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Rock ‘n’ Brawl

By Wolfboy

They say don’t meet your heroes; well, Betty fights one of them instead!

Betty had come to the festival for one reason and one reason only she had to admit. She desperately wanted to see the Catnip, the band fronted by Sophie Morgan who unbeknown to the glamorous blonde had been a former opponent of Emma’s. Her singing career as the front woman of the popular band had really taken off after that fight, and four top ten albums had cemented them as popular regulars on the U.K. music festival scene. As her musical career gathered momentum, there had been less and less sign of Sophie on the catfight scene. It seemed as if she had stopped fighting altogether, although Emma refused to believe that to be the case completely, given that she’d been such an accomplished and enthusiastic fighter when they’d met. At the same time, the papers were often talking about another one night stand with a woman for Sophie who was often seen smuggling women in and out of her hotels, or on to her tour bus. Emma suspected there was some sort of connection; as she waited in line at the signing table after the band’s set, little did Betty know that she was about to find out the truth!

‘You were amazing, you guys totally rocked tonight!’ Betty gushed enthusiastically as she reached the front of the queue, brandishing a black Catnip shirt and a silver sharpie.

‘Thanks’ Sophie smiled thinly, looking pretty tired as she took the sharpie from Betty. Then her eyes brightened a little as she looked up to take in the appearance of the glamorous blonde who stood in front of her wearing a Catnip tank top, daisy dukes and a pair of Converse. ‘Say….I think I recognise you’ Sophie said, suddenly more enthusiastic about this chance encounter.

‘Me?’ Betty asked, more than a little surprised. ‘No, you must be thinking of someone else’ she said, blushing a little.

‘I do!’ Sophie insisted, and then her face showed that she suddenly recognised exactly where it was that she’d seen Betty before. She lowered her voice a little and said ‘you’re one of those Smythe catfighters aren’t you?’

‘Well…...err….yes, yes I am. Do you watch them then?’ Betty asked Sophie.

‘Yeah, I watch them’ Sophie admitted, adding ‘it’s what I’d be doing if the band didn’t take off so much. I’d fight you right now if you’d like to?’ she asked Betty.

‘Well, I mean I’m not really dressed for it. And we can’t fight here now can we’ Betty said a little hesitantly.

‘Come on…..it’ll be fun’ Sophie encouraged. ‘We can go on my tour bus and have a nice little catfight while they drive me to tomorrow night’s venue’ she suggested to Betty.

‘Is there room for it on your bus?’ Betty asked, a little taken aback still, but getting more than a little drawn into the idea. ‘I mean, it does sound like it could be fun….and different’ she admitted.

‘There’s barely room, but we’ll make it work’ Sophie smiled, Betty not really noting that glint of mischief in her eyes as she noted she had this blonde hooked and just needed to land her now. ‘Look, we’ll fight while they drive. And when we get to the next town, I’ll have someone come and drive you home’ she said.

‘Well OK then….if you’re sure it’s OK’ Betty said.

‘Oh, I’m very sure’ Sophie replied to her. ‘Just wait around here for a bit while I finish up signing these last few autographs and then we’ll get at it’ she said.

So Sophie did just that, signing her last few autographs for the day while Betty waited there, enjoying the early evening sunshine that fell warmly across her shoulders. She looked around, hearing the music from the two stages almost merge into one muddled song from this vantage point slightly above the main festival site. As she took that in, she didn’t really notice that Sophie had finished her signing, until the jet haired rock singer sidled up beside her, slipped her right hand into Betty’s left, gave it a little squeeze and smiled sweetly as she said softly ‘lets fight bitch’

Betty laughed at that, and she allowed herself to be led through the car park of the site until they arrived at Sophie’s tour bus, an impressive black and silver coach with heavily tinted windows. ‘The rest of the band wanted to stay on here a little while longer’ Sophie explained to Betty. ‘They want to see one of the bands playing later on they claim. I think they just want to get drunk. But anyway, we’ll have the bus to ourselves other than the driver, and she won’t mind at all!’

‘Sounds good’ Betty replied, her mouth a little dry with the anticipation of getting to fight with her favourite singer.

So the jet-haired rock singer led Betty up the steps of the bus, her ass swaying seductively as she did so, with the long T-shirt that she was wearing as a dress clinging tightly to every curve as it was belted at her waist. She wore a pair of high heeled black thigh boots still that Betty recognised as part of her stage attire from earlier when she had appeared to be very much in her on stage dominatrix persona. Now Betty was fairly sure she wore none of that black leather gear beneath the tight grey T-shirt. Because it would surely have been clear enough to her if she did. Sophie led the way down the aisle of the bus to what was effectively a little bedroom at the back of the bus; one with a curtain to be drawn across the entrance to stop prying eyes from seeing what was going on back there. Only now that they were back there in the privacy of that little room did Sophie release Betty’s hand, almost as if she were worried Betty might have disappeared had she not held her, and the blonde had a moment to take in the surrounds as the jet haired woman folded away the bed to leave more space. She realised that she was standing on a floor covered with wrestling mats as she did look around the tight space. Any fight held here was going to be a busy one she quickly figures; there was no room for escape in this little arena.

‘We should wait until we’re out on the main roads I think’ Sophie suggested, adding ‘it usually works better than way. I’m going to get ready though while we wait for that, you should do the same’ she suggested.

‘So, I’m not the first?’ Betty asked, taking the opportunity to untie her converse so that she could take them off.

‘I’ve fought a few here, though I prefer to do it in my wrestling dungeon at home’ Sophie said, Betty raising an eyebrow at that prospect. Across the room, Sophie had removed that T-shirt she had been wearing as a dress now, and with her back to Betty, the blonde was able to confirm her earlier thought; she was naked other than her black thigh boots. Betty could see that she was in great shape too as she peeled off her daisy dukes so that she wore just a black G-string and her Catnip tank top. Across on the other side of the small room, Betty thought she saw a couple of sex toys held in place on the back of a cupboard door by some clips. Sophie quickly had that door shut though as she grabbed a deep red leather looking G-string of her own to wear for the fight. She slipped that on with an ease that made Betty realise it most likely wasn’t leather, before she turned as Betty pulled off her tank top over her head, putting it in a neat pile with her daisy dukes and converse. The coach had been moving slowly all that time, but it was still lurching around on the uneven ground of the festival site just yet as Sophie crossed the room to get a little closer to Betty. It was almost like she was comparing herself physically with the blonde, something that was confirmed as she said ‘so I’m 5 feet 8 inches tall, 151lbs…..38C in case you were wondering. What does that make you?’

‘I’m 5 feet 9 inches and 158bs…...38DD because I can tell that you’re wondering’ she smiled, seeing that Sophie’s eyes were very much focussed on her bare breasts.

‘Oh…..yeah, I’ll suck on those all night long…..if you can make me’ Sophie smirked, then she continued, ‘but you should know…..I fight without rules, and I’m going to kick the shit out of you…..then fuck you senseless bitch!’

‘Big words rock star’ Betty replied, feeling that rush of adrenaline as she realised this was going to be a real fight now. ‘The only fucking will be me fucking you up though!’

‘We’ll see’ Sophie said, and it was evident that the time for talk was over as she lashed out a fast slap, catching Betty in the face. In an instant, she had both hands tangled up in Betty’s blonde hair to throw her to the mats, across the right confines of the bus. ‘I thought you said we’d wait un…...oooofffff!’ Betty groaned now, her protest cut off as Sophie crossed the room and used those boots to great effect as she kicked the blonde in the breasts.

‘No rules you stupid cow!’ Sophie pointed out, adding ‘don’t get on a bus with someone you don’t know to fight if you’re not up to it’. Then she used the laces of her high heeled thigh boots to cruelly rake the face and eyes of the blonde, making her shriek in protest. It was quite evident quickly to Betty; for all of Sophie’s friendly facade, she was a nasty woman on the mats. Another kick went in, targeting Betty’s breasts with unerring accuracy again as Betty was rolled to her back, moaning in pain and clutching her already battered breasts. There was no respite from Sophie either as she went straight back into those blonde locks to force Betty up and hurl her across the mats into another hard landing. Quickly the jet haired rock star closed in on Betty again, probably looking to use those unforgiving black boots on her once again, knowing she could kick the fight out of most women pretty quickly that way. Betty knew it just as well, and had no intention of taking another hard shot from then so early on, and she caught Sophie’s foot. As she was forced to balance on one foot, Sophie was wide open and took a telling shot from Betty as her right hand connected right on the very low waist band of her tiny G-String.

Betty knew she was in a fight here, pure and simple, rather than the friendly match she’d perhaps been envisaging only moments before. And the tall glamorous blonde did know how to fight too; something she showed now, climbing back to her feet to wrench Sophie down to her back roughly by her jet black hair. Immediately, Betty dived for her, landing heavily on top of the British singer before flailing away with an adrenaline fuelled flurry of slaps. The first couple landed, snapping Sophie’s head left and right, before she regained her composure and used her arms to form a rigid defensive shell around her head so that Betty was merely slapping at her arms now. The blonde realised it quickly, and switched her tactics, landing a slap and grab to Sophie’s left breast that made her wince with pain as she felt nails digging in to her sensitive C Cup breast. ‘How do you like that you bitch?’ Betty asked, knowing full well that Sophie was not enjoying this exchange at all.

‘I’ve had harder massages bitch!’ Sophie shot back though, sending a punch into Betty’s ribs as she bucked her hips to try and shake her off. It was unsuccessful this time though as Betty rode the attempt before grabbing a double handful of hair to bang the back of Sophie’s head on the soft mats. It wasn’t quite going the way of the rock chick at this point as both women felt the bus starting to pick up speed but bounce around less as it reached the smoother paved roads away from the festival site. As the bus picked up speed, so did the fight with Betty slapping Sophie’s face before going back to that breast maul, sensing that to be a problem for Sophie. Indeed, the jet haired woman moaned loudly again as she felt it but she surprised Betty with a simple thrust to the chest, sliding her hand up the blonde’s body as it landed to close it at her throat. ‘Bitch’ she rasped as she felt the strong choking grip at her throat, ultimately acting as a distraction as Sophie sent another punch into her side, and used the grip in time with a shift of her hips to roll Betty off her to the mat.

Dangerously, the blonde fell well in range of Sophie’s legs and she proved she was more than happy to use those thigh boots to her advantage again, slamming the soles of them into Betty’s stomach and breasts. ‘Oooofff…...uugghhhh!’ Betty moaned loudly at that harsh assault, and she needed a moment to catch her breath. Unfortunately for her, Sophie wasn’t exactly the kind of woman to give her a moment, instead forcing her up by the hair and sending her chest first into the wall of the tour bus. Immediately the hard fighting rock chick was on her with a hard punch to the kidney area, then a grab of that black G-string, ripping it up into a wedgie that harshly cut into Betty making her shriek loudly. ‘You’ll be shrieking like that when I’m fucking you as well bitch!’ the jet haired woman purred in Betty’s ear now. Then she grabbed her flowing blonde hair, and slammed her face first into the wall of the tour bus, Betty finding it to be for more effective than any turnbuckle as she was introduced harshly to the unforgiving surface. She wheeled groggily off the wall following that move from Sophie and found what Emma had found previously with Sophie, that she was a powerful woman as she swept Betty up and dropped her across her knee in a backbreaker.

Betty cried out in pain as the jet haired fighter started to stretch her there, one hand pushing down on her bare breasts, the other edging closer and closer to her crotch as Sophie kept up the punishment. It was only a few moments in to the fight but as Sophie made her cry out again, Betty was in deep trouble in this environment. No referee was going to save her from what Sophie had in mind for her here as the jet-haired rock singers hand now moved to try and cover her nose and mouth. A hand smother was just another problem for Betty in a fight that really hadn’t gone her way so far at all, and she started to squirm on Sophie’s knee, hoping to make it difficult to hold her there. She hadn’t quite considered Sophie’s response though which was to simply shove her off her knee to the mats, making her land heavily to add to her discomfort. Betty had little time to gather herself; Sophie was a fierce hair puller and her hands were straight back into the blonde locks, to pull Betty back to her feet. As she had earlier, Betty used the motion of rising to strike at the jet haired fighter, this time delivering an uppercut to the body to surprise her. Sophie was frozen in place for the briefest moment, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ shape in surprise as the air was taken from her body by the breath snatching punch.

Betty showed no hesitation now, going to the hair and simply wrenching Sophie to the mat flat on her back. Then the tall blonde simply dropped on to the rock chick to flatten her to her own mats with a big splash, making sure to keep her winded. A cross pin was taken up by Betty, high across Sophie’s body, one hand pinned to the mat, but she was unable to trap an arm between her long legs. As she ran her nails down Sophie’s body, Betty eyed her target with glee as she eased aside the jet haired fighters deep red G-String and started to maul her womanhood harshly. In return, as she moaned loudly in pain, Sophie simply smacked Betty’s ass, seemingly the most ineffective of counters to the painful mauling she was suffering at Betty’s hands. ‘Why don’t you submit bitch?’ Betty suggested now, ‘make it easy on yourself!’ she advised.

‘Easy?’ Sophie mocked, ‘you’re just getting me all turned on you stupid cow!’ she laughed, grabbing Betty’s own G-string now and pulling it back into a wedgie again. That was still little more than a distraction as Betty knew she was clearly hurting the tough rock singer, despite her protests to the contrary. As ever though, a distraction could prove quite useful, especially against a woman who failed to see it for what it was. That was certainly the case here as with one firm pull, Sophie was able to rip Betty’s G-string. Suddenly the blonde wasn’t even afforded the scant protection that the skimpy garment would have provided as Sophie’s fingers entered her pussy. Pleasure, not pain, was Sophie’s first course of action here as she started to deliver an expert finger fucking to Betty who simply whined ‘Ooooohhhhh…..you…..bitch…...ooooohhhhh!’ as she felt those fingers work their magic on her.

‘That’s right you little tart’ Sophie taunted now, ‘you like this don’t you?’ she said, not really phrasing it as a question. Betty’s airy whines of pleasure suggested that there was no doubt of that fact. There was still a fight to be won here, but the way Sophie was finger fucking Betty quickly had her practically purring with the unexpected pleasure that had been forced on to her by surprise just when she had felt herself to be on top. Her focus on her mauling attack was totally lost now too, hand still in the crotch of Sophie but no longer causing her any pain.

‘Dirty bitch’ Sophie mocked now as Betty moaned ‘mmmnngghhh…...mmmmmm’, already starting to get a little lost in the expert attentions of Sophie. The jet haired rock chick was evidently an expert in dominating a woman in more than one way, and she had Betty practically unable to fight her for the moment, despite her holding the top position. Sophie recognised the precarious situation she was still in here though, beneath Betty. She knew if the blonde regained her composure, she would still have the upper hand, and she quickly converted her grip to a pussy claw, fingers inside the blonde making her shriek ‘oh shit…...noooo!’ in agony.

‘Oh yes!’ Sophie taunted, working her fingers to make Betty howl in pain once again while she used the total distraction of that grip to help her squirm out from beneath the blonde. As soon as she managed it, those long, unforgiving thigh boots were back in play, the soles slamming into Betty’s side to roll her off to the mat, moaning in increasing pain. ‘Stop kicking me you bitch!’ Betty complained as the jet haired singer simply laughed at her, pointing out ‘there are no rules, stupid!’ It was clear that those boots, hard soled, heeled boots, as they were had been inflicting plenty of pain each time Sophie had put them to use on Betty’s body though. It was also clear as Sophie stretched out her legs to snare Betty’s head in a head scissor between the leather and laces of her boots that she wasn’t going to stop using them either. In fact here, she deliberately scissored Betty with her lower legs so that she could make sure to punish with the boots rather than using her more powerful, but uncovered thighs. Betty groaned loudly as she started to feel the squeeze being put on her by Sophie nevertheless, then she shrieked as Sophie grabbed her right nipple to twist it sharply. Betty tried to protect against that; Sophie raked her body with sharp nails instead, drawing another shriek of pain from the increasingly beleaguered blonde. In response, she resorted to the same tactic, stopping trying to defend herself and instead scratching furiously at Sophie’s body like a cornered wildcat.

The truth was that she really was cornered though, as Sophie hastily subdued her with a duo of stinging slaps to the face, presented perfectly as it was framed between the legs of the jet haired rock chick. Quickly now, Sophie moved to finish her, like a cat tiring of toying with a mouse, and she pulled Betty up to her feet by the hair. She used another kick, delivered with a cruel intent with the toe of her unforgiving boot to the belly of the blonde catfighter. That doubled Betty up in front of Sophie only for the blonde to grab her hair and rip her to the matted area hard on her back. There was the briefest of opportunities for Betty perhaps as the bus rounded a corner a little quicker that expected, but she’d found herself beaten down to the point she couldn’t really respond to Sophie tottering on her high heeled boots for a moment. Then the jet haired fighter jumped, delivering a shin drop to the sensitive breasts of Betty, before she roughly dragged her but up her breasts to rest her shin across her throat snugly. The leather of the boot felt cool and rough against Betty’s body as Sophie grabbed her hair to pull her head up and forwards, making sure she took the worst of the shin choke. Then the slaps started to rain in on Betty’s face, with Sophie telling her ‘submit bitch! Submit! Let me fuck you!’ as she landed the stinging blows.

‘No…..noooo!’ Betty protected, her voice rasping a little from the choke, but she was fading, taken aback by the sheer ferocity of the singer she had watched on stage only a little while earlier.

‘Oh….but you will’ Sophie admonished her now, switching up to punch her once in the mouth, just to make sure that Betty realised that she was happy to beat a submission out of her if she wasn’t able to choke it out of her.

‘You bitch’ Betty protested, fading further as she did so, unable to work her way out from the tightening choke.

‘Yes I am…..And I’m going to be the bitch fucking you tonight. Now submit to me!’ Sophie demanded, opening up with the stinging slaps again.

‘OWWWWW…...I…...SUBMIT!’ Betty now cried out, broken by the tough rock chick.

‘Thought you’d be tougher you fucking blonde pussy’ Sophie smirked now, ‘hope you’re better at fucking than fighting’ she said, releasing the choke as she told Betty ‘stay there, we’re not done just yet.’

‘But I submit!’ Betty protested indignantly, causing Sophie to stand over her, right boot pressing into her left breast for a moment.

‘I know you did sugar….’ Sophie smiled, ‘but I told you at the start that I was going to kick the shit out of you and fuck you senseless bitch. And I’ve only done one of those yet…..so wait there!’ she told Betty.

So despite the misgivings she had, Betty did wait there on the mats, naked, propped up on her right elbow as she watched Sophie walk back to the cupboard where she had suspected there was some sort of sex toy attached to the back of the door. Sophie stripped out of her own deep red G-string now, quickly stepping into the harness of a matching coloured strap on before she also unclipped a dildo from the cupboard door too, bringing that into play as well. Betty gulped a little apprehensively as she observed this dildo doubled as the handle to a cat-o-nine-tails which the jet haired singer wielded with authority. She may have wielded it with authority but she delivered it across Betty’s breasts with an artistry that meant the crack it made created a shock value far in excess of the faint stinging pain Betty felt fleetingly from it. The message was clear enough though; Sophie was in control and had the tools at her disposal to make sure the naked blonde was more than aware as she grabbed her hair and made her knee walk to the seat across the back of the bus. Sophie was in complete control of Betty who found her resistance had been finally melted by that crack of the cat-o-nine-tails. ‘Lucky you’ Sophie cooed in her ear now as she forced her into an awkward position, her hands stretched out in front of her to support her body bent over the seat with her ass up in the air. Sophie cracked that cat-o-nine-tails in her expert manner across that ass now, once again, the noise startling Betty more than the impact. ‘Lucky you’ Sophie cooed once more, ‘getting fucked by your favourite rock star!’ she told Betty as she guided that strap on into her from behind now.

‘Ooooohhhhh!’ Betty moaned immediately, feeling Sophie’s strap on inside her as the jet haired woman held her roughly around the waist with her left arm. Her right still clutched the dildo handle of the cat-o-nine-tails firmly while she allowed the tails of the whip to trail lightly across Betty’s back now. There was a tingling sensation across Betty’s body wherever the whip touched her, almost as if she were anticipating the crack of it’s nine tails once again. That didn’t happen though; instead Sophie now started to thrust her hips to begin forcing the strap on deeper into Betty, each thrust bringing a moan of sheer ecstasy from the blonde. She may have been deeply ashamed to find herself well beaten and getting the wrong end of a victory fucking from Sophie, but God was she turned on, she had to admit it, as Sophie got to work on her. The trash talk from Sophie as she slowly increase the tempo of her fucking hardly helped Betty’s state either as she was told ‘you’re just a fucking groupie…..bimbo…….slut’ by the rock chick.

And despite it all, the pain in her body from Sophie’s boots especially, the shame from losing a hard fight to an apparent amateur, Betty couldn’t help but moan with increasing urgency in time with those thrusts of the hips from Sophie. ‘Ooooohhhhh…..mmmmnnhhhh…...ooohhhhh!’ she cooed, rapidly approaching her orgasm at the hands of the jet haired singer who had delivered the defeat to her. Now she would deliver her a screaming orgasm too, topped off just as Sophie started to probe her ass with the dildo handle of her cat-o-nine-tails. ‘OOOHH FUCK…..OOOOHHHHH FUUCCCKK!’ YESSS…….OOOHHHHH FUUUUCK!’ Betty squealed as the first waves of the orgasm crashed through her body, but Sophie didn’t stop thrusting with the strap on until she was sure she had wrung every last ounce of sexual pleasure out of the tall glamorous blonde. Then she gave her one last crack across the butt with the cat-o-nine-tails, giving Betty once last experience, for now, of her skilled handling of that implement. ‘Thought you’d have been tougher blondie’ Sophie teased her now, ‘but you did last longer than most I suppose.’

‘You don’t fight fair!’ Betty complained, turning to sit naked on the seat she’d been stretched over to be fucked moments earlier.

‘Maybe not’ Sophie allowed, ‘but I did say there were no rules though…’

‘Well next time I’ll kick your ass bitch!’ Betty shot back.

‘Oh, so there’s going to be a next time is there? Well sure…...you come and do that whenever you’re ready’ Sophie said, handing Betty a business card with her address on it. ‘Then you can experience a dungeon fight with me, if you’re brave enough blondie’ she questioned.

‘I’ll be ready for you this time’ Betty warned her.

‘Oh I’m sure’ Sophie smiled. ‘Give it a few weeks, and come over to my house, and you can be one of my famous one night stands’ she told Betty.

‘So you don’t…..’ Betty asked, trailing off as Sophie replied.

‘Oh I fuck every single one of them….or get fucked by them. But I fight to determine how it goes. Just like I will with you. Now get dressed and get off my bus bitch!’ she told Betty who had no choice other than to comply with her. At least the rock chick was good to her word though; there was a car there with a female driver to take Betty home. And that was a journey that passed with Betty turning her smouldering anger at her defeat and the nature of it, into planning just how she might get her revenge on the lead singer of Catnip...