Not What They Seem

[Catwacher]

How can I refuse a request from our forum leader MikeJV? And this also satisfies a request from Banesinger.

Enjoy all!

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Not What They Seem
by Catwacher

I wrote this several years ago at the request of a friend. Due to illness, she is no longer with those of us who cared for her. But we know we'll meet again some time in the future. Here's to you sweetheart, you are loved and missed.


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I walked out of the building just as Conni's car pulled up. After easily sliding in to the passenger seat, I closed the door as my best friend manuevered the vehicle back in to traffic.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, asking, "So what's the big surprise that's got you so excited?"

Conni wasn't the only one in the car who was excited. Whenever my hazel-eyed brunette got decked out in a leather miniskirt and knee-high boots, my blood pressure got elevated. Usually in a certain area. I squirmed a little in my seat trying to relieve the pressure from my pants restraining my now erect cock.

"Jane and I are finally going to have it out," Conni said. The edge in her voice was easy to hear. The office tramp had made some moves on Conni's boyfriend three weeks ago at a party, and the bad feelings between the two women had been building ever since.

"Now? Tonight?" I stammered, picturing my lovely friend trying to destroy her blonde rival.

Conni laughed in just the right way. Teasing me. She's gorgeous.

But I knew she meant business. The nipples on her pert 35-inch tits stood erect, a sure sign she was gearing up for a fight. Just gazing at her C cups for more than a second added to the discomfort in my crotch.

"And get this," she said as she turned the car towards the waterfront. "We're fighting in an abandoned gym." She looked at me and smiled.

My first thought was, "Gabriel, you fucking lucky bastard!" Her swarthy boyfriend was a stud, but, in my opinion, he was on the road too much. This fox needed loved every day.

My second thought was, "Oh God. She's fighting with no restraints this time. She's so hot!"

I actually had to physically move my now throbbing dick to a somewhat more comfortable angle. Of course, Conni noticed.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered, "You like this, huh?"

All I could do was mutter, "Yes. But you be careful, sweetheart!"

The foxy brunette smiled and replied, "LeeAnn asked to act as the referee. Good thing, too. That means someone will be able to call that blonde bitch an ambulance when I get through with her."

LeeAnn was one of my friend's co-workers. Redhead. Built about the same as Conni. Another damn fox. I feared the blood would drain from my brain to feed the animal between my legs.

After the car pulled to a stop beside an old delapidated building, Conni shut it off. She looked over at me, those gorgeous eyes dancing in the light, and grabbed my hand.

"You can NOT interfere, my dear old friend. No matter what happens. Understand?"

How could I refuse this beauty anything? I told her that I would do as she asked.

We exited the car and, with her taut nips in the lead, and my swollen groin following, walked inside.

I followed my dear friend in to the ruined building. After threading our way through debris, we came to a large room. There, lit in a soft white light, was a very old ring.

Standing beside the ring were two women.

I knew the redhead to be LeeAnn, one of Conni's oldest friends. She was a fox as well, her build an almost carbon copy of my lovely friend's. Decked out in tight jeans and knee-high black boots, LeeAnn looked sexy as hell. Completing her outfit with a tight sleeveless t-shirt, and it was easy to see that underneath it she was braless. Her round 36C tits obviously didn't need a bra.

My cock was trying to rip the front out of my pants to get free.

Jane stood next to the redhead, and the blonde was a looker. Actually, drop dead gorgeous was a better description. She stood a few inches taller than Conni, close to 5-9. The sexy blonde easily packed about ten more pounds on her frame than her brown haired rival. I couldn't help but notice that she obviously sported a couple more inches on her chest, too. Her arrogance was evident just by her posture. This was a woman who took what she wanted.

As per their arrangements, the blonde was dressed exactly as Conni: black knee-high boots, black leather miniskirt and white blouse.

Jane noticed us first. "Who's the guy, Conni?" she hissed, "Did you bring your own paramedic to revive you after I choke you out?"

"He's a friend," my lovely friend growled in return. "You know," she cooed, "those people you can't keep because you keep sucking their men's cocks?"

As we came up to the pair, Jane slid around behind me, her hand rubbing down my arm, then across my lower back. "He's got a nice, tight butt," the blonde whispered huskily as she squeezed one of my cheeks. She walked back around in front of me and looked me straight in the eye.

"After I mop up the ring with your girlfriend, you'll be a nice little victory fuck, baby," Jane said.

"She's not my girlfriend," I replied, trying to hide my erection.

No way blondie was going to miss it though. She grabbed it and gave my schlong a healthy squeeze. "Sure baby," she said with a smile, "remember that after I finish her off, and after you've fucked me hard, and while I jack your hot load on to her face!"

The blonde never saw Conni's backhanded slap until it connected on her cheek. "Fucking slut!" she hissed as she advanced on Jane.

LeeAnn jumped between the two hellcats. "Enough!" she screamed.

Both women eyed each other with a raw hatred I'd never seen in person. The redhead ordered me to sit in a chair at ringside. As I complied, all three women got in to the ring.

LeeAnn still stood between the blonde and brunette, blocking them from getting their hands on each other.

"Gabriel told me you grabbed his cock at the party, bitch. I'm gonna break that hand!" Conni growled.

Jane's reply dripped with the contempt she felt for my lady friend. "When he comes back from France this weekend, I'll be riding that big, hard cock while you're in the hospital, cunt!"

LeeAnn told them both to remove their tops. As each woman unbuttoned her blouse and doffed their bras, the redhead outlined the rules.

"You're both excellent catfighters, each having numerous victories to your credit. With that in mind, I've come up with an alternate form of combat that you're both going to love."

By this time, both Conni and Jane stood topless in their short skirts and boots. Two pairs of nipples stood erect on two pairs of firm and proud tits. Both women eyed their rival, sizing her up and finding her wanting.

LeeAnn handed both females a pair of black leather driving gloves. Jane smiled as she donned hers, seeming to enjoy the tight feel of the leather on her hands. I knew that Conni was no stranger to these types of gloves, having personally given her a similar set with the fingers free. She loved to tell me how she used them in her catfights.

The redhead finished her instructions.

"You two want to fuck each other up so bad, then a fist fight is the best way to do it! Two minute rounds, followed by two minute breaks. I'll second both of you as best I can. The fight ends with a knockout."

Jane smiled wickedly as she flexed her leather-covered hands, and said, "Find a comfy place to fall, cunt. It won't take long for me to punch you to sleep!"

Conni smiled right back as she pulled her gloves tight and replied, "I hope you have a good plastic surgeon, bitch. Your face is gonna need a lot of reconstruction after these fists get done!"

As they seperated, Jane muttered, "On second thought, I'm not gonna make this quick, honey. I'm gonna spend all night beating you to a pulp!"

Conni smiled as she backpedaled, hissing, "Talk now, slut. Tomorrow you'll be sipping your meals through a fucking straw!"

LeeAnn had one warning for me as well. "You will NOT interfere. NO MATTER WHAT! Understand?"

With my cock a steel lump in my pants, I agreed.

The two combatants stood in opposite corners and LeeAnn clinked the old bell at ringside.

The destruction began.

I watched Conni and Jane advance from their corners, both beauties intent on destroying the each other. I watched my brown-haired friend take the initiative, swinging a right fist aimed for the blonde's mouth.

Jane was good, though. She blocked the punch and returned fire with a punch of her own. Conni easily deflected the blow with her left arm.

Both warriors were patient, swinging punches and blocking them, waiting for their opponent to make a mistake as they circled each other.

Conni missed with an uppercut, and while she had her arm extended fully, her blonde rival slammed the toe of her boot up and under my friend's short skirt. Jane stood there, fists clenched by her side, and watched Conni fall to her knees. My sexy warrior woman hit the mat with both of her gloved hands locked in to her crotch.

LeeAnn screamed, "Hey!" and advanced towards the combatants.

Jane grabbed the brunette's bangs and tilted her head up. Conni's face displayed the agony she was experiencing between her legs. Her blonde enemy smiled as she slammed four measured punches in to Conni's face, two each to the nose and mouth.

LeeAnn stepped between them. Jane backed away as Conni wobbled on her knees.

"I said this was a fist fight Jane!" the red-haired referee snarled.

Jane shoved the woman to the side as she replied, "I did use my fists." Conni looked up, just in time to see the blonde's knee explode under her jaw.

"UGGGGGHHHHHHH" my lovely friend groaned as she hit the canvas on her back.

Jane stood over her, smiling. She looked right at me as she told LeeAnn, "This is a fight to the finish. ANYTHING goes."

Jerking Conni to her feet by the hair, the blonde hissed to LeeAnn, "You're here to keep the time and maybe keep me from killing this stupid bitch!"

Conni was on her feet. Her mouth and nose trickled blood. It was obvious that the blonde was as good with her fists as she was in a catfight. I prayed that Conni's constitution was up to the punishment the blonde bimbo could dish out.

Jane slammed a right cross to Conni's chin, then ripped the same fist across her cheek backhanded. The brunette staggered, but gamely stayed on her feet. Jane whipped a punch in to Conni's guts, right on the navel. As the brunette bent over, the blonde stepped lightly to the side, lined up her fist, and rifled a solid straight right to Conni's nose.

My friend's head was blasted to the side, and I swear our eyes locked for a split second. Conni was in pain. She was in agony. With blood now pouring from her nose, she hit the mat on her knees again.

I wanted to fly to the ring. I wanted to help her, stop this insane massacre. Part of me was shamed at the raging hardon in my pants. Raging from the excitement of watching my friend take a vicious beating.

Jane reached down again and yanked her rival's head and torso upright. Conni finally got in a punch, slamming her gloved right fist in to Jane's stomach.

The blonde smiled again. I knew then that Conni was in trouble.

As the bell sounded, the toe of Jane's boot pierced in to the exposed pussy of her opponent. Conni screamed. The blow must have slammed right in to her clit.

Jane released my friend's hair and let her fall over on her face to the dusty mat. As LeeAnn passed her on the way to Conni, the blonde said, "Get that cunt fixed up for the next round, honey. I'm getting horny beating her."

As the redhead helped Conni to her feet, Jane easily slid out of the ring. She walked over to my seat and dropped to her knees in front of my me. Looking up at me with a wicked smile, the topless blonde undid my belt and freed my swollen cock.

"I've got a couple of minutes. What do you say we put them to good use?" Jane cooed.

As LeeAnn worked to fix Conni up enough to answer the bell for round two, the sweating blonde warrior sucked my cock like the professional she was. Conni's blood was on the glove the blonde was using to pump my dick while her mouth worked its magic.

I caught a glimpse of LeeAnn talking to Conni as she cleaned the blood off the battered brunette's face and tits. I couldn't make out any of the conversation, as my mind was filled with the raw pleasure emanating from between my legs.

Jane was a fantastic cocksucker!

"Cum for me, you son of a bitch," the blonde hissed as she sucked and pumped my hardon with her bloody gloved fist.

"Nooooooo," I moaned, determined not to let this bitch have the satisfaction of getting me to cum for her at the expense of Conni.

"Thirty seconds Jane," the red haired referee yelled from the ring to the kneeling blonde bimbo.

With a delicious "SMAACK!", Jane's lips popped off my dick. As she rose to her feet, she smiled down at me and, while pulling her right glove tighter over her fist, said, "You'll bust after this round, my stubborn stud. If I don't kill your little friend, I'll be riding on that hard cock between rounds. Then I guarentee you'll cum!"

The big blonde rolled in to the ring a few seconds before the bell rang. Conni was standing, and she advanced quickly to meet Jane in the center of the ring.

LeeAnn had done an excellent job patching my brown-haired friend up. All of her efforts went out the window within thirty seconds, however.

Conni stood toe to toe slugging it out with her blonde nemesis.

The punches came fast and furious, both women scoring wicked punches to each other's face, tits and guts. Conni tried to even the cunt damage as well, lifting her knee in to Jane's crotch. The blow only caught her enemy a glancing shot, however. And the blonde made Conni pay immediately.

Jane's right fist smashed across the brunette's chin, staggering her. I moaned, "Oh God!" seeing Conni wobbling punch drunk. The blonde wiped away the blood trickling from her nose and lips, then smiled as she looped a wicked low punch in to my brown-haired friend's leather skirt, just above her pussy. As Conni began to sink to her knees, Jane's next punch almost took her head off!

A wicked "CRAAAAAACK!!!" echoed in the old building as Jane almost broke my friend's jaw with her fist. I leaped from my seat to ringside in time to see Conni land spread-eagled on the mat, her skirt riding high on her hips.

LeeAnn, stunned by the raw savagery of the blonde's punch, didn't move for several seconds. Jane took full advantage of her lack of action, dropping her right knee, with all her weight, directly in to Conni's wide-open black-panty-covered pussy.

The redhead grabbed Jane's right arm, stopping the blonde from landing a sure finishing punch to Conni's face. "Get off her, NOW!" LeeAnn growled.

Jane, smiling broadly, rose slowly, then backed off a few steps. The referee began the ten count.

Conni, ever the sexy warrior, struggled to her feet by the count of nine. I heard LeeAnn ask her if she wanted to continue, and the battered and bloody brunette nodded.

As the referee backed away, Jane charged in, smashing Conni in to her corner body-to-body. I could hear the air whoosh out of my friend as she impacted.

With only seconds left in the round, the blonde ripped six knee shots up and under Conni's short skirt. The blows pummelled Conni's cunt, drawing a grunt from my friend each time.

Mercifully, the bell sounded. LeeAnn rushed in, but was unable to stop Jane from backhanding Conni across the face with her left fist. The redhead literally threw Jane out of the corner to get to the brunette. Conni hung limp, her arms over the ropes keeping her on her feet. Still, she looked incredibly sexy, even with blood dripping off her mouth and nose on to her lovely tits.

As the redhead put a chair under Conni and dropped her in to it, Jane eyed me like a hungry lion eyes a gazelle. The blonde slid out of the ring to stand next to me.

Jane grabbed me by the hair and kissed me roughly. Her free hand wrapped itself around my still rock-hard cock. Then, right there on the side of the ring, she pivoted and slammed my dick under her short skirt, right in to her waiting cunt.

The blonde bitch wasn't wearing panties, and beating Conni senseless with her fists had her pussy soaked and searing hot. Jane humped me hard and fast, using the side of the ring as a wall to pin me against.

Between her tongue swirling in my mouth, her tight, wet cunt rippling around my cock, and watching a vicious gloved fist fight, I wasn't sure I could hold out. I didn't want to give this cunt the satisfaction of taking my cum, but could I stop myself?

"Come on Conni, baby," I thought to myself, "Pull yourself off the mat and beat this bitch's ass!"

As LeeAnn worked her magic on Conni in the corner to my right, Jane was working her own magic on my cock. Just the sight of my hard dick disappearing under her leather miniskirt was almost too much. As I was about to lose control and bust my load inside the blonde warrior, LeeAnn yelled, "Time for round three blondie!"

Jane shoved me as deep as possible inside her, thrumming her cunt muscles in a last ditch attempt to make me pop. Failing to succeed, the hot blonde pulled away. As she smoothed her short skirt down over the tops of her thighs, she hissed to me, "You son of a bitch! No man can resist my cunt!"

Jane climbed in to the ring and growled back at me, "You WILL cum very soon, you pathetic bastard. I'm going to pump all that cum right in to your girlfriend's busted up face!"

As I tumbled in to my seat, I mumbled a weak, "But she's not my girlfriend!" The blonde never heard it.

The red-haired referee rang the bell for round three.

Jane stood in the center of the ring as Conni approached her. "This time," she grunted to the beaten brunette, "I'm going to finish you..."

"CRAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Conni's right fist exploded backhanded across Jane's face. The blonde spun two full turns before she sank to her knees. The look of shock and surprise was priceless. Both of her lips were smashed bloody, and a trickle of blood leaked from her nose. Jane staggered to her feet with her back turned to Conni.

I'd seen my friend in many emotional states over the years. From happy to sad, from pensive to excited.

I saw a new side of her this time.

Vengeful determination.

As her blonde rival turned to face her, Conni's right fist was already in motion. I swear I heard a rib crack as my lovely friend buried the punch in to the left side of Jane's stomach. The blonde sexpot drooled bloody spittle from her lips as every ounce of air was smashed from her body with a delicious...

"OOOOMMMMMPPPFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!"

Jane was reeling, her mind unable to accept the shift from certain victory to searing pain and helplessness. As the bimbo began to sink to her knees, Conni latched on to her bangs with her left hand.

The bloodied brunette forced her opponent to face her as Jane's knees hit the canvas.

With her gloved right fist cocked back as far as it could go, Conni was absolutely the sexiest woman alive.

"Take this, you man-stealing fucking tramp!" she whispered.

Her fist crushed Jane's nose, almost breaking it. As it was, the impact of the vicious blow caused a shower of blood to explode from the bimbo's face. Jane's bangs were ripped out of her hand, and the blonde slammed back spread-eagled on the mat.

For ten seconds, no one moved. No one breathed.

Conni turned to LeeAnn. She tossed the referee a small object.

"Thanks, honey," my brown-haired friend said.

LeeAnn stuffed the lead bar in to a front pocket of her shorts as she replied, "Any time, sweetheart."

Conni then looked at me with a smile on her face and said, "Now to make sure this slut gets the beating she deserves!"

I was shocked to see LeeAnn roughly jerk the woozy blonde to her feet by the hair. The redhead then held Jane on her feet by pinning both of the blonde's arms behind her in a full nelson.

"This okay, honey?" LeeAnn asked with a large smile on her face.

"Oh yes," Conni replied in a delighted tone, "Just perfect!"

My brown-haired friend used the back of her hand to wipe away the trails of blood still leaking from her lips and nose. Jane began to regain her senses in the redhead's grip.

Conni started whole-heartedly belting the blonde bimbo's head from side to side. She was slow and deliberate. Several right and left crossing blows popped Jane's face back and forth. Conni's first uppercut echoed in the old building so nicely, she did it again.

As Conni whipped a half dozen measured backfists across Jane's mouth and nose, I noticed that LeeAnn was enjoying watching the brunette pummeling the woman she held tightly. The bell sounded to end the third round, yet neither woman moved.

Conni shifted the attention of her fists to Jane's voluptuous tits. Straight punches speared the blonde's round mammaries, smashing the nipples deep inside the flesh. The brunette looked totally focused as she clobbered her rival's tits. Jane moaned in agony as her breasts were being beaten savagely.

"Stoppppppp....pleasssssssssssseee....stoppppppppp p...."

Conni's response was an uppercut to the jaw that almost knocked Jane out cold.

The brunette backed away as Jane hung limply in LeeAnn's grip. "Let her go, honey," Conni said.

As the beaten blonde slipped to the canvas to land on her hands and knees, Conni hissed, "It's time to finish HER off!"

Jane screamed as her brown-haired rival punted her boot with all of her strength in to the blonde's cunt from behind. As the bimbo writhed on the dirty mat in sheer agony, Conni whispered huskily, "I love kicking in a slut's wet and swollen cunt!"

For the next several minutes, Conni "chased" the blonde's pussy. Every time Jane thought the punishment was over, her brunette enemy took pleasure in burying one of her black boots in Jane's crotch. Soon, the big blonde was leaving a thin blood trail on the canvas as she tried to scoot away.

"Get up, you fucking whore!" Conni growled as she jerked Jane to her feet by the hair.

The blonde staggered punch drunk in her boots and miniskirt in front of Conni. Her face was a wreck, blood pouring from her mouth and nose. Both eyes were swollen almost shut, and her jaw sported a massive bruise. The blonde's tits were swollen to at least 50 inches in size, and sported their own patchwork of bruises and welts.

Conni looked so hot!

Decked out in similar boots and short skirt, her torso and breasts carried a sheen of sweat from the exertion of beating up Jane. Her face was bruised and bloody, with dried blood caking under her nose and lips. Her gloves were soaked with the blood of her rival.

And the brunette was drinking in the victory!

With her left hand between her tits, Conni pushed the staggering blonde erect.

"The next time you want to steal another woman's man, you cunt," Conni said, "Remember this beating!"

The brunette slugged Jane across the jaw with her right fist.

The blonde staggered worse, but Conni steadied her yet again.

"And the next time you want to fist fight another woman, you bitch," Conni said, "I'll be more than happy to beat you to a pulp again!"

Conni whipped her right fist backhanded across Jane's mouth.

Jane fell back in the corner with her arms hanging over the ropes.

Conni stood in front of her, clenching and unclenching her fists. Then she gazed over at me, and hissed to the beaten blonde...

"And the next time you fucking tease and insult one of my friends, I'll make sure you won't be fucking anything for a long, long time, you fucking whore!"

Conni's right uppercut seemed to explode from the floor.

The "SMAAAAACK!!!" of leather-clad fist against blonde chin echoed for long seconds in the old building. Jane's body stiffened, then slowly sank to land on her ass on the mat, punched cold.

I leaped in to the ring. Conni backed away from the unconscious blonde and bumped in to me. She turned and we hugged.

"You were fantastic!" I whispered.

"Mmmmmmmm," my brown-haired friend moaned.

"How do you feel, honey?" I asked.

"Sore as hell, but it's a happy sore!" she replied.

We turned and left the ring. I gathered her top and handed it to her. As she was putting it on, we both noticed that LeeAnn had secured the unconscious Jane to the ropes in the corner. The redhead was using the bras of the warriors to secure the blonde's arms.

As LeeAnn stripped off her top, Conni asked her, "What are you doing, hon?"

We both stood on the floor looking up at LeeAnn. The redhead began to don her own pair of black leather gloves as she said, "Remember I told you my husband filed for divorce last month?"

Conni nodded and said, "Yes, I remember."

The redhead completed pulling on her gloves and continued, "This is the tramp he's been fucking for the last year."

Both Conni and I exhaled loudly as we looked at each other.

What LeeAnn said next was a shock.

"I knew you'd beat the hell out of her in any kind of a fight, but I chose a fist fight because I knew you'd really destroy her for trying to take Gabriel. Now I'm going to make this bitch pay for destroying my life."

So this whole situation was not what it seemed. LeeAnn had used her friend to help her extract her own revenge.

The redhead looked at us and said, "You and Aaron need to leave now. And don't look back!"

Conni pleaded, "LeeAnn, no, you can't..."

"GET OUT!!!" LeeAnn screamed, a crazed look in her eyes.

Conni and I slowly backed away as the now crying redhead whispered, "Please. Go."

We turned and left the old building, the sounds of leather smacking flesh fading behind us.

Conni never saw her friend LeeAnn again after that night.

And no one saw Jane either.
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[Banesinger]

Yay! Thanks Cat, it wss great again. I could even read the beating LeeAnn served, but I understand the dramatism in the end. Was really good

[MikeJV]

YAAAAYYYYYYmThanks Cat! If I interpret your comments correctly, the woman you wrte this for originally is nreachable by mortal means.... I'm sorry about your friend, I know how you feel, I wish I didm't, but I do.... life can be really cruel sometimes. If this plot was her idea, this story isa reat tribute. I knew something odd was up with LeeAnn.... that wasn't what I figured, but it was still awesome! Thanks you, and her, for filling my unofficial request.

MikeJV

[bkremer72]

Awesome Story.

[Jessikafights]

Bravo! An AWESOME twist at the end there! Another 'mistress'piece from your delightfully demented mind! [img]biggrin.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Meaow
Jessie
P.S. Good also to see a story by you where a brunette triumphs over a blonde ... was getting a little worried you might be prejudiced in favour of blondes ... wink! [img]smile.gif[/img]

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[Catwacher]

Thanks to all for the nice responses. And Jess, I *never* favor the blondes my dear! ;-)


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