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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 9

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“AAAAGGHHH!”

“What a wonderful singing voice you have, Becky,” taunted Megane. She got another verse from Rebecca, this time pulling back so far that Rebecca was almost looking into the ceiling lights.

Megane leaned in and locked eyes with Rebecca. Despite the pain she felt, Rebecca showed no quit in her eyes. “I see you need some more convincing,” Megane said, as if she were selling real estate. She yanked back on Rebecca’s chin until the redhead’s back was bending the wrong way in a C shape.

“Ready to give? I’m only going to ask you nicely this one time,” offered Megane.

Rebecca said, “Fuck you,” her Boston accent coming out stronger now so it sounded like Fahk yoo.

Megane yanked back and replied, “Oh, I’m about to, my little bitch. Before you we make this contest 3-0 and counting, let’s talk about some changes.”

The pain in Rebecca’s spine was climbing to Threat Level Red and she was gasping for breath. She saw that Megane’s grip was tight but her gaze was casual, as if she were about to read her grocery list.

“I think every Friday morning, you’re going to have an extra large cup of French Vanilla from Dunkin Doughnuts waiting for me. Let’s say for a month. What do you say, Becky?”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes and grunted as she struggled to free herself. Megane shook her head and yanked back on Rebecca’s hair. “Oh, two months? Gosh, thanks Becky!”

Megane slid her hands over Rebecca’s breasts and said, “And I think from now on, you’re going to start addressing me as Miss Pelletier.” She then squeezed down on Rebecca’s breasts.

“RRGHH,” cried Rebecca and struggled even harder. Megane released her grip and continued her demands. “I think, maybe, ‘Miss Pelletier, MA’AM, is more like it.” Megane postponed her breast torture to enjoy herself. Rebecca couldn’t submit. Not to be three down and not to give in to this bitch’s demands. She knew she’d only have one shot at this and now was the time.

Rebecca was able to drop her torso slightly and shift her hips from side to side fast enough to move Megane off-balanced, free her arm and twist onto her side. However, Megane was still sitting on Rebecca’s side, albeit a much less painful predicament. Both women sensed the need to act quickly. Megane, going with something that worked before, shot in for a double breast claw. In turn, Rebecca was able to lock in a waist scissors and here the battle for the third fall would be decided.

Ignoring the claws in her breasts as best she could, Rebecca squeezed Megane’s waist with everything she had and was rewarded with the breast claw’s release. Megane now fought to pry out of the body scissors. Rebecca remembered that Megan broke out of this last time so she rolled Megane onto her back, and Rebecca lay on top of her. Now, Megane would have to worry about Rebecca’s weight on top of her, as well as the body scissors. It didn’t hurt Rebecca’s cause that her well-endowed chest was pressing into the side of Megane’s face. Not a smother, Megane’s airway was clear, but her face was smooshed flat into the mat with zero wiggle room.


Sensing Megane’s difficulty to breathe, Rebecca poured on the pressure the body scissors. It came as a huge relief, when Megane tapped and said, “Okay, okay, get off me.” Rebecca was spent and went limp rather than release the hold. Megane angrily shoved Rebecca’s legs away and stalked a few paces away. “Keep your fat tits out of my face,” she complained. Rebecca could only lie there catching her breath and more importantly enjoy getting on the board.

The clock read 11:35pm. Ten more minutes to score two more falls.


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