Damon's Stories

[Caporegime]

That one is one of my favorite Damon stories. I just wish SKFF had more of his stories.

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[Damon96a]

Thanks for the kind words, all. The newest K-J story (the first, really, since 2007) is now up at Seaking's site, posted on 27-Dec-2010 "Beat You in the Backseat"

[redhotrash]

Awesome stuff from one of the most respected writers in the genre.

[Damon96a]

Around Sept. 2008 there was an old unnamed story of mine posted here that seemingly had no ending. It was originally called "The Chokeout Contest", and a good friend of mine recently retrieved the ending for me. Here it is:

THE ENDING

Jennifer tried to claw at Kathleen's pretty face as she suffered in the brunette's stranglehold, but Kathleen only squeezed harder as her redheaded opponent groped at her lips and nose. Soft yet strong hands tightened relentlessly about a softer throat, steely thumbs pressed deep into a vulnerable trachea, and soon Jennifer was clutching madly at Kathleen's wrists trying desperately to pull those hands off her throat, failing miserably as the coughing spasms started. The huntress had become the hunted once more.

"How do you like that, bitch?' taunted Kathleen through clenched teeth, her determination evident in her cold eyes and funneling down into her gripping, squeezing hands. "You fucking whore ... you frigging slut ... I swear I'll squeeze the fucking life from you this time!"

The words sounded good to Kathleen, her enemy's throat felt good in her hands as her fingers crushed the redhead's long neck. She reveled in the gasps and coughs of her mortal enemy, was filled with glee as the sight of her foe's anguished face, her mouth wide open and her eyes shut tight. Kathleen reared up and back as she continued to ruthlessly choke Jennifer, the brunette finally in control of the fight after absorbing so much punishment so early on. Now it was Kathleen in charge, and she was going to make Jennifer suffer.

Kathleen could feel Jennifer's long legs arching up around her body and locking together behind her, entrapping the brunette, but Kathleen had no desire to escape, not when she was on the verge of victory. She wanted to enjoy her triumph, the sweet prospect of victory over her hated foe, the sublime thought of squeezing the life from Jennifer slowly, once and for all. Lost in thought and joy, Kathleen reared forward and down over her hapless foe, her eyes closed in ecstasy and anticipation ... until she soon realized her mistake as she felt a hand clapping shut over her mouth, and fingers pinching her nostrils shut, and no air coming into her lungs. Looking down frantically, she could see and feel her hands still nestled tight about Jennifer's neck, but could also see and feel Jennifer's hands closing off the brunette's breathing passages with a two-handed smother-hold.

Kathleen tried to cry out, but the only audible sound beneath the flesh of her foe's hands was an anguished "mmmppph". She began to pound Jennifer's head against the soft carpeting, trying to make the redhead let go, but if anything Jennifer only pressed and pinched tighter, determined to suffocate the life from Kathleen before she herself was strangled.

"How's ... that feel ... cunt?" smiled Jennifer through pained lips, the breath still being violently squeezed from her throat, but not quite as savagely as before. At least Kathleen was suffering with her now, as both beauties struggled to breathe.

Kathleen's cries were still muffled beneath Jennifer's hands, and she knew she was using up precious oxygen in doing so. She squeezed her hands harder about the redhead's neck, hoping to make her let go, but still Jennifer's hands remained fastened about Kathleen's face, smothering her.

The air was hot beneath Jennifer's hands, the taste acrid and alkaline. Growing desperate for air, Kathleen mentally weighed her options, and did the last thing she wanted to. She released her chokehold.

But only for a moment. Grabbing Jennifer by the hands, Kathleen pushed them inwards on her own face even more, as if intending to suffocate herself, before biting down on Jennifer's exposed palm as hard as hell. A gasping Jennifer cried out and tried to shake herself loose, but white teeth held fast on pink flesh. Seconds later and Kathleen was able to easily pull her foe's hands off her pretty face before plunging down again with her own hands, to try and strangle the redhead lifeless.

Which would have worked, except Jennifer grabbed Kathleen by the wrists and held the brunette off as she herself sought to regain her breath. Kathleen grunted and groaned as tried to twist free and renew her stranglehold, but Jennifer's hands were like mini-vises about Kathleen's wrists, and the brunette couldn't break loose, no matter how hard she tried.

"Damn you!" cursed Kathleen, frustrated she had let her enemy escape in the first place. Then she began to cry out as Jennifer's legs, still wrapped about the brunette's body, began to squeeze Kathleen slowly and mercilessly. Kathleen could feel the pressure building on her ribs as Jennifer locked her ankles tighter and increased the pressure, thighs tightening about the brunette's torso.

"Bitch!" groaned Kathleen as Jennifer smiled below and continued to hold Kathleen's arms out wide to the sides. The brunette was trapped and she knew it, could feel her ribs caving in and her wrists being crushed as she suffered in her foe's dual grips. Unable to break loose of either hold, she began to thrash about, hoping to pull free of one hold or the other, but Jennifer was still wrapped about her like an octopus, and squeezing the brunette lifeless like one as well.

With the pain in her sides now excruciating, and her hands still nowhere near free, the brunette did the only other thing she could think of and snapped herself down and forward so that her forehead smashed hard against Jennifer's pretty face.

"Owwww!" cried Jennifer, who tried to hold on as if nothing happened; but by then the brunette was twisting her wrists free and then pounding away at the redhead's thighs with her balled-up fists, harder, and harder. Still no escape, no relief, with Jennifer tightening her legs and ankles and squeezing as hard as she could. Desperate, Kathleen began raining blows down upon Jennifer's exposed stomach, fists sinking deep into Jennifer's soft gut, the brunette screaming as she did so. Let go, let go, let go ...

Finally the redhead screeched and unlocked her ankles, allowing the brunette to push free of those crushing thighs and back up against the couch to regain her strength. Jennifer rolled and moaned below on the carpet, clutching her wounded abdomen.

"Whore," mouthed the redhead as she continued to roll and moan.

"Slut," snapped the brunette as she rubbed her own waist with both hands and whimpered.

They lay in their respective positions for long moments, both recovering, until without warning Kathleen jumped over to straddle Jennifer, roll her redheaded rival onto her back, and then begin choking her again. The brunette's hands once more locked in a cruel grip about the redhead's neck, tightening like a noose, as Jennifer lay flat on the floor, twisting from side to side in a futile effort to throw Kathleen off. The brunette smiled as she watched her foe's struggles, and squeezed harder with both hands, thumbs pressing in hard.

"Now where did we leave off - ullkk!" began Kathleen, intent on mocking her victim ... until Jennifer reached up and squeezed her own hands about the brunette's throat, fingers curling in tight on the back of Kathleen's neck, thumbs pressing down just as hard.

"Right ... here ... uunnhh ... bitch," gasped Jennifer, as she squeezed harder, and still suffered.

Their gasps and coughs began to permeate the room as they poured on the pressure, neither woman willing to give in and surrender, even if it meant her own end. Their anger and hatred of each other were almost tangible, like living things. Their eyes would close and then painfully open again, their icy glances repeatedly locking together in momentary but abject hate. Their eyelids fluttered again and again, their only thoughts ones of strangling each other lifeless once and for all.

Their long legs tangled together as Kathleen dropped down flat onto her enemy and tried to grapevine Jennifer, only to have the redhead ward her foe off by wrapping her legs up with the brunette's and stalemating the two struggling beauties. Their bare hands continued to squeeze pitilessly about each other's throats, fingers crushing each other's necks, thumbs digging into windpipes. They coughed and gagged in each other's grips, their mouths grew dry as their lungs burned, their eyelids
fluttered and they began to see starbursts and black spots before their eyes as they squeezed the breath from each other's bikinied body.

"I hate you," growled Kathleen before she began gasping again.

"I despise you," snarled Jennifer before she, too, was coughing once more.

They began to roll from side to side, first one woman on top and then the other. One moment it looked as though Kathleen would choke the life from Jennifer, and the next it appeared that the redhead would surely strangle the brunette lifeless.

"Can't breathe ," they both muttered, just before Kathleen rolled on top and began to pound Jennifer's head against the carpet to gain a slight advantage. Her own neck still being squeezed, though, Kathleen squeezed back with all her strength, her teeth grinding together and her brown eyes nearly closed as she watched the pretty face of her hated adversary turning as red as her hair from oxygen deprivation. But Kathleen still wasn't much better off, as Jennifer just squeezed even harder as well, even from her weaker position on the bottom.

The outcome was a complete toss-up, as both women strained and struggled, both unwilling to quit, both unable to win. Kathleen gasped as she slumped atop Jennifer, sheathed breasts squashing together beautifully, even as Jennifer coughed below. Their holds remained unchanged, their grips seemed unbreakable as they squeezed and squeezed. Tears streamed down their faces, spittle dripped from their lips, the victress still undecided as the breath was violently squeezed from both
babes …

In the end, neither woman won out. A final spasm of coughs and gasps from both battlers, a rolling up of their eyes and a stream of spittle from their lips, and they collapsed together with Kathleen on top, the two beauties having choked each other completely unconscious.

They lay there on the floor for close to an hour, Jennifer's chest rising and falling slightly, lifting Kathleen up and down as it did, even as Kathleen's knockers pushed into Jennifer's orbs. Their soft skin of their faces was pressed together, side-by-side, as they slept. Finally they awoke, their throats raw, their skin sticky with dried perspiration, their bearings lost for the moment until they stared into each other's eyes. Their hands were still about each other's necks, though much more loosely
than before thanks to their recent sleep.

They stared, and waited, each unsure of what the other would do, until finally they closed their eyes and pressed their dry lips together. Tongues wrestled, wet and hot, with one another for long, sensuous moments until both women suddenly broke off and broke apart, scuttling backwards like crabs until they were several feet apart. Their throats were raw, their eyes were red and watery, their skin was hot and sticky and flushed.

Still neither woman spoke a word as they both rested on their luscious ass cheeks and stared at one another, each woman wondering just how close she had come to finishing off her rival, and to being finished off herself, in such an ugly fashion. The kiss had been a tension-breaker, or perhaps just a show of temporary, intense feeling that needed release. They had come so close to ending each other's life …

Better perhaps not to solely choke each other in a fight again, they both thought, and nodded slightly at each other, as if on cue. They would still choke and strangle one another, they knew they would, though not exclusively anymore - not if they wanted to keep their rivalry going. A final solution was not what they really wanted anyway. The joy of pitting themselves against one another would be gone forever if one of them did the other in, and the survivor would never be able to replace her fallen foe. After half a year of struggling together, the fight was all they now knew. They lived to test themselves against one another on a regular basis, the feelings of fighting and winning like no others. No way did they want that to come to an end anytime soon. Better to be queen for a day … But this particular battle was far
from over today.

"Ready for more?" intoned Kathleen, still resting her back against the couch.

"Let's do it," replied Jennifer, still sitting cross-legged in the middle of the carpet.

They rose to their bare feet simultaneously, again as if on cue, stepping out of their briefs as they did so. Then they ripped off their tops and let them fly as well, to stand totally naked before each other in the small room. Slowly and deliberately, the two women made their way towards each other, bare feet padding lightly on the white carpet. When they were within arm's length they reached out with their bare hands, latched onto each other's firm white breasts, and tossed back their heads and howled in anguish as they began squeezing with all their strength. Kathleen then quickly lowered her head and closed her jaws about Jennifer's left mound, white teeth sinking into white flesh as Jennifer squealed in agony ...

The war went on.

END