Savage Night in Dubai by Rough Catfights
Yara and Diba are the sexy inspirations for this vicious and passionate catfight…
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Dubai is a modern day playground for the rich and powerful. It is a place where you can truly bring any fantasy to life, make any dream come true…no matter how dark and twisted. Any perversity can be made a reality. Underground catfighting had become extremely popular in the criminal underworld. Savage, unsanctioned contests would take place between gorgeous females at elite private gatherings. Wealthy sponsors would shell out tons of money for these catfights. They never had trouble finding eager participants, hungry to fight and wanting the big winnings that were promised. Of course, you had to win first. You had to win decisively. Yara and Diba had suddenly found themselves in this bloodthirsty world…
Yara was an ivory skinned blonde of Lebanese descent. She had striking eyes that were lovely, yet cruel, ample tits and a beautiful butt. A self described brat and princess, she was extremely brash and bold. Yara had been in catfights with other hot girls since she was a teenager. Diba was a sultry Syrian born woman, with a beautiful tan body, dark eyes and shiny jet black hair. She had full lips, stunning breasts, gorgeous hips and a perfect, shapely ass. Both women were sexy as hell with killer bodies that turned heads wherever they went. They were two alpha females who intuitively looked upon other hot women as instant rivals…enemies to be vanquished. Both had been doing some modeling and this is where their paths had recently crossed. It was hate at first sight, no doubt about it. The two women just instinctively despised one another from the moment they met. Two simply breathtaking women who wanted to rip one other to shreds. It seemed to be a toxic combination of things. It was woman to woman, blonde vs. brunette. But, it was also about their nationalities, as well. It was all volatile as hell, and those who knew them certainly felt it. They were destined to clash and it promised to be truly savage. Their connections in the cutthroat modeling world had gotten the fight in Dubai set up for them to settle their score. Honesty, the money that they had been offered was only a bonus…mere icing in the cake. They were eager to enjoy the raw pleasure of a cruel and savage catfight. It got them wet just thinking about it. Lately, it was all they thought about. Yara and Diba were chomping at the bit and couldn’t wait to get their hands on one another.
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Dubai -1/24/24 – 11:35 pm. The fight was going to take place in a luxury penthouse suite. Sumptuous and decadent, with lavish furnishings. There were to be no rules in this fight. They could engage in whatever nasty moves they wanted to. There had to be a winner, no matter how long it took. It was to be brutal and merciless. Yara and Diba didn’t care. They had eagerly agreed to the conditions.
The girls sat in their separate dressing rooms, quietly waiting for their midnight battle to begin. Guests soon arrived in the main suite. Champagne was poured and passed around. Outside the huge windows, the city lights twinkled softly. The moon was full and glowed a luminous silver. These Dubai fights were usually scheduled when there was a full moon as these nights always proved to be especially wild and wanton.
”Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is time..” a deep, mysterious voice announced over a loud speaker, and the young women came from their dressing rooms into the main suite. They were both wearing exquisite evening gowns…Yara in white, Diba in black. There was a huge mat in the center of the spacious room. The expansive room was rather dark, except for several bright lights which illuminated the area where the girls would fight. The spectators sat anonymously in the darkness, off to the side. There looked to be about ten of them.
The young women walked toward the center of the room and the same mystery voice spoke again, instructing the ladies…”Yara..Diba…Welcome to Dubai. Tonight the two of you will settle your rivalry as you fight for our gathered sponsors. There are no rules. There is to be no mercy. You will fight until one girl submits to the other or is rendered unconscious. Best two out of three falls.” The voice sounded ominous and set the tone for the vicious catfight to come.
Yara and Diba began to slowly strip out of their sexy dresses…down to skimpy bra and thong panties. Again, Yara in white, Diba in black. The beautiful females stared coldly at one another. Yara placed her hand on her hip and arched her back, sticking her tits out proudly. Her erect nipples were visible through her sheer bra. Diba stood with both hands on her curved hips. She extended a shapely leg slightly and tossed back her dark hair. Both had bodies that were supple and muscular. They were fit and looked strong.
The voice sounded again. “Now ladies, approach one another and say any final words before this fight begins. Anything you would like to say to your opponent…your hated enemy.”
Hot and cocky Yara spoke first. “We’re going to settle this tonight, you fucking cunt. Everyone will KNOW I’m hotter, and I’m the better fighter…”
Diba broke in abruptly, ”Fuck you, Yara,” the sexy brunette cried. “You are going to be destroyed tonight, princess. I’ll be riding your face with my victorious pussy.”
Yara extended her middle finger and smirked coldly. Diba responded with the same rude gesture and the girls moved in closer….almost nose to nose, practically touching…
“Bitch,” Yara sighed.
”Nasty whore…I’ll fucking gape your ass..” Diba hissed spitefully.
Yara gave Diba a hearty shove. “I’m going to beat the shit out of you, skank,” she proudly cried.
Diba lunged at her blonde enemy and pressed her breasts into Yara’s. Diba’s tan C cups were equal to Yara’s. “You will be my slave bitch,” the dark haired beauty exclaimed. The women stood nose to nose, breast to breast. Both defiant and confident they would win this battle. Young and hot….full of life and the lust for fighting. A dream come true, it would be an honor for this select audience to witness two such captivating females trying to destroy one another. Yes, these sponsors were quite lucky indeed, and they knew it.
The voice sounded again over the room as the crowd became restless…
“Now, ladies…begin..”
The women glowered coldly at one another. They slowly stepped back, slightly away from each other. The air was thick with tension. The hatred between the two alluring females was palpable…enticing and electric. The sight of the two stunning beauties glaring hatefully at one another in sexy bra and panties was an incredibly erotic sight. The spectators anticipated someone to make their first move. The didn’t have long to wait…
”You..CUNT.” Yara screamed as she charged at Diba. The fiery blonde grabbed Diba’s bra and kneed her in the stomach. She then followed up with cruel slap to the face.
“Dirty slut..” the brunette cried as she responded with a resounding blow across Yara’s cheek. The women softly growled at one another like alley cats and instinctively grasped one another’s long manes of silky hair. Ripping at their crowning glory, the women pulled and yanked each other across the floor several feet as they struggled…a brief test of strength between them.
Diba pulled Yara in closer and applied an aggressive side headlock. The blonde yelped and cursed as Diba cocked her head back and held her opponent firmly. Yara reached up and pulled at a clump of Diba’s shiny hair. Both girls were thrown off balance and fell to the floor. They soon clamored upright to their knees and began battling again, hardly giving themselves time to catch their breath.
The girls attacked one another’s gorgeous breasts as the battle intensified. They dug their sharp nails into soft flesh as they gnashed their pearly white teeth. Soon pink and red claw marks appeared as they indulged in the mauling of their glorious tits…
”I want your blood, bitch,” Yara snarled. Diba had never felt such pain. It was raw and personal. Her eyes welled with tears as the blonde tore at her exquisite breasts. Soon, blood began to trickle down her brown flesh. “Yes..first blood…first blood..” Yara exclaimed gleefully, a crazed look in her wild, alluring eyes.
But, as Yara dug her sharp fingernails into that silky skin, Diba responded by maliciously plunging her own nails into Yara’s proud bosoms even deeper still. The women howled in agony. The haughty blonde was now also bleeding.
Diba looked her nemesis in the eye, their faces only inches apart. “You’re going down tonight, Yara. Mmmm…you’re going down hard tonight, baby,” Diba cried through pursed lips and urgent breath. God, she wanted to put this arrogant blonde cunt in her place, once and for all.
The audience cheered their approval at the first sight of blood. They knew these girls would not disappoint them tonight. The fighters kept ripping and clawing at one another’s tits, still on their knees. Thin little streams of blood began to trickle down their bodies as they closed their eyes and cursed. So cruel and spiteful. They were fully prepared to unleash all their bitter hatred tonight.
”Give up now, you bitch..” Yara demanded, her nails sinking deeper into Diba’s tender breasts.
Diba responded by clawing harder into Yara’s lush mammaries. “God…damn you…fuck..” Diba moaned. “Fucking blonde..TRASH..”
The women shrieked again in unison as they ravaged their breasts a few moments more. They paused and crawled around one another on all fours. Yara lunged at Diba and suddenly clawed her face. Diba grabbed Yara’s blonde locks and the two females collapsed to the floor.
Diba managed to scissor Yara around the ribs, squeezing tightly and making the blonde scream sharply in pain. The brunette strained harder still as Yara retaliated by scratching her enemy’s face again and then clawing at Diba’s slender throat.
Yara thrust herself free and mounted Diba’s back, grasping her in a cruel clutch hold. She twisted Diba’s neck and then viciously choked her from behind. “I’m more woman than you’ll ever be,” Yara proudly exclaimed. Diba gasped for air as she felt herself begin to black out. In desperation, she shifted her weight and Yara tumbled to the floor.
Diba crawled on top of her opponent and choked her savagely. “I’ll show you some choking, princess..” Diba grinned smugly.
”Syrian..SLUT..“ Yara gasped as she sank her nails into Diba’s face, then pressed her long, tapered fingers into her throat. The crowd erupted in cheers as the young women maliciously choked one another…groaning and struggling to breathe. They paused and collapsed next to one another….a slight respite from the nasty catfight.
The two quickly got to their feet and paced back and forth briefly, just a few feet from one another. They were so evenly matched. This was going to be the war they had anticipated.
”I will kill you tonight, bitch,” Yara cried.
”Fuck you! I’ll crucify you,” Diba proclaimed.
The women flew at one another again, wildly flailing…slapping and punching. The audience cheered. Hard slaps to the face then punches to their toned stomachs. Yara backhanded her nemesis hard across the mouth, splitting her lip. The blonde vixen smiled confidently as blood slowly ran down Diba’s chin. The dark haired girl wiped her lip and charged at Yara, her face flushed with rage.
Their bodies slammed together, and they grasped handfuls of healthy hair again. Yanking that hair heartily, the two staggered across the floor. The momentum sent them colliding into a nearby wall. Yara slammed the back of Diba’s head into the wall. She then rammed her forearm into the black haired girl’s neck, effectively pinning her to the wall. She kneed Diba in the pussy, then slapped her across her aching breasts…
”You’re mine…all MINE..” Yara gloated as Diba doubled over. Yara felt as though she had the clear advantage. The blonde smelled blood in the water and wanted to put her opponent away for the first fall. She grabbed Diba’s hair and pulled her head up so she could look her in the eye. “Yeah, look at me..” Yara slapped Diba in the mouth, drove a fist into her ribs and then kneed her swiftly in the pelvis. Yara smiled cruelly as Diba fell to the floor, moaning in pain. She groped for the wall and desperately tried to get back on her feet but Yara stayed on her, kicking Diba hard in the side. She crawled a few feet and collapsed onto the mat.
Yara leapt onto the brunette who was now sprawled out on her back. Her pussy throbbed with passion as she mounted Diba’s face. Slinging back her platinum blonde hair, Yara began to twist her hips and grind her cunt into Diba’s face.
”Give up, bitch.Come on…GIVE.” Yara demanded.
Diba had a sudden surge of adrenaline and threw Yara off of her after several moments of humiliation. Cursing, Yara quickly climbed onto her rival again, this time planting her glorious ass on the ebony haired girl’s pretty face. Yara grabbed Diba’s hair and forced her head deeper between Yara’s yawning ass cheeks.
Yara had Diba exactly where she wanted her. “You fucking slag…I have you now..” she said as she flashed a sexy, wicked grin.
Diba emitted several muffled cries as Yara smothered her with her ass. Yara could feel Diba’s face pressed deeply into her…her nose right up into her tight, sweaty asshole.
”Yes..oh, yes..” Yara sighed as she pumped her sexy ass into Diba’s face. “Yes…yes. Eat my ass, you bitch.“ The hot blonde thought she might cum as she dominated her exotic opponent. She had wanted to humiliate this woman since they first met. Yara had never felt more like a woman. God, she loved it.
Diba was helpless and she knew it. After a few moments, she tapped out. Yara released her. The sponsors who were supporting Yara burst into cheers and applause as the sexy blonde smiled enthusiastically at the crowd. She fucking had this, she thought to herself.
Yara stood and looked down at her nemesis, sneering coldly as she shook her head and stepped away. Diba sat up and got to her feet.
The voice announced.. ”The first fall goes to Yara.” This made it official and the two women spitefully locked eyes. “Ladies…the fight will resume in one minute.”
”Now I’ll finish this bitch off…” Yara exclaimed with a smug, confident flair.
“No, you won’t princess. You fucking lose tonight.” Diba replied. “That’s a fucking promise, bitch.” It seemed somewhat delusional at the moment, but Diba was quite sure of herself.
Yara laughed and shook her head again as the proud women approached one another in the center of the luxury suite. Their splendid bodies were softly glowing with sweat.
Yara looked Diba squarely in the eye…”I own you tonight..” she fiercely stated.
Ignoring the one minute pause, Diba suddenly slapped Yara across the face. The raven haired goddess leapt forward and slammed her tan breasts into Yara’s. Diba spanked and clawed the blonde‘s sexy ass as she mashed her tits harder into Yara. Their bodies trembled as their hard nipples pressed into soft skin. The sensuous ladies cursed as they rammed their glorious mammaries together in what was now an aggressive tit fight….intensely grinding, slapping and crushing them together over and over until they were fiery red.
They soon couldn’t help but sink their nails into those magnificent breasts again, while pulling and twisting nipples. Fresh wounds were soon opened up and their sumptuous bosoms bled some more.
“I’ll destroy those tits ..” Yara cried. The crowd cheered at the sight of the uncontrollable female savagery in front of them. Several fine streams of scarlet blood suddenly cascaded down.
Diba would endure the torture all night if she had to. She was not going to submit again. Grasping Yara’s hair, she pulled the blonde‘s head back sharply and bit into one of her already damaged breasts. She bit down as hard as she could, into the soft, luxurious flesh just above Yara’s nipple.
”God…..Fuck…“ Yara shrieked in pain. She pushed her opponent away and looked down to inspect her wound. Pretty white teeth had damaged her ivory breast and it began to slowly ooze blood. “Goddamn…I fucking hate you, slut,” Yara bitterly yelled. This fight would surely leave both women scarred for life, but they knew this going into it.
Diba only smirked and threw back her hair. She attacked Yara, snatching her luscious mane and punching her face twice before clasping her arm and throwing her to the mat. But Yara wouldn’t go down so easily. Quickly rising to her knees, the blonde fighter drove her fist into Diba’s midsection. Diba felt her stomach burn as she swiftly backhanded Yara and sent her tumbling back to the floor. She grabbed Yara’s arm and began to twist. Yara howled in pain.
”Give up, Yara. Submit!” Diba demanded but the blonde doll would not submit. When Diba savagely kicked her enemy in the side, she still refused to quit.
They knew they would have to get down and fight nastier if one woman was going to come out on top. Yara scrambled to her knees. Diba tore off Yara’s lace bra and, using it like a garrote, began to choke the blonde mercilessly. Yara’s eyes clenched shut. She held out as she hissed and loudly gasped for air.
”Give up, stupid whore!” Diba cried.
”NO…No…Fuck you, Diba..” Yara elbowed Diba in the crotch then pulled her hated foe down to the mat again.
They wrestled furiously for several moments…one sexy girl trying to gain the advantage over the other. They writhed, twisted and struggled….still so evenly matched. The taut muscles of their smooth hips and thighs strained…sexy, sweaty bodies bound together in this raw, primal competition. Their damaged, bloodied tits pressed into one another..silky flesh on flesh. They coiled their limbs together, testing one another’s strength. They locked their fingers together as they clashed. The feral women clawed soft skin until it was red and raw. The soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing could be heard as they struggled…belly to belly, legs and thighs intertwined in a spiteful embrace that only two such sexy women could know.
Diba held Yara’s wrists and bit into her throat and she heard the blonde beauty whimper in pain. She pulled at Yara’s long hair as she caught a sudden whiff of her perfumed body. Diba then bit Yara’s breast again. God, she loved the feeling of viciously biting that soft flesh. The blonde fighter screamed loudly in agony and tore at Diba’s face.
The audience was intently eating it up. They wondered if this was real or some crazy fever dream. Nearly 30 minutes into this vicious, passionate battle, the sponsors had never seen anything quite like it. Bodies drenched in sweat…fighting desperately as though their lives depended on it. Driven by dark desire and hate.…hot, sexy and bitter as hell.
Yara shredded Diba’s black bra and sank her sharp fingernails into the raven haired girl’s soft brown breasts. Diba plunged her long nails into Yara’s thin panties and began assaulting her opponent‘s tight pussy. Scratching and jabbing, Diba forced two fingers into the blonde’s cunt. She then forced in a third as Yara screamed. Finger fucking the bitch and getting her hands wet with cum, Diba then pierced Yara’s tight little asshole, gaping her like she said she would.
”Fucking GIVE…give you slut..” Diba moaned.
”Mmm…fuck no..” Yara shrieked, in searing pain and pleasure…for this was about physical as well as sexual domination.
”You’re mine now…fucking bitch,” Diba groaned with animal intensity.
Yara tore at Diba’s panties and fish hooked her pussy, finger banging her. The girls wailed as they pumped and prodded their wet holes, their hands soon covered with lush cum. Now punishing one another with explicit sexual abuse, a lurid encounter that bordered on rape. Their slender fingers soon had ripped them free of their satin thong panties, and the girls continued the torrid battle completely nude.
They paused just a few moments and slowly crawled round one another like two wildcats. Their sleek bodies, sweaty and smeared with blood….their shimmering pussys wet with cum. They suddenly surged at one another, locked their hips together and intuitively engaged in tribadism. The sounds of their wet pussys slapping and grinding mixed with cries and shrill shrieks as their pelvic muscles flexed. The fiery combatants simply could not contain their fevered lust. Their eyes locked and they tore at one another’s perfect tits again. Soon fresh wounds were opened up as more dark blood cascaded down their supple physiques. Their throbbing tight cunts kept clashing as they tribbed, their bodies bursting with ferocious passion.
“I’ll fucking show you who the real women is,” Diba declared, crazed with lurid desire.
The dark haired siren arched her hips over Yara’s, to gain the upper hand, and pounded her pussy vigorously. Their wet womanhood meshed together as one. Yara cried out and had a sharp, spewing orgasm. Her white juices ran down her thigh. Diba would cum a moment later.
The females collapsed onto the wet mat, breathing heavily as they tried to recover so they could resume their warfare. The orgasmic waves washed over them quickly. Yara clasped Diba’s hair and forced her opponent‘s head down between her creamy thighs.
”Submit…you bitch…” Yara commanded.
In desperation, Diba clawed Yara’s belly and broke free of her killer thighs. Swiftly springing onto Yara, Diba applied a cruel sleeper hold. Her long, toned arms wrapped around the blonde’s head. She squeezed and Yara soon felt herself close to passing out. She thrust her body back with a sudden surge of raw energy. Both women flailed on the mat. Yara slammed an elbow into Diba’s stomach and broke free from the sleeper.
The crowd erupted into cheers for the incredible fighting spirit on display. The woman were now lying next to one another on the floor, side by side. Their shiny nude physiques an erotic sight to behold. They cursed under their breath as they panted heavily. The fierce female fighters slowly began trying to get to their feet.
Diba suddenly leapt at Yara, pulling hair and slamming her hard to the mat. Yara huffed heavily, as she’d had the wind knocked out of her, and was now trying to draw precious air into her lungs. Diba climbed into Yara and choked her mercilessly. Yara’s eyes bulged as she gagged, her body quivering and shaking.
”Give it up….give up NOW, you fucking cunt..” Diba demanded, her voice surprisingly strong and fierce.
Yara struggled to breathe as Diba’s strong fingers clenched tighter. “Give…you stupid fuck or I’ll kill you..”
Yara gagged and wheezed as her silky pink tongue protruded. She tried to draw in air and felt herself about to pass out. “Fuck..you. I…I..give…I fucking..give..” Yara finally managed to whisper. Diba fans cheered as she released her deadly grip and stood over her hated foe.
The voice on the loud speaker announced, “The second fall goes to Diba. There will be a three minute break, and then the final fall will begin. This final fall will decide the winner. Three minutes, ladies.”
The sponsors watched the two sexy models, both covered in red scratches, abrasions and dark bruises. Still sexy as hell, with a raw, unkempt eroticism about them both. Their sweaty, blood stained skin glowed and softly shimmered, with large and small blotches of fiery pink flesh. They looked like they had been through some type of war. In truth, they had….and there was still one fall left. They now had just a few minutes to recover as much as possible from this hellish catfight. Standing naked just a few feet apart, they had some time to spew more venemous remarks at one another. Their vile hatred was palpable.
Yara was still trying to catch her breath. “You…you got lucky that round, Diba. I’ll still beat the hell out of you..”
Diba cut off the cocky blonde with a crisp slap to the face. The women then clasped each other’s magnificent tits again. Slowly they twisted as they gazed ever deeply into one another’s eyes.
”Ladies…You still have two minutes left…” But, the women ignored the announcer’s voice on the loud speaker.
The fight was back on. They simply couldn’t wait another moment. This battle was now completely on their terms.
Two gorgeous alpha females at war.
A fight to the finish…
The sexy girls shamelessly tore into one another…all or nothing. They mauled breasts again…languidly, they gouged and clawed…squeezing and tearing at tender flesh. Enduring every painful moment….dishing out cruel, unrelenting punishment…
”You..goddamn whore..God, I hate you..” Diba moaned with a cold scowl.
”Fucking..bitch….you’re gonna lose..” Yara cried as the women leered at one another with pure hatred in their sparkling eyes.
Diba slowly advanced and backed Yara towards a nearby wall, fingernails still damaging each other’s amazing tits. They howled in pain. Yara was soon up against the wall before she realized it. Diba suddenly punched her blonde haired opponent in the ribs. She then followed up with a knee between Yara‘s legs. As Yara slumped down, she fish hooked Diba’s pussy. Diba snatched Yara’s hair and both women careened to the floor. The dark haired beauty thrust her own slender fingers into Yara’s cunt as both girls mauled each other’s pussys. They would fight like two wild animals until the bitter end.
Diba leapt onto Yara and smothered her with her sore and aching breasts. Clasping Yara’s head, Diba began to grind her tits into her adversary‘s face. The two women rolled on the mat, Diba’s sweaty flesh suffocating her hated nemesis. Then suddenly, the brunette felt a sharp pain. Yara had retaliated by biting one of her silky breasts. Once into the mocha flesh and then a second bite into one of Diba’s firm nipples. Diba shrieked. It felt like the blonde bitch had bitten her nipple completely off. In shock and agony, Diba clasped Yara’s face, tearing at her savagely before ripping at a clump of her hair. Though exhausted and racked with pain, neither sexy combatant was finished just yet.
Still anyone’s fight, both were determined to win this final fall. They had fought tooth and nail for nearly 45 minutes now. The two girls had punished one another and finally unleashed their pent up hatred….something they had longed for.
Yes…the final fall…
The exquisite females stopped fighting for a moment…sprawled out on the mat next to one another…
The crowd grew restless and began to chant….”Fight…fight…fight..”
Their beautiful bodies throbbed and ached. Both were almost delirious from the physical pain and exhaustion….it was almost too much….
The ominous voice on the loud speaker spoke, “No breaks ladies. You must finish this fight. there MUST be a winner.”
The young women cast their weary eyes on one another. It was the end game now. Both so evenly matched, but there had to be a winner this violent night.
They rose to their knees and faced each other, only inches apart. They clasped one another’s lithe hands and mashed their tits together. They struggled and strained, their lean arms flexing. Their muscles pulsed with pain as their erect nipples pressed hard into sweaty flesh. They both flung back their long hair and strained, muscle against muscle. Still on their knees, each fighting so hard to overpower their hated enemy. The crowd softly cheered at the erotic sight of one perfect female body struggling against another. Finally, after several moments, their magnificent physiques caved and they crumpled to the floor.
With a cruel sneer, Diba rolled on top of Yara and scissored her head and neck. “Uugghhh….you bitch…” the platinum blonde softly sighed.
Diba squeezed harder and locked her feet together. “Submit..you piece of shit..come on…come on..” But, Yara was resilient still. She would not give.
The girls rolled and writhed slowly as Diba continued putting pressure on Yara with her scissor hold. The proud blonde clawed at Diba’s silky thighs and stomach. Diba screamed and released the hold. Diba was so very weak now. Both girls were almost completely spent, their unquencable hatred was the main thing enabling them to continue.
Yara crawled onto Diba’s back and placed her in a tight clutch hold. Arching the brunette back with a sudden, unexpected burst of strength, Yara choked Diba and clawed her tits. Diba cried again as her amazing breasts endured more abuse…
”Ohh, God…fucking cunt…” she groaned.
”Give up…give up…come on, bitch,” Yara hoarsely whispered in Diba’s ear.
Diba felt Yara’s wet pussy grinding into her back as the blonde continued to clasp her neck. “Fuck you,” Diba responded coldly. Yara released the hold, too tired to maintain it for very long.
Diba suddenly yanked a handful of Yara’s light blond hair and scissored her again, this time around the waist. Coiling her legs tightly, Diba completely ripped out a small clump of Yara’s hair.
”Auugghh…shit..” Yara cried as she drove her fist into Diba’s toned stomach. She then grabbed Diba’s shiny dark mane and tore at her tresses savagely. Their sweaty bodies tangled on the floor as the sponsors quietly watched. They couldn’t look away from the violent, erotic spectacle. Yara finally got Diba to break her hold.
The gorgeous women tore at hair again…light and dark colored strands shredded and tangled in their fingers. Yara attacked Diba’s tan breasts, clawing her flesh and biting her neck. Diba sank her teeth into her blonde enemy’s ivory breasts and clawed Yara’s pussy. They just wanted to hurt one another. Twisting and cursing, their sharp cries and yells steadily replaced with soft sighs and pain filled whispers. They had fought for nearly an hour now, their sexy physiques ravaged with red and pink abrasions…breasts bruised, clawed and bloodied…pretty faces that now had painful deep scratches.
Yara covered Diba’s mouth with her hands and began to smother her as she rolled on top. Diba pulled Yara’s hair, making her head sway back sharply. She then raked her fingernails across the blonde’s pretty face. The two women rose to their hands and knees and crawled on the floor. Clumps of hair were strewn across the mat.
Yara grabbed the remnants of her shredded bra and began choking Diba. The brunette gagged and struggled to breathe. The women fell back onto the mat as Yara continued strangling Diba with the bra. The raven haired beauty knew she was about to pass out. Yara smirked as she felt victory so very close at hand.
Diba suddenly rammed her elbow into the blonde bombshell‘s groin…once, then twice ..until Yara released her. Yara fell back as Diba tried to catch her breath. Diba mounted Yara and planted her ass firmly on her face. She felt Yara going deeper between her ass cheeks. Yara whimpered and cried, but she still wasn’t going to submit. The platinum haired blonde viciously bit Diba’s inner thigh sending waves of sharp pain through her body.
“Ugghh…cunt,” Diba cried as she fell to the mat, rubbing her inner thigh. Looking at her hand, she saw blood from the malicious bite. “You dirty bitch.” Diba rubbed her face. Her body ached, head pounded and her stomach was tied in knots.
Yara wiped Diba’s blood from her full lips. This last deciding round was hell for both participants. The two were motionless for a moment. They slowly rose to their hands and knees.
Yara grabbed Diba, thew her to the floor and applied a rear naked choke. “You’re done for,” Yara weakly proclaimed. The blonde vixen squeezed Diba’s neck from behind. Yara coiled her legs around Diba’s sleek hips but was incredibly weak.
“Do you give? Come on, Diba,” Yara softly moaned. This ends tonight.”
”No….never..” Diba whispered.
Yara squeezed again, tightly for a moment and then released the hold. She was too fatigued to maintain it. It had taken most of her remaining strength.
The women were now lying on the mat, right next to one another, panting and caressing their sore bodies. Everyone there knew the rules. This would go all night, if necessary.
Somehow Yara began to rise from the mat, gradually followed by Diba. The blonde fighter snagged Diba’s ebony mane and slapped her face.
”I’ll kill you..before the night is through..” she promised. She slapped Diba again across the mouth.
Diba staggered backwards but stayed on her feet and steadied herself. “Up yours, princess,” she muttered. Diba lunged at her opponent and punched her in the face. She had a sudden flurry of energy and knew that this was the moment.
Diba advanced as Yara fell back several steps. She chopped her blonde adversary across the breasts then slapped her hard. Yara tumbled to the floor, rolling from her stomach to her back. Diba jumped onto Yara and abruptly sat on her face. The blonde beauty emitted a muffled cry in protest. Diba ignored it as she tugged at Yara’s flaxen hair and pulled her head and face deeper between her silky warm thighs. Diba’s shaven pussy began pumping steadily into her rival…
”Yes…oh fuck…yesss..” Diba groaned lustfully. She finally had the bitch exactly where she wanted her. “Your face is my dildo, you slut.” Diba kept grinding her wet pussy into Yara’s face as the sponsors watched and began cheering. The blonde’s nose was buried between Diba’s soft pussy lips…deeper and deeper still. Her womanhood was enveloping Yara. Yes…right where she wanted her.
”You’re MINE now, you whore. Submit….fucking submit..” Diba cried. She pinned Yara’s arms down with her legs then flashed a broken smile. “Yeah….oh yeah….fuck…you are..mine..” Diba’s head swayed back and forth, exhausted and yet still caught in the ecstasy of the moment. She knew Yara was helpless. Diba felt her getting weaker by the moment…becoming more and more her submissive slave.
Diba grasped Yara’s hair and yanked her head out from between her thighs…”Do you give up, Yara? Do you submit to me?”
”Yes..” Yara cried weakly. “Yes…yes..I fucking submit..you cunt..”
Diba’s sponsors cheered and howled their approval.
The voice of the announcer proclaimed, “The third fall goes to Diba. Diba is the winner of this fight.”
Diba’s fans erupted into applause again. But, Diba wasn’t finished. She was nearly oblivious to the audience that was there to bear witness. This now had to play out completely and the fight sponsors were more than willing to let that happen, regardless of who they were pulling for.
Diba started grinding her luxurious pussy into Yara’s pretty face again. “I own you. Tell me…tell me I own you..” Diba ordered. She pulled Yara’s head out from between her legs again to await a response.
There was a moment of silence as Yara hesitated. Then she finally complied. “You own me, bitch….God, I hate you…You fucking OWN me,” Yara cried out, her features now covered with Diba’s cum.
”Yes…oh, yes. You’re my slave bitch, aren’t you?”
”Yeah….yes..I’m your fucking slave bitch,” Yara moaned in submission.
After an hour of cruel catfighting, Diba rose from atop Yara and stood over her, flashing a triumphant smile. She then displayed a victory pose as she placed her foot on Yara’s pelvis.
Diba’s sponsors cheered. The crowd now wanted more, as was the custom in these catfights. Yara had fought valiantly, but she was now broken and defeated. Furthermore, she would have to endure more humiliation and degradation before this night ended. Total defeat meant total ownership and the crowd was practically salivating at the prospect of what Diba now had in store for Yara.
The brunette reached down and pulled Yara up by the hair, holding the blonde’s head inches from her pussy…
”Now…eat my victorious pussy, you fucking slut.” Diba thrust Yara’s head between her legs. Yara began licking Diba’s pussy which was wet and swollen with passion. The blonde was tentative at first but soon began hungrily eating Diba. It was an incredible sight. Both women naked and sweaty, their bodies battered.
Yara knelt in front of Diba and ate her out, hungrily licking her pussy. It was all a part of the uninhibited, primal ritual. A brutal beatdown followed by total sexual domination.
Diba was quickly getting off as she murmured, “Mmm…yes…eat me…eat my pussy, Yara.” She stroked Yara‘s hair as the blonde hungrily devoured her. “Suck it…fucking suck my clit, you slut.” Yara did just that, enthusiastically burying her face between Diba’s thighs…eating her and sucking her sleek, erect clitoris. “Ohhh…Fuck yeah. Good girl, you dirty fucking whore.” Diba would cum on Yara, leaving her juices all over the blonde‘s face.
Diba grasped Yara’s hair again and threw her to the mat. “Dirty whore, I told you I’d win,” Diba proudly exclaimed. The winner was quickly handed a robe. She covered her nude body and soon exited the suite.
Yara was also offered a robe, but she would sit naked on the mat for several more minutes. She rubbed her sore body, trying to maintain her composure and come to terms with her bitter loss. It was an incredible catfight that could have gone either way. Perhaps Yara was a little too cocky and that ended up working against her. Whatever the reason, she had tasted defeat, something that had rarely happened with this platinum blonde goddess. She now knew that the hot brunette fucking owned her. She was Diba’s bitch…her plaything. She had been beaten physically and sexually, as well as emotionally.
Yara would have to somehow swallow her pride and live the life of a submissive slave bitch…at least for now.
The End
