Harborside Deathfight (with Jessika & Sandi) by Abbyfan

**Jessikafights** · March 7th, 2007, 11:43 PM

Here?s a great, thrilling story first posted at Dead Skirts by an exciting new author in the genre who clearly has an excellent feel for the erotica of catfighting ? hope you enjoy & post comments for the author! (He does check in here from time to time apparently).

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HARBORSIDE (Featuring Jessika and Sandi)
By Abbyfan

An English philosospher once discribed life as "....poor, nasty, brutish and short." His depiction would have been accurate for Ancient times, the 'Dark Ages', the medieval world...or today...especially today. 30 years after the third foolish world-wide conflict, human civilization, (IF you could call it that), barely surviving the near apocalypse, was struggling NOT to advance, bur merely maintain itself.

In what is still called , barely, America, the 'smoking ruins' of all the major cities are now just 'ruins'. People do what they can with what they have...which isn't much. A government as such, does exist...but no one who was alive before the war would confuse it with what existed then. The government has only a few responsibilities...protect the sources of and distribution of, energy, food, and water. Life is some combination of "Mad Max" and "Sin City"....and a dozen other artistic apocalyptic visions from "Before Then". Police, and there are some, can only barely safeguard the 'triumverite' (energy, food, water). There is no one to "Protect and Serve". You protect yourself and your family, if you still have one, and most don't. The economy has DEvolved, the barter system becoming just as important and common as commerce involving 'dollars and cents'.

It surprised no one that gangs filled the vacuum created after the great conflict obliterated the social infrastructure that had existed. This was, of course, especially true for the young adults, whose limitless energy and need for social contact, had so few options available to them, into which their 'enthusiasm for life' could be channeled. There were all sorts of gangs...male..female... adult..youth...mixed...EVERYone belonged. Even if you were fortunate enough to have at least a remnant of a family, there was no Church to attend, no American Legion to join....the Gang became the root and stem of all socialization, That's all people had to cling to, especially the youthful. The gangs formed around one of two themes...neighborhood or ethnicity. The hierarchy within most gangs was based only on one parameter...longevity. And longevity depended on, not surprisingly, physical strength, brains, cunning, and the ability to use a blade. Oh, there were guns...plenty of them....but the public at large had soon run out of bullets, as the government managed to seize control of the stocks of ammunition and its manufacture. In reality, your ability to handle a your fists, or a knife, or some other homemade weapon, was the only yardstick against which you could measure you chance of surviving the week.
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In some ways, it WAS like Europe in the middle ages. Treaties existed between gangs....only to be broken,,,either by betrayal, violence or treachery.....shifting alliances were the order of the day......gangs absorbed other gangs as their members fell by the wayside......The Harborside Hellfire was one of the largest female gangs in what could no longer really be called a city. Their leader was Sandi Chase, tough as the nails that studded her favorite black leather jacket. Strong, mean, and smart........she had even earned the respect of most of the members of the male gang that controlled the neighborhood aptly called Harborside. Harborside, with its factories, docks and warehouses, used to be one of the commercial hubs of the city.....but that time was no more.

At 25, Sandi was the executive and emotional leader of the Hellfire. Given the opportunity, with her brains, organizational skills, and strength of character, she would have been the effective leader of any group she was given the chance to run. She cared about..."what worked".. she was dedicated to the gang, and would accept no less from the others. This was the strength of the Harborside Hellfire. She prized loyalty....to and from the young women in her gang (and, make no mistake, it was HER gang)...she allowed, even encouraged input from others, especially Scarlett Seward, her second in command, but the final decision was always HERS, and hers alone. She took responsibility, and took it wilingly. Sandi didn't care ANYTHING about her girls...race, ethnicity, appearance, sexual preferences,..except their willingness to 'give it all' for the group. So many of them had no family...she was comfortable as parent, teacher, counselor or 'mother' confessor. She was an accomplished woman, and she could fight!.....An expert with a knifeblade, her fists and legs were just as lethal.

Sandi Chase stood 5' 10' and weighed 130 lbs. Her straight blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Glittering, big blue eyes, and perfect cheekbones highlighted a beautiful face. Her long, lithe body belied her physical strength, her fine musculature hidden beneath a layer of smooth, soft, femininity. No washboard abs on Sandi, her muscles were rather those of a swimmer, long and smooth...but eminently powerful. Firm, full breasts, with bright red, up-pointing nipples, a sleek, narrow waist, tight buttocks, 'endless' perfect thighs and a soft, supple belly, with its delightful dimple of a navel, made her the object of many....who wouldn't want to bed the blonde Harborside bombshell?

The women of Hellfire earned their income by two means. They protected (along with the Sabers, their male Harborside counterparts) the neighborhood...businesses AND homes...,and they did this job well...Very few did not gladly contribute to the "HH Defense Fund". (Sandi encouraged her girls to be persuasive in collecting these fees, but she refused to allow extortion on the part of her members...they could be VERY persuasive...but really didn't NEED to be....just about all the businessmen and residents of Harborside appreciated the relative safety that the Hellfire could, and did, afford.) The Hellfire girls, not surprisingly, also sold their bodies. Sandi hated this aspect of the way things were, but she was a realist....and they needed the money.

Lincoln Boulevard, a wide main thoroughfare, was the unofficial eastern boundry between Harborside and the area known as Sea Cliff. The most imortant, and largest female gang in Sea Cliff, were the Slaybelles led by an incredibly lovely specimen of a 26 year old woman named Jessika Stanton. As tall as Sandi, Jessika outweighed her by 20 pounds, almost all of it, powerful muscle. Long, flame-red hair cascaded past her shouders, framing a rounded face highlighted by piercing, dark brown eyes and full dark red lips surrounding a wide mouth. Her shoulders and legs were as powerful as those of many men. Firm, young muscles held large, conical breasts high on her chest. At the exact center of each, a wide, dark red areola surrounded a long, prominent nipple. Her shoulders and flanks tapered to a trim waist. A soft-looking, gentle curve of belly, surrounded a deep oval navel, and hid a solid set of abdominal muscles beneath. Her fearlessness was legendary. When once asked if she was ever afraid of dying a violent death, she told the qustioner: "I don't want to live to see this beautiful hair turn grey and then white. She opened her shirt and thrust out her magnificent breasts. And I don't care if I don't live long enough to see these puppies sagging down to my navel, I'll leave that sh*t for you."

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Jessika Stanton ruled the Slaybelles with an iron fist, fear the most likely factor to motivate those under her. Sandi Chase, too, had a fist of iron, but more often than not, her girls were motivated by respect, her iron fist clothed in a velvet glove. Jessika and Sandi had clashed in the past and there was much mutual respect between them. Clashes between the gangs were frequent and often bloodily violent, especially before Sandi assumed command. The conflicts were almost always economic. Two years ago, then Hellfire leader, Monica Welles accused Jessika and the Slaybelles of demanding protection payments from many small Harborside businesses that were under the watch of the Hellfire girls. Peaceful settlement could not be reached, and when two Hellfire members were beaten severly after attempting to "re-take" some of the businesses in question, a huge gang fight ensued. Forty women, armed with knives, met in an abandoned warehouse just off Lincoln Boulevard, at the border between Harborside and Sea Cliff. When it was all over, sixteen were dead on the warehouse's blood-soaked floor. Slaybelles perished with slit throats, slashed breasts, and perforated bellies.
One unfortunate gang member suffered a horribly deep gash that bisected her navel, she died in slow agony, with bloodied hands trying to hold her guts in place. Another Slaybelle suferred the indignity of having a blade violate her young, tight pussy as she sank to the floor, clutching each of her once lovely breasts, now horribly knifed. But the cries, shrieks and moans from the Hellfire women was far worse. 10 died that night, including Monica Welles, left on the warehouse floor with a blade buried to the hilt in
each of her nipples

Sandi, who acquitted herself with distinction that night, personally accounting for two kills, assumed Hellfire leadership after the slaughter

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Jessika Stanton had voracious appetites; for power and sex. She was legendary for enjoying the intimate company of both men and women, in every manner and experience possible. If Jessika's body was indeed a temple, she was surely going to heaven; what else could be expected for a woman who prayed each and every day of the year, as often each day as humanly possible. It was not unusual to see Charlotte Blair, Jessika's first lieutenant, leave her presense with her face glistening, awash with the sweet secretions of Jessika's cunt, only to be summoned back, to spread her legs for her leader's hungry mouth, while Jessika's "man du jour" filled the redhead's voracious pussy with a thick, rigid cock. It was said that Jessika's heart was the only part of her body that worked harder, or more often than those tight, wonderful muscles at the very bottom of her belly.

Charlotte Blair was young, pretty, and mean. She was dark and short, with deep brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and a luscious, slender body. What she lacked in strength, she made up for with her almost surgical skill with a knife. She was also nearly sexually insatiable, and insanely jealous, a perfect compliment to Jessika Stanton.

One May afternoon, two new Slaybelles, looking for action of EITHER kind decided to walk the border of Lincoln Boulevard. If they could find buyers for their nubile bodies, wonderful...if not, kicking some Hellfire ass would do just fine. They crossed paths with six Hellfire babes almost as soon as the hit Lincoln. A lot of immaturity and too much bravado and courage are a dangerous mix....They got their asses kicked...their breasts, cunts, and faces as well. News of the severe beating sent Jessika into a rage, and she had a message delivered to Sandi, threatening another warehouse massacre.

Sandi replied by offering a challenge: She and Jessika...just the two of them...no weapons.....early morning at the abandoned warehouse, each to bring only one 'second'....Jessica accepted the challenge in a heartbeat.

Sandi stood naked in the cool damp warehouse, eying her opponent. "I'll never win a battle of brute strength....just look at that woman", she thought to herself. "I only have quickness to my advantage...must keep my face, and especially my crotch, away from her massive fists."

Jessika was equally naked, her spectacular red hair was tied in a pony tail. Scarlett Seward and Charlotte Blair were in eager attendance.

Jessika threw the first punch as the women met, looking to rearrange Sandi's face. Sandi ducked, and drove a hard right at Jessika's navel. The fist penetrated slightly into the soft, shallow mound of the redhead's belly, and then stopped, turned back by the big woman's rock solid abdominals. Jessika completely ignored the hit, and buried her fist into Sandi's left breast in return. The blow inverted the blonde's nipple as Jessika's fist sank deeply into the heavy orb. Sandi ignored the knifing pain in her chest and brought her right knee crashing up into Jessika's cunt, staggering the redhead, a fist to the face and 2 rapid- fire jabs into Jessika's belly had the Slaybelle leader slightly bent forward. Jessika countered with a left that crunched against the blonde's unprotected pubic bone, and a tremendous right that sank wrist-deep into Sandi's sweet belly, just under her navel. OOOOUUUFFF!!

"f**k... she hits like a damned sledgehammer, The lovely blonde thought to herself. as she folded forward clutching her flat belly.....got to move...stay away.......HIT HER BACK!!"......Sandi moved quickly to one side as she saw the redhead's fist flying towards her big right breast. Too late! it's softness enveloped the knuckles of Jessika's left fist. "AAUUUGGGHHH"!!! She skillfully slipped the big woman's next punch, and brought her knee up, hard, right into the Slaybelle's pussy, crushing her clit against a now agonized pubic bone.

On and on these warriors battled, giving no quarter, asking for none in return. Sandi's once beautiful breasts were bruised and swollen, her lips were split and bleeding onto her chest. Her guts ached and her pussy throbbed. Jessika's nipples were leaking blood, the entire left side of her face was swollen, her abs, softened by repeated blows, were no longer able to protect her soft guts, and her cunt was on fire, its lips leaking tiny droplets of blood from a vicious foot the blonde had landed. Both women were staggering and exhausted. A left, brutal and low into Sandi's soft belly had her in desperate straits, an uppercut to the underside of her swollen left tit had her wailing in pain. The breasts and belly of the tall, sleek blonde were taking a terrible beating from Jessika's deeply penetrating fists.
Then a hard right from Sandi caught the redhead on the point of her chin, staggering her! Another belt to the mouth! Jessika's legs started to wobble. Then, WHHUUUMMMPPP, The Hellfire leader unloaded a vicious uppercut, burying her fist deep into the softness of Jessika's belly. OOMMPPPHHH!! The red-headed Slaybelle folded over, mouth open wide, hands cradling her pain-filled belly. Sandi took two steps to her right, clenched her fists together over her head, and sent a crashing blow the base of Jessika's skull, rendering her unconscious.

Trouble began when Scarlett Seward, without Sandi's knowledge or consent, tried to take "Blake's Bar and Grill" away from the Slaybelles sphere of protection. Jimmy Blake rarely sold food, the grill hadn't been cleaned in years. What he did sell a lot of, was liquor and moist pussy. He had thought about changing the establishment's name, to "Jimmy's Rye & Pie", but new neon signs were hard to come by, and expensive. The Slaybelles uses his establishment as a place of procurement, and in the three small rooms in the back, quick, profitable sex. Scarlett and her compatriot arrived at the bar well before it usually opened, and attempted to persuade James Blake that they could offer a better deal than the competition. The deal began with Scarlett. A lovely young women, with long golden hair and almost white skin. Scarlett's soft, cherubic body had been making men fall all over themselves since she was 15 . While the other Hellfire girl stood watch outside the bar, she removed her shirt and held her precious, globe-like breasts out for Jimmy's close inspection. As he joyfully placed his mouth over a nipple, and flicked back and forth with an eager tongue, Scarlett removed her jeans, her soft, round body, now stark naked.

Cries and a loud thud from the other side of the bar's locked front door, prevented James Blake from continuing his exploration of Scarlett Seward. The door flew open; three Slaybelles ran in, and the same two- by-four that laid out the unconscious Hellfire miss outside, crashed into Scarletts soft blonde locks and put her painfully to sleep.

When Scarlett came to, she was naked, standing against a wall in Jessika's room at the Slaybelle's clubhouse. Charlotte held an ugly stiletto at her throat, as Jessika fondled the warm dampness of her cunt.

"Very, very nice", cooed the smiling redhead. She kissed Scarlett's bountiful breasts, and caressed her soft, white belly.

"This piece of trash tried to steal from US?" "Charlotte, I leave this to you...I know you won't disappoint me." Actually, Jessika was ALREADY disappointed. Her groin had begun to moisten and twitch as soon as she laid eyes on the voluptuous blonde....."I should have f**ked her first, then ordered her killed." Patience was not a part of Jessika's make up.

"Where would you like it bitch?" asked Charlotte with a gleam in her eye. " In the throat? .... or here?" She place the point of the blade into the slit of Scarlett's deep vertical navel. "Or how about here?" She lowered the knife an inch. "Right here? in your soft, round belly?" You want it in the belly, don't you?" Scarlett was transfixed with fear...unable to move or utter a sound. "Or here?" The knife menaced the narrow opening of the blonde's delicate pussy. " It can be fast or s l o w," she grinned, "I can kill you with one thrust or 20 .

Charlotte ended the torturous game, and Scarlett's life, with one stroke of the stiletto, driving it up under her breastbone and into her heart.

Scarlett's death was the beginning of a vicious border war; both gangs suffered numerous casualities. In order to stop this senseless war of attrition that would eventually destroy both sides, Sandi and Jessika agreed to fight again, to the finish, the loser's girl's to be absorbed by and subserviant to the winner.

Naked, a six inch blade in their right hands, an extremely thick leather sleeve covering their left arms from elbow to wrist, the two women faced each other again in the dank, cool warehouse. 25 members of each gang formed an apprehensive audience.

"You've got GUTS, I'll say that much for you" Jessika shouted at Sandi. "And you're going to show them today......with your life spilling out of them!"

Cat-like quickness kept Sandi safe, as Jessika brought the attack to her. Each woman's left arm suffered some shallow punctures, as the leather wraps were effective in deflecting and blocking many potentially murderous thrusts. Each leader held her weapon in the usual knife-fighter's deadly underhand grip. Each drew blood from the other. Sandi's breasts suffered minor wounds. A long, but shallow slash appeared on Jessika's belly. The grim dance continued...grunts...lunges...parries...thrusts..a nd shouts of pain when skin was cut. The deadly ballet went on until Sandi slipped on some spilled blood and only slightly, and only for a second, lost her precious balance. She could not overcome the brief, slight outward reaching of both arms, the body's reflex when trying to recover its balance. Her shoulders and upper back hit the gray warehouse wall as she was slipping backwards . Her body arched, just barely. Every watching Slaybelle and Hellfire eye opened wide as, for a fraction of a second Sandi's body was utterly vulnerable. Jessika made no mistake, took one step forward and plunged her knife into Sandi's belly, midway between her navel and her groin. The steel blade went all the way in, up to the hilt. "UUUGGGHHHH"

"NNNOOOO", Sandi screamed, silently, to herself, eyes widened and bulging in disbelief. "God",........ the silent screams and pleas continued.........."it.... HURTS...you........... BITCH...........NNOOOO...........not....my belly..... my soft.......... beautiful..........BELLY!"

Through the shock, pain, and dismay of this mortal intrusion, her mind fought on. "...must....strike....BACK........cannot fall......yet........."

Sandi looked down at her belly, her face a symphony of incredulity. Jessika's large fist was still pressed into her gut.....it appeared to Sandi's unbelieving eyes that she had been simply PUNCHED.....but the lovely blonde's brain would not believe the lie.....the
wish......for the pain was too much...much too much.

Her brain commanded her right arm....Jessika's body was close enough....".....strike.......NOW....."

Jessika withdrew the blade, and Sandi's eyes saw the truth.....the trickle of blood that welled slowly out of the wound... her eyes saw then what her brain had known from the moment the point of Jessika's knife pierced her skin.....and penetrated her.... so deeply.... so very very deeply ....into the moist warmth of her being. Jessika drove the blade in again, piercing the dimple in the center of her belly.

Her arm could not follow her mind's desperate command, it's muscles no longer under that part of the brain's control.....her right fist opened....the knife clattered upon hitting the floor. Her hands closed over her body's wounds.

The tall blonde started to slide slowly down the warehouse wall, first to her knees, finally on her haunches, back against the cold, unyielding wall. Her spread legs giving Jessika full view of her beaten cunt. She clutched desperately at her soft, punctured belly, watching helplessly as her blood, flowing faster now, oozing from between clenched fingers, begain to soak the hair of her mons and pussy. She valiantly fought her eyelids that wanted so much to close for the final time.....she at last relented....and let them close.

The author wishes to thank Jessika and Sandi for allowing him to feature them in this story.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ March 17, 2007 09:35 PM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>