It has been a while since Vanhi broke me. I wouldn’t say I’ve gotten over it, but I have been getting the urge to redeem myself. I’ve been wearing my ‘catpin’ on my coat as I run around town, going about my business. I just want to fight another bitch privately. I’m not sure if I could handle Jake seeing me conquered like that again. It’s after the holidays, the weather is still cold and shitty. Kind of like my mood. There’s hardly anyone out, let alone fighters, and if they are out, they evidently don’t want to fight in this type of weather. After a few days, I’ve nearly forgotten that I’m wearing it…that is until I stop into a bakery that specializes in fancy cakes.
I made it into the bakery just before closing and the owner, an attractive woman named Brandy, and I quickly make my order. In our haste, neither of us notice that the other is wearing a ‘catpin’. As she hands my credit card back to me, saying “Anything else…”, both of us freeze. Simultaneously, we become aware of the situation. “…well.. I guess there is…” she finishes, her demeanor becoming icy.
My eyes narrow instinctively, as I begin sizing up the baker. “Where?…” I ask as I begin tying my golden hair into a ponytail.
“I have too many projects here, but…I know a place….of you don’t mind the outdoors…” she says, her light blue eyes drilling into me.
“Lead the way” I reply tersely. Neither of us say a word as she locks up her shop and she gets into her SUV. I follow her a couple of miles to the outskirts of town and send a quick text to my husband to let him know that I’ll be late. She unlocks a gate leading onto a dirt road. She drives a bit further to a clearing with an old barn before parking just outside of it.
We get out and make our way inside the dilapidated structure. A quick glance at the sinking winter sun tells me that we don’t have much light left. ‘Great’, I think to myself, it’s already nearly freezing out here and only going to get colder if it gets dark. At least the barn is keeping the wind off of us and making it somewhat tolerable.
We stop and face each other in the middle of the rickety old barn. Our breath, visible and swirling in the still air of the barn as our stare down begins. “Rules?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Only that once someone gives up, its over….other than that, anything goes” Brandy says confidently.
“Fair enough….” I say as I slide my coat off and toss it into a corner. The other woman does the same, then stares at me as she removes her sweater and jeans, in a kind of challenge. I silently do the same. The cold air stings my skin as I stand across form the other woman in my pink panties and bra with goosebumps covering every bit of my body.
I take stock of Brandy, her porcelain skin contrasting sharply against the matching black bra and panties she is clad in. I can tell she is in her early 30’s while I am just over six months from turning 40. Her jet black straight hair hangs to her shoulders. At 5’2”, she is several inches shorter than my 5’ 5 1/2”. We both weigh around 130 pounds but it is distributed much differently. I’m slightly leaner, with the beginnings of a six pack starting to form across my artificially tan skin. She is fit, but thicker, with bigger hips and legs, and she still has a feminine softness to her.
She looks me over, each of us trying not shiver as we stare one another down. She looks at my chest with a dismissive scoff and slips her bra off. The milky white double D’s freed and swaying, her thick pink nipples hard as diamonds from the frigid weather. I refuse to be out done and remove my top as well, my proud B cups bared to the elements.
We walk towards each other, until our bodies touch. I’m thankful for the warmth from the contact of our bare skin. Brandy stares up at me “You don’t have a chance, blondie…this is my world” her ice blue eyes capturing all of the cold that surrounds us.
“We will just have to see about that, won’t we…your pale ass will beg me for mercy” I growl back, our bodies pushing against each other trying, simultaneously, to seek some sort of heat and establish dominance early on.
Brandy’s blue eyes flash in anger, she growls and wraps her arms around me and the fight is on. She gets me into a bear hug and lifting me onto my toes. I groan and begin to fight back, sinking my red nails into her scalp and shoulder.
She lets out a scream as my nails dig into her. “You bitch!” the shorter woman shrieks at me before driving me backwards towards a wooden beam in the middle of the barn. The entire structure shakes from the impact of my back into the beam.
I groan as the air is knocked from my lungs. Brandy keeps me pinned to the beam and starts choosing her shots, landing rib shaking punches to my torso. I try to pull her off of me by the hair, but the porcelain bitch is having none of it and slings me to the hard dirt floor.
I land on my back with a thud. I roll away ono my belly and try get back to my feet. “Get back here, bitch!….I’m not done with you!” She shrieks as she dives on top of me before I can, straddling my lower back. The thicker woman grabs my ponytail and yanks it backwards, slapping my face relentlessly. The cold amplifies the pain of every vicious slap that stings my cheek.
Almost in a panic, I try to flip and flail in an attempt to dislodge my icy tormentor. Finally, I am able to get my knees somewhat underneath me and buck Brandy forward enough that she loses her balance. After taking what felt like a dozen or so rough slaps to my face, I get her off my back as she lands off to the side of me. She still has a death grip on my hair and no intentions of letting go.
I know I have to escape and, in a frenzy, I kick and punch wildly at her, hoping to free myself and get back to my feet. She does the same and for a moment we look- and sound, like two barn cats going at it. I have been in a lot fights and a lot of catballs, but this one might just be the most frantic. We roll across the dirt, scratching, punching, pulling hair, our legs tangled and fighting for control. The screams and shrieks, while nothing more than primal and incoherent screeching, perfectly convey the ferocity and desperation that is going on in a way that words would not be capable of.
The wild catball ends when I am able to pin the dark haired baker to the dirt floor. I begin to exact some retribution from all of the earlier slaps that Brandy inflicted on me as I begin to do the same to her.
I sit straddling my opponent’s belly with one knee pinning her left hand to the ground. My left hand pressing her cheek into the hard packed dirt floor of the old barn. My right mercilessly claws and punches her large, natural tits as I fight to keep her from sinking the talons of her right hand into my wrist.
I feel the blue eyed bitch beginning to fade as she struggles against me and I press my advantageous position. I begin ruthlessly pummeling Brandy’s ribs. Her ragged breath signaling that I might be nearing a victory.
“Give… it ….. up…. you….. pasty…. bitch…..you’re….done…” I shriek as my hands both begin to grab her throat.
“…..ffffffuck….you….” Brandy hisses as my grip starts to tighten around her windpipe. Even as her eyes begin to bulge, defiance burns in her ice blue eyes.
Enraged by the raven haired woman’s refusal to admit defeat, my grip tightens with my left hand as my right fist draws back. “Last…. chance…. cunt!” I scream.
Just as the words leave my mouth, my eyes catch a handful of dirt. Temporarily blinding me and giving the pale white bitch the opportunity she needs to escape.
Brandy bucks me off and we both scramble apart. I get to my feet as quickly as I can. Everything is blurry from dirt and sweat that stings my eyes. I flail blindly, striking out at every shadow, that streaks across my injured eyes.
As I begin to regain my eyesight, I’m driven back by a hard body punch that nearly doubles me over. I manage to land a front kick that sends my tormentor backwards, giving me a moment’s respite. “Cheatin’ whore…” I snap instinctively as I rub the last of the dirt from my eyes.
Brandy responds with a shriek as she charges me. The shorter woman’s shoulder sinks into my belly before I can react, sending me reeling backwards. The rickety barn wall gives way as our combined weight crashes into it and we both tumble out into the cold.
We hit the frozen ground, landing on my back before I buck my hips, sending us rolling down a small, but steep hill off the side of the barn. Both of us being experienced catfighters, we instantly latch on to one another’s hair and our legs entangle. Our bodies writhe as we attempt to secure the top position even as we tumble over stick and stones on our way to more level ground.
As night begins, the cold starts to assert itself and become a factor, I’m becoming increasingly aware of every scrape, scratch and bruise that has been inflicted upon me by this frigid battlefield as well as by my opponent. In short, everything hurts.
At the bottom of the hill, Brandy and I continue our slow, methodical catball. We cling to each other as much out of a desire for warmth as out of wrestling strategy. Our battle grinds both of us down until all that either of us has left is our instincts and determination. Our shivering bodies have finally come to rest at the edge of a frozen creek.
“Give… up… you… fucking… blonde… cunt!” Brandy screams raggedly as she makes a furious, desperate push to take control of our war. As much as I struggle and strain against her, I feel my shoulders flatten onto the ice of the frozen creek. I hear the ice crackling beneath me and the sound of water trickling underneath that as the pale bitch’s body presses onto me, her thick pink nipples rock hard and battling mine as her bigger chest covers my smaller tits. Her fingers are interlaced with mine as she holds the backs of my hands against the icy surface. With our bodies lining up perfectly, we are nose to nose as she barks “Say… it, Kelli… say it!”?
Venom is dripping from her lips as she finishes her demand. Her blue eyes drilling into mine. As much my body hurts and as exhausted as I am, I never even consider it. “Fuck… you… you… pasty white bitch!” I growl back defiantly, before rallying everything I have in one last ditch effort to exchange places with the shorter woman. My heel breaks through the ice and digs into the mud, giving me some much needed leverage as I bridge my hips sending us onto our sides.
We are still nose to nose, glaring at each other, our ragged breaths swirling like smoke around one another’s face. We engage in an unconventional test of strength lying on our sides briefly before I am able to force my raven haired nemesis onto her back.
Brandy’s back arches as the cold ice collides with her back and shoulders. I hear her curse as my body slides on top for, I hope the last, time. Then, as my longer legs snake around hers, I hear the other woman groan out “No!” as I lock in the grapevine hold. Hearing the Ice Queen crack reinvigorates me.
I forcefully flex my legs and stretch Brandy’s inner thighs until I hear her curse me through gritted teeth. My hips are forced into her belly, making every one of her breaths hard to take as we both strain. The hold is locked in and here we are, our wills battling just as much as our bodies, stuck in this moment. Her trying to resist, me trying to break her. My hands, still interlocked with hers, push out, moving her hands above her head. I stretch the shorter woman’s body and amplify the effectiveness of my hold. We are still nose to nose, but now I’m on top giving the commands. “You’re… beat…. bitch…. fuck…ing…. give!” I snarl.
“Fuck.. you… blonde whore…” my big titted rival spits back, her eyes flare with the same defiance as mine had earlier. I can feel her summoning her strength for another rally. My body stiffens in anticipation of her counterattack. We grunt and groan as our bodies struggle against each other again. As our deadlock continues, the only visible movement is the shivering of bodies as the temperature continues to sink when the winter sun vanishes beneath the horizon.
“Say…it!”
“Never!”
“Give up… whore!”
“Fuck…you!”
“Slut!”
“Bitch!”
“I’ll … kill … you …cunt!”
“You’ll … have … to… twat!”
Back and forth we go, hurling the worst insults our fatigued minds can muster at each other. I demand her submission and she denies me. I begin to wonder if we will freeze to death before we finish this. Just then, I hear the ice beneath us begin to pop and crackle. Moments later Brandy and I crash through the ice and we sink a couple of inches into the icy water and mud.
I manage to maintain the grapevine hold. I can almost feel the skin turn red around my knees and lower legs as the cold water stings me. My teeth are chattering, my body is shivering uncontrollably and now, the wind is picking up to make matters worse. I don’t know if I’ve ever been colder in my entire life as I am here in nothing more than my panties, a couple of inches deep in frozen water and mud, but, at least, I’m the one on top and Brandy is the one in the water. The only thing I want more than warmth right now is to hear this bitch utter those two little words and I’m committed to seeing it through. Hypothermia be damned.
I’m not sure how long we continue like this. It feels like forever but I’d wager it’s less than a minute when Brandy’s chattering mouth opens. “I….g-g-give….I-I-I…. q-q-quit!”
I let out a long sigh before rolling off of Brandy, who is still laying in the hole that we created when the ice broke. For a few moments, all I can do is watch my breath as it floats into the night sky, my body is shivering as the adrenaline rush fades away. I realize that, being dressed in only my soaked panties could be lethal out here and begin to try to crawl back to the muddy bank of the creek.
I use a tree to get back to my feet, then I look back at Brandy, she looks stuck. I know I have to help her, and I’m not so sure I can make it back to my Jeep by myself anyway. I stagger back to the pale woman and help her to her feet. We each hold onto the other woman’s body instinctively for warmth as we make our way back up the hill.
We get to the vehicles and I realize that my keys are in my pants back in the barn. Brandy collapses, unable to go any further. With my body shaking and aching, I make it back to the barn and grab my jeans. My fingers are too numb to reach into the pockets, so I drag them back to the Jeep and press through the pockets until the keyfob unlocks the Jeep.
We quickly crawl into the vehicle and I turn it on, running the heat full blast. Brandy and I sit in silence under the blanket that I keep in case of emergencies. After close to an hour we finally feel up to getting out and grabbing our clothes from the barn. We make it back and Brandy hangs out in my Jeep while her SUV warms up.
I don’t know if it is because we just survived our frozen war or what, but all of the rage and animosity from our fight is gone. Replaced with respect- and a kind of kinship. She thanks me for helping her and I joke about a rematch…as long as it’s in the summer. The blue eyed woman just chuckles and offers to bake my cake for free to change the subject. I can tell a rematch is the furthest thing on her mind after the frozen Hell we just put ourselves through.
Later that night, I soak in a long, warm bath. Even though I am sore and tired, I enjoy watching my husband’s face as I tell my story of the fight with Brandy. I describe every little scratch and bruise on my body and do my best to describe the damage I did to the baker. My pride and confidence swell as I watch him hang on my every word. I feel like I’m back. No, I know I’m back….though, I think I’ll use my brain a little bit and take a few days to heal up before I go looking for my next adventure.
Continued in Chapter 22! Click Here to Go There!
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