Challenge V

I don't where it came from, how she got the energy or the intestinal fortitude, to borrow a phrase, but the next five minutes easy of the fight, was the Shanna show.

She pummeled Brittany around the room, punch after punch to the chest, body and head. Brittany was on the defensive, unable to stop the onslaught of my enraged Valkeryie. The fight moved away from us and all we could really see well was Shanna pinning Brittany in the corner and slamming her knee into what we presumed was her crotch. Brittany's body bucked and convulsed with each blow as she leaned heavily on Shanna for support. Shanna stepped back and grabbed Brittany by the hair, throwing her into the middle of the room. She moved towards her prey as her opponent struggled to get to her feet, leaving a trail of blood from her broken nose and battered face. Blood had caked Shanna's hair and was smeared on her breasts--I couldn't tell if it was hers or Brittany's. This fight was intense--I had never seen two people--forget two women--ever fight with such intensity.

Brittany had straightened up--still on all fours, but her legs were straight--by the time Shanna got to her and slammed the knee into her chest. The 'girlfriend's' entire body flipped violently up and backwards, Brittany tumbling over and crashing into the glass wall in front of us.

Shanna caught her breath, she was obviously gasping and still in tremendous pain. I looked at her, and realized even in her battered state, she was a sight to behold.

She sauntered towards Brittany as the determined fighter struggled to her feet. Brittany's sweaty back and ass left smudge marks on the glass as she leaned on it to support herself--she too was beautiful, even from behind. Shanna didn't get close this time, unloading kicks to Brittany's chest and midsection--picking her apart to the audible confirmation from Brittany with each contact. One of the kick's was a roundhouse that Shanna telegraphed. It connected with Brittany's right chest and nearly knocked her over in her weakened state, but because it was telegraphed, and because Brittany was such a talented fighter, the outcome was much different than what Shanna had hoped.

Despite nearly being knocked off of her feet, Brittany desperately caught Shanna's leg, holding her in a spread eagle. I was sure she was about to slam a shot into Shanna's exposed crotch, but instead she showed why she was a better fighter than I am. She slammed several punches and an elbow into Shanna's thigh and then pushed her away. Shanna screeched as she collapsed to the ground--a massive charley horse in her battered left leg.

Brittany was too weak to stay on her feet as well though, collapsing to her knees. The two women took to ground fighting, a mass of intertwined arms and legs, punching kicking, scratching and pulling hair.

As they rolled about it was impossible to tell who was in control. I could see Brittany work her powerful thigh between Shanna's weakened legs though, pumping her leg into Shanna's crotch several times--clearly getting a good response to that.

Several minutes went by, I saw Shanna reach over Brittany's ass, between her legs and claw her pussy, raking upwards as she lost her grip--that too had the desired effect. In the end of the ground fighting, Brittany ended up victorious, straddling Shanna as she lay on the ground, the two embattled catfighters still struggling with one another. Although in the submissive position, Shanna was still dangerous. The two continued to throw punches at one another but most of their attacks were focused on their opponents breasts. The fight became a hands-on titfight. Both women squeezed, clawed and dug into each others breasts. As if by some aggreement, they got to their feet. We all could tell that both fighters were spent as the leaned on each other's shoulders for support and only occasionally attacked in ways other than the breast torture.

They pulled and pushed as they stumbled about the room, cursing and squealing in pain. Their faces were a mask of torture.

Brittany roared, and suddenly drove Shanna back against the wall, crushing her tits flat. Saline-filled tit-flesh oozed from between her fingers as blood trickled from where her nails bit into Shanna's bosom. Shanna threw her head back and wailed. Brittany slammed her several times against the wall.

Shanna lost her grip on Brittany's tits momentarily and Brittany hissed, "You're done Shanna, give up..."

Shanna shook her head wildly and reattached her grip as she sobbed audibly, "ohhhh God, my tits...they're gonna burst..."

I was concerned. Robert leaned over to me, "This has happened before," he said, "If they burst, I will pay to have them fixed, win or lose..."

I was still concerned.

Shanna had reapplied her grip but was clealy in trouble, her tits were squeezed like overstuffed water balloons, Brittany was clearly in control and winning.

Shanna grunted and gritted her teeth, focusing her eyes and apparently turning up her own attack on Brittany as the fighter suddenly wailed herself. Her tits were slightly out of view from us for the moment, but her back and legs weren't and all of us noted that it seemed as if her legs just got a little wobbly.

The two stumbled into the middle of the room. Even though Brittany's tits were bigger, Shanna's hands must have been larger or she must have known a better way to grab tits, because she clearly had a better grip on Brittany's big melons. The two women struggled with one another's big breasts, trying to force a submission from their foe. Both women were caked with blood, sweat and make-up. Brittany, for what it was worth, forced Shanna to her knees.

The voice from behind me mumbled "Oh, she's fucked..." and I couldn't help but think the same. Shanna wailed, shaking her head, "No, no, no..."

The expression on Brittany's face was relief...but of course it turned to frustration as she realized Shanna would not quit.

And then that quickly--just as we thought the fight would go on forever, the fight was over. One of the two women had increased her attack--probably out of frustration or desperation and we watched the defeat occur. Her grip on her foe's breast achieved it's goal, the implant within her tit ruptured, sending shockwaves of severe pain through her embattled body as the tit lost it's perfect shape. The loser wailed as she collapsed to the ground, clutching her wounded breast. She rapidly gave, screaming "No more, please, no more."

Both women were on the ground when we went in the room to help them to their feet and give them needed medical attention. Neither moved very much. I helped my poor Shanna up as Robert got Brittany to her feet. "I'm sorry." Shanna said, "She was so strong and tough, look at me--she annhilated me."

I kissed the top of her forehead. "No need to apologize, Shanna, you fought bravely--better than anyone could have asked. And of course, more importantly...

...you won."

to be continued....

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ September 12, 2004 12:50 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>