the thick door, then resumed punching and kicking the door, setting off Morgan?s children crying. Morgan felt the maternal burning in her breasts as her glands began to respond to the urgent cry of her children, her areolas mounding up, her nipples thickening and extending, wet patches beginning to emerge through her clothing, -- and so did Jenni?s. Jenni wondered if Myriam was similarly affected, though she did not credit her with much capacity for emotion.

Myriam dragged Paul over to the door and as she wrenched it open Morgan tackled her from behind bringing her crashing down on the landing. Myriam was quickly astride Morgan and began trying to stab her breasts with her dagger. Morgan wrestled for her life, wrestling Myriam?s arms and trying to force the dagger towards Myriam?s body. The vicious wrestling resulted in the knife clattering down the stairs. Myriam began angrily punching Morgan?s face like a boxer. Blood splashed from Morgan?s split lip as she punched back at her enemy. A tirade of vicious punches making loud slaps emanated from the women?s faces. As Myriam increased her assault Morgan wrapped her arms around her neck and squirming and twisting to get out of the vice-like grip of Myriam?s legs, rolled both of them down the stairs. Their shoes flew off as they landed at the bottom of the stairs. Bruised and furiously angry, the women wrestled viciously on the floor ripping one another?s clothes to shreds as they fought. As they broke apart both angry women pulled off the remaining torn clothing, their bras coming off last, releasing their humongous boobs.

The women glared at each other?s magnificent bodies, each working out where to attack while Jenniver and Paul came down the stairs to watch the fight. Paul absolutely loved two things, Titfights and lactating tits and was obsessed with his mother?s big lactating breasts; Morgan loved Titfights too, and their passion was reciprocated and rewarded when, after the fight, he?d titty fuck her, his cock would instantly get hard again and he?d fuck her pussy raw, again and again, while Morgan encouraged and incited him. This was the reason why Morgan had three young children fathered by her son. Morgan would set up a Titfight or Catfight challenge and after goading and winding up her challenger, she would fight her to the finish. Her son Paul loved it when his mom attacked the other woman?s tits and even loved seeing the other woman claw his mom?s big juggs. The women were suppose to keep their hands behind their backs and smash their boobs together until one of them gave in, but in most of the fights, the girls would wind up pulling out their claws and turn it into an all out catfight, clawing at each other?s boobs.

There was no warning that the fight was restarting and Myriam just rushed at Morgan fast, smashing her boobs against Morgan?s with such a hard slam it almost knocked her down. Morgan tottered backwards, flailing for balance, her huge boobs bouncing, jiggling and swaying, the sudden pain in them both tearing through her breasts.

Myriam lunged forwards again, her huge boobs lifting off her chest and swinging through the air as she twisted her torso and smashed her boobs across Morgan?s so hard Morgan?s huge knockers were ripped sideways, hollows appearing in the thick flesh as it buckled under the blow and swung violently. ?You want a Titfight?! -- Here it is!!!? Myriam snarled. Morgan reciprocated with wide titty swings of her own, their breasts clashing so hard the women almost spun one another around, almost knocking them over, and at other times hitting each other?s boobs sideways so hard that they were almost wrapped behind their backs. In either event, their flesh collapsed where the offending breast hit it, distorting out of shape before bouncing violently and sharply tugging on the supporting breast ligaments before resuming its shape. The weight of the breasts hitting their opposing number was more than enough to cause bruising. As the battling women moved across the room, the invading yellow light of the setting sun through the windows, glinted on their sweating breasts, the scars of their previous breast fights showing clearly, claw marks, contusions, torn areolas, even their thick, excitedly erect nipples showed the ravages of former battles.

There was no talk, only womanly grunts, shrieks of pain and the sounds of battle as the women concentrated. There were no rounds, it was a fight to the finish or, as Myriam had made clear, a fight to the death. Angered by this woman, Morgan determined that she would defend herself to the death if necessary. Myriam incessantly pounded Morgan?s breasts mercilessly, their nipples slamming so hard into one another?s areolas that they quickly bruised and began to swell up. Determined to beat sharp titted Myriam, Morgan lifted her own tits with her hands so she could deliver more accurate and harder breast punches. Myriam soon realised her own disadvantage and did the same. The cries of dismay and pain exploding from these women increased to such intensity that both Jenni and Paul were visibly shaking.

The fighting women stood toe to toe just slamming their hand held boobs together, the blows made more dangerous by the fact of them being supported and reinforced, their bodies juddering as the heavy titty slaps ripped the air in the room, the thudding of the heavier breast blows as their dense and swollen breast meat pummelled each other, their rib cages reverberating in sympathy. The loud slaps of breast meat on breast meat left them reddened and swollen, the invading breast meat gouging into its counterpart physically damaging the milk glands, lobules, alveoli, ducts and sinuses equally, -- the injured glands forcing their secretions violently through the nipple.

Jenni and Paul watched wide eyed as they saw the women?s erect nipples gouging into one another?s areolas so frequently that their bruised tits began to ?weep? fluid from the ruptured contusions. Milk and lymph, often stained with blood dribbled from their injured teats. Their fat milk glands were clearly visible as large misshapen lumps as they swelled to twice their normal size. Their boobs were distorted out of shape by these glands as the fight relentlessly continued. Eventually, their now distorted boobs literally mashed each other until they were so soft they began to hang over their supporting hands. Their areolas were the only parts of their breasts which had seemingly not lost any integrity of their tissues as the glands near the surface of the flesh were so swollen they pushed their areolas into bruised looking mounds, and their nipples into red raw, rods of hard flesh

Tears of pain and womanly emotion at the ruination of their breasts poured down both women?s faces as they gasped and moaned with pain. Morgan?s bigger body juddered with each blow, setting cellulite in other parts of her body juddering and wobbling in sympathy. Myriam has put on some weight since hers and Jenni?s fight in the Babylon Palace Hotel room, so her extra body fat also moved uncontrollably, unlike her tits, which she was seeking to control by tensing and tightening her pectoral muscles for each slam. Both women were covered in sweat making their white underwear appear transparent, made worse by the fact that both women were sexually excited by their fight and their vaginal juice slicked their vulvas. But despite their pussies (Myriam?s shaved bare and Morgan?s with a thick bush) being on such graphic view, they had no choice but to continue to fight. Morgan?s cream coloured suspender belt had a couple of straps swinging loose where they had become detached from her now ripped stockings.

The strong odours of the fighting women permeated the room. The ruination of his mom?s tits had almost gone beyond what even Paul could stand and his face was ashen as he watched his fantastically busty mother being driven beyond her limit and the limit of her tough titty meat.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Jenni felt that her plan was unravelling; she had envisaged Myriam?s boobs being beaten to pulp by Morgan?s but the battle was virtually even as their breasts discoloured with bruises, swelling glands pushing out black blood blisters, rolls of cellulite balling up causing massive bubbling of their flesh. The only difference between Myriam and Morgan was that Myriam had trained herself to have more resistance to pain.

?Come on you fat ugly Welsh cow!? Jenni goaded Morgan in the hope of angering her and inspiring her to fight harder. Both women responded with harder and quicker breast slapping, punching and ramming. Gasps and moans fell pitifully from both women?s exhausted lips.

?Paul. Go and prod your bothers. Make them yell!? Paul looked at her puzzled, then he twigged, and despite the massive boner in his crotch and the consequent spreading wet patch of semen, he hurried upstairs.

The heartfelt yowling of Morgan?s children seemed to revive her, and with renewed vigour she fought back. A full letdown of her milk in both breasts began at the same time and the initial gushing fountain from her breasts was pink as the lactate mixed with blood from her injured glands, then squirted white as it continued. Myriam?s face was quickly covered in it as Morgan held her wrecked breasts up to fight with. The milk temporarily blinded her as jets of it shot into her eyes, which broke her rhythm. Morgan instantly took advantage of this and putting her left leg behind Myriam?s right leg, tripped her and pushed her backwards with her boobs.

Dropping her boobs, Morgan?s mammaries hung lower than before and swung wildly as she began kicking Myriam, laying into her brutally with her feet, kicking her ribs, tits, face and head. Myriam squirmed from side to side in her effort to escape, her arms protecting first her tits, then her head while her huge boobs rolled from side to side. Morgan let out a war cry and began stomping and grinding her injured tits. The sinus in Myriam?s right breast burst as Morgan ground her big tit using her full weight concentrated in alternate heels. Then a number of swollen milk glands burst as Morgan ground her foot deep into her breast. For the first time, Myriam let out a terrified and pained scream. ?I only wish I was wearing my stilettos!? Morgan snarled as she intensified her breast stomping.

?Do you mean these?? Jenni said as she picked up the cream coloured stiletto shoes from the bottom of the stairs and threw them to Morgan, who slipped one on a foot, continued to stomp Myriam?s breast with the other foot, then slipped her other shoe on. ?How do you like this you Arab BITCH?? Morgan said as she gored Myriam?s left breast with a stiletto heel. Blood squirted up onto her shoe. Myriam yelled out in pain then grabbed Morgan?s leg and twisting it with both hands sent the big woman crashing to the floor.

Morgan got to her hands and knees, her bruised, reddened breasts swinging back and forth, her long, fat nipples, swollen by the fight, almost brushing the floor. Then she rose to her knees. Reaching behind her own head she swept her wet hair back between her fingers. What a sight her huge breasts made as they stood out in all their battle scarred glory. Myriam?s injured breasts were in terrible pain, but she was o furious for the kicks Morgan had meted out on her while she was down that she scrambled quickly to her knees and threw herself at her with her hands grabbing her shoulders over the clavicles before the impact of her boobs a moment later flattened her big boobies. Myriam held her there and kept ramming her boobs with her own. The breath was knocked out of both women?s lungs as their boob flesh mashed each other. Despite her boob rack being so thick the ramming hurt Morgan so much that she began to go dizzy, but she swung her big knockers back at Myriam?s as hard as she could, catching her in the side of her left breast, tearing both tits across her chest.

Myriam?s targeted breast crumpled and dented as it ripped across her chest to collide with its sister boob; One of Myriam?s breast ligaments could take no more and tore. Her face went white with pain and shock and she involuntarily yelled out in pain as her right breast collapsed and hung to her waist. Morgan closed in to piston her right fist into her left breast as hard as she could, so hard in fact, it almost knocked her backwards! Myriam rocked forwards and crumpled to her hands, sobbing at the pain tearing through her breasts. ?BITCH!? she screamed as she rose to her knees and doubling her fist targeted a right hook at Morgan?s breasts, which swept across both breasts with a satisfying ?SMACK? as Morgan swayed to try to avoid the blow. Morgan gasped as both breasts erupted in pain as Myriam?s powerful hook found its double targets. Myriam shuffled forwards on her knees, left handedly grabbed Morgan by her hair and began to punch the tops of Morgan?s boobs repeatedly with her right fist. It was like punching Jello as each punch sank in with a ?SPLATT!? the boob flesh almost wrapping around her fist.

Even with her head wrenched sideways by the hair, Morgan was able to capitalise on having both hands free and used her fists alternately to pound both of Myriam?s tits like punch bags. Myriam?s ribs reverberated and bruised as

Morgan?s fists drove right through her breast flesh. Myriam suddenly shrieked as more glands ruptured from the punches. The pain ripping through her body made her let go of Morgan?s hair and adopt the technique of slamming uppercuts to Morgan?s sagging, swollen boobs. Morgan?s big fat orbs responding with a satisfying hard ?SMACK!? each time.

In return Morgan targeted Myriam?s collapsed breast, each punch to it making Myriam sick and dizzy and almost pass out from the pain. She took to slamming her fists directly into Morgan?s orbs. Morgan could take no more pain at this time and sat back on her heels nursing her breasts. Myriam took the opportunity to roll onto her hands and knees and began getting unsteadily to her feet. ?Get up and fight me!? she demanded. Morgan could only rock back and forth clutching her injured boobs, sobbing in pain.

?I said get up and FIGHT!? Myriam angrily shrieked, then throwing herself at Morgan, drove the big woman?s back to the floor and sat astride her abdomen from where she wound her fingers around Morgan?s neck and began lifting and banging her head on the floor as she throttled her. Seeing Myriam?s huge boobs swing back and forth above her, Morgan grabbed them with clawed hands sinking her fingernails in deeply. Myriam shrieked in renewed pain and intensified her throttling of Morgan. Morgan?s reply to this was to gouge her fingers even deeper into Myriam?s boobs and wrenching the heavy orbs all over, alternately up and down, pulled around in circles, being pressed together and wrenched from side to side, pulled the murderous bitch off of her and rolled her to her right.

Lying on her right shoulder, Morgan continued torturing Myriam?s boobs while Myriam continued to try to throttle Morgan to death. But the pain in her breasts became too much for Myriam and letting go of Morgan?s neck angrily reciprocated by grabbing Morgan?s boobs and started to try to destroy them. Each woman?s breasts were pulled and wrenched into all sorts of shapes. Morgan?s were restricted by the fact she was lying on her right boob, but Myriam took to pulling her areolas backwards and forwards in frustration, as though shaking her by her coat lapels, Morgan pushed Myriam?s nipples and entire areola structures backwards into her breasts. Myriam screamed and bit Morgan?s forehead. A gush of blood flooded into Morgan?s eyes and she withdrew her left arm and pistoned her fist as hard as she could directly into Myriam?s vulva.

Myriam gasped with pain and rolled onto her back, freeing Morgan to escape, which she did. Getting to her feet, Morgan grabbed Myriam?s soaking wet, long black hair and began hauling her to her feet and, getting her half standing up, drew her left fist back and punched her in the face, splattering her nose. Myriam flopped onto her ass. Morgan pulled her off the floor again by her hair and punched her between the eyes. Myriam flew backwards to collide against the heavy oak sideboard where she smashed her head.

?Give in, you vicious bitch before I kill you!? Morgan shouted. Myriam was not about to give in and, as groggy as she was, her head gashed on the sideboard, she got to her feet and lunged forwards swinging her right fist at Morgan?s head. Morgan found it easy to dodge this punch from a stunned woman and closed in, pistoning her right knee into Myriam?s cunt so hard she nearly lifted her off her feet. Myriam fell to her knees in front of Morgan clutching her bleeding cunt just as Morgan brought her knee up under Myriam?s chin, snapping her head back viciously and breaking her jaw ?? and hard enough to virtually break her neck. Myriam?s head rolled slowly forwards again, blood pouring from her nose and mouth, and apparently unconscious, her eyes rolled upwards as her body fell forwards as she crumpled face and tits down into the carpet.

The room was deathly quiet. ?Tie the bitch up Paul,? Morgan demanded; ?Then phone the police. I?m going to have her arrested once I?ve sorted my favourite punch bag out!? she said looking at Jenni.

?Now it?s your turn you bitch!? Morgan said. ?This is all your fault and I?m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget!? -- Jenni began to remove her light floral dress. ?I think you will regret this,? Jenni said as she reached behind herself for her bra strap. ?Ice, mom?!? Paul said as he came alongside her with a full ice bucket. Morgan lifted her boobs while Paul poured the ice over them to reduce the swellings to his mother?s boobs. Jenni observed that her areolas and nipples grew pert again very quickly.

Paul dropped some of the ice as he ogled Jenni?s huge shapely tits as she thrust her tits out to unclasp her bra, then stooped forwards to ease the garment from them. ?Watch what you are doing, you stupid oaf!? Morgan snapped.

Jenni?s firm boobs swung widely as she liberated the beautifully shaped mammaries. ?I wish I had a toady, obsequious little cowardly assistant like yours!? Jenni said. ?Look, you?re gonna lose. Your tits are so beat up they are not going to take any more punishment.? Jenni reasoned.

?Come on you coward!? Morgan goaded. ?Afraid I?ll beat you again?? Jenni recognised Morgan?s bravado and knew that Morgan knew that she would lose, but this was her obtuse way of carrying out her pact with Jenni on the conditions of the sale of her mansion.

?I don?t want another catfight, just a titfight, - my tits fighting your tits, the same rules apply as before; If I win I get to buy this mansion?!? Jenniver said. Morgan was silent for a minute, aware of the gravity of her previous commitment. ?Agreed, - same rules as before,? she finally said.

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CHAPTER FIVE

?But if YOU win it will be because of that Arab cow, so that will invalidate your claims on me and my property!? Morgan reasonably said. Excited by the fighting atmosphere and the strong scent of fighting women and their bodily fluids Jenni was determined to have her revenge against this powerful, big breasted woman and she readied herself to attack. ?Don?t you realise yet, you dumb bitch?!? Jenni said. ?I brought her here hoping that you would beat the dangerous Sow up, and you did.? ? ?Then I would more easily beat you because I figured that you would be too knackered to fight me!? Jenni concluded simply.

?Why, you conniving, underhand, scheming, evil cow!!? Morgan said, aghast, then launched herself at her enemy. Both women threw themselves forwards at the same time, their naked breasts flattening each other with a wet ?WHAP!? Morgan began twisting her torso straight away tearing Jenni?s boobs across her chest. Jenni felt her skin stretch painfully and a burning sensation sear through her flesh.

Jenni pressed her boobs in tighter to Morgan?s making sure her hard nipples and firm areolas dug firmly into her bruised breast meat. Every twist of Jenni?s nipples gouging into her orbs was agony for Morgan, Jenni knew this and pressed her advantage with evil intent. Despite this, Morgan wrenched her agonised boobs away from Jenni?s firm pressure from her even firmer tits, their

breasts dragged apart with a sweaty ?SSHHLLURRP!!? then they started to nipple fight, slowly grinding and flicking each other?s nipples and grinding them into one another?s areolas to cause pain.

Fighting for several minutes in an all out nipple fight, both women did considerable damage to each other?s nipples, especially the areolas. Their pebbly grease glands were rubbed raw, milk and grease leaked copiously from all four breasts, effectively oiling them and making the fight easier. Breasts rubbed, dragged and scraped across one another faster now and the battle increased in speed, intensity and ferocity. Unnaturally elongated and thickened nipples, almost resembling teats, their lactiferous sinuses contracting and pumping out their fluids, flicked apart from the crush, and they began jousting one another?s ?enemy? nipples aside. After 20 minutes both women?s nipples were red raw, chafed and swollen. Morgan changed the dynamics of the battle as she lined up her nipples with Jenni?s and mashed her entire areola and sinus structures deep into Jenni?s boobs with her own.

Jenni squealed with pain. ?Feel that? Huh?? Morgan said as she squirmed them deeper into Jenni?s flesh; ?Beaten up by that Arab whore, but STILL stronger than yours!? she boasted. ?No. Mine are stronger!? Jenni grunted painfully as she ground back. ?I?m surprised you can -- ?Uggghhh!!? -- feel anything at all -- after that fight!? Jenni gasped as, placing her hands on Morgan?s thick shoulders, she rubbed her hard nipples deep into Morgan?s areolas. ?Aaaagghh!!? -- My tits!!!? Morgan yelled as the pain ripped through the glands injured by the previous fight. Jenni figured that Morgan would not take much beating and just hurting her injuries might be enough, but that would not be a very satisfying personal victory. But this was not going to be an easy victory and both determined women, wrestling each other all around the room, fought brutally with their nipples, areolas and breast meat for another 20mins or so, making them sore and soft. Transferring their hands to around each other?s back they increased the personal stakes of their tit fight with a double Bear hug.

The sweating women crushed one another within their bear hug and they started heavily grinding one another?s boobs. Their breasts were dragged and pulled all around their chests causing burning sensations as their breast flesh stretched and pulled out of shape, milk leaked in great volume from Jenni?s breasts now, causing copious runs to the floor, ruining the carpet. Both women?s breasts suffered heavy damage with their heavy grinding.

The sweating women squeezed each other?s boobs to the consistency of tripe as they flattened them like pan cakes, their heads cheek to cheek over their shoulders. The women were grunting and groaning in desperation as their boob flesh pulled, tore, crushed and flattened each other.

As the fight went on Jenni could feel that Morgan?s boobs were getting much softer and were becoming less of a challenge, while her own were still pretty firm. Morgan could feel this too and to lessen the crush she started to rake her boobs across Jenni?s. Jenni reciprocated, their boobs pulling each other from side to side across their chests. Both women could feel their boobs stretch out during this phase, but Morgan?s bigger boobs stretched the most and more damage was done as a consequence. The women held each other in more tightly in an effort to minimise pain and injury as they fought, making the grinding, dragging and raking slower and much heavier, causing agony to both women?s breasts. At this point Morgan, sweating like a horse, pulled back, lifted her huge breasts on her hands and began whacking Jenni?s 54 inch boobs with her own, heavier, but more injured, 60 inch boobs.

The ?SMACK!?, after ?SMACK!?, after ?SLAP!? was truly breath taking. Droplets of sweat flew everywhere. Paul wondered how much more punishment these women?s tits could take, especially his mother?s bruised and swollen boobs. Foremilk, and sweat flicked widely from both sets of boobs, wide arcs of fluid flying around the room, droplets staining every surface, including the ceiling. The women literally beat each other backwards and forwards, the loud wet slaps of boobs slapping boobs exciting to all in the room, the women?s grunts and shrieks underlining their gargantuan effort. Holding their heavy boobs up to fight with, they were often off balance and consequently tottered and stumbled around the room crashing into the furniture. This also added to the sound of their fighting, enriched as they injured themselves and swore foully at each other.

As they stumbled, each woman dropped her heavy, sweat drenched boobs from time to time, and Jenni could see quite clearly that Morgan?s boobs had lost their firmness and integrity altogether and, what is more, they were completely dry of milk. Morgan had literally had the milk beaten out of her tits. Jenni?s continued to flick volumes of the white stuff at Morgan, almost in contempt! Gradually, Jenni noticed distant police sirens, getting ever closer, closer. ?You hear that?? she said. ?The police will be here soon.

At this point the women realised that they would have to stop their mutual booby destruction battle and they reluctantly drew apart, but their tense bodies still yearned to fight??

?If we had the time, I?d keep fighting and destroy your boobs altogether!? Morgan breathlessly rasped in her Smokey voice. The exhausted women put their hands on their hips and looked with satisfaction at the damage they had done to each other?s boobs.

?Believe me, you old Sow, I would like nothing better than to continue our fight so that I can destroy your tits as payback for what you did to me before? Jenni argued.

?Payback? ? You?re not gonna get payback, you fat titted cow, because I?m going to beat you to pulp again!!!? Morgan rasped.

They did not speak, but both women noticed that each other?s boobs were a lot softer, bruised black and blue, and red raw. Numerous bruises had split and were bleeding and some of their breast fat had been pulled out of shape and rubbed into lumpy balls, adding to the immense subcutaneous scarring. Their breasts were swollen and misshapen from the overall injuries and their subcutaneous glands, sinuses, ducts and milk glands were especially swollen. Some glands were ruptured causing bleeding from their nipples. Bruised, bloody swellings liberally dotted their breasts. Their areolas were swollen and literally rubbed raw.

It looked unlikely that the fight could continue in any event. ?I think we have both had enough,? Morgan said. ?Does that mean you give in?? Jenni asked. ?Give in? ? To YOU?!? Morgan snarled, insulted by the suggestion. ?Well, if you have had enough, it?s up to you! But my boobs can fight more if yours can.? Jenniver goaded. ?I want to prove whose boobs are better,? she said. ?Considering that my boobs have just had two fights, I think mine are best!? Morgan said.

?I?ve just beaten your boobs to sagging empty bags of flesh!!? Jenni hotly remonstrated. ?I think mine are best!? -- ?But as the police are on their way to arrest Myriam I have to say that if you want to Titfight me again I?m ready whenever you are!? she said. ?Ok. I?ll take you up on that.? Morgan said. -- ?Right after the police have gone!?

?Fine by me you monster titted Sow!!? Jenni said as she retrieved her clothes. ?Don?t you ever give up, bitch!? she added. ?Not while I breathe and my boobs are better than yours!? Morgan said. Both women went to get dressed, taking care to wear something loose over their swollen breasts. Gradually, the distant police sirens got closer and closer, until everyone heard the tyres of the cars scrunching the gravel.

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CHAPTER SIX

Half an hour later Myriam was carried out of Morgan?s house, -- strapped to a stretcher wearing a neck brace and a head cradle and taken to a local hospital. In her final angry blows Morgan had beaten the woman almost to death. She had serious internal injuries caused by the ?uplifting? blow to her cunt, a broken jaw and a broken vertebra in her neck caused by Morgan?s final blow to her head. ?Well, she did try to kill me,? Morgan said in her own defence. ?Did you see the way the policemen were looking at our loose boobs under our tops?? Jenni said.

?I think we just made their day!? Morgan said. ?Ok; you?ve rested and now my boobs are gonna flatten your tits like chicken breast Schnitzel,? she rasped. ?My boobs will pound yours like a meat mallet!? -- ?I intend to put my second challenger in hospital today,? she added gleefully. ?I?m sooo looking forwards to finishing this fight. I?m really looking forwards to destroying your fat boobs,? Jenni said.

Paul sat on the sofa while the two stark naked Amazons began circling, their arms held out like a wrestler?s, their ravaged, battle scarred heavy orbs swinging freely like large basket balls stretching their breast flesh. ?This is about who has the best tits,? Morgan said, ?Let them fight it out!? Then, with a guttural cry, both women suddenly threw themselves at one another, their boobs crashing against each other?s with a sweat soaked ?SHLAPP!!!? Their arms clapped

behind each other?s backs and their hands reached up to begin furiously pulling on one another?s hair, while their ravaged swollen breasts sank into each others. Their breasts ground and wrenched each other around on their chests, their breast meat contorting and mangled into all sorts of incredible shapes as they ground and twisted together. The women screamed in pain, then again as they tore at one another?s hair, but below the waist, both women pounded their pubic mounds in frustration at each other?s.

Cries of pain were torn from each woman as their breasts pulled, twisted and stretched, their already injured breast glands aching and erupting in pain as their injuries were exacerbated. Blood ran from the reopened split bruises and nail marks on their breasts and ran down their torsos and thighs, while sharp cries of pain burst from the women?s throats every time their Vulvas clashed. Locked in this deadly embrace, the two women spun each other around the room, colliding with the furniture and thrusting their pelvises at each other?s as hard as they could as they did so. Growing dizzy, the women finally lost their balance and crashed to the stained carpet.

The women broke apart and got to their knees, their big boobs swinging as they did so. Both women were breathing heavily, each wondering just how much pain the other could stand; and with good reason, they were both plotting the same desperate course of action. Moving towards each other on their knees they grabbed each other?s boobs and each woman tried to pull her enemy?s tits towards herself, leaning backwards as much as possible. Both women were shrieking and squealing as they stretched each other?s nipples, areolas and heavy breasts out by inches and began twisting them for all they were worth.

They were almost tearing each other?s nipples off one minute, then driving them backwards deep into their breast meat and dense ball of glands and fat the next minute almost rupturing their big fat glands, all the while their claws dug into one another?s boobs leaving bleeding punctures and tears in their areolas. Their screaming and shrieking was almost deafening as they inflicted unspeakable pain on each other?s tits.

The boob mangling ground on with the women pulling and pushing each other?s nipples in and out of their bleeding areolas, wrenching them in all directions squeezing and pulling them out of shape, working each other?s boobs hard in their hands, making them redden and swell to twice their normal size, with every inch of their breast flesh covered in bruises.

Each woman looked down at her hated enemy?s boobs as she twisted and pulled them into all sorts of impossible shapes and directions as hard as she could. Morgan?s breath was coming in short harsh breaths, her voice showing

constant pain, ?God it HURTS!!? Morgan gasped almost tearfully. ?Got to stop!? ? ?Oh God! ? Oh God!! ? Oh my God!!!? she gasped, her voice starting to shriek, giving no indication for Jenni to stop. In fact, although Jenni was in pain too, she decided that she was not going to stop! Instead, she tightened her grip and crushing an areola virtually flat, wrenched it right over. ?AAAGGHH!!? Morgan yelled as her sinuses were crushed, blood seeping from the fresh nail punctures in the areola ?

?Still got the toughest titties have you?? Jenni cruelly mocked her.
?I have!!!? Morgan tearfully asserted, ?
?WHO has?? Jenni hissed between angrily clenched teeth as she tightened her grip and slammed Morgan?s nipples and entire areola structures back deeply into her breasts. An ugly ?THUMP!? emanated from Morgan?s ribs as Jenni?s fists tore into her Pectoral muscles accompanied by an almost unearthly scream of pain.

Morgan could not escape or be knocked backwards as her spread knees effectively anchored her to the floor.

?I HAVE, YOU STINKING BITCH!!!? Morgan yelled as she twisted Jenni?s nipples clockwise and counter-clockwise simultaneously before ramming them backwards into her thick bundle of glands.

?UUUUGGHHH!!? Jenni gasped as she felt a lactiferous duct burst. Staring hard with contempt into her torturer?s eyes Jenni tightened her grip on Morgan?s nipples and pulled them sharply towards herself, actually tearing the muscle fibres anchoring the nipple into the areola; the tearing fibres and glands caused both sinuses in both breasts to rupture.

Pink, blood stained milk oozed out of both breasts. ?Who?s got the best tits?? Jenni seethed as Morgan screamed. ?Not you!? Morgan painfully gasped, a rasping pain evident in her voice as she suddenly yanked Jenni towards her by her tits, forcing blood from her burst duct through her nipple.

?YAAAGGHH!!!? Jenni screamed and angrily pushed Morgan?s nipples back in as hard as she could, with a ?SCHLOP!? sound, crushing most of Morgan?s lobes and alveoli deeply into her mammary structure and back into the Pectoral fat pads cushioning her breasts. Morgan screamed in agony. But still Jenni did not stop; she used her weight to push Morgan over onto her back, and still gripping her stretching tits, tore Morgan?s nipples out again as far as they would

go, -- a full three inches would not be an exaggeration, -- then she rammed them back into her swollen breasts for the second time, even harder than before. This time her hard knuckles penetrated the weakened connective tissues and smashed into Morgan?s Pectoral muscles. The harshness of this blow was reinforced by the fact of the wooden floor beneath Morgan?s back, and even the floorboards reverberated.

Jenni secured her legs either side of Morgan and continued to pull and twist her entire areola and nipple structures as ?teats?. Morgan was still gripping Jenni?s nipples and she twisted and pulled her areolas out from her breasts as far as she could. Jenni squealed as they stretched beyond bearing. Then Morgan was left gasping and screaming as Jenni rose to her feet, stood astride her and started to pull the older woman?s back off the floor by her stretching nipples. Morgan?s smooth areola muscle fibres began to tear from her nipple, she screamed and her head rolled back into the vacant air behind her head.

Morgan tightened her grip on Jenni?s big fat areolas as teats in an effort to pull herself towards Jenni by them in order to lessen the pull on her own ?teats?. Jenni shrieked and changed her method altogether. Dropping Morgan?s bloodied tits, Jenni then dropped her torso, tits first, onto her chest. With the benefit of her weight behind the slam, Jenni knocked the breath out of Morgan, who gasped as her lungs emptied.

?How do your poor stretched titties feel now that I?ve ironed them for you?? Jenni quipped.

Morgan said nothing, but reached up to maul Jenni?s tits. Grabbing her areolas, slick with milk and blood, she wrenched them from side to side. Jenni repaid her in kind by clamping her hands over both of her boobs gripping them in her fingers and palms, crushing the firm breast glands as hard as she could and like Morgan, wrenched her boobs from side to side. Both women screamed as their breasts pulled and stretched.

Morgan was still gripping and twisting Jenni?s tits as Jenni dropped Morgan?s tits and positioned her knees either side of Morgan?s legs. Then placing her hands on the floor, tightened her forearms against the outsides of Morgan?s huge knockers so as to squeeze them together, her nipples pointing upwards. Gasping, purple faced, ?Bitch!!!,? was all Morgan could utter just before Jenni dropped the full weight of her torso, -- her breasts slamming directly into Morgan?s taut breasts.

Morgan grunted as Jenni?s boobs smashed against her tautly held boobs; the resilience of these breasts thus achieved would be tested to near destruction with Jenni?s considerable weight behind each slam.

As though doing a bizarre form of press-ups, Jenni dropped the full weight of her chest against Morgan?s boobs, forcing her tits to pound into Morgan?s over and over and over again. Both women shrieked with each slam as their tits flattened against each other, Jenni partly in aggression and partly in pain, and Morgan entirely from pain and despair: Morgan?s injured glands had nowhere to go as Jenni repeatedly slammed her boobs into Morgan?s firmly held boobs. Morgan?s hands eventually dropped from Jenni?s tits as she could no longer compete.

Paul was almost beside himself with excitement as he watched Jenni?s naked ass rise every time she slammed her boobs into his mother?s, and dreamed what he would like to do as he hungrily watched Jenni?s wet labia flicking open and shut, her vulva forming a desirable bulge, her huge milky tits, marbled with swollen veins, swinging wildly every time she rose to slam them down against his mother?s breasts.

?This is to prove that my breasts are better than yours? Jenni breathlessly said, her sweat dripping in vast quantities onto Morgan as she slammed her breasts against Morgan?s even harder than before. Morgan grunted and screamed as she felt her milk glands burst. ?You fucking bitch!? she breathlessly shrieked as blood ran from her nipples.

Jenni ignored Morgan?s cries and continued her breast punishment. Gasping in desperation, Morgan complained of chest pain. Jenni dismissed her as ?playacting?, then Morgan began gurgling as she had trouble breathing, her neck veins became enlarged and began to stand out like cables, rivalling the swollen injured veins in her breasts. Her head going dizzy, ?Stop!? Morgan finally managed to yell. ?I think I?m having a heart attack!?

?Good!!? Jenni shouted. Then she realized that if Morgan died not only would she be in serious trouble but Paul would inherit. Paul was already panicking and phoning for an ambulance.

Jenni sat back on her heels and swept her wet hair back with one hand, and, in observing Morgan, noted her purple face, enlarged veins, trouble breathing and the left side of her chest failing to rise as she breathed. As the ambulance was on its way Jenni sat on the edge of the sofa for a while nervously watching Morgan, then went to get dressed.

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The Paramedics said that Morgan actually had a broken rib, which had caused a collapsed lung, a ?Pneumothorax collapsed lung? to be precise. They were aghast at the black and blue swellings of her injured blood stained breasts. They said it was more consistent with car crash injuries rather than a consensual sporting fight. Jenni watched her strapped to a red canvas stretcher and lifted into the ambulance and as soon as Jenni knew that Morgan was not going to die and that she was not going to sue or prosecute her, she showered and left for home. So had she won the mansion or not, she wondered? Somehow, she doubted it, but as she had completely ruined Morgan?s breasts she did not see how Morgan could continue to challenge her.

Later that evening the TV news reported that a dangerous International terrorist had been captured after being seriously injured in a fight, and how she had held a family at gunpoint and knifepoint, had taken the children hostage, attacked two women in the household and was eventually overpowered by one of them, who suffered a broken rib and collapsed lung during the fight. As a picture came on the screen of Myriam?s head in the cradle and her face in its freshly beaten up state, the reporter said that she was a renowned terrorist responsible for many bombings throughout Iraq and in the West and was wanted for the murder of several American and British Servicemen as well as some Iraqi politicians and a few unexplained local murders. She was likely to be deported back to Iraq for trial, where she was likely to face the Death Sentence. ?So, what kind of a day did you have visiting your friend in the country?? Jenni?s mother asked as she put the plates of food she had cooked on the table. ?Oh, nothing special really,? Jenni said. ?Just doing my bit for the safety of the world,? she said with her typical black humor.

?That?s nice dear,? her mother absent-mindedly said.
?I think I?ll take the boys? home tomorrow if that?s ok with you mom,? Jenni said. ?Things are a bit too quiet away from town.?

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[h=Addendum]2[/h]
A few days later, Jenni received a letter from Morgan?s Solicitor?s in the mail. At first she worried that Morgan had decided to sue her for causing her severe injuries, but, casting worry aside, she opened it, and what she saw surprised her. Jenni could hardly believe it, and read the letter twice. It said that Morgan Le Fey had decided to accept Jenniver Roberts? offer to purchase her grade II listed mansion and could she meet them to finalize the agreement? By the end of the day she was the owner of the mansion and she phoned her landlord to say that she was going to move out of his property and give the keys back. Jenni?s nightmare was over!

Author?s Disclaimer.

This story features incidental cultural conflict between Muslim culture and British culture. No offence is intended to either culture by implication of the fictional stereotypes. The author accepts that the story might represent an aberration to both cultures, but in the interests of the spirit of the story a visceral realism is attempted by the author. This is a work of pure fiction so any similarities to anyone alive or dead, or any situation, real or imagined is purely coincidental. My grateful thanks are due to those beautiful Titfighting Catfighting and Boob fighting ladies whose advice is and has been invaluable.


Piers Knight