Kacie vs. Hollie: Dogfight Bitches by Ellis Kent
Author’s Note
IRL this was written for Kacie…Hollie and Rees are real too.
Over the last few decades, a small number of exclusive and very discreet female-only fight clubs have emerged where women can test themselves against each other physically and sexually. Members of these clubs fall broadly into two categories; those fight and those who watch – some richer members support professional gladiatrices. The only men are those who perform services for the members with an inclination, such as acting as a prize for the straight and bisexual members.
The well-disguised locations of these clubs often include arenas, and spaces suitable for specific types of combat, such as sunken arenas, padded fighting pits where two women can fight standing up against each other and many other variations. In the London branch of the Black Scorpion Club, there is an infamous fighting space called ‘The Kennel’, a fighting arena where the combatants fight on all fours with their legs hobbled. It is the most primal kind of fight, literally tooth and nail. the most common reason full to women to enter the kennel is to fight it out over a sexual partner, if male, he is referred to as the stud dog. By tradition the victrix, the ‘breeding bitch’ takes the stud dog on the field of battle in front of her defeated rival. The slang for the two combatants is the dogfight bitches.
A month or so after their epic battle, Rosemarie and Christine (see Club She Wolves Settle It) were in an exclusive nightclub in London. They had noticed a trio in a corner, two young women and a tall man. The two women, one platinum blonde, the other a redhead, were clearly in a heated discussion that was on the verge of boiling over.
The two connoisseurs of female combat exchanged knowing glances with each other. Rosemarie asked quizzically, ‘Which one is your money on? I like the look of that dirty blonde.’ Christine responded swiftly, ‘Hah! mine would be on the redhead, though they do look exceptionally well matched.’
At this point they were joined by the owner of the club, a friend who was about their age, as she too looked towards the noise of two women about to hit each other. She smiled, ‘I know you two are into woman-on-woman violence, but I can do without too much of it here. The platinum blonde is called Kacie, she likes to look for trouble, and the other is Hollie, she is trouble, always hitting on other women’s men.’
At this point the redhead and the blonde exchanged slaps before standing and pulling each other to the ground. The young man stood but made no attempt to intervene; he was clearly enjoying the fracas, although he had probably intended the fight to start back at his apartment. The two women when now utterly absorbed in a cat-ball, the occasional curse word and slap, arose from the melee.
A few seconds later, a muscular man from the club security, reached down and picked the pair up, escorting them to a small room. Rosemarie said, ‘I think Christine and I have a better place for them to settle their differences.’ Looking at the owner and asking the question as though it were an order, she added, ‘Perhaps we might be introduced to them.’ Christine smiled, ‘Good idea, let’s train one each, I’d love to see if your Bitchcraft skills could be applied to one of these bitches on heat, I’ll train up the other.’ Rosemarie answered, ‘Yes, on heat is exactly right, they were clearly arguing over cock. We’d let them fight it out in the kennel. A kind of fight by proxy…’ Christine beamed as she replied, ‘How alike we think!’
Entering the room where the security guard was still holding the women apart, the owner dismissed him and closed the door, leaving Rosemarie and Christine to put their proposition to the two women. The offer of a substantial sum, or at least substantial to the two women, was successful. For the next three weekends, the two brawlers agreed to be trained and schooled, prior to meeting in the London branch of the Black Scorpion Club.
In addition to the cash reward for participation in the fight, it was decided that the prize would include rights to Reece, the man that they had been fighting over. it turned out that Kacie was with Reece, but Hollie has been coming on to him for some time, all three lived in the same community. Hollie had a reputation as a ‘taker’ and had been in a rival gang to Kacie. As per their original preferences, Rosemarie was to train Kacie and Christine would handle Hollie. Rosemarie had been drawn to a certain poise and style that Kacie exuded, while Hollie’s animal drive had attracted Christine.
In the cab on the way back to Christine’s hotel, Rosemarie ventured, ‘I think we should train the boy too; Alexis is going to be in town for a couple of weeks training and taking part in the London Marathon.’ Turning to her companion, Christine beamed, ‘That’s an excellent idea, after all if there’s going to be a ritualistic victory rut, we want it done to a high standard. Alexis is excellent with cock as well as pussy.’ Rosemarie added, ‘I think she should act as mistress of ceremonies too.’ Christine nodded in agreement.
It had been an unexpectedly interesting evening.
TRAINING REPORT: First Session Discussion
After the first training session for their respective charges, the two club cougars called each other to swap notes.
Rosemarie: so how was Hollie?
Christine: for an exhibitionist, as so many redheads are, Hollie has a good amount of focus and discipline. She’s also bi-sexual, and that, as we both know, is a good sign for a female brawler.
Rosemarie: same with Kacie, and she really wants to take Hollie down. Did she tell you that they’d fought before? Apparently they were in rival gangs.
Christine: Yes, she did mention it, but like their fracas at the club, it got broken up before they could fight it out to a finish. It turns out that Hollie had been after Reece for some time and the fact that he is now with Kacie only made her more determined to get him.
Rosemarie: The great thing about Kacie is how uninhibited she is. She stripped off like a pro and love the idea of practicing with one of the novices. She moves well and can’t wait to go at it with Hollie in front of an audience.
Christine: Do you get the impression that winning Reece is not as important as beating Hollie? For Hollie, taking Reece is about getting one over on Kacie.
Rosemarie: I get the same impression with Kacie; she badly wants to humiliate Hollie if she wins.
Christine: Yes, Hollie also is planning her victory rut. She is very insistent that Kacie must remain in the arena to see her taking Reece. How did Kacie take it when she heard that it is normal practice here at the club for the stud dog to present himself to both fighters before the combat.
Rosemarie: Kacie was very relaxed, she said she wanted Hollie to get a feel of what she’d be missing. I won’t spoil the surprise by telling you what Kacie has planned for her victory fuck, suffice it to say that she wants her to be up close and personal when he unloads in Kacie.
Christine: Do you get the impression that Reece is also an exhibitionist?
Rosemarie: I imagine so as he’s agreed to play the role of the dog stud. Alexis is giving him his first session next week. If he doesn’t know now, he’ll certainly know by the end of his training that this confrontation is about Kacie and Hollie establishing who is top bitch. As you know, the top bitch gets the meat.
Christine: yeah, it’s about who is the top bitch, not really about his meat. I wonder how he’ll cope dealing with a real goddess. Alexis is very demanding of her men, but somehow, I imagine Reece will be happy to be on all fours for her, even though I doubt he’ll get much of a reward from her, she’s picky about both men and women.
Rosemarie: For Reece’s training, I made sure that Alexis got some support from a couple of club novices, who were excited to be able to watch Alexis in action, and maybe get a little action from the trainee. My real fear is that a young inexperienced stallion will shoot his wad merely out of excitement of watching the fight.
Christine: It could be even worse. Few men have the stomach to watch sexually aroused women fight to a finish. Women are so much more intense in combat than men. He might feel the urge to break it up.
Rosemarie: the good news there, according to Kacie is that he is hugely turned on by female combat. As she says in her Essex accent, ‘He really blows hard when I wank him off and talk about me fighting some ‘uni-slut’ in a club.’
Christine: Yes, I got a few stories from Hollie about her brawling, it seems she is always getting into fights.
Rosemarie: I got to look through some of Kacie’s photos and she seems to have a penchant for being in groups of relatively attractive and scantily clad women. You know the kind of rivalry and arousal that brings on in a group.
Christine: Oh yes, I am sure that both these women like to fight, but we’re trying to get them to elevate it to an art form. Luckily, they both seem to like an audience, and that helps keep them focused on how they look, as well as winning.
Rosemarie: We don’t want this to be a two-minute brawl, but I think we’re both convinced that they are not only well matched but that they both have a real fight lust. Let’s hope the stud dog is up to scratch, the members love to see the winner taking her reward on the field of battle.
Christine: Oh yes, and don’t forget taking it in front of the loser. Speak soon!
Rosemarie: Alexis sent me the report on her first training, and it sounds like we have a promising candidate for a lusty post-fight victory fuck. Let me read you her account of the session.
REPORT ON THE STUD DOG REECE: SESSION ONE
Reporter: Alexis Diletti
I took the stud dog Reece for his first training session this past weekend. Before we met, the two novices from the London club that were provided to assist me, shaved him, cleansed him and explained the key parameters for his training, namely:
- to remain on all fours unless instructed otherwise
- never to speak, unless explicitly requested to do so
- to avoid all eye contact with the females involved in his training
I was very impressed by the novices Melinda and Sarah, they seemed genuinely thrilled to be involved. I detected a certain competitiveness between them which should lend an air of realism to the training involving the pre-fight ritual.
I can report he adhered to all these rules and accepted that his role in this sophisticated entertainment for the members of the club. He understands that he is to act as a prop for the female rivalry that was to play out in front of him. To test his suitability to watch Kacie and Hollie engage in what will be a vicious no holds barred fight; I played him a dog bitch fight from our archives. It was gratifying to see how quickly he became fully erect, and the extreme nature of the combat only excited him further.
As you know, our members are choosy when it comes to stud dog ‘equipment’. This specimen Reece is well hung, at nearly eight inches, though he lacks the girth that many of our more discerning ladies crave.
I asked the two novices if they would like to milk him to test the volume and velocity of his ejaculation. As they both wanted the assignment, I suggested that they choose a form of combat to decide who was going to undertake that role. (The novices are Melinda, a brunette, and Sarah a black girl.) Given that both the girls were well stacked, they, not surprisingly, chose to settle it by a breast maul which I refereed. I noticed that stud dog was totally entranced by the two as they squeezed and pulled until Melinda gave up. Indeed, he was jerking his cock so hard that I had to restrain him by use of my riding crop.
The winner, Sarah, then proceeded to work him manually. I had Melinda cuff him to the wool bars of the training cell I thought it was important that he should get a sense of being objectified. Melinda had clearly not taken her loss well. As Sarah worked him, Melinda kept shouting at Sarah to go faster and to work it harder: she clearly regretted losing out to Sarah. Eventually Sarah really worked up a hard fast rhythm until Reece gave a deep growl, and I counted three heavy ropes and several showers of pearls.
It was such a strong display that you might consider suggesting he shoots over, rather than inside, the winner. However, I strongly believe that the winner should get what she wants, after all, she will have earned it the hard way!
It is difficult balancing the desires of the membership against the primal urge of a woman who has just fought another to a finish over a cock. Of course, I understand that these street fighting girls are utter exhibitionists so they may get a kick out of getting themselves splashed on the outside and showing the audience how much she can pull out of a rutting stud. I know that all three of us have chosen each option at various fights where we have earned the cream.
Will report next week, after I have done another training session.
Alexis (Bitch Goddess Alexis)
Second Session Discussion: Rosemarie and Christine
The aim of the second session was to inculcate a sense of discipline and restraint to Hollie and Kacie combatants. The first test was to see how they responded to pre-fight stimulus by the stud dog. (The aim of involving the prize before the fight was to give the contestants a physical reminder of what they were fighting for, and by staging the extremely intimate probing in front of her rival, to increase the tension between the two combatants.) Rosemarie and Christine had agreed that, to give the feel of dogs, that both Hollie and Kacie would be fitted with anal plugs with ponytails. Luckily the club had sufficient money and know how to create tales that matched the hair color of the two combatants.
Rosemarie: So how did Hollie do, presenting herself to the stud dog? By the way, which one did you use?
Christine: I used number 175B, a black stallion who is really hung. I heard that Hollie has an off the scale sex drive, so, I really wanted to test her. He is also totally primal, and I knew that getting the strong buzz from redhead pheromones would bring out his inner animal.
Rosemarie: So, how did it go?
Christine: Well, she certainly has a strong sex drive. As soon as she felt the heat of that huge mushroom pushing against her opening, she pushed back hard, despite my instructions early on that she was to withhold herself. I think that when we allow Reece to partially enter her before the fight, she will still carry the charge of being impaled on him.
Rosemarie: Kacie presented herself beautifully, utterly available without pushing back herself, the club stud was straining not to impale himself up to the hilt on her. Without losing any of her composure, Kacie painted his mushroom with her juices. I had the stud dog keep in contact with her 4 around 5 minutes and it was clear that at the end it was him that was almost whimpering with lust, while Kacie merely looked round at him over her shoulder, as though he were a mere sex toy.
Christine: so, it sounds as though I have a horny undisciplined bitch, while you have a horny bitch that can keep herself in check. They may be very evenly balanced; I wonder whether passion wins out over discipline or vice versa. In the prefight ritual, what do you think we should have the stud dog do?
Rosemarie: I think that we should have him let them both feel the heat of his glans on their tail and pussy. No penetration, that should really work them both to a fight frenzy for the right to get more.
Christine: I agree, the prefight ritual is essentially a tool to get them uninhibited and to provoke them to unleash their inner bitch on each other. I know that Hollie will want coat his cock head with her juices, and I guess that Kacie will want to scent him with hers.
Rosemarie: although he’ll be wet with both their juices, the winner will sluice off the loser’s scent with her own. I suggest if he is going to take out the anal tail plugs, that he do it with his teeth.
Christine: of course, they should both be wearing tail plugs, and in fact I have had two clear anal tail plugs inserted with a died nylon ponytail that has been color swatch matched to their hair color.
Rosemarie: that sounds glorious, you are so good at knowing what our membership likes. Apparently, there are about 30 members signed up, a good number when you consider we have had to charge into four figures for the seats.
Christine: Well, you know that a lot of the members coming view this as a proxy fight between you and me.
Rosemarie: Hey, I view it as a proxy fight between you and me! My bitch Kacie against your bitch Hollie.
Christine: One day, it will be you and me for real, but we will be charging multiples of what they’re paying to see these two street sluts fight it out over a stallion.
Rosemarie: Sure, when you and I fight it out it won’t be over some ten-inch stallion, it’ll be just to see who is best.
REPORT ON THE STUD DOG REECE
Session Two
Trainer: Alexis Diletti
The second training took place today. I explained to the stud dog Reece, that he needed as far as possible to make contact with the most primal parts of himself, to become truly dog and fulfill the role that we expect of him.
The most primitive of the senses is smell, this is where humans are least accomplished in comparison to dogs. As part of his preparation, he was given 10 pieces of silk, each impregnated with the scent of novices and full members who will be attending the fight in two weeks’ time. He has spent the intervening week familiarizing himself with the smell of these ten pussies. Luckily, six of the participating women, were able to take part in the training. Reece was blindfolded and I led him on all fours on a leash attached to a black studded collar into a room where they were all seated in a circle, each making her pussy available to him.
Reece had very clear instructions that he was to identify the women using his nose and he was under no circumstances to lick or touch the participants. He had been shown my riding crop and promised a beating should he give in to his understandable desire to use his tongue.
Fortunately, he obeyed completely, and amazingly was able to identify every woman. As a reward, I let him eat the novice who had milked him after his first session. His facility with his tongue is energetic rather than skillful, but he made the novice, Melinda, come hard within four minutes. (I could tell that Sarah, who was also able to attend the session, was jealous. I intend to give her a chance to even the score in his final session.)
The Bitch Goddess Alexis
REPORT ON THE STUD DOG REECE: Final Session
Reporter: Alexis Diletti
As this was the final training session, my main aim was to prepare Reece for what will be expected of him next weekend. Your idea to have him give both Kacie and Hollie a taster of what the winner will get will certainly ramp up the aggression levels between the two women. The biggest risk in the whole enterprise will be if Reece unloads in either of the two combatants before they have fought. The aim of the session was to familiarize him with the prefight rituals and to check that he has enough self-control not to ejaculate while watching the fight. If this were the case, we would of course remove him from the arena while they fight it out.
To make this as realistic as possible, I had Melinda and Sarah hobbled and on all fours. To let them know that I expected them not to hold back, I insisted that they wore collars, I know they have both watched some of the more extreme fights from our Asian affiliates. They both understood the implication of needing to protect their throats from each other, and both of whom seemed anxious to participate, perhaps not just to learn from me but out of a sense of competition from their first week breast-maul and Melinda’s milking and being eaten by Reece.
Sarah, showing some defiance to Melinda, and exuding confidence, asked me if I would be filming the session, as she said she wanted something to enjoy watching later. This was clearly a signal to Melinda that they should take this training session for the stud dog very seriously, exactly as you’ll be doing for Kacie and Hollie next week, I had the two girls face off on all fours.
I then led Reece, blindfolded, around them, eventually allowing him to sniff each in turn. I asked him to identify the first of the two and he correctly identified Melinda. As he had been instructed previously, he was then allowed to snuffle her tail and pussy, and to eat her for a short while. Next, I led him to Sarah where he repeated the same. What Sarah and Melinda did not expect was for me to command him to mount Sarah ahead of Melinda.
Suffice it to say that when I gave the signal to fight, it was brutally savage and a contest lasting about half an hour. Sarah was the clear winner, and she chose to have Reece give her a victory shower while kneeling on Melinda’s shoulders. The result of which was the brunette was face to face with the black’s pussy, while Sarah received a generous drenching in man juice.
As a result of this, I can confirm that Reece was not only able to control himself watching a very exciting tussle, but I also only had to strike his hand away from his cock twice. I conclude that allowing him to watch the fight will only enhance his performance at the victory rut, especially if the winner asks him to shoot over her. (As you both insisted, I did not allow him to penetrate either of the two combatants, I know we want to keep him fully primed for the winner of next week’s fight.)
Thank you for inviting me to be involved in this training. I look forward to performing as mistress of ceremonies and to meeting with you to discuss the final arrangements for the fight.
Alexis (Bitch Goddess)
PS As a special reward, I allowed Reece to sniff my pussy while he did himself. I flatter myself that he came as hard and as copiously as he had for Sarah, despite having unloaded on her only a few minutes previously. I had told him, that he could shout my name as he came, and I was gratified to hear him cry out, ‘Goddess!’ as he unloaded.
Rules of Engagement
A week before the fight, Christine and Rosemarie met with Alexis to discuss how the evening would run. The two older women had agreed that they would not pass on any sensitive information to their charges. Alexis wanted to agree the format of the contest, not least what the limits of the aggression levels should be. The three of them sat in Alexis’s luxury apartment overlooking the Thames, which she had been lent by one of the wealthy members of the club who had flown her to London by private jet.
After the pleasantries and charging of glasses with Pol Roger, Alexis’ favorite Champagne, she led off with the most important question. ‘This is not Asia, but I sense that both Kacie and Hollie have high levels of aggression, and that the competition for Reece is fierce. Do we force them to wear neck collars to protect from their own aggressive instincts?’ There was a brief pause, before Christine said, ‘Of course, I raised this issue with Hollie who said that when it came to Kacie, she’d go all the way. Hollie is extremely primal, and I think she is exhibitionist enough that she would agree to exposing her throat to Kacie, just to show that she is woman enough.’
Rosemarie replied, ‘Kacie is more sophisticated, but if Hollie raises the stakes, I believe that Kacie will willingly match her.’ Alexis intervened decisively, ‘If you have both explained to them the implication of a bare-throated bitch fight, I propose that we provide them both with wide studded collars and leave it to them to decide whether to remove them. Both women will look great in the collars when you lead them into the kennel, but it will also give our members a thrill if they discard them of their own will. Think of the drama!’
Alexis added, ‘It is the erotic possibility of a fight going all the way, rather than a desire to see the ultimate forfeit that makes a ‘no holds barred’ contests like this so compelling to watch, and I might add from personal experience, exciting to participate in. Besides, I have my riding crop if I think things are getting too out of control, also the London club doctor is the best in the world at dealing with injuries from extreme arena bouts.’.
Christine then interjected, ‘We’ve discussed the fight rules, but the buildup is critical to many members, this is not some back street brawl.’ Rosemarie added, ‘Agreed, this is fundamentally a fight to resolve a sexual rivalry. I think we need to accentuate that aspect of the contest.’ Alexis was swift to suggest, ‘Let’s allow them both to inspect each other where the prize will be taken. Having the scent of your rival’s juices in your nostrils as you fight her is both an aphrodisiac and a stimulus to aggression.’
The two older women nodded, acknowledging that the younger member’s own experience of fighting around the globe, her film appearances and her author’s imagination had led her to a typically creative set of recommendations. The intersection between sex, violence and aesthetics was where the Black Scorpion Club was second to none.
The rules of engagement having been agreed, Rosemarie asked, ‘Well, do we agree that we have an evening worth inviting members to watch?’ Christine, somewhat jibing at her rival and lover, ventured, ‘Are you telling me that you haven’t been able to improve that blonde bitch’s fighting capability?’ Rosemarie shot back, ‘Oh, I’ve improved her performance capability, but I think she is a natural in any case; not just physically, but she is extremely grounded and mature. I know that if I were Reece, I would have chosen Kacie over Hollie.’
Christine said thoughtfully, ‘Hollie has strong animal instincts, is aggressive and highly sexed, she’ll certainly perform well, but she may lack the discipline that I think you see in Kacie. However, I’ll give her at least even odds. It’s the Apollo versus Dionysus binary writ large. Either could come out on top.’ Alexis, concurring, said, ‘I’ve watched the training tapes, and this won’t be a five-minute bout, and I think this is a strong match up.’
Leaning forward earnestly, Christine asked, ‘Well, what about the stud dog Reece. Is he going to perform on the night?’ Alexis responded fulsomely, ‘He revels in his situation and told me outright that he hopes Kacie hurts Hollie, but he will willingly rut with the winner, whoever she is. He did not flinch at watching the Asian dogfight to a finish that I showed him. He is a typical stud in that he’ll take any attractive pussy, but he is also turned on by female violence.’
Rosemarie cut in, adding, ‘Well, I hope there’ll be a lot of violence, I think they can both give it and take it. Sounds like our stud dog will give the winner the reward that any top bitch craves.’ At that all three raised a glass to toast the coming contest.
PART TWO: PRE-FIGHT RITUALS
Presentation
The Black Scorpion Club’s London arena, deep in the grounds of a walled mansion, was filling fast. It was a novelty to have two non-members be the center of attention. Their association with Christine and Rosemarie was also a draw. Seeing these club cougars’ two proteges fight was as close as the membership had come to see this senior pair go at it one-on-one. The ultimate attraction was a fight featuring Alexis as mistress of ceremonies.
The three participants, Kacie, Hollie and Reece were each on display in small rooms outside the subterranean amphitheater called the kennel where the fight was to take place. The audience was milling its way around between the three spaces, observing, and in some cases, closely inspecting the physical toning of the stars of the combat soon to play out in front of them.
Bisexual and straight members of the club showed a real interest in Reece. He was standing masked on a plinth about two feet high so that his cock was at eye level to the curious throng. Thirty minutes into the preflight inspection around two dozen women had stroked his long shaft, cupped, and weighed his heavy balls. The size of his ball sack proved he was carrying a five-day load with which to reward the winner. As members were entitled to feel him out, his shaft was now streaked with different colors of lipstick. Alexis had assured Rosemarie, Christine, and Beatrice that she was confident he would not spill his load after her rigorous training, but a thin trickle of pre-come emanated from the swollen head.
Rosemarie was keeping a close eye on the membership as they viewed Kacie who was also on a plinth on all fours at eye level. The conversation amongst the members was fiercely appreciative, as members’ hands felt the firmness of her thighs, caressed her buttocks and fingered her slit. Throughout this erotic groping and fingering, Kacie remained impressively composed. The two contestants had both been told not to speak to the members, and that they were expected to remain passive whatever was said or done to them.
The compliments came thick and fast from the impressed examiners. The conversation between two late twenties members illustrated the consensus. One was brunette, the other blonde, both wearing black ball masks, high heels, stockings and a loose-fitting silk robe, they strode brazenly into the display area, thrilling at the prospect of the combat to come and reveling in their own magnificent bodies, that their clothing scarcely concealed. Judging by their accents, they were both professional women, educated and supremely confident.
Brunette: ‘Wow, feel how firm she is!’
Blonde: ‘She’s so sculpted, you can tell she’s put in time in the gym, I hope the other bitch knows what she’s up against.’
Brunette: ‘You can tell she really wants to fight, look how hard her nipples are. This contest not just about catching some cock, it’s about putting another bitch in her place.’
Blonde: ‘I think she wants that cock too. He hasn’t got much girth, but he has a good length, frankly I’d tussle you for it.’
Brunette: ‘Yeah, and you’d have to watch me drain him when I beat you.’
Blonde: ‘Before I bet any money on Kacie, I want to see what the opposition looks like.’
Next, the duo entered the room with Hollie, who on their arrival could not help but give a subdued twerk which although the two members knew was bad form, could not help but admire. Somewhat empowered by the redhead’s bad behavior, the brunette slaps the redhead’s buttocks causing her to push her delightful backside up in the air, and to wiggle again so that the tail, an anal plug into which strands dyed to Hollie’s hair color had been inserted.
Blonde: ‘You’d never believe that she’ll be fighting it out tooth and claw in half an hour, she looks like she is ready to go clubbing!’
Brunette: ‘Oh, I think she looks like she loves to fight and that she is letting us know how confident she is that she’ll win. Hot body!’
Blonde: ‘OMG look how wet she is, her juices are brimming.’
Brunette: ‘Fuck, her clit has burst out of its hood!’
Blonde: ‘She’s dripping, she’s so ready to take that dog stud.’
Brunette: ‘Hey, she needs to win it first! The other bitch Kacie looks like a pretty good match for her.’
Blonde: ‘Sure, this is going to be no cakewalk for either of them.’
At this point a gong sounded, letting the patrons know that they now had five minutes to take their seats. The lights in the arena were brought up to a low level ready for the entrance of Kacie, Hollie, their Alexis and the mistress of ceremonies, all the way from the Sunshine State. The arena comprised a sunken area covered in black padded leather, surrounding it were three tiers of theatre boxes, with each accommodated up to three women though most were only occupied by couples.
The boxes gave the members some privacy for intimacy with lovers or rivals. It was not uncommon for two rivals to watch the fight together imagining themselves in the place of the two contestants. Tonight, Rosemarie and Christine would share a box, they were both rivals and lovers; for them this fight would be a proxy contest between the two of them and a prelude to a competitive sexfight in Rosemarie’s bedroom.
Prefight Rituals
Alexis, looking stunning wearing only her trademark black judo top, panty less and with short ankle boots, entered the arena to ecstatic applause. As a symbol of her authority, she carried a riding crop, that she hoped she wouldn’t have to use, but these two fighters are not disciplined club members. The large screens higher up the wall showed every angle of her, and her charge for the evening, the naked Reece, on all fours wearing only a black ball mask and a studded collar around his neck to which a leash was attached. Alexis yanked on the leash to let Reece know that he should move around her. His cock was very heavy but not fully erect. She raised one hand, a simple gesture asking for silence which was immediately obeyed by the rapt auditorium.
‘Ladies, members, tonight we are here for an unusual combat. Two non-members, Kacie and Hollie are disputing ownership of this stud dog. Here in this arena, they will settle who is to rut with him here tonight. In short, they will become dog fight bitches and fight to a finish to determine which of them will be the breeding bitch. As you would expect, when two bitches fight it out, it will be tooth and claw.’ At this statement there was a spontaneous round of applause and cheering.
Alexis waited for silence to reestablish itself. She continued, ‘Kacie and Hollie have agreed to fight until one begs for mercy or cannot continue. Showing their determination, both have agreed that the winner will only stop when she is satisfied.’ At this extra dimension of brutality there was, at first, a sharp intake of breath and then a round of sustained applause.
Alexis again waited for relative silence before adding, ‘The winner will rut with the stud dog here in the arena, the loser will remain on the field of combat while the victrix takes her reward.’
There was a further explosion of applause as from opposite ends of the arena, Rosemarie and Christine, both wearing stylish but revealing evening dresses entered, with Kacie and Hollie respectively, on leads. The bitches were both wearing a broad leather girdle around the midriff and linked by a leather strap to two ankle cuffs linked by a second strap. This device was designed to keep the wearer on all fours. Critically, the restraining strap is at the front, so that the wearer’s pussy is exposed from behind to stud dog.
Each had an anal plug with a plume in the shape of a ponytail inserted, their delightful backsides were pushed high so that the tail stands proud. The club wardrobe director had done an excellent job in mimicking each woman’s hair color, giving the ponytail effect an air of authenticity.
As soon as the redhead saw Kacie, her leash goes taut as she instinctively strains towards her rival. Kacie remained calm but bares her teeth at Hollie. The two club cougars detached the leashes and leave to sit side by side in the president’s box. As they took their seats, Rosemarie whispered to Christine, ‘I wish that were us down there.’ Christine turned to her and replied, ‘I think we can relive some of what we are about to see when we get back to your place tonight.’
Exactly as they had been taught, the two women both assumed a kneeling position facing each other, their eyes darting to each other’s breasts before locking eyes again. Alexis, steps into the gap between the two women. Flipping a coin, Alexis asks Kacie for a call. She chooses heads, but the coin comes down tails. Hollie is going to receive her pre-fight servicing first. Alexis points with her riding crop, and blows a whistle, indicating that Reece should go and perform as he had been briefed. As soon as he is behind Hollie, he starts to sniff, bringing his nose close to her pussy and tail, inhaling her mating musk.
Above the crowd watched silently, directional microphones and cameras built in at every angle, show on screens around the auditorium the effect that Hollie’s pheromones had on his cock as it distends. His tongue starts to protrude, but he knows he must wait for permission, which comes in the form of a sharp blast on a small whistle that Alexis carries.
His first task is to remove her tail, which just as he had practiced with Sarah and Melinda, he manages to do effortlessly. On the signal from Alexis, he squats behind her and pushes his cockhead against her rosette then slides it down her slit so that it is coated in her juice. Feeling the heat from his glans, causes Hollie to moan, while staring at Kacie full on, taunting her rival. She raises her backside and waggles it, pushing back so that now the whole head is inside her. She is clearly struggling with the urge to push back hard so that he impales himself completely, but she has been told that she’ll have to fight to win to get more than a taster.
Again, the whistle blows, and with obvious reluctance, he withdraws, his shaft now glistening with Hollie’s juices. Still all fours, he proceeds to the other side of the podium and takes up position behind Kacie. He sniffs around her tail and pussy, his senses reeling at the subtle contrasts between the rival bitches’ scent. He knows Kacie well, and he is aroused both by her willingness to fight for him but also at her coolness at witnessing him half mount her rival. Hollie by contrast is not doing a good job of controlling her competitive instincts or her animal lust.
Removing her tail, Reece repeats the movement and pushes against her gaping hole, knowing how much she loves to feel the heat of his purple meat, before dragging it down to nudge against the opening of her pussy. His cock is now fully erect, the head now moist with the juice of both women. Kacie shows immense poise but glowers at Hollie.
The primary aim of the is the pre-fight ritual to both inflame the sexual urges and rivalry between the two women competing to be the breeding bitch. Watching her rival being pleasured by the disputed dog stud raises the desire to fight and win to fever pitch. The objective was fully achieved. It has also aroused the audience who watch in rapt silence. The couple who had been inspecting the two fighters previously were wide eyed with excitement, the brunette’s right hand has found its way into her panties.
Hollie, green with envy, cannot control herself and hisses at her rival, ‘How does it feel to have my juices rubbed against your pussy?’ Kacie, aggressive but controlled snarls back, ‘His cock is carrying my scent now bitch! I hope you enjoyed his cock because it’s the last time you’re gonna feel it. Enraged, Hollie shot back, ‘I’ll sluice your scent off his cock with my juices, when he gets to rut with a pedigree bitch, not some mongrel slut like you.’
Although both women have broken the rule that you don’t talk in the kennel, Alexis correctly judges that the audience is loving seeing these two street girls getting ready to go at it. She has her riding crop ready, if necessary, now she simply strikes the leather rather than one of the two combatants. The tension remains high, but order is restored as she guides Reece back to the side of the arena.
To make sure Reece does not shoot his load before the top bitch is established, Alexis gently flicks his scrotum with her riding crop. His cock jerks and loses a little steel, but she knows that watching them fight will soon have it fully extended again; it is sure to be streaming pre-come by the time the top bitch has emerged.
Returning to the center where the two competing bitches are coiled ready to spring at each other, Alexis, in a low authoritative voice, states, ‘You know that this fight is to decide where the stud dog sinks his cock. Know what your rival is offering him, see it, touch it and know her scent. Hollie, you first, know your rival.’ With that she points to Kacie’s hind quarters.
On cue, Kacie starts to crawl in a looping move to circle behind her rival; Hollie moves out so the two are now following each other. They discreetly sniff, trying to catch a trace of each other’s musk. Each knows instinctively that she wants to know her bitch-rival’s scent, up close. Really close. They both want it almost as badly as they want to fight.
Audience Involvement
In one of the boxes closest to the arena, the young brunette and blonde are both wide eyed with lust as they lean in to drink in the action only a few feet away. Seated immediately behind them is a third member, a decade or so older. She is wearing a crimson leather blouson and shorts. She is hard bodied, and a couple of scars on her neck show that she participates rather than just watches.
She whispers to her two companions, ‘First time you’ve seen two bitches in the kennel?’
The blonde replies by nodding, without tearing her eyes away from the two circling women, adding dreamily, ‘I’m already dripping and they haven’t even started to fight.’ The older woman smiles, ‘Hmmm, you’ll never forget seeing your first kennel match-up.’ Still transfixed, the brunette answers mechanically, ‘I want to be down there; we can see them, we can hear them, but I want to know the smell of two angry bitches on heat.’
Huntress Scent
Kacie suddenly stops circling, pushing her rear up she lowered herself until her pert breasts touch the padded mat. She is inviting her rival to probe her, fearlessly putting her sex on full display. Immediately, she feels the hot breath, then Hollie inhaling and then with a growl Kacie lets Hollie know that she should come closer to her pussy.
Kacie snarls, ‘Use your teeth on me now, and I’ll rip you open…’ Hollie crawls swiftly to face herself Kacie and she hisses her response, ‘I’ll be using my teeth when we go at it, you can bank on it! Want to know what the top bitch smells like?’ With that Hollie spins around and presents herself to Kacie who slowly prowls to take up position behind the blonde.
Hollie glances over her shoulder in time to see Kacie inhaling her, as though in some primitive way the knowledge of her rival scent will give her an edge in the upcoming fight.
Ratcheting up the tension the redhead snares, ‘I suppose you want to see how Reece opened me up, I could sense he wanted to ram it up to the hilt in me.’ Provocatively, Hollie repeats the twerking action, cheap, yet sexy at the same time.
Kacie can see than Hollie’s still leaking pussy is still dilated from the stud dog, this combined with the scent of her enemy in her nostrils, provokes her to snarl, ‘You pushed back like the slut taker you are that’s the only reason you got him inside you. I own that cock, so I hope you enjoyed a taster of what I own, it’s all you’ll ever get.’ In a flash of anger, the redhead, growls, ‘Well bitch, that’s what we’re here to find out, isn’t it!?’
Audience Arousal
Above the experienced club member and her two younger companions are drinking in every detail. The blonde is opening her blouse, giving herself access to her brown tipped breasts. Looking up she catches a wall screen that is showing what floor cameras are picking up, two gaping pussies, both slick with juice, and two rampant clitorises, fully extended and angrily swollen.
Pushing back her salt and pepper locks, the older member whispers, ‘Smell is our most primal sense; the taste and scent of her rival will fire each woman’s desire to fight to screaming point.’ Still riveted on the scene below, the brunette half moans, ‘With their nostrils full of the scent of each other’s bitch juice, they will be almost tasting each other while they fight.’
Her voice cracking with tension, her blonde companion replies, ‘They might both be tasting something other than bitch juice before the end of the fight.’ The older member concurs, adding, ‘I hope neither of you is squeamish, I think this fight is going to be extreme. When two fit horny bitches fight for cock, expect ultra-aggression, no mercy and no quarter.’
PART THREE: FIGHTING BITCHES
The pre-fight rituals are now over, and a deep sounding gong is struck, and the excited chatter dies; below Alexis, mistress of ceremonies, raises her hands as the two rivals crawl a half turn to face each other. Kacie and Hollie start to coil ready for the next phase of their confrontation. They cannot contain their aggressive impulses any longer, two bitches on heat and in hate.
Kacie snarls at Hollie, ‘I could finish you completely but I want you to see me getting my reward. They’re filming this, and I’m gonna make you watch it on loop all weekend, while I fuck Reece senseless.’ Hollie growls back, ‘Well, I’m going to milk Reece dry, then I’m going to open myself up and let you watch it drip out of me! If you’re good I might even let you lick some up.’
The whole audience is hushed as the two aroused women spew trash talk at each other. Then Kacie growls back at Hollie, ‘I might do the same for you, if you are even around to watch my victory rut…’ With that, Kacie reaches up and started to unbuckle the collar that protects her throat. Immediately Hollie loosens and removes her own. Each woman tosses her collar to the side of the fighting area as the audience erupts in excited applause. Everyone knew what the discarding of the collars might portend.
Alexis cracks her whip on the floor to bring the fighters to order. She intones clearly, ‘You know what it means, to enter the kennel? Tell me.’ Together, the two women repeat the club’s kennel mantra, ‘To claw and to bite. To rip and to tear. To fight to a finish! No mercy, no quarter, only the top bitch will rut!’ Alexis takes over again, declaiming loudly, ‘The winning bitch will be the breeding bitch! The victory rut will take place in the combat arena. Are you both ready?’
In unison Hollie and Kacie both growl ‘Yes!’
Above, the hush of the spectators is replaced by cheers, as the two rivals snarl and start to prowl in a circle. Eyes wide with excitement, again Alexis brings down her riding crop on the floor, as she commands, ‘Dog fight bitches, FIGHT!’
As she prepares to engage, Kacie thinks to herself about the first time she met Hollie, how she knew that she was a slag intent on catching every cock she could, especially if she could take it from another woman. Facing Hollie now with her scent in her nostrils just makes Kacie determined to mount and dominate her, and most of all to take Reece while Hollie watches.
Facing her Hollie thinks, I knew one day I would have to fight her, fight her for the right to breed! I am naked now, on all fours, exactly as I have rehearsed in my dreams so many times. I see her teeth bared in a half snarl, and I realise that I too am showing my fangs to show her that I accept the challenge to fight to a finish. I promised myself that I would take Reece from her, and I always get what I want.
Fight Time
With a unanimous growl the two women rear up and launch themselves at each other; their hard-nippled breasts crashed together as they rear up to engage with each other. Both have learnt during their training that the key lesson when fighting with your legs hobbled is not to get thrown on your back. As Rosemarie, was fond of saying to Kacie, ‘A bitch on her back is always the underdog.’ They tussle in midair, shaking each other, each trying to throw her rival. Ultimately, they are locked in a tight clinch on their knees, and prematurely try to bring their teeth into play.
They each feel the other’s body heat and hot breath, Hollie senses Kacie’s teeth graze her shoulder and lowers her head until her teeth too meat flesh. Both women feel front teeth and incisors on their shoulders though neither breaks the skin, so when they separate, angry marks show they made real contact. Each women’s sex drive has been converted into sheer aggression and determination to hurt the other.
Kacie resists the urge to go for Hollie’s is exposed breasts, knowing that she risks letting her get on top. She feints and twists around so that the two women are now side by side, hip to hip. They push hard against each other each trying to unbalance and roll the other over. Kacie tries to bring her teeth into play on Hollie’s shoulder. The sheer exertion throws each woman’s musculature into sharp relief, the effort of combat and the warmth of the kennel means they both start to redden, and a damp sheen of sweat coats them both.
Still side by side, the two can feel each other’s breath, until suddenly the scent of both bitches mingles. Here are their thoughts:
Hollie: We are side to side I can feel your hot bitch breath as your bite at my neck. You have one limb over my shoulders and may be trying to roll me on my back. I pivot to my right, the two of us turning bitch-on-bitch. Your right shoulder is already too high for me to fasten onto, so I slip my head down, quickly biting at your pert right breast. I miss but bring my teeth to bear on the meat between the top of your breasts and your shoulder. I shake my head and pull back, trying to rip your tit and score first blood.
Kacie: I yelp as your teeth lock onto my chest, but I know that was not your target. You hang on, shaking your head and trying to open it, so growling I lower my head biting into the top of your left shoulder. I push into you, trying to force you onto your side. This is now all out bitch-on-bitch warfare and I am both oblivious to anything other than our fight to a finish.
Hollie: the sharp pain of your teeth sinking into my shoulder forces me to release my bite on your breast. Gasping I then raise my head, quickly butting my face into yours, pure animal aggression, but there are no rules in this fight. Then, I drag my left claw across your face but you manage to push me over onto my right side, my face is now against the black leather padding of the fighting kennel.
Kacie: as you go down, I lose my purchase on your shoulder. Your attempt to scratch my face makes me glad that they did not fit us with the steel claws I have seen them use in the Asian club. You may be face down, but I need you to be face up to really hurt you. I pull you up by your hair until our snarling faces are level, for a second time we sink our teeth into each other’s shoulders.
Hollie: despite the pain we both know from our training that we need to sink our teeth into softer flesh to really make a difference. As we snarl and snap at each other we are always trying to get the other on her back or side. At last, the tussling bears fruit, and we tumble over together sideways onto the black padding.
Kacie: we are both madly scrambling to take advantage and I manage to straddle your left side, my moist pussy pressing to your hip bone. Wanting to pay you back for your earlier attack, I lean down and bite into your left breast, clamping my teeth around your nipple and trying to rip it away. As you struggle against me, I rub my mound against your hip, asserting my sexual dominance, smearing my juice on you even as I try to maim you.
Reece is nearly delirious watching the naked aggression play out before him. No male dog ever had such a strong sexual drive…the aggression of the two bitches brawling for his thrust makes his cock stream pre-come so that his rearing shaft is slick with man juice. Instinctively, his right-hand closes around his shaft as he starts to stroke slowly. Alexis, fully engaged by the brawl has one eye on the stud dog, and without diverting her gaze from the fighting fury in front of her, authoritatively touches his hand with her whip.
Hollie: I can feel heat and moistness of your pussy pressing on my hip as you lean in closer, I assume you are going for my throat. To protect myself, I tuck my chin down trying to shield my neck but feel your teeth engage on my breast near the nipple. The pain is intense, but I badly wanted this with you, going at it bitch-on-bitch to a finish! Ignoring the pain, I roll you over onto your right at the expense of you stripping the tip of my nipple off.
Kacie: one moment I believe I am about to open your breast, the next we have rolled onto my right side. I now feel your mound on my thigh, I can’t help but think how badly I wanted to rip you open when I was kneeling behind you, your slut pussy dilated by the head of my man’s cock. I curse the fact that we are inhibited by these hobbles, and I wish they had offered us the steel claws I saw in the video. I’d mark you so every time you looked in the mirror you’d be reminded of the time you tried to take my stallion. I feel the pain on my shoulder again, we were told it was hard to break flesh there but we both seem to be enjoying trying.
Hollie: I am chewing into your shoulder when you grab my hair and push and pull me to your left. I am thrown onto my right side as you roll to your left. Both of us struggle to rise. I lunge forward snapping at your neck. I miss and push back up on all fours, coming after you at once, not wanting to give you a second to recover. As you rise, I lock my teeth into your left shoulder, trying to force you over again. We tumble to our sides, and you quickly snap at my neck. I scoot back a foot and rise to all fours, but you are coming at me again. Before I can dodge your teeth are tearing into my shoulder. In response, I snarl and bite into your shoulder, rising onto my knees we jostle as we fight for position. I sense that above us the other members of the club watch the deadly fight raging in front of them. Off to the side the stud dog waits, his cock rock hard, waiting to mate with the winning bitch, I catch his scent.
Kacie: We wrestle upright on our hindlegs, my bare breasts locked against yours as we tussle. You are biting my shoulder and I am biting yours, but I am the more experienced and disciplined bitch. I push against you as you fall backwards, bringing me on top of you. I can feel you squirm under me as I release your shoulder and strike for your neck. As we battle, our naked sweaty bodies grind together, breast to breast, belly to belly and mound to mound.
In the box at the side of the kennel the blonde and brunette spectators’ fingers are busy as they drink in the dramatic violence. The brunette gasps, ‘Oh fuck, I’m going to come again – is there anything sexier than watching a dog fight to a finish?’ The older member seated behind them replies, ‘Yes, taking part in one.’ With that she bears a scar on her shoulder.’ The brunette comes hard while her blonde companion cries out, ‘Go on Kacie! Down the red bitch for me!’
The older member whispers in her ear as she stops coming, ‘She won’t finish her, she’ll want to humiliate her and make her watch the victory fuck. It’s what I’d do.’ All around women are screaming for a kill, ‘Do it to her! Finish the slut! Show her who’s best!’
Hollie: I am now on my back with you on top of me, tit-to-tit and cunt-to-cunt, the leg hobble makes I hard to use my legs to throw you. I buck my hips and start to rock side to side, trying to throw you off. I can feel you biting for the side of my neck, I know you seeking the soft flesh of my throat. I bend my head to my shoulder trying to make it hard for you to get a grip. I buck and twist under you, trying to roll you off. My hands come up and push at your face, clawing at your cheeks.
The dog stud is looking at Alexis to see if she thinks its ending…she’s seen it before so often. Her hand is toying with her slit, betraying her own arousal; she picks up the pace as she works herself. She wants to time her orgasm for the kill. She looks at the stud dog who is now stroking himself fast. She has let her attention wander, and angry with herself, she strikes his hand with her riding crop fearful that he might shoot his load outside the breeding bitch. Leaning down she hisses at him, ‘not now you’ll be unloading in the winner and making her victory worthwhile.’
Kacie: With the fighting hobbles on, you can’t use your legs to bridge up. I spread my weight on top of you, my breasts pushing yours down, my wet pussy thrusting and rubbing into yours as I try to reach your throat. I grip your wrist with my right hand and force your hand away as you try to claw at me with your right but I ignore that for now. I use my left hand to push your chin up then I shift my head over bring my teeth into contact with the front of your throat. I can feel your entire body stiffen you realise what is about to happen. above in the crowd I hear the chant off some of the more experienced members start, urging me to finish you.
Hollie: I realise that I cannot unseat you, meanwhile I keep clawing at your face with one hand as you push my chin back. I feel the fullness of your erect nipples rake across mine. Even in what I now know could be a terminal situation, I am aroused beyond measure; I wanted this fight as much as you did and I know you would feel the same were you in my position. As you shift above me, your stiff clitoris drags across mine and for the second time this evening sinks itself into my vaginal hood. I feel my own swell with pleasure even as I feel your teeth start to tear into my throat.
Kacie: this is what it is all about! Bitch on bitch down in the kennel. My hot sweat-sheened, body arches full length on yours. I have one hand pinned and now use my left hand to hold down your right. My teeth are working deeper and deeper into your bitch throat, I can hear you growl in resistance as your pussy brims.
The audience is waiting for the red gush and part of me wants to hear the cheers as I tear through your throat. The thrill of knowing that not only you and I are coming, but that so many in the audience will be sharing that intimate sensation. As I dominate you, astride your struggling body, snarling and growling as you convulse as I continue to spend emitting a strangled cry of violent lust. I can hear the cries of exultation from the audience, I am the victorious alpha bitch, astride my beaten barely conscious bitch rival.
‘Finishing you here and now is too good for you, bitch! I want you to see me take the prize!’ So saying, Kacie reverses herself so that she is kneeling above Hollie’s head, her knees pinning the redhead’s shoulders. Kacie looking down she sees her rival’s clitoris, still erect from the thrill of battle slowly retract into its hood in acknowledgement of her defeat. L
Looking up Hollie can see the stud dog being led to take up position behind the victorious blonde. Kacie’s victory fuels her sexual arousal to new heights; her clitoris extends and swells as juices seep down its length to glisten on the tip as she raises her delectable backside to receive the stud dog. Hollie watches the clear tear of juice form on the spike of her rival’s sex and, despite herself, reaches for her own.
Alexis slips the stud dog’s lead; this was the perfect time and place for the rut to take place, her defeated rival still conscious. In the audience, as the big screens show close ups of the scene, the auditorium is mixed with the sound of an audience where some applaud, and others work themselves to climax as they imagine themselves in Kacie’s place!
Instinctively, as Kacie hears the padding of her prize behind, and feels him start to mount her, she raises her muzzle and roars her triumph. She feels the bloated head of his cock pushing hard against her labia, then sliding into her up to the hilt. Her excitement increases as she knows that her rival is watching every thrust of the long shaft as it rams in and out of her. Wild with lust the stud dog ruts with frenzied urgency, and as the first thick coils of hot come surge against her cervix, Kacie gives full throat to her ecstasy as she snarls in lust, as she becomes the top bitch, the breeding bitch.
The defeated Hollie watches enviously as the bulb of the stud dog’s cock convulses and jerks as he shoots rope after rope into the victrix. Hollie, even in her battered state is still aroused from the fight enough to work herself. As she abandons herself to her lust, Kacie instinctively spits on her rival’s slit, demonstrating her total ownership of the situation.
Reece is still coming hard, his heavy balls slap against her as he almost empties himself deep inside her. Liquid sounds increase in volume as the hot jets continue to spurt from him, he is delirious with lust as he continues to pump vigorously. The audience, as well as Kacie is loving his lusty performance. Many fingers are busy in slits as viewers identify with the platinum blonde and imagine themselves in her place.
Hollie is furious at her loss and her position as underdog, she can’t help but look at her rival’s vivid gash as the long shaft pistons in and out. Pinned down by the blonde’s knees on her shoulders, she looks up suddenly overcome by a desire to use her teeth to rip Kacie’s fully distended clit from its hood. These thoughts are disturbed by, at first, a dribble of thick come, then a cascade from the fully stretched maw that spatters the redhead’s face as Kacie, riding her orgasm roars, ‘Eat it bitch, taste my juice in his cream!’
The applause and cries of aroused women from the audience confirm again that Kacie is the top bitch!
The End