Melanie and Valerie Rios were gorgeous, sultry Latina porn stars with slight frames, exquisite little breasts and light, auburn colored hair. Melanie was 25, 5’3” and 107 petite pounds. Valerie was just slightly older at 26 and was 5’3” and 110 pounds. The two women were a perfect pair of raw sensuality with their mocha skin and lithe physiques. While being very sexy and erotic, there was a delicate, girlish quality to them that was incredibly hot. They shared the same last name of Rios and bore a striking resemblance to one another. In fact, many people thought that they were sisters and this was something they never denied. They had done explicit scenes with both men and women and several scenes with each other, which added to their kinky allure. Could they be naughty, incestuous sisters? They left everyone guessing with sly, devious grins on their gorgeous faces.
For a long time the Rios girls were actually very much a couple. Apparently, they had recently had a hard falling out and a bitter break up. It seems no one knew the reason. The former lovers had not spoken in several months. A cunning producer of adult films, who had been involved in the porn industry for quite some time, exploited nasty feuds between beautiful porn stars. He would gather a group of wealthy sponsors and arrange fights between them, pitting them against one another in savage apartment catfights. These fights had no rules, with the hot, young combatants battling it out until one girl submitted, was knocked out or could not continue. It was a chance for the sponsors to see their favorite porn stars viciously fight one another in dream matches. No mercy. The producer seemed to have finally found his niche in the industry and this was to be the third fight he had arranged. Alyssa Reece and Prinzzess had fought for him as well as Misty Stone and Nikki Young, with big payouts going to the winner of the matches.
The Rios girls were set to tangle in a penthouse suite in Miami. It took some convincing for the girls. Even though they’d had a bitter break up, they did not necessarily want to fight. There had to be a little coercion to fully stoke the fires of animosity. Both women could certainly use the prize money offered to the winner. When the sponsors increased it as an added incentive to fight, the girls finally agreed to the match. They had always secretly wondered who would win in a fight. Now, they would finally find out.
The night of the catfight arrived. The girls had come to town on separate flights earlier in the day. Things were supposed to start at 9 but there was a delay. The young ladies, who had actually not been in very many fights, were having second thoughts. There were a dozen sponsors gathered, who were already seated and ready. As they grew more and more restless, it looked as though the fight might not even take place. Finally around 9:40, Valerie stepped out into the suite from a nearby bathroom that was being used as a makeshift dressing room. She looked decidedly nervous but determined. The striking smile that usually graced her face was no where to be seen. She was wearing a black silk robe that extended just below her slender hips. The small crowd started to clap and cheer. Melanie came out a moment later from the opposite side of the suite wearing a matching robe, short and silky black, like Valerie’s. The robes accentuated their slinky figures and lean sexy legs. The crowd grew louder, now cheering both ladies heartily. The women stood about ten feet apart and avoided making eye contact. They had a look about them at first…pensive and unsure, like two sacrificial lambs.
Melanie quickly removed her robe revealing a tiny black string bikini. She suddenly, spontaneously rushed at Valerie and whipped Valerie with the robe, catching her across the face. Valerie hadn’t even removed her robe yet. Melanie tried a second strike with the silk robe but Valerie grabbed it and pulled Melanie towards her, slapping her cheek and grabbing a handful of hair. Melanie dropped her robe and grasped Valerie by the mane as both women struggled. They tested each other’s strength for the first time and tried to pull each other down, to no avail. At the start, they were seemingly equals. This was something new and thrilling for both of them and their hearts raced.
Valerie scratched at Melanie’s face as Melanie quickly tore her opponent‘s robe from her body. She too wore a simple little black string bikini. They paused a moment as the audience whistled and cheered. They stared daggers at one another, standing only a few feet apart. “Come on! Let’s GO!” someone yelled from the crowd. “Fight…FIGHT..” some others howled. Both girls were still somewhat reticent.
Melanie shoved Valerie. “Come on bitch..fight me,“ she demanded.
“Lets do it,” Valerie replied.
They moved in slowly towards one another tensely, their teeth clenched.
”Puta!” Melanie yelled as she slapped Valerie hard across the face. Valerie recoiled, rubbing her cheek. Melanie smiled cruelly and slapped her again, harder this this time across the breast.
”Ugghh, fuck…you bitch,“ Val moaned as her breast throbbed with pain.
The girls then took turns slapping one another, harder and harder, across their faces and tits, until their eyes began to well with tears.…building physical and emotional pain. The impassioned fires of battle were finally ignited between the reluctant combatants. It was now becoming easier for both of them. Easier to fight…easier to hurt one another. They seemed to be loosening up.
Valerie grabbed Melanie’s hair and flung her into a nearby wall. She drove a knee into Melanie’s soft tight stomach. The two Latina vixens and former lovers were now fighting as the fiercest of enemies. It was what the audience longed to see…what they had paid a lot of money to see.
Valerie snagged a clump of Melanie’s hair then grasped her face. “Look at ME, bitch. I want you to look at me while I do this to you.” The girls looked into one another’s dark brown eyes. Valerie then smashed her knee into Melanie’s lean midsection twice forcing her to double over in pain. Valerie viciously pulled Melanie’s head up by the hair so they were looking one another in the eyes again. “I said LOOK at me,” Valerie commanded coldly.
Melanie suddenly delivered a solid fist to Valerie‘s side, catching her in the ribs, then two quick shots to the stomach and pelvis. Though inexperienced fighters, both girls seemed to be naturals. ”Did that HURT, puta?” Melanie said with glee. Melanie grabbed Valerie’s forearm and slung her back against the wall. Clasping Valerie’s throat, she squeezed with her long fingers, making her adversary gasp for air. “I want to hurt you bad, bitch. I’m going to FINISH you,” Melanie cried.
”You ain’t doing shit,” Valerie exclaimed as she clawed Melanie’s face.
Melanie pressed Valerie back into the wall and smothered her with her delicate hands. Valerie fiercely jerked Melanie’s hair and both girls staggered and fell to the floor. As they began to struggle aggressively, their sexy brown bodies shimmered with sweat. Melanie displayed some innate wrestling skills when she suddenly applied a tight headlock. Valerie clawed at one of Melanie’s small tender breasts. She cruelly bit down on Melanie’s hard brown nipple. The younger girl screamed and released the hold.
The two wrestled on the carpeted floor. Val scissored Melanie and squeezed her ribs between her sleek golden thighs. Melanie viciously thrust her forearm into Valerie’s softly toned pelvis and then tore at her hair. Melanie worked herself free from the tight scissor hold and the girls rolled and clashed, pulling each other’s hair and trying to gain an advantage. Again, not much fighting or wrestling experience. The sponsors loved these types of fights where the girls were fighting more or less on instinct, their spiteful hatred driving them. The pendulum would swing back and forth as neither young female could gain the advantage over her sexy equal.
“Fucking PUTA!” Melanie cried.
”Stupid SLUT. You won’t win…you won‘t,” Valerie exclaimed.
Their silky, sweaty bodies entwined ..soft brown skin pressed together as they moaned and cursed. As they got into the primal, erotic battle more and more it progressively became nastier. They rose to their knees as they slapped, clawed and pulled hair. “I’ll kill you, cunt..fucking KILL you,” Valerie screamed.
Finally clamoring back to their feet again, they circled round one another, shoving each other a few times, before resuming their ugly conflict. They slapped each other hard across the cheeks and mouth. Melanie tasted blood in her mouth and wiped a little off her chin when her lip was busted open. In response, she tore at Valerie’s breasts then pounded her pelvis. They circled each other again, eyes glistening, before charging in again and exchanging vicious blows as they shrieked. It had built up into a nasty blistering catfight.
The crowd was eating it up, loving every moment of the twin beauties at war. Their tight tan bodies were becoming marred with scratches and abrasions. There was some blood but they didn’t seem to care or hardly notice. They paused again and glared hatefully at one another. Melanie stuck her middle finger in Valerie’s face and had it quickly slapped away. “Yeah, fuck you puta. Fuck YOU.” Valerie exclaimed as the audience cheered.
Melanie dove at Valerie and forced her back into the wall, tearing off her bikini top in the process, choking her with it and then clawing her face. Valerie kneed Melanie between the legs for the first time and slapped her mouth. The pace began to gradually slow as they as they were 20 minutes into the fight. They would take more little pauses, staring coldly at one another. The young women were covered in vile, red scratches, some deeper than others, especially on their faces and breasts. These two areas had received the most cruel punishment, so far. It was feral and savage.
They slammed their sleek bodies together and dug their nails into each other..deeply and painfully scratching and tearing at soft, brown skin. They tore at hair and ripped at breasts, yet again…slowly and deliberately. They screamed and cried. The girls fought the only way two former lovers could fight. It was cruel and personal. They slapped, squeezed and tore at those lovely tits, until blood rain between their slender fingers and onto their beautiful skin.
”I loved you…LOVED you..dirty slut..and you fucking cheated on me..” Valerie suddenly cried, her anguished voice breaking. Finally, the truth revealed…a clue as to why they were now filled with so much unrepentant animosity.
Melanie was defiant. She spit at Valerie‘s face. “Fuck you, Val…..fuck you..” she sighed. Yeah, she fucking cheated. The heartless little cunt would probably do it again, given the chance.
The nature of the catfight proved that they truly despised one another with a passion now. Valerie punched Melanie in her cunt and then savagely clawed at it. “Nasty slut…you would fuck anything. I hate you..” Valerie wailed through real tears of heartache.
Melanie flinched violently at the sharp pain but she could also play dirty. As the audience watched, Melanie reached between Valerie’s legs, down into her bikini, clawed her fleshy mound and pulled her trimmed pubic hair. She jabbed two fingers into Valerie’s tight pussy. “I hate you too, bitch,” she hissed as Valerie screamed in agony. Any love these beguiling creatures ever felt for one another was now replaced with blinding searing hatred.
They continued mauling their sleek pussys as the spectators went wild with excitement. Melanie spat in Valerie’s face again, which only incensed her more. She tore off Melanie’s bikini top and used it was a gag, stretching the sheer material across her opponent‘s open mouth. Valerie pulled Melanie’s head back as the black bikini cut into the sides of her mouth. Valerie also ripped at Melanie’s hair again and the younger girl grimaced in pain. She then went back to attacking Melanie’s tits again with a renewed vigor as Melanie pulled at Valerie’s mane.
Valerie clawed Melanie’s throat and savagely choked her. Melanie responded by launching her own vicious attack on Valerie’s petite breasts. “I’ll ruin you, bitch…fucking ruin you,” she gasped. It was cruel, unforgiving punishment and pure torture between the ex lovers.
By now, the girls’ small B cup tits were ravaged…clawed red and pink and trickling blood. They resumed attacking each others’ pussys, clawing and stabbing at wet cunts with their long, tapered fingers and nails….reaching down into their swimsuits to attack their womanhood. They did indeed seem determined to ruin each other. Their fingers and hands were red as several scarlet streams cascaded down their thighs and legs. Their howls of pain filled the suite as the audience cheered them on to further destruction.
Both were becoming increasingly battered, their gorgeous physiques smeared with their crimson blood. They were topless and began viciously yanking and pulling their bikinis up into their pussys to try and injure their vaginas. So savage, down and dirty…erotic and wild. They screamed again, their soft voices now hoarse. Their cunts bled but their skimpy bikini bottoms somehow remained intact.
They embraced and coiled their bodies as one, slapping their hips together loudly and pulling hair viciously, before collapsing to the floor again for more body to body fighting. Again, they writhed and wrestled, their gorgeous bodies racked with agony, as they had been fighting for over half an hour. Fatigued and in pain, they stubbornly continued their war, both too proud to submit. They struggled more slowly now, their languid moves harsher..more calculated. Back and forth, clawing and gouging one another, cursing in anguished whispers…squeezing each other with toned, strong little arms. Their sweaty tan flesh meshed together…contorted. Their sweet sweat bound them together, almost like they were making love. Almost…but this abandoned love affair was now nothing more than raw hatred. There would be no forgiveness with the Rios girls. None whatsoever.
Their bloodied tits rubbed and clashed as hard, sore nipples pressed into silky sleek skin. They choked and smothered one another as their blood stained the fine carpet in the suite. For ten minutes they battled spitefully on the floor, their bodies seemingly wrapped tighter and tighter in a lover‘s catball, snarling and panting…moaning like wildcats in heat. They scratched and bit each other’s breasts and the onlookers were transfixed at the violent action.
”I’ll..kill you..bitch,” Melanie whispered.
”I’ll tear you apart..puta,” moaned Valerie.
The two rolled closer and closer to the audience..so close they could smell the pleasing scent of their hot little bodies. Several spectators actually rose from their chairs, as the girls were now practically at their feet. Suddenly, Val got to her knees. She grabbed Melanie’s hair and snatched her up, the momentum of which sent them both flying into the crowd. The sponsors promptly jumped up to move, never thinking for a moment that the fight should be stopped. The group of twelve stood and encircled the girls as they battled amongst the empty metal chairs, painfully smashing into them as they fought.
The ladies then made it to their feet, almost too weary to stand. Melanie picked up a chair and hurled it at Valerie, who blocked it with her arms. The crowd who had been almost completely silent for the past several minutes, now erupted into cheers again. The Rios girls suddenly had a sudden surge of energy as they started savagely slapping the hell out of one another. Back and forth, the hard slaps rang out as the audience responded enthusiastically to every cruel strike. The girls clasped each others’ hair again, pushing and pulling each other and still testing one another’s strength before careening into some of the chairs with a horrible crash.
The sponsors stood around the battling females, yelling and cheering wildly. The entire situation looked dangerously close to spinning completely out of control at this point. The group let the girls continue their fight, uninterrupted. The warring females rolled and clashed, now trying to smother one another with their lovely delicate hands.
Finally, Valerie rolled on top of Melanie and began to savagely choke her. “Die, bitch…just fucking die,” she moaned as Melanie gasped and choked. Tighter and tighter she squeezed her throat. Valerie felt the wet flesh and tight muscles as she pressed into her opponent’s windpipe with all of her remaining strength.
Melanie‘s glassy eyes stared coldly at her ex girlfriend as she weakly groaned, “I give…I give..”
Valerie released her. It was almost an hour into the fight. Val was declared the winner as Melanie lay on the floor, struggling to get some air back into her lungs. The crowd went wild and Valerie abruptly sat down in one of the empty spectator chairs, wiping away tears. She was experiencing a flood of raw emotions as the beautiful Latina girl had never been through anything quite like this. It was a mixture of physical pain, emotional anguish and a feeling of pride because she had won. She would soon receive the prize money and vowed she would never take part in anything like this again. Once was enough. She rose from the chair and raised her arms in victory, her lithe physique glowing with sweat…scratched, bruised and bleeding. She looked down at Melanie who had set up and was just starting to regain her composure. Valerie left the room to go collect her winnings from the producer as Melanie flipped her off.
One of the women there watching the catfight tried to help Melanie to her feet. Melanie pushed her away. “Fuck you…get your hands off me,” the proud Latina spitfire cried. As she wiped away a few tears, Melanie slowly started to leave, rubbing her sore body then running her fingers through her long, brown hair. Her neck would be bruised and sore for days.
“Fuck you….Fuck ALL of you,” she hissed as the small crowd watched her leave the luxury suite.
The End
