Catfight World Series: Part 1 by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se Girls from 14 countries engage in a no holds barred catfight. Multi-culturalism wins! DISCLAIMER: This story uses national stereotypes for comic/fetishistic effect. Hopefully no one will be offended. As part of a multi-million dollar campaign to raise inter-cultural awareness, in 2014 the United Nations Catfighting Initiative (chaired by Silvio Ber- lusconi) created the Annual World Catfight Series, which was to take place every year in Dubai. The rules were outlined as follows: Female representatives (ages 20 to 26) from 14 countries were to fight each other in a massive Arabian-style palace, each of them assigned to a different starting location. All fighting styles and implements would be allowed, and a player would only lose by exiting the arena (either by being thrown out or exiting by choice). To prevent injuries, the area immediately surrounding the house had been "softened" either with water, padding or plants to halt the fall for losers. Aside from the fourteen contestants, a select few reporters as well as a referee would be making rounds inside the house. The contestants, all determined by popular vote within their respective countries, were the following: 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. RUSSIA Olga (age 24) A frosty, athletic blonde with a chilly superiority of manners and little interest in talking, dressed in grey military camo pants, combat boots and a white tanktop. 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. INDIA Rana (age 25) A voluptuous, extremely perky girl with chest-length black hair, long eyelashes and a penchant for singing, dressed in a gold and pink lotus- patterned sari. MEXICO Ana (age 22) A busty, well-built latina with long black hair and a confident, feisty attitude, dressed in a chest-hugging orange tank top and white jeans cut-offs. UNITED KINGDOM Helen (age 26) A curvy, green-eyed young woman with fiery red hair and a cheeky, playful attitude, dressed in an unbuttoned green tennis shirt and tight black jeans. JAPAN Asuka (age 20) A bubbly, talkative young girl with geometrically trimmed, shimmering long black hair, dressed in a bright yellow and white sailor fuku, knee high stockings and yellow sneakers. 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. UNITED ARAB EMIRATES Yasmina (age 23) A curvy, noble-featured young Arabess with dark doe eyes, black hair under a translucent veil, and a fiery temperament, dressed in a willowy purple silk tube top and matching silk harem pants. FRANCE Lucile (age 23) A slender, caramel-lipped young woman with a stylish Louise Brooks hair cut, a fiery artistic temperament and a haughty attitude, wearing a willowy little black dress and sandalettes. 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. BRAZIL Rafaela (age 25) A voluptuous, husky Braziliana with curly dark hair and an attention-loving, proudly sensual attitude, wearing a boob-hugging yellow and green lycra top and matching lycra hotpants with the Brazilian flag emblazoned on her behind. PART 1 Katey, who was giddy with excitement at finally getting to go out and kick ass for the USA, listened for the signal that was to announce the beginning of the tournament. And there it was! A high-pitched ringing sound. Humming the "Battle Hymn of the Republic", she begun walking down the ornate corridor, cracking her knuckles. What heat! And she thought Texas summers were bad! Beads of sweat were already trickling down her well-toned arms. She was right in the middle of thinking up cool things to say upon finally stomping her bootprint on the asses of Russia and China (most of the contestants referred to each other by their countries since they hadn't bothered to learn each other's real names) when -- suddenly -- Katey was struck from behind and fell stomach-first on the hard marble floor. A small shadow flashed in front of her eyes and then someone sat down hard on her back, knocking the wind out of her. "Jackpot!" said Lin (China) and reached down to grab hold of Katey's hair and lift up her face. "I got to the Yankee first!" Katey was dazed and her heart begun pounding with fear. She looked into the eyes of the deadly little Asian, and realized the extent of her predicament: not only could she lose the game, but if she did she would in all likelihood be the first contestant to lose! She -- the American! Thinking on her feet, Katey came up with a brilliant plan. "China! Hey sweet-cheeks," she said, smiling radiantly at the Chinese menace, "Seems you caught me, uh, in a bad position. Before you go ahead and do your thing, how about we make a little deal here?" "What kind of deal?" Lin snapped, looking critical. "Come on, honey! America and China -- fighting side by side! The two most powerful countries! With your speed and my strength, we could easily take out all the others, hell, we both hate Russia, right?" Katey arched an eyebrow, trying on a more seductive approach. "We'd be unstoppable," she purred, "just you and I..." Lin considered this. It was an obvious Capitalist trick to get out of a tricky situation. But it *could* prove useful... "All right," she said, stepping off the American girl and nudging her with her foot. "Hope I didn't squash your tits." Katey's cheeks reddened, but she bit down hard as she rose to her feet. "You didn't," she mumbled. The two unlikely allies walked down the hallway, all the while eyeing each other suspiciously, and entered into a huge living room, lusciously decorated to resemble an illustration out of "One Thousand and One Nights". On two divans in the middle of it, lay Rafaela (Brazil) and Dalila (Angola) -- who, from the look of it, had also teamed up, and were now simply waiting for opponents to stumble upon them. "Oh look, it's-" Lin began, but was interrupted when Rafaela threw a pomegranate from a nearby fruit bowl into her face, splashing it with deep red juice. "Dammit!" Katey cried, "That's a challenge!" And so the battle was on. Lin, face streaked with fruit juice like war paint, charged headfirst into Rafaela's belly, knocking her flat on her wide behind. Unfazed, the Brazilian girl kicked up to her feet in one, fluid motion. "Think you're the only one who knows martial arts, bitch?" Rafaela hissed, pushing her long hair out of her face. "I'll show you how it's done!" To prove this she went into full Capoeira mode, kicking and punching around her in what looked to Lin like some sort of unpredictable breakdancing. Eventually, Lin was struck in the face by a treacherous kick and fell flat on her back on the cold marble floor. Her eyes widened in pain and -- losing her composure for two seconds -- she groaned loudly. Rafaela followed up with an elbow drop, aiming straight at Lin's gut, but just as she jumped, the Chinese girl rolled over, and the Brazilian girl's elbow crashed straight into the marble. WHAM! A split second later, Rafaela was on her knees with her face bent down toward the floor, whimpering like a little girl and clutching her aching elbow. Lin jumped to her feet and looked down on her Brazilian opponent, whose shapely behind was pointing up as if she were a doll in sitting position that had been tipped over, the fabric of her lycra hotpants stretched thin over the clenched ass cheeks and invitingly exposed snatch. Lin ran her finger along the crack of Rafaela's lovely bum until it reached the bottom of the Brazilian's vagina. Then she abruptly stopped and flattened her hand, aimed carefully, and fired a sharp karate chop straight up the Brazilian girl's bulging snatch, cleaving the vaginal lips and going all the way up to the bone. "OOOOHHHH!!" Rafaela cried out in pain, her hands moving to protect her violated privates. Not wanting Rafaela to get off so easily, Lin grabbed the shiny hem of the Brazilian's tight hotpants and pulled up with all her strength -- causing the fabric to rocket straight up Rafaela's swollen cooch with merciless precision, and even causing her knees to lift from the floor for a second. "L-l-let go! M-m-my thing w-will... s-split into t-t-two!" Rafaela stammered, and then drifted off into loud moaning. The Chinese girl didn't answer, but instead grabbed hold of the hem with both hands and pulled backwards instead -- this time pushing Rafaela down on her ass -- and continued to drag her along the floor up to a window. Since all the windows in the palace had been opened to make victory for contestants easier, Lin simply hoisted up Rafaela with her pants and pushed her out the window. "Give my greetings to your disappointed fans in Brazil!" Lin cried after her as she fell. However... NATCH! Mid-fall, Rafaela grabbed hold of a passing windowtop and halted her fall. She had been on the verge of ending up in the last place of the championship -- the last place! Now she still had a fighting chance. If she could only climb all the way up so she could twist the nipples off that tiny-titted Chinese tart... *** Meanwhile, Yasmina (Arab Emirates) was surprised to discover a strange woman suddenly hanging off the top of a window right in front of her. A curtain was blocking off the view of her face, but just below that curtain hung a pair of large, succulent breasts, a marvelously toned stomach, a bulbuous vagina with the surrounding shorts wedged so far up it that they had almost disappeared, and two dangling dark legs. Yasmina smiled. "What a lovely surprise!" Standing on tip toe, she reached up, grabbed the dangling girl's lycra top, and pulled it up to expose the juicy tits in their full splendor. She heard a gasp from beyond the curtain. The Arabian girl looked around the room, and zoned in on a box of clothespins that someone had placed in the room (presumably hoping for an occasion such as this to arise). She picked up two of the clothespins and walked back to Rafaela, after which she opened the little pegs wide, positioned them around the helpless Brazilian girl's perky nipples and then - SNAP! - snapped them shut around their targets. "OW! OW! OW!" a voice yelled from behind the curtain. The boobs in front of Yasmina jiggled left to right, as if the girl was trying to shake off the clothespins. "Like melons!" the fanciful Arabian girl said to herself and giggled. "Hmm, now what shall I do to them next?" "Listen sweetie!" Rafaela cried through the curtain. "I don't know who you are, but if you pull me down, I'll be your teammate! We'd be a great team!" Inside, however, Rafaela was thinking: "please, let this giggling little bitch fall for it, so I can get in there, put her over my knee and spank her ass apart!" But Yasmina wasn't listening. She had already returned with a handful of new clothespins, and stood thinking for a while about how to put them to use. She reached around the dangling Rafaela's body and pinched a small area on the Brazilian's left butt cheek until it bulged out, and then she snapped a clothespin around it. "OUCH!" Then she applied another to Rafaela's right buttock. "OW!" But when the Arabian girl reached around to attach a third clothespin to her butt, Rafaela -- realizing that she couldn't take it anymore -- decided to at least get a small perk out of her loss. Letting go of the window, the Brazilian girl snatched hold of Yasmina's hair before she fell, pulling the Arabian girl with her in the fall. After falling twenty feet, Rafaela hit the water a split second before Yasmina. Five seconds later, they broke through the surface, gasping and dripping with water. "We lost!? How did... I can't believe you-!" Yasmina begun, but turned silent when she saw the vengeful fire in the Brazilian's eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked, suddenly frightened. "You're not going to-" "Shut it, bitch! You'd best save your voice because you'll be screaming for the next hours!" Rafaela shouted, grabbed hold of Yasmina's hair and begun dragging her up toward land. Well on the beach, she flung the petite Arabian girl down over her lap, tore off her flimsy harem pants and the silk panties beneath, and then begun spanking the daylights out of Yasmina's pasty little bubble ass. "OW!" SMACK! "Eek!" WHACK! "Oooh!" CRACK! "Nooo!" WHACK! "OWOWOW!" CRACK! Minutes later, reporters had noticed what was going on and begun hovering around the two girls, getting close shots of the live spanking and inter- viewing the spanker and spankee with great interest. A Brazilian reporter even handed Rafaela a paddle to make her job more efficient. By the time security had been summoned and could interfere, Yasmina's rear end was glowing red -- and as she was led away, attentive cameramen could see four clothespins bobbing along on her naked, blistering butt cheeks. *** "IN FOURTEENTH PLACE: BRAZIL!" A speaker voice boomed through the rooms. "IN THIRTEENTH PLACE: UNITED ARAB EMIRATES! TWELVE CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" Katey, America's great hope, would have whooped loudly at hearing these news, but right now she was too busy running through corridors to escape the fear- some Dalila (Angola) to pay any attention to such things. Their tussle had not ended well -- Katey had gotten in a few good punches before receiving a sharp kneecap to the gut, and then being sent spinning to the floor with a whip-hard roundhouse kick (her jaw was still throbbing with pain). After that she had promptly turned her tail and run. "Thanks a bunch, China!" she shouted over her shoulder, and her heart jumped when she noticed that Dalila was fast catching up with her. *** Meanwhile, Olga, cooler than the Russian winter, was sitting spreadlegged in a windowsill, working on a creation that she was certain would win her the gold. Having entered the palace through the workshop, she had cleverly picked out a flexible piece of cherrywood, a spool of rope and a bundle of bamboo sticks. Now she had turned the former two into a fairly strong bow, and the latter into a pile of blunt, non-lethal arrows. As she fired a practice shot into the wall with a resounding "THWACK!", she heard steps approaching. Quick steps. Olga smiled to herself. Moments later, Miss Sweden came flashing past, her skimpy little dress fluttering around her hips. Pursuing her was Rana, the Indian girl, who was bigger in size, but slightly slower than her prey. With impeccable timing, Olga stepped out of her hiding place just as Rana came running past and stomped her foot down on her sari. There was a loud ripping noise, and then the sari suddenly turned on its owner, wrapping itself around the Indian girl's calves and sending her crashing face down on the floor. When Rana got up on her hands and knees, she was shocked to discover that her clothing had been reduced to a pair of childish pink cotton panties, and a matching pink bra. But that was nothing compared to the shock of looking over her shoulder and discovering the Russian girl stepping out of the shadows, with a bamboo stick placed on the string of her bow. Rana, doing her damnest not to pee herself with fear, set off running down the corridor. Her heart was beating at an abnormal rate. Olga put the bow to her chin and took her time aiming. The Indian girl was very shapely, her firm tits and ass jiggling generously with each step, and as such shouldn't be too hard to hit. But she still had a very specific target in mind. Rana kept her eyes trained on the great window at the end of the corridor, which was coming rapidly closer. She would turn abruptly to the right, bolt down the next corridor and then be out of the Russian's crosshairs. Simple! Olga pulled the string to her chin. Six more jiggles, five more, four... Rana could see the full Dubai skyline approaching as she came closer to the huge open window. Two seconds now, one-- Then the Russian girl let go of the string. With a loud WHISH! the thin, perfectly straight stick went singing through the air, and passed perfectly between Rana's bouncing ass cheeks, where it dug through the gossamer fabric of the Indian girl's tiny panties and plunged straight into her tender asshole. "AAAIIIEEEE!!" Rana cried at the top of her lungs, as the force from the shot pushed her violently forward, so that she tripped over the low windowsill and went tumbling out through the window. Olga walked up to the window, a self-satisfied smirk creeping onto her lips, and looked out. The half-nude Indian girl had fallen on a pile of mattresses that had been placed directly beneath the window, and had immediately passed out. Reporters were flocking to take pictures of the KO'd diva and the bamboo stick that had somehow wedged itself painfully up her plump tush. "IN TWELFTH PLACE: INDIA! ELEVEN CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" the speaker voice announced. Olga allowed herself a moment of basking in her own self-regard. When she was done, she placed another arrow on her bow and begun stalking down the corridor. "Now, where did that Swedish piece of ass run off to?" she asked herself, licking her lips. * * * Helen, the British contestant, crept quietly through the massive bathhouse section of the palace, mesmerized by the magnificence of it, when she suddenly noticed something lying on the floor of an adjacent small room. Peeking in, she discovered what it was: someone had left their clothes in a neat pile in front of the sliding doors to the sauna. Looking closer, she saw that it was a small black dress and a pair of high- heeled shoes, and a bit further away lay a black push up bra and a discarded thong. "The French..." Helen thought with a smirk as she brushed the clothes aside with her foot and leaned close to the heavy sliding doors, listening for a sound. But just as she began sliding the doors open, a sharp foot struck her hard at the base of her spine and she fell chest-first into the sauna with a loud thud. She heard the sliding doors close behind her. "Well, well, if it isn't ma amie anglaise," said a lovely French-accented voice, "I can't believe you fell for my little trick!" Helen tried to get up, but Lucile promptly stepped forward and dropped her nude bottom on the British girl's back, once again knocking her down hard on her tits. Helen groaned from the pain. "What's the matter, ch'ri?" Lucile asked in her soothing voice as she begun grinding her crotch sensually against Helen's back. "Can't get up?" "Get off me, you nympho!" Helen snapped from beneath. "This is a fight, why are you acting like you are trying to seduce me!?" Lucile chuckled, as she adjusted her position so that she was facing Helen's ass instead. "Those clothes are too hot to wear in a sauna. Why don't you let me undress you?" She begun playing with the waistband of the British girl's jeans. "You have a pretty derriere -- tr's compact. I could tell when you came in." "Stop that!" Helen hissed. But the French girl had already reached around Helen's waist and untied her belt, and now she was slowly sliding down her black jeans until they were completely off. Now, Helen's butt (which was indeed tr's compact) was visible beneath a pair of tight lime green panties. "What a lovely bottom!" Lucile said and pinched Helen's ass repeatedly. "A little too fat to compete with us French, but very nice for an English girl!" "Get off me, or you'll be very sorry!" Helen shouted, her cheeks turning red with embarassment. "Are you a natural redhead?" Lucile asked, ignoring her warning. "Only one way to find out!" "Wait! What did you just--!?" Helen's protests turned into a quick groan as Lucile grabbed her panties and put the British girl in a wedgie, pulling her butt up from the floor. Keeping Helen's ass arched, Lucile leaned forward until her head was almost between Helen's legs. From here, she could easily see bright red pubic hair spilling out on either side of the lime green string pushing against Helen's tight mound. "You are! A genuine firecrotch!" This was the last straw for Helen, who tensed every muscle in her ankle and then kicked her foot back toward her ass -- striking Lucile hard in the face. The French girl yelled in pain, and let go of Helen's underwear. Seizing the opportunity, Helen slid away from beneath Lucile's ass, and spun around to face her. Lucile threw two punches in swift succession, but Helen dodged them both, and managed to come so close to her opponent that she simply wrapped her arms around the French girl's waist and lifted her, kicking and screaming, into the air, and began walking across the sauna. "Put me down, you bitch!" Lucile shouted, and landed a stinging slap across Helen's cheeks. "You want to be slapped like a whore? I'll slap you like a whore!" She landed a second slap, and a third, and a fourth. "All right, you tramp, I'll put you down!" Helen said after walking six steps, when she detached the naked French tigress from her body and promptly slammed her down, ass first, on the hissing sauna heater. "OOOOHHHHHH!!! TAKE ME DOWN TAKE ME DOWN TAKE ME DOWN!! OWOWOWOWOW!!!" Lucile screamed as she felt her rump being barbecued at lightning speed from under- neath. Helen, eager to give the French girl her just desserts, shifted her hands from Lucile's waist to her shoulders, keeping her steadily in place. "AAAAAAAIIIIEEEE!! MY ASS MY ASS MY ASS!!!" the French girl yelled, shifting her weight from one ass cheek to the other to divide the pain, but each time she did this, the cheeks slid further away from each other until finally she landed in the worst position imaginable: the heater pressed straight against her throbbing anus. With a piercing scream Lucile flew up from the sauna heater, pushed Helen to the floor, shoved the sliding doors open and run straight toward the soothing cool of the swimming pool, when she ran straight into-- *** --Zarah, the Israeli contestant, whose first reflex upon seeing a naked girl rushing out in front of her was to punch her straight in the face. The punch rocketed Lucile back, and she fell flat on her behind, nearly knocked out. "I've got you now, you little French who-" Helen shouted, but was interrupted when she too came out into the bathhouse and received a perfect roundhouse kick to the chin, falling backwards and landing on her back. "Well, well, looks like I've got myself a European double sandwich!" Zarah said, placing her hands on her hips. The British girl was moaning and rubbing her chin, and the French girl lying down whimpering. Not wasting any time, the Israeli girl grabbed a handful of Helen's fiery red hair with her left hand, and another of Lucile's dark brown designer 'do with her right, and began walking toward a large open window, dragging both girls along with her, asses sliding against the marble. Looking out through the window, Zarah decided to go for a big finish with these two. There were mattresses below the window as usual, but a little bit further away there was a large dumpster that someone had forgotten to close the lid on. "Time to take out the Eurotrash!" Zarah said. Then she lifted up the French girl by her waist, aimed carefully, and flung her out the window. Lucile went flying, past the mattresses, and finally the nude French girl collided with the open lid, fell down and disappeared into the dumpster. "You too, sweetcheeks!" Zarah said as she pulled up the British girl by the waistband of her panties, producing a girly high-pitched squeal from the redhead, and then threw her the same way out through the window. Helen hit the lid head-first and bounced down into the dumpster as well, the impact causing the lid to fall over and slam shut over the two girls. Zarah rubbed her hands together and waited for the announcement. "IN ELEVENTH PLACE: FRANCE!" "IN TENTH PLACE: UNITED KINGDOM! NINE CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" All right, eight little piggies to go, Zarah thought to herself as she strutted out of the bathhouse. END OF PART 1