Debbie vs. Katrina by Boss Player, mc.mike@mailexcite.com After beating her husband's ex-girlfriend to a bloody mess, Debbie dominates her sexually. My name is Mike, and I live and own a sporting goods store in a small town called Playerville. Debbie, my attractive wife works at the local night bar as a bouncer. Now Debbie is a very jealous woman. Ever since we met in college, she always been protective about me. Being the husband of a woman who is an expert in four forms of the martial arts made it a bit of a challenge for me to cheat on her. So, for the reasons mentioned above, I try not to invoke my wife's anger. However, while I was out of town recently, I ran into Katrina, a old girlfriend that I knew in high school. So I arranged to have dinner with Katrina at her place while I was visiting. For personal and health reasons, I didn't dare tell Debbie about the visit. Katrina had been through some rough times since we were teenagers, and I thought it would be nice to get together and talk about times gone by. At dinner, it caught my eye that Katrina was still a sexually attractive woman. After dinner, we went to a local night club for a couple of drinks. We then slow danced for a while, and we ended up spending the night back at her place. I sure didn't feel guilty, but if I wanted to prevent a two-month stay in a hospital room, Debbie had best not find about this. However, as I should've known, the minute I got home, Debbie suspected that I been less than faithful to her. She learn that Katrina lived in the town I was visiting and became pissed off. She constantly accused me of cheating on her with Katrina, which I repentedly denied. A month later, Katrina called me on the phone at home to tell me that she was in town. True to the hot-blooded Migite that she is, my wife flew to a rage while I was on the phone! "You tell that slut that if I ever catch her anywhere near you, that I going to beat the crap out of her so bad that nobody will want to sleep with that whore again!" Of course, Katrina could hear this clearly on the other end of the phone, and she so wasn't about to let Debbie talk about her that way. "You tell skinny-bitch over there that I'll meet her anywhere, anytime, and wring that pencil neck of hers!" Suddenly, I was in the middle of a verbal catfight, with each woman saying insulting messages back and forth. Neither would calm down, and demanded to meet each other in a no-holds-barred match. I had never known my wife to fight another woman, so I was super-stunned. I agreed to a meeting between the two on Saturday, two days later, if neither woman backed down. My wife and I owned a another house by the lakefront. It had two living rooms, and Debbie had converted one of them into a fighting pit. It contained an octagon-type ring, the floor of which was covered with slightly thick mats, to allow for grappling. There was also training mats, punching and kicking bags, and a custom made dummy, on which Debbie practiced her grappling skills. A moving video camera recorded every match and training session my wife conducted in the pit. Last, but not least, a special room was added where I could either watch the fights in the pit, or watch some of my wife's previous fight on video. A tinted window enable me to see the fight, without the fighters seeing me. It was the ultimate setting. Saturday, my wife and I arrived at the beach house at noon. Katrina wasn't there yet. We went in through the front door, went into the fighting pit area, and waited. Debbie was wearing a green and blue sweatsuit. Katrina came in as Debbie was stretching and warming up. The hatred between the two girls was so intense you could see it! Katrina was wearing a sweater and short jeans. "Your ass is mine bitch!" Debbie said to Katrina. "After I'm through beating you to mince-meat, I'm going to enjoy dominating you!" "I'm gonna kick that skinny ass of yours all over the ring!" Katrina replied. "I hope you like the taste of canvas, pussy, and cum, because you'll be eating all three!" The girls stripped down to their bras and panties, slipped on their Judo jackets, tied the white belts around them, and stepped into the octagon ring. Debbie was wearing a black 37C support bra with padding and black thong panties underneath her jacket. Katrina was wearing a sheer yellow 34B bra and yellow bikini panties. Both women went to opposite sides of the ring and waited for me to give the signal. I then went over the rules. "No scratching, poking the eye, or biting. Other than that anything goes." They waited in silence, and I finally said "okay" to start the fight.The fight would continue until one combatant established total domination by totally finishing her opponent with a knock-out blow. Pins and submissions didn't count. The girls came to the center of the ring. At first, neither gained any advantage. Debbie tried putting Katrina into various holds, but Katrina was quicker and would slip away. Katrina then dropped to the floor and with a sweeping motion of her right leg, she swept Debbie to the floor and pounced on top of her. Debbie though shorter, was the stronger of the two. She managed to wrestle Katrina to her side and prepared to get on top when Katrina squeezed her right breast very hard. Debbie responed by grabbing Katrina's crotch and squeezing it. "Two can play that game, bitch!" she said. Katrina then grabbed Debbie's long brunette hair and pulled hard. Debbie grabbed and pulled Katrina's short blonde hair. They then rose to their feet, released their grips, and seperated. As they met each other again they locked hands above their heads in a test of strength. Debbie was stronger and forced Katrina to her knees. She then brought a knee up into Katrina's chin, snapping her head back. Katrina became enraged, stood up and punched Debbie very hard in her left breast. I then sadly knew that Katrina had made the biggest mistake of her life. Debbie, unhurt and enraged, unleashed three devastating blows of her own. The first was a right jab that landed on Katrina's left jaw, snapping her head to the left. Before she knew what hit her, Debbie smashed a left hook into her right jaw, snapping her head back to the right. She was too stunned to defend herself against the third blow, a right uppercut to the midsection, which caused the air to rush out of her lungs, sending her to her knees gasping for air. What ensued from here is simply a display of female domaination more one-sided than I could've ever saw! Debbie then grabbed Katrina, who was still dazed from the head blows and gasping for air, by her hair and lifted her head to her crotch, rubbing Katrina's beautiful face against her sweaty panties. "Who's eating whose pussy now, slut?" Katrina tried to push away from Debbie's thick thighs, but was powerless to do so. Debbie then kicked her in the face several times with her right foot - first forefoot, then backfoot, then forefoot, and backfoot again. Katrina's cheeks turned red. Debbie then put Katrina up against the canvas-covered wall of the ring. There Debbie applied a right breast-smother to Katrina's face, smothering her. Katrina's arms flailed in panic, but she couldn't escape. Finally Debbie released her hold. Katrina would've collapsed again, but Debbie used her left hand to hold Katrina up by her lapels. She then punched my former high school sweetheart with four sharps jabs to the face. "When I'm done with you bitch, you won't be so sexy anymore!", she said to Katrina. My ex-girlfriend collapsed to her knees again, breathless and totally helpless. Debbie could've finished her right there, but she was enjoying the beating she was dishing out. She then lifted Katrina to her feet by her hair, and performed an uki-goshi, or floating hip-toss, throwing her to the floor. Debbie again lifted her up, punched her in the stomach, and performed a kata-guruma, or shoulder wheel throw on her. Finally, Debbie pulled Katrina to her feet, punched her in the face a couple and then done a breath-taking ax-kick to her face. Katrina slid down along Debbie's curvaceous body and crumpled to the floor. "Who's tasting canvas now, slut?" hissed Debbie. Katrina moaned and gasped in semiconscious pain. Debbie then sat at Katrina's face, laying Kartrina's head on her crotch. As Katrina tried to resist, Debbie squeezed her head in a face-first head scissors. She suddenly released the scissors, brought Katrina to her feet, her up once again against the ring wall, and told her "Don't you ever forget what I did to you today, and that I'm capable of doing this to you anytime I feel like it!" I'm not sure Katrina was capable of understanding her by this time. Debbie then once again, kicked Katrina in her defenseless face, this time with her left foot, and Katrina's head was tossed back and forth, left, right, left, right, etc. She then kneed Katrina from below, snapping her head back repeatedly. When she grew tired of this, she pressed Katrina's head in another awesome breast-smother! Katrina went limp. Debbie released her from the wall and she slumped to the floor, totally beaten. I thought Debbie would end it here, but she wasn't done with Katrina yet. She dragged Katrina by her hair to the opposite side of the ring, and said, "Remember you said I was skinny?" She turned around and repeatedly side kicked her in the face, crushing her head against the wall. "How does it fell now, bitch?" Again she side kicked Katrina in the face, this time taking a moment to grind her foot on her, smiling cruelly as Katrina would whimper between kicks. It was painfully obvious to Katrina that Debbie worked out regularly. She lifted Katrina by her hair to a standing position, kicked her in the stomach and hip-tossed her into the center of the ring. Katrina rolled on the floor like a donut. Debbie then pulled Katrina to her knees by her hair and said "I want you to kiss my breasts, and I'd better like it, or else I'll hurt you some more." She lifted Katrina's head to her breasts. Katrina kissed it, but not good enough. Debbie backfisted her and said, "You better do it better than that unless you want more pain!" I watched as Katrina was forced to suck, lick, and fondle the breast of a woman she despised. It was super erotic! Next, Debbie had Katrina kiss and lick her pretty feet. Then she went for the final humiliation. "I want you to lick my pussy. You lick it like your life depends on it, because it does!" Katrina cried, begged, and tried to shy away. Debbie backfisted her and pushed her down. "I was hoping you resist me some more!" She held Katrina against the wall and kicked her in the face some more. Debbie propped her against the wall and punched her face back and forth several times. Katrina wanted to collaspe but Debbie held her up. Next she snap-kicked at Katrina's breasts. Katrina's face was a picture of pain. Finally, Debbie performed a perfect tomoe-nage, or stomach throw on Katrina, and threw her to the floor. Debbie then found the prone and beaten Katrina on the floor. She then wrapped her lethal legs around Katrina soft waist, straddling her. Katrina tried to escape, but Debbie knocked her out with a punch to the face. Debbie then moaned in her sexiest voice, "It's been fun beating the crap out of you, but now you're going to be smothered and strangled to death." With that, Debbie seized Katrina's lapels, crossing her hands and began strangling Katrina. Katrina tried to resist, but however after a few minutes, the strangle begins to take its desired effect. After Katrina went uncounsious, Debbie released the choke, and slid her body, putting her breasts on top of Katrina's face, applying the breast- smother. After a while, Debbie got up off her, untied Katrina's now bloody jacket, strip Katrina of her yellow bra and panties. She then went to get a medium- sized dildo out of her sports bag, and strapped it on. Debbie then once again laid on top of the vaniqushed Katrina, and inserted her dildo into Katrina's pussy, humping her hips. She had four consecutvie orgasms, with her sex exploding afther the last one. Debbie finally got off of Katrina, and had me take pictures of her posing with her left foot on Katrina's breasts, stomach, and face.