Spring Break Catfight Part 10
As Leslie pondered her situation, she knew the blonde was right and fought to keep from crying.
“Oh, and your friends, they are f*cked as well. Literally, they are f*cked! Cindy told me what she had planned to do. I’m glad I’m not that fat boobed cow Dana. Cindy's probably already making her fuck some random guy at the hotel right now.” Jeanette added.
Leslie squirmed a little and then stopped when she felt Jeanette tighten her hold around her neck and her fingers around her nipple..
“See you’re learning," Jeanette said. "You struggle I tighten -- get it?
"I can’t wait to parade you into the hotel room naked and beaten. Dana will lose all hope of you saving her. The look on her face will be priceless.
"I had a lot of time to think of what I could do to you while we were collecting your things as you and your friends were passed out. This is going to be the best week ever.” Jeanette whispered into Leslie's ear.
Jeanette released her hold. But before Leslie could figure out what was happening the blonde pushed her over face first into the sand with her ass sticking up. With a giggle Jeanette patted Leslie's up-turned ass with her foot after the blonde made it to her feet. She stood back as she watched Leslie regain her senses and then rise to her hands and knees.
“Come on girl, I have a few more tricks to show you. It’s not over.” Jeanette said.
Leslie slowly rose to her feet from her knees. As she stood before Jeanette, Leslie couldn’t bring herself to look the cheerleader in the eyes. She was too embarrassed. The brunette kept her eyes on Jeanette's waist, waiting for any movement from her adversary, hoping the blonde would give her time to recover.
“Come on Lezzy lets rassle.” Jeanette said.
Leslie had other plans as she decided to fight dirty to do whatever it took to win the fight. As Jeanette approached, Leslie reached up and grabbed one of the blonde’s full boobs with one hand while slapping at the startled blonde’s face. A surprised Jeanette squealed as Leslie's nail sank into her captured jug.
“Shit!” Jeanette wailed as her head snapped around from the first slap.
To hear Jeanette react with pain heartened Leslie and spurred her on to attack with gusto. She backhanded the surprised blonde and then balled her fist as she kept her tit hold on her opponent.
Jeanette was busy trying to pry Leslie's hand from her boob when the brunette struck her square in the gut. As she blonde doubled over from the punch, Leslie brought up her knee to catch Jeanette on the cheerleader's free boob.
Jeanette grunted as Leslie's knee compressed her tit. She reacted by reaching down before Leslie could recoil her leg and grabbing the back of the brunette’s knee. A surprised Leslie let go of Jeanette's breast as she tried to balance herself.
Jeanette lifted Leslie’s captured knee as high as she could and then kicked Leslie's exposed crotch, knocking the brunette off balance and onto her ass.
“Ugh f*ck!” Leslie yelled as she tried to shake her leg loose from Jeanette's grip.
As she leered down at Leslie, Jeanette twisted the downed woman’s leg forcing Leslie to roll over on her stomach. When she had her in place Jeanette stood straddling the brunette facing her feet, slid her hands up from Leslie's knee to her ankle and then pulled back.
Leslie screamed as her back bowed when Jeanette pulled back and up on Leslie's leg. Jeanette yanked as far as she could pulling Leslie's lower half off the sand.
“You’re going to pay for grabbing my boob, bi*ch,” Jeanette threatened.
As Leslie tried to push herself off the sand and roll onto her side, Jeanette stuck a foot in the middle of Leslie's back, putting even more pressure on the brunette’s straining muscles. Leslie wailed in pain as Jeanette rocked back and forth.
Just when Leslie thought her back would explode, Jeanette eased the pressure. The brunette’s relief was short as Jeanette seized Leslie's other leg and then scooted back pulling both the brunette’s legs back to her butt.
“Let me hear you scream girl,” Jeanette taunted as she slipped her grip up to Leslie's knees and then pulled the girl’s bent legs back even more in a Boston crab.
Leslie fought to keep from screaming as long as she could but soon succumbed to the pain.
“That’s it, cry like a bi*ch.” Jeanette said as she slid back to Leslie's shoulders and poured on even more pressure.
Leslie was in tears now, crying from the pain shooting through her back and stomach. The blonde held Leslie in agonizing pain relishing feeling the brunette’s body shudder with sobs.
An idea came to Jeanette as she looked down at the brunette’s scrunched up bottoms trying to cover Leslie's quivering muscular ass. With a giggle Jeanette released the painful hold to grab a hold of Leslie's bottoms and then pulled the material deep into her foe’s buttocks, giving Leslie a painful wedgie.
Jeanette released Leslie's knees letting them flop down in the sand before wheeling around on the brunette’s back facing Leslie's head. Leslie tried to push up but Jeanette reached down grabbing the brunette’s chin by interlocking her fingers.
Leslie had watched enough wrestling to know what Jeanette was about to do to her and tried to roll over to avoid the dreaded camel clutch. She failed. Jeanette leaned back pulling Leslie's upper torso off the sand to her waist. Leslie would have screamed in pain but Jeanette's tight hold prevented even that.
Jeanette relished the feel of holding her enemy helpless.
Before Jeanette released the hold, the cheerleader physically broke Leslie. After letting Leslie's face fall back to the sand, the athletic tall brunette became a limp rag doll. Jeanette patiently took her time putting Leslie in one humiliating painful hold after another before Leslie screamed out her final submission.
The final hold came after Jeanette had Leslie's face trapped between her thighs. Jeanette leaned back on her elbows, sitting with Leslie’s nose inches away from the cheerleader's crotch.
Jeanette laughed as she watched Leslie's cheeks scrunch up when she applied the pressure. Pain racked Leslie's body with Jeanette's legs folded up under Leslie's neck and back. As soon as Jeanette pushed Leslie's forehead back and squeezed her thighs together Leslie caved in.
“Stop, please!” Leslie begged.
End of Part 10
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