Part I

Ryan gasped as she was pushed hard from behind. She stumbled but rough hands caught her by her shoulders and directed her forward. She felt the cold, uneven ground on her bare feet.

“Kneel here,” a gruff male voice said. She did as she was told. She kneeled down, her bare knees resting on a concrete surface. Her hands were bound behind her back and her head was covered by a black velvet hood. She had a bit of claustrophobia and the hood was a little tight, but she managed to fight back the panic. She felt her ropes loosen, only for a moment. Then gloved hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the front of her body. She felt ropes wrapping around both of her wrists. A moment later, she was securely tied to some kind of attachment in the floor.

Ryan said nothing. She just tried to focus on the sounds that she could hear and anything else that she could detect with her remaining senses.

Someone abruptly pulled the hood off of her head. She blinked in the sudden light. A moment later, someone was undoing the ball gag that was inserted in her mouth to keep her quiet.

Ryan looked around carefully, trying to remember her training. She was an heiress, the only daughter of a very wealthy and powerful family. She had been given lessons in what to do if she found herself in exactly this situation – kidnapped and held for ransom.

The first thing she saw was a man wearing a full face covering. His eyes were concealed behind sunglasses. She took some comfort in that. If the kidnappers were taking care to conceal their faces then they intended to return her. She observed the rest of the space. She was in what appeared to be an abandoned factory. Her hands were tied to a metal ring in the floor. A table, chairs, a double bed with a chest and a TV were set up in a space designed to resemble an apartment. A couple of carpets on the floor defined the space, one under the table and chairs, the other beside the bed.

The next thing Ryan heard were high heels beating a staccato rhythm on the concrete floor. A gorgeous blonde woman came into view from out of the depths of the factory. The woman was not wearing anything to cover her beautiful face. Her green eyes were bright. She had shoulder-length hair. Her skin was a golden tan. Everything else about her was incredible. She was wearing a red triangle halter top that barely contained her stupendous, bouncing breasts. Her abdomen was taut and chiseled. Her hips swelled out, girded by a tiny mini-skirt. Her powerful-looking legs were long and smooth. Finally, she was wearing black pumps that announced her presence.

The woman smiled when she saw Ryan. She whistled appreciatively. “Wow! This girl sure is a hottie!”

“Agent K, meet Ryan Hartley. Ms. Hartley is the heir to the considerable Hartley fortune. As you know, your job is to watch her and keep her happy and healthy for the next couple of days until the ransom is paid.”

The blonde stopped and comically saluted. “A-OK, boss,” she chirped. “I promise to fulfill my sacred duty!”

The man gave the gorgeous blonde an irritated look, but he did not say anything. Instead, he gestured to a cellphone left on the table. “We’ll contact you by a secure line when the ransom is paid. Be prepared to take the heiress where we instruct.”

The blonde woman nodded, but she was busy studying Ryan. The black-haired beauty tied to the floor by her wrists was an incredible specimen of womanhood. She was wearing only a short black dress. Otherwise, her legs and feet were bare. The dress dipped low on her chest, almost fully revealing two huge, dense and altogether perfect tits. Her skin was a gentle brown, revealing plenty of nude tanning. The heiress was gorgeous. Her hair fell down to just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were calm, despite the predicament she was in.

“OK, I’m going now. Take care of the hostage!” the man ordered as he walked away. He disappeared into the darkness just beyond the light illuminating the makeshift apartment space. A few moments later, Ryan heard a door open and then close.

The woman smiled and walked up to Ryan. She looked down at the kneeling heiress. Ryan glared up at the gorgeous blonde. The woman’s massive tits loomed over her like twin mountains. The blonde looked physically perfect, her taut belly centered around a tight, thin slit of a navel, her flawless legs long and thick. The two women locked eyes and Ryan felt something powerful pass between them. She was not sure what it was but it sent an intense shiver down her spine. This woman was more dangerous than she appeared. Ryan sensed that immediately. But under the sense of danger there was something else, something decidedly erotic. She pushed the feeling out of her mind. She was being confronted by an incredibly gorgeous woman in an extremely revealing outfit. Of course there was a frisson of eroticism in the air.

“May I have a cushion or something for my knees?” Ryan finally asked. Her hands were tied in front of her but she could move around the ring. Even so, the rope was short and she could not stand.

The blonde smiled, a slightly sadistic grin. Wordlessly, she walked over to the bed, picked up a pillow, and returned, Ryan stood up as high as she could and the woman shoved the pillow under her knees.

“Thanks very much,” Ryan said gratefully.

“So, you’re Ryan Hartley?” the woman asked.

Ryan nodded. “Yes.”

“You can call me Riley. We’re going to get along just fine, Ryan, so long as you follow the rules. OK?”

“What are the rules?”

“You do everything I say, you don’t try to escape, and you don’t ask too many questions. Deal?”

Ryan nodded. She held up her hands. “Could I ask you to loosen these? I’m not going to have any hands left if you leave me like this for days.”

“Yeah, I will. That’s part of the plan, baby. Just so you know: I’m very well-trained in the martial arts. If you give me any trouble, if you try to escape, I can hurt you and I will.”

Ryan nodded slowly. “I understand.”

“Good.” Riley kneeled on the concrete in front of Ryan. “Our names are similar,” she remarked, as she undid the ropes. “Of course, mine is an assumed name, but still, that’s weird coincidence.”

“Why are you letting me see your face?” Ryan asked. She rubbed her wrists, bringing back the circulation.

“I haven’t seen the faces of the other guys involved in this,” Riley replied. “So, I can’t identify them. You can identify me, but I have ways of vanishing after this is over, so I’m not worried.”

“One other thing,” Riley said as Ryan relaxed.

“Yes?”

Riley backhanded Ryan full across the brunette’s gorgeous face. The blow was sharp enough to hurt but not enough to leave a lasting mark. Ryan gasped and fell back, caught completely off-guard. A moment later a powerful kick hit her full in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She crumpled to her knees, holding her stomach and gasping for breath.

Riley crouched beside Ryan. She grabbed the woman’s dark hair and pulled her head back viciously.

“I want to be sure you understand exactly where we stand, babe. I don’t like rich bitches. I especially don’t like rich bitches who relax too much around me. If you get any ideas about escaping or fighting back, I’m going to pound you senseless. Do you understand?”

Ryan nodded vigorously. Riley smiled. She liked the look of fear in the brunette’s gorgeous blue eyes. It was the first time she had seen the rich girl afraid and it made her feel powerful. Keeping this bitch in line would not be a problem, she decided.

Riley was seized by a sudden impulse. Ryan’s panting, beautiful face was so close to her’s and a powerful wave of desire washed over the blonde. She had to resist the overpowering urge to kiss the brunette, to drive her tongue into the woman’s mouth, to suck her tongue, to suck back her spit. Riley pushed the desire away, with an effort.

“When you’re recovered, I’ll give you the tour,” the blonde said nonchalantly. She walked away, leaving Ryan to catch her breath.
A minute later, Ryan stood to her full height. A tear trickled down her cheek. She brushed it away.

Riley had doffed her high heels. She had put her bare feet up on a stool and turned on the TV. She glanced up when Ryan stood and used the remote to turn off the set.

“OK, here’s the tour.” Riley stood up and waved her arm in a circle, indicating the furniture around them. “Here’s the living space. Nice and comfortable, right?”

“Over there, in that corner,” she said, pointing to a spot about 20 meters away, “is a kitchen with food supplies. We even have a chemical toilet and a makeshift shower installed. The shower only has enough water for about a week, but that should be more than enough.”

Riley walked over to the bed and opened the chest at its foot.

“We have some clothes for you. I’d like you to change out of your dress and put this on.” She pulled out a man’s white t-shirt. It looked a bit too small for Ryan but she was not about to object.

Putting on a brave face, the heiress walked towards the blonde. As she did so, she began pulling her black dress up her luscious body and over her head. As the tight dress pressed over her massive tits, it pulled her breasts up, then let them drop heavily when it released, leaving them to bounce deliciously. By the time Ryan reached the bed, she was naked, except for the tiny thong covering her clean-shaven pussy.

Riley’s eyes were bright as she watched this display. Her eyes roamed over Ryan’s spectacular, nearly naked body and compared it to her own. This rich bitch was absolutely gorgeous, voluptuous and perfect. It drove Riley crazy that some women got handed everything on a silver platter, even an incredibly sexy body. She detected the slight swagger in Ryan’s step, her sexily swinging hips as she moved across the room. She felt a flare of anger. The bitch wasn’t as afraid as she should be, Riley thought. She considered delivering Ryan another surprise when the slut reached her, but she decided against it. Keeping her temper in check was important.

Ryan finally reached her captor. The look on her gorgeous face was enigmatic. It was blank, yet somehow challenging at the same time. She handed Riley her dress, hanging from her finger and reached for the t-shirt.

“One second,” Riley said, holding back the shirt.

Ryan paused, waiting. She was not sure what the other woman wanted besides, perhaps, more time to study Ryan’s perfect tits and muscular belly.

“Lose the thong,” Riley instructed.

Ryan hesitated, then reached down and wiggled the tiny scrap of cloth down her womanly hips and shapely thighs and muscled calves, letting it drop at her feet. She stood straight and completely nude before the blonde woman.

Riley nodded, letting her eyes drink in Ryan’s clean-shaven cunt. The heiress’ genitals were absolutely perfect and Riley resisted the sudden urge to get down on her knees and shove her tongue into that hot, beautiful fuckhole. She handed the brunette the t-shirt. As she watched, Ryan slid the shirt over her head and down her body. Her massive tits bulged into the thin material, her nipples nearly piercing the cloth. The shirt clung at her wide hips and fit snugly to her luscious thighs and ass. It barely went down far enough to cover her pussy.

Riley gestured to the bed. “Now, get on and I’ll secure you there.”

Ryan climbed onto the bed. Riley produced a fur-lined ankle cuff and secured her to the bed by her left ankle.

“What if I need to use the bathroom?” the heiress asked, testing the new restraint. The chain was long, so her leg could move relatively freely.

“Well, just wake me up,” Riley replied. As Ryan watched, the blonde reached behind her back and undid the tie of her straining halter. Her massive tits bounced free. The huge glands were incredibly beautiful and Ryan could not help but wonder if they were as big and firm as her own. The blonde unclipped her mini-skirt and let it drop, then slipped off her tiny red thong. She stood before Ryan, completely naked and absolutely magnificent in her nudity. She smiled viciously at the brunette on the bed, then extracted another t-shirt from the chest. It was a plain white shirt, like Ryan’s. Riley slipped the shirt onto her voluptuous body. Ironically, the shirt now covered far more skin than what Riley had been wearing before, but it fit her like a second skin and left very little to the imagination.

“Are we going to be sleeping in the same bed?”

“There’s only one bed in this dump and there’s plenty of space.” Riley grinned. “Besides, it’s a great way to warm each other up. This place is going to get cold tonight.”

Riley pulled up the heavy quilt lying on the bed and allowed Ryan to slip under it. As the brunette settled down, genuinely appreciative of the warmth, Riley climbed into the bed on the other side. Once under the sheets, she picked up a remote control that was set on the floor beside the bed. She hit a button. The lights in the “apartment” clicked off and the entire factory plunged into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, Ryan could make out exit signs and some kind of light near the kitchen area, pointing out where the bathroom was.

As she settled in, Ryan went stiff as Riley suddenly snuggled up to her under the sheets. The blonde pushed her massive tits into Ryan’s shoulder, the bulk of her titmeat settling onto the side of Ryan’s massive tit. Riley threw a long leg across Ryan’s bare legs. Both women shivered at the contact. Ryan had to admit the bare skin felt good. The weight of the other woman’s tit on her own stirred powerful erotic feelings in her pussy. She felt her nipples growing hard. Riley threw her arm across Ryan’s chest. The brunette gasped as the other woman pulled even closer, almost wrapping herself around Ryan’s body.

“Don’t be so tense, baby,” Riley cooed in Ryan’s ear. “Aren’t we like girlfriends already? Just think of this as a sleepover with a really, really sexy girlfriend.” Ryan could feel the other woman smiling in the dark. “We can even play some girlfriend games, if you’d like.” She wriggled, rubbing her luscious body even harder into Ryan’s voluptuous form.

Ryan forced herself to relax. There was nothing she could do about the blonde’s overt sexual harassment. All she could do was accept it. Besides, a part of her was completely into what the blonde was doing. That part of her wanted to respond, maybe even outdo the blonde with flirting and lascivious suggestions. She was holding that part in check for now. Ryan needed to pick her moment when to reveal to the bitch that she was not quite what she seemed to be.

It had been late at night when Ryan was kidnapped. She had been out clubbing with friends when her bodyguards disappeared and a bag slipped over her head. She was exhausted from the fear and now the continuing stress of her situation. She fell easily into a deep sleep, the pleasant weight of Riley’s voluptuous body draped over her own luscious body providing a strange comfort.

Late in the night, maybe around 3 AM, Ryan awoke. It took her a few moments to remember her situation. Initially, she was confused by the weight of the gorgeous woman on her body. During the night, the women’s bare legs had become entangled and Riley was practically on top of Ryan. Their t-shirts had gone up and both women’s pussies were exposed. Riley’s thigh was pressing into Ryan’s wet twat; Ryan found her arm caught under Riley’s body and resting on the woman’s smooth ass. She could feel the heat of the blonde’s bare pussy pushing onto her upper thigh. The blonde’s heavy breasts were pushing down on Ryan’s equally heavy pair and the heiress could feel Riley’s nipples through her shirt. Their bodies had acted on a shared erotic impulse. Ryan took a moment to enjoy the delicious contact.

Ryan needed to go to the toilet. She shook the blonde woman awake.

“What is it?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Fuck.”

After a moment, Riley slipped off of Ryan and out of the bed. Ryan felt the quilt lift near her foot and heard the click of the ankle cuff unlocking. The cuff fell away and Ryan put her bare feet on the cold floor and stood gingerly. She began walking towards the distant kitchen light. Riley was just behind her. The women’s bare feet scuffed the concrete floor as they moved.

Ryan used the chemical toilet. After she left the stall, Riley pointed her to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. The blonde used the toilet herself. Ryan found herself waiting for her captor, an odd reaction that made it clear to her how much she had already been controlled.

The women walked back towards the bed, Riley just slightly behind her captive, the weight of sleep weighing her down. Ryan knew it was time to act. Estimating where Riley was in the semi-dark, she suddenly stopped, whirled around, and backhanded the blonde viciously. Riley gasped and staggered back. Before she could recover, Ryan’s foot swung up in powerful kick right between the blonde’s legs.

Riley screamed, grabbed her crotch, and fell to her knees, groaning in agony. “Oh god, you little whore,” she moaned.

“Sorry, bitch, but I’m not about to wait for some stud to rescue me!”

Ryan delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the side of Riley’s head, but the blonde managed to partially block it. Even so, she went sprawling on the concrete floor.

Ryan ran for the exit, her bare feet slapping loudly on the concrete. She had paid attention when she was first kidnapped and had done her best to estimate how long she had traveled. She surmised they must be in the industrial section of the city. It had a lot of old abandoned buildings and was largely deserted but it was not too far from more populated centers.

“You cunt! Come back!” Ryan heard Riley shriek. She picked up her pace.

The first door Ryan encountered was locked from the inside with a deadbolt. She thanked her luck; it easily could have been bolted or padlocked but it was easy to open. She dashed out into a tropical rainstorm. The water coming down was moderately hard but relatively warm. Even so, she knew she needed shelter soon.

Lights from around the factory lit up her escape. She still did not know her way but at least she was outside and no longer restrained. She was standing on a large wooden platform, surrounded by mesh railing. A mesh door on the far side of the platform opened onto a set of stairs going down to the street. Ryan rushed over to the door to find it padlocked. Just then, Riley burst through the door onto the platform.

The blonde Amazon looked pissed. Her green eyes flashed with rage.

“You fucking cunt! I warned you about this!”

Ryan stood back from the locked mesh door. She had hoped to avoid having to fight it out with the blonde woman but at least she was no longer chained or tied up -and she had a surprise for Riley.

The blonde advanced on the brunette, intent on beating the woman senseless, as she had promised.

“I’m going to make you regret that cunt punt, baby,” Riley growled.

“Fuck off, you whore,” Ryan breathed, getting into fighting stance.

Riley smirked. “What’s this? You’ve had a bit of training? Not going to be enough, fucker.”

Riley lashed out with a kick but Ryan blocked it and replied with a flashing kick of her own. Riley barely evaded the blow in time. She was shocked. Ryan might actually be a challenge after all. The women flashed kicks at each other, impressing each other with their speed and accuracy. Both women succeeded in blocking or avoiding the kicks, using the space to move around on the deck. Ryan finally got close enough to Riley to throw a few punishing punches. One of them got through Riley’s guard and hit her in the stomach, making the blonde woman double over. She pulled back but her eyes glared daggers at the brunette, who smiled smugly.

“I’m going to beat your filthy ass, cunt,” Ryan breathed.

“Like fuck, whore,” Riley growled.

She threw herself at Ryan, closing the distance between their lush bodies. Riley was enraged. She was determined to get her hands on this brunette rich bitch and fuck her up. Ryan was equally angry. She had not forgotten Riley’s assault on her and, as far as she was concerned, she barely started paying back the other woman.

The women’s bodies collided, their equally massive tits absorbing most of the delicious impact. They both immediately went for the other’s hair. They screamed in rage and hate as they dug their fingers into the thick locks and pulled each other around the deck. The rain made the wooden floor slippery and their bare feet struggled to find purchase. Both women freed one of their hands from the other’s head. Holding onto their enemy with the other, they began pounding each other viciously, going for stomachs and tits.

“You fucking cunt!” Riley snarled.

“Filthy slut!” Ryan shot back. She was done hiding her skills and strength behind a compliant act. The only thing between her and freedom was this blonde fucker and she was determined to beat this cunt into the ground. They kept punching and slapping, pulling each other around the deck in the rain, struggling to keep from falling.

Riley used her free hand to grab Ryan’s fist. A brief tussle and the women locked hand to hand, fingers intertwining. They released the other’s hair and were suddenly locked in a hand to hand, muscle to muscle battle to bend their opponent’s wrists back and prove themselves stronger. Riley had been sure she would win such a contest easily. Instead, she found herself straining against an enemy every bit as strong as she was.

Their bodies trembled, their bare feet slipped on the slick deck as they pitted strength against strength. This was not the best strategy but, somehow, both women sensed this was what they needed to do. At some point, maybe from the beginning, the fight had gone from being about Ryan escaping and Riley trying to stop her to something more primal, something about which of them was the better, stronger woman. Neither women could yet articulate this shift, but both sensed that their growing relationship was deeper than captor and captive.

Ryan and Riley glared at each other, their massive chests heaving with pants, their naked lower bodies glistening in the rain. Their nipples pushed out of the skin tight t-shirts like bullets, tenting the soaking wet material.

“You’re a fucking whore, Riley,” Ryan hissed.

“You’re a dirty little rich bitch, Ryan,” Riley snarled.

“Fuck you, cunt!”

“Fuck you, twat!”

Ryan slipped, her bare feet losing traction in a puddle. As she fell to her knees, one of her hands slipped free of Riley’s grip and she grasped the blonde’s drenched t-shirt and ripped it, nearly jerking it off the blonde’s incredible body. Riley was pulled down to her knees in front of Ryan. Snarling, the soaking wet women threw themselves into each other’s arms. Their arms wrapped around each other’s luscious bodies and they fell in an snarling, snapping tangle onto the deck. Instantly, their powerful bare legs twined and they began rolling back and forth in the water. The women’s t-shirts had long since ridden up to their waists so their lower bodies were completely exposed. Riley gripped Ryan’s naked ass and slapped the taut meat viciously. When she was on the bottom of their rolling catball, Ryan eagerly returned the favor.

The women tore at each other’s shirts. The cheap material, already weakened by being saturated with water, ripped under their fingers. Soon, the battling women were almost naked, rolling on the deck, their luscious bodies locked up, clothed only in the ragged remnants of their t-shirts.

Ryan managed to get her foot between their bodies and on to Riley’s stomach. With a grunt, she kicked the blonde away. Riley fell back on her perfect ass.

The women sat on the deck, facing each other, their tits heaving, their bodies nearly nude. Their legs were spread, displaying their aching, naked genitals. The sexual heat between them grew exponentially. Riley realized that her torn, tattered t-shirt was barely clinging to her voluptuous body. She stripped the ragged cloth over her head and tossed it away. She sat completely nude, her legs wide, facing the brunette bitch she hated so much.

Ryan wasted no time in following Riley’s lead. She stripped and threw her soaking shirt aside.

The women glared at each other from a few feet apart. Their naked bodies glistened in the rain. Their equally massive, perfect tits heaved with each panting breath. Their bare cunts faced each other, fuck slits pink and hot, challenging the other’s genitals.
The heat between Riley and Ryan was nakedly sexual. The erotic tension that had been building between them from the time they met was now boiling over, filling the women’s incredible bodies with unbearable levels of lust. Their mutual desire was tempered and strengthened by their shared hate.

Riley wanted to beat this bitch, she wanted to reduce Ryan to a whimpering, submissive cunt. She hated the over-privileged little fuck. Ryan wanted to crush Riley. She wanted the blonde whore to pay for hitting her, for trying to intimidate her, for trying to make her feel inferior and weak. She was going to break the blonde cunt if it was the last thing she did.

As they glared at each other, the women saw the other’s woman’s clit swell and grow, cresting their thick-lipped pussies. Their swollen, thick tits grew even thicker, harder, their engorged nipples ached with heat and tension. Both women knew what was happening. They smiled at each other, their mutual rage, hate and desire barely contained.

“Let’s settle this, cunt,” Ryan breathed. “Woman to woman.”

“Gladly, fucker,” Riley hissed. She began sliding towards Ryan on her ass, her body burning with lust and need. She was not entirely sure when this physical battle had become a sexfight but she did not care. Nothing would give her more pleasure than destroying Ryan with her cunt, with all the amazing assets of her incredible body, and that was exactly what she planned to do. She was going to show this beautiful rich bitch which of them really had the better body, the better sex.

Ryan slid forward to meet the blonde bitch. Her heart was pounding with anger and excitement. She wanted to feel Riley’s luscious body driving against her own, she wanted to feel the other woman’s cunt and clit down in her sex, matching her and struggling with her own sexual weapons. More than anything, she wanted to feel the blonde breaking against her, screaming in submission and spreading her legs in sexual surrender. This blonde whore thought she was hot shit. Ryan was determined to show this gutter tramp that she was willing to get down in the gutter with her and could do it even better!

The voluptuous beauties pushed up to each other, their pink, thick cunts aching and leaking with cunt juice, their massive tits on fire. Ryan reached out and grabbed Riley violently by the back of her neck; Riley eagerly returned the grip. The women felt the heat radiating off the other woman’s throbbing pudenda. Blue eyes and green locked, blazing with lust and hate. Silently, they signaled. Ryan and Riley pulled back their hips and, with a powerful thrust, slammed their ravenous cunts together.

Instantly, their mated genitals caught on fire. The women screamed and began ramming their wet cunts together over and over, their asses working furiously, their muscular hips driving like pistons. They slammed together again and again, then began grinding vigorously, keeping their cunts locked but trying to penetrate and seal together. Both women hooked a leg over the other’s hip, locking their bodies in place.

“Fuck you, fuck you, whore,” Riley gasped as she worked with all her power to lock herself into Ryan’s luscious body. Lust burned in her veins like acid.

“You whore, you dirty, fucking whore,” Ryan moaned.

The women’s throbbing clits swelled even larger, reaching their full size and tension. They crushed directly, head to head. A shockwave of pure ecstasy roared through the grinding women. They threw back their heads and shrieked in bliss.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!” Riley screamed, the pure pleasure almost more than she could take. She had never felt anything like this in a life filled with sensuality and she could not believe she was experiencing the most intense, pleasurable sex she had ever felt in her life with a black-haired bitch she hated so much.

“FUCK!! FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!,” Ryan shrieked. She had exactly the same reaction. The feeling of Riley’s cunt on her cunt, the feeling of their genitals merging and melting into one, of their ravenous twats sealing together in an unbreakable fuck bond -it was more intense than anything she had ever felt before, even in a life dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure. Riley’s cunt locked to her own twat felt better than anything in her life. It felt like their pussies were made to fuck and fight, like their clits were meant to fuse and merge.

Riley and Ryan fucked furiously, they ground their cunts together with all of their power. They pulled hair and gripped the back of the other’s head, holding them in place. Their glaring eyes tried not to break away but they often had moments when they had to throw back their heads and scream out in pleasure or close their eyes as a shock of pure joy radiated through their driving bodies. They pounded at each other relentlessly, their massive tits bouncing and jolting with every thrust, their muscular bellies rippling as their cunts wrestled. They leaned back and placed their hands on the slick deck, bracing their lush bodies as they drove themselves together with all their power, fucking frantically, desperate to overpower and possess the other woman. They placed their hands on the other woman’s lower thigh, the one looped around their hips, and ground mercilessly. Their pants and moans, screams and gasps, echoed in the night.

Fucking, fucking, fucking furiously, Riley and Ryan locked into the fork of the other woman’s delicious legs. Cunts sucked and fused, labia merged, hot suction formed. Their clits struggled within the hot fuck arena, pounding pure ecstasy into both women. They whimpered and groaned, each beauty desperate to hold on, to force the other bitch into a submissive orgasm.

The fucking went on and on, the pleasure built and built, until both women felt like bombs ready to explode, like dams that had reached their full capacity and could not last a moment longer. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, every muscle quivering with sexual tension and screaming for release, every nerve on fire with pleasure and demanding satisfaction.

“Cum, you dirty fuck, cum,” Riley gasped. She refused to be defeated by this black-haired fuck but, oh God, it felt good! The pleasure growing inside of her was so intense, so incredibly good, she did not know if she could last more than a few more seconds. But the prospect of being humiliated by the woman she was supposed to be controlling, the woman whom she thought she had already dominated, the rich whore who thought she was better than Riley… that idea gave the blonde just a bit more willpower to hold on.

“No, you cum, you cum for me, cuntlicker!” Ryan groaned. She refused to be humiliated, she would not let this blonde cunt beat her, not after all the filthy fuck had done to her. But, at the same time, the intense pleasure filling every muscle, radiating through every nerve- oh God, it was too much, it was just too much. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good and she did not think she could last much longer. Every part of her was throbbing, screaming for release.

In desperation, the women pulled each other in. Their massive tits crushed hard, nipples searing to nipples. They kissed furiously, angrily, for the first time. Their tongues twisted into hot, spitty knots, their throats worked as they sucked spit back and forth, anything to overwhelm the other bitch and push their enemy over the edge. Their taut bellies slapped as they undulated, thrusting with their hips, ramming their clits together, pushing sex horn to sex horn until the most sensitive, nerve-rich parts of their anatomies wrapped together and fused in a searing burst of heat and a convulsion of ecstasy. Riley and Ryan choked back screams and somehow kept going, kept holding in the impossible wave of pleasure until, finally, it became absolutely unbearable.

An explosion of unlimited erotic power detonated in the women’s interlocked clits, exploding through their perfect bodies like a hydrogen bomb of pure ecstasy. Shockwaves of unrelenting pleasure rolled through them in waves, cycling through their luscious flesh, building and building on each other, growing stronger with every wave. Every muscle in their luscious bodies tensed and released, burning with sexual power. Every nerve lit on fire, then radiated pleasure in waves of heat. Riley and Ryan screamed uncontrollably, at the top of their lungs. They fell onto their backs, their bodies writhing and undulating as they convulsed, grinding and grinding their cunts, bridging, arching their backs so high they looked like they might break.

The intensity of the pleasure was unbearable. The women screamed and howled, shrieking like banshees as they came over and over again, injecting streams of steaming hot ejaculate into the other. Cum spurted from their locked cunts, gushing into the air to splatter down on their straining bodies, before being washed away by the pounding rain. Some ejaculate entered the women, mixing and filling their vaginal canals like molten liquid, sizzling in their insides, joining them even more intimately and completely. Their nipples spurted, tensing and releasing as they squirted. They bucked and bucked, screaming and gasping, sobbing with pleasure. They began to jerk up and down, slapping their asses into the wet wooden floor of the platform, bridging, then slapping down again. They tried to drain each other of every drop of cum.

How long it went on, neither woman knew. All that Riley and Ryan knew was that they had fucked each other out of their minds, they had fucked each other senseless. They had given each other pleasure, pure ecstasy so much greater than what either woman had ever experienced before that it could not be compared to any previous sexual encounter.

For some time, the naked, voluptuous women lay insensate on the deck, their perfect bodies fused together at their cunts, their tits jiggling with every heaving breath, their bodies gleaming with the rain. Their hearts pounded and their clits throbbed and pulsed, locked and twisted into an unbreakable knot.

Finally, Ryan pushed herself up. She glared at the beautiful blonde who had reamed out her cunt so perfectly, who had made her cum like a fire hose, who had fucked her out of her mind. She hated the bitch. But a much more powerful part of her knew another, deeper truth: she wanted, she needed more. The fucking Riley had just administered to her could not be where it ended. They needed to keep fucking until only one of them could stand.

Riley pushed herself up to glare at Ryan. The women’s eyes locked. Like Ryan, Riley wrestled with the unbearable truth: what Ryan had just done to her was unbelievably good. She needed more. She had to have more. She had to fuck this bitch until the whore’s cunt gave out, until her body surrendered completely.

With a mutual groan, the women pulled apart. Creamy ejaculate gushed out of their separated twats until it was washed away by the rain. The women’s thick, massive tits jiggled aggressively. The blonde and the brunette stared at each other, their eyes hot with mutual hate and incredible lust.

“That didn’t settle anything,” Ryan grunted.

“No,” Riley agreed. “Are you ready for another round?”

“I’m ready when you are, cunt.”

The women glared.

“Let’s take this inside,” Riley snarled.

“Fine by me,” Ryan hissed.

Unsteadily, the beautiful, naked women got to their feet. Their pussies felt hot and hungry, ravenous for more of what they had just tasted. Their nipples pulsed with fever. Despite having fucked each other senseless, their bodies were primed for more.
Ryan knew that the hunger she was feeling was unprecedented. She had fucked many, many men and women in her life, but no one had ever turned her on or given her anywhere near the intense pleasure that Riley just had. It was like they were made for each other, made to mate and fuse their bodies together in a way that could only bring earth-shattering ecstasy.

Riley had similar thoughts. She could not believe what the fucking rich bitch had just done to her. But all that mattered now was getting more of it. All that mattered was fucking and fucking the bitch until she knew her place, until she was sexually destroyed and conquered by Riley’s superior cunt.

Staggering a bit, the naked, incredibly voluptuous women walked back to the factory door. They opened it and went inside. Riley made sure to lock the door again. She did not want anyone or anything to disturb what she and Ryan were about to do to each other.

Part II

Ryan and Riley walked back into the dark factory. When they reached the makeshift apartment area, Riley reached down and picked up the remote beside the bed. She hit a button and a number of lights around the living space came on. She placed the remote back beside the bed and turned to face her fuck rival.

The dynamic between the two women had changed completely. Now, they were equals and rivals. They needed to settle which of them was in control, which of them was the superior woman. They glared at each other, their eyes burning with the heat of their mutual hatred and the fire of their shared desire. They were soaked, their hair plastered to their heads, their luscious bodies glistening with dampness. Riley pulled some towels out of the chest at the foot of the bed. She threw one to Ryan, who caught it and quickly dried herself off, patting out the dampness in her hair. Riley wiped herself down and then tossed the towel aside.

“OK, cunt,” Riley began. “You have one chance: you can get back on that bed and let me put back on your ankle cuff. After that, you’re going to spread your legs and I’m going to fuck your brains out until our pussies are raw. Or, you can resist and we can fuck this out right here and now. Either way, this ends with you flat on your back, opening your legs and taking my cum. You’re going to spend the rest of your time in this place as my personal sex toy.”

Ryan snorted, her hands on her luscious hips. “You stupid cow. After what we just did, you think I’m just going to flop onto my back, spread my legs and let you ride me like a horse? Fuck that! If you want to fuck this out, then we’ll fuck it out! But you’re right about one thing: one of us is going to end up as the cum bucket for the other and it won’t be me!”

Riley smiled. “I’m glad you said that, slut. I’m going to enjoy fucking you down. A rich whore like you thinks her shit doesn’t stink. I’m going to show you that Daddy’s money doesn’t make you any better than anyone else.”

Ryan grinned. “You’re just jealous because you know you’re cheap gutter trash, cuntfucker. But if you think I won’t get into the gutter with you, then you are even more stupid than you look.” She took a step forward. “I am going to come out on top in this little contest, bitch. After I break you, I’m going to make you suck my clit for the rest of the night.”

The blonde and brunette were standing on the carpet beside the bed. The two women walked towards each other, their hips swaying sexily, their thick, massive tits jiggling with each step. As the naked women approached, they felt the erotic heat in their bodies grow exponentially. The lust that had fueled their earlier, epic fuckfight began to flow once more.

Riley placed her arms on Ryan’s muscular shoulders and slid them around the brunette’s neck. Ryan placed her hands on Riley’s smooth, naked hips then slid them around her lower back. The women’s thick, perfectly matched tits met nipple to nipple, sending an electric shock coursing through their flesh. A building heat of sexual delight raced through their lush bodies and they moaned in concert. Slowly, teasingly, they crushed their massive tits together. The dense glands compressed, the thick flesh quivering in tension as all four glands resisted. The women pressed their bare bellies together and undulated, rubbing abdominals, their navels sucking. Their powerful thighs pressed tight, muscle to muscle. They felt the heat coming off their naked pudenda. Their aroused twats glistened with moisture as their desire grew.

Nose to nose, the gorgeous women glared into the other’s eyes. Their lips touched gently as they panted, sharing hot breath, teasing each other with the temptation of the other’s luscious sex. The heat between their voluptuous bodies increased with every moment. Every place their succulent flesh touched tingled with sexual electricity.

“You really are hot shit, fucker,” Riley admitted, her voice a hungry whisper, “but I’m hotter and better. I’m going to fuck every inch of your body and make you my bitch. That’s the only way for this to end.”

“You’re an incredible fuck, you slut,” Ryan responded. “But I’m more woman than you can handle. I’m going to fuck you into the ground and then make you my fuck toy.”

“Fuck you, cunt.”

“Fuck you, slut.”

The women’s bodies raged with heat and lust, their nipples were rock hard and sealed into one, their tits throbbed with every heartbeat. Riley and Ryan were excited beyond words. Their mutual taunting reignited their shared hate and desire. They needed each other’s bodies. They could feel the sexual fever building.

Their wet lips touched and pressed, their pink tongues slid together. Slowly, carefully, they penetrated each other’s mouths, sliding tongues, sharing spit, then sealing into a kiss that grew hotter, more aggressive as they fully locked up. They placed one hand on the back of the other’s head and pushed their faces deeper.

“Mmmmmmmnnnnn,” they moaned in concert, their passion growing. They pressed in tighter, harder, their arms closing around their bodies. They undulated gently, rubbing naked flesh, enjoying the heat and smooth curves of their rival. Bulging tits crushed and wrestled, massaging and kneading each other’s thick meat. Pulsing nipples played, burning as they caressed and stroked, sizzling as nipple holes lined up and sucked. Taut bellies rubbed and smooth thighs pressed. Both women opened their thighs enough to let the other push the thick muscle into their opponent’s juicy pussy.

As the kiss deepened, it became more passionate, more violent. Ryan and Riley struggled to dominate and control each other, mouth to mouth. Their powerful tongues pushed and shoved, their locked mouths overflowed with spit, their cheeks and throats worked hard as they swallowed back saliva and tried to suck the other bitch in. Spit filled their mouths, dribbling out and down their chins to their bulging, trembling cleavage.

As the kissfight intensified, so did their body to body struggle. They shoved their thighs into the other’s cunt with greater force, their muscular legs twined, their torsos undulated as they rubbed their tits furiously. The women’s luscious bodies went to war. They spun around on the carpet, their bare feet slipping and sliding. They lost their balance and fell to the ground. Gasping, Ryan and Riley broke their kiss in a spray of spit. They wrapped arms and legs around their nude opponent. The voluptuous vixens rolled on the carpet, fighting viciously for the dominant position.

Grunting, snarling, cursing, Ryan and Riley rolled back and forth in the small space, somehow staying on the carpet though they easily could have rolled off into the rest of the vast factory. They bit at each other’s shoulders and necks in passion and rage, they scratched and clawed naked backs and asses, leaving their marks on the other. The women were unbelievably horny, their bodies aching and burning with hunger. They relished rubbing and grinding naked flesh to flesh until, finally, they pushed each other away.

Panting, tits heaving, the beautiful Amazons glared at each other from across the carpet. The first dots of sweat appeared on their luscious skin, causing their curvaceous bodies to gleam in the apartment light. Their clean-shaven pussies glittered with moisture and a droplets of cunt juice dripped to the carpet. Their eyes locked, the rage, hate and unbearable lust they felt for each other shining like the sun. Just looking at each other drove them both insane with rage and desire. They got to their feet, panting angrily, crouched down slightly, their breasts jiggling with every movement.

“Oh God, you FUCK!!” Riley screamed. She threw herself at her rival, her blood boiling with anger and more.

“Dirty, fucking CUNT!!” Ryan shrieked as she hurled herself to meet the attack.

The women had meant to come together tit to tit and grind their massive orbs into ecstasy. Instead, they somehow locked up hand to hand. Their fingers intertwined, their palms flat. Their arms quivered with effort as they pitted muscle against muscle in another contest of physical strength. They had done this before, but the rain slippery deck had made the outcome inconclusive. This time, they were both dry and their bare feet dug into the carpet firmly.

Ryan and Riley’s whole bodies trembled as they matched muscle to muscle, strength to strength. Somehow, for that moment, proving which of them was the physically stronger woman became critically important. Their powerful thighs and calves flexed and strained, their muscular arms rippled. The women’s big tits swung from their chests, taut and heavy, nipples pulsing and hard as spikes.

Ryan and Riley leaned forward into each other. Their hot breath mixed, they pushed almost nose to nose, gasping and moaning as they tried to overpower the other. Their noses touched, their glaring eyes betrayed their overwhelming desire and their mouths slowly, desperately, sealed tight. Tongues lashed, lips sucked, and the incredible beauties slowly sank to their knees, their bodies still battling for domination. They released their grips and whipped their arms around the other. They hugged hard, leaning the weight of their bodies onto their chests, crushing tits, but never breaking the kiss. They pulled hair, they moaned with lust. Ryan slowly slid her hand down Riley’s hot, flat belly, all the way down to the blonde’s steaming pudenda. She cupped her rival’s throbbing mound, then traced the woman’s slick cunt lips with her finger, before flicking and gently stroking the blonde’s swollen clit.

Within their locked mouths, Riley shrieked in pleasure. She slid her hand down Ryan’s torso, her palm forming a momentary suction with the woman’s navel, and slipped two fingers deep into the heiress’ succulent genitals. Ryan groaned and a deep spasm ran through her lower body as her tight cunt closed around the invading digits.

Kissing desperately, the women finger-fucked the other in earnest, their fingers working in and out of tight, wet twats vigorously. The vast factory floor soon echoed with the wet, sucking sound of fingers pumping aggressively and the muffled moans and screams of two bitches in heat. Ryan and Riley stroked and caressed clits until the throbbing sex horns were pulsing and twitching with sexual tension. Their probing fingers ran along sensitive g-spots inside the women’s vaginas. Thick pussy juice trickled to the carpet in a continuous stream. The women finally broke their hateful kiss to rest their faces cheek to cheek, their chin on the other’s shoulder. They panted furiously, struggling to keep in the powerful orgasms growing in their cores.

“You goddamned fucking whore,” Riley moaned into Ryan’s ear. She bit the heiress on the neck and shoulder, passionate love bites that only hinted at her hate for the beautiful brunette.

“You cunteating, dirty fuck,” Ryan whimpered. She bit back and pulled Riley’s hair viciously, trying to hurt the blonde bitch as much as she could even as they paralyzed each other with pleasure.

The race for the finish began as the women felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure starting to surge deep in their cores, deep in their cunts, beginning to lap at their twitching clits. Pure erotic sensations flowed from their clits to every part of their bodies. The women whispered obscenities at each other, they grunted and moaned in distress as they struggled to hold back the wave, refusing to go off before their enemy.

Ryan felt her entire lower body trembling with tension, she felt her clit throbbing like a drum, filling her entire cunt, filling her entire world. She knew she could not last much longer. She could feel the tremors running through Riley, she could hear the dirty bitch moaning and whimpering, but she feared she might go off just moments before her foe. Gritting her teeth, she released Riley’s hair, ran her hand down the sexy curve in the blonde’s back, and slapped the woman’s firm, round ass with all her strength. The sharp cut of pain, the sting of the blow, sent the blonde vixen over the edge.

“Oh, you FUCKING BITCH!!” Riley screeched. She shoved a finger all the way up Ryan’s puckered asshole, even as her cunt contracted and released a gusher of hot cum. It splattered both women’s naked thighs.

“JESUS CHRIST!!” Ryan screamed. She ejaculated like a fire hose, her cum gushing out and intersecting Riley’s emissions in mid-air. The two streams mixed and countered each other, intensifying the splatter for both women. Their hands became soaked and dripping with gooey cum. They continued stroking and pumping each other, even through their continuing orgasms.

The women ejaculated three, four more times, spraying their lower thighs and bellies in creamy cum. Their hearts pounded. They leaned into each other, tits on fire, bodies trembling in weakness with the momentary release. They pulled each other’s hair frantically, viciously, with their free hand. Gasping and moaning, they rode out their exquisite ejaculations.

The women turned their gorgeous faces to each other and, almost involuntarily, slipped their tongues together and then locked into a deep kiss. It was surprisingly gentle as they licked lips and shared spit, like grateful lovers. For more than a minute, the fuckfighting women seemed to call a truce as they licked and sucked, scouring the other’s mouth with their tongues, almost in gratitude for the delicious pleasure they had given each other. Then Riley realized what they were doing.

“Dirty fuck,” the blonde gasped. She shoved Ryan and pulled the brunette’s hair at the same time. The woman fell over on her side. Riley spun her legs towards Ryan’s head and landed on her side next to the heiress, her face pointed at the other Amazon’s juicy, cum-dripping twat.

“Let’s eat twat, you fucker,” Riley gasped.

“Glady,” Ryan panted. She rolled over on her back and opened her legs for the blonde. With a groan of pure desire, Riley eagerly mounted Ryan’s luscious body, spread her legs to either side of the woman’s head, and lowered her face to Ryan’s cum-soaked genitals. At the same time, Ryan slipped her arms around Riley’s hips and firmly gripped the blonde’s spectacular ass. She pulled Riley’s succulent fuckmeat down to her beautiful face and immediately buried her nose and mouth in the blonde’s delicious cunt. Riley happily shoved her face into Ryan’s turgid pussy. She rubbed her face around and around in the brunette’s sopping cunt, reveling in the intoxicating scent and the thick, firm cuntlips.

Ryan licked Riley all the way down her fuckslit and inserted her tongue into the blonde’s wet, tight asshole. Riley moaned in pleasure as she felt the intimate violation. She nipped gently at Ryan’s engorged clit, causing the heiress to whimper and shudder throughout her entire body. Riley dived in, driving her tongue as deep and far into Ryan’s fuckhole as she could. She sucked up the sweet cum, enjoying the taste and texture.

The women wrapped their lips and tongues around their rival’s clit and sucked lustily. They barely suppressed mutual screams of delight as waves of exquisite pleasure rippled through their bodies from their most sensitive sex organs. Ryan wrapped her wet thighs around Riley’s head and rolled the blonde onto her side. Riley closed her thighs around Ryan’s bobbing head. Eating each other from a position of equality, Riley and Ryan devoured each other’s throbbing, aching cunts. They threw themselves into the mutual sexual assault with wild abandon, both women determined to make her rival cum first.

The beautiful women’s faces disappeared into the other’s succulent twat. The room echoed with the sounds of their moans and groans of ecstasy as they inflicted greater and greater pleasure on the other. The women’s inner thighs quivered with repressed sexual tension, their gorgeous cunts poured copious amounts of fluid as they sucked and licked and chewed on the other’s labia and clits. Ryan’s and Riley’s tongues worked vigorously, lapping at the other woman’s slit, sliding deep into tart, tight assholes, reaming out juicy labia. The women used their hands and fingers to separate round buttocks so they could better assault ripe assholes and to probe and tease trembling labia, deep vaginal walls and throbbing clits. Their moans and cries of exquisite pleasure spiraled higher and higher.

After more than an hour, both women’s faces were wet with pussy secretions and their cunts were on fire with pure, raw sensations. Their bodies trembled from the deepest core of their bodies to the tips of their toes. Their moans reflected the pure sexual agony they were both in, as the two vicious rivals struggled to hold back the waves of intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm and consume their raging bodies. Everywhere the women touched each other burned, every nerve in their bodies enflamed with sexual electricity. Their mouths and lips were fastened around the other’s pounding clit. For both women, the raw sensations flowing off their clits saturated their entire lower bodies and made it feel like their sensitive sex horns had expanded to fill their trembling cunts to the brim. Both women inserted their hands deep into the other’s tight, straining cunts and balled their hands into fists. They screamed in concert as they fisted each other, then twisted their fists and pumped their arms, doing all they could to ream the other out.

Ryan could not believe how good the other woman tasted, how much she enjoyed feasting on Riley’s exquisite cunt. Riley was overwhelmed with passion. Ryan was incredibly delicious and the brunette heiress was proving to be as skilled at eating cunt as she had proven with using her clit as a weapon. Riley could feel a wave of intense pleasure pounding at the limits of her tolerance, on the verge of overwhelming her control. Ryan could feel herself reaching the same limits. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably and her ability to keep forcing her muscles to accept more tension, more pleasure, was reaching an end.

Riley moaned, a cry of pure sexual agony. Ryan sobbed, tears running down her trembling face as the pure pleasure wracking her body became too much. Riley ran her hand down Ryan’s back and grabbed the brunette beauty by her hair. She pulled hard, yanking Ryan’s face back, away from Riley’s cunt. At the same moment, Riley wrapped Ryan’s clit with her tongue, lips and teeth and sucked and bit with all of her skill, struggling to give her rival just the right combination of pain and pleasure. The shock was just enough to push Ryan over the edge.

“Oh God, you FUCKING WHORE!!” Ryan shrieked. Her cunt convulsed and erupted, ejaculating powerfully, over and over, into Riley’s beautiful face. The blonde clamped her mouth over Ryan’s palpitating cunt and tried to take all of the hot cum in her mouth. An instant later, however, her own pussy exploded in release as she hit the limits of her control. Riley was not even able to swallow the cum when the detonation in her body released a wave of pleasure so intense she could only throw back her head and scream in ecstasy. The two women moaned and screamed as they rolled back and forth, their powerful thighs clamped tightly over the other’s head, holding them both in place as they ejaculated onto each other over and over.

Riley and Ryan finally stopped thrashing on the ground. Ryan was on top when their pleasure-wracked catball stopped rolling. She was in a sexual daze, but she lowered her cum-splattered face and began licking and lapping up the creamy cum covering Riley’s inner thighs and succulent fuckmeat. Riley raised her head and sucked up as much of the ejaculate coating Ryan’s lower body as she could.

Grunting, the women rolled apart. They got to their knees and glared at each other. Cum dripped off their gorgeous faces, it coated their hair. Their bulging chests were splattered with creamy ejaculate. Ryan and Riley threw themselves together, tits slapping, bellies clapping with the impact. Arms wrapped around backs, they pulled each other in, and they locked mouths. Moaning in shared delight, they sloshed the cum in their mouths back and forth, sharing it with each other, sucking it back and forth, mixing it with spit.

For several minutes, the erotic rivals kissed passionately, playing with their mixed, shared cum, until the slimy mixture dribbled from their mouths, down their chins, to the quivering cleavage formed by their mashed tits. They split the gooey mass in their mouths and swallowed it back, both fighting to take more. They broke the kiss and began licking up the dribble.
Ryan and Riley pressed forehead to forehead, their tongues licking and pushing. Their throbbing tits pulsed, nipple fused to nipple.

“I’m glad to see you’re willing to get in the gutter with me, fuck bitch,” Riley whispered. “I like it. It’s going to make it so much better. I’m going to take my time humiliating you.”

“I’m willing to go deeper in the gutter than you, cunt whore,” Ryan whispered back. “I can out-slut you with my eyes closed, and I’m going to prove that when I fuck you into a stain on the bed.”

“I’m going to break you, cunt,” Riley moaned, shoving her tongue into Ryan’s ear.

“I’m going to suck you dry, whore,” Ryan moaned back. She bit Riley on the edge of her jaw.

The women rubbed their tits aggressively against the other pair, then separated and sat back on their asses. As much as they had enjoyed finger-fucking and eating each other, they both knew that the true battle, the real test of woman to woman, was between their legs. They leaned back, eyes locked. Riley and Ryan began stroking, teasing their ravenous twats. They stroked their hot clits and pressed on their delicious fuckmeat, helping their swollen clits pop free.

“Are you ready to settle this, Riley?” Ryan purred seductively. Her blue eyes blazed with lust.

“Whenever you’re ready, Ryan,” the blonde whispered, her body, her cunt, aching for the final showdown.

Smiling, the women slid across the carpet on their lush asses, legs spread wide, and prepared to lock up in the final fuck.

Part III

Riley and Ryan spread their legs and aimed their pink, hot, naked cunts directly at each other. The women smiled. They had cum more times than either of them ever had before in their lives yet, somehow, they were both fully sexually energized. The stunning pleasure they had given to each other seemed to feed their erotic energy but it was still not enough to satisfy them, making them hornier than ever.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out, baby,” Ryan purred as she slipped her left leg over Riley’s right, as Riley’s right came over her left. Both women wrapped a leg around the other’s hip. Their skin sizzled everywhere they touched, every nerve on fire with sexual desire. Their cunts burned like furnaces as the succulent fuckmeat closed on each other.

“I’m going to make you cum inside of me and cream all over me, fucker,” Riley moaned. Their aching pussies were now only an inch apart, their throbbing, twitching clits seemed drawn to each other like sexual magnets. “I’m going to put you in your place once and for all.”

“My place is inside of you and on top of you, whore,” Ryan whispered. The women glared, blue eyes locked to green. Pure lust set their luscious bodies on fire. For both women, the memory of the incredible fucking they had delivered to each other on the outside deck blazed in their minds. That had been the most incredible fuck either woman had ever experienced. They could already tell that what they were about to do to each other would be even better. They panted with excitement. Their big tits jiggled, drop of ejaculate dripping off the tips of their engorged nipples. They could not wait to start fucking.

“Cunt to cunt and clit to clit, slut,” Riley growled. “We don’t stop until we both know who’s the better bitch.”

“Fine by me, you fuck,” Ryan grunted.

Ryan and Riley closed the final inch between their raging twats. Thick, juicy bare fuck lips squashed, the wet, spongy flesh mashing and melding. The impact spread their fuckholes, opening their vaginas, pushing out their labia, letting the slick, hot inner flesh merge and melt in a flare of delicious heat. Every excruciatingly sensitive nerve melded to its counterpart in the other woman’s cunt. A strong suction formed between their hot, wet fuckholes, locking the women together, sucking them in, forming an unbreakable bond. A blast of raw pleasure flowed through their beautiful bodies, filling them to the brim. Finally, their swollen, throbbing clits met head to head. The unbearably sensitive nerve-rich rods crushed and exploded with heat and electricity, sending flaring pulses of pure pleasure through every cell in the women’s pudenda, setting their aching cunts on fire from their juicy fuck lips to the very core of their wombs.

“CHRIST, FUCKING CHRIST!!” Ryan howled, her body jerking in ecstasy as the intense pleasure filled her entire voluptuous body, pushing her almost to the breaking point. It was unbelievable, an unbearable sensation of pure erotic joy. She threw back her head and screamed in bliss.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCCCKKK!!” Riley shrieked, her body shuddering and convulsing from the tip of her clit to the tip of her toes. “OH MY GOD!!”

The women thrust together with all their power, locking their genitals. They glared at each other, their beautiful faces contorted by expressions that combined insane lust, absolute rage, pure hate and even a touch of shared gratitude as they inflicted more and more pleasure. They began to grind mercilessly, intent on fucking the other woman down, on breaking the other bitch’s body and cunt with their own. They grabbed each other by the back of the head, placed a hand on the other’s muscular thigh, and pumped and bucked frantically, fucking and fucking, grinding clits with all their strength.

Waves of ecstasy coursed through their bucking, jerking bodies, overwhelming their senses. Ryan and Riley forced themselves to keep going, forced their bodies to accept the delirious pleasure and the building sexual tension, as they fought to prove which of them was the stronger, better woman. They pulled hair, they turned their bodies at an angle and slipped into the fork of the other’s legs so their juicy cunts could lock even more tightly.

Gripping each other’s thighs, the women pounded and bucked ferociously, their clits glued together, their pussy lips sucked and fused. Cunt juice flowed between their sealed twats, soaking the intersection of their bodies, lubricating every delicious thrust. Their cunts gripped each other tightly, refusing to let go, wrestling and sucking, trying to overpower the other woman’s cunt, to devour the other alive.

The women gasped and moaned, their cries of pleasure growing louder and higher as they fucked relentlessly. Their massive tits bounced furiously, sweat and tit juice spraying from the bouncing orbs with every jolt.

“You whore, you dirty, fucking whore,” Ryan cursed through clenched teeth as she worked her hips and ass, drilling her cunt deep and hard into Riley’s cunt, gripping the woman’s thigh for leverage as she fucked as hard as she could. She pulled Riley’s face closer to her own by the back of the woman’s head, wanting to see the moment when her cunt destroyed the blonde’s juicy twat.

“You cunteating fuck,” Riley gasped back. “You filthy slut!” Riley pumped back just as hard, giving as good as she was getting, struggling to grind the whore’s clit into submission.

The pleasure built and built inside of them, growing and growing in waves of pure ecstasy, driving them insane with desire.

“Oh, Jesus Fuck,” Ryan thought to herself. “Oh Fucking God!” This feels so good, so fucking good, so fucking, fucking good. She did not want it to stop. Her body was on fire, her nerves screamed with pleasure, every part of her body was vibrating with erotic sensations and power.

Riley threw back her head and moaned in agony as she struggled to hold back the incredible, devastating orgasm building in her core. She knew that when she came it would destroy her, it would be an explosion of unbelievable ecstasy that would blow her mind. She felt herself vibrating in every muscle and every nerve, she felt her entire body burning, alive with sexual energy. She could not believe another woman could fuck her like this and she loved every moment, she loved every excruciating thrust from her rival that somehow added even more to the exquisite agony wracking her body. She did not want it to end, but she also did not want to be beaten. “Oh Christ,” she thought to herself, “Oh Fucking God, please don’t let this end.” But she knew it had to and she was determined she would be the bitch to crawl away from this fight, she would be victorious against her unbelievable rival.

The fucking went on and on, the women frantically grinding and pumping until their lush bodies were soaked with sweat and other secretions. They gasped and panted, approaching the limits of what they could endure. Their lush bodies trembled and shook, their muscles quivered, pulled as taut as bows, alive with sexual tension, begging for the exquisite release that would carry them to absolute ecstasy.

Riley and Ryan felt the end coming. They felt the tension boiling inside of them. They pulled each other in tight, crying out as their over-sensitive tits crushed, nipple searing to nipple. Their thick titflesh squashed, feeding pleasure onto the excruciating pleasure already radiating in waves from their inosculated cunts and their knotted clits. They pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead. They locked into a long, hot kiss, twisting tongues, sucking, trading spit. They struggled to push their opponent over the edge, knowing that they were on the verge of exploding.

“Oh God, you fuck, you dirty little fuck,” Riley sobbed, her voice shaking with passion and tension.

“Whore, fucking, cunteating whore,” Ryan sobbed, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper as she struggled to hold back the orgasmic monster beating at the doors.

The women looked deep into each other’s eyes as the end came for both of them at once. They could not take anymore. Their clits exploded, setting every nerve on fire, sending building waves of pure ecstasy filling every muscle, releasing tidal waves of tension that rolled away from the beautiful women’s bucking bodies like water.

The women locked hands and held each other as their bodies shook. They threw back their heads and screamed and screamed, their howls of sexual nirvana filling the factory, echoing out into the industrial park beyond. Their cunts closed like fleshy traps and they squeezed until they trembled with effort. Gushers of hot ejaculate flowed from the women’s interlocked cunts, injected into their vaginal canals, mixing into a creamy froth, filling both women with molten heat. Their hips and asses jerked, and every muscle convulsed as they lost all control of their bodies.

Screaming, Riley and Ryan released their hands and fell onto their backs. Their long, lush bodies writhed and bucked, thrashed and undulated wildly as they fucked orgasm after orgasm out of each other. Their nipples ejaculated, their pussies unleashed geysers of hot ejaculate, their bodies gleamed with sweat as they bridged, ramming themselves into each other as hard and deep as humanly possible, crushing their clits with all their power.

The writhing, moaning, gasping women writhed and wriggled for some time more. It was more than a half hour later before their bodies were finally still. Their tits jiggled tautly as their breath came in desperate pants. Their hearts pounded. The women lay flat on their backs on the carpet, collapsed in a pool of sweat and cum, their twats locked into each other, sealed tight, their swollen clits twisted into a knot, the heat and pleasure continuing to pulse through their exhausted bodies.

Their sweat-soaked hair fanned out under their heads like wings. The women had fucked each other senseless once more. This time, the mutual fucking was even more intense, more mind-blowing than what they had done to each other on the deck.

Neither woman was capable of thought. They could only feel the intense sensations reverberating through their incredible bodies. They lay lost in the afterglow, floating on a cloud of sexual bliss and satisfaction, drifting in and out of consciousness.
After some time, Riley stirred. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down her luscious body to where she and Ryan were locked together in a fuck join, their succulent cunts sealed around each other. She moaned, lifted her ass, and cried out as a spasm of pure pleasure rippled through her body as her clit pulled against Ryan’s clit. Ryan moaned and jerked. Riley gingerly reached between her legs and used her thumb to slowly, delicately unhook her pulsing clit from Ryan’s clit. Bracing her body, with a gasp, she sucked her cunt apart from Ryan’s hungry twat. The women moaned as their bodies separated. Cum splattered down to the rug as a gusher of ejaculate flowed away from their separated twats.

Riley turned herself on her side, then rolled to her knees. She could barely move. She felt exhausted in her muscles, in her core, yet also strangely elated. There was some deep, sexual part of her that still had strength. For now, she was not able to tap it. She pulled herself up onto the bed, lifted the quilt, and slid under the sheets. She reached for the remote and clicked it. The lights in the factory shut off, except for the dull glows coming from the distant kitchen area and the exit lights. The early light just before dawn lit the sky and filtered through the factory’s skylights.

Riley did not know if she was the winner of their epic fuckfight, but she felt she had done all she could. She drifted off to an exhausted sleep, her luscious, voluptuous body completely and totally relaxed from the most deliciously powerful set of orgasms she had ever experienced.

It was only minutes later that Riley snapped back to awareness. The blonde woman felt the weight of another body on the bed. By the light coming through the skylights, she could see Ryan’s glistening body as the brunette pulled back the sheets and slipped under. Ryan wasted no time. She crawled to the center of the double bed, where Riley was resting, and mounted the blonde beauty.

The two women’s bodies burned with sexual electricity as their luscious flesh united once more. Ryan’s perfect body fit perfectly over Riley’s equally perfect form. They gasped as heavy, throbbing tits crushed and mashed tight, thick titflesh resisting full compression as Ryan’s weight settled on Riley’s chest. Their nipples pulsed with heat and became brown shafts. The women rolled their tits on each other until their nipples lined up and sucked tight. Warm, taut bellies settled, deep navels sucked. Their legs twined for a moment, bare toes caressing thick calves, smooth thighs pressing tight. Then Riley eagerly spread her legs wide letting Ryan settle between them. Riley tilted her pelvis up, giving Ryan better access to her wet, hot cunt. She gripped the brunette’s round, firm ass tightly. The women rested nose to nose, sharing hot breath, watching each other, pure lust flaring in their eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Riley,” Ryan whispered to her foe. “We said we would not stop until we knew which of us is the better bitch. You haven’t surrendered yet.”

“I’m more than ready for you, cunt,” Riley replied. “I left you in a puddle of cum on the floor and I’m happy to do the same to you in this bed.”

“Good,” Ryan breathed. She slid her engorged clit down along Riley’s slick cuntlips and pressed her clit head to head with the blonde’s swollen sex horn. The women moaned as one, gasping in ecstasy. Their beautiful bodies trembled as they resumed the fuckwar. Riley and Ryan smiled at each other, their feverish grins revealing how much they wanted to continue.

Over the next hour, they fucked slow and hard, their hips and asses rolling and pumping in rhythm, their legs twining, their bodies locking in a full body fuck. They were soon slick with sweat and pussy juice, trapped in the erotic furnace under the quilt. They could have thrown it off but both women wanted the heat and the sweat. They panted and moaned and cursed, mouth to mouth, but did not kiss. It was only at the end, as their bodies convulsed in sexual ecstasy, that Ryan and Riley locked their mouths in a deep, passionate kiss and swallowed their screams and shrieks of pleasure.

They lay wrapped together, soaked in sweat and cum, under the sheets. They lay almost completely still for some time, the only movement their gently undulating asses as they continued to rub pussies and roll their tits. Finally, Ryan groaned and rolled off of Riley’s luscious, voluptuous body. She threw back the quilt as she did so. The naked women lay side by side, panting, their tits jiggling. Their nipples were joined by thick strands of nipple cum, where they had ejaculated into each other’s tits. Their red pussies were linked by strands of viscous cum. Their bodies glistened with the moisture of sex fluids and sweat.

After a while, Riley turned her head to stare at Ryan. Ryan felt the movement and turned her head to return the stare. Riley stroked Ryan’s wet thigh.

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” the blonde murmured. “So, so fucking good…”

“So are you,” Ryan whispered. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” the blonde moaned. She rolled onto Ryan, who eagerly opened her legs and pulled Riley down on her.
“Are you ready for another round, baby?” the blonde asked, as she arranged her body on top of her fuck rival.

“I’m ready whenever you are, bitch.”

Riley slid her clit into place on top of Ryan’s throbbing clit. The women gasped, their incredible bodies shuddered in ecstasy.
“Oh baby, I’m going to fuck you raw,” Riley purred. Her ass and hips moved slow and hard, driving deep and strong. She moaned as the pleasure began to build again.

“I’m going to drain every drop of cum from you, fuck whore,” Ryan murmured back. Her body moved with Riley’s, keeping them sealed together. The women watched each other through half-closed eyes, their pants and moans spiraling higher and higher until, finally, Ryan spread her legs wide at the highest moment of ecstasy and shrieked in pleasure as she came again and again. Riley came with her, injecting her cum over and over into the beautiful bitch beneath her, trembling as she released her sexual tension again and again.

Riley rolled off of Ryan. A few minutes later, Ryan rolled back into position on top of her blonde enemy and they began to fuck once again.

This battle went on all morning, a war of attrition, both women striving to fuck their enemy to exhaustion and claim victory in their relentless fuckwar.

At some point in the mid-afternoon, Riley woke to find Ryan lying beside her, propped up on an elbow, playing with the blonde’s tits. When Ryan saw the other woman was awake, she smiled and lowered her head to Riley’s massive tit and began to feast on the stiff nipple. Riley writhed and bucked as her rival mauled her tits, sucking back a hint of hot ejaculate from her nipple. Ryan slid her hand down Riley’s bare belly and cupped and then stroked her wet, cum-slimed twat. Riley summoned all her will and pushed the other woman away.

“Fucker,” she gasped. “Are you ready for another round, bitch?”

“I’m more than ready, baby,” Ryan smiled. “Are you?”

Riley grinned and lay back on the bed. “Come and get it, cunt,” she purred, spreading her legs. Suddenly, her expression changed completely. There was something on her left ankle. She sat up and pulled back the sheet. At the same time, she pulled up her ankle. Her leg came to an abrupt stop with a “clank”. To her horror, she saw that the ankle cuff was now on her! Riley looked at Ryan with a flash of rage, but the dark-haired beauty had already rolled off the bed and stood several feet away. She dangled the key to the cuff in her hand.

“I had the good luck of waking up before you and I saw this neat little key on the ground… well, the rest you can tell.” Ryan smiled viciously.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Riley cried. She climbed out of the bed, but the length of the chain did not allow her to do more than stand beside it. “This is cheating!”

“No, I think it’s pretty fair, actually,” Ryan said. She smiled as she walked around Riley in a wide arc, just out of range of being grabbed. She reached the chest at the foot of the bed. Riley leaped at the chest, which she could easily reach from the bed, but Ryan used the moment to pull the large container further away and out of range of Riley’s punches and kicks. She opened the chest, rummaged through it, and came up with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“This chest is almost magical. You’ll have to thank your accomplices for providing so many things.”

Riley glared, her chest heaving.

“I’m going to have to borrow your come fuck me pumps, baby,” Ryan smiled. “They seem to be the only footware around.”

“Let me go, Ryan,” Riley said. “You win. I concede. Just let me go.”

“Not yet, you blonde whore,” Ryan said. She pulled on the t-shirt, which bulged under the weight of her incredible rack, and slipped on the sweat pants. Ryan walked over to the table and picked up the cell phone. She waggled it at Riley. “I think I need this too.”

The brunette picked up Riley’s pumps, where she had left them beside the TV. Barefoot, she began to walk towards the exit of the factory.

“You can’t just leave me here!” Riley cried. “The guys behind this will kill me when they find out what happened!”

Ryan smiled as she turned around. “Here, baby,” she said. She threw the key towards the kitchen area of the factory floor. It was about 15 meters from Riley. “I think you can drag that bed to the key. It will just take you a little while. In the meantime, I’m gone.” She turned and continued her walk to the exit. She was sure that she could force the gate to the stairs and get down and she planned to call the police as soon as she was out of the factory. She glanced back one final time. Riley had thrown the mattress off the bed and was now dragging the frame across the floor. She was still about 7 meters from the key.

“You’re a great fuck, Riley,” Ryan called back. “The best fuck I’ve ever had. Thanks, cunt.”

“Fuck you, whore!” Riley screamed at her angrily.

Ryan smiled and sashayed out of the exit.

Epilogue:

Agent Debra Atwater undid the top two buttons on her shirt and puffed out her impressive chest. The FBI agent’s shirts tended to strain to contain her massive, beautiful tits and she often felt herself compelled to release the pressure on her puppies at some time during the course of the day. It was usually a bit of a difficult decision. She knew how gorgeous and voluptuous she was and exposing her considerable cleavage always proved to be a distraction to fellow agents – men and women. Today, however, she was releasing her breasts early in the day. She had a meeting with Ryan Hartley, the recent kidnapped heiress, and she wanted to make a point to the beautiful young woman. She was especially interested in having a conversation with Ms. Hartley after she had received the result of the forensic lab tests. The technicians who had gone over the factory in which Ms. Hartley was held had returned some very, very interesting results and Agent Atwater wanted to discuss those results with Ms. Hartley in person. Debra considered letting down her red hair, that was now tied up in a tight bun on top of her head, but decided that would be a bit too forward.

The FBI agent was the lead officer on Ms. Hartley’s kidnapping. The missing heiress had turned up a day after her initial kidnapping, dressed in a tight (and very revealing, given her incredible physique) t-shirt, sweat pants and, incongruously, some expensive leather pumps. She had called police on a cellphone that she had stolen from her kidnappers. The physical exam that followed Ms. Hartley’s rescue indicated that her body was riddled with bite marks, handprints and scratches, but the woman swore she had not been the victim of a sexual assault. The lab results that came back several days after the recovery of the heiress complicated the story. Agent Atwater now had to get to the bottom of the matter.

The agent walked up the paved concourse leading to the Hartley mansion carrying her briefcase. She pushed the doorbell. Chimes rang deep in the house. Atwater was familiar with the house, having spent the evening of the kidnapping here, going over Ms. Hartley’s things looking for clues, consoling and counselling the parents, and monitoring the ransom call when it came. The door opened and the butler, Eric, greeted her warmly.

“Agent Atwater. What a pleasure to see you again. Ms. Hartley is waiting to talk to you in the library.”

“Thanks, Eric.”

The butler led the agent through the mansion to a set of massive, dark oak doors. He opened them onto an enormous, two storey library. Light streamed in from the wall of windows facing the door. The rest of the room was lined with bookshelves and furnished with dark wooden tables, leather wingback chairs, and all the other accoutrements of a classical library. Ryan Hartley was sitting in a leather chair facing a fireplace. She stood up as the agent entered and walked towards the redheaded women, eager to greet her. Agent Atwater was a bit surprised but secretly thrilled to see how Ryan was dressed – in a tight black dress that hugged her impressive curves and revealed much of her bulging chest through a deep, plunging neckline. The heiress’ powerful legs were bare and her feet clad in two-inch heels.

As the women shook hands, they sized each other up. Atwater was not at all surprised to feel a shock of sexual tension pass between them when the bare skin of their hands touched. From the moment she had met Ryan, after the heiress had first been rescued, she had detected a powerful sexual aura. Ryan took a very conspicuous look down the agent’s impressive cleavage. The agent returned the favour, taking in Ryan’s luscious curves and the thick, round orbs on her chest. The women’s eyes locked and heat passed between the two beautiful women.

“Please, take a seat,” Ryan said, breaking the spell as she gestured to the wingback chairs by the fireplace.

“Thanks very much,” Atwater acknowledged. She sat down and then passed on the offer of refreshments from the butler. She wanted to get right to the point.

“Ms. Hartley, our investigation has turned up some very…unusual things about your capture and containment. I’d like to discuss them with you.”

Ryan nodded for the agent to continue.

Atwater pulled a file out of her briefcase. “This is the report from the forensics team that examined the factory where you were held hostage. The report is very interesting. It reveals that there was a copious amount of DNA left behind by your captors, especially one woman. We have hair samples, so we know she is a natural blonde. We have some skin samples from a few other suspects, but this woman has left DNA all over the place.”

Atwater looked up at Ryan, whose beautiful face seemed fixed in a neutral position.

“We also have identified a great deal of DNA from you. A lot of it is mixed in with what we have of the blonde woman. That includes hair. A lot of her hair was tangled up with yours. A lot of her… bodily emissions were mixed up with your bodily emissions.”

Again, Atwater looked at Ryan. There was no reaction.

“Ms. Hartley, you have told us that you were held at the factory and that you were alone. You claim you managed to slip your restraints and recover a phone that the kidnappers very stupidly and carelessly left behind. But all of the evidence we have contradicts what you are saying. Clearly, there was at least one blonde woman who was there, at the factory, apparently acting as your minder. We know that you were genuinely kidnapped. But a lot of the evidence we have from the factory is the kind of stuff we find at places where there has been a lot of sexual activity. It really starts to look like you staged your own kidnapping so you could meet with a female lover.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Agent Atwater,” Ryan said. “As you know, my life is an open book. It is common knowledge that I have a very active sex life and that I am very aggressively bisexual. There is no need for me to stage a kidnapping to meet a lover or to attract attention to myself. I have more than enough of both.”

“I know, which is what makes this whole lab report so puzzling,” the agent replied. “Please explain to me what is going on here.”

Ryan considered. “You are a very beautiful and voluptuous woman, Agent Atwater.”

The agent said nothing but did not acknowledge the compliment.

“You may be aware that, sometimes, certain types of women…. work out conflict between themselves in very sexual ways. I am that kind of woman. So was my captor. We decided to ‘work out’ our differences in a more peaceful and pleasurable way. That is what your lab report shows.”

The agent felt herself getting hot but kept her cool. She knew exactly what Ryan was talking about. Indeed, she had participated in such “conflict resolution” exercises herself in the past, but she did not feel ready to admit that – though the heiress seemed to have a strong sense of that anyway.

“So, you and this blonde woman had a sexfight?”

Ryan smiled. “We had several. In fact, we fucked each other’s brains out. In the end – well, I am here now. So I think you can infer how our conflict ended.”

“Could you identify this woman if you saw her again?”

Ryan smiled wider. “Of course I could, but of course I will not. You surely understand that, Agent Atwater. I have not told you what really happened because I don’t want to see her arrested. If you do pick her up, I have no intention of testifying against her.”

“You would protect a criminal who assisted in your kidnapping?”

“As I said, the woman and I worked out our conflict in our own way. She lost. That is punishment enough for her.”

Atwater glared at Ryan, a bit frustrated.

“Do you have any contact with this woman?”

Ryan shook her head. “No, I do not.”

“Do you intend to reach out to her?”

“I do not and I don’t know how to, anyway. As far as I am concerned, my relationship with her is over and ended.”

Atwater gathered up the report and put it in her briefcase. She felt a bit hot and she was conscious of the fact that her nipples had swollen and her thong was damp. Just thinking about this magnificent dark-haired woman locked up in an epic fuckfight with her blonde captor set Atwater’s juices flowing.

“I suppose we have nothing more to discuss.” She pulled out her card and handed it to Ryan. “If anything comes up, if you change your mind or…,” here she paused a moment to add emphasis, “… if you’d like to discuss anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

The redhead and brunette exchanged a hot, secret smile. They both knew what Atwater was suggesting.

“Thank you, Agent Atwater. Maybe I will call you in a few weeks, once things calm down and if anything occurs to me.”

Ryan walked the Agent to the library door. They shook hands, their bare palms lingering a bit too long. Atwater’s nipples tented her shirt; she was glad she had on a jacket. Ryan had no such protection. She was clearly considering the agent’s invitation.

The women parted. As Atwater walked down the walkway, she breathed deeply, trying to calm down. In her car, she examined the report once more. The amount of female sexual secretion the lab had found was phenomenal. It gave her some idea of what the heiress was capable as a sexual warrior. Atwater swallowed and forced herself to calm down again. She hoped that Ryan would call her at some point in the near future.

Ryan watched the agent leave. She smiled. The woman was clearly interested in getting between Ryan’s legs. The lab report had probably lit a fire under the agent. Ryan planned to follow up. Right now, however, something else was preoccupying her mind. A letter had arrived that morning from an unknown address. It had contained a very interesting proposition.

Epilogue II:

Ryan Hartley pulled up to the old motel in her Mercedes sports car. It had been a more than two hour drive, out to the middle of nowhere, but she appreciated the need for the remote setting. She slipped out of her car and looked at the key in her hand. It was for room 7, near the end of the row of apartments. She glanced towards the motel office. There were a few cars and trucks parked outside of different units, but the place was mostly empty.

Ryan was wearing a short red dress and sandals. Other than that, she was naked under her clothing. Her long, black hair flowed free. She grabbed her purse, locked the car and made her way to room 7. Ryan paused before the weathered door, then knocked gently.

“It’s open,” called out a familiar voice from inside. Ryan pushed the door open and stepped into the dark interior. The drapes to the room were drawn, mostly blocking out the sun. A light was on beside the night table. Riley was sitting on the bed, cross-legged. She was completely nude.

Ryan felt her heart pounding in her throat, her breath coming in hitching pants. She dropped her purse on the dresser inside the door, slipped out of her sandals, and then pulled her red dress over her head. In an instant, she was nude, too. She tossed the dress aside.

For a few moments, the naked, voluptuous women glared at each other, their eyes roaming hungrily over the other woman’s lush, naked body. It had been nearly six weeks since they had parted, almost four weeks since Ryan had received the key and the cryptic message, naming only the motel and its address.

Ryan climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged, facing Riley. The women’s eyes locked. They felt the waves of lust, the pure desire that flowed between them. Both women watched with growing hunger as the other woman’s body reacted to their presence. Heavy, thick tits grew bigger, more taut, their nipples jutting like spears. Their clean-shaven pussies lubricated and glistened with cunt juice. They sat in silence, drinking in the other woman’s presence, basking in the growing and intoxicating odor of aroused cunt. Ryan and Riley moaned, letting their senses slowly overflow with the sexual energies they fed each other.

“I’ve rented this room for a week,” Riley finally whispered. “I think that should be long enough for us to settle things between us.”

“I think that will be enough,” Ryan gasped. Her excitement was building to a fever.

“No more talk,” Riley groaned. “Last time, you cheated and got away. This time, no cheating. Just you against me, body to body, clit to clit, woman to woman. No stopping until one of us can’t go on. Do you agree?”

“Of course,” Ryan grunted. She felt the lust raging insides. She did not want to talk. She needed to act.

Smiling, the women sat back and spread their legs. They smiled in joy as they examined the other woman’s hot, wet genitals.
“Oh fuck,” Ryan moaned. “I can’t wait any longer…”

“Neither can I, baby,” Riley groaned.

Riley and Ryan reached for each other. Arms twined around backs, heavy tits mated, hot bellies slapped. The women cried out as their bodies mated, as their flesh flowed together in a shock of erotic electricity. Crying out with joy and need, they fell to the bed, their bodies twining together. Soon, the bed was rocking, the creaking of the bed filled the room, and the cries of two women in heat echoed out into the desert air.

An hour or so behind on the highway, Agent Debra Atwater followed the tracking chip she had placed on Ryan’s car. The heiress had come to rest at a backwater motel more than another hour down the highway.

“I wonder what she is doing there?” Atwater said aloud. However, she had a pretty good idea of what the errant heiress was doing. Atwater smiled. She intended to crash the party. She gunned her car engine, sped up a bit, and raced down the highway towards the motel.

The End

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