Damon's Stories

[Caporegime]

Damon is this writer on seakingsfemfight and I was wondering if anyone knew where else his stories could be found? His stories about the rivalry between Kathleen and Jennifer are some of the best I've ever read, but there seems to be more then what is posted on SKFF and I would certainly appreciate some help in finding some of the stories that are not posted at SFKK. I feel damn foolish about asking this, but I'm afraid I'm at my wit's end looking for them and would appreciate all the help I can get.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ September 13, 2008 03:08 AM: Message edited by: Caporegime ]</font>

[DaleCar12]

Use to be a lot of his stuff on the old Fatal Females at Sexy boards, before they went under. this place opened up as a replacement for that more or less. I might even have a few of those stories if i can find them

Dale

[Swan2005]

Well, I think I have many of Damon's Stories in my collection ... should I post it?

[DaleCar12]

Thats the idea, I think

Dale

[Swan2005]

… My God, 10 years has passed since that moment as I’ve read the first story from Damon ... but we should not be so sad...

The site SKFF has many of his stories, but I have more. To begin with the saga about
Kathleen vs. Jennifer

Well, fellows... It has borrowed a lot of time from me... The matter is that ingenious Damon – is very prolific author and not much worried about ordering his works……

Only the first three stories about Kathleen vs. Jennifer have the chronological order:
1. Kathleen vs. Jennifer - A DIP IN THE POOL (http://www.seakingsfemfight.com/stor...rydamon15.html)
2. Kathleen vs. Jennifer - Redhead's Revenge
3. Kathleen vs. Jennifer - The Ring

Further they are mixed and each story has finished separately, may be somebody can and will result them in sequence in time...

Thus, for the beginning, I publish 2 and 3 stories which are not present on SKFF.

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[Swan2005]

<font size="4"><center><font color="#333366">Kathleen vs. Jennifer - Redhead's Revenge</font></center></font>


16-Sep-99 12:57:50 Catfighting & Choking - Smothering & Strangling

Kathleen was sunbathing nude in the backyard of her home, a week after her pool triumph over Jennifer. She though that Jennifer would have undoubtedly attacked her at work following the redhead’s humiliating face-sitting defeat after a knock-down, drag-out fight to the finish, but to the Kathleen's surprise, Jennifer hadn't even come near the victorious brunette the entire week.

She lay in the yard, behind her rustic home set high on a hill away from and above her neighbors, the property fenced in on three sides by a tall wooden fence, with a garage and a pine tree filling in the back end of the yard. She was facing the house, soaking up the sun's rays ... until something blotted them out.

"What the hell ... " muttered Kathleen as she sat up, eyes adjusting to the bright light. As she looked closer, she could make out a bikinied redhead standing in front of her lawn chair. A familiar redhead.

Jennifer.

"Hello there, bitch," chided Jennifer, as she began to remove her red two-piece swimsuit.

"What the hell do you want?" grilled Kathleen, glaring at the unwelcome intruder.

"Isn't it obvious?" replied Jennifer, her full breasts now fully visible in the sunlight, as was her furry red crotch. "I came here to fight you. No way am I going to let be one up on me!"

"You're crazy," shot back Kathleen, shaking her head slightly. "How the hell did you get in here, anyway?"

"The side gate was open," smiled Jennifer. "I just walked right in. I even parked the car a block away so I could walk up here and surprise you."

The two old rivals, 25 years old, white, busty and leggy at about 5'7 and 135 pounds each, were silent, the sun shining down, the wind blowing softly. The brunette was incredulous that the redhead had come out of nowhere to challenge her, and even more surprised that she had chosen to do so here on the dark-haired beauty's own home turf.

Kathleen wasn't intimidated, though. She had won last time by face-sitting Jennifer into oblivion, but she knew it probably wouldn't be that easy this time. Kathleen sized up the intruder, scanned Jenn's tight, sleek body for possible weaknesses, and then spoke.

"Fine," she started, beginning to get up. "Let's ..."

" ... get it on!" finished Jennifer as she lunged forward and tackled the brunette off the lawn chair. Jennifer then got Kathleen pinned beneath her, the redhead's hands on either side of the brunette's head as she banged Kathleen's skull up and down on the soft green lawn.

The struggle then took a turn as Kathleen reached up with both hands and squeezed them about Jennifer's soft, firm breasts, eliciting screams from the redhead. Jennifer released Kathleen's head and reached down to clutch both of Kathleen's tits before crushing them in a vise-like grip, drawing a howl from the brunette. They began to roll over and over in the grass, hands still squeezing about each other's breasts, with neither woman able to gain the advantage.


Jennifer and Kathleen continued squeezing each other's breasts like silly putty, flesh oozing out between their grasping, greedy fingers as both women cried out in agony, until Jennifer smashed her left fist into Kathleen's mouth, breaking off both her attacks. Wrapping her arms about the stunned brunette's waist, Jennifer pulled both battlers to their feet before squeezing the brunette in a back-breaking bearhug as Kathleen squealed.

Jennifer continued to crush Kathleen in her arms, the brunette's own appendages pinned to her sides and unable to help her. "I've waited all week for this, Kath," hissed Jennifer through clenched teeth. "Waited to pay you back for last time and squeeze the life from you!"

She tightened her hold, arms circling in tighter. Kathleen moaned long and loud in her opponent's grip, and the brunette felt her ribs caving in, her lungs being crushed as her arms were forcibly pressed in on her body. She felt consciousness ebbing from her form as Jennifer poured on the pressure, the redhead's arms wrapping around the brunette's body as tightly as she could, squeezing as hard as she could.

Kathleen continued to suffer in Jennifer's bearhug, the redhead lifting the brunette up onto her toes with her spine-snapping assault, as Jennifer steeled herself for one final back-breaking squeeze that she was sure would finish the fight, and Kathleen. She drew in a deep breath in preparation, closing her eyes as she did so - and suddenly felt a sharp pain shooting through her forehead as Kathleen snapped forward to head-butt the redhead.

Jennifer staggered under this new agony, her grip loosening slightly but still tight about the brunette. That wasn't the case after Kathleen landed another head blow, and then another, until she finally smashed her forehead into the bridge of Jennifer's nose. The stunned redhead lost her hold and fell back into the grass, as did Kathleen, both of them rubbing their skulls gingerly.

They struggled drunkenly to her feet, but Jennifer recovered first, lashing out with her left foot to slap its sole against Kathleen's cheek and send the brunette tumbling to the ground again. Rising quickly to her bare feet almost as fasts as she had gone down, Kathleen then felt the breath being knocked out of her body as Jennifer came up hard and tackled the brunette under the legs, the redhead's shoulder ramming into the brunette's gut as they toppled sideways onto the grass.

The two women grabbed each other by the hair and began rolling towards the right, towards the pine tree, both women yanking and pulling and cursing. It was Jennifer who broke the stalemate by ramming the heel of her hand into Kathleen's chin, stunning the brunette and breaking her hold. Rolling Kathleen over onto her back, Jennifer straddled the dazed brunette's waist before assaulting her foe with a flurry of punches, rights and lefts pounding away against the brunette's temples and cheekbones. Jennifer then began slapping Kathleen with the back of her hands, flesh making a sharp cracking sound on flesh with each blow. Kathleen tried to push Jennifer off her, but she had been too battered by Jennifer to mount much of an offensive.

Seeing her opponent fading, Jennifer grinned evilly and then plunged downwards with both hands to anchor them about Kathleen's throat, thumbs stabbing down hard into the brunette's windpipe and forcing her head back. Kathleen gagged and coughed as Jennifer began to throttle her, the redhead's hands shaking the brunette's head up and down, back and forth, and slamming it repeatedly against the grass. Kathleen's eyes were shut in anguish as Jennifer poured on the pressure, fingers tightening with each passing moment, hands squeezing like a vise as Jennifer strained to finish off both the fight and her foe.

"Nnnnhhhh," came the determined sound from Jennifer's mouth, like a mechanical engine revving mightily. Kathleen could only respond with "guhhh" and "haullp" as spittle began to drip from the corners of her mouth. She clutched madly at Jennifer's wrists, but try as she might she could not loosen her competitor's vicious grip. Her legs were useless, trapped under Jennifer's body as the redhead bounced up and down on the brunette's stomach. She reached up and tugged hard at the redhead's locks with one hand and covered Jenn's mouth with the other to suffocate her, but Jennifer only choked Kathleen all the harder for her insolence. Finally a fully-exhausted, nearly-breathless Kathleen offered no resistance at all, her arms splaying out uselessly to the sides as she resigned herself to her gruesome fate.

Jennifer kept strangling and slamming, harder and harder, until she saw that Kathleen was no longer fighting back. She relaxed her grip for just a moment as the real thought of victory began to set in - then Jennifer wrapped her hands in the back of Kathleen's long, curly, sweated hair and pulled the brunette upwards at the waist, higher and higher until she stuffed Kathleen's face into her sweaty bust.

Jennifer went wild, pumping and grinding as she pushed Kathleen further and further into her full breasts, the redhead smothering all the remaining oxygen from the defeated brunette, as pine needles dotted both women's nude, wet forms. Jennifer worked her fingers tighter into Kathleen's hair as she pushed her foe in harder, breast-suffocating the brunette like she had done so many times before only to have Kathleen bite her way free.

Now it was Jennifer's turn, and she was going to enjoy every second of her conquest whether her victim was awake or not. Pumping and grinding and pressing with her ample chest until she felt her own arms growing weak and her pussy growing wet, Jennifer finally released Kathleen and let the brunette fall back into the grass. Inhaling and exhaling rapidly in her excitement, Jennifer bent her head low over Kathleen's mouth to hear the brunette still breathing, albeit very weakly. Her hands resting on Kathleen's breasts, Jennifer squeezed her foe's tits savagely, crushing them like oranges before pinching her victim's thick nipples and provoking a small cry from the brunette, as the redhead smiled and prepared for the true coup-de-grace.

"You fucking sat on my face last time, bitch," she snarled. "Now it's time I returned the favor, you fucking whore!"

Rising up off her prone sacrifice, Jennifer walked forward over Kathleen until her feet were just above the brunette's pretty head; then the redhead dropped straight down and pressed the full weight of her shapely, luscious ass full into the brunette's face, Kathleen's nose disappearing up into Jennifer's crack.

The roles had been reversed from the last time out. The redhead began to bounce up and down, alternately flexing and relaxing her anterior cheeks as Kathleen offered no opposition. Jennifer bounced joyously for the next few minutes, grinding away on her enemy's countenance like mad for what seemed like forever, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her ass cheeks rubbing away harder and harder and harder ... At last Jennifer rolled off Kathleen and to the side, the redhead's hands massaging deftly between her long legs until at last she came with a loud cry and was still.

Rising to her bare feet some time later, Jennifer looked down upon the unconscious Kathleen, and placed her hands on her own hips defiantly before finally placing the sole of her bare foot onto her enemy's out-cold face. And she smiled wickedly, a huge, wide grin to celebrate her payback triumph.

The redhead had had her revenge.

END

[Swan2005]

<font size="4"><center><font color="#333366">Kathleen vs. Jennifer - The Ring</font></center></font>

23-Apr-99 13:42:46 Catfighting & Choking - Smothering & Strangling

It was months after her second fight with Kathleen, and Jennifer had finally dealt with the fact that she had lost. There was no shame in defeat, she reasoned, figuring she had beaten the brunette in their first encounter. Two fights, two chokeouts, two winners. So what if she had lost? At least they were even, and she'd probably never see Kathleen again, anyway.

Until Kathleen walked through the front door of the arena office.

"What the hell?" exclaimed Jennifer, who worked there for the local hockey team as its receptionist.

"Well, hello," replied Kathleen coolly. "It's my first day as community relations director. They didn't tell you?"

"No," came the sour reply.

"Too bad. Well, nice to see you again, Jennifer."

"Likewise." Jennifer smiled an evil smirk.

The next few days were uneventful, Jennifer avoiding Kathleen when she could. By the fourth day, though, she was sick of seeing the brunette. She felt she'd have to make the best of it, though, Kathleen wasn't going anywhere and neither was she.

That night Jennifer locked up the office late and cut through the main arena on her way out. It was an older building, not much to look at, and so old that security was practically non-existent. A few lights glowed from the ceiling a hundred feet above. Hockey season would begin in a week or so, but tomorrow night would host professional wrestling, and Jennifer had cut through to look at the ring. She had never seen one up close before, and wondered what it would be like to wrestle in one …

"Not bad, huh?" came a voice from behind her.

Jennifer turned to see Kathleen coming up the main walkway.

"What are you doing here?" inquired the redhead incredulously.

"Oh, I was just finishing up a few things late, and thought I'd stop by to check out the ring. Guess you had the same idea."

Jennifer just stood there staring, her combative urges rising within her.

Kathleen said what they were both thinking. "Wanna wrestle?"

"What for? We're even."

"Yeah, but I've gotta admit, Jennifer, I get a charge out of fighting you like nothing else I've ever done."

"What, is this a tiebreaker?"

"No. Just … competition. Me against you. No rules and no holds barred. May the better woman win."

"Or the luckier one," smiled Jennifer. Despite trying to avoid Kathleen these past few days, deep down inside she knew she wanted to struggle against her again.

"Then let's go," smiled Kathleen back

They made their way into the ring from the apron. Once inside the squared circles, they proceeded to strip as they had done in their first two fights, ripping off shoes, stockings, dresses, and underwear until they stood facing one another in their birthday suits. Pushing their discarded clothing off to the sides, they began to circle one another … and circle … and circle …

… until they finally lunged at one another and buried their hands in each other's hair. They pulled and tugged each other about by their manes, fighting for advantage, until Kathleen hooked a bare foot around Jennifer's ankle and sent them both tumbling to the well-padded canvas, breaking their hairholds.

Down on the deck, Jennifer was the first to recover, wrapping her long legs around Kathleen's midsection and squeezing as she locked her ankles. She also reached out with her left hand and squeezed it about Kathleen's right breast. The brunette winced as the redhead began to maul her, fingers crushing the soft fleshy mound as long tapering legs tightened about her midsection. Even as she tried to pull Jennifer's hand loose, Kathleen reached out with her own left hand and seized Jennifer's left breast in a vicious grip. Both women cried out, but kept right on mauling each other.

They twisted and turned against one another until finally Kathleen was atop Jennifer, the redhead's legs still wrapped about her. Both women now brought their other hands fully into the fray, and soon four soft breasts were being squeezed by four strong hands. Their agony was beyond belief as they pulled and twisted and crushed, neither woman able to gain the upper hand. Kathleen finally did when she wrapped hers about Jennifer's neck and began savagely strangling the redhead, pounding her head repeatedly against the mat as she poured on the pressure.

Jennifer had flashbacks to their last fight, when Kathleen had mounted her on the beach and throttled Jennifer unconscious, and the redhead was determined not to let it happen again. Reaching up, she jammed her fingers into Kathleen's open mouth and began pulling hard at the corners of the brunette's mouth. The dark-haired woman was forced to relinquish her chokehold and try to pry Jennifer's fingers loose.

She finally did, but not without a tremendous effort and several slaps to Jennifer's face. The redhead was still in control, though, as she flexed her thigh muscles and squeezed the brunette even harder, intent upon squeezing the life out of her. Kathleen clawed at Jennifer's hips, her short nails making red scratch marks in the redhead's white skin, but still she felt herself being crushed like an aluminum can in a compactor. In a desperate gambit, she tried to force her arms between herself and Jennifer's thighs, her hands like spades as she sought to dig herself free. The redhead resisted, clamping down and trying to allow Kathleen no space to wiggle free, but in the end, the brunette simply had too much determination and leverage on her side, and she split Jennifer's legs apart like splitting a lobster from out its shell.

Going on the offensive, Kathleen seized Jennifer by the ankles and pushed them up and over her foe's red head until they touched the mat, bending the redhead in half like a pretzel. Jennifer squealed, so great was the pain in her legs and back, but now it was her turn to suffer. She reached up and tugged madly at Kathleen's long brown locks of hair, but all that elicited was a groan from the brunette, who kept on pushing the redhead's legs back and down. Undaunted, Jennifer pulled her hands lower and fastened them over Kathleen's pretty face, sealing off her nose and mouth and starving the brunette for oxygen. Kathleen tried to continue, but in the end, the inability to breathe overcame her. She released her grip and Jennifer sprung free, hands still tight over the brunette's breathing passages.

Kathleen went for Jennifer's throat again, hands squeezing mercilessly about her foe's neck, until she felt both of Jennifer's fists slam into her cheekbones. Stunned, Kathleen slumped forwards in a daze, her chokehold vanquished. Jennifer wasted no time in twisting behind her opponent and reaching in front of her to seize both of the brunette's breasts. She squeezed and mauled and tugged those gems for the next few minutes, Kathleen moaning all the while, before locking her victim up in a sleeper hold. Jennifer's left arm coiled around Kathleen's neck, while her right hand plastered itself across the brunette's forehead and began to pull back. Kathleen's arms flailed the air as she suffered in Jennifer's grip.

Rising to her bare feet, and taking Kathleen up with her, Jennifer locked in the sleeper to punish Kathleen even more. The brunette sensed the end was near, until she suddenly found herself free. Her next sensation was of being grabbed by the arm and flung bodily towards the far side of the ring. Unable to halt her headlong flight, she crashed into the taut ropes marking the border and was flung backwards. She turned and looked up just in time to see Jennifer hurtling through the air towards her for a perfectly timed drop kick. Bare feet slapped against bare skin as Jennifer nailed the move and sent Kathleen flying again. This time the brunette had the presence of mind to grab the ropes as she made contact, but the sudden stop put a terrible strain on her shoulders. She turned slowly only to take a backhanded slap across the face as her redhead rival had recovered her feet and gone on the attack again.

Stunned and shaken, Kathleen could do nothing as Jennifer bent her back over the top rope, fastened her hands around the brunette's neck, and began choking the life out of her. Jennifer shook Kathleen up and down like a rag doll, bouncing her back and forth across the rope while tightening her grip on her enemy's throat. Kathleen was certain this was her end until she felt Jennifer yanking her away from the ropes and back towards the center of the ring. Still dazed, Kathleen offered no resistance as Jennifer released her chokehold and wound her arms about Kathleen's trim waist before squeezing her in a bearhug. Jennifer bounced Kathleen up and down in her arms, sapping her enemy's strength as she intensified the hold, before hurling towards the ropes again and setting her up for another drop kick on the rebound.

Instead, Jennifer found herself being seized bodily and slammed hard to the canvas. She cursed herself for not realizing that Kathleen had been playing possum - it was trick she often used herself - but those thoughts faded as Kathleen dove upon Jennifer and renewed their ground fighting. They rolled and wrestled across the canvas, hands seeking whatever hold they could find until at last they found each other's throats and strangled each other side-by-side. Sensing the end for one or both of them, both women tapped their last reserves of energy and squeezed with all their might, hands tightening and throttling, eyes closed shut in agony, breath exhaling in languid gasps or hoarse coughs, victory/defeat just seconds away … Then they were both still, having choked one another completely unconscious.

They both came to an hour later, retrieved their clothes, and beat a hasty retreat. Now they each had a win and a tie against one another. They both needed time to heal, but they'd give it about a week, and then go at it again somewhere, maybe in a motel. Maybe they didn't hate each other as much anymore, but the thought of testing themselves against one another now on a regular basis excited them. They both felt there's nothing like two beautiful babes choking the living shit out of each other - especially when it was the two of them.

[Caporegime]

Wow, thanks! I've been looking for more of his stories for ages and you really came through! I really appreciate this, I really do. I don't suppose I could convince you to keep posting his stories?

[Swan2005]

OK [img]wink.gif[/img] There is two more of Damon's rare stories ...


<font size="4"><center><font color="#333366">Kathleen vs. Jennifer - Spring Break Bout</font></center></font>

24-Apr-99 02:32:54 Catfighting & Choking - Smothering & Strangling

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Kathleen was in agony, her head being bounced up and down on the canvas as Jennifer tried once more to bare-handedly choke the life out of her. The crowd went mad as they sensed the redhead was just moments away from victory and a $25,000 payday.

They had both handily fought their way through the opening rounds of the MTV Spring Break "Foxy Wrestling" tournament here in Orlando, obliterating other bikini-clad, cream-puff competitors and mowing them down in vicious fashion. Finally they had vanquished all comers, and as the sun began to set, the two regular rivals would face each other in the championship bout, with the winner taking home 25Gs.

The thought of bikini-brawling each other in front of a crowd unnerved them a little, as they had always wrestled privately and in the nude. "Wrestling" was very loose term when it came to Kathleen and Jennifer facing one another, as they often did whatever it took to humiliate and debilitate each other, especially strangling each other with a vengeance. For 25 grand, though, they agreed would put their nervousness aside and give the crowd a show like they'd never seen. Besides they had been beating other girls senseless all day, what was one more fight between more-than-familiar foes?

Kathleen sat in the locker room in her dark green bikini her long brown hair dripping wet and hanging down in her face. She had just showered off the sweat from her semifinal bout, a solid struggle with a lithe blond whom she had finally crushed in a bearhug until the other woman went limp and unconscious. Jennifer had just emerged from the shower in her lace string bikini, having washed herself clean of her semifinal victory. It had been over a beautiful black girl whom she had scissored and hand-smothered out cold, the redhead's legs about her foe's waist and her hands clamped down firmly over the other woman's nose and mouth until she ultimately passed out.

In a matter of minutes, they would be summoned back to the dais for the final fight, the latest in a long string of personal bouts between the two young women. They sat on the wooden benches and toweled off before exchanging pre-fight pleasantries.

"Well," offered Kathleen. "May the best woman win."

"Thanks," replied Jennifer. "I will!"

Kathleen smiled and shook her head. "You're so full of shit, Jennifer."

"Oh yeah, Kathleen?" retorted the redhead gleefully. "Remember the gym? Remember the motel?" She was recounting her past victories over the brunette.

"Sure. Do you remember the beach? And our second motel tangle?" The brunette ticked off her own triumphs over the redhead.

"Well, duh. All I know is I'm going to knock you out this time."

"Don't you mean choke me out?" Their fights had always ended when one or both of them was strangled into submission.

"You know what I mean. And you know I just love your neck, hon."

"Right back at your throat, sweetie."

Then it was time. They made way their way out to the dais, out to the ring, where some dumb-ass veejay introduced them to the cheering throng. After few more minutes of bullshit build-up, they were both relieved to hear the bell ring so they could get down to business as only they could.

Starting from opposite corners, they rushed one another to the center of the makeshift ring, and wasted no time in wrapping each other in fierce, breath-squeezing grips, arms coiling about each other's upper bodies like whipcord-thin anacondas. The crowd went wild as the two bikinied babes battled fiercely, neither woman able to gain the immediate advantage in their tussle for $25,000. Suddenly Kathleen began to lift Jennifer off the mat and forced her back hard until the redhead crashed into the corner post.

Stunned, Jennifer offered no resistance as Kathleen reared back, planted her foot in the redhead’s gut, and flipped Jennifer up and over to crash down back first on the mat, eliciting greater cheers for the green-bikinied brunette. She immediately pressed her attack, rushing the rising redhead and jumping on her back. Interlacing her hands under the redhead’s chin, Kathleen pulled upwards in a semi-camel clutch as Jennifer’s cries were drowned out by the din of the drunken audience. Pressing her position, Kathleen then wrapped her hands about Jennifer’s throat from behind and squeezed mercilessly for the first stranglehold of this championship fight ...

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The crowd went wild as Kathleen tightened her hold, fingers squeezing like a vise about the redhead’s neck to the sounds of "Everlong" in the background. Jennifer’s eyes were shut in agony as she suffered in her enemy’s grip, but she managed to seize one of Kathleen’s fingers in both of her hands and bend it back sharply, ushering a cry from the brunette and a breaking of her chokehold. Jennifer scrabbled forward and performed a 180-degree turn while rising to her bare feet to face her foe, who was shaking her hand in pain. They glared at one another, not speaking a word as they squared off at the center ring, parrying and feinting with open hands and outstretched arms, both women looking for a new hold as the beachside crowd grew more frenzied, wanted to see the two combatants pound each other senseless. They lunged at one another and locked hands, breath coming in hurried, whispered gasps as they strained against one another, dead even in their test of strength.
So caught up was Kathleen in their finger fight that she didn’t notice Jennifer lifting her left leg, pulling it back higher and higher, until she snapped it up and forward to kick the brunette in the face, bare sole slapping against soft cheek. Kathleen was stunned and dropped out of their mutual hold, as Jennifer lunged forward to seize her rival in her arms and send them both tumbling to the canvas as the cheers went up. The redhead landed on top and went for the kill, securing her hands about the brunette’s neck and squeezing ruthlessly.
Kathleen was in agony, her head being bounced up and down on the canvas as Jennifer tried once more to bare-handedly choke the life out of her. The crowd went mad as they sensed the redhead was just moments away from victory and a $25,000 payday.
"Hate to this to you," Jennifer chided facetiously, "but it is a big chunk of cash, you know."
"Nhhh ... it’s .... unhhhh .... not over," gasped Kathleen.
"Sure it is," replied the redhead as she throttled away. " Now hang on while I choke 25 grand out of you."
She tightened her hands again, intent on finishing the fight as cheers rang out in anticipation of a winner - followed by a collective moan as Kathleen reached up and boxed Jennifer’s ears with both hands. The redhead broke off and recoiled in agony, ears ringing like bells, as the brunette pushed her opponent off. Jennifer was on her knees, the pain subsiding but not fully gone, and she kept her hands over her ears trying to recover quickly.
She didn’t get the chance. Kathleen had regained her feet and stridden over from behind Jennifer. In one cobra-quick motion, she relived herself of her green bikini top, baring her breasts for all the assembly to see, and whipped her top around Jennifer’s neck from behind. The largely-male crowd went wild again, first at the sight of Kathleen’s bouncing boobs, then at Jennifer’s anguish at being choked from behind.
The thin material bit into the redhead’s neck, leaving an ugly bruise, as she tried to pry it loose with her fingers, which also took some damage from the unyielding tension. Kathleen crossed her hands over to apply more pressure, and soon Jennifer was coughing her lungs out.
"Who’s getting paid now, bitch?" intoned Kathleen as she garroted her victim.
Jennifer didn’t reply, but instead drove her elbow back hard into Kathleen’s cunt. Her counterattack worked, as both Kathleen and the crowd cried out, and the redhead wriggled free. She tossed Kathleen’s top aside and rubbed her throat, which felt as though it were on fire, the skin beet red and highly sensitive to the touch where the top had sawed away at her windpipe.
Kathleen clutched her wounded pussy with both hands as Jennifer got to her feet tore off her own pink top, revealing her equally firm and beautiful mammaries, before twisting her top about Kathleen’s neck from the front, the redhead crisscrossing her arms to tighten the hold. The brunette gagged as the redhead attacked her, and clutched at her foe’s elbows as she tried to push her away, but still she was trapped, dying, until Kathleen sunk a balled-up fist deep into Jennifer’s unprotected gut, just above the navel. Jennifer bent over it pain and slacked her grip just long enough for Kathleen to rip loose.
They faced each other on their feet again, both wounded and wary, uneager to blindly press the matter and make a potentially (and literally) costly mistake ...

[Swan2005]

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The crowd roared at both bare-breasted beauties, urging them on to continue their struggle. So did the referee, a tall, statuesque blonde named Nancy who was decked out in zebra-striped bikini. She was bigger than both Kathleen and Jennifer, about 5-10 and 155 pounds, with equally long legs and bigger, firmer breasts than the two now-topless combatants. Non-committal until now, letting them do whatever they wanted, she waved her hand, urging them to replace their bikini tops (MTV wanted to later broadcast the bout, and there could be no nudity at all) and renew hostilities, or be disqualified on either count.
Both the redhead and brunette looked to the ref, then back to each other. They vowed silently they would not be disqualified, that it would only end when one of them couldn’t move or was out cold. The cheers and catcalls arose again as the two opponents replaced their tops and then began stalking each other once more, circling in the center of the ring as they looked for weak points in each other’s armor.
Snarling at one another, they lunged and crashed together as bare hands made their way to thinly-veiled breasts and began squeezing. Both young women wailed aloud as they tortured each other’s tits, their screams mixing with the cries of the excited onlookers. They kneaded and twisted and clawed at each other’s soft flesh, raking with their short sharp nails and pulling at sheated nipples with their fingertips, but still they were stalemated. Finally, as the sounds of "Rock You Like a Hurricane" strained through the speaker systems surrounding the ring, Jennifer snapped her head forward to smash the front of her skull into the bridge of Kathleen’s nose, shocking the brunette as much as it hurt her. Jennifer then took advantage of her opponent’s momentary distraction to ram her knee up hard between Kathleen’s legs, the brunette’s resulting yelp feeding the spectators’ frenzy.
Jennifer then wrapped her arms abut her stunned rival’s waist and began crushing her in a bearhug. The brunette’s breath exploded outwards in a tortured, exasperated gasp tinged with saliva, as the redhead tightened her hold and began squeezing the life out of her foe. Their covered, hard nipples touched and pressed together as Jennifer bounced Kathleen up and down in her arms, trying to squeeze out a submission. Several spectators challenged the redhead to "crush the bitch like a tin can" and Jennifer was only too happy to oblige. She poured on the pressure, wrapping her arms as tightly as she could about the brunette’s trim waist until Kathleen felt her spine snapping and roared in anguish.
Lashing out wildly, Kathleen karate-chopped Jennifer on either side of her neck, hands slamming down like twin blades aginst hard collarbones. Waves of pain washed through the redhead as Kathleen repeated the move once, twice, three times, each time punctuated by "ohhhs!" from the throng until Jennifer loosened up just enough for Kathleen to press her hands against the redhead’s chin and push free of Jennifer’s python-like hold.
Seizing the advantage, the brunette seized the dazed redhead by the shoulders and dragged them both to the canvas where they wrapped about each other and rolled and wrestled back and forth as the crowd voiced its unanimous approval. Kathleen managed to get her hands against either side of Jennifer’s face and begin pressing inward with her palms, but Jennifer slapped them aside before slapping Kathleen across the cheek with both hands. Twisting to the side so that she was above Kathleen and off to an angle, Jennifer slid her long legs about the brunette’s waist and began squeezing her again. Kathleen cried out again in response to the unbearable pressure, made worse by the fact that Jennifer had locked her ankles and was squashing the brunette with all her might. Kathleen clawed at her attacker’s calves with her nails, inflicting several long red scratches, but the redhead gritted her teeth and held on. Kathleen felt herself fading and pounded at the redhead’s legs with her fists, but still she could not escape. Balling up another fist as she felt blackness creeping in on her, Kathleen lashed out and drilled Jennifer hard between the legs with a perfect punch. The legs immediately unwound from the brunette as the redhead hunched over in torment, hands clutching her wounded groin.
Kathleen rested flat on her back fro the next few moments, stealing a anxious glance or two over at Jennifer to make sure the redhead was not coming over to finish her, before rising woozily to her feet. Striding over to her rival, Kathleen kicked out with her right foot to roll Jennifer over onto her back. Bending over at the waist, Kathleen reached down to fasten her hands about Jennifer’s neck and finish her foe off ...
Suddenly Kathleen felt hands seizing her wrists, and bare feet slapping up around either side of her neck before applying unbelievable pressure. Jennifer had summoned all her strength and turned the tables, catching her unwary opponent in a seldom-used but spectacular double-footed chokehold. Jennifer then made matters worse for her foe by hooking one foot behind Kathleen’s neck, while shifting the other one in front to press down hard on the brunette’s windpipe. The crowd, confused at first, went wild at the sight, as Kathleen sputtered and gagged, as much from surprise as from the sudden lack of oxygen. Jennifer roared below on the mat, snarling like a lioness finishing off her prey, hands still wrapped tightly about Kathleen’s wrists as her bare feet did their dirty work.
Kathleen’s tongue began to loll out of her mouth as the redhead strangled her unmercifully. She shot a furtive glance over to the referee, but the blonde just stood there, arms folded across her bust. Kathleen hadn’t really expected the blonde to stop the fight, knowing it was going to be up to her and herself alone to get free again, as always. She wondered just how she would do that this time, though, without breaking her own neck first ...
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Finally, it dawned on Kathleen, and she placed her heel on Jennifer’s pink-covered crotch and pressed down hard. Jennifer grimaced and grunted, but held on to her choking holds. Growing desperate, Kathleen began to stomp her foe’s pussy harder and harder, foot rising and crashing down, until she was out-and-out blatantly kicking Jennifer between the legs. Finally, Jennifer, unable to take the pounding again longer, yelled out loud before releasing Kathleen’s wrists and tossing the brunette aside with her feet. Kathleen landed hard on the canvas and rolled over and over until she came to rest on her stomach and began trying to breathe normally after her latest ordeal. Jennifer lay wounded on the mat several feet away, hands clutching her wounded crotch, her eyes closed and the corners of her lips turned downwards, one of her legs kicking out softly in pain.

Both women were injured, but the unforgiving crowd began to urge them on again: “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The referee also told them both to get up and resume their struggle, or else be counted out. She pointed menacingly at both girls, telling them to suck it up and get up now or they’d both be disqualified. Kathleen shot the ref a look that seemed to say, “Fuck you, blondie,” but she didn’t want to spit it out and possibly get into a fight with the female official. Kathleen could take care of herself; but Nancy was a bit bigger than the other broads the brunette was used to fighting, and in her weakened state she didn’t think she could beat the blonde. The sky above didn’t seem to disagree, as dark clouds began to roll in ominously off the ocean.

Across the way, Jennifer had sat up and also given the ref a poisonous glance, as she continued to rub her wounded pussy with both hands. Before she could fully recover, Kathleen had made her way over to the redhead and, dropping to her knees, wrapped an arm about Jennifer’s neck and tightened it in a headlock. Jennifer gasped and knew she would have to block out her pain if she were going to beat Kathleen and earn a year’s salary with this one fight. Twisting to her left so she was face-to-face with her foe, Jennifer wrapped her arms about Kathleen’s head and neck and squeezed, just as Kathleen brought her other arm to bear around the redhead’s neck. The cheers went up one more time as the two females contested themselves against each other anew, neither woman relenting even though both were on their last legs and running out of gas.

They struggled to their feet wearily, neither woman letting go of the other, although neither squeezing as strongly as she could have at the beginning of the bout. The day’s long and hard action had taken its toll on both of them, and now it seemed that the last woman literally left standing might well be the big winner.
Fighting to the finish, they sets their sights higher and buried their hands in each other’s sweated hair, pulling and tugging and trying to throw each other to the mat. They continued in this deadlock for the next few minutes, shaking each other back and forth as the crowd screamed its approval, before Kathleen suddenly let go and reached down to rip Jennifer’s top loose. Flabbergasted, Jennifer reached down and did likewise to Kathleen’s top, before both women made a beeline for each other’s panties and tore them away, the throng growing louder and louder around them until finally exploding as both women stood fully revealed. Thunder clapped from high up above as Kathleen and Jennifer circled each other fully nude, hands raised to renew and end their tussle …

… until they heard the bell ringing and saw Nancy giving a washout sign and then a thumbs down to both of them. “Sorry, ladies, you knew the rules!” she sneered. Kathleen and Jennifer stared at her, then at each other, then back to the blonde, both battlers stunned.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re sorry to say we have a double disqualification for Kathleen and Jennifer! A Double-D!” boomed the piss-ant little veejay over the PA system. “Sorry, sweeties, but no nudity allowed. That’s a violation of MTV contest rules. Sooo sorry, but … them’s the breaks! The $25,000 pot will be split between our other two lovely semifinalists, Becky and Melinda, who both managed to keep their bikinis on!”

The crowd took all this in, confused at first; then they began to boo heartily as the truth hit them, and even threw garbage ranging from ice cream cups to empty beer cans at the MTV stand. The sky echoed again, once twice, three times, and then opened up completely, heavy rains cascading down to pound the beach and the wrestling ring set-up alike. The onlookers yelled and rushed for dry cover, just as Kathleen and Jennifer came to grips with what had happened.

“Un-fucking believable!” muttered Kathleen.

‘Let’s kick some ass!” remarked Jennifer. The brunette nodded to her rival in response.

They turned and rushed the stand in tandem, their exhaustion replaced by anger, their drive fueled by adrenaline. They grabbed the veejay from over the ring ropes as the rains pelted them, and began slapping and punching him mercilessly as he tried to rip away. Suddenly Jennifer felt strong arms wrapping about her from behind, and next thing she knew she was being lifted up and carried back to the center of the ring, a vise tightening about her midsection. Looking down, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair just below her own face and realized that the female referee, Nancy, had come to the veejay’s aid. Jennifer then felt herself being spun around 180 degrees until she was face-to-face with the wickedly-smiling bikinied blonde, who still held the redhead tightly, and now began pressing her clenched fists into the small of Jennifer’s bare back as she bearhugged the bare-naked brawler.

“I’m gonna grind your bones like powder,” threatened the blonde in a low voice, as she began to increase the pressure on Jennifer’s spine.

Kathleen continued to work the veejay over, smacking him senseless with the front and back of her right hand, until she heard moaning behind her and looked back to see Jennifer being squeezed to death by Nancy. Instinctively, she smashed the veejay down with a right hook to the face, then sprinted over to the two struggling women to launch a kick that smacked off the back of the blonde’s skull. Stunned, Nancy dropped Jennifer and turned to face her attacker, even as Kathleen belted her bigger adversary with rights and lefts. The blonde grew enraged and lashed out with both hands to secure them about Kathleen’s neck, intent upon crushing the life from the brunette, but she never got the chance. The blonde felt two fists thwack deep into her kidneys as Jennifer swung away from behind, and Nancy cried out and let go of Kathleen, badly in pain. Against one of the two women, Nancy may very well have triumphed. Against both wildcats at once, she was lost.

Still fueled by rage, the redhead and brunette descended upon the blonde, two pairs of greedy hands shredding and ripping away at the black-and-white bikini until Nancy was as naked as her attackers. Then those four hands grabbed Nancy by the neck and dragged her down to the mat, strangling her all the while, until the blonde was flat on her back. The rains continued to fall, drenching all three women as Kathleen and Jennifer began to work Nancy over. The redhead sat on the blonde’s chest, pulling and squeezing the ref’s big bloated breasts, while Kathleen gripped the official’s furry pussy in both hands and squeezed it as hard as she could. Nancy cried out at both attacks, only to take in rainwater and begin coughing hoarsely. The two fighting females tortured the helpless woman in this cruel manner for a long, lingering while, intent on making the blonde suffer, until deciding she’d had enough. Almost.

“C’mon, Kathleen, let’s finish her!” yelled Jennifer, grinning evilly.

‘Save some for me, red!” giggled Kathleen.

Both women then positioned themselves on their knees on either side of the blonde before putting the bigger woman out of her misery. Jennifer plunged downwards with both hands to squeeze them about Nancy’s throat, the redhead’s teeth gritted and clenched as she choked the blonde remorselessly. Kathleen methodically pressed her left hand over Nancy’s mouth before pinching the blonde’s nostrils shut with her left, effectively suffocating the ref. The blonde began to panic at her total lack of oxygen, began to buck and thrash about, but her antagonists merely sat on her bouncing breasts and held her down as they continued to throttle and smother her. Nancy’s feet kicked up and down, slapping the mat, but even this brought no relief as she felt herself fading, unable to breathe, her struggles growing steadily weaker and weaker, until finally she slipped into sweet oblivion.

The two disqualified wrestlerettes later dragged the out-cold ref down to the women’s locker room where they bound and gagged her before depositing her in a supply closet, leaving the door unlocked for someone else to find the battered wet blonde. Then they hit the showers, which they had all to themselves now that everyone else had scattered. They rinsed themselves off for a long while, the warm water feeling good on their naked forms after the persistent pounding they had endured from the cold, relentless rain.

“I can’t believe it,” sputtered Jennifer, still disgusted at the way things had turned out. “We bust our asses all day, beat the shit out of a bunch of good-for-nothing girls, and don’t get a frigging cent to show for it!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty pissed about it, too, but let’s face it,” replied Kathleen, “they’re not gonna change their minds about it.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still bullshit,” whined Jennifer. “Hell, I’d even split the pot with you, just to get something out of today.”

They turned their heads and actually smiled at each other. A first between the two young women who had always been at odds with each other.

“Yeah, well, if nothing else, we found out we make a pretty good tag team,” offered Kathleen.

“That we do,” realized Jennifer. “We sure kicked blondie’s fat ass!” They laughed together, another first

“We should wrestle on the tag team circuit from now on,” added the redhead.

“What about us?” intoned the brunette.

“Oh, we can still fight each other. I just think we should be partners, too. Make some more money that way.”

“OK,” remarked Kathleen. “Teach me that foot choke?”

“Maybe,” said Jennifer. “Why? Plan on using it on me now?”

“Maybe,” grinned the dark-haired beauty. “Hell, I figure if I can beat you, I can beat anybody,” mused Kathleen, hands resting on the wall in front of her, jets of water washing over her pretty face and bare shoulders.

“Oh, now you can beat me?” joked the ravishing redhead as she rubbed and caressed her pert breasts from beneath.

“I have beat you, you know,” reminded Kathleen gently

“Not today you haven’t,” corrected Jennifer almost playfully.

“Today’s not over yet,” smiled the brunette. “Come on.”

The redhead smiled back as they turned sideways and approached each other through the jets and steam. They smiled warily as they sized each other up once more. Then they came together, arms wrapping and clasping about each other’s naked upper body and squeezing as they dragged each other down to the tiled shower floor …

the End