Sandy Kahn
Washington DC 1995

Miss Washington DC Sandy Kahn, she was not fun in any way shape or form. I had never been in Washington DC, those who have, or who live there, or who visit like I did, it?s an eye opener. I took the tour, seen the museum, ?Night at the Museum,? does not do justice to what they call the mall area or to see the DC museum of Natural History, and I sat in Lincoln?s lap, which Brings us to Sandy Kahn, who at the time was trolling for matches on the tour of the White House. (Little did I know, I was the one being stalked!)

I got to see the oval office, - nice room, well, I actually seen private areas mostly, the guy giving the tour wanted to get in my pants, until Rachel kissed me and held me like we were about to have sex, then he was not so interested, then he started to hit on mom, - I thought to myself, ?She will break you in half.? He must have been a tit man; anyway, we finished the tour and took a break in the big lunch room, and I saw one woman who had been following us the whole time.

She had reddish brown hair with black dye marks and blond highlights, long and drawn back in a ponytail. She was dressed in the finest SLUT attire, YES, she was dressed like a slut, she was a walking billboard for porno 900 numbers, she looked like Middle Eastern trailer park whore meets Muscle and fitness Slut, I could not tell if she was a prostitute or if she was what my little voice was telling me, she was a catfighter!

I must have been staring, I wish I had not because Rachel and Mom both turned around to look and see what I was looking at, which made it that much WORSE, one of the ?Oh My God,? moments back when I could be easily embarrassed. The woman promptly flipped me the bird and came over with a full 32oz cup of Coke and threw it in my chest, followed by, ?Take a picture, - it lasts longer, cunt,? and she mashed the foam cup on my hair, Security came and detained her, now I was cold, wet, and sticky and smelled like Coke! On a hot summer day with bees out, you hate that, I had no choice, I had to go back to the hotel to wash and change clothes.

I knew I had seen the woman before, my mind was saying I knew her, but from where? We were watching some old Catfight video from a few of our old ?paying? tournaments and I was flipping through the fight packet, which was why we were in DC.

On the very last page, a small picture of Sandy on a nude beach, with her fist up in a fighting pose; I told mom and Rachel, - sure enough, the stalker we had had for 2 days now was Sandy. Hell, we didn't think she would hunt us out, I mean, why would you? You?re going to fight her and on a day with an audience, - I mean, why would she do something to get in trouble? DC police are royal Pricks if you piss them off, why draw attention to yourself if you don't have to?

Next day, August 21st, I remember the date because it was the first time I got a huge amount of money for a fight, moreover, I got a huge amount of money for being a true Amazon and defeating Sandy in that way. Because of this fight, word travelled fast about Moms fighting group and two Amazon daughters.

Before now, we were a fantasy story that fight geeks stroked off to in their bedroom or the rest room stalls with the doors shut. Rumours of us had been Myth and big dicks wishful thinking, - Not today; we walked into the lounge / bar / extremely rich mans private club.

I seen just about 20 senators and congress men from different states and Indiana's reps where here, too, they can say what they like and defend them selves, but they paid to see it happen and they cannot deny it, they wanted a Amazon death match and I gave them what they paid for, and no, - Sandy was not some press and pin Barbie she fought back.

They had us in a blow up inflatable ring that was like a bounce house floor with out tops or sides. We stripped nude. Sandy was 5' 9" tall with huge expensive tits; she weighed about 160 lbs. She flexed her muscles and showed off, I stood on my side and warmed up, Rachel rubbed me up and down and worked my breasts to loosen up. I was around 6' tall with a healthy set of 44 FFF cup breasts, I was heavily muscled and cut and tone, like Sandy. She had a 6-pack abs, I had an 8-pack.

I stepped on the base of what looked like an inflatable wrestling ring, it was one of those expensive types that are used for nude oil wrestling, which they wanted us to coat ourselves in because they didn't want us sticking to the triple strength vinyl ring they bought for fights, which, BTW was day glow red with purple and blue lights whirling overhead with a glitter ball.

So for the third time in my life, I coated myself in a light mist of spray on oil, the type that you can eat. Sandy took a dildo and sprayed it with the oil and ran it up inside her pussy, rapidly fucking herself til she orgasmed, then she flung the vaginal cum at me.

At that point, the fight was on, I was pissed off, Rachel grabbed my shoulder and said, "Just clam down and fight her, then once they cum you can fight her our way,? I said, ?Ok.? Sandy shouted to the room, ?Are you scared little girl? - Are you scared that this savage DC cunt is going to tear your tiny pussy out of your body and rip off those tits of yours?? She cupped her bigger 48 H cups and said, ?Bitch, - I will destroy you so completely your two cunts over there will not know you!? She flexed her muscles.

Rows of men played with their cocks as I locked up with this mouthy bitch; first thing, - I hate, I HATE OIL! Any type, even if you?re playing in it, I hate oil. It?s not fair to fight in because you can't grip the person right. Oil should be used where it should be used in cars or to cook with or to help machines, not to wrestle in or catfight in.

So the bitch grabs me and slides, so she kicks at me, mostly because neither of us can purchase a good grab on each other. In my life, my nails, other than in chemo, have always been HARD and SHARP, two operative words that mean a lot in a fight, this is why you get traction and do lots of damage, the third thing I hate is bouncy floors under you, they give with every step.

As I said, I hate oil; Sandy was treating a death match as a game, she acted like I was going to be the loser of this fight, so she was busy disrespecting me, she kicked her right foot up between my legs and caught me in the crotch toes first, but it didn't hurt as bad as I was planning on as I braced for the impact.

OH, you all forgot didn't you? You see at this point in my life me and Rachel in our fights we left ourselves open, no it was not because we didn't or couldn?t, both me and Rachel were stamina fighters, that?s why we would train to fight matches that lasted up to 5 hours and why we worked our bodies into heavy muscle, - our muscle was our body armour, no one else was doing this back then, which made us unique!

Sandy kicked her right foot up and gave me a small ineffective tap on my pussy lips which made a hollow >> POP << sound which everyone got off on, but because she slid on her ass and fell down, her kick lost all its power. She turned and tried to get on her knees and hands, I dove on her back mashing us to the bouncy floor. Like I said, they set up for an oil match and paid for and made a point of requesting a death match, as in one of us finishes the other woman.

So, I was on her back and tackled her down, she yelped in pain as I started to hammer elbow smashes into her back shoulders and back of her head. I hit her several times, each time her face bounced off the rubber-inflated floor with no hurt, other than my hits.

She rammed my side with a few of her pointed elbows, which hurt like hell, after about the 6th or 8th one; I rolled off and to my knees and feet. She held the back of her head and rubbed her neck and called me everything but a Sioux Indian; I was a nigger, spic kick ass doggie, motherfucker, - in that order.

Needless to say, in light of the fact I just opened her eyes, the rest of the room was dumb to the fact that this was not going to be a one sided catfight, like they were led to be believe.

I was more than powerful, Sandy realized she was not going to steam roll me like so many teenage girls with big tits; she realized she was in for a fight, even while her supporters, which were a few congressmen from GA, FL, AL and TN and more than a few senators from IN, TX, NY, OH, OK, so yeah, lots of money on her side of the ring.

No, I didn't think that cops would show up, this was a private rich boys club of people who believe themselves to be above the law, I knew I could kill 10 women here and provided they got to jack off to the sight, they would be happy, I just hoped they would pay what they owed me after the fight was done.

So, in our bouncy wrestling ring, my skin was soaking in the oil quickly and I was sweating because the room was warm and stuffy, I wanted air. Sandy came at me more determined this time, and started her boxer-izes aerobics routine I.E Tae-Bo exercise, - got to love Billy Blanks exercise, I know, because I had all of his tapes and work out routines at the time.

She was using his $175 dollar self defence workout routine that I knew all the counters to, it starts like this, - Sandy: Right cross, right cross, left, right, left cross, left knee, right knee, left, left, cross, right knee, right cross, - to which I responded with Kempo: strike, strike, strike, in rapid succession to her face, hitting her mouth and nose as her fist hit my face neck and tits her knee caught me in the left ass cheek as I kneed her pussy, lifting her off the floor, to which her lefts hit my tits and abs, which from the start of the fight, I tightened up my body, clinching my muscles.

As she returned to her standing position, she gasped for air, hitting me in the back of my shoulder and ribs, I spun around to my right and came back around with a right elbow to her right jaw, she fell down spread eagle, tits spread out from under her to her sides.

I jumped in the air and came down knees first into both tits, my legs straddling her back; she screamed in pain as I slid down her oiled back and reached forward I grabbed her breasts by the nipples with my nails digging in and yanked her tits back to me, spreading them wide.

My nails dug in deep as I grabbed on and pulled she screamed in bloody agony as I tried to rip her open. She screamed for a time out, I let her go and she scrambled to her side of the bouncy pit as I sat down on my side.

So as we took our 3-minute break, one of her clients decided that was the perfect time to fuck her between the breasts, that was until he saw blood; her breasts were bleeding and he didn't want to fuck her while she was bloody. My thoughts at the time were, ?If he thinks that a few nail cuts on her tits are bad, he has not foreseen what?s going to happen to her in this next phase of the fight.?

They rang the little bell they had and I stood up. Sandy had a goose egg size lump on the side of her face from my elbow, because I was not pulling my punches. She came at me with a punch and moved inside her reach and came up with an elbow in her mouth; I saw teeth fly as I head butted her, blood sprayed out as I cut her eye brow with the hit and forced her to the floor.

She kicked and kneed me away, trying to get distance between me and her, but they oiled her up again, so she got no where. ME, on the other hand, I passed on the oil, but decided to use my nails to sink in to her. I grabbed her tits and drug her back to me as she punched me in the face several times, bloodied my nose and mouth as I savagely hit her in the face also several times busting her nose and mouth and lips bloody, her nose had several cuts across it.

She started to punch me hard, aiming for my throat, to which, I struck her first with an open hand chop! She coughed and grabbed her throat, as she dropped to her knees I rammed my knee in her face, everyone heard >>> CRACK <<<, my knee shattered her jaw and spread her nose over her face.

She dropped on the floor and I saw a wave of white streams shoot high with men moaning and groaning and shuddering in their seats. I dropped down over her shoulder in a breasts tearing hold and started to work on her left breast as she weakly fought me back, beating on my right ass cheek and scratching my tits bloody.

As I sunk my nails in her undersides of her breasts and yanked up with my strength she screamed in agony as she grabbed my right breast and bit into me like an apple. Blood ran down my tit as she tried to tear a flap of breast out of my tit I finished her tit with a ripping yank.

Blood sprayed from her chest as the implant fell out on the floor, sliding across the ring to her clients. I tossed her ripped off breast into the group of men, who like idiots, picked it up and played with it because they didn't realize it was real.

One of them stuck his cock in it and started to fuck it until it dawned on him it was in fact her real breast. As I started on the other one, she peed herself and cried out in agony, I orgasmed over her left shoulder as it ran down her bloody chest burning on raw nerve ends.

I tore her other tit free with the same effect, her honeydew sized implant fell out and I tossed it to the same group of men, who now moved out of the way as the breast hit the floor, she screamed in agony.

As she crawled on the inflatable wrestling ring floor I dropped on her back and forced my hand in her vagina, as she screamed in agony a few men chanted, then all of them chanted, ?Kill her, kill her, kill her,? some of them, I am guessing, thought it was a fake game.

As I stepped down on her throat and yanked up on her uterus and tore it out of her, the chants stopped, I dropped her sex on her face and walked to my side of the ring and sat down.

More than a few of the men in the crowd got panicked, a few made phone calls as they pulled up their pants, the people who had asked for me, paid mom for my fight. Well, they wanted a death match, they got it, some of them didn't want it after they seen it, others still acted like it didn't phase them and a few of them wanted more as in, ?I have an ex-wife I want you to kill,? or, ?Can I have your number, I have women for you to fight??

I washed up and avoided the guys wishing to BLESS me with their ?gratitude? of sperm on my tits, - those were the 4 Catholic priests who wanted to do that to forgive me of my sin, they wanted to anoint me with their ?holy? sperm on my tits.

Everyone paid up, total bets were $1.5 Mill, winnings to me, which helped pay off all our bills and put feed and supplies back in the barns and house and food for us and some money in the bank; I know it sounds like a lot, but it?s not, the money pays bills and late fees and loans.

Sara
Piers Knight.


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