Sophia had risen out of the poverty of post WWII Italy, and had breast brawled her way through the tough streets of Naples, until she at last gained national and then international attention. Known in breast fighting circles as the Naples nipples, she was magnificently well conditioned, had firm proud breasts, and a mercurial temper. She had managed to brawl her way to the position of number one contender for Jane Russell’s heavyweight breast fighting championship, and was considered by many to be the favorite if the two well endowed brunettes fought.

There were rumors flying around that Russell had been ducking her, and one of the main agendas for her trip to America was to force a fight with her, and come away with the championship bra around her splendid rack.

Jayne was a bleached blonde, who played the Monroe dumb blonde image to perfection. However, this act belied an IQ that was well into the genius range, and hid a relentless desire for fame. The large Jayne, sporting breasts she bragged were 40 inches, came to the party with one thing in mind, either embarrassing Sophia and becoming the number one contender for Russell’s crown in that manner, or outright breast brawling Sophia into submission. Simultaneously launching her own career further, while finishing off a dangerous rival.

Jayne had left little to chance that day, wearing a plunging white number cut almost to the navel. When she walked in and saw that Sophia was in a conservative dress, trying to downplay her breasts and not get into a brawl that might endanger her true mission, Jayne licked her lips. Waiting for just the right moment, Jayne flicked off her fur coat with a dramatic flair and stalked over to Sophia as she was sitting down.

Bending at the waist Jayne immediately went with a front dangle of her breasts as an astonished Sophia looked on. As Sophia tried to compete in a hopelessly outclassed gown, Jayne continued to display her mighty set right along side a clearly flustered Sophia. She sat down next to her as the paparazzi of the day snapped away, catching Sophia’s ever more annoyed glance. Once Jayne was sure her mission had been accomplished and Sophia humiliated to her satisfaction, she got up, and putting her hands on the table top, leaned forward again, arching her back. Her left nipple actually escaping the low cut gown, to ensure there could be no doubt regarding just who was the dominant female at the table. As she did so and the cameras flashed away, she heard a ripping sound to her right and the crowd that had gathered gasped.

She swung around to see that Sophia had heaved her mighty juggs and ripped clean out of her gown’s top, the garment tearing right down the middle, revealing her own powerful melons. Worse than this though, an enraged Sophia had her fingernails barely an inch from the top of Jayne’s dangling twin giants. Sophia had lost her famous temper and possible championship match or not, had decided that this bitch had to be taught a lesson in humility she would not soon forget.

Eye’s wide and teeth gnashing together in rage, Sophia dug her long nails deep into the tops of Jayne’s breasts, and slowly, agonizingly raked them down the front of Jayne’s breasts, drawing blood. Jayne’s head threw back, her mouth opened wide and she shrieked her anguish to the rafters. Sophia was enjoying herself so much she gave a sadistic giggle as she dug as deep as she could into Jayne’s impressive tits.

After the first raking an excited almost to the point of orgasm Sophia dug in for a second rake, again taking her time and gasping in excitement as she dished out the punishment to this upstart bitch. Jayne again shrieked her anguish for the entire crowd to hear. There was more in her screams of pain than just paralyzing anguish though; there was towering rage as well.

As Sophia reached up to rake the fully exposed breasts of Jayne a third time, Jayne reached inside Sophia’s hands and batted them aside, and placed her own nails on the tops of Sophia’s twins and her own eyes maniacally wide, she returned the favor to Sophia. Sophia, shocked by Jayne’s toughness, bellowed in agony herself now, as Jayne raked her breasts savagely. Not having the advantage of surprise as Sophia did though, Jayne had to be satisfied with one rake, and followed it with a right cross across the breasts which sent the big Italian girl sprawling backwards to the floor.

Sophia was up on her feet like lightening and grabbed her ripped gown and finished pulling it from her body. Jayne, backing off a little, did the same and flung her gown to the floor. Both women were in front of each other now, wearing only bikini bottoms, panty hose and high heels. The crowd of tinsel town insiders had lost all decorum and was wildly cheering on the two piping hot voluptuous women.

Both girls looked down at their own amazing breasts and almost went slack jawed at the damage they saw, they then looked up at each other and without saying a word flung themselves at each other like two wild animals in heat. Both women grabbed the tops of each others breasts in a choke hold and began squeezing for all they were worth. They also shook and throttled each other back and forth trying to toss each other off balance. They were trying to choke the power out of each others bountiful boobs to prove which of the two had the worthier set. As they kept squeezing the throttling stopped and the two grimacing grunting women leaned into each other still squeezing away.

Slowly Jayne began to turn to her right, and in a display of incredible breast strength, hurled Sophia breasts first onto a nearby table. Sophia skidded across the top of the table on her tits and landed on the other side, taking all the food and table cloth off the table with her. She was up instantly though, and jumped to the table top, and then directly into the waiting Jayne’s arms, knocking her over backwards. The two women now rolled on the floor, locked in a tit on tit bear hug.

The two women were exchanging no words, but it was clear to everyone by the looks on their faces and the almost animal grunting coming from the two women, that nothing less than total victory would do. The two women rolled over and over, first one on top then the other. Finally on their sides they arched their backs, and tensing their magnificent mammaries pressed them into each other with all their strength in an all out test of breast.

Both women’s head flew back, as they bellowed in pain. With their heads back the onlookers were able to gather around and watch as their pendulous pumpkins battled tit to tit for supremacy.

At first it seemed that Jayne’s were slowly flattening Sophia’s, but then Sophia rallied and screaming like a wild woman, her breasts pushed themselves back out to even against Jayne’s again. Jayne poured it on even more though, and the superbly conditioned Sophia began to squirm and once again scream in pain, as Jayne’s breasts began to slowly push hers in again. Jayne now had a pained smile on her face, but soon it was back to anguish again, as the tough Italian girl battled to even again, shrieking in agony as she did so. Jayne had tremendous conditioning too though, and once again summoned it from her pained, reddened, swollen breasts to begin flattening Sophia’s even more reddened and swollen breasts again.

This time Sophia was unable to rally again, and Jayne, still with Sophia in the bear hug, put on a tremendous show of power, as she staggered to her feet, still applying the bear hug. Jayne took a deep breath and put everything into one mighty squeeze. Sophia’s breasts were being squeezed flatter still, but they were still fighting back against Jayne’s mighty powerhouses.

Jayne thought she had Sophia now, and taking a couple of staggering steps towards the table she had thrown Sophia over earlier, now slammed the big brunette down on her back, breaking the bear hug. She then, eyes bugging out, raised her hands over her head to deliver a devastating ax-handle SPLAT between Sophia’s seemingly unbeatable juggs. Sophia’s amazing conditioning came through again though, and summoning power from her tits again, that no one thought she could have after this savage brawl, she reached up, and pinching each of Jayne’s nipples between her long nails, applied her signature move, the Naples Nipples squeeze.

The effect on Jayne was immediate. Her hands separated and reached towards the ceiling as she threw her head back and bellowed in a painful scream that seemed to come all the way from her toenails. Sophia gave an exhausted laugh, and smiled broadly. No one had ever overcome the Naples Nipple squeeze, and she knew it. Her mind was already racing ahead to sadistic ways to finish this bitch. Something was wrong though. Jayne stopped shrieking, and lowering her head, looked back down at Sophia. She raised her hands into the ax-handle again, slowly lifting them overhead while Sophia squeezed harder and harder, trying to stop Jayne’s move by increasing the agony. But Jayne was not to be denied and brought the double-fists down between Sophia’s breasts!

SMACK!

The powerful blow made Sophia gasp, and clutch at her tortured breasts. Jayne had to stop to draw breath too. She was also exhausted, but was certainly proving Sophia was not the only one with a magnificently conditioned rack. She tried to rally, but Jayne got there first, with a stinging right cross across Sophia’s breasts.

WHACK!

This one flattened Sophia’s back down on the table top and dropped her arms to her sides. Before she could rally, Jayne slammed another right cross into the grunting Sophia’s breasts. Then another and another as Sophia screeched in utter agony. Jayne pounded another six of the right crosses home until Sophia was wracked by involuntary spasms and gurgling seemingly incoherently. Jayne wasn’t finished yet though, even if it seemed her adversary was.

Jayne picked her head up and looked around, and soon spied what she was after. At the end of the next table over was a huge punch bowl. It was the size of most bath tubs, and loaded to the brim. Jayne then grabbed Sophia’s breasts one in each hand, and staggering to her feet dragged Sophia up by her breasts after her. Sophia, in a wall of pain, was showing signs of not being finished yet, despite being terribly hurt. She tried to raise her arms to fight back on instinct alone, but was unable to mount any meaningful attack, as the exhausted Jayne pulled her over to the table with the punch bowl on it, and slammed her waist and boobs first onto the table top. Sophia landed with a THUD!

Jayne grabbed Sophia’s legs and tossed them onto the table top, leaving Sophia face down as Jayne climbed onto the table and got on her back. Jayne reached under Sophia and applied a breast fighting version of a Full Nelson, starting normally but then pulling her elbows back hard so they dug into the beaten girl’s breasts. The move brought Sophia back to life shrieking in agony!

Jayne now slowly slid Sophia over to the huge punch bowl. Most punch is spiked, but being a Hollywood party, Jayne was counting on it being 90% alcohol and only 10% punch. She wasn’t disappointed! Sophia, realizing what Jayne was trying, put her hands out and grabbed the punch bowl, trying to keep her scratched and battered breasts from being plunged into alcohol which was sure to burn excruciatingly. Jayne powered the struggling Sophia slowly down toward the punch.

Sophia, despite being totally defeated, still managed strength that could only come from pure survival instinct, as she successfully powered back up twice just before her breasts made contact with the liquid. But the third time was one too many and Jayne submerged Sophia’s breasts in the punch! When Sophia’s wounded breasts dipped into the punch, she threw her head back and opened her mouth to her ears in a blood-curdling scream.

Just then, Jayne shoved her face down into the punch dunking her…and holding her face under. The move was no picnic for the blonde however, as the high alcohol punch was splashing onto her scratched and banged up breasts too! However, Jayne was close to victory now and nothing was going to deny her! She held Sophia’s struggling body down as the air bubbles rising grew less and less. When she got to the point that she was convinced everyone watching knew she could finish Sophia once and for all if she wanted, Jayne yanked Sophia out and flung her on her back where she lay panting and gasping for air.

“Oh, lungs full?” asked Jayne in a breathless sarcastic voice. “Here, this will clear them!” She reached up and delivered another ax-handle between Sophia’s beaten breasts. The impact was so hard that it made Sophia spit up some of the punch and start breathing again. Still Jayne had one more matter to attend to. Her breasts had been raked twice by Sophia’s nails while she’d only repaid one! “Oh, one little thing I owe you honey,” Jayne said.

She straddled the beaten Euro-star, placed her nails at the tops of Sophia’s breasts and slowly, brutally raked them down. Sophia, her magnificent conditioning betraying her, as she stayed conscious long past the point most women would, screamed in mind splitting anguish as Jayne sadistically smiled.

“Oh that’s OK sweetie, this’ll make it feel better!” She reached in for the punch ladle and poured a big dollop of high-test liquor on the open wounds! Sophia’s body tensed, she screamed - then mercifully, passed out!

Jayne wanted to still pound Sophia’s limp form for what she had done to her own wonderful set. Still, Jayne knew the real mission here was to get a fight with Russell and strip her of her championship, and further her career. There was now only one last thing to do. She staggered to her feet, and crossing her arms over her badly battered bosom, planted her high heeled foot on top of the defeated woman’s savaged breasts and posed for the paparazzi. Jayne then got helped down off the table from several eager male spectators, and as she was walking off with the help of her manager, grabbed the arm of a Hollywood insider she knew was well connected in the breast fighting game.

“Tell Russell I want her next,” Jayne hissed to her entourage as she staggered off victorious.