Rival Bitch 3 by Rough Catfights
Tara was a 22 year old goddess, and she was living the good life. Paradise was a hedonistic beach club in Malibu where the wealthy beautiful people went to play. This was Tara’s hangout and she was one of the hottest women there. She had already established quite a reputation since she came there last year, and she was more than just another pretty face. The sexy, uninhibited women at Paradise had always indulged themselves in catfights to establish dominance. Through the years gorgeous bodies had been beaten and punished….much blood had been spilt.
A year ago, Alana was the undefeated queen of Paradise, and she had been for quite some time. But then, nothing lasts forever. Alana was fast approaching 30 and she knew she couldn’t do this shit forever. When Tara showed up at the beach club, it was as though Alana was looking at a younger version of herself. A stunningly sexy blonde full of youthful confidence. Alana just knew that she was going to be facing this wild young thing. She felt it. Both women secretly craved it.
It wasn’t long before they were going after Travis, the strikingly handsome fitness instructor at Paradise. This was more than enough to light the fuse and jump start their vicious feud. Soon the two females were at war. They tore into one another and fought as only two women can, with every part of their bodies and souls. After two breathtaking catfights it was Tara who came out on top in the end. Alana was defeated and she soon left Paradise. Tara was a fighter, and she had proven herself against the more experienced Alana. Tara had shown that not only was she a fighter, she was a winner as well. She had earned the top spot at Paradise. She was alpha bitch, and everyone knew it.
It had been just over six months since Tara had defeated Alana. The first few months a half dozen women challenged Tara but were soundly defeated. Travis was now her man exclusively. He loved watching his girl fight. Since he was a fitness instructor at the club, he found himself in a unique position to help set up some of Tara’s fights. Tara improved with every catfight and, after scoring those early victories early on in her reign, her confidence level was now at an all time high. In the last several months, she had not seen nearly as many fights. Tara and Travis were spending a lot of time together and partying more. They hardly slept at all on the weekends, engaging in a slew of wild parties fueled by alcohol and drugs. A lot more cocaine and ecstasy was now flowing into Paradise.
If everything was a hazy blur around that time one thing was crystal clear…the arrival of Daniela like a hot, wild force of nature. It was very much like when Tara arrived a year prior. Young Daniela was 23, just slightly older than Tara. She was a spoiled little rich girl from Venezuela with silky smooth tan skin, dark brown hair, pouty lips and fierce seductive eyes. She had a lithe athletic body and turned heads wherever she went. Daniela had just recently done some modeling in Cabo San Lucas. That’s where she met Miguel, who was now her constant companion and lover. It was a hot, passionate relationship.
The fiery Venezuelan had left the broken bodies of other girls in her wake at several clubs throughout the globe. Her vicious reputation preceded her. She was a truly cruel fighter who loved to hurt other hot girls. The catfights at Paradise were quite well known. It was the reason why Daniela and Miguel had come there. The thrilling competition and the breathtaking females who fought there. She had hoped to take out the legendary Alana, but just missed fighting her.
Tara and Daniela almost immediately became keenly aware of one another. The first time they saw each other was at the large Paradise pool as summer was winding down. One must understand that the club pool was a world unto itself. It was where the sexy, gorgeous club dwellers went to strut and pose….to show off their hot bodies for each other. A place to see and be seen. Tara was there with her very good friend Cassandra…a lovely 24 year old brunette with a fit little body much like Tara’s. Cassandra had also indulged in catfights there at Paradise. She was a good fighter, mean and spirited when she had to be. But Tara and Cassandra had vowed never to fight one another. They were too close for that, at least for now. At Paradise, good friends could become bitter enemies at a moment’s notice.
When Daniela strolled out to the pool and stretched out she immediately garnered the attention of everyone there, especially Tara and Cassandra. Daniela strategically sat on one side of the long narrow pool, with Tara and her friend directly across from them on the other side.
“There’s that little cunt from Venezuela…” Cassandra leaned in and told Tara.
“I know. Her name’s Daniela,” Tara said as she smiled wryly. “Look at her. Bitch really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she?”
“She’s had two fights here.”
“Three…so far. She’s undefeated.” Tara corrected her friend. “She beat the shit out of Tyra Stevens two nights ago…”
“Tyra, that little 20 year old swimsuit model from Florida?” Cassandra asked.
“Yeah…little swimsuit model that thought she could fight. Bitch got fucked up. Doubt she will do any more modeling,” Tara said coldly.
“She was a sweet girl,” Cassandra lamented. “This Daniela is a vicious fighter. She really gets off on dishing out pain.”
“Yeah, well you have to be.” Tara stated. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Daniela’s sweaty tan body.
Tara and Daniela locked eyes just then for the first time. There was instant disdain. Hate at first sight. Both anticipated a worthy opponent. Tara just knew that this would be her first real challenge since she fought Alana.
Cassandra suddenly seemed nervous. “Tara…I’d might as well tell you…I’m fighting Daniela tomorrow night. I think she wants to go through me to get to you.”
“Yeah, makes sense.” Tara looked her friend in the eye. “Good luck, baby.” Tara suspected she would need more than luck.
The next night around midnight, Tara and Travis had just finished having sex. Tara thought about Cassandra’s fight and messaged her friend. No response. Cassandra always messaged back. Suddenly, the couple heard sirens drawing closer. Tara had a bad feeling…a gnawing in the pit of her stomach.
She looked at Travis with a solemn look on her face. “Cassandra,” she said softly. Travis understood. Sure enough, Cassandra had not only been beaten by Daniela, she had been sent to the hospital. Poor bitch wasn’t ready for that little wildcat. Travis had his doubts for the first time but didn’t say anything to Tara.
Two days later Tara and Travis were working out in the club gym by themselves. Travis was doing cardio on the treadmill. Tara was doing bench presses…wearing skintight grey and white activewear, hair pulled back in a cute ponytail. Suddenly, Daniela came striding in wearing similar black workout attire, her tousled hair down.
Daniela spotted Tara. She pranced over and stood above her, leering down with an icy stare. Tara glared back, her tan physique glistening with sweat from her workout. She kept pumping the weights up and down with a slow, steady rhythm. Her toned arms tensed and flexed.
“I kicked your little girlfriend’s ass the other night. Sent that bitch to the ER,” Daniela stated with a hateful sneer.
“That supposed to impress me?” Tara scoffed as she continued her workout.
“I really don’t give a shit. That’s the fourth girls I’ve beaten here at the club. So far, Paradise hasn’t lived up to its reputation. These sorry ass cunts here are fucking losers.” Daniela seemed full of spiteful venom.
Tara extended the weights upwards and then lowered them down towards her. Daniela suddenly placed her foot on the bar, pressing it into Tara’s chest…
“When do I get my shot at you, princess?” Daniela demanded.
Tara’s eyes bulged as she gasped sharply…. “Bitch!”
Travis rushed over and pulled Daniela away. He then lifted the weights from Tara. He glared at Daniela. “What the hell are you doing?” Daniela only grinned and crossed her arms. Travis then turned his attention to Tara. “You okay?”
Tara didn’t reply but bolted upright and charged at the Venezuelan girl. Grabbing her long hair, Tara gave a hearty yank then soundly slapped her face…
“How about NOW, bitch..” Tara exclaimed.
The girls clashed for a moment before Travis stepped in to separate them. “Hold it…hold it. This isn’t the time or place..” he grabbed his girlfriend by the arm and stood in between them.
“No! I want her now…” Tara snarled.
Daniela flashed a wicked little smile. She had gotten under Tara’s skin just like she wanted. “Come on Tara, let’s see if you’re woman enough.”
Travis pulled Tara away. “Come on…not here…not here…” It was hard to hold into Tara’s sweaty little body.
“I’m more than woman enough, you stupid cunt.” Tara slipped from her boyfriend’s grip and began charging at Daniela again.
Travis intercepted as Daniela laughed. “Good thing your guy is here to protect you, angel.”
She was just adding fuel to the fire and Travis knew it. “Just leave, okay? Please just go,” he exclaimed.
Daniela slowly walked away…laughing. “You two are so fucking cute.”
Tara rubbed her chest which was already turning red. “That bitch. I’ll kill her. I swear, I’ll fucking kill her..”
“Just calm down. You know she was just trying to get under your skin,” Travis calmly stated. “God, I can’t wait to watch you kick her ass. But, it’s got to be the right time…the right place. You know that.”
Tara looked at Travis, her pretty blue eyes glimmering with rage. “Talk to that guy of hers…Miguel. Set it up. Set it up for me. My place, this Friday night.”
Travis smiled as he thought about the two gorgeous young women fighting. “I’ll do it,” he said with a reassuring nod. Of course he would.
The next night, Travis met Miguel at the club’s main bar. They shook hands and sat, ordering two drinks before getting down to the business at hand.
“Our women gotta meet to settle things,” Miguel said as he took a sip of his whiskey.
“Tara has graciously extended an invitation to you and Daniela. Friday at 12 midnight…her place. Daniela should come prepared for the fight of her life.”
Miguel smiled slightly. “Tell the little bitch we gladly accept her offer.”
“No rules at Paradise, and there must be a winner,” Travis stated.
The men finished their drinks, shook hands and parted ways. All business. But, behind it all were two men ecstatic over being able to watch their gorgeous girlfriends fight one another.
Thursday night at 10 pm
Tara was relaxing in her stylish, sumptuous beach house. The house had been there a while, and Tara had made it her own. Simple with a causal charm. She decided to unwind in the jacuzzi and walked into the next room. There in the dimness, she could just make out a silhouette. She softly gasped. Tara flipped on the light to see the back of a blonde haired woman sitting in her jacuzzi about six feet away.
“What the fuck?” Tara said aloud.
The woman slowly rose from the bubbling jacuzzi and turned to face Tara. “Hello, Tara. How you been?” It was Alana fucking Worthington standing there naked, water shimmering on her incredible body.
Tara reached down and touched her soft pussy. She was naked, too. Tara stared at Alana….still gorgeous, still fucking perfect in every way. Alana walked closer….
“Tell me something sweetie. How do you like being on top? Is it everything you had hoped it would be?” Alana said with cool disdain as she slowly approached Tara and touched her cheek. “There’s always someone waiting to take you on….to take you out.” Alana smiled broadly. She suddenly slapped Tara hard across the face. “You little BITCH. You’re still just a piece of trash, aren’t you? No class!”
Tara leapt at Alana and the women struggled. Tara had forgotten how sweet Alana smelled, how strong and sure her body was. “I beat you. I’m better than you…” Tara cried.
“Oh sweetheart, you were NEVER better than me.” Alana pulled Tara closer and whispered in her ear….“I’ll always be in your head…”
Tara awoke in a cold sweat. Christ…a dream. A fucking dream. That cunt Alana still had a way of getting to her. She called Travis. “Hey, baby. Mmm…yeah. You know what I need. See you in ten minutes.”
After a wild night of sex and drugs, Tara slept most of the day away on Friday. She must have been out at least ten hours. When she awoke, she was famished. Travis fixed them both something to eat. High protein….she needed a lot of raw energy. Being a fitness instructor, Travis was also somewhat of a nutritionist. They dined out on Tara’s patio that evening. Grilled chicken, kale and avocado salad. It was surprisingly cool out that evening with a brisk breeze off the ocean.
They soon made their way back inside and into the jacuzzi. Tara needed some coke. She loved how it made her feel before a fight. Confident, impulsive…invincible. They drank a little wine and did some nose candy. The couple kissed and made out in the warm jacuzzi. Tara whispered in her lover’s ear, telling him what she was going to do to Daniela. It made him hard as a rock. He wanted her right then and there….
“Not yet, baby. You know the rules. We celebrate after the fight.”
Soon it was time. At 11:55, the doorbell rang. Travis opened the door. Miguel and Daniela came boldly striding into the foyer like they owned the place. They had both been doing some blow as well. Daniela seemed full of energy, like she was ready to jump out of her skin. The women instantly locked eyes and instinctively began moving closer to one another there by the front door. Their men stepped in between them.
“Where we doing this?” Miguel asked.
“This way,” said Travis as the four of them crossed the foyer and went into the spacious living room. There wasn’t a lot of furniture to clutter it up, and there was a huge oriental rug in the center. The lights were low. Tara had fought several of her opponents in that very room. Easy fights…the girls decisively beaten. She knew that Daniela would be different. This was going to be the fight she had been longing for since she defeated Alana.
The two men sat on a large plush sofa as Tara and Daniela stood at the far ends of the rug hatefully eyeing one another. Tara wore a dark blue satin robe. She removed it and let it drop to the floor revealing a light blue bikini and a sexy tan body. Daniela was sporting a simple white clothe robe, shorter than Tara’s. She carefully removed it and flung it onto an armchair. Her brown body, just slightly darker than Tara’s, was accentuated by a black bikini. Daniela wore a necklace with a small crucifix. She gently rubbed the cross, a little ritual that always seemed to bring her luck.
Daniela’s gaze quickly darted to her lover. “Miguel, who does this girl look like?” she asked him with a sexy grin.
“I don’t know…who?”
“She looks like fucking Malibu Barbie,” Daniela scoffed. “You’re going down hard tonight, bitch.”
“Fuck you, cunt. You ain’t gonna do shit.” Tara sharply responded to her challenger.
There was a palpable tension in the room as the girls began to move closer. They were the same size, both just under 5’5”, no more than 110 pounds. A perfect match. They seemed made to fight one another. Both so young, so hot…so full of feral hatred. Travis and Miguel were already rock hard in anticipation.
The trash talk continued..a gradual buildup to the inevitable war…
“I know I can kick your ass, baby,” Dani said defiantly. Both girls began to stretch their lithe muscles.
“In your dreams,” Tara replied with a cold smirk.
Their eyes met again, their shoulders stiffened…
“You don’t want any of this tonight, Barbie girl…”
The girls moved in closer. Tara tossed back her hair. “I want all of it.”
The young ladies lunged and locked up…arms entwined in a brief test of strength. They struggled a few moments, feeling one another out. They broke away suddenly and circled round one another in the center of the large rug. Then, with determined looks on their faces, they locked up again as their boyfriends silently watched.
The girls clashed….staggering briefly before Daniela applied a side headlock on Tara. “Bitch..” she whispered as she quickly tightened the hold.
Tara grasped a handful of her rival’s sable colored hair and swiftly pulled her down to the floor. The fiery combatants wrestled vehemently on the rug…back and forth they writhed and tangled as their tan little bodies became one.
Daniela grabbed Tara’s honey blonde hair and scissored her waist. Squeezing hard…she gave Tara’s golden mane a vigorous tug…
“Come on, cunt…” she taunted the blonde.
Tara grunted and strained as she tried to break free, but Daniela held her tightly. Still yanking her hair with one hand, she slapped Tara hard across the mouth. She battered her opponent in the face again causing Tara’s eyes to glimmer with tears…
“You’re going down, Barbie..” Daniela whispered in Tara’s ear.
Tara suddenly surged. She rolled on top of Daniela and, clutching a handful of the South American beauty’s hair, punched her hard across the cheekbone and then her nose. Daniela howled and cursed as the girls separated and scurried to their feet. No..this wasn’t going to be as easy as Daniela thought. Fucking Barbie could fight, just like she had been told. But, she still knew she could beat this girl.
The girls flung back their hair and cautiously drew closer again. Daniela sniffed and wiped some blood from her nose. Tara smiled when she saw the slight trace of crimson. Daniela leapt at Tara and the girls tussled, their faces almost touching. Daniela executed a reverse headlock, stepped in and twisted the two of them back down to the floor. Daniela was a very skilled wrestler and was proving it early on.
The girls rolled and Daniela gained the dominant position on top. She forced her forearm across Tara’s throat then choked her. Daniela’s eyes gleamed, fierce with rage…
“I’ll destroy you,” she cried as she squeezed Tara’s neck.
Tara gasped for air. She desperately seized Dani’s hair again with one hand and scratched her face with the other causing Daniela to release her choke. Rolling back on top, Tara scissored her opponents’s ribs. She began to smother Dani, pressing both palms of her hands onto her mouth. Daniela clawed along Tara’s jawline with her nails, cutting into her soft skin. The young women rushed to their knees, about two feet apart. Tara felt something wet on her cheek. She wiped her face and looked down at the blood on her fingers.
“Yeah, we both gonna bleed, princess. We both gonna bleed tonight..” Dani said with a devilish grin and a wild look in her eyes as she wiped her bloody nose again.
Back to their feet…Tara stepped forward and slapped Daniela hard across the cheek….
“Oh, you wanna slap fight, huh?” Dani said as she charged forward and smashed Tara in the mouth. “You wanna slap fight, you blonde bitch?”
Back and forth the sexy girls hit one another, till their faces were flushed and fiery red. Moving off of the oriental rug, Daniela backed Tara into a wall and clasped her face…
“Yeah, pretty girl…pretty little princess….” she cried mockingly.
Daniela then drove a clenched right fist into Tara’s toned stomach. Another blow with her left and Tara slumped in front of Dani. She seized Tara by the hair and rammed the back of her head into the wall. “Look at me, pretty girl. Yesss….look at me.” Daniela held Tara’s face in front of her then savagely smacked the blonde causing her to crumple to the floor.
Daniela looked over at Miguel. He smiled and nodded his head approvingly.
“Come on, Tara,” Travis cried, trying to bolster his girl.
Tara tried to shake the cobwebs from her head as her adversary slowly reached down and pulled her by the hair, leading her away from the wall like a dog on a leash. Dani laughed wickedly, looking down at Tara crawling on her hands and knees. They were soon fully back on the rug, Daniela standing over Tara…
“It all ends tonight, you stupid fucking bitch…” Daniela declared. “I’ll make you beg for fucking mercy.”
Suddenly, Tara shot upright and drove a hard fist into her opponent’s tight belly. Miguel knew that his lover had become too causal, wasting precious moments when she should have immediately followed up on her punishment. Another blow to Dani’s tender pelvis caused her to shriek and fall swiftly to the floor. The sable haired beauty quickly rose to her hands and knees only to be met with a brutal knee to the face. Dani’s mouth spurted blood as she careened back onto the rug.
Miguel shook his head. Yes, his girl should have known better. As pretty as Tara was, she was no pushover. He knew that Daniela wouldn’t make that mistake again, that is if she could regain the advantage.
“Goddammit….mother fucking cunt…” Dani cursed angrily.
Tara kicked Dani in the ribs as she tried to get up…
“Bitch…fucking bitch…” the fiery brunette raged.
Tara smiled and glanced at Travis for a moment. He was rock hard and, like always, so proud of his sexy fighting girl. The sight of Daniela’s bleeding face excited Tara as she closed in. Grabbing the girl and pulling her to her knees, Tara clenched her hands around the brunette’s tan throat and began choking her.
Both men leaned forward, their eyes wide with awe and fascination…“Your little bitch can fight. But, this shit ain’t over yet,” Miguel said calmly.
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Daniela sent her fist into Tara’s ovaries, a low blow that sent the cute blonde reeling backwards in sudden agony. She slumped and rubbed her lower pelvis which throbbed with pain throughout her womanhood. Groaning, she fell to one knee.
Daniela came up behind Tara as she tried to rise. Dani clawed her face, forcing her back down. The Venezuelan fighter tore at Tara until blood streamed down her face and onto her ample tits…
“Aarrgghhh…fuck….” Tara’s face was burning with pain.
“Yeah, Barbie. Fucking bleed…” Dani exclaimed with devious delight. She clasped Tara’s hair and ripped her flesh more with her sharp nails before pulling her head back and driving an elbow into Tara’s face. She laughed as she flung Tara to the floor.
“Yes, baby! Stay on her. Finish that little bitch,” Miguel cried.
Travis was worried. “Let’s go, Tara,” he yelled, trying to mask his concern.
Dani followed up with a vicious kick to Tara’s ribcage, then another to her golden tits. Tara twisted and thrashed on the floor as her rival stood over her.
“What now, Barbie? What now?” Dani taunted Tara as Miguel clapped his hands excitedly.
Both girls were bleeding, but Daniela had the clear advantage at the moment. Tara would have to do something or this fight was over. Dani stayed on her opponent. She dropped a knee down across Tara’s throat and choked her as she grasped her wrists and held her down firmly…
“Fucking die…skank..” Dani hissed.
Tara suddenly squirmed and rolled, managing to free herself. She started to crawl away, surely to regroup for a moment. Daniela was relentless. Stalking her quickly, she kicked Tara in the solar plexus, just above her stomach before she could get to her feet. Then a knee to the chest and sternum. Again Tara fell to the floor clutching her aching body.
Dani licked her bloodied lips. “Piece of shit.” She reached down and raked at her opponent’s face again then jerked her up by her dark blonde hair. “Get up, pretty girl..”
As Tara stood, she suddenly sent a forearm uppercut into Daniela’s chin, enough to stun her and drive her back. Then a hook to the ribs sent her down to her knees.
Daniela was every bit as brazen as Tara, and she was proving it. This was anyone’s fight. Both females were amazingly resilient, both had to win…full of raw youthful energy. The two beauties were beating the hell out of each other. Both wanted to inflict as much pain and punishment as possible, seeing how much they could dish out and how much they could endure. They would not stop until there was a clear winner…that much was a certainty.
Tara’s legs were quivering. She went up to Dani who was still on her knees…head down, rubbing her sore ribs. Tara pulled her up by the hair. She struck the dark haired doll across the face several times. Dani pushed Tara away then drove a knee into her stomach. She grasped Tara’s hair but was hammered by a solid fist to her tight little midsection.
The women paused again for a moment or two, glaring balefully at one another…bodies shiny with sweat, streaked with blood. They stood at the edge of the oriental rug at the far end of the living room.
They paced…slowly back and forth like two alleycats….
“Bitch,” Daniela snarled.
“Dirty cunt,” Tara replied.
The hot Latina suddenly rushed at her golden haired opponent. The girls staggered out of the living room and into the narrow hallway. Their men rose from the plush sofa, following their fierce fighting girls. The men would not interfere and these ladies would fight wherever the hell they wanted to.
The girls slammed into the hallway walls, from one side to the other. They tumbled into a nearby bedroom and fell to the floor as Travis and Miguel quickly and quietly came in behind them. Tara coiled her strong sleek legs around Daniela and seized her tresses. She tore off Daniela’s black top and began clawing her shapely brown tits.
“Aarrgghhh…mother fuck…” Daniela shrieked.
But two could play that malicious little game. Dani sank her own nails into Tara’s tan breasts. Soon her bikini top was also removed as the hate-filled girls continued to target their gorgeous breasts. They got to their feet again, still clawing and squeezing…pulling at hard little nipples. Their eyes locked…only inches apart. They howled and cursed as they mauled tender breasts. Deep claw marks were soon seeping blood as they went at it like women possessed. No inhibitions…no mercy. Truly out to hurt and maim one another.
Daniela backed Tara into a nearby wall and bit the blonde’s neck. Deeper and deeper she sank her teeth as she tried to break the skin. She felt Tara’s pulse on her lips. Tara ripped at her rival’s hair and raked her face. Dani screamed and fell back as Tara struck her hard across the mouth. Dani wiped bloody saliva from her lips and lunged at Tara, again biting her neck like an animal. Tara gouged at Daniela’s eyes and pried herself free. Tara now slumped against the wall, rubbing her poor breasts then checking her neck to see if she was bleeding there as well. She pulled her hand away and looked at the palm to see it smeared ruby red.
Daniela attacked again, this time sinking her teeth into one of Tara’s breasts. Tara clasped Dani’s face, digging her nails in deeply. Pulling her rival’s head back, Tara bit into Daniela’s throat. She felt the skin break and tasted Daniela’s warm blood on her tongue. The hot Latina let out a deep guttural gasp and Tara’s pussy throbbed with passion.
Travis smiled. He loved the way the fighting was becoming more violent. Their rich, brown flesh…their matching physiques fighting so furiously….like they wanted to kill each other.
“We don’t stop them. No matter what they do..” Travis stated, his eyes aglow.
Miguel nodded slowly. “There must be a winner.” Miguel’s brow glowed with sweat. He had never been so aroused by one of Daniela’s fights.
The girls were too caught up in this battle and in one another to care about their men. The hot women continued to ravage one another as they cursed and bled…
“Stupid cunt…”
“Fucking bitch…”
They went after their golden tits again as they sank to their knees, screaming in pain. They paused once more…breathing heavily..
“Barbie girl…fucking Barbie bitch…” Dani groaned, with a sneer on her bloodied face. “You know I’m gonna win…”
“Never….never…” Tara defied her.
They wearily struggled to their feet…glimmering eyes bleary with agony and fatigue. Their innate hatred keeping them going. Tara’s neck muscles tightened as the two anticipated their next move.
Dani gripped Tara’s face…smothering her and forcing her back against the wall. She then began choking the blonde…her fingers slipping from Tara’s mouth down to her throat. Their faces touching, their fighting so exquisitely personal. Tara dug her fingernails into Dani’s forehead, cutting her just above her eyes. Blood soon ran down her face.
The women swayed and stumbled away from the wall and onto the unmade bed a few feet away, still struggling frantically. The cool white sheets were soon stained with streaks and smudges of their scarlet blood. The pace slowed as they fought in bed, their gorgeous mocha bodies glimmering in the dimly lit room. They growled and cried as they bled on one another…bodies coiled together.
Clawing faces and choking one another, they rolled and tumbled to the floor with a crash. Daniela smothered Tara with her hands while twisting her neck…
“You’re fucking dead….I swear to God…” the brunette whispered as she applied more pressure.
Travis looked on as Daniela tried to break Tara’s neck. He desperately wanted to leap in to save his lover, but he knew he couldn’t. Tara would never forgive him.
Tara suddenly rammed an elbow into her enemy’s ribs. Once…twice…until Dani released her vicious hold. As the girls fought their way to their feet again, Tara grabbed Daniela’s arm and twisted it…then yanked it hard, seemingly trying to pull it out of the socket. The dark haired fighter dropped to one knee, grasping her shoulder in pain…
“You….bitch…” Dani cried as raw pain shot through her arm.
“Stay on that fucking arm. Break it!” Travis yelled.
But before Tara could continue working on the arm, Dani swiftly buried her fist between Tara’s legs. Both girls collapsed to the bedroom floor. Still, the fierce combatants rose to their knees and then gradually back on their feet, their weak legs trembling. The beauties collided again, grabbing manes of hair…their bodies rocking and swaying. They both slammed into the bedroom wall. Dani thrust her forearm into Tara’s throat….pressing her into the wall. The blonde gouged at Dani’s face with her nails and drove her back, away from the wall. She then tried to blind her opponent by clawing at her eyes viciously.
Daniela jabbed into Tara’s diaphragm. Tara retaliated with a strike to Daniela’s side…then another fist into her pelvis. Dani groaned and staggered…almost falling and grabbing an armoire to stay on her feet. Despite the pain, Tara’s mouth was curled slightly in a smug, mocking grin. She clasped Daniela firmly by the throat, snagging her necklace in the process. Brutally wringing her neck, the small cross and chain cut into Dani’s flesh. Blood trickled from several deep little lacerations. Dani gasped for air as she desperately tried to pry herself free, scraping at Tara’s hands with her fingernails.
The women collapsed to the floor, Tara holding tightly to her enemy’s neck. Daniela gagged and heaved. After several heart-stopping moments the chain broke, its remnants scattering to the bedroom floor. Daniela wailed as she caressed her bloodied throat. The blonde fighter rose and roughly pulled her opponent upright then delivered a savage knee into her windpipe. Back down to the floor sexy Daniela went, moaning in anguish and struggling to breathe.
“You’re finished…you bitch…” Tara’s voice was weak. Her eyes narrowed and her lips tensed. She was nearly spent…almost to her limit, both physically and mentally.
Slowly Daniela began trying to get to her feet again as Tara eyed her warily. Tara yanked her up by the hair and shoved her into a nearby wall. She then punched Dani in the uterus, a gut wrenching low blow. A shock of raw pain ripped through Daniela’s bronzed hips. She hunched forward, her head resting on Tara’s shoulder…
“That was for…my best friend, Cassandra…” said Tara.
“I put that bitch in the hospital…just like I’m gonna do to you…” Dani exclaimed with a hoarse whisper. She suddenly bit into Tara’s neck and clawed at her pussy through her sheer bikini bottoms. She still had some fight left in her.
The women embraced and staggered back onto the bed where they wrestled…a mad tangle of arms, legs and raw fury. A burst of final adrenaline and lurid hatred now driving them to the finish. They rolled off the bed and back onto the floor. Tara straddled Daniela, pinning her arms as she viciously slapped her face. Dani’s head bobbed back and forth as she took the wanton abuse. Tara collapsed onto the floor next to Daniela, completely exhausted…her head spinning, her body on fire.
The men watched in stunned silence, not knowing if either girl could continue. The two lovely females whimpered and sighed. Their bodies throbbed with pain and fatigue, covered with bloody scratches and abrasions. They rubbed their sweaty physiques. Still inexorably drawn to one another, they slowly crawled closer with a desperate need to finish this unforgiving catfight.
The fighters struggled to their knees. The savage girls began to simultaneously claw at their breasts again. Already scratched and stained with blood, they sank their nails in again and opened up a few fresh wounds. They screamed in each other’s faces, feral cries of two girls born to fight…bound and determined to destroy one another this night. Their silky tan breasts bled as they tore at silky warm flesh.
Daniela’s head thrust forward, maliciously sinking her teeth Tara’s soft earlobe. Blood spewed from the blondes damaged ear. Grabbing Dani’s mane again, Tara head butted the hellcat…smashing her forehead into Daniela’s face. The Latina beauty fell back and tumbled downward. Dani’s shoulders arched forward, her head down as dark blood tricked onto the carpeted floor.
“Finish her, Tara. Do it!” Travis cried.
Without hesitation, Tara drove a knee into Daniela’s jaw, then a second to her mouth.
“Yeah, baby!” Travis couldn’t contain himself. He knew it was over.
Blood sprayed from Dani’s mouth as she fell to the bedroom floor. She was out cold.
Exhausted, Tara’s exqusite body caved. She abruptly went straight down. She dropped her head a moment then raised it with a weak smile on her face. She thrust both her arms upwards in victory as Travis rushed toward his girl.
Miguel hurried to Daniela’s side. He immediately pulled some smelling salts from his pocket and held them under her nose. Then, with a sudden jerk and jolt, Daniela regained consciousness. Her eyes watered and her nose burned as she rubbed her face and cursed softly…
“Fuck…what..the fuck…” she stammered. The rush of the smelling salts made her heart race for a few moments.
Miguel rubbed Dani’s back, but she pulled away. “Take your hands off me,” she exclaimed, her eyes wild and glassy with sudden rage. She seemed disoriented for a moment or two. After the jarring effects of the smelling salts quickly wore off, Daniela sat in the floor a moment…her body slumped and head hung low. The loss was just now sinking in. This was a girl who wasn’t accustomed to losing.
Meanwhile, Travis tried to tend to Tara. Her sweet body was hurting like never before. Bloodied and ravaged, she was triumphant, nevertheless. Rubbing her bloodshot eyes, she brushed Travis aside. “I’m fine…I’m fine…really.”
Tara rose slowly and went over to retrieve the small crucifix from the floor. It was hers now, a little memento of the battle. She then walked into the living room and picked up her robe from the floor. As she put it back on, her rival came behind her and grabbed her robe from the armchair. Travis and Miguel soon joined them in the living room.
Daniela slipped into her robe and spitefully scowled at Tara. “You got lucky tonight, pretty girl. Next time we meet….”
“Next time, I’ll fucking kill you,” Tara answered bitterly.
Daniela lunged suddenly, but Miguel pulled her away. Travis leapt in between the two females. Daniela and Miguel left the beach house and disappeared into the cool, windy California night.
Would there be a next time? Tara surely wondered as pain still coursed through her body. Travis placed his hands tightly around the small of her back. They looked into one another’s eyes. The lovers passionately kissed. Back into the bedroom they went, fucking wildly on the bloodstained sheets.
They went at it for half an hour before Tara passed out in her boyfriend’s strong arms. The fight with Daniela had to be her hardest fight yet, and she would need precious time to recover.
The End
