THE DUEL (part 2) by HowHal3
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Their legs wrapped tightly around each other, the two women pulled each other
closer, legs bulging as they drew one another into intimate and deadly contact.

Carefully and delibrately, they matched thrust for vicious thrust with the needle
sharp spikes sticking so obscenely from their shaved and hairless pussies.

Both were now staring downward as if hypnotized by the very sight of their
crotches dueling, in such close and furious battle.

Legs spread wide, Vicki moved her point in closer, the tip tracing a fine line
across the narrow metal plate that was all that separated Susan's pussy from
the just anger of her metal barb. The metal scrapping on metal sound, made a high
pitched whine as if expressing the frustation of its owner at not getting past
this obstacle, eager to wet itself in blood.

Susan responded in kind, the point of her weapon hovering just above the metal
guard of Vicki's weapon, almost as if waiting for some magic moment in which the plate
would simply slip aside and she could plunge it deep into her rival's wet sex.

The metal shafts touched and then touched again as both women began to try and
force her rival's point to one side. Legs strained and sweat began form on
their bodies, running down their heavy, pendulous, breasts as the metal rods slipped and
strove against each other, trying to force an opening. Occasionally they would
look up into each other's faces, eyes wide and glaring about the gags clenched in
their teeth, staring at each other for a moment in hatred and fear before looking
down again to direct the struggle between their churning, thrusting, hips.

Kim, squirmed in her chair, fighting uselessly against her restraints as down
in the tub before her, the two women she both loved, fought each other to the death
in the most ugly and brutal fashion imaginable. Tears streeked her face and her
wrists bleed were they chaffed against her bonds, but despite her struggles the
battle continued unabated.

Using her strong hips to twist her spike to the right and downward, Susan suddenly
slipped the shaft of her weapon clear of Vicki's. As Vicki's spike rose high,
Susan thrust forward, the guards meeting with a metallic clash as Susan drove the
point of her spike deep into the flesh of Vicki's inner right thigh.

Vicki, screamed, throwing back her head and squeezing her eyes
shut as the cruel metal point drove into her. Kim, leaped in her chair and it rocked wildly
before settling down again. Surprised at her own success, Susan froze for a second and
Vicki pulled her hips back, sliding the spike from her flesh with a muffled sob,
before Susan could capitalize on her short success. As the spike slipped free, the wound
began to bleed, the blood mixing with the sweat and cum of the two rivals to form a slippery
mixture in the bottom of the tub.

The two combatants stared at each other for a second and then Vicki arched her
back, forcing her hips downward and lowering the point of her weapon as she
thrust forward suddenly. Susan twisted to the left, but failed roll far enough as Vicki's
point slipped through the top of her left thigh, piercing the flesh at a shallow
angle and allowing the point to emerge covered in Susan's blood at the top of
her leg.

Susan screamed and thrashed then as Vicki tried to keep the point in her rival,
but Susan bucked as if posessed by demons and Vicki finally pushed away from her,
drawing the point out less it be twisted from her gasp by the flailing of her
enemy.

Gasping in pain, Susan glared a look of pure hate at her enemy as her blood too,
now flowed down to join Vicki's in the slipper bottom of the tub.

The battle was quickly rejoined then as spike pushed against spike and needle-sharp
points struck at guards as both women maneuvered to drive their spikes into the
other. Twisting to the left, Susan managed to drag the tip of her spike across
the inside of Vicki's right thigh, opening a long, but shallow cut that bleed
in sheets. Vicki retaliated by driving her spike deep into Susan's left thigh
and inflicted a shallow cut across Susan's bared mound with the tip.

Thrust was met with thrust and now some of those thrusts got through to taste
blood inside of inner thighs and across the belly as their bodies writhed together
in the bottom of the big tub in desparate mortal combat. Thick thighs clamped
around heavy waists, hips pumped, and thrust, and twisted as pussy fought pussy
with tongues of glittering steel.

Sweat poured off the two women and they cursed and moaned into their gags as
vicious attacks were traded . Sitting in her chair overlooking the battle, Kim
would squeeze her eyes shut, desparate to block out all sight of this ugly vision
only to be lured into opening her eyes again at the sound of some particularly
desparate moan or gasp.

The battle continued for what seemed like forever until finally the two women
were nearing exhaustion. Blood now wept from a dozen different wounds and flowed
down their thighs in streams to pool beneath them. Pulling in as tightly as they
could, they rested guard against guard, points jutting upward like obscene metal
cocks.

The next phase of the battle began when Susan felt Vicki, moving her hips in
slow wide circles, close in to her own guarded pussy. Metal ground against metal
as she stared at Vicki in silence for a while and then realized just what the
brunette was trying to do. Vicki was carefully trying to slide the guard of her
own weapon, under the guard of her own.

Neither woman could win as long as the other's most delicate spot was protected
by a shield of metal. The only way to finish this was to remove that shield and
the only way to remove it was to hook it out using the guard of your own weapon.
Susan moved her hips now too, trying to get into position as well. Once the
guards where locked, the battle would become an all or nothing struggle for
each to retain her weapon and her protection.

There were many false starts, the guards seeming to catch a moment and both
women tensing before they again slipped free, but slowly over time they worked
each other into a position from which there was NO going back.

Vicki came in from on high as Susan was thrusting up and the guards
of the dueling spikes slipped behind each other. Both women paused for only
a second before slowly pushing away from each other, each baring down hard in
an effort to grip the handle of the weapon buried inside of her own pussy, while
trying to slide the weapon of the other free and expose her enemy completely.

The pull on the handles went from a light tug to a steady, insistent drag.
Susan grunted as she fought to keep the handle inside of herself as the two
big woman pushed away from each other, their legs straightening slightly as the
two metal shafts twisted and ground against each other.

Vicki's eyes were wide with fright and panic as she felt the handle inside of
herself, slip ever so slightly. Baring down, her teeth biting into the gag, she
redoubled her efforts, a muffled cry of panic from Susan confirmed the results
of her efforts. Susan twisted to the left then, trying to disengage the weapons
but Vicki followed her movements and bore down harder still, pushing back until
at least half of the handle slipped from inside of her rival's blonde twat.

Susan inched closer, trying to recover her grip, but with one last thrust of her
legs, Vicki, jerked the weapon from Susan's wet snatch and it fell to the bottom
of the tub with a slight metallic ring.

Susan's eyes where wide with panic then and she tried to crawl away from her
enemy but it was too late. The tightly bound ankles held them in close and
deadly grip as Vicki lowered the point of her spike and placed the tip carefully
between the folds of Susan's exposed labia. For a second nothing happened
and Vicki glared in triumph into the eyes of her terrified and helpless rival,
then THRUST the point DEEP into her victim's defenseless sex.

Even through the gag, Susan's scream of agony seem to reverate off of the walls.
Twisting in the chair, Kim fell to the floor and was thus spared the final
scenes of the battle as Vicki tightened her legs around her screaming, crying
foe. Pulling her closer and closer and pushing the spike in deeper and deeper
until the guard plate was hard against your enemy's bleeding snatch. Then with
slow malicious, motions of her hips, she twisted the spike around deep inside
Susan's sex, the needle-like point, ripping her up inside as she screamed
hideously into the gag and blood poured from inside her.

In the end, Vicki could not be blamed. The hatred and rivalry between them
had grown too deep to be set aside. In the end she had pitted her life against
Susan's on the board of fate and chance and won. Now the death screams of her
hated foe where as music to her ears as she thrust her weapon AGAIN and AGAIN into
Susan's bleeding twat, dark rich blood flowing out of it and with it,
Susan's life.....


(months later...)


Anna set in the bar and ran her fingers over the sweating glass of wine that
set before her. She had taken to drinking a lot lately. The events at the
house that summer evening and the clean up that followed, haunted her dreams
for months. Even now, she would awake sometimes screaming at the sight of
her friend's lifeless body, laying in the pool of blood at the bottom of the
tub.

Vicki and Kim had moved away. Going to another state to start a new life
together and get away from the shadow of Susan that hung over them still.

The house in the country had been sold. The new couple were older and
ignored the land surrounding their new home in favor of staying in the AC,
drinking glasses of iced tea, and playing cards. This was all for the better,
otherwise they might wonder...they might wonder why in one spot of one field
the wild flowers seem to grow a little brighter than anywhere else....



The End