Rival Bitch 2 by Rough Catfights
It had been several months since Alana and Tara clashed. The exclusive beach club Paradise was a degenerate playground for rich, beautiful people living their charmed lives. It was where these women had met and become instant enemies.
Alana had been the dominant female at Paradise for six years. The stylish bungalows, quaint cottages and alluring beaches had become battlegrounds for her as she fought other women to establish her ruthless superiority. She loved humiliating and beating other proud, gorgeous women. Her years of catfighting had honed her skills and turned her into a fierce fighter. Alana was haughty and arrogant. Callous and jaded. She was sexy as hell but with a chilled countenance. Alana had a way of turning up her nose to people as though they had done or said something offensive. Whether sex games or psychological warfare, she had an almost perverse way of always coming out on top, whether she was challenged by male or female. She was a tigress, sleek and cunning. Born to prey on men and defeat other females. But, Alana had just turned 30. This seemed to have a rather profound effect on her, although she managed to hide it. She felt as though her best days were behind her now. It made her work out even harder. One could certainly argue that she had never looked hotter. Her sublime tight body attested to that.
Stunning Tara was 22 and full of youthful confidence. She had come to Paradise to stir things up and make an impression. She did just that by targeting alpha bitch Alana. She even started fucking Alana’s man, Travis. Tara desperately wanted to kick Alana off of her lofty perch. The young girl challenged the older woman, and they had fought a war at Alana’s sumptuous beach bungalow. Tara gave all she could. In many ways, she had truly become a woman that wild night. It was a long, intimate catfight between two sexy warriors that anyone would have paid money to see. Yes, Tara gave all she could, but it simply wasn’t good enough. She tasted bitter, degrading defeat at the hands of the more experienced Alana. It had been eating Tara up inside for many long weeks.
Alana and Tara hadn’t spoken since their vicious fight. Both of them knew that they had to face each other again.
They were hungry for it.
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Alana and Travis had just finished having sex at her place late one night. After catching a catnap, Alana rolled over and saw Travis texting someone.
“Who are you talking to this time of night?”
“It’s..no one…it’s nothing,” Travis said nonchalantly as he hurriedly put his phone back on the nightstand.
“Bullshit. It’s that bitch Tara, isn’t it?” Alana knew that he was still seeing Tara behind her back. Yeah, Alana knew. She could smell Tara on him every time they were together. Travis was stupid enough to think he could get away with it, too.
Travis started rubbing Alana’s firm thigh. “Look baby, it’s nothing. Come on..let’s go again”
Alana pushed her lover away. “Fuck you, asshole. Just leave. Just get the hell out, alright?”
Travis wasn’t really in the mood for a fight. He quickly bolted up out of bed and started dressing.
Alana wasn’t finished. “Go fuck your little whore, Tara.” Alana had risen from her bed and now stood in front of Travis as he finished dressing.
“Yeah..I think I will,” Travis stated coldly and bluntly.
Alana slapped him hard across the face. “You piece of shit,” she hissed.
Travis grabbed Alana by the hair and looked her in the eyes… “Fucking cunt..”
Alana clawed Travis across the cheek with her long nails and spit in his face. Travis shoved Alana and slapped her soundly. Alana staggered back and then lunged at the hot young fitness instructor, her eyes burning with rage. The crisp sharp sounds of flesh on flesh filled the bedroom as Alana unloaded on Travis, savagely slapping and punching him.
“You motherfucker! Get..OUT! Just get the fuck out…”
Travis did just that. He left Alana’s bungalow with his tail between his legs, a red swollen face and a bloody nose.
Several days passed and Alana got a call from Travis late one evening…
He was aloof…very cool and reserved. He got right to the point…“I’ve talked to Tara. She wants to fight you again, Alana.”
“The little bitch wants a rematch after I kicked her sorry ass the first time? Why should I?” Alana could hear another voice chattering in the background. She knew who it was.
Suddenly, Tara was on the phone. “You fucking bitch…” Tara’s contempt for Alana had not cooled. “Yes, I want a rematch. I can beat you. You know it…I know it,” Tara shouted into the phone.
“You don’t deserve a rematch, honey…”
“The hell I don’t …”
“You don’t deserve shit, you stupid little…”
“You’re fucking afraid. You KNOW I can kick your ass.”
Alana tried to stay calm. She took a deep breath… “I’m not scared of a nasty little slut like you…” she said in a silky cool voice.
“Fuck you, bitch….FUCK you..”
They were both getting worked up, talking for the first time since that violent night. Oh yes, Alana wanted it, though she was loath to admit it. Tara definitely wanted it. They both wanted to fight it out right then and there.
Alana heard the voice of Travis again. “Look, you two need to settle this. Tara told me about your first fight. She said it was close and she knows…she KNOWS she can beat you.”
Alana heard Tara mouthing off in the background again… “Yeah, I know I can..”
“Okay, look Alana. Let’s set this up. The sooner the better,” Travis said.
“Tomorrow night,” Alana immediately responded.
“Alright. Tomorrow night at 9. My place. The loser leaves Paradise. The winner has me…all to themselves.”
And so the fight was set. The call ended.
Alana couldn’t have cared less about Travis. He was fun enough in bed, but she’d had better lovers. All she could think about was Tara. Alana was going to fight this confident girl again. Travis would be there as a witness, and she knew that she would have to beat Tara savagely…decisively. Alana would have to score an even bigger victory this time. Their first fight was very close. Too close. Tara proved she was an excellent natural fighter. They battled back and forth that night. It was only Alana’s skill and experience that had enabled her to finally prevail in the end. Her heart began to race. This time…she was unsure. As she faced the impending rematch, Alana fully realized just how much young Tara had gotten under skin.
The sleek blonde lit a cigarette and stepped out onto her patio. Yeah, she had started smoking the damn things again when she turned 30. The cool breeze off the nearby ocean caressed her gently. She took a drag, tilted her head and closed her eyes….
“I’m ready for you, Tara,” she said aloud. She would crucify that young girl, right there in front of Travis. Then…there would be no doubt whatsoever. The thought of beating Tara down in front of their lover made her pussy throb with desire….. “Mmm, yeah. You’re dead, baby…” she proclaimed softly as she psyched herself up for her second fight with Tara.
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8:45 pm….the next night….
No one was on the beach and it was quiet except for the gently roaring waves. Alana walked over to the cottage where Travis lived wearing a simple but sexy black sundress. He didn’t live very far from her place. As she approached, she noticed Tara’s bright red Jaguar parked in the driveway. Alana went to the front door and rang the bell. Travis opened the door and held it open as Alana stepped inside. Neither said a word. Travis had a rather pensive look on his face.
There sat Tara on a large sofa wearing a silky white robe, her bare feet on the coffee table. Her face was buried in her phone and she ignored Alana. Travis stepped into the living room, standing between the two women. All he wore was a pair of Bermuda shorts. No shirt, as he liked to show off his toned tan physique.
“Alright you two. We all know that you need to work this out between you…once and for all,” Travis stated in a calm voice.
Tara looked up at Alana from the sofa for the first time. Their eyes locked and the two females glared coldly at one another. They were still full of unadulterated hatred, no doubt about it. You could feel the tension in the air.
Tara rose from the sofa and approached Alana. They stood about six feet from one another. Tara cocked her head and placed a hand on her hip. Alana wanted to laugh at her….trying so hard to look like a real woman, she thought to herself.
“Ready for me to beat your ass again, little girl?” Alana queried with a smirk.
“No, bitch. This time YOU lose.”
Tara stepped closer to Alana and the older woman tensed up. Their glinting eyes stayed fixed on one another. Alana was slightly taller than Tara. She stood as straight as she could which made her appear even taller, both hands on her strong lean hips. She glared at her rival defiantly. Tara’s arms were nicely toned. Alana had heard that she and Travis had been working out together. She looked stronger and her brash confidence was even more potent than it was during their first encounter.
Tara took another step closer to Alana. “Let’s do this..” she muttered.
Travis suddenly stepped between the two women. “I’ve prepared a room for the two of you,” he said as he led them into a spare room where he only had a few pieces of furniture. The room was rather small, warm and stuffy. There was a large mat spread out on the floor.
The beautiful ladies stepped onto the mat and stood face to face. Alana still wore her sundress. Tara was still wearing her robe. Their hearts surged and the air seemed to crackle with energy.
Travis broke the silence again. “You both know how this goes down. No rules. Fight till there’s a winner.” Travis slipped into a corner of the room and sat in a wooden chair. “The loser leaves the club,” he stated as he looked over the two of them.
Alana smiled smugly at Tara again as the younger girl pursed her lips and stared spitefully back at Alana…
“May the best woman win,” Travis concluded.
Tara began to untie her robe as Alana bent down and removed her sandals. Just then, Tara charged at Alana without warning before she had even disrobed, as Alana was about to remove her sundress. Tara struck the older woman hard on the cheek then sent a knee into Alana’s firm stomach. The cunning Tara had surprised her more experienced opponent.
Alana winced and grabbed at Tara’s robe as the younger female drove a fist into Alana’s side. In their first fight, Alana had sustained several bruised ribs. One had even been cracked. A few months later, it was still tender. Tara remembered the injury and was certainly going to take full advantage of it tonight. A sharp pain coursed through Alana’s torso. Tara followed up with another shift jab into Alana’s side…
“Ribs still sore, bitch?” Tara said with a grin. This sudden, brutal attack proved that the young fighter was going to try and put her adversary away quickly.
Tara slapped on a vicious side headlock as Alana slumped over. She twisted the hold and pulled hair then kneed Alana hard in her breast. The women staggered together and tried to maintain their balance. Alana shifted her weight and sent them into a wall. Finally, she could mount an offense as she caught her breath. Alana rammed her forearm into Tara’s tan belly then a fist into her pelvis.
Alana swiftly tore off the young girl’s robe and tossed it to the floor. She planted two more solid punches into Tara’s abs. “Mmmm…you’re going to learn another lesson tonight,” Alana promised as she grabbed Tara’s hair and drove the back of her head into the wall. Holding Tara’s face, Alana looked into her rival’s eyes. “Where’s that sharp tongue now, princess? Nothing to say?” Alana took in Tara’s sexy physique. She wore a stunning red bikini that accentuated her firm little body.
“Go to hell…” Tara brazenly cried.
Alana smiled and drove her knee between her enemy’s legs. Tara slumped to the floor. Alana quickly grabbed Tara’s white robe and began to choke her with it.
Travis watched the proceedings from the darkened corner, already hard as a rock. His two women battling it out. He had only imagined what their first fight was like. This was a wild fantasy brought to vivid life right in front of him.
Alana maliciously choked Tara with the silky robe as the girl flailed wildly on her knees. Tara fought to get back on her feet as Alana continued strangling her. Thrusting herself backwards, Tara forced them both back against the wall. She elbowed Alana in the sternum causing her to slide down the wall. Tara applied another side headlock…harder this time, twisting and pulling Alana away from the wall.
Pain shot through Alana’s neck and her head pounded. She grasped at Tara’s honey blonde hair and the pair tumbled to the mats with the younger girl landing on top. The women rolled and wrestled aggressively on the floor, testing one another’s raw strength. They pulled hair as they writhed. Tara began tearing off Alana’s sundress. She wrapped her silky legs around Alana’s ribs and squeezed hard.
“Aagghhh…fuck…” Alana yelled. Her sides were burning as she breathed in heavily. God, Tara was such a strong little bitch. Definitely stronger than she was during their first fight. She was at least as strong as Alana now, and she had improved as a fighter. She pulled the top of Alana’s sundress down revealing a dark gray bra and exposing her gorgeous tits more. The women struggled on the mats as Tara kept pressure on those ribs. Alana groaned as Tara sank her nails into Alana’s ample breasts …first one, then both of them.
“God..you little cunt..” Alana cried as she scowled. Tara only smiled wickedly. Her nails were very effective during their first encounter. They were even harder and sharper this time. Tara continued to crush Alana between her golden thighs.
Travis intently watched the private war. Quiet and observant, he wasn’t pulling for either of his stunning girlfriends. He just wanted to watch them punish one another.
Alana managed to roll on top of Tara. She clawed at the young girl’s soft brown tits with a savagery that soon had Tara bleeding. Snatching her hair, Alana pulled the young woman to her feet and pushed her back into a corner. Alana then unloaded with several low blows to Tara’s ovaries. For the first time, the hot cougar felt like she had a true advantage.
“You stupid little bitch. You should have left here the first time.” Another driving fist to Tara’s pelvis. “Give up, girl,” Alana demanded.
“No…fuck, no…”
Alana mashed her hot rival into the corner and clutched her face. “Just give up, Tara..”
Tara could smell Alana’s sweet breath. Her sharp nails cut a small gash in Tara’s supple cheek. A thin stream of blood ran down Tara’s pretty face. The two combatants attacked each other’s beautiful breasts again…clawing and ripping. Tara grasped Alana’s hair and the two swayed. They slammed back into the wall, their tits now red and raw, scratched and becoming streaked with blood. Alana grabbed Tara’s head and smashed it into the wall then began to smother her. Tara began to feel dizzy..her head spinning.
“Not going to pass out, are you sweetheart?” Alana taunted the youthful beauty.
Suddenly Tara began yanking Alana’s light blonde hair. Her head arched back and her black sundress slipped further down, stopping at Alana’s shapely hips. Alana also snagged Tara’s fragrant hair and the two danced perversely, their bodies convulsed sharply and fell once again down to the mats. They hit hard and fiercely wrestled.
Alana applied a sleeper hold in an attempt to put Tara away, but the young girl muscled her way out immediately. Alana realized now that Tara was almost certainly the stronger of the two. The passionate fighters leapt to their feet and briefly circled one another.
Tara lunged at Alana and pulled her sundress down. It was now tangled around her long legs. Alana angrily cursed as the dress was now causing her to stumble. As she fell forward, she grabbed Tara and both went back down to the mat. Alana tried to free herself from the fabric as the two clashed. Finally it was Tara who removed the sundress completely. Alana’s dark gray bra and panties were now on full display.
Clutching the dress, Tara began choking Alana with the thin material, pressing her into the mat as Alana tried to breathe. “I’m gonna kill you. You hear me?” a crazed Tara exclaimed.
Alana reached up and scratched at Tara’s tan face then began choking the girl with her bare hands. “You’re not doing shit…fucking slut…” Alana wailed.
Tara fell next to Alana and the two gasped of air. They got to their feet simultaneously and slowly circled one another for a moment. Alana stepped forward and slapped Tara. The younger fighter responded with a mean slap of her own. Alana fell back and Tara charged into her. Suddenly Alana surprised Tara with a lightning fast side headlock of her own. She whipped Tara to the floor and both of them slammed loudly to the mat again. Alana held the headlock tight as Tara moaned and cursed. A determined Alana arched her body to apply more pressure…
“Give it up, baby. Give it up,” Alana signed.
Tara had no intention of submitting. She rammed an elbow into Alana’s stomach and a second into her aching ribs. The strike to her flank caused Alana to release the hold. Tara rolled over on top of Alana, wrapped her strong lean arm around Alana’s throat and scissored her sides again. Alana clenched her teeth together as her eyes welled with tears.
“Come on…submit. Fucking bitch..” Tara exclaimed.
Alana refused to submit. Instead she suddenly jolted, shifted herself free and was soon over Tara. She punched Tara, once below the eye and a second blow to the side of the head. Alana choked her rival. Tara tried in vain to reapply the scissor hold. The women’s sweaty physiques clung together as they continued to wrestle. Both had amazing endurance…so strong and fit.
“This shit ends tonight. You hear me?” Alana cried. She fought for several moments to coil her legs around Tara’s waist and finally succeeded. Grasping Tara in a chin lock, Alana squeezed with her long legs, like a python crushing its prey. Tara screamed in agony but wasn’t about to give up. In a stunning move, she maneuvered herself atop Alana, picked her up suddenly and then slammed her back down again with all her might. Alana lay sprawled on the mat, her ribs on fire again.
Alana slowly stood, rubbing her side…
“Mmm…those ribs are really hurting, aren’t they?” Tara said with a cold smile.
Alana took a deep breath and glared at her adversary without saying a word. As Tara got to her feet again, she rushed at Alana and snared her in a bear hug. Tara’s tan arms flexed as she squeezed tighter and tighter. Alana felt pain course through her…from her aching sides to her spine. She thought that she might black out. Tara’s talent for unrelenting punishment surely matched hers. Oh yes, Tara had learned from the best.
In desperation, Alana tore at Tara’s face again with her long nails. A cruel, dirty move to be sure, but there really were no rules in these catfights at Paradise. Oh yes, a desperate move, but it was all she could do. This battle was turning into the fight of her life. Tara shrieked loudly as cruel Alana clawed long red streaks into Tara’s face.
Tara released her as Alana kept up her offense, driving her young opponent back to the wall…tearing at her face, and shredding hair, then choking her vehemently. Alana squeezed the young woman’s sleek neck and pressed her hard into the wall. Whatever it was going to take…Alana was wiling to do it.
“You should have never come here in the first place. No class…you little cunt…no fucking class..” Alana said with a smirk. “You won’t take my place at the club. I’ll kill you first,” Alana growled.
Now it was time for Tara to carry out a desperate move of her own in this lurid contest. Suddenly, she raked Alana’s face with her fingernails and yanked her hair. She gouged at Alana’s eyes as both females let out a cry of feral rage. The pure hatred flowed. The fiery women stayed locked in battle against the wall. Tara tried to blind her opponent as Alana grasped at the girl’s hands to defend herself. She yanked Tara’s hair and held her in place long enough to strike her across the cheek.
Their faces just inches apart, Tara head butted her adversary in the mouth, splitting open Alana’s lower lip. Blood oozed down her chin as Tara snatched Alana’s golden locks and punched her face twice.
“Take that…fucking cunt..” Tara exclaimed.
The catfight was becoming bloodier and more brutal. They started choking one another, this time clawing at each other’s slender necks and digging their nails into warm flesh. The fighting females groaned and gasped for air as their lovely throats began streaming steady rivulets of blood.
“I…hate you, bitch..” Alana screeched.
Alana had the experience, but Tara was such a natural at nasty catfighting. Both wanted victory. They needed it. Neither wanted to be second best at Paradise, and this fight would decide it. Choking and clawing…the women snarled and cursed as they slid down the wall and crumpled to the mat. They paused for just a moment then began again.
Tara rose first, her sweet body aching. She slapped Alana as she rose and grabbed a handful of platinum hair, pulling Alana up roughly. As they got to their feet, Alana battered Tara in her toned stomach, briefly knocking the wind out of her. Tara quickly recovered and slapped her enemy across the face then delivered a vicious chop across Alana’s tits. Another cruel chop with the palm of Tara’s hand. A surge of energy and Alana fired back, slapping Tara’s breasts then chopping her across the sternum. Tara responded, then Alana again as they traded several more violent blows. Virulent and ruthless, the women beat on one another.
In a frenzy of lustful hate, the two finally tore off one another’s tops. Now their breasts were completely exposed for even more vile punishment. Tara sank her long fingernails into Alana’s soft mounds then tore at her hard nipples. The cougar’s legs began to buckle, but Alana fought to remain standing and tore at Tara’s silky mammaries…
“I’ll tear those fuckers off…” Alana cried, her sharp nails piercing tan flesh.
The room was filled with their shrill cries, groans and screams as Travis continued leering at the illicit catfight.
“Travis will watch me destroy you, baby..” Alana groaned.
“No….no, never..” Tara sighed breathlessly.
Travis couldn’t believe the damage they had done to their proud breasts. Both had red welts, abrasions and bloody claw marks. They paused again and stared daggers at one another. Tara charged Alana and, grabbing her arm, flung her hard into a corner. Two more savage chops across the sternum and then a backhand across the face. Alana stumbled forward and, almost falling, clasped Tara’s hair and pulled her head back sharply. She flung the young girl into the wall and plunged a knee into her tight abs. Tara’s fine tits were slapped and punched again…several hard blows that reverberated throughout the room.
Alana clenched Tara’s pretty face. “Stupid fucking slut. Why don’t you just give up? You ready to give?” Alana was practically begging. She didn’t know how much more either could take.
They pulled at one another’s hair again, the veins on their long glistening necks protruding. They howled and cursed. Yanking and tugging on their silky manes…hard, aggressive…testing each other’s strength and resilience. Their sexy bodies quivered as they struggled to gain an advantage. Alana worked Tara back toward a corner of the room again, still bound together by hair pulling. They hit the wall with a thud and Alana thrust a forearm into Tara’s throat. Holding her in place, Alana tore off Tara’s bikini bottoms and rammed a fist into her uterus. Tara reached into her opponent’s panties and clawed her pussy. The girls screamed in each other’s faces as another phase of vile torment began.
The violent females stood, bodies tightly entangled, their breasts pressed together and hard nipples jabbing into silky sleek fresh. They thrust their slender fingers into one another’s wet cunts. Screaming in burning pain as they abused each other’s tender womanhood. Their eyes glazed with seething agony and fury, noses almost touching. Tara bit into Alana’s lower lip and tore open the soft flesh. She moved down and sank her teeth into Alana’s throat…
“Sick…fucking bitch…” Alana gasped.
Ramming their holes…jousting their sleek cunts. Alana’s panties were finally torn off completely and dropped to the floor. Now both women were nude as they continued clashing…glowing with sweat, wet flesh littered with wounds…
Not forgetting her enemy’s weakness, Tara stuck a swift fist into Alana’s ribcage. Her side radiated with pain again.
“Stuck up cunt..” Tara whispered with a sneer on her bruised and battered face.
Alana clutched her ribs and gagged..fighting to catch her breath. Another fist into her belly caused the sexy goddess to tremble with pain, then a low blow to the pelvis…ovaries and uterus. Alana fell to her knees as Tara stood looming over her. The young girl looked down at her rival. Alana was paralyzed with pain for a moment.
Tara bent down and whispered in Alana’s ear…“I want you to feel all this.”
Suddenly the fiery youngster stood straight and thrust her knee into Alana’s face. Alana tasted blood and felt it thickly welling in her mouth. Head spinning….she thought she was going to pass out. A sharp slap to the face sent the back of Alana’s head into the wall.
Tara knelt down again, grasping Alana’s throat. She felt the tight muscle and tendons as she squeezed, her pussy throbbing with passion. Alana’s fine body shuddered as she gasped to breathe…
“You done, bitch? Give up….fucking give…” Tara purred.
But Alana was not going to submit to her. Tara seized Alana’s throat even tighter and slammed her back against the wall. She followed up with another humiliating slap. Alana began to crawl on her hands and knees away from the wall where she seemed trapped.
Alana made it a few feet before Tara attacked the ribs yet again, kicking her in the side this time. Alana’s splendid body caved and she fell face down on the mat. Tara leered at her opponent as Alana stubbornly got to her feet. Tara came up behind Alana and shoved her hard, almost knocking her off her feet. The cougar turned to face the young rival just as Tara connected with a fist to the jaw. Alana went careening out of the room, across the threshold that led to the living room. Tara stalked her opponent closely behind. Travis rose from his chair and followed the two fighters.
“Little…skank..” Alana cried under her breath.
Tara snatched Alana’s hair and pulled her closer. “What was that, baby? You got something to say?” Tara said as she grinned wickedly. “You’re done for, Alana. Fucking done.”
Holding Alana’s face close to hers, Tara delivered several crisp slaps. Alana clung to Tara to keep from falling…
“Get off me,” Tara hatefully snapped as she shoved Alana away from her. Travis had stepped quietly into the living room and sat leisurely on the sofa. He didn’t want to miss a thing.
Alana was trying to survive Tara’s attacks. She was a cunning fighter who had been known to fight wars at Paradise. Travis had a feeling she wasn’t done for yet. Tara was taking her time and it might give Alana enough time to recover enough to fight back again. He still suspected the contest could go either way.
Tara pulled Alana’s hair from behind. “I don’t care if you submit to me or not. I just want to kick your fucking ass.”
Suddenly Alana hit Tara with a backhand across the mouth followed by a swift gut punch. Tara countered and the two traded several blows, back and forth. Tara lunged and grasped Alana in another bear hug. Again she punished Alana’s ribs. Alana clawed Tara’s face and the young fighter released her. Both women collapsed to their knees. They were almost overwhelmed with pain and fatigue but had to continue. They were sweaty, bloody and ravaged, but they fought on. Fuck Travis. This was for them, and they both knew it.
The sexy fighters sighed deeply and stared coldly at one another, devastated…sitting side by side in the living room floor…
“Give it up…stupid girl..” Alana moaned.
“Not tonight, baby,” Tara declared as she pounced.
Another side headlock down on the floor. Tara tore at Alana’s hair as she kept the older blonde immobile, their glistening bodies entwined. She ripped out a small clump of Alana’s hair by the root then grabbed her mane again.
“You remember this? Remember doing this in our first fight?” Tara exclaimed. She then clawed Alana’s forehead with her sharp nails…scratching and digging. She soon had more of Alana’s flesh opened up. Still holding her firmly in the headlock, Tara pounded Alana’s head with her fist till she opened her wounds up even more…
“C’mon..bleed bitch..” Tara hissed. “Yes..fuck..yes…”
Soon blood was streaming into Alana’s eyes. “Mmm..yeah. Busted you open real good, didn’t I?” It was shocking just how much head wounds could bleed. Tara released the hold and grabbed Alana’s face, looking her in the eyes. “Look at me….look at me. Stings don’t it?” she laughed. Alana had done the same to her in their first fight.
“God…fucking…cunt..” Alana cursed as she bled profusely. Her face was becoming a crimson mask.
Tara whispered in her enemy’s ear, “Tonight’s the night you go down.”
A chill ran down Alana’s spine. Her own scarlet blood had her blinded now. She furiously wiped it from her eyes and clutched Tara’s arm. Tara pulled away and slapped Alana’s face.
Alana felt herself growing weaker. Though exhausted herself, Tara was still coming after her relentlessly. Alana grabbed hold of the coffee table and began pulling herself up, trying to get to her feet. But again, Tara struck…quick and decisive. Another sharp jab to Alana’s poor ribs. More searing pain that shot through her upper body as she gasped for air.
Snatching her hair, Tara drove Alana’s head into the edge of the table. Alana struggled to stand but quickly tumbled to the floor. Tara sneered as she studied the battered, bloodied cougar lying on her back…her shining chest heaving up and down rhythmically.
“This is it, Alana. You’re all mine,” Tara boasted, her throat now hoarse. The youngster’s pussy was wet with passion from the twisted satisfaction. She just wanted to humiliate and desecrate this arrogant cunt.
With dogged determination, stubborn Alana languidly began to rise to her feet again, but a swift kick to the ribcage sent her to the floor again. Tara stood over her, shook her head slowly and smiled weakly. She knelt down and grabbed Alana’s calves. Spreading her long legs apart, she drove a foot into Alana’s tight belly. She then dropped a vicious knee into her womanhood. Gut wrenching agony cut through the older female.
“Bitch….you little bitch…” Alana muttered as he head throbbed and she almost passed out.
Tara wanted more….so much more. She glanced over at Travis on the nearby sofa, as if wanting his approval. He only smiled gently. Alana, still lying on her back, stared hatefully at her rival. Tara suddenly dropped to the floor and planted her sweaty pussy on Alana’s face. Grasping Alana’s hair, she began grinding her wet cunt into Alana’s nose and mouth…
“Mmmm….yeah. Now what? Fucking whore…now what?” Tara sighed. “C’mon bitch…” Tara continued clutching Alana’s hair, riding her face. Alana was completely helpless. All she could do was take the perverse abuse. “What’s the matter?” Tara mocked her. Clutching the sides of her head, Tara forced Alana deeper between her legs till she thought she might cum…riding Alana’s face with lurid delight.
Tara groaned as she finally released Alana and stretched out next to her. She got to her knees and watched as Alana rolled over and crawled to the sofa where Travis was reclining. Alana hardly seemed to notice her lover as she gradually pulled herself up, clutching the sofa then leaning against the wall. She could be so very insolent and cruel, Travis thought to himself. He knew Alana was a fierce fighter and a true competitor. She had never lost at Paradise. She was beating other women there long before he showed up. And now…this. This fucking night. The night Alana was finally getting hers.
Tara silently approached Alana. They were only a few feet away from Travis. He could hear their heavy breathing, smell their sweaty bodies.
Tara thrust her forearm into Alana’s throat and forced her against the wall. “Give up now, you fucking bitch.”
Alana responded by spitting in Tara’s face and smiling smugly. The frothy saliva ran down Tara’s cheek. Alana gave Tara a surprisingly strong shove, pushing her away. She raised her hand and extended a middle finger…
“Fuck you, Tara. Dirty little skank…”
Tara shook her head. “Defiant cunt till the very end, aren’t you?”
Tara smashed Alana in the face, surged in at her and buried her knee in Alana’s crotch. Clutching a handful of her blonde hair, Tara slammed Alana’s head back into the wall then looked her coldly in the eyes.
“I could fucking kill you,” she cried.
“Come on…kill me…do it..if you’re woman enough..” Alana snarled, almost delirious. She laughed in Tara’s face. “Do it, you stupid fucking bitch….do it…” Alana’s white teeth gleamed through her bloody red face.
Tara smiled and drove her fist into Alana’s aching pelvis then her pussy, sending her down to her hands and knees. Travis was transfixed, watching as the incredible battle had now turned into a savage beatdown. Tara coiled her fingers in Alana’s hair and led her toward the center of the living room, like a dog on a leash. They stopped. Tara circled around Alana, who was barely sitting upright in the floor. She was losing….losing, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. In a perplexing way, perhaps a part of her wanted it. Alana knew that such a beating was coming….sooner or later. It was inevitable. When one alpha female is replaced by another at Paradise, it’s always a brutal and unforgiving affair. Undeniably cruel. A savage ritual.
Tara attacked again like a wildcat. She reached down and pulled at Alana’s neatly trimmed pubic hair then clawed her soft pussy mound. The Paradise champion screamed and clasped Tara’s arm. The young fighter pulled away…
“Take your fucking hands off me.” Tara growled. Grasping Alana’s red stained hair again, she forced her head upright.
Their eyes met again. Tara’s full of hatred and fatigue, Alana’s full of pain. Another loud slap across Alana’s bloodied face. Then a second…and a third. Harder and harder.
“Give up! Submit to me, bitch!” Tara yelled as she then began to squeeze Alana’s windpipe.
“Fuck you….whore..” Alana weakly exclaimed.
“You want more?”
“Show me what you’ve got…cunt..” Alana wailed with labored breath.
Tara sent her fist into Alana’s nose with a loud crack. Dark blood streamed from her nostrils to her mouth. Alana’s head bobbed and softly swayed, then her chin dropped to her chest……
“You’ll…never…” Alana started to speak in a low murmur.
“What? What did you say?” Tara asked as she knelt next to Alana.
“You…will never have class. You’re..nothing…..nothing,” Alana whispered. She would not submit to her young rival. Never. She wouldn’t give Tara the satisfaction.
Tara looked at Travis, her eyes gleaming.
“Do it, baby…..Finish her.” Travis said with a perverse sense of pride. “Destroy that bitch.”
He thought back over his brief history with Alana. It was a lot of fucking and fighting. Through it all, he never felt like he was good enough for this classy cunt. Seeing Tara mercilessly beat her fulfilled a dark fantasy he had.
Tara stood tall and straight over Alana, who remained sitting slumped in the floor. Alana raised her head up at Tara as the young girl hit her full in the face several times with stinging slaps. She slapped Alana till her hand was aching with pain.
Alana almost went down but somehow remained upright….whimpering softly…
Tara paused a moment.
She then smashed her knee into Alana’s face. Fresh blood spewed from Alana’s mouth as she crumpled completely to the floor. Blood was soon staining the white carpet as Alana lay prostrate. She groaned and stirred, ever so softly.
Tara wasn’t done. The sexy little hellcat began kicking Alana in the side. The gorgeous cougar was too weak for anything now…except receiving more punishment. Tara kicked Alana several times, deliberately trying to break her ribs. She would have surely succeeded if Travis hadn’t suddenly jumped in. He leapt from the sofa and grabbed Tara by the arm.
“That’s enough, Tara. That’s enough. Christ..” he cried.
One more brutal kick to the ribcage and Alana curled up into a fetal position. She would not submit, but she was beaten…broken and humiliated. That was all that really mattered.
Travis picked up Tara in his arms and held her tightly. “You did it. You fucking did it.”
“I fucked her up good, didn’t I?” Tara proudly boasted.
Tara basked in her glorious win. She pulled down her lover’s shorts and they starting fucking right there. Tara’s sweet young body was sweaty and bloody and Travis fucked her so hard, cumming like he had never cum before.
Meanwhile, Alana had recovered enough to regain her sundress from the spare room, where the fight had started. She put the dress back on, ran her fingers through her sweaty, blood soaked hair and snatched her bra and panties up. Alana walked back into the living room just as Tara and Travis finished their passionate round of lovemaking.
“You two deserve one another,” she bitterly exclaimed as she headed for the front door.
An incensed Tara charged at Alana and shoved her hard into the front door. Alana turned and slapped Tara across the cheek. Soon the women were fighting spitefully again, fiercely slapping one another. One final flurry of violence…Tara still nude, Alana wearing her little black sundress. Travis sat back down on the sofa, smiling softly. He let Tara have her moment as she indulged herself again.
Tara grabbed Alana by the arm and looked her in the eyes. “Tell me I’m the better woman. Tell me!” Tara screamed.
But Alana would not. She would not speak or show any emotion as she opened the door and left.
“Yeah..get the fuck out..before I kill you..” Tara shouted as the door loudly slammed.
Alana walked down to the beach. She knelt down at the water’s edge and let the cool waves wash the sweat and blood from her poor aching body. Her heart broke as she listened to the pounding surf. She thought for a brief moment about just walking out into the ocean and not looking back. A part of her wanted to. She wiped her bloodied face.
Alana returned to the bungalow she had stayed in for six years, her sexy body coursing with raw pain and fatigue. Wounded in body and spirit. She had lost. She knew it. Tara and Travis knew it. Soon everyone at Paradise would know it. She had never hurt so badly..so deeply in her life. Two cracked ribs this time. She was lucky they weren’t broken. But the pain ran much deeper.
The following day, Alana unceremoniously left Paradise, never to return. Another chapter in her life was over.
The beach club Paradise was a decadent place where one might find heaven or hell. The gorgeous women there could be vicious and unforgiving. Even the bitch on top had to eventually taste the most bitter defeat…..
It was only a matter of time.
The End
