Karen lay flat on her back staring at her left arm, which Tricia was struggling to restrain. Karen was trying to will her arm free from Tricia's grasp, but her struggles were growing weaker as Tricia was able to pin her arm down with one hand as she reached for the leather strap with the other. Tricia was leaning across Karen's body trying to use her entire body weight to pin her in place but just then, Karen felt something brush against her cheek. She turned to see what the offending object was and, to Karen's surprise, she saw it was Tricia's left breast kissing her face as she lay across the Playmate.

Karen had never signed the Geneva Convention or the Marquis of Queensbury Rules governing conduct in a catfight - if there even was such a document - but this was one situation where she would’ve broken them to free herself regardless. The choice was simple; either let Tricia completely restrain her leaving her to be subjected to endless humiliation and punishment, or take drastic action! (DOH!) Today the catfighting Goddesses smiled down on Karen and she didn't want to disappoint them! Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she pitched her head forward and sank down with her pearly whites deep in the tender underside of Tricia's breast. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Out on the ship, Pam almost fell overboard as she heard the scream. "Poor McDougal must really be getting her ass handed to her. Tonight I'll let Tricia enjoy her all to herself but first thing tomorrow morning, I'm making a breakfast visit to my new best friend Tricia!"

Tricia immediately released Karen's wrist completely forgetting about trying to strap her arm in place. The only thing on her mind was to break the grip that Karen had on her tit. Her hands shot to her breast and she tried desperately to try and wrestle it from Karen's mouth. In a panic, she grabbed hold of Karen's throat and tried choking her to get her to release her grip, but she was unsuccessful, Karen just wouldn’t let go.

With her left hand free since Tricia never got the leather strap fastened, Karen sunk her fingers deep into Tricia's hair and began to pull the blonde's head down and away from face. The move stretched Tricia's tit to the limit, and also set up Karen's next move. She released her bite on Tricia's tit and pulled the blonde's body towards her feet. Tricia was just glad to have gained her freedom and briskly tried rubbing away the pain from her breast. But as Karen pulled her head down, she also drove her right leg upward, catching the big blonde in the temple with her knee. Tricia saw stars as the fierce impact almost decapitated her.

With her left hand still wrapped in Tricia's silky strands, Karen pulled her head down and caught her in a scissor, with her head trapped between Karen's muscular thighs. As the Playmate crushed Tricia's head with all her might, she released her hair hold and began working on the leather strap that held her right arm. Tricia tried clawing her way out of the hold, sinking her long nails in Karen's legs as she tried to pull her head out, but once Karen got her arms free, she paid Tricia back in spades; latching onto both breasts and clamping down hard. Tricia's head was throbbing, and now her tits felt like they were being ripped from her chest. She shifted her hands to Karen's wrists and tried to break the death grip that the Playmate was currently enjoying. Tricia's muffled cries for the camera man to help her were barely audible from between Karen's legs.

The brunette looked over at him and he just raised his hands in the air and shrugged, "Hey don't look at me. I'm just here to run the camera!"

Satisfied he wouldn’t interfere, Karen wanted to end this quick before whoever that was anchored off shore came to help her friend. She quickly scanned the room and took inventory of some of the devices that Tricia had lying around. When she saw something that would fit her needs, she released her double breast claw and shifted her weight to the left, intentionally diving off the torture rack with Tricia’s head still tightly trapped between her crushing thighs! Karen shot her hands forward, planting them on the floor just before her upper body would have smashed into the hard cement surface. But Karen continued her forward momentum, doing a cartwheel and dragging Tricia over with her. As her body turned over and began its downward arc, Karen snapped her hips, whipping her legs forward and slingshoting Tricia headfirst against the wall. She never had the chance to get her hands up and landed hard right at the base where the wall met the floor.

Karen’s body ached all over, but she knew she’d come very close to losing. Now she’d turned the tables but she still had to end it decisively! She dragged Tricia’s body to the middle of the room by the ankles, then stomped down hard between her legs to ensure that the blonde wouldn’t be getting up or having any brave ideas for a while. As Tricia writhed in agony on the cold cement floor, the Playmate reached up and grabbed a bar that was tied off to the wall just above what looked like a stockade. Glancing up, Karen saw the rope attached to the bar ran through a pulley mounted in the ceiling.

The bar was about four feet long with straps attached to it and Karen figured it would spread Tricia’s legs quite nicely. She quickly went to work attaching the bar to both of Tricia’s ankles with the straps provided. Once Karen had her secured, she grabbed the rope that ran through the pulley and began to pull, hauling Tricia’s legs up off of the floor. Another tug left the big blonde’s waist hovering just above the floor. Karen was having a tough time with the hauling; the fight had taken a lot out of her and as more and more of Tricia’s body was pulled up off the floor, it was harder to raise her further.

Not only was Karen growing tired, but her hands were slippery, making pulling the rope that much more difficult. Wrapping the rope around her hands so it wouldn’t slip, she told herself, “Suck it up Karen!” and prepared for one last pull that should raise Tricia’s feet to the ceiling.

Karen pulled down with all her might and Tricia’s back and then her shoulders left the floor. As Karen continued to haul, Tricia reached out, at first grabbing onto the brunette’s legs, then clamping a claw onto Karen’s crotch. As Tricia latched on and began to apply pressure, Karen struggled to unwrap her hands from the rope she’d just twisted around her hands but the harder she struggled, the more entangled it seemed they became!

Tricia had locked on a pretty good claw at this point and Karen’s arms were now lifting her up to the ceiling while Tricia’s body was sliding back down to the floor. Just as Karen’s feet were about to leave the floor, she saw Tricia’s head had just come in contact with the floor. Karen mentally blocked out the pain in her groin, closed her eyes and stomped down on the big blonde’s jaw as hard as she could!

The move worked and the claw was instantly broken, but Karen knew she didn’t have enough strength left to haul Tricia’s body hand over hand back up to the ceiling. Looking around the room, Karen saw the rack she’d been lying on and edged toward it with the rope still tightly gripped in both hands. She climbed on top of the table and took all the slack out of the rope. When Tricia moaned and opened her eyes, she looked around to see what Karen was up to. Just then, Karen jumped down off of the table and Tricia’s body shot up to the ceiling! Karen quickly tied the rope off and, after massaging the circulation back into her numb hands, she began to circle around Tricia’s body, eyeing the blonde and trying to decide on her first target.

“Looks kind of like a piñata, don’t you think?” Karen asked the camera man. She lashed out with a kick that she buried in the small of Tricia’s back. The blonde spun as the kick was slightly off center and when she came spinning back around toward Karen, the brunette’s leg flashed out again, this time flattening one of the blonde’s big breasts on her chest. Not was Tricia’s body taking a beating, but she was getting incredibly dizzy, as she went spinning back the other way.

Soon, Tricia’s free-swinging body came careening back toward Karen for some more pain! As Tricia came flying back into Karen’s strike zone this time, the Playmate turned away, bent over and fired a mule kick back into the blonde’s abs. Tricia was completely deflated as all the air was knocked from her body and once more she went swinging and swaying outward in a long arc before swinging back toward Karen once more.

When Karen thought that Tricia had enough punishment, she snatched one of the swords off of the wall and caught hold of the swinging rope. Karen stepped up on the table again and jumped off sending Tricia’s body rocketing back toward the ceiling. As soon as the bar got stuck in the pulley, Karen swung the sword, slicing the rope cleanly and dropping Tricia like a stone, sending her crashing back down headfirst to the cement floor!

As Tricia lay in a heap, Karen walked over and removed the bar from Tricia’s ankles and dragged her body over to the stockade. But Karen saw that this was no ordinary medieval torture device. Not only did it have a place to pass the victims head, hands and feet through the heavy wooden device, Karen noticed two other holes in the stockade and figured that they could only serve one purpose. Karen took a wild guess what the other two holes were for and soon she had Tricia securely fastened and place and the padlocks locked.

Then, Karen walked over to the corner of the room where she’d seen the car battery and collected the necessary equipment. She carried it over to Tricia and attached it to the two appendages that Karen had forced through the front wall of the stockade. Tricia was jolted back to consciousness; not when Karen connected the battery, but just from when she dug the angry metal teeth of the clamps into each of her breasts! Then with the battery hooked up to the cables, Karen sent a jolt of energy cursing through the big blonde’s body that had her screaming in mindless pain.

Karen did it three more time before she backed off on the current and asked Tricia, “OK, who set me up?” Tricia wasn’t very forthcoming with the information, and defiantly told the Playmate where to go. “Wrong answer!” Karen insisted as she doubled the voltage and duration of her next shock.

As soon as Tricia stopped screaming and was able to catch her breath, Karen had her piñata singing like a bird. When she had the 411 on Pam, Karen demanded the tape from the camera man, then sent him on his way, telling him, “I’ll make sure that E! gets what they need.”

After what he’d witnessed, he knew better than to mess with Karen and quickly exited the house. Karen took her time dressing and taunting Tricia who, whenever her attention seemed to wander, was helped to focus by another sudden wave of current!

“I hope that this isn’t the only key to those locks!” Karen said to Tricia as she dropped the key in one of the cups of her bikini top. Then Karen gave Tricia’s bare ass a good stinging spanking before she set the electrical system for a steady pulse setting. “Whaddaya think will happen wing nut? Will Pam show up and save you, or will this battery run of juice first?” Karen purred cattily just before she left and headed back to her car.

The next morning Pam arrived bright and early, letting herself into the house, then tip-toed across the first floor as not to wake Tricia. “Poor thing must be exhausted after fucking that Playslut all night long. I’ll just help myself to some leftovers before I wake her and take her out for brunch.” Pam entered the basement torture chamber with a broad grin as she heard the dull hum coming from the car battery. She walked closer and fondled the trapped girl’s ass before making her way around the front of the stockade where her jaw hit the floor when she saw Tricia’s hunched over head. Actually, Pam knew something was amiss the second she saw the hair on the down-turned head which was blonde…not brunette!

“Helfer! You goddam incompetent slut! What the FUCK happened?”