Valerie vs. Melanie: The Rematch by Rough Catfights
Sexy adult film starlets Valerie and Melanie Rios had not seen one another in months. A nasty feud between the former friends and lovers had culminated in an arranged catfight in a luxury hotel suite in Miami. Both women made a lot of money that night, but Valerie earned more since she had won. The women needed time off…time away to renew themselves and heal the wounds, physical as well as mental and emotional. They both yearned to see their beautiful homeland of Colombia again. Valerie returned in late September. Little did she know that Melanie had already come home a month prior. They would briefly find the peach and tranquility they wanted, completely unaware that their hated enemy could be around any street corner. They would soon enter a hellish situation that would change them both….forever.
Valerie had reconnected with her family, especially her two siblings (a brother and sister). She still liked to let loose and have fun and was spending a lot of time in the exciting (sometimes dangerous) city of Medellin. You had to be careful there and always be keenly aware of your surroundings. Valerie’s favorite hangout was a popular bar called Afterglow. She found herself there almost nightly, hitting on both men and women. Valerie had an insatiable sexual appetite. One Saturday evening she found herself in the bar wearing a sexy skintight red dress. It was warm and humid. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of perfume. Valerie was sipping a colorful cocktail when a hot guy approached her. He said his name was Antonio. The two seemed to hit it off right away and were soon talking and laughing. Antonio had short black hair, a closely trimmed beard and wore a dark suit. He was soft spoken and didn’t seem to know who Valerie was, which she liked. There was a mysterious air about him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She knew she wanted him.
“Yeah baby, I’m staying at the hotel just down the street,” Antonio said with a smile.
Valerie responded with a sweet, sexy grin. She knew all about the hotel. Valerie had been there many times and she’d had her fair share of wild parties and one night stands. Yeah, she wanted Antonio. But, she wasn’t ready quite yet.
Valerie kissed him softly on the cheek. “Be right back, okay?”
Antonio nodded and the hot Latina darted into a nearby ladies room. A few minutes later she was back and had another neon colored drink waiting for her along with a leering Antonio. Valerie gingerly downed her drink as Antonio continued staring at her hungrily. He looked like he wanted to fuck her right there.
Valerie touched his lips and their dark eyes met. “Mmm…let’s go,” Valerie softly sighed. Antonio wrapped a strong arm around Valerie’s slender waist and the two began to leave the bar.
Suddenly, Valerie began to feel strange. Her head was swimming as they got outside and made their way down an alleyway. Antonio didn’t say a word. The last thing Valerie remembered was his dark, piecing eyes still staring down at her.
Then…everything went black.
Melanie loved clubbing and frequented the hottest spots in Bogota. Her favorite was Club Taboo, where all the sexy, connected people went to party. The place was packed this Saturday night. It was sweaty…body to body as the music pumped and throbbed. A hot stud by the name of Carlos had caught Melanie’s eye that particular evening. He came grooving up quickly and was soon grinding his rock hard manhood against her velvet hips on the dance floor. Carlos felt her slinky little body gliding through his fingers. Melanie had on her favorite black dress. Her apartment was nearby and she knew that they were going to be there soon.
Hardly a word was spoken as they took a break in the lounge. Carlos went to get them drinks. She watched him walk away. Oh yeah, he was fucking hot, no doubt about it. Young and muscular with long black hair he wore in a ponytail. He looked dangerous, but Melanie didn’t care. She had felt his firm cock pressed up against her. She wanted him inside her.
Momentarily, Carlos returned with the drinks. Yeah…this guy looked dangerous, like someone’s fucking bodyguard…maybe one of the cartels. But, Valerie still didn’t care. She always had a weakness for bad boys. The two downed their drinks.
“You ready to go to my place?” Melanie asked.
Carlos didn’t say a word. He grabbed Melanie’s arm rather forcefully, but she liked it. Soon they were outside, on the quiet street
and away from the noisy people. Melanie tripped and almost fell as they passed through a small, dimly lit park. Carlos caught her, still not saying a word. Things suddenly didn’t feel right. Melanie broke out in a cold sweat as her head became cloudy. She felt light on her feet. She thought that Carlos was actually carrying her now.
“My apartment’s…over there….”
But Melanie wouldn’t make it back to her apartment this Saturday night.
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God only knows how much time had passed. Valerie awoke to the pungent smell of mold and mildew. She felt warm and her skin was damp with sweat.
Was it night or day? Fuck….her head was still swimming. She tried to move and realized her hands and feet were bound, and she was lying on her back. She looked up at the ceiling, covered with brown water stains. Three fluorescent lights flickered above her…one was partially burned out.
As she glanced to her left in the windowless room, she could make out another girl lying next to her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust in the poorly lit space and for her to realize that the other girl in there with her was Melanie. Her ex girlfriend had tape over her mouth and was stripped bare, except for a skimpy pair of black bra and panties. Valerie quickly realized that her own mouth was also taped and that she was stripped down to her black lingerie, just like Melanie.
What the fuck was going on? Val’s heart began to race….
Melanie suddenly began to stir. She was now coming to as well and began to softly moan…
Where the fuck were they? Why were they in there together?
Valerie sensed the closeness of the small room. The air was stale and humid. She felt the gritty dirt floor beneath her and noticed they were surrounded by cinder block walls, partially covered with rough plaster that was chipping off in places. As she looked to her right, Valerie could make out an ominous steel door. It looked like a desolate basement. Dark and bleak… a hellish dungeon.
Valerie glanced back over at Melanie to find her fully awake and now glaring back at her. Melanie’s brow furrowed and she tried to speak even though her mouth was taped.
What the fuck was going on? Valerie heard some type of machinery kick on and start running somewhere outside the room. Looking up toward the ceiling again, the hot little captive saw three cameras set up, their red lights suddenly glowing in the dimness. She felt a gnawing in her stomach when the steel door abruptly opened. Three men entered, dressed in black from head to toe and wearing black bandanas over their faces. Gloves..leather boots.
Valerie and Melanie studied them as they approached. They didn’t see Antonio or Carlos among them. What the fuck was this? A gang? Some sort of fucking cult perhaps?
Two of the men crouched down and tore the tape from the girls’ mouths. They yelped in pain, but the bastards didn’t seem to care in the least. The third man watched intently as the other two then untied the prisoners….first their feet, then their hands. The ropes were left there on the floor. The ladies looked down at their wrists as they sat up. The tight coarse ropes had rubbed their skin raw.
Melanie suddenly spoke. “What the FUCK is this?”
She was immediately slapped hard across the face by the man who had just untied her. “Shut the fuck up, you little cunt! We TALK, you LISTEN. Understand? UNDERSTAND?” He demanded a response.
“Y-yes..” Melanie whimpered, looking down at the dirt floor.
Valerie looked at her former friend and almost felt sorry for her.
The mysterious captor then cocked his head and stared at Valerie. “Do YOU understand, bitch?”
“Yes,” Valerie quickly responded.
“You can TALK if we ask you something. Otherwise, keep your fucking mouths SHUT.”
The two men who had untied the girls went and stood by the door as the third man began to address their captives. He stood over the two and looked down at them. Despite the dark bandana that covered half his face, the Rios girls could tell the sick fucker was smiling.
“Valerie..Melanie. We know of the bitter feud that has existed between you two bitches for quite some time. We know of your fight in Miami. A fight which you won, Valerie.”
The two women glared hatefully at one another.
“Now..you bitches ask..why you’re here.” He paused. “I am like…the Wizard of Oz. Yeah..the Wizard of fucking Oz. I like to make dreams come true, even for stupid little skanks like you. Do you like the Wizard of Oz?”
The girls both answered in the affirmative and hoped it was the right answer.
“Yeah..everybody loves the fucking Wizard of Oz. So…I know that you two little cunts have been wishing for a rematch ever since your first fight. Am I right, Valerie?”
Valerie looked at their mysterious captor and then back at Melanie. “Yes”.
“Melanie, have you wanted to have another nasty fucking fight with this slut since she kicked your ass months ago?”
“Fuck yeah,” Melanie replied coldly.
“Well now, that’s why I’ve brought you both here…why we’ve brought you here. To make your sweet little fucking dreams come true. You see…we’re doing this for you,” the man exclaimed as Valerie glanced up at the cameras above them.
“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to have a little fucking rematch between the two of you. You want it…and we want it.”
The bastard was rock hard now and the captives noticed his erect cock despite his black pants. He approached Valerie, pulled her by the hair and looked down at her…
“What are you going to do to this bitch? Huh?”
“I’m going to kick her fucking ass…again!” Valerie hissed.
“Mmmm…and Melanie, what are YOU going to do to Valerie here?” he asked.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Melanie proclaimed, looking directly at Valerie.
“Oh, hell yes, that’s what I like to hear…a hot young girl with a fucking purpose,” the man exclaimed as he tugged at Melanie’s long auburn hair. He stood above them and addressed both female captives again. “Like I said, we’re going to have a rematch between you two. No rules. No time limit. There has to be a winner. Do you BOTH understand?”
The girls nodded their heads. They understood.
“Now, we’re leaving. Then you may begin fighting. There will be no money awarded to either of you. Money is the mother fucking root of all evil. Your prize will be your life and your freedom. There’s a very good chance that only one of you little bitches leaves here alive. You understand?”
Again, the girls nodded their heads. Yeah…these assholes wanted a death match.
“Mmmm..good. Very good. Remember, no rules. No fucking mercy.” With that, the mystery men joined his two cohorts by the door. They left the small room and loudly slammed the steel door shut.
The girls heard the men lock the door and walk away. They looked at one another. The two had been through a lot together. Friends and lovers…now the most bitter of enemies. After Miami, they really didn’t think that they would ever see each other again. But…here they were. Locked up together, forced to fight in a dirty little room in some godforsaken part of Colombia.
They slowly rose to their feet, their smoldering eyes still fixed on one another. The longer they glared, the more their animosity grew. Their vile contempt for one another gradually was reawakened. Just being together again…so close. It all came flooding back to them. The pain and sorrow, the raw emotion. Melanie had cheated on Valerie and things were never the same between them after that.
“I meant what I said, bitch. I’m gonna fucking kill you,” Melanie stated with a cruel sneer.
Without saying a word, Valerie took a step forward and spit in Melanie’s face….
“Fuck you, baby.” Valerie flashed a delicious grin.
Melanie wiped the frothy saliva from her cheek and slapped Valerie hard across the face. Valerie quickly responded with a brisk slap of her own. Melanie felt the sting across her cheek.
“I’ll be the one who finishes YOU, cunt..” Val promised.
They had all the time in the world and no one to stop them. Sick and depraved but also liberating. Their captors wanted a brutal fight to the finish. That’s what the man had told them and they knew he meant what he said.
The girls grabbed each other’s manes and growled as they began to savagely slap and punch one another in the face…back and
forth. Their groans and cries filled the small room as they struck harder and harder. This fight was starting out brutal. They paused for just a moment or two. Melanie licked some blood from her luscious lips. Again the wildcats leapt at one another, grabbing hair by the root and pulling as they tossed wildly, flexing their taut muscles.
The girls stumbled back toward one of the cinder block walls and started another round of vicious attacks on their soft, striking features. The hot little fighters began scratching each other, nails digging in deeply. Their fingernails were so very sharp and quite soon they felt warm blood on their fingers. They both screamed as fine red streams steadily ran down their faces. So early in the fight, and it already looked like they were determined to tear one another’s faces off. Still standing, they clenched themselves together tightly, their faces touching. Melanie dug her nails into Valerie’s throat.
”Fuck…dirty bitch..God, I hate you..” Valerie wailed as she tried to gouge Melanie’s eyes.
The combatants fell against the cinder blocks as they continued their clawing. Melanie grabbed Valerie’s hair and started to grind her face into the wall. Valerie felt like her face was on fire. Melanie scratched Valerie’s face then smothered her mouth with both hands, forcing her down to the dirt floor for the first time. Melanie pressed hard, cutting off her opponent’s air as she dug her thumbs into Valerie’s sinewy throat and carotid artery.
Valerie started viciously clawing at Melanie’s lithe body…scratching her pelvis and stomach, then her hips. She then drove a fist into Melanie’s tight abs causing her to tumble to the floor. The women scrambled back to their feet. Valerie was still up against the wall and Melanie jabbed her in the side. The swift blow sent Val down to her knees. As she tried to catch her breath, Melanie slapped her soundly across the face. Smiling wickedly, she grabbed Valerie’s silky hair. Before she could follow up, Valerie sent a fist into her soft pussy mound…
“Fucking puta..” Melanie screamed as she fell back against the hard wall.
Valerie surged and slammed Melanie’s head into the wall then kneed her midsection. “Got you now, bitch.” Val grasped Melanie’s hair and tore at her pretty face again then smothered her nose and mouth. Melanie raked her fingernails along Valerie’s temple and snatched a handful of hair…yanking her head back sharply.
The girls embraced and staggered away from the wall, crashing into the cold steel door. The handle caught Valerie in the small of the back and sent waves of pain up and down her spine. Despite the shock of pain, she brutally slapped Melanie across the face and sent her reeling. Valerie suddenly noticed a small window in the door with crude mesh wiring over it. It was at eye level, and curiosity got the better of her. She peered out the window, squinting to see what was outside the room. She could just begin to make out a dark, empty corridor. A moment’s distraction was all Melanie needed. She crept up behind her former friend and drove a knee into Valerie’s lower back. Pain coursed through her body as she slumped against the door. Melanie quickly followed up, ripping at Valerie’s face with her nails then smashing and grinding her into the mesh wiring in the window. Val howled with pain as small scratches were torn into her forehead. Grabbing her hair, Melanie rammed Valerie’s head into the steel door and flung her to the floor where she slowly writhed and groaned.
Melanie slowly began to circle around her fallen adversary, flashing a devilish grin. “I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you,” she promised. As Val tried rising to her feet, Melanie slapped her back down again and began stomping and kicking her savagely. “You’re gonna lose this time. I swear it.”
Melanie spotted the ropes that they had both been tied up with lying in the floor. She picked up one of the longer pieces of rope and crept up behind Valerie as she was trying to get to her feet again. Cruel Melanie began to wickedly choke Valerie with the rope. Pushing her back down to the floor, the sexy girl pressed her knee into Valerie’s back and pulled back on the rope with all of her might. Valerie’s eyes bulged as she desperately gasped for air. The rope began to dig into Valerie’s throat as it was tightened. The bitch was going to finish her unless she did something. About to panic and feeling herself starting to black out, Valerie thrust her body back and threw Melanie off balance. The women lurched toward the wall as Melanie kept the rope tightly across her enemy’s slender neck. Tears welled in Valerie’s eyes.
“Die, bitch. Fucking DIE..” Melanie spitefully hissed as she gritted her teeth.
Against the wall, Valerie rammed an elbow into Melanie’s toned little stomach. Once…twice…until Melanie finally released the deadly grip around her throat. Valerie had a burst of adrenaline and tore into her opponent. Melanie fought back and the women ripped at each other’s faces before clawing at their throats and choking one another. There was no doubt this was a life or death struggle…kill or be killed. They both instinctively knew that only one of them would escape this fucking hellhole alive.
Once again, Melanie grabbed Val’s hair and began to grind her face into the rough wall…
“Aaaagghhh….no..” Valerie begged as her gorgeous face was damaged even more…her tender skin bloodied with fresh wounds. Melanie then slashed Valerie again with her sharp nails, trying to open her up even more. But, Valerie managed to force Melanie back against the wall and kneed her in the cunt….
“My turn, bitch.” Valerie clasped a handful of hair and drove Melanie’s head into the hard cinder block wall. Melanie howled with pain as blood trickled down her cheeks.
Their lovely faces were slowly being decimated in this cruel, hate filled war, gradually becoming reddened with blood as they maliciously tore into one another. Their captors demanded no mercy, and the two alluring captives were not going to give any to one another. They didn’t seem to care as their lithe tan bodies glowed with sweat and blood.
Melanie pressed her nemesis into the wall and smashed a fist into her tender cunt. Valerie doubled over as the pain swept through her lean hips. She quickly responded, digging her nails into Melanie’s black panties and clawing at her labia. “I’ll tear your fucking pussy out, dirty whore..” she exclaimed.
The savage women pulled at one another’s silky panties. Painful wedgies as the sheer material felt like it was cutting into their pussys. More screams of agony as they mauled each other’s womanhood. Melanie thrust two fingers into Valerie’s vagina. Their faces touched and the former lovers felt one another’s hot breath on their sweaty skin.
Valerie bit into Melanie’s throat. Nasty..brutal. Intimate and so very personal. The two sexy girls never dreamed they would have a chance to fight again, and now they indulged themselves. They were still not experienced fighters. Like their first fight, they fought mostly on raw, savage instinct. Like in Miami, pure feral hatred fueled them. This time there were no limits to what they could do to one another. No boundaries.
The two women were still clasped together against the wall, fighting viciously. Melanie planted a fist into Valerie’s toned pelvis causing her to tremble with pain. Valerie struck Melanie’s groin, tore at her panties again and fish hooked her tight pussy…
“You nasty fuck!” Melanie shrieked. Melanie snagged Valerie’s hair and smashed her face several times…
Valerie tore at Melanie’s face again, grabbed her hair and pulled hard. Both girls went careening away from the wall and hit the dirt floor hard. They paused lying a few feet apart.
Both looked up at the cameras in the ceiling that they knew were quietly recording everything….all the depraved things they were doing to one another. They were sweaty…their bodies dirty, bloody and riddled with welts and deep scratches. They looked at one another, their hatred festering in them….
Slowly, they rose to their knees, their sultry brown eyes still locked firmly on one another. Their bodies ached, but they had to continue. They knew they couldn’t risk the wrath of their captors if they didn’t keep on fighting till a winner emerged.
Melanie scooped up a handful of dirt and sand from the floor and smashed it into Val’s face. Some went into her eyes, and it burned as it momentarily blinded her. Valerie also swallowed some of it. She coughed and gagged…
The women got back on their feet and clasped one another’s auburn manes of hair again. They struggled and swayed. Melanie raked at Valerie’s eyes and tried to defend herself with her hands before her opponent put one of her eyes out. They stumbled back to the wall as they wantonly took out hair by the root. Several healthy clumps were shredded and fell to the floor as their sharp cries reverberated throughout the room.
Melanie began to tear at Valerie’s mouth, scratching her soft, tender lips. Valerie bit into Melanie’s hand, savagely sinking her teeth in like a wild animal. Melanie jerked her hand free. Valerie sneered as her former lover staggered away from her, clutching her hand.
Valerie advanced as the women worked their way back to the center of the room. She punched Melanie in the mouth causing her to bite down on her lower lip. Melanie held her mouth as blood spewed down her chin. Her lip was completely split open…
“Bitch…fucking bitch..” she yelled as she bled.
Valerie smashed her adversary in the mouth again. Melanie fired back hard, punching Valerie in the face and smashing her nose. Valerie was sure it was broken as thick blood coursed into her mouth.
They began slapping each other, back and forth…again and again. Crying, screaming and whispering curses.
Melanie had noticed a large metal pipe that ran vertically from the floor to the ceiling. The two fighters were only a few feet from it. Melanie grabbed Valerie’s hair and rammed her head into the rusty pipe, then began to grate her forehead into it. It tore into Valerie’s skin….
“Oh God…..uggghhhh..fuck…” Valerie wailed. But no one was going to stop this dirty battle.
Melanie grasped her opponent in a side headlock and pounded her face, opening Valerie up even more. Gushing blood from several fresh cuts, Val wiped her eyes and slumped to her knees.
Baring her teeth, Melanie tore off Valerie’s black bra and began to choke her with it…pulling tighter and tighter as the metal clasp dug into Valerie’s taut neck. Seething with wild rage, Melanie arched back her head as the bra pressed into her enemy’s throat.
“You’re dead..fucking puta..” Melanie moaned, her pussy wet with lurid desire.
Valerie desperately clawed at the thin fabric with her fingernails to try and pry herself loose from the savage choke. She grasped and growled as the metal clasp cut into her and blood trickled down her neck. Valerie finally tore the bra from her throat as the women collapsed on the dirt floor again. She fought to catch her breath.
Both girls softly groaned and cried in pain. They had no idea how long they had been fighting, but they had beaten the hell out of one another. The bitter taste of blood in their mouths, the odor of mold and mildew. Trapped in hell. Two sexy vipers in the pit.
Valerie noticed a water spigot on the wall several feet away, a few inches from the floor. She was so very thirsty. If only she could get a little water. She crawled to the spigot and turned the rusty nozzle until some grey water started slowly pouring out. She cupped her hands and drank some of the foul water. It tasted terrible, but it did wet her parched throat. She took some of the water to wipe blood from her face and sighed, not noticing Melanie coming up behind her. Valerie pressed her face under the spigot and drank directly from it. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain. Melanie had gotten to her feet and stomped Valerie’s face, smashing it into the spigot, cutting a gash in her mouth. Valerie whimpered in shock and pain. More scarlet blood ran down her face as the water from the spigot began turning the floor around them muddy.
Valerie tried to pull herself up, but Melanie kicked her in the stomach then drove a malicious knee into the side of her head. Melanie took a moment to fill her hands with water and drank some of it. She kneeled before the spigot as though it were an altar as Valerie lay next to her, groaning pitifully. Melanie almost gagged on the foul taste. She coughed and then rested her head against the cold hard wall.
Melanie caught her breath. She pounced on top of Valerie and pressed a knee into her throat, placing the palms of her hands on the wall for leverage. Then sliding in the mud, she fell back onto the floor. Both women were so very tired, their amazing little bodies throbbing with pain.
After several minutes, the two slowly got to their knees, streaked with mud and blood. Melanie rose above Val and tore at her hair again. Valerie struck her opponent with a cunning low blow to the pelvis…
“Aaaagghhhh….fuck..” Melanie screamed.
Valerie delivered a second blow to the crotch and Melanie felt it deep in her womanhood. A sharp, stabbing pain through her uterus. She fought back, maliciously clawing Valerie’s face before slipping again and falling back into the floor. Grabbing another piece of rope from the floor, Valerie climbed on top of her hated enemy and choked her with it. ..
“Fucking slut….dirty whore.” Valerie wailed as she choked Melanie with all her might.
The fierce beauties were fighting with everything they had in them. Valerie now on top and in control, she strangled Melanie with the coarse rope, pressing her into the muddy floor. Melanie dug at Valerie’s bloody face with her fingernails. She then savagely clenched hair at the root, painfully jerking Val’s neck and head back. Valerie screamed as she released the cruel choke.
Again, the woman lay sprawled next to one another, their lithe limbs loosely entwined. All they heard was the sound of the water still sputtering from the spigot. Valerie looked over and saw the water softly glimmer in the dimly lit room as it continued to steadily flow. She had to have a little more in spite of its awful taste. Crawling through the black mud, she stuck her head against the spigot and lapped the disgusting water with her tongue. Rubbing wet hands across her face, she turned to Melanie again who was slowly approaching her on hands and knees…crawling towards her with a wild look in her eyes.
Valerie clutched the rough wall and began to rise as Melanie lunged and drove a knee into her solar plexus. Stunned, Valerie fell to the floor, the wind knocked out of her. Melanie grabbed a handful of hair as she scrambled to her feet, but Valerie drove a fist into her sleek little belly. Melanie moaned softly and rubbed her stomach.
The women got to their knees and struggled to their feet again. They hatefully scowled at each other through swollen eyes. The Latina spitfires spontaneously leapt at one another for another round of nasty catfighting. The sexy bitches traded malicious blows to the face, head and body. They screamed like two hellcats as they punched and slapped. Their cries of anguish filled the room. Ravenous…uninhibited. Bloodthirsty little cunts. How much pain and punishment could their hot little bodies take? The fact that they were both in exceptional physical shape ensured that this battle would be a long one.
As their ravaged faces continued to bleed, Valerie grabbed Melanie’s black bra and shredded it as she tore it from her chest. Backing Melanie into a wall, Val attacked her ex lover’s petite breasts…clawing and scratching as Melanie screamed. She tore Melanie’s bra completely off and used the lacy material to choke her, pressing it into her throat. Melanie tore at the silky fabric until she freed herself and then plunged her own nails into Valerie’s tits. Now that both were topless, they could maul one another’s lovely breasts all they wanted. They did just that, both girls plunging their nails into one another’s soft tits, clawing and tearing till they drew more of their precious blood.
Melanie forced her sexy nemesis into a corner. Eye to eye they glared at one another. Grinding hot little bodies together, their velvet cunts wet with wicked desire. Sick and twisted, their sweet love now turned to bitter hate. Melanie pressed into her ex lover and bit her throat. She tasted the salty flesh in her mouth. Valerie let out a piercing cry. The women clashed in the corner, body to body, their hard little nipples rubbed raw and stinging as wet skin meshed together….
All the fucking pain, anger and sorrow they felt…seething with raw, explicit emotion. Fighting for their very survival. Both felt like they were capable of anything. Panting and growling, the desperate females crumpled together to the nasty floor. They tumbled and writhed as the cameras continued to capture every heart stopping moment of savagery. The girls knew the fuckers were watching them and their personal war raged without mercy.
They began ripping their thongs, stretching and pulling the material and using it for cruel wedgies on tight, tender pussys. They wrapped their bodies together and wrestled, pulling hair, scratching…trying to overpower the other woman. Melanie scissored Valerie’s waist and scratched her throat. Val tore at Melanie’s neck and then ripped out another clump of hair. As it was torn from her scalp, Melanie emitted a shrill cry of pain. They gradually worked their way back toward the center of the room….rolling..struggling.
Their faces suddenly became prime targets again….tearing at skin, screeching like banshees. Both their faces were now shocking crimson masks, matching beauties of devastation. Their auburn hair now wet, dark and matted with sweat, blood and mud. Their skimpy black thong panties still clinging to their slender hips, the women coiled their fingers around each other’s throats and viciously choked one another. Their graceful necks displayed ugly scratches, lacerations, and dark contusions on their tan flesh.
First Valerie was on top, then Melanie…all the time strangling one another until the two unseemly wildcats lay next to one another again. They softly cried and moaned, rubbing their ravaged bodies, lying there in the center of the room.
Both struggled to breathe, gasping for air as unrelenting pain coursed their wounded bodies. Bloodied and punished. But, they knew that they had to finish this hellish fight. There was going to be a fucking winner….there had to be.
They were exhausted and in so much pain. Their glassy eyes locked and both girls passed out briefly……
The fighters began to reawaken after several minutes. Melanie slowly crawled towards the steel door. Reaching for the handle, she pulled herself up to her feet. As she turned, she could see Valerie out of the corner of her eye, on her knees and rubbing her face.
Melanie’s head was swimming as she stepped away from the door to approach her enemy. “You’re mine….cunt,” she muttered under her breath.
As Valerie almost got to her feet, Melanie gave her a shove then drove a fist into her ribs. Val abruptly fell back down to her knees, grasping her side. As Melanie positioned herself for another attack, Valerie punched Melanie in the groin and sent her tumbling back. Melanie fell against the door and managed to stay upright. Both were so damn stubborn, proud and determined to win this depraved contest. Melanie turned and kicked Valerie in her aching side, driving her completely down to the floor again.
Again, Valerie slowly tried to rise. Melanie charged and rammed a knee into Valerie’s face. The momentum caused both women to go flailing into the floor. Valerie tasted fresh blood again and wiped crimson spittle away from her mouth. Knowing they would be fighting till their last breaths if necessary, the weary beauties crawled toward one another and clashed again. The spigot still gradually streamed dingy water, most of the floor now damp and muddy. The bloodied bitches wrestled languidly in the filth, clawing and biting wet fresh.
They moaned and cried as they tore off what was left of their thongs. Their exquisite nude bodies entwined as one. Faces pressed together, deep brown eyes still starring daggers at one another. There had to be a winner. That’s all they knew. God only knew the torment that awaited if one of the girls wasn’t victorious. Their lithe muscles ached with a deep dull pain. Every part of their bodies throbbed and burned. Damaged…wounded and hurt. Smeared and stained with blood and grime, their sensuous forms shining softly in the dimly lit room. They couldn’t stop now if they wanted to.
Their nasty little bodies locked in a catball…bound together in unrelenting agony and passion. They rolled in the muddy floor, biting each other’s faces…mouths and necks. Bloody saliva coursed from new wounds as they tore each other open more…ripping at flesh. Wild…unforgiving…
Valerie bit into Melanie’s lower lip and tore off a thick wad of skin. Melanie hungrily sank her teeth into Valerie’s tender throat. Their tan hips began to rub and grind. They slammed their bloody cunts together in a fiery session of raw and violent hate fucking. Screaming and crying as their sleek pussys clashed….
…Sweet sweat…blood and cum. Raw ecstasy and a dark, savage place they had never been…
“Fuck….fuck….God, I hate you….fucking dirty slut..” Valerie moaned as she felt herself cumming.
“Let’s finish this, fucking bitch.” Melanie cried as she mounted Valerie and began riding her bloody face. Her head and neck trapped between Melanie’s silky strong hips, she pressed her sweaty pussy into Valerie’s mouth, smothering her. “Make me fucking cum….get me off, you cunt..” Melanie snarled. The thought of finally finishing her former lover had her suddenly charged with illicit desire.
Valerie swallowed blood and cum as she struggled to breathe. She bit into Melanie’s slick inner thigh and tasted more blood. Melanie howled in pain, shifted her body and drove a knee into Valerie’s throat. Val coughed and gagged, fighting for air again. She abruptly surged and rolled from her back to her stomach as Melanie fell next to her. They caught their breath for just a moment.
Melanie lunged onto Valerie’s back. Clasping Valerie’s face, she applied a clutch hold and arched back, stretching Valerie’s back and neck. Pain coursed through her as she endured the cruel, vicious hold…
“You’re finished..” Melanie sighed as she tortured the girl who was once closer than a sister. Valerie felt herself starting to black out. Melanie was weak as well and she released the punishing hold after several agonizing moments. She collapsed next to Valerie and both girls paused again..almost delirious with pain and exhaustion.
They stared lasciviously at one another…..
“You’re..finished..” Melanie repeated.
“You’re not woman enough to finish me..” Valarie whispered hoarsely.
As Melanie lunged at her, Valerie spit in her face. Melanie yanked Val’s hair and violently twisted her neck. She pulled Valerie’s pubic hair then clawed Valerie’s soft cunt and felt silky blood and cum. All Valerie could do was shriek in pain, though she barely had the strength for that. A raspy cry escaped her mouth.
Valerie somehow broke free and began to crawl toward the steel door. Melanie grabbed Val’s leg and was then on her again. She clasped Valerie’s neck and savagely choked her with what strength she had left. Valerie briefly clawed at Melanie’s face, her last offense in their brutal war. Melanie squeezed tighter as the fighters began to grind their wet pussys together. Valerie’s bright eyes glared coldly at her opponent as she choked and gasped for air.
Melanie was almost out of her mind with pain and dark pleasure as she felt a deep orgasm rising in her…
”You’re..dead, bitch….you’re fucking dead….” she whispered and groaned as she continued to choke her helpless opponent.
Valerie’s hot body quivered and trembled as she struggled to take her final small breaths.
Melanie’s womanhood throbbed. “You’re done….fucking cunt…ohhhh….God..” Melanie gasped as she crushed Valerie’s windpipe, claiming her life and winning this sadistic, bloodthirsty contest.
Melanie was still choking Valerie’s lifeless body when the same three men came back into the room and pulled Melanie off of Valerie.
“I think she’s had enough, angel,” one said with a smile.
The three men gently placed Melanie next to Valerie and stood before them. One of the men went over and turned off the spigot of running water. Another checked for any signs of life in Valerie. There were none. He looked at the other men and shook his head.
Melanie’s sexy little tan body was trembling with pain and fatigue. Her head felt as though it was about to split and her stomach was tied in knots. She was covered in sweat and smeared with mud. Blood was streaked across her ravaged physique. She looked over at Valerie whose fine body looked very much like hers. Beaten, tortured and decimated by the hellish catfight. Valerie’s eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, bloody saliva still glistening on her lips and chin. Her sensual beauty was still intact.
“Goddamn. Incredible, simply incredible! You have won, my dear. You have beaten Valerie. You crucified her.” It was the same man who had addressed the girls earlier. He knelt down and, grabbing Melanie by the hair, looked down at her. “You fucking killed that bitch, didn’t you?”
Melanie was almost too exhausted to speak. She was overcome with a sudden flood of emotions but maintained her composure. “Yeah,” she said glancing over at Valerie again. “Yeah…I killed the fucking bitch.”
The man smiled behind his black bandana. “Congratulations, Melanie. I know you have waited for this moment.”
The tension in the room was palpable, the energy of raw male lust as the captors fiercely leered down at their winner. “We’ve…waited for this moment, as well.”
The three laughed. They began to remove their dark clothes and were soon standing naked before Melanie, still wearing their ominous dark bandanas over their faces. They were hot and lean examples of manhood. Their brown, muscular physiques glistened with sweat, their cocks rock hard. Their shadows fell over Melanie as they silently drew close.
Beaten and bloodied, yet still defiant. “C’mon motherfuckers….lets do it. Come on. Come on and FUCK me…” The weary starlet groaned. “Show me what you’ve got, assholes.”
The three captors were on her like a pack of hungry wolves…fucking her…..gang banging and violating her savagely. Still hurting so from her vicious fight, Melanie’s poor body took all the punishment they could offer her. The bastards mercilessly pounded the shit out of her. Melanie took their throbbing cocks in as they exploded inside her, load after load. The sharp sounds of hot flesh on flesh filled the small room., along with the musky scent of raw sex.
Melanie thought that her sexy little body might break. Before passing out, the last thing she remembered was her tight asshole being roughly penetrated. “Push…fucker…do it….” she whispered.
Her tight hole felt like it was being ripped apart. The final orgasm exploded inside her battered body before everything went black……
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Melanie awoke, having no idea how long she had been out.
She had been cleaned up and her wounds had been tended to. But, now she found herself with a leather collar around her neck, chained to the wall of a small cell. Her captors had only partially kept their promise. She was still alive, but she was still a captive. A tray of food and a bottle of water had been left on the floor next to her.
God, she was famished and felt like she hadn’t eaten in days. Her body was sore and her head was cloudy. As she eagerly reached for the food, she knew that there would be no escape for her. These men would hold her there…as long as they wanted. They would keep her there to fight other women, to use as a sex slave or whatever other depraved ideas they might come up with.
Four slices of bread, rice and beans were on the tray. She voraciously ate the food and drank the water. The water tasted clean and pure.
No….she wasn’t going anywhere. Melanie knew that.
But, somehow she would get used to this new harsh reality and her stark new life.
The End
