Jess vs Marria: Supermarket Brawl

[Jessikafights]

Hi everyone!

It's been very quiet here lately & I've not found any time to write. But recently came across the following story of mine some of you might enjoy! Some of the fighting is borrowed from other stuff by myself and a girlfriend; so not really original.

Caio!
Jessie
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Jess vs Marria: THE SUPERMARKET BRAWL
by Jessika

It was nearing Christmas. The cold air kept people moving fast. This was one of the busiest times of the year for the local supermarket. Everyone was stressing out and rushing around for purchases.

I was dressed casually in a low cut denim jeans with a cropped long sleeve top and exposed tummy sporting a new stud in my pierced belly button. I was walking down the supermarket line when around the corner came my arch enemy, that bitch Marria! The little trollop was dressed to seduce, probably for a meeting later tonight with her latest boyfriend. Probably can't wait to get that horny twat of hers screwed! She was wearing a short black skirt that landed mid thigh, a black see-through blouse with a gold and black vest covering her lacy black bra along with black thigh highs. She had her mid back length hair done, and piled high on her head in a series of large curls.

"Out of my way, you big, ugly bull dyke!", she sneered. I'd had enough of the loud- mouthed bitch and retorted: "Who the fuck do you think you are? Don't you ever
speak to me like that again!" I walked closer and slapped the young slut hard through the face, turned and walked away towards the exit.

Marria reacted angrily and rushed after me pushing me hard from behind, causing me to fall forward on hands and knees, then said " That's it, I am not taking any more of your shit! Let's have it out once and for all!" And she stood there waiting for my response, hands on hips.

I smiled and slowly got up: now was as good a time as any to once and for all settle our differences! The fucking little tart was going to rue the day she decided to pick a fight with me!

I kicked off my spike heeled shoes and said "Fuck you BITCH!, I will teach you to a lesson you'll never forget!". And with that I charged the younger woman. Marria, realizing now that the disagreement was going to a different level than any before, also kicked her shoes off to meet my charge.

As we met I quickly shot my left hand to the other woman's stomach, and as Marria went to cover herself there, I followed that with a right hook to her jaw. I knew I was by far the more experienced in fighting, and had dusted many bitches in my life while night clubbing.

Marria's head snapped backwards, leading the way for her body, which was falling backwards, and she hit one of the food tables with a tremendous crash. It was the salad table, which buckled under the sudden overload. Marria was now lying on top of the tossed salad, with the dressing now flowing out onto the floor and away from her and narrowly missing a bowl of Jell-O that slid off the broken table and to the side. The table was broken in two as she hit it dead center.

Marria lay there stunned. I walked up to her looked down at her and screamed " Get up, come on, I'm gonna beat, humiliate you and fuck you!" Marria just lay there trying to figure out what to do next.

I reached over to the appetizer table, undisturbed by the collision, and grabbed the vegetable tray and turned it over and dumped it on the dazed Marria. I laughed and taunted saying: "SLUT, eat your way out of that ...."

I felt my nipples harden and a shudder of sexual delight run down my spine as I looked down at Marria lying on the vegetable tray.

Suddenly her face changed to anger, and she rushed me tackling me so we both sprawled down. As a natural feminine response, we immediately grabbed for each other's hair trying to scalp each other and yelling obscenities at each other. Over and over we rolled until we crashed through the restroom door. As we both got to our feet, Marria who had a little fighting experience, shrieked loudly: "You fucking bull dyke - queer lesbian sluts like you just turn my guts! I'm going to kill you with my bare hands!" and rushed forward trying to hit me.

However, a deep calmness had come over me, and my many years of Jeet Kune-Do and other martial arts training as a Kunoichi (a female Ninja assassin) kicked in. The fucking arrogant bitch was going to be put in her place once for all! My right hand lashed out in blinding speed towards Marria's face, stopping her in her tracks with a well-aimed, skilfully delivered punch. Pivoting from the waist, I had put my full weight behind the swing of the blow. My knuckles arrived against the edge of her jaw hard enough to snap her head sideways, spit and blood splashing from her mouth, sending her staggering.

Taken by surprise at the speed and force of my counter-attack, Marria let out a furious screech, hurling herself with crooked, long-nailed fingers at me. I allowed the miserable slut's claw-like hands to almost reach my head, and then neatly side-stepped to the left, twisting and inclining my body at the hips in the same direction. Missing her intended target, but unable to halt her forward momentum, Marria continued to advance. Like a flash, I turned my body, standing on my left leg, and swung my right knee as hard as I could into the bitch's soft belly. Feeling as if her stomach was being thrust back into her spine, she let out an agonizing croak. With hands clutching at the point of impact, she doubled over and stumbled a couple of paces.

Spinning around, I grabbed hold of her arms, and with a sudden, jerking upwards heave, coinciding with me rolling onto my back, my legs pressing against her heaving bosom, Marria's feet were snatched from the floor. The arrogant slut turned a lazy somersault in the air and landed with a crash on her back next to the toilet bowl, legs splayed, her glistening sex now clearly visible through her thick bush of hair. Now why am I not surprised that the little whore was wearing nothing underneath her skirt? And when last did she shave? DISGUSTING! Rising and moving toward the prostrate woman, I stood with legs spread wide astride the winded, helpless woman's body.

Sinking to my knees and straddling Marria's bosom, I settled my full weight of 170 lbs. on to her heaving tits. For a brief moment, I enjoyed the sensual friction her writhing body was causing in my wet slit and throbbing clit through the tight material of my jeans. Quickly I unzipped my jeans, pushed down my panty, and moved my steaming, dripping crotch over the helpless bitch's face. " LICK, BITCH!", I demanded. She shook her head, and I slapped her viciously through the face, leaving a red hand imprint on her white face. Slowly, reluctantly, she started licking, and relished the pleasure emanating from my hardening clit. AAAA!! YESSS, YESS!!, FASTER!, I moaned as my gyrations on her pinned face became more hectic until I came in a massive trembling orgasm. At the same time I released a floodgate of hot piss which splashed over the face of the spluttering, protesting bitch! Into her face, mouth and nostrils! The slightly pungent, burning of the urine caused her to struggle more, and so increased my pleasure even more!

"Thanks, that was great, but time to say GOODBYE!", I whispered and then thrusting downwards with awesome force to the exposed, vulnerable neck just above the clavicle, I crushed Marria's windpipe with four outstretched fingers using the "hiranukite" (spearhand) technique of Jeet Kune-Do. The whites of her eyes showed as they rolled over, and blood erupted from the corners of her mouth, as she started to slowly suffocated and bleed to death.

Not satisfied yet, I quickly whipped her around with the one hand, and the other pushing her face downward into the toilet bowl. The self-appointed domme bitch struggled and kicked wildly like an African buffalo giving birth and futilely still tried to claw at my hands, which strangled and held her in a deadly vice grip. I felt my own excitement grow as I felt the increasing vibration of utter terror course through the bitch's body. Eventually the trollop stopped bucking and squirming and collapsed into the unflushed bowl, her white buttocks spread and raised like a harlot's. Suddenly a yellow stream of piss spurted from her cunt as her bladder relaxed, and I had to quickly get out of the way. Satisfied that she was dead, I flushed the toilet for good measure, thinking to myself how very appropriate it had been for the whorish bitch to die like the useless little shit that she really was.

Pity though she'd not put up more of a fight: it was always more arousing when such an arrogant slut presented a bit of a challenge. Standing up and looking down at her splayed erotic corpse, I was amused to notice her sexual arousal in death. The narrow borderline between agony and ecstasy was clearly evident in Marria's puffed, glistening pussy. Obviously, the same adrenaline that stimulated sexual arousal and lust was also strongly stimulated by fear, danger or impending death.

As a final gesture of contempt at Marria's superior regard of herself, I noticed and took an opened tooth paste tube and with a hard thrust, pushed it in deep into the dead bitch's exposed twat, glistening brightly with her death-juices. Then I emptied the tube into her cunt until the white toothpaste oozed out by the sides and trickled over her swollen labia. I was about to leave when I heard a faint staccato of farts escape from the bitch's spread ass as her sphincter relaxed. Noticing a cylindrical stick of roll-on deodorant, I removed the cap and pushed it into her puckered, brown hole as far as I could, saying: "Maybe that'll make you smell better, you fucking dead slut!"

On my way out, Sheri shouted: "You were not supposed to fight to the death ... those were not the rules!" I suddenly made as if I was going for her and smiled delightedly as she hastily retreated together with the other useless sissie twats in this group. "Look, bitch ... you made it clear it clear at the beginning that there were going to be no rules ... and any way ... I'd rather not have a slave than such an arrogant FOUL-MOUTHED bitch as Marria for my slave ... the world is better of without her kind of crap! GOOD BYE!"

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This was a FAREWELL "fight" I had at a girl's only Yahoo Group with a loudmouthed bitch that really, really ANNOYED me; so I tried to be as mean and cruel as I could, and I quit the club immediately afterwards - so I suppose I was here at my bitchiest worst (or best?), and not my normal sweet, loving self that all of you here have gotten to know me by. TEE HEE! WINK! [img]wink.gif[/img]

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ October 18, 2005 09:57 AM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ February 23, 2007 08:32 PM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>

[MikeJV]

Nice fight, sorry about the other group stuff and quitting it, but Thanks for the story! *hug*

Just for fun... here's my alternate ending.
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Pity though she'd not put up more of a fight: it was always more arousing when such an arrogant slut presented a bit of a challenge. Standing up and looking down at her splayed erotic corpse, I was amused to notice her sexual arousal in death. The narrow borderline between agony and ecstasy was clearly evident in Marria's puffed, glistening pussy. Obviously, the same adrenaline that stimulated sexual arousal and lust was also strongly stimulated by fear, danger or impending death.

As a final gesture of contempt at Marria's superior regard of herself, I noticed her still hard over-sized clit sticking out of her untrimmed bush and got an idea, remembering how she called her huge clit the prized jewel of her womanly treasures. "You're dead now slut, so you won't mind if I take this big pink jewel you loved so damn much and make a necklace out of it, as a tribute to a dead slut." And I did, using all my skill I grabbed her dead clit at it's base and with a twist and yank tore it from her glistening dead cunt and dropped it in my purse.

On my way out, Sheri shouted: "You weren't supposed to do that ... those weren't the rules!" I suddenly made as if I was going for her and smiled delightedly as she hastily retreated together with the other useless sissie twats in this group, clutching their worthless cunts in fear of me taking their clits too... which I may do anyway if I see any of'em again. "Look, bitch ... you made it clear at the beginning that there were going to be no rules ... and any way ... I'd rather not have such an arrogant FOUL-MOUTHED bitch as Marria for my slave ... the world is better off without her kind of crap! GOOD BYE!" And a month later, I had my new necklace, complete with the new big pink jewel I... won, *smile* from my former rival. Then I smiled as I thought how much better it would look with a few more of these special jewels adorning it.

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MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

HMMM, Mike ... you know I LOVE jewelry ... NICE TOUCH! [img]wink.gif[/img]