The Champ in a Holiday Fight

[Jessikafights]

OK, been awhile since I contributed ? so here?s a little something I posted a short while ago at another board, based on an original story by GAR posted some time ago on the internet somewhere (possibly Seakings Femfight), but I?ve modified it a bit here, changing names, adding a little spice here & there too. :-)

Hope some here at least enjoy! WINK! [img]wink.gif[/img]

Meaow
Big Bad Jess
P.S. As always comments are most welcome, good or bad.

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The USUAL DISCLAIMERS hold ? contains extreme violence & humiliation ? be warned! Don?t read & then complain!

SAMANTHA IN A HOLIDAY FIGHT
By Jessie

Samantha was deliriously ecstatic and happy with herself ? finally she was OPW World Champion ? she?d kicked everyone?s ass ? she was the QUEEN BITCH!!! In particular she relished beating the shit out of Kayla the Cunt ? just a pity she couldn?t humiliate the piece of white trash more in front of her home crowd. She smiled as she mused how she would?ve liked to trim Kayla?s thick thornbush between her legs ? relishing in the squeals of anguish as she ripped her cunt hairs ? ?Maybe some other time?? she mused as she let her hands glide over her nipples as they grew harder at the thought.

Excitedly, she thought back on her victories over her long string of victims including Marie, Jessika, Kayla, and then Rachel Apache ? ?Gawd ? it was so thrilling?, as she remembered how she sneaked up behind Rachel & knocked her down with a sledgehammer to become the champ, ?And fuck those who boo-ed me ? a win is a win ? and they never like a fucking winner any way! I?ve finally proved I?m the baddest, most dangerous bitch on the planet!? She chuckled evilly to herself, smirking happily.

Samantha was on a short, well-deserved celebratory holiday in Sabi-Sabi, Kruger National Park, South Africa. She lay by the pool, her tanned, athletic body
glistening in the morning sun. Shifting her weight uncomfortably, she tugged on the bottoms of her light pink bikini. The aging lounge chair groaned under her weight.

It was Sunday morning and almost all the other hotel guests were checking out. The area was almost completely deserted, except for a young couple at the far end of the Olympic sized pool, but she still wanted to ensure she would not be disturbed by some enthusiastic fan wanting an autograph, or worse, begging her to flex her sexy, trained body
for a photograph. The resort was old and had certainly seen better days, but
she had chosen it for its relative seclusion and the opportunity to unwind in
privacy after winning the OPW crown.

Ironically, Samantha had never intended to become involved in a fighting sport.
She had never even heard of it before an accident of fate made her a part of
it. For a moment she thought back on how it came about at the only full service gym in her small college town. At 6:00 AM it was usually very busy. Most of the
regulars were always in a hurry to get in and out in time for school or work,
and competition for use of the equipment sometimes became heated, even nasty.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Sam almost always graciously deferred when
pushed to relinquish one of the machines. She usually had no problem with
simply switching to the free weights. But one morning an especially surly, older
woman insisted Sam give up the leg press to her, and it really rubbed Sam the wrong way.

She complained to a friend, one of her classmates that also frequented the
gym, and the other girl chided her. "You're always too nice," she said, "Why
don't you stand up to these bitches and tell them to wait their turn?" Sam
stewed on it for a few minutes; the arrogant, condescending tone of the woman
had really ticked her off. With a nod of determination she marched over and
confronted her, only to receive the same haughty attitude. The auburn haired woman's temper
flared and she grabbed the shocked woman by the scruff of her neck, easily
hoisting her off the machine with one arm. The woman lashed out
at her and before anyone knew what was happening there was a catfight
happening in the middle of the gym.

Actually, it was more domination than fight. The woman was no match for the fit, sexy Sam and she overpowered her easily. In a matter of minutes she
had the snotty bitch flat on her belly, pulling her head back in an agonizing
sitting surfboard. The woman shrieked her surrender as Sam's arms
slowly bent her spine backwards, frantically slapping her hands on the carpet
as the big redhead threatened to break her in two. Sam made her apologize
loudly before she released the humiliated woman's head and let it flop to the
floor.

Sam was shocked, even embarrassed by her own aggressiveness, but she also
felt a sense of pride and satisfaction for so successfully standing up for
herself. And as luck would have it, the incident would prove to be her ticket
to fame and fortune. An official of OPW was in town to visit his college aged son and had visited the gym for his own morning workout, witnessing the entire event. He asked Samantha to join him for lunch and offered her a contract to join the growing organization on the spot. The money he offered was good, and the chance to compete for even more rewards made it an easy decision for her. She dropped out of college and headed off for training.

Though losing a lot as she started off in OPW, after gaining more experience and becoming more aggressive and abrasive, she had become literally unstoppable, easily defeating even the most gifted women she faced in one-sided, sometimes brutal battles. She relished the competition and was extremely proud of her success. She was not above using the same dirty, underhanded tactics many of her opponents tried on her. Indeed she?d become a vicious, merciless hellcat bent on destroying those who had crossed the line with her, relishing her wins. And even though many fans never forgave her for becoming such a bad bitch in the ring, she couldn?t care less ? all that mattered was her winning ? she just adored being champion, and being feared, hated and envied by everyone.

She was thrilled out of her skin with her title victory, and with knowing she had sent
yet another message to the rest of the league: Don't fuck with Samantha. She had
come a long way since that day in the gym. With each easy victory she was
becoming more and more convinced she was truly unbeatable, and just couldn't help feeling a bit cocky about herself. With a sigh of contentment she put the book back down,
again shifting her weight in the creaking lounge chair. She made another quick
glance around the pool; still nobody in sight except the couple at the far
end. With a feeling of thankfulness for her solitude she put on her
sunglasses, closed her eyes and laid back to soak up the glorious African sun, which even in winter was still hot.

She had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly she could no longer
feel the sun's heat on her upper body. She opened her eyes to find herself in
shadow, and looked up to find the dark outline of a tall, large woman standing over
her, her features obscured by the sun directly behind her. "Um, Hi," Samantha
said with hesitation, surprised and also a little irritated by the sudden intrusion. She quickly pushed herself up straighter in the lounge chair as she squinted up at the stranger,
trying to make out her features against the background of bright sunlight.

The woman's face came into focus. She was wearing makeup. Her big
green eyes were thick with black eyeliner and mascara. Her high cheekbones
were pink with blush, her pretty face framed by straight, shoulder length auburn
hair. Samantha's gaze moved down to the black tank top she was wearing, cropped
just below her large, D-cup breasts. The woman's semi-hard nipples were
clearly visible through the clingy fabric. She was a good sized woman, big
boned and broad shouldered, and was obviously in good shape. Her arms were meaty but firm, and she had a nice, flat abdomen that showed a hint of a six pack. She was gazing down at the redhead with a strange expression; a knowing, almost challenging, cocky sort of smile that made Samantha feel instantly uncomfortable and wary.

"Well, well," the woman said in a husky voice, "my boyfriend was right. It IS
the Queen Bitch of OPW!"

Samantha glanced down the pool to see the male half of the young couple sitting
alone. She felt her heart sink; she was really in no mood to cater to a fucking stupid fan at
that moment. "Yeah," she said, trying her best to not sound annoyed, "Did you
want an autograph?" She forced herself to smile.

The woman let out a short, almost derisive laugh. She began to slowly walk around the foot of the lounge chair, her full, firm ass completely exposed by the black thong she
was wearing. "My boyfriend's your biggest fan, you know," she said matter-of-factly, "He just loves watching you fight. We saw you on TV beat Kayla at the Wanderers and also winning the OPW title recently - it's all he's talked about since."

"That's great," Samantha said, trying her best to sound enthusiastic as her eyes
followed the woman, "What's his name?"

"Pete ... and my name's Sika." She stopped on the other side of the chair,
her hands on her hips; her solid, voluptuous body now fully in the sunlight.
The weird smile was still on her face, and she gave off an aggressive, even
menacing aura that made Samantha instinctively squirm in her seat. What?s with this bitch? And why did she look so vaguely familiar?

"Okay," the redhead said haltingly, "Do you want me to make it out to just him
or to both of you? Did you bring something to write with?"

Sika laughed again. "Like I said, he's your biggest fan. He's really got the
hots for you, sweetie. He wants a lot more than just your autograph."

"Oh," Samantha replied after an awkward pause, the strange vibe she was getting
from the auburn-haired head woman increasing, "you mean a photo?" She really wanted to make the pesky bitch to go away.

"I don't think a picture is going to satisfy him either," Sika smiled rather lewdly. She
put one foot on the edge of the lounge and leaned closer. "See, he wants to
fuck your super, sexy body, Queen Bitch; DOGGY STYLE! ? After you suck his cock
for him."

Samantha just looked at Sika's smiling face in stunned, shocked silence ? she couldn?t believe what she was hearing ? what the FUCK? The two women remained frozen in time for a few long seconds. "What ... what did you say?" she finally gasped, her voice filled with incredulity, as well as rising anger and indignation.

The auburn-haired woman stood upright and put her hands challengly back on her hips. "You heard me, Sammykins. You're gonna suck my man's dick, then you're gonna get on your hands and knees so he can fuck you like the fucking bitch you are in heat." She pointed to one of the private bungalows several yards from the pool area, far away from the main hotel building. "We're staying right over there; it's nice and private.
Let's go, champ."

Samantha was still a little shocked and dazed. She had been threatened in public before, it came with the territory, but never so calmly and brazenly, and it?s been a while since that it involving anything sexual.

Sika seemed even more amused at seeing Samantha uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "Come on, champ. You're gonna get your sexy, athletic ass over to our room and please him with that gorgeous body of yours. Right Now! Let's go, BITCH!"

Sam?s shock turned to violent anger and rage. She swung her legs around and sat up
straight on the edge of the lounge. "Get the FUCK away from me, CUNT!!!" Samantha
snapped, "before I beat the bloody SHIT out of YOU!!! It seems you?re forgetting who I am, huh!?!"

Sika's smile widened as she folded her arms across her ample chest and purred sarcastically: "You're not making me go anywhere, sweetie. GET UP!!!"

Now Sam was becoming furious. She whipped off her sunglasses and stood up,
bringing the women toe to toe. She was almost half a head shorter than Sika
and her upper body size somewhat dwarfed by the auburn-haired woman. But that didn?t scare Sam ? she?d taken down bigger bitches than this one ? after all she was the newly crowned OPW World Champ!

"Look, you SICK BITCH," she said through clenched teeth, "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not about to sit here and listen to this crap. You and your twisted boyfriend can find someone else to play games with."

Sika didn't seem the least bit intimidated. "I'm not playing, lovely ebony girl. I
said you're gonna fuck him. I can make you do it, you know." The knowing, teasing smile
never left her face.

Samantha couldn't believe what she was hearing. The nerve of the fucking bitch! As if
Samantha couldn't squash her like a bug! Her blood was boiling, and she said angrily, her voice rising more sharply: "Make me? Try it, bitch, and I'll rip those big boobs off and shove 'em up your fucking fat butt!"

It was a mistake. Sika suddenly grabbed the ebony colored girl's shoulder in her left hand
and spun her back around, going for a head-lock. Samantha was surprised by the unexpected move, and by the unknown woman's strength and speed. Her fighting instincts kicked in and in one fluid motion she slapped Sika's arm away.

But the uaburn-haired bitch had another surprise in store. In the same fluid motion she brought her right hand across her body and clamped it onto Sam's right breast, digging her fingertips hard into the soft but firm tissue. The woman let out a yelp as the pain knifed through her chest from the most fierce breast claw she?s ever experienced. She brought both hands up to stop the attack, but Sika increased the pressure sharply. "Don't touch me," she said warned quickly, "I'll crush it."

Sam's hands froze inches away from the other woman's outstretched arm as
the pain grew intense. She noticed Sika's bicep rise significantly, saw the
sinewy muscle in her forearm become more pronounced; this girl was a lot
stronger than she looked. The redhead stood motionless for a moment, gasping in shock, unsure of what to do next. Her fingers flinched toward Sika's arm and
the pain became unbearable as the pressure grew even stronger.

"I fucking mean it," Sika threatened again, "You might take me down, but you'll lose this little tittie for good." Sam fought back the urge to defend herself; she had no
doubt the crazy bitch meant what she said, and she wasn't ready to sacrifice her breast.
She struggled to keep her wits about her. They couldn't stand there by the
pool forever; her chance would come soon enough. She slowly brought her arms
down and the auburn haired slut loosened her vice-like grip a little.

Sika moved behind the smaller woman, maintaining her vice-like hold, her arm wrapped
around Samantha's big right bicep. "Let's go, champ," she said in her husky
voice, "Follow him."

Samantha looked down the pool to see the man walking towards the bungalow off under the trees. The redhead hesitated; Sika gave her tit another hard squeeze and threw a sharp slap on her ass. "Now, Queen Bitch," she said impatiently, and having little choice, Sam began to move in the same direction, the auburn-haired woman walking along behind her.

Sika leaned in close to Sam's ear as they left the pool area. "We were so lucky to find you here, champ, "she said whispered softly, teasingly "I'm going to enjoy making you please my man, but it's going to make me sooo jealous seeing his big dick inside you. I hate the
way he drools over you every time he sees you fight. I've been telling him for a long time that I could kick your ass, but he doesn't believe me."

The redhead clenched her teeth and struggled to remain calm. Her mind was reeling; how
could she let this happen? Her quiet, peaceful morning had suddenly become a
nightmare. She was sorry there was no one around to help her, but at the same
time she was grateful nobody could see what was happening to her.

"So even if I don't have to make you fuck him," Sika went on, "watching you satisfy him
is really gonna piss me off. Then I'll have to show him I'm woman enough to
beat the shit out of you." The auburn haired woman's words burned Sam, but she swallowed her pride for the moment. If this crazy, fucked-up bitch was going to try and make her have sex with her boyfriend, she thought, she was going to have to release her. Once she was free she would put this bitch slut down, and get the hell out of there!

The bungalow had a spacious sitting area. Pete had arrived ahead of them and had most of the furniture pushed back against the walls by the time the two women entered. A video cam had also been mounted on a tripod to record the proceedings. He wore a gray t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of dark blue Speedos; Sam saw the bulge between his legs grow noticeably as he beheld the sight of Sika forcing her through the door. He was around six feet tall with dark brown hair, rather handsome actually, but he wasn't all that strong looking. Good, Sam thought, she would have no problems getting away after beating up this auburn-haired slut.

"Geez babe, it's really her," he said with an awestruck tone, "I can't believe
this is really happening."

"Neither can she ? tee hee!" Sika laughed, "Ready for the bitch to suck your cock, huh?"
Samantha squirmed instinctively, but the auburn haired woman maintained her grip.

Pete chuckled heartily. "If you really think you can make her do it." He winked supportively at Sam, and started the video cam.

?Good?, Sam, thought, ?it looks like wants me to teach his girlfriend a fucking lesson she?ll never forget!?

Annoyed by his flirtation, Sika's expression changed to one of irritation. She untied the top straps of Sam's bikini top, bringing a gasp of protest from the smaller woman. Sika
gave another hard squeeze and the redhead forced herself to relax, her heart
pounding as she felt the bottom strap fall away from her back. The auburn haired woman
then shoved her roughly away, holding the skimpy pink garment in her right
hand while Samantha staggered forward, her small exposed breasts bouncing up and
down.

She instinctively brought her arms up and covered her chest as she
turned to face Sika, who was pulling her own top off over her head. The
nipples on the auburn haired bitch's big, firm tits were rock hard. Putting on a show for
her boyfriend, she casually held the tank top off to one side before letting
it sail to the floor. She put her right hand on her hip and cocked her sexy
ass to one side, glaring defiantly at the redhead who just looked back with
embarrassment, both hands still clutching her chest.

"Now get on your knees, sweetie, and suck my man's dick," Sika commanded.
Samantha glanced around the room, assessing her predicament. The auburn haired woman stood directly between her and the door. She let her arms fall to
her sides, hearing Pete's audible gasp at seeing her almost completely naked. Being freed from Sika's humiliating control allowed her to rethink the situation; as much as she wanted to punish the auburn haired woman, she realized the important thing was to simply get out of the bungalow as quickly as possible, as far away as she could from this demented couple. She recovered her confidence and put both hands on her hips, staring right into Sika's eyes as she spoke.

"I'm leaving, bitch" she said evenly, "don't try to stop me!"

The bigger woman's expression remained unchanged as she nodded her head back
slightly. "There's the door, sweetie. Go for it." She stood there motionless
in her cocky pose, glaring right back at the smaller redhead.

?Who the hell do you think you are? Are you forgetting who I am, huh??

?Tee hee ? thought you?d never ask ? My full name is JESSIKA ? I?m the daughter of Big Bad Jess who is one of those you?ve been incessantly badmouthing ??

?No wonder the fucking bitch looked familiar ? just a younger version of the old fart!? Samantha thought, and growled: "Don't make me hurt you, BITCH! I?ve taken down a lot bigger cunts than you! Including that over the hill mom of yours!"

"Tch, tch ? like I said ... go for it."

Samantha gave up trying to bully the auburn haired woman out of the way. She quickly marched forward to Sika's right, assuming she could easily shove her way past the bigger woman, throwing her right elbow up to push her away. Sika leaned to her left,
quickly grabbing the crook of Samantha's arm with both hands and spinning the
redhead back, sending her staggering into the wall with a thud. Samantha was again
shocked at Sika's strength; she had seemed to fling the athletic woman away with little effort.

Samantha charged forward again, this time throwing out her right forearm to move Sika out of her way. The bigger woman's left hand shot up and grasped Samantha's thumb, yanking it back painfully to the point of almost breaking it. The surprised redhead let out a short shriek as Sika easily forced her arm down and away, then gave a loud grunt as the
auburn haired woman whipped her right fist around to land flush against Samantha's jaw. The Queen Bitch's head snapped to the side and she fell to one knee, Sika still
holding tight to her aching thumb.

Before Samantha could react Sika threw the back of her fist across her right cheekbone, snapping her head back the other way. She then drove it forward again into the left side of Samantha's face, then again, and again, each punch harder than the last. The champion dropped her other knee and Sika threw her hand away, sending the sexy, athletic woman slumping to one side, her head spinning from the force of Sika's blows.

The auburn haired woman walked over to where Pete was standing, right next to the
entrance to the bungalow. She resumed her confident, sexy pose and casually
reached her hand into his tight swim trunks, pulling out his rock hard cock
and running her hand up and down its throbbing length. He was fairly well
endowed; about 8 inches long and very thick. Samantha could feel a sense of dread
well up inside her when she saw it.

She knelt there gasping, trying to clear her head, totally shocked at how quickly this unknown slut had taken her down. "Oh babe," Pete said, his voice breathy with arousal, "she's gonna kill you now!"

Sika snorted a laugh. She gazed down at the redhead with a bemused look. "I've
forced you to your knees, champ," she said matter-of-factly, "Do I have
to force your mouth on it, too?"

Hearing the threat sent a surge of angry energy through Samantha. So she'll have to fight her, she thought. No problem. She'll put her in her place like all the rest. After what Sika had done to her, she'll enjoy hurting and humiliating the 6 ft tall,180 lb bitch.

Samantha rose to her feet. Her head had mostly cleared; her jaw and cheekbone
were aching but she was not too badly damaged. "You're not making me do
anything," she said defiantly, glaring hatefully at the bigger woman. The taunting smile on Sika's face grew wider. "We'll see, champ ? we?ll see ?" she answered, and moved away from Pete toward the center of the room.

The two women began moving from side to side, arms up, palms forward, Sika
maintaining her position between Samantha and the door. The redhead threw a hand
at Sika's head that was quickly slapped away. Moving around the other way,
she tried another tentative slap that was deflected with equal ease. They
continued their dance for several more seconds, both with determined looks in
their eyes, both searching for the right opening through which to attack.

Then suddenly, Samantha lunged forward with the deceptive speed she was famous for.
She slammed into Sika and wrapped her arms around the auburn haired woman, clamping her hands together in the small of her back, executing a perfect bear hug. Sika
let out a loud grunt as the air began rushing out of her, her arms pinned
beneath Samantha's massive biceps. Their breasts and abdomens mashed together
tightly as the ebony colored fighter began to pour on the pressure. Now I've got you
bitch, Samantha thought, you're FINISHED!!!

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her crotch. She realized with dismay that
Sika had managed to get a hand between them, and was digging her nails hard into the soft flesh of Samantha's womanhood. She jerked the auburn haired woman up tighter against her frame, trying to force her to stop, but Sika responded by just digging in harder. Samantha clenched her teeth; she knew if she could maintain her hold the auburn haired woman would eventually pass out, but the pain was becoming intense. She increased the pressure as much as she could but Sika was really working her crotch
hard, and the situation quickly became unbearable for the smaller woman. With a
final cry of pain Samantha released her from her monstrous grip and quickly
swatted the bigger woman's arm away. The redhead staggered back as she
instinctively moved both hands between her legs.

Sika paused a moment, gulping air into her lungs. Then with amazing
speed she stepped up and sent a right straight into Samantha's mouth, snapping
the smaller woman's head back violently. As Samantha's head pitched forward
Sika grabbed two handfuls of the redhead?s hair and slammed a knee into the
girl's hard belly with brutal force, lifting her feet off the floor as she
doubled over with a loud whoosh. She released Samantha's hair and sent a quick
one-two across the breathless woman's face, then sent her staggering with a
vicious right uppercut, following her as she stumbled back against the wall.

Samantha was again in shock. She could taste the blood in her mouth; the pain in
her crotch, abdomen and face was intense. The bitch was dominating her,
hurting her. She tried desperately to come up with a strategy to stop the
bigger woman, but the punishment Sika was dishing out had her head swimming,
and she had never been in such a predicament. In the past few months she had always
been on top, had always been in control. Now it was she who was being
controlled and there seemed to be no way for her to stop it.

And Sika was not letting up. She pressed her left forearm up to Samantha's neck,
pinning her against the wall. She drove two solid rights through the redhead's
washboard abs, then sent an uppercut whistling into the underside of Samantha's
left breast. The smaller woman lashed out wildly, but Sika batted her arm away
and once again brought the back of her fist sailing into Samantha's cheekbone.

Samantha again reached out blindly and managed to grab a shock of Sika's hair,
but two more hard blows to her unprotected mammary made her release the grip.
She couldn't believe what was happening - it was unthinkable to be so
completely overwhelmed by this completely unknown woman. Another gut busting shot just below her navel brought her feet off the floor; then came two more straight
rights, one to the redhead's left eye and another to her mouth.

Sika again brought her knee up hard into Samantha's midsection then slammed her forearm across the redhead's already battered breasts. Another shot across her cheek
made Samantha's massive arms fall limp at her sides, then a savage right cross to
her jaw totally ended any ability she had left to defend herself. Sika
removed her forearm and stepped back, watching smugly as the barely conscious
champion slowly slid down to the floor, flat on her tight little muscular ass.

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[Jessikafights]

The auburn haired woman sauntered over to where Pete stood, his exposed manhood fully engorged, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Sika nuzzled her
voluptuous form against his side and once again reached down to fondle his
cock. "What do you think now, baby?" she smiled.

Pete was breathless. "Oh babe," he gasped, "I can't believe how easy you
handled her. She barely laid a hand on you. Heh, heh ? Mom in Law Jessie is just gonna LOVE this tape!"

Sika chuckled. "Look at 'Miss Big, Bad Bitch,' lying there all beat to
shit. She's nothing. She's pathetic. I told you I could kick her ass, didn't I
baby? And it made you so HARD watching me do it, not so?" She wrapped her hand around his throbbing member and ran her thumb across its enormous, pink head. "Ready
for her mouth, baby?"

Pete was in a panting heat now. "Oh yeah ... make her do it, babe. Make her
suck my cock. Make her do it now."

Samantha lay still against the wall, her chest heaving, the pain still shooting
through her head and upper body. The room was spinning, but her senses were
clear enough to hear what the two were saying, and to understand what it meant
for her. A sense of panic welled up inside her, a feeling she was totally
unfamiliar with, and she struggled hard to lift the fog Sika's vicious
beating had placed on her mind. Her panic rose sharply as she suddenly
realized the auburn haired woman was standing directly over her.

"Get up on your knees, BITCH," Sika commanded calmly, "It's time to get
FUCKED in that BIG, BAD MOUTH of yours!"

Samantha turned her head away in disgust. "Go to hell," she gasped defiantly.

The auburn haired woman's tone became harsh. "Get on your knees, or I'll put you there."

The redhead still refused to believe Sika could do this to her. She remained
defiant. "No," she breathed, "I won't. You can't make me." She swallowed hard,
choking back tears, gearing herself desperately to resist and fight back.

Sika grabbed a handful of Samantha's hair and yanked the beaten woman's upper
body up and away from the wall. Samantha put both hands up to push the auburn haired woman away, only to have them flail about wildly as Sika slammed the bridge of her
foot into her crotch, then quickly yanked the side of her head down into her
upcoming knee. Intense pain exploded through her already reeling head. Her
field of vision became flooded with stars and a harsh ringing sound filled her
ears. The room spun wildly around her and then seemed to become enveloped in a
dark gray haze.

She became vaguely aware of being dragged forward by the hair,
stumbling across the carpet on her knees. She could hear Sika speaking but it
was drowned out by the ringing, the auburn haired woman's voice sounding too far away to make out what she was saying. She stopped moving and gradually realized she
was on her knees being held upright. The pain began to subside; her vision
cleared to find Pete's big cock just inches from her face, and as the noise
in her ears subsided Sika's words began to register. They filled Samantha with
hatred and fear.

"Now you're going to be a good cocksucker for my man, aren't you, Queen Bitch?"
she asked with a mocking lilt in her voice. She shook Samantha's head around
roughly as she spoke. "Tell him, champ ... tell him you wanna fuck him with
your mouth."

The redhead's mind was churning wildly. In her worst nightmare, she could never have imagined being forced to endure such humiliation. There she was; the toughest, baddest bitch in the world, beaten senseless, totally dominated by some unknown slut!

Only minutes before she had been savoring victory, relaxed and confident in
her power and invincibility. Now suddenly she was reduced to nothing more than
a plaything for another woman's amusement. Forced to kneel half naked before a
strange man's cock and told to suck it like some kind of cheap whore, by a
woman she should have easily crushed. And the reality was setting in that she
was actually going to have to do it. She could no longer hold back her tears;
they filled up her eyes and began streaming down her face, mixing with her
sweat and the blood trickling from her swollen, split lips. Her athletic
upper body began to heave forward with the sobs she struggled in vain to stop,
her now battered, sagging breasts swaying back and forth and bouncing into
each other.

"Aw, look baby," Sika mocked, "I've made the tough, bad girl cry." She pulled
Samantha's head back so she looked right up into Pete's grinning face. "She
doesn't look so big and bad now, does she?"

Samantha tried to look away but the auburn haired woman held her tight. She reached up in a feeble effort to make Sika release her, but she had little fight left and a hard knee between the shoulder blades caused her arms to again fall limp at her sides.
There was nothing she could do but kneel there helplessly while Sika had her
way with her. Her heart filled with terror as the reality totally set in - she
was completely at the mercy of this evil bitch. Then came the command again,
the tone more urgent, more demanding.

"Tell him you wanna fuck him with your mouth, Queen Bitch."

Samantha's sexy, athletic body began to tremble. "Please," she sobbed softly, "don't
... don't make me do this." Hearing herself beg made her sick with embarrassment.

Sika threw another knee into the redhead's upper back. "Tell him," she
commanded again, her voice louder, more threatening, "tell him you want to fucking suck his dick!"

She opened her mouth to speak, consumed now with sheer agony. But the sight of
Pete's throbbing cock repulsed her, and she still couldn't bring herself to
do what Sika demanded. "Nooooo ... " she wailed, the sobs coming harder, "I-I
can't ... "

"Stubborn bitch!" Sika spat. She reached down and grabbed Samantha's left wrist,
moving it behind her and wrenching it violently up between her shoulder
blades. She pulled back harder on the shock of red hair and the woman
rose up slightly, her back instinctively arching to relieve the pressure, her small, pert
jiggling breasts pushed out.

Samantha's heart sank even further; not only was Sika easily overpowering her, she was putting her nearly naked body on display for Pete like a trophy. And the pain in her shoulder, arm and back was intense. She squirmed and struggled as best she could, but her strength was gone. The nasty auburn haired woman had her completely under control, and the last pieces of her resistance were crumbling.

Sika brutally pulled Samantha's arm up higher, smiling as the redhead cried
out in agony. She pulled her head back farther so Samantha was looking right up
in Sika's wicked green eyes. "Tell him, slut, or I'll break it."

The panic now overwhelmed Samantha. The unthinkable had actually happened. She
knew she was completely helpless against the bigger, merciless woman; that she had to
obey. "Oh God," she panted frantically, "Oh! I-I want ... I want to suck his
dick. I want to suck it." Hearing her own voice say the words was the most
demeaning thing she had ever experienced.

"Don't tell me, stupid whore," Sika demanded harshly, yanking Samantha's face
back toward Pete, "Tell him." She gave another hard jerk upward on the
redhead's tortured arm. Pete's smile widened watching Samantha's beaten breasts
dance around.

This time Samantha did not hesitate. "I want to suck your dick," she gasped, her
entire body convulsing with pain, "I want to suck it. I want to ... " Her
words trailed off into a low, whimpering moan.

"There's a good cocksucker," Sika cooed, moving Samantha's face closer to
Pete's massive manhood. The auburn haired woman's taunts had become meaningless to the beaten woman. Her pride shattered, her dignity in ruins, she was now willing
to do anything Sika commanded of her; anything to end her horrifying, degrading ordeal.

Suddenly Sika paused and grabbed a second handful of matted redhead hair. She
pressed her knee against the middle of Samantha's back as she spoke. "One more
thing, cocksucker ... if you so much as touch my man's dick with those big,
perfect white teeth of yours you'll spend the rest of your life in a
wheelchair." She pressed her knee harder against Samantha's spine to emphasize
the point. The helpless redhead now had even less doubt that Sika meant what
she said.

"Now open wide, Queen Bitch," Sika grinned as she pushed the big woman's head
forward. Samantha closed her watery eyes tight and did as she was told. Feeling
Pete's pulsating manhood slide into her mouth nauseated her, and she gagged
slightly as the bulbous head brushed against the back of her throat. It was
the most revolting thing she had ever experienced. She instinctively pushed
her tongue down as far as she could and opened up as wide as her aching jaw
would allow, trying her best to not have to actually touch the vile appendage.
Its sheer size made it impossible, but the result was Samantha holding herself
completely still while Pete slid himself in and out of her gaping mouth.

As if on cue, Sika looked up at her boyfriend. "Is she pleasing you, baby?"
she asked, "Is she being a good cocksucker?" Pete snorted. "No," he said with
disdain, "She's just sitting there, babe. She's making me do all the work."

With a heavy sigh Sika pulled Samantha's mouth off of him and dropped to one
knee behind the redhead. She released her hair and wrapped both of her meaty
arms around Samantha's upper body, roughly grabbing her
breasts and digging her fingertips painfully into the soft, pale flesh. Samantha
let out a howl of pain as the evil auburn haired woman ground down hard on her beaten
tits. "You're disappointing him, champ," Sika said menacingly, moving her
mouth close to Samantha's ear, her massive breasts pressing against the redhead's back,

"You need to do better." She gave Samantha's breasts a hard, sharp squeeze that brought another cry of agony from the helpless woman. "Suck him like you want it more than anything," she commanded, "like you're hungry for it. Pleasure him or I'll squish these pathetic little titties like grapes."

The auburn haired woman's breathing was heavy; her erect nipples pressed into
Samantha's skin. Sensing Sika's arousal at dominating her made the redhead's
humiliation even more unbearable, but she had been pushed well beyond her
limit to resist. "I'll do it better," Samantha gasped, "I will ... please stop. PLEASE!"

Sika released Samantha's tortured breasts and rose to her feet, regaining the
tight grip on the muscular woman's hair. "You'd better, sweetie," she warned,
and again pushed Samantha's face at Pete's engorged member.

Choking back her disgust, this time the redhead brought her tongue out and flicked it against the soft underside of its pink head before swallowing it as far as its huge
size would allow. She moved her mouth up and down the thick shaft, pulled away
and ran her tongue along its entire length before once again taking it whole
into her mouth. Pete moaned with pleasure and rose up on his toes, Samantha
rubbing her tongue firmly against it as she held it in her mouth. Then she
pulled her head back and worked her lips around the head while moving the tip
of her tongue up and down the fleshy sweet spot.

"Oh yeah," Pete panted, "That's it. Suck me." She took it back in her mouth, once again working it hard with her tongue, fighting back the urge to pull away, terrified of
incurring Sika's wrath. The suckling, slurping sounds of Samantha fucking Pete
with her mouth echoed through the room.

Sika was smiling now. "It really makes me jealous baby, watching this whore
suck your dick. I may have to punish her some more." Hearing her words made
his manhood throb even harder, and he nuzzled it deeper into Samantha's
overworked mouth. The redhead let out a muffled whimper of fear.

"Yeah," the auburn haired woman went on, "I may just have to totally fuck up 'Miss Bad Bitch,' now. Just beat what's left of her into dog shit. Does that excite you Pete? Does it make you want to come?"

His breathing came faster as he thrust himself harder against Samantha's tongue. The redhead gagged loudly as his big cock ground against the back of her throat. "Oh yeah babe," he panted, "It makes me crazy. I'm gonna come so hard ... " Then Sika suddenly pulled Samantha's mouth off of him, leaving him standing there gasping frantically with a look of frustration.

"Not yet baby," she smiled, "I wanna see her on all fours getting
fucked like a dog. Don't you want her pussy too, baby?" Pete just stood there
for a few seconds as he came down from his near climax, his eyes closed, his
breathing becoming steady. Then he smiled down at Samantha's beaten form with an
evil look in his dark eyes.

"Oh yeah," he grinned, "I want her pussy. I wanna fuck her real hard, fuck her like a dog." Sika chuckled and turned away, dragging the anguished redhead along with her. "Go bring the jelly," she said to Pete, "I'm sure this worthless bitch is going to be dry as a bone." He hurried off to the bedroom, returning in seconds with the tube of lubricant.

She stopped in the middle of the room and pulled the still kneeling woman
upright, her ass resting on the backs of her legs. She reached down and
grabbed Samantha's pink bikini bottoms at the waist and with another surprising
display of strength literally ripped them off of her beaten body. It left an
ugly, red welt across the top of her muscular backside, exposed her shaved
crotch and caused her to suffer the further indignity of being stripped
completely naked.

Sika flung the torn garment aside and took the lubricant from Pete, casually tossing it down on top of Samantha's smooth thighs. "Grease yourself up, slut," she said evenly, "Make that tight pussy ready for his big cock." Samantha looked down at the plastic tube and then back up at Sika with a pleading expression.

Being forced to be a slut for Sika's boyfriend was unbelievably horrible, but to have to actually make herself wet for him was the ultimate humiliation. She looked back down, away from the auburn haired woman, disgusted with herself for being forced into such total, degrading submission. Slowly, hesitantly, she picked the tube up off her legs and began to unscrew the cap with trembling hands.

Sika pulled up on Samantha's hair, forcing the smaller woman fully upright on her
knees. She reached out her right foot and kicked the redhead's thighs apart.
"Go on bitch, lube up that pussy; nice and juicy for him." Her tone was smug;
neither woman had any doubt who was in control.

Samantha squeezed some of the thick, goopy jelly onto her finger and reached down, sobbing softly with embarrassment as she was forced to make herself ready to be taken against her will. Once again her hard, naked body was being put on display, this time
while she fingered her own womanhood. She would have never thought herself
capable of sinking to such depths of depravity.

Then Sika violently threw Samantha's head forward, sending her down hard onto
all fours as the tube of lubricant bounced away across the carpet. The
redhead's quiet sobs continued as she remained there motionless, her head
lowered in abject submission. "Come and get it baby," Sika grinned wickedly,
"The bitch is in heat for you. Come give her a good, hard fuck."

Pete did not hesitate. He quickly knelt down behind the whimpering redhead and guided his thick manhood roughly into her. Samantha let out a yelp and raised her head
quickly; she was no virgin, but she had never been with a man as big as Pete
and he was not being gentle with her. He rammed himself deep in her hole as
hard as he could, leaving it in and rotating his hips to push it in deeper. He
grabbed Samantha's thighs with both hands and pulled her tight little pussy back
over him, moaning with pleasure as he grew even bigger. Samantha let out short,
breathless whimpers between her clenched teeth. She felt like she would be
split in two.

Then Pete began pumping her, fucking her. Still gripping her thighs, he
guided the athletic woman's backside up and down the thick shaft, timing
her movements with his own hard, deep thrusts. Harder and harder he pounded
himself into her, each stroke bringing a grunt between the frantic gasps of
the helpless woman. Her arms began giving out, her shoulders and the side of
her head lowering to the carpet, her ass rising higher and giving Pete a
better target to attack with his huge cock.

Samantha's grunts became loud whimpers of pain as he literally beat her pussy up with his engorged dick. Sika moved in front of Samantha's red, tear-streaked face and condescendingly wiped the ball of her foot down across her mouth, muffling her cries. "That's it, baby," Sika said, "Fuck her real hard. She's just a hole for your cock.
She's your bitch."

Pete responded by savagely forcing himself in and out of her aching pussy, pumping her with a wild, breathless fury. The pain grew; Samantha wasn't sure how much more she could endure. All she could do was lay there helplessly while Pete ravaged her. She wanted to crawl away and die.

It was actually a relief to hear him cry out and feel his warm semen begin to
flow into her. She felt him pull back on her thighs harder than ever as he
forced himself as far inside of her as he could get, his big cock pulsating as
it spurt his juices deep within. He seemed to come in buckets, the sticky
liquid oozing out around his thick member, dripping on the carpet and running
down Samantha's thighs. Its odor filled the redhead's nostrils and the warm,
slimy feeling of it rolling down her skin made her stomach crawl. Pete took
his time with her, pulling her back hard on himself, making sure he pushed
every last drop out of his big dick and into the depths of the powerless
redhead's womanhood.

Then he withdrew and sat back, his eyes closed, catching his breath. Samantha was
in agony; she remained head down on the carpet still sobbing and whimpering in
pain and humiliation. But it was finally over, she thought. They had gotten
what they wanted, and now she could get the hell away from them. Her sense of
relief turned back into a feeling of panic, however, as she heard the tone of
Sika's voice. "Did you enjoy it baby? Did the bitch satisfy you?" The auburn haired woman didn't sound pleased, but irritated; angry, even. "You came so hard. You don't
come like that for me anymore. Was she really that good?" Samantha remembered
what Sika had said when they left the pool, and she trembled in terror as she
began to realize her ordeal was not yet going to end.

"Well babe," Pete stammered, "um, I got so, you know, worked up watching you
dominate her, and ... "

"You've watched me beat women up before," Sika snapped, placing her foot on
the side of Samantha's face, "What's so special about this bitch?" Again she
mashed the ball of her foot down across the redhead's mouth, this time with
more force, bringing a loud, high-pitched whimper from the beaten woman.

Pete looked down. "Well, um, she's, you know, um, like, my fantasy woman. I
mean, you know, I never thought I'd get the chance ... "

Sika cut him off again. "Oh, I'm not your fantasy woman? You'd rather fuck
this worthless cunt than me?" She reached down and grabbed another handful of
redhead hair, again yanking Samantha upright on both knees. "This over-rated
loser with her pathetic little titties?" She shook the big woman's head
violently as she spoke, making her upper body flop around like a used dishrag.

"It-it's not like that," Pete sputtered, still looking at the carpet, "You
know I always want you, babe. But she has, um, a real, um, tight pussy ... and
I was so turned on ... "

"So you like her tight pussy?" Sika spat, "Better than mine? You'd fuck her
again?"

"Not better," he answered, turning his head up to look at her, "it's just, you
know, not as big. She's just, I mean, not as experienced as you, babe." He
looked back down, his voice quieting. "And yeah, I'd fuck her again."

It was the wrong answer. Sika's face flushed red with anger and she turned to
face Samantha, standing directly in front of the kneeling redhead, still holding
her up by her hair. "Gawd, I hate you!" the auburn haired woman growled, throwing a vicious backhand across Samantha's battered face with a loud smack. "I'm so sick of you!" she snarled, repeating the blow with even more force ...

"Samantha this ... " [splat]

" ... Queen Bitch that ... " [smack]

" ... she's so hot ... " [splat]

" ... she's so tough ... " [smack]

Each blow snapped Samantha's head to one side and brought a squeal of pain from
the smaller woman. But she was powerless to do anything but kneel there and
take it as Sika continued her angry tirade, slapping Samantha into near
unconsciousness.

Finally, the auburn haired bitch released her hair and Samantha fell forward back on all
fours. She was beyond the point of even crying now; she just lowered her head
and moaned weakly, completely used up, barely aware of her surroundings. Sika
paced around her prostrate form like a cat ready to toy with a mouse, glaring
down at her, the hateful gleam still strong in her big green eyes.

"You're just a worthless fucking bitch, aren't you Queen Bitch?" she asked
demandingly, "Tell me ... tell me what a worthless bitch you are." Samantha's
moans grew louder. She lifted her head, her eyes glazed over, her mouth agape,
and looked up at the voluptuous auburn haired woman towering over her. Her voice was
little more than a hoarse whisper. "I'm ... I'm a bitch," she said, "A worthless ... worthless bitch."

Sika's expression softened, a light smile crossing her face. ?Look at the camera and apologize to my Mom, Jess, for all the crap you?ve spewed in her direction!?

Reluctantly Samantha whispered tearfully: ?I?m sorry Jess for calling you shitty names and taunting you ??

Sika giggled evilly and reached up and began fondling one of her hard nipples. "Now show me what a worthless bitch you are," she ordered her, "Let me hear you bark. Bark like a dog. Bark like a worthless bitch."

Samantha lowered her head. "Oh Gawd," she gasped, her voice
trailing off, "Oh Gawd ... " Then she raised it up again, her eyes closed
tight. "Arf!" she yelped, "Arf! Arf arf!"

The sheer degradation of it was overwhelming, especially hearing Sika's laughter. "Louder bitch," Sika grinned, and the redhead instantly complied. "ARF!! ARF ARF!! ARF!!" She belted it out as loud as she could, the sound echoing inside the spacious room. The evil woman had completely broken her. She was, at that moment, literally a
worthless bitch. She lowered her head once again in shame.

Then Sika's feet came into Samantha's view, and the auburn haired woman's black thong
appeared around her ankles. Samantha remained motionless as she watched her feet
step out of it and kick the skimpy garment away. Suddenly the redhead's scalp
was in pain again as Sika gripped her hair and hoisted her back to an upright
position.

Samantha was now looking directly at Sika's manicured, auburn haired bush.
"Let's see if you can fuck me as well as you fucked my boyfriend, bitch," she
smiled, pulling Samantha's face toward her, "Let's see if you suck pussy as good
as you suck cock." The redhead made no attempt to resist. She opened her mouth
as the warmth and musk smell of Sika's moistened crotch overwhelmed her.

***

A week later Pete was on the edge of his seat in front of the big screen, still at Sabi Sabi, watching the Lover?s Brawl: Kayla and Heather against Jessie and Emma. He was whooping and hollering at every hard blow and vicious move he saw.

Down in the gym, Sika smiled as she heard Pete's shouts of excitement. She
finished her workout and raised herself off the bench press, her naked, sexy
body shiny with sweat. She strutted over to the small couch across the room
and splayed her voluptuous form across it, putting one leg up on the back
while raising both arms over her head.

She looked over at Samantha who sat in the corner, wearing nothing but her dog
collar, waiting obediently for Sika to finish. Her face and upper body still carried
some bruises from her beating the previous week, and Sika smiled knowing the
bitch would never dare fail to please her again. She waved her hand, beckoning
Samantha to approach her. The sexy, athletic woman immediately stood and hurried over
to where Sika lay.

"I'm done now bitch," Sika said sweetly, "Time for my tongue bath."
"Yes, Mistress," Samantha said softly as she lowered herself to her knees. Sika placed
her hand gently on the back of the redhead's head. "Start with my armpits this
time, bitch," she sighed contently as she guided Samantha's head down, "then I'll turn over and you can do the crack of my ass." "Yes, Mistress," her bitch answered, pressing her lips against the dank skin and parting them obediently ...

***

Only after 10 long, humiliating days, Samantha was finally released by Sika and Pete, and sent packing home. Despite her horrific ordeal she did not dare report the matter to the police, as her utter humiliation would then become public knowledge. She?d be the laughing stock of everyone, having been beaten and dominated by a totally unknown novice ? her tough, bad ass character in tatters ? no longer feared ? her fighting career ruined. No, it was better to pretend it never happened at all! It was all just a bad dream! Perhaps nobody would find out!

THE END

[Jessikafights]

BACKGROUND

Perhaps just a brief background for those interested: several stories had been posted by another person how Samantha had beaten several women including myself, a girlfriend of mine, Kayla, as well as finally Rachel Apache, whom she?d snuck up from behind & knocked her down with a sledgehammer, to become the last woman standing & thus the new ?champ?!

All along the bad-ass character Samantha (& her friends) had been giving everyone some real BAD LIP, for example:

START QUOTE:
<<<?Samantha- And C.O. meant Club Orient, since a certain Aussie promised me a fight for a year and didn't do it. But that's over with and done. Jessika, shut the fuck up and try not to do anything to offend me. Fuckin leathery ass cunt, fuckin pussy looks like an alligator's mouth, be careful, I'll turn your ass into a suitcase. But fuck it, I'm not gonna deal with you, I'm gonna let my girls ride on your old fake ass.

Justine Credible- Jessie, what the fuck are you doing? Maybe you should've taken your medication before you went and dissed the Queen. When's the last time you won a match? Samantha could look at you and your facelift will pop, bitch. I'm the human highlight reel, the most exciting woman in OPW, and you're just an old washed up nobody who can't stop wrestling.

Vixxxen- Hey Justinnnnnne, I wanna turnnnnn.

Justine- Okay, Vicky.

Vixxxen- Ummmm, let's see... oh yeah, Jessika, I would fuck you, but I'm not a necropheliac! If you want, I could send you some "Born Again" vaginal reviver. I've never tried it because I've never needed it, but I hear it's great when your pussy conks out. It's just like starting up a car, there's nothing wrong with getting a little hump... errr, I mean jump. Look Jessie, there's nothing wrong with stuff like that, not everyone's pussy can last the test of time and you've probably been neglecting yours. You should come see me; I'm not a miracle worker, but I try to help you get your sex life back on track with some great products and my sex education seminar.

Samantha- Typhoid Tina's a member.

Justine- See Jessika. This is IQ style, you fucking Angela Lansbury Barbara Bush looking bitch. We're eating well, we're doing well, we're living the good life and you and your slutty ass girlfriend and her slutty ass girlfriend can't handle the flavor of success. Now that's not just the coolest, that's not just the best, that's--

Vixxxen- What's that smell?

Justine- God Jessie, that must be you... close your legs before President Bush comes looking for Saddam's chemical weapons ?

Samantha- Jessika, is that you I hear talking shit at me? Is that you running your mouth... put your teeth back in, you fucking crusty ass bitch, I can't hear you.?>>>
END OF QUOTE

Now given the FANTASY context I of course didn?t mind this at all, even though any woman would be most highly OFFENDED by such ?smelly comments? if they were made in real life, but in the context I thought it was quite humorous & meant in the usually fun, tongue-in-cheek way we often tease & joke each other in fantasy ? extreme as it sometimes gets, no harm is intended ? just for erotic enjoyment, not personal ?flattery?.

So I thought I?d write (modify) the above ?revenge? story to get back a little & which I thought would a little humorous in a sense (the newly crowned CONCEITED champ gets taught a lesson), yet quite erotic too. Furthermore, the story was modified so that it happened somewhere secluded, so nobody on this fight circuit would get to know about it, so that the bad girl champ story line could be easily continued UNINTERRUPTED by the author ? this little story just a harmless excursion and a sidebar!

Much to my surprise and dismay, however, it was NOT received well at all. The ?real person? Samantha and her author were very angry, and it seems they are quite happy to DISH IT OUT, but not to RECEIVE IT!!!??? This is most surprising in the catfight fantasy & humiliation scene ? and a little disturbing in fact ? because if one gets involved in it, one should expect sometimes to get at least as much as one dishes out oneself, not so?

It worries me that there are such people out there who seem to think they are above ?been taken down?. Losing to me has always, as it should be I think, been as erotic as winning, sometimes even more. If one?s engaging in this fantasy to boost one?s ego, I think it?s the completely wrong reason (and place) to engage in it.

So much for my 6 cents worth of chirp!!!

Peace to all!

Meaow
Jessie
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[Abbyfan]

Jessika,

You are indeed the master.......er...ah..ah...excuse me....the MISTRESS of this type of tale.......well done !!!...... like a quality hamburger..."Hot" and "Juicy".....and well-crafted.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ August 16, 2007 06:36 PM: Message edited by: Abbyfan ]</font>

[MikeJV]

Thx Jess. I had this big reply all written when *poof* a lil wondow from something else popped up and reset the screen, erasing my reply. It was DAMN clever to, oh well. Basically, you're right about what ya said.

MikeJV

[Catwacher]

Mmmmmm Jess! You know how much I *LOVE* a good beating sweetheart! Your adding in the sexual aspect of it made it even hotter! This one is going in my archives under the top shelf label!

Your Cat always! [img]graemlins/cat.gif[/img]

[Jessikafights]

Thanks, guys, glad you enjoyed it! [img]smile.gif[/img]

But the credit should really mostly go to Gar, the author of the original story.

Meaow
Jessie
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