Meg: "I arrive at your farm, ears red with rage. "Jessica you little skank I told you to stay away from our cousin!"
Jessi: Stepping out of the house, hands on my hips as I look at you with contempt* "Not my fault your cousin finally find himself a real woman, you bitch. And the re's nothing you can do about us being togethe r eithe r!"
Meg: I smile..."Oh yes I can" I spit in my hand the n slap you the traditional challenge for....."Farm rules fight..till one of us is done!" I unbutton my flannel shirt revealing my bikini top. "unless you wanna back off you got ten minutes to get out to the barn!"
Jessi: My hair whips around as my head is snapped to the side from the slap. Feeling the heat on my skin, and knowing it's already red. Eyes flashing in rage as I return the favor of a slap as well. "I've been waiting for this Meg. I'm going to bust you wide open and throw you out with the rest of the pigs when I'm done with you!"
Meg: My eyes flare back "I'm going to leave you hog tied up front when I'm done making you squeal like the little sow you are Jessica" I walk towards the barn "Time's a wasting ...bitch!"
Jessi: Heading back into the house, ripping off my shirt and jean shorts before sliding on my tiny red bikini. Tying the top behind my neck before pulling my shorts back on over my thong bottoms, and the n walking out the back door towards the barn. The grass cool under my bare feet, a soft spring breeze blowing and providing a refreshing feeling that will be unnoticeable once we come to grips. Pushing the gate in the fence open harshly, practically stomping my way to the old barn that used to hold hay but has been empty for a year of anything except old hair, broken tools and wood, and soon to be two wildcats
Meg: I strip off my shirt to reveal my Confederate flag bikini. Like you I leave my cut offs on ...for now....I kick off my shoes and socks and restlessly await your arrival in the barn. Seeing you stomp in I snarl "Till one of us gives. No rules, no quarter" My body tingles as we are tussled in fun as girls but this is the first real fight we had...
Jessi: Remember that we used to have some fun play fights in this place, up in the hayloft, when we were younger, but those times seem like distant memories. My lips curl back in a snarl to match yours as my farm-toned body tingles in anticipation, as well as some nervousness over just how far this fight likely will go. "Hope you don't give too quick skank, cause I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream in pain" Feeling the old hay under my feet, toes flexing and relaxing as I step closer to you and bring my arms up defensively in front of me, fingers curled in slightly like claws as I wait for an opening....
Meg: I circle with you, eyes locked with yours. I feel the hay under foot, relaxing me oddly. I bring my arms up, watching you, the n take a quick jab at your nose to see how fast you really are...
Jessi: Fingers remain curled in as my arms are out in front, the crackle of the hay the only sound now that talking has subsided and we get ready to come to blows. My long dirty-blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail to be out of the way, and bobs with each step as I keep a cautious gaze directed at you. Seeing the jab coming, I turn my head and lean back, enough to avoid taking the full brunt of the impact, but still feeling your knuckles brush against my still red cheek. Shifting my weight onto my left foot, I bring my right leg forward, a kick aimed at your side, so the toes hit under your ribs if it's successful...
Meg: "hah got ya’ I think as my knuckles make contact. Then I see your leg come up fast and hard towards me. I bring my left elbow down towards your shin to try to make it hurt as much for you as me. Your toes impact ...OMPH! My side aches and I gasp for air...backing off trying not to tear up...
Jessi: Feeling my toes digging into your skin sends some shivers up my body as I know the fight has truly begun. Bringing my foot back down, legs spread a little wider than shoulder length to keep my balance, since it was so displaced from the kick, as you back away. Not wanting to let up and give you a chance to recover, I rush forward to take a handful of your dark mane in each hand before giving your hair hard jerks left and right. "Come on bitch, where's all your talk now!"
Meg: I catch my breath for a second before you rush in. AIEEE My scalp burns as you YANK on my hair, jerking me side to side. My hands slide down to the loops on your jean shorts, taking a good grip before bring you forward as I slam my knee up into your stomach. "I don't need to talk, just to kick your ass you low down bitch!" I hiss as you (hopefully) double over
Jessi: Enjoying the feeling of your dark hair in my hands, tugging and pulling hard to gain an advantage. Then....UGGHHH!! Your knee buries itself into my unprepared gut, sinking deep into my muscles and knocking the air out of me, as well as some spittle leaving my lips as well. Eyes crossing for a second or two from the pain of impact, as my hands first squeeze tight for a second and the n relax and go limp in your hair. My arms moving down, wrapping around my belly as I'm bent over and cough between each gasping breath as my red thong sticks out of the cut-offs a little and my hair dangles towards the floor....
Meg: I watch you slump down in a heap and grin. I look around the barn and find an old handle. Grabbing the solid piece of wood in both hands I slide it under your chin and pull back in a nasty choke, straddling over your back. Sweat dampens my brow and my breathing is becoming a nasty hiss from the rage I feel towards you. Pulling back enough to make you gag and gurgle "Jessi...dear sweet Jessi....had enough you dirty skank?"...
Jessi: Still coughing from the knee shot, I don't notice you moving over to get the handle. At least, not until I feel it against my throat and cutting off the airway. Panic covers my face, taking in raspy breaths that turn into gasps quickly as my hands reach up beside of yours and struggling to pull the wood away so I can breathe. I can't completely pull it away, but I do manage to prevent my air supply from being completely cut off by your vicious attack. So out of desperation, I thrust my head backwards, hoping the back of my skull will find a soft spot against your belly, or possibly lower into your cut-offs, and headbutt my way to freedom....
Meg: Struggling with you, feeling you push the wood away "well I'll change that..." I think as your head jerks back and rams HARD into my belly. A spasm runs up where you kicke dme before and I fall back..coughing and clutching my stomach, not sure how bad I really am hurt. The wood falls from my hand...
Jessi: Taking in deep breaths, filling my lungs with precious air and remaining on my knees for a few more seconds, as my slightly redden face begins to return to normal. Gulping down anothe r lungful as I reach over and take the handle in my hands, and use it to push myself back up to my feet. Sweat coating my body already around my top and face, as bits of hay and my hair stick to my tanned skin. Seeing you holding your tummy, I tighten my grip on the handle as I take it in both hands, raise it over my head and swing down, in an attempt to introduce your chest to the unyielding wood....
Meg: Lying in pain....legs kicking a bit the n I see you loom over me. WHAM!!! the wood smacks into my chest, breasts screaming in agony as the cruel wood smashes into the m, barely protected by my top. "OOOOWWWWW GAWD!!!!!" I howl. 'oh lord I think...I don't wanna give in.......my hand scraps the barn floor, bringing up some dirt under the hay. Cupping it I wait for you to come close the n hurl it at your eyes, sobbing slightly now...
Jessi: Snarling viciously at the sound of the handle connecting with your breasts echoes in the empty barn. "Guess that'll make those little things big enough for guys to notice now, dirty skank!" Screaming at you as I reach down to grab you by the hair, only to get a handful of dirt and hay in the face and eyes. "Gawwd....dammit!" screaming in frustration as I'm blinded by your dirty trick. Stumbling back, feeling my spine hit one of the thick support beams that used to make up part of the stalls and hold the weight of the loft, and dropping the handle as both hands work feverishly to clear my eyes so I'm not completely vulnerable....
Meg: I roll up to my feet oh it hurts so bad.....close my eyes to focus...through the sweat and pain I see you against a beam....I get up, as fast as I can, and with all the force I can muster drive myself into you trying to crush your back into the support beam, praying to hurt you just as bad as you got me ...
Jessi: Finally getting my eyes cleared out enough that I can see, only to have the m widen as you spear me against the beam. Putting my arms out, hands aimed for your shoulders but missing in my attempt to slow you down. UMMMPHHH!!! Spit and sweat fly off my body as the breath, and not a little consciousness is knocked out of me as the immobile piece of wood makes my body take the full impact. My body aching at where yours impacted it, knowing the bruise the re will be deep as I slump against you and the beam, the sandwiching the only thing keeping me on my feet now....
Meg: I stagger to stand holding you up, drenched in my sweat and yours. I get us both upright, moaning and panting. "God you are tough, but I'm gonna beat you...slut...bitch...whore..." I brace my knee under your butt to hold you up and grab your head by the hair, the n drive my fist hard into your torso, definitely aiming low and mean "Hope you had fun with that part while you could..." I spit...
Jessi: Whimpering slightly at the movement, my back so sore from the impact right now that any sort of movement makes it feel like sandpaper. My top not doing as well now as at the beginning of holding everything in, though nothing has popped out yet. My scalp feels like it's on fire as you take a handful, and my teeth grit as I bring my hands up to your wrist and sink my nails into your skin. "Fuck you, bitch..." wanting to get out more, but your fist cuts me short. Feeling your knuckles push through the minimual defence the denim and my bottom provides and crushing into my pubic mound. The fact of your knee on my ass and if you are still holding my hair, is the only things holding my upright as my hands slide down between my thighs and all I can do is close my eyes in silent agony....
Meg: AHHHh you nails dig into my skin but I change that in a hurry. Seeing you sink down I feel the fight turning my way. I reach out and tear your top off, as your oversized fat tits flop loose. I wrap my arm around your neck and whisper to you "Time to meet the floor skank" as I move my knee and drop backwards in a possible DDT...
Jessi: Feeling the cool air on my now exposed 36Ds revives me a little, causing a shiver down my body as I feel your arm around my neck, holding it close against your side. Your words whisper in my ear, but even as the y register, we're already falling backwards. All I can do is get out a soft "nnnoo" before my forehead crashes into the hard, dirty floor and my body goes limp in your grasp even as my tits compress and swell out to my sides.....
Meg: I reach down and undo your shorts ripping the m off you. With a little jump I land knees first on your kidneys, loving you at my mercy. I try to stuff the shorts into your mouth. "Eat it you two dollar whore. They always wondered who was tougher..you or me..guess we are finding out. huh? " I bounce on your back cruelly even giggling a little...
Jessi: Offering no resistance to you ripping away my shorts, leaving me in nothing but my red thong, and the n grunting in pain as I try to roll over at the knees to the kidney, but unable to as you bounce up and down on my aching back. A cut has opened on my forehead, letting a small trickle of blood flow down, but away from my eyes at the moment thankfully. Gagging as you push the shorts into my mouth, catching my breath until I overcome the instinctual reaction and remember to breathe through my nose. Unable to offer a resistance at the moment, forced to take your taunting and humiliation and hope to catch a break soon before I have to say two words I will forever hate to speak to you....
Meg: Sensing the end might be near I move my feet so the y are on your tits. I drop the shorts and cup your chin. 'Member how I beat Katie-Sue when we were 16?" I chuckle as i pull your chin back in a camel clutch while moving my feet forward, stretching your nipples as your chest also moves back from the clutch, as I fight to arch you fully...
Jessi: Taking a deep breath as you throw the shorts away and I can breath fully. Feeling your fingers under my chin, and squirming in pain as your feet presses down on my tits, and my nipples are stretched and gritting my teeth as my back arches. Looking up, seeing your grinning face, and that arrogence makes me rage and my hands clench....which is when I realize an opening may have presented itself. You left my arms free, and that means I have a chance to escape. "Katie-sue was a pussy, and you fucking talk too much, bitch!" Hissing at you through my pain as my hands reach back to find your face and with luck rake your eyes and face with my sharp nails...
Meg: I feel your body stretch as i move you.."yes say Uncle Jessi..." AWW GAWD....MY EYES!!!!!! blinded I fall off you trying to clear my eyes, flopping around like a fish...
Jessi: Sighing in relief, and rolling away from you until I get to something sturdy. Hay and dirt sticking to my almost nude body as my tits rise and fall in quick, painful gasps of air as your feet put an aching to the m. Reaching up to grab onto something and get to my feet, not wanting to be seated when you get your vision back, and feeling my hand on something. Slowly I pull myself up to my feet, leaning against a portion of an old wooden fence and looking to see what my hand is wrapped around...which turns out to be a bullwhip. Tightening my hand around the handle as I pull it from the fence and let it fall and coil at my feet as I hold it and just watch you while catching my breath with deep, steading breathe s....
Meg: my vision clears a bit...enough to see you..kind of....I pull myself up the on the stairs to the loft. I blink and see what's in your hand. "Now hold on Jessi" I stammer. This ain't no Indiana Jones movie" I start to move up the stairs...
Jessi: Pushing myself off the railing, swinging my right arm back so that the long whip is behind me "Harrison Ford never had tits eithe r, Meg" hissing as I snap my arm forward, the 8ft length of leathe r moving through the air, and if the distance between us isn't too much, the much thinner tip cracks into your backside, since I wasn't particularly aiming for any one spot. The sudden jolt of my arm makes me stumble a little to the right, my body still unable to shake off your cruel efforts to break me enough to let me even walk without stumbling yet...
Meg: I gulp and turn OWWW my ass!!! the whip hits my butt dead on. ripping my shorts enough that the y fall off leaving me in my bikini. Rubbing my butt I run up the stairs to the loft, scared to death. I trip over something in my haste...what the hell could this be? OH MY....... "OK bitch" I pull the cord.....'Ugh...you gonna pay now..." pull the cord again the n...it finally catches.......RRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMM as I raise the chainsaw up...."Come and get it now!!!!!!!!"
Jessi: Hearing the roaring of an engine as I get to the bottom of the steps, kicking your now ruined shorts off so the y flutter down to the floor. Able to recover enough that I at least walk without needing something to lean against to keep my balance and the n my eyes widen in surprise at what you have in your hands. "Fucking bitch, I'll use that to cut you into pieces after breaking you!" Screaming at you as I raise the whip again, this time aiming a strike towards your inner thigh, just below the edge of your bikini bottoms.....
Meg: Seeing you come up the stairs I grin 'Come on bitch...OWWW! " I swipe at the bullwhip as it connects with my thigh, chopping off a piece of it "Damn slut I'll cut you down to size beginning with those cow tits!" I rush at you, slashing the saw at the bullwhip trying to remove that as a weapon for you...
Jessi: When the blade of the saw connects with the leathe r of the whip, it makes the engine bog down and the n die completely. So we're both left without anything but our hands now as I toss the ruined whip to the side. "no more running bitch, and no more tools, Just our own bodies to finish this once and for all"
Meg: seeing you toss the whip aside I hurl the saw aside with a clunk. I beckon you up to the loft adjusting my bikini nervously as I sense we are at the climax of our fight to the finish "Let's go the n you slut. Let's rassle"
Jessi: Moving closer to you, careful not to get to close just yet as I begin to circle you in the hayloft. One side of the doors to the loft hangs open, giving a clear view to the muddy field 10 feet below. Wiggling my fingers slightly as I tighten my abs against any cheap shots again as I move in closer. Swinging my left arm forward, faking punch that I hope will keep your attention as I bring my knee up and aimed towards your belly just above your thong.....
Meg: Keeping a close eye on you we circle. I move to block your punch when your knee crashes into my hurt belly. I quiver from the impact barely able to tighten my stomach in time to not have my belly completely destroyed... I sink to my knees. coughing...Seeing your foot close I raise my fist and bring my fist down hard on your bare toes trying to crush or break the m and get you to back off as I catch my wind...
Jessi: OOWWW Fuck!!! Hopping back as I hold my sore foot, unsure if the toes are broken or not, but knowing the y hurt like hell right now. Leaning against a bale of hay as I massage my foot for a moment and wait until the throbbing subsides enough for me to put it back down on the floor. Limping towards you, and using my right leg this time as I shift my weight again and aim a kick towards your chest before you can get up from your knees, the kick aimed between your tits to repay the favor earlier and remembering the handle blow. "Scream bitch, scream!"
Meg: Drenched with sweat covered in dirt and hay ..even in my hair....I try to get up and wham..my chest burns again with pain as your foot hits me hard. I flop to my back working off my top to massage my poor tits. God is this worth it? I think as I feel my body scream at me to stop this "OWWW OH GOD ....DAMN IT....." I moan my legs kicking and flopping from the pain. I cough..blood..my stomach heaving trying to get air back.... I roll...oh SHIT!!!! out of the loft and landing SPLAT!!!!! into the muck below my lungs burning....
Jessi: Grimacing as I have to put all my weight on my sore toes for a moment as the kick comes forward, and I stumble back a step or two after the impact before I regain my balance. Leaning against the bale of hay, sweat dripping from my body and soaking through my thong so that it's nearly transparent now as I watch you flop around and the n fall out of the loft. The landing in the thick muck is music to my ears, though I begin to have doubts about if it's worth doing this to a girl I used to consider a friend. Moving over to the loft, looking out the doors and down to the field to have a bird's eye view of my rival before making my decision on that question....
Meg: my chest heaves..head spinning..where am I? in the muck in pain.... I start to cry from all my pain I'm in but I don't wanna give in...not to you....my legs move a bit as i try to get some motion going...scared of what might be coming..come on Meg...defend yourself....
Jessi: Seeing tears streak your muddy face, but still not hearing the magic words, or seeing you just laying the re. Shaking my head slightly before moving to the edge of the doors. Then taking a deep breath, before leaning foward so that I dive from the loft. Aiming my body so that it will come down against yours in near perfect alignment...tits to tits, belly to belly and crotch to crotch as I take a big risk to end this fight finally....
Meg: I can see a shape moving to me..I raise my knees as much as I can....and my arms..IMPACT!!!!!!
Jessi: Not seeing your knees come up, but feeling the m as gravity pushes my gut deep onto the m. Bouncing off your legs, and crashing to the mud and much beside you and likely spraying more of the yuck onto your body as well as the breath is knocked out of me again, and this cough brings up some blood as well, and probably a broken rib as I do nothing but moan beside of you...two topless and dirty hellcats that have nearly destroyed each othe r without a clear victor......
jessiwrestles: And I think it's safe to call it a draw with that idea of yours. Have folks come out and find us both in the mud :)
megthe nut: whew
