Catfight World Series: Part 2 by T. Prince, tk_prince@hotmail.se The battle continues. Who will prevail? THE COMPETITION: In the first round, the following five countries were defeated: 14. Brazil 13. United Arab Emirates 12. India 11. France 10. United Kingdom For the second round, the following nine 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. 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. 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. 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. 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 2 Sanna, the nubile Swedish girl, snuck quietly down the lavishly decorated corridor, a draft of air causing her thin summer dress to flutter up above her hips. She had just managed to evade that scary Russian, and was going to play it safe from now on. She paused in front of a door and prodded it open with her foot. It slid open with a barely audible creak, revealing a small, feminine bedroom decorated in soft pastel shades of blue and pink. Pillows, silk and little puffy footstools were spread all over the floor. "Maybe I should just stay here for the rest of the competition," Sanna thought to herself with a delighted smile, and entered the room. She had barely stepped over the threshold when she heard a high-pitched battle cry and two sharp legs slammed down on her shoulders. The Swedish girl gave up an involuntary yell, and tried to shake off the intruder by spinning around, but her screaming tormentor stayed up. Suddenly, she felt a hard pain in the roots of her hair. "Surrender, you yellow-haired pig!" the girl on her shoulders yelled in a clear Japanese accent, as she tugged harder at Sanna's long, silky blond hair. "Get off me, you bitch!" the Swedish girl shouted, and begun running backwards into she slammed back first into a wall, hoping that the blow would knock off her tormentor. There was a short yell, but Asuka stayed up. "OK, you asked for it!" Sanna cried, then took a firm hold of the Japanese girl's skinny knees with her hands, and jammed her thumbs into her hollow knee pits. "Aiiiieee!!" Asuka shrieked as the blonde pierced two sensitive nerves that she was barely aware that she had. Following up, the Swedish girl removed her hands from her enemy's knees and slid them back along her thighs, until they reached Asuka's bottom, which was draped around the back of Sanna's neck. There she felt around for a while until her hands had reached under the Japanese girl's skirt, and each hand had grabbed hold of each of Asuka's pert butt cheeks. "I said: get off me, you BITCH!!" Sanna bellowed, and begun pulling each ass cheek in the opposite direction of the other, widening the Japanese girl's crack with each painful second. To increase the agony, she squeezed each cheek as hard as she could while pulling them apart. "AAAAOOOOHHHH! NOOOO!!!" Asuka screamed as her burning ass felt as if it was about to split into two. Realizing that this was the way to go, Sanna begun digging her nails into the tender butt flesh as she pulled. Asuka now begun feeling a stretching sensation in her anus, and her screaming increased in intensity. "Surrender, or say goodbye to your butthole!" Sanna said, pulling harder. "How wide can it go? Let's find out!" Asuka's eyes shot wide as she felt her tight hole widening itself to an unbearable width, as if pried open with a pair of pincers. Suddenly, the Japanese girl decided she couldn't take it anymore, and unwrapped her legs around the Swedish girl's neck. She plummeted to the floor with a loud thud and lay there, whimpering and rubbing her tender backside. Sanna, wasting no time, walked over to the bed and tore down two of the silk bed hangings, then sat down and quickly tied one of them around Asuka's skinny ankles in a secure double knot. "Wh-what are you doing!?" the Japanese girl whined as Sanna promptly flipped her over on her stomach, dropped her butt down on her shoulders, gathered her wrists together and tied them up with the other bed hanging, now leaving her unable to move at all. "Face it, honey, you've lost," Sanna whispered in Asuka's ear, before she walked over to a small dressing table carrying a collection of perfume bottles, cosmetics and other ladies' accessories. "The only problem is that you're stuck with me, and I have every intention to keep you around for a little enter- tainment!" Sanna returned with a pair of nail scissors and begun cutting the whimpering Japanese girl's clothes to shreds. "Nooo! Not that, not that!" Asuka whined, but the Swedish girl took no heed of her. When she had reduced the sailor fuku into thin strips and thrown it away, she begun working on her little purple push up bra until it had been given the same treatment. However, when it came to Asuka's frilly white cotton panties, she merely gave them a snip on the side, let them slide off her tight butt and picked them up with thumb and index finger. "I thought I'd put these to better use," Sanna purred, then reached forward and gagged the squealing Japanese girl with her own underwear, and tied it up behind her head. "Hope you enjoy the taste of your own vajayjay, honey!" the blonde said, barely able to contain her laughter, as she patted the frustrated Japanese girl on her blushing head. "Now what should I do?" Sanna asked herself as she surveyed the tied up, squirming nude Asian female in front of her. After a while, she collected a bunch of pillows and formed them into a pile, then placed the Japanese girl stomach-first on the pile, so that it propped up her squirming, tight rear end. She then walked over to the dressing table and searched through the items on display. "Gotcha!" she said, snatching a red lipstick from the table, and walked back to Asuka, who was shouting a litany of what was probably Japanese insults, but which were muffled by her panty gag. Kneeling down behind her Japanese prisoner, Sanna gently placed her hands on Asuka's hips and adjusted her ass into different positions, examining it closely. "Not much hair down there," she remarked when she saw the tiny black strip of hair on Asuka's snatch. "Too bad, or I could have shaved you!" Muffled protests erupted, but Sanna just laughed. "Relax, honey, we'll have fun anyway. Now, let's see here..." She gently slid the Asian girl's ass cheeks apart to get a good look at her tiny toffee-colored asshole. She touched it lightly with her finger -- it was as tight as a straw. "Ooh, a virgin! Better than I had hoped for!" The Swedish girl slid the gold-edged cap from the lipstick and did a test scribble on the back of Asuka's thigh. "Perfect!" she purred, and then begun writing in big angry red letters across the Japanese girl's firm buttocks: "SWEDEN TOOK THE VIRGINITY OF THIS ASS JUN 9 2014" and added a curvy arrow pointing toward the center of Asuka's crack. Sanna then pried the Asian's firm cheeks apart again and inserted the tip of the lipstick into her tight little asshole. "Mmmpphhhh!!" Asuka moaned, her eyes widening with discomfort. Sanna patted her on the thigh, and then proceeded to push the lipstick inch by inch into the protesting Asian's slowly yielding anus. About halfway in, the lipstick encountered some resistance. "A little tension, perhaps?" the Swedish girl asked innocently. "Well, we can fix that!" She reached down and gave Asuka's tight snatch a hard squeeze, then twisted it around to create sufficient pain. The Japanese girl produced a muffled squeal, and her ass relaxed momentarily. This gave Sanna an opportunity to push the lipstick further inside her anus, and she kept going until the shiny bottom of the lipstick had disappeared entirely inside the tight hole, and only a golden tint was visible at the center of the small brown circle. "Beautiful!" Sanna cooed. She then realized it was time to wrap it up. She jumped to her feet and grabbed Asuka by the hair, and then dragged the naked Asian girl up to the bedroom window, hoisted her halfway out of it, paused to admire her artwork on the Japanese girl's thoroughly humiliated backside, and then threw her out into the open by the ankles. She looked out through the window as the Japanese girl fell twenty feet down and landed tit-first on a pile of mattresses. Immediately a gaggle of reporters appeared for photographs and interviews, and the ferocity increased when they saw that a message had been inscribed on the loser's tush. After thirty seconds, Asuka's red-faced Japanese manager shoved his way through the crowd and pulled Asuka over his knee, where he proceeded to clean the humiliating message off her ass with a brush, all the while berating her loudly -- and occasionally landing a spank on his crying pupil's bottom with his free hand. "IN NINTH PLACE: JAPAN! EIGHT CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" the speaker voice announced, as Sanna struck a pose for the photographers twenty feet below, basking in all the attention. *** Meanwhile, Olga, the proud hope of Russia, spotted another contestant at the end of a corridor. The woman was dark-haired and voluptuous -- likely a latina -- and was carrying a tennis racket, squeezing it hard between her whitening fists. Olga placed another bamboo stick on her bow (which she had made from a slab of wood from the house workshop), and sent it flying through the air. The stick hit Miss Mexico right in her belly button with a hollow thud. Ana bent over double with pain, holding her stomach. "That's right, bitch, I could put one of these through a keyhole from fifty feet away!" Olga sneered. "If you don't believe me, next time you see India, ask if she wants to take a seat!" "Well, tough luck, puta, 'cause I'm only twenty feet away and I run faster than you think!" Quick as a fox, Olga put another stick on her bow and fired it toward Ana, but the latter was ready and struck it mid-air with her tennis racket, sending it spiraling over her shoulder. Three seconds later, Olga raised her bow again, but Ana had already run up to her and plucked the bamboo stick out of her hand. "What'd I say?" the Mexican girl said tauntingly, and then landed a sucker punch straight into the Russian girl's soft gut, knocking the wind out of her. Olga bent over double, but had barely finished gasping for air when Ana rocketed her sharp kneecap up in her face, sending her flying back and slamming back-first into the hard floor. Ana grabbed the bow from the floor and threw it out of a nearby window. When she turned around, Olga had rebounded and was throwing punches into the air. "Oh, you want a punching match? You've got it!" Ana threw the racket aside and came charging at Olga. The Russian girl punched left -- Ana blocked -- another punch right -- Ana dodged -- and suddenly the Mexican girl saw her opportunity and landed a stinging uppercut straight to Olga's unprotected chin. "Oof!" the Russian girl cried and couldn't resist grabbing her chin with her right hand, letting down her guard long enough for Ana to throw a hard punch into her side. "Aah!" Olga lost her footing, and Ana aimed another punch straight to her face, but this time the Russian girl was faster and deflected the punch with her wrist. "Nice shots. But now it's my turn, bitch!" Putting extra emphasis on the last word, Olga took careful aim and then delivered a stinging punch straight to Ana's nose. The Mexican's head whipped back, hair lashing, and she staggered back. With her hands clutching her nose, the latina's huge breasts were suddenly left unprotected, and Olga was eager not to let this opportunity slip. "That's a lovely pair of melons you've got there," Olga remarked, giving the Mexican a split second to figure out what was going to happen, and then wrapped her slender fingers around each bulging tit, and began squeezing them hard. Ana shrieked, and tried to pry away Olga's arms, but they were as steady as if they had been moulded in place. The Russian squeezed harder, and began digging her fingernails into the Mexican girl's tender boob flesh. Desperate, Ana looked down and noticed that the triumphant blonde was standing with her legs confidently apart. Hope came rushing back to Ana like an adrenaline injection. With an angry yell, the Mexican girl rammed her knee straight up between Olga's athletic thighs, smashing into her round snatch. The Russian blonde's face contorted itself into an expression of shock and pain and she gave up a high-pitched shriek, and she had to let go of Ana's breasts, instead cupping her hands around her violated vagina. In the blink of an eye, Ana then raised the tennis racket over her head and slammed it down on Olga's skull. The string center of the racket instantly burst from the impact, leaving only the hard wooden frame, which Ana forced down past the dazed blonde's neck, tits, arms, and waist, until Olga's wide hips caught it stuck. The racket now trapped Olga's arms, pressing her hands firmly in place against her cooch. When the Russian girl realized what a predicament she was suddenly in, she turned to run -- but Ana simply grabbed the handle of the tennis racket and pulled her back in. "Not so fast, puta! I have unfinished business with you," the Mexican girl hissed, and let her eyes wander up and down the Russian girl's buxom body. The blonde was wiggling helplessly, but could not free her arms from the wooden frame holding them stuck. Delighted with this turn out, Ana gently placed her hand on Olga's perky right tit and squeezed it slightly. "Thanks for the compliment earlier, by the way," she purred, "yours aren't too shabby either. Not as big as mine, of course, but then again I guess things do shrink in the Russian cold." She leaned in close and whispered in Olga's ear: "I'd hate to see what it does to your men's penises." "Let me go, you Mexican whore!" Olga hissed. "Oh no," Ana said. "I'm far from done with you!" After this, she promptly grabbed the bottom end of the blonde's white tanktop and slid it over her head, exposing the Russian's compact, pointy breasts beneath a red sports bra. She walked around to face Olga's back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Now, the blonde's juicy tits were on full display. Ana patted them softly from underneath and watched them jiggle with each impact. "Payback time," the Mexican girl said, and then began slapping the firm breasts against each other -- SMACK! -- and away from each other -- SMACK! -- and against each other again -- SMACK! -- until the globes were bouncing back and forward in a rhythmic motion, with a loud fleshy smack and an agonized yelp marking the impact of each slap. Ana smiled, as she begun slapping harder and harder. "I can keep doing this for the whole day," she said, faking a yawn. After a while, the Russian girl's boobs were fast changing color from palest pink to a warm red, and Olga's squeals increased in intensity. Eventually, she attempted a sudden escape, but spun around so fast that she tripped over her ankle and fell backwards on the floor, landing on the part of the tennis racket that was pressing against the top of her ass. "OOWW!" she cried as the wooden frame connected painfully with her tailbone. Ana walked up to the wiggling, helpless blonde, bent down, and pinched the Russian girl's pale pink nipples with her thumbs and index fingers. Olga moaned feebly in response. "Don't be such a baby," Ana chirped, and then pulled the nipples as hard as she could, elongating the compact breasts until they looked like tall pyramids, and forcefully lifting the Russian girl off the floor all the way up to her feet. "AIIIEEEEE!!!" Olga shrieked as her nipples felt like they were going to snap. Ana, now going for the finish, took a secure hold of the Russian girl -- one hand grabbing her neck, the other between her legs and grabbing the seat of her ass -- and hoisted her up over her head. She then walked slowly up to the open window and threw the blonde like a spear into the open, watching the shrieking blond missile descend until it finally crashed into a pile of mattresses forty feet below. A gaggle of reporters came running up to the disgraced, topless Russian, who was crawling, whimpering, out of a broken tennis racket, massaging her tender mammaries. Ana was elated. Mexico had beaten Russia! Surely she was a superstar by now! She stood leaning out of the window, waving to the reporters, enjoying the distant flashes of cameras and basking in her triumph. "IN EIGHTH PLACE: RUSSIA! SEVEN CONTESTANT REMAI--" The speaker had not even finished the announcement when Ana suddenly felt two hands grabbing her ankles from behind. The horror of what was happening quickly dawned on her. "Oh no, this can't be ha--!" Before she was able to complete the sentence, the hands had shoved her head- first out over the windowsill, and at this point she felt a slight tug in her underpants. Then she begun her fall, only to violently come to a halt after only two feet, at which point an intense pain suddenly exploded into her crotch and the crack of her ass, and she let out a piercing "OOOOOOHHH!" It seemed that a loose nail had caught hold of her panties as she slid across the windowsill, and now was holding her suspended over the ground in a spectacularly humiliating and painful wedgie. She could see the entire gaggle of reporters turn to snap photos of her where she hung. The crushing insight dawned on Ana that it was no longer her defeating Russia that was going to make the biggest headlines in the Mexican papers tomorrow... "What is ze matter? Can't get down?" she heard a teasing, German-accented voice giggle from behind. "OOOOHH!!" "AAAHH!!" "LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN!!" The pain grew to unbearable levels when Ana accidentally squirmed into a position that allowed the merciless, tightening string of her panties to wedge itself deep up inside her pussy, digging its way so far up that the Mexican girl thought she was going to burst. "AAAAAOOOOWWWWW!!" The German girl was now cruelly pulling the strings of the underwear, gauging Ana's reactions to the shift of pressure. "I think you hit ze jackpot, honey!" Slowly, the nail that had caught hold of Ana's panties was being torn out by the weight, and after several minutes it suddenly popped out of the wood, mercifully sending the Mexican girl plunging forty feet into the soft bushes underneath. The evening newspapers would later report that Ana's panties had climbed so far up her snatch and ass that a pair of pincers had to be brought in to pick out the garment -- a process which Ana later discovered with horror had been broadcast on live television across the world. *** "IN SEVENTH PLACE: MEXICO! SIX CONTESTANTS REMAINING!" This message thundered through the building while Katey, America's pride, came rushing down a seemingly never-ending set of corridors. She had been pursued by Dalila -- the merciless Angolan -- for almost four minutes now, and was trying to concoct a plan. "Come kitty, kitty, kitty," the husky African voice hissed from not too far behind. "Leave me alone! Go after China!" Katey whined over her shoulder. "You should thank me instead of blaming me, I'm giving your lazy American ass some well-needed exercise for once!" "That's such an unfair stereotype! I exercised months for this!" "Girl, I'm only judging from what I can see from back here!" They turned a corner, and entered into the corridor where Mexico and Russia had just been thrown out through the window. Katey was exhausted from the running, and was seeing the world in tunnel vision, which meant she had no way of noticing the thin bamboo sticks that had been dropped onto the floor after the earlier scuffle. Suddenly, the floor gave way under her -- she only felt a thin, stick-like object rolling away under her bare foot -- and she fell forward. Her chin connected with the floor, although most of the fall was cushioned by her firm, sweaty breasts. "OOOF!" the American girl cried. "Finally!" the deep female voice cried out behind her. After two seconds, Katey felt one hand grab the hem of her cutoffs, and the other the hem of her striped tank top. Then, Dalila hoisted the buxom American girl into the air, and -- wielding her like a battering ram -- slammed her head-first into the thin wooden wall separating the corridor from the adjacent room. CRASH!! Katey's head and upper body burst straight through the thin wall, leaving a large, ragged hole in it. Immediately thereafter there was another faint crash as Katey's head penetrated the next thin wall and burst into the next room. Her upper body now hung trapped in the pocket of air between the two walls, and she was unable to retract her head through the smaller hole which it had entered through. "Will you look at that!" Dalila said, smirking maliciously at the sight of the firm, curvaceous ass in front of her, trying helplessly to wiggle its way out of the hole. "This couldn't have turned out better if I'd planned it!" The Angolan grabbed Katey's ragged jeans cutoffs and pulled them gently down her hips and ankles, exposing a pair of tight cotton underpants, embroidered in the garish pattern of the Star Spangled Banner, with the stripes running along the hem and the stars emblazoned across Katey's shapely rump. "Oooh, what have we here?" Dalila cooed. "These go into the souvenir box!" "Nooo, don't-!" the American girl whined, but the Angolan was not having any of that. She slowly slid down the panties along Katey's buttocks, thighs and finally ankles, and then tied them to her belt like a hunting trophy. She then placed her hand on Katey's booty and begun fondling it lovingly. "You know what, Africa?" Katey said anxiously, her heart pounding fast as she felt strange fingers trace along the outlines of her most intimate anatomy. "If you let me go, we could team up! You don't want to waste my talents like this. Together we could go after... um... China! And Germany, right?" "Nice try," Dalila said, now circling the dark brown mound of Katey's ripe, upturned snatch with her index finger, and dabbing it lightly with her fingertip. "But you've dodged your fate long enough. It's high time that your annoying ass gets what's coming to it!" END OF PART 2