Catfight World Series: Part 3 by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se Eight contestants are out, six remain. Who will be the champion? THE COMPETITION: As of now, the following eight countries have been defeated: 14. Brazil 13. United Arab Emirates 12. India 11. France 10. United Kingdom 9. Japan 8. Russia 7. Mexico For the third round, the following six contestants remain: UNITED STATES Katey (age 25) A spunky, voluptous Texas brunette with an All-American cowgirl swagger, barefoot and decked out in a red/white-striped tank top showing generous cleavage and jeans cutoffs. CHINA Lin (age 22) A short, slender, cherry-lipped girl with jet black, ponytailed hair and lively eyes, polite and seemingly cool-headed, and dressed in a form-fitting red jumpsuit and sneakers. GERMANY Heidi (age 23) A curvy but slender apple-cheeked Bavarian blonde with braided hair and a sassy, somewhat brattish attitude, wearing a white shirt with tight leder- hosen hotpants. SWEDEN Sanna (age 22) A luscious, curvy, clear blue-eyed blonde with a flirty, party-loving attitude and liberal views about sex, barefoot and dressed in a short flower-patterned summer dress. ANGOLA Dalila (age 24) A tall, well-endowed athletic African woman with short, black hair, a silent, competitive attitude, and wearing a bright-colored African patchwork shirt, sneakers and khaki hotpants. ISRAEL Zarah (age 24) A curvy but athletic, plushy-lipped young Jewess with curly black hair, amber eyes and a secretive smile, dressed in a marine blue tank top, khaki shorts and sneakers. PART 3 Heidi, the German contestant, pushed open a door and found herself in the palace kitchen. She had to catch her breath before continuing; it was by far the largest kitchen she had ever seen, with massive black and gold stoves and marble countertops that extended for more than a hundred feet. The ceiling was almost twenty-five feet above the floor, and as she leaned backward to look up, she noticed a shadow flicker past. "Hey Lederhosen!" She turned around and saw someone standing on top of the refrigerator just behind her, tipping something large over her head. Next there was a soft white explosion, and a thick layer of dry powder covered her eyes, flooded her ears and filled her mouth. "Mmmmppphhhh!!!" Heidi moaned, spitting out thick gruel from her mouth. When she looked down, she realized that her body was covered from head to toe with flour. "Scheisse! You bitch!" the German girl squealed, wiping the flour out of her eyes. "What was that? I didn't hear you!" the cheerful voice came back. "I said 'You bi-" Heidi begun, but was interrupted by a violent, cold splash as her enemy emptied an equally large container of milk over her head. The impact of more than five litres of liquid slamming down on her head knocked the German girl off her feet, and she fell flat on her bum in the pile of flour that had accumulated on the floor. Heidi groaned as she wiped a handful of sticky dough from her face. She heard a thud nearby. Shortly thereafter a well-toned pair of legs appeared in front of her, a thin summer dress reaching about halfway down the smooth thighs. "Oh, get up, you clumsy tart!" said a chirpy Swedish-accented voice, and Heidi felt her hair being tugged hard, instantly pulling her up to her feet. "I'm going to bake your sorry German ass into apfelstrudel!" Sanna grabbed a spatula from a counter and gave Heidi's dough-covered ass cheeks a hard rap, sending a cloud of flour flying into the air. "Move it! Over to the stove area!" she commanded, and started walking her German hostage toward the massive ranges, incessantly smacking her rear end with the spatula. "Bend over!" Sanna cried, and Heidi obeyed, bending over a counter with her bottom obediently arched up. The Swedish girl loosened the straps on her captive's lederhosen hotpants and eased them down to her ankles, finally pulling them off and exposing a pair of lavender panties framing the German's tight keister. She then unbuttoned Heidi's shirt from behind and threw it over her shoulder, exposing a matching lavender bra. "Now, let's see what we have here," the Swedish girl purred, and -- holding Heidi's head down with one hand -- opened a large white unlabeled jar that had been standing on the floor. She then hoisted the can up in the air and started pouring its contents over her blonde captive's pretty little head. A golden, slow-moving liquid came pouring out and soon covered all of Heidi's hair. It trickled fast down her pigtails and even seeped into the strap of her bra. "UUGGGHH!! What is zis!!??" Heidi shouted in exasperation, but Sanna simply grabbed her by her braids and pulled her head back until her face was pointing toward the ceiling, and then poured more of the honey straight into her shocked face. The honey splashed in huge blobs against her cheeks, and poured like a torrent into her mouth, shutting her up. "MMMFFFGGPPTTTHHHH!!!!" Heidi protested, but Sanna just kept pouring, until the German girl's face was completely coated with a thick, glistening golden layer. "Stop stirring, sweetcheeks, I'm only done with the top half yet!" Sanna said, snickering to herself as she poured honey all over her victim's dough-covered back. Then, she grabbed the waistband of Heidi's panties and pulled them out, finally emptying the remainder of the honey all over her tight derriere, and let the panties snap back against the goo with a loud splat. By now, Heidi was moaning and whimpering with discomfort and humiliation. "What?" Sanna asked. "When I told you I was going to bake your ass, it wasn't a metaphor! I'm really going to bake--" SMACK! "-your-" SMACK! "-silly-" SMACK! "-German-" SMACK! "-ass!" she went on, emphasizing each word with spanks from the spatula. When Sanna turned to the nearest refrigerator for something new to pour on her enemy, Heidi saw her opportunity to act. Slipping out of Sanna's grip, she grabbed the refrigerator door and slammed it into the Swedish girl's sur- prised face, knocking her down on her rump. Instinctively, Sanna got up on all fours to scuttle away to safety, but Heidi made a lightning-fast lunge forward, reached in between the Swede's well-toned thighs and plunged her hand into her thin panties, until she had a firm grip around something soft. She then pulled back with all her might until the soft thing yielded and there was an agonizing RRRRITTSCCHH! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!!!" Sanna squealed in such a high pitch that Heidi thought something made of glass was going to burst. The German girl looked down and saw that her hand was full of golden pubic hair, pulled out to the root. Sanna was lying on her stomach, butt cat-arched into the air, making wavery whimpering sounds, with her hands gently massaging her tortured (and now hairless) vagina. Heidi walked up to her supine opponent and grabbed her dress by its collar, pulling it off over her head, leaving the Swedish girl in a small white bra and a pair of mismatched yellow panties, which had slipped halfway down her bubble-shaped butt from all the cooch-massaging. Heidi then unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, letting Sanna's firm, medium-size boobs spill out, and then tugged down her panties to her ankles. Flipping over the nude blonde on her back, Heidi bent down and -- with some effort -- pried away Sanna's hands from her crotch. The German girl smiled when she was met with the sight of the Swede's tight red snatch, which now had only a few stray hairs attached to it. "Like a baby," Heidi cooed and stroked the bare opening gently with her index finger, producing a moan of indignation from Sanna. "I vas originally just going to give you ein well-deserved ass-whipping," Heidi began, looking into Sanna's eyes, "but all zis talk about baking and strudels has given me new ideas. Now get up, you tramp!" Heidi took a firm grip of Sanna's long blond hair and pulled her up to her feet with it, producing feeble yelps from the disgraced Scandinavian girl. She then steered Sanna over to a counter and tipped her nude form over it, adjusting her perky butt into an ideally inviting position. "So vat should I do with you? I could easily do with some tasty Swedish pastry, and you've certainly got ze buns for zat," Heidi lovingly smacked each of Sanna's buttocks with the spatula, "but in the end I think I'm more in ze mood for something else..." "What are you goi-MMFF!!" Sanna began, but her question was cut short when a large, cold apple was stuffed deep into her mouth. The Swedish girl's blue eyes widened with fear. "Payback is a bitch, nein?" Heidi chuckled, and then shuffled through the vegetable compartment for something else. Her eyes glittered with excitement when she found the perfect instrument for her purpose: a blunt, exceptionally large carrot. Sanna was squirming and trying to look over her shoulder, but Heidi simply placed her hand around her neck and pushed her down until her chin touched the counter again. "No squirming, my little Swedish fish, or you'll spoil ze surprise! Face down, ass up. Understood?" Firmly, Heidi pried apart Sanna's tightly clenched butt cheeks, revealing the tiny, shivering pink hole between them. A mischievous thrill went through Heidi's body and she raised the carrot so that its freakishly large tip pointed straight toward against the tiny opening. "And now -- the stuffing!" Heidi declared, waited a few seconds for a muffled reaction from her squirming captive, and then mercilessly plunged the carrot deep inside the Swedish bimbo's tight little asshole. A muffled squeal vibrated through the air, but Heidi took no heed, and instead worked the carrot deeper and deeper through the narrow butthole. "MMMMFFFF!!" Sanna screamed, as the carrot brushed and stretched sensitive parts of her rear anatomy she barely knew existed. Finally, when the vegetable had gone in as far as it seemed it would go, Heidi pushed it still an inch or two further (to intense squeals), then grabbed the thoroughly humiliated Swedish blonde by her hair and steered her over to a small metal opening in the wall. "Unfortunately, though, I zink zis piece of prime Swedish ass is well beyond its expiration date! What a pity," the German girl chuckled as she opened the trash chute, "into ze trash with it!" She then hoisted the naked Swedish girl, apple still clenched between her teeth and a carrot wedged rock-hard up her ravished ass, head-first into the small opening. The blonde slid marginally through the chute, but her plump hips halted the slide, and caught her stuck. "Too fat, eh? I know how to fix zat!" Heidi said, and then stomped her foot down hard on the Swedish girl's sore rump, producing muffled squeals from further down the chute. After five hard stomps, Sanna's hips suddenly slid through the hole, and the slender white legs disappeared into the darkness. Heidi suspected that the trash chute had been redirected to lead out of the palace, to prevent contestants from strategically hiding in the trash, and this was also the case. Thirty seconds later, a naked, red-faced Sanna came flying out of a gaping opening in the palace wall and landed tit-first in the Dubai sand, an apple still clenched between her jaws. According to tabloids, for the next six months Sanna from Sweden would have to sit exclusively on pillows. *** "IN SIXTH PLACE: SWEDEN! FIVE CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" As this message echoed through the house, Lin was sneaking through a corridor in the opposite end of the building. She stopped when she heard a steady rhythm of what seemed like loud cracks, followed by moans and sobs. Lin rounded the nearest corner and saw what it was: A black girl was standing wide-legged in front of a wall, spanking a naked white butt which for some reason was sticking out of a hole in the wall, legs dangling beneath it. With a sting of schadenfreude, Lin recognized the poor, well-abused tushie as belonging to no one else but Katey, the American contestant, who had teamed up with her only to leave her hanging in the middle of a fight. Now she was getting her just desserts, as her plump keister was being pummeled with great thoroughness and even greater enthusiasm by the African. "Pleeease *sob* pleea-" CRACK! "OOOOWWW!! Please let me go, *sob* plee-" WHACK! "OOOOHH! I'll do whatever you waaaant!" Dalila chuckled and delivered another stinging smack to the jiggling white buns. "You'll do what I want? Well, guess what, we're doing what I want right now!" CRACK! "There's nothing I want more than to spank your annoying, useless ass some more!" "OOOOHHH!! *sob* But I-I'll be good!" CRACK! "EEEKK! P-please don't spank me more, *sob* I think m-my butt is going to be tota-" THWACK! "OOOOHH, I'm sorryyyyyyyy!!!" Lin watched the spanking from afar with no intention of breaking it up, and found herself almost mesmerized by the smacks, the jiggly red globes of flesh and the broken wails coming from behind the wall. Suddenly, Lin felt a sharp metal point pressing up between her tight buttocks. The Chinese girl tensed up, and one moment later a hand pressed down over her mouth. "Don't turn around, or I'll turn your little Chinese ass into shish kebab!" a voice whispered into her ear. "Just follow me into the other corridor!" Lin did as she was told. When they had put some distance between themselves and the spanking scene, the unidentified woman pushed Lin forward so that she fell on her hands and knees onto the cold floor. Lin turned around and caught a glimpse of ebony-haired Semitic beauty before her enemy dropped down hard on her back, causing her to fall flat on the floor. "Well, well, if it isn't little miss China herself," the Israeli woman purred as she cupped her hand around Lin's chin, and jerked it painfully upwards. "Guess what, honey? I've got a fireplace poker right here, and I have lots of ideas about how to use it..." As she spoke, Zarah leaned her face so close to Lin's ear that her long black hair brushed against the side of Lin's face. Thinking on her feet, Lin decided to act. "Guess what, bitch? So do I!" A split second later, Lin grabbed the curly hair hanging over her shoulder, gathered it up in both her hands and executed a perfect judo throw -- flinging the Jewish girl into the air by her hair. THWACK! The Israeli girl landed a few feet away on her back, and gave up an agonized squeal. Lin crawled up to her and snatched the poker out of her hand. Zarah's eyes flared up with fear as she stumbled to her hands and knees to crawl away -- unwisely offering up her firm bottom to her enemy as she did so. "Did I hear something about shish kebab?" Lin taunted her, right before jamming the iron poker firmly into the crack of the Israeli girl's khaki-clad ass. "OOOIIII!!" Zarah squealed, as she tried to fend off the painful rear intruder with her hands. Lin, however, just laughed and brushed aside the hands with the poker, and then carried on ramming the sharp poker into the cleft between the jiggling buns, with merciless precision. "OOOH!! OOWW!! OOOOHHH!!" the Israeli girl screamed as the keister abuse grew more and more intense. Finally, she decided to try and make a run for it. After Lin had skewered her poor butt for at least the tenth time, Zarah used the force of the blow to leap to her wobbly feet. But Lin was already ahead of her. With two swift blows to her slender ankles, the Chinese girl separated the Israeli girl's feet from each other, creating a distance of about two feet between them. Then, focusing her eyes on the gentle slope between the Israeli's firm thighs, Lin swung the side of the poker upwards with all her might. It was a perfect swing. The side of the metal rod found its way into the slender cleft of Zarah's precious ladyparts, passed between the soft lips and struck something hard with an agonizing CRUNCH! "OWOWOWOWOWWWWWWW!!" Zarah howled, and fell defeated to her knees, cupping her hands around her most tender region. As she fell forward and lay whining on the floor, the Chinese girl took the opportunity to eagerly strip off the Israeli's shorts and shirt. When Lin picked up the poker again, Zarah's clothing had been reduced to a pair of tiny cotton panties with an Israeli flag print -- light blue bars running along each waistband and a large six-pointed star stretched tight over Zarah's heinie -- and no bra. "All right, sweetpea, time for another round of poke-an-ass, this time with less protection!" Lin declared, and then promptly stuck the poker up the tight panty-clad rump, bringing the Jewish beauty to her feet with a blood- curdling squeal. "This isn't fair!" Zarah yelled as she stood massaging her burning rear, tears swelling up in the corner of her brown eyes. "Shame on you! You have a weapon, I have nothing!" "Fair!? Who was the sadist that brought the poker into the game, honeytits?" Lin said tauntingly, closing in on the topless Israeli. "Now turn around again so I can poke your silly ass some more, unless you want it in the cooch this time!" Unexpectedly, however, Zarah turned and ran for the large window. Before Lin could stop her, she had climbed out on the ledge running directly below the window, and was climbing along the exterior wall. "What the hell are you doing??" Lin shouted at her from the window. "You can't do that!" "Sure I can!" Zarah shouted, red-faced and pouting as she pressed her firm tits against the wall and tried not to look down at the four-storey distance to the ground. "I'm not breaking any rules!" Lin, who was fiercely competitive and hated inventive rule-bending, was fuming. She looked down and saw that Zarah had climbed way out of the designated "fall zone", and therefore wouldn't be caught by a mattress if she fell. Instead she was now standing directly above a group of large cacti. 'Oh, I'll make that bitch pay the price for cheating, all right,' Lin thought triumphantly and pulled her head inside. She picked up Zarah's discarded sneakers and then stuck her head out of the window once more. Zarah was slowly making her way over to the next window, and was not looking back. Aiming carefully, Lin threw a sneaker at her raven-haired opponent, hitting her hard on the back of her head. The Israeli girl instantly lost her balance and fell. Mid-fall, Zarah unwisely decided to look down and saw where she was going to land. Even from afar, Lin could see her eyes turn into saucers. THUD! "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!" When reporters arrived at the scene, they saw the Israeli contestant sitting perched, with her legs pointing up into the air, on the top of a massive eleven-foot cactus, wailing non-stop. It took two full hours to remove every thorn from her tender buttocks. Worse yet, in her native country, Zarah would never live down her new nickname: "The Pincushion". "IN FIFTH PLACE: ISRAEL! FOUR CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" As this message echoed through the house, victory seemed almost within reach for each of the four contestants remaining: a proud Chinese girl basking in newfound media attention, a German still cleaning dough and honey out of her undies, a disgraced American pioneeress trapped and brandishing a sore ass, and a furious Angolan amazon whipping away at it. END OF PART 3