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Perhaps no high school football rivalry in the nation was as bitter as the annual Thanksgiving Day season-ending game between the Beaver Falls High Bears and their cross-town rivals, the Twin Peaks High Eagles.

And while the football players from both schools disliked each other, the cheerleaders from the rival centers of learning absolutely hated one another. Nowhere was that rivalry more heated than between head Beaver Falls cheerleader Holly and the captain of Twin Peaks’ cheer squad Muffy.

On the morning before the noon kickoff, Holly and Muffy decided to settle their personal longstanding rivalry with a rip-roaring private catfight at a neutral site.

Long story short, the capacity crowd of 10,000 people on hand at Beaver Falls Field that day had a lot to be thankful for, letting out a thunderous cheer after witnessing a very embarrassed and very naked and defeated Muffy strapped to the large Beaver Falls drum and paraded up and down the field during the half time show.

Holly, holding Muffy’s tattered cheerleading uniform high above her head, was carried shoulder-high by her fellow Beaver Falls cheerleaders ahead of the crying and bound Muffy.

Twin Peaks went on to win that game but you could not blame Muffy for skipping the victory celebration. She certainly did not feel like a winner that day or, for that matter, on any day for the rest of her life.

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There was nothing Mimi enjoyed more than watching the Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV in the comfort of her living room couch.

That did not set well with her roommate Nicole who insisted on watching the big pro football game which was on at the same time.

Brunette Mimi argued that her blond friend could watch football almost any other time, but the Thanksgiving Day parade and all of its pagentry came just once a year. Nicole, who had $50 riding on the outcome of the game, was not about to give up the TV set so that Mimi could watch a bunch of assholes ride toiletpaper-decorated floats down some boulevard.

Needless to say, the verbal jousting turned physical and the two fought it out for the right to choose which channel the TV would wind up on.

A half hour later, Nicole, still in her slip and underwear, had the best seat in the house – naked Mimi’s face, as she watched the game, ocassionally bouncing up and down with excitement when her team scored.

Sadly, the only parade Mimi saw that day was her roomate’s cooze and anus constantly marching up and down her face.

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After hanging the candy canes and other assorted ornaments on the Christmas tree, Betty and Ronnie argued over what should go on top – Betty’s angel or Ronnie’s star.

The argument got hotter than a burning candle and the two bikini-clad roomates went at it tooth and nail until Ronnie pulled off Betty’s swimsuit.

Finding herself naked, a humiliated Betty covered up and tried to back off from the battle, but not before Ronnie lashed out with her left foot and caught Betty square in the crotch. After that, all Betty could see were stars.

After using Betty’s back as a step ladder to place her glittering star atop the tree, Ronnie told Betty if she gave her anymore trouble regarding decorations she’d hang Betty’s bulbous boobs from the tree as well!

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Now, my dear readers it’s your turn to write a short Thanksgiving CFNF fight story based on the following photo.

For example, you can write about clothed Jane’s well-tested method of preparing a turkey breast and the painful lesson naked Monica learned from it. Or you can write about anything else the photo inspires you to write.

Don’t be shy. Give it a try. It only has to be a few sentences long. Let’s see how imaginative you can be.

Ooooh where did you find this 1?? :D

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Mixed Emotions

By Cigar

(The following story is fiction. The characters, however, are based on two women I knew in the mid-1970s when I was a teenager. The story takes place in the summer of 1975. Caution: In addition to primarily FF sex and violence this story also contains brief FM sex and violence.)

The incident happened 30 years ago and I still have mixed emotions over it.

By far it was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. By far it also was the worst thing I ever did to another person –an act that profoundly affected the life of one of the women involved.

At age 17, my hormones were running wild. But having no girlfriend – or that many prospects of getting one because I was overweight, awkward and not that attractive – I spent most of my days lost in my fantasies.

I absolutely loved anything to do with women fighting or wrestling. I would fantasize about neighborhood women, female classmates, actresses, models, singers, etc., engaging in long and dirty catfights or grappling in the ring in athletic struggles.

My fantasy fights were always lopsided, ending with a swimsuit clad victor standing triumphantly over a naked and defeated rival.

I spent my allowance on catfight magazines and pro wrestling books with so-called “apartment house wrestling match” stories, featuring gals in bikinis wrestling. I was hooked on the fetish – hooked real bad.

In the real world, I had two adult women I considered friends. One was a neighbor named Kathy. She was in her mid-30s and married. She was a friend of my mother’s, but I often sought advice from her on dating and girls in general.

She knew I had a crush on her and I reckon she thought it was kind of cute. Kathy did not encourage any advances from me, but because she took pity on me she tried to boost my confidence and encouraged me to go to teen clubs, dance halls or other venues and try to meet girls.

She told me what girls liked and advised me against bringing up subjects that girls did not like to discuss. I really treasured her friendship. That’s why the story I am about to tell you is so troubling and demonstrates just how powerful and dangerous a fetish can get.

Much of Kathy’s advice, I’m afraid to say, went in one ear and out the other. Whenever I would visit Kathy for our talks, I spent much of the time admiring her curvy, mature body, long legs and well-shaped large feet. She often was barefoot and wore tight pants and snug-fitting shirts.

Occasionally, I would come over when she was sunning herself in her backyard in a modest bikini or one-piece swimsuit. I would have to quickly find a chair to sit down as I would pop a boner in my jeans seeing her in scant clothing and did not want her to know I was aroused.

Later, in my room, I would lie in bed, stroke my penis and fantasize about Kathy fighting other women, sometimes coming out the clothed victor, other times losing and winding up naked and sprawled at the winner’s feet.

She would look lovely either way, I thought.

But Kathy, a housewife married to a successful businessman, was not keen on any violent activity and told me so when I once tried to describe a fight I had witnessed between two female classmates after school.
She said women rarely fight because, unlike most men, they are able to settle their differences through meaningful discussions and reasoning.

Another woman friend of mine was a Romanian-born single stewardess named Nina, a friend of my aunt’s. I met her when I was 13 and she babysat me and my younger sister.

Over the ensuing years, Nina and I became friends. Though she also sensed I had a bit of a crush on her, she too did not encourage my advances. But she was not shy about bragging about the handsome men she had dated in her travels as an airline hostess.

Once while I was watching professional wrestling on TV, she commented that while she was living in Eastern Europe, she had worked for a while as a female pit fighter.

She actually wrestled other women in a dirt pit in various towns in Romania, Yugoslavia and Bulgaria for money.

I shared with her that I was really into women’s wrestling and, after hearing that, she started talking in great detail about her many victories. She claimed to have never lost a fight. She quit wrestling, she said, when she got her chance to come to the United States and work for an airline.

Nina was a 26-year-old, platinum blonde who stood 5 feet 11 inches, two inches taller than brunette Kathy. Unlike the pear-shaped Kathy who had nice medium sized boobs and wide hips, Nina was slender with small tits.

But like Kathy, Nina also had long shapely legs and big feet. Nina had to buy her size 11½ narrow-width high heels from a special catalogue because shoe stores back then simply did not carry shoes to fit her long slender feet.
Kathy, by comparison wore a size 9 ½ wide width shoe.

The two women had never met each other despite the fact that my mother and aunt each knew both of those ladies.

I wanted so badly to have Nina and Kathy meet, instantly hate each other and get into a rip-roaring catfight for my pleasure. But for the longest time I did not see how that was ever going to happen.

One day, while Nina was telling me about her victory over a big Italian champion in one of her pit fights, I mentioned to her that the woman she described was quite similar in appearance to a woman friend of mine.
She asked me who this woman was. I told her about Kathy and how Kathy was against women fighting because she felt it was beneath them.

“I’d like to meet this Kathy and give her a piece of my mind,” Nina said, offended that another woman would be so judgmental about something she had never tried.

“Look, being a pit wrestler paid real well and certainly was not something to be ashamed of!” Nina said. “It was not as though I was a prostitute or a stripper or anythng like that.

“It was an honest way to make a living and it put food on my table in a very poor country. This Kathy woman probably doesn’t know what it’s like to go to bed hungry at night. Fat, lazy American! She would not last three minutes in a match with me or other Eastern European women.”

I told Nina that I could introduce her to Kathy, but, if she got her to agree to fight her, I would want to be allowed to watch the match. Nina agreed, promising me it would be a fight I – and Kathy -- would never forget.
Now I had to think of a way to get Kathy to want to meet Nina.

The next day, I stopped by Kathy’s house when her husband was at work and told Kathy I had finally met a girl and had gone out with her on a couple of dates. Kathy was so happy she hugged me.

I told Kathy the girl’s name was Nina and I wanted Kathy to meet Nina and give me some of her thoughts about my girlfriend before I introduced her to my parents.

Kathy, smiling ear to ear, said she would love to meet any girlfriend of mine and told me to bring her over late the next morning.

That afternoon I told Nina about the setup.

“Nina, I know Kathy is not going to approve of me ‘dating’ an older woman,” I said. “And I believe she will probably say that to your face, which will give you a reason to start a fight with her.”

“If she does say something offensive I will respond and challenge her,” Nina said. “But no matter what direction this thing takes, you follow my lead and you do not, under any circumstances, interfere in the match. Do you understand?”

I agreed, telling Nina I would stay out of the conflict and let it take a natural course of action to its conclusion, regardless of which woman came out on top.

I would be too busy masturbating anyway to even think about stopping the fight.

That night I could hardly sleep, thinking about the many possibilities of the next day. I fantasized about Kathy stripping and dominating Nina then about Nina completely dominating a naked Kathy.

Little did I realize that what I was about to see would be far more spectacular than anything I could ever have fantasized about.

End of Part 1.

Here are photos of women who resemble brunette Kathy and blonde Nina.

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Mixed Emotions Part 2

The next day, I picked up Nina and took her to meet Kathy. When Kathy answered the door, I could see the look of surprise on her face when she saw me with a tall, gorgeous woman in her mid-20s.

Kathy tried to be cordial as she served lemonade and we sat down together in the livingroom. I could see that she wanted to say something about the obvious age difference but she held back.

Because Kathy didn’t breach the subject, I decided to fuel the flames by bringing it up myself.

“Nina is nine years older then me, but we have so much in common – we like the same music, type movies and everything,” I said. “Age is just a state of mind anyway, isn’t that right Kathy?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything Douglas (not my real name),” Kathy said as she turned to Nina. “But aren’t you just a little too old to be dating this young man – I mean he’s going to be a senior in high school this fall?

“You may do things different in Russia or whatever country you came from, but we have laws in the United States to protect minors!”

Bingo, I thought, here is Nina’s opening!

“Who are you calling old, you grizzled hag?” Nina responded sharply. “F*ck you. I’ll date whoever I want. Who the f*ck do you think you are? I am from Romania where women are strong, not weak and lazy like you fat-ass Americans.”

Both women jumped to their feet. Kathy wore a tight-fitting shirt over a sturdy bra, white jeans and was barefoot. Nina was in a blouse, bellbottom slacks and sandals.

“You are a very rude woman,” Kathy said. “I’m afraid I will have to ask both of you to leave. Douglas you would do a lot better to be dating a girl your own age, not this wh*re. She will only break your heart!”

Nina, not missing a beat, responded: “Right now, his heart should not be your concern because it is your fat ass I am about to break, you sl*t!”

“Leave my house now, b*tch!” Kathy yelled, pointing to the front door.

“You are going to have to make me leave,” Nina said smugly. A long moment of silence followed.

At that point, it was getting just too intense for me. Losing my nerve, I blurted out: “Maybe we better go, Nina.”
Nina looked at me sternly and told me to shut up and stay out of this because this was between the two women.

The feigned hatred in her eyes shocked me. But it did not shock me as much as her next words.

Nina turned back to Kathy and in a commanding voice shouted: “Take off all of your clothes!”
“What?” a thoroughly shocked Kathy responded. “I will not!”

“Either take off your clothes now or I will take them off of you and make you run naked in the streets of your neighborhood,” Nina threatened.

Kathy’s face turned ghostly white over the thought of being publically exposed and, for the first time, she realized that maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew arguing with this exotic stranger.

The look on Kathy’s face left no doubt in Nina’s mind, and in mine, that Kathy knew that Nina could indeed beat her up, strip her and humiliate her. For all intent and purposes, the fight was over before it had begun.

Again, I tried to speak up, but Nina silenced me and shouted at me: “Take off your clothes too, Douglas! Strip now!”

Without hesitation, I followed Nina’s lead and removed my shoes, socks, pants, shirt and underwear and sat down naked on Kathy’s couch.

Kathy’s head was spinning and she looked as though she was about to faint. This was all just too much to be happening so fast.

Looking back, it was brilliant strategy on Nina’s part. If a strapping, big, young man like me was so quick to fear and obey strong-willed Nina and strip myself naked, Kathy had to be thinking that she had better do the same or face Nina’s terrible wrath.

Her mouth open wide with shock, Kathy stood frozen, not knowing what to do next. Certainly she did not want to strip herself. But she also did not want to be seen being dragged naked down the street by Nina.

“If you take off your clothes now, I will only beat you inside your home – the neighbors will not see your shame,” Nina told Kathy. “But if I have to take the time to strip you myself I will beat you severly and drag your naked ass through the streets. It’s your choice!”

Tears welled up in Kathy’s eyes. She looked at me sitting nude on her couch and realized that I was in no position to help her. Her husband would not be home for at least six hours.

If Kathy tried to make a run for it she knew she would not make it to the bathroom or her bedroom and lock the doors before Nina caught her.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kathy said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“It’s because you American women are fat and weak and I’m going to prove it by beating you to a pulp! Now get naked or I’ll rip your clothes and your flabby tits off!”

Resigned to the fact that she was psychologically beaten, Kathy undid her blouse and slowly took it off. Then she unclasped her pants letting them fall at her bare feet. Kathy then reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp and her boobs poured out in all their naked glory.

Although her breasts looked great in a bra they were somewhat disappointing nude, sagging a little from having breast-fed two children.

But except for that bit of sagging and her cottage cheese thighs, Kathy was still a pretty good looking woman – not bad for the first woman I had ever seen naked outside of magazines or super 8 films. (Remember, these were the days before Beta or VHS tapes.)

Kathy hesitated for a few seconds then slowly pulled her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them.

Kathy had what can only be described as a gorilla bush – thick, dense and black. Then again, this was the 1970s and few women in those days shaved their pubes into the shape of narrow runway strips.

Kathy quickly grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it across her boobs. She seemed more upset about her swaying melons being exposed than her big hairy crotch.

“A litle shy are you, my dear?” Nina mocked Kathy. “Well, aside from that pillow you are still not naked. Take off those rings. I don’t want you to use them as weapons!”

Kathy clutched the left finger upon whch she wore her wedding and engagement rings and held them tightly to the pillow that was partially hiding her nakedness.

“I have not once removed these rings in 15 years of marriage!” She said cryng like a baby. “Please don’t make me take them off. Please!”

Nina, with hands folded over her chest, told Kathy to either take off the rings or she would take them off for her, sell them at a pawn shop and leave Kathy to try to explain to her husband how she lost them.

Kathy licked the back of her ring finger and with much effort worked the two snugly fitting gold and diamond rings off. She carefully placed them in an ashtray beside the couch just as Nina sn*tched away the pillow from Kathy’s chest leaving her fully exposed.

Nina ordered a now totally naked Kathy to place her hands at her side and not to move. Kathy, gently sobbing, did so.

Nina then kicked off her sandals and removed her own shirt and pants to reveal a striking black bikini.

“I’m ready to wrestle now,” Nina said.

End of Part 2

Nina in a black bikini grinds her ass into Kathy’s face early in the fight.

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Mixed Emotions Part 3

“You aren’t going to get naked too?” Kathy inquired.

“No,” Nina said. “And if you even touch my bikini during the fight, I’ll tear every hair out of your sn*tch and weave it into a new bikini for me to wear!”

Nina instructed me to count to three and the match would begin.

I slowly counted … “one … two …”

But before I could get “thr” out of my mouth, Nina lashed out with her fingers and grabbed both of Kathy’s nipples and forced Kathy onto her tip toes. Nina then began marching Kathy around the living room and dining room as Kathy squealed like a stuck pig.

Kathy instinctively grabbed Nina’s wrists and begged her to let go of her tender nips. Not only did Nina not let go, she pinched and viciously twisted Kathy’s large pinkish nubs and areolas until they turned purple.

Nina then backed Kathy up against a wall in the dining room next to the hutch and rammed her knee six times hard into Kathy’s unprotected crotch then stomped several times on Kathy’s toes, grinding them into the hardwood floor with her heel.

Nina let go of Kathy’s tortured nipples and Kathy fell to the ground in a heap. Kathy tried to rub some life back into her toes, tits and pussy as they were all burning with an intense fiery pain.

“Douglas, if you care anything about me you’ll get on the phone right now and call the police!” Kathy screamed across the room. “Call the police now before this crazy b*tch kills me!”

Nina quickly sat on Kathy’s face to silence her then turned to me and said: “Douglas if you touch that phone, I’ll cut your balls off and make earings out of them.” (Nina then winked at me, knowing I was enjoying the spectacle in front of me and that my plan was working out perfectly.)

I told Kathy I was too frightened to go for the phone and that I really believed Nina would castrate me if I tried. (I winked at Nina and smiled as she grinded her bikini-clad ass into Kathy’s face.) I told Kathy I was rooting for her and encouraged her to get up and try harder to beat Nina.

I don’t know how much of that Kathy heard as she was kicking her legs wildly about and screaming in a muffled voice as Nina, looking deep into Kathy’s eyes, rotated her ass slowly on Kathy’s mouth and nose, temporarily cutting off Kathy’s air supply to her lungs.

Although I did feel bad for Kathy, the one-sided CFNF fight was just too damned sexy to stop.

Nina got off of Kathy’s face and ordered Kathy to stand up. When Kathy did not get up as Nina commanded her to do, Nina reached down and grabbed Kathy by the nipples again and dragged her to her feet.

Nina then went into a boxer’s stance and threw a series of left jabs to a practically defenseless Kathy’s right boob. (Nina did not want to leave any marks on Kathy’s face, as her husband would definitely question her about how they got there.)

Nina followed the jabs with a tremendous roundhouse right that hit flush on the side of Kathy’s left breast. Kathy let out a scream and turned around grabbing and rubbing both of her sore boobs.

Facing Kathy’s backside, Nina swung her left foot back then drove it forward with great force between Kathy’s slightly spread legs, the toes jabbing squarely into Kathy’s lower abdomen and the top of the foot striking Kathy’s furry crotch with a dull thud.

Kathy wretched as if she were going to vomit, but did not spew, and managed to struggle it to her feet.

Nina quickly reached down, grabbed both of Nina’s ankles and sent her falling backwards to the hardwood living room floor. Kathy landed with such force it knocked the wind from her body.

Sprawled on the floor and helpless, Kathy was ripe for the next round of punishment. Nina sat on the floor opposite Kathy and placed her feet on Kathy’s spread inner thighs. Nina then grabbed two handfulls of Kathy’s pubic hair and leaned back yanking the hairs as tight as guitar strings.

Kathy quickly sat up and screamed as though she had been shot in the tw*t. Kathy’s eyes bugged out of her head as a result of this new assault on her womanhood. Kathy desperately tried to work Nina’s fingers from the entanglement of her stretched-out sn*tch hairs.

Kathy seemed to just make matters worse as some of her hairs began to pop out by the roots into Nina’s fingers. Nina’s grip on the rest of Kathy’s intact shorthairs seemed unbreakable.

Kathy gave up on trying to free her pubes from Nina’s clutches and instead tried to remove Nina’s pressing feet from the insides of her thighs. But the pressure Nina’s gams were putting on Kathy’s meaty upper legs was just too great for Kathy to pry apart with her bare hands.

Kathy thought about hitting Nina in the face and perhaps breaking her nose. Certainly Nina would have to let go of her deadly crotch grip then.

However, Kathy realized that to that point in the fight Nina deliberately had avoided striking Kathy in the face. If Kathy hit Nina in the face and didn’t knock her out, an enraged Nina likely would have blackened both of Kathy’s eyes and knocked her teeth out. Kathy thought better about making their faces targets and unclenched her fist.

Frustrated beyond belief, Kathy began to go mad and started pulling her own hair on her head, ruining her well-coiffed, high-piled behive hairdo.

Totally exasperated over her inability to get out of the dreaded sn*tch lock, Kathy begged Nina to break the hold. Nina laughed and broke the hold by pulling out two big handfulls of hair from Kathy’s lush bush.

“Go to the kitchen Douglas and get me a plastic baggie -- I want to keep these hairs as souvenirs,” Nina said, firmly holding both hands filled with ripped out pubic hairs, shaking them in Kathy’s face.

Kathy began to rub the newly formed bald spots on her pubic triangle as she rolled around on the floor trying to think of any means of mounting a defense against Nina.

After placing the pubes into the baggie I had got her, Nina turned back to Kathy who was on her knees trying again to get to her feet.

Nina then pulled Kathy’s head between Nina’s knees in a standing head scissors and began to slap Kathy hard on her lower back, ass and the back of her thighs. Kathy could not believe she was getting a bare-assed spanking from the brazen younger woman.

Nina went to town on Kathy’s big ass, quickly turning the cheeks and upper thigh region a glowing shade of bright red from the stinging smacks. Kathy’s cries soon filled the room as she begged Nina to stop punishing her like a misbehaving child.

After the spanking, Nina resumed sitting on Kathy’s face, this time facing Kathy’s most delicate and exposed areas. Nina delivered a series of hammer-like punches to Kathy’s tender boobs, soft belly and bushy pubic bone.

Nina released Kathy and ordered Kathy to her knees. Kathy disobeyed and again tried to stand up and attempt some type of offensive attack.

Nina put a quick end to that by landing a seried of sharp kicks to the back of Kathy’s knees, causing Kathy to buckle and fall to all fours.

Nina then sat on a recliner chair and pushed it back, raising the footrest and propping her impressive feet up, just inches from Kathy’s face.

“I could continue to beat you up, but I haven’t got all day,” Nina said smugly to the kneeling Kathy. “So why don’t you just beg my forgiveness right now and soon all of this will be over.”

Kathy did not need any more prompting. She sobbed as she begged Nina to put an end to the fight.

“I’ll do anything, just please no more! I can’t take any more of a beating!” Kathy said.

Nina shrugged her shoulders and said, “Fine, just lick the soles of my feet while I consider whether to accept your application of surrender.

Kathy wretched at the thought of doing that and hesitated.

“It’s either lick my feet or I can find other parts of my body that I assure you would be far more pleasurable for me to have you lick!” Nina said.

Kathy almost vomited at the thought that she might have to eat Nina’s pussy after all of the other indignities she had suffered that day.

“Alright, alright – I’ll lick your feet -- anything to end this nightmare,” Kathy said, realizing that she had better do a real thorough job or Nina would use her laziness as an excuse to further punish Kathy’s boobs, pussy and other body parts.

As impressive in size as Nina’s feet were, Kathy stuck out a pretty long tongue and ran it from the back of Nina’s heel all the way up to the tip of Nina’s toes. She repeated the process slowly five more times before switching to Nina’s other bare foot and licking it slowly five times.

By the time Kathy was done there wasn’t an unmoist spot on either of Nina’s peds.

End of Part 3

Nina puts Kathy in a standing head scissors and prepares to spank her.

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Mixed Emotions Part 4

The fight had taken a horrible toll on Kathy. Her hair was dissheveled. Her boobs, pussy and ass were terribly bruised. Her confidence was completely shot.

Kathy stayed on her knees, her chin on her chest in total abject defeat. The fact that I was there whacking off to the humiliating beating had to only compound Kathy’s feeling of utter shame and hopelessness.

Nina got out of the recliner and went to her large handbag to pull out some documents before putting Kathy in a painful head scissors hold. Nina ordered me to rifle through Kathy’s purse and get her checkbook.

“Sign this contract,” Nina ordered Kathy. “It releases me from all liability for your injuries sustained in our wrestling match today and says you agreed to all terms before we had our match.

“Sign it now or I will squeeze my thighs together so hard I will pop your eyes out of your head.”

Kathy’s eyes bugged out as Nina tightened her vice-like thighs around Kathy’s head. Kathy quickly signed the contract and Nina eased up on – but did not release Kathy from -- the well-applied hold.

Nina then ordered Kathy to write her out a personal check for $500, noting that if the check bounced she would hunt Kathy down and beat her even worse the next time. Nina again squeezed her thighs tightly as Kathy signed the check and assured Nina that the funds were there.

Nina then released Kathy from the scissors hold as Kathy tried to rub some feeling back into her ears and neck.

“We have another bit of unsettled business Nina told Kathy. Doulgas desires to become a man today. And who better than to give him his first blow job than you?”

I sat there in utter shock and joy. I had not bargained for that.

Kathy, thoroughly humiliated, sighed and crawled over to me on her hands and knees and began to reluctantly suck my dick, which was hard enough to cut diamonds after watching Nina dominate her so.

After just a few minutes of expert tongue and lip work, Kathy, sensing I was about to shoot my wad, tried to remove my rock-hard penis from her mouth only to feel the sole of Nina’s big foot push on the back of her neck, forcing her to deep-throat my prick as I came.

“I want you to really taste the bitterness of defeat,” Nina said, laughing as Kathy practically choked spitting out the last of my spunk.

“Now,” Nina said, “it’s time for my fun.”

Kathy, though terrified and embarrassed beyond words, protested, yelling at Nina, “You said if I licked the soles of your feet I wouldn’t have to eat you out. Damn it, you promised!”

“And I shall keep my word,” Nina said, again reaching into her large handbag and pulling out a frightening 12-inch-long, black strap-on dildo.

After all she had been through, Kathy now had to deal with the horror that she was about to be r*ped – ass r*ped –by the woman she now considered her worst enemy on the face of the Earth.

At first, Nina gently inserted the menacingly girthy device into Kathy’s vagina doggie-style and almost tenderly pumped it in and out a few times, primarily to get it well lubricated. Then Nina withdrew the dildo from Kathy’s pussy and quickly rammed it sharply up Kathy’s anus.

“Yiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Kathy screamed, her brain sensors overloaded with excruciating pain. If this ordeal were to go on much longer, surely, Kathy thought, she would lose her mind.

Completely spent after the blow job, I sat back and watched in wonder for the first and only time in my life that I would witness live girl-on-girl sex.

Nina soon reached her orgasm as she masterfully gyrated her hips while plunging the long latex cock deep into Kathy’s well-rounded ass.

Kathy grimaced with each thrust and yelped as Nina grabbed two handfuls of Kathy’s high-piled hairdo and rode her for all she was worth.

I began to masturbate again watching the unbridled sexual circus before me.

When Nina pulled out just short of Kathy reaching a climax, an exhausted and sexually frustrated Kathy fell flat on her boobs and face, practically unconscious. She rubbed the area around her aching asshole but otherwise hardly moved as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Nina then kicked Kathy over on her back and planted her long foot across both of Kathy’s sore boobs.

Nina spent the next half hour posing over Kathy in all of the familiar standard victory poses. She even did some unusual ones, including pushing her foot into Kathy’s mouth, practically ripping it at the corners.

“Your big mouth got you into this mess, now it’s your big mouth that’s swallowing my foot!” Nina taunted Kathy as I climaxed for a second time in less than an hour – another first for me.

Nina again warned Kathy not to tell the police, her husband, my parents – anyone about what she had done to her or Nina would come back and scar Kathy’s tits with lit cigarettes, savagely rip out all of her remaining pussy hairs and shave her head bald.

Totally terrified and convinced Nina would do such wickedly horrid things to her, Kathy promised to keep what had happened to her a secret.

Nina and I got dressed as Kathy lay naked and defeated on the floor. Nina took Kathy’s bra, panties, pants and blouse as souvenirs of her triumph and stuck them in the handbag along with the signed contract, the baggie of Kathy’s pubes, her check for $500 and the strapon device.

As we were leaving I told Kathy I was sorry that my girlfriend had beaten her up so badly. Kathy looked away from me in total shame. I knew what I had done that day by setting up the fight cost me our friendship. It was a friendship I truly would come to miss.

Two weeks later I went to Kathy’s house to again attempt to apologize. But there was no answer at the door. I looked in through the livingroom window and saw the room was void of furniture. Kathy and her family had moved away. I never saw her again.

End of Part 4

Nina again sits on Kathy’s face, this time preparing to deliver a series of hammer-type punches to Kathy’s boobs, belly and pussy.

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

Mixed Emotions Part 5 – The Conclusion

Three weeks later, a letter came in the mail for me with no return address. It was from Kathy. She wrote that she had moved 3,000 miles away to start a new life but that she would never forget or forgive me or Nina for what had happened to her that fateful day.

From the tone of her letter, she apparently did not realize I had set her up. What she blamed me for was not being man enough to step in and stop the awful beating she had received from Nina or prevent the forced blow job and anal sex.

She wrote that she felt terribly betrayed by me for not taking action as any real man would have done.

Kathy also wrote that while her physical wounds would heal over time, the emotional scars from that fight would stay with her a lifetime, which is what she figured Nina wanted her to endure.

Kathy further wrote that she still believed that Nina was too old for me to be dating, but cautioned that if I ever thought about breaking up with her I had better do it gently or otherwise meet a fate similar to her’s.

Kathy said that she did not tell her husband what had happened to her and hid her physical wounds from him by insisting they have sexual relations only in total darkness because she felt unattractive as a result of recent weight gain. Hubby obliged.

Kathy admitted in her letter that, in the weeks just after her beating, sex was too painful for her to experience any enjoyment thanks to the punishment Nina had inflicted on her boobs and pussy. In fact, Kathy wrote, her tits were so sore she couldn’t wear a bra for a month.

Kathy also admitted that mentally she still felt like an inferior woman thanks to Nina’s cruelty and probably never would regain the confidence she once had in herself, much less try to instill it in me or others.

Kathy wrote that after Nina and I left her, before she even showered or put on a robe, she called her husband and asked him to put in for an immediate job transfer because she just hated living on the East Coast.

The transfer came a week later and Kathy wasted no time getting her and her family as far away from me and Nina as she possibly could.

For the longest time I felt a terrible guilt for what I had put this woman through just to satisfy my uncontrolled sexual desires to see two women fight.

Nina, a short time after the fight, told me that the rush she got from beating and humiliating Kathy was a tremendous turn-on for her and that she would be happy to do it again if I had another opponent in mind.

That opportunity never came about as that fall Nina had a big argument with my aunt over borrowing and not returning expensive clothing.

For whatever reason, Nina and my aunt did not come to blows. But Nina was so angry over the incident she quit her airline job and returned to Romania to be closer to her family and old friends.

I do not doubt that Nina also returned to her successful career as a pit fighter and that she undoubtedly went on to humiliate many more women in the same way she practically destroyed Kathy.

Or perhaps, when she got older and her fighting skills deteriorated, Nina got her ass kicked badly by a younger, nastier rival. Who knows?

Although more than 30 years have past since Nina thoroughly embarrassed Kathy in that one-sided CFNF fight, I often think about that exciting encounter – especially of how Nina talked Kathy out of her clothing and forced her to fight naked.

It was a deliciously sexy twist on the usual clothes-ripping catfights that most people say they have witnessed.

I doubt I will ever see another fight like that one. I certainly will never again set another woman up for such a terrible beating. As I said, I have mixed emotions about what I did. Wouldn’t you?

The End.

Nina proudly shows off her impressive size 11 ½ feet.

Hey WTF I know I posted this earlier! ! !

" Hmmm. . . seems you were able to work in a bit of cfnm in your wonderful tale Ciggie.

Bravo! ! Excelent work."

Love

Helen

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

Here are some recent CFNF fight internet finds:

-- Clothed blonde Nazi woman tortures defeated nude brunette foes from unknown source.

-- Party girls amused while sexually torturing a naked rvial from unknown source.

-- Bikini clad Asian woman outwrestles nude opponent from Academy Productions.

-- Robin in blue bikini defeats naked Lisa Comshaw from Les Femmes Fatales.

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

I decided not to contribute to this thread for two weeks just to see what would happen. Nothing. That’s what happened.

Nobody has contributed so much as a new photo or a sentence-long post.

I cannot tell you, my fellow CFNF fight fetish enthusiasts, how discouraged and disappointed I am by the lack of response and contributions outside of what I, Hemo101 and a couple of others have made since I began this thread in August.

I went through all of the old posts on this thread today before I wrote this message and saw that so many different members have thanked me and others for what we have posted.

I also read messages from some readers who have encouraged this thread to continue and not fade away as many other ENF threads have.

But I also came to realize that so few of you have contributed photos or stories to keep this thread alive.
I started this thread because there was nothing else on this ENF message board like it and I believed there were many others who shared the same ENF fantasy I do about one-sided CFNF fights.

And I wanted to encourage fetish wrestling video producers to make more CFNF videos by showing them there was a strong untapped market out there. I guess I have failed at that.

The initial response to this thread was quite encouraging. For a while we were even snowballing with contributions from a number of message board members.

But perhaps we have run the course with this subject. Perhaps this thread has become worn out. The visits are down and the postings outside of what I write have been reduced to zilch – at least during the last two weeks.
We could kid ourselves and blame it on people being too busy during the Christmas season to take the time to post. But I serously doubt that is the reason for the lack of response.

The reason is far more simple than that: Clothed female vs. nude female fighting just is not as popular as I thought it was.

I have come to that conclusion after spending a good deal of time the last couple of weeks reading and studying other threads on this message board and trying to get a better grasp of what this ENF fetish is all about.

ENF indeed is diverse and somewhat complex – from fun and campy, which I like, to outright disgusting.

For example, I do not understand why the girls caught peeing thread is so popular, yet that thread has more than one million visits. CFNF wrestling at the rate it is going will never get a quarter of that number.

I do not wish to be critical of girls peeing or any other fetish, but I just don’t understand what’s so sexy about a woman sitting on a toilet.

Some peeing fans I guess could argue that they are just as offended seeing a photo of a clothed woman triumphantly posing with her foot on the pubic bone of a naked defeated rival following a fight.

I can accept that, though I don’t agree. I feel there is nothing more disgusting than bodily plumbing functions being captured for eternity on film – even if the photo is of a pretty woman pissing or defecating.

But, whether I understand that fetish or not, I have to accept that the girls peeing thread is mainstream ENF – no pun intended – while my CFNF wrestling thread, which I think is a thousand times sexier than women’s toilet habits, is just a fringe kink of the ENF fetish.

Another example that demonstrates the lack of popularity of this thread and its subject is that the plain CFNF thread that was started on June 25, 2008 -- just two months before I began CFNF wrestling – has 90,000 more hits than this similar, albeit more violent, thread.

CFNF wrestling hasn’t even hit the 90,000 visit mark yet.

I have often written that I could not understand why producers of fetish wrestling videos do not produce more CFNF matches. Now I do.

The sad fact is that the CFNF wrestling festish that I thought would draw tremendous response from ENF enthusiasts simply is not all that popular.

In an effort to find my true audience, I recently started a CFNF fights thread on a catfight message board – the one that is listed first on a Google search under “catfight message boards.”

Unfortunately, that board appears to be somewhat new and has so few members it is difficult to draw any concusions at this time. I can only report that the initial response to a story I posted and a bunch of CFNF photos has been tremendously disappointing – even more so than here.

But through it all I also have come to the conclusion that even if there is just one other person who shares the fetish of seeing one woman dominate and strip another woman naked in a fight then I will keep on doing what I can to generate interest through this thread and others.

However, I will be doing it on a much more limited basis until interest among others who share my love of CFNF combat picks up.

To those of you who have written that you want to keep this thread going, I can only respond that you and others have to start contributing more than just writing “let’s keep this thread alive.”

Maybe some of you just don’t know how to contribute.

When I started this thread, I did not know how to post a message or how to upload photos.

I quickly learned how to start a thread and I eventually learned how to post photos. Though I was intimidated at first, I eventually found both procedured to be quite easy.

Since I learned to upload photos, I have posted many CFNF fight photos for which a number of you have given thanks.

If you have photos in your documents file that fit the theme of this thread -- and have not been previously posted here -- and you want to post them but don’t know how, I will be happy to give you step-by-step instructions on how to upload photos.

If you like writing CFNF fight-themed stories but are not confident that you have written a particular story well, click on the “private message” link in the top right corner of this page and send your story to me. I will edit it for you and return it to you with suggestions for rewrites so that you can later post the finished product to this thread with pride.

I will continue to post CFNF fight stories as I write them and photos as I come across them. But until I see some real effort by others to contribute new material, I will not be posting here as often.

After all, another of my reasons for starting this thread was that I would see and add new photos to my archive. That’s the thing about a fetish. You yearn to see new stuff all of the time. I’m no different than the rest of you when it comes to that.

Sadly, however, I have given a lot and received so little from this thread. I know there has to be more out there than what I, Hemo101 and a few other dedicated souls have posted. I’d like to see what the rest of you who like this type of material have got.

There are many threads on this message board where people have posted candid ENF beach shots and nude shots of ordinary folks on vacation.

I’m surprised no one has shared any candid material of real fights they have seen or images of self-produced CFNF fights. I thought by the 22nd or 23rd page of this thread we’d have seen something like that posted.

In this day of cell phone cameras and other digital devices I cannot believe that no one out there has candid shots of a clothed woman and a naked woman playfully wrestling or engaged in a real catfight that they could post.

I also thought by now people would have shared more real life experiences of one-sided catfights or fantasy fights between celebrities similar to the Liz Hurley vs. Diane Kruger and the Jackie Kennedy vs. Marilyn Monroe fight stories I wrote and posted.

Although writing stories well is difficult for some, you don’t need to be a professional writer to describe your fantasies. I’d like to read some of those thoughts, even poorly written accounts.

I would love to see five posts a day to this thread by five different people – even if it is just a single photo or a three-paragraph note describing an incident seen in real life or in a fantasy fight.

That may be a bit ambitious, but zero posts over a two-week period just does not encourage me to go out of my way to keep this thread going.

I can only say that if the CFNF wrestling thread dies because of a lack of interest and contributions, then so be it. I have a clear conscience that I did my part to promote and improve this thread – and keep it alive.

Along those lines – and as thanks for taking the time to read my rant -- here are some CFNF fight photos I recently found on the ‘Net.

Ultimate Surrender already has a lot of what you're talking about covered.

Do you have more like this? I appreciate the actual wrestling in it.

Hi Ciggie!

Look what I got for you and the rest.

Sorry for the quality, but I hope it meets with your approval.

Love

Helen



http://www.megaporn.com/video/?v=W7653LQU

Nice.

I know this has probably been said a hundred times in this thread, but there really is nothing like seeing(or should I say imagining, since there doesn't seem to be a lot of videos on the subject) a catfight in which one of the women is stripped naked and humiliated, all while her opponent remains fully clothed and really goes out of her way to further humiliate the naked woman in various ways, eg. giving the naked woman a good spanking.

I'm writing a CFNF catfight story right now and I'll post it when finished. I may also try doing some CFNF catfight drawings, so if anyone has a sweet image in their head of a naked woman being humiliated in a CFNF catfight, decribe it to me. I may try getting that image on paper. I am not making any promises that I'll post it, however, as I have not had a real lot of experience doing nudes, though I have done many portraits of clothed women. I do not post work that I am not satisfied with.

Great thread.

Hey everyone.

I'm writing a fictional CFNF story with fictional characters right now, just for you guys. I have been writing for some days now, and I think it will be finished in some days. I'm a huge sports fan as you might have guessed before, so it will take place in a stadium. That's all you'll get to know by now.

Stay tuned! :)

Hi Hans!

We await with bated breath your soon to be:

a. Obra maestra;

b. Tour de force;

c. Work of art; or

d. All of the above

I'm actually finishing it right now. I think I will post it earlier than I expected. Maybe already today, if I am lucky!

I can start with the prologue. A part 1 and part 2 will be posted soon.

WARNING! Everyone in this story is fictional. The following story take part in the year of 2010, in New York...

-----THE US OPEN HUMILIATION-----

Prologue:
The US Open's Semi-finals was underway. The first semi-final was between Maria Sharapova and Serena Williams. Malin Englund watched the game from her wardrobe, knowing that she was playing the next match in Flushing Meadows, against Heather Wilson, the home favourite.
Malin quickly became one of the favourites among the viewers. Not only because she played blistering tennis, but also for her stunning body and the cutest face the world had ever seen.
Both Heather and Malin were completely unknown until this year's US Open. Both came out of nowhere, and were suddenly in the semi-finals. Knowing that millions of viewers around the world would watch the match, Malin became a little nervous. Then a little more.
- Game and set, Sharapova, she heard the umpire say on the TV. "Soon it's my turn", she thought fearfully.

Heather Wilson also sat in her wardrobe watching the game, but a lot more confident than her opponent. This was her big opportunity. In front of all her friends, and in her home city. If she won today, she would play in the US Open final, and that alone would top things for her.
- Game and set, Williams, Heather registered from the TV. "Time for me to get changing", and she put on her completely white outfit. She was ready to go, ready for the time of her life.

Meanwhile, Malin was figuring out what her outfit would be. She decided to wear a full black outfit, revealing a little as possible. She wore black boxers under the black skirt, just so the viewers wouldn't be seeing to much of her beautiful ass on display. Because there were going to be a lot of viewers...
- Game, set and match, Sharapova...

Part 1:

"Welcome to this second semi-final, between Malin Englund, and your home favourite - Heather Wilson!", the speaker announced, with a huge roar from the crowd when Heather was mentioned. Then some information followed on the big screen:
Name: Malin Englund
Nationality: Swedish
Hair color: Blond
Date of birth: June 11th, 1988
Place of birth: Gothenburg, Sweden.
Height: 5-foot-8-inches
Player type: All-rounder.
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Name: Heather Wilson
Nationality: North-American
Hair color: Brunette
Date of birth: October 13th, 1987
Place of Birth: New York City, New York.
Height: 6-foot-2-inches
Player type: Hard hitter/power serves.

They warmed up for a while, and already in the early stages of the warm-up, Malin annoyed Heather. When they were warming up with serves, Malin hit Heather with a pretty well strucked serve, and Heather got pissed off. "Sorry, I didn't mean to", Malin tried to show with her hands. This only made Heather more convinced to win the match.

The match started. Malin were the first to serve. She did well, and brought home the first game of the match. Then it was Heather's turn to serve. Her first serve was so hard, that Malin didn't even try hitting a return ball. "F*cking psycho", she whispered for herself. Heather brought home the second game, and they were off.

Fifteen minutes later, Heather gained her first set, after gaining six games to Malin's one. Malin was getting frustrated. She was practically shot at out there. She had never played against a so strong player before, and was positive that many of Heather's hits were out.

The second set started the same way as the first set ended. It seemed like Heather tried to kill her opponent, with her extreme power in her serves. "40-love" the umpire said after her third ace in the same game. "No, you can't mean that?!" Malin yelled out to the umpire. "I'm a hundred percent positive that that serve was a fault", she proclaimed. "Shut up, Malin, you're just afraid of losing. And you know, you are losing, big time" Heather said to Malin with a evil smile. Malin played on, just to witness the fourth ace in a row, and another loss of a game.

In the second game, it happened again. Heather slammed the ball at Malin, and this time Malin walked over to the umpire to tell him what she thought of that. Now Heather was fed up with Malin's constant nagging. "I've had it with you! Can you please just play the game?", Heather yelled to her. "Shut up, b*itch, I'll to anything to strip you from this victory after the match" Malin yelled back at her, just to hear the spectators boo at her. "Oh yeah? I'll beat your ass anytime" Heather started, with a huge roar from the spectators. "Bring it, then" Malin yelled back at her, but regretted that at once. She knew she never had a chance against Heather, and what would that woman do to her if she wanted to? Well, she won't do it, Malin thought.

But suddenly, Heather came over to the other side and started to push Malin. She pinned her to the ground, and sat on her chest. The crowd was now cheering "strip her, strip her, strip her!" and Malin suddenly understood what that they didn't mean for the match, but her clothes. "Oh my god, you can't do that do me", Malin begged. "Oh really?" Heather responded, and grasped a handful of her top. She started to slowly pull it off, with Malin struggling on the ground. But Heather were to strong, and the top eventually started ripping off Malin, revealing a black bra. Heather then stepped up, and Malin started to run against the exit. "Excuse me, miss Englund" the umpire said. "If you go through that door, you will forfeit this match". Malin then decided to try and take Heather down. She started to run against Heather, but only to be pushed to the ground once again. Heather then violently pulled off Malin's shoes and socks. "Now you won't be getting anywhere on this hard court" Heather said with the same evil smile she've had before in this match.

Part 2:

Still lying on the ground, Malin suddenly felt a great tug on her bra. "NO, not my bra!" she begged. "Actually, I was happy with leaving you in your underwear, but since you tried to escape and then tried to jump me, I'll take it just some steps further", Heather said before she RIPPED off the entire bra, followed by a gigantic scream from the now topless and barefooted Malin. She managed to get on her feet, and run over to the umpire. "You'll have to stop this! Please, do something". "I'm sorry, but this is something you have to settle yourselves", the umpire answered, as he saw that Heather was coming onto Malin from behind. Malin didn't notice...

She grabbed hold of the waistband of Malin's skirt. "Wh-wh-what are you doing?", Malin asked. "I'm going to pants you if you not answer me correct on this question. Who won the US Open for men in 2001?" Malin was shaking with fear. Her biggest fear of all was to be naked infront of people. All her life she had been really shy and didn't even shower with other girls after the gym. She had to get this answer right! "Lleyton Hewitt?", she answered. "Correct, Malin. Now I won't pants you" Heather responded, but followed up. "NOT!" as she pulled down Malin's skirt with force, revealing her black boxers underneath. Malin screamed, took a step backwards, and trembled in her skirt that was now wrapped around her ankles. She fell on her back, as her arms spread out and uncovering her amazingly well shaped breasts. The crowd was going wild!

Malin, lying on her back, was looking up at Heather standing right over her. "Ok, I give up, you got me in only my boxers!" Malin begged. "Yeah, but the evening is coming up. And I'm missing something...", Heather said back. "What?" Malin asked with fear in her eyes. "Well, I'm not seeing the moon"...

Heather lifted Malin up, and hung her over her shoulders, with Malin's faced away from her back. Heather had full control over Malin's ass and legs. Malin was trying real hard to escape her grasp, by hitting Heather on her back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you", Heather said, and started to tickle Malin under her feet. "PLEASE! STOP!" she laughed in a painfull way. Heather stopped, and went slowly to Malin's boxers. "I'm sensing a full moon tonight, people. Do you agree?", Heather yelled to the audience. "Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass" the spectators yelled back. Malin was overwhelmed with fear. She begged to god for not getting bareassed infront of everyone at Flushing Meadows. And as she thought of that, she also remembered the fact that there were millions of viewers on the TV too!

Heather now gripped the elastic band of Malin's boxers. Slowly she began to pull, and slowly more and more her asscrack came into view. Then Heather thought of a great way to get it off, without getting all of the blame herself. She tipped Malin over her back, forcing Malin to fall to the ground with her face first. When she fell, Heather grabbed her panties with both of her hands, which meant only one thing: When Malin fell down, her panties did too!

When she hit the ground with her hands, she suddenly realized it. She was completely naked at the semi-finals in US Open! Everyone could see her tits, feet, ass, and pussy! Heather then lifted her up in the same posision as she held her in before she fell. "Everybody, I present to you... The full moon!" to the audience's hugest roar today. "OH MY GOD, I'M NAKED!" Malin screamed out. The umpire stepped onto the field. "You haven't managed to keep your uniform on, miss Englund. Therefore I must say: Game, set and match, Heather Wilson!" With her naked ass sticking up in the air, Malin just wanted to run, but the strong grasp of Heather prevented that from happening. She feared of what would happen next...

Epilogue:

Heather sat down that night and began to surf the net, just to see if there were any articles on this yet. And as you guessed, yes, every newspaper wrote about the incident, even with pictures! Even videos on YouTube showed the entire incident.

One of the newspapers' words:

"HUMILIATED

After taking a heavy beating in the US Open semi-final, Malin Englund started a fight with home favourite Heather Wilson. She was not only stripped from the victory, but also her clothes. Not a single clothing was left on her totally naked body. After she was bared infront of all the spectators, both on TV and Flushing Meadows, Heather Wilson tied her to one of the stands. Everyone could do anything to her, and we counted six orgasms from the poor, beautiful Swedish girl.

Well, you could easily say that this wasn't her lucky day. We are unsure of where she is now, and have been unable to reach her."

-----------------

Back at Flushing Meadows, Malin was still tied to the stand. Bareassed naked, spanked a thousand times and fingered to completion to many times have made her exhausted. One last time, she tried to call someone.

"Help?! Anyone?! Oh my god, please, help me!"

The end...!

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

Hi fellow CFNF wrestling fans.

To answer Robin's question first: Go to Yahoo Groups and join the Academy Wrestling group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/academywrestling.

There is a lot of stuff there, though I caution you that Academy Productions is primarily NFNF and topless vs. topless. However, during some of those matches -- at certain points -- there are photos where one gal is clothed while the other is nude. You have to sift through a lot of images to find the CFNF fight stuff. Good luck.

To Helen: Great video! What show is that from? I wish it was not pixilated, but it was nevertheless a marvelous example of a CFNF fight, with the clothed brunette kicking the naked blond's ass. Naturally, I wish the fight was longer with the brunette doing some real humiliating things to the blond, still what was videotaped was fantastic!

Thanks for sharing that wonderful clip!

And finally to Hans: That was a very good story. I liked the tennis theme and I could easily picture in my mind what you were describing. I was not, however, familiar with the two pro tennis players you described.

I know who Serena Williams and Venus Williams are, and I think they are hot. But I am not familiar with many of today's women's tennis stars as I was with those of the past -- Billie Jean King, Chris Everet, Martina Navratilova, etc.

In your future stories when you are writing about women who have reached celebrity status but are not yet household names you might want to consider writing a little more detail about how they look, with hair and eye color and other physical attributes.

Or, beter yet, if you have images of the players could you post them with your stories? After I file this message I am going to surf the 'Net looking for photos of the two women you described, especially Heather!

Thanks to everyone for contributing. You have really made my New Year!

That picture on the front page - Oh my god. The moment I saw that I knew I had to join. I love how that position reveals all of the woman's most intimate areas(I mean, if she weren't wearing those panties), all while she's basically helpless and at the mercy of her opponent unless her opponent's weight isn't enough to keep her pinned to the floor. Now imagine the woman on top being fully clothed and the woman on the bottom completely naked. Better yet, also imagine the top woman spanking the ass and fingering the pussy of the bottom woman. That's humiliation.

On the seventeenth page of this thread I also noticed some nice pictures of women being held in very similar positions. I was particularly impressed by the fifth picture because the position shown seems like it would be really effective in keeping a naked opponent pinned to the floor, allowing the dominating woman to punish or play with the naked woman's intimate parts as she pleases. That position, however, doesn't seem reveal much of the woman's pussy to anyone except for the dominating woman. For that reason, the seventeenth picture is great. It reveals the naked woman's ass, pussy, and breasts all at once, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Does anyone know if these positions have any particular names? I would like to include some of these positions in in my short stories, but sometimes I have difficulty describing all of these various positions and I think the reader could become confused at times. However I also hate to simply mention the name of the position and assume that the reader knows what I'm talking about and can form a vivid image of the action in his/her head. I like to keep the action in my stories simple and easy for the reader to imagine, but some of these positions are just too humiliating to pass up.

I hope you liked it, but I don't think I said my point clear enough before the story.

My story was fictional in every way. Malin Englund and Heather Wilson are just two characters I've made up myself, with birthdates and all. I did that to avoid to offend someone. Williams and Sharapova are the only two real persons in the story. Therefore I don't think, unfortunately, you will find any pictures of my made-up characters. Shame really, because my imagination of how Malin was were really amazing. I think, for myself, that she's the most sexy fictional character I have made up. In my mind that is. I'm Norwegian, and we Norwegians have a thing for Swedish girls...

Well, I will write more stories in the future, if that is wanted. I found out that writing a longer story (than I usually do) actually was kind of fun. And if you guys consider it to be a good contribution, I'm only happy to continue doing it!

Please do Hans. For my part I shall check on this thread more often to catch your next stories. Also to increase the number of views, so as to make Ciggie a little more happy.

CFNF Fights
 

Hi Hans:

Boy do I have egg on my face. I thought they were real women pro tennis players!

No wonder I couldn't find photos of Heather or Malin anywhere! I went so far as to try to find statistics about them on pro tennis Web sites!

I was wondering why I had never even heard of those players and soon came to the realization that it was because they did not exist.

You had me thinking that life was really passing me by. I mean I'm not the biggest tennis fan, but you convinced me they were real palyers, especially with the birthdays, nationalities, heights and everything!

I salute your crushing serve.

Ace! Hans 15, Cigar love.

In the future, Hans, you can use real celebrities as your characters. It is your fantasy and opinions. I would not worry about them being insulted or suing you. I've read hundreds of celebrity fictional fight accounts on places like Knm and Ginny's story board and I doubt either of them have ever been ordered to remove a story because some celebrity was miffed.

When you are a public figure -- that is if you put yourself in the public light -- you are fair game to be the subject of someone's wild fantasies and conjecture. That's part of the price you pay for giving up a piece of your privacy by seeking widespread publicity.

Celebrities sue publications when they print falsehoods as though they were the truth.

There is no question that the stuff we print here is pure fantasy.

Whatever you decide, don't stop writing CFNF fighting stories. Keep up the good work.

Thanks for the link. CFNF, NFNF, CFCF is all good, I do like the variety. Having some good wrestling in there I think is the best deal. There's something about seeing the skin flushed from working really hard that you don't see in staged photos.

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

Here is a CFNF fight alert that may interest many of you.

In several Yahoo Groups that have female wrestling themes someone has in recent days posted a series of photos from a company called femwars.com.

The photos depict a woman in a black one-piece swimsuit and white ankle-high wrestling boots taking on a barefoot woman in a white bikini.

The final photo of the match shows the black suited, booted woman standing over the other woman who is face down and nude on a mat.

The woman in the black suit is holding the two pieces of the defeated gal’s white bikini in her right hand and is smirking at her naked rival.

It is really hot! (I especially like the contrast where a woman in boots beats a barefooted woman. It really enhances the CFNF theme.)

Unfortunately I cannot post the photo here because it is watermarked “femwars.com,” and the moderators of this board do not allow the posting of watermarked photos.

But many of you belong to Yahoo Groups and, as I said, the series of photos is posted to a number of wrestling related groups so you should have little trouble finding it.

Strangely enough, the photo was not posted to the femwars.com Yahoo Group, nor could I find it on the femwars.com Web site.

The photo series is interesting for a number of obvious reasons. But the one that most intrigues me is that the producers at femwars.com have not been known for being into the CFNF thing in their past productions.

Femwars.com has been around a short while and is primarily known for featuring CFCF matches of atractive women in exotic wrestling costumes, employing such holds as the p*ssy wedgie, c*ntbusting and temporarily exposing an opponent’s nude ass cheeks.

This latest find from femwars.com is the first photo I have seen that gives any indication that this company is experimenting with producing CFNF fights. I hope it is not the last.

When I started this thread I had hoped that a number of producers of fetish wrestling videos would take note that there is a market out there that wants to see more CFNF fights and not just the usual CFCF, NFNF and topless vs. topless stuff that inunadates the fetish wrestling market.

Maybe our message is reaching more producers who in the future will salt and pepper in a few CFNF fight productions with the standard stuff.

Also, I agree with Robin that when it comes to CFCF, NFNF, TFTF, CFNF, etc. it is all good. But the clothed vs. clothed, nude vs. nude and topless vs. topless fight genres do not need advocates like CFNF does.

Those other forms are the standards that every new producer is going to market because they are safe and potentially profitable.

They are part of a formula that has worked since the early 1950s when the recently deceased legendary Bettie Page rolled around on a studio floor, tussling with fellow Irving Klaw models in lingerie, black stockings, garters and stiletto heels.

It takes guts and a degree of risk for video producers to try something different and make well-scripted matches where one woman dominates another in a one-sided fight, strips and humiliates her -- and for the naked losing woman to sell that she really is an ENF.

Let’s hope in 2009 we see more fetish wresling video producers taking that chance and producing more of the type of material that the frequenters of this thread really enjoy.

Ah . . . a new quest. . .the grail awaits.

you guys might get a kick out of this
 

Cute Girl in Mini Skirt gets Her Shirt and Bra Pulled Off during a Fight


http://theync.com/media.php?name=723...-in-mini-skirt




It's a shame there isn't more staged one sided strip fight around

Naked Catfight
 

Hi Ciggie and the others,

Found another interesting vid. Sorry really for the quality, but you just may like it.

http://www.theync.com/media.php?name...-in-the-street

Seemed to have been a problem in the link. I'm quoting the complete passage, hoping this works.

Happy hunting guys.

Originally Posted by osreb View Post
Girl street fight - 1 gal in street dressed only a towel (where did she come from?)
has towel ripped off.

voices are in Spanish so any interpretation is appreciated.

http://www.theync.com/media.php?name...-in-the-street

def a prob with the link. can you try sort of spelling it out and leave spaces or something?

well i found it, anyone who wants to see it, until someone posts a working link, just type ...

towel fight site:theync.com

in to google.

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

Wow, that was a great video clip! Sort of.

I’m not so sure that the nearly naked gal lost that fight. If I had to pick a winner, I’d have to give it to the nudie on points.

The girl in the towel was pretty aggressive and did not seem to mind losing her towel on a public street. That kind of goes against everything we’ve been writing about here.

In fact, her friends seemed a lot more concerned about the woman’s nudity than she did!

Also, when the clothed woman stripped her opponent down to her panties she did not take advantage of the clothing disparity. She did not go for the nipples or work to get the panties off of her foe.

It seems to me that when one woman gets another in such a humiliating position she would take greater advantage of it. Instead they both seemed content to yank on each other’s hair. That was a little disappointing.

Still, it was great to see what appears to be a real life CFNF video. And even if it were staged it was quite erotic and believable.

I would like to know more of the backstory to that incident.

Why was the one woman standing outdoors in the rain in just a towel? There has to be some interesting explanation for that.

Does the video cameraman or anyone know the story behind that fight? Was an explanation published along with the original posting of it on thenyc.com website?

I’m just curious because part of the eroticism of a CFNF fight is the circumstances that brought about the battle.

CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.
 

I realize the moderators of this message board do not encourage reposts, especially from other threads, but I saw these photos on others threads (clothed/unclothed and CFNF on the Beach) that I wish were posted on this thread.

So I am reposting them here for the purpose of demonstration only.

Photos, in general, are – as the old saying goes – worth 1,000 words. Some photos depict one thing, but often can be interpreted as depicting something else. This definitely is the case here.

I often download photos from clothed/unclothed threads because I imagine them being before and after photos from a catfight – the first depicting a confident clothed lady and the second showing the same woman naked and embarrassed after losing a one-sided fight.

Usually those photos have only the one woman clothed and then nude. But the one I am reposting here has the element of a second woman in the after photo – supposedly the victorious clothed opponent.

In that clothed/unclothed photo, I see with my imagination’s eye a proud, clothed woman looking confident before a fight and in the second photo that same gal nude and stressed as a result of losing a catfight and getting kicked in the crotch by a platinum blond rival in a white bikini.

In the other photos, I’m sure they depict some women having fun on the beach, but they look like one bikini-clad woman struggling to hold a naked gal down so her bikinied friend can take embarassing photos of the nude woman.

The final photo shows what can be interpreted as the bikini clad ladies laughing and joking with a guy as the naked gal remains face down on the beach hiding her most intimate parts from view.