CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.

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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.

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Originally Posted by hemo101

WOW! ! !

This thread is starting to move. Greetings to all the newbies (he1 he! he!) who came on board and the oldies who finally spoke up and exercised their God given right to post and be heard. May both your tribes increase to keep this thread alive, and Ciggie happier still.

Sorry I have been busy of late and can but contribute just one pic which I think would lead to a scintilating cfnf catfight scenario.

Love

Helen

Ooooh where did you find this 1??

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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.

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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.