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My name is Alica, Lissi to my friends, and several years ago I was involved in a fight with two other girls. This wasn't a bar room brawl in jeans, and it wasn't a little poolside scuffle that was quickly broken up... it was an epic battle in my own bedroom against two bi-sexual bitches, who, after having too much to drink, decided they wanted to use me as their personal sex toy.
I was in college at the time and shared an off-campus three bedroom apartment with two other girls. One of my room mates, Wendy, had gone home for the weekend and it was just Jody and I at the apartment. Jody was into girls as much as she was into guys but it never bothered me because she kept her personal life to herself and never hit on me or Wendy. She would get rather suggestive when she'd been drinking, but it was innocent and never developed into anything so Wendy and I let it go. Jody was a knockout too, with a great body, big tits, pretty face, and gorgeous light brown hair that fell to her waist, so she had no trouble getting men or women to go to bed with her.
It was a Saturday night around 2am and I'd just gotten off work at the club where I worked as a cocktail waitress on weekends. As soon as I got home I knew it was going to be a bad night. Jody was there with one of her lesbian friends named Kyla and Kyla was trouble. She was a slutty blonde bimbo into leather, bondage, and all sorts of kinky activities. I'd been told she even did porno and a few fetish videos but I didn't know that for certain. She was built well and loved to show off her body to anyone who would look and she was very aggressive when it came to hitting on a woman she wanted to have sex with. She had come on to me several times and on one of those occasions, we almost came to blows when she wouldn't leave me alone. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed and separated us before things got out of hand and I was told later, by an acquaintance of Kyla's, that Kyla often got into fights just to tear off a girl's clothes and grope her. She was a real psycho.
As I walked into the apartment and put my purse down, I noticed all the colored lights on and the music playing. I heard laughter in the kitchen and started that way when Jody and Kyla came out of the kitchen into the living room, all decked out in sleazy lingerie. Jody had on black see through silk bikini panties, a black lace garterbelt, long seamed black silk stockings, stiletto heeled pumps, and a skimpy little black silk see through babydoll. Kyla had on leopard print bikini panties, long brown colored thigh top stockings with the elastic tops so they could be worn without garters, a skimpy skin tight nylon leopard print negligee that was like a minidress with spaghetti straps, and brown suede high heeled sandals with ankle straps. Her big breasts and erect nipples strained hard against the paper thin nylon negligee and it was so tight, you could clearly see her panties through the garment.
By the way they were both laughing and stumbling on their high heels, I could tell they were swacked.
"Lissi!" Jody yelled when she finally saw me.
"Hi Jody," I said softly.
"We're having . . . having a lingerie . . . fashion show," Jody stammered and hesitated, too blitzed to even speak clearly. "come on and . . . and join in."
"Yeah, please do," Kyla said with a smile. She was drunk, but not as drunk as Jody was.
"Thanks, but I just want to go to bed," I said with a smile and headed for my room. This was one of those times when I'd wished I had a lock on my bedroom door. I could hear them laughing and carrying on in the living room and hoped they'd be content to keep their little party a twosome, but that was not to be. I still had not gotten undressed because I didn't want them to walk in on me naked, but even so, my work clothes were provocative enough with the black pantyhose, short black skirt, and thin white blouse over a lacey front hook bra. Still, it was better than being naked with two drunken lesbians in the apartment.
The laughing got closer and I got nervous. Then, my bedroom door opened and they stumbled into my room. I smiled and tried to keep my cool, not wanting to start anything. "Hi, what do you need?" I asked in as friendly a tone as I could muster as I sat on the edge of my bed pretending to be setting my alarm clock.
"Do you always sleep in your clothes?" Kyla asked, sitting on the bed right next to me and so close we were touching.
"I was just about to change," I said softly as Jody jumped on the bed behind me on her knees and put her arms around my neck from behind.
"Hi Roomy," she cooed. "Isn't she a sweet thing?" Jody asked Kyla. I could feel Jody's tits pressing against my back as Kyla just smiled at me as our nylons rubbed together.
"She certainly is," Kyla agreed, "but all these clothes just don't make it."
"C'mon Lissii," Jody urged, "get naked with us and party." With that, she pulled my blouse up, untucking it from my skirt and I quickly stood up.
"Thanks, but I REALLY just want to get some sleep, okay?" I said quickly but not with anger.
"You can sleep anytime," Kyla said, standing up also. She was already an inch or two taller than me and with those massive stiletto heels, she literally towered over me in my stocking feet by a good six inches or more. She slowly moved toward me with an evil smile on her face and I began to panic. Kyla was between me and the door and I knew if I tried to run, she'd grab me and that would be it.
"Look," I pleaded, "I don't want any trouble. I just want you two to go have fun in another room and leave me here to get some sleep, please."
"I've wanted to fuck you for the longest time," Kyla said in a sultry voice.
"I'm flattered, really.... but I'm not into girls," I said quickly, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.
"Have you ever tried another woman?" Kyla persisted, moving closer still.
"I tried with her . . . but . . . she wouldn't," Jody stammered as she sat back on the bed, apparently getting room spins from the alcohol.
"You can't say you don't like it if you've never tried it," Kyla said, reaching out and stroking my hair now as I backed up against the wall.
"Let's just stop this now before it gets out of hand," I said more firmly now.
"I'm going to fuck you until you sweat and squeal," Kyla said, forcing me back against the wall with her body weight. Our faces were inches apart and the smell of her perfume was overpowering. "I can eat your pussy like no man ever could."
"Let me go," I pleaded, struggling against her to push her away.
Then she grabbed my hair, wound it around her clenched fist, jerked my head down at an angle, and thrust her tongue into my mouth as I let out a yell from the pain of the hair pulling. I instinctively brought my knee up into her crotch and using both hands, pushed her backwards. She released my hair, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and smiled at me.
"The only thing better than a good fuck is a good fight that ends with a good fuck," she hissed. "C'mon you sassy little bitch, let's get down and dirty!"
"Oh yeah!" Jody yelled, getting up to her knees again on the bed and clapping. "Catfight! Catfight! Catfight!"
"I'm not going to fight you," I spat.
"Aw, c'mon," Kyla pleaded. "Slap me... bite me... pull my hair... scratch me..."
"Just go home and sober up," I demanded.
"Fuck me or fight me, bitch! Choose!" she demanded.
"I'm outta here!" I hissed, and began heading for the door, hoping she was bluffing. She wasn't.
Kyla grabbed me by the hair with both hands and again forced me back against the wall. The instant I hit the wall, she pulled one hand from my hair and grabbed one of my tits. She squeezed, twisted and massaged it and then, suddenly, tore my blouse, hooked a finger behind the clasp of my bra, and yanked hard, breaking the clasp. My big tits spilled out, free now of the confining bra, as Kyla now grabbed one breast with each hand and started kneading them like pasty dough.
"Oh baby, you got great tits!" she cooed and then again tried to thrust her tongue into my mouth. I struggled against her but the more I struggled, the harder she pressed me against the wall.
Finally, out of desperation, I grabbed at her long blonde hair and pulled as hard as I could. She let out a yelp and backed off, grabbing at my wrist. I threw a hard slap that connected solidly with her cheek and she backed up yet another step. I released her hair and made a mad dash for the door but Kyla stuck out a foot and tripped me, sending me sprawling face first onto the carpet.
Before I could recover, she was on top of me, tearing and clawing at my clothes, hissing and screeching like an alley cat, totally consumed with mauling my body. I fought back savagely, tearing at her clothes, pulling her hair, clawing and grabbing her tits, and wildly flailing both legs as we rolled around on the floor, locked in a vicious catfight. Within seconds, my blouse was completely gone, my skirt was gone, my bra was gone, and I was left with just my panties and pantyhose.
We somehow managed to fight our way to our knees and then our feet where we began dragging each other around the room by the hair, squealing, yelping, grunting and panting in the heat of battle. I finally managed to get the better of Kyla and had her pinned against the dresser. She was groping and clawing at me but I had her in trouble and she knew it. I rammed my nylon clad knee several times into her cunt and on the third knee jab, she doubled over, allowing me to get a solid headlock on her. Our bare tits were wildly bouncing and jiggling as I began throwing uppercuts into her tits and stomach with all the power I had, grunting with each blow.
Then, just when I thought I'd finished her off, pain erupted in my head and I saw stars. Jody had lunged off the bed, grabbed my hair from behind with both hands, and dragged me down onto the bed. We hit the bed and I spun around to face her. We instantly locked together in a mutual two hand hair pulling hold as our nylon clad legs snaked together from our toes to our cunts. We immediately rolled off the bed onto the floor and I wound up on top somehow and broke the leg lock so I could straddle her.
Kyla then rejoined the fight, grabbing my hair again from behind. She began pulling me backwards and as she did, I pulled Jody along with me, still clinging to her hair with both my hands. As Jody reached a sitting position, I snaked my legs around her waist in a scissors hold, locking my ankles behind her back. Kyla had fallen and the three of us were now hopelessly entangled on the bedroom floor.
The three of us were writhing and wriggling and wrestling in a wild struggle. We were clawing, biting, grabbing, tearing at what was left of our lingerie, and brutally mauling each other's bare tits in a wild, cat-like frenzy. We were grunting, moaning, panting and squealing, all caught up in the perverted ritual we were engaged in. I couldn't stop or let up because I knew I'd be repeatedly fucked by both of them if I did, or worse yet, forced to perform oral sex on them. I fought like a tigress, giving it everything I had and more, but I was wearing down quickly. I was sweating profusely and it was getting hard to breathe, but I battled on.
Soon the two on one became too much for me and they began gaining control of the fight. My resistance was waning and so was my strength. Jody then went for my cunt with her mouth and began licking my inner thighs and biting at my panty clad crotch. Her claws dug in to the sheer silk back of my little panties, digging into the flesh of my ass cheeks. Kyla, behind me, had me now in a rear headlock with one arm and was kneading and massaging my shiny sweaty tits with her other hand. I squirmed and slithered, our bare sweaty flesh slipping and sliding as we writhed about on the carpet, still hopelessly entangled in a heap of sweaty flesh and tattered silk and lace.
I could feel Jody's fingers groping at the thin elastic leg bands of my panties and then I felt her hot, wet, powerful tongue being thrust into my vagina, circling and licking my clitoris and plunging in and out of me. I screamed and panicked and began fighting wildly again trying to escape this depravity. I broke free and struggled to my feet but so did both my tormentors. They grabbed me and easily threw me down on the bed and fell on me.
I fought with all I had, clawing and biting for my life. I sunk my teeth into Jody's one tit and she pulled away, grabbing her breast and falling off the bed. I turned on Kyla and we went at each other tooth and nail, this time with no holds barred. I attacked her tits, her cunt, and anything I could, forcing her to the edge of the bed just as Jody regained her composure and jumped back on top of me from behind. Kyla fell off the bed to the floor and I was on my stomach with Jody on my back. I was still clawing at Kyla on the floor while Jody was clawing at me from behind. I bucked her off and rolled and we locked together again, rolling over once and slamming into the headboard of the bed. Jody was on top and this time I couldn't muster the strength to dislodge her as Kyla climbed back onto the bed.
I was at their mercy now and just couldn't fight anymore. My body had never been so totally spent and depleted. I didn't know it at the time, but I'd been fighting the two women for nearly half an hour straight. But they weren't done, they were only beginning. With Jody holding me down, Kyla found a vibrator in my night stand and began fucking me. They took turns fucking me with the vibrator, eating my pussy, finger fucking me, and then, finally, forcing me to eat them alternately as they kissed and groped one another. It was almost five a.m. before the ordeal finally ended and they both passed out. I fought, fucked, and was fucked, for over two and a half hours that night by my attackers but when they finally passed out, I used nylons and pantyhose to bound them, gag them, and leave them helpless to wake up the next day.
I showered and slept and when I awoke the next afternoon, I spent several hours physically torturing and abusing both Jody and Kyla at my pleasure, snapping their bare flesh with rolled up wet towels, attaching spring loaded clothes pins to their nipples, and a number of other "pleasant" tortures.
Later that evening I finally released Kyla and sent her on her way, keeping Jody bound and gagged until I was sure Kyla was well gone. When I finally released my room mate, I did so with the warning that if she ever fucked with me again, this was a taste of what she'd get.
THE END
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