Isabel crowed in triumph, taking charge and jabbing the weapon at Wu, trying to skewer the Chinese whore who just managed to shift and dodge around the flimsy blows. Isabel was disappointed to realize that Wu did not care that her tits were exposed by her strike, only impeded by her injuries she?d collected from her struggles so far. After a half dozen untrained stabs and a few harmless slices in Wu?s dress, the martial arts mistress sidestepped one sword stroke and moved in before she could retract the blade. She shortened her grip on the belt she still gripped desperately, shifting around Isabel?s back while she focused on her own weapon. She brought the belt up around her neck, having to hop up a bit to get it around the taller woman?s throat and heave backward, Isabel gagging loudly and grabbing at the belt. Wu couldn?t put much finesse into the straightforward strangling, depending on her strength and gravity for now. Her arms ached to hold onto it so long, but it gave her a bit of time to regroup and regain her wits, catching her breath and trying to shut out the pain throbbing in her head.

Isabel was forced to abandon her blade to grab at the belt, trying to wrench it away from her neck. It only did so much good, but bought her time to drag herself along the floor. ?Die, Euro whore,? Wu hissed bitterly, rather having left it at Isabel leaving as a matter of pride after the fight, but her choice to involve live weapons made her question that point now.

Isabel was brought to her knees slowly, choking and growing red in the face as she pulled at the belt and beat on Wu?s arms with her fists. The fight clearly sapping out of the strangled white woman, she was worked into a dire situation. Realizing her struggles so far only delayed the inevitable, Isabel followed her instincts and reached between her thighs. She bent over, pulling Wu with her even with the air and strength draining out of her. She reached a bit further until she struck catfight gold, making her hand into a claw and gouging her nails into Wu?s pussy, mauling and clawing for all the was worth.

Wu howled in sudden agony as the pain shot through her womanhood. She grabbed at Isabel?s hand in reflex, forced to make the belt give way on its chokehold. Isabel sucked up a deep, grateful breath, but made sure she kept a death grip on Wu?s snatch, knowing she needed to catch her breath. She stepped over her arm to turn, coughing red face twisted in vengeful rage as she reached up and tore Wu?s hand away from her crotch, hurrying to rip her panties aside so her greedy talons could grab and claw straight at her bared, shaved pussy.

?I?m going to tear up that Chinese cunt so you?ll NEVER interfere with my business,? Isabel swore raspily, strong fingers mashing and pulling away at Wu?s experienced snatch. Isabel moved around behind her, grip twisting to maintain itself on her as she squatted just above Wu?s head. ?Not such a tricky little shit once I?ve got a grip on you, now are you?? Wu howled and writhed to Isabel?s sadistic glee, but it wouldn?t last long before she swung her leg up, the flat of her foot just above her toes slamming into Isabel?s nose. It disoriented the already winded blond, knocking her backward. Wu kicked the blade across the room before both women scrambling a few paces away from each other, panting heavily.

Both Wu and Isabel were short of breath, sweaty, scratched and battered. Most of their girls were down by now, a few remaining and weary from their own struggles. They were injured or tired enough that they?d fallen back from one another, all eyes (that were still open) on their dueling leaders, especially since the weapons had been brought in to raise the stakes. The women caught their breath a few short seconds, regrouping. Wu?s smaller but perky tits were I the open air now, her dress hanging off her upper body. Isabel maintained her corset, but it bore its share of scratches and rips from the fight, and didn?t seem like it would last long either way. Their pride, business, and reputation to their followers at stake, both women let out sudden cries and charged.


Isabel struck first with a swift punch for Wu?s face, the Asian ducked under it. She sent two quick, sharp jabs into Isabel?s soft belly, the blond grunting quickly but grabbing Wu by the hair, forcing her face upward to see the European?s angry glare before she hit her with a vicious head butt, rattling the Asian to fall back onto her shapely ass. Isabel sent a stomp for her chest, but Wu caught her bare foot with both hands, shooting a straight kick into her pussy. Isabel howled from the shocking pain, legs weakening but staying standing in another testament to the bigger woman?s endurance. Wu kicked her in the side of the knee, bringing her crashing to all fours when she pounced on her back. Her martial arts was limited at this range, especially with the aggressive catfight it was rapidly devolving into. Style and grace were abandoned for the practical and instinctual urge to cause as much pain to the other as possible.

Wu grabbed Isabel by the hair, pulling back hard as if reining back a particularly busty horse. Isabel shrieked in agony. ?Filthy Chink whore!? she raged, flailing behind her to try and get a hold of the rival mistress. She wound up with a hold on Wu?s leg, pulling it forward and sinking her bright white teeth into her delicate toes. Wu cried out and thrashed, tumbling off her rival who quickly mounted her, grabbing Wu?s arms and pinning them to the ground. She smashed her knee upward into Wu?s groin, shaking the slender woman?s body with the agonizing blow. ?OHHHH!? she howled out, eyes forced shut as her features twisted in pain.

?Fucking slut! Come into my territory with your gutter skanks and try to drive me out, will you!?? Isabel ranted at her, wild-eyed in her bloodlust. Her blond hair was a mess, hanging and dripping sweat down on her enemy.
?Don?t talk,? Wu grunted back. ?Like this is YOUR land, Euro cum-dumpster!? The Chinese fighter took her hatred and practicality before pride, spitting into Isabel?s eyes. The white woman screamed in outrage as she was quickly blinded.
?UGH! Disgusting pig!? she screamed, clutching her face and rubbing her eyes. Arms free, Wu quickly grabbed and torn down her corset, the overworked and damaged garment ripping fairly readily from the large tits they?d protected. The big targets hanging wide open and Isabel too furious to care at this point, Wu sank her claws into one and her teeth into the other, gnashing at the nipple.

Isabel screeched in pain, large tender tits brutalized. She tried to pull away, but Wu locked her legs around hers in a delicate grapevine, limiting her mobility as she let her hands and teeth exploit the bulbous orbs. Isabel continued to writhe in pain, sometimes slamming her body down into Wu but with limited success, as Wu?s grip on her tit also limited how quickly she could deliver the impact of the short-range body slam. ?What, no milk in those udders, you filthy cow?? Wu hissed between her mouthful of titflesh. ?Not even fit to be a cow, let alone a whore!?

Isabel was screaming, soon tears starting to flow from her eyes. Her cherished tits were bright red from the punishment, painted with claw and teeth marks like bitter loveletters from Madam Wu. She could pull at her hair, but it only made her teeth pull back further and harder on her thick red nipples. ?LET GO! LET GO, you shit-eating little gutter whore!? There was anger, but far more desperation and pain in Isabel?s voice. The demand quickly turned to a plea for mercy. ?AGHHHH! GOOOOD! Fucking stop! Please! Leave my tits alone, I?m begging you!?

?Strip!? Madam Wu barked at her, teeth pressing down on Isabel?s areola as if threatening to sever it from the tit if she could. Her nails twisted her other like a doorknob, leaving spiraling trails of claw marks. ?Take that filthy costume of yours off. I won?t accept your surrender if you?re wearing that clothing like you?re an actual human.?

Lady Isabel paused for a bit, bit when Wu never slowed in her tit torture, she knew she didn?t have the strength left and reached behind her back, untying the corset and removing it, Wu feeling the clothing fall off and land on her stomach before being tossed aside. ?There! I surrender! Just stop!?

Wu chewed thoughtfully on her teat some more before removing her hand from the breast. She reached up and shoved Isabel?s shapely body off of her, tumbling to the ground. She didn?t release with her teeth right away, ripping at the skin one last time and making her shriek out as she crashed down, holding her agonized tits. Her whole body was dotted with bruises and scratches from the long struggle, hair a mess, truly shamed before both sides. Wu stood over her, visibly weakened and shaky to anyone watching, but at least she was still able to stand.
?Go, just go,? sobbed Isabel, clearly miserable and defeated. Wu scowled at her quietly. ?You?ll leave,? she instructed coldly. ?Go right now, take any of your conscious Euro whores with you. Leave all of your clothes behind, though. Never come back here, and we?ll send your other worthless whores back to you.?

Isabel nodded weakly, waving to her girls. The last of her girls standing, about a half dozen, blushed or grumbled while undressing, baring their pale and similarly battered bodies. Isabel crawled a bit before she stood, making for the door. She passed Wu by, but suddenly spun around, swinging a fist straight for her face, the naked Isabel?s own twisted in sorrow and rage. Wu leaned back, expecting as much of the cowardly woman. She leaned back further and further until her body formed an arc like a bridge, nicely showing off her tits stretched across her chest before swinging her foot upward, kicking Isabel square in the chin. The busty Eurotrash went glassy-eyed and crashed to the ground in a pathetic heap. The Euro whores stared in shock for a moment, but Wu picked up the belt from the ground, cracking it like a whip on the ground and screaming at them. ?GO BACK TO YOUR SHIT FARM!? she barked at them, though she did so in Chinese. They still got the impression of ?Get the fuck out!? message and ran for the door, still nude. The point was made all the clearer when there were wolf whistles and taunts and catcalls from the passerby out the window. Wu smiled weakly at them before seeing to her girls. She checked on all of them before she let anyone see to her own injuries.




There was a few days of recovery, those who weren?t at the battle seeing to the customers and explaining what had happened. The girls of Madam Wu?s brothel had taken over the Gilded Truffle, finding a large amount of money around the brothel to give back to Mr Wong, buying the land back from him and treating him to all the whoring he could handle. Several of the European women stayed, though under direct command of Wu, who remained strict with them but fair as any of her other girls. It was a prosperous day for house of Wu when they reopened the Gilded Truffle, welcoming old customers back that were lured astray by Isabel?s intervention.

She more than made up for that, something of the Truffle?s mascot. Wu kept her on as something of a broken pet, keeping her tied or locked up often, unless subject of some humiliation or menial labor. The day of the reopening, she was bound and gagged next to the front entrance, hanging by her wrists with ?free sample? written on her in Chinese and English, subjected to groping, slaps, fingering, and worse by the mocking passerby. Wu would keep her on staff as well, though only for her most regular customers. So long as she remained bound up, they could fuck her for a penny a ride. Wu loved to keep her chained, leashed, or caged in her room when she had her own clients, forced to watch as men were paying hundreds for a night with the champion of the brothels.