Laura had the most exciting dream of her life. She awoke from it in a hot lather of sexual need, quivering and moaning in her damp sheets. In the dream she had been catfighting with Karen.

It had all begun mildly enough. The two of them had been joking, kissing, teasing one another. But Karen had wanted to imprison Laura's breasts in the vise again, the incredible device consisting of two metal bars loosened or tightened by wing nuts at each end, which they had used last time. It was both wildly arousing and shockingly painful to have your breasts squeezed in it, and then further tortured with nipple clamps.

Laura had refused.

"You want it," Karen said in the dream. "You know you do."

She reached for Laura's shirt, to help her take it off. But Laura moved back. "I don't want it. It hurts."

Karen eased off, temporarily. But soon she was trying to unbutton Laura's blouse again. Laura teased her and kissed her, trying to go back to their long-time trust.

"Do you want to kiss them, or torture them?" she asked softly.

"Both," Karen admitted.

And Laura's blood simply leapt. Karen's hand was on the throat of her shirt. She looked down.

"Let me," Karen asked.

"No."

"Please let me."

Laura shook her head. "No."

"I'm stronger than you are."

"I don't think so."

"Want to find out?"

Laura glowered at her.

With one movement, Karen pulled down her hand and ripped open Laura's shirt, popping and tearing the buttons loose. Laura's shirt hung open, exposing her bra. She looked down, unable to believe this had happened.

Karen was smiling. Laura shook her head.

"You bitch. You ruined my shirt."

"It isn't all I'm going to ruin," Karen smirked.

She lifted her hand to the fabric separating Laura's bra cups. Surprising herself, Laura batted her hand away. Eyes narrowing, Karen raised her finger to Laura's cheek, to caress it. Laura slapped it away too.

"Don't touch me, you bitch."

"I'm going to do a lot more than touch," Karen threatened.

Karen's hand was quick. It shot out and grabbed Laura's bra between the cups. She yanked it forward, trying to rip it off, but the elastic merely stretched. Karen's arm had such strength that she pulled Laura forward too.

Their faces brushed. Laura was furious. She slapped Karen's cheek hard with the palm of her hand. "Damn you, let me go! I don't want to do it!"

Karen still held the middle of Laura's bra in her hand. She twisted it, tightening the cups against Laura's breasts, pinching them. The elastic straps bit into Laura's back and shoulders. Laura slapped her again, trying to pull free.

But Karen was very strong. "You cunt!" she swore at Laura. "I'm going to put the vise on your boobs and make you sob! You're going to beg me to stop!"

"The fuck I am!" Laura spat.

She grabbed the throat of Karen's blouse and with one strong move tore it open down the front, leaving it hanging in rags. Now Karen's bra was exposed too, the bulging tops of her luscious breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Laura was panting too. Their fight was sexually charged in the extreme, so that they hardly knew it they were fighting or fucking.

Now Karen grabbed Laura's bra with both hands and simply ripped it open. Her beautiful black hands grasped Laura's naked breasts, twisting them roughly, her fingers pinching Laura's nipples. Karen's fingers and nails sank into the flesh of Laura's breasts. Never, even in their roughest fucking, had Karen ever squeezed Laura's breasts this hard.

"Ouch! God . . . you're hurting me!" Laura screamed at her.

Karen's fingers pinched both of Laura's nipples at once, fiercely, bringing tears to Laura's eyes, and fiery pain to her nipples.

"Owwnncchh!"

She slapped Karen's face sharply, twice. Karen pushed her backwards until Laura fell onto the bed. Then she fell on Laura, but Laura caught Karen's bra with both hands and ripped it apart too, just as Karen had done to hers. Karen's luscious black breasts spilled out, her thick bulbous nipples shiny and puffy.

Instantly, Laura grabbed them, twisting the firm, large balls of flesh, digging her fingers roughly into them, then pulling Karen's large nipples with her fingers, twisting and pinching them ferociously. Karen began to whimper and gasp in shock and pain. She slapped Laura hard on the side of the face, trying to grab Laura's head in a headlock with her arm.

Laura wriggled free. Her skirt was up around her waist, and Karen plunged one hand between Laura's thighs, ramming the heel of her palm directly up into Laura's crotch. The blow hurt Laura, but at the same time stimulated her wildly as she felt the hard flesh of Karen's palm ramming into her pussy, and pushing her wet panties into it. She realized for the first time how wet she was and knew that they were really fucking, just catfighting their way into it.

She thrust her own hand into Karen's crotch, finding Karen's panties very wet too. She rubbed Karen's pussy violently through the damp cloth, watching Karen's eyes roll up, hearing her gasp.

"Ungghh!" Karen panted. "You bitch. Don't try to distract me."

Now Karen grabbed the breast torture vise, which was lying next to them on the bed. She forced Laura down on her back and tried to fit the two long bars over Laura's breasts. But Laura managed to get her hands on Karen's dangling breasts, and now she twisted and pinched Karen's large black nipples viciously.

"Aiieeeee!" Karen screamed in pain.

Laura didn't let go. She rolled over, forcing Karen onto her back now, still pinching the girl's thick, bulbous nipples sharply, enjoying the grimace of pain on Karen's face, and her helpless whimpering.

"Ohhhh! Please . . . oh god, Laura, that hurts! Owwwchhh! Oh shit!"

Tears came to Karen's eyes. Laura twisted her nipples viciously. The pain was so great that Karen arched her back, lifting her body, trying to compensate for it. Laura released Karen's nipples, and while Karen was still distracted by the pain, she grabbed the vise herself. Unfortunately, it was adjusted to receive her own breasts, which were much smaller than Karen's.

But she didn't have time to unscrew the wingnuts. And so she squeezed and forced one of Karen's large, bulging breasts between the bars, and then the other one. They did not want to fit, and so she pinched and pulled them through, causing Karen once again to whimper and moan in pain.

"God . . . you bitch!" Karen whimpered. "Let me go!"

"You cunt! I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll beg me to stop," Laura swore at her.

"I'm going to scratch your fucking eyes out, you little white pussy!" Karen snarled.

She now made a fierce attempt to fight back, lurching up, her breasts now caught between the bars, and forcing Laura back, then pushing her down on the bed herself. She slapped Laura sharply on both sides of her face, sitting on Laura's chest while she tried to extricate her large breasts from the evil clamp. She was bigger than Laura, and her weight pinned Laura to the mattress.

Laura struggled, clawing Karen's hard, silky black thighs with her nails until she drew blood. Karen let out a strangled cry, touching the wounds and seeing her own blood on her fingers. This gave Laura her chance, and she lurched up, clasping Karen in her arms and wrestling her violently over onto her back.

But they were still embracing, their breasts mashed together, their hot breath in each other's face, their groans intermingling. They both realized by now that they were fucking rather than fighting. And now Laura became the real aggressor, and Karen the victim.

Not realizing her own strength, she reached down and with two hands tore Karen's panties completely in half, ripping them from Karen's body and flinging them angrily across the room. Karen looked down, as did Laura, shocked by what she had done. Then, before either knew what was happening, Laura's fingers flew to the wingnuts, and she quickly clamped the bars of the vise down so hard on Karen's large, bulging breasts that Karen moaned with pain.

"Ohhnnnnn! Oh god . . . Laura! Oh god, please!" she begged.

Karen's huge, glossy, distended black nipples were such a desirable sight that Laura could not hold back. She went for them hungrily with her fingers and her mouth, pinching and twisting the huge buds, then sucking them deep into her mouth. Karen writhed and panted, watching Laura's mouth on her entrapped, viciously-squeezed breasts, whimpering with uncontrollable sexual excitement.

"Bite them . . . bite them!" she panted, delirious, crazed with urgent lust.

Laura held one hard, gourd-like breast in both hands and bared her teeth, sucking Karen's huge, already-erect nipple between them and clamping down, first gently, then harder, harder, until Karen cried out.

"Auunnnggg! Oh shit!"

Laura dropped her hand to Karen's copious wet pussy, rubbing it wildly, but only with the idea of lubricating her fingers. But the rubbing drove Karen nearly insane with need. She whimpered, gyrating her hips rapidly, thrusting, trying to come. But Laura's now-greasy fingers slid further down, into Karen's asscrack, where she quickly slid one, then two into Karen's tight asshole.

"Ungghh!" Karen grunted softly, realizing for the first time what was going to happen.

Now Laura let her have it. Pumping and twisting her hand, she quickly had a five-fingered wedge into Karen's rectum, loosening it further. She released Karen's tortured nipple from her mouth, concentrating all her effort on getting her whole hand into Karen's ass. Karen's whimpering turned quickly to tight, pinched squeals of pain as Laura's thrusting hand penetrated her more deeply.

Laura looked into Karen's eyes. Karen's whole face was transfixed by intense pain mingled with nearly unbearable sexual pleasure. She knew she was going to be mercilessly fist-raped in the ass, and she was almost coming already from the anticipation. Laura turned her fist inside the tight cavity of Karen's ass and watched the girl's dark eyes flare with pain, heard the agony of a clotted cry in her throat.

"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.

Karen shook her head rapidly. "Do it hard!" she half- groaned. "Hard!"

And Laura gave her what she wanted. She grabbed Karen's other breast, the one she had not yet bitten, with her free hand and fed the bulging, bursting, shiny nipple into her mouth, sucking it sharply. At the same time, she began to fuck Karen's incredibly tight asshole with her fist, plunging it in deep, deeper than she remembered having gone when they had done this in real life.

In the dream, Karen came almost immediately, shrieking and thrashing under Laura, her body rising off the bed, arms flailing, her face torn by agony and rapture as fierce spasm after spasm wrenched her shuddering body. It was in the middle of Karen's orgasm that Laura awoke from the dream, panting heavily, soaking with sweat, tangled in her own sheets.

Oh god! she thought. It wasn't real. It felt so real!

She was burning with sexual need. She raised one hand and saw it quivering so badly because she needed to come. She was completely knotted up with sexual tension. Her pussy was flooded, and her nipples throbbed. The only choice was how to make herself come.

Quickly, she fished under her bed with one hand. She felt a length of rope, and her knuckles brushed the butterfly vibrator.

"Oh god!" she gasped aloud, realizing the horrific orgasm that awaited her.

Quickly, she coiled the rope around each of her breasts, running a strand in back of her neck, cinching them tightly, so that her nipples swelled as if ready to burst. She grabbed them with her fingers and twisted them sharply, feeling her whole body quiver.

"Oh shit! I'm going to come! I have to hurry!"

She grabbed the butterfly vibrator and lay on her back, spreading her thighs. The thing vibrated so wildly when she flicked on the switch that her weak hands almost dropped it. But she clutched it hard in both hands and guided the crazily-fluttering butterfly down to her aching, pulsing cunt, biting her lower lip as it came close to her swollen, throbbing clit. Oh god, oh god!

She could not believe the release. As soon as the vibrating tab brushed her clit, she was coming in gushing torrents, groaning, biting down on her screams, whinnying as her body surged and arched off the bed, her pelvis pumping and twitching wildly. She dropped the vibrator immediately, unable to hold onto it, and grabbed her flooding pussy with both hands, rubbing it frantically and coming again.

She had never come so hard when masturbating. Others had made her come this hard-Karen, Rob, Brandi, even Kim, though of course Karen seemed to hold the record. How fitting that she was in the dream. But of course, who would be in it, if not her? Laura thought.

She felt like she had ruptured herself, or torn loose some internal organ, she had come so hard. She lay exhausted and panting for long minutes, letting the blissful waves pour through her body, her mind swirling with fragments left over from the dream. Finally, she got up and took a warm bath, but she still was unable to sleep the rest of the night.