Office Catfight: Boss vs Employee

[Jessikafights]

OK, here?s another story from me, from a Yahoo Catfighting site several years ago, which I?ve not had the time before to put together in one posting.

This was an interactive fight between Helen and I, and our postings were determined how the voting went, but I?m not going to post the Poll as it developed, only the final result at the end.

Not done much editing, but hope some here will enjoy it ? but be WARNED ? this is VERY EXTREME & BRUTAL! Not for the fainthearted ? please do not come moaning & crying later if you find it upsetting!

Must say that the lovely Helen and I always had the most amazing, wild, explosive chemistry going ? as you?ll see further on ? if you?re brave enough to read further.

Lovingly
Jessika (aka Big Bad Jess)
P.S. My assistant Sharon below is more or less modelled on my own lovely Emma.

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OFFICE CATFIGHT: HELEN VS JESSIE
By Helen & Jessie

Jessie is the bossy Bitch and Helen one of her staff ? The fight starts off when the insubordinate Helen is privately called into Jessie?s office, who lambastes her severely for backchatting earlier in an important meeting ? causing the company a lost deal ?

(Unfortunately one or two postings at the start is missing, but I hope you?ll pick up the story).

JESSIE?s POSTING

You impertinent, insolent bitch! Always back-chatting, huh? Well, I'm going to enjoy putting you in your place ... gasping for air beneath my ass! ... I'll teach you to always question my authority ...

Tch, Tch ... at least I've got a pretty face to start with! ... Your UGLY MUTT certainly needs some remodelling ... a proper make-over ... some knuckle surgery ... that's definitely very high on my agenda!

And by the way ... as for your application for promotion ... I've thrown it in the bin ... where YOU too belong, you fucking piece of TRASH!

As far as clothing goes ... You've got absolutely no sense of style or fashion ... your colour schemes are awful, your make-up pathetic, and that perfume of yours smells like insect-killer ... YECH!!! ... Didn't your mother teach you about the fine art of being a woman?

You're like someone warmed up from a gothic horror movie! ... Pretty sure not even the men are interested in such a repulsive slut like you ...

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HELEN?s POSTING:

Gothic Trash! Gothic is a style of fashion, not its absence. But what would you know about it. No make-up, neither dark or 'nice' would help improve your soon-to-be-bruised face.

All you can do is shout your pathetic threats. Its not like anybody would take you serious. You better watch out in the restroom, senior-bitch, cause some of the new girls have been heard talking about drowning you in the toilet. They know you'll not be able to put up much fight in all your 'figure-supporting' underwear that you need cause your abs are going soft and your tits go with gravity.

You can get my promotion out of the bin once I stuffed you headfirst, right in there. Hiss all you like, pussy, it's the actions that count. And I don?t think you have any left in you, BITCH!!!

(storms out of the office and slams the door)

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JESSIE?s POSTING:

I smile sweetly to myself as Helen storms out of my office and slams the door ... now I've got her feathers ruffled ... the back-chatting bitch ... just where I want her ... angry and humiliated, she's bound to fall into my trap and make some crucial mistake ... the fucking slut!

I stand up and look critically at myself in the mirror ... from the front and the side ... I touch, then cup my breasts, relishing their warm, heavy weight through my thin silk blouse and Wonder Bra ... hmmm, they may be starting to sag a bit, but not too bad for a woman my age ... Then I smile ... NAW! ... She's just jealous ... there's nothing wrong with my tits ... at least they're perfectly NATURAL - not like hers! A really botched boob-job if there ever was one! Heh, heh, heh ... her silicone implants are moving around inside causing unsightly bulges ... They're going to be great punch bags when I pummel her tits flat against her chest ...

I go back to my desk, opening the bottom drawer ... examining the array of huge strap-on dildoes, cuffs, whips, clips, clamps, that I have at my disposal ... and I feel my nipples harden and my pussy getting wet beneath my expensive imported thong ... as I visualise the defeated Helen, stripped, tied up naked, at my cruel mercy ... hmm ... it's going to be so nice making an example of her for my staff ... It was time to reinstall some BDSM discipline in this office ...

While slowly circling my nipples with my fingertips, I start to wonder who the new girls are that Helen was talking about ... the fucking bitch is really becoming a threat ... and seems to be rallying some support behind her ... She mustn't forget though that I've got some loyal support of my own too ... like my lovely secretary Sharon ... who wouldn't mind shoving Helen's fucking head down the toilet ....

I collect my gym bag, and go for a work-out ... spending the next hour kicking and punching with my karate instructor, Lea Lee ... to retain my black belt in jeet-kune-do required regular practice ...

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HELEN?s POSTING

Helen stands in her boss?s office, bent over Jessies? desk searching
through her paperwork. She digs the little conference-speaker system
out from under the piles of work and hits the button that will summon
Jessie?s assistant.

The woman walks into the office, her nose held high, corn-blond hair brushing gently against the padded shoulders of her black business top. She is in fact quite stunning but too much aware of how Jessie favours her. A perfect bosses-pet. And she will do.

Helen, who was hiding behind the door closes it after the assistant and grabs her from behind, clamping her mouth shut tightly with one hand, while driving the other one at once, hard as she can into the pretty blondes lower back.

The girl arches, screaming into Helen?s hand, her hands clutch at the pain in her straining back. Helen grabs a handful of corn-blond curls and yanks so hard her victim staggers forward. Helen spins her around by her hair and slapping her sharply, drops her into Jessie?s office chair. Her breath slightly laboured with working real quick, Helen manages to strap the assistant?s arms to the chair?s armrest with about half a roll of
cello-tape before the bedazzled blonde shakes off her initial shock.

Helen grabs a few important documents of Jessie?s desk and crumpling
them up, stuffs them into the blonde?s mouth until she gags. Then Helen
tapes the 'gag' in place with the other half of the cello-tape roll.

The blonde struggles and moans, staring wild eyed at Helen. "Now
dear.", Helen smiles, "Let's show that bossy friend of yours, what is
in store for her, shall we?"

Helen draws back and punches the blonde full force into the face. The pretty corn-blonde head snaps backwards and bashes against the chairs backrest. Helen drives her other fist
into the woman?s face, then a right hook mashes the assistants full lips against her fine white teeth. The blonde?s eyes grow wide with fear and pain, a drop of blood shows from a cut in her lower lip. Her mouth starting to swell, bruises showing on her cheek. Helen smiles.

Then she pummels the blonde?s face a little longer, the beautiful blonde?s body twisting in the chair as she is helplessly trashed, until she loses consciousness. Helen bends across the blonde and kisses her cheek, leaving a clearly visible lipstick mark on her and strides out of the office smiling pleased.

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JESSIE?s POSTING

"OH MY GOD!", I scream when I arrive back at the office, to find Sharon, just regaining consciousness ... tied up in my chair with paper stuffed into her mouth ... Her beautiful features bloody and bruised ...

"Who did this to you?", I ask ... though I already knew the answer, she mutters through her trembling lips: "That bitch, Helen ... she surprised me!" I hug her head softly against my breasts, and wipe away her tears. The anger rises up in me and I whisper soothingly: "Don't worry! ... We'll get even with that fucking, arrogant bitch! ... And all her supporters! The cunts will wish they were never born ... Now it is all-out WAR! ... No mercy will be given! REVENGE will be ours!"

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SOME REVENGE: JESSIE?s POSTING

After untying the sobbing Sharon and getting her to calm down, I storm out of my office, my high heels clattering noisily on the floor ... my fists clenching and unclenching ... determined to have it out once and for all with Helen. I shout angrily: "HELEN!!!! ... Where are you, you FUCKING BITCH?"

But an empty office greets me ... I had forgotten ... it was already past five ... but then my eyes fall on Ellyn in the corner ... AHHHH! ... One of Helen's most vocal supporters ... and lover ... who had in recent meetings also dared to defy me ... HMM!! ... She'll do for the moment ...

I storm over to her desk ... her eyes widening in shock ... as she sees the fury in my eyes ... "Hey, Jessie ... cool it ... what's the matter?", she begins to say, but I grab her by the hair saying: "That's Miss Jessie to you, bitch!", slamming her head down hard on the desk, sending papers, pens and other stuff flying ...

Dazed she slides of the desk, falling on her side, blood trickling from her forehead ... head lolling a little against a drawer ... legs spread apart, her mini skirt riding up so I can see her blue panty with the words "Hot stuff!" emblazoned on the bit covering her mons ... I grab her blouse, and drag her up again ... enjoying the sound of tearing material and popping buttons ... slapping her a few times hard through the face, then using my clenched fists: "Tell that fucking bitch friend of yours that I'm gonna get her!"

Ellyn tries to strike back, but I hit her hard in the solar plexus so she sprawled back on top of the desk ... stunned ...

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped off my bra to reveal my large naked breasts to Ellyn's bulging eyes and commanded, "Come, come, dearie ... it's not like you've never seen some real breasts before ... Suck them, slut!!" Still in a state of shock, no sound came out of Ellyn's mouth ...

I took Ellyn by the back of the neck and firmly pulled her mouth to my already engorged nipple. "Oh, my," I sighed as she started sucking reluctantly, pleasure coursing through me "not bad for a beginner!!!" Finally, I pulled her battered face up to my own, and without any fanfare kissed the twenty year old full on the mouth, while using my tongue to probe deep inside!

Then I stood up and ordered her, "All right now, dear, lift up my skirt for me, please!!!" With shaking hands, Ellyn took the hem of the mid calf length skirt into her hands and slowly lifted it up over my waist. Now taking the skirt into my own hands, I said, "Now, dear, take off my stockings and panties!!!" Ellyn had no choice but to slide them down my legs where they joined the stockings on the floor, and with a quick kick or two, I booted them away from me!!!

Sharon had meanwhile joined me and had brought with her my favourite black strap-on dildo. While holding the feebly struggling Ellyn back, I quickly strapped it on. "NO!!! W- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Ellen screamed as I approached her. My strap-on dildo slightly bounced up and down with each step. "Okay you little slut, I've had just about all I'm going to take from you, now off with your panties and lean across your desk, and be quick about it," I snapped!!! With her hands visibly quaking, Ellyn fumbled as she shucked her panties and carefully bent over and laid down face first on the big desk!!!

I flipped up the young woman's skirt, and with a couple of hard kicks, forced Ellyn's legs far apart, leaving her dripping vagina totally exposed and available for anything I wanted to do to her!!! "Fuck her hard", Sharon whispered.

Ellyn moaned out loud in terror while I softly rubbed the head of the dildo up and down her blonde pussy ... then she jerked as I slammed it deep into her ... as if it was red hot poker penetrating her pussy.
"NO!!! RAPE! RAPE!!!"
"You can scream all you like ... there is no-one here to hear you!", Sharon giggled wickedly.

I continued fucking her over and over and over. The heat between our bodies was boiling! Sweat ran down every inch of my skin.
"uuuuuuuhhhhhhh" Ellyn moaned "uuuuhhhhhh oh oh oh oh uuuuuuhhhhhhhh...."

My dildo moved in unison with Ellyn's pants. "Scream, bitch!" Sharon commanded and pulled Ellyn's hair back "Scream, pretty girl! You're being fucking lesbian raped!"
"OH!!! OH GOD!!! AHH! AAAHHH!!!
AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
"Oh God! Fuck her harder, Jessie!" Sharon said and grabbed my hips, helping me to thrust harder. Together we panted, moaned and screamed as Ellen was being force fucked!
"I LOVE TO FUCK WOMEN! I LOVE TO FUCK WOMEN!" I screamed, lost in my own pleasure.

With each brutal stroke, a little bit of the pain was replaced with the same amount of pleasure, until Ellyn was meeting my strokes with equal fervor!!! "Oh NO!!!" Ellyn moaned as her orgasm was being built like a tidal wave ready to smash any and everything in its path!!! Ellyn was far past the point of no return, so when I began shoving my hips forward with vicious abandon, the orgasm in her pussy rolled up and out of control as she screamed in ecstasy while her pussy convulsed over and over again, leaving her drained and incredibly sore as I finally jerked the big cock out of her cunt, causing a popping sound to fill the room as air rushed into her gaping pussy!!!

"Now go and tell that bitch Helen what's waiting for her!", I smiled wickedly ...

"Yes, Miss Jessie ... ", she sobbed uncontrollably as Sharon and I embraced lovingly, celebrating our revenge ... with a HOT 69!

[Jessikafights]

HELEN?s POSTING

I sit in my room when Ellyn bursts in, crying, her face smeared with
tears, her pretty full lips covered in blood. She cringes at with
every step and I barely manage to catch her before she sinks to her
knees, crying. "What happened?" I ask and try to steady her against
me. Then I feel a warm moist drop upon my foot. I look down, blood.
From between her thighs. I hurriedly pull her close and lay her on the
couch, setting about to clean and tend her, while she speaks sobbing,
about what Jessie has done. So the bitch thinks revenge would be so
easy? Well... let me see.. what were the names of that new girls I
overheard in the restroom last week? Debbie and.. umm.. I smile
grimly, then I bend over my poor Ellyn and kiss her cheek whispering.
"I'll make her pay. She does not even know you can hurt as bad as I'll
make her."

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JESSIE?s POSTING

OFFICE CATFIGHT: JESSIE VS HELEN
THE POLLFIGHT STARTS

The next morning Helen arrived late, but immediately stormed into my office slamming the thick heavy door behind her as I looked up amused from my desk at the approaching girl. Her smooth legs and ass were encased in a very tight knee length skirt, her perky, generous, but braless breasts poked at her thin matching blouse. My own dress was tight at the top and hung loosely around my voluptuous hips. My large chest pushing against the thin material, the buttons that ran down the front straining, my nipples outlines just visible through my lacy bra underneath. I wore sheer, white stockings to accentuate my well-toned legs and to match my see-through Victoria's Secret French lace panty.

An exquisite 18 ct. gold necklace with a diamond studded female symbol hung round my neck, and I had on matching gold ear-rings, bracelets, rings and elegant Cartier watch. To top it off I'd recently treated myself to a full manicure and pedicure. After all I was the Boss and should fit the part. Besides, I wanted to look my elegant best when I put that whore Helen in her place. I had even taken more care of my make-up than normal and felt absolutely delightfully beautiful ... Despite the advancing years I still looked stunning ... even ravishing ... I thrilled as I watched myself full length in the mirror ... turning around to observe myself from different angles ... smiling confidently to myself ...

Though generally quite a butch domme, I occasionally enjoyed indulging myself in dressing up and flaunting my femininity like a real femme slut ... I suppose it flattered my vanity to have heads turn in my direction ... taking perverse pleasure in the jealous glances of other women and obviously delighting in seeing ... and following up ... the occasional spark of genuine lesbian interest ... And even though the thought of being sexually with a man disgusted and horrified me, it was empowering ... no, amusing ... to observe the bulges I often caused in the pants of my male staff ...

Underneath my expensive, imported underwear my nipples were already rockhard, while my horny pussy was drenched with lust ... at the delicious thought of my upcoming clash with Helen ... and the utter humiliation I had planned for her ... She was going to make an ideal fuck toy for the office!!!

Helen walked forward yelling in my face, her face contorted in rage: "You fucking bitch! How could you and Sharon rape poor Ellyn? I'm going to make you pay!",

Smiling sweetly at her, I taunted: "That was only pay-back for what you did to Sharon ... or are you here for some fucking yourself?"

"You wouldn't dare, bitch!" Helen screamed, and with that she grabbed at my hair.

Expecting it, I lunged out of the way, and lashed out, slapping her hard across her right cheek and leaving a red imprint of my palm as she yelped and rubbed at her face. "I'll fucking destroy you!!", Helen screamed back at me, and much to my surprise she punched me squarely in the mouth, mashing my lower lip into my teeth and sending me staggering back a step holding my hand to my mouth. AAIIEE!

She must've thought that was it and reached out ripping open my dress, but as she grabbed at my bra to tear it down and assault my larger tits, I ripped an uppercut to her chin that sent the fucking upstart crashing back into the passage way of the office. FUCK! This is what I'd yearned for: an opportunity to vent my anger and humiliate the somewhat younger bitch in front of everyone, and so once again establish my authority - show everyone who was the real boss in the office. She wouldn't stand a chance against my advantage in experience, height and weight!

Amongst cries of surprise and shock from my office staff, getting to their feet to get a better view, I charged at her and brought my knee crashing into her stomach and then began to rip her blouse to shreds. Helen looped a weak roundhouse into to my left ear, just hard enough to stop me momentarily in my tracks. She reached out, ripping my bra down, unleashing the breasts from their containment, her fingers immediately digging into each of my sensitive tits as I screeched out in pain: "NOO!!! ... Let go!!!"

I grabbed desperately at Helen's smaller nipples, twisting them savagely and smiling as she let out a yelp of pain. But my own breasts were getting battered and soon Helen was gaining control and twisted our positions around arching my back over a desk as she tried to push my tits up into my face.

My legs swung out and I secured a front scissors around Helen's smaller waist and began to squeeze with all my leg strength as Helen bellowed in pain from the new attack. However, Helen continued to maul, pull and twist and then punching each of my now swollen and bruised tits. Though this brought tears to my eyes, I brought my head forward and bit the fucking bitch's left nipple, drawing blood, causing a shrill shriek ... AAARRGH! ... which sounded like music to my ears.

After disengaging, and rolling away from each other ... we slowly rose to our feet ... both already panting a little ... encouragement being shouted by our respective supporters who have all gathered around ...

Fuck, this was not going to be quite as easy as I thought ... the bitch is stronger than she looks!

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HELEN?s POSTING

My fingers touched, hot sticky blood as my right hand clutched at my bitten nipple. "Biting my tit?!", I hissed at her. "Is that what your little girlfriend is used to? Well, I shall remember that next time I see Sharon. Right after I mopped the floor with you, BITCH!!!"


I stood back a little and bent down teasingly slow, undoing the straps of my heels, feeling the fabric of my knee-length skirt hug the lines of my body very tightly, while the type-pools looks on my ass burned as hot as the stinging red mark on my cheek. I stepped out of my heels onto the carpeted floor I noticed that this left me a regrettable inch shorter, almost two full inches shorter than Jessie. I had to admit the bitch had the better of me in height, but now I had her in balance. "Not bad for a woman your age!", I said almost pleasantly. "I still say it was bad taste to make a 20 year old caress your sagging
body but I admit you have much more fight left inside you than I thought."

I smiled as her face showed I struck a nerve. Then I lifted my smooth and above all bare leg off the carpet, leaning back, very slowly.. making her watch my every move. Then I kicked at one of the desk-lamps, causing the metal arm to swing around towards her face.

Jessie managed to twist out of its way, eyes squinting at the light, but avoiding the heated metal-shade of the lamp. I charged quickly, driving a fist into her stomach, hard as I could, then pounding right above it with my other hand. Driving punch after punch into Jessie?s soft, but flat belly, her face slightly paling, her breath knocked out of her. While I was driving her backwards. Soon her back touched the wall, for a moment I thought I had her trapped.

Then her elbow jabbed into my face so hard I spun aside. I managed to block her next blow and ducked aiming a blow at her belly again, but the bitch pulled up her knee and caught my chin. I staggered backwards and crashed into a chair, knocking various office equipment to the floor.

Flying to my mouth, my hand touched blood, and in the same second Jessie cannoned into me knocking me backwards, over and onto the desk, sprawled out between flying sheets and rolling pencils. Her hands locked around my throat, one of her knees pressing hard into my lower belly. I fought for air, grunting with effort. One hand reached up for her face but she moved and my desperate fingers closed around her golden necklace, my nails leaving visible marks on her smooth throat.

Her face glowed with heat and effort, but her eyes held a quite definite joy, as her fingertips dug into my neck and throat. My other hand flailed at the desk looking for anything helpful. I felt my face grow red, throat burning. My left pushed upward, aiming my palm right on her nose, but she turned and managed to avoid the blow. Fuck! Then my hand touched something hard. I grabbed and swung. Hitting the side of her head hard as I could.

Jessie swayed, rocked by the blow, her mouth snapped open as the stapler in my hand connected with her skull. I smashed it against the side of her head again, lungs bursting to breathe. Her necklace tore under my hands and my fingers tangled and curled in the bossy bitch's hair, trying to pull her off me.

Struggling we fell to our sides her grip loosening. I thrust the stapler out in front jamming the jaws as hard as I could into Jessie's ample chest trapping her nipple and a bit of skin then I pressed hard until the stapler clicked. Jessie screamed like mad and clutched at her left breast, struggling upright and backing into the table opposite, staring wild-eyed at her tit. My head still dizzy with lack of oxygen I slid down the table and sank to my knees. A drop of blood clinging to my hardened nipple, Jessie's bitemark still clearly visible around the edges of the areola. My chest heaved with a laborious breath, and the drop fell to the office floor...

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JESSIE?s POSTING

"OH MY GAWD!! ... You fucking, BITCH! What have you done to my tit?", I shrieked as I stared wild-eyed at my stapled, erect nipple ... Excruciating pain sliced through my tormented, bleeding nipple ... I couldn't believe the agony, which was so intense it brought tears to my eyes ... my immaculate mascara & eyeliner starting to run ...

Fortunately for me, Helen was on her knees ... still dizzy from my strangle hold ... giving me some much needed respite ...

Both of us were already braless and looking dishevelled ... our tits heaving with exertion .. with me still only in my lacy white panties, stocking and high heels ... and Helen with her skirt and thong ...

I heard snickers and giggles from Helen's supporters ... causing immediate anger and fury to course through my body ... the adrenaline making me forget the throbbing pain ... "I'm going to make you pay for that, SLUT! ... As well as for breaking my gold chain!"

I rush forward delivering a vicious snap kick to the bottom of Helen's jaw ... "Take that, BITCH!" ... relishing the hard crack of my shoe to her face ... her eyes glazing over, the whites showing as she flies over backwards to land spread-eagled on the floor ... her head colliding with a solid desk ... her skirt up around her hips ...

I smile a lot more confidently now ... sensing victory ... I walk forward to reach down and slip her skirt and sodden panties off her helpless body ... exposing her wet, untrimmed bush and slit for all to see. Then I grab her legs, spreading them wide and then ram my right stiletto heel deep into her gaping pussy, starting to grind viciously ...... "TAKE THAT CUNT!!!!" ... thrilling at Helen's screams, and the obvious agony I was inflicting on the thrashing bitch! And this was only the start!

[Jessikafights]

MAX?s POSTING

I watched in silence as Jessika tightened her grip around Helen's ankles and drove her stiletto heel into the poor woman's cunt. It seemed the ultimate in vicious brutality; painful, humiliating....and in its own way, disfiguring.

Jessika paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the faces in the small crowd that had gathered to watch. For a moment our eyes met; hers were filled with fire while mine stared back with my characteristic coldness. I reached into a pocket and pulled out a thin, bone-handled knife. My thumb slid over the pearl studded release button and a long blade with a wavy edge snapped out. The knife obviously had no purpose other than to be employed for the purpose of killing human beings, especially women.

The room was suddenly quiet. Even Helen held back her moans and turned her head so that she could see me. "Who the fuck are you?" Jessika growled.

I didn't answer. I just raised my arm and sent the knife end-over-end to a spot within easy reach of both women. It stuck in the floor, the handle almost vertical, and waited for whoever could grab it first.

I pulled out a wad of bills as Jessika followed my movements. "Twenty C notes says a reversal of fortune."

Both women looked puzzled by my remark, but Helen's arm was already moving.

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HELEN?s POSTING

Darkness engulfs me. The sound of Jessie?s kick still echoing in my head. Then suddenly. pain stabs through me! A pain like hot iron piercing deep inside me snaps my eyes wide open and I rear in agony as Jessie?s heel digs mercilessly into my unprotected cunt. I twist and struggle, trying to escape but the heel piercing into my pussy tears at
my very flesh with every move.

Tears fill my eyes as I clench them tightly shut, wincing with pain, my hands claw at the rough, grey office carpet, my head trashes about in dire pain. My hand reaches shaking towards one of the strewn pencils on the floor, but Jessie chooses this very moment to twist her heel full force into me, and my clenching fingers, push the pencil out of reach.

Jessie smiles down into my contorted face, smiling at me through the blur of my gathering tears. Whenever she moves her ample tits sway softly, her tanned skin
looking fresh and flawless in the cold light of the lamps, her hips turn a little and I see her despicable pussy rub against the soft, scented fabric of her see through panties. The fucking bitch is wet enjoying this!

I grit my teeth and force the pain back enough to think clear for a moment. I extend one hand towards the smiling bitch as if to beg. The warped whore actually pushes her hips just a little bit as if in pleasure.

I pull my knee up and kick out hard! Stomping her right between her softening thighs. Wishing I had not taken my heels off for god knows I'd love to impale the bitch! But it will have to wait!

I jerk myself up into a sitting position. My well defined abs pulling far tauter then Jessie?s soft and aging belly. One hand grabs for the crotch of her panties and rips them down hard, while the other clasps her thigh making sure she does not stagger back too far. Then I drop back again and kick out with both legs, stomping hard as I can against
her fucking knee.

With a scream Jessie twists aside and falls. I scramble to my feet, my skirt still crumpled up around my waist, my panties torn. I can feel the crowds eyes on my ass as I lunge at the prone Jessie. Moving far faster than I'd have expected from someone her age, Jessie twists to her side, her legs kick out. I connect full weight with her outstretched foot, my body folding up around it, her heel seems to impale my belly button, the sharp heel actually piercing my skin.

But then her knee, damaged by my kick gives way and I slump to my knees, her other foot kicks flat into my face, her heel stabbing at my eyes, I twist out of the way receiving a rough scratch onto my cheek. My hands move in a blur and grab her ankle. "I'm younger than you bitch! And much faster!"

Jessie?s legs jerk upwards as she rears, disturbing my balance, her hand grabs my shoulder, nails leaving ravines in my skin as I try to twist free, I raise my hand before me,
her fist slams into it, smashing it back into my face. I fall backwards, knocked over and cringe on the floor. As I press my hands onto the carpet to get up my hands touch something cool and solid. A knife, blade gleaming in the artificial light. How did it get here?

Fuck, who cares! I grip the knife and struggle to my feet quick as I can, causing my skirt to twist completely and uncomfortably up around my hips. I grab the seams and pull the skirt down, covering my naked and bruised sex. Nevertheless feeling the crowds gazes on my ass even through the fabric as I turn. Something inside me tightens as I think
of all those eyes watching what I'll do to Jessie, once the bitch is under my heels.

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JESSIE?s POSTING

SHIT!! Sudden cold fear pools in my stomach as I see the back-chatting bitch Helen snap up the knife eagerly ... the fluorescent light glinting evilly ... menacingly ... on the sharp blade, as she tosses the knife back & forth from one hand to the other ... licking her lips as she approaches me ... "I'm going to spill your fucking guts, Boss Bitch!"

Other voices of encouragement join in, and I hear Lynne's shriek above the din: "Come on, Helen, my love! Now's your chance ... stick the old hag! Make her bleed!"

That fucking bastard Max ... I'm going to make him pay ... his application for promotion is as good as in the fucking bin with Helen's! ... That is if I get out of this dangerous situation alive! I quickly step out of the sodden panties around my ankles ... kicking off my high heels ... I needed to move fast!

Out of the corner of my eye I see Sharon with her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide in fear ... As I stagger back, I stumble and almost twist an ankle ... just managing to arrest my fall against a couch ... gone for the moment is my confidence and poise ... Helen comes in fast, slashing in a low arc upwards, obviously aiming to slash my belly open from my mons to my ribcage ... In desperation I grab a cushion from the couch and thrust it in the way to intercept the deadly blow ... the knife sinking in, slicing the cushion open as if it was butter, sending goose feathers flying all over the office ...

Turning to the side, I'm strangely self-conscious of my boobs jiggling wildly as I make a quick dash towards the office kitchen ... aiming to find a knife myself, but Helen cuts me off before I get to the cutlery drawer ... "No use, bitch ... you're too slow!", she taunts, a broad smile on her face, "Now I'm the one giving the fucking orders! We're all sick and tired of your bossy bitchiness ... I'm going to make you beg me to kill you quickly ..."

I move back and grab a nearby handcloth wrapping it nervously around my quivering left hand and fore-arm ... As the fucking tart comes in slashing wildly, I manage to ward off the first two slashes, but then she penetrates my desperate defense ... nicking my left biceps ... though little more than skin deep, my upper arm is almost instantaneously covered in bright red blood ... She draws back a little, her lips curling up in a sardonic, victorious grin ... Fuck! What I'd give to wipe that fucking arrogant smile off her face ... to have her at my mercy, utterly defeated and humiliated! The fuck toy of the office!

Then Helen storms in again, a victorious gloat on her face ... not seeing that my right hand had meanwhile taken hold of the kettle ... and as she thrust towards my belly again, I tossed the scalding, hot water towards her face ... Just in time, however, she saw the danger ... and twisted out of the way ... but in a reflex action, her knife hand went up as protection ... and got partially burned ... enough to shriek in pain and agony ... and to drop the knife ... dropping to her one knee, clutching the source of her pain ...

I rush forward, stooping to collect the knife from the floor, and in a neat pirouette, in one fluid movement, I turn on my heels to my left, and throw the knife ... the knife spinning fast, whirring like an angry bee as it sliced through the air ... to thud loudly into the wall to wall notice board ... quivering ... just one centimeter beneath the already open fly of Max ... His face suddenly deathly white, mouth gaping open like a fish on dry land, and his abnormally huge prick instantly deflating like a popped balloon ...

Pointing my middle finger at him in a rude sign, I growl angrily ... (actually grin mischievously!): "SHIT! I missed! ... And such a HUGE target ... FUCK! I must be getting old! Just as well I retired from the circus when I did! TEE HEE!"

Then I turn my attention to that insolent little slut ... I'd underestimated her, she was a lot tougher than I thought ... despite my violent mauling of her arrogant cunt, she was obviously not disabled ... but she was soon going to be! With that thought, I kneed her hard in the face, sending her sprawling backwards. Take that, Bitch! I move forward as she rises, swearing obscenities, and we start exchanging a flurry of vicious blows ... pummelling each other's breasts, belly and face mercilessly, but my blows seem to do be doing more damage ... my choice of keeping rings on my fingers beginning to pay off, raising ugly bruises or cuts as they connect ... I thrill wickedly at each blow that connects and each squeal that it elicits ... enjoying the feeling of slowly gaining control again ... and getting WET at the thought ...

Then I dive on top of her ... both of us shrieking out our anger at each other ... our limbs entwined, rolling over and over on the office carpet ...

(For the sake of the reader, Max was someone I knew from another deathfight site who came onto this particular site, and thought Helen and I were also engaged here in a deathfight. But on this Yahoo site readers had earlier voted that they preferred catfights NOT to be to the death, hence my "disarming" of Helen).

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HELEN?s POSTING

I smash my fist right into the self-absorbed smile of the fucking head-bitch. Her, by now, disorderly tresses whip forward as her head snaps back. I aim a punch to her fat tits, but am stopped halfway as a right hook to my side knocks the air from me for one vital moment. Her next punch hits me on my cheek and the side of my nose, snapping my
head back so hard my neck strains.

I feel her sodden rings cut into my skin and chafe across my face, trailing a short cold pain followed by a heated, pulsing that feels slightly moist. I kick at her damaged knee again, glad to see it is actually swelling. Then follow in with a quick left punch as she moves back. Opening her defense for an uppercut so hard it actually hurts my wrist. Time seems to slow. The bitch?s face is so up close to mine for a moment, that I can see the
fine lines in her face, the first promise of crow feet around her elusive eyes.

My fist connects so hard with her jaw that a few drops of blood instantly show on her sweetly curved lips. She grunts and jerks back as my punch nearly lifts her off her feet. A few drops of blood drip off her mouth and run down over her chin. She jerks back and I reach up to my face touching the moist sticky blood that runs in heated drops down across my cheek. Her rings have cut me. I turn and glimpse my reflection in the glass-door. My face is bruised in various places, my lower lip swollen up badly, dried blood from a cut in it making looks worse, there is a deep cut still bleeding on my cheek,
and another in the middle of a purple bruise right atop my temple.

Rage flows through me like a tidal wave. The damn Bitch, is trying to destroy my face! With a scream of rage I throw myself at the taller woman. Jessies hands shoot up in a blur and her strong hands grab my throat and my right arm stopping me in my tracks. The wench is much stronger than I thought. I twist and struggle trying to elbow her into the throat, but she twists aside with the routine of far more battles than I have fought, and I crash with my back into the stove, my back protesting as Jessie forces me over it.

I ram my knee up desperately, but never manage to quite hit her. I hit her hard as I can with my left then try to claw at her eyes, but she twists my right arm forcing me onto my left on the stove. I cringe with the pain as she suddenly yanks my arm back and pushes it down hard across the edge of the stove. My elbow straining bones threatening to give. Her fingernails dig into my throat as she pushes and twists leaving me unable to reach
her with my left.

I twist on my side pulling my legs up, feeling her nylon clad thighs against my knees. Then I kick out, digging my heels into her ample chest, nearly lifted off the stove as she is pushed back refusing to let go. In horror I realize the full extent of her advantage in strength, as I kick both feet into her chest again, battering her plump round tits, then I aim the next kick up, driving both heels into her face. Her fingernails finally slide off my neck, as she jerks aside barely avoiding my kick, leaving deep, bleeding scratches on my neck and throat.

My left hand knocks against a soft plastic bottle of dish-washing-liquid as I fall back against the sink, then they touch something long and slim.. a cable.. I yank it hard and
the sounds of the plug pulling out of the socket are accompanied by the scraping sound of the kettles base sliding across the worktop.

Jessie already charging me again, looks up in surprise, I swing the cable and the base accelerates in a neat arc before it smashes into the whore?s, make-up stained face. I swing it around again missing her head as she ducks, then I step aside, turn and swing the base around vertically aiming at her face. Again the bitch manages to block and catching the cable, rips it out of my hand.

Sending a punch towards my face as I am pulled along. I drop to one knee, trying to avoid it but her punch connects directly with my forehead, knocking me backwards against the rubbish bin spilling its contents onto the kitchen floor. My back seems to crush as I collide with the cupboard behind it dislodging a pile of various pans from its inside which spill out into the kitchen at my feet, right as I topple down across the bin. I blink the moisture out of my eyes my head feeling like split, and catch a reflection in the silvery surface of a saucepan.

Standing above me, the bitch smiles down at me as she grabs for my hair, pulling my head up, bunching a ringed fist, her eyes show more self-assurance than I care for. Aiming right for my once pretty face. My hand shoots back
gripping the handle of the saucepan and tearing away from her with a
mad scream I twist aside on my knees and swing the saucepan up hard
as I can trying to smash it into her pubic bone...

[Jessikafights]

JESSIE?s POSTING

Despite still slightly leading the fight, I'm was acutely conscious that the younger bitch had not quite given up yet ... fighting back, encouraged my a not so inconsiderable part of my staff ... I tried to make a note of memorizing their disloyal faces ... there was going to be hell to pay later!

The fucking slut had inflicted painful damage on my body ... my stapled, throbbing left nipple, swelling knee and aching groin - from Helen's kick - a constant, nagging reminder ... and I realized that the longer the fight dragged on the odds might begin to tilt in favour of her youth ... Fuck that! I was not going to allow that!

As she swung up the saucepan, I just managed to twist out of the way ... so that it connected with my thigh instead of my already bruised pussy ... my own blow just glancing her cheek bone, instead of impacting on her nose ... My gawd! If that saucepan had connected, it would've broken my pubic bone! And that might have ended the fight there and then ...

With that I grabbed her right hand to prevent her trying to strike me again, and hit out as hard as I could with my balled left fist to connect with a sickening, crunching sound ... this time exactly where I was aiming ... the soft cartilage of her nose ...

She screamed and staggered back, dropping the saucepan, clutching her nose with her hand, eyes rolling in her head as bright red blood spurted from her nose ... trickling like red rivulets through her fingers ... muttering: "You fucking bitch, you've broken my nose!!"

Looking her in the eyes, I mockingly kissed the large emerald in the ring that did the damage, and smiled cruelly, winking briefly at Sharon before taunting: "Tch, tch ... darling ... you picked a fight with the wrong person ... Thought I was going to be an easy push-over, huh? Well, you're going to get your fucking butt kicked ... giggle ... and your butt fucked! ... "

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HELEN?s POSTING

Office Fight :Round 8

I hear my voice sob and break as I repeat it lamely. "You fucking bitch! You broke my nose!"

I can feel my blood flow, seep through between my fingers as I clutch my face. This isn't going well, I've hurt her, yes, and I had not expected her to give up at that. Her bitch Sharon, yes, she'd be in tears by now begging me to stop.

But I know a real fight when I see one. I would have hoped to gain the upper hand though by my turn of speed and the pure force of my blows. For some reason though she always seems to spot what I'm doing much faster than she should. Guess she wouldn?t have got where she is without being quite good.

I have to beware of her rings though. My face will not take much more of that treatment without lasting damage. The cunt! My right arm strains as she twists it forcing me to close in on her. I take my left from my face ready to block any blow from her ringed fist.

And a sharp pain from my groin causes me to fold as her kick connects. My painful grunt sounding half choked by the blood pouring from my nose. "Tch Tch", she says amusedly, "you're not having trouble breathing are you?"

With that she yanks my arm down, gripping just above the elbow with her other hand and rams her knee up against it from below. The pain tears through me, causing me to cringe. Every single muscle in my body tenses under the onslaught of extreme pain, driving the tears into my eyes.

"If you can?t stand the heat", she says grinning down at me as I look up at her through blurry eyes. I see her hips shift as she shifts her weight, as she turns and kicks out I am already moving turning in on my own arm, my back now to Jessie but the strain taken
off my elbow and shoulder.

I place one naked foot on the rim of the sink, as her kick swings through missing me if not by much. Then I push myself backwards into her. Catching her off-guard one leg off the floor. The back of my head connects heavily with her face as we stagger backwards and crash into the wall. Her hand still grabs my wrist, her arm effectively around my chest.

I sink my teeth into the soft skin of her arm til I draw blood. Mad with the pain from my strained elbow. Jerking and twisting my left arm until I see coloured dots in front of my eyes before I manage to break free. Jessie?s right fist hits me in the side right above of the small of my back, connecting with so much force that I feel a stab of pain right through to my chest. I smash my head back into her face as hard as I can.

Grinning with delight as I feel her nose give and can tell by her scream that I've struck true. I feel her thighs brush up against the base of my ass as she is taller, then suddenly they tense. I duck and spin around, a vicious right hook cutting the air right above my head. Her fucking emerald shining in the light, a bright drop or crimson on its top.

"My fucking blood!", I scream and drive my right into her soft, bare belly. The bitches hands clutch at her belly as she folds with the pain. A beautiful drop of blood drips off her battered face. Blood from her nose smeared across the lower half of her face, her eyes clenched shut with the pain. I turn to the table beside us and grab one of the chairs placed there. Bringing it around smashing it against her fucking legs.

With a scream the dark-haired bitch drops to the floor. I drop the chair and smile down gripping for her hair. Scanning for my Ellyn in the crowd. I scan the faces, seeing many in joy with Jessie?s disadvantage, and many others.. lips moving in obscene retorts. But I can not see my girl. The guy Max is there doing something apparently delightful, which I am glad to say is hidden from sight by the people before him.

I resort to look for Sharon wanting to look into the slutty assistant?s face when I mash her boss?s face. But there is no sign of her.

AARGH!! Excruciating pain suddenly tears through my thoughts, every fibre of my body screaming with pain. I stare down in horror at Jessies left hand, her claws sunken deeply into my unprotected pussy. My skirt long ago ridden up my thighs again, now crumpled uselessly around my waist. Two of her fingers have dug their way inside me, nails scratching at my most tender flesh, her thumbnail digging into the soft folds, all five digits clawing with the utmost of pressure she could muster.

"You should not have taken your eyes off me, BITCH!", she says in almost a hoarse whisper. I aim a punch at her face, but she merely yanks her arm back forcing my hips to move, shifting my position enough to spoil my aim. Twisting her hand into my pussy, as if trying to tear me up. I can feel her nails starting to prick my skin, the first hot drops of blood showing, as our eyes meet, mine in pain, hers pleasure.

For a timeless moment I see her pretty face look up at me, eyes taking on a dark shape, lips curled in a grim smile accentuated by the droplets of blood across her lips and cheeks. Then her strong shoulders bulge as she pushes her right arm out.. her flat hand shooting out, palm pushing onto my knee.

With a horrifying noise my knee starts to give, then in the last moment my naked foot slips on the tiled floor and I half spin half drop to the floor. Breathless for a long moment by the pain in my leg. In the very moment my knee hits the floor her hand tangles in my hair, ripping upwards, forcing my head up to look into her face. My scalp on fire. I can feel the blood running from my broken nose, it catches momentarily on my swelling lip before it drips into my open mouth, causing me to cough as I try to snarl defiance at her.

I notice in a flash that both her hands are on me now and snap my knees shut hard as
I can, the pain screaming in my mind. With tears in my eyes I look into her surprised face, her left hand trapped between my knees. Her right hand leaves my hair, bunching a fist, I grab both her shoulders with my hands, and taking care to dig my nails deep as they would go I pull her towards me, butting my head into her already blood-covered face. Her howl is music in my ears, then her hand clenches, her thumbnail actually piercing the moist and already bruised folds.

And while I still gasp, her ringed right hits me onto the eye nearly knocking me over backwards. In fact only not knocking over due to the support of her trapped arm. My vision clouds for a moment and I panicky try to see what she does. Her dreaded emerald has left a cut on my temple and the blood runs down into my eye, a dark shade starting to show around it, in my already badly bruised face. By now we are both on our knees on the kitchen floor, legs hurting too badly to get up quick. Our faces bruised and battered.

Purple marks showing on our naked cunts. Both panting with effort, and pain. Sweat showing in a fine flush on our well shaped bodies. Up very close. Tasting each other?s breath on our faces. Still equal for now, but the end drawing closer.

[Jessikafights]

HELEN?s POSTING: A SIDE STORY

Sharon stood in the crowd with her hand to her mouth, watching as the two women chased each other through the little kitchenette. She did not at all like to see the knife end up in Helen?s hand. When the blood spurted red all across Jessie?s arm, the pretty blonde bit her lips in anticipation, her eyes glued to the scene, stomach clenching so tight she felt almost sick. But then Jessie turned the table once again.

Knowing exactly, and from personal experience, where to grip and how to push to gain advantage over youthful arrogance and hot-headedness.

Her eyes met her lover?s, as Jessie smiled at her, Helen struggling in her grip, nose oozing blood, tears burning shamefully on the upstart-blondes badly bruised face. Jessie kissed her emerald ring in a mocking act glanced at her pretty assistant and then returned her attention to the cursing Helen. It seemed she was safe enough for now, Sharon thought, and decided to finally follow an urge that she had felt ever since the panic had gripped her loins at the sight of the knife. As she pushed through the crowd two eyes stared fixedly at the slim patch of lightly tanned skin that showed between her skirt and
her top while she was moving.

Ellyn reached for the phone at the desk next to her. Her fingers dialed a short number very quickly. Somewhere a light lit up on a little black box. Ellyn replaced the phone, her eyes still staring at the tiny frame of the distant kitchen door, behind which Helen and Jessie exchanged punches and kicks. She had begged for this chance. She wanted to make Sharon pay. "Good Luck", she whispered in the rough direction of the kitchenette then she turned and edged her way smoothly through the crowd.

Lena was enjoying a quiet smoke in the restroom. No sound of the commotion upstairs could be heard here. The Beeper she wore in her costume-jackets pocket started to blink. She hurriedly switched it off and stowed it away.

The door opened and a pretty blonde of medium height walked in directly heading for one of the boxes. Lena gave only the faintest of sounds, and folded up, hitting the floor. Sharon let go of the door which swung open inwards, and turned to the collapsed girl. "Are you all right?" (okay admittedly that is sort of a daft thing to say in such conditions, but then again it actually is what most people do... and that way what most of us would... say [img]wink.gif[/img] Lena nodded, her face somewhat contorted and allowed herself to be helped
to her feet. "I... was just dizzy, its my circulation, if its real hot I sometimes get all...", she indicated dizzy with a gesture of her finger.

Sharon holding her arm at shoulder and elbow helped Lena up and lead her over to the sinks. "Better now?", she asked slowly letting go.

"Yes.", Lena said smiling at her over her shoulder. "Much better. Bitch!"

Lena jabbed her elbow back into Sharon?s soft throat. The young blonde took a step backwards eyes wide with shock, her hands moved to her throat. Lena smiled at the soft choking noises as Sharon gasped for breath. Mouth gaping open in a soundless scream. She grabbed the assistant?s blonde curls and spun her round, pushing her face first, into the wall. Sharon gave a cut off wail as she collided hard, leaving a smudge of blood on the whitewashed wall, and dropped to her knees. In that moment to Sharon?s relief the door opened and a young blonde woman walked into the room. "Ah there you are.", Lena smiled.

Then she spun into a roundhousekick to Sharon?s face that knocked the blonde assistant over so hard, she actually skidded about an inch or two across the grey tiles. "Now don?t we just love you like that.", Ellyn said from the door.

Sharon sat up clutching at her hurting face. A trickle of blood ran down her forehead. The pretty blonde stared in disbelief as Ellyn casually put her hand against the liquid soap
dispenser and pressed the lever a few times without taking her eyes off the prone girl.

Lena grabbed Sharon?s hand and pulled the bedazzled blonde to her feet. Suddenly Sharon lashed out, poking her fingers into Lena?s eye. The woman screamed out and instinctively turned away, letting go of Sharon?s hand. The young assistant dashed towards Ellyn, lounging herself at the hated girl, claws poised for her face. It was all Ellyn could do to grab her wrists and turn her face, before the pressure of the onslaught sent her back first into the door.

Ellyn was not sure if the worrying creak she had heard came from the door or her shoulderblades, which sent pulsating waves of agony down along her spine. Sharon?s knee caught her hip, and as she tried to twist out of the way of her next blow, the blonde?s sharp nails caught her cheek and left two brightly glowing scratches right across her cheek. She twisted the assistant?s arms away from her face, forcing Sharon back by brute strength, for one moment both women were locked in their struggle, grunting with effort, pushing and twisting. Ellyn felt the liquid soap in her hand spill down her arm into her sleeve, slimy, awkward and moist.

Sharon twisted her arm and Ellyn felt her grip slip. Her eyes moved down the blonde assistant?s smooth throat to the pushed up rounds of her generous cleavage. Her fingernails left deep scratches along Sharon?s wrists as the assistant finally twisted her hand out of her soap-greased grip, then Ellyn?s head jerked forward.

For a moment she breathed the exuberant sweetness of the assistant?s tanned skin, then her teeth sank into the soft skin of Sharon?s firm round tits. Sharon screamed, she pushed and punched at her attacker?s head and back trying to push her away, then she kicked out hard. Ellyn let go with a painful gasp and the assistant took a reeling step backwards.

But Lena came up beside her grabbing her shoulder with both hands, bringing her knee up into her stomach. The young blonde tried to tear free, ramming her elbow into Lena?s perky chest hitting her only weekly as the knee connected painfully with her abdomen and she tried to stop herself in panic, from folding up. Her nails slashed at Lena?s face but the lithe brunette leaned out of the way and brought a left-handed uppercut to the side of her chin.

Sharon looked for the door, if she could only push her away and just run to get Jessie. But before she could move any further Ellyn rose before her and slapped her soap-soiled hand into her face rubbing across her eyes.

Sharon screamed, her hands flew to her face, tears burning in her eyes. Her vision momentarily blurred out. She felt somebody grab her arms dragging her backwards through the room. "No! You're insane, let me out of here!" Suddenly Ellyn was so close to her, that Sharon could feel her breath on her face. The blonde?s voice was as sweet as honey: "Well surely you were the first to let me go when your bitch-friend was raping me with her fucking strap on the other day weren?t you?"

Sharon was spun around then a kick connected heavily with her back and she crashed noisily into the door of a cabin. She tried to regain her balance but somebody kicked at her feet, and she half fell, half slid down the door until her chin caught the doorhandle and broke her fall. Sharon hit the cold, tiled floor and tasted blood. Tears streaked her
pretty face, the burning growing weaker as the soap was slowly washed away.

Ellyn?s foot pressed down on the back of her neck and mashed her face against the floor, as the blonde shifted her weight. "There you are bitch"

She kicked Sharon into the side, extracting a whimper. "Such a pathetic heap of bimbo. And you felt so tough having a go at me with that Jessie behind you."

Sharon cringed and howled as Lena?s foot connected sharply with her upper back. Ellyn grinned joyfully.

"And now I've got a surprise for you Sharon." Lena grabbed the whimpering girl?s elbows and forced her upright. Ellyn reached out and ripped the assistant?s top clear off her body. A drop of blood from a cut in Sharons lip dripped down onto her heaving breasts. The black push up bra accentuated the light tan of her body. Ellyn grabbed at the underwire-cups and ripped several times, her nails leaving red scratchmarks all across Sharon?s tits, until the hooks on the back gave and the bra ripped.

Ellyn dropped it to the floor with a sneer. Then she produced the very dildo that Jessie had used on her. Sharon?s eyes widened fearfully.

"Don't think it was easy to get, I broke two letter openers and my nail-file trying to get into that fucking drawer." Ellyn approached her with a menacing smile. "Now you're going to find out how it feels, bitch"

She hit Sharon in the face with the dildo. The blonde?s eyes closed, tears still shone wetly on her face. Her makeup dissolving. There was blood on her forehead and smeared around several cuts in her face. A dark bruise went across one side of her face from
Lena?s kick, and a bright, neat bitemark adorned the top of her right
breast.
Ellyn giggled. "Now look at all that Makeup will you. Made yourself sooo pretty, didn't you?", she pinched Sharon?s cheek laughing at her. Lena craned to see, and snorted. "You look like an owl, slut!"

Ellyn pushed the dildo into her belt and kicked one of the toilet compartments open. "Let's wash her face!"

"Noo!", Sharon screamed. But Lena already pushed her towards the door, twisting her elbows with so much fervour, it threatened to dislocate Sharon?s shoulder. The blonde screamed as she hit the side of the doorway, scratching her face at the metal frame. She stumbled inside as Lena pushed again, chafing a bit of skin of her tit as it scraped along the edge. Sharon dropped to her knees in front of the john (in the ladies it should be called a "jill").

Ellyn gripped her hair and slammed her head forward, force-bending her over the edge. Her tits scraped down over the sides of the seat as Lena sat down on her back to keep her still. Ellyn?s foot hit the back of her neck and pushed her down into the water. Sharon wailed in protest and humiliation, coughing and spurting as she nearly swallowed
some of the water. Her voice was hoarse with begging as she was bent, half naked, over the seat, her head stuck down into the toilet.

Ellyn laughed at her pleas and forced her down again, pushing her face down against the stained plastic at the ground of the little pool inside. "Thats where you belong bitch. And your friend does too!" Lena cheered while tying Sharons hands onto her back a thin cord.

Ellyn removed her foot and Sharon raised her head, surfacing from the depths, water
dripping of her battered face, the cut in her lip had opened again adding a spot of crimson to the glistening shades of her beaten face.

She coughed weakly, her eyes begging, tears flowing freely now with her humiliation. Lena started to work on the blonde?s skirt sliding it up above her hips working her panties down and off her legs. Ellyn bent closely over the tied woman.

Flourishing the dildo for her to see, she chuckled. "Now don?t worry too much dear, it did stop hurting after a couple of days." Ellyn?s voice growing harsher and her eyes dark with
the memory of Sharon and Jessie raping her.

Defiance flickered up in Sharon?s eyes. "Yeah, like I have not felt that dildo of Jessie before, you fucking cow! And I'm not one who keeps squirming and screaming cause she can not really take it!"

Ellyn?s eyes went cold and cruel. She pushed the surprised Lena aside and started to kick the tied blonde hard in the crotch. Her brand new shoes soon coated with moisture as she relentlessly kicked into the blonde?s unprotected cunt. Sharon rocked heavily with each kick. The lid of the toilet fell shut upon her, her heavy tits catching at the edge of the seat whenever she moved back. Her screams of pain echoed in the porcelain bowl.

Ellen kicked harder still and the black surface of her shoes showed slightly darker spots as a few drops of blood appeared on Sharon?s naked cunt. Ellyn panted with effort and anger, she stopped for one moment and kicked again, the tip of her shoe hitting directly on Sharon?s pubic mound, with a nasty crunching sound.

The blonde?s scream went shrill and then subsided into muffled whimpering. Lena reached for the other woman?s shoulder and pushed her back a little. "Hey, it's enough.", she looked into Ellyn?s eyes until they showed the message had got through to her, then she added more gently. "Don?t you think?"

Ellyn slowly calmed. "Yes.", she grinned, "After all we need something left to take the pictures off." She stepped into the strap on harness and fitted the dildo into place, while Lena opened the lid of the toilet and pulled Sharon?s head up by her blonde curls, taking
photographs of her dripping face.

Ellyn grabbed the blonde?s hips and lifted her ass up a little bringing the tip of the toy to Sharon?s badly bruised pussy. She slid the large dildo slowly inside her, relishing the muffled moans of protest and of pain. The flash of Lena?s camera highlighted Sharon?s wild eyed expression.

Then Lena proceeded to strip out of her pants and sat down on the toilet. Her legs widely
spread, Sharon between them. The sobbing blonde looked up at her shaking her head, fear in her eyes but Lena just pushed her down into her lap and held her there by her ears, steering occasionally, as Sharon?s tongue trailed weakly up her pink lips trembling like a
butterfly.

Ellyn watched the large rubber cock spread Sharon?s swollen labia as it slid deeply inside her, then she started to hump, in hard strokes, Jessie?s laughter sounding in her head. "I like fucking women."

Ellyn shook the thought off and grabbed Sharon?s hips so hard her nails started to pierce the sweet tanned skin. She smiled at the muffled groans that came from between Lena?s thighs as Sharon?s face, pressed, wet with tears against Lena?s lap, her tongue working its way inside her tight slit, her nose rubbing involuntarily up and down her labia.

Soon Lena began to sigh, leaning her head far back lips parting. Her moans louder than Sharon?s muffled grunts. Ellyn?s own pussy was wet and tingling with her revenge of the rapist bitch. With one last push of her hips she thrust deeply into Sharon?s pussy, forcing the blonde forwards, her mouth gasping in surprise against Lena?s heated cunt, both
girls screamed.

And with a satisfied smile Ellyn pulled the dildo out of Sharon?s cunt. Stepped out of the harness and dropped it on the floor next to Sharon?s torn clothes. "We're going to leave you here now. So that all the girls who go to the toilet today can fuck your
little lezzie cunt."
With that she went out, Lena adjusted her clothes, stowed her camera and smiled. "See ya bitch", Then the two women left.

Back in the office they started to casually hand out some of their polaroids, and soon half of the crowd was watching the fight between Jessie and Helen while the other half was looking in awe at the pictures they were holding. Pictures of Sharon?s beaten face, tears running from her pleading eyes, her lips half opened in a lewd groan as some unseen woman rams a strap on into her cunt.

Another one showed the pretty blonde with her head stuffed down into a toilet, her skirt hitched up over her hips. The next one showed beads of water dripping off her pretty face, a purple bruise across her cheek, the last traces of her makeup smeared down across it.

Then there was a series of two more pictures showing the blonde crumpled up on the floor her body cringing, half lifted, by a kick into her stomach. The last one was of her hanging defeated across the toilet seat. Her hands tied on her back, shaved pussy exposed, dark purple bruises visible all across her sex. And on the bottom of the pic, in lipstick, it said, FUCKTOY.

"I wonder if this will distract Jessie?s supporters.", Lena grinned wickedly.

[Jessikafights]

JESSIE?s POSTING

Office Catfight: Round 9

On our knees on the office kitchen floor ... Both of us are tired and weary, our muscles aching, our lungs panting to draw in oxygen ... our naked bodies glistening with sweat ... our breasts and pussies bruised and mauled ...

I became aware of a number of my staff ... both male and female ... who had their hands in their trousers or under their skirts or fondling their tits ... eyes half closed ... obviously enjoying themselves ... and suddenly I feel a little ashamed at my nudity ... self-conscious like a little girl ... My neatly trimmed bush visible to all my staff ... Shit! And my not quite so recently shaved pubes ... Fleetingly I wondered whether they would notice ... and whether the occasional obnoxious grey hair had again invaded my most intimate turf ... Gawd! I looked awful ... my left breast was visibly swollen and turning purple from the punishment ... I just prayed none of the damage was permanent ...

I gritted my teeth ... the fucking bitch was not going to beat me ... and slowly I forced myself up ... as Helen also staggered up, moving towards each other. I feinted a blow at her head again, but as she starting taking evasive action I plowed it home just above the top of Helen's triangle of wild pubic hair, driving her back a step with her eyes wide with shock.

I felt a vicious thrill like electricity course through me at Helen's grimace as the punch compressed her bladder, and I smiled as I noticed a trickle of yellow liquid trickle down her inner thighs. Sharon and my other supporters cheered, "That's it, nail her in the pussy, boss ? chop her down to size, then lay in to those tits of hers!" But Helen kept her hands up, so I stabbed her with another wicked low right, this time straight in to the base of her hairy mound, flattening her clitoris against her pubic bone. AAAIIEEE!!!

Now Helen had to drop her guard to cover up her aching battered bush. I grinned wickedly and swung a left hook that connected with the bitch's unguarded chin, snapping her head to the side. Helen spun 180 degrees, turning her back to me, stumbling out of the kitchen and falling face-first over a desk, sending a small portable HP printer flying.

Moving forward as fast as I could, I grab her by the hair, lifting her face up and smashing it into the desk. "Had enough yet, bitch?", I goad feeling in control. But when I tried to bash her head into the desk again, she jabbed her elbow back to connect with my damaged left tit. Although it didn't land heavily, it was sufficiently painful for me to release my hold. As I clutched my tit, the bitch spun around, and followed up with a right cross that landed with a "smack" to my right tit.

I squealed with the pain, but countered with a left cross of my own that slammed in to the inner portion of Helen's sizeable right tit flattening it. Helen froze in her tracks as tears involuntarily streaked down her cheeks. I followed up with a crushing uppercut into the soft underside ... sending the tit flying up ... Helen staggered backwards horrified at the pain stabbing into her chest like an external heart attack. I chided her, "Ha ? who?s the saggy cow now? Huh? ? When I'm done with you, you'll need new breast implants!"

I was in control now, and pumped a straight right then a straight left directly in to the arrogant Gothic bitch's hairy cunt, my knuckles and rings banging against the front of her fleshy, prominent pubis. As I swung again, Helen turned aside defensively, turning her back so she faced out over the desk and my punch landed harmlessly on the fleshy side of her right butt cheek.

I picked a new target and slammed my right fist into Helen's right kidney once, then again. Helen's knees gave in from the searing pain and she began to slide down from the top of the desk ... I stepped away and let the little trollop crash to her knees on the floor, giving her a short kick in the bare ass sending her sprawling face forward in the passage between the desks ...

Smiling confidently now, I look around for Sharon in the crowd to indicate to her to fetch my strap-on and other bondage paraphernalia ... the fight was going to be over soon!

But I don't see her anywhere ... OH FUCK!! ... Then my eyes fastened on the pictures distributed by Helen's supporters among the crowd ... showing her lovely body beaten and abused ... Tears sprung to my eyes and a blind fury stabbed through me ... MY GAWD!!! .. Helen and her bitches were going to pay horribly!!!

***

HELEN?s POSTING:

I coughed painfully, and tried to get up on my knees. A searing pain
stabbed through my kidneys and froze every muscle in place. I felt
myself tremble, sweat coating every inch of skin. The pain tore
through me until it tore into my well bruised chest. I wondered
briefly if something could have ripped inside it. Only barely aware of
Jessie taunting me, already half celebrating her victory. I tried to
ignore the knowledge that the whore was very well quite close to
beating me.

My tit felt so sore I could not bear my weight on it. So I
tried to push myself onto my side but the movement dislodged a drop of
cold moisture that ran down the inside of my thigh. Shame blushed my
face beetroot and I tried desperately to pull my skirt back down over
my ass and thighs to cover the shame. Then I heard Jessie scream. "You
Bitch! What have you done to Sharon! You'll fucking pay for that!"

Then her foot connected with my side so hard it flipped me to my back,
momentarily knocking the breath from my lungs. The bitch was standing
next to me glaring alternatively at me and the polaroid in her
trembling hand. I tried to smile as I saw her face, knowing that Ellyn
and her friend must have got the bitch good. But the attempt only
caused my swollen lips to stretch, tearing on a cut in my lip till it
split open again. My breathing muffled by the blood coating my broken
nose.

Then the bitch brought her foot down hard on my already pounded
tit, stomping it down hard against my aching (whatever that bone's
called, sternum?).

Ellyn gave a sympathetic whimper from the crowd, drawing Jessie?s
attention towards her. "YOU!", she spat. Ellyn?s eyes widened in
anguish as Jessie approached her. The pretty thing being about almost
an inch shorter than me, Jessie towered over her like a vengeful
demon. "Where is she!", she grabbed Ellyns throat with one hand, her
eyes radiant with anger. Lena who was just handing the last of the
polaroids to Max, smiling down at his obvious arousal, turned her head.

********

JESSIE?s POSTING

OFFICE FIGHT: CONCLUSION

"Where is she?", I screeched, completely beside myself with rage. The diminutive blonde bitch Ellyn's eyes seemed to swell and pop out of her head as I held her in a brutal stranglehold around her slim neck, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead, her face discolouring ... her fear evident, her lips moving soundlessly until she struggled to gurgle out: "I ... i .. in ... the .. toi ... toilet ..."

I let her go and she collapsed to the ground on to her knees, clutching her throat, moaning in fear ... pleading for mercy: "PLEASE, MISS JESSIE ... NO!!!". Her eyes widened as I seized a small flatbed scanner from the desk ... "FUCKING BITCH!", I muttered and wacked the side of her head viciously, sending her flying to land sideways, her skirt riding up showing her lavender panties, still wet at the crotch from the humiliation dished out to my lovely assistant ...

I turned to see Lena desperately making her way towards the exit, realising that things weren't going their way any more ... Both Helen and Ellyn put out of action ... I swiftly unplugged a mouse from the keyboard of a computer, and twirled it twice around my head before releasing it ... to spin rapidly through the air until connecting with and tangling around the bitch's legs ... bringing her down crashing like a lassoed steer ... her ample breasts smashing with sickening force into the thin mat of the office ... winded and struggling feebly like a fish on dry land ...

Slowly I sauntered forward ... though still breathless from my vicious fight with Helen ... the exhilaration started pumping through my veins, sensually, erotic, tantalising ...

I stomped my foot onto the sensitive kidney area of Lena's back, eliciting a soft groan, while raising my arms in the air triumphantly. Then I reached down and began to tear the bitch's clothing off, until she was clad only in her panties. Rolling her over on to her back with my foot, I lifted the little slut into the air, and drove her back down across my extended knee - in a brutal backbreaker! Keeping Lena's body arched over my knee for a few moments, I twisted her nipples and pounded her in the belly before shoving her off my knee. Then I stomped the bitch in the gut a few times, making Lena clutch her tummy.

Reaching down, I next yanked off her panties, leaving her completely nude, displaying her innermost charms to everyone like a common street whore. Slowly I lowered my steaming, hot cunt onto her squirming face, spread my pussy lips, and mumbled mockingly: "OOOHH!! My bladder is now so full from all that action ... that I've just got to PEE!!!" I grinned cruelly as I saw the shock and horror register on Lena's face, then started pissing in a huge stream of bright yellow liquid all over her wildly struggling face ... my clitoris swelling and rising from its hood by the spurting titillation from the heavy flow of piss, and the humiliation I was obviously dishing out ...

Her face twisted in disgust as she tried to clamp her mouth shut, but my salty, slightly acid piss splashed into her nostrils, causing her to gasp desperately for air, but instead getting a mouthful of my piss ... swallowing and spluttering madly ... Slowly I squeezed out the last drops and treated myself to sensuously wiping my cunt dry all over her face ... delighting in the delicious sensations it sent through my throbbing clit, but deliberately not pushing myself over the orgasmic edge ... All the time holding her panties over my head, displaying my prize, twirling it victoriously around my fingers, before finally stuffing them into Lena's mouth.

"Strip that slut Ellyn too, and tie the fucking bitches up! Use telephone chords, computer cables or their own fucking underwear! Spread them nice and wide!", I commanded my staff, "I just need to attend to poor Sharon and clean up a bit ... before I shall return to make them pay!"

With a huge smile, I noticed that Max was one of the first to eagerly move forward to bound my vanquished opponents ... not ashamed to hide his enormous arousal ... obviously hoping for some reward ... Tch, tch ... MEN!

After untying and tending to my sobbing assistant, and calming her down with gentle caresses and butterfly kisses ... and a nice, hot shower together, we returned, Sharon fully clad, but I myself only in a dressing gown ... intent on exacting revenge, and making sure that any future trouble makers in the office would think twice before crossing us again.

I'm thrilled to see all three bitches tied spread-eagled, legs forced apart lewdly with cut-off pieces of broomstick tied to their knees, each on a desk, with their own panties stuffed into their mouths. Another lovely assistant had meanwhile brought out all my bondage paraphernalia. I said" "OK, guys, you can have your way so long with Ellyn and Lena, but Helen is mine and the girls! Heh, heh ... At least for now!"

It almost seemed comic how my male staff rushed forward, dropping their pants and queuing up to relief the pent-up tension in their swollen testicles - well, I suppose working for a Boss Bitch like me had its compensations, I smiled grimly. Ellyn and Lena both squirmed violently, but too no avail, and soon the men were thrusting and pumping their penises deeply into their gaping cunts and anuses ... their screams muffled by their panties ... bodies bucking futilely ... GAWD! I couldn't think of a more fitting punishment and humiliation than to have their lovely lesbian pussies and arses violated in this way ... Shit! Things could've been so different, had they not chosen to piss me off!

Turning away, I grabbed a spanking paddle, dragged the bound Helen off the desk by the hair, and put her across my knee like a disobedient child. Helen stared at me defiantly, hate still evident in her eyes, and I wondered what she would've done to me had she won. I push the thought from my mind, and begin to spank her on her bare, sexy ass! "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH? I'll teach you who is boss!"

While spanking her, I took a handful of Helen's hair with my left hand, and drew her head back by the hair to whisper insults into her ear. My staff began to count loudly along with the spanks until they lost count, because I spanked her for a long, long time. "Thought I was too old and over the hill, bitch?", I taunted. Slowly but surely Helen was being turned into a sobbing, blubbering mess.

After more than 50 spanks Helen's ass was beet red, and I shoved her off my knee. I now picked her up and draped her back over the desk, directly in the line of vision of the other two bitches. Her legs were spread nice and wide all ready for an all-out assault on her privates. Getting more and more sexually excited myself, I now slowly took out an electric razor, held it over my head, and turned it on so the buzz could be heard
through-out the office, its noise rising above the grunting and groaning of the rutting men. I glanced over quickly and saw that some men had removed the panties from Ellyn and Lena's mouths, and that some white semen was trickling from the corners of their mouths!

I turned my attention back to Helen. I played with my fingers through her thick, wiry bush and whispered " I think it's time we cleared up this mess - one never knows what dangerous things could be hiding in such a wild forest!", giggling wickedly at my own rather feeble joke. Then I went in and proceeded to very slowly shave the arrogant bitch's pussy completely and totally BALD. Helen was soon crying from the humiliation of having her pussy completely shaved, her wet slit and swollen lips exposed lewdly to everyone's gaze. She quivered helplessly as I slowly traced my fingers around her now satin smooth cunt lips, teasing her softly, before spreading her wide open to reveal her glistening clit, already hard and erect, and almost as big as mine ... "Now isn't that a lot better, darling? Hmm? It looks like you're enjoying this, you're so WET ... literally DRENCHED like the SLUT you really are!"

"Tch, tch ... Would you like me to tease and tickle your lovely clitty for you until you cum?", I teased, gently stroking the fleshy gland, so that Helen's hips started bucking involuntarily, moaning with desire, thrusting her cunt forward rhythmically to increase the pressure against my forefinger. Feeling her getting wilder and wilder, closing in on a gigantic orgasm, I decided it was time for some good old-fashioned clit-pinching. With my sharp fingernails I suddenly grabbed her swollen clit roughly and began pinching it hard.

Helen's body stiffened and spasmed wildly, but now in pain rather than the expected ecstasy, her screams only barely muffled by the panties in her mouth. Deliberately cruelly, I used my fingers to mash, twist, pinch, and just generally violate her sensitive clit, making the beaten, humiliated beauty moan wildly from the pain. Meanwhile my own left hand had dropped to my own sodden crotch, delving deep into the slippery folds and the hot, wet pleasure of my own delightfully horny pussy.

Next I collected and took the shorn, damp clumps of Helen's cunt hair over to the smiling Sharon, and gave it to her, saying: "Here ... take this ... It'll make a nice trophy ... maybe you can use it on one of these exquisite lesbian nude wall collages of yours ... will certainly add a bit of authenticity to their pubic patches, don't you think?" Sharon giggled wickedly and sniffed at the large handful of curly pussy hair, and said" "Hmm? That's a fantastic idea ... not only visually more authentic, but aromatically too!"

I slipped off my dressing gown, and took out a large vibrating dildo. I turned the dildo on maximum, and held it aloft for all to see. Then I jammed it as far as it could go into Helen's vagina, and enjoyed seeing her eyes open wide as her insides were stretched and tormented by the enormous, buzzing dildo. After the initial shock from the humiliation, Helen's eyes closed and her mouth started forming an "o" shape, as she is too broken to even scream. I enjoyed ramming the dildo hard in and out of her wet twat ... the fucking bitch was getting was she deserved! Eventually, I shoved the device as far as it could go into Helen, leaving it turned up to maximum, and put a piece of tape over it to keep it from slipping out.

Then I mounted her face, removing the panty from her mouth, spreading my moist pussy lips, and commanded: "Lick, bitch ... if you know what's good for you!" Helen tried twisting her face away, but I dug my nails deep into her tits ... and reluctantly she started licking, knowing she had no choice ... My hips gyrated as the most beautiful sensations coursed up through my body. Soon I was lost in paradise ... my whole skin tingling ... and shivers of absolute delight shaking my whole body. My hands drifted to my rock hard nipples, accelerating my rising passion ... OOOHH!! ... AAAHH!! ... That's SOO GOOD! ... FASTER! ... FASTER! FASTER! ... YES! ... YES! YES! ... And finally I came, with a huge rush of cunt juices spilling over Helen's prone face.

"Hmm! You're going to make a YUMMY sex toy and slave for the office ... it's about time we had some regular stress relief ... Oh, and Sharon, please make sure that we have a large supply of replacement batteries ... I think we're going to need them!", I said as I dismounted, " OK, girls who is next?"

THE END

{The Final Poll was: Helen = 16; Jessie = 19}

Any comments - good or bad - are welcome!

[MikeJV]

Hey Jess, GREAT seein ya again *HUG* Loved the story, glad ya won. (i was cheerin for ya) Not really a complaint, but I was a lil bummed that it wasn't a deathfight... would of loved to see ya use the knife to remove her nips and clit before finishing her off... and her 2 friends also... but that's just me. *evil grin*

(corrected, thx Jess)

MikeJV

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 23, 2006 04:06 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>

[Jessikafights]

Hi MikeJV ... you mean NOT a deathfight ...

Sorry, I'm not always in deathfights ... but thanks for the support! [img]wink.gif[/img]