Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:03:02 GMT
The Season’s Beatings PPV is well under way, Sammie Sinclair, Bunny Cooper, and Katya Michalka have just finished firing t-shirts to the crowd for nearly ten minutes and wishing everyone a Happy Holidays. They hand over the air cannons and all three grab an arm load of t-shirts and toss them to the cheering FAWNatics.
The trio of Upstarts finally send the last of the shirts flying and wave to the crowd as they head to the back. The fans begin wondering what’s coming next when the FAWNatron snaps to life. Standing next to a Christmas tree Bethany Christian dressed in her normal business dress suit, though she does sport a festive pin on her lapel. “Our next match will be coming from the Mansion, in a special Victoria Christmas apartment match.”
The screen splits to show a Victorian style study, a large tree, roaring fire, bear skin rug, desks, couches, and book shelves fill the room. In the room referee Al Carpenter stands with a Santa hat on his head as he seems be enjoying the setting, he even has a cup of eggnog in hand. Bethany continues, “Cindy Bash and Aloisia Berg will be spreading the Christmas cheer for your entertainment.”
The Screen changes to a full screen shot of the study as Cindy Bash enters wearing a red and green bustier, red panties and green stockings. She also wears a cloak of green that hangs down to mid thigh. Al points to a spot where Cindy should wait for her opponent. A moment later Aloisia walks into the Study, she’s clad in a red and red candy striped bustier and red panties and stockings. White fur trims her cleavage and the top of the stockings. Al points her to a spot opposite the room from Cindy.
“Ladies, this is an apartment match, the room will be yours. The match will end with submission, or KO. I’ll be monitoring from outside the room and will not open the door until there is a winner.” Carpenter looks at both women and seeing neither has any questions. Al goes to the table with food and a large bowl of eggnog and refills his cup, “The match will begin when I close the door. “
The tall man walks to the only door in the room and turns to back out of the room, adding “You may begin.”
He closes the door and a loud click follows.
Aloisia whirls about to size up Cindy. The Polynesian woman's height and weight advantage are negligible. Still, the Bashes are as notorious handful and Aloisia barely survived Kimmy, much less beat her. And, Cindy is actually kind of pretty, in an evil country girl way. Aloisia pushes through this thought just as she realizes the misteltoe is directly above her. Aloisia looks straight ahead again in time to catch a fist across the jaw.
Berge spirals to the hardwood floor, catching herself with her hands. Cindy looms above her, guffawing. “Damn, bitch! On your knees already!” Bash stomps on the small of Berge's back, grabbing a handful of the foreign fighter's hair and ripping her head back. “Whatsamatter, girl? Scared I'll do worse to you than what Belle and MacKenna did when they beat the shit outta you and posted the humiliation online?”
Aloisia feels her ears burn with embarrassment. Cindy obviously relishes it, seeing the woman's cheeks pink up. “Oh, yeah. Everyone saw that. Shocked you'd accept another fight like this. Or maybe that's what you're hoping for!” Cindy licks her teeth. “Want a li'l taste of Cindy?”
Aloisia rolls, kicking her leg up and slamming it into Cindy's side. Bash lets go of the mane and stumbles to the side. Berge hops up and rushes into Cindy, locking up at the shoulders.
“I already tasted your cousin,” Aloisia scoffs, trying to push Cindy back towards the bar. “Bitter, trashy, fatty.”
Cindy just laughs, rolling back and flipping Aloisia across the floor. “If you're using that to get in my head, you're really dumb for a doctorate!” The half-Japanese woman slams her foot between Aloisia's shoulder blades. “Kimmy's her own problem. But me?” Cindy reaches over, cupping her nails on top of Aloisia's cleavage and raking back. “I'm yours!”
Aloisia yells, clutching her doube-d's. She slides away, feeling humiliated at the truth she is not much of a catfighter and at letting Cindy into her head at the match's start. But Aloisia is a fighter and, damn it, she'll be damned if she'll let this woman get the best of her. As Cindy strides towards her, Aloisia kicks at Cindy's stockinged foot, hoping the polished floor is slick enough to put her attacker off balance.
Cindy's legs slide apart from each other and she catches herself, slamming her palms onto the hardwood floor, before she does full splits. Cindy looks up at Aloisia and starts to yell but a stockinged foot slams into her forehead. Cindy spills backwards, managing not to konk her head somehow.
Aloisia gathers herself and rises. She grabs Bash's left leg and slams a kick right where the leg and gluteus maximus meet. The German yanks the stem around before raising a foot and stomping down Cindy's thigh. Bash stifles a yell, instead raising her other foot and stomping on Aloisia's knee. Berge yelps and Bash snakes the same foot behind the calf supporting her opponent, yanking forward. Aloisia backwards topples onto the floor.
Like a hellcat, Cindy scrambles on top of Aloisia, socking her across the jaw, snapping her head to the side. Sinking her hair into Aloisia's brown tresses, Cindy pulls her head up and slams it back down on the floor over and over. Cindy peppers in butt slams, raising and dropping herself on Aloisia's belly to wind her a bit. Aloisia shoves at her attack fruitlessly. When the Japanese redneck doesn't dislodge, Aloisia kicks her legs up, hoping to cup them around Bash's neck and pry her off.
Berge doesn’t get a good lock on Bash, but enough to send her rolling across the hard wood floor. Both brunettes are cautious getting to their feet, careful stocking feet don’t slip on the polished hardwood. Cindy comes up near the tree and bends down grabbing one of the presents, she shakes it. Aloisia charges over looking to tackle Bash to the floor again, but Cindy raises the pretty wrapped box and clunks Berge on the top of the head.
Aloisia’s knees buckle, she grabs Cindy around the waist to keep from falling, It’s clear something heavy is in the box and Bash sends it down on top of Aloisia’s head again. This one puts Aloisia on her knees as Cindy toss the present aside and it lands with a loud THUMP!.
The Virginian laughs, “Tis better to give than receive.”
Cindy moves behind the dazed German and hooks her under the arms, chickenwinging both limbs and shoves Aloisia towards the bar. Bending Berge over Cindy pushes Aloisia’s proud rack down onto the edge of the bar and presses all of her weight on the German’s back. The hidden camera at the bar shows Aloisia’s huge boobs getting crushed between the hardwood of the bar and Bash and the amount of pain it’s causing the brunette.
“So what's that PhD in?” Cindy giggles into Aloisia's ear. “Losing Studies? Career Wreckanomics?”
Aloisia wants to spit a reply but Cindy somehow manages to push even more weight down on Aloisia, causing little more than a pained squeak from the busty Polynesian woman. Cindy's breasts grind into her back while the half-Japanese woman presses Aloisia's face down hard into the bar. The pain doubles at Bash manages to drive her knee up into Aloisia's holiest of holies. Helpless to do anything but take the full brunt of the attack, Berge finds her voice again and cries out. Bash pushes off of her opponent, allowing the academic to slide off of the bar and drop to her knees while cradling her womanhood, gasping in pain.
KONK! Cindy slams her foot into the back of Aloisia's head, slamming the woman's head against the bar. Aloisia cradles her head, catching herself with her hand. Cindy's eyes, however, trail back to gift she clocked Aloisia with. She looks at the ribbon and notices a tag. “From Rue Ann, to Whoever.” Her eyes skim to another gift. Different handwriting – much sloppier. “From Trixie Decker, to some poor sucker.” Before she can inspect the rest, she realizes Aloisia is shaking off her cobwebs.
Aloisia feels hands dive into her long hair, pulling her up to her feet. A hand dives between her legs, dipping into her panties, and Cindy's talons find their way to the sweet meat. A claw hold crushes Aloisia's pussy and the German can only bite back the scream. Suddenly, Cindy heaves Aloisia up across her shoulders, belly down, and carries her. Cindy scans the room to see how many cameras she can spot. She spies a camera under the table of Christmas party refreshments, looking up into the bowl of egg nog. “Who wants a drink?” Cindy asks as she stomps over.
Fighting through the throbbing pain, Aloisia snaps back into the fight. Realizing she's about to get the Christmas version of advanced interrogation, the German woman's hands search out the face of her opponent for an eye rake.
If she had been looking up the eye rake would have been much easier, but face down across Cindy’s shoulders it creates an awkward angle for Berge. Aloisia changes her target and jams her hand inside Bash’s top scooping her breast out of its confinement with ease and claps down on the defenseless nipple. Cindy wails in pain and shrugs her load off her shoulders, Aloisia hits the floor behind Bash.
Berge grabs both of Cindy’s ankle’s and pulls back, the polished hardwood and stockings give Bash no traction to keep her feet and she is dropped face first on to the floor. Cindy groans as her tits take the brunt of the fall, but the groan turns into a squeal as Aloisia puts her stocking covered foot between the Japanese-America’s legs and pulls back on her legs compressing Cindy’s pubic mound.
Aloisia smirks, “I may not have known everything about catfighting when I came in, but I’m a fast learner.”
Cindy begins crawling forward to try to lessen the pain on her undercarriage, but Aloisia just slides along the floor behind her as Cindy actually crawls under the table. Berge has to lean back so she doesn’t hit her head on the table, Bash turns as she’s coming out from under the table trapping Berge’s leg between the heavy wooden leg and Cindy’s body. The only escape is to allow Bash to go free. Cindy free of the gas pedal hold on her pussy crawls over to the bear skin rug on the floor rolling on to her back as one hand tends to her sore womanhood. Aloisia still under the table rubs her thigh where Cindy tried to twist it around the oak table leg.
Aloisia rises and moves towards Cindy. Bash sees Berge advancing and gets up to her knees, ready to defend. Aloisia stops at the edge of the bearskin rug and grabs its flayed out legs. Aloisia literally yanks the rug out from under Cindy, spilling her onto her back. Aloisia tosses the dusty animal skin on top of Cindy, following with an elbow drop to the rustling Cindy-shaped outline in the rug's middle. Her elbow slams, flattening Cindy out and muffling the FAWN vet's swears of rage.
Berge stands, but a leg sweeps from under the rug and trips her backwards towards the roaring fireplace. The professor catches herself as she brushes against the various stockings. Her eyes shoot to one of them that felt… bulky. She reaches in and pulls out candy canes, a tiny teddy bear, and a metal string of what looks like tiny Christmas lights with clamps on either end. Aloisia handles them, confused.
Emerging from under the rug, Cindy smirks. “Put the nipple clamps aside for now, hon. I'll slap 'em on you when we get there.”
“Nipp-?” Aloisia seems confused, and then suddenly she realizes what she's holding. Before she can look to see what's in the other stockings Cindy launches forwards, slamming a shoulder into Aloisia's belly and driving her back to the bookcase behind her. Aloisia raises a foot behind her to catch herself, stopping Cindy in her tracks, and raises an elbow to drive down into her back.
The dusky skinned beauty slams her elbow down right between Cindy’s shoulder blades driving Bash to her knees. Aloisia feels a bit of relief, but Cindy keeps her shoulder pressed against Berge’s tummy. The German professor grabs a heavy tome off the book shelf thinking she could use it to thump down across Bash’s back, but then Cindy strikes.
Aloisia cries out in pain as Bash jams her thumb up into her thinly covered sex. Berge’s legs quiver, she may have fell if Cindy hadn’t held her up only to drive a second and third shot into her sex. The fabric of Aloisia’s bottoms is pushed up inside her as she can only whimper as Cindy taunts, “You sound like you’re enjoying it.”
The Country girl stands up pressing her smaller, but ample juggs into her opponents Cindy bearhugging Aloisia and leading her from the book shelf over to the couch and sits the German down. Bash puts her knees on either side of Berge’s hips and pulls the other brunette into a front sleeper hold. Cindy grinds her cleavage against Aloisia’s face trying to deprive her of any oxygen.
“Sssssshhh, now,” Bash says soothingly. “It's almost over now, except for the part where I strip and humiliate you for everyone to see.” Aloisia struggles against the sleeper hold but her face is encased tightly. Bash raises the thumb that practically invaded Aloisia and gives it a lick. “Oh, honey, I think you DID enjoy that. Has it been that long?”
What annoyed Aloisia wasn't the snide insult but hearing her friend Trixie's voice in her head laughing, “That's what I've been saying about you for as long as we've known each other!” Still, if Aloisia couldn't pull out, she could always hit through. Aloisia slams a fist into Cindy's belly. The corset's boning and fabric is thicker than the average wrestling gear, especially in FAWN, so it offers some protection. But a flurry of gut punches and eventually Bash releases, but not before raking across Aloisia's eyes and shoving her flat back on the couch. Berge is blinded but relatively certain of where Bash still is, and raises a foot and slams it into Cindy's throat. Bash spills from the couch, coughing.
Aloisia rolls from the couch into a crouching position, rubbing her eyes. She sees the vague shape of Bash and runs up behind her, hugging around her waist. Aloisia goes to suplex the woman but Cindy grabs onto the arm of the couch with her hands, sticking her foot under it to prevent herself from spilling over. Aloisia, obviously not expecting this, stops to comprehend the situation when Cindy slams an elbow into her ribs. When that doesn't get a release, Cindy kicks up between Aloisia's legs hitting her already battered sex. Berge howls and releases, while Cindy butt-bumps her back a bit.
“You don't get this,” Cindy laughs as she turns around. “This isn't a goddamn wrestling match. It's a catfight! Cindy's hands grab onto Aloisia's juggs and bury nails in. “And that's why you're gonna be my bitch-toy tonight!” Cindy kicks her legs up and drops to the floor on her butt. As she does, her clawholds rips from Aloisia's tender mounds. Berge shrieks and grabs the wounds, stumbling back. Bash sweeps her feet, bringing Aloisia back to the hardwood floor.
The Asian redneck sets onto Aloisia, slamming her butt into her face, and hoists one of Berge's gams. All the while, Cindy recites a classic rhyme “Jack Horner”, slightly adjusted.
“Little Cindy Bash
Sat on a lass
Mauling her Christmas pie.”
On cue, the crotch claw begins, and the fabric of Aloisia's bottoms finally starts to show signs of wear.
“She stuck in her thumb.” Cindy again jabs her thumb, pushing it into Aloisia as far as the material will allow, and a bit further as a small rip forms. Under her, Aloisia gasps and twitches at the sensation while Cindy continues to work her magic.
“And made the bitch come
And said, 'tonight, you're ass is mine.”
Cindy cackles at her genius while manipulating Aloisia. Desperate, Berge reaches up for Bashes hair.
Bash cries out as Aloisia yanks on her black locks, but the Blacksburg native slides back and then lifts her ass before slamming it down on Aloisia’s cushy rack. The German still won’t give up her hand hold on Cindy’s mane, so Bash uses Berge’s tits as a bouncy ball slamming her ass down over and over until the air is completely knocked out of the Polynesian.
Once Aloisia is subdued Cindy stands going over to the fireplace and selects one of the stockings. Pulling it down Bash reaches in and pulls out a box first, reading aloud, “Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, What the Hell is that?”
Tossing the candy aside Bash shoots her hand back in and pulls out, a package and reads, “Chocolate Frog? Who the hell stuffed this stocking?”
Looking Cindy finds a tag that reads, “Merry Christmas Bunny Cooper.”
Groaning Bash reaches back in, pulling out the last item, “Heromine’s Wand?”
There is a pause, and Bash gets a Grinch like smile on her face, “Now this could be useful.”
Aloisia has rolled to her side, now on part of the bearskin rug, Cindy stomps a stocking covered foot down on her opponents hip as she moves down to Aloisia’s legs. Kneeling between the dusky skinned beauty’s legs Bash grabs the edge of Berge’s panties and pulls them aside. Holding the wand up Cindy waves it in the air and then calls out, “Abracadabra”
Cindy then jams the toy inside Aloisia as the professor groans at yet another attack on her womanhood. Bash works the wand around and then leaves it half in and half out of Berge as she says, “Now that was Magical.”
Bash then remembers all of the presents left by the tree and decides to go have a look while Aloisia enjoys the wand.
Aloisia rolls on her back, eyes wide, and looks up to the ceiling. She sees a camera lens above her. It adjusts and zooms. She can guess where and why. Still, she's embarrassed to admit to herself it does feel good. She reaches down to remove the wand but her finger taps a button on the end. Immediately, the wand starts to vibrate. Aloisia's eyes widen and she is unable to stifle the slight moan that escapes her lips. Who the hell designed this toy, she thinks as she begrudingly removes it from herself, turns it off, and places it to the side.
Aloisia's legs jiggle as she stands. She looks over to Bash, who stands at the tree holding an opened box. “I've never met this Rue Ann, girl,” she says, pulling a whip out and cracking it, “but she and I might become good friends.” Cindy snaps the whip at Aloisia, who barely dodges it. Cindy cracks it again, stinging Aloisia on the shoulder. Cindy is a kid in a candy store with her new toy but she isn't really trained with it. She flings the weapon back and the whip's tongue lashes her in the back. Cindy yelps, flinging the whip wildly towards Aloisia.
Berge grabs hold of the whip with both hands and pulls Cindy towards her. Cindy falls forwards and Aloisia raises a knee to break her face's fall – or just her face. Cindy's forehead slams into the patella and she rolls onto her side. Aloisia kneels and wraps the whip around Cindy's multiple times. She ties it in a knot behind Bash's neck before standing. Bash gags at her feet, trying to breathe. Aloisia grabs and parts Cindy's legs, stomping and working her gas pedal. “I owe you this and so much more,” Aloisia hisses. Her eyes look up to the stockings. She offers a swift kick to Cindy's sex before striding to the fireplace.
Bash fumbles with the tight knot behind her head while Aloisia plucks a stocking. The rim of the sock is painting, “From Chloe Fields” in bubble letters. Inside, there is nothing but candies of all kinds, enough to make Aloisia's teeth ache just looking at it. “You know, you can absorb fluid through the walls of your vagina,” she says as she sorts through the sweets. “Rectum, too, but that seems a bit messy.” She puts the countless strawberry hard candies aside. “Some college students soak tampons in vodka and then insert them inside themselves to get drunk. It works, but is dangerous. Still, the semipermeable walls allow for a lot.”
Bash swears as her face deepens a shade of purple. The knot is looser but still thwarts her. Aloisia advances, pulling a large candy cane – cartoonishy large – and lick it up and down. “Ever wonder what else you could experience by cramming something up there? I'm disappointed the good Doctor Uller never considered this.” Cindy starts to push herself up but Aloisia stomps on her head. The German then drops all of her weight onto Bash's breast, shoving her crotch into the woman's face. Aloisia gives the candy cane a few more licks before dragging it along Cindy's. Her other hand squeezes Cindy's firm rack.
“Time for a little Christmas spirit up your chimney,” Aloisia says, swiveling around. She grabs the edge up Cindy's panties and rips them down to expose her womanhood. A mint-covered finger traces it as she sucks on the candy cane once more for good measure. She raises the peppermint stick. “Time for a trip to Candyland.”
Cindy is able to turn her head so she can breathe, Aloisia not experienced in catfighting tactics doesn’t notice the mistake. Also the Polynesian is focused on her payback, it takes Berge a moment to find the right angle, but once she gets the oversized candy cane going she’s able to insert several inches and begins moving it in and out and side to side. Bash hisses and moans as she bites her lower lip, the academic continues to work the candy cane and the breast mauling, her hand now inside Cindy’s top as she wants to go flesh to flesh.
Back in the arena the FAWNatics cheer as they watch on the screens throughout the arena. At the Spanish announce table the color woman yells, “Mas, Mas, Mas!”
Cindy puts her hands against the bigger woman’s backside and tries shoving her away, but is unable to. Worse for the Japanese Redneck is her hips are starting to involuntarily move with the candy cane’s motion. Aloisia stops moving the candy leaving it in Cindy’s sex and grabs the bow between her tits and yanks it off the outfit. Berge then grabs the top of the strapless bustier and pulls it down until it’s down near Bash’s belly button.
Standing Aloisia cocks an arm up and lines up her shot before dropping her elbow down right between Bash’s tits into her sternum. As Bash groans and whizzes the professor goes in search of a present of her own to open. Cindy still whimpering reaches down and pulls the candy cane free, the tingle in her sex is strange and not completely pleasant.
Berge finds a black box with a white Spade symbol on the top, the tag reads, “with love Roulette.”
Aloisia has heard of the rookie, but has neither meet her or seen her in action. With a shrug she opens the box.
BLAAMM!
A puff of gray smoke billows up out of the box, the brunette screams and drops the box, but it’s too late. White powder covers Aloisia from head to breasts, the German coughs and wipes at her eyes trying to remove the irritating powder. Cindy slowly gets back to her feet, pulling her panties from mid thigh back up to their proper place and tugs on the top trying to get that back into place, but gives up.
Cindy coming up from behind grabs a handful of dark sweaty locks and pulls Aloisia around laughing, “Aw, did you get Coal?”
Pulling the blinded woman along Bash leads her back to the table saying, “Let me help you get that out of your eyes.”
The help is dunking Aloisia into the bowl of Eggnog face first.
Cindy leans her weight on the back of Aloisia's head, keeping her in the eggnog. The German splashes and slashes wildly, sending Yuletide dairy drink everywhere. It coats Cindy, running down her breasts. Bash notices assorted “hidden” cameras zooming in, so she's sure to rub her hand down her breast slowly, wiping some of it up with a finger and slowly sticking it between her pursed lips.
Eventually, Aloisia manages to topple the punchbowl of eggnog to the side, spilling it all over the floor. She takes Aloisia by the mane and drives her face into a gingerbread house on the table. “Just trying to make you feel at home. I know you German witches love your candy houses.” She pulls her head back again and slams Aloisia's face down on the table before flinging her backwards.
Cindy attempts to pull her top back up but it continually droops down, exposing her nipples. “This was a nice corset,” Cindy growls as she slams her heel into Aloisia's mouth. The German clutches her mouth as the Blacksburg Basher reaches down for Aloisia's worn and haggard panties. She shreds the fabric from Aloisia's crotch, exposing her. “I bet your good and wet and it's only half 'cuz of the eggnog,” Cindy laughs.
The redneck rolls Aloisia on her side before sitting on her ribs. She grabs hold of Aloisia's right leg and yanks it all the way up. If she were an acrobatic wrestler like Kelli Love, it… well, it would still hurt but, as Aloisia isn't as limber, it's a new agony she's not ready for. Cindy plants her feet on the other leg to keep it to the floor. Her hand strokes Aloisia's crotch. “I could take you to heaven or hell right now, Teach.” Bash raises her fingers to her mouth, licking them. “I wonder if you’re a gusher or a screamer.”
Aloisia palms the floor, half out of pain and half out of fear Cindy's going to try and answer her question. She looks at the bookcase. On the bottom shelf is a cermaic horse. Heavy but not too heavy to grab with one hand. And perfect for smashing on someone. She feels Cindy's finger tracing her labia. Aloisia reaches for the statuette.
As her fingers brush against the statuette Aloisia cries out in pain as Cindy’s claw digs into her womanhood. Frozen in agony Berge forgets the horse and sinks her own hands into her matted hair as she tries to focus on something other than the pain in her crotch. Bash stretches the other brunette’s legs while probing Aloisia’s sex and controlling her through her pussy. The Japanese Redneck sinks her digits in and demands, “Submit! Say it! Give Up!”
Berge can’t trust her mouth not to betray her just shakes her head ‘no’. Cindy growls, “Fine, I’m sure you’re enjoying this.” Bash pulls her clawing hand back, but only to begin spanking Aloisia’s mound with short stinging swats. The Professor whimpers over the smacking sound of flesh on flesh.
Bash doesn’t offer to except Berge’s surrender, when she stops spanking pussy Cindy drags Aloisia out into the room and flips the Polynesian over on to her stomach. Straddling over top the other brunette Cindy drops her ass down on Aloisia’s back, first pulling her up by the hair and then laying Berge’s arms across her legs. Aloisia’s stockinged feet kick the hardwood floor as Bash locks in the Camel Clutch, the difference between Cindy’s Camel Clutch and a normal one is she goes straight to Aloisia’s juggs and pulls them out of her corset and begins mauling the soft flesh as she pulls back bending the trapped woman’s spine as well.
Cindy mauls and mashes Aloisia's rack. The German, caught between pain and pleasure, has momentarily lost the ability to vocalize how she feels but the rock-hard brown nipples in Cindy's grip betray the truth. “Oh, goodness, you are having fun!” Cindy coos as she pulls back on Aloisia's torso. “I guess you're what they call a 'bottom.' You like to be hurt? Is that why you always lose?”
Few things are stronger than lust or pain, but for Aloisia, pride is definitely important. “You've lost almost eighty percent of your fights,” the professor reminds. “And even when you won, it was as someone else's pet. And you're the successful Bash.”
Cindy clucks her tongue disapprovingly. “Trying to get a rise out of me, darlin'? It takes more than you can do.” She teases Aloisia's nipples and the woman bites her lower lip as sweet sensation bursts. “And I think it's pretty obvious everything about me is more than you can handle.” Cindy palms the back of Aloisia's head and slams her into the hardwood floor. She pulls her hair back again and slams down once more. A third go and the German is almost completely still.
Bash stands and moves towards the tree. “So many gifts. It seems like a shame to not open them all. Do you think you can last that long?” Cindy looks back at the woman pushing herself up and licks her teeth. “They never last long with me. Still….” She picks up a gift bag and reaches in, pulling out a spiked dog collar and leash, with a “from” tag dangling it. “I can't have a common little bitch misbehaving. Time to train you.”
Aloisia feels the collar snap around her neck and Cindy yanking the leash. “You WILL learn your place today,” Bash barks as she stomps Aloisia flat again. She wraps the other end of the leash around her wrist a few times before straddling the embattled fighter, facing Aloisia's feet. Cindy pulls the leash over her shoulder as she sits, tugging the Professor's head back. Bash pulls Berge's leg back into one of her preferred moves, You Got Crabs.
YOU'VE GOT CRABS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
The leash wound about her wrist wrenches Aloisia's head back while the leg feels fit to pop out of socket. She claws at the collar, cursing whoever wrapped it, because the clasp is tight and meant to not come undone easily. Behind her, she feels Cindy fondling her stretched-out sex again. “Hey, the peppermint wasn't too bad, y'know. You should have some.” Knowing what, and possibly who, is coming next, Aloisia palms the floor and pushes up in an attempt to put some slack on the leash and break from the crab hold.
As she pushes up Aloisia does get some slack, but Cindy wraps the chain around her hand taking up the slack and now Berge is bent even more in the crab and choke hold. Bash looks around, there is nothing in easy reach. Cindy mutters, “Guess I’ll have to do it the old fashion way.”
The ‘Old Fashion Way’ is to insert her fingers into her enemies womanhood, fingers pumping fast as Bash gives her ultimatum, “Cum or Quit!”
Aloisia shakes her head and struggles to pull free but she's trapped. It's happening again, she thinks. Total humiliation. And unlike the apartment match long ago, she walked into it willingly. The more she fights to break free, the deeper Cindy goes. And Bash knows what she's doing. And it's been… a long time for Aloisia.
A very long time. And it feels so good.
Suddenly, Aloisia realizes her mind is ignoring her body and refusing to fight back. Betraying her, she feels her hips grinding into Bash's digits more and more. And Cindy notices it as well. Aloisia is her plaything now. The end is obvious. But Cindy wants this to be more humbling for the German woman who'd disrespected her and her family. She brings Aloisia just to the edge of bursting and stops. She drops the leg and the leash and rises, flicking Aloisia's wetness back down onto her. Berge's body shudders and she cries out, obviously wrecked by the sudden denial. A deep-seated need to use this moment to fight back conflicts with her baser desires as she rolls onto her back, feeling herself.
Cindy struts over to the tree and begins ripping open packages. This is FAWN. What she's looking for has to be in here. She spies the name “Trixie” on one and, oh, wouldn't it be perfect if the tool of Aloisia's destruction came from a friend? Alas, it's a waffle iron. She tosses it aside. A lot of it is actually pretty useless. Make-up kits, fancy shoes… a history of the fed FAWN absorbed, WOLF. But when she spies the names Donna and Dana Dunbar on two different packages, Cindy smiles. It has to be.
In Dana's gift, handcuffs and a key. Useful, Cindy thinks. But in Donna's gift?
Exactly what Cindy wanted under the tree.
Aloisia pushes herself up, drawing in deep breaths and trying to regain control. Cindy strides towards her with a gift bag in her hands. Bash backhands Aloisia to the wall. The German repays her with a left hook across the jaw and a boob punch. Cindy can't pretend they didn't hurt, but she has a determination she hasn't felt in years. She brings her elbow across Aloisia's nose and pulls her hand from the back. Using the handcuffs like brass knuckles, Cindy batters Aloisia's belly repeatedly until the German is ready to fold. Cindy reaches behind Aloisia and undoes her corset, freeing her scratched, sweating but still impressive juggs.
“On your knees,” Cindy demands, shoving Aloisia down. Berge can't help but comply but struggles as Bash leans behind her and cuffs her hands behind her back. Naked except for her stockings, Aloisia tries to think of some way out of this. She hears rustling in front of her. Then Cindy snapping her fingers. Aloisia looks up.
Cindy stands before her, topless, and wearing a thick, studded strap-on. The Japanese redneck grins. “We both know you've lost. Either say the words, or let your pride keep get the worst of you. But you might want to give this some licks.” Bash smacks the phallus. “Dry won't be fun.”
Aloisia's eyes saucer out. There has to be a way. There has to…
Aloisia leans forward and does as she's told, sucking on the strap-on and getting it wet. When Cindy is satisfied by Aloisia's job, she pulls her up by brown tressses and slams her against the wall again before slowly, methodically, entering her with the strap-on. This time, Aloisia doesn't hold back. She moans long, closing her eyes and giving in.
Cindy slaps her across the cheek. “Open your eyes,” she demands. “Look at the woman who defeated you.” Aloisia does so as she feels the slow pumping picking up speed. Cindy's breast mash into hers, her sweaty body slamming against her. The leash is again in her hand and Cindy pulls it tight. Aloisia watches the pride, the smug cruelty welling up in Cindy's eyes and it hurts so bad she can't do anything about it. But the pain gives way to tingling pleasure and soon Aloisia is working in perfect motion with Cindy, never closing her eyes, doing what she's told.
As the climax builds, Aloisia expects some attack, or an interruption, but not this time. Cindy drives Aloisia to the finish line and beyond. Berge screams out in ecstasy, crying to God and begging more in German. And it's not a brief moment. It goes on for minutes as years of pent-up frustration literally pour from her. Finally, Aloisia's body goes limp. Her lips part and, normally, she'd want to kiss someone who did this to her, but it's Cindy. The woman who vanquished her. She just hangs til Cindy withdraws and allows her to, once more, crumple to her knees. Aloisia casts her eyes down, holding herself up by her hands, at Bash's feet.
Specialty matches in FAWN usually come with parental guidance workings and like this one XXX ratings, Aloisia’s studies covered these, but really not what she focused on. Cindy though came up through the wrestling ranks that lead to FAWN so all the experience is on her side. Bash strolls over to the table finding a Christmas tree shaped cookie and takes a bite, Bash chews on the sugar cookie and reminds Berge, “You haven’t submitted yet, we can go again.”
Aloisia still on her knees can’t move, she can’t even raise her head, she’s just that exhausted. Cindy pops the second half of the cookie into her mouth, “Have it your way.”
Cindy peels the strap on off her nearly naked body and kicks Aloisia in the side sending her rolling across the floor. Completely spent Berge ends up on her back, eyes fluttering, the Professor’s best asset her brain is fogging over, her body no longer obeying orders lies on the floor looking at the ornate ceiling titles. Cindy stands above her head looking down on her opponent, “You should stick to the ring, you’re slightly less pathetic there.”
Bash lowers her undercarriage on to the Polynesian’s features, Cindy grinds down on Aloisia’s face settling in and places both hands on the giant tits, mauling and slapping way at the fleshy mounds. Berge squirms under her tormentor, but shows no signs of fighting back or protecting herself. It only goes on for a few moments before the door opens, and Al Carpenter returns, still with cup of eggnog and Santa hat on, “That’s it Cindy, You’ve won.”
Cindy groans, becoming lost in her own gyrations, but when Al walks over and offers a hand, the Japanese Redneck accepts the help to her feet. Carpenter raises her arm by the wrist.
In the arena the ring announce makes it official, “Your winner of the Christmas Catfight….CINDY BASH!”
The camera’s cut off from the mansion feed as the ring attendants get ready for the next Season’s Beatings match.
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Back in the Mad House:
Moments later, production assistants are breaking down the shoot while others are checking on Aloisia, bringing her to and helping her up. A robe is offered, which she takes. Her thighs are still wet from her release, as is her face from Cindy's. She can taste Bash in her mouth. Leaving the study, she sees Bash nearby, gloating, still mostly naked and shining from her splashy finish.
“This,” Aloisia growls with exhaustion, “we're not done.” Her pride wells up in her. She wants to launch onto Bash once more, but her body isn't ready.
“Let me know when,” Cindy scoffs. “I could always use a few more wins, and you obviously needed what I gave you.”
Before Aloisia can retort, security shows up to prevent an incident. Not that Aloisia could cause one. She looks, and Cindy is already walking away with the win and Aloisia's pride.
The trio of Upstarts finally send the last of the shirts flying and wave to the crowd as they head to the back. The fans begin wondering what’s coming next when the FAWNatron snaps to life. Standing next to a Christmas tree Bethany Christian dressed in her normal business dress suit, though she does sport a festive pin on her lapel. “Our next match will be coming from the Mansion, in a special Victoria Christmas apartment match.”
The screen splits to show a Victorian style study, a large tree, roaring fire, bear skin rug, desks, couches, and book shelves fill the room. In the room referee Al Carpenter stands with a Santa hat on his head as he seems be enjoying the setting, he even has a cup of eggnog in hand. Bethany continues, “Cindy Bash and Aloisia Berg will be spreading the Christmas cheer for your entertainment.”
The Screen changes to a full screen shot of the study as Cindy Bash enters wearing a red and green bustier, red panties and green stockings. She also wears a cloak of green that hangs down to mid thigh. Al points to a spot where Cindy should wait for her opponent. A moment later Aloisia walks into the Study, she’s clad in a red and red candy striped bustier and red panties and stockings. White fur trims her cleavage and the top of the stockings. Al points her to a spot opposite the room from Cindy.
“Ladies, this is an apartment match, the room will be yours. The match will end with submission, or KO. I’ll be monitoring from outside the room and will not open the door until there is a winner.” Carpenter looks at both women and seeing neither has any questions. Al goes to the table with food and a large bowl of eggnog and refills his cup, “The match will begin when I close the door. “
The tall man walks to the only door in the room and turns to back out of the room, adding “You may begin.”
He closes the door and a loud click follows.
Aloisia whirls about to size up Cindy. The Polynesian woman's height and weight advantage are negligible. Still, the Bashes are as notorious handful and Aloisia barely survived Kimmy, much less beat her. And, Cindy is actually kind of pretty, in an evil country girl way. Aloisia pushes through this thought just as she realizes the misteltoe is directly above her. Aloisia looks straight ahead again in time to catch a fist across the jaw.
Berge spirals to the hardwood floor, catching herself with her hands. Cindy looms above her, guffawing. “Damn, bitch! On your knees already!” Bash stomps on the small of Berge's back, grabbing a handful of the foreign fighter's hair and ripping her head back. “Whatsamatter, girl? Scared I'll do worse to you than what Belle and MacKenna did when they beat the shit outta you and posted the humiliation online?”
Aloisia feels her ears burn with embarrassment. Cindy obviously relishes it, seeing the woman's cheeks pink up. “Oh, yeah. Everyone saw that. Shocked you'd accept another fight like this. Or maybe that's what you're hoping for!” Cindy licks her teeth. “Want a li'l taste of Cindy?”
Aloisia rolls, kicking her leg up and slamming it into Cindy's side. Bash lets go of the mane and stumbles to the side. Berge hops up and rushes into Cindy, locking up at the shoulders.
“I already tasted your cousin,” Aloisia scoffs, trying to push Cindy back towards the bar. “Bitter, trashy, fatty.”
Cindy just laughs, rolling back and flipping Aloisia across the floor. “If you're using that to get in my head, you're really dumb for a doctorate!” The half-Japanese woman slams her foot between Aloisia's shoulder blades. “Kimmy's her own problem. But me?” Cindy reaches over, cupping her nails on top of Aloisia's cleavage and raking back. “I'm yours!”
Aloisia yells, clutching her doube-d's. She slides away, feeling humiliated at the truth she is not much of a catfighter and at letting Cindy into her head at the match's start. But Aloisia is a fighter and, damn it, she'll be damned if she'll let this woman get the best of her. As Cindy strides towards her, Aloisia kicks at Cindy's stockinged foot, hoping the polished floor is slick enough to put her attacker off balance.
Cindy's legs slide apart from each other and she catches herself, slamming her palms onto the hardwood floor, before she does full splits. Cindy looks up at Aloisia and starts to yell but a stockinged foot slams into her forehead. Cindy spills backwards, managing not to konk her head somehow.
Aloisia gathers herself and rises. She grabs Bash's left leg and slams a kick right where the leg and gluteus maximus meet. The German yanks the stem around before raising a foot and stomping down Cindy's thigh. Bash stifles a yell, instead raising her other foot and stomping on Aloisia's knee. Berge yelps and Bash snakes the same foot behind the calf supporting her opponent, yanking forward. Aloisia backwards topples onto the floor.
Like a hellcat, Cindy scrambles on top of Aloisia, socking her across the jaw, snapping her head to the side. Sinking her hair into Aloisia's brown tresses, Cindy pulls her head up and slams it back down on the floor over and over. Cindy peppers in butt slams, raising and dropping herself on Aloisia's belly to wind her a bit. Aloisia shoves at her attack fruitlessly. When the Japanese redneck doesn't dislodge, Aloisia kicks her legs up, hoping to cup them around Bash's neck and pry her off.
Berge doesn’t get a good lock on Bash, but enough to send her rolling across the hard wood floor. Both brunettes are cautious getting to their feet, careful stocking feet don’t slip on the polished hardwood. Cindy comes up near the tree and bends down grabbing one of the presents, she shakes it. Aloisia charges over looking to tackle Bash to the floor again, but Cindy raises the pretty wrapped box and clunks Berge on the top of the head.
Aloisia’s knees buckle, she grabs Cindy around the waist to keep from falling, It’s clear something heavy is in the box and Bash sends it down on top of Aloisia’s head again. This one puts Aloisia on her knees as Cindy toss the present aside and it lands with a loud THUMP!.
The Virginian laughs, “Tis better to give than receive.”
Cindy moves behind the dazed German and hooks her under the arms, chickenwinging both limbs and shoves Aloisia towards the bar. Bending Berge over Cindy pushes Aloisia’s proud rack down onto the edge of the bar and presses all of her weight on the German’s back. The hidden camera at the bar shows Aloisia’s huge boobs getting crushed between the hardwood of the bar and Bash and the amount of pain it’s causing the brunette.
“So what's that PhD in?” Cindy giggles into Aloisia's ear. “Losing Studies? Career Wreckanomics?”
Aloisia wants to spit a reply but Cindy somehow manages to push even more weight down on Aloisia, causing little more than a pained squeak from the busty Polynesian woman. Cindy's breasts grind into her back while the half-Japanese woman presses Aloisia's face down hard into the bar. The pain doubles at Bash manages to drive her knee up into Aloisia's holiest of holies. Helpless to do anything but take the full brunt of the attack, Berge finds her voice again and cries out. Bash pushes off of her opponent, allowing the academic to slide off of the bar and drop to her knees while cradling her womanhood, gasping in pain.
KONK! Cindy slams her foot into the back of Aloisia's head, slamming the woman's head against the bar. Aloisia cradles her head, catching herself with her hand. Cindy's eyes, however, trail back to gift she clocked Aloisia with. She looks at the ribbon and notices a tag. “From Rue Ann, to Whoever.” Her eyes skim to another gift. Different handwriting – much sloppier. “From Trixie Decker, to some poor sucker.” Before she can inspect the rest, she realizes Aloisia is shaking off her cobwebs.
Aloisia feels hands dive into her long hair, pulling her up to her feet. A hand dives between her legs, dipping into her panties, and Cindy's talons find their way to the sweet meat. A claw hold crushes Aloisia's pussy and the German can only bite back the scream. Suddenly, Cindy heaves Aloisia up across her shoulders, belly down, and carries her. Cindy scans the room to see how many cameras she can spot. She spies a camera under the table of Christmas party refreshments, looking up into the bowl of egg nog. “Who wants a drink?” Cindy asks as she stomps over.
Fighting through the throbbing pain, Aloisia snaps back into the fight. Realizing she's about to get the Christmas version of advanced interrogation, the German woman's hands search out the face of her opponent for an eye rake.
If she had been looking up the eye rake would have been much easier, but face down across Cindy’s shoulders it creates an awkward angle for Berge. Aloisia changes her target and jams her hand inside Bash’s top scooping her breast out of its confinement with ease and claps down on the defenseless nipple. Cindy wails in pain and shrugs her load off her shoulders, Aloisia hits the floor behind Bash.
Berge grabs both of Cindy’s ankle’s and pulls back, the polished hardwood and stockings give Bash no traction to keep her feet and she is dropped face first on to the floor. Cindy groans as her tits take the brunt of the fall, but the groan turns into a squeal as Aloisia puts her stocking covered foot between the Japanese-America’s legs and pulls back on her legs compressing Cindy’s pubic mound.
Aloisia smirks, “I may not have known everything about catfighting when I came in, but I’m a fast learner.”
Cindy begins crawling forward to try to lessen the pain on her undercarriage, but Aloisia just slides along the floor behind her as Cindy actually crawls under the table. Berge has to lean back so she doesn’t hit her head on the table, Bash turns as she’s coming out from under the table trapping Berge’s leg between the heavy wooden leg and Cindy’s body. The only escape is to allow Bash to go free. Cindy free of the gas pedal hold on her pussy crawls over to the bear skin rug on the floor rolling on to her back as one hand tends to her sore womanhood. Aloisia still under the table rubs her thigh where Cindy tried to twist it around the oak table leg.
Aloisia rises and moves towards Cindy. Bash sees Berge advancing and gets up to her knees, ready to defend. Aloisia stops at the edge of the bearskin rug and grabs its flayed out legs. Aloisia literally yanks the rug out from under Cindy, spilling her onto her back. Aloisia tosses the dusty animal skin on top of Cindy, following with an elbow drop to the rustling Cindy-shaped outline in the rug's middle. Her elbow slams, flattening Cindy out and muffling the FAWN vet's swears of rage.
Berge stands, but a leg sweeps from under the rug and trips her backwards towards the roaring fireplace. The professor catches herself as she brushes against the various stockings. Her eyes shoot to one of them that felt… bulky. She reaches in and pulls out candy canes, a tiny teddy bear, and a metal string of what looks like tiny Christmas lights with clamps on either end. Aloisia handles them, confused.
Emerging from under the rug, Cindy smirks. “Put the nipple clamps aside for now, hon. I'll slap 'em on you when we get there.”
“Nipp-?” Aloisia seems confused, and then suddenly she realizes what she's holding. Before she can look to see what's in the other stockings Cindy launches forwards, slamming a shoulder into Aloisia's belly and driving her back to the bookcase behind her. Aloisia raises a foot behind her to catch herself, stopping Cindy in her tracks, and raises an elbow to drive down into her back.
The dusky skinned beauty slams her elbow down right between Cindy’s shoulder blades driving Bash to her knees. Aloisia feels a bit of relief, but Cindy keeps her shoulder pressed against Berge’s tummy. The German professor grabs a heavy tome off the book shelf thinking she could use it to thump down across Bash’s back, but then Cindy strikes.
Aloisia cries out in pain as Bash jams her thumb up into her thinly covered sex. Berge’s legs quiver, she may have fell if Cindy hadn’t held her up only to drive a second and third shot into her sex. The fabric of Aloisia’s bottoms is pushed up inside her as she can only whimper as Cindy taunts, “You sound like you’re enjoying it.”
The Country girl stands up pressing her smaller, but ample juggs into her opponents Cindy bearhugging Aloisia and leading her from the book shelf over to the couch and sits the German down. Bash puts her knees on either side of Berge’s hips and pulls the other brunette into a front sleeper hold. Cindy grinds her cleavage against Aloisia’s face trying to deprive her of any oxygen.
“Sssssshhh, now,” Bash says soothingly. “It's almost over now, except for the part where I strip and humiliate you for everyone to see.” Aloisia struggles against the sleeper hold but her face is encased tightly. Bash raises the thumb that practically invaded Aloisia and gives it a lick. “Oh, honey, I think you DID enjoy that. Has it been that long?”
What annoyed Aloisia wasn't the snide insult but hearing her friend Trixie's voice in her head laughing, “That's what I've been saying about you for as long as we've known each other!” Still, if Aloisia couldn't pull out, she could always hit through. Aloisia slams a fist into Cindy's belly. The corset's boning and fabric is thicker than the average wrestling gear, especially in FAWN, so it offers some protection. But a flurry of gut punches and eventually Bash releases, but not before raking across Aloisia's eyes and shoving her flat back on the couch. Berge is blinded but relatively certain of where Bash still is, and raises a foot and slams it into Cindy's throat. Bash spills from the couch, coughing.
Aloisia rolls from the couch into a crouching position, rubbing her eyes. She sees the vague shape of Bash and runs up behind her, hugging around her waist. Aloisia goes to suplex the woman but Cindy grabs onto the arm of the couch with her hands, sticking her foot under it to prevent herself from spilling over. Aloisia, obviously not expecting this, stops to comprehend the situation when Cindy slams an elbow into her ribs. When that doesn't get a release, Cindy kicks up between Aloisia's legs hitting her already battered sex. Berge howls and releases, while Cindy butt-bumps her back a bit.
“You don't get this,” Cindy laughs as she turns around. “This isn't a goddamn wrestling match. It's a catfight! Cindy's hands grab onto Aloisia's juggs and bury nails in. “And that's why you're gonna be my bitch-toy tonight!” Cindy kicks her legs up and drops to the floor on her butt. As she does, her clawholds rips from Aloisia's tender mounds. Berge shrieks and grabs the wounds, stumbling back. Bash sweeps her feet, bringing Aloisia back to the hardwood floor.
The Asian redneck sets onto Aloisia, slamming her butt into her face, and hoists one of Berge's gams. All the while, Cindy recites a classic rhyme “Jack Horner”, slightly adjusted.
“Little Cindy Bash
Sat on a lass
Mauling her Christmas pie.”
On cue, the crotch claw begins, and the fabric of Aloisia's bottoms finally starts to show signs of wear.
“She stuck in her thumb.” Cindy again jabs her thumb, pushing it into Aloisia as far as the material will allow, and a bit further as a small rip forms. Under her, Aloisia gasps and twitches at the sensation while Cindy continues to work her magic.
“And made the bitch come
And said, 'tonight, you're ass is mine.”
Cindy cackles at her genius while manipulating Aloisia. Desperate, Berge reaches up for Bashes hair.
Bash cries out as Aloisia yanks on her black locks, but the Blacksburg native slides back and then lifts her ass before slamming it down on Aloisia’s cushy rack. The German still won’t give up her hand hold on Cindy’s mane, so Bash uses Berge’s tits as a bouncy ball slamming her ass down over and over until the air is completely knocked out of the Polynesian.
Once Aloisia is subdued Cindy stands going over to the fireplace and selects one of the stockings. Pulling it down Bash reaches in and pulls out a box first, reading aloud, “Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, What the Hell is that?”
Tossing the candy aside Bash shoots her hand back in and pulls out, a package and reads, “Chocolate Frog? Who the hell stuffed this stocking?”
Looking Cindy finds a tag that reads, “Merry Christmas Bunny Cooper.”
Groaning Bash reaches back in, pulling out the last item, “Heromine’s Wand?”
There is a pause, and Bash gets a Grinch like smile on her face, “Now this could be useful.”
Aloisia has rolled to her side, now on part of the bearskin rug, Cindy stomps a stocking covered foot down on her opponents hip as she moves down to Aloisia’s legs. Kneeling between the dusky skinned beauty’s legs Bash grabs the edge of Berge’s panties and pulls them aside. Holding the wand up Cindy waves it in the air and then calls out, “Abracadabra”
Cindy then jams the toy inside Aloisia as the professor groans at yet another attack on her womanhood. Bash works the wand around and then leaves it half in and half out of Berge as she says, “Now that was Magical.”
Bash then remembers all of the presents left by the tree and decides to go have a look while Aloisia enjoys the wand.
Aloisia rolls on her back, eyes wide, and looks up to the ceiling. She sees a camera lens above her. It adjusts and zooms. She can guess where and why. Still, she's embarrassed to admit to herself it does feel good. She reaches down to remove the wand but her finger taps a button on the end. Immediately, the wand starts to vibrate. Aloisia's eyes widen and she is unable to stifle the slight moan that escapes her lips. Who the hell designed this toy, she thinks as she begrudingly removes it from herself, turns it off, and places it to the side.
Aloisia's legs jiggle as she stands. She looks over to Bash, who stands at the tree holding an opened box. “I've never met this Rue Ann, girl,” she says, pulling a whip out and cracking it, “but she and I might become good friends.” Cindy snaps the whip at Aloisia, who barely dodges it. Cindy cracks it again, stinging Aloisia on the shoulder. Cindy is a kid in a candy store with her new toy but she isn't really trained with it. She flings the weapon back and the whip's tongue lashes her in the back. Cindy yelps, flinging the whip wildly towards Aloisia.
Berge grabs hold of the whip with both hands and pulls Cindy towards her. Cindy falls forwards and Aloisia raises a knee to break her face's fall – or just her face. Cindy's forehead slams into the patella and she rolls onto her side. Aloisia kneels and wraps the whip around Cindy's multiple times. She ties it in a knot behind Bash's neck before standing. Bash gags at her feet, trying to breathe. Aloisia grabs and parts Cindy's legs, stomping and working her gas pedal. “I owe you this and so much more,” Aloisia hisses. Her eyes look up to the stockings. She offers a swift kick to Cindy's sex before striding to the fireplace.
Bash fumbles with the tight knot behind her head while Aloisia plucks a stocking. The rim of the sock is painting, “From Chloe Fields” in bubble letters. Inside, there is nothing but candies of all kinds, enough to make Aloisia's teeth ache just looking at it. “You know, you can absorb fluid through the walls of your vagina,” she says as she sorts through the sweets. “Rectum, too, but that seems a bit messy.” She puts the countless strawberry hard candies aside. “Some college students soak tampons in vodka and then insert them inside themselves to get drunk. It works, but is dangerous. Still, the semipermeable walls allow for a lot.”
Bash swears as her face deepens a shade of purple. The knot is looser but still thwarts her. Aloisia advances, pulling a large candy cane – cartoonishy large – and lick it up and down. “Ever wonder what else you could experience by cramming something up there? I'm disappointed the good Doctor Uller never considered this.” Cindy starts to push herself up but Aloisia stomps on her head. The German then drops all of her weight onto Bash's breast, shoving her crotch into the woman's face. Aloisia gives the candy cane a few more licks before dragging it along Cindy's. Her other hand squeezes Cindy's firm rack.
“Time for a little Christmas spirit up your chimney,” Aloisia says, swiveling around. She grabs the edge up Cindy's panties and rips them down to expose her womanhood. A mint-covered finger traces it as she sucks on the candy cane once more for good measure. She raises the peppermint stick. “Time for a trip to Candyland.”
Cindy is able to turn her head so she can breathe, Aloisia not experienced in catfighting tactics doesn’t notice the mistake. Also the Polynesian is focused on her payback, it takes Berge a moment to find the right angle, but once she gets the oversized candy cane going she’s able to insert several inches and begins moving it in and out and side to side. Bash hisses and moans as she bites her lower lip, the academic continues to work the candy cane and the breast mauling, her hand now inside Cindy’s top as she wants to go flesh to flesh.
Back in the arena the FAWNatics cheer as they watch on the screens throughout the arena. At the Spanish announce table the color woman yells, “Mas, Mas, Mas!”
Cindy puts her hands against the bigger woman’s backside and tries shoving her away, but is unable to. Worse for the Japanese Redneck is her hips are starting to involuntarily move with the candy cane’s motion. Aloisia stops moving the candy leaving it in Cindy’s sex and grabs the bow between her tits and yanks it off the outfit. Berge then grabs the top of the strapless bustier and pulls it down until it’s down near Bash’s belly button.
Standing Aloisia cocks an arm up and lines up her shot before dropping her elbow down right between Bash’s tits into her sternum. As Bash groans and whizzes the professor goes in search of a present of her own to open. Cindy still whimpering reaches down and pulls the candy cane free, the tingle in her sex is strange and not completely pleasant.
Berge finds a black box with a white Spade symbol on the top, the tag reads, “with love Roulette.”
Aloisia has heard of the rookie, but has neither meet her or seen her in action. With a shrug she opens the box.
BLAAMM!
A puff of gray smoke billows up out of the box, the brunette screams and drops the box, but it’s too late. White powder covers Aloisia from head to breasts, the German coughs and wipes at her eyes trying to remove the irritating powder. Cindy slowly gets back to her feet, pulling her panties from mid thigh back up to their proper place and tugs on the top trying to get that back into place, but gives up.
Cindy coming up from behind grabs a handful of dark sweaty locks and pulls Aloisia around laughing, “Aw, did you get Coal?”
Pulling the blinded woman along Bash leads her back to the table saying, “Let me help you get that out of your eyes.”
The help is dunking Aloisia into the bowl of Eggnog face first.
Cindy leans her weight on the back of Aloisia's head, keeping her in the eggnog. The German splashes and slashes wildly, sending Yuletide dairy drink everywhere. It coats Cindy, running down her breasts. Bash notices assorted “hidden” cameras zooming in, so she's sure to rub her hand down her breast slowly, wiping some of it up with a finger and slowly sticking it between her pursed lips.
Eventually, Aloisia manages to topple the punchbowl of eggnog to the side, spilling it all over the floor. She takes Aloisia by the mane and drives her face into a gingerbread house on the table. “Just trying to make you feel at home. I know you German witches love your candy houses.” She pulls her head back again and slams Aloisia's face down on the table before flinging her backwards.
Cindy attempts to pull her top back up but it continually droops down, exposing her nipples. “This was a nice corset,” Cindy growls as she slams her heel into Aloisia's mouth. The German clutches her mouth as the Blacksburg Basher reaches down for Aloisia's worn and haggard panties. She shreds the fabric from Aloisia's crotch, exposing her. “I bet your good and wet and it's only half 'cuz of the eggnog,” Cindy laughs.
The redneck rolls Aloisia on her side before sitting on her ribs. She grabs hold of Aloisia's right leg and yanks it all the way up. If she were an acrobatic wrestler like Kelli Love, it… well, it would still hurt but, as Aloisia isn't as limber, it's a new agony she's not ready for. Cindy plants her feet on the other leg to keep it to the floor. Her hand strokes Aloisia's crotch. “I could take you to heaven or hell right now, Teach.” Bash raises her fingers to her mouth, licking them. “I wonder if you’re a gusher or a screamer.”
Aloisia palms the floor, half out of pain and half out of fear Cindy's going to try and answer her question. She looks at the bookcase. On the bottom shelf is a cermaic horse. Heavy but not too heavy to grab with one hand. And perfect for smashing on someone. She feels Cindy's finger tracing her labia. Aloisia reaches for the statuette.
As her fingers brush against the statuette Aloisia cries out in pain as Cindy’s claw digs into her womanhood. Frozen in agony Berge forgets the horse and sinks her own hands into her matted hair as she tries to focus on something other than the pain in her crotch. Bash stretches the other brunette’s legs while probing Aloisia’s sex and controlling her through her pussy. The Japanese Redneck sinks her digits in and demands, “Submit! Say it! Give Up!”
Berge can’t trust her mouth not to betray her just shakes her head ‘no’. Cindy growls, “Fine, I’m sure you’re enjoying this.” Bash pulls her clawing hand back, but only to begin spanking Aloisia’s mound with short stinging swats. The Professor whimpers over the smacking sound of flesh on flesh.
Bash doesn’t offer to except Berge’s surrender, when she stops spanking pussy Cindy drags Aloisia out into the room and flips the Polynesian over on to her stomach. Straddling over top the other brunette Cindy drops her ass down on Aloisia’s back, first pulling her up by the hair and then laying Berge’s arms across her legs. Aloisia’s stockinged feet kick the hardwood floor as Bash locks in the Camel Clutch, the difference between Cindy’s Camel Clutch and a normal one is she goes straight to Aloisia’s juggs and pulls them out of her corset and begins mauling the soft flesh as she pulls back bending the trapped woman’s spine as well.
Cindy mauls and mashes Aloisia's rack. The German, caught between pain and pleasure, has momentarily lost the ability to vocalize how she feels but the rock-hard brown nipples in Cindy's grip betray the truth. “Oh, goodness, you are having fun!” Cindy coos as she pulls back on Aloisia's torso. “I guess you're what they call a 'bottom.' You like to be hurt? Is that why you always lose?”
Few things are stronger than lust or pain, but for Aloisia, pride is definitely important. “You've lost almost eighty percent of your fights,” the professor reminds. “And even when you won, it was as someone else's pet. And you're the successful Bash.”
Cindy clucks her tongue disapprovingly. “Trying to get a rise out of me, darlin'? It takes more than you can do.” She teases Aloisia's nipples and the woman bites her lower lip as sweet sensation bursts. “And I think it's pretty obvious everything about me is more than you can handle.” Cindy palms the back of Aloisia's head and slams her into the hardwood floor. She pulls her hair back again and slams down once more. A third go and the German is almost completely still.
Bash stands and moves towards the tree. “So many gifts. It seems like a shame to not open them all. Do you think you can last that long?” Cindy looks back at the woman pushing herself up and licks her teeth. “They never last long with me. Still….” She picks up a gift bag and reaches in, pulling out a spiked dog collar and leash, with a “from” tag dangling it. “I can't have a common little bitch misbehaving. Time to train you.”
Aloisia feels the collar snap around her neck and Cindy yanking the leash. “You WILL learn your place today,” Bash barks as she stomps Aloisia flat again. She wraps the other end of the leash around her wrist a few times before straddling the embattled fighter, facing Aloisia's feet. Cindy pulls the leash over her shoulder as she sits, tugging the Professor's head back. Bash pulls Berge's leg back into one of her preferred moves, You Got Crabs.
YOU'VE GOT CRABS:
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The leash wound about her wrist wrenches Aloisia's head back while the leg feels fit to pop out of socket. She claws at the collar, cursing whoever wrapped it, because the clasp is tight and meant to not come undone easily. Behind her, she feels Cindy fondling her stretched-out sex again. “Hey, the peppermint wasn't too bad, y'know. You should have some.” Knowing what, and possibly who, is coming next, Aloisia palms the floor and pushes up in an attempt to put some slack on the leash and break from the crab hold.
As she pushes up Aloisia does get some slack, but Cindy wraps the chain around her hand taking up the slack and now Berge is bent even more in the crab and choke hold. Bash looks around, there is nothing in easy reach. Cindy mutters, “Guess I’ll have to do it the old fashion way.”
The ‘Old Fashion Way’ is to insert her fingers into her enemies womanhood, fingers pumping fast as Bash gives her ultimatum, “Cum or Quit!”
Aloisia shakes her head and struggles to pull free but she's trapped. It's happening again, she thinks. Total humiliation. And unlike the apartment match long ago, she walked into it willingly. The more she fights to break free, the deeper Cindy goes. And Bash knows what she's doing. And it's been… a long time for Aloisia.
A very long time. And it feels so good.
Suddenly, Aloisia realizes her mind is ignoring her body and refusing to fight back. Betraying her, she feels her hips grinding into Bash's digits more and more. And Cindy notices it as well. Aloisia is her plaything now. The end is obvious. But Cindy wants this to be more humbling for the German woman who'd disrespected her and her family. She brings Aloisia just to the edge of bursting and stops. She drops the leg and the leash and rises, flicking Aloisia's wetness back down onto her. Berge's body shudders and she cries out, obviously wrecked by the sudden denial. A deep-seated need to use this moment to fight back conflicts with her baser desires as she rolls onto her back, feeling herself.
Cindy struts over to the tree and begins ripping open packages. This is FAWN. What she's looking for has to be in here. She spies the name “Trixie” on one and, oh, wouldn't it be perfect if the tool of Aloisia's destruction came from a friend? Alas, it's a waffle iron. She tosses it aside. A lot of it is actually pretty useless. Make-up kits, fancy shoes… a history of the fed FAWN absorbed, WOLF. But when she spies the names Donna and Dana Dunbar on two different packages, Cindy smiles. It has to be.
In Dana's gift, handcuffs and a key. Useful, Cindy thinks. But in Donna's gift?
Exactly what Cindy wanted under the tree.
Aloisia pushes herself up, drawing in deep breaths and trying to regain control. Cindy strides towards her with a gift bag in her hands. Bash backhands Aloisia to the wall. The German repays her with a left hook across the jaw and a boob punch. Cindy can't pretend they didn't hurt, but she has a determination she hasn't felt in years. She brings her elbow across Aloisia's nose and pulls her hand from the back. Using the handcuffs like brass knuckles, Cindy batters Aloisia's belly repeatedly until the German is ready to fold. Cindy reaches behind Aloisia and undoes her corset, freeing her scratched, sweating but still impressive juggs.
“On your knees,” Cindy demands, shoving Aloisia down. Berge can't help but comply but struggles as Bash leans behind her and cuffs her hands behind her back. Naked except for her stockings, Aloisia tries to think of some way out of this. She hears rustling in front of her. Then Cindy snapping her fingers. Aloisia looks up.
Cindy stands before her, topless, and wearing a thick, studded strap-on. The Japanese redneck grins. “We both know you've lost. Either say the words, or let your pride keep get the worst of you. But you might want to give this some licks.” Bash smacks the phallus. “Dry won't be fun.”
Aloisia's eyes saucer out. There has to be a way. There has to…
Aloisia leans forward and does as she's told, sucking on the strap-on and getting it wet. When Cindy is satisfied by Aloisia's job, she pulls her up by brown tressses and slams her against the wall again before slowly, methodically, entering her with the strap-on. This time, Aloisia doesn't hold back. She moans long, closing her eyes and giving in.
Cindy slaps her across the cheek. “Open your eyes,” she demands. “Look at the woman who defeated you.” Aloisia does so as she feels the slow pumping picking up speed. Cindy's breast mash into hers, her sweaty body slamming against her. The leash is again in her hand and Cindy pulls it tight. Aloisia watches the pride, the smug cruelty welling up in Cindy's eyes and it hurts so bad she can't do anything about it. But the pain gives way to tingling pleasure and soon Aloisia is working in perfect motion with Cindy, never closing her eyes, doing what she's told.
As the climax builds, Aloisia expects some attack, or an interruption, but not this time. Cindy drives Aloisia to the finish line and beyond. Berge screams out in ecstasy, crying to God and begging more in German. And it's not a brief moment. It goes on for minutes as years of pent-up frustration literally pour from her. Finally, Aloisia's body goes limp. Her lips part and, normally, she'd want to kiss someone who did this to her, but it's Cindy. The woman who vanquished her. She just hangs til Cindy withdraws and allows her to, once more, crumple to her knees. Aloisia casts her eyes down, holding herself up by her hands, at Bash's feet.
Specialty matches in FAWN usually come with parental guidance workings and like this one XXX ratings, Aloisia’s studies covered these, but really not what she focused on. Cindy though came up through the wrestling ranks that lead to FAWN so all the experience is on her side. Bash strolls over to the table finding a Christmas tree shaped cookie and takes a bite, Bash chews on the sugar cookie and reminds Berge, “You haven’t submitted yet, we can go again.”
Aloisia still on her knees can’t move, she can’t even raise her head, she’s just that exhausted. Cindy pops the second half of the cookie into her mouth, “Have it your way.”
Cindy peels the strap on off her nearly naked body and kicks Aloisia in the side sending her rolling across the floor. Completely spent Berge ends up on her back, eyes fluttering, the Professor’s best asset her brain is fogging over, her body no longer obeying orders lies on the floor looking at the ornate ceiling titles. Cindy stands above her head looking down on her opponent, “You should stick to the ring, you’re slightly less pathetic there.”
Bash lowers her undercarriage on to the Polynesian’s features, Cindy grinds down on Aloisia’s face settling in and places both hands on the giant tits, mauling and slapping way at the fleshy mounds. Berge squirms under her tormentor, but shows no signs of fighting back or protecting herself. It only goes on for a few moments before the door opens, and Al Carpenter returns, still with cup of eggnog and Santa hat on, “That’s it Cindy, You’ve won.”
Cindy groans, becoming lost in her own gyrations, but when Al walks over and offers a hand, the Japanese Redneck accepts the help to her feet. Carpenter raises her arm by the wrist.
In the arena the ring announce makes it official, “Your winner of the Christmas Catfight….CINDY BASH!”
The camera’s cut off from the mansion feed as the ring attendants get ready for the next Season’s Beatings match.
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Back in the Mad House:
Moments later, production assistants are breaking down the shoot while others are checking on Aloisia, bringing her to and helping her up. A robe is offered, which she takes. Her thighs are still wet from her release, as is her face from Cindy's. She can taste Bash in her mouth. Leaving the study, she sees Bash nearby, gloating, still mostly naked and shining from her splashy finish.
“This,” Aloisia growls with exhaustion, “we're not done.” Her pride wells up in her. She wants to launch onto Bash once more, but her body isn't ready.
“Let me know when,” Cindy scoffs. “I could always use a few more wins, and you obviously needed what I gave you.”
Before Aloisia can retort, security shows up to prevent an incident. Not that Aloisia could cause one. She looks, and Cindy is already walking away with the win and Aloisia's pride.