About a year after our first daughter was born, Betty had our second daughter. Things seemed to settle in the familiar pattern of most any typical household with two very young children. The only difference was that once a month I was making the trip from New Jersey to Massachusetts to see my son who was from my first wife. These trips were always weekend trips where I would leave Friday night and return very late on Sunday night. I don't know if it was the feeling of being cooped up with our two infant daughters or what, but Betty was usually irritated when I returned. She hadn't ever displayed any jealousy towards my first wife, Debbie, although they hadn't ever met, so I didn't know what was eating her. Besides, I had told her that Debbie had gained a lot of weight since our divorce and probably weighed 130-140 at 4'11", which made her pretty round, and not something Betty needed to be jealous about.

By the time our second daughter was a one-year-old, Betty asked if she and the girls could come with me on my monthly trips to see their brother, whom they had never met. I thought that this was a great idea and so the four of us went for together on our first monthly visit to see my son. We stopped to get my son at his mom's apartment and Betty stayed in the car with our youngest daughter while I took our oldest daughter to pick up my son. This daughter was, at the time, a very cute 2-year-old with blond hair straight down her back. When I knocked on the door Debbie opened and looked at my daughter like she was some monster. Debbie's face contorted and she basically freaked out, calling my daughter all sorts of profanities until my daughter started to cry. I said, "Fuck you Debbie, just give me my son, and we'll be on our way." Debbie wagged her head "no" saying, "I wasn't told of any of this and my son isn't going!", although I could see him standing behind his mother and seeming anxious to go. My daughter kept crying as we argued and soon Betty was standing there too having heard the crying.

Debbie then said, "Wow, that red hair on your bitch (Betty had dyed her hair red for some reason) makes her look like the slut that I'm sure that she is!'. Betty, without missing a breath replied, "Ray you never told me that your first wife was a cow!". Trying to interject calm into things that seemed like they were going to soon escalate, I said, "Debbie, we just drove here from New Jersey and all we want is to see my son. According to the court, this is my weekend to see him". Debbie, however, was having none of that. "As far as I'm concerned, you can take your three bitches and get out of here. That's what I say!"

As it was 10pm already, I said, "Look, we are all tired, the plan was to go to Best Western anyway, so why don't we do that and we'll let things simmer down and I'll come for my son alone, tomorrow." Debbie didn't say a thing, she just closed the door in our faces, although I could hear our son pleading with her on the other side of the door. I looked at Betty and she mouthed "Bitch" and we headed to the motel.

About 8am the next morning, the phone rang. It was Debbie. She said, "I've thought about it all night and despite you bringing your pack of bitches along with you unannounced, I think I have a solution to our problem. I know how much you like catfighting, and after seeing your red-haired tramp I would really like to take her apart. So, I've arranged for Mrs. Grayson (an elderly lady we both knew and trusted) to babysit all three kids while we iron out our differences. Would your bitch be up to it?" (Although Debbie was 2-0 in catfights against two sisters (Parts 1 & 2), she did not know that Betty had defeated a much tougher foe (Part 5). I said "I'll call you back in a minute".

I explained what Debbie had said to Betty and she didn't even hesitate saying, "That round cunt wants to fight me? It'll be like a grownup disciplining a child." I called Debbie back and gave her the news. From that instant on, I stayed super-hard the whole weekend! How could I lose? I would love to see Betty put Debbie in her place. If Debbie won, that would also probably mean that I would be fucking Debbie which I hadn't done for years.

After the kids were safely delivered to Mrs. Grayson, Betty and I headed to the apartment. Debbie opened the door, and even though she was a lot overweight, she was dressed only in a leather bra and panties set. I forgot how big Debbie's breasts were (at least 40-something and Double-D's). I could see out of the corner of my eye that Betty was stunned by this sight too. It seemed that the majority of Debbie's new weight was in her breasts. As a guy who favors big breasts above most anything else, this sight of Debbie's breasts is indelibly burnt into my memory.

"You thinking of running away bitch?" was how Debbie addressed Betty. Betty's answer was a wavering and unconvincing, "No". "Good", Debbie replied and grabbed Betty by the opening of her blouse and dragged her into the living room. "Now, are you going to strip down to your underwear, or am I going to have the pleasure of doing it for you?".

Just as in her first fight with Lt. Lively, Betty seemed to be in a fog and responded slowly. Eventually she also stripped down to bra and panties, even though they were common place underwear compared to Debbie's dominatrix outfit. All the time Betty was taking her clothes off, Debbie tapped her right foot impatiently on the floor. No rules were ever discussed. Both women just smashed into each other as soon as Betty was finished undressing.

Because of her superior height, 5'7" vs. 4'11", Betty started off putting Debbie in a headlock and tried to knee her massive tits. Almost immediately, Debbie's left tit was knocked from its cup. Seeing this, Debbie grabbed the front of Betty's bra and pulled down, exclaiming, "You call those tits?". (Betty had 36 C's.) Betty seemed a little stunned having her chest exposed and Debbie reached behind her back and undid her own bra letting it fall to the floor. "Now these are tits!"

As Betty came forward again, Debbie grabbed Betty's tits, one in each hand, and Betty did the same thing following Debbie's lead. However, Debbie's titflesh overflowed in Betty's hand while Debbie's grip squashed Betty's tits. Betty was losing badly and she fell to her knees gasping, leaving Debbie's tits to try to pry Debbie's hands from her own. Debbie taunted, "Your height advantage ain't gonna do you no good on your knees!".

Without letting go of Betty's tits, Debbie now kneed Betty again and again in the face and head. Debbie took Betty by the tits and laid her on the floor and sat astride Betty putting all her weight on Betty's stomach while never losing her grip on Betty's tits. Safely atop her perch, Debbie let go of Betty's tits and started punching Betty tits with upper cuts. It was then that it happened... With each uppercut, Debbie's fists started releasing droplets of milk from Betty's breasts (Betty was still breast feeding). Debbie's face lit up and the next thing that happened, despite Betty trying to hit Debbie on the top of the head, Debbie's mouth was all over Betty's nipples, trying to completely drain each of Betty's tits. Betty started to cry at this point. When each of Betty's tits where sufficiently drained, Debbie pinned Betty's arms under her legs and moved her cunt up Betty's body. "It's now time for somebody else to start sucking", said Debbie. With that, Debbie pulled her own panties aside and started riding Betty's nose, which was larger than most girls, with her snatch which was now way larger than any I had ever seen. Debbie looked to be in ecstasy as she rode her taller victim's nose. Betty's legs flailed for awhile and then went limp.

Before Betty was completely out of breath, Debbie dismounted and brought her up again to a kneeling position. Debbie said derisively, "Had enough or do you want Round 2?". Betty had had enough. She raised her hand in surrender. Debbie took Betty's hand and placed it on Debbie's left boob. "Make it feel real good!". I remembered then that Betty was bi-sexual and that she intended more for Betty. Betty tried to recoil but Debbie held Betty's hand on her boob and said, "Do what you're told, or we will have that second round!". Betty's hands massaged Debbie's huge titflesh until Debbie, who loved every minute of this, told her to move to the other boob. After she was satisfied with Betty's massage of her tits, Debbie took the back of Betty's head and moved it towards Debbie's nipples. Betty tried to turn her head but was met with a smack. For the next half hour, Debbie thrust her tits into Betty's lips commanding her to suck them. First one, and then the other, and then back again. While Betty was sucking Debbie's tits, Debbie was again milking dry Betty's hanging tits, like someone milking cow udders. With the end of this part of Debbie's humiliation of Betty, Debbie took Betty's whole head and stuck it face-first into her massive cleavage trying to smother Betty. Betty weakly fought for a time but eventually succumbed and again went limp. Betty, who is a nurse, checked her breathing and pulse. Then she said to me, "This is for you!".

At that point she removed Betty's panties and then her own. She hoisted a knocked-out Betty on her shoulder and spread Betty's legs in my direction so I got a good look. "This is your cunt", and then she fingered her own cunt and said, "and this is mine. Mine is the better cunt, just as my tits are miles better than your bitch's tits. I know that you are in love with tits but the only ones you are laying your hands on are these puny ones.", pointing to Betty's breasts. She then tossed Betty onto the couch and came up to me and fingered herself and said, "I can see that you are harder than a rock! My snatch, though, is not something you're ever going to get inside of again. Take a moment and relieve yourself in your bitch. Then take her out of here and go back to New Jersey with the little bitches. You can have 15 minutes with your son while you bring him back from Mrs. Grayson. Most of all, I want you to remember forever what I did to your cunt. If you ever want to see your son again, don't bring them along."

In the end, what Debbie said is pretty much what I did. I never did have sex with her as I thought I would if she won. It took Betty months to lose her depression over being beaten and humiliated so badly. My son never saw his sisters again.