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Yikes!

How could I have forgotten spanking in my Top 20 humiliations -- a good old fashioned arse whipping?

What could be more humiliating than being stripped naked and beaten? Answer: Being subjected to a bare-butt spanking by the fully clothed winner!

How could I have forgotten that? It is one of my favorite forms of punishment for a woman to heap on the prior miseries of her defeated foe.

Thanks Helen for reminding me:

I'll make No. 20a spanking with a bare hand on bare ass for CFNF fight humiliations:

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And No. 20b spanking with a paddle, belt, shoe, etc. for CFNF wrestling/fighting humiliations:

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And, just outside the Top 20 CFNF wrestling/fighting humiliations -- but still a lot of fun -- winner forces loser to stand in a corner after a bare-ass spanking!

WOW - a lot of fine material there - bit overwhlemed - but the killer is the invite frinds over pic ... three fully clothed women ... laughing ... chatting ... while beaten loser sits at the same table ... gagged and naked

Excellent stuff, especially loved the fully dressed girls laughing .. socializing ... drinking (margaritas?) around table .. witht he naked gagged beatne loser sitting there

well, most of my humiliation stories are topless but could do some rewriting? THis one's very nasty but some might enjoy?

Carter city, Georgia was not ready for Rita Stone. The quiet
mill town on the Georgia coast was old fashioned, extremely so-in a
benign, neighborly sort of way. By ready or not, Rita Stone had just
purchased the mill, the city's life blood. And she was coming down from New York City on the 5:07.

When Rita Stone stepped off that train, every man in the station lost a breath. Tall - six feet tall. sleek-model slim, but with a thirty six inch bust. Mounds of lush, dark hair. High cheeks, perfect red lips, face impassive, eyes hidden behind a pair of raybans. Her tailored jacket - Saks Fifth Ave, six hundred dollars. Black mini skirt - Bloomingdales, one hundred dollars. Pure silk seamed stockings on mile high legs. Black spike heeled pumps by Gucci.

"C-carry your b-bags, ma'am," stammered Arnold Twilling, the porter.
"Why thank you, handsome." The tall brunette flashed a million dollar
smile. Arnold made short work of the ten heavy suitcases.
"You're a dear." said Rita Stone, comfortably settling in to the back
seat of a limo. No tip. Arnold didn't mind one bit!

"What a chump." thought Rita as the porter disappeared from
view of the accelerating car. "But then," she mused, "With this
body...and this face...what man in his right mind could resist."

For a while, success had eluded Rita Stone. "Too busty for a
model," they told her. And she was no actress, except for that bit part in "Caged Amazons Of Venus." At first, the centerfold work had been good, but you're washed up at twenty two in that racket! Reluctantly at first, she'd done some "hard-core," then some bondage, and Rita Stone learned something very simple yet very amazing - Sex sells! Before long, she had a "Sugar Daddy." She married him. The old bastard died in one year, leaving her plenty! She found another. This one lasted two years! At twenty eight, Rita Stone was a millionaire! She found she had an undiscovered talent for business. "Invest wisely and never pay cash when you can pay in 'trade'."

Using her looks like a credit card she smiled, posed and (when
necessary) fucked her way to a fortune. It was while screwing some old geezer that she'd learned of Acme Conglomerate's plans to relocate their corporate headquarters to Carter City, Georgia. Now she planned to "buy" Carter city herself...and let Acme pay her through the nose!

"Uhhh...the bill is fifteen hundred dollars, Miz Stone." Harold
Johnson, plumber, was sweating profusely. Now putting in a new Jacuzzi is hard work. But seeing Rita Stone in that sheer, black negligee, standing in the bathroom door, may have had a little to do with it!

"Harold...I'm a little short of cash," purred Rita. "Maybe we could
settle up another way."

Rita Stone checked the seams of her stockings in the mirror.
"Filthy gas station bathrooms." she complained under her breath.
Inhaling, she strode out to where Leroy Hankins, the mechanic, laid
limply on the cot. "The Porsche looks great, Baby. Did you say there'd be...no charge on that?"

"I'm sure sorry, Miz Stone, I didn't know it wuz your car! Ah'll jest
tear this here ticket up!"

"Why thank you, Officer Daniels...Otis. I'll just have to make this up to you...somehow, Hmmm?"

"It's disgusting is what it is." declared Linda Lou Hankins.
"Why she's got every married man in this here town at her beck and
call." The think dishwater blonde raised her voice to be heard over the noise of the hairdryer. The other women in the beauty parlor expressed similar angry sentiments. "Big Madge" Johnson, the plumber's wife, listened impatiently to the disgruntled wives and girlfriends.

"How can you compete with her." whined Missy Daniels. "I mean...she
looks like a damned movie star!" Missy Daniels was nothing to sneeze at herself - Carter city high homecoming Queen for 1985; the honey haired blonde was used to turning heads herself! But she was no Rita Stone!

"If y'all are finished whinin', ah kin tell y'all how to handle
Miz "High and Mighty!" Big Madge quickly had everyone's attention - her reputation was of a lady you did not ignore...not if you were still fond of your teeth!

"Cain't blame the men folk, they jest thinking with their dicks, as
usual. No, ladies, this tall drink of water from New York City is the
real problem. Woman like that needs to be run clean outta town."
"That's the truth." declared Linda Lou Hankins. The numerous other
women nodded their assent.

"Yeah." complained Missy Daniels, "But how?" Ah mean, she's got all
that money and stuff and..."

"Missy, will you kindly shut up!" Big Madge growled. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she motioned the women into a circle. "Now here's muh plan, we jest..."

Sexy Rita Stone strode into the beauty parlor for her regular
appointment like she owned the place. In fact, she was thinking of
buying it. Chin high, she didn't even acknowledge the local women.
Arrogant is the only word that really fit. She took no notice of those waiting (or their barely concealed hatred) and proceeded to take a seat out of turn. "Light trim, and a pedicure!" Rita sounded annoyed. To her, these women were servants... or they were irrelevant.

"Hello Miz Stone." This was not the beautician! Rita glared
contemptuously at the heavy older woman. Big Madge Johnson smiled and
folded her arms menacingly. Unaware of her peril, Rita Stone stared
icily.

"Excuse me." the beautiful brunette retorted angrily. "Do I know you?"

"Ah'm Hank Johnson's wife, Madge. Big Madge to muh friends."

"Hank Johnson?" said Rita. "Oh yes, the plumber. Very nice gentleman. Er, well, nice to have met you, Mrs. Big Madge. If you'll excuse me, I have an appointment."

Rita called to the harried beautician (who knew what was
coming), "Trim and a pedicure, please!" In spite of herself, Rita found the big woman's presence unsettling. "Well, Rita assured herself, "this cow can hardly do anything to me here...in a public place!"

"Miz Stone, ah been checkin muh husband's books, and it appears
he forgot to bill you for some work he done." Madge's voice was even
and unemotional. Rita's temper flashed.

"Excuse me, but your husband and I have resolved that matter! Now
you're beginning to annoy me, Mrs. Johnson. Damn, what does it take to get some service around here? Miss...Miss, I have been waiting for a trim and a pedicure!"

"Listen here you little tramp, cause Ah'm only gonna say this once. You stay the Hell away from muh husband or you'll be one sorry little gal!"

Rita laughed - laughed in the big woman's face!

"You?" You are going to threaten me? Why I practically own this town
and everything in it! And if you're not careful, your fat ass will be
out of my town real soon! God Damn it! Hey you dumb b*tch! Yes, you. Trim and a pedicure...right now!"

In an instant, it seemed like a hundred strong female hands seized Rita Stone. But, they weren't hurting her. It felt like...they
were undressing her! Click! Her hands had been handcuffed behind her
back! Now they were looping rope around her arms. What was happening? Were those stocks...like from a dungeon? The tall gorgeous brunette struggled fussily as she was forced to the floor. First one, then the other ankle was placed in the menacing stocks. The top was pushed down. A lock snapped. The assembled wives stepped back to admire their work. Rita Stone tossed her lush dark mane of hair as she struggled against her bonds. Her anger turned to rage!

"You're all crazy! You know that, don't you? This is illegal! I
certainly hope you're enjoying this little prank because every one of
you is going to prison for it. You fat sows, how dare you even touch
me!"

The confidence of the town women was unshaken by the young
beauty's threats.

"Lady says she needs a trim and a ped-ee-cure!" declared Big Madge.
"Whut's that?" asked a puzzled Missy Daniels. Big Madge explained:
"Well, that's when they gussy up a gal's feet, makin em all smooth and
purty."

Linda Lou Hankins crouched down and stared intently at the bare
feet helplessly protruding from the stocks. Embarrassment joined anger; Rita Stone was self conscious about another woman peering at her bare feet. The were big; even for a six foot woman. Part of the reason Rita pampered them so was so they could stand being cooped up in a pair of high heels all day. The skin was butter soft; not even a trace of callous. When she flexed them, the soles formed hundreds of delicate nooks and creases. Her toes were long and tapered elegantly. The nails were painted a sassy shade of red.

"Golly, Miz Stone, Y'all sure have some big feet! Reckon we oughta call you "Olive Oyl", like the carton lady with the big feet."

Rita glared; the indignity of having her bare feet "studied" by this
cretin! As Rita seethed, Missy Daniels knelt down. A puzzled look
formed on the honey haired beauty's face.

"Gee, Madge, Miz Stone don't look like she needs no ped-ee-cure. Why
her foot looks all soft and silky; like a baby's behind!" Then, without warning, Missy placed her index finger on the captive brunette's left heel. The fingernail sunk slightly into the tender flesh. Rita's eyes flashed to see what the dumb blonde was doing! Suddenly, Missy drew the fingernail from heel to toes in a single brisk motion.

"...And while you rot in jail, I'm going to personally see to it that
your families are evicted from...Oh, oh dear...OOOOOHHHHH...(Ahem)
D-d-don't do that."

The gorgeous model looked uncertainly at the small town beauty.
Although it had only been stroked once, her left foot flexed
uncomfortably for several seconds, as though trying to rid itself of an unwelcome sensation.

"Don't do what, Miz Stone?" asked Missy stupidly. "All I did was touch your foot...like this!" Missy again drew her index finger up and down the now wriggling sole.

"OOOOHHHHH!" squealed Rita, shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
"That! Don't do that!"

Big Madge pressed Linda Lou and Missy aside and leaned down.
Her big ugly face was only inches away from Rita Stone's pretty profile.

"Why Miz Stone." the big woman grinned menacingly. "Don't tell me your ticklish? A big sophisticated city lady like you? Ticklish?"

Rita Stone's glamorous face went ghostly white. The full extent
of her plight hit her like a ton of bricks. She was bound, helpless.
At the mercy of a group of women whose husbands she's been screwing.
And she was barefoot...Barefoot! She looked in desperation; a few feet away were her imported Italian high heels, worth hundreds! But they were useless to her. Involuntarily, her naked toes wriggled and
squirmed, drawing unwanted attention.

"N-no..." Rita tried in vain to sound confident. Her mouth was very
dry. "I-I-I-I'm not...not, um...(gulp) not ticklish...not at all. L-listen, I'm...I'm sorry for the things I said. J-Just let me go and I'll forget the whole thing...Okay?"

Rita Stone was ticklish. Extremely ticklish! The soles of her
feet were EXQUISITELY ticklish! And she was about to be tickled. By
women who hated her! Who could do whatever they pleased to her
defenseless bare feet!

"Olive Oyl's not ticklish?" snarled Linda Lou, incredulously.
"We'll jest see about that!"

The skinny blonde twirled her finger menacingly as she circled
it slowly toward the helpless feet.

"P-Please. W-we can work something out...I-I can pay you...I-I can...Oh no ...No Please... I-I-I ...AH HA HA HA HA...NO ...TEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ... STO-HA-HA-HOP ...OH, OH GOD...oh.. oh..." Thank you. Thank you for stopping. I-I've learned my lesson. Let me go and I won't give you any more trouble!"

"Why Rita, uh...may I call you Rita?" Big Madge mocked the captive
brunette beauty. "You are too ticklish. Real ticklish! Now Linda Lou, you stop tickling Miz Rita right now..Y'all gotta wait your turn jest like everybody else!" Rita looked at Big Madge with horror.

"Wait your turn?!? Rita repeated the phrase in disbelief.
"Oh no... y-y-y-you c-can't be serious... y-you can't! I-I mean...you
wouldn't! OH NO! It...It's true! You're going to take turns...Tickling me! You're going to take turns tickling my feet...on the soles of my bare feet!

Big Madge reached out, gingerly for such a brutish woman. Very
firmly, she took hold of the big toe of Rita's right foot. She tugged
it gently, and recited.

"Thi-i-i-is little piggy went to market...."

"Oh God, No! Please Mrs. Johnson..."

"...and this little piggy stayed home!"

"...Madge, th-this is ridiculous..."

"This little piggy had roast beef..."

"...we're both grown women, this is not way to settle our
disagreement..."

"...and this little piggy had none!"

"...Madge! Please! This is...it's humiliating and..."

"...and TTTHHHHHIIISSSSS little piggy..."

Rita Stone stared into the big woman's eyes, pleading. Her own eyes
were brimming with tears. Her lip trembled in anticipation.

"Don't." she whispered.

"...is TICKLISH!" Big Madge shouted joyously, digging her fat fingers
into Rita's vulnerable sole. "Yeee-Hah ...A KITCHY KITCHY KOO-OO ... AH GOTCHA, RITA. AH GOTCHA GOOD ... HOW YEW LIKE IT SUGARFOOT ...A TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!"

"AAAAAHHHH HA HA HA HA ....HEEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE ...N-NO NO NO
NO NO ...AHA HA HA HA ....PLEEEASE ...AH HA HA HA ....NOOOOOOO ....IT
T-TICKLES ....HA HA.... IT TICKLES .... IT TICKLES!"

The other women cheered their approval as Rita approached hysteria. For her part, Madge Johnson was loving every minute. The tall haughty beauty who was trying to steal both her husband and her
hometown was in tickling agony. With an almost surgical precision, Big Madge explored the helplessly exposed soles. Each second uncovered new areas of exquisitely sensitive flesh. Nerve rich areas to stimulate and torture. Rita Stone's composure and dignity were dissolving like ice on a hot Georgia afternoon, due to the merciless tickling of her soft vulnerable soles.

"HA HA HA HA HA...NOOOO....TEE HEE HEE HEE... P-P-PLEASE! ST-AH-HA HA HA-OP! I-I CAN'T STAND IT... AH AHA HA HA...NO MORE... HEHEHEEE... NOT ON THE FEEEEEET! NOT ON MY FEE-HEE-HEEEET! OH GOD! NO
MORE! HAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HA ANYTHING! ANYTHING BUT TICKLING!...
AAAAAIIIIEEEEYA AHA AHA HA HA....MY BARE FEET... HA HA HA HA HAAAAII
WWAHHHSHS HAHA HA... NO ... NO.. NOT BETWEEN MY TOES... NO! NO! NO!
YAAAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...DON'T TICKLE MY
T-T-T-TOOOOOOOEEEEEEESSSSS A AHA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!"

Rita Stone was unpersuasive! Madge Johnson dug her fat fingers
into the fleshy pad just under the brunette beauty's long elegant
toes...and began to wriggle them vigorously! Peals of helpless laughter erupted from the bound woman's throat at this latest assault.

"Quit hoggin all the fun, Madge!" complained Linda Lou Hankins. "We
all want a turn at the big sl*t!"

"Dammit, Linda Lou, me and Rita here's jest gittin acquainted, ain't
that so Rita? Looky here how she loves it when I draw these lil circles on her big toes! Say how much y'all love it Miz Stone. Ah wanna hear you say it; say "Ah love it, big Madge! Ah love the way you tickle me! Say it b*tch, or I'll tickle you to death!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHAA HA HA HA HAAAAA....EEEEEEIIIIIIEEEE HEEEE HEEEE
HEEE AHA HA HA HA HA HA-A-A-ALRIGHT...I-I-I-I LOVE IT...I LOVE IT...HA
HA HA...W-WHEN YOU T-T-TICKLE MEE HE HEEEE .. ONLY PLEASE...STOP IT...I CAN'T STAND IT ANY MORE...I-I'M LOSING MY MIND...AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA AAAIIIEEEE I BEG YOU... NO MORE TICKLING! NO MORE TICKLING!"

Finally, big Madge Johnson stopped tickling Rita Stone...and
Linda Lou Hankins started! Followed by Missy Daniels, and Barbara Sue
Babcock, and Charlotta Smith, and...! One hour later, the assembled
ladies of Carter city, Georgia were chatting happily in the old beauty
parlor. It was very clear that a certain glamour girl from New York
would no longer be a problem!

Once gorgeous and sophisticated, Rita Stone looked like Hell!
Her pretty face was slumped toward her swollen tits. Her breath cam in gasps. Long mascara tears rolled freely down her haggard face. Her big bare feet were still thrust helplessly through the restraining stocks. They flexed defenselessly in a steady rhythm. The tender soles, once creamy white, were tinged a bright pink! For over an hour, Rita Stone's soft, sexy hyper ticklish feet had been the subject of constant, merciless attention. Fingers, feathers, tongues, hairbrushes; each in turn had drawn streams of helpless laughter from the beautiful captive ... and her head gleamed like a cue ball!

"Light Trim and a pedicure!" The ladies had shouted in delight when big Madge produced the shears. Missy had jealously grabbed a hank of Rita's lush dark hair, roughly pulling the brunette beauty's head back. Big Madge positioned the clippers at the edge of the beauty's hair line.

"Y-Y-YOU CAN'T (gasp)..." the divorcee was exhausted from her endless
tickle torture. "I-I-I MEANYOU WOULDN'T!" The clippers buzzed on. They hummed ominously at the edge of the
hairline. "Don't!" Shouted Rita Hoarsely. And the clippers cut a hairless swath to the base of Rita's skull. Over and over the clippers hummed. Rita Stone watched in shock as more and more of her lush mane piled on the floor. She began to cry.

"Cain't have y'all cryin, Miz Rita!" Sneered Missy. "Y'all gonna love it when we're finished!" The cruel blonde selected a feather.
"Cheer up wh*r* KOOTCHY KOOTCHY KOOOOO!"

The sensory overload was too much for the tortured beauty. A
straight razor was putting the final touches on her head, as the lather was sc****d away, it revealed only naked skin. Bald. they were shaving her completely bald! And she was laughing about it because that little b*tch was tickling her bare feet again!

"...Boo hoo hoo..L-look w-what you're doing to me...M-M-M-MY
HAIR...my poor hair...It's ...I-I'm BALD! You've shaved my head
completely bald...(sob)..what am I going to do now...I'M
BALD..wh-what?..oh no, not your fingernails...not again...you sharpened them on purpose. No! Stay away with those! Please don't tickle my feet again! Not there! Not like that! Not with those nails! NooooooAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAYYYYAA WAH WHS HAA HA HA HA HA HEEEE HEEE HEEE HEEE AHA H HA A A HA HA HAAAAIIIIEEEE...PLEASE! STOP! I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE! I'M GOING CRAZY! I'M LOSING MY MIND!!....THE TICKLING! NO MORE NO MORE EEEEEE HE HEEE HEEE HEEA AHA LAHA HA HA HA HA YYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Linda Lou Hankins produced a cheap camera and began snapping
pictures of the hysterical Rita. Other women posed with the bound
beauty, mockingly massaging her hairless head. there was no need to ask Rita to smile for the camera; the entire time, Missy Daniels was busy with her long cruel nails, tickling the bare soles of Rita's
feet...mercilessly!

"Hmmm, wonder if my husband would find you attractive now, baldy!"

"Keep it up Missy. This wh*r*'s got it comin! Do under her toes!
Yeah, like that! It drives the little sl*t crazy!"

"Gee Miz Stone, Ah'd probably be cryin if I wuz shaved bald. Y'all sure are a good sport, laughin about it and all!"

"Y'all mind if I just rub your head for luck, Miss Tickle Toes?"

A totally humiliated Rita Stone was marched through the streets of
Carter city - still bound, still naked, still bald! The crowd of
vengeful women followed; jeering the rich woman's every step. The
beaten brunette hopped ridiculously from foot to foot as she stepped on to the sizzling Georgia blacktop.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH...EEEEEHHHHHH...OOOUUUUCCCCHHH.. .TH-TH-THE TAR..IT'S HOT! IT'S SO HOT!...IT'S BURNING MY FEET!" screamed Rita.

"Git a long, girl!" laughed Linda Lou Hankins, applying a car antenna
to Rita's quivering vulnerable ass cheeks. "It's only ten blocks to the train station!"

Children gawked, old maids blushed, and most men averted their
eyes sheepishly as the ladies of Carter city marched the naked beauty who had tried to buy their town (and their men) straight to the train
station.

"Where's the mail car?" Big Madge asked an astonished Arnold Twilling.

"Third c-car down, Miz Johnson." stammered Arnold. "Uhh Miz Stone...is that you?"

"Yes for God's sake! Help me! Look what they've done! First, they
kidnapped me, then they tickled my feet, and then (sob)...then they cut off my hair!"

The assembled ladies stared menacingly. Arnold went back to his
sweeping.

When the mail car was reached, Rita was forced to bend over a
rail. The words "New York City" were written on her ass in permanent
marker and a one cent stamp, pasted to her trembling butt. The doors of the mail car were thrown open, revealing two frightened tramps. The bums stared incredulously at the mob of women and their bald prisoner. Finally, Big Madge Johnson broke the tension.

"Y'all got room for one more passenger, boys?"

The tramps nodded uncertainly.

"As y'all can see, Miz Stone here don't have her purse, but she'll be
happy to pay her way to New York in trade!"

Rich, gorgeous, powerful Rita Stone was passed into the eager arms of the two derelicts! In the distance, a whistle blew and the train began to ease out of the station. One bum began to unfasten his
pants.

"Have fun, Miz Stone, with your two new beaus!" jeered Missy Daniels
"If she gives you any trouble, just try ticklin' her feet. It really
turns her on."

As the train pulled from the station, A hysterical Rita Stone could be heard laughing into the distance.

Just exquisite Sceej. I'm sure Ciggie here will be thanking you to high heavens for Rita's big feet. A favorite of his it seems.

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Hi Sceej:

Well, it wasn’t exactly a fair CFNF fight for Rita Stone, but who says anything in life has to be fair?

I just loved your story.

And Helen is right, I too have a passion for great looking tall women with large feet. And you really described well the foot tickle torture of big-footed Rita. I could feel Rita’s pain through her forced laughter. (Did you ever laugh so hard you almost blacked out or pissed your pants? I could see that happening to her.)

I know Rita was the villain in your story, but I still felt bad for her, especially when you had the town ladies shave her head, ala what French citizens did to female Nazi collaborators at the end of World War II.

If you read my Top 20 humiliation posts, you will see I did not include head shaving. It’s not one of my favorites, but a lot of folks are turned on by it and, no question it is a very humiliating thing for one woman to do to another. Some folks would even rate head shaving as the No. 1 worst humiliation.

(Why don’t you share with us your Top 10 favorite humiliations to a CFNF fight.)

I just don’t find head shaving “erotically” humiliating. To me head shaving is akin to one gal giving the other a black eye or permanent scars, or the winner tattooing or branding her name on the losing gal’s butt. I prefer psychological punishment to leaving permanet and semi-permanent physical scars. I say semi-permanent because it just takes so damn long for a woman’s hair to grow back.

But in your Rita Stone story head shaving works because she came into the beauty shop demanding a trim and a pedicure and got both big time. That’s the kind of place where a head shaving for a husband-stealing biotch is a most proper and fitting punishment at the hands of the husbands’ ladies.

A good thing Rita did not go to the salon and order a minor bikini wax. Riiiiiiiiippppppp! OUCHHHHHHHH! (Then again, I would have had one of the ladies make that area bald as well with hot wax. Go figure, I like forced pubic hair removal but not head hair shaving. I don’t know why.)

Although you did not go much into the stripping, it was nicely implied and it was a nice touch having Rita marched to the train station naked.

Your work is excellent and I look forward to reading your next story post.

BTW, in your imagination, what was Rita Stone’s shoe size? 11? 12? 13? Larger?

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I have written to some extent about one of my favorite wrestlers and perennial losers of CFNF matches Lisa Comshaw.

I started this thread several weeks ago to honor Lisa as a pioneer in CFNF fights by allowing herself to be so humiliated in her matches by being on the losing end.

There apparently are not a whole lot of women wrestlers in the fetish wrestling industry -- probably none in pro wrestling -- who agree to allow another women to win such one-sided matches and be nude while their opponent stays fully clothed just to entertain a select number of us fans who enjoy one-sided battles.

Below are some on-topic and off-topic (CFTF and NFNF) photos of Lisa Comshaw in action.

To try to expand the number of those who would consider joining us in posting on this thread, I ask the question: Who is your favorite wrestler in the fetish wrestling industry? Has she done CFNF matches? Who would you like to see your favroite wrestler lose to in a CFNF match? Who would you like to see your favorite wreslter beat and defrock in a CFNF match?

What are the qualities that make your wrestler a great ENF (facial expressions, great body, lack of strength, etc.)?

If you can, post a photo of your favorite wrestler whether it is in a CFNF match or not.

Let's post some favorite CFNF wrestling fantases about your favorite wrestlers against popular celbrities today. For example, who do you think would win in matches such as Julia Roberts vs. Lisa Comshaw, Halle Berry vs. Rachel from Womens World, Sharon Stone vs. Blake Mitchell, etc.

Let's get the discussion rolling.

The following photos depict:

1. Bikini-clad Robin putting a scissors on a stripped Lisa -- Les Femmes Fatale.

2. A bloodied nude Lisa punching out a nude blond -- unknown source.

3. A naked and defeated Lisa (I hate the white socks.) -- unknown source.

4. Lisa in a leopard print bikini controlling a topless foe -- Double Trouble.

5. Nude Lisa twisting the boobs of a topless brunette -- unknown source.

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In addition to my previously listed Top 20 most humiliating things a clothed winner can do to a naked loser in a one-sided wrestling match or fight, here are some that just missed the list, but are just as erotic, as effective and as embarrassing:

-- Winner tattoos her name on the loser's ass.

-- Winner whips loser's tits.

-- Loser is put on the stretching rack at the mercy of the winner.

-- Winner pulls out loser's pussy hairs (or shaves her bush).

-- Winner strangles or otherwise chokes out loser.

-- Winner hogties loser.

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For some reason, those photos posted out of the order that I submitted them, but you get the idea.

How about some other folks posting some photos along this theme?

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Did you ever notice in a fight where a woman is striped by another gal she always loses her top before her bottoms?

In almost every story that is posted and in almost every video production where a woman is stripped, her bra is the first to go and her panites are usually the last thing she is left wearing before they become the trophy property of the winner.

I remember many years ago in the mainstream film "A Town Without Pity" attorney characters discussing how a **** victim was spotted by her alleged attackers when she was nude after skinny dipping or something like that and put her underwear on before she got attacked.

The male attorney asked the female attorney how she believed the woman got dressed because something about the victim's story did not ring true. The two decided that a woman generally puts her panties on first then her bra. Over the years, every woman that I have been with -- and in every film that I have seen -- the woman indeed puts her panties on first then her bra.

And, when a woman is getting undressed, she generally removes the bra first then the panties. So, it makes sense that in a fight, a woman would go for her opponent's top first and remove her bottoms later.

It's also interesting that you hear a lot about topless beaches, but you don't see any hot European spots where women prance around bottomless and keep their boobs secured in a bra. I don't think in my lifetime I have ever in real life seen a girlfriend or later my wife walk around for prolonged periods in just her bra sans bottoms.

In women fetish wrestling videos the losing gals do seem to be a lot more upset over losing their panties than their tops. I just thought it was because the panties were the last thing to go, leaving them totally starkers. But now I'm not so sure. I believe women, as a whole, are far more upset and embarrassed over being denuded from the waist down than from the waist up.

I don't know why I think about these things. I just do.

With that in mind, here are some photos of women wrestlers who have been successful at getting their opponents half naked and need only to capture their bottoms to complete the CFNF scenario:

Hi guys!

Back for a couple of days again. Lets help good ole Ciggie here a bit. Found these in a Japanese site. Could be interesting.

Jeezus. . . happened again.

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In a catfight, one of a woman's favorite targets is her opponent's hair.

No, not there! Well maybe.

In this case, we're talking about the hair on her head.

In addition to being stripped naked by a fully clothed foe, here is some hair pulling humiliation the loser has to endure in a CFNF fight:

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Oh how the mighty have fallen. Instances of how the once high and mighty have fallen from grace and must now serve their betters, naked of course, after a battle.

I like the idea of celebrities fighting each other. For example Megan Fox vs. Kirsten Dunst, or Scarlett Johansson vs. Charlize Theron. I would have a problem choosing the winner/the humiliated...

Anyone want to do a quick story about a CFNF-fight between two celebrities?

Talking of sore tushies. . . these losing babes certainly have one

more redish tushies

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Hi Helen:

I'm sure you will agree, nothing goes better with a sore bottom in CFNF fight than a sore top:

Here some clothed winning fighters take liberties with their poor nude victims' nipples and boobs:

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The following photos are not necessarily from CFNF fights, but I find them to be so erotic that I wrote a CFNF fight scenario to go with each of them:


Platinum blond Suzy was scared to death to take on the tough black woman in an apartment catfight in Tanisha’s home. Sure enough, within five minutes Tanisha had stripped Suzy to her bra and panties. Within five minutes more, Suzy would be buck naked and at the mercy of the fuly clothed aggressive ebony beauty. The conclusion of the fight was no longer in question. The only thoughts passing through Suzy’s mind at this point was how far the black woman would go to dominate her and whether Tanisha would give Suzy her clothes back or send her running home barefoot and nude.

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Being former world apaprtment wrestling tag team champions, blond Debbie and redeheaded Darla figured they would easily beat their hated roommates Barbara and Becky in a match to determine who would keep the luxury four-bedroom apartment and who would move out. They were wrong. After losing the one-sided fight and their wrestling outfits, Deb and Dar were forced to leave with only Darla’s purse, containing credit cars, cash and car keys. Barbara and Becky told their nude opponents they would ship their clothes, furniture and personal belongings to where ever they decided to relocate. But how the stark naked dolls were going to get to their car without being seen by neighbors and find some clothes and a new home was anybody’s guess.

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Blond Marley had long bickered with her ex-sister-in-law Latin beauty Rosanna over a number of things, including who would get to keep an old family heirloom. Marley’s grandmother had left the valuable sterling silver candelabra to Marley’s brother – Rosanna’s soon-to-be-ex -- but Marley would be damned if Rosanna was going to get the treasure in the divorce. The two ladies settled the matter the old fashioned way – a knockdown, dragout catfight, in which the tall, slender Marley prevailed over the spitfite Latino, beating and stipping her naked. It was not over for poor Rosanna who would wake up to find the middle prong of the antique device firmly lodged up her ass courtesy of a vindictive Marley.

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Silver-haired Sylvia never approved of any of the women her playboy son brought home. But when her son told her he was marrying Maria, Sylvia was not about to let some gold-digging tramp get her greedy hands on the family fortune. A week prior to the wedding, the two women met at Sylvia’s mansion under the guise of discussing the finalized wedding plans. But Sylvia instead used the opportunity to confront the much younger brunette. Maria soon learned that her future mother-in-law was not some soft high society dame but rather a tough old gal who easily dominated Maria, beating and stripping her in a short-one-sided spirited catfight. Afterwards, the two ladies sat down for a long discussion, where fuly clothed Sylvia laid down the law and forced the nude tart to sign an ironclad pre-nup that well protected the family’s assets should Maria decide to leave her son. The deal was sealed with an hour-long pussy hair-pulling session in which Maria was left practically bald between the legs and in complete fear of Sylvia.

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Redheaded Lisa and blond Candy had much different tastes when it came to television programs. Lisa, a white trash kind of gal, loved to watch Jerry Springer, while soap operas were Candy’s shows of choice. On this partuclar day, Candy was excited about the outcome of a long and tense court trial on her favorite soap, while Lisa insisted on watching a repeat of The Best of Springer. One thing led to another and the two engaged in a Springer-like catfight that ended with poor Candy naked and flat on her back while underwear-clad Lisa sat on her face and clicked the remote to Springer. Candy’s cries of anger over missing the scene where her favorite soap character was either convicted or set free by a jury were muffled by Lisa’s muff as Lisa gleefully watched, what else, but two trailerpark gals catfighting over some ex-convict boyfriend.

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Blond Sarah could not believe that in her first venture into the wrestling ring her veteran brunette opponent Dana would be so cruel as to strip her naked and attack her crotch so often. Here Sarah squats in the corner and clutches her sore pussy after a devastating kick from bikini-clad Dana who grabbed the top ring rope and waited for Sarah to get up so she could continue her attack on her opponent’s womanhood. It would be a good two weeks before Sarah would recover enough from the sn*tch pummeling and return to the ring for her second match. It would be at least a month before Sarah would ber able to enjoy sexual relations with her boyfriend who could not wait that long and decided instead to date a fully functioning Dana.

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Brunette Karen was fed up with blond roommate Beth constantly borrowing Karen’s clothes without her permission. After Beth went out on a date in one of Karen’s favorite silk blouses and ruined it by spilling wine on it, Karen decided it was time to lay down the law. After a one-sided catfight, fully clothed Karen stripped Beth naked and forced her to remain that way during the years they shared an apartment. Before Beth could get dressed to go to work, on a date, etc, Karen inspected everything to make sure Beth did not put on anything of Karen’s. When Beth got home, she had to return to a state of nudity to make sure she did not change into something that belonged to Karen.

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Kate and her sister Heather were competitive over just about every game they played. And often friendly competitive events would turn into violent arguments or fist fights after the loser would acuse the winner of cheating. Nowhere was that more evident than following a game of strip poker, in which a naked Kate accused underwear-clad Heather of dealing off the bottom of the deck. Kate soon learned it was not wise to make such accusations while fully exposed as Heather quickly grabbed Kate’s bare boobs and crotch to make her pay for making such unfounded claims. During the torturous fight, Heather’s probe of her sister’s most delicate of areas found it was Kate who had an ace in the hole!

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Diminutive brunette Tara stood naked, trembling in fear, contemplating why she had been stupid enough to have had sex with Big Shelly’s husband. Sensing the fear in the eyes of the much smaller woman she had ordered to strip naked, fully clothed Shelly took pleasure in contemplaing aloud which parts of Tara’s body she would destroy in which order – her perky, young breasts, her hot, tempting pussy or her well-rounded ass. It was going to be a one-sided CFNF fight Tara was never going to forget – if she survived to remember it.

More vignettes for our ever discriminating audience.


Into The Fire

Poor Rachel Chavez. She went on a date with her boyfriend to the beach one night. As it was getting a bit cold her BF built a bonfire to keep Rachel warm. Just as the bonfire got built, her BF's former girlfriend suddenly showed up with a friend in tow. The two girls attacked Rachel, promptly stripping her nude and mercifully knocking her out. When Rachel came to, she grogilly looked around where her attackers were and saw them sitting by the bonfire with her BF. When the two girls saw Rachel awake, they gave her an evil sneer before throwing her clothing into the fire. Here we see Rachel running around the bonfire like a chicken without a head, as she helplessly watched her clothing burn to a crisp.


The Last Chukker

Emily Post and Gloria Vanderbilt were not your typical belles of the prestigious and ultra exclusive pole club. Unlike their more refined and genteel counterparts, the two did not content themselves into watching polo matches, but they actually loved playing the game itself and were in the process of forming the club's first ever ladies polo team.
Unfortunately, as in every sport, there can only be one captain of the team, and both girls were vying for that position. As none would give way, they decided to fight it out, winner to be declared captain, while the loser would be run off the team. In the fight that ensued, Emily proved herself to be a much better polo player than fighter, as she lost terribly in a one sided humiliating catfight with Gloria, who remained fully clothed all through out the fight, as opposed to Emily being stripped naked early on. In accordance with the stipulations of the fight, we see a naked Emily being driven off the field by her clothed opponent on horse, prodding her along with her mallet.


Up In Smoke

Jennifer got into a fight with a girl from another sorority over a boy Jennifer was trying to seduce. It turns out he had a girlfriend then, the girl from the other sorority, who did not cotton too much to Jennifer's man stealing ways. Their fight proved to be lopsided and went completely against Jennifer's way, that she ended up nude and humiliated as opposed to her opponent's fully clothed state. After her loss, Jennifer's sisters tried to console their loser of a sister, plying her with weed and other personality altering drugs, to take her mind of her loss. Well it worked, pretty soon Jennifer could be seen smiling and laughing all over the place, totally in denial of her earlier debacle and oblivious of her singular state of nudity.



Walk Of Shame

Annette went to a very popular and crowded disco with her friends. They had a hell of a night dancing together and other guys that suited their fancy, regardless of whether or not the guys they danced with had a date or not. Well after a few hours, Annette's friends started to say their good nights, till in the end, there was only Annette left dancing with a guy whom she found cute and was ready to leave with him. Before they left, however, Annette excused herself to go to the bathroom, where she found waiting for her there, another woman who had fancied the guy she was with. Needless to say a catfight ensued with Annette getting the absolute worst of itr. She got beaten up and stripped naked by her foe. Once knocked out, the other woman gathered all of Annette's stuff and left her there absolutely naked. When Annette came to, she discovered her naked state and the absence of all her clothing. Left with no other choice, Annette had to make her way through the crowded disco in search of her guy for a ride home, but unknownst to her, he had already left earlier, hand in hand with the woman who had stripped her.

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The Hood Ornament

Laura was having a bad day. Little did she know however just how bad her day would turn out to be. She was speeding down the free way while talking on her cellphone at the same time. Not too skilled at multi tasking Laura got tdistracted by the juicy piece of gossip told her over the phone, that she was unable to break in time to avoid rear ending the car in front of her. Unfortunately too for Laura, her people skills that morning were out on a break and so she too failed to avoid comming to blows with the owner of the car she bumped into, another woman slightly larger than her. Poor Laura, she got whupped bad and stripped naked out on the free way. What's worse, her opponent had a mighty mean streak in her, in that she tied the poor naked Laura unto the hood of her car, and drove off into the sunset and incoming city traffic with a new accessory to her car.

Naked Train Ride

Following Laura's traumatic experience as a nude hood ornament, she dyed and changed the collor of her hair to avoid recognition. As her car was being repaired, Laura was forced to take the train to and from work. One day, she got on the train only to face the woman she fought earlier, who was also having her car fixed up. Needless to say tempers boiled over and the two fought again, with similar results. As the other woman disembarked whistling a merry tune, poor naked Laura sits pensively on a bench, desperately thinking how she would pay for her fare and get off the train, as the other woman took everything she had with her, including her clothes and purse.


Life Of The Party

Isabel was the condominium complex's resident flirt. She would often times be seen trying to seduce all the male folk around, to the irritation of all the other womenfolk. One day the ladies met and decided to put a stop to Isabel's shenanigans. Next day, there was a party at one of the units and everyone was invited, Isabel especially. As soon as she showed up, she was set upon by the other ladies who stripped her naked before everone there. Poor Isabel had to humiliatingly put herself on public display to her appreciative neighbors, who all had a swell time witnessing her degradation.


Life Of The Party (2)

Just like what happened to Isabel, her friend Casey underwent an almost similar experience. The difference was, Casey lost out in a fight against one woman and she lost the fight in her own home. Here we have two photos of Casey as she is put on naked display to her appreciative guests by the winner of the fight.


Tar and Feathered

Amy lost a match to Kelly who was well known for her eccentric behavior and wierd ideas. After ending up nude, Amy found herself subjected to a rather archaic form of punishment which she often heard of but was never sure it was ever really administered. Now she knew. She got tarred and feathered by Kelly. Amy knew once she she was subjected to it she had to quickly escape Kelly's clutches, for who knows what other deviltry and indignities the other girl may heap upon her.

Beach b*tch

Jackie and Rose were best friends. They had gone to the beach together for a day of sun, sand and surf. In the course of the day the two got into a little fight over a boy they both had a crush on. They fought with Rose ending up the loser. She got stripped nude also in the process. To punish her friend more, Jackie paraded the naked Rose up and down the beach, leading her by the hand. I think their still best of friends, but I'm not really sure.

Anyone who wants to do a story about a celebrity vs celebrity cfnf fight?

This thread can't die out!

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Hi Hans:

That's a good idea.

I too love to fantasize about female celebrities wrestling, especially the older, more established stars. And the fantasies always end with the victor clothed and the loser nude.

Do you have in mind which two celebs you would like to see in a CFNF match?

Which would you like to be the CF and which would you like to be the NF? How much clothing and what type should the women start off in before one strips the other?

The only thing I would ask is that you pick two celebrities who are well-known worldwide and catty enough to make great catfighters -- U.S. actesses Sharon Stone, Julia Roberts, Teri Hatcher and Halle Berry come to mind, as does South African Oscar winner Charlize Theron.

Give me several choices because I may not agree with you on the winner of one match or another. (For example, I prefer writing about black stars like Tyra Banks, Naomi Campbell, Iman and Mariah Carey defeating and humiliating blonde beauties like Daryl Hannah, Heather Locklear, Laura Dern and Kim Basinger. So don't ask me to write about blond tennis nymph Anna Kornikova beating black net star Serena Williams in a fight after a match. Ain't gonna happen.)

Please do not make the combatants some obscure Eurpean or Asian actresses I likely never heard of or American pixies like "actress" Lindsay Lohan or an underaged Dakota Fanning.

Because this is a message board with an international audience the two women you pick have to be stars that almost everyone in the world can picture without me providing too much description other than referring to them as blonde vixen, ebony beauty, etc.

If you are going to select super models, make them recognizable gals like Elle MacPherson, Cindy Crawford or Heidi Klum, not some obscure model that can only be found in Vogue ads or strutting down the catwalk in Milan.

The key to a good celebrity catfight story is that people can easily envision the two ladies as I write about one doing unspeakable things to the other.

Let me know who you fantasze about and I'll try to give it a shot.

Below are some women celebs who would make terrific CFNF wrestlers:

Jamie Lee Curtis, Heidi Klum, Elle MacPherson, Charlize Theron, Elizabeth Hurley, Brigitte Nielsen, Nicole Kidman, Cher, Cindy Crawford and Cameron Diaz.

Thank you for a great response, Cigar!

Let's see... How about Diane Kruger (even though you didn't mention her, I do think she falls under the right category) vs. Elizabeth Hurley? Hurley as the dominator, and Kruger as the humiliated.

Other things that I'd like to read about in the story:
- It would have been great if Hurley said humiliating things out loud (for all the crowd to hear) while stripping Kruger totally naked.
- I'd like it if the scenario was set to a kind of sport event. Maybe they are playing a celebrity baseball game or something? You choose.
- Hurley is not alone about stripping Kruger - she has some co-operators...
- Kruger is tied to something with a rope (or something else) at some point.

I'm looking forward to the story, Cigar!:)

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who is Diane Kruger?.... picture?

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I was gonna ask who Diane Kruger is also. Apparently, I've not seen any of her ... um ... movies???

She plays Helen in the movie "Troy" from 2004, for example. ;)

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Hi Hans:

Boy, you are not going to make this easy for me, are you?

I initially thought to myself, “for Chrissakes, am I going to have to learn to speak German to write this friggin’ story?”

I have to admit that like several readers above, I too had to stretch my memory to remember who Diane Kruger was. I don’t know if the world is all that familiar with her. Although adorable, she’s a tad obscure.

But, after giving it some thought, I think it would be a pretty hot matchup pitting Diane Kruger against Elizabeth Hurley.

Both are sexy, angular blue-eyed actresses who both initially wanted to be ballet dancers. And both certainly appear to be healthy and athletic.

It’s also the classic brunette vs. blond battle with the brunette winning. That’s always popular. And you have England vs. Germany, which creates a matchup of longtime European enemies. And you have experience vs. youth, another popular catfight angle. Great contrast!

This catfight has just about everything. And, given Hurley’s slight size advantage and renowned cattiness, I can easily picture a fully clothed Liz stripping Di to her birthday suit during a one-sided battle.
Let’s look at the tale of the tape for both of our sexy combatants:

Diane Kruger

Real name: Diane Heidkruger

Nationality: German

Hair color: Blond

Eye color: Blue

Date of birth: July 15, 1976 (32)

Place of birth: Hildesheim, Germany

Height: 5-foot-8½-inches (174 centimeters)

Measurements (bust, waist, hips in inches): 33-23-35

Dress size: 6

Shoe size: 8 (U.S.), 39 (Europe)


Vs.


Elizabeth Hurley

Real name: Same

Nationality: British

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Blue

Date of birth: June 10, 1965 (43)

Place of birth: Hampshire, England

Height: 5-foot-10-inches (178 centimeters)

Measurements (bust, waist, hips in inches): 34-24-34

Dress size: 4

Shoe size: 9 (U.S.), 41 (Europe).


Background:

Kruger studied ballet at the Royal Ballet in London until an injury forced her to give up dancing and become a model and later an actress.

Her movie roles include Helen in “Troy” (2004) and parts in other films including “National Treasure” and “Wicker Park.”

Hurley, ex-girlfriend of actor Hugh Grant, gave birth to a son, Damian in April 2002. She is a fashion icon with her own swmsuit line. Her trademark outfit is a black Vercace dress with gold safety pins.

Hurley went to ballet school at age 12 and later earned a scholarship to the London Studio Centre where she studied dance and theater.

After college, Hurley appeared in the theatre and made her European film debut in Aria (1987). Her American film debut was with Wesley Snipes in the action drama Passenger 57 (1992).

A one-time spokesmodel for Estee Lauder, Hurley made several more films and by 1999 was able to command $3 million for her role of Vanessa in “Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me.” Hurley played a very sexy Devil in “Bedazzled” (2000).

OK. I’ll give it a shot.

But Hans, let’s come up with a better venue than a celebrity baseball game. Maybe some other readers of this thread can suggest a more sexy and interesting locale.

You also want -- I guess -- interference from other women who help Elizabeth Hurley win? I really don’t think Elizabeth needs any help kicking Diane’s ass.

How about if we have Liz win the fight on her own – fair and square -- and then have Hurley’s fully clothed friends help Hurley humiliate a naked Diane in public?

Since you did not name who you would like to help Hurley with the degradation, I went to Hurley’s “My Space” tribute page to get a list of her real life celebrity friends.

You may choose from the following women for me to write into the story as those who help humiliate Kruger:

 Patsy Kensit – Hot blond actress and godmother of Hurley’s son.

 Elle MacPherson – Tall, gorgeous Australian super model (I will pick her if you don’t).

 Eva Herzigova – Stunning supermodel.

(All three of the above women attended Hurley’s 2007 wedding to Indian businessman Arun Nayar in India).

 Gwyneth Paltrow -- statuesque blond American actress.

 Cheryl Crow – Sexy American pop singer.

 Catherine Zeta-Jones – Beautiful brunette British actress.

 Victoria Beckham – Former Spice Girl singer married to British soccer star.

And you also want some rope bondage in the scenario. No problem.

Give me some time to think about it and a couple weeks to write it and I will post it to this thread.

Meanwhile here is a photo of Diane Kruger and a photo of Elizabeth Hurley along with a photo of how Kruger likely would look after her fight with Hurley:

Fantastic.

About the baseball venue: It was just an example of a venue with loads of people watching, and would be easy to imagine. It doesn't have to be a baseball game, but it could be something similar, if you catch my drift.

Btw, my mistake - I thought most of the movie-watchers knew who Diane Kruger was, especially after her roles in "Troy" and "National Treasure".

And about the co-operators helping Liz Hurley, this also was a suggestion of what you could put in if you wanted, like the baseball game venue. But if I would choose one of the women you listed, I would say Catherine Zeta-Jones and as you would, Elle MacPherson.

If you need any help writing it, just send me a private message.

Looking forward to a great story!

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Doesn't anyone else want to share anything on this subject?

Oh, well, I guess I'll try to keep things going with some photos.

The bow and arrow hold can be quite humiliating as well exposing for the nude woman in a CFNF fight.

Here are some examples:

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Here are some shots from CFNF matches where one woman works on damaging the other woman's back:

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Here are photos of a series from a CFNF fight where two women engaged in a fingerlock test of strength. What a disadvantage it must be for the naked woman knowing that her clothed opponent is spreading her arms giving the crowd a full view of everything she has:

Great pictures, Cigar!

Where do you find these, especially the cartoons?

This thread is my absolute favorite of all threads, and I will do all that I can to make it stay alive.

How is the story going, by the way?

Hans:

You have to surf the Internet.

Because a lot of stuff is CFCF, TFTF and NFNF fighting you have to look real hard to find CFNF wrestling.

Yahoo Groups also is an excellent source for shared photos.

Take for instance the Academy Wrestling Videos Yahoo Groups where hundreds of photos are posted.

Although most of their matches end NFNF, there are segments where the matches are one-sided CFNF battles.

Here are some examples of matches where the matches featured one clothed woman in command of a seemingly helpless nude opponent.

To answer your second question, I have been real busy with my real life and have not had much of a chance to work on the celebrity fight story.

But I am working on a story line and expect to come up with something real good as soon as possible.

Once I have thought though the story line to its conclusion and developed some character sketches, I'll write the story. Please be patient. It takes some time to to do it right, which I think you would prefer over me slopping something together real quick.

Meanwhile, here are some CFNF examples from Academy Wrestling Videos:

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Here are some more CFNF one-sided matches from Academy:

Wow!
 

I just finished reading through all 17 glorious pages of this titillating thread, and I must say that I am thoroughly impressed (and excited) by all the sensational pictoral/literary contributions, as well as the scintillating and thorough discussions/examinations of this underrated and under-produced ENF subgenre. Bravo everyone!

Out of curiosity, would the person who shelled out the considerable dough for the Green Eyes "Candi's Humiliation" DVD consider making a downloadable version of the footage available (for a reasonable fee)?