Brittany was hurting and she couldn't believe that this blonde twit was doing it to her. With no other options she was considering submitting. Instead, she flipped up, took a horrible blow to her left breast and then slammed her leg around in a sweep, upending the blonde and knocking her flat on her back. Normally, Brittany would have leapt onto her foe and tried to wrestle her into a position with her in control, but Brittany had gained some respect for Charlotte's strength and besides, she needed a second to regain her composure. She stood instead and moved across the room, breathing heavily, her body red with welts from the recent beating, her lip fattened from the punch that had originally dropped her. Charlotte got to her feet, shaking her head.
"You done, bitch?" Charlotte taunted.
"Do I look done, skank?" retorted Brittany?
"You look pretty raw, actually, I guess I'm gonna have to cook you some more..." smiled Charlotte.
The two women circled again, arms up in boxing stances. They exchanged feints and parries, a few false kicks. Then they converged again, exchanging boxing-style punches. Several punches went Brittany's way and finally Charlotte had enough, moving in to a clinch and unloading with two knees to Brittany's hips and upper thighs. Brittany, pissed off wrapped her arms around Charlotte and to the big blonde's surprise, showed her strength by lifting the blonde up and slamming her to the ground. Charlotte, the wind knocked out of her and a little dazed, retaliated nonetheless, swinging up a kick and slamming it perfectly into Brittany's chest, knocking her tits flat and causing the big brunette to stumble backwards.
Charlotte regained her feet.
Brittany however, moved fast, even as the blonde regained her feet, and came in with guns blazing. A series of brutal combinations and powerful uppercuts stunned the blonde, knocking her around the room and causing her to stumble backwards into the wall, covering up. Brittany continued to unload however, using Charlotte as a punching bag. In defense, Charlotte drove forward, trying to wrap Brittany up, but the brunette was on a tear, and blocked the blonde, shoving her backwards. Charlotte hit the wall and rebounded forward, stepping right into a devastating uppercut that nearly knocked her head off. Stunned, the blonde dropped her guard and the brunette tasted blood in the water, unleashing a right-left-right combination, she punished Charlotte's face, exploding her nose in a rush of blood and dropping her to the floor.
The brunette moved around as the blonde crouched, trying to protect herself as Brittany pounded at her furiously. Charlotte rolled onto her back and flailed with her legs, catching Brittany several times and forcing her back. Sweat drenched both women now, but Charlotte was bleeding and Brittany was not. Both breathed enormous gulps of air. The two women kicked at each other, Charlotte still on her back. Then at a moment when she saw her opening, Brittany dove in and straddled Charlotte, who grunted as her gut was crushed by the powerful brunette. Charlotte immediately covered her face and Brittany quickly went to work pounding the blonde's big, firm tits. Charlotte retaliated, punching back at the brunette's implants. The blonde felt Brittany's pussy, slick with her own juices and sweat, rubbing on her washboard abs. She gagged as pain wracked her body. She was tough though, and fought back like a cornered wildcat. Her punches pounded Brittany's implants and while the brunette doled out her own punishment, the blonde's assault was taking its toll. Brittany shifted her weight, and desperately, the blonde surged. Bucking and thrashing, the two women rolled together, and by sheer coincidence, their legs intertwined and their vaginas ground together in a classic tribadism position. Their breasts pressed heavily into one another, their thick nipples dueling violently. They struggled intensely with each other's arms and their hot breath blew back and forth between them.
Suddenly, they were kissing wildly, tongues battling, darting in and out as their lips pressed hard against their foe's exchanging saliva. They allowed their hands to slip down, gripping their enemy's buttocks and thrusting their hips violently into each other. Grunting in unison they pounded their pussies together, intermixing this approach with gyrations that massaged their clits into throbbing organs.
For a moment, Brittany broke the brutal liplock, screaming out in near orgasm, but she rapidly regained control, only for Charlotte to throw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her throat as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy before climax. Despite this near miss as well, she was able to quell the sexual wave and the two continued the battle that had now become deeply sexual. Brittany arched again, and this time slammed her massive implants powerfully into Charlotte's big chest, which yielded incredibly. Charlotte moaned, anguished by the fact that she might be slipping even further behind in this contest. Internally, she willed her "girls" to fight back against her opponent. Again however, Brittany attacked, successfully flattening her opponent's once proud breasts. At the third attempt however, Charlotte swung forward to meet Brittany head on, and this time, her tits swelled up and swallowed Brittany's big implants. The brunette's eyes went wide in surprise as Charlotte quickly pursued the offensive, slamming her tits repeatedly into Brittany's as both warriors now sat upright, still straddling one another. Brittany quickly began to grind again, trying to escape the breast duel and suddenly the two women were again locked in a heated sexual battle, panting wildly and lubricated by sweat and their own sexual juices.

They ground their breasts and pelvises together wildly, their competitive nature and sudden sexual connection fueling their intensity. Slurping noises escaped their vaginas as they panted wildly. Charlotte's large breasts had gained a dominant position now over Brittany's implants and the brunette was frustrated by her loss in this particular part of their battle. Both women were surprised by this turn of events, as neither had ever known any lesbian or bisexual tendencies, but there was something about this incredibly well-matched beautiful opponent that had spontaneously driven them to this step. Despite losing soundly in the breast battle, Brittany was faring much better in the trib-battle with Charlotte. She had never realized how much her clit could swell or how strong her vaginal muscles were but right now, (although somewhat unbeknownst to her) her clit was pounding furiously into Charlotte's less pronounced organ. Her vagina, when lips were locked, was also in greater control. Again, Charlotte felt herself slipping closer to sexual ecstasy. Brittany, despite being the more dominant, was also slipping slowly as well. Neither realized that the sexual intensity had distracted them from the pain that they had continued to inflict on one another with their claws--deep scratch marks criss-crossed their muscular backs as the woman had torn into each other during the battle.
Charlotte began to moan audibly. She was frustrated by this, as she didn't want Brittany to know that she was close to coming. Brittany couldn't hold back a smirk as she felt herself winning this battle and that would make two of three for despite losing soundly in the breast battle, she felt she had been winning the physical fight before it had transformed. On the verge of sexual explosion however, Charlotte pulled back and slammed a fist suddenly into Brittany's face. Stunned, her face exploding, the hold between the two women broke away with Charlotte screeching, "No fucking way bitch!! I'm not losing a fight because you're a slut who fucks hard!"
The two women broke apart stumbling, Brittany was on all fours, ass high in the air, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She was rapidly reminded of the powerful and dangerous woman that she was fighting. Charlotte, was regaining her composure and strength after nearly losing herself in the sexual battle and after getting her ass-kicked (more or less) in the earlier part of the physical contest. Both women were in some ways disappointed and other ways relieved to be back in the thick of what would resume as a true, NHB battle for dominance over another powerful opponent. Charlotte wanted to change the tide of the fight quickly. She was stunned at how strong and skilled Brittany was--she had never fought someone like her and of course she had never lost. She was determined not to lose this fight. Brittany was surprised at Charlotte's strength, perseverance and skill as well. None of her opponents had stood up to her so significantly and she still thought that she might not win this match, which would also represent her first loss. She went to get up just as Charlotte's first unbelievably powerful kick connected squarely with her left ribcage. She moaned aubidly, looking up as the blonde's second kick slammed brutally into her left breast. She was sure that if the breast slamming had not done it before, that the kick had ruptured her implant. Pain wracked through her body. She tried to roll away, but as she looked up Charlotte, like a vicious warden in a women's prison, slammed a stomping heel into her cheek and the brunette, tumbled, hurt and dazed.