Another fantastic tale! Mistress wins and beats the wife to death with her fists, right up my alley! What a way to start the weekend!
Cat
Part four can be found here!
WARNING: This is an extreme fantasy with absolutely no founding in reality. If extremish violence and/or fatal-finish combat disturb you then do not read further, seriously.
VS.
Sheri VS. Shyla
Wife and mistress faced off against one another. Chests heaving in unison as they glared death across the room.
Sheri was the first to break the stalemate, gripping the couch edge behind her and cautiously using it to raise to her feet. The blonde Shyla slowly standing in opposition.
Shyla charged without warning, dashing forward at a dead sprint as Sheri quickly backpedalled. The brunette didn't get far, being intercepted by the blonde just around the back of the couch.
Having been a split second from charging her blonde enemy, Sheri was on uneven footing as Shyla locked up with her. A fist to her injured ribs doubled her over, gasping from the pain.
Shyla grabbed a firm handful of brown hair, ripping the gasping Brunette up, she buried a punch into Sheri's large tits. Holding the sputtering brunette up by her hair, Shyla laughed as she drove her knee up into Sheri's midsection.
Two more blows lanced right in between Sheri's hanging breasts, gagging and limp, the brunette didn't even raise her arms as Shyla slowly stood her up straight. Two hands on her head, Sheri was brought crashing down into the blonde's knee face-first.
Launching her enemy over the back of the couch, Shyla grinned evilly as Sheri awkwardly rebounded off the couch cushions. Calmly walking around the sofa, the blonde pulled off her left glove and wound it once around her hand.
Sheri was just dazedly pushing herself off the ground when she squawked in pain as Shyla roughly knee dropped on to her back.
Swinging her stretched out glove in an arc, Shyla neatly looped it under Sheri's chin and pulled up. Riding the flailing brunette, Shyla giggled excitedly and hauled back harder.
Thrashing madly, Sheri tried elbowing the cackling blonde but could barely reach her. Face going purple and with the black silk glove crushing her throat she reached back and ineffectually slapped Shyla in the face.
Shyla laughed all the louder as Sheri weakly smacked her across the face. Grinding her bare pussy against Sheri's lace-covered back, the blonde worked her way to a victory orgasm.
Gripping the pin that held her veil in place, Sheri tore out her own hair yanking it free. Swinging wildly, she stabbed the sharp metal into Shyla's hand.
Shrieking with sudden agony, Shyla jumped to her feet and backed away. Gripping her suddenly bleeding hand, she stomped the floor and howled in anger.
Rolling on the floor, Sheri rubbed her injured throat as she tried to get her feet under her. Shakily, she got up while rounding on the furious blonde.
Shyla hurled herself forward, grabbing Sheri's dress just below the ruined bustline, the blonde threw herself at the floor. Twisting, she dragged Sheri back to the ground, throwing the brunette with a loud rip as the white lace dress finally gave up.
Sheri's dress tore apart as she tumbled disjointedly across the floor. Crying out in pain, she kicked blindly in Shyla's direction. A wet crunch and a groan from the previously shouting blonde was her reward.
Pulling the lace remnants away from her face, Sheri struggled to get back up. Frantically looking over at Shyla, the brunette untangled herself from her destroyed dress. The hated blonde was rolling on her back a few feet away, blood seeping through her fingers as she held both hands to her mouth.
Sheri's heel having bashed out two of her teeth, Shyla whimpered in pain as blood flowed freely from her cut hand and broken mouth. Feet rapidly slapping the floor in anguish, Shyla sprayed blood as she shouted, "Fuck!" into the air.
Chuckling under her breath, Sheri slowly crawled over to the wounded blonde, hitching up her white panties with one hand. Swinging a leg over Shyla's prostrate form, Sheri slammed her ass down on to the blonde's taut belly, snugging up her thighs under perfect breasts.
When Shyla tried to slap at her enemy, the brunette merely knocked the limp hand away. A devastating backhand across the blonde's mouth sprayed blood in a line across the carpet, a follow-up straight punch drove Shyla's beaten face into the ground.
Squeezing Shyla's ribcage with her legs, Sheri unloaded all her energy into a outburst of downward punches, beating the once pretty face into a bloody mess. Panting with exertion, she fell forward, a wet slap as her heavy breasts landed on the shallowly breathing blonde's face.
Slowly pushing herself back up, Sheri managed to raise to her knees. Planting one knee between Shyla's tits, she struck a pose, hands on hips, looking back over her shoulder as seductively as she could manage while beaten and weary.
After quickly taking a photo of his wife, proudly hovering over her brutal win, Milo raced forward to reward her. While he'd never admit it, he was surprised that Sheri had beaten Shyla. His blonde mistress was a far more accomplished killer than Sheri, having killed at least nine women that he knew of (and claimed to have finished off many others).
Gripping Shyla by the throat, Sheri gleefully watched the barely conscious blonde struggle for breath as Milo gently undid panty ties on her hips. Cocking her fist back Sheri waited, wild eyed, as Milo guided his cock towards her excited cunt.
With the first thrust, Milo drove his entire shaft into Sheri's pussy. With a orgasmic scream, the brunette buried her fist between Shyla's half-open eyes.
With each fresh thrust, Sheri cummed hard, and punched harder. Her fist splattered with fresh blood, Sheri creamed all over Shyla's chest as she beat the blonde to death.
Crying from strain, Sheri gripped the blonde's throat with both hands as Milo lifted her by the hips. Still pumping her hard as he could as all of his wife's weight was placed on her choking hands.
Jointly cumming with a final yell, husband and wife fell to the side. Shyla lay still beside them, her throat crushed and her face a ruined and unrecognisable mess, haloed with blood. Sheri lifted up to one elbow and surveyed her handiwork, "He's mine, Whore." was all she said before collapsing into unconsciousness.
Last edited by mcgoll; February 4th, 2017 at 02:48 PM.
Another fantastic tale! Mistress wins and beats the wife to death with her fists, right up my alley! What a way to start the weekend!
Cat
Uhm, the wife beat the mistress in this one.Originally Posted by Catwacher
Oooops meant the other way around of course. Thanks for the correction.
Another great story. While I know these are a lot of work to do, I love these multi part stories where you flesh out the women before they get into a final fight. Just like the Best 2 out of 3 series.
Indeed, the multi-part stories are some of my favourites to write. Although they do take the most time and I'm more likely to lose interest in them because of it. Additionally it can be difficult to write the same fighters over an over again, especially as each one is willing to kill her opponents under most circumstances.
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