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Spring Break Catfight Part 4
Kelly let go of Dana's shirt. She reached around and grabbed Dana's arms and pulled them down to the busty girl’s side. A helpless Dana looked over at Cindy who had an evil smile on her scratched and splotchy red face.
With no mercy, Cindy wailed on Dana's jutting tits. Cindy slapped, punched and tried to pinch Dana's tits through her bra. On occasion, Cindy went lower with her punches to give Dana's gut a dose of abuse. But, for the most part, Dana's jugs took the brunt of Cindy's wrath.

“How do you like your udders now bi*ch?” Cindy asked rhetorically to a crying Dana.

“Go check on Jeanette,” Cindy said to Kelly, as Dana seemed to give up the fight and take her beating.

As Kelly let go of Dana to head off to find Jeanette, Cindy pushed Dana on her back. The busty girl fell back with her head hanging off the bed and Cindy straddled Dana's stomach.
Cindy continued her tit assault as Dana kicked and twisted to throw Cindy off her. Dana had little leverage as Cindy easily kept her dark haired foe under control. The blows that took the fight completely out of Dana came when Cindy clasped her hands together and brought them crashing down onto Dana's exposed stomach and crotch.

Kelly followed the grunting noises coming from the bathroom and found Jeanette and Leslie on their knees with fingers interlocked above their heads trying to force the other to the floor.
She thought about pulling Leslie over on her back as she had done to Dana but decided instead to hurt the tall athletic girl.
Kelly drew back her foot and launched a soccer style kick to Leslie's exposed crotch. As soon as the foot struck it’s intended target, Jeanette was able to throw Leslie to the side making the stunned girl crash against the bathroom sink cabinet and then bounce to the floor.
Wasting no time Jeanette climbed on top of the taller girl who was cringing on her side. In a fluid movement, Jeanette rolled onto her side while slipping her legs around Leslie's midsection executing a perfect leg scissors. Leslie groaned as she felt Jeanette's strong legs tighten around her injured ribs and stomach.
Kelly secured Leslie's arms and watched Jeanette torture the trapped girl with her legs.

“Nighty night Lezzy.” Jeanette cooed as she wrapped her hands around Leslie's neck.

“Oh my God don’t kill her!” Kelly yelled.

Jeanette winked at her friend as Leslie's eyes bulged out. Leslie fought to breathe. The trapped girl gagged and shook her head as she panicked from the loss of breath. As soon as she felt Leslie go limp, Jeanette released her grip on the brunette’s neck.
After checking Leslie's breathing, she nodded at Kelly and then untangled her legs from the passed out girl’s waist.

“She’s just out. She’ll be alright,” Jeanette assured Kelly.

“Let’s go check on Cindy.” Jeanette suggested.

“She’s got her by the boobs!” Kelly replied with a laugh.

Kelly and Jeanette walked out of the bathroom to find Cindy still atop Dana working over the beaten girl’s now naked boobs. Cindy was twisting and pulling on a nipple. Dana was crying.

“Watch this.” Cindy said and then pulled on Dana's captured nipple and stretched her tit as far as she could pull.

Jeanette and Kelly laughed watching Dana's udder stretch to its max and snap back against her chest after Cindy let it go.

“Oh my god.” Jeanette laughed.

“This is so much fun.” Cindy exclaimed as she slapped Dana's bare tits back and forth.

Kelly saw Kathy stirring on the other side of the bed and made a dash to continue her fight. Kathy cringed in fear as she retreated to a corner seeing her friend defeated.

“Come here bi*ch!” Kelly yelled as she grabbed Kathy by an arm to pull her away from the wall.

It didn’t take much effort for Kelly to control the frightened redhead as she maneuvered behind Kathy while twisting the cringing girl’s arms behind her back. After immobilizing Kathy's arms, she walked the captured girl over to the bed to where she had a close up view of Cindy torturing Dana.

Jeannette jumped into the action and straddled Dana's neck, facing Cindy while pulling Dana's face into the seat of Jeanette's shorts. Jeanette crossed her ankles and then squeezed her thighs cutting off Dana's air. The trapped girl kicked her legs frantically as Jeanette suffocated the busty girl into unconsciousness.

“That was easy,” Cindy commented giving Dana's naked boobs one last slap before climbing off the passed out girl.

“Alright bi*ch, when those two c*nts wake up pack your shit and check the f*ck out,” Jeanette told Kathy.

Kathy started to respond when Cindy interrupted her.

“No, wait. I have a better idea -- let’s have some fun with them,” Cindy said.

“What?” Jeanette asked.

“You’ll see,” Cindy replied with a evil glint in her eyes.
End of Part 4

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Spring Break Catfight Part 5

Leslie awoke face down with her face on something soft. As she rose up and focused on what her face had been resting on she realized it was a woman’s pubic mound.
After scrambling away from whomever it was, Leslie realized it was her best friend on her back, naked, and spread-eagle. Leslie felt the cool room air on her bare skin and realized she too had been stripped nude.
Panic struck the confused girl as she looked around for Kathy and realized her friend was not in the room.

Leslie shook Dana awake and noticed the scratches on her best friend’s big boobs. She breathed a sigh of relief as Dana began to stir to consciousness. As Dana began to focus, Leslie noticed her luggage and purse were missing.

“Leslie,” Dana said groggily.

“Dana, I don’t know what happened but all our stuff is gone and Kat is missing,” Leslie cried.

“Oh my god, I’m naked. Oh shit my tits!” Dana said as she rubbed her aching udders.

Leslie looked around and noticed a note on top of the dresser.

“Shit, those f*cking bi*ches.” Leslie murmured.

Leslie read the note: “Hey losers, if you want your clothes, money, and friend, put on the two towels we left for you and come down to room 133. Otherwise we're taking your clothes to Goodwill, spending your money and kicking your friend out of the hotel room naked as you are in the morning.
"Don’t bother calling the hotel security or police. My uncle is part owner of this hotel and I’ve known the manager since I was a little girl.
"P.S. you two look hot together all knocked out and naked. The pictures came out really great! If you don’t want them floating around on the internet do what I say. And don’t think that was the only pose we had you in when you woke up. Do you like the way each other smells? See ya bi*ches in a little while -- Cindy.”

“Oh God we can’t go down there,” Dana whined.

“We don’t have a choice unless you want those pictures floating around on the 'net," Leslie said. "And think about Kat. We can’t leave her. Besides they have our keys.”

“F*ck it. I’ll call the police. I bet they don’t own them.” Dana argued.

“Dana, face it we lost. Do you really want everybody else to find out about this? They will probably pay a little fine or their daddies will get them a good lawyer and at worst they will get probation, if anything. They've got us,” Leslie replied.

Dana put her head down and began to cry. Leslie hugged her friend for support and cried herself.

“It’s not fair -- it’s just not fair!” Dana whined.

“I know, but we don’t have to put up with them much longer. We’ll be gone after the summer and we'll never see them again. Let’s go down there get our stuff back and get out of here,” Leslie suggested.

“You know it won’t be that simple. There is no telling what they will make us do. They will hold this over our heads forever.” Dana countered.

Leslie knew deep down Dana was right but she didn’t see any other way out of their predicament. Going to the police would just bring on more torment and public humiliation.
Leslie could just see the pictures floating around the internet. And if the papers in her hometown got a hold of the story, she would never live it down.

“I know Dana but let’s just tell them they won and that they are better and we are sorry. Let them have their fun and then, as much as I hate to do it, beg them to leave us alone,” Leslie said.

“Alright let’s get it over with,” Dana replied.

The girls each grabbed a towel and tried to fix them to cover all their private parts. Dana chest didn’t allow her to knot the towel around her so she had to hold the two ends together.
There was an enticing opening down her right side revealing her the side of her boob and thighs. She knew she had no chance of passing the towel off as covering a bathing suit. A person looking at her would know Dana was naked except for the towel.
Leslie's problem was with her tall body. The bottom of the towel barely covered her ass and if she lowered it to cover her bottom the top of her nipple peeked out over the top.
The two dreaded leaving the room dressed as they were and decided to take the stairs and hope nobody saw them.
End of Part 5

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Spring Break Catfight Part 6

As they were getting ready to leave, Dana realized that Cindy and her friends had even taken their room keys.
Horrible thoughts filled the defeated girls' heads. They imagined all the things that could happen to them once they left the safety of their room. Leslie peeked down the hall a couple of times to check for people. It was the afternoon and there were plenty of people coming and going.

“We’ll never get out of here without being seen. There is a room party six doors down from ours.” Leslie commented.

“F*ck it, let’s just go.” Dana said with a defeated tone in her voice.

Leslie nodded her head and opened the door. Dana followed her taller friend out the door and down the hall making a beeline straight for the exit stairs.
They heard wolf whistles and catcalls before they made it to the stair’s doors. On the way down the stairs, they ran into a group of girls and heard several comments about their outfits.
Leslie heard one girl call them a sl*t. On the bottom floor there were even more people. Laughter and taunting filled their ears.

Leslie knocked on room 133 and waited for an answer. She heard giggling on the other side of the door. Dana turned red.

“Who is it?” a voice asked.

“It’s us,” Leslie answered.

There was more giggling

“Who?” The voice asked.

“Leslie and Dana,” Leslie replied.

“I’m sorry we are waiting for a couple of bi*ches. Are you the bi*ches?” The voice asked.

“Yes,” Leslie said with a sigh.

“Say it then,” the voice demanded.

“We are the bi*ches,” Leslie said after moments pause.

A couple of bikini-clad girls passing by stopped and laughed, thinking a couple of their friends were playing a prank on the girls.

“I sorry I didn’t hear you,” the voice said.

“We’re the bi*ches!” Leslie said with more volume.

The bikinied girls, standing no more than a foot from the toweled gals, laughed louder.
All four girls saw a group of guys heading their way. The bikinied beauties decided to make Leslie and Dana's life even more miserable. With a nod to each other, the girls in the swimsuits reached out and ripped off Leslie's and Dana's towels and then took off running down the hall laughing.

“Oh my god, open the f*cking door!” a naked Dana screamed, crouching behind an equally nude Leslie.

Leslie could hear the giggling turn to laughter behind the door as she desperately tried to cover herself with her hands. The guys coming down the hall cheered and picked up their pace heading toward Dana and Leslie.

“Say please,” the voice demanded.

“Please, oh god, please open the door,” Leslie said almost crying now.

Just before the horny, drunken guys were in arm's reach of Leslie and Dana, the door swung open and the nude girls dashed into the room.
End of Part 6

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Spring Break Catfight Part 7
Once in the room, the first thing Leslie and Dana noticed was that they were being videotaped. Kelly had a camcorder and Jeanette had a digital camera. The next thing they noticed was Kathy sitting naked at the table by the sliding glass door leading out to the beach, her arms and legs tied to the chair.

“Come on drop those hands and smile for the cameras, losers.” Cindy demanded after closing the door in the guys' faces.

Leslie dropped her hands but refused to smile while Dana kept her right arm across her chest and her left hand down covering her pussy.

“I said drop your hands sl*t.” Cindy ordered Dana.

Dana thought for a minute about renewing their fight but knew the odds of her winning were slim, especially against a fully cothed rival. And Dana knew the repercussions against her and her tender prized boobs would be severe.
So Dana slowly lowered her hands showing off Cindy's handy work from the previous fight.
Jeanette took a full body nude photo of Dana and then focused on the thick but slim patch of pubic hair the dark haired busty girl sported. Cindy ordered Dana to turn around so Kelly and Jeanette could record Dana's bare backside. Jeanette and Kelly did the same to Leslie but Dana was the focus of the humiliation.

“I take it you read the note," Cindy said. "We have decided that instead of sending you home we will have a little fun with you this week.
"As long as you do what we say none of this will get back home. We’ll keep the photos and the videos to keep you quiet. I promise we won’t show them to anyone. Now if you start acting like bi*ches the deal is off,” Cindy offered.

Dana contemplated telling Cindy to “fuck off” but begrudgingly agreed to the terms, as did Leslie.

“Good, now Leslie put your hands behind your back and turn around.” Cindy ordered.

Leslie did as she was told and Jeanette began to tie Leslie's hands behind her back with a bra. Dana looked on with worry as Jeanette bound her friend. She had never seen Leslie look so defeated and helpless. That thought scared her.

“Alright Dana, bend over and grab your ankles feet wide apart.” Cindy commanded.

With a slight hesitation, Dana did as she was told, giving Cindy, Jeanette and Kelly an excellent view of her most private parts. With a smile on her face, Cindy placed one hand on Dana's back to keep the busty girl bent at the waist while raising her right hand high in the air.
Cindy winked at Jeanette who had grabbed the camera awaiting the action with a giggle. A loud smack filled the room followed by a howl of pain as soon as Cindy's hand made contact with Dana's bare ass. Cindy let rip with several blows to Dana's tender soft backside that had the girl crying almost immediately in shame and pain.

Leslie looked on watching her friend’s ass redden from the beating and knowing she was probably next.
As the spanking continued, she looked around at Kathy to see if she was all right and the sight frightened her. Kathy had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth, her small tits were circled with lipstick in the form of two targets, and her face heavily made up with rouge lipstick and mascara to make her look like a wh*r*. They made eye contact for a moment and then Kathy dropped her gaze to the floor in shame.

Cindy and her friends continued to humiliate Dana and her friends throughout the afternoon until the sun went down. They took countless photos of the embarrassed girls downloaded them to Jeanette's laptop and then emailed them to their addresses.
As most of the hotel occupants headed out to restaurants to eat before filling the bars and clubs. Cindy, Jeanette, and Kelly were having so much fun humiliating Dana, Leslie, and Kathy they stayed in and ordered a pizza.
Jeanette made Leslie answer the door naked and pay the delivery guy. As Cindy and her friends ate, Dana and her friends knelt beside each other. Cindy and her friends finished eating before allowing Dana and her group to eat the leftover crust.
End of Part 7

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Spring Break Catfight Part 8

Jeanette watched Leslie's reaction as they humiliated her. But something was missing. Jeanette didn’t see the complete devastation in the proud girl’s eyes she had hoped to see.
It took a while for Jeanette to come up with a plan that would crush Leslie. After pulling Cindy into a corner and discussing her plan, Cindy reluctantly agreed.
Jeannette began to put her plan into action by getting in Leslie's face trying to goad her into action. A couple of times Leslie balled her fist to start a fight but then backed down.

“What’s wrong bi*ch?” Jeanette asked rhetorically bumping into Leslie’s bare chest. “I know what your problem is -- you still think your better than me. Well, you are not.”

Leslie showed great restrain as Jeanette made her offer.

“Why don’t we walk down the beach -- just you and me -- and see whose the better woman," Jeanette said. "You beat me and you and your friends can go home."

“And if I lose?” Leslie inquired.

“We keep having fun with you and you’ll know deep down that I’m better and your nothing,” Jeanette replied.
"I suppose you are going to make me fight you naked," Leslie said.
"Oh no," Jeanette said. "We'll both wear bikinis. I don't want you to say after the fight that i had any advantage going in. I want you to lose fair and square."
Jeanette pointed to a dresser that contained Dana, Leslie, and Kathy's underwear, swimsuits and dresses. She told Leslie to pick out her swimsuit.
Leslie pulled on her suit. Jeanette came walking out of the bathroom wearing a bright yellow bikini that hung low on her waist and a top that showed a good amount of cleavage but provided good support. Leslie's black bikini showed a little more boob and ass than Jeanette's and the small strings holding the front and back of her bottoms tied on the side.

“Let’s go,” Jeanette ordered.

The two tall girls walked down the beach silently until they rounded a bend that was private. Leslie eyed Jeanette waiting for the girl to say something.
A smiling Jeanette looking over Leslie's body made her more than a little nervous. The two girls glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Leslie before Jeanette spoke.

“Loser walks back naked,” Jeanette said

Leslie didn’t answer. She didn’t have time as Jeanette rushed her.
The athletic brunette was able to dodge the onrushing cheerleader just in time to keep from getting knocked over. Jeanette rushed by Leslie and then wheeled around just in time to see Leslie turn and face her.
Jeanette approached Leslie with more caution with her hands held up in front of her open palms out. Leslie crouched slightly before lunging at the blonde. Jeanette braced herself to meet the brown-haired girl head on.
The cheerleader grabbed Leslie's right hand with her left and snaked her left around Leslie's neck as Leslie reached out to encircle the blonde’s waist. Jeanette used Leslie's momentum to wheel the charging girl around and before Leslie knew what happened she was in a headlock with her cheek pressed tightly against the cheerleader’s taunt waist.

Leslie heard Jeanette giggle just before the blonde flung her down on the sand. A stunned Leslie scrambled to her feet after rolling on the beach to see Jeanette standing casually with her hands on her hips, a grin plastered on the cheerleaders face.
The blonde winked at Leslie as she took her hands off her hips and crouched back into a fighting position. Leslie mimicked Jeanette's stance and decided to let the blonde make the first move.
She didn’t have to wait long before Jeanette came at Leslie. The blonde reached out and intertwined her fingers with the crouching brunette. They tried to force each other to their knees.
Leslie strained with all her might trying to force Jeanette's wrists back but the blonde refused to budge. The two fighters seemed to realize they couldn’t topple each other at the same time and began the tripping dance. Without the confines of the hotel room walls, Leslie and Jeanette danced and hopped around each other with reckless abandon.

It looked like tripping each other would be a futile effort until Jeanette accidenally put her barefoot on a stick in the sand, causing her to recoil in pain. With the blonde hopping on one foot, Leslie easily pushed Jeanette to the sand.
Seizing her opportunity, Leslie dropped down on top of Jeanette who was almost able to roll away from the descending brunette. But Leslie was able land on Jeanette. The blonde continued to roll taking the brunette with her. Leslie found herself face-to-face on her side with Jeanette.
The two struggled and kicked, trying for top position until Jeanette gave up on that strategy, and wrapped her thighs around Leslie's kicking legs.

“Shit!” Leslie screamed when she felt Jeanette's surprisingly powerful thighs wrap around hers.

Hearing her opponent wail in pain Jeanette poured on the pressure. Leslie grunted as she tried to push her thighs apart but, with Jeanette's strength and leverage, she had no chance. In a panic, Leslie slapped and punched at Jeanette. The blonde took a few blows before successfully capturing Leslie's wrists.

“Gotcha bi*ch.” Jeanette triumphantly said.

Leslie shook her arms to free herself and kicked her legs but had little effect. To her chagrin, the brunette realized she was trapped. She stopped struggling to save her energy and steeled herself to take the pain that Jeanette dished out.
Jeanette had a smile ion her face as she felt Leslie stop struggling and changed her tactic. Instead of applying constant pressure, the blonde would ease off her grip and then squeeze hard. Jeanette loved hearing Leslie groan in pain. Gritting her teeth, Leslie tried not to let the blonde know she was hurting her.

Just when Leslie thought she could take no more pain, Jeanette released the hold, pushed Leslie way, and scrambled to her feet. Leslie rolled to her stomach pushed herself up on all fours and then tried to scramble to her feet. She stumbled a bit as some of the feeling was gone from her legs. Jeanette laughed at the awkward way Leslie rose from the ground.
End of Part 8

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Spring Break Catfight Part 9

As Leslie tried to rub the some feeling back into her legs, Jeanette charged her. She barely had time to put up her hands to catch the charging blonde. Jeanette easily toppled the taller brunette over landing on top of the surprised Leslie.
Leslie fought hard but Jeanette was able to scramble on top of Leslie straddling her waist. As Leslie grabbed for some part of Jeanette's body to pull her over, Jeanette seized Leslie's wrists.

“Gotcha again Lezzy.” Jeanette taunted.

“F*ck,” Leslie muttered as Jeanette rolled off her keeping her thighs around Leslie's waist. The blonde pulled Leslie over on her side keeping the brunette’s wrists firmly in her grip. This time Leslie felt Jeanette's powerful thighs go to work on her ribs.

“Oh my god!” Leslie exclaimed as she thought her ribs would break from the pressure.

“You know I should have mentioned that my older brother wrestled in high school and is now on a college team," Jeanette said. "Guess who he used to wrestle with around the house. He showed me a lot of things.”
Jeanette then poured on the pressure.

“Stop!” Leslie shouted.

“You giving up already?” Jeanette asked.

“F*ck you, its not over.” Leslie replied defiantly.

“Really?” Jeanette answered letting off the pressure of her scissor hold only to reapply the moments later.

Jeanette saw tears forming in Leslie's eyes as the two lay face-to-face. Leslie closed her eyes as she saw Jeanette's gaze turn to a cruel smile. The blonde could have squeezed a submission out of the hurting brunette but Jeanette wanted to have more fun with her wounded prey.

“Get up.” Jeanette ordered as she unwrapped her legs from Leslie's waist.

After getting to her feet, Jeanette waited for Leslie to pull herself off the sand. The cheerleader made her move as Leslie bent at the waist holding her side for some relief. The brunette felt Jeanette grab one of her wrists and then twist her arm behind her back.
Leslie tried to dance around and twist out of the hold but Jeanette pushed the brunette’s arm as far up her back as possible. After walking Leslie around on her tiptoes for a bit, Jeanette kicked the back of her adversary’s knees sending the taller brunette down into the sand on her knees until Jeanette pulled her back to a sitting position.
It didn’t take the cheerleader long to let go of Leslie's captured arm and then put the brunette in a new hold. Jeanette snaked an arm around Leslie's neck with the crook of her elbow wrapping around her throat, Leslie found herself on the bad end of a sleeper hold.

“Gotcha again,” Jeannette taunted Leslie whispering in the brunette’s ear.

Jeanette laughed at Leslie as she heard her foe gurgling for air.

“I thought you would be tougher than this. If I knew you were this pathetic I would have kicked your ass a long time ago,” Jeanette teased.

Lisa reached up with her left hand, grabbed a handful of blonde hair over her shoulder and pulled as hard as she could. While she pulled Jeanette's hair, Lisa elbowed the blonde but with little effect after the first blow Jeanette twisted her side a little and the blows barely glanced off her sides.
Leslie's hair pulling caused only a bit of pain for Jeanette the major effect it had brought Jeanette's face even closer to Leslie's to the point where Jeanette's nose touched Leslie's ear. The brunette shivered as the rhythmic warm air tickled her sensitive ears.

“This had to be humiliating for you -- the big tough jock dyke girl getting her ass kicked by the pretty cheerleader.” Jeanette whispered.

Jeanette eased off the pressure a little, not wanting Leslie to pass out. She wanted to hear if her foe was ready to submit.

“You’re not pretty,” Leslie defiantly muttered.

Jeanette giggled as she made Leslie pay for her remark by pouring on the pressure for a moment to let the captured girl know she could put her out at any moment.

“You’re right. I’m not pretty. I’m hot. So it’s the hot sexy cheerleader kicking the big dumb carpet munching lezbo’s ass in public.” Jeanette countered.

Leslie didn’t have a smart comeback after Jeanette let off the pressure of the sleeper.

“You know when I would wrestle my brother and his friend I would get kinda turned on. I mean not in a I-want-to-fuck-my-brother sorta way. But with all of the close intimate contact what’s a girl to do? You know what I mean?” Jeanette asked.

Leslie refused to ask.

“I bet your nipples are all hard and pointy with my warm breath in your ear and my boobs mashing into your back,” Jeanette taunted and then rubbed her tits across Leslie's back.

Jeanette was right but Leslie did not give Jeanette the satisfaction of agreeing with the blonde. She told herself it was from the adrenaline of the fight. Jeanette slipped her had into one of Lelie's cups and began to play with one of Lelie's rock hard nipples beforetwisting it violently.

“What? No answer? I guess you’re thinking about my pussy or maybe your naked walk back to the hotel," Jeanette said with a hearty laugh.
"I tell you that will be too funny. Think about all of the people running around a lot of them with cameras. Your life could be ruined in one weekend. Just think about it Lezzy, one guy taking several naked pictures of you and posting them on the internet with your full name attached.
"Just think of the possibilities,” Jeanette said as she continued to goad Leslie and play with her trapped nipple.
End of Part 9

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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

[Cigar4u]

Spring Break Catfight Part 11 -- Conclusion

Jeanette laughed in Leslie's face as she looked down on the beaten broken girl between her thighs.

“So I win. I’m better.” Jeanette said.

Leslie nodded.

“Say it Lezzy.” Jeanette ordered.

“You win. You’re better.” Leslie sobbed.

“Ha! of course I am. Now you’re going to take off your own bikini and hand it to me,” Jeanette said.
Jeanette rolled over on her side while easing some of the pressure on Leslie's neck.

“Start with the top.” Jeanette demanded.

Leslie reached behind her neck fumbling with the strings awhile before undoing her top and then awkwardly unhooked the latch connecting the string together in the middle of her back. Jeanette pulled her thighs apart to let Leslie pull her top away from her neck and hand it to a grinning Jeanette.

“Now the bottoms!” Jeanette ordered.

Leslie wriggled around bending at the waist while trying to shimmy out of her suit while lying on her side. With a lot of effort, she was finally able to push the bottoms down to her ankles and to one foot. She bent her legs she could reach the foot with her bottoms dangling from it and pulled them off her foot before surrendering her final piece of clothing to her conqueror.
When she had the bottoms in hand, Jeanette released her prey and stood looking down at Leslie wallowing in misery. Jeanette waved both pieces of leslie's black bikini in the air -- a trophy she would keep and long admire with great pride for her victory.

“Follow me Lezzy,” Jeanette said, grabbing Leslie by the hair and dragging the beaten brunette into the surf to wash off the sand.

Leslie coughed and gagged from crying and having seawater splash in her mouth. Just for fun, Jeanette kicked and splashed water all over Leslie. Jeanette took her time washing herself off as she kept a foot on the middle of Leslie's back to keep the defeated girl on her hands and knees.

“It’s going to be a long week for you, bi*ch.” Jeanette said pulling Leslie to her feet by an arm.

The bikinied blond then marched the naked, defeated brunette along the shoreline and back to the hotel. For Leslie, Dana and Kathy the ordeal was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning.

[hollywoodjohnC]

Originally Posted by Cigar4u

Those are great pics. And, yes,


love when my tan blonde is wearing her silver or gold skimpy bikini and the older women is clothes and whip her cocky ass seen it happen many times.


you are right, Helen, the Japanese have been making films for quite some time involving strip fighting, where one woman is either brutally attacked by a gang of women or loses a one-on-one strip match vs. another woman then is ****d by a group of men.

(Both women, in effect agree to those terms beforehand, so I don’t think a crime is being videotaped. In fact, I reckon that if one of the girls is really horny and loves the fantasy of being gang ****d, she probably intentionally loses her clothes and the fight.)

Those type of films are not quite my cup of tea because in most of them, all of the women at some point end up nude or semi-nude. So really, it turns into a nude vs. nude match – the same stuff the industry has been offering for years. There’s plenty of that out there.

In the one-on-one strip matches I have seen, both women lose most of their clothing. While the loser winds up nude, the winner also winds up near-nude. And the fights are pretty much even, not one-sided, until the end. They really don’t fit the spirit of one-sided CFNF ENF fighting.

Although some of your still photos depict what appears to be CFNF fighting by capturing a moment in time, in the end these films tend to turn out to be simply semi-nude vs. nude **** videos. To some that’s fantastic. Me, not so much.

Nevertheless, thanks for posting those photos. You are really helping to keep this thread alive Helen with those type of photos which definitely depict ENF scenarios that are on subject with this message board.
As for your previous post of criterior for a CFNF match, I agree with your observations, except the first point and part of the third one.

In the first point you say the two women have to be good looking and sexy.

While that is definitly one great scenario, I can see this fantasy working with a number of other scenarios that don’t always involve women with supermodel/actress good looks. Here are a few for you to consider:

 A gorgeous, snooty 18-year-old popular girl picks on a Plain Jane-type schoolmate who, after taking more verbal abuse than anyone is expected to endure, beats and strips the Barbie doll cheerleader in an empty classroom after school. The plain girl, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform – white longsleve shirt and plaid skirt and saddle shoes and kneehigh white socks -- marches her nude and barefoot foe to the crowded boys’ locker room after football practice and tosses the curvy teen in to meet her fate.

 A man’s tall, gorgeous athletic mistress goes to the home of her rival and finds the frumpy but young housewife wearing only a robe and slippers with curlers in her hair. The homewrecker, dressed in a pullover shirt, hip-hugging jeans and cowboy boots, tells the housewife she is stealing her man and there is nothing she can do about it. Enraged, the not-so-attractive housewife attacks but soon is left only in her ugly curlers. The fully clothed mistress then chases the naked woman through her large house. The housewife is screaming, her sagging boobs bouncing wildly, as she gets to a bathroom and locks herself in. She cowers in the corner near the toilet as the mistress picks the lock and gets in. The mistress repeatedly dunks the wife’s head, now void of most of the curlers, into the toilet and flushes. The mistress grabs the housewife by her thick, untrimmed pubic bush and drags the naked, screaming gal to her car as neighbors look on in shock. The mistress drives her beaten and begging rival to the busiest intersection of the city then kicks her out to run starkers in the streets. The triumphant tart then drives to the husband’s place of work to proudly boast of her victory.

 An aging and somewhat hardened housewife dons a conservative one-piece swimsuit and goes to the pool at her apartment complex to find, among a large crowd of people, her husband putting suntan lotion on a gorgeous babe in a skimpy thong bikini. The housewife argues with her husband for flirting with a hussy until the pretty blond tells her to leave the guy alone – he wasn’t doing anything wrong. The salt-and-pepper-haired 50-year-old housewife tells the woman half her age to stay out of this. The blond tells her to go f herself. A one-sided fight follows as the housewife beats, strips and spanks the hot girl’s bare ass as the adult crowd wildly encourages her on. After blistring the gal’s butt, the victorious woman tosses her into the pool and the chlorine stings her seriously reddened behind. The housewife then “helps” the nude young woman out of the pool, lifting her by her big bubblegum-pink nipples, then drags her back to her apartment to punish her private parts in private.

Besides those scenarios, I also love inter-racial encounters of the CFNF kind. My favorite is a black woman – attractive or unattractive – in a white bikini taking on a drop-dead gorgeous blond in a black bikini. Both are barefooted.

To make what would be a long and totally erotic story short, the black girl winds up dancing in her white bikini, holding the white gal’s tattered black swimsuit/trophy above her head as the naked, beaten blond lies moaning in defeat beneath her ebony conquerer. The blond is then ordered to kiss the pinkish soles of her opponent’s rather large feet and admit that blacks are superior to whites.

In all of my black vs. white fantasies, the dark-skinned girl emerges victorious every time. I’m a white male, but that’s just how I like those type of matches to end.

In your third point, Helen, you say the crowd should be mostly the winner’s friends, yet you say the loser should be humiliated in front of people she knows.

I agree with the second part of that. But I think it is far more erotic if the crowd is evenly divided or has more of the loser’s friends and family in it.

That way, the loser is even more humiliated when she realizes that nearly everyone she knows or everyone who is important to her sees her at her absolute humiliatingly worst.

One point you did not touch upon – and one that is a pet peeve of mine – is that the matches should NOT end with the two combatants becoming “real good friends” – that is a lesbian encounter.

Although I have nothing against the lesbian lifestyle, I don’t want my CFNF wrestling fantasy – or any fight video, for that matter -- to end with both gals tongue-kissing. Yet, some (obviously male) producers of these type of films end their matches with a lovely girl-on-girl sixty-nine.

If I wanted to buy a lesbian video, I’d buy a lesbian video. Period.

And while I agree there sometimes is a fine line between love and hate, I think a good catfight – especially a one-sided match with a clear-cut clothed winner and naked loser – does not need to end with a make up/ makeout scene.

I can’t imagine two women who really hate each other – remember, that’s the premise for the catfight -- falling in love as they torture each other’s most sensitive parts. It doesn’t make sense unless, of course. the wrestling match was just a foreplay vehicle to get to the lovemaking.

(For example, Helen, do you see any circumstances where your Helen and Luisa characters would put their hatred aside to share a moment of sweet lovemaking? I don’t think so because their rivalry is too strong for either of them to even think tender thoughts of one another, that is unless you consider Luisa brutally r**ing Helen as a tender Hallmark moment. Even in situations where you could have had a dominant Luisa make love to a subserviant Helen you instead wrote about Luisa taking that golden opportunity to pluck out all of Helen’s pubic hairs. As a reader, I have to admit that was much more satisfying to me than a kiss.)

I can however, picture a victorious woman, to further humiliate her naked opponent, ass-r**ing her victim with a strapon – the trademark ending to all of the Ultimate Surrender video company’s nude vs. nude wrestling videos. Using sex as a weapon of degradation works in these type of scenarios.

Again, while it works for some when two women square off as enemies then for no clear-cut reason end up as gentle, caring lovers, it is not what the one-sided CFNF wrestling genre – or FF wrestling videos in general – is all about.

(NOTE: I apologize to the administrators of this board. I did not know that using the word r*** was not permitted when talking about that form of assault. I am sorry if I offended anyone with the two forms of the word late in my posting that got by and have since edited this story to self-censor the word.)

girlfriend gets stripped and pleads for no more clothes ripping action, embarrased

[MysteriousOne]

wow what a story