CFNF Wrestling - Lisa Comshaw, etc.

[hemo101]

Hi everyone!

This thread rocks. lots of wonderful stories and snippets of nude female humiliation caused by another clothed female. Mean aren't we.

First, for Hans, I think I would go easy on camilla here considering she is so shy and conservative that she might just try and end it all if we push her too far. In fact, her ordeal at your hands would no doubt require years of expensive therapy just to get over, if at all. Your bad.

Anyway, while Victoria has Camilla d****d over her shoulder in her victory lap, she would occassionaly reach up and mischevously swat the nudie's bared posterior to the delight of the crowd. She would also purposely pause in front of some lucky spectator and invite him/or her to join in the fun, and whail upon poor Camilla's doomed ass. This of course was thoroughly enjoyed, and much appreciated by the unruly crowd, who roared out their approval of the poor girls debasement. Especially, when the lucky participants come up with variations in their administration of Camilla's humiliation, by openly fondling her exposed privates instead of just spanking her ass.

After Victoria's victory lap, she drops the naked Camilla on her feet and quickly steps behind her in a full nelson. After first ensuring Camila is facing the crowd, Victoria plops herself on the floor, taking the poor Camilla down with her. At this point the two ladies are now sitting on the floor back to front, facing the huge crowd, with Camilla's boobs all bared to the world while her tightly criss-crossed legs and feet are the only things that keep her from total exposure. That is, for the moment.

After allowing Camilla a few seconds of respite to provide her with a false sence of security that no further ignominy would be heaped upon her, Victoria would without warning, slowly and irresistably bend over backwards which would cause Camilla to arch her back sharply, giving the crowd a most unobstructive view of the nude's exposed breasts. At the same time, Victoria's long legs hooked unto Camilla's own and irresolutely drew them wide apart to finally provide the public with a sight only Camilla's doctor had heretofore was privileged with. Needless to say the mob was mesmerized by the vision before them, that a deathly silence permeated the once rambunctious hall.

As the mob stood mouths agape and mesmerized by Camilla's charm, they did not notice that Victoria's two friends Amy and Linda had joined the tableaux before them. Both girls took up their positions on either side of the cfnf couple and to the consternation and pleasant surprise to all present, lay their hands on the nude Camilla and fondled her right in front of them all. This latest assault on the lone nudie by her clothed assailants brought the crowd back to life and once again the place was filled with enthusiastic and ribald, and crude cheers and jeers for the four women performing in front of them, only one of whom was absolutely and completely naked.

Lets see, as Victoria continued to ensure the nude Camilla's complete exposure with her full nelson hold and prying of the opponent's legs open maneuver, her two cohorts would be busilly fondling the naked one's exposed sex unmercifully. Amy gently rubbing and carressing her now tightening breasts and their environs, while Linda would be putting all her attention to stimulate Camilla's sopping c**t with the digits of her fingers, and then a foreign object, like a bottle or something.

On and on the three harridans molest and seek to stimulate their hapless victim no end, till at last she starts to react to all the ministrations her body has been made to endure.

However, just as she was sensed to be on the verge of coming, her three tormentors maliciously stopped and drew away from her leaving her high and dry, just as she was building up to the most humungous orgasm ever.

So what was she to do. Unfortunately for her, her carnal instincts took over. Her hands just flew at her sex to continue what was so suddenly and cruelly left off. As she was finally able to get herself off to an earth shattering climax, she momentarily lost all account of her surroundings and for a moment was bask in the afterglow of her much needed orgasm. That is until she finally noticed the derisive laughter of her three tormentors looming over her, all comfortably dressed and mocking her naked form by their feet. Their jeers were quickly taken up by the mob who soon filled the erstwhile silent hall with their taunts.

In utter humiliation, our naked lass finally summons the panic to run pell mell through the crowd. Lucky for her the three girls just lets her go, but the crowd is not so obliging. As she runs pass all the clothed people to make her escape, she has to endure their unwelcome hands on her naked flesh. Every exposed skin of hers was fair game for them to fondle and molest, and to a man or woman lucky enough to be close by, was a target too good not to be sought after.

As Camilla torturously made her way through the crowd to get to the locker room, Victoria and her two friends could not help but share a conspiratorial smile with each other since they all knew that Camilla would find no solace at all when she reaches the lockers, since they had earlier purloined all her clothes from her locker, leaving her absolutely nothing to cover up with. With a chuckle they made their way to the lockers themselves hand in hand, whistling a happy tune.

[hemo101]

Hey, I hope you guys don't mind me posting a follow up to my own post, but to be honest just as I submitted the earlier one, I still had a few things more to say. Sorry for any inconvenience to anyone.

Hi Cigar!

Your right, the censoring in this site is a bit strict. In my last post I used the word "d****" but it came out censored and asterixed. Also, I noticed that some pictures I earlier posted in other threads have been removed for one ofense or another. Hmmm. . .guess being guests here we must follow the owner of the house.

About your Jackie and Marilyn story go ahead and post it anywhere. I know I gave my view that you should post it here in order to keep your thread a sort of "one stop shop" venue for cfnf fights, I understand your sentiment to having your story have a special thread of its own, with nothing else to share the limelight. Hey, whatever you want do it.

I completely agree to your Angel and Jill insights. Thanks to you I caught their battles on youtube, and to be honest found them boring in the end. Even Jill's stripping scene was hohum to me considering she was supposedly unconcious the whole time she was defrocked. Boring! ! !

For me it would be best if the loser is wide awake for her stripping and we can all appreciate her panicked look while she is being humiliated beyond words.

To be honest, although formal wrestling matches are ok in my book, as you may have guessed, my cup of tea are down and dirty catfights where the women fight not in wrestling costumes, but are decked out in regular clothes at the start, with only one having to lose every stitch she has on in the end, and much, much more.

I also loved your synopsis for the cfnf fight. I like how your progression of the naked woman went after the fight. I think it would be a good idea for a film to focus on the aftermath of a fight, rather on the fight itself. It could begin with one of the fighter's waking up nude in the ring with her costume no where in sight and progresses down hill from there for our nudie.

I p-articularly liked the idea having the nude face her fully clothed opponent in her own house and getting another ass kicking in the process.

Hey, maybe you can expand your mistress and wife story to include a scene where the nude wife somehow gets home only to find her husband in the arms of his still clothed mistress, and has to fight her once more, this time with the loser having to leave the marital home absolutely naked and with nothing to her name. I guess we all know who we would want on top here.

Would anyone like to do a writeup on this?

Meanwhile, I found a very interesting pic. Any one like to do a tale on this? (On closer examination of the androgynous features of the one tied up I cannot 100 % certify it is female. Lets assume it is shall we and ponder the dire situation she finds herself in. )

Love

Helen

[frrio]

Hemo nice pic! I'll get round to sendin you the vid as and when ( on the other comp for now ) I agree, I checked the youtube vids...very borin I must say.

How about Helen, take for instance your the CF - is there any body you know of ( I dont know near where you live, orr work ) that you'd just love to bring down..? Thatd make for good reading! Or hey hum a make believe girl / or female celeb! You could write it as though me cigar etc are there witenessing! ..include some stripping / bare butt exexpoure, otk spankings for me though haha ; - )

Update on the Candis Humilaition - Should be arriving next week so i'll post then.

Frrio,

[Cigar4u]

The following story is a work of fiction featuring a fantasy CFNF fight between Jackie Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe in early August 1962. However some of the events surrounding the ENF fantasy catfight did happen. The reason I used some actual facts from that period was to add a bit of realism to the story. The problem I had writing this piece is that I could not make it a knockdown, dragout catfight to the death because even in those days before modern DNA testing, a coroner would have ruled Marilyn’s death a murder if Marilyn’s body was covered with many visible scratches and bruises. And if Jackie also sustained bruises, it would have made Mrs. Kennedy a potential suspect in the killing of Miss Monroe. So the fantasy fight had to be carefully written. Given that limitation, I tried to create a fun, yet somewhat realistic CFNF fighting scenario. Also, although I have been critical of Hemo101 for taking too long in her writings to set the scene before the actual fight sequences, this piece also has a long lead-up to the fight, which I felt was necessary to establish some historical perspective. I hope you enjoy it.

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Jackie vs. Marilyn
By Cigar

The big question during the sultry summer of 1962 was did Jackie know that JFK was having an affair with Marilyn?
Of couse she knew. How could she not?

The gossip around Washington, D.C., after Miss Monroe sang “Happy Birthday Mr. President,” at JFK’s 45th birthday party at Madison Square Garden in late May of that year was rampant.

Mrs. Kennedy, being a lover of listening to and repeating gossip, was well aware of her husband’s infidelity with not only the blond bombshell big screen sexpot, but with other women as well.

So embarassed was Jackie about her husband’s philandering she had even considered divorcing the horndog politico.
But JFK’s dad, Joe Kennedy, would not hear of it. He paid Jackie $1 million to ignore her hubby’s flings and stay married to his son. Had the Catholic president gone through a messy and public divorce surely it would have ruined his – and all of the Kenndeys’ -- political aspirations.

But Marilyn’s public performance, where her breathy rendition of the traditional birthday song was akin to making love to JFK in front of thousands of onlookers, was the last straw for Jackie.

Jackie did not attend that night’s celebration, prefering instead to ride horses in Virginia rather than be publically humiliated at the soiree by Marilyn’s lack of discretion.

Jackie and Marilyn were two of the most iconic women of the 20th century, yet they were as different as night and day. Jackie was a brunette, Marilyn was a blond – albeit of the bleached variety.

Jackie was brought up in high society and was not a violent woman. There is no account she had ever engaged in anything more than a silly pillow fight among sorority sisters at college, let alone a full blown hair-ripping, face-scratching, clothes-tearing battle with another woman.

Marilyn was part of a catty-by-nature industry and reportedly had scraps with jealous women. By all accounts, she handled herself quite well.

Jackie, not initially desiring a physical confrontation with Marilyn, tried to reason with her arch rival when he two women met face-to-face that year at a posh hotel suite at the Pierre Hotel in New York.

There, both women, who talked with similar sweet, whispy baby-doll adult voices, conversed with great civility in a mutual effort to reach an accord over who would be the only one to share the handsome president’s bed.

As Jackie chatted with Marilyn, she wondered how could she blame John for wanting Monroe? What man did not fantasize about MM?

Marilyn had burst onto the scene in 1950, appearing in the films “The Asphalt Jungle” and “All About Eve,” and followed those movies up with the hits “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes,” “How to Marry a Millionaire,” “The Seven Year Itch” and “Some Like it Hot.”

Those films and Monroe’s appearance as the nude centerfold in the initial issue of Playboy established Marilyn as America’s quintessential sex symbol.

Jackie Kennedy also had long been enthralled by Marilyn Monroe.

When Mrs. Kennedy got a job in 1951 as the "Inquiring Camera Girl" for The Washington Times-Herald, one of her man-on-the-street questions was: “If you had a date with Marilyn Monroe, what would you talk about?”
And Marilyn had paid tribute to Jackie by wearing a dark wig and pearls during a Life magazine shoot. Marilyn didn’t date JFK to deliberately hurt Jackie. She simply loved John and wanted him for herself. Jackie unfortunately was just one hurdle in the way of Marilyn’s goals.

Marilyn actually told friends she believed John would divorce Jackie and marry her, making Marilyn JFK’s second First Lady.

Although the two women did not come to blows at that New York meeting, they did not settle the matter over the affair either.

As the months past, Jackie’s admiration for Marilyn slowly turned to boiling hatred as Marilyn’s affair with her husband continued.

Even when JFK broke off the affair with Marilyn following the Mr. President song humiliation, word got back to Jackie that Marilyn still wanted him and was threatening to expose their relationship to the world as an attempt to blackmail John into rekindling their tryst.

Jackie had too much invested in John – emotionally and physically -- to allow that bleached blond tart to ruin his chances at re-election to a second presidential term and a lucrative future following the presidency.

Plus Jackie did not want the world to view her as being unable to keep her man happy and satisfied in the bedroom. What woman would?

Jackie set in motion a plan to rid herself of the Marilyn Monroe problem – forever.


End of Part 1. To be continued ...

[Cigar4u]

Jackie vs. Marilyn Part 2

Both Jackie and Marilyn had had sexual relationships with Peter Lawford, Marilyn’s neighbor in the influential section of Brentwood in Southern California.

Jackie literally pumped British actor Lawford for information about Marilyn’s comings and goings. She learned that by late July Marilyn was in a depressed state of mind.

More than once, Marilyn had to have her stomach pumped for overdosing on sleeping pills. And Marilyn spent nearly every day at her psychiatrist’s office.

Jackie knew that with Marilyn’s diminished capacity she could defeat her if she could quickly demoralize Marilyn by any means necessary.

When Lawford let it slip to Jackie that Marilyn’s live-in caregiver, Eunice Murray, would be out for the evening of Aug. 4 and that Marilyn would be alone, Jackie saw her window of opportunity to settle the issue once and for all.

Jacqueline Kennedy, who had become a worldwide symbol of fashion for women, decided to wear that night a pink Chanel business suit and knee-length skirt with a wide black collar, her trademark matching pink pillbox hat, pink (size 10 AA) stiletto heels and white gloves.

Underneath, she put on a conservative pink one-piece swimsuit, similar to what she had seen women wrestlers wear on televised pro wrestling matches.

Jackie really didn’t know what to wear to a catfight, having never been in one before. She simply felt she would wear the clothes she was used to wearing to provide her the most comfort and security.


Fight Prelude


After shaking off her Secret Service bodyguards, Jackie sat in a rental car a short distance from Marilyn’s Mexican-style bungalow shortly after dark going over how she was going to bring Marilyn down.

She pondered how the two women indeed were a study in contrasts.

Jackie Bouvier was the pristine society girl who enjoyed a meteoric rise to the top. Marilyn, born Norma Jeane Baker, was the bastard daughter of a woman who went insane and a father who abandoned Marilyn early on, forcing Marilyn to claw her way to the top inch-by-inch.

While Jackie was a handsome and romantic lady, Marilyn beamed with the sexual radiance of a thousand white suns. Jackie was thin and angular. Marilyn was curvy with a terrific set of boobs.

JFK had met both women in 1951. He was taken by both Marilyn’s sex-goddess status and Jackie’s prim and proper lady-like demeanor. He could marry only one, and chose Jackie because she would better further his political ambitions.

But for 11 years, playboy John kept seeing the movie star Marilyn and, in the process, she became a serious rival to his wife.

But, Jackie had an advantage knowing that Marilyn had underrated the demure Jackie’s passion for revenge.
Willi Frischauer, who wrote a biography for billionaire Artistotle Onassis, Jackie’s future husband, later would describe Jackie as “a diamond -- cool, sharp at the edges, fiery and hot beneath the surface.”

As if Jackie needed any more encouragement to beat up Marilyn, she thumbed through a secret file a friend had given her about John and Marilyn’s affair.

She steamed as she read how Marilyn had bedded not only her husband, but also her husband’s brother Bobby – at practically the same time. Marilyn was often seen dancing or having intimate conversations at private parties with Bobby or John, the documents showed.

Jackie thumbed through FBI documents that said the Mafia was keeping an eye on Marilyn who was clueless about how much danger she was in.

If worse had come to worse that night and Jackie had to use the gun she carried in her purse to shoot Marilyn gangland style, Jackie thought organized crime figures would be the perfect scapgoat for the murder.

Meanwhile, Jackie cringed as she read about how John would meet Marilyn at Lawford’s home and the two would make love in a big bathtub or in the shower.

Jackie read another account that in March of that year Marilyn and John had spent a weekend alone together in Palm Springs, Fla.

There was no question in Jackie’s mind that somehow she had to get Marilyn naked during the fight and abuse the very parts of Marilyn’s great body that had brought her husband so much pleasure.

If Jackie had any thoughts of turning back at that point, they quickly disappeared as she looked over phone records that showed John had given Marilyn his private number so that she could reach him anytime through the Justice Department.

“I’ll fix her,” Jackie thought.


The Fight


Jackie exhaled. “No time like the present,” she said aloud to herself.

Jackie got out of her rental car, grabbed her tripod, camera and purse, walked to Marilyn’s front door and knocked.
Marilyn, not expecting any company that night, went to answer the door wearing just a sheer blue babydoll nightie –no bra or panties – and a pair of high-heeled open-toed slippers with tiny blue feather decorations on top.

Thinking that it was her friends, B movie actress Jeanne Carmen or movie star Terry Moore, coming by to pay an unannounced visit, Marilyn was shocked to see Jackie Kennedy standing there in the doorway.

Both women’s eyes were as large a saucers as they looked at each other – Jackie because Marilyn was nearly naked and Marilyn because in her wildest nightmares she could not imagine the First Lady visiting her.

Not one to waste a golden opportunity, Jackie thought quickly, grabbed the front of Marilyn’s nightie and tore it off in one swoop. Then Jackie kicked out with her right foot, catching Marilyn between her big boobs and sending the starlet sprawling on her livingroom floor, legs spread.

Jackie came in, closed the door and locked it. She put down her camera equipment as a shaken Marilyn propped herself up on both elbows. Jackie quickly put the sharply pointed toe of her high heel shoe on Marilyn’s pubic bone and said, “Not so fast. We have to talk.”

End of Part 2. To be continued ...

[Cigar4u]

Jackie vs. Marilyn Part 3

Marilyn froze. She began to cry over her already hopeless situation.

Things had worked out better than Jackie could have dreamed. The fight had not even started and there was Marilyn nude and defenseless, her privates pressed under Jackie’s aristocratically long foot.

“My dear, Marilyn, I warned you to stay away from Jack, but you didn’t listen to me and now the time for talking is over,” Jackie said in a calm, yet demanding tone. “Now we’ll settle things woman-to-woman.”

“But he loves me – I know it – and he doesn’t love you anymore,” Marilyn protested as tears rolled down her cheeks.
With rocket-like precision, Jackie reared back and kicked Marilyn squarely in the crotch with her long, pointed shoe, causing Marilyn’s own dainty size 6 ½ slippers to fly off her feet and across the room.

Marilyn clutched her wounded sex as she rolled on her back, her feet flat on the ground. Jackie followed up by stomping on Marilyn’s toes with her stiletto shoes, causing Marilyn to scream again and roll on her side, her sore toes wiggling in the air to relieve the sharp, stabbing pain.

Jackie grabbed Marilyn by both nipples and hoisted her to her sore feet. Jackie then slowly twisted each pink nub as she dragged Marilyn to her couch and the two women carefully sat down together.

Jackie continued to twist Marilyn’s nipples as she read off all of Marilyn’s past transgressions. Marilyn grabbed Jackie’s wrists and listened intently to Jackie as she wimpered, her eyes darting back and forth from Jackie’s cold, steely eyes to her torturing fingertips.

Jackie also continued to use the toe-end of her stylish shoes to crush Marilyn’s bare toes, but the pain in Marilyn’s nipples was so intense she could not feel the stinging pain in her feet.

After several minutes of tit and foot torture, Jackie stood up and allowed Marilyn to rub her aching nipples and toes.
During that timeout, Jackie went to Marilyn’s bathroom medicine chest and came back with a bottle of barbiturates and a glass of water. She also had pulled the gun from her purse and aimed it at the starlet’s head.

“I don’t want to have to shoot you in your pretty face Marilyn, but you can understand that I mean business and I will if I have to,” Jackie said as Marilyn began to ball hysterically.

“I’d rather make your death tonight look like a suicide than blow away your famous facial features.”
“I’m going to die tonight?” Marilyn exclaimed, placing both hands together to beg for mercy as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Please don’t kill me I have too much to live for. I promise I’ll stay away from Jack. I have several movie deals in the works. I even got together with (former husband) Joe (DiMaggio) last weekend and we are thinking of getting back together. Oh, God, please don’t kill me!”

Jackie was unphased by Marilyn’s tears or her supposed future plans.

“You really are a dumb blond -- I thought that was just an act,” Jackie taunted.

“As I was saying, I want to make your death look like a suicide. But I’m giving you a fighting chance. Take these pills and then we’ll fight. If you somehow manage to win, you can call the authorities to arrest me and have your stomach pumped. If you lose, they’ll find your naked body in your bed, the victim of an apparent overdose.”

“No one will believe I committed suicide!” Marilyn cried.

“My dear, with the number of times paramedics have had to revive you in the past two years because of overdoses, they will think your death is nothing but suicide-related,” Jackie coldly replied.

“Now take those pills or I will shoot you in the face and authorities will think the Mafia did it. Either way I will be rid of you as a rival.”

The only hope Marilyn had was to take the pills and pray she could somehow overcome the effects of the drugs, beat Jackie in the catfight and call for paramedics to get there in time to save her life.

Because Marilyn had prevailed in a number of Hollywood catfights she figured she could overcome any attack by novice fighter Jackie if Jackie would put the gun away and fight fair.

As a nude Marilyn slowly and reluctantly consumed many of the pills, Jackie put her gun back in her purse and removed her dress to reveal her pink swimsuit.

She kept on her white gloves to ensure no incriminating fingerprints would be left behind. And Jackie adjusted her pillbox hat and string of pearls as if to dare Marilyn to try to knock the chapeau off her head or pull the strand from her neck. (The hat and pearls remained securely on throughout the balance of the fight.)

Because her high heels had worked so effectively in the early going, Jackie decided to leave those on for now, as well.

“I don’t suppose you will at least let me put on one of my bikinis so that our clothing situation will be somewhat equal?” Marilyn asked.

“You like to parade around on beaches and in magazines nude, so I figured you would be most comfortable fighting without the restraints of clothing,” Jackie said politely. “Besides, whatever you put on, you wouldn’t be wearing it for very long anyway.”

Marilyn got up and, despite starting to feel lightheaded from the pills, got into a wrestler’s crouch and prepared to fight. Seeing Marilyn’s legs spread slightly, Jackie smiled and again quickly kicked her in the crotch, sending Marilyn to the floor holding her damaged womanhood.

Jackie quickly spread Marilyn’s hands away from her crotch and sat on Marilyn’s bountiful chest, pinning Marilyn on her back, arms at her side.

Jackie’s nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Marilyn’s Chanel No. 5 perfume combined with the strong smell of her womanly juices, as Marilyn was dripping wet between her legs despite the abuse.

“I see that on some level you are enjoying this beating,” Jackie said as Marilyn begged Jackie to get off of her.

Jackie looked down at Marilyn’s pubic patch and thought how ironic it was that Jackie’s hairdresser was the legendary Kenneth, who had not only created Jackie's trademark bouffant hairdo, but also had advised Marilyn to dye her pubic hair blond to better fit her image.

Jackie grabbed two handfulls of Marilyn’s blond-tipped pubes and began to pull them out by the black roots. Marilyn screamed at this new assault on her body but was becoming too weak to do anything about it.

After 10 minutes of yanking out clumps of pubic hair, Jackie removed one of her long, slender shoes and showed it to a struggling Monroe.

“God, what huge feet you have!” Marilyn exclaimed, quickly realizing that, given their current positions, Jackie was
about to use the sharply pointed leather weapon to fill the feminine void that many times had been occupied by JFK’s marvelous organ.

Jackie harshly shoved the shoe into Marilyn’s sex and ravaged her for a good 10 minutes. How ironic it was that Marilyn’s last sexual encounter would be at the hilt of Jackie’s oversized high fashion footware and not one of the many Hollywood stars Monroe had joyfully pleasured.

After that humiliating assault that brought Marilyn to just shy of an orgasm, Jackie put the wet shoe back on her foot.

Jackie figured that in her lifetime, Marilyn had had enough orgasms, especially with John. The last thing Jackie wanted that night was for Marilyn to be satisfied in any way. The lack of that orgasm, Jackie figured, would haunt Marilyn into the afterlife.

Jackie then turned around on Marilyn, facing her terrific tits and gorgeous face.

“I’d like nothing better than to punch your breasts black and blue as well as your face, but I can’t have the coroner find you that way,” Jackie said as she again began pinching and twisting a frustrated Marilyn’s nipples.

Jackie figured the authorities would write off bruised nips to Marilyn having had engaged in rough lovemaking, not an attack by a killer.

End of Part 3. To be continued ...

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Jackie vs. Marilyn Part 4 -- Conclusion


Marilyn could not remember much after that. She recalled through a drug haze being half-dragged to her bedroom by her nipples followed by a series of Jackie’s bony knees delivered to her throbbing sex organs and her feet being stomped on by Jackie’s menacing shoes.

Again, Jackie figured the coroner would also write off any discoloration of the vaginal area to aggressive sex and any bruises on her feet to Marilyn wearing improper, too-tight footware or stubbing her toes.

She also figured that by concentrating on Marilyn’s nipples, crotch and feet she would accomplish two things: 1. Jackie would cause Marilyn great pain and discomfort and 2. Jackie would not leave marks that a coroner would consider as contributing factors to Marilyn’s death.

Marilyn was embarassed and humiliated beyond words but she was about to endure one more indignity before she succumbed to the beating.

Through a drug-induced fog Marilyn saw Jackie setting up her camera, flash bulbs, tripod and a timer. Marilyn was on the verge of passing out as several pornographic shots were taken of Marilyn with legs spread.

Other photographs, shot with the assistance of the timing device, featured swimsuited Jackie in different stages of a fight, attacking nude Marilyn’s boobs, crotch and feet – in effect recreating what had happened earlier in the one-sided battle, only this time on Marilyn’s bed.

Jackie also did several muscle flexing poses over her defeated blond rival, her now bare feet placed on Marilyn’s breasts, mouth and crotch.

“Oh my God, you’re not going to have those published, are you?” a vain-to-the-end Marilyn asked, nearing her dying breath.

“No, my dear, they are for me to look at and enjoy during the many years of life I have left,” Jackie said, reminding Marilyn that she would have a long time to gloat while Marilyn was at death’s doorstep.

“One day, years from now, during an especially hot lovemaking session, I may even share them with Jack.”

Those humiliating words were the last Marilyn heard as the deadly drugs did their dirty deed. Jackie gathered her shoes, camera gear, dress and purse, as well as Marilyn’s torn nightie and feathery slippers and left a naked Marilyn in her bed, an empty pill bottle at her side.


Fight Aftermath


On Aug. 5, 1962, the Los Angeles Police Department received a call at 4:25AM from Dr. Hyman Engelberg, saying that Monroe was found dead at her home in the posh Los Angeles suburb of Brentwood.

To this day, many questions remain unanswered about the circumstances surrounding Monroe’s demise, including when her body actually was found.

The official cause of death determined by Dr. Thomas Noguchi of the Los Angeles County Coroner’s office was “acute barbiturate poisoning” -- a “probable suicide.”

Chloral hydrate and Nembutal – sleeping pills -- were found in Monroe’s system as a result of the autopsy. Jackie was right. There was no mention of bruises on Monroe’s nipples, labia or toes, much less any notations theorizing their contribution to Marilyn’s death.

Despite the findings, there have long been a number of people who believe Marilyn was murdered and that John or Bobby Kennedy had something to do with it. Other theories place blame on the CIA or Mafia.

Strangely enough, Jackie Kennedy’s name has never come up as a person of interest despite the glowing motive she had to do in Marilyn.

When the press asked for Jackie’s reaction to the untimely death of the 36-year-old actress, the gracious First Lady simply and somberly replied, “She (Monroe) will go on eternally.”

Fifteen months later, Jackie mourned the assassination of her husband, who never got to view the humiliating fight photos and never knew it was Jackie who did in his mistress. Jackie came to regret not sharing that wonderous moment and otherwise failing to satisfy her dead hubby.

Jackie later told her priest, the Rev. Richard McSorley, “I could have made his (JFK’s) life so much happier … I could have tried harder."

Contemplating suicide, Jackie confessed to McSorley, “I was glad that Marilyn Monroe got out of her misery.”

In the coming years, Jackie bounced back from her depression and dated some of the very men Marilyn had bedded, including Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra and even Bobby Kennedy. Jackie married shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis and wrote and edited books.

She died on May 19, 1994, at her Park Avenue penthouse apartment from cancer. She was 64. Ironically, Jackie’s death came on the 32nd anniversary of the night Monroe sang “Happy Birthday, Mr President” to JFK.

Prior to Jackie’s funeral on May 23 at St. Ignatius Loyola Roman Catholic Church on Park Avenue, Jackie’s kids, John and Caroline, went through their mother’s intimate personal effects in her penthouse home.

Under Jackie’s bed was an unmarked fireproof strongbox, neither of her surviving children had ever before seen. John got the box open to find inside of it a faded blue babydoll nightie and old feathered slippers that were much too small for their mother’s impressive feet.

Then, they found the pictures – pictures that would have solved one of the 20th century’s greatest mysteries: How Marilyn Monroe really died.

“Oh, my God, is that Mom and who I think it is?” Caroline said, initially thinking the intimate looking photos depicted the two famous women making love on Marilyn’s bed.

“That sure is Marilyn -- and look at the date and descriptions on the back of these photos in Mom’s handwriting,” John said, quickly realizing the photos were not of two women having sex but rather one woman defeating the other in a deadly fight.

“I don’t believe it, Mom beat up and killed Marilyn Monroe!”

“John we have to destroy this stuff,” Caroline said. “We can’t take any chance on the press getting a hold of this. We can’t have our mother, one of the most beloved women in history, branded a murderer for eternity!”

Knowing how his mother must have treasured the items in that box, John could not bring himself to burning them. Instead, he placed the shoes and nightie and all of the incriminating photos in a shoe box and slipped them into the lower portion of his mother’s casket prior to the services.

At Jackie’s funeral, John said three of his mother’s attributes were the love of words, the bonds of home and family and “her spirit of adventure.”

Certainly, nowhere was Jackie’s spirit of adventure higher than the night she stripped, beat and destroyed Marilyn.

Fittingly, Jackie Kennedy Onassis was buried along with the mementos of the Monroe fight in a grave next to John F. Kennedy, at Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia, more than 3,000 miles from Marilyn’s final resting place in Hollywood.

In death, Jackie had again defeated Marilyn by winding up at JFK’s side for all eternity.

[Cigar4u]

Hi folks:

Here is an attempt to post photos of Jackie Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe to go with my story.

If it fails, then please disregard this posting.

[hemo101]

AWSOME Cigar, just AWSOME! ! !

Must say your work could stand as one of the best work of fiction ever, or an especially fine piece of investigative journalism ever. Its so realistic and detailed, leaving no stone unturned.

Thankfully, the CSI then, if there was a unit at all at the time, had not the benefit of DNA or some of the other technics regailing us each episode, or some questions may have been raised at Marilyn's autopsy as to put on issue her supposed suicide death. You know, like finding traces of shoe polish on the inside of Marilyn's vagina or the slight depression on Marilyn's bedroom rug made by Jackie's tripod, which may indicate that the nude Marilyn was being filmed just prior to her death.

In any event Cigar. Good work. Do you have others you care to share with us?

[Cigar4u]

And now for some of the photos from my colection of CFNF fights:

1. Jill Monroe defeats Rachel from Womens World.

2. Redhead humiliates blond from unknown source.

3. Rachel in complete command from Womens World.

4. Robin defeats Lisa Comshaw from Les Femmes Fatales.

5. Brunette twists blond's nipples from unknown source.

6. My personal favorite from unknown source.

More to come ...