It took quite a while to heal up after my brutal battle with Maria but now I’m back on the hunt. With the weather turning colder as winter settles in, I’ve been finding myself indoors much more. Of course, this means chance encounters with other ‘catpin’ wearers have become rare.
Fortunately, the internet works no matter the weather. I venture into the website’s local boards. There, I get into many interesting chats. Some fun, some with women I’ve faced, some weird….ok, lots of weird- you all know who you are, many heated but the one the stands out is one with a woman named Vanhi.
Vanhi and I must have the same schedule or something as she seems to be in the chat room every time I am. We are like oil and water. We disagree on pretty much everything except for our hatred of each other and our love of fighting- especially in front of our husbands. Naturally, it doesn’t take long on a site dedicated to catfighting before her and I have set Saturday night to determine who the better woman is.
I don’t know if it is just my dislike of Vanhi or the simple, yet primal and high stakes nature of this match- Vanhi and I have agreed to most pins or submissions in 20 minutes with the stipulation that we keep going until one of us gives up if we are tied after time expires. So, I know the shortest time I’ll be fighting will be 20 minutes. Which could be an eternity for one of us if this goes one sided. Adding to the primal nature of the fight, the husbands will be watching but strictly forbidden from intervening at all- even including cheering. Her versus me until one of us stands victorious.
We are almost in luck for a couples match as Vanhi’s husband, Rajesh, is the perfect size to compete against Jake. Maybe next time. We were so wrapped up in wanting to hurt each other neither of us even considered the men fighting.
Such as it is, I am now sitting alone in a spare bedroom at Vanhi and Rajesh’s home, waiting in the agreed upon uniform of white cotton panties and my hair in a thick blonde braid. Even though my tan has faded, my focus on training has my abs slightly visible for the first time in years. I admire how far my body has come since I began fighting. I still have a bit of a mom bod but things are definitely tighter than they were just a few months ago. Not bad for a woman pushing forty, I think to myself. I hear a knock on the door. “Ok, Kell….we’re ready” I hear Jake say, the excitement evident in his voice. I slip the terry cloth robe over my shoulders, give him a quick kiss for luck and head to our hosts’ den.
Upon entering the room, I become aware that this is not the first time these two have hosted a match here. There is a padded area in the middle of the room. Rajesh says this their yoga studio as well as where they have matches. On opposing walls there are big plush seats. Clearly these are for the spectators. On the far wall there is various workout equipment, several nice monitors- all streaming views from the multiple cameras in the room and a very nice scale, I assume Rajesh being a doctor has something to do with its procurement. Next to the scale is Vanhi, dressed in her robe, fingers fiddling with the thick braid of jet black hair. Her dark brown eyes staring sternly at me.
“The site says we both weigh one hundred and thirty pounds…. lot of women lie about their weight… let’s get the truth before we fight…I’ll go first…” she says with a distinctive Indian accent. With that, the stern yet pretty faced Indian woman drops her robe. She is built remarkably similar to me. She is slender, yet still soft and feminine, our chests are virtually identical, perky B cups. Her belly isn’t quite as defined as mine but still flat. I have to admit her ass looks like it might be more muscular. Her smooth brown skin contrasts perfectly with the bright white cotton panties.
“One hundred thirty-two pounds…five foot five…” Rajesh says as he measures and weighs his wife carefully. “Ok…your turn Kelli..”.
My eyes fixed on Vanhi’s, I let the robe slip off my shoulders and onto the ground before stepping in the scales. “One hundred thirty pounds on the nose…. five foot five and one half inches…”.
Still glaring at Vanhi, I give her my bitchiest smile since I’m exactly what I proclaimed and she’s the one a couple pounds over. “I guess, you’re right… some women do lie about their weight.” I say smugly.
With all four of us in the center of the mat, we go over the rules. Most submissions in twenty minutes- we both decide that we want to hear our opponent give up verbally rather than have someone take the easy way out by being pinned. Slaps are the only allowed strikes, everything else- clawing, pinching, whatever is legal below the neck. The husbands have to stay in their chairs for the whole match- no matter what. The penalty for violating any rules is that you have to suck the cock of your opponent’s man in front of your husband. We figure that should make sure no one stops us until one is is there clear victor.
With everything agreed upon and out of the way. The only thing left is for Vanhi and I to fight it out. The men make their way to their respective seats and wish us luck. The Indian woman and I stroll proudly to the middle of the mat to await the starting bell. Neither of us wants to concede the center and we lock into a stare down. Smirks and scoffs are exchanged. We inch closer until her dark nipples press against my pink ones in our first contact.
“You’re going to cry blonde bitch” Vanhi sneers, close enough that I can feel her hot breath.
“You’ll be begging me to stop by the end of this” I growl back as I press my chest into hers firmly, our tits mushrooming against our opponent’s.
Vanhi glares and starts “That so, cun-“. She is cut off as the bell dings and I send my palm to her cheek. The sound of the smack echoes off the walls and the fight is on. Both of us immediately latch onto each other’s braid. We tug and yank with one hand while the other swings wildly with slaps. The pain is intense as my head is pulled around painfully and the Indian woman’s slaps sting my skin.
The room is echoing with the sounds of combat from my opponent and me. Screams, grunts, growls and curses fill the void between the sounds of skin being slapped viciously. Two things are clear in this opening salvo, we are evenly matched and we hate each other more than two women who have never met should.
Keeping a tight grip on the Indian woman’s braid, I yank her head forward and get her off balance before spinning around to her back. I snake a leg around one of hers then power her to the mat. Vanhi hits chest first with me on top. I feel the air rush out of her lungs in a loud grunt. I clamp my legs around her belly as I keep pulling her hair, arching my back for leverage.
“Hurts don’t it, bitch?” I growl as I continue to apply pressure. Vanhi is thrashing wildly trying to get me off of her, but I work like a constrictor. I tighten my hold with every one of her movements. Before long, I’ve gotten ahold of her chin. I can hear muffled curses and moans as I stretch her spin and neck.
“Fuck… you …. weak… slut …” she cries out in a mix of pain and rage. Her nails rip and claw at my ankles and thighs, desperately searching for a way to weaken my leg scissors. I tighten my grip on her hair, twisting the braid and applying more pressure to her scalp. The darker skinned woman shrieks in pain and her hand flies up to try to free her black mane.
“Stupid…whore…” I bark as I capture her arm and trap her in a half nelson to go along with my leg hold. “You’re nothing…. I own… you… girl…..give up?” I whisper harshly into her ear.
Vanhi renews her efforts to buck free, her legs flailing as she tries to create some space for an escape. I’ve got her trapped her movements begin to slow as she realizes that I’m not letting go. “Say it, Vanhi….say it….do you fucking give?”
The dark haired groans “Fuck…I give… let me go bitch.” I keep the hold applied for a few extra seconds before I dismissively shove Vanhi away from me. We both get to our feet quickly. Wasting no time and never breaking our stare, we both lunge towards each other with a mutual scream.
I go right back after her thick, black braid, looking to put her back on the mat. Vanhi counters by going straight for my tits. I let out a blood curdling scream as her red lacquered nails sink into my titflesh. I forget about holding onto to her hair, as my hands begin trying to pry her talons from my breasts.
Vanhi presses her advantage, pushing me backwards as she tortures my chest, before she wraps her leg around mine. She trips me and we fall to the ground. She lands on top but I am able to wrap my arms around her and our legs tangle. We thrash around the mat in a frantic catball. We are both using the thick braid of our opponent as a weapon, each of us using it to pull the other off her position on top over and over.
I don’t know how long we’ve been at since the timer isn’t visible to us, but it’s been long enough for both of us to be completely covered in sweat making it even harder to hold onto any part of our opponent other than her hair. Normally, I’d be slightly embarrassed at the amount of tears flowing from my eyes but considering the circumstances- and, most importantly Vanhi crying just as much, I’m good with it.
With neither of us able to get control for more than a few seconds and our scalps taking so much damage it was inevitable that we would have to change tactics. We begin sinking our nails into each other’s hips, breasts, inner thighs and any other place we can feel loose skin or place that elicits a scream of pain.
I am able to lock Vanhi in side headlock with my back resting on her chest. Finally, something I can hold on to. I begin to grind the other woman down with my weight pressing against her. The darker skinned woman frantically tries to escape, pulling my hair, slapping body and prying at my arms. I can feel the momentum shift. I have the advantage now as she works twice as hard to escape as I have to while holding on.
“Wanna.. give.. bitch?” I hiss, cranking her jaw and neck during a lull in the action.
“Fuck… you…” the dark haired woman grunts back, still defiant even as I physically feel her fading. Then, I feel her grab my panties, now drenched with sweat to the point my neatly trimmed ‘landing strip’ is visible through the thin white material. She pulls violently in a reverse wedgie forcing loud groans as the fabric is worked like a saw on my nether regions.
The Indian woman is able to use her hold on my panties to get enough leverage to roll me. I maintain the headlock, but now Vanhi is on top and I am belly down on the mat. I hold on for all I’m worth but between sweat, fatigue and the position, she is able to escape. “No!… no!” I cry out as I find myself on my belly with my opponent straddling my lower back.
“Time to pay… you dumb cunt!” I hear Vanhi snap as she begins pulling my braid into a painful camel clutch with one hand as the other revisits my panties with a wedgie. I plant my hands and push up, alleviating some of the pain from camel clutch but she is downright vicious with the wedgie. I grimace and groan, trying to hold out while I figure a way to escape.
Thankfully, the cotton gives way. I hear the fabric ripping as it is stretched past the point of being able to effectively be used against me. I let out a sigh of relief as I no longer feel my private parts under assault. My relief is short lived as Vanhi almost immediately let’s go of what’s left of my panties and grabs my chin solidifying the camel clutch.
The effect is immediate as I tap the mat frantically. “I give… I give… stop…” I blurt out through gritted teeth. Vanhi releases the hold and rolls to the side of me, shoving me away and onto my back with her feet.
This time neither of us is in any hurry to get back to our feet and continue the fight. I have no idea how much time is left but I’m guessing less than five minutes and we are tied. For a awhile there is no sound in the room but for Vanhi and my breathing. We glare at one another as we gulp in oxygen.
“You are … mine now… weak whore” Vanhi snaps as she begins to get to her feet.
“I’m gonna… finish you… bitch” I answer as I do the same.
We begin to circle, and I take stock of the situation. Both of our braids are somewhat intact. My panties are ruined and I feel them hanging sloppily by a few threads as I move. Angrily, I rip them the rest of the way off and drop them to the ground. Even on Vanhi’s darker skin, I can see the red marks from our battle. Her breasts, in particular, show the damage of both slaps and claws. Good, I think to myself. This bitch deserves it. I can see on the monitors that I look just as bad, if not worse, since the red is even more pronounced on my white skin. My tits hurt with every step and I can still feel the effects of the wedgie on my womanhood.
Pissed off about that last part and ready to get my lead back, I fight through my tiredness and make the first move. I lunge at the Indian woman and grab her around the waist, spinning to her back. I grab her panties and use them to take her down to the mat, ripping them in the process causing me to loose control of her when the fabric gives way. We hit the ground and begin to go at it again.
I don’t know how many times we exchange scissor holds, schoolgirl pins, grapevine holds, and other submissions but our combined perspiration has effectively turn this into an oil wrestling match now and neither of us can hold on long enough to force another submission. I hear the bell sound ending the twenty minute time limit but neither of us even pauses for a beat- it’s now sudden death.
Our pace slows to almost a crawl. Our movements now deliberate and calculated. Our eyes locked. Harsh whispers of “pathetic white cunt” and “weak brown bitch” are exchanged as we roll cheek to cheek in our hate filled embrace.
Slowly and laboriously, I begin to pin Vanhi to the mat. She feels weaker this time as I pin her wrists down and mount her. “Who’s … pathetic now…. Vanhi!” I snarl as I secure my mount. “Do… you… give?”I ask, feeling her stop resisting as I pin her flat.
“Go to … hell… Pathetic… white … cunt!” The Indian woman barks back, her body tensing as she strains against the pin. We are at an impasse, I have her pinned but I can’t finish her and she is trapped. We glare at one another for a few more moments before I see my panties- shredded and lying on the mat next to us, near the other woman’s.
I reach out and grab my destroyed panties with one hand while the other grabs the dark skinned woman’s jaw. “Again… with my …cunt…. Here…. taste … my pathetic… white cunt!” I shriek as I shove them into her mouth. I try to smother the bitch with my hand and underwear as I hope to keep her pinned. Vanhi thrashes weakly as I attempt to suffocate her, sinking her nails into my wrists but there’s no way I’m letting up.
Gotcha now bitch, I think to myself as I bear down. I see her dark eyes bulge then flash with hatred just before I feel her claws sink into my tits again. Oh God, not again I think as she begins squeezing, ripping and twisting everything from my titflesh to nipples. My mind races as we keep our attacks locked on. Just give up, Vanhi. Oh fuck, this hurts. Please give up, bitch. No, no, no. Finally, I can’t take anymore and let go, pushing away as I try to escape and massage my now raw chest.
I had hoped that Vanhi was hurt worse by me smothering her but before I even have a chance to soothe my mauled chest, I feel her body crawl onto mine. Our fingers interlock and we are body to body. Our nearly identical bodies matching up perfectly as they struggle against each other in slow catball. Each of us working our way on top and trying to stay there as we try to convince our opponent to surrender.
As Vanhi gets on top again, she does something I don’t expect. Pressing the back of my hands to the mat, the Indian woman pushes her body up and then slams it back down. Her body crashes into mine like a punch. I let out a groan, she smirks and repeats the move..again and again. I try to reciprocate, flipping our position and doing the same, but she is able to slam into me two or three times for every one time I manage to do the same to her.
“My … body … is… breaking … yours… weak.. bitch…” the dark haired woman hisses into my ear as she lies on top of me. As much as I hate to admit it, she is right. I haven’t been able to roll her off of me and she is continuing to smash her body into mine, albeit, at a very slow pace. I feel her body rise off of mine slowly, her tits lifting of my battered chest last before pausing and dropping back down and flattening them. I’m fading fast and just absorbing punishment now.
“Do … you…. give … up… whore?” Vanhi asks breathlessly after slamming her body into mine for what feels like the millionth time.
“Never!” I moan defiantly, still unable to mount any counter attack. I can feel a pool of sweat beneath me as our bodies continue to pour out perspiration and I’ve been pinned on my back for several minutes now.
Knowing I’m close to being finished, I have to fight back. When Vanhi rises up again, I make my move, shifting my body as I buck, with our bodies and the mat completely wet, I’m able to get the brown skinned bitch off of me. I hear her curse as I slip and slide to her back. My legs wrap around her midsection and squeeze. I hear my rival let out a deep groan as her abdominal muscles tense and flex to keep her from giving up. With a renewed vigor, I try to dig deep and finish this woman. I slip my arms beneath her armpits and am able to lock her arms into a full nelson.
“Say… it … slut!” I growl flexing my body, trying to apply more pressure. Vanhi is groaning loudly now, as she tries to hold out. I feel her straining against me with all of her strength. She manages to free one arm but I’ve got her locked in tight. It won’t be long now, I think to myself.
I try to hold onto the same body scissors and half nelson lock that got this bitch to give up in the beginning, but between the sweat and fatigue, I can barely hold on. My thighs burn as I squeeze. “Give up…. bitch!” I pant raggedly. Vanhi’s free hand slaps at my face wildly but weakly as she focuses on holding out and trying to free herself.
“Fuck… you…. white… whore!” Vanhi groans as her hand finds my tortured tit and begins kneading it. I scream from the pain as it radiates through my chest. My legs quiver as I strain to summon any more strength to squeeze a submission from my rival’s lips, but my breast feels like it is on fire and I find I’m the one about give up. I release my legs and try to kick the brown skinned bitch away from me.
We roll a few feet apart and lie panting, trying desperately trying to get back to our feet. We make it to our knees before we let out a primal shriek and lunge at one another again. We collide, our fingers interlock again and our bodies struggle for superiority once more. Vanhi’s body proves to be stronger. She drives me backwards and I fall onto my back.
The dark haired woman is quick to cement her position on top as she straddles my hips. When she releases my fingers, I send my talons to her tits and latch on. Vanhi curses before grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them to the mat stretching them above my head, my fingers clawing harmlessly at the air. Next, the Indian woman is able to weave her legs into mine before extending them and locking the grapevine hold in.
I moan in pain as her hips press into my belly. She lifts her body up as she did earlier in the fight and smashes back down, once, then a second time, and finally a third. My opponent is nearly spent as well and unable to do anything more than hold me beneath her but the damage has been done, my body has had the last resistance beaten from it.
The room is silent but for our ragged breaths. I feel every one of hers and each one of mine comes harder than the last as I fight against her body weight. Her breasts press against my cheek and I feel her nipples get rock hard. This bitch thinks she about to win. “Fuck…. you…. skank…” I grunt as I attempt use use every last bit of energy I have left to get her off of me one more time.
Vanhi counters, flexing her legs and pressing her hips down as well as locking her arms out continuing to pin my wrists. With every ounce of remaining strength I have I try, but the tank is empty, my body has given out and relaxes back under her pin despite my mind trying to will it to fight on. Her cold dark eyes stare into mine from above. The look on her face is unmistakable, she can see it in my eyes…. she’s won.
The brown skinned woman slides her hips up my body, until her ass firmly planted on my tits, flattening them. Methodically, she traps my arms, pinning each bicep beneath a knee. She then grabs my chin, her fingers squeezing my lips as she forces me to stare at her. “How… does… it feel?…. to know you are…. weaker…. inferior…. to me?” She questions coldly before slapping my face.
I stare back with hate and defiance in my eyes but that is all I have left. I am trapped, pinned… defeated. My stare earns me another slap to the cheek followed by a backhand. “Listen loser…. when I ask a question….you answer… got it?” Vanhi snarls.
“….I get it…” I manage to say softly. When she relaxes the grip on my jaw. I see a smugness settle over face and I can’t help but add “… bitch…” to the end of my reply, earning me two more slaps.
“Insolent, blonde whore…..” the Indian woman barks, squeezing my jaw roughly. “….now, where were we?…. Oh yes….tell me how it feels to be proven inferior to me…”
“…you got… lucky…bitc-” another hard slap cuts me off. I groan in anguish, both physical and mental as I can no longer deny be beaten by Vanhi. “Ok…ok… it sucks…” I nearly whisper. The arrogant smugness replaces the anger in dark eyes glaring down at me. Now we both know it, I’ve been conquered.
“Now….tell them what you see…” the raven haired woman turns my face towards the large screens where the camera feeds are being streamed.
I swallow hard as I am forced to look at what everyone else, including my husband, sees. Every screen shows a different angle telling the same story. Vanhi sitting atop my chest. Me flat on my back, my legs and my blonde hair, with the braid now mostly undone, splayed across the mat motionless. One woman confident and powerful, the other broken.
“I… see… you… victorious….” I say after a long sigh. Vanhi cocks her head to the side and squeezes my jaw as if to say “and?” I swallow hard again before I continue “I see you victorious… and… and … I see me…. defeated”
The dominant woman slides her hips further forward until my chin is pressed against her bare womanhood. I moan softly as she forces my neck to an uncomfortable angle. “Now… loser…. tell them- tell your husband…. what you are ….and what I am!” Vanhi growls confidently.
She smiles as my eyes begin to well with tears. “No… no, please…. please don’t make me…” I sob softly enough that only she can hear.
The anger returns to her eyes. She reaches back and slaps my exposed belly causing me to curl reflexively. My body, still completely exhausted, collapses back to a flat and defeated position. The dark eyed woman glares down at me. “Tell them you are a weak… pathetic…. useless…. white ….cunt….” she whispers with contempt. “Then tell them how much better I am than you- make sure they can hear you, bitch”.
Completely broken now, I have no choice. I’m fighting back sobs as I fight for oxygen as I open my mouth. “I’m a weak…. pathetic…. loser….” The Indian woman presses her pussy harder against my chin. “A pathetic useless…. white…. cunt”. She slides back a fraction of an inch, lessening the pressure for now. I shudder as I continue “Vanhi is the better woman…. she’s stronger…. superior to this loser in every way…” I look up at her as if to say “is that good enough?” I can’t believe she has done this to me, I hate her… I hate that I let her win. I hate that I’m more scared of what she might do to me if I don’t do what she commands.
“Good…was that so hard?” Vanhi says as she begins to get to her feet. I feel the rush of air back into my lungs as her weight finally is off of my chest. I lie, panting, completely spent. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I’m only able to stare up at my conqueror.
Vanhi, still straddling me as she stands over me, stares down into my eyes, hands resting on hips, clearly soaking in the view of me lying completely defeated beneath her. Her brown skin shines as the light reflects off of the sweat covering her nude body. She raises her arms, flexing her biceps in victory. Not content with that, she places her foot on my face, rubbing her sole all over my face. “Get yourself together, loser….and get out of here….” she says as she proudly saunters towards Rajesh seductively, who is beginning to undress. Stopping on the way to pick my destroyed panties up. No doubt taking them as a trophy of her victory.
All I have been able to do is cover my face, still not recovered enough to get to my feet. I can’t bear to look at Jake, knowing he saw another woman break me like this and every time I close my eyes I see the image on the screen of Vanhi sitting atop me, it’s already seared into my memory.
I feel two strong, rough and familiar hands scoop me up, without looking I wrap my arms around my husband’s neck as he picks me up. I smell his cologne as he carries me, head curled into his chest, back to the guest room to change. I hear him tell me it’s ok, that I fought well and he is proud of me. While it is somewhat comforting, and I try to believe him, I want to believe him, but I’m worried that it will be a while before I want to fight again. Even so, I make him watch our copy of the fight with me when we get home.
Even though the fight was well over an hour long I watch my loss to Vanhi several more times during the week. Gone is the pity party, the doubt, the fear of crossing claws with another woman. Replaced now, with the desire to make some poor woman feel what I felt, the need to get better, hell, even the thought of revenge against Vanhi in a rematch. So, I continue to train, harder than before. I put my ‘catpin’ back on before I head out and look for my next adventure.
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