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The Bitch

By Wolfboy

Claire looks to take advantage of a tired opponent again

‘Oh, thank you’ Betty said, following Claire down the short corridor towards the changing rooms. She was looking forward to a good hot shower, to try and soak away the aches and pains of the gruelling match with Keighley, knowing she needed to be ready to go again tomorrow in the tournament semi-finals. ‘So, do you fight here as well?’ she asked Claire. ‘I mean, I assume you do as you’re heading for the changing rooms?’

‘Oh, it’s been known’ Claire smirked, unseen by Betty as she led her to a door off the side of the corridor. ‘The changing rooms are just through here’ Claire told the American blonde, opening the door to let her through before musing ‘I wonder whey the lights are off in here?’ as she closed the door, silently locking it with the catch. ‘Hang on, I’ll find the switch’ she called into the darkness, knowing that for her plan to work, she was going to have to work quickly now.

‘I’m not sure this is….’ she heard Betty reply in the darkness, cut off as Claire used that sound to locate her as her eyes just started to adjust to the inky black light, and she slammed a fist into Betty’s mouth, dropping her to her butt on the thinly carpeted floor. The hastily improvised trap was sprung, and Claire had the element of surprise on her her side against a woman who was already tired from a long match. Now she switched the light on, and quickly took in the surroundings of what seemed to be a largely empty storage room in the Smythe Mansion. Just two boxes stood in the far corner of the room, and wondering what might be in those, Claire took off her black jacket and got ready to set about the blonde.

‘You see’ she said, delivering a fierce slap to Betty’s face as she got to her knees, ‘you shouldn’t be in that fucking tournament’ she continued, delivering another slap as she held Betty’s blonde hair to keep her on her knees. ‘I should be in that fucking tournament’ she seethed, ‘but oh no! Lady fucking Amelia has to import some blonde bimbo and give her a shot’ she continued, now driving a knee between the blonde’s breasts to knock her to her back on the floor. Claire had always had this opportunist streak about her, and fuelled by her recent change of manager and a feeling of being overlooked, she was going to vent all of her frustrations on Betty now. Grabbing the blonde’s ankles, she set her moaning in pain quickly as she spread her legs to deliver a knee drop to the pussy. As Betty clutched her womanhood, Claire was able to take another moment to get herself really ready to fight. Off came her white blouse, neatly folded along with her jacket as she placed them in the corner of the room. She now wore a white lace bra, black jeans that appeared to be sprayed on to her thick thighs, and a pair of chunky heeled brown knee high boots.

She used those boots to great effect straight away too, sending a kick into the body of the blonde who had reached all fours only to be sent straight back to the floor, gasping for air. ‘Thought you’d win the tournament didn’t you?’ Claire sneered, slashing her nails across Betty’s back to draw an anguished cry from the blonde. There was no pause from Claire either as she simply forced Betty to her feet, shrugged off a glancing blow from a right hand and delivered a fierce forearm to her big breasts to send her back to the wall. Claire was all over Betty still, there against the bare plaster wall, sending a flurry of right hands into her naked body to slowly beat her down to a seated position against the wall. The withering barrage of punches had certainly done the naked blonde no favours, and the situation hardly improved further as she found Claire’s boot pressed against her throat now for a moment. Claire grabbed the hair too, making sure that Betty got the full effect of the choke before the hair was used to force her slowly to her feet. Not that she was upright for long as Claire used the hair to throw Betty across the room and in to a hard landing on the unforgiving surface.

‘Well let me tell you’ Claire continued her one sided conversation ‘you’re going to win the grand sum of fuck all when I’m done with you, bitch!’ as she stalked across the room to continue her assault on Betty. Going to the hair, she forced the blonde to her knees, then made her ‘walk’ on them so that she might slam her face into the top of one of the boxes. That dislodged the lid and Claire was quick to stuff the blonde’s head into the box, pushing her foot on the back of her neck so that the stiff cardboard started to choke her. Betty’s eyes bulged as she took in the contents of the box quickly, realising that this crazy woman was out to finish her tournament hopes quickly. Claire was just a little bit distracted, confidently telling Betty ‘you’re going to take a nap just like that goth bitch!’ before she screeched ‘OOOOWWWWW….you cunt!’ as Betty grabbed a can of air freshener from the box and let loose a blast of it at her face.

She staggered away from Betty, clutching her eyes for a moment, blinking furiously as she tried to clear her vision while the blonde tried to clear her head and either escape or take the fight to Claire. Realising that Claire would likely just cut her off if she went for the door at the moment, she threw the air freshener can at the jet haired jezabel and with Claire distracted, she simply tackled her to the floor so that she could wail away with rights and lefts to the body. Claire was suddenly forced to cover up as Betty grabbed the front of her bra to pull her up slightly so that she could repay her for the punch to the mouth which had jump started the fight. Claire moaned, but Betty was kneeling between her legs, and Claire quickly took advantage of that position, clamping her powerful thighs tightly around the blonde’s body. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Betty moaned, feeling those dangerous legs vice-like around her body, taking advantage of the work already done by Keighley. ‘That’s right bitch’ Claire mocked now, ‘you scream all you like’ she taunted as she flexed those thighs, making Betty do just that. Then Claire screamed as well as Betty’s hands were inside her bra in a flash, applying a double nipple twist that the blonde wanted to use to lift Claire and drive her back down to the hard floor. ‘No you fucking don’t!’ Claire protested before she nastily raked the blonde’s eyes, making her shriek in anguish at finding her vision assaulted as Claire released her scissor hold.

‘Not so much fucking fun now is it?’ Claire admonished Betty, slapping the kneeling blonde’s face before getting to her feet to retrieve the can of air freshener. She didn’t spray it though, instead gripping it tightly so she could ram the end of it hard into the still blinking blonde’s belly.

‘OOOOFFFF….YOU…..FUCKING…...BITCH!’ Betty protested loudly as she was winded again by the blow.

‘Yes…..yes I am’ Claire just smiled. ‘You’re starting to get the idea now’ she continued as she ground the chunky heel of her right boot into Betty’s right breast for a moment, adding extra punishment to the already battle weary blonde. Then she grabbed her ankles again, spreading her legs for a moment as Betty desperately tried to cover her womanhood, expecting that to be Claire’s target. Instead, Claire had noted the abrasive nature of the thin carpet on the floor of the room, and she flipped Betty to her front in what looked to be a conventional Boston Crab. That pretence lasted a couple of seconds before Claire started to to drag the blonde fighter around the room in the move, forcing her to try and ‘walk’ on her elbows. Whenever she failed, a shriek would follow as her breasts were dragged across the rough surface, delivering carpet burns to add to her pain. Claire enjoyed that move sadistically for a good sixty seconds that must have felt longer to Betty. Still the punishment continued with one of those brown boots placed between the blonde’s shoulder blades while Claire twisted her arms back into a torturous position, making her cry out in pain once more. Eventually, Claire released that hold too, subduing Betty with a knee drop to the upper back before getting up and going over to investigate the contents of the other box in the room.

The evil smile that spread on her face would have told Betty all that she needed to know had she seen it. Claire had hit the jackpot in terms of weapons for a catfight as she found one of Lady Amelia’s old riding crops in there. Designed to control a horse, it was instead put to use by Claire who cracked it across the butt of her fallen opponent, returning her very loudly to her senses. ‘Though that might wake you up!’ Claire laughed as she used the hair to force Betty, very slowly, to her knees now. The blonde dug deep, firing back with a right hand to the body, but exhausted from the long match even before this impromptu brawl had started, it lacked the power to force Claire off her. Still holding the hair, Claire then drove a knee into the body of the blonde, subduing her once more. As Betty rolled to her back though, she quickly felt the riding crop across her body once again, this time cracked across her breasts to raise an angry looking mark there. ‘OH GOD!’ she howled in pain, ‘PLEASE STOP…..HELP!!’ she cried out, and then Claire revealed the brilliance of her hastily formed plan. ‘You’re wasting your breath, blondie’ she pointed out. ‘Its an old house….the walls are solid stone…..nobody is going to fucking hear you’ she sneered, planting her foot in Betty’s belly to punish her once more.

Betty tried to roll away, gagging for air from the punishing stomp as she did so. In truth, Claire had almost done what she needed to in order to make her point; sound proofed room or not, someone would start looking for Betty soon enough she knew. Riding crop still in hand, she stalked after Betty once more, looking to finish things now as she forced the ailing blonde to her feet by a grip of her hair. A hand between the legs allowed Claire to lift Betty with some impressive power, and she let her contemplate the impact with the hard floor now as she walked her around the room for a moment. ‘Please don’t…’ Betty pleaded as it seemed Claire had finally chosen her spot to deliver a crunching body slam on the hard floor. ‘AAAAGGGGHHHH!…..OOOOWWWWW….’ Betty groaned, shuddering then as Claire trailed the tip of her hastily appropriated riding crop up her body, between her breasts. Every part of her body hurt now, the fight driven from her by Claire’s brutal attacks. ‘Why?’ she groaned, still unsure why the jet haired jezabel had targeted her of all the women in the tournament.

Claire didn’t answer, instead preferring to make her point with one more move. Getting to the floor, she roughly wrestled the naked blonde into a rear body scissors, snapping her thigh thighs tightly around Betty’s waist. Then she quickly eased the head back slightly so that she could choke her. No ordinary choke though as Claire gripped the riding crop to force that across Betty’s throat. Immediately her hands came up, trying desperately, weakly, to ease the choking pressure; then Claire flexed her thighs again as she tuned on the power and made sure that Betty’s lungs emptied that little bit quicker. The blonde was exhausted, unable to resist, and as Claire kept up the pressure she felt her start to go limp in her grasp. One last mighty squeeze of the scissor hold, and as Betty again rasped the word ‘why?’, she was out, Claire roughly kicking her out from between her legs as she rolled away.

‘I’ll tell you why’ Claire replied now, her words falling on deaf ears of course. ‘It’s simple; It’s about time I got some fucking respect around her, and you’ she continued, ‘well, you were just in my way bitch!’

And with that, she turned on her heels, quickly putting back on her blouse and jacket, checking that her hair and makeup looked OK with a little compact mirror she kept in her jacket pocket, and left the room, propping the door open, knowing that someone would discover the naked blonde soon enough. And Claire kept walking, leaving the Smythe mansion as she enjoyed the shocked sounds of that discovery taking place in the distance behind her. If she couldn’t be part of Lady Amelia’s tournament, then she’d made damn sure it didn’t go off without any issues now...