Wicked Goth Hobbitch Assassin hunts our Sweet Hermione in Glastonbury

[Ted Mark]

Warning! Sexualized Gratuitous Violence for the Sake of Sexualized Gratuitous Violence!
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Wicked Goth Hobbitch Assassin
hunts our Sweet Hermione in Glastonbury


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Without Magic we must fight as Animals!

The Wicked Goth Hobbitch Assassin
hunts our Sweet Hermione in Glastonbury


Now you tell me you that you wouldn't want to see two incredible young women tear each other up and I'll call you a liar!

Why try to invent an excuse, some kind of plausible explanation for having them fight. You're in charge of your imagination, just have any two girls you like take off all their close in front of you, turn to face each other, and when you give the word, throw themselves together in a naked fight to the death!

But if you need a The little help in the “imagination” let me set an example of how it’s done. Do you know Emma Watson? She recently cut her heaps of sexy auburn hair off. She sports a Natalie Portman buzz cut now. There HAS to be an explanation! Curious? Of course you are, So, let me tell you this sexy little story of beauty and death….


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August in New York is hot, I know because I lived in New York on the upper West side just below Spanish Harlem the year I worked for the New York Museum of Natural History. Central Park is the human equivalent of the Serengeti plain in which packs of lionesses hunt the streets for life meet on the hoof while their lions blink in the shade of umbrellas sipping cold beer and sizing up the white men peering out of their passenger side windows as their whores bend over to make a deal.

The world sweetheart little Emma Watson sliced off all her hair on Thursday, August 2, 2010, or rather some fruit named Rodney working in New York's trendy Cutler salon gave her a pixie buzz cut they could get a free entrance and any Dyke bar in the SoHo. The word spread around the globe on the Internet “our Hermione Granger is no longer our little girl, now she has another 20 years of so-so films that'll never be “Harry Potter” and endless visits with Ellen an Oprah ahead of her.

Some people she didn't to try to get the plum role of Lisbeth in the American remake of “The Girl with the Dragon tattoo”. But that was just a cover story. Nobody that knew her thought that she was so deluded as to think she had a shot at that. So why, why did she cut off her magical waist length tumbling waves of redly glowing chestnut hair?

The answer to that goes back to Sunday, Jun 25th, 2010 when our The Little Hermione showed up at the Glastonbury Festival with Kate Moss and Pixie Geldof and, like an oiled eel in black sunglasses, the boy-model and front man for the Yorkshire 5 piece band One Night Only, George Craig. She started dating this pasty boy-waif earlier this year after meeting while shooting the Burberry's Spring/Summer 2010 advertising campaign. And now here she was wearing what to me sing to her ultimate fairy-England outfit, a khaki-print Louis Vuitton corset, denim shorts and spiked rubber boots. Her breasts were firmly gathered up by the deep green lace corset into warm mounds of pure cream white softness. Her bare arms and legs were equally moon white and her face was that of a sweet girl child feeling her buds swell into a blossom in the warm sunlight of the Renaissance fair atmosphere. Everywhere there was acid, incense and balloons. She look like she thought she was dreaming.

But what the photographs of her that day and the photographs taken before and after at the festival don't tell you is that for the six hours of the dead of night between Sunday and Monday, in a dark time in the balance between the day of the sun and the moon, Emma slipped through the looking glass into a deadly nightshade wonderland in which she was to be hunted by a wicked Goth hobbitch assassin and ultimately she would have to find out that magic was real, but she was just an actress, an extraordinary college schoolgirl to be sure, and known to millions, but she would have to confront another girl in Mortal Kombat with only her wits and her will to live, and she would have to do it alone and with no one there to applaud or mourn the outcome!

It was one in the morning when Craig, her amphibious boyfriend, decided to entrance a group of drunk teenage boys and girls surrounding him and Emma by holding up an iPod and unplugging the earbuds so the tiny speaker played a song that he had just recorded in the studio. As the other entranced group strain squinting to hear the micromini cricket band playing the song their smiles became locked into bland masks. He seemed totally unaware that they were being underwhelmed until Emma touched his wrist and he woke up and realized he was making a little bit of a fool of himself, (although he knew that anyone it is pretty as he was would always be nothing less than a wonderful experience for all who met him). It was becoming a little chilly even though heat blew over the crowd from Every food vendor tent. Suddenly Craig began to sulk and stalked off for a fresh drink, quite unaware that he left ammo behind blinking.

Emma decided to find her friends pixie and Kate and soon was lost in the carnival of drugs and drinking and rock bands playing and famous people mingling in the hothouse heat of pretty reptile's and lethal orchids. Emma slipped away into an open field lit by a full moon above her. Strangely the grass through which she walked and the trees all around the Glade seem to be carved of obsidian, jet black as a starless night sky. She didn't know that in going around a corner behind the role of gaily painted tents selling chips and bangers and Indian food and cutting through what seemed to be a shortcut she actually passed into the same Glastonbury not in the future nor in the past. Emma Watson had slipped into another Glastonbury in another time and space. Which is have a name for such a landscape, a moonscape really floating like a dream island in some H.P. Lovecraft novella. This Glastonbury was one of those places that has a kind of objective existence and is a kind of hub of a wheel through which the individual witches like studs on the rim of a wheel can travel, this is called skrying, and each travels up through the wheel spoke connecting their location in this time and space to the hub which they call “that place”, the place in which they have their Sabbath.

even if you told Emma of these witchy things she would not know that some witches dream so strong that when they meld their dreams they fuse the very nature of things at a spot to which not only they but unsuspecting but bewitched people can find their lucky or unlucky way.

Her creamy skin turned to glowing white pearl by the full white moonlight she smelled strange green orders and wild smokes in the wind that now side to the grasses and the branches about her.

Suddenly the full quartz moon rolled why can I up into its skull and as it rolled it was replaced by a blood red wet looking malevolent ball that now hunger the moon hung in the sky. And the sky became strangely silver and bright as if it were the few minutes before the son reaches the horizon and the sky was full of light without a center. Strange prehistoric sounding birds suddenly seem to shriek and cry from the forest around her. A nervous wind passed over her 20-year-old soft body making her arms and legs goose bump at her own breasts begin swelling and falling more rapidly as she looked nervously around her in the Glade. Suddenly she saw something moving from the other side of the Glade beside a lake that she had not previously been realized was there. The lake reflected the sky and instead of the red eyeball that had replaced the full moon the original full moon was reflected in the water as an imperfect twin to the red planet hanging over the earth like a curse.

Emma saw that the figure was a girl, maybe a year or two other than her, and an inch shorter, but the dark brunette lioness mane that switched back and forth from one shoulder of the other shoulder like a horses tailless and breaks into a gallop, was the Nimbus of a pale white gypsy which who wore a thin band of leather covering the top of her full grapefruit sized breasts and nipples but leaving the bottom halves of her breasts exposed over a pale belly with the seven sisters constellation embedded as diamond studs around her navel. She had bronze studded leather armbands on her forearms and her upper arms and a leather belt with spikes over a short pleated Roman leather skirt that fell midthigh on her perfect white legs. She had sandals laced all the way up her calves and her leather brassiere was laced to a leather collar around her slender neck. She had some kind of complex Victorian aerial goggles up on her head as if she had just gotten off of the propeller driven dirigible now tethered at the other end of the lake.

Her eyebrows were wild and like ermine above fluttering spiked lashes. Her brown eyes were blazing coals of challenge. I am Little Lillith, the Omega Harlot. I am here to kill you.” She said this as she stood not 6 feet away from Emma Watson with her fists on her hips and to repeat outspread. She threw back her shoulders and laughed from somewhere deep and wicked inside her feline body.

“You call yourself Little Lillith?” Emma said stepping backward in the grass her hands starting to raise up palms down as if to calm her obviously chemically inebriated new girlfriend. “And you are the Omega a Harlot?” Emma gave her sweetest most disarming smile, as if she was a young hostess gently taking the elbow of a drunken abusive ex-wife out to the door.

“You don't get it, sister.” The Gothic leather pixie explained, “you've been brought into “this place” by the power of the Valerian coven of the village of Innsmouth, just south of Florence in Oregon, our coven calls our domain everything from Mount Shasta in the south to the mouth of the Columbia River in the north. And we have called you here for a “fight of the witches”. Now I know you're not really a white witch,” she sneered, “you just play one in the movies”. She stepped forward as Emma started stepping backward but not fast enough to keep the beautiful creamy skinned Gypsy girl from poking her in her exposed left breast with a black painted fingernail like a Talon. “Usually these fights are disputes between two girls who want to be Queen of the coven or between rival Queens or between girls fighting to be the Queen's favorite or as a punishment for two disobedient girls who must suffer trial by combat and that judgment as the lady of the sky has deemed righteous.” Emma stopped and put her own bare palms up against the other girls chest and could feel the other girls heart hammering as indeed her heart was hammering behind her left soft breast. The slightly shorter girl look you right in the eye and said “but you're here because we all agreed that it would be amusing to have the famous Hermione Granger included in a all out, no holds barred, to the death “fight of the witches”.”

“Please Miss, I have friends waiting for me back at the carnival, and I am not into the Society for creative anachronism or jousts, I'm a lover not a fighter!” Emma said this sweetly while backing up still farther beginning to turn around, but she looked up with her eyes wide in horror as she realized there was no carnival or sounds of music and riot in the direction from which she had come. It was just woods going on forever into the other direction. A mean little hand on her right shoulder spun her around and the same left-hand punched her right shoulder back so she was facing full against the Goth girl as the goth girl’s mean right fist slams like a out-of-control police car into the left side of her face knocking her jaw and her head sideways. Suddenly there was tears streaming down her face as she staggered backward waving her fists in front of her but her pursuer didn't pursue but just stood there with her hands on her hips roaring laughter. Emma clutch the side of her face trying to blink the confusion with the tears out of her eyes, her head spun as much as it hurt, and her jaw felt like it was starting to swell up.

“You're crazy, don't you realize I have security that are like Israeli mercenaries, are you trying to kidnap me? Are you some kind of crazy lesbian who's in love with me” Emma suddenly became filled with indignity and outrage and storm filled her pretty girl’s face as sure own fists became rock-hard hammers and she brought them up in front of her pretty chest, (although it must've been unsettling to see that her opponent didn't seem overly concerned but began to slowly walk towards her with her hands in front of her like a lady wrestler, her fingers outstretched like claws, each finger ending in a black painted dagger like fingernail.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Emma Watson spun around and ran for the trees!

[Ted Mark]

[ Part Three: Continuation ]


Little Lillith and Emma Watson are fighting naked, and to the death!

Their bare legs intertwined and each ground her wet vulva against the other's thigh as they wrap their arms around each other's shoulders and yanking back on the hair so both of them were pulling their heads back away from each other as they rolled over and over on the grass , cursing and even urinating squirts of hot pics from the force other physical fight.

Emma Watson rolled on top of Little Lillith and yanking her sweat drenched hair out of Little Lillith's hands leaving Little Lillith holding two clumps of the british girl?s hair as Emma yanks her head back and drives it down again and again and again three times into the center of Little Lillith's pale white face. Now it was Little Lillith's face that explodes into streams of hot red female blood as her nose was pulped and her lips were shredded on her teeth.

As if on cue they roll apart and get to their knees. Staggering together, the furious girls press forward on their knees, gripping each other by interlacing their fingers, and each trying to force the other from one side to the other onto their back. Both the Emma Watson and the gypsy bitch bare their teeth drawing their lips back as blood flowed from their mouths over their throats and down over there swinging, purple, bruise covered, and swollen breasts. Both Emma and Lillith's breasts vibrating like the bellies of fat men using power drills in the street. Both purple faced girls howl into each other's face with raw hatred.

Then they stagger upright and resume fighting standing up with their fists, like bare-fisted saloon girls from a drawing on the cover of that old lusty newspaper known as The Police Gazette. Both girls shudder from the impact of savage jabs and slaps and their torsos were streaming with sweat as they exchanged punches, brutal punches, left right left right to their beautiful faces.

Emma Watson lashes out with two vicious right hooks that connected each time to Little Lillith's left cheek cheek and temple. Each time Little Lillith's glorious head snapped back as far as it could, with her eyes closing in pain, wincing from the blow, gasping, snapping her hair back. Little Lillith?s hair was drenched with sweat and streaked with thick crimson blood. Her gypsy locks hair had been darkened with water already because she just come from the shower for this fight. But instantly after taking the punch, her eyes blazed open again and she fired out her own salvo of left right punches into the center of Emma's pillow a soft wet breasts.

The second volley of left crosses caught Little Lillith square on the temple, knocking her back a few steps, so, Emma, hunched down and waded forward under Little Lillith?s flailing arms, and began pumping her fists into Little Lillith's belly and brass so she stood no more than half of an arm?s length away from the other girls torso. She fired her fists into the soft breast meat and soft belly meat again and again. And the older auburn began hooking punches up into Little Lillith's liver and spleen as well as using the other girl's bouncing globes of bosom like gym speed bags!.

But Little Lillith raged back into the punching woman's fists and drives her fists up inside Emma's armpits and pushes her back several steps - buying time to stagger into the other girl with a sharp right uppercut into Emma's soft white abdomen so Emma Watson folded over Little Lillith's right arm - giving Little Lillith the opportunity to bring her left fist up as hard as she could and slams it twice viscously into Emma's exposed right kidney.

Emma Watson curses like a longshoreman in agony, snarling, tears streaming down her face, and grabs Little Lillith?s arm and bites her on the inside of the elbow driving her teeth deep towards the veins on the inside of Little Lillith's arm. Little Lillith screams and grabs the back of Emma's well coiffed auburn hair and yanks her head back, yanking the teeth out of her flesh. Blood gushed from the open bite, the bite-mark was deep, almost through the skin into the muscle over the veins. Howling the other, bustier auburn pushes Emma Watson viciously around to face her. With a horse shout Little Lillith fires her knee up into Emma?s dangling bosoms and wet tummy. One particularly evil knee explodes right into Emma's sternum, right below the breasts, knocking the older girl?s wind out again - but this time she stepped behind Emma's calf, slipping to the left side of her, and drops her calf behind Emma's pretty leg so she dumps the British girl?s round ass on to the grass with a twist and shove. Emma Watson lands with a terrible wet slap and Little Lillith kicks her in the face so her shoulders, hips, and back of her head all slam into the grass at the same time.

It just didn't occur to either of the fighting woman that they had suddenly acquired an inexplicable hyper-kinetic emotional structure of an animal bread to fight and kill instinctively without inhibition.

The two brunettes slam their sweat and blood covered bodies together so furiously that slaps of impact sounded like a thunder claps in the upper bleachers of the auditorium glade. They had become two female incarnations of Civil-War ironclad's facing each other in the boiling river of war - exchanging barrages of cannonball fists to soft female flesh - an asteroid shower of brutal exploding punches which remorselessly made their torsos and breasts shudder from their mutual brutal assault. Pretty heads were knocked back from straight arm punches. Jabs to the chest twists their bodies from side to side as each hammered their enemy?s ribs. Cries of agony echoed the snapping of the ribs. But they were like white colliding thunder-heads!

Both Emma Watson and Little Lillith were screaming with pain and rage at the top of their lungs as, panting and sweating, they slugged it out like some pair of rival whorehouse madams settling their differences by a fistfight in the street - a fist fight that will go round after round until either one or the other is dead.

I was unable to decide which one I wanted to win - by that I mean which one I wanted to see die or which one I wanted to see survive. Both girls seemed hell-bent on making sure that each girl would carry on fighting until she was dead on the ground!

Now both girls grabs the other by the back of the head. grabbing a fistful of hair. and began slamming their free right fist into the others head and throat - each trying to stun the other into passing out. Head snapped back and forth again and again and again as they exchanged wicked bare knuckle blows.

The naked girls went into a clinch, each trying to wrench the other?s head back by the hair, yanking girl heads back and forth. Emma Watson wraps and wound both her arms around Little Lillith?s throat and tried to apply a forearm asphyxiation to her slender windpipe. Little Lillith did the same. Both naked brunettes danced in a circle of hate, eyes bulging from the effort to kill their enemy. Both twists their heads left and right to try to bring blood and oxygen back to their oxygen starved brains. As each applied an arm bar choked to the other their voluptuous bellies and breasts wiped wetly back-and-forth. As their eyes and and tongues started to protrude both raging hell-cats became desperate. Each feared that they might lose this brutal exchange.

Suddenly Emma Watson drops her hands, made daggers of her hands and, drives these daggers up into Little Lillith's opened armpits. The older girl's hands stabbed like daggers into the nerve just inside the armpit. Little Lillith begin keening and drops both elbows inside Emma's wrists as Emma Watson continued to twist her daggers deeper into her armpits. Seeing she was being fought off, Emma Watson head butted Little Lillith in the chin making her stagger backwards -in this way both girls disengaged their lethal embrace and begin to circle again with her fists raised.

An heroic right cross laid Emma Watson out on her back, her eyes fluttering on the verge of a K.O.!

Screaming like a banshee, the stricken woman lashes out with her heels at Little Lillith as she circled her in a counterclockwise direction. Emma Watson constantly twists on her wet back, pumping her legs frantically at Little Lillith?s calves and thighs. Little Lillith lunged inward to try to throw herself onto Emma, but Emma Watson succeeded in driving her heels brutally into the inner thighs of the girl killer leaping over her from side to side. Little Lillith face screwed up in frustration, her wide mouth opening all the way, lips curling like out to bare blood covered teeth.

Suddenly Emma Watson crunched up and twists to get on her knees - but before she could turn a unscrewing her body back to face her mortal enemy, Little Lillith landed like a like a linebacker, driving left shoulder into the ribs below Emma's right armpit. Emma Watson slams back onto her back and a desperate catfight explodes on the grass !

Little Lillith struggles to maintain her position on top of the older actress by spreading her arms and legs like a starfish. Little Lillith's wet pussy grinds into Emma's wet snatch as they wrestled together. Emma Watson shoved Little Lillith's chin up with both palms with all her might forcing Little Lillith to curl her back as her shoulders were being forced up. Little Lillith's wet, cantaloupe sized, breasts slaps back and forth on the insides of Emma's arms as Emma Watson began trying to strangle the other girl on top of her.



[To be Continued ]

[Ted Mark]

[ Part Four: Conclusion ]

Little Lillith yanks both hands in and pushes out on the insides of Emma's arms at the elbows so they folded outward. and Little Lillith snapped her head back and drives her forehead down as hard as she could into Emma's nose. Emma's nose shattered and the cartilage was driven up into her skull, between her eyes, but not deep enough to kill her. Emma Watson bucked like a wild bronco, driving her heels and shoulders into the grass as she began claws Little Lillith's breasts with 10, blood red fingernail,s claws deep furrows down the mounds just like a cat trying to sharpen its claws on a recliner-chair. As shocking red blood streamed from her soft breasts, Little Lillith reaches down, and forcing her shoulders down against the other girls hands, begin claws Emma's breasts in revenge, twisting and pulling them out from her ribs and twisting them, before driving the heels of her palms back into breast meat, driving her punches all the way to the to the ribs - Little Lillith was literally pumping punches in an out of Emma's soft, voluptuous, breasts.

Im cruel return, Emma Watson began squeezing and twisting Little Lillith's breasts like taffy, yanking the breast meat out like bread dough, and then smashing Little Lillith?s bosoms back into her ribcage. Both girls were screaming and crying incoherently, but the pain seemed to only turn into some kind of rabid rage in their bloodstream.

Because she was bigger breasted, and her breasts were hanging straight down, Little Lillith's breasts are soon lacerated as if someone had been whipping her chest with razor wire - and her brutalized breasts were swollen to almost double D cups size, and covered with horrible green and purple bruises from top to bottom - and scores of deep bleeding scratches streamed with blood. Gasping in a lungful of burning oxygen, Little Lillith grabs both of Emma's wrists and press them down to the grass - then, like an animal, she drops her face into the side of Emma's neck - biting down towards the jugular.

But of course in doing so she exposed her own wet throat so in a flash Emma Watson wraps her white legs around Little Lillith and they began grinding together as if they were fucking!

In order to hold her still, Emma Watson wraps her arms around Little Lillith's back and claws her back at the same time, all the time forcing her face under Little Lillith's left ear so she could bite down towards the pulse! Little Lillith yanks her own hands-free and likewise wraps her arms around the girl below her. Now both brunettes claw deeply into their each others shoulders, clawing back and forth, crosshatching the other woman's naked wet back with deep fingernail grooves that bleed profusely as they chew deep each into each other's throat, eyes squinted with hate, as each forces her face inward in their enemy?s flesh - their jaws opening and closing in the other girls vulnerable neck.

Blood was flowing like a torrent from the corners of both girls's mouths as each bit out chunks of flesh and twists and shook their heads like a terrier with a rat. They were like two rottweiler bitches - fighting naked and to the death.

A deep throated growl changed pitch to a Formula One roar in both girls's throats as they claw each other's backs and bit each other's neck. There mutilated breasts pressed into flattened pillows against each other and their hips ground together as they each slipped her legs around each other's legs - so the fighting girls had intertwined their legs so Little Lillith's humped Emma's left leg and Emma Watson humped Little Lillith?s left leg as they grind their cunts against each other thigh - actually using the force of their upwardly cascading orgasms to pump their fury higher until both enjoy, (if you can use that word), a pure, manic, fighting state.

Which naked brunettes teeth would find the veins and arteries of the other girl first?

Which girl will be first to bridge and empty her bowels and bladder at the same time as they feel the other girls teeth tear their throat all the way open?

Which girl will roar as a gusher like a Texas oil well shoots dark arterial blood from her enemy into her mouth with every heartbeat?

As if on cue, hearts pounding the girl wrench apart, blood pulsing from their necks and streaming over their breasts and bellies. There had to be a better way to kill with less risk! They close like wrestlers each grabbing the other?s hands.

As if driven by demons these two girls press themselves together, and with palms of their hands pressed together and fingers interlaced push themselves up into a standing position where they began dancing around in a circle each time to yank the other off of her balance.

Both hiss in disgust and yank their hands-free so they can wade together trading furious flurries of haymakers and vicious uppercuts to the breasts into the jaws. Streamers of blood and saliva splashes left and right from each girl's head with each blow left and right. Sweat just pours down their body as if it was raining from their foreheads over glorious child-woman faces and down their throats and over their breasts and torso into the hot pink grooves between their legs. Their legs flash white and wet as they dance this jerky dance of fighting girls.

As if someone had blown the whistle they stagger apart a few steps, tears streaming from their beautiful eyes, their hair soaking wet and plastered against their skulls next and shoulders. Then, panting, they storm together again as if trying to drive their fight up into the air by sheer energy of their forward motion against each other soft female body.

Emma Watson grabs Little Lillith's right shoulder and stretches her body fully upright, brings her right fist down like a jackhammer into the Goth girl?s left temple. Barking with each blow, Little Lillith drags her claws down the front of Emma Watson's chest gouging five bloody furrows down over her marshmallow-soft breast mounds. But Emma leap ups onto her left foot and drives her right knee up into Lillith's soft waist as she hooks her right fist viscously into Little Lillith's ear. Little Lillith's ear swells up like a blister and bursts as the girl screams and drops to one knee.

That's all that the auburn haired songbird needed. Emma Watson grabbed Little Lillith by both sides of her skull and drives her right knee up into Lillith's jaw. Lillith's head snapped back and her eyes rolled up into her skull as she flops onto her back. With an Indian war whoop, Emma Watson leaps into the air and drops with both of her knees into the center of Little Lillith's wet tummy, her knees dropping like hammers through the girls intestines and into her kidneys from the front!

Little Lillith returns to consciousness, her body curled around Emma Watson?s knees and calves. Her beautiful eyes bug out. She shakes her head trying to suck a lung full of air into her agonized lungs. She throws her arms around Emma Watson and rolls to the side so the two girls lay side-by-side punching and claws and driving their knees into each other. The injured Goth girl was gasping and desperate and Emma was raging to finish this bitch here and now!

With a lucky thrust of her arm Emma Watson drives her index and middle finger into Little Lillith?s big left eye socket!

Little Lillith yowls and rolls away, lurching away from Emma Watson on her knees, holding one palm up to the side of her face. Blood is streaming from her fingers. Little Lillith wheezes and growls and struggles to her feet and pitches her naked body onto Emma's bare back, flattening the British girl onto the grass where she began to jerk her arms and legs as if trying to do a flattened dog paddle across the grass. Just as Emma was pushing herself up by straightening her arms, Little Lillith still sitting on her hips and wrapping her arms around Emma Watson's neck, the Goth Girl yanks back with all her might bowing Emma backwards, trying to break her back!

But Little Lillith was not strong enough and Emma Watson grabs her arms and tries to yank them from her neck, but still the girl sat on her back and pulls her back so her boobs flop back and forth in the air as her spine curls over, her shoulders were practically curved over the small of her back. The Goth girl?s left eyelid was practically torn away, and her eyeball rolls as if weeping blood. But she can see with both eyes, eyes that are like hot coals of hatred.

This was a kind of stalemate.

Emma Watson was claws deep knife wound gashes in Lillith's arms. Suddenly the Goth girl let go and jumped to her feet with one foot on either side of Emma's back before stamping down with her left foot on the back of Emma's head driving it into the grass again and again and again. Each time Emma's auburn hair splashes out in a star shape and blood and sweat sprays across the grass. One blow drives her forehead so hard into the grass that her eyes glazed over. This is what Little Lillith had been waiting for!

Little Lillith pulls Emma Watson over onto her back and then drives her heel down again and again into Emma's face. Emma goggles and gargles blood as she spits out teeth - her front teeth on top and bottom had been knocked out! Emma grabs Lillith's descending calf and pushes up, bowling Little Lillith onto her ass. But Little Lillith was not hurt and scrambles to her feet just as Emma does and one again the two naked girls began to circle warily like two sweat covered, blood covered, naked Cro-Magnon woman fighting in a torch lit cave!

The they throw themselves together again, their arms wrapping around each other's neck and skull. Bared, their blood covered teeth snarl with hatred as they drive their fingers into each other? wet masses of brown hair, jerking each other's head back and forth, trying to get the kind of death grip on each other which would allow the winner to break the loser?s neck.

Little Litllith thrust up on her toes and closes her teeth around Emma?s soft white right earlobe. The British girl screams with her mouth all the way open as the Goth girl chews through the cartilage and, by shaking her pretty head like a terrier with a rat, the Goth girl rips almost all of that ear away from the side of the British girl?s head and spits it out on the grass a, enraged, Emma grabs her by the wet back of her head and drives her right thumb into Little ?Lillith?s big hazel right eyeball.

This time the dagger to the eye succeeds!

Little Lillith shrieks as the her eyeball explodes, the thumbnail and first two digits of Emma Watson?s thumb knifing through the pupil of the eye so clear viscous eyeball jelly squirts out over and Little Lillith's cheek and forehead.

In a blind stroke of instinctual counter-attack Little Lillith slaps both cupped palms of her hands together on each side of the British girl's head - right over her ears! Emma Watson?s brain felt like she had lightning strikes on both of her ears, and in fact the British goal has succeeded in rupturing both of her eardrums.

The lithe British girl empties her bladder, spraying hot urine over her legs as she drops to her knees grabbing at Little Lillith?s wrists and howling.

But Emma, shaking her head so hard blood and sweat spray in a cloud, lurches to her feet, and punches the Goth Girl in the center of the throat with all her might! You could hear the cartilage of Little Lillith?s windpipe cave in. Eyes bugging out the Goth girls face purples and she drops to her knees.

Emma Watson grabs her by both sides of her pretty head and drives her knee as hard as she can up into the goth girls gorgeous face, her kneecap hammering the busty girl?s septum up into her brain like a spike. Still roaring, Emma Watson stands behind the horribly injured Goth Girl and wraps her long pale arms around her enemy?s head and neck. Emma grabs the other girls jaw with one hand and wraps her other arm around so she could grab the opposite shoulder from the front, standing behind her.

With a mighty wrench she twists Little Lillith?s head around on her shoulders 180 degrees. The snapping of the neck at where it joined the skull sounds like a gunshot. Lillith's mournful remaining eye rolls up into her head,blood flowing freely from her mouth over her shuddering breasts. Gasping for fiery lungfuls of of air Emma Watson looks into the other girl?s remaining dead eye, and spits a mouthful of blood and saliva right into the dead girl?s face in contempt! Emma shrugged her arms free from her dead enemy.

The loser collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, Her lifeless eye rolled up into her skull. Her lovely corpse sprawled covered with sweat and blood in the grass.

Suddenly the corpse, the lake and the dirigible all disappeared, and she suddenly realized she was shivering and naked and it was well after midnight - yet she could hear the roar of people partying and music still playing behind her on the fairgrounds. Amazed she looked down her own naked body and saw that the wounds were all still there and the blood was still flowing freely. Her entire white torso, arms and legs were all covered with growing purple bruises. Her breasts were swollen up like eggplants, she had gone from a 34B-cup to a 34D-Cup! Her ruined boobs each throbbed like a hammer smashed toe. The blood on her body looked black by the moonlight. She had a Vision, a waking dream, yet her wounds were real.

What strange rules they have in That Place! (did Little Lillith?s ghost giggle and whisper ?nothing will go on your permanent record!? in her ear?)

Weaving on her bare feet she put on her cloths and ran away, ran away. Ran away from ?that Place?.

Only a month later she was laying on a hotel room bed, paging through her boyfriend?s cell-phone photos when her heart stopped? it was a picture of Little Lillith, here labeled Esmeralda Romani. Looking up she could still hear him in the shower. Controlling her emotions she Googled ?Esmeralda Romani?. A news paper with a web version reported that on June 26th one 17 year old Seattle Washington native, ?Esmeralda Romani?, was found dead in her loft by a concerned friend. Melted black candles and a body sized chalk pentagram on the floor suggested Satanism. 13 empty wine glasses suggested a party. Police were making inquiries? the girl had been savagely mauled as if by a wild beast! No one in the building heard anything!

Emma said nothing to her boyfriend, but the next day she cut off all her hair.

What can you say? You can say it represented a rite of passage.

So now you know. Know what Little Girls are made of?

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The End

[Ted Mark]

But you have posted this before, haven't you?

No.

What happened is that over the last 2 years I wrote a short piece about a catfight between Katy Perry and Scarlett Johansson called "Christmas Catfight" - it was only a snapshot of the center of the fight and I also I wrote a short piece about a fight between Marilyn Monro and Scarlett Johannson, another segment of a proposed fight. That Marilyn Monro and Scarlett Johannson fight was re-written and expanded as "Big Breasted Blond Beasts Battle" with Scarlette verses Lindsay Lohan, the one in 2 parts with a shoot out ending.

But I thought the fight descriptions in both of these unfinished trial pieces were too useful to loose... so they became re-written chunks of parts of THIS FIGHT.

Now they are in a finished fight... one I like a lot better than either of the fragments.

You're paying attention! Good!

All writers cannibalize unfinished work by processing them into finished pieces.:waver: