A Devil of a Fight By GW Demoness ensnares angel in a catfight. A hush descended on the crowded hall when the tall, majestic, blond woman pushed effortlessly past the gate attendants, and strode gracefully down the center aisle. A challenging aura of benign strength and goodness surrounded her. Had her aura been corrupt or sinister, it would be more welcome in this assemblage. Many recognized the world renowned beauty. She was known in various lands and places as Celestia, the Blessed, the Angel, or the Heavenly One. A few knew she was an emissary from the Universal. In another time she might have been called, perhaps not inaccurately, an Archangel, but an angel in human form and substance. Indeed, "angel come to earth," was the recurrent, first impression of Celestia. Her beautiful, ethereal face; glowing translucent complexion; shoulder length hair of pale gold, reminiscent of a lustrous halo; and her queenly figure clothed all in white and gold came uncannily close to the popular image of such a being. Even the cloudy, white cloak about her shoulders suggested feathery wings. Celestia's intercession in mortal affairs was ordained when the Universal Principal of Darkness dispatched a fiendish incarnation to meddle and wreak mischief in mortal affairs. Unchecked, that intrusion would have shifted the delicate stability of the temporal sphere. The dark emissary was called Lilith, in form a diabolically beautiful, sable haired woman. She used the arts of fortune telling, seduction, perversion, pandering and blackmail to lure victims to their eternal doom. Women as well as men readily fell under her evil sway. Physically, neither of these extraordinary beings might transcend the theoretical potential of mortal women while abiding in this sphere, but Celestia virtually realized that potential. Eschewing the arts of violence, she ardently pursued many wholesome pastimes, including weight-lifting, aerobic dancing, jogging, gymnastics, swimming and various field events. Even the luxury- loving, indulgent Lilith incredibly exceeded normal expectations of strength and agility. Lilith's wicked endeavors often proved spectacularly successful, though Celestia defeated and confounded her innumerable times through the years. When the situation demanded, Celestia did not hesitate to curb Lilith's excesses, physically. The more energetic, athletic Celestia had easily mastered her extra-temporal rival in physical trial. To Lilith's chagrin and fury, Celestia frequently overpowered her with scant effort. After her last confrontation with Celestia, five years earlier, Lilith flew into a diabolical rage and swore to avenge herself. Of course, Lilith had sworn similar, violent oaths after every confrontation with Celestia. Celestia glided to the center of the room, where a small dais was covered by exercise mats. As she passed, the austere, maidenly purity of Celestia's face shamed many. They were here at enormous price to witness a fight to the death between two women, arranged for their gratification by Lilith. Celestia was undeniably the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen; yet even this jaded assemblage recoiled from the sacrilege of viewing Celestia's serene features and perfection of form pruriently. No such reticence attached to Lilith's titillating, sluttish allure, though. Lilith stood in the center of the dais, in crimson, nineteenth century corselet, black net stockings showing a glimpse of lush, creamy flesh at the top, and stiletto heeled, black boots. Lilith's face was dark and sensual, with heavy pouting lips, and dark, brooding eyes, a face capable of any passion or excess. Nearly as tall and heavy as Celestia, Lilith was built with the dark, languid curves of a courtesan, lushly upholstered for seduction. On either side of Lilith stood two large, powerful, very beautiful women in wrestling tights. Though large, neither woman was as large as Lilith herself, nor the even more regal Celestia. "What are you doing here? No one invited you. This is a private exhibition. You have no legal right to be here." Lilith demanded petulantly of Celestia. "You know I need no `legal right' Lilith. I serve a Higher Virtue. I'm here to stop this evil perversion!" Celestia answered in a sweet, tinkling, but authoritative contralto. "We'll see if you stop anything tonight." Lilith jeered. "Get her girls!" She called. Instantly, the two wrestling women hurled themselves at Celestia. Before she could resist, they each clamped one of her long arms in a come along hold. While they held her motionless, Lilith loosened the golden girdle from Celestia's slim waist and threw it on the floor. She seized the bosom of Celestia's clinging but chaste, white, wool dress, ripped it to the hem, and hurled it too, to the floor. Lilith's spiteful action exposed Celestia's wondrous form, clad only in snowy, silken brassiere and briefs, to the lustful curiosity of the gaping crowd. Celestia's long athletic legs were bare, but despite sleek, bulging thighs and particularly sturdy calves, their velvet smoothness appeared mistily veiled by sheer silk. Lilith smiled with languid insolence at her foe. Celestia smiled back, untouched by Lilith's effrontery, or the partial display of her beautiful form. Her undergarments might provocatively accentuate her rich curves, but Celestia possessed the almost asexual, ethereal beauty of a great athletic champion, and the chaste aplomb to transcend her partial nudity. "Enough of this!" Celestia snapped. "Lets end this farce now!" She effortlessly broke free of the two strong women holding her. She flung them across the ring, taking care not to injure them. The astonishing power of the lovely blond filled the wrestlers with terror. They slunk from the room. Lilith stamped her foot in fury. Celestia, serenely disregarding her dishabille, turned to the crowd and told them. "Go home! There will be no fight here tonight. Go to your spiritual advisors and cleanse your souls." No longer able to contain her demonic fury, Lilith unexpectedly attacked the larger woman. Foolishly it seemed, for Lilith's lush, seductive curves looked a poor match for the athletic Celestia. Lilith took full advantage of the first blow, though. From overhead, she launched a two handed rabbit punch that struck the back of Celestia's neck, and drove her to her knees. Those in the first row saw Celestia's large, dark blue eyes glaze for just a moment. Lilith's second two handed blow struck the side of her neck, and knocked Celestia sprawling. Lilith kicked her in the back, until a groan escaped Celestia's natural pink lips. She rolled on her back to escape the attack. Seeing her poised fiercely over her fallen foe, the more astute discerned in Lilith's lavish curves, the soft-sheathed muscles of a hunting cat. Lilith was reaping the reward for her secret, five year quest to master the martial art skills. Five grueling years had made the ultimate erotic enchantress a lethal, feline assassin, a conceivable match for Celestia's athletic perfection and awesome physical strength. Lilith knee dropped into Celestia's unprotected middle. The breath exploded from Celestia's mouth, and Lilith karate chopped her throat, leaving her gagging for breath. In one fluid motion, Lilith seized two handfuls of spun gold hair, rose to her feet and pulled Celestia erect too. Then she flipped Celestia over her shoulder by the hair. Celestia crashed to the floor again. Lilith pulled Celestia back on her feet, and executed a devilish knee- lift to her middle. Celestia doubled over, and Lilith jerked her down into a second knee lift to the jaw. Celestia's powerful legs wobbled and she slumped down on her shapely bottom in a pain muddled daze. Lilith took a step backward and kicked her sharp, steel shod toe into Celestia's magnificent bosom, flinging her over on her back. Lilith, moving like a cat, stalked closer and spat into Celestia's beautiful face. "You were wrong, Sanctimonious Slut! There will be a fight here tonight. That is, if you can get up again." Vitriolic hatred rasped through Lilith's seductive, honeyed voice. The room was hushed. Even these jaded voluptuaries were shocked to see Lilith subject the unique, ethereal beauty of the stately, blond woman to such disrespectful violence and contempt. Yet the spectacle had a hypnotic fascination. Moments before Celestia was aloof and impervious to the crowd's mortal lust, as chastely untouchable as a marble statue in a Cathedral. Now, half denuded and crumpled painfully on the floor, she came excitingly within reach of their lewd appetites. Celestia, acutely sensitive to spiritual mood, shivered apprehensively. Lilith looked down at Celestia, disdainful fury glowing in her huge, black eyes. Celestia realized with another shiver the diabolical trap Lilith had sprung. If she refused to fight, Lilith would savagely beat her senseless anyway, joyously pandering to the mob's vicarious lust. Neither she nor Lilith could taste mortal death, and so must endure physical agony no human could survive. A fight between them would be incredibly more savage than one to the death. If she took up Lilith's challenge, even her victory would erotically inflame these sadistic voyeurs. Yet Celestia was no pious milksop. She was a full blooded woman, with mortal passions and sensibilities. She was sent to counter Lilith, and to oppose depravity with all her vigorous nature, not tamely surrender to it. Celestia's eyes blazed with righteous wrath. She surged erect to her full, imperious height. The crowd saw the phrase "Avenging Angel" come alive in glorious flesh. Every human heart in the room quailed in fear and admiration. Even Lilith was intimidated a moment, before swirling, black and scarlet malice for this virtuous, radiant apparition, blotted out every other emotion. Lilith pulled a unique pair of gloves from her low cut bosom. She slipped them on, smiling smugly. Brass knuckle-guards were sewn between double thicknesses of leather, and retractable steel claws tipped each finger. Her lacy, satin corselet was reinforced by steel mesh, and steel cups at crotch and bosom. Lilith took sinful pride in her painfully won, martial arts skills, but she was taking no chances. Her pointed boots were steel tipped, as well. Before Celestia reached her, Lilith let out a karate scream and attacked first. Weighted fists smacked into Celestia's body. Weighted fists crushed her colossal, up-tilted breasts, vulnerable in chaste, white silk. Weighted fists dented her rippling, articulated, classic midriff. Celestia disdained the hurts of Lilith's attack, and flung her strong arms about the black haired witch, crushing her evil foe's arms to her sides with a fierce bear-hug. Her enormous strength almost pulverized Lilith's middle in moments. Lilith struggled to remain conscious and free her arms, but Celestia lifted her off her feet. Lilith felt herself passing out. All her long laid plans were collapsing before Celestia's strength. Lilith wriggled her arms. She couldn't reach further than Celestia's lower back. With her last shred of consciousness, Lilith flicked her sharp, steel claws and raked the firm, milky flesh of Celestia's lower back and sides. Celestia cried out sharply. She didn't let go, but her grip loosened a fraction, enough for Lilith to snatch a breath, and work her arms up as far as Celestia's white, brassiere strap. Then, her waning strength stiffened by vicious hatred, she ripped downward. Lilith tore eight bloody furrows down the milky perfection of Celestia's broad rippling back. Celestia shrieked at the agonizing wounds. Her arms lost their purchase and Lilith twisted loose. Catlike, she dropped to her feet pulling Celestia's shredded brassiere with her. Smarting tears blurred Celestia's eyes. She was oblivious to the loss of her brassiere, until an outburst of catcalls and whistles greeted the unveiling of her spectacular bosom. She would not deliberately display herself so, lest she arouse the concupiscent, but neither was she a coy hypocritic, ashamed of her natural comeliness. She sedately disregarded the nudity of her truly breathtaking bosom. Celestia's milky bosom was, indeed, of heroic dimension. Yet, her firm breasts jutted buoyantly high above her broad chest, peaking in sharp nipples and dainty aureoles of the same luscious pink as her ripe lips. Like the rest of her body, her breasts shimmered with their own halo of light. Heavenly perfection did not save Celestia's bosom from Lilith's savagery. Like a she-leopard, Lilith sank her claws into the upthrust melons. Celestia went rigid lest Lilith rip them open like ripe fruit, but Lilith momentarily checked her lust to skewer the translucent, velvety treasures. Celestia grasped Lilith's wrists, but she couldn't loosen Lilith's grip, nor forestall the demoness from inexorably pressuring her nearly to her knees. A knee exploded in Celestia's jaw! Lilith allowed her claws to lightly rake Celestia's boobies as her knee propelled the angelic blond violently backward. Hurt and dazed, Celestia nevertheless kept her balance, and instantly straightened her back. Lilith danced toward her. Celestia swung a large, elegant fist. Lilith dodged and slapped the beautiful blond stingingly across the face. Celestia's head snapped sideways. Two quick, powerful jabs from weighted gloves defied the challenge of her magnificent, abdominal muscles, and left Celestia gasping for breath. Lilith seized Celestia's hands in hers and raised them overhead for a classic trial of strength. The stunned, breathless Celestia responded gallantly. Her awesome back muscles, bloodied by Lilith's feral steel claws, stood out in bold relief, straining with manifestly irresistible power. Yet, heartless Lilith bent her larger foe's arms backward. The jaded crowd gaped in awed surprise at Lilith's dominance. Smirking arrogantly, Lilith bent Celestia's rippling body like a drawn bow. Lilith relentlessly pressed Celestia to her knees, and straddled her sinuous waist. Celestia's back arched until her gorgeous bosom strained tautly skyward. When Celestia's golden head brushed the floor, Lilith released her, and sprang away. As Celestia scrambled awkwardly to regain her feet, Lilith gracefully took stage bows to the appreciatively lascivious audience. Just when Celestia reached her feet, Lilith half turned and casually backhanded her across the face. Her weighted glove staggered Celestia. Lilith turned and pummeled weighty, pink crowned globes about Celestia's broad chest. When Celestia stumbled back out of arm range, Lilith drove her sharp pointed toe straight between Celestia's milky thighs. Celestia's knees buckled inward. Scenting her foe's distress, Lilith closed with the Junoesque blond again, and punched her face from side to side. Celestia instinctively turned away from the thudding blows. Lilith grabbed her around the middle from behind, locking her arms about Celestia's hips and abdomen in a punishing bear hug of her own. Lilith's arms constricted her middle horribly, and Celestia struggled furiously to escape. Lilith bent backward lifting her majestic, blond foe clear off her feet. Daunted by her vulnerability in Lilith's arms, Celestia kicked her legs and swung her arms frantically, flinging her shimmering halo of golden hair from side to side. Lilith squeezed harder and cut off Celestia's breath. Celestia's superb breasts bulged out lewdly from the pressure. After a time, Celestia drooped passively in Lilith's grip, eyes dimmed, stalwart, milky hued limbs rendered feebly still. Lilith gritted her teeth and wrenchingly clamped her arms tighter; once, twice, and three times. The third time, Celestia's heroic form shuddered convulsively and went limp, a dead weight in Lilith's arms. The devilishly sneering dominatrix let Celestia fall. The golden blond crumpled to her knees and pitched forward on her face. Celestia's queenly bottom jutted skyward, stretching her white, silk briefs to a maddening tautness. Winking lasciviously to the audience, Lilith kicked Celestia's delectable derriere. Celestia lunged forward, and her face smashed against the floor. The angelic blond struggled to rise, but she was still flat on her belly when Lilith caught two handfuls of golden curls. Lilith hauled Celestia to her feet, and again tossed the radiant, velvet fleshed Juno over her shoulder by the hair. Before Celestia could move, Lilith knee dropped on her throat. Celestia's long, muscled body bounded from the floor with a shudder. Lilith rose, and Celestia clutched her throat, transfixed by ravaging pain that spread wide her long, tight muscled legs. Lilith stepped between Celestia's splayed legs. She looked down scornfully at Celestia's tormented face, then kicked her directly between the legs. Her toe drove deep. Celestia's big legs lashed agonizingly, and she shrieked her anguish at this atrocious indignity. Lilith dipped down, seized Celestia's knees, and locked them under her arms. She tugged Celestia half off the floor and turned slowly, dragging the still shrieking blond with her. Lilith built up momentum. Celestia's head and shoulders bumped across the mat, until centrifugal force lifted her clear of the floor. Celestia shrieked louder, as her captive body whirled through the air. Lilith let go, and Celestia flew shrieking from the platform. She crashed into a table and chairs scattering the evil patrons lounging there. Her generously endowed body demolished the table. Celestia fell amid the wreckage in a moaning huddle. Lilith took several moments to catch her breath. She sauntered, with indolent arrogance to where Celestia lay. Celestia looked up apprehensively, and Lilith kicked her in the belly twice, before she pounced and grabbed Celestia under the arms. Lilith easily dragged Celestia erect, laughing as Celestia struck ineffectually at her. Once Lilith stood her up, Celestia's superb body trembled uncontrollably, but she valiantly sought to renew the conflict. Lilith contemptuously slapped Celestia's raised arms aside, and slammed her fist into Celestia's right breast. Celestia gasped and swayed. Lilith grabbed the milky globe to hold her erect, then delightedly squeezed and tormented it. She tortured Celestia's exquisite nipple, until her cruel fingers turned the pink rosebud angry red. Celestia fought back with leaden arms, but she couldn't free herself or hinder Lilith's abusive attack. Still clutching Celestia's right breast, Lilith slyly darted her right hand between Celestia's thighs. Her fingers locked on Celestia's sensitive, pubic mound through thin silk. Celestia moaned hoarsely as Lilith hoisted her aloft. Her legs kicked feebly as Lilith suspended her in midair. Lilith's strength was demonic. Arms extended straight above her head, she bounced Celestia's one hundred and eighty pounds high in the air. Celestia screamed anew when Lilith slammed her to the floor. Celestia instinctively curled her tormented body in a protective ball. Quivering at Lilith's feet, Celestia's robust, athletic form seemed smaller now, and terribly vulnerable, almost fragile. The audience sensed she was finished, though the angelic heroine herself could not envision defeat. Lilith had waited an eternity for this moment. The delights of vanquishing her virtuous, blond adversary were too wickedly beguiling to conclude prematurely. Lilith seized Celestia's hair; the pale gold ringlets were a tangled mop, now. Lilith dragged the helpless, moaning blond to her feet. Tears stained Celestia's face. Pain clouded her deep blue eyes, eyes that mirrored her melancholy despondency. Yet, Celestia gallantly swung at Lilith's sneering grin. Lilith scorned to block the blow that had no more force than a feather. Celestia crumpled defenselessly from the effort. Lilith caught Celestia around the waist, and braced her near swooning foe with one arm. Pain sapped her waning strength, but Celestia battled to escape the evil tormentress, beating feebly at Lilith's arms and shoulders. Lilith laughed heartlessly at Celestia's pitiful struggle. She imprisoned Celestia against herself, belly to belly, snaking both arms around her captive's waist. Lilith worked her body against Celestia's ravaged nakedness. Celestia gagged in revulsion. Lilith found mastery over Celestia's delectable body voluptuously beguiling. She lasciviously rubbed her hand against one of Celestia's jutting, silk clad buttocks; then fiendishly stuck her finger into the tight crevice between them. Naturally, no one ever ventured to molest the majestic, unapproachable Celestia so, before. The result was electrifying. The crowd roared in delight at her discomfiture. Lilith released Celestia, and the regally elegant blond staggered backward, daunted by Lilith's demeaning audacity. Both hands rested protectively on her silk clad derriere. Lilith gave Celestia's chest a shove with the flat of her hand. Celestia stumbled backward a few more steps, her exquisite breasts jiggling. Her unsteady legs almost buckled under her. Lilith followed threateningly. Celestia's physical resolution faltered. With a wail of agonized dread, she turned away, but Lilith caught her long golden mane of hair. She twisted her wailing blond foe back to face her. Unhindered, Lilith contemptuously punched Celestia on the point of her firm rounded chin. The punch drove Celestia, arms akimbo, up on her toes. Then with a tiny, nearly soundless mewl of pain, she tumbled backward. The jaded crowd was enthralled to see the vital and majestic Celestia sprawl vanquished, at Lilith's feet. Celestia was the adversary appointed to thwart Lilith; instead she was Lilith's impotent victim, and her very victimization spectacularly fostered Lilith's wicked designs. The mob craved to see Lilith rend and mangle the captivating victim's flawless beauty. Merciless Lilith was avid to gratify their blood lust. With a karate shriek of pure hatred, Lilith leaped high in the air, her booted feet clearing the floor by three feet. Celestia despairingly tensed her powerful, abdominal muscles. Her belly was desperately but hopelessly rigid when Lilith's spike heels drove deep into her middle. An electrifying spasm passed through the entire length of Celestia's superb body. Lilith postured triumphantly on Celestia's slim middle. Celestia continued to shudder in unbearable torment, her muscles visibly turned to jelly. She clenched her hands so tightly that her nails penetrated the firm white flesh of her palms. She opened her chastely ripe, pink mouth, as though to scream, but she was stricken dumb by shock. Lilith kicked free and launched herself into the air, again. Half somersaulting this time, she came down in a hand stand on Celestia's chest. The audience heard the sickening crunch of ribs cracking. Lilith flipped lightly to her feet beside the angelic blond's shuddering form. Celestia's silent agony didn't divert Lilith. She flicked her steel claws. They glinted evilly in the harsh overhead light. Like an evil bird of prey, Lilith mercilessly swooped down on Celestia, claws outstretched. She tore at Celestia's ravaged, limp belly muscles in a vicious abdominal clutch. Her claw penetrated the exquisite flesh, and an ugly, scarlet blotch stained the virginal, white silk, chastely veiling Celestia's milky hued loins. Lilith clenched her other claw in Celestia's soft white throat, clutching her gullet with steel. Lilith effortlessly lifted Celestia's shuddering body, shoulder high with her horrendous grip. Celestia writhed in frantic helplessness. Lilith brutally smashed Celestia's quivering body across her extended knee. Celestia's body broke backward over Lilith's thigh in a warped vee. Only her robust sheath of back muscles saved her spine from shattering like match wood. Lilith held Celestia's broken body bent across her knee, while she surveyed the room with triumphant arrogance. Celestia's tortured lungs sucked in a long draught of air, only to explode outward in an ear splitting shriek of torment. A moment later, bright red arterial blood bubbled from her mouth, evidence of massive internal injuries no less than if a truck rolled over her. Lilith casually dropped Celestia's mangled body to the floor. A mortal would be dead, but Celestia was denied that merciful release. Miraculous, recuperative powers would heal her in days, but the agony of those days would seem eternal. Still excruciatingly conscious, Celestia found her arms and legs paralyzed. Now, Lilith consummated the hideous spectacle. Languidly, she knelt beside her shattered foe. With lascivious coyness, she toyed with Celestia's blood stained, white panties. With excruciating suspense, she teased the sweating, leering, audience, craving to view Celestia's private parts. A lewd, wild cheer echoed through the room at first glimpse of Celestia's silky, pubic fleece, soft as angel down, and tinted by nature a delicate golden blond, and then at sight of her even more delicate, virginal pink vulva. Celestia shuddered and moaned in mortal agony. Her long, full-fleshed, white legs splayed helplessly splayed. She tried to close them, to hide her mortification, but it was no use. Like a snake striking, Lilith's head darted between Celestia's thighs. With the delicacy of a cat feeding on a helpless living victim, she orally assailed Celestia's delicate pudendum. With the expertness of a practiced Houri, her tongue viciously besieged and tormented the virginal pink labia, until they shyly opened like the petals of a pink rose. Celestia sobbed brokenly as her shattered, mutilated body responded of its own volition, to Lilith's insidious rape. A note of passion subtly altered the timbre of Celestia's agonized gurgling moans. Lilith's perilous, ravaging tongue subdued Celestia, and she shuddered at the climax of her violation. Lilith raised her head displaying a jubilance tempered by its very gravity. Her long dreamed of triumph over Celestia endowed her vulgarly provocative features with a dark, new majesty. She surveyed her domain, as a feeding lioness sometimes does, with indolent, voluptuous arrogance that solemnizes the ruthlessness of her kill.