"Well it appears that I was too much woman for someone like Shakira and now I'm happy to dispose of anyone else who thinks they got what it takes to best me in a sexfight or a hot oil match."

Meanwhile, another CWC3 member dressed in a skintight red Lycra bikini was reclining on her dressing room couch watching Jennifer's challenge on her portable TV.

Smiling wryly to herself as the promo shot ends, she mutters, "Maybe I should track her down and accept that offer; that is if she's woman enough to face me." Reaching over to her phone, she dials a four-digit number and waits for the answer to come. Getting one of the promoters, Tara asks, "Yeah, is there any way I can get a match with Hewitt?"

Jennifer stretches as her butler brings her the phone saying that it's a three-way call from a promoter representing Tara.

"Oh another blonde bimbo wants to go up against me and bite the dust to the best brunette bombshell on the planet."

Grabbing the phone she starts to talk, "So Tara, ya want a shot at me, state the stipulations, and while we're on the subject, I have just the place."

She gives Tara the directions to the luxury resort she heard of a while back. Writing down the directions, Tara places the slip of paper on a table next to the couch. Repositioning the phone on her left shoulder, she answers Jennifer's request for the stipulations.

"Thanks for the compliment on my body," Tara purrs into the phone. "And by the way, I have something special in mind for our encounter." Shifting her frame a bit as she sits up to consider her ideas, she addresses Jennifer after informing the promoter she has no problem with the arrangement of meeting Jennifer at her beach house. "I remember reading somewhere that orgasm is much more enjoyable when the flow of oxygen to the brain is hindered, so... when I get there you can tell me if you'd agree to a wrestling session/catfight/sexfight in which we squeeze the breath from each other as well as trying to bring the other to climax? We can fight either out on the beach or, preferably, in more of a private setting, such as your living room or bedroom. I'll be donning another outfit for the occasion. I think you'll like it."

Hanging up the phone when the meeting is agreed on by all three parties, Tara changes her clothes into something a little more imaginative and leaves to jump into her red Corvette to meet Jennifer at the resort where she said she would be staying, wearing nothing else...

"Welcome to my humble suite," Jennifer says greeting the blonde with a happy smile as she continues to squeeze Tara. "You know the idea you had of the combined match was actually a good one but honestly I don't think I could really hurt a woman as gorgeous as you. The thought of each of us pleasuring each other is way more promising."

Jennifer slides her right leg up and using the heel of her foot starts to rub at Tara's pussy through her bikini style underwear as she rubs her own breasts, which are unfortunately covered up against Tara's back. Tara gasps, inhaling deeply as she tries to assimilate Jennifer's stimulation on the heels of having crept up on her. The bare heel gliding up and down over her covered crotch sends slight shivers up the blonde's spine. Reacting to all this, she shifts her upper body in an effort to slide away out of the grip she is caught in, grinding Jennifer's breasts harder against her back through the flimsy material she has on as well as the baby t-shirt worn by Jennifer. To subdue Tara, Jennifer loosens the bearhug around her ribs, slipping a chokehold around Tara's neck by draping her forearm across her throat and securing the wrist behind the other forearm. Jennifer pulls in tight, confident she has Tara.

"I won't let you go that easily, you squirmy thing," Jennifer purrs into Tara's ear in a sultry voice, extending her tongue to lick the outer rim and arouse another shiver from the trapped blonde. "Just lie back and let me pleasure you... let it happen, beautiful."

Tara knew that Jennifer was playing games with her, using flattery to soften her up and leave her open to a defeat that she had an idea Jennifer would exploit to the fullest. Choking through the tight forearm crossing her Adam's apple, Tara sputtered, "Nothing doing... URRK! I know you want me to come fir...URK but I didn't...uh... come here to lose."

As she finishes, Tara demonstrates her point by grinding her ass into Jennifer's crotch in rhythm with Jennifer's heel strokes, getting the satisfaction of hearing a sharp intake of breath from the woman underneath her. Seeing her own movements were having an immediate effect on her, Tara increased the slowness and power of her ass strokes, rubbing harder against Jennifer's crotch.

"We'll see which of us comes first," Tara sputtered again.

Jennifer lets out a quiet moan into Tara's ass. "Well you are quite a formidable opponent, but you do have to agree that we both have way too many clothes on."

Tara's breathing gets heaving as Jennifer rubs her heel against the blonde's clit through the material of Tara's bikini bottoms.

Tara grinds harder against her opponent's crotch when Jennifer's heel strokes intensify. Because Jennifer is wearing pants while she herself is wearing nothing but bikini underwear, Tara suspects the advantage is going to the woman stimulating her from under her. Another cause for suspicion is that her crotch is growing more inflamed with each stroke Jennifer takes to her, until Tara fully realizes she will have to even the odds between them before she can gain an edge over Jennifer. In the next few seconds that follows this realization, Tara takes two or three deep breaths, then she presses even harder on Jennifer's crotch with her ass cheeks, now almost rendered bare by the friction created between the two, hoping the effect of her skin rubbing against Jennifer will have an effect on her, even through the extra layer of clothing she has on.

"Your proposition sounds like something I can take you up on, after I've brought you first, that is," Tara grunts through the tight chokehold Jennifer still has clinched around her neck. Now sliding her slender body back and forth while she continues her add-grinding, she closes her thighs around Jennifer's foot to prevent any additional stimulation from taking place, and lets out another breath to clear her head and keep her regular breathing as even as she can despite the strong arm coiled around her throat, making her increasingly lightheaded. Hearing the labored breathing coming from behind her neck, Tara sees her tactic is working. Digging her fingers under the forearm across her Adam's apple, she keeps her thighs tightly pressed on either side of Jennifer's trapped foot and times the movements in her lower body with her head movements as she pulls at Jennifer's arm to open enough space to drag herself out of the choke, turning her head left and right.

"I see you're already enjoying yourself as much as I am," Tara notes as Jennifer's breathing is now becoming heavier. In a moment of distraction as Jennifer snaps back to what Tara has been planning, she sees it could be too late to prevent Tara from escaping as Tara is almost free of her confines. In shocked near-desperation, she tries re-clinching her grasp, trying to pull her foot out from between Tara's thighs, but with a sudden jerk Tara yanks herself out of Jennifer's clutches, rolls and crawls away to a discreet distance, turning around on her hands and knees to face Jennifer before shifting her legs and sitting up on the ass she had just been using to draw Jennifer's attention away from subduing and stimulating her.

"Now let's try something different to get each other off," Tara breathes the words like a cat in heat. "But first, I think you're quite right, at least partially. One of us is much too - 'overdressed' - for the occasion, and personally, I believe that should be fixed before we go on. Tara stretches her arms out a ways, as if mentally preparing herself to apply a bearhug.

"When you're ready," Tara pants, just slightly excited but composing herself and waiting patiently to see what Jennifer does next, "get 'em off, down to the bikini I see under there, and we'll see who can squeeze tighter, face to face."

Jennifer gave Tara a playful smile that indicated the sultry brunette was indeed holding back a lot more than Tara thought she was.

"Well, alright I'll show my bikini." Jennifer replied grabbing the bottom of her baby t-shirt and pulled it up and off tossing it away looking Tara in the eyes and licking her lips. "After I take my shorts off how about we make things really interesting by helping each other out of our bikinis no tricks just you help me out of my bikini and I take yours off. By the way, a sexy woman like yourself has got to have a horny spot that's out of the ordinary don't you? You can tell me what it is." Jennifer pried at her adversary playfully as she seductively unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down holding it up still by the belt loops awaiting for Tara to make the agreement with Jennifer and open up to her. "I'll tell you my most horny spot on my body right after you tell me yours you've got my word on that." Jennifer continued to state as she teasingly lowered her shorts exposing the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

"Well, I'll tell ya what I think, babe," Tara answers evenly as she circles Jennifer warily, inwardly analyzing each word spoken by her and closely scrutinizing each move Jennifer makes at the same time, watching for any sudden unexpected aggression on her part. "I think you're lending me your word, not giving it to me. I think you're looking for an easy win, and expecting me to tell you my sensitive spot so I will cooperate in my own defeat. Well, I'm not going to make it easy for you. You're just going to have to work for it; find where those spots are, if you can." Tara pulls the elastic of her bikini underwear just enough so the outline of her crotch is barely visible through them, beckoning Jennifer to engage her again.

"You want me," she purrs, "come get me, but be aware I'm capable of fighting dirty too. C'mon..."

Jennifer frowns a bit at Tara before placing her own hands on her bikini top giving Tara a good view of her valley of cleavage. "Well Tara, I know we both have quite the reputation and I don't lend things out to people I care about. In all sincerity I give you my word that I don't want to hurt you and I'm sure with that look in your eyes you don't want to hurt me either...we could ravage each other in the utmost pleasure though going after the other's biggest sweet spot." she replied flexing her toes of her left foot.

Jennifer's words were so transparent that Tara would have laughed out loud, right in her face, if she hadn't been so flabbergasted that Jennifer actually expected her to believe it. But the moment of stunned silence was now gone and Tara's narrowed eyes narrowed deeper, her look that bore straight into Jennifer's soul seeming to bear deeper at the same time. "You are sincere, are you? And you have a bridge to sell me too, I imagine," she intoned, her voice remaining even as if to let Jennifer know this last blow skidded and missed as well. Still watching her carefully, Tara maintained, "As I said, you have to work for it if you expect to 'bring' me first. Now, you get to look first." Getting down on her knees in a catfight-ready posture, she continued: "Here I am, Jen; helpless, or perhaps not to helpless after all. But it's up to you to discover that for yourself." Tara smiled then at the look that surfaced on Jennifer's face as she got down on her own knees, just about ready to engage Tara again. "And while you're at it, try not to be too overconfident, because you may find yourself 'out-foxed, so to speak."

Jennifer took a little run at Tara making it look like she was going to tackle the buxom blonde down. Instead she flipped over Tara and grabbed her left ankle. "Well then seeing as you won't give me any direct info on ya, I'll just go by what research I've done on you." with that said she pulled Tara's foot out from underneath her. Jennifer slowly ran her tongue along the length of the bottom of Tara's left foot before gently nibbling and sucking on the big toe.

As Jennifer was doing this, she wasn't paying attention to what Tara's other foot was doing. By the time she realized that Tara's foot had crept its way in between her thighs, the toes were already massaging Jennifer through her bikini. An involuntary gasp came from deep inside Jennifer's lungs allowing Tara to remove her toes from Jennifer's mouth as she pulled her other leg back and advanced on her, extending her arms outward as if preparing to embrace her opponent, if this was a different encounter from what they agreed upon. But it was still a contest, a psychological one besides a physical one, and Tara was going to see to it, no matter what Jennifer pulled, that she would walk away from it the victor. Wrapping her arms around Jennifer's waist, Tara pulled her in close and gripped one fist with the other hand.

"You can see if this turns me on, for starters," Tara breathed into Jennifer's face as she began to grind herself against her opponent's torso, their bare skin sliding together slowly, suggestively, as their clothed breasts occasionally bumped and fought for dominance. She could hear the second gasp from Jennifer's lungs when this part of the game started and knew that she'd elicited a positive reaction from the woman. To expand on this, she ground herself harder against her opponent, rubbing herself on Jennifer's body in progressively slower strokes as her arms tightened around her yielding waist. Breathing more heavily, Jennifer tried to lean forward so she could expel some of that breath in Tara's ear, but Tara pulled back at the last moment, knowing there was plenty of time to unveil all the strategies she had in mind.

"Just relax," Tara breathed back. "You are not going anywhere, and unlike you, I'm in no hurry to overwhelm you all at once. We're going to take this nice and slow. And if you're thinking you can use this contact between us to try slipping past my defenses, think again, because I know what I'm doing too well."

With that, Tara slowed down her movements even more, keeping her breathing even as their skin touched, slid together, parted a ways and then touched again in an unpredictable pattern. Jen was shifting and squirming to reach a more comfortable position wrapped in Tara's arms, her breathing growing more and more strained as Tara tightened her arms around her midriff, hindering her movement and pushing gusts of air out of her as Jennifer fought to catch the breath that was being drawn from her lungs by the seductive grinding of Tara's chest against her own. To suppress another sudden movement from Jennifer, Tara tightened her arms yet again, pulling her writhing body further into the bearhug as she continued to intensify her grinding movements. Again Jennifer tried to lean in to breathe in Tara's ear, and again Tara pulled back and made her hold tighter until the embrace became a tight squeeze.

"Like I said," Tara mocked her, "you're hot going anywhere. You should have anticipated this..."

Jennifer's intended reply was cut off as Tara's arms persisted in tightening around her until the squeezing became outright crushing, pushing more and more wind from her as Tara ground herself harder still against Jennifer. "See what happens when ya get too cocky with me?" Tara mocked Jen again as the mounting pressure around Jennifer's waist began to grow uncomfortable. Jennifer's suppressed writhing movements grew more and more fervent as she fought against the pressure around her, almost desperate to turn this around and take control again, as Jen was pissed off and arrogantly determined to put Tara back on the receiving end of the stimulation, where she wanted her to be. But her efforts to break out of the ever-tightening bearhug only resulted in grinding herself even harder against Tara, who kept her own breathing even as Jennifer felt most of the effects of it as their skin slapped and slid together.

"Bitch," Jen spat. "You tricked me..."

"You mean you underestimated me," Tara returned in a steady, even voice. "You thought I would charge into the fight without thinking, not turn the tables on you. Now that you're discovering how wroooooooong you are," she continued, punctuating the stressed word by grinding her chest against Jennifer's in a long stroke, "you are mad at me. You really should get more on the ball..."

"I'll show you on the ball, bitch!" Jennifer exclaimed, suddenly lunging forward while still wrapped in Tara's unaffectionate embrace, kicking her legs around Tara's waist and locking her ankles one over the other. Squeezing down hard, she leaned in and planted a lingering wet kiss on Tara's lips in an effort to regain the dominance she was working toward, grabbing hold of Tara's hair to hold her head in place as she moved her lips to Tara's ear. "I'm going to win this, bitch. One way or another, I will make you lower your defenses, and then we'll see who the better woman is!" Not giving Tara a chance to respond, Jennifer begins to lick at Tara's earlobe while exhaling deeply into her ear canal, squeezing her legs tighter around Tara's waist to hinder her breathing much as Tara had been doing to her.

"Oh, that's good, Jen," Tara intoned, speaking in a low and sexy voice, "but I'm afraid you're venturing a bit too far into my ballpark..."

Jennifer moaned with a mix of both pain and pleasure, which by the expression on Tara's face. The blonde bombshell was enjoying all too well. Trying to fight the pain Jennifer tried harder digging her heels into the small of Tara's back as she continued to have her ankles locked together.

"Fuck you bitch, I try to be nice and this is how you want to play. Not a problem at all...Like I said I do my research on my opponents before I fight them."

Jennifer locked eyes with Tara before grinning slightly at her adversary she let go of her legs and stood with her toes barely touching the floor. True Tara had a slight height and possible strength advantage but strategy and speed was also Jennifer's two greatest strengths alone.

"So you honestly think you've got me in this predicament, just to let you know that the feeling of our breasts touching through our is a little arousing but I've already blocked that out."

Jennifer sucks in some air and dislocates her shoulders making her upper body be like jelly for a moment and with a quick movement pushing herself up allowing her body to slide down and out of Tara's grasp. Jennifer stretches and relocates her shoulder joints.

"You really gotta love learning various things through various classes." Jennifer stated coyly looking at the shocked look now settled upon Tara's face.

However, the shock Tara experienced was only momentary, and before too much time has passed, Tara's face was again set in the same expression of concentration as she had had on before the match started. Staring right into Jennifer's eyes, she made a point of addressing the first thing Jennifer said while still caught in Tara's powerful embrace.

"Fuck me?" she asked sweetly, with maddening control. "Because you tried to get over and failed?" Tara snickered at the idea. "That's not my fault; and besides, I thought I already told you I ain't buying it anyway. Perhaps you should take classes on getting over, starting with Bullshitting 101." Stretching her limbs to work the kinks out, she commented on Jennifer's surprise tactic next. "That was a neat trick; you managed to get out when I didn't expect you to. On the other hand, I will be watching for any other surprise moves you have in store next, and unless you can dislocate your own spine and reset it again, I doubt you'll be pulling anything like that off again."

Dropping into a defensive crouch, keeping a careful eye on every move Jennifer made while circling her, Tara went on: "So you want more than a sexfight, am I correct? You want this fight to be a psychological one as well as physical. Well, I can do that, too. I'll tell ya what; I'll even let you make the first move this time." Tara halted in her tracks then, standing up just a little straighter as if inviting her opponent to attack her. "You want me, Jen? Come and get me."

Jennifer laughed lightly. "Tara, you're making yourself sound ditzier than you look but hey you want me to play cat and mouse all day fine with me."

Jennifer stretched a bit and jogged lightly and sped at Tara as her opponent rose to grab her Jennifer quickly spun using Tara's own moment and put the blonde quickly onto the floor laying her on her stomach. Locking Tara's right arm between her legs clamping pressure on the elbow with her knees she locked her fingers together and pulled up straining the muscles in Tara's neck in a crippler crossface.

"Who's the bitch now??" Jennifer replied showing no mercy as she tightened the hold...

"Jennifer!" Tara groaned. Still caught in her opponent's hold, Tara spoke evenly as best she could, not losing a smidgen of her cool as she was quite aware that Jennifer was deliberately trying to crawl under her skin and determined to demonstrate to her by example that her attempts to do so would accomplish nothing. “To be honest, you're making yourself look like more of a complete idiot every time you open your mouth, thinking you can still get away with diverting attention from yourself." On the heels of that she groaned again, struggling to break free of her physical confines, and continued. "But if you want to escalate the psychological aspects of our fight, as you apparently do, I'm willing."

Tara curled her fingers and began to lightly caress Jennifer's bare midriff in long, suggestive strokes, ignoring the pain washing over her body as she focused on the sudden moans of pleasure the movements of her fingers elicited.

"Am I turning you on enough yet?" Tara asked sweetly.

Jennifer used her the strength of her legs to slide Tara's hand away from her midriff and locked it firmly between her knees so that it wouldn't be able to move at all. She synched in the hold causing Tara's body to fall flat with her other hand far away from Jennifer's body as possible.

"You might be turning me on but not in an arousing way, you had your chance at that. I'm just determined to see you squirm in pain and have you body admit defeat to me."

Ignoring Jennifer's incessant double-talk, Tara undulated her lower body, slowly sliding her legs along the carpet. With much effort she blocked out the waves of agony washing over her arm and fought to get to her knees, channeling all her available weight into her limbs as Jennifer remained determined to keep Tara where she was.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of struggling, she managed to push herself up to a semi-kneeling position. Just as Jennifer was shifting her weight to force her back down to the carpet, Tara wrenched her heads free of Jennifer's clutches, reached over with her free hand and blinding Jennifer by raking her eyes with her long, sharp fingernails.

As Jennifer had been concentrating her arms on Tara's neck and head, she was quite unprepared for the retaliation. As Jennifer let loose with a long scream of pain, Tara jerked her arm free with much less effort than it took to rise to her knees since she was not prostrate on the floor now, rolling away while spinning her sore arm in wide circles to get the circulation going again as she watched Jennifer stumble almost comically blindly around the room, trying to regain her bearings.

The instant Jennifer cleared her head and set her eyes on her opponent, Tara jumped her, knocking her to the floor and rolling her onto her stomach. Quick as a feline, she grabbed Jennifer's wrists, draping Jennifer's arms over her thighs and securing her wrists behind Tara's knees as she bent her legs in the position so there would be no escape. Clasping both her hands under her chin, she pulled backward as she bore down with her weight, applying fierce pressure on Jennifer's neck and lower spine, in addition to her arms, which were firmly trapped in Tara's legs. Cinching the hold tight as if to show Jennifer there was no way out, Tara replied to her last statements.

"I'm getting a little tired of your manipulations. Give it up; you're not even good at it." Cinching the hold tighter still to prevent escape for her rival, she added, "Now who's going to squirm in pain and admit defeat? Not me; that's for sure."

Jennifer clenched her teeth out of pain, anger and stubbornness she refused to allow herself to be the center of humiliation. Not struggling as much as Tara was Jennifer laughed a little as she grasped onto Tara's ankles for support.

Once the support was there Jennifer used her leg strength to slide her lower body out from underneath Tara's body. Once one leg was free her anger at it's highest point didn't care anymore about the pleasure that she'd put Tara through first she wanted vengeance on the blonde and make her victim to torture before rewarding her with pleasure.

The brunette bombshell unleashed a furious kick to Tara's cunt, not satisfied Jennifer kicked Tara there again until the blonde screamed and released her hold. Using her heel after standing up Jennifer delivered an ax kick to each of Tara's inner and outer things before putting one of her own legs between Tara's and putting her foot to the side to use as a pivot she folded the closest leg horizontally over knee and pulled the other leg of Tara's over vertically and locked the vertically aligned leg along her own body and turned Tara over onto her stomach as Jennifer held the legs together in the painful hold as Jennifer arched her body to apply a large amount of pressure onto Tara's lower back and up legs leaving the blonde very few options left and mainly the only chance to end this was to submit to Jennifer.

Clenching her teeth against the pain of Jennifer's hold, rebelling against the physical torment from all her will, Tara pushed herself up on her hands so she could turn her head toward Jennifer and narrowed her eyes, glaring directly into Jennifer's as she offered a response to Jennifer's demand she submit. A succinct, and hard-voiced, "Eat shit bitch!"

Jennifer grinned mockingly at Tara as she pushed down making it feel to Tara that Jennifer just broke her legs as with a free hand Jennifer quickly yanked at the easy access she had to the strings of Tara's bikini completely ridding the material of it's holdings.

"How about I take a shit and you can eat it??" Jennifer replied not allowing herself to get smart and let herself get the better like before her determination showed extremely. "Make it easy on yourself. I could allow you to win the part of this match if you tell me what gets you extremely turned on."

With each word Jennifer loosened the lock a bit then re-tightened it making each time more and more unrelenting at the end of her statement she looked away from Tara's eyes planting her feet on the ground and anchoring the hold until it was synched in completely knocking Tara off her hands with the pressure dead-on the lower back area.

Through the pure torture of the hold cinched on her legs, Tara had been rallying her energy from the very pit of her soul, gaining her second wind so that she could turn the tide of battle in her favor again. Seeing her opportunity had come when Jennifer knocked her from her hands, Tara stretched her legs as far as she could, twisted her body to one side and rolled over onto her back in as quick a motion as she could muster under the circumstances. At any rate, the sudden movement took Jennifer by surprise as Tara managed to roll Jennifer over with her.

Tara took just a couple moments to collect herself and consider what to do next so as not to allow Jennifer to regroup and mount another attack. Thinking quickly, she leaned over and drove both her elbows as hard as she could into the midpoint of Jennifer's thighs, to force her to release the hold. Jennifer threw her head back and howled in utter agony as the elbows hit home, trying to shift her legs and roll them back over onto their stomachs to re-establish her previous advantage. Tara drove both of her elbows into Jen's thighs again, harder this time, and again was richly rewarded with another earsplitting scream as the sensitive muscles gave way under the protruding elbows. Cursing and spitting, as if she was on the brink of a hissy fit, Jennifer squirmed to alleviate the pressure, once again trying to roll herself and Tara back to their stomachs.

"How witty you are, Jen. But you're just humiliating yourself," Tara intoned softly, plunging her elbows into Jennifer's thighs yet again, eliciting another scream of pain as the jutting bones slammed into her sore muscles. Jennifer's legs quivered as Tara repeated the move a fourth time, and a fifth, and then a sixth, then loosened as Tara finally dragged her legs free of her opponent's grasp with a maximum effort. In order to draw Jennifer's attention away from what her legs are doing, she drives her clenched-fisted knuckles deep into both of her tormentor's eyes, twisting left and right.

On the heels of that came another scream from the brunette bombshell as Tara feverishly massaged her legs, kicking and circling them to get the circulation going again, forcing herself to stand on the shaky limbs as Jennifer fought just to get to her knees. Walking a bit clumsily over to Jennifer, Tara reaches down and seizes generous double handfuls of Jennifer's hair, hauling her to her knees and slamming her knee into her opponent's dazed, unsuspecting face. The last impact hits Jennifer with a resounding CRACK!!! That reverberates throughout the room around them as Tara drags Jen to her feet.

Before Jen can react to what's happening, Tara wraps her arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor in an excruciating bearhug, even as she feels her legs are about to crumble underneath her. To maintain her advantage, Tara jogs the few steps her sore muscles allow and drops to one knee, smashing Jennifer's crotch directly on the other. The ensuing shriek threatens to shatter Tara's eardrums as Tara rolls to one side, pushing Jennifer onto her left side so that she is facing Jen from behind. Wincing against the pain her movements cause her, Tara wraps both her legs around Jennifer's ankles while grabbing hold of Jennifer's wrists. Rolling onto her back with Jennifer on top, Tara extends all four of her limbs outward, pushing Jennifer up, up, and up while stretching all four of her limbs backward in an inescapable hold.

"No way to break out of this one, bitch," Tara says softly. "I can hold you here as long as I want, but if you tell me what you like to have done to you, I might let you go, that is if I feel like it."

Jennifer gasped and yelled in pain all too much to Tara's desire feeling what ever advantage she had was slowly slipping away inch by inch.

"Fuck you whore, I'll never give up to a turboslut like you!!!" Jennifer wailed, then remembered a move she learned from Jackie Chan on the set of "The Tuxedo' and grabbed Tara's wrists as she rocked her body like a pendulum, gaining momentum before she pulled the blonde up with her. As Tara's body was inching up onto her ass, Jennifer bent her knees and used her momentum to force Tara to let go of her ankles as she catapulted the blonde vixen over her own body. She hit with a thud on her back, knocking the wind out of her. After her hands were now free of the confined she was in for what seemed like hours she stretched herself making sure everything was functioning properly.

Rolling Tara onto her side, Jennifer bent Tara's legs back holding Tara's ankles with one hand and Tara's wrists with the other hand. Dropping her knees into the middle of Tara's back and digging in as she rolled back pulling simultaneously on Tara's ankles and wrists bending Tara's back even more on her knees in a hold that was making Tara feel like her back was mere moments from being broken.

Finally, Jennifer had enough of talking and was determined to bring Tara down with this hold which was not only inescapable but there was no way to counter it or free any part of the body without still getting hurt even more in the process. ‘No way’ that is, other than what Jennifer had done to escape Tara's hold! But this was just a little different since Jennifer couldn't hold onto both limbs with one hand each. Ignoring the pain of Jennifer's knee in her back, she began to twist both wrists in Jennifer's fingers, mimicking the same movements with her ankles. After a period of this, she was able to kick her feet free with a sudden spasmodic jerk. One foot narrowly missed Jennifer's head but the other connected solidly with her nose, snapping her head back and sending stars flashing through her head.

Tara was too focused on escaping to notice, however, as she painstakingly moved her lower back out of range of Jennifer's knee, rolling onto her stomach and catching her equilibrium as Jennifer lay there in agony for what seemed another eternity. Struggling to her knees as quickly as she could - which wasn’t as quick as it would have been earlier - Tara winced and stretched her legs to work as many of the knots out as she'd be able to. Then she crawled over to Jennifer who still lay on the floor holding her nose with both hands. Trying to shut out the pain in her own body before Jennifer recover from the vicious kick to her nose, Tara rawled close enough to slam a knee into Jennifer’s unguarded, unsuspecting, crotch. The impact caused Jennifer's eyes and mouth to yawn wide open as she sucked in her breath as she rolled onto her back.

Crawling atop her, Tara slammed her knee as hard as she could into Jennifer's crotch again, and again, and again, and again, until Jennifer was whimpering and almost crying from the impacts into her womanhood. When Jennifer was almost motionless from the incessant knee shots, Tara flopped down onto her sweaty, half-naked body, toying with the idea of grapevining her legs so she could mount a better assault in the hopes she could still win the grueling contest, but then she got an ever better idea!

Slamming her knee into Jennifer's crotch once more for good measure, she shifted her body, wincing in pain again as she twisted around and repositioned herself on top of Jennifer so that her ass was on the same level as Jennifer's face, then extended her legs back and locked them around Jennifer's throat in a tight scissors, remembering now what she had said to Jennifer about how the lack of oxygen makes an orgasm even more enjoyable. As Jennifer reflexively kicked her legs up to get them around Tara, she slipped her arms under her thighs so they wouldn't move, slipped up a bit so Jennifer couldn't bite her way out of the scissors, then leaned down and began to run her tongue lightly on Jennifer's crotch through her underwear, just once for starters, to show her rival what she was in for.

Turning her head to face Jennifer, Tara gave her a mocking smile, "Enjoy the ride, sweetheart," she intoned, "'cause now you're gonna lose." She lowered her head and began to lick Jennifer’s pussy, squeezing her legs around Jennifer's throat, cutting her breathing off to restrict the flow of oxygen to her brain as Tara's long, wet tongue stimulated Jennifer.

Jennifer was feeling herself start to lose consciousness due to the effect of Tara's strong legs with the amount of strength she had within herself wasn't enough to pull her legs out of Tara's tight grasp. Looking through her half glazed eyes she saw Tara's crotch inches from her face. She recalled the shots Tara given her crotch and realized she was being too delicate herself. Sneaking one of her slender hands up she moaned a bit from one of Tara's licks of her womanhood, but refocused as her fingers grazed Tara's inner thighs. Turning her hand around, she dug her nails in hard into Tara's mound, hearing a shriek of pain from the buxom blonde.

Tara tried to clamp her upper legs as she did so a gap opened up and Jennifer got her head loose of the vine. Sensing her momentum build she proceeded to clamp her other hand tight on Tara's left breast. Jennifer's grip got tighter and she roughly clawed Tara's breasts and womanhood simultaneously. Hearing Tara moan in pain, Jennifer drew strength from the adrenaline rush she was feeling and pulled her legs out of Tara's grip, then she gave Tara a taste of her own medicine, scissoring her and applying a huge amount of painful pressure to Tara's most sensitive body parts.

Tara kicked her legs around Jennifer's neck, squeezing the scissors tighter to cut off more of her breathing as she turned her head to the side and sank her teeth deep into one of Jennifer's thighs, chewing on the soft flesh to force Jennifer to open her legs. Crying out sharply, Jennifer's body complied and Tara again wrapped her arms around Jennifer's thighs to hinder their movements as she lowered her head back down to Jennifer's crotch and bit down hard through her underwear, kicking the scissors tighter to choke off the ensuing scream from Jennifer's lungs. Jennifer squirmed and kicked her legs like a madwoman as Tara was now giving Jennifer a taste of her own medicine, biting down on her inflamed cunt as her legs worked overtime to choke her opponent even as Jennifer's hands were still buried in her own pussy.

"You can't break me," Tara growled at her adversary when she briefly lifted her head from in between Jennifer's open legs. "Your manipulations don't work and I can take any punishment you dish out, and outdo you in the pain department. Watch me!" she hastily added as she kicked the scissors tighter again, as if choking off whatever reply Jennifer had stored up.

Opening the scissors, she lurched forward and thrust a vicious kick to Jennifer's chin as she moved away, feeling Jennifer's fingers loosening and releasing her crotch as the waves of dizziness swept over her on the heels of the kick. Rolling to the side and kicking Jennifer onto her chest, Tara slithered forward, once again wincing from the pain her movements caused her, and wrapped her legs around Jennifer's waist, locking her ankles together and kicking this scissor lock as tight as she could as she leaned back on both hands, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut with the pressure her legs exerted around Jennifer's yielding midriff. Jennifer desperately struggled to escape, but her energy was still fading and Tara was not about to let up for one second. Lifting her ass off of the floor to increase the pressure, she reveled in the agonized cry that came from Jennifer's lungs and sustained itself until she set her ass down again.

"You were so confident that you could cheat your way into beating me, I remember," Tara mocked Jennifer, "and now, here you are, crying and sobbing like a little pussy. Now whose stupid, Jenny? You pathetic bitch."

With that, Tara leaned over to Jennifer's head, curling her fingers into claws and gripping the tender skin of her throat, and taking great satisfaction in throttling the bitch who thought she could get over on Tara so easily. Again Jennifer tried to let out a scream, but what emerged from her lips was a choked strangling sound that might have sounded like words but was far too incoherent for Tara to make them out: "Wwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh..."

"What did you say, Jenny?" Tara continued her contemptuous mockery of Jennifer as her legs refused to give an inch to her caught opponent. "You waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant more of this? Well, I'll be more than happy to oblige you!"

Tara squeezed harder still as her fingers plunged deeper into her windpipe, shaking Jennifer's head back and forth like it was attached to a rag doll, sending Jennifer's sweaty hair whipping around in all directions. At another powerful squeeze of her legs, the only sound that came from Jennifer was a low mewling sound that seemed to Tara as if the sobbing she had heard before was growing worse. She began to grind the tight scissors around Jennifer's midsection, her thighs squeezing all the fight out of her opponent so that she would finish what she started and bring Jennifer to orgasm first. Jennifer's fierce struggling was becoming progressively weaker and weaker until she was almost motionless and Tara imagined she would pass out right there on the floor. After a few more agonizing moments of that deadly scissoring and throttling, Tara finally let up on the pressure on Jennifer's waist as she released Jennifer's neck, allowing Jennifer to slump to the floor, almost too weak to move even an inch. But she didn't uncoil her legs all the way, as she had yet another strategy in mind.

With her legs still resting comfortably around Jennifer's waist, Tara rolled her over onto her back again as she shifted her position so she was lying underneath her. "Don't go off to sleep just yet," Tara mocked her again, lightly slapping her face with one hand before, deftly as she could, she slipped her arms under Jennifer's armpits and prepared to reset her legs. "After all, I haven't brought you to orgasm yet. You can go to sleep after I show you who the better woman is."

With her inner thighs pressing against both sides of Jennifer's ribcage, and Jennifer's arms hopelessly locked in a tight full nelson, Tara resumed crushing her opponent as she suppressed her opponent's renewed struggles by securing her arms in the hold by interlacing her fingers behind Jennifer's neck and extending her legs as far as they'd go, shaking Jennifer and twisting her body as scream after scream of rage and frustration pealed forth from Jennifer's lungs so loud they seemed to threaten to shatter glass. She took to squirming in between Tara's crushing limbs in the hope she could somehow get out, but Tara knew she had her now and wasn't about to relinquish her advantage. Retracting her legs but keeping them firmly wrapped around Jennifer's body, she curled them in to place more painful pressure on Jennifer's ribs as she moved the heel of one foot to Jennifer's sore crotch and began to rub the heel up and down, up and down, over her snatch.

Still remembering her promise to Jennifer, she released the full-nelson and quickly wrapped her arms around her neck, as she trapped one flailing arm in the tight headlock to prevent Jennifer from retaliating, allowing Jennifer to fruitlessly slap and scratch at one of the thighs crushing her ribs with the other hand, that was now hardly causing any pain at all. Feeling the new adrenaline coursing through her body in the moment she was fully aware she had Jennifer completely wrapped up in her arms and legs, Tara squeezed all four limbs as tight as she could and steeped up the stimulation her heel was giving Jennifer's throbbing, aching womanhood as Jennifer found herself pushed closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

"You can scratch me all you want with that hand, bitch," Tara growled in Jennifer's ear, not needing to be heard over the increasingly loud moans of pleasure from Jennifer. "But it won't do you any good. Never, EVER, try to manipulate me..."

Jennifer sobs and cries of pain only further angered her which Tara thought was her advantage recalling that the blonde was still topless Jennifer grinned a bit. Trying to control her breathing as difficult as it was becoming. Jennifer stopped her scratching and used her free hand to snake behind her body grabbing a hold of Tara's bikini bottoms she tore them off.

Running her hand along Tara's slit feeling the moisture of Tara's womanhood Jennifer used her speed and with one thrust jammed her fist inside Tara's asshole pumping it as hard and fast as she could giving Tara a mixed feeling of pain and pleasure as she tried valiantly to fight the pain she was in. She twisted and turned her fist hearing hollow gasps from Tara as she continued her assault on the blonde Jennifer realized that Tara was mere seconds from orgasming right then and there all she needed was a little push. Remembering Tara being underneath her.

Jennifer rolled over onto her knees moving back she pushed back feeling Tara hit the wall using both bodies with Tara still behind her Jennifer stood up wincing with whatever strength she had left bashing Tara's back into a corner of the wall countless times until the blonde was knocked off of her looking down seeing Tara dazed Jennifer walked over to a closet getting a pair of handcuffs Jennifer put a cuff tightly on Tara's right arm and the other cuff tightly on a tightly secured metal bar from the handrail of the stairs. Seeing Tara trapped now from her own mouth flapping away Jennifer laughed as she got another pair of handcuffs and applied the same to Tara's other hand leaving Tara totally immobilized.

"Now the fun can begin bitch." Jennifer mocked at Tara as she took off her own bikini top looking into Tara's eyes. "Tell me your most horny spot of your body slut!!!"

Jennifer's words were cut off when Tara drew her legs back, and with a great portion of her remaining energy slammed them into Jennifer's breasts, hard, without warning. The kick was surprisingly strong considering her apparently depleted strength, and Jennifer was knocked halfway across the room where she crashed to the floor, slamming her head into the wall loud enough to resound throughout the room, holding her aching breasts with both hands while trying to shake the cobwebs from her head, her haughty expression turned to one of silent, open-mouthed agony as her tits throbbed in pain.

When she finally came to, Jennifer's rage and frustration boiled over as she rose and rushed Tara, meaning to cause her all the suffering in the world to force her to admit defeat. But when Jen was in range Tara slipped a leg between her rival's and sent her crashing headfirst into the handrail, where her crown connected loud enough to resound in the room around them. As deftly as she could, Tara slammed her legs around Jennifer's neck, locked her ankles together and squeezed as tight as possible, not letting up until Jennifer gasped, choked, sputtered and began drifting in and out of unconsciousness, unable to resist the power of her opponent's crushing legs until, finally, she passed out cold.

Tara slumped against the handrail, exhausted and out of breath yet elated with her victory when, a few moments later, the cleaning lady walked in, apparently having looked for another room but walked into this one by mistake. Shocked by what she saw when she walked into the bedroom, she was unable to speak as Tara ordered her to search for the key to the handcuffs that held her to the handrail. The cleaning lady hastily complied, eager to get out of there afterwards, and a few minutes later the blonde was free of her bondage. Standing up on shaky legs, she could only find the breath to say, "You lost, bitch," before moving around slowly in the room to gather her things and leave.