Sophia Loren vs. Kim Novak by ‘glamour_fights’ (Free Catfights Message Board Oct 2007)
The first measurements are from dressmakers and are probably the most accurate. The alternate measurements for Kim are from the studio and thus questionable. The alternate measurements for Sophia are her own and probably reflect her Italian period while the dressmaker’s stats likely are from her Hollywood period when they wanted her thinner. Of course Sophia may have cheated a small amount on her hip size.
Kim was currently the number 1 box office star in the US and Sophia thought that beating her in pool might be good publicity. She was also thinking that if some sort of ‘incident’ or fight occurred it would be even better publicity. Sophia was still at her ‘Italian weight’ - a full-figured 145 lbs. She could see that Kim had been forced to slim down to 120 lbs or less for her movie role. In fact, Kim was only 118 lbs because of the pressure from Harry Cohn! Sophia had a good 27 lbs on Kim and 2-3" to boot!
Sophia was confident that if she could get Kim to start something, she could mop up the floor with her. She didn’t want to mar or scar Kim, but she DID want to dominate her, especially with her body. She wanted the pleasure a woman feels when she completely dominates and controls the other woman’s body and forces her to confess, ‘You’re the better woman!’ The problem was how to get Kim to start something so Sophia could attack her in ‘self-defense’.
Kim won the first game of eight ball rather easily as Sophia was a little rusty. Kim won the second game but it was a little closer. Sophia won the third game but it was very close and she was improving all the time. Sophia broke the rack on the fourth game but didn’t sink anything. Kim quickly made a run on the solids and sank all the balls but the five which was blocked by the eight ball and other stripes on the table. Kim barely made contact to avoid a scratch.
Then Kim had to leave to answer a telephone call. Sophia sank all the striped balls until only the nine remained. Sadly, she hadn’t positioned the cue ball well; the nine ball was ‘stitched’ behind the eight with no way for her to hit it first. So Sophia sat on the table to strike the nine ball directly with her cue. Doing so exposed her fantastic calves – a sight she knew would be good for her career. She hit the nine ball directly and sank it just as Kim returned from her telephone call,
Kim didn’t know Sophia very well and didn’t want to make a scene, but felt she had to let Sophia know she saw what she’d done - but in a gentle and even friendly manner. "Sophia, it looked like you may have hit the nine with your cue instead of the cue ball."
Sophia saw her opportunity to get something going with Kim and replied in a nasty tone, "Are you calling me a cheater?"
"I wasn’t sure what I’d call it, but what I said is correct."
"Why don’t you just come right out with it, Kimmie; you’re calling me a cheater!"
"I don’t have to call you anything. Everyone knows exactly what you are without my saying so!."
"How dare you insult me, the fantastic Sophia Loren! I am a great actress and you are a two bit hack."
"You call yourself and actress? HAH! You couldn’t act your way out of a paper bag. The only films you starred in were spaghetti westerns. That’s not acting; just displaying your ‘way too obvious’ assets! I starred in Picnic and Vertigo; that’s why I’m the #1 box office star."
"Box office star, what crap. I spit on that…and you!" SPLAT! "The only reason you are a box office star is because of the money Harry Cohn spent promoting you. I doubt if he’s made a dollar off of you. It must be costing him a fortune to prop up an ugly, no-talent, actress like you!"
Sophia had spit in Kim’s face. Sophia was tired of arguing and wanted to goad Kim into attacking her. She wanted to make Kim mad enough to push, punch, slap her or pull her hair. But Kim was content to argue. She didn’t want to get into a physical confrontation with Sophia. Not that she was afraid of Sophia because of how strong she was (which would surprise Sophia). Kim knew her boxing expertise would stand her in good sted if Sophia started anything.
All actresses are very conscious of their faces and perfect bodies and Kim didn’t want to risk being scratched or getting bruises on her face or her perfect skin. She felt she’d eventually win any argument with Sophia. Anyway, Kim knew the tabloids would call any confrontation "a fight" even if it were just verbal. So she wiped her face on Sophia’s jacket and continued to spar with Sophia verbally.
"I don’t deny that Harry has built me up as a star," Kim admitted. "Yes, he has helped me and given me an opportunity that few have had. But it is my talent and hard work that have made me a box office star. You can promote someone but you can’t make the public like them and go to their movies if they have no talent. They flock to see me because they like what I do, they like me, and they like my beauty. Oh, by the way, I have a fantastic, sexy figure unlike your over-stuffed body!"
"Fantastic, sexy figure; DON"T MAKE ME LAUGH!" Sophia sneered derisively. "You are just a skinny runt. Men prefer a full figured woman like me who has breasts, not those little things you try to pass off as tits."
"My tits are full and firm," Kim said with an insistent stamp of her foot. "…unlike your over inflated droopy sacks of shit! You talk about Harry propping me up to be a star; well, the whole world knows that the way you get any parts is to lie on your back and spread your thunder thighs. ‘Will have sex for roles’ that’s YOUR motto! Try getting a role on talent for a change if you can."
This infuriated Sophia. It hit home because she was concerned that her thighs were getting too big and might start showing signs of cellulite. Of course, Sophia has super gams and this was something she really didn’t have to be concerned about. She was also sensitive to the charge of how she got her roles because it was too close to the truth. Sophia was a bit insecure about her talents and so was quite defensive and sensitive about any suggestion that she couldn’t succeed on talent alone. Her Italian blood got so hot that she couldn’t control herself. She forgot her plan to goad Kim into making the first physical attack.
"Shut your mouth, little girl, or I’ll shut it for you!"
"Make me! I’m not afraid of you, Sophia. You’re nothing but a big, soft, fat cow."
SMACK! "Eek!" Sophia slapped Kim but she was ready for it and she slapped Sophia back, twice.
SMACK! SMACK!"Oowww!"
Kim’s boxing expertise allowed her to slap harder and lant two slaps to Sophia’s one - using a right-left combination. In fact, Kim’s left hand slap was very hard and turned Sophia’s head. Kim happens to be left handed and Sophia wasn’t expecting this blow. Then they traded slaps…
SMACK! "Ouch!"
SMACK! "Yeeoowwww!"
SMACK! "SHIT!"
SMACK! "FUCK! "
SMACK!"Ouch that really hurt! "
SMACK! "SHIT!"
SMACK! "OOHHH! OWWWW! Ohhh noooo!! Please…don’t hit me again…" First, the unwritten agreement among actresses to not bruise the face of another actress; their livelihood depended on having a perfect face. Although they didn’t mid stealing parts from the other, they didn’t want to end their opponent’s career. That is unless they got really, really mad at the other.
Secondly, Sophia knew if she punched Kim she’d get punched back. Kim had already shown that she could out punch her. But while faces were ‘off limits’ body and breasts were fair game since they were usually covered by clothing or makeup. There was satisfaction to be gained in knowing your opponent would be suffering as she moved on the set. That would show how good or bad an actress she was. Sophia saw Kim’s breasts covered by only a flimsy top with some bare skin exposed while her own breasts were well protected by her heavy wool jacket and the sturdy cups supporting her double D’s.
Splat! "Ouch!" Sophia punched Kim’s left breast with her right hand.
THUD! Kim threw a hard jab to Sophia’s right tit with her left hand. She punched harder than Sophia had but Sophia’s thick jacket lessened the effect of the blow. Sophia was hardly affected by the punch and gave no cry of pain.
SLAM! SMASH!! "UUOOOHH! OOOWWW!!" Sophia smashed both of Kim’s breasts from below casing Kim to cry out in great pain. Sophia’s blows sent Kim’s tits flying up and out of the lace top. Kim’s breasts were now exposed and even better targets for Sophia.
THUD! THUNK! "Oww! Haha, that didn’t hurt at all! " Kim hit both of Sophia’s tits in return. Sophia did feel some pain but she just laughed at Kim’s effort because of the protection afforded by her clothing.
WHOOMPPP!!! "Unghh!" Sophia drove a fist into Kim’s belly. Kim had seen the blow coming and so tightened her firm stomach muscles. Still, Kim’s stomach was only covered by the thin silk cloth and Sophia’s blow did some damage.
THUD!!! "Ooaaafff!" Kim punched Sophia’s belly even harder but the heavy wool cloth made the blow less effective. Sophia’s belly was rather soft because of her extra weight. Kim drove her fist deep into Sophia’s soft belly. The net effect was that the blows of each woman had about the same effect. However, Sophia’s blows stung more because of Kim’s unprotected belly.
Sophia and Kim continued to trade tit and belly punches with a low blow being thrown in by Sophia every now and then. She was a street fighter after all. Although Kim could hit harder and with more jabs she was losing this contest because her breasts were exposed and her belly not protected by clothing. Her breasts were getting red and raw and really starting to hurt. There were even some dark bruises starting to show up. Even though her stomach was hard, it was also taking a beating and she was starting to have trouble breathing. Kim had to do something soon or Sophia would pound her into oblivion. She first tired grabbing Sophia’s jacket and ripping it open.
(pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) All eight buttons came flying off as Kim pulled Sophia’s jacket open.
However Sophia’s tits were still protected by a thick bra and heavy cup needed to support her size D breasts. Even if they were exposed it was almost impossible for Kim to hold the jacket open and pound Sophia’s tits. If she did this she couldn’t deflect any of Sophia’s blows and Sophia would pound Kim’s face, tits and belly even more mercilessly.
SMMAAACCKKK!!!! Kim delivered a left handed slap with the back of her hand to Sophia’s cheek and face.
The blow tuned Sophia’s head and, in fact, turned her around. Sophia’s knees began to buckle. Sophia now had her back to Kim and was momentarily stunned. This allowed Kim to yank the jacket off of Sophia, leaving her in only her bra. Kim then unhooked the bra and Sophia’s huge tits flopped out loose. Kim then grabbed Sophia by her soft upper arms and shook her. This caused Sophia’s huge tits to flop all over the place, much to the delight of Kim and the men watching. Kim then reached around in front of Sophia and latched firmly onto both of Sophia’s tits. She squeezed them hard and twisted them. She moved her fingers onto Sophia’s nipples and pulled hard on them. Sophia’s huge tits were extended way out. Kim them rubbed the nipples between her fingers, pinched them and twisted them. Kim wanted revenge for the pounding Sophia had given her breasts which were still throbbing with pain.
Finally Kim released Sophia’s nipples and grabbed her fleshy arm to spin her around to face her. Kim wanted to pound Sophia’s breasts and stomach now that they were unprotected by the heavy jacket. Unfortunately, Kim she had spent too much time mauling Sophia’s tits and nipples and gave Sophia time to regain her strength after Kim’s hard slap. Sophia was feinting being woozy and was preparing a surprise for Kim. When Kim pulled her around by the arm Sophia also spun herself with her right fist fully cocked.
WHOOMPPPPHHH!!! "WHOSH! Uunnggghh!" Sophia drove her fist hard into Kim’s firm belly with her full weight behind it. Kim doubled over as the air rushed from her lungs with a loud but quick (whoosh). The blow sent Kim flying backward until her beautiful ass hit the pool table. Sophia charged after Kim to try and finish her off. She was still trying to catch her breath as she prepared for Sophia’s charge.
BLLAAAATT!!! "WHHOOSSSHH! Oooooaafffff!" Kim raised her leg and kicked Sophia square in the stomach as Sophia raced toward her.
Kim shoved her high heels into Sophia’s softer gut and extended her leg. This not only slowly knocked the wind out of Sophia but sent her flying backward onto her full, ample ass. A resounding SPLAT! and THUD! rang out as Sophia landed hard on her beautiful, sexy butt.
Kim was half leaning and half sitting on the edge of the pool table. She was bent over with her hands on her knees gasping for air. Her breasts were throbbing with pain from the pounding Sophia had given them. Kim’s breasts had been exposed early and were an inviting target for Sophia which Sophia made the best of. Kim’s stomach was also aching like it had never ached before. Sophia had landed quite a few hard punches to her firm belly and abs and had softened them up. They were only covered with a think silk gown which offered almost no protection. It was like pounding directly on the flesh. The last powerful blow, with Sophia’s full weight and momentum behind it, had driven deep into her stomach and done quite a bit of damage which Kim was feeling now. Every heave of her chest in and out as she gasped for air only added to the pain of her breasts and stomach. Even her pussy hurt a little as Sophia had aimed a few blows between Kim’s legs. The only good news was that her face wasn’t in bad shape. Sophia’s face slapping was something Kim could tolerate.
Sophia sat on her butt at first, also with her chest heaving in and out as she gasped for air. That was quite a sight to behold – watching Sophia’s breasts as her chest expanded and contracted. She then laid down on her back to get her breath and recuperate. Her breasts and stomach were sore for Kim could punch quite hard. But she had been fortunate in wearing a very heavy wool jacket and skirt, combined with a substantial bra. This had protected her body quite a bit. Sophia’s breasts and belly were sore but nothing like Kim’s.
True, Kim had humiliated Sophia to some degree and caused her pain by squeezing and pinched her breasts and nipples in front of everyone, but her pain was only momentary - unlike the pulverizing Sophia given to Kim’s tits. The kick to her gut had done some damage, especially because of the high heel that Kim drove keep into Sophia’s stomach as she lifted her in the air and dumped Sophia on her ass. Sophia’s breasts and belly were now exposed and unprotected. But her blow to Kim’s gut had prevented Kim from taking advantage of that fact. The part of Sophia that hurt the most was her face which was still stinging from Kim’s hard slaps. This made Sophia furious as she thought that Kim might have left some permanent marks on her face. However Kim had been careful to only hit with the open hand so Sophia’s this should not have been a big concern. Split lips heal quite quickly.
The two women were glad for a brief respite to recuperate. The fight had stopped after both women took devastating blows to their gut; Kim, a debilitating punch to her stomach and Sophia, a vicious high-heel kick to hers. The room was noisy with chatter from the spectators, both male and female.
Except for a few biased, die-hard Kim fans, the general consensus was that Sophia had gotten the better of Kim so far. They agreed that Sophia’s body punches had taken their toll on Kim while Kim’s most effective attack, her slaps, stun like hell but did little to wear Sophia down. The crowd all liked the tit mauling that Kim did to Sophia’s exposed, huge tits and hoped to see more. The men like it for obvious reasons and the women because part of the domination of one woman over another is to attack her sexual body parts. The crowd thought Sophia had won the physical battle to this pint and Kim had the slight edge on humiliation.
The actions by Kim and Sophia seemed to support the conclusions of the audience. Kim leaned with her butt on the edge of the pool table. She had gotten her wind back but was still panting heavily with some groans and moan. Every once in awhile she massaged her sore tits and belly. But for the most part she just sat there, panting and staring down at the floor with her hands on her knees. On the other hand, Sophia had pretty much recovered. She sat up again and looked at Kim and the state Kim was in. Sophia was no longer panting but merely breathing hard – the type of breathing that occurs from physical assertion. She no longer felt any real pain in her body, neither breasts nor stomach. Kim had never hit her between the legs so her pussy was in great shape besides her pussy was still protected by the heavy wool skirt. Sophia looked down and admired her big lovely, undamaged breasts compared to what she considered Kim’s sorry excuse for tits (and they were damaged at that.)
Sophia knew she had the advantage and didn’t want to give Kim any more time to recover. She got up slowly and quietly approached Kim. Kim was staring down at the floor and moaning so she didn’t see Sophia approach. With the sound made by her own panting and the murmuring of the crowd, Kim also did not hear Sophia approaching. So she was startled when Sophia suddenly straddled her legs (extended from the sitting and leaning position), squeezed them and pressed her body up against Kim’s to trap Kim in place. Kim hadn’t recovered enough to really fight back and Sophia knew it so she continued to press her advantage.
Kim was still breathing hard and having trouble catching her breath, so Sophia grabbed Kim’s head, using a handful of hair and pulled her face deep into the valley of her full breasts. Sophia’s soft tit flesh completely enveloped Kim’s mouth and nose, preventing her from getting air. Kim made some weak attempts at struggling, but Sophia’s thighs and body kept her from moving or doing much. Kim couldn’t slap Sophia’s face because of the proximity of their bodies with Kim’s face buried in Sophia’s chest. Kim could have thrown some kidney punches, but she wasn’t thinking clearly; more interested in trying to recover now that Sophia was smothering her.
Sophia was really enjoying humiliating Kim and smothering her with her tits. (It’s a woman thing, using her sexually explicit tits to dominate a female opponent.)
Sophia thought, "My tits are better than her - they’re making her suffer!"
Kim was struggling weakly and futilely. Sophia was enjoying the feeling of her body controlling Kim’s. Sophia could feel Kim’s body start to go limp as oxygen was denied to her lungs. It wouldn’t be long until Kim past out and Sophia would do anything to her she wanted to. Almost by instinct and as a last desperate moved, Kim reached behind Sophia’s back with both arms. She grabbed Sophia’s long, lovely black hair and yanked Sophia’s heard back as hard as she could under her current physical condition.
"OWWW! Stop that you bitch!"
Kim didn’t pull Sophia’s head back very far but it was enough to give her a small breathing space. Kim quickly gulped a few much needed breaths of air like a drowning person whose mouth and nose suddenly clear the water. Sophia was able to pull her head back after the initial surprise and gleefully smothered Kim with her breasts again. Kim again yanked Sophia’s head back, this time a little harder and further as she her strength was returning. The small amount of oxygen she got was clearing her head and she was started to think and strategist better to get out of her currently hopeless position. Again Sophia forced Kim into her tits and again Kim yanked back harder and further.
Sophia could see that she was not going to keep Kim under control if this see-saw head yanking and tit smothering continue. So she pulled Kim’s head away from her chest while she was plotting her next move. Kim tried to slap Sophia’s face with her right hand since she now had some room to swing her arm. But Kim was still slowed down by her condition and Sophia easily caught Kim’s wrist with her hand. Sophia then pulled Kim down, bending her back over the pool table until her head and back where on the table. She kept ahold of Kim’s wrist so Kim couldn’t use it as a weapon.
Trying to push Sophia away, Kim’s left arm had been trapped between their bodies. But because of their relative positions, Sophia’s tits no longer covered Kim’s face. Her body slide down Kim’s because of the angle and relative position on the pool table. As Sophia leaned forward, Kim was bent backward and Sophia could no longer use her body to hold Kim in place as dominantly as she had before.
Sophia still had Kim’s thighs trapped between her thighs but couldn’t squeeze as hard because she no longer had the same leverage. Kim was recovering rapidly and was now able to also start using her powerful thighs and legs to move Sophia back and forth. Sophia was afraid that Kim would be able to work herself free, or, even worse, turn them both over and reverse positions with Kim on top. In fact Sophia’s fears were well founded. Kim was wiggling and squirming and slowly working herself free. More importantly she was getting more room to maneuver and operate. Sophia was not strong enough to keep ahold of Kim’s wrist. Kim whipped her hand free.
SMACK! "Ouch!" Kim managed to give Sophia a hard, unexpected slap.
Kim was definitely recovering and getting back in the match. Kim was rocking her and Sophia more and more and getting freer and freer. Because her body had slipped down Sophia was no longer able to provide the pressure needed to immobilize Kim. Kim worked her other arm free and now could slap and hit with both arms. Kim was once again able to use her best weapon - the punch and the slap. Sophia raised her body to try and position herself better.
WHAM! WHAP! "Oowwww!" "FUCK!!" Kim was able to land two hard jabs to Sophia’s tits.
SMACK! THWAP! "Eeekk!" Sophia returned fire, her fist targeting Kim’s breasts.
Now you may think that Sophia would have the advantage in this exchange of punches and slaps. Quite the opposite was true. Resting on the pool table, Kim was able to throw hard, short jabs while Sophia had to maintain her pressure and balance on Kim, otherwise Kim would escape. Furthermore, Kim’s boxing exercises taught her how to throw short, quick, powerful jabs. Sophia was more used to roundhouse swings from the previous fights she had been in. She had no training in punching with short jabs. it now was Kim’s turn to start battering Sophia’s flopping bare breasts. She couldn’t hit Sophia in the stomach because of the proximity of their bodies. However now that Kim’s breath and strength had returned she was able to lift Sophia high enough off her with one hand and punch with the other.
Kim was incredibility strong for a ‘frail actress’ as Sophia was rapidly finding out. Kim was really enjoying pounding away on Sophia’s tits and slapping her face. Every now and then Kim emphasized that she was getting back in the match by reaching up and squeezing or pinching Sophia’s nipples. A twist now and then added to the pain. But Sophia was in a for tit pinched and squeezing. So Kim abandoned that tactic to go back to throwing punches and slaps. Sophia would have to release her tits in order to try and block Kim’s punches or hit back. But she knew just what to do to prevent Kim’s escape - and get her back under control.
THUD!! "Arrrghhh!" Sophia grabbed Kim’s hair with both hands, raised Kim’s head off the felt and then slammed it down on the hard, slate table. Sophia kept hammering Kim’s head against the table harder and harder.
CLUNK!!! "OWWW! Oohhh nooooo!" Kim groaned. The head pounding was taking a toll!
CLUNK!!! "YEOOWWW! SHIT! That’s cheating you filthy, dirty cunt! You cheat at pool and you cheat fighting!" Kim yelled, realizing her position was untenable.
"HA HA HA! What do you think this is, you silly slut; a friendly tussle in the park? This is a catfight; there are no rules. You’ll take your punishment and shut up. And speaking of dirty fighting…take THIS!"
THUD!!!! WHOMP!!!!!. Sophia kept up the head pounding, slamming Kim’s head harder each time.
Kim didn’t make a sound, not even a groan; she was barely conscious. It was a tribute to her strong will and fighting spirit that she hadn’t completely passed out. But she was definitely incapacitated; unable to fight back or put up any resistance. The room was spinning and her head was throbbing!
Seeing that Kim was barely conscious or even momentarily knocked out, Sophia quickly leaped down, kicked off her shoes and jumped back up onto the table. She pulled Kim completely up onto the table by the hair, laying her on her back.
"Ooooohhhhhh." Kim gave a low, weak, mournful sign. She was regaining consciousness. Sophia couldn’t have that! She interlocked her fingers and brought her doubled fists down on Kim’s already battered belly.
WHAP!!! "Ooooaaffffff!"! Kim cried out involuntarily as the air rushed from her lungs.
BOFFFF!!! "WoooFFFFF"! Sophia delivered a second, even harder, blow to Kim’s gut and she let out an even louder grunt although it was purely reflective given her state. But Sophia wasn’t done! She raised her arms high and hammered a double fist chop as hard as she could between Kim’s open legs.
WHAAMMMM!!! "YEEEOOOOWWW WW"!!!! roared the semi-conscious blonde. Sophia repeated the pussy punishing pounding several more times, eliciting similar roars from Kim but growing progressively weaker.
"Guess I haven’t paid enough attention to THAT," Sophia muttered without sympathy. "Sorry about that. No reason your slutty cunt shouldn’t hurt as much as the rest. Now try using it to get a part. HA HA!" WHAPP! "There! THAT should take care of you for awhile; you fucking little blonde wimp! You ARE a little wimp, aren’t you Kimmie?"
Kim had finally, mercifully, lapsed into unconsciousness and was unable to respond. On-lookers were afraid she may have had a concussion but, fortunately, that didn’t happen, although she had headaches for several days afterward. She clearly would have to be checked out in an emergency room after the fight for precautionary purposes!
We should have stopped the fight at this point because Kim could have been seriously injured. Maybe it was the sadism; maybe because we were enjoying the fight too much; maybe it was because we hoped Kim would find a way back - though that was unlikely; or maybe it was just because some were thrilled at the sight of this hot, brunette Italian sexpot beating a cool, extremely sexy, Chicago blonde. In reality, it was a combination of all those reasons that we didn’t stop the fight and watched Kim continue to take her beating.
With Kim unable to resist, Sophia ripped off Kim’s already shredded flimsy clothing. She wanted Kim entirely naked with her pussy exposed. In those days, even actresses didn’t shave and Kim had a beautiful thatch of short, blonde curlies! Sophia then removed her own wool skirt which was too tight and confining for what she planned. Besides, she wanted us to see HER long, gorgeous legs which she considered superior to Kim’s. Some of us didn’t agree with Sophia and thought Kim had the perfect legs: long, firm, well shaped and still powerful. But, of course, we appreciated Sophia exposing both pairs for us to compare.
Sophia no longer felt she needed the protection the heavy, thick skirt afforded her pussy since Kim was in no position to take advantage of her. To our dismay, she didn’t remove her tiny light pink panties - again, a woman thing. She wanted Kim exposed but not herself as further humiliation. Sophia’s black, very bushy thatch was clearly visible through the sheer material and much of it spilled out around the gussets. Sophia had a very big and very dark bush compared to Kim’s delicate, blonde one and everyone wanted to see them side by side…for comparison purposes only, naturally.
Sophia stood, straddling Kim and looking down at her. She slapped her face a few times to wake her up; wanting her conscious so she’d be aware of her womanly domination. Sophia planned to drop into a full body press on Kim, smothering her whole body and crushing Kim’s tits with her bigger, magnificent tits. A great deal of the pleasure in dominated another woman this way was to feel her body struggling uselessly under yours, trying frantically to escape but to no avail as you pressed and grinded on her body from tit-to-tit, belly-to-belly, and pelvis-to-pelvis.
When the slapping didn’t revive Kim Sophia asked for a glass of beer and her most avid supporter handed her a tankard of dark beer. Sophia knew this would ruin the table top, but it was worth it to her. She could easily afford to replace it, especially after news and pictures of this fight became public - there were photographers and reporters covering Kim’s charity event who were front and center for the fight. It turned out Kim was doing ‘charity’ for Sophia and helping her career while simultaneously damaging her own being so thoroughly dominated and humiliated by Sophia.
Sophia could imagine the headlines: "Italian sex bomb knocks current box office star and beauty queen from her throne!
The story would say: "Sophia Loren had little trouble in demolishing Kim Novak, humiliating her and teaching her not to sass back or question Sophia’s integrity. Kim had no chance against the magnificent Sophia and was forced to do Sophia’s bidding. Trust me, folks, this hot, Italian wildcat made mince meat of the hapless Novak. This reporter doubts Kim will be able to sow her face in public for quite some time. There’s no doubt a new box office star is in the making."
Of course, several fantastic action photos would accompany the article if the publisher would allow such sexual explicit photos.
The fight was turning out better than Sophia had hoped. First, she was humiliating Kim who she hated for being the number one box office star over her, especially since she considered Kim a manufactured star with no talent as an actress, so humiliating her in front of those who had created ‘Kim Novak’ gave her added pleasure. Second, it was great publicity! Every time she and Kim appeared in public forever after, fans would know who had dominated whom.
’Especially Kim,’ thought Sophia.
Sophie stood up as erect as she could and poured the beer with her hand raised shoulder high. She poured very slowly, letting the amber liquid cascade down onto Kim to extend the photo op as long as possible and make the visual effect as startling as possible. She also wanted to enjoy pouring beer on Kim for as long as possible. The beer splashed onto Kim’s face and ran through her hair - a serendipitous occurrence that increased Sophia’s enjoyment. The thick beer turned Kim’s platinum blonde hair into a tangled, sticky mess. Sophia knew the next time she yanked Kim’s wet hair it would hurt that much more. She would also enjoy Kim’s bedraggled appearance after the fight when it would be clear who the winner was just by looking at the blonde’s soggy hair.
When the beer hit Kim’s face she awoke with a start. At first she didn’t know where she was or what was happening. What she did know was that her head felt like it was going to explode; someone was beating on her stomach with a jackhammer; and there was a roaring fire in her box. She opened her mouth to take a breath of air only to have beer fill it up and make her choke and cough. What was happening here? Was this just a nightmare? But the pain was all too real for any dream.
As her senses slowly returned she looked up and say Sophia’s grinning and smirking face staring down at her. It all came back to her in a flash. She knew she was in serious trouble and that Sophia would humiliate her in front of her fans and friends. Sophia didn’t give her time to even consider how to escape as she tossed the glass to her admirer and dropped full force onto Km’s gut.
WHUNNGG! WHOOSH!!!! "Uunnggghhh!"! the air was once again knocked out of Kim. Would she ever be able to get a good breath of air again? Sophia waited until Kim started breathing again. Then she bounced several times on Kim’s gut again.
"Oaff! Ungh!!" grunted Kim each time.
Sophia was softening up Kim so she couldn’t make any countermoves. She had her helpless and wanted to keep her that way.
"Aarrghhh! Oowww!"! Sophia bounced again but this time on Kim’s chest.
It wasn’t a hard bounce (no broken ribs) but still caused great pain to Kim’s already sore and battered breasts. Sophia then easily moved into a schoolgirl pin. Kim was awake but too physically beaten at this time to offer any real resistance. Sophia’s schoolgirl pin pressed the back of battered Kim’s head even harder onto the felt. Sophia planted her knees squarely on Kim’s biceps. They were strong, firm and of good size, with a very nice round, feminine shape - exquisite as only a strong, feminine woman’s biceps should be. Ironically, if Kim been weak with soft biceps, Sophia’s grinding wouldn’t have hurt her as much. As Sophia’s knees and shins squeezed Kim’s biceps, she rolled her shins back and forth which made this rocking motion even more painful as the bone dug into Kim’s firm, hard muscle.
"Ooowww! Ooohhhhh! Please stop. You’re hurting my arms, I can’t take anymore pain. Please stop, pleeeaaassee!"
"You didn’t say ‘pretty please’. Beg, Kimmie, BEG! You can do better than that. Come on, say it like you mean it and I may let you up. HA HA HA HA!"
"Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?" Kim wailed. Hearing Kim beg and complain that she couldn’t take anymore pain was music to Sophia’s ears.
"Hear the great Kim Novak plead for mercy? HA HA! I love it! You are supposed to be one of the toughest actresses around but you’re just a weak little girl who can’t take pain. Go ahead - cry, little girl."
Sophia was enjoying herself more and more as she squeezed her thighs against Kim’s face, forcing her to look up directly into her eyes. Sophia had big thighs and Kim’s face was barely visible between them. She wanted this eye to eye contact to further intimidate and humiliate Kim. What she saw on Kim’s face surprised her. Sophia say pain and frustration at being in a hopeless situation. But she did not see fear she had expected. So even though she had berated Kim’s bravery vocally she had to admire her spunk.
The thought momentarily occurred to Sophia, ‘Perhaps she is too stupid to realize the danger she is in.’ Sophia thought that but she didn’t really believe it.
Some of us who had known Kim and her fighting spirit couldn’t understand why Kim was pleading for mercy and asking Sophia to stop. Sure Kim had been battered and had her head pounded close to a conclusion. But we had never seen Kim beg so much even when she had had tears streaming from her eyes. What we and Sophia didn’t know was that it was an act. Of course Kim was in great pain and wanted nothing more than for Sophia to get off her and stop torturing her. But she could grit her teeth and take the punishment without pleading.
Under normal conditions, Kim would pass out before pleading for mercy. Her mind was beginning to clear. She was in a desperate situation and knew she did not have the physical capability to escape at this time. If she could buy some time she might recuperate enough to do something. She also knew that Sophia wanted to hear her begging and pleading, considering it a sign of weakness and a sign that she was in complete control. Kim hoped that her groveling would make Sophia relax, be less on guard, and perhaps even get careless. Kim was a better actress that we had given her credit for, even us fans.
However Kim’s pleading seemed to have the opposite effect she had hoped for. Perhaps Kim wasn’t thinking as clearly as she thought she was or perhaps Kim didn’t know how much of a true bully Sophia was. Kim’s groveling brought out the bully in Sophia even more. Sophia was enjoying hearing Kim beg for mercy. Rather than relaxing she increased the pressure on Kim’s face and then on her biceps. She rolled her shins back and forth across Kim’s biceps knowing she was causing Kim great pain. She even bounced up and down on them. .Kim had done lots of damage to her with those arms and she was going to punish them.
"You won’t be thrown any hard punches after I’m done with your arms. Now if you didn’t have such strong biceps this wouldn’t hurt as much. Consider that for our next encounter, and, believe me, there will be a next encounter." It didn’t look like Sophia was going to get careless after all.
Although it appeared differently, Kim’s strategy was working. Sophia was enjoying the humiliation of her schoolgirl pin on Kim and enjoying even more inflicting pain on her biceps. But she had stopped hammering Kim’s head, belly punching her, and slamming her pussy. Kim was getting her faculties back and also getting her wind back. The oxygen fell good in her lungs even if it hurt to breath. Her biceps were now burning with pain and her head was still throbbing, but she was recovering, slowly but not too surely.
Sophia was still rolling back and forth on Kim’s upper arms. At one point Kim sensed Sophia getting too high on her as she rolled forward. Kim gathered her strength, set her powerful legs, and bridged as hard as she could. This sent Sophia tipping forward and she had to brace herself with both hands.
SPLAT! Sophia’s hands hit the table top and Kim continued to bridge until she suddenly screamed and her body collapsed back onto the felt-covered slate.
"YEEOOWW! THUD!
Normally Kim would have continued bridging for she can bridge very high with her powerful abs and thighs. She would have sent Sophia forward, twisted out from underneath her and escaped. But Kim hadn’t taken account how much she’d been weakened when the back of her head and been pounded on the table. The slightest pressure increased the pain tremendously. As she bridged, Kim raised up onto the back of her head as her neck arched. The moment the battered and bruised spot came in contact with the slate due to the pressure of her bridge, the pain became excruciating and she collapsed involuntarily.
It was a great move - but it didn’t work and it was a warning to Sophia. Kim was stronger than she thought and was rapidly recovering. She had to be careful to keep her weight on Kim and not get too cute in trying to destroy her biceps. Fortunately Kim had dropped before she could unseat Sophia and Sophia settled back on Kim, moving down onto her tits which she enjoyed squashing anyway. Sophia bounced and wiggled for effect and to let Kim know she was still in control.
Sophia then slid her body down Kim’s into a complete bodypress. Sophia positioned her tits over Kim’s and lowered them down. Her full, fleshy breasts completely covered Kim’s smaller ones. Sophia pressed her belly against Kim’s. She completed the dominating pin by pressing her pelvis hard into Kim’s. She now had Kim covered, breast to breast, belly to belly and pussy to pussy. She grabbed both sides of Kim’s head by the hair, pulled her head up slightly, then shoved it back against the slate.
CLUNK!! "OOHHOOWWW!" The head slam wasn’t very hard, just enough to remind Kim of what could happen to her. However, the pain Kim felt didn’t reflect the force of the blow. Given the beating the back of her head had already taken, the pain was debilitating. "Ooooohhh noooooooooooo…" she gave a long, soft, wail of despair that faded like the wind.
But her despair would get far worse. Hearing Kim moan like that served to invigorate Sophia. She held onto Kim’s soggy hair, holding her head in place and lowered her face so their noses barely touched. She starred directly into Kim’s eyes to emphasis her dominance of Kim, both physical and sexual.
"I’ve got you right where I want you, Kimmie. You are my slave now and I am going to do with you what I want. I am going to make the most of this and there is noting you can do about it."
Sophia was true to her word. She rubbed her tits back and forth across Kim’s. She pressed and rubbed her belly on Kim’s. She ground her pussy back and forth against Kim’s. Sophia kept this up for probably over 10 minutes. She loved feeling Kim squirm underneath her. Every now and then she would clunk Kim’s head on the slate, especially when Kim started to squirm too much or showing signs of recovering too much. Each time the pain shot through Kim’s head like a lightening bolt. If she had any thoughts of fighting to get free, this was a reminder that Sophia could knock her out anytime she wanted.
It was a balancing act for Sophia. She wanted Kim weak enough so she could easily dominate her. Yet, she wanted Kim aware enough of what was happening to her. She wanted to feel her squirm and fight uselessly but not too much. Sophia had Kim right where she wanted her and was in heaven. She had achieved her goals way beyond her expectations. She was getting more publicity than she could have dreamed of otherwise. More importantly she was dominating the great Kim Novak, both physically and sexually. She had Kim helpless and her slave. This gave her the most enjoyment.
On the other hand, Kim was in hell. She was in excruciating pain, especially her head. The pain she could handle, if just barely. What she hated most was the humiliation, especially in front of her friends and fans. She didn’t really care about the press that much, they were bastards who were always putting her and her skills down. She hated being under Sophia the way she was and for being helpless to do anything about it. She started chastising herself for being so stupid as to get into this position. Sure, Sophia was bigger, but Kim felt she should have been able to handle her. She was a fool to fall for Sophia’s dirty tricks and allow Sophia to get into position to pound her head into oblivion. Now there was little she could do. Anytime she started to make progress towards escaping, Sophia would pound her head and almost put her under again. Kim’s despair was increasing but it would get worse yet.
Kim was in pain, was frustrated and felt humiliated. Sophia was in ecstasy. She continued her grinding and bodypressing, getting more sexually excited all the time. She was a hot Italian woman after all. Sophia held Kim’s head in place and pressed her full lips down on Kim’s. This was not just a pick, but quickly turned into a full open mouth, violent kiss. Sophia forced her tongue into Kim’s mouth. Sophia’s domination of Kim was complete as even her tongue was dominating Kim’s tongue pushing it all over her mouth. Under normal conditions Kim might have enjoyed this. She was a very physical person and responded to physical touch and stimulation But the pressure of Sophia’s kiss forced Kim’s head hard down on the table.
The pain became overwhelming. Just as Kim thought it could get no worse, Sophia started to move her mouth all over Kim’s, rocking Kim’s head in the violent kiss. The pain increased even more and Kim’s despair continued to build inside her until she was almost at the point of giving up. The pain was unbearable, she was being humiliated unmercifully and there was nothing she could do about it.
Her despair grew until teas filled her eyes. Kim fought against the urge to cry as hard as she could, knowing that once she started it would explode into full blown, uncontrolled blubbering that she’d never be able to stop; the height of humiliation! Just as she was about to give in and start bawling, she found some inner strength to resist. Perhaps it was false hope, but she began to believe that - somehow - she’d find a way be victorious over Sophia in the end. It was probably her immense pride, positive attitude, and strong will talking; since her situation certainly seemed hopeless. But Kim had built her reputation on being opinionated and strong willed on the set and her new resolve seemed to reflect her strong will. Shecertainly didn’t lack for heart and determination.
Sophia continued her physical and sexual domination of Kim more and more. However she was getting bored because she thought Kim had giving up too easily and wasn’t struggling enough. She decided to inflect more pain on Kim to try and inspire Kim to fight back harder. Dominating Kim’s body with hers was great but she wanted to feel Kim’s body wiggling, squirming, and struggling under hers in a futile effort to fight back.
Again, it was the desire for that delicate balance where she would allow Kim to get strong enough to almost escape and then she would assert her dominance one way another and reduce Kim back into a hopeless position. Sophia’s sadistic nature was enjoying giving Kim some hope and then taking it away. Sophia believed that this would completely destroy Kim’s will in the end. She thought Kim would never want to fight her again. Indeed, she believed that shivers would run throughout Kim’s body in the future anytime they were in close proximity. Sophia wanted her domination of Kim to be mental as well as physical. Sophia had found the physical domination to be rather easy, perhaps too disappointingly easy, but Kim’s mental spirit seemed to be beyond human endurance. Sophia was having trouble breaking Kim’s spirit although she certainly did have her close to complete despair. She just couldn’t remove that last ounce of fighting spirit from Kim.
To amuse herself, Sophia decided to get revenge for the mauling Kim had given breasts tits earlier. Sophia felt that she had never returned in kind what Kim had done to her. But first she had to soften Kim up and keep her off balance. Another head clunk would be too severe and might knock Kim out. Sophia wanted Kim to know what she was doing and to feel the pain. Having her unconscious would just not do. So Sophia started slapping Kim back and forth across the face with one hand, using the palm one way and the backhand on the return. Kim was not in position to slap back so Sophia was not worried abut getting into another slapping contest.
"SMACK! Ouch! SPLAT! Owww! SLAP! Eek! !BLAT! Eeooww! SMACK! Oh shit! WHACK! Someone please help me!"
These slaps were delivered in rapid succession. Sophia continue to work over Kim’s face until her cheeks turned a bright red. Kim’s face stung and now was as sore as the rest of her body parts. Then suddenly BOFF! Arrghhh! Sohia had hauled off and punched Kim right on the nose. She didn’t break it but blood started to stream out of Kim’s nose. To add insult to injury, Sophia used a shred of Kim’s clothing left on the table. She used the cloth to transfer the blood from Kim’s face to her hair. Kim’s hair became a soggy, tangled mess of beer, blood, and straggling locks of hair. She was a mess, no doubt about it. Punching in the face had been out of bounds for the fight up until now. But Sophia was getting more and more aggressive.
Sophia thought, ‘What is a catfight without a bloody nose. Better her pointy nose than my gorgeous one! Well, Kimmie, I guess your image as a glamour queen will be over when these pictures hit the street!’
Sophia turned her attention to Kim’s breasts. She reached between their bodies and grabbed both tits. Simultaneously she lifted her right leg over Kim’s left leg and landed a knee to Kim’s pussy.
WONK! "Oh god, noooo! You fucking, BITCH!"
Kim’s snatch was already burning with pain and this blow made the pain so great that Kim was getting woozy again. Sophia had inflected a lot of pain on Kim but, surprisingly, Kim was actually recovering. Sophia was so bent on dominating Kim body to body and then inflicting pain on her breasts and crotch that she had forgotten all about slamming her head or punching her in the gut. True, she had slapped Kim silly and bloodied her nose. But slaps are not like punches – they sting like hell and may even knock you off your feet if you are unprepared for them – but they don’t knock you out. Kim just gritted her teeth and bore the pain. Fortunately for her, Sophia returned to the body pressing that was giving her mental and physical enjoyment. Having her body brutalize Kim’s body was the ultimate woman to woman domination in Sophia’s mind.
In her groggy state Kim made a big miscalculation. She waanted desperately, even frantically, to get Sophia off of her. She reached up and grabbed Sophia’s long, luscious black hair and yanked to the side, trying to pull Sophia over. Sophia calmly grabbed Kim by the hair, pulled her head up and CLUNK! CONK! Kim was back in a barely conscious state.
"I told you I would knock you out if you tried anything. Don’t you listen? You are a dumb blonde, about as stupid as you are weak. You’re helpless against me, admit it! Try anything again and I’ll smash your nose flat, not to mention what I’ll do to your eyes. There’s no way for you to escape so just lie there, Kimmie, and just enjoy my body all over yours."
Unfortunately for Kim, what Sophia was saying was abundantly clear to Kim at the moment. In her groggy state all Lo, could do was to let out her long, painful, mournful wail…"Oooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Having put Kim back into a barely conscious state, Sophia again proceeded to various forms of torture including, but not limited to, hair hauling, face flapping, tit torturing, pussy pulling, and what ever else she could think of. But she didn’t touch Kim’s nose again. Bloodying her nose had been fine, but Kim’s nose had stopped bleeding and Sophia didn’t want blood all over her own luscious body. When the photographs showed up later, Sophia didn’t want people to mistake the blood for hers. "Too bad you’re not awake enough to enjoy this, Kimmie. I’m sure you would love my body on yours, that is, unless you really are the cold fish you often portrait in your movies. Maybe you’re cast in those parts because it’s not really acting but comes naturally to you. Perhaps it is the perfect type casting."
Once again this bodypressing allowed Kim to come to her senses but very slowly. How many times could her head be battered on the table before she got a concussion or passed out for good? Sophia was enjoying herself immensely and enjoying thinking about the sight that others, especially reporters, must be observing. She was rubbing her body all over Kim’s from breast to clit. As Kim got more alert Sophia felt Kim squirming, trying desperately to escape. That increased her pleasure even more. Sophia was too heavy and Kim too weak to try bridging and rolling. Besides, if she did this Sophia would merely ram her head against the slate again. Kim knew her head couldn’t take much more of a beating.
"What am I to do?" thought Kim. "If I try anything she’ll just pound me into oblivion. I can’t take anymore head pounding nor can I take much more pain inflicted on my body. Is my situation as helpless and hopeless as it seems? There must be something I can do, but what?" Kim continued to rest and recuperate as Sophia had fun with her; getting more and more stimulated. "Perhaps she’ll get careless again. At least the beating has stopped. I can take this." Kim’s mind was becoming more and more alert. She was thinking rationally again and was as smart as she was strong.
Sophia may have thought she was a dumb blonde but nothing was further from the truth. Of course Sophia was no dummy and was almost as strong as Kim. The pain kept Kim from getting sexually stimulated and this turned out to be an advantage for Kim. Sophia was getting more and more excited all the time. So was now more interested in fulfilling her desires than in thinking what she should be doing to keep Kim under control. For the first time in a very, very long time, Kim had become more alert and was thinking more clearly than the sexually excited Sophia. She formulated a plan in her mind but still had to wait until she was strong enough to execute it. Besides, the longer she waited the more stimulated Sophia would get and the less she able she would be to counter Kim’s attack.
When Kim had recovered enough she suddenly clamped a powerful bearhug on Sophia. She pulled Sophia hard, grinding her firm tits into Sophia’s softer ones. But the intent of this bearhug was not to cause Sophia to submit. That was hardly likely since, contrary to many men’s fantasies, you cannot apply enough pressure to cause another reasonably strong woman to submit. The intent of the bearhug was to hold Sophia close to her so that Sophia was not able to lift up to get enough room to slam Kim’s head on the table top. Sophia reached behind her back to try and pry Kim’s locked fingers apart. She got ahold of Kim’s little finger and bent it back.
"Ooww!" Kim cried out in pain. She wrested her finger free and grabbed Sophia’s right wrist and forearm with both her hands.
Kim proceeded to force Sophia’s arm up and behind her in a hammerlock or chickenwing. "God that hurts!! STOP! STOP! You’re breaking my fucking arm, you BITCH!"
Kim said nothing in return, instead concentrating on pulling Sophia’s arm up and away from her body. This forced Sophia to roll with the arm to keep it from getting broken. As they rolled to their sides, Kim was able to throw her magnificent leg up and over Sophia. Her athletic ability then allowed her to swing her beauty, round, big, firm butt up and over Sophia. She rolled Sophia onto her back with Sophia’s arm still bent in a chickenwing behind her. Sophia landed on her bent arm with the weight of both her body and Kim’s on the twisted arm.
"YEEEOOWWWW!" Pain shot up Sophia’s elbow, through her arm and into her shoulder. "You’ve broken my arm, you, fucking cunt!" Her arm wasn’t broken - but it wouldn’t be much use for awhile. Now it was Kim who was body on body. But Kim was not interested in the type of pleasure that Sophia had. For Kim it was a matter of survival, not one of getting pleasure from domination and humiliation. No such thoughts of glory when you’re fighting for your life, which is what Kim knew she was doing. It took all Kim’s effort, strength, and athletic ability to keep Sophia in place. .Kim did not try to slap Sophia, pull her hair, or maul her tits and cunt. It was all she could do to keep Sophia from freeing her arms and attacking her. In fact, Kim couldn’t always hold onto Sophia’s arms. Sophia was strong enough to work one free, usually the less painful left arm. Then she’d pull on Kim’s straggly, beer and blood encrusted hair, trying to pull Kim over. She also tried to punch Kim; the most effective being those to Kim’s kidneys although an occasional blow landed on Kim’s sore head.
The pain was so great on Kim’s battered head that she almost lost control of Sophia. But somehow Kim would manage to gain control of Sophia’s wrist and force her arm back down. This took all of Kim’s concentration and effort so she couldn’t take the chance on torturing Sophia in other ways. She just didn’t dare let Sophia get her arms free anymore than she already was doing.
When Sophia was on top of Kim she had the advantage of an additional 27 pounds. Sophia also kept Kim on the verge of unconsciousness which afforded her the opportunity to torture Kim without any fear that Kim would escape or mount an effective counterattack. Kim was too light to hold Sophia down by weight alone. Sophia was also in good shape, both physically and mentally. Other than her right arm, which was recovering, Sophia had not taken any serious beating, unlike the battered and bruised Kim.
Sophia was starting to bridge and twist under the lighter Kim. It took all of Kim’s balance and athletic ability to keep from being thrown off or rolled over. Kim started to fear that one of these times Sophia would be able to roll them over. That would be disastrous for Kim. But there was one part of Kim that was in good shape and had taken no beating. This was her magnificent legs, and they were magnificent – big, firm, powerful thighs that were still very feminine and shapely. No cellulite her. Her calves were also well defined with a nice curve to them. She had very strong legs but they were those of a woman, not a bodybuilder. Sophia’s legs were arguable an equal match for Kim’s in sexiness and shape and were slightly longer. Some would argue they were better than Kim’s and others would argue they preferred Kim’s.
No matter. What happened next was more important to us voyeurs. Kim managed to wrap her legs around Sophia’s in one of the best grapevine pins I have even seen. Maybe it was great just because of the sight of these two sets of magnificent gams being intertwined. I have always been a leg man and always fantasized of women with gorgeous legs going thigh to thigh against each other. I suspect I share this fantasy with many men and women. The picture of these two spectacular legs intertwined was almost too much for me to bear. The sight of Kim’s big, shapely, firm, powerful thighs in close proximity to Sophia’s equally big and sexy thighs drove me up the wall.
Kim began to spread Sophia’s legs out further and further. At the same time she had Sophia’s arms spread out wide. Sophia was definitely being spread-eagled.
"Ouch! Oww!, STOP! Your tearing by cunt apart!"
For the first time in a long time, Kim was able to inflict slow and controlled pain on Sophia. Kim ignored Sophia’s complaining and spread her legs even further apart. Kim knew that the pain Sophia was in was not even close to the pain that had been inflicted on her and she would make her suffer. Revenge can be sweet.
"YEEOOW! STOP! OOAGHH! That really hurts!" You fucking WHORE! YAAoWW! What are you, a fucking sadistic Bitch!" This from someone who had just moments ago been brutalizing Kim and causing her as much pain as possible.
"What’s the matter, Sophia, you can dish it out but not take it? I don’t see why you’re complaining. You should be used to lying on your back and spreading your legs. Look who’s calling whom a whore. Gee, if it hurts too much maybe you won’t be able to find work for awhile. I’m really sorry about that but you brought that on yourself."
Kim had powerful legs and with her long legs and Sophia’s even longer legs this was the most beautiful and sexual grapevine pin I had even seen. Seeing both Sophia’s arms and legs spreadeagled was a site to behold. Sophia struggled violently but to no avail. Occasionally Sophia would work one or the other leg free but never both at the same time. Kim was always able to quickly relock her leg around Sophia’s and spread her legs apart, a little further with a little more pain each time. Sophia’s pain was increasing. Her cunt was being pulled apart, her thighs were being stretched to a painful limit, and Kim’s hooking of Sophia’s ankles was causing excruciating pain there. Sophia would definitely be limping if she every got free. Kim could easily have picked Sophia’s head up and clanked it on the slate. But she had accused Sophia of being dirty when she had done that to Kim. Kim had a strong code of honor. She could easily have knocked Sophia out and ended the match right there and then.
But Kim thought, ‘If you resorted to the same tactics as a cheater then you’re no better than the her.’
Perhaps such a sense of fairness put Kim at a disadvantage against women like Sophia who would resort to any tactic to win. But that was her personality and she wasn’t going to change just because she was in danger. Had she been protecting a friend or a daughter/son she would have reacted differently. Protection of those you loved called for extreme measures. But to protect herself she wouldn’t resort to the same dirty tricks Sophia used.
Kim was now in control and Sophia was fuming. She had let this little wimp off the hook and was not being punished for it. When she got free she would demolish the whore! ‘No more Nice Girl (HA HA).’ Sophia actually thought. In fairness to Sophia she did hold back at times. She could have punched Kim in the face and ruined her face when Kim was unconscious. ‘Sure, I had inflicted pain and bounced her head off the table. But I just did it enough to keep that slut Kim under control, not to kill her. I had to keep Kim dazed so I could have my way with her. Nothing wrong with that in a catfight no matter what a wimp like Kim thought. Kim had started this by calling me a cheater and I am going to end it. I will get out of this and she will be sorry for ding this to me.’
Besides stretching Sophia’s thighs out, Kim placed her breasts directly on top of Sophia’s, a la the Loren technique. Her breasts were too small to cover Sophia’s but they spread Sophia’s tit flesh flat. Now Kim had shapely, firm breasts, but when I say firm it does not beam hard. They were still relatively soft and fleshy. They were real without implants and thus very fleshy. Kim’s boobs were just relatively more firm in that they stuck out in a perky manner. Fair warning, don’t let Kim ever hear you call her breasts ‘perky!’ She thought they were big and sexy so ‘perky’ was an insult. They were big, a full "C-cup" but not huge as Sophia’s which were listed as a "C" although Kim felt sure they were at least a "D."
And when they covered her tits, they felt more like "DD’s or even "E’s!" Still, with Kim’s weight behind them, her breasts hurt Sophia’s softer ones. Being smaller and firmer, they produce more pressure per square inch than did Sophia’s. Kim’s breast could hurt you while Sophia’s just tended to cover you Sophia’s were a much better weapon for smothering you.
Sophia was getting frustrated at being trapped in a grapevine pin for so long. It had been about 5 minutes but Sophia felt like it was an hour. She didn’t like feeling helpless and unable to escape. Kim believed she could keep Sophia there all day until Sophia finally had to admit defeat. This looked to be true. Kim kept Sophia pinned in a grapevine for at least 5 minutes longer.
This may have bored some, but to me it was a perfect grapevine pin and so sexy that I didn’t even notice the 10 minutes pass by. My earlier comments may have led you to believe that Kim was ‘too nice’. This wasn’t true; it was just that she had an honor code of what was allowed and what wasn’t. Anything allowed was fair game and inflicting as much pain as possible was fair game. Now that she had control and was being to feel human again, she was going to make Sophia suffer. She didn’t dare release Sophia’s arms to inflict other damage on her, but she could use her great legs to inflict pain. Kim started to tease Sophia. She would relax and bring her legs in, reliving the pressure on Sophia’s cunt, thighs, and ankles. Then she would slam Sophia’s legs out again, causing the pain to increase with each cycle.
Each time Kim did it, Sophia would cry out, "YELP!" Her cries got louder and louder and she included lots of Italian curse words and attacks on Kim’s character. Use your imagination!
Although Sophia had been in several fights before they were usually against other actresses who were smaller and weaker than her. Now she had challenged Kim who was smaller than her, but to Sophia’s consternation, was stronger than her. Although it is difficult to believe, Kim was also a more determined fighter than Sophia. Kim seemed like a nice piece of fluff, but once confronted she knew how to fight. Her will was well known by directors and producer who had more than once been the recipient of her sharp tongue. The biggest difference between Kim and Sophia was that Kim had the mental resolve to resist pain and she had a high pain threshold. Sophia was not used to pain, she was rarely in trouble against the other actresses she had fought. The pain Kim was inflicting on her was much more than anything she had felt in a previous fight.
Her pain was clearly less than what she had inflicted on Kim. But pain is relative and to Sophia the pain was much greater feeling than what Kim had experienced. Under normal conditions a grapevine pin would lead to a win by pin count, not a submission. But Kim’s grapevine was not an ordinary grapevine and could elicit a submission from a majority of women and men. It was even worse for Sophia who had never suffered such pain beforen. If Kim kept this up much longer, Sophia knew she’d be forced to give in; cry UNCLE!!!. It wasn’t a humiliation she planned to endure. It was bad enough this blonde skank had gotten the advantage on her; bad enough she’d beaten her almost to oblivion - but still couldn’t break her spirit. Sophia wasn’t about to submit. Somehow she would find a way to reverse her fortune, but how?
Sophia Loren and Kim Novak were fighting on the pool table. After taking an incredible amount of punishment, Kim had finally reversed positions and had Sophia down on her back. She had succeeded in trapping Sophia in an unbreakable grapevine. Kim’s thighs and calves were flexed and taut were the pressure she was applying to Sophia’s legs. Kim was enjoying her new dominance over Sophia and was actually toying with Sophia. She would alternately relax the pressure and then reapply it. Each new application forced Sophia’s legs out a few millimeters thereby increasing the already debilitating pain even more. The pain was much greater than if Kim had just applied steady pressure. The feeling of relief when Kim loosen her grapevine on Sophia brought a much desire relief. Then when Kim applied even more pressure Sophia would cry out in excruciating pain.
"YYYIIIEEEOOWW!" Kim’s legs were in complete control of Sophia’s. What a wonderful sight for us voyeurs – to see two sets of absolutely gorgeous gams intertwined and with on set of big, powerful thighs pressed against another set of almost equally powerful thighs. Furthermore, Kim’s butt was sticking up and her big, round, shapely, firm butt was even bigger and firmer from the tautness caused by her efforts. Tight buns, taut thighs, defined calves; us leg men were in ecstasy.
What was happening at the upper body was a slightly different story. Kim was in control but it was not total domination. Kim was too light and not strong enough to completely immobilize Sophia. Sophia was able to rock her upper body back and forth and move the two women around, making slow progress around the table. Sophia could also occasionally break one of her arms free. Whenever she did, she took the opportunity to beat on Kim, either pulling her hair…
RIIIIP! "YIKES!"
…slapping her wherever she could
SMACK! ! "OUCH!"
…pounding her head
CRACK! !"ARRGHHH!"
…punching Kim wherever she could
THUD! WHOMP! !"OWWW! SHIT! FUCK, THAT HURT!"
Normally the hairpulling, slapping and hitting would have had only a small effect on Kim. But now the hairpulling really hurt because of her damaged head. The slapping stun and sent shivers of pain through her battered body The punching really hurt. Hits to the head were magnified because of the injuries Kim had suffered there. Sophia particularly enjoyed slapping Kim’s ass. It was a big target and sticking up and perfect for spanking.
The punches to the body, especially to the kidneys, caused lightening bolts of pain to flow throughout her body. Sophia aimed some knuckle punches to those EVIL thighs that were causing her so much excruciating pain. The Charliehorse knuckle sandwiches were extremely painful because Kim’s thighs were hard as rock, taut from the pressure she was applying to Sophia’s legs. Had her thighs been relaxed they could’ve absorbed the blows better but each time Sophia attacked, Kim couldn’t help involuntarily cringing and loosening the pressure on Sophia’s legs.
She had to use all her will and determination to make sure she didn’t release Sophia’s legs completely. She also had to concentrate on not letting Sophia toss her over with her upper body. Kim would frantically grab Sophia’s arm and force it flat to the surface, either to the side or over Sophia’s head. Each such excursion also allowed Sophia to wiggle and squirm, moving them even more about the table. As they wriggled about on the table, they came closer and closer to the pocket where Sophia had illegally sunk the nine ball. She remembered and slowly dragged Kim until it was in reach. Then, with a mighty effort, Sophia yanked her arm free of Kim’s grasp, grabbed the nine ball and...
CRACK! hit Kim square on the temple with the hard, ivory ball!
The powerful roundhouse blow was thrown as hard as Sophia could and it happened so fast Kim never saw it coming!
Kim didn’t let out a sound. She just fell limp on Sophia. Sophia roughly rolled Kim off her and Kim rolled to the edge of the table. Kim was lying on her side right at the edge. Although Sophia did not have much use of her legs, she managed to kick Kim square on the damaged spot on the back of Kim’s head. Kim flew off the table head first…
BAM!
…and landed on her forehead with her full weight. Her arms were limp so she could not use them to break her fall. If the conking from the nine ball had not rendered Kim unconscious, the thump on the floor did. Kim lay there completely motionless, flat on her face and stomach.
A few of us, ashamed that we had done nothing when Kim had been knocked unconscious before, rushed to Kim’s aid. This looked very serious as she landed hard on her head. She’d already been whoozy or even unconscious before she fell and now she probably had a concussion. We all thought the fight was over with Sophia clearly being the winner. But Sophia shook her head, ‘No no,’
"I’m not through with the bitch yet. She hurt my legs and could have damaged them, not to mention what she did to my pussy. For that she has to suffer and be taught a lesson!" Sophia had such a glare in her eyes that it stopped us in our tracks.
We started to move forward again but there were many in the crowd that wanted the fight to continue. They grabbed us and pulled us back. There were too many of them and we were restrained from ‘interfering’ the remainder of the catfight. The worse of the group were the members of the press. They had a good story going with fantastic pictures and they wanted more. They wanted to see what Sophia had in mind and what she would do to Kim. There hadn’t been a fight this good and they wanted all the copy line they could get.
They rationalized their sadism by thinking, "Kim brought this on herself. She chose to fight Sophia instead of apologizing to her for insulting her. If she chose to fight and couldn’t defend herself, well, that was her problem. She’ll learn to not get into fights she doesn’t belong in."
They were already thinking that such words would make a great story. They wanted the fight to continue but also wanted it to end so they could rush to their phones and phone in the story. It would be a mad rush to the phones and, with fewer phones than reporters lots of other fights would break out.
Sophia sat up on the table and rubbed her thighs, calves, and ankles. She was slowly massaging life and feeling back into them. Sophia admired her legs and checked to see that no marks or bruises were on them. We admired them right along with her.
Her legs were a major asset in her movies and she needed to have them perfect. She could take her time as Kim was obviously out for a long count. In fact, it would be minutes before Kim revived and that would be a slow and painful (with lots of help from Sophia) process. She was absolutely motionless on the floor.
‘No, I have no need to hurry,’ Sophia thought. ‘The weak dumb blonde is done for. I have plenty of time before I torture her some more.’ She moved to the edge of the table and sat there with her legs dangling over Kim. She crossed and uncrossed them several times for the benefit of the cameras as she looked at Kim with a sinister, gleeful grin.
Sophia sat there and waiting for Kim to wake up. She was being very patient but was also getting bored since it was taking a long time for Kim to revive. She cross her arms and drummed her fingers on her upper arms and waited, and waited and waited…Kim didn’t really wake up. Instead she went from a completely unconscious state to a dreaming state.
She dreamed ’Someone has my head in a vice and is slowly crushing it. I must get up! I MUST GET UP!’
Her mind was telling her body to get up but all her body could do was to bring her knees under her. They forced her butt high in the air with her head still down (in the vice). Seeing Kim’s inviting butt sticking up like that was no much of a temptation for Sophia who jumped down and…
WHOP! Sent Kim sprawling flat on her face and belly again. Kim’s mind kept screaming to her body ‘GET UP! GET UP! You are in grave danger. You must pull your head out of that vise.’ No wonder Kim felt like her head was in a vise. The back of her head had been pounded again and again. She had suffered a blow right on the temple. Last, but not least of her misery, she had cracked her forehead on the floor. This time Kim’s body managed to get up on all fours. Sophia just smiled and…
WHAM! Drove her foot into the small of Kim’s back. She kept pushing until Kim was fully prone again. Sophia mistook Kim’s movements to mean she was at least partly conscious, but Kim was still dreaming.
Sophia leaped down from the table and straddled her, waiting for her next move. Kim started to let out some soft moans, groans, and mumbling in her dreams. Assuming that Kim was at least semi-conscious and could feel some pain, Sophia dropped down on Kim. She placed her big, beautiful butt on Kim’s ass. Sophia’s weight flattened Kim’s firm butt underneath hers. Then Sophia wiggled back and forth followed by bouncing on Kim’s butt. The bouncing made Kim’s butt pulsate in and out. Sophia knew that this was a great photo opportunity for the news reporters and kept it up for awhile. As long as Kim was only moaning she could take her time and have her fun.
Finally tiring of this, Sophia reached for Kim’s tangled hair with both hands. She yanked Kim’s head up and back, putting Kim in the yoga cobra position. Sophia continued to pull back, bending Kim’s back in an extreme position. To add more leverage, Sophia took one hand, placed it under Kim’s chin, and pulled back as hard as she could. She leaned back to get her weight into it. She had Kim’s neck and back almost to the breaking point. Had Kim not been unconscious and dreaming she probably would have passed out from the pain, even before she could surrender - Sophia’s cobra clutch was that powerful and painful. As it was, Kim was still in her unconscious dream state.
‘They’ve taken by head out of the vise. They have me bent backwards over a barrel. OH NO! they’re tying chains to my hands and feet and stretching me backward over the barrel. Yikes! They’ve put a clamp on my chin and are pulling on that chain. They are trying to break my neck and back! Who are these people and why are they torturing me so? Where am I and how did I get into this?’
"GODDAMIT BITCH! What is wrong with you? Are you not human? You should be wailing in pain. What are you, some kind of witch? That I could believe. You played the part of a witch in Bell, Book, and Candle didn’t you? Guess that was type casting, wasn’t it!"
What Sophia didn’t know was that Kim was still unconscious and couldn’t really feel the pain. Her mind knew something terrible was being done to her but her pain receptors were just not responding. Since she wasn’t getting the screaming and howling in pain she wanted from Kim, Sophia released her chin and slammed her head down in frustration.
SPLATTT! Kim hit landed hard on her face. Her nose started to bleed again. Her sore face would be another source of pain she would feel when she finally woke up.
Sophia stood up and straddled Kim. She wanted to be In a better position in case Kim was faking. ‘She can’t be that good an actress.’ and tried some sudden move. Kim was very slowly waking up. She was now in that half-dream half-awake state. She still had no idea where she was or what predicament she was actually in. She slowly rose up on all fours to try and crawl away from her tormentors. She felt someone sit down on her back and clamp her thighs tightly on her small waist and squeeze.
Sophia had been standing there with her hands on her hips. Even the actress, Sophia was trying to envision how this scene would play out and what it would look like on the big screen. I hope people are taking movies as well as stills., Sophia was thinking. When Kim rose up on all flours, doggie style, Sophia suddenly remembered a famous scene from La Dolce Vita. It was a role she had lost to that other blonde skank, Anita Ekberg. She would deal with her some day, but first she had to finish humiliating Kimmie.
"PERFECT! Kimmie we are going to reenact the pony ride scene from La Dolce Vita. With your ugly dog face we will change the script so it is a doggie ride. HA HA!" She sat down a little harder on Kim, grabbed her hair for reins, squeezed her thighs on Kim’s waist and urged Kim forward with her body and legs, yelling "MUSH! MUSH!"
Kim didn’t move Sophia twisted slightly and smacked her on the ass a couple of times.
SMACK! WHACK! "Giddy up, BITCH!"
Kim still did not move. Sophia grabbed Kim’s ears and twisted - hard!
"OUCH! OWWW!"
"Listen bitch, here is what we are going to do. Your ears are now the reins. When I pull them forward…"
"YIKES!"
"… you go forward. When I pull them back…"
"OUCH!!"
"… you stop or backup. When I twist the right ear and pull it outwards…"
"YEOWW!"
"… you turn right. And when I twist and pull the left ear out…"
"YYAAOOWWW! OH NO!"
"… you go left! Even a simpleton like you can understand that, can’t you?
Sophia had emphasized her instructions by demonstrating on Kim’s ears, a little harder with each instruction. The pain from her ears woke Kim up out of her half-dreaming state. She now recalled fully that she was in a terrible fight with Sophia. That Sophia had beaten her up for the most part although she had gotten in her licks now and then. Somehow Sophia had escaped her grapevine pin and was in control once again. Kim did not remember the blow from the nine ball. It had knocked her out so quickly she couldn’t recall it. Either that or her mind wanted to forget that powerful, horribly painful blow.
Kim could do nothing but follow Sophia’s instructions. She was awake but not in any position to resist. If she didn’t immediately respond to one of Sophia’s commands Sophia would increase the torture on the ears. A sharp fingernail piercing the ear made the command even more effective. Sophia first made Kim crawl over to the bar.
"You are a mess. I can’t have any dog I’m riding look that bad. Well, I can’t do anything about your ugly face, but I can at least I clean it up."
Sophia asked for a couple of beers and the bar rag. She poured the first glass all over Kim’s hair and scrubbed the dried blood out of her hair. She certainly wasn’t gentle and every time she got near one of Kim’s head injuries, Kim would scream out in pain.
"OOWWW! SHIT! FUCK! No, please stop, please stop, I can’t take the pain..."
Did Sophia spend more time near those injuries than she had to? Sophia was grinning and laughing and having the time of her life. Sophia then dowsed the bar rag with the second tankard of beer. She ‘washed’ Kim’s face with force but not so as to start the nose bleeding again. She also used the bar rag to wash the blood that had splattered on her own body. She left any blood Kim had on her body – she liked the effect. When Sophia got done she thought about stuffing the bar rag in Kim’s mouth to further humiliate her. But she decided against it; it might cut off Kim’s air and cause her to pass out. She needed her bitch (doggie) awake if she was going to ride her.
Sophia then made Kim crawl all over the floor. She gave the photographers great shots from all angles. She could see again see the headlines… Sophia Loren forces Kim Novak to reenact the ‘La Dolce Vita’ riding scene in an impromptu audition. Kim must obviously get the role - she played the part of a beaten bitch to perfection, demonstratINT an acting talent we never knew she had. Maybe Sophia should becOme a director AFTER elicitING an outstanding performance from the heretofore talentless Kim Novak.
Keep in mind these were Sophia’s thoughts and not necessarily those of the press, at least not all the press. But many of the press present had taken every opportunity to blast Kim. She was professional and put up with the press because of Harry Cohn’s insistence. But she didn’t cater to many of them the way they felt she should.
Sophia had really humiliated Kim with this doggie riding. Kim was putting up no resistance any longer and we thought Sophia might be satisfied with this ending. Clearly she had ended up dominating Kim and making her look like a fool. This would make a great story and the pictures would definitely show the winner and loser.
Having made her ‘doggie’ more presentable by ‘cleaning up her hideous snout’, Sophia started riding Kim around the room. Using Kim’s ears she forced her to go wherever she wanted. Sophia made Kim crawl close to each spectator and invited them to give Kim a smack on the ass.
SLAP! WHACK! BOP! SMACK!
Kim received varying degrees of slaps. Kim’s fans declined to hit her at all, some people gave her a gentle tape, some gave a firm tap, and some hauled off and hit her as hard as possible. Many of the later were women who were jealous of Kim that heir husbands or boyfriends had fantasies about her. This was their husbands/boyfriends doing but they took their anger out on Kim’s rump. The majority of spectators couldn’t resist planting a hand on such an inviting ass.
When they came to me I was still being restrained but I managed to lean down and whisper into Kim’s ear, "Hang in their Kim, don’t give up. I know you can comeback and take care of Sophia."I was trying to lift her spirits but I didn’t really believe what I aid. Kim’s plight seemed hopeless and I saw no way that she could escape, let alone mount an attack on Sophia.
After going around the room Kim’s beautiful ass was covered all over with red hand imprints. Sophia concluded that audience participation could be a good thing. She continued to make Kim prance around the room, often making her do fancy steps (a la the Lipizzaners of the Spanish Riding School in Vienna.) Sophia was proving that she had complete and utter mastery of Kim. She was truly humiliating Kim and enjoying every second of it. Kim had no chance of fighting back. If she tried anything, Sophia would twist and pull her ears mercilessly.
At one point Sophia leaned down to Kim and said softly to her, "Try that again, Kimmie, and I’ll bite your ear off."
Kim had no doubt that Sophia meant it. So Kim had no choice but to put up with the domination and humiliation. She was being made a fool of and there was nothing she could do about it. Sophia mad several trips around the room, giving people even more shots at her ass and giving the photographers looks of good photo opportunities. At one point Sophia stopped and stood up. She yanked Kim up by the ears, a much more effective means than by the hair. Twisting Kim’s left ear as hard as possible to inflict pain and keep Kim off balance, Sophia grabbed her right arm and forced it behind her back in a hammerlock.
"This is payback, slut! You came close to breaking my arm and now I may break yours!"
"OUCH! Please stop. You’re hurting my arm…please… if you bend it any farther you’ll break it!"
Then Sophia executed a hold I have never seen before. She placed her left arm around Kim in choke hold-hammerlock; a well known and very effective police restraint hold. She executed it perfectly and had Kim immobilized. We thought she’d use the hold to finally put Kim away as she applied more and more pressure to the armlock while slowly choking Kim but once again Sophia surprised us and kept us as off balance just as she had Kim!
Sophia released her choke and slid her left hand slowly down Kim’s chest to her right breast; her palm resting on top of the breast with her index finger and thumb next to Kim’s body. Kim’s breast barely stuck out past Sophia’s hand as her breasts were a ‘handful’ - but not much more. But they were firm and pointy, perfect for grabbing!
Next Sophia closed her index finger and thumb around Kim’s breast in a circle. Then, one by one, closed her fingers around Kim's breast - starting with her middle finger and ending with the little finger. The result of the squeezing forced Kim’s tit flesh out past Sophia’s fingers. When she squeezed real hard, the inner part of Kim’s tit compressed and the part outside Sophia’s fingers bulged past her little finger. Sophia was ‘milking’ Kim’s tit to the delight of the crowd.
"Go, Sophia, go. See if you can get any milk out of that cow! Probably not, I doubt if there is much milk in those tiny things," Sophia’s supporters shouted; helping by demoralizing Kim and putting her to shame.
Again and again Sophia would close her index finger, flowed by her middle, finger, then the ring finger and finally the little finger. Each time Kim’s breast would start out barely visible past her hand. Then the breast would be squeeze out past Sophia’s hand until a big bulbous amount of tit flesh was visible. Sophia repeated this pulsing and milking Kim’s tit several times as she started counting "One, two three four!" as each finger closed around Kim’s tit.
Soon she had the crowd shouting with her "One, two three four!" (Audience participation was great fun!)
Kim is a physical person and responds to physical stimuli. She didn’t respond to Sophia’s body grinding because of the pain. But this progressive squeezing by Sophia’s fingers, from inside out, was causing Kim’s nipple to grow erect and hard. I never thought of her as having large nipples, but this messaging by Sophia made her right nipple really grow and stand out. "YEEOOWW! Don’t, please stop! You’re breaking my arm! OHHH GAAWWDDD! PLEASE STOP!"
Sophia just laughed. She used this pressure, along with her greater body weight, to push Kim forward into the crowd. Having enjoyed the last audience participation, Sophia pranced Kim up to each and every person, man or woman. After the first few, Sophia had her technique and rhythm done pat. She’d hold Kim a couple feet away so the person got a good view of what Sophia was doing to her breast, then use her finger technique to pulse Kim’s tit in and out until Kim’s nipple was erect. Then she would push Kim forward into the person, rubbing Kim’s extended nipple against the spectators nose and face. Finally she would encourage the participant to lick, suck, mouth, pinch, squeeze, twist or do whatever they wanted to the nipple and soft tit flesh bulged out past her fingers.
This was not only humiliating to Kim but very degrading. Her breast was being used as a sex toy by strangers. Kim was not enjoying this, but she couldn’t control the involuntary erection of her nipple caused by Sophia’s stimulation. Sophia knew well what stimulated a woman and she expertly manipulated Kim’s breast. Sophia left me to the last but not least. She took extra time pulsating Kim’s breast. She also squeezed Kim’s breast harder than she had before and even yanked it out as far as she could. She wanted me to know Kim was completely at her mercy and she could do anything she wanted!
Sophia smiled and shoved Kim’s tit and nipple into my mouth. I was still being restrained by others and couldn’t prevent it. "Go ahead and bite it, big boy. Taste little Kimmie’s flesh and milk!" There was no milk but Sophia was having her little joke at Kim’s expense. Sophia considered this the ultimate degradation of Kim, to have her biggest fan in the room forced to participate in the sexual abusing of her breast. Having finished visiting all the fans and reporters, Sophia pulled Kim back and hissed in Kim’s sore ear, Gee, "Kimmie, I feel your left tit is being left out. Why should your right one have all the fun? Let’s see what we can do to correct the situation."
Sophia released Kim’s right arm from the hammerlock. Kim’s arm dropped to her side. It just hung there at first because she had lost the feeling in it. Kim finally stated shaking her arm and rubbing it to try and restore some feeling and use to it as quickly as possible. If you think that Kim could suddenly pull off a maneuver, such as spinning out and reversing the armlock, alas such was not the case. Kim’s arm was still too sore and she was not fast enough because of her condition. That would have made a nice twist in this story but it didn’t happen and Kim remained under Sophia’s dominance.
While Kim was occupied with her arm, Sophia slid her left arm across Kim’s chest to her left tit. She gripped it in the same way that she had done to the right one, placing her palm on top and curling her fingers down and around, one at a time. She reached around Kim with her right hand and did the same to Kim’s right boob. Now she was having fun being creative. She did various combinations of the tit messaging: in unison and alternately. Both of Kim’s nipples grew hard and erect. It was time to let those watching repeat their abusing of both tits.
Sophia started to push Kim forward to repeat her trip around the room, now with both tits in full action. This time Kim resisted. Kim had felt disgust at having strangers lick and maul her tit, she wasn’t going to let it happen to both of them. Sophia no longer had Kim’s arm pinned behind her and so couldn’t use that pain to move Kim wherever she wanted. With her hands wrapped around Kim, holding both her breasts, Kim couldn’t escape but she could fight with her body and very strong legs. Sophia’s weight advantage wasn’t enough to overcome Kim’s strength and determination Sophia was motivated by the desire for fun while Kim was motivated by extreme anger and disgust. The later motivation was stronger. Try as she might, Sophia could bend Kim from side to side and move her, but Kim prevented her from pushing her toward the crowd.
"Quit struggling you fucking cunt! You know I will eventually get you there. You should just relax and enjoy it instead of being the cold fish you are."
"Fuck you, Sophia! You’re not strong enough to push me around. You’ve messed with the wrong woman and sooner or later you will find that out. You only got the advantage on me because of your dirty, sneaky tricks. You can’t take me in a fair fight!"
Sophia could move Kim around the room but couldn’t move the stubborn Kim in front of us. You had to admire Kim’s spunk in the face of a very humiliating and seemingly hopeless predicament. Since she couldn’t achieve her goal, Sophia suddenly tripped Kim up and threw her to the ground.
CRASH!. Kim managed to turn and end up on her back with Sophia on top of her. Kim thought, ’Oh no, after all this time here I am buried underneath her body again. Looks like I have made no progress but ended up where I was only in more pain.’
We all expected Sophia to go back to her beloved body on body grinding but Sophia fooled us and Kim. She grabbed Kim on the side of the head by the hair and held her head in position. She then slid up Kim’s body until her breasts covered Kim’s face. Sohia had the perfect breasts for breast smothering. Kim’s were narrower and stuck out while Sophia’s were much wider. You might say pancake style but definitely not flat as a pancake.
Sophia pressed her large boobs hard into Kim’s face, covering her mouth and nose. Kim began to cough and gag, Hack! Cough! Wheeze! "Unghh!"
"Time to end this match, Kimmie dear. I’m getting bored with this fight. I thought you might be a challenge but you’re just a weakling. You’re going under for the last and final time. What a great finish this will be with the magnificent Sophia Loren standing over the beaten up, bedraggled, has been, Kim Novak! You/re acting career is over, what little of it there was." Sophia go extra pressure for grinding her prodigious breasts in Kim’s face while smothering her.
Kim couldn’t breathe. Sophia’s big, soft, fleshy tits were covering her mouth and nose. Kim was suffering the further indignation because Sophia was rubbing her tits all over Km’s face, being careful to never uncover Kim’s mouth and nose. Kim began to lose consciousness once again. The lack of oxygen was having an effect on Kim’s thinking. It would be nice to go to sleep. Maybe then that horrible pain in my head would go away. Yes, sleep, gentle sleep would be so welcomed. But I that pain, THAT PAIN is keeping me from sleeping. Sophia’s smothering and weight was putting tremendous pressure right on Kim’s battered spot. Panic came over her. The panic, pain, and Kim’s strong will began to clear her mind and she began to think more clearly again.
‘Who knows what she will do to me once I am knocked out? She has shown no mercy and a violent sadistic streak I didn’t know she was capable of. Contrary to her public image other actresses had told me she is mean in private. I didn’t believe them thinking that was just jealousy talking on their part. But she is even nastier than they said. I wouldn’t put it past her to rip my cunt apart. Worse yet, she is likely to permanently scar my face. Oh dear, oh dear, I am in a horrible situation. What am I to do?’
Sophia would feel Kim weakening underneath her. It won’t be long now, thought Sophia. While she waited for Kim to pass out she started planning on what she would do for her victory celebration and to further humiliate and degrade Kim. She was deep in thought when suddenly…
"Yyeeeeeoooooowwwwwoooooooouuuuuuu!" Sophia leaped up grabbing her tit and we could see teeth marks around the nipple where Kim had bitten the breast. "Oh you fucking bitch! That really hurts. Oh god that hurts. I can’t stand the pain. You’re going to suffer for this!"
Kim didn’t give Sophia any time to recover. She was on her in a flash. The sheer terror and fear of being smothered by Sophia had sent adrenaline rushing throughout Kim’s body. She had gone from being somewhat groggy and weak from pain to a snarling wildcat. As Sophia tried to back away from her, Kim lowered her head and plowed square in to Sophia’s stomach, sending her flying backward and onto her butt.
WHUMP! WHOOSE! "Ungghh! Arghh!" THUMP!
Kim had learned this move while filming The Notorious Landlady where she used it to knock out a much bigger and stronger woman. With the adrenaline pumping through her, Kim didn’t even notice the pain from her head as she plowed into Sophia.
Sophia tired desperately to roll away but Kim dropped on top of her, butt to butt like Sophia had done earlier to Kim. Kim’s big, firm butt squished Sophia’s rather fleshy one. The pace of the fight had suddenly gotten fast and furious. Before Sophia could react, Kim wrapped her fingers together under Sophia’s chin and violently yanked back, putting Sophia into a vicious cobra clutch.
"OOWWW! Arrrgghhhh!" Sophia screamed in pain as Kim pulled her back even further than Sophia had bent her!
Pain and terror began to incapacitate Sophia. Kim seemed to be a raging lunatic and for the first time Sophia feared for her life. Kim was no longer the docile, even subservient wimpy blonde that Sophia had considered her earlier. Terror had caused Kim’s adrenaline to flow and inspired her to mount this devastating attack. Conversely, terror incapacitated Sophia. She had never been in this state before. She had terrorized many but never been terrorized and certainly never in such dire straits. The bully was now being bullied.
"STOP! STOP! I give! I give! You win! Please don’t hurt me anymore!" Sophia screamed at the top of her lungs.
The loudness was from terror but some of what Sophia said was from the actress in her. She was trying to convince Kim that she really wanted her to stop and have mercy on her. Indeed, this is what she wanted but not for the reasons you might think. Even though she thought that Kim might go completely berserk she could have withstood the pain for the time being. What Sophia realized, even in her condition of terror, was that if the fight ended now Kim would look a mess and badly beaten while Sophia would look fresh and in good shape. People would assume Sophia had won. When the photographs were published showing Kim in the battered, disheveled state she was in and Sophia almost fresh as a daisy with her hair only slightly messed up, they would assume Sophia was the winner no matter what was written or said.
But Kim was really angry for the first time in this catfight and wasn’t about to end the fight here. To some extent Sophia’s charge that Kim was almost subservient had a ring of truth to it. Kim had been knocked out several times, beaten up severely and brutalized. Throughout most of this battering Kim had been in a helpless position. Unable to mount an effective counter attack, Kim had gritted her teeth and borne the pain. She had almost accepted her situation because there was little she could do about it. The most amazing thing is that she didn’t get angry. Sophia had outmaneuvered her, outsmarted her at times, and certainly been the more vicious fighter.
Kim accepted this truth but when Sophia started her tit milking and let strangers lick, mouth and do other horrible things to her tits and nipples, Kim got angry! It wasn’t quite rape but it was subjecting Kim to unwanted sexual activities. That was going too far. That made Kim very angry. The fear of being tit smothered into oblivion caused terror. Combining this with the anger is what really gave Kim the adrenaline rush. Sophia should have stopped when she was ahead. She had gone too far and now Kim was hell bent on getting her revenge.
"No more nice girl!" Kim was also smart enough to conclude the same thing that Sophia did; if the fight ended at this point Kim would look like the big loser. No one would believe her when she told them she had won. But that wasn’t a strong motive for Kim to continue torturing Sophia. If she wasn’t so angry she probably would have stopped. She whispered in Sophia’s ear so others could not hear her, "Think back, Sophia and remember everything you did to me. I am going to do that to you in spades. I’ll teach you not to mess with Kim Novak."
Releasing the cobra cultch, Kim stood and hair hauled Sophia to her feet in front of Kim. She bent back Sophia’s right arm in a hammerlock, applying as much pressure as she could muster.
"Arrrgghhoowwww ooohhh nooooo!" Sophia both screamed and moaned. Attempting to duplicate Sophia’s tit hold and finger messaging, Kim placed her left palm on top of Sophia’s large right breast. But Kim couldn’t quite get her fingers around far enough to produce the same effect Sophia had accomplished. As stated earlier, Kim’s breasts were more narrow and pointy while Sophia’s breast were large and spread out. Kim’s breasts were barely a handful and Sophia’s were more than a handful.
So Kim switched tactics cupping Sophia’s left breast from below and lifting it up and out. In this position Kim’s index finger was away from Sophia’s body and her little finger against her body.
Kim still couldn’t close her index and thumb completely around Sophia’s boob, but she could squeeze it and still make it bulge. She also could pull it in and out, simulating a milking action. Kim squeezed as hard as she could causing Sophia lots of pain. She dug her nails in to leave marks.
Since this was the tit she had bitten, the pain was excruciating. Sophia wailed "Yeeooowww!" then she started bawling.
Sophia was not used to this amount of pain and suffering and didn’t handle it very well. Many of the men and women spectators waited for Kim to bring Sophia to them. They were anxiously awaiting licking, biting, mouthing, and groping those magnificent tits. Kim had nice tits but Sophia’s were superb. Sophia would easily beat Kim in any wet t-shirt contest. No contest, not even close. At least that is if you preferred Sophia’s type of tits. There were those that preferred Kim’s shape and size better.
Kim disappointed this crowd. Just like she had resolved not to slam Sophia’s head against the table, she knew how much she disliked what Sophia had done to her with the crowd and how degrading she thought it was. That was crossing over the line and Kim would not do it. If you say nothing else about Kim, you have to say she had great character. Even in her great anger she did not violate her code of honor. I would have understood if she did but was proud of her that she didn’t. BOFF! WHOOSE! "Unngghh!"
Sophia doubled over. Kim yanked her back up by the hair and repeated the blow with the same effect. Kim pulled Sophia back up again, moved in close and lifted her knee right between Sophia’s thighs.
WHAMMM! "Arrghhh!"
Kim started throwing a flurry of right and left jabs to Sophia’s body, mainly pounding her tits and belly but with an occasional uppercut to the cunt. Sophia’s body was getting more bruised and battered looking than Kim’s did. Sophia kept backing up and Kim kept coming at her. Kim’s punches force Sophia back and up against the bar. Sophia was no longer even attempting to defend herself. Her terror had debilitated her and the little fight she had left in her disappeared under Kim’s relentless attack. Kim kept delivering blows for at least a minute with Sophia pinned against the bar. It was the equivalent of a boxer being trapped on the ropes. Km bent down quickly, grabbed Sophia by the ankles and flipped head over ass over the bar.
CRASH!!! Sophia landed behind the bar; fortunately she landed ignobly on her butt and not her head!
Like a cat (hellcat) Kim leaped over the bar. She grabbed Sophia’s hair and pulled her up. She grabbed the aerosol spritzer and sprayed seltzer water all over Sophia’s face, hair, and body. She knocked Sophia down, ripped off her thong panties revealing Sophia’s think, large, black bush, lifting Sophia’s ass clear off the floor. Holding Sophia up by her thick, wiry bush, a blast of seltzer water directly into Sophia’s clit.
"That should provide an interesting flavor for anyone going in there," Kim chuckled.
The thong was soaked with beer and with juices from Sophia’s excitement. Kim let go of Sophia’s bush and shoved the thong completely into Sophia’s mouth. She put her hand over Sophia’s mouth so she couldn’t pull it out. When Kim decided Sophia had had enough of this punishment, she pulled the thong out, slap Sophia across the face a few times with the soggy thong, and then tossed it to one of Sophia’s fans saying, "Here’s a souvenir from your precious Sophia."
As Sophia rolled over Kim grabbed her around the waist, lifted her up and then threw her over the bar back into the room. Kim was strong, but the adrenaline rush was giving her superhuman strength. Never make a Czech that angry, the results could be disastrous. Kim leaped over the bar and stood close to Sophia with her hands defiantly on her hips. SMACK! SPLAT! WHACK!
Kim bent over and spanked Sophia, spanking her ass a cherry bright red and hitting her harder each time. The last two blows administered were knuckle punches to Sophia’s very large, very fleshy ass.
THUD! WHOMP!
Kim waited for Sophia to struggle to her feet. It took awhile and great effort on Sophia’s part but she finally stood up on wobbly knees. Timing her blow perfectly, Kim delivered a uppercut seemingly from her toe tops directly on Sophia’s chin.
CRACK! THUD!
The lights went out for Sophia and she crashed in a heap. There was not a sound out of Sophia. Kim had been knocked out several times but this was the knockout to end all knockouts. Sophia was out cold, not moving a muscle.
"There Sophia, that’ll teach you to mess with Kim Novak. By the way, it’s Ms. Novak to you not Kimmie. If I ever hear you call me Kimmie again I’ll beat you to within an inch of your life. UNDERSTOOD!"
Of course Sophia didn’t hear a thing!
Kim took a victory pose over Sophia for the cameras. Anyone seeing this picture would know in an instant that Kim had been victorious. Kim’s body was battered and bruised, but Sophia’s looked worse. Kim’s hair was a tangled mess and so was Sophia’s Since Sophia’s hair was longer than Kim it appeared to be even more tangled and messy.
Once the fight was over and the adrenaline started to subside, the pain started to return. Kim knew she had been in the fight of her life and she never wanted another fight like this. Despite the pain, Kim calmly and proudly strutted out of the room to the club’s locker room. She showered cleaning up her hair as best she could. She applied make up to her bruised forehead and body. She sent out for a duplicate outfit for what she had worn into the pool hall. Then she reappeared and graciously posed for photos. She was angry as hell at these reporters for allowing this fight to continue when she was unconscious and at the mercy of the merciless Sophia. But she was a professional and knew that the studio would want some pictures to show that Kim had come out of the fight just fine and was as gorgeous as ever.
Kim said she felt fine but we talked her into going to the emergency room to be checked out. She had been knocked out several times, once for several minutes. She had received numerous blows to the head and several in the same spot. A concussion was a real possibility. The hospital keep her for over 48 hours for observation as a precaution. Fortunately she was fine and eventually her recurring headaches disappeared.
As for Sophia it took several minutes for her fans and supporters to revive her. She quietly snuck out the back door. She had gone from great elation when she had Kim on the ropes and was demolishing her to the deepest despair at having been beaten so thoroughly. She was humiliated that she had lost to some blonde bimbo who was much smaller than her. She had thought she was a lot stronger and more determined than Kim and had found out otherwise.
POSTFIGHT COMMENTS:
Her image depended upon her being considered a tough woman able to take on and beat up any other woman. This was the image she wanted to project but now that image had been damaged, perhaps irreparably.
She went into seclusion for awhile and when she came out Sophia went into damage control to restore her tough woman image. She starting talking about a another fight with Kim and bragging about what she’d do to her: "Some day I will meet up with Kimmie again only this time the result shall be different. I have proven I can beat her up and knock her out. Next time I will finish the job instead of having my pleasure and letting her get back into the fight. I will totally demolish her next time.. Kim was lucky to win, she won by cheating – biting my tit! I am the better and tougher woman. One thing for sure, I will work out and add muscle to my already powerful frame. Next time I shall have the size and strength to outmuscle her. Just you wait!. I’ll toss her on her skinny ass and it will be all over except for the screaming. When she puts her silly ass up in the air again, I’ll kick it from here to kingdom come!"
The weights of both have varied though out the years. Sophia was mostly between 140 to 145 lbs as the Italian’s prefer their women ‘healthy’. She got down to 126 lbs in Heller in Pink (Hollywood likes them skinny) and that was her lowest weight. Kim was normally between 115 and 120 lbs for her movies although she weighted more as a starlet - the studio told her to lose weight. She got as high as 129 lbs and was quite fleshy in Jeanne Eagles. Kiss me, stupid, and Moll Flanders. No matter their weight, both women kept in great shape with exercise and workouts. Kim was an avid horseback rider and feel off a horse once injuring her back. This would be a recurring problem for her that is ignored for the sake of this fantasy catfight.
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Kim had come from a charity event and was wearing a silvery, flimsy, silk gown with a built-in lacey bra that left the tops of her breasts exposed. She definitely was showing a lot of cleavage for her fans. She covered her shoulders and arms with a thin satin cape. Sophia Loren came in wearing a black, thick wool jacket and skirt. The skirt was tight and the jacket barely contained her very ample breasts, which were substantially larger than Kim’s. She saw Kim shooting pool and challenged her to a series of ‘friendly’ games of eight ball for an unknown amount of money. It wasn’t the money that was important; Sophia was fresh in the country and looking for some publicity.
The slaps were getting harder and harder by both women. What had started out as a few slaps to emphasize their points had now progressed to slaps that were intended to really cause pain. This slapping contest was definitely to Kim’s advantage because of her boxing prowess. Sophia was starting to take a beating. Kim would slap her silly if this kept up. But Sophia was a fighter and she wasn’t stupid. She didn’t want to punch Kim in the face for two reasons!
Sophia then began working Kim’s tits and nipples over methodically: twisting them, pulling them, squeezing them and even digging in her nails. Sophia rubbed Kim’s nipples between her thumb and forefingers. The pain from her tits and nipples was really beginning to throb. Finally Sophia reached down and grabbed a handful of Kim’s blonde short and curlies. She yanked them as hard as she could and pulled a clump out. Kim was definitely in bad shape. Her head felt like it was splitting open; her nose was still stinging from the blow and still bleeding; her cheeks felt raw; her biceps were crying out in pain; her tits felt like someone had put them through a ringer; her stomach still felt like it had been hit by a truck although she hadn’t been slammed there for some time now; and finally, her clit was also throbbing with pain. That was the bad news. There was some good news. Sophia had stopped slamming her head on the table. So although her head felt like it was splitting open, the pain had subsided down to a level like it had only been hit by a hammer. Thank heaven for little things.
After this short excursion into torturing Kim, Sophia went back to the bodypressing. She enjoyed this most. It not only gave her sexual stimulation but was still the best way she thought of showing her dominance over Kim.
At last Kim was on top of Sophia for a change. Kim knew she had to maintain this position and not allow Sophia to once again be able to slam her head against the table. She raised Sophia up and pulled her right arm out from behind Sophia. She then grabbed both of Sophia’s wrists and spread Sophia’s arms out wide. Kim’s arms were just enough stronger than Sophia’s that she was able to force them to the table and hold them out wide. She wasn’t strong enough to keep them immobile, but she could always force them back down each time Sophia managed to free up one of her arms.
Sophia applied more and more pressure and was getting frustrated that Kim not only did surrender but didn’t even let out a peep.
Sophia wanted everyone to get a close look at this action. She shoved Kim’s right arm up, almost to the breaking point.
After having her fill of milking and otherwise torturing Sophia’s tit, Kim spun her around. In one motion she spun her around and slammed her in the gut.
She was a vision of an Amazon goddess with her powerful shoulders; her small waist; and her big, firm, shapely thighs. This was completely opposite of the waif look that Alfred Hitchcock insisted for his cool blondes in his movies. Had Alfred seen Kim like this he probably never would have cast her in Vertigo.
Kim stood over the prone Sophia.
Kim heard about Sophia’s boasting and said, "If she wants another fight she can come and get it. As far as biting her droopy tit, well she shouldn’t have had it in my mouth. I’ll knock her on her ass before she can say ‘Uncle’, or maybe I’ll make it ‘Auntie’! As for who pounds who; she’s forgotten who had the more powerful punch. I’ll put up my magnificent body against hers any day. Come on, Sophia, bring it on if you have the guts - and stupidity!"