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Britney and Anna circled each other in the luxurious Florida hotel suite, feinting and faking, each looking for a crack in the other's armour. The fight had gone on for a short while, neither woman able to prove her dominance, both of them sweating and panting with slight exertion as they looked for an opening ...



They had met downstairs in the hotel bar the night before, two celebs just sharing a drink and some conversation, and discovered they had both been in a number of catfights with other women. Everyone knew how competitive the WTA tour was, and it was a fact of life that the psychology of Anna's oncourt battles was dominated by the results of her catfights with her rival athletes. Britney, on the other hand, was in the cutthroat entertainment business, where there was always some new wannabe wanting a shot at her. Both of them were in town on business, but decided to spend an evening in the hotel testing themselves against one another physically. At first Anna had been reluctant to say yes - she didn't really know this woman or what she was capable of. Britney, desperate to get her body and reputation back in shape after childbirth, and to test herself against a real athlete, had offered her $50,000 for a victory.

"You win, you walk away with $50,000," stated the blonde, Louisiana beauty. "You lose, you owe nothing. You just have to live with the fact that I beat you." She smiled sinisterly, "Or, you can just walk away now and we'll forget this conversation ever took place."

The Russian bristled slightly at that last line, knowing she could handle herself in a fight, though she knew she was undoubtedly out of practice after hanging up her racquet. The American would be a tough one, she knew, but still wanted to take the haughty bitch down a notch or two. Besides, if she didn't win, at least she wouldn't be out of any cash. Physical damage she felt she could take, having gotten as good as she gave over the years with her rivals on the WTA.

"You're on," said the Russian, and they shook hands to seal the deal. The fight would take place in Britney's suite the next night at eight o'clock. No clothes were allowed, though underwear was optional and no holds barred.

The next day came and went quickly, until it was near the appointed hour. Anna slipped her 32B-24-34 frame into red French-cut brassiere and panties. It only dawned on her at that stage that she did not know if Britney would opt for a brassiere or go topless. Anna knew that she was inferior in this department and so fitted some chicken fillets in order to embellish and protect what were now her main source of income. Tossing a matching red cotton robe over her shoulders, she made her way barefoot to the elevator and rode twenty floors up to where Britney's suite was. Taking a deep breath, Anna knocked on the door of the suite only to find that it was already slightly open. She stepped into the large room to see Britney sitting naked, save for black lace bikini panties on the edge of bed at the back of the room. The Louisianan blonde woman sipping slowly from a glass of water, one leg crossed over the other.

"You made it," smiled the Princess of Pop after taking a long sip. "But you know the attire for tonight, Anna," she wagged her index finger.

"This was just to get me here," coolly remarked Anna, who let the robe fall from her shoulders. The other woman stood up from the bed and placed the glass on her night table so that her luscious 36C rack and 125lb were spread fully over her 5'5'' frame. They sized each other up as they turned to face each other, arms outstretched and feet spread wide for balance. Then they crouched and began to circle one another.

"You can still back out if you want," warned Britney as they spun around the room slowly. There was a wide expanse of room between the bed and the dressers, almost large enough to put in a wrestling mat - not that the two women needed one.

"Not on your life," replied Anna, never taking her eyes off the other woman in front of her.

"Excellent ..." smiled Britney .

tbc

lancer

Britney will destroy Anna and make her submit.

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Anna is a top athlete, Britney is only a little poor singer....so no chance for Britney...

Easy easy, too easy, win for Anna!

Go Anna!!!

Superman51

Britney is going to destroy that little Russians ass.

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Forget Berlin in '48, Cuba in '62, Munich in '72, the 'Miracle on Ice', or even Balboa vs Drago, US-Soviet relations were about to heat up like never before, as two of the hottest girls on the planet challenged one another to a catfight…..



Then, as if on cue, they lunged forward and buried their hands in each other's hair, fingers curling around straight, silky locks and pulling hard. They yanked and tugged ferociously, shaking each other like rag dolls, but neither beauty was able to gain the upper hand. Setting their sights lower, they released their hair holds almost at the same time, then latched on to each other's bouncing breasts and began squeezing with abandon. Sharp nails dug into soft flesh, and fingertips pulled hard at thick brown fleshy nipples, as four hands gripped and mauled and slashed and squeezed without pity. Both women threw back their heads and howled as they funnelled their aggression down their arms and assaulted each other's magnificent breasts with all their feminine might, neither amazon giving an inch as they savagely crushed each other's chests with their bare hands. Anna's bra had lasted all of 10 seconds and its slashed cups swung empty of their former charges.

"Bitch. That bra was a present."

They struggled and squeezed ceaselessly, but Anna was undoubtedly getting the worst of it- Britney's charges having been indurated by recent breastfeeding episodes. The Russian beauty gritted her teeth in agony as the American pinched her thick nipples ruthlessly between her thumbs and forefingers. Desperate to break free but refusing to submit, Anna dug her nails hard into her enemy's breasts and began to pull. Britney cried out as Anna savaged her, and responded with a slap to her foe's face that broke both their holds. Anna brushed her reddening cheek with her left hand and stared icily at her antagonist, before rushing Britney and wrapping her arms about her opponent's waist in a bearhug.

The Louisianan beauty didn't panic, however, and instead wound her own arms about Anna's waist, as the women proceeded to try and squeeze the life from each other. Anguished grunts and moans filled the air as they poured on the pressure. Again neither of them could obtain a clear advantage. They struggled in their stalemate for a while longer, crushing the breath from each other's bodies before Britney decided to fight dirty, by kneeing Anna in the crotch, bringing the two women apart.

"Blyadischa" swore the Russian.

It was Britney who then attacked first, leaping forwards talons slashing at the Russian's nose and lips. An unsighted Anna replied by sinking a bunched fist deep into the other female's soft gut, bending Britney over at the waist with a great expulsion of air from her lungs and mouth. Anna's advantage was only temporary, however.

"Bitch!" Britney screamed before grabbing Anna by the head with both hands, the right one clamping down atop Anna's skull while the left secured a grip on Anna's lower jaw. Her holds established, Britney began viciously twisting Anna's head from side to side, trying to wring her foe's neck. Anna grabbed Britney by the wrists to stem the tide, but she could feel the younger woman overpowering her, again forcing the older beauty's head and neck to twist at an unnatural angle. Steeling herself as she felt the terrible strain on her neck and shoulders, Anna took a deep breath before launching her knee straight up between Britney's legs, to hear the crack of bone on bone followed by an anguished scream from her opponent. Then she felt the strong hands falling away from her face, as Britney backed off to clutch her wounded womanhood.

"Payback time, slut!" muttered Anna as she reached back and then swung her right arm forward and around, the back of her hand cracking across Britney's right cheek and sending the Louisianan beauty sprawling sideways onto the bedside table. She tried to rise, but Anna was there to smash her square in the back with her interlocked fists, pounding them down sharply like an axe handle on Britney's spine. Britney cried out again at this new pain, and stumbled to her knees. She tried to get up, but only succeeded in pulling the drawer out all the way . She tried to rise again, and made it part way until she felt hands on the back of her head, and Anna pressing her downwards.



The older woman was now in total control, but only for a moment, as Britney reached back with one hand, got a hold of Anna's pussy, and began squeezing it for all it was worth in her awkward position. Anna bellowed in pain and rage, but quickly formulated a new plan of counter attack. She continued to force Britney downwards with one hand even as her own crotch continued to be under siege, albeit not as terribly if Britney had been facing Anna and squeezing with her hand right-side up.

Now Anna grabbed one of Britney's pendant breasts in her other hand, giving the soft olive melon a slight squash, and managed to push it down inside the partially-open bedside table. The Russian then reached around to Britney's other udder and did the same thing, until both of Britney's magnificent mammaries were safely ensconced in mahogany. Reaching down with one hand, even as her pudenda was being compressed as if in a mini-vice. Anna pressed against Britney's body and used their combined weight to slowly, deliberately close it, pushing it as far as it could go - which was wasn't very far with Britney's hanging globes in the way.

Britney screamed as she pulled her hand away from Anna's suddenly relieved crotch, the older woman breathing a huge sigh of relief. The pop princess tried to push off from the table and out of her predicament; but by now Anna had grasped the table handles with both hands and was holding it shut. The flat-chested Russian pounded Britney's rack as she bounced over and over against Britney's back, pinching her enemy's sweetly curved mounds in the drawer.

"I'll kill you!" Britney screamed as her chest continued to be under assault; but Anna only concentrated on her mission, her bare hands grabbing the drawer so tightly she thought her palms would bleed. Anna continued to mash her adversary's 36Cs, slamming and squeezing them mercilessly with the aid of the drawer, intent upon deflating them like water balloons - until she felt a sharp, shooting pain between her legs and then collapsed to the floor, hands on her crotch as she moaned low and long. Britney pulled in her elbow, which had struck a liberating blow to Anna's womanhood, and lifted her boobs from out of the drawer before also collapsing, gasping as she rubbed her wounded charges which were now weeping milk that turned pink as it ran over the scratches on her chest and dripped onto the soft white carpet.

tbc

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With the bedside table incident, the fight had gotten out of hand. No longer was this a contest of strength and physical dexterity, if it ever was. Now it was a struggle for survival, and both women knew it as they tried to hasten their recoveries. Anna rose to her knees slowly, painfully, still holding her bruised groin. She held on to the edge of the bed with her left hand for support as she tried to stand, but stumbled to the carpet again on all fours in agony. She breathed heavily, almost panting, as sweat dripped off her back and forehead.

She tried to rise, again but as she did so she found no air coming in. She felt her mouth closed off, her nostrils constrained, and no way to breathe as a great weight descended on her from behind. While she had been struggling to get up, Britney had padded silently over to the blonde-haired amazon and straddled her back, reaching in front to clamp one hand over Anna's mouth and use the fingers of her other hand to pinch Anna's nostrils shut in a suffocating effort. Anna's muffled cries could be heard through Britney's hand as the Louisianan pressed it down hard over Anna's luscious lips, suffocating the Russian.



"Having trouble breathing, bitch?" chided Britney. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm just going to hold on until I smother you unconscious!" she murmured.

Britney pinched down harder on Anna's nostrils with her thumb and forefinger, her other hand clamped tight over Anna's mouth as if it were held there by industrial-strength adhesive. Anna suffered in silence, trying to save her strength for a last-ditch escape effort even as her oxygen reserves were running out. She tasted the bitter, acrid, wet flesh of her enemy's palm over her mouth even as she yearned to breathe for just a few seconds. It didn't help that Britney began sensually flicking her tongue in and out of Anna's right ear, playing with her prey and arousing her victim at the same time. Anna felt herself growing hot and bothered, juices welling up inside her as the American played with her, but it was only distracting her from her escape attempt. She thought of throwing Britney off by rearing up, but didn't think she had the strength. Growing desperate to the point of panic as she felt the darkness closing in on her, her eyelids fluttering madly to stay open, Anna reacted instinctively. She grabbed Britney's right hand with both of her own, and then pulled it in so that she could bite down hard on the soft flesh of Britney's palm. Britney's scream echoed throughout the suite as the American dumped her foe face first on the floor. Then she brought her right hand up to her face for inspection. Blood trickled from her palm where Anna's teeth had sliced through. There was a small cut, rather than a gaping wound, but it was painful, and irritated even more by the sting of sweat.

Britney sucked her hand to draw blood and perspiration away from the wound, her hateful eyes on her battered enemy the whole time. Then she cursed out loud and dropped on top of the dazed Anna, who had been sitting there on all fours just sucking sweet, ordinary air into her heaving chest.

Britney wrapped her long legs about Anna's torso, locking her ankles in front, before interlacing her hands and cupping them underneath Anna's chin to push it upwards, straining and stretching the Russian's spine in the process. Anna moaned as Britney began to yank back hard while simultaneously squeezing her strong thighs about Anna's tight waist.

"There's no getting out of this one, you Russian serf!" insulted Britney. "You should have just walked away last night, instead of pissing me off tonight. Now I'm either gonna break your back, or just crush you like a goddamn tin can!"

Anna shuddered slightly as she felt the power in the other woman's legs and arms and knew full well Britney was capable of carrying out either or both of her threats. Probably both. Anna felt her back bending even more severely as another source of agony wound about her body and constricted.

Britney licked her lips excitedly as she stuck it to her adversary, legs tightening like a clamp, hands pulling upwards like a steam shovel. She felt it was only a matter of time before she broke her foe, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it after the pain that Anna had inflicted on her rack. But it was Britney who screamed again as Anna again bit down on one of Britney's fingers.



Anna took advantage of her foe's agony by interlocking her fingers with Britney's, and pulling and tugging and twisting until her chin was free, all the while maintaining her vicious bite, her dry mouth filling with sweat and saliva. Free from one hold, she now sought escape from the second. Reaching down, Anna grabbed Britney by the ankles and dragged her opponent's bare feet up just as the American began to rear back, forcing Britney flat on her back on the floor. Releasing her bite, Anna grasped Britney's big toe and bent it back fiercely.

Britney's screams were bloodcurdling. She yanked hard at the back of Anna's hair in retaliation, but it only made things worse as the Russian refused to relent. Almost hysterically, Britney reached up and seized Anna by the neck with both hands, fingers pressing in hard on Anna's windpipe and throttling the Russian battler until Anna coughed hoarsely and let go of Britney's toe. Still being strangled from behind, Anna clawed at Britney's fingers until she was able to pry them loose by bending back one of Britney's fingers.

A dazed Anna then felt two long legs unwrapping from about her waist, and bare feet pressing against her own shapely ass before they thrust her forward where she crashed down on the carpet on her breasts, the rough carpet fibers tearing and ripping at her sensitive nipples. Anna rolled over and glanced down at her red, raw breasts as she began to get up, but then Britney lashed out, kicking Anna in both breasts. Anna uttered a muffled cry as Britney laughed out loud and poured on the pressure, foot-smothering her foe. The Russian gripped her tormentor's ankles, trying to pull her foe's feet away, but her hands gained no purchase whatsoever on the American's ankles which were slick with sweat.

"How does it feel, Anna?" mocked Britney. "Tits hurt? That's nothing compared to what you did to mine."

Unable to bite down hard again, Anna futilely beat on her opponent's shins with her balled-up fists, bone crashing against bone, until finally Britney dove on top of Anna, so that the two combatants becoming a tangle of arms, legs, hands and feet as they wrapped around each other, thrashing and tussling, struggling and squeezing.

dungood

awesome fight what more can you say nice work

Chronic

Actually these are two of my favorite victims so either way I love the match up. As far as I know storywise they are 1-1 against each other. Britney won a wrestling match and Anna won a boxing match.

Since both would look sexy as victims I will have to go with Anna because she has 4 inches on Brit.

Love your story so far...

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Anna would win easy with her physical conditioning, but then again Britney is a little bit crazy.

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They rolled over and over, neither women remaining on top for long, until Britney stuck out a bare foot to brace herself against the bed and wind up in the dominant position. Seizing Anna by the hair, she began to pound the back her head up and down on the plush carpet, which dulled some of the impact, but still managed to stun Anna. Britney then dropped down and flattened herself against Anna, who was growing dizzy.

The Russian beauty was helpless as the American reached down to grope for her throat, hands seeking a hold. Anna tried to ward off the impending attack with her own hands, but did so in vain, as Britney's hands found their hold and began squeezing in a stranglehold. Anna coughed hoarsely once more and tugged madly at her foe's wrists, but her enemy's grip was too strong. Anna could feel the breath being violently squeezed from her body as Britney's thumbs pressed deep into the folds of her throat, Britney's fingers curling in hard on the back of Anna's neck at the same time. Britney grinned fiercely, licking her lips eagerly as she took control, adding insult to potential injury by taunting her inherent victim.

Britney smiled wickedly as she poured on the pressure. Her face was right up in Anna's, the tips of their noses lightly touching, almost nuzzling.

"You're such a bitch, Anna. You haven't fought fair. Let's see who wants to fuck you now." spat Britney.

Britney tightened her grip, hands squeezing harder, knuckles whitening as Anna's face reddened from the unyielding tension. Anna moaned, her eyes shut tight in agony, as she began to writhe below her opponent. She was desperate to escape, but still unable to pry Britney's fingers from her windpipe. Her mind reeling as she felt herself fading, Anna knew she had to break free - and break free soon. But Britney wasn't about to just let that happen. No way.

"Good," Britney mocked her struggling prey. "Good! Still some fighting spirit left in you, bitch," as she let go of Anna's throat with one hand and started to administer open-palmed slaps to the Russian's face.

Releasing her pitiful grip on her foe's wrists, Anna felt the pressure increase on her windpipe as her resistance dissolved. She wrapped her legs around Britney as she reached up with both hands, moving almost as if in slow motion. Just the effort of raising her arms was painful, and Britney grinned eagerly, sensing the end was near for her rival.

Until Anna sank her nails into her enemy's soft cheeks and began to dig in. Britney screamed as she was mauled, but refused to release her grip, feeling she only had to hold on for a little while longer. Growing desperate, Anna jabbed her thumbs into her foe's eyes, heard another anguished cry, and felt the hands about her throat relent a little bit.

Eyes wide at the sudden prospect of escape, Anna summoned all her flagging strength and brought both her hands down on Britney's collarbones in a double-handed karate chop. She repeated the move again and again, harder and harder, until she heard Britney groan and felt the killing hands loose themselves from about her throat. Anna could see Britney was injured, and she decided now was the time to take advantage of her foe's woes and perhaps finish the fight.

Reaching up from below, Anna fastened her hands about Britney's exposed neck and began to turn the tables with a choke of her own, Britney's eyes growing wide and her hands clutching at Anna's wrists, as the Russian gripped and squeezed. Using the strength of her athlete's legs, Anna rolled quickly to the left, taking advantage of her adversary's momentary distraction. She soon found herself on top of their wrestling twosome, her hands tightening about her opponent's soft throat. Choking and strangling weren't really Anna's cup of tea, but she wanted to return some of the hurt she had just felt, let Britney experience some of what she had just endured.

"How does it feel, whore?" growled Anna. "How does it feel not being able to breathe, like I couldn't? Hurts, doesn't it? Doesn't it?! Well, consider this my way of returning the favor, bitch!"

Still throttling her prey, Anna continued to insult her victim, who gasped and gurgled for air she couldn't suck in.

"I'm going to squeeze every bit of breath from you with my bare hands! You like to choke, you whore - well, I'll show you how to choke!"

Pressing her feet against the floor, Anna lifted herself into a crouch, then rose to her feet and dragged Britney upwards with her, her hands still securely fastened about Britney's comely neck. Shaking her foe back and forth for a few moments like a rag doll or a child's toy, Anna turned sideways and flung them both onto the soft, luxurious bed. She then straddled Britney and continued to throttle her. Britney twisted from side to side in a valiant, but vain, escape attempt, as Anna pounded Britney's head against the thick comforter and soft sheets, further disorienting her foe as Anna snapped her head back and forth in a sickly, bobbing motion, before suddenly releasing Britney.

Anna sat back, her bosom heaving and her stomach pumping in and out rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, whilst Britney coughed and gagged. Then Anna resumed her attack, by lifting her tight, sweet ass up slightly before pressing it down over Britney's face. Britney's arms and legs thrashed about as Anna ground away, totally depriving her foe of oxygen, until Britney offered no resistance whatsoever. Her arms and hands dropped down uselessly by her sides as she lay helpless on the bed beneath her foe's butt.

"And now we finish," sneered Anna, knowing she was just moments away from certain victory.

The fight was totally gone from the no-longer cocky, nearly out-cold Britney. The only resistance the olive-skinned beauty could offer as she lifted up her head, her forehead matted with sweat and tousled hair, was verbal.

" No ... no ..." She, too, sensed the end was near.

"Oh, yes, sweetie," laughed Anna. "Oh yes! It's payday. For me, anyway."

Anna then tightened her hands in Britney's glossy locks, flattened herself down against her foe, and forced her modest rack over the American's face in a classic breast-smother. Britney was too weak to resist and could only lie still on the bed as Anna ground and mashed her chest against her opponents' face, again cutting off Britney's oxygen supply. Anna held Britney's head with both hands on the other woman's lower jaw as the flesh of Anna's breasts filled Britney's breathing passages completely.

The American's jaws were too constrained, and she was too exhausted to open her mouth against Anna's pressure to bite her way free as she had done before in fights with other women. Britney weakened more and more in Anna's grip, growing more and more weak as Anna sweated, moaned, and mashed until, at last, Britney succumbed and lay totally still beneath the dark-haired amazon.

Anna held her suffocating chest hold for the next few moments to make sure Britney was really out cold, then climbed off of her fallen foe and slid off of the bed. Running her hands through her sweaty hair, Anna smiled as she studied herself in the mirror over the dresser, eyeing her body and especially the pert breasts which had earned her the victory .

Still grinning proudly, Anna stuffed the winner's check into the shoulder strap of her brassiere, whose shredded cups still hung uselessly from her chest, whipped her dressing gown around her sweat-slick body, and tied it in front.. Before making her way to the door, she glanced back one last time at Britney, laid out in unconscious nude splendour on the bed. Britney's spread legs were dangling over the side, and her face looked exactly as it had when Anna had dismounted her following the breast-smother several minutes ago.

Anna smiled as she closed the door behind her and made her way to the elevator. As she waited for it, she knew two things were certain. That she was $50,000 richer - and that she still had what it took when push came to shove in a fight against another woman.