For a while it had even looked as thought the two might become friends, but it had eventually become clear that this could never happen. They were simply too proud and too competitive, and each woman's Alpha nature, her desire to be in charge, was too strong for her to tolerate any competition. Each wanted the beach for herself, and wanted it badly. Badly enough to take it by any means necessary. Little by little, the uneasy peace that had existed between the two since their last fight had begun to crack, the cracks getting wider and wider with each passing day, eventually turning into a huge rift. Unable to stand the tension any longer and well aware that this could not continue indefinitely, both women knew that the moment had finally arrived. It was time to settle it - once and for all. Time to determine the true Alpha female, the one who would claim Muscle Beach as her own!
They met on the beach late in the afternoon. Word of the fight had spread around like an Internet rumor and pretty much everybody that was anybody on Muscle Beach had gathered to watch. A very few of those present were there to support either Cori or Karen in any way. Most - mainly the female contingent - overtly hated both of them. Over the years, many a woman had actually managed to run afoul of one or the other of the two sexy brunettes and had not been left with too many fond memories of the encounter.
Both Cori and Karen were powerful, skilled and downright mean fighters, and having experienced the power, skills and meanness first hand had left bitter taste in the mouths of those imprudent enough to have crossed paths with them. Truth be told, nearly all of the women in attendance were there just to watch both Cori and Karen getting hurt. Having felt the agony - physical and mental - of defeat at the hands of either of the brunettes, they now wanted at least one of the latter to feel the same way. Ideally, they would have preferred to watch the two kill each other, but since that was a somewhat unlikely prospect, witnessing one of the muscular bitches get her ass handed to her was the next best thing. Several of them - the young, up-and-coming, powerful and dominant females - were there to check out future competition, knowing full well that one day they’d face one of the two for the ‘Alpha Bitch’ title.
For Cori and Karen this was all immaterial; they only had eyes for each other. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even existed at this point. All those other people on the beach were not even there. It was just the two of them, Cori Nadine and Karen McDougal, alone in their own world, and they both knew that soon one of them was going to rule that world. They faced each other, both of them ready and limbered up, knowing fully well that this was it, that this time there would be no excuses for either of them. The moment to truth had finally arrived. Both were extremely nervous and realized what was at stake. So far (save for the heavily disputed defeat each of them had inflicted on the other and which canceled each other out), neither woman had been beaten in a fight on this beach more than a couple of times, and even when that had happened, each had always managed to gain revenge in a rematch.
Over the last few years, they’d ruled the beach. When this was all over, that would no longer be true: one would retain her dominant position - but only one! The winner would have it all - the loser would have nothing! One strong, sexy, proud, woman would be ‘Queen of the Beach’ and one would be ‘just another victim.’ But that suited them both just fine for each thought - no, was convinced - SHE was better than her rival and each welcomed the opportunity to prove it!
Both were coming into the fight riding high on the crest of confidence, each having earned a huge ego-boosting victory in her last fight. Ironically, both their wins had been against the same opponent - another ‘Muscle Beach Bitch’ - Kiana Tom. Cori had trounced Kiana to avenge an earlier loss. A few weeks later, Karen had thoroughly thrashed and humiliated the haughty Hawaiian ‘Fitness Queen.’
Everyone knew for some time a showdown was coming and each made sure she was ready! Intense workouts and other physical activities left each in fantastic shape as was clear from the tiny bikinis they’d chosen for this fight. Hard, superbly conditioned, sexy, bodies glistened with the rays of the rising sun as the two powerful beauties stood facing one another, toned muscles tensed; hearts pounding; throats dry; each relishing the thought of finally getting her hands on her rival - yet neither willing to make the first move! After minutes of intent staring and waiting - with neither woman appearing eager to start, and with nervous tension mounting - Karen figured a taunt or two may ease some of her nervous tension - and hopefully provoke Cori to make a wrong decision.
"Hey, Muscle-head," Karen said, casually adjusting her red thong, but never actually taking her eyes off Cori. "You plan to stand there starin' at me all day? I mean, I know you're jealous, as well you SHOULD be, but there'd enough time for you to admire my body AFTER you've received the beatin' you came here for! Now either fight, or get off my beach; I don't have all day!"
If Karen (or anyone else) had expected some violent, ill-advised reaction from the other woman at the comment, she was in for a letdown. Obviously feeling that her white bikini did not need any adjustments, Cori merely smiled a little amidst the "OOOOOOH!" chorus from the crowd.
"And who says Playmates aren't good at anythin'? No one, and I mean NO ONE even comes close to them when it comes to getting' it all wrong, God bless their fine, empty heads." Cori replied, doing her best to seem relaxed but not quite pulling it off. "First, this is MY beach. And second, I AM going to fight, but I thought I'd wait for your mommy to show up. I figured you wouldn't wanna do anythin' without her being around to wipe your nose. After all, who'll you be callin' on to help you when I'm whalin' on your sorry ass, and who'll you be cryin' to after I'm done with you if she's not here?"
The herd mooed even louder this time, with the occasional chuckle thrown in for color.
"Well, at least I HAVE a mommy," Karen said, always willing to adopt a philosophical view. Then she looked sad. "It must be terrible to come into this world as a result of the intercourse between a dredging bucket and the bottom of a river." When the howling mob quieted, she continued, "Oh I'm sorry; you probably didn't get that one! My mistake; I should've made allowances for a bodybuilder's intellect. OK then, since words are too much for your underdeveloped steroid-clogged brain to process, see if this will be more within your capabilities to understand."
Karen stretched out her right arm, turned her fist over and slowly extended her middle finger. Before the crowd had time for any more ‘OOH-ing’ or ‘AAH-ing,’ the fight was already in progress.
Karen's error was a simple one, if not exactly forgivable under the circumstances. She’d so far correctly judged the distance between herself and Cori to be too far for the latter to be able to hit or kick her. By extending her arm, however, she’d unwillingly placed her hand within the reach and Cori's reaction proved lightning quick - much faster Karen expected from someone of Cori's bulk!
Shooting out a hand, Cori snatched the offending finger and twisted sharply. Karen's yelp of pain was followed by a low groan as Cori set herself up and yanked mightily, pulling the startled Karen to her with a swift move, then kneeing her in the belly. Karen dropped to her knees clutching at her mid-section, her eyes wide with surprise and shock.
"Did that hurt, sweetie?” Cori purred as she helped herself to a fistful of Karen’s dark tresses. "If yo…OOOOOOMPH!"
Cori's thoughtfully profound and valuable-though-it-was comment remained forever lost to posterity as Karen suddenly grabbed her ankles and heaved with all her might, sending Cori flying upward, then landing down on her back in the sand! Rising quickly, Karen pounced…but Cori drove her right fist upward, slamming Karen flush on the chin and sending her toppling backward!
Both scrambled to their feet and wasted no time in going for each other, all thoughts of waiting and caution having gone out to sea. They locked up, and right away it was Cori with the power move wrapping Karen up in a bear hug, trying to squeeze the life out of the Playmate early in the fight…much too early! Karen twisted and kicked briefly, grimacing n pain as her svelte belly was compressed by the other woman's powerful arms.
Karen suddenly slammed her palms right on Cori's ears, making the fitness model scream and release. Instantly, Karen drove her right fist into her rival's belly, doubling Cori over and then staggering her with another blow to the head. As Cori reeled, Karen sprang after her and tackled her to the ground. Landing on her back with Karen on top of her Cori quickly wrapped her legs around Karen's waist and squeezed mightily.
Karen grunted and huffed, her torso once again being constricted intolerably - this time by the bodybuilder's python-like lower limbs. Squirming, she tried punching her way out and managed to land a few shots to Cori's face. Hurt by the blows and determined to put a stop to them, Cori threw her arms around Karen's neck and pulled her close to avoid being hit. Almost immediately she admitted to her mistake with a loud shriek and then continued to shrilly voice her displeasure at the fact that a not-too-insignificant portion of her right breast had become clamped between Karen's gleaming white teeth.
"AAAIIIIIEEEEE! LET GO, YOU BEACH BITCH! AAAIIIIIEEEEEE! MY TIIIIIIT!!" Cori hollered in anguish, updating Karen on the so-far-satisfactory progress of the latter's attempt to make her upper and lower teeth come into direct contact through the soft flesh of her breast.
Grabbing two handfuls of Karen's hair, Cori tugged furiously, screaming in pain and anger. But, even though she managed to force Karen's mouth away from her breast although that proved insufficient to improve her overall situation. Karen, once the tasty morsel had been snatched from her jaws was in real danger of being robbed of a large amount of her treasured follicles to boot, so the offended tigress roared with fury and backed off. Karen rose to her knees and sank her claws in her rival's breasts, shredding Cori's top in seconds. Plenty of what was beneath would have followed, had Cori not grabbed Karen's wrists and twisted, forcing her hands away with a titanic effort.
Cori’s relief was only temporary because with a fierce scream and a mighty tug and wrench, Karen freed her hands and began hammering both fists into the source of her aggravation, making Cori squeal as she squirmed in the sand. Knowing she was up against a powerful and dangerous foe, Karen was determined not to give up the initiative for a second or allow Cori a moment’s respite or an opportunity to regroup and fight back. Snarling angrily, Karen rained blow after blow onto the writhing, groaning, woman beneath her; her toned arms pumping like pistons as she tried to overwhelm the fitness model with punches and take her out before the fight had even begun.
Although hurt by Karen's ferocious attack, Cori had no intention of simply lying there and let her rival take whatever she wanted. Like Karen, Cori was very aware that in this fight she was facing a formidable opponent; one as close as could be to her equal in strength and experience…and she knew she had to fight with everything she had or risk being defeated. With her legs still tightly clamped around Karen's middle, Cori flexed and twisted her hips, yanking Karen's hair with both hands.
Karen groaned and struggled as she was forced down to the ground onto her side. For several long moments the two strong, fit beauties fought furiously, pulling hair and slapping and punching, their taut, glistening bodies heaving and twisting as they rolled over the sand. With each woman giving as good as she got, Cori's powerful legs around Karen's waist gave her a huge edge. Realizing her Scissors was hurting Karen and weakening her, cori was determined to take advantage. Using the better position that having her legs outside of her opponent gave her, Cori rolled Karen onto her back and straddled her.
"Yuhoooh BITCH!!" Cori hissed and began punching down. But Karen was still too strong to be taken just like that and, bucking furiously, she threw Cori off and rose onto her knees ready to pounce. She paused jusdt long enough to lock onto a target, then hurled herself atop of Cori with a snarl. Unfortunately, Karen’s slight delay allowed Cori just the time she needed to raise her legs and kick Karen away!
The two got up at the same time and went straight for each other again, their hard bodies coming together with a deafening slap. Each wrapping her well-muscled arms around her foe, the women grunted and strained, clinging tightly to each other as they lurched and staggered about in a violent, jerky waltz, each striving to bring her rival down. For a few seconds it looked fairly even, the two taut, powerful frames counteracting each other well, twisting and turning and occasionally leaping to the side to avoid a sweeping leg or a thrusting knee from the opposition.
More by luck than skill, Cori's right knee scored a direct hit to the front of Karen's thong, causing r to scream and double over. Instantly, Cori's left arm curled around Karen's neck, trapping her in a front headlock. Groaning, Karen tried to pull free, but Cori's thick, meaty arm held fast, bulging biceps keeping Karen trapped and hurting her in the process. As Karen struggled, cursing and grunting, Cori used her free hand to unleash a barrage of hollow-sounding punches at the bent woman's exposed ribs and kidneys.
Crying out in pain with each blow, Karen grabbed Cori's left thigh with both hands and pulled up, trying to force the fitness model off balance. Cori snarled and, hopping around on one leg, drove the point of her elbow in Karen's ribs and back several times, still maintaining the headlock. Karen yelped and squealed as Cori's elbow speared her torso again and again, causing her to twist and arch in agony and lose her grip on Cori's leg in the process as her knees sagged.
Six or seven elbow-strikes later, with Karen almost limp in her hold, Cori released the headlock, took a step back and fired two powerful blows; her fist slamming into Karen's taut belly with a loud SMACK-SMACK that was heard all along the beach. Karen groaned and wobbled back in rubbery legs.
Cori barreled into her, wrapping her up into a tight hug. "Down you go, bitch!" the fitness model panted, her sturdy body tensing as she lifted Karen off her feet, turned and body slammed her on the sand!
Winded but enraged, Karen sat up and tried to get to her feet, but Cori drove a knee to the side of her head and Karen sprawled on her back, moaning as she tried to clear her head; blinking to make the bright yellow spots dancing before her eyes disappear. Moving almost languidly, Cori straddled Karen's belly without much reaction, then slipped both hands under Karen's bikini top. But there was nothing gentle or languid about the way Cori's sharp claws DUG into Karen's lush breasts, then started ripping and tearing the flawless flesh. Snapped back to full awareness by the searing pain in her chest, Karen screamed bloody murder as she kicked, flailed her arms and thrashed wildly under her tormentor, pawing desperately at Cori's wrists to force the claws away. Failing to overcome her adversary's considerable strength, Karen changed tactics and fought fire with fire; reaching up to yank Cori's top down. As the fitness model's full tits popped free, Karen latched on and started mauling furiously!
"AAAAAAARRRRGH! YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! I'LL RIP YOUR TITS OFF!!" Cori bellowed, her eyes bulging. "I'LL RIP 'EM OFF! I'LL RIP 'EM OFF!! Cori screamed, bouncing up and down on Karen's belly, yanking and squeezing her breasts.
"AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! LET GO! LET GO! LET...GOOOOOOO…OOOHH!!" Karen howled, bucking and kicking like mad, while pulling and twisting Cori's copious mammaries in all directions, mashing them hard against each other, digging her strong fingers in deep.
For several seconds, the two infuriated beauties tore into each other's abundant assets with the savagery of wild cats, each driven crazy by pain yet unwilling to quit and determined to cause maximum pain and damage to her foe. Curses and threats interspersed with shrieks of agony rang out far and wide, as strong hands crushed and mangled supple flesh. Then, apparently not satisfied with the achieved results, Cori decided to shift her grip to a hopefully much more effective nipple clamp and did so without delay, pinching Karen's stiff nubs in her thumbs and forefingers!
As the sensitive nipples were squashed flat, Karen screeched and writhed furiously beneath the other woman, digging her on nails deep into Cori's breasts in retaliation. While screaming in pain herself, Cori intensified her efforts, squeezing and twisting Karen's trapped nips, pulling and stretching them viciously. Karen howled in agony until - unable to take any more pain - she again grabbed Cori's wrists and attempted to force her to let go.
Crowing in triumph, Cori tugged and wrenched Karen’s nipples with renewed vigor, snarling angrily. Then she yelped and flinched as Karen, at the end of her rope, scooped up a handful of sand and tried to rub it in her eyes! Cori saw it coming at the last second and tried to turn her head away, but her reaction shifted her center of gravity and allowed the wildly bucking Karen to throw her off. The two rose almost simultaneously, and it was Karen who attacked first; charging with a scream of rage.
Cori calmly sidestepped, and as Karen careened past, gave her a shove which added to her momentum. She lost her balance and sprawled in the sand, her breasts plowing twin furrows in the hot sand as she slammed down on her belly. Cori was on her in an instant; straddling the prone Playmate’s back. The furious fitness model hammered heavy blows down to both sides of Karen's head and neck; grunting and snarling with the effort; her thick, meaty, muscular arms swinging in wide arcs; her large, heavy, sweat-glistening breasts bouncing and shaking with her movements after having spilled from the confinement of her little bikini top.
Dazed and hurt by the punches to her head and struggling to regain her wind after landing on her chest, Karen moaned softly as her overwhelmed body went limp momentarily as Cori’s fists slammed into the base of her neck. Panting hard, Cori smiled, in complete control as she pressed down on the back of Karen's head with one hand, forcing the panting Playmate's face into the sand and drawing a muffled grunt. Still smiling, Cori released Karen's top with her free hand, figuring she may as well have a little fun before finishing her off. Her fun ended when Karen drew her knees under her and heaved her butt upward, sending the surprised fitness buff forward onto her face. Behind her, KMac sprang to her feet, spitting sand and curses in liberal quantities; her bare, unfettered breasts swaying and jiggling joyously with new-found freedom as she looked around, searching for someone to murder.
Cori happened to be near-by as, screaming furiously, Karen hurled herself at the fitness babe, her hands groping. Too close to sidestep, Cori took the only other action she could and dropped at Karen's feet, turning sideways. Her sturdy frame hit Karen's shins, tripping her. Karen's ill-fated flight caused no undue disturbance to the Air Defense Grid, but the same couldn’t be said for the seismographic facilities of the West Coast - not to mention those living in the vicinity of the beach. Karen's heavy landing shook the earth like a major seismic event as, slamming the beach tits first, Karen let out a loud squeal as the harsh granules of sand abraided her tender flesh; her firm, well-rounded glutes quivering violently.
Her squeal was followed by a loud cry of pain as Cori, having gotten to her feet, leaped straight up, tucked her knees and came down on Karen's back, her kneecaps slamming into Karen's spine just below her shoulder-blades. Arching her neck back, Karen's sculpted body jerked convulsively, then flopped back down, her long, shapely legs twitching as they landed in a wide V in the sand; her face screwed up and her eyes tightly shut - a perfect picture of Playmate agony.
Compared to Karen’s Cori's face showed pure glee as she bounced up and down a few times, digging her knees deep in Karen’s back while Karen squealed, squawled and squirmed. Cori again pushed Karen’s face into the sand, depriving her of air! Grinning broadly at her muffled moans, Cori jerked Karen's neck back with a handful of hair. Adding insult to injury, her other hand swept down SMACK on the side of Karen's face with her open palm. All the time, Cori kept up a steady patter of taunting and mocking as she kept Karen’s torso firmly pinned to the sand while Karen struggled furiously, powerless to throw her tormentor off. She had to take it all, howling with rage and pain and clawing at the sand.
Finally getting off of Karen, Cori stood, running her fingers through her hair and slicking it back. She was breathing heavily and her hard, muscular frame was glistening with sweat where the sand didn’t stick to it. Otherwise, Cori appeared unaffected by the battle and pleased with the way things were unfolding. And Cori WAS pleased! All her doubts and nervousness were gone as the fight was progressing just as she thought it should. She was stronger, in control and now it was just a matter of time until she’d proven to Karen - and everybody else - she was the better woman! Smiling, she licked her lips in anticipation of seeing the “Playboy bitch” grovel and plead for mercy. It'd be sweet revenge for her loss and clearly once and for all she was the true ‘Queen of the Beach!’
"C'mon, bitch! Get up!" Cori shouted, kicking Karen in the ribs, eager to finish this. Karen groaned, rolled over, and then slowly started to get to her feet. Panting and sweating, Karen had a wild, disheveled look about her, clearly indicative of the fact that she had gotten the worst of the exchanges in this battle so far. Still, there was nothing but steely resolve in her blue eyes as she faced her opponent once again.
"My, my!" Cori chuckled, looking past Karen and down at the sand. "You really enjoy havin' your ass kicked, don't you? Or do you just enjoy havin' your ass kicked by ME?"
Almost subconsciously, Karen followed Cori's gaze to the very spot where she had been lying on her belly moments ago. The area was relatively close to the surf where the sand was moist and tightly compacted. There were two fairly shallow indentations, nearly identical in appearance; each with a small hole in the center slightly deeper, as if someone had poked their finger in the larger hole. Karen's eyes, slowly showing signs of recognition, shifted from the two dimples in the sand to her thrusting, naked breasts and her rock-hard nipples. A few in the crowd swore Karen's entire body, from tip to toe, turned a deep shade of glowing pink - suntan and all! It could have been an optical illusion, but there was nothing illusory about the feral look which came over Karen's beautiful face a moment later
"Don't flatter yourself, bitch!" Karen hissed through clenched teeth, her embarrassment quickly giving way to overwhelmingly cold fury. "I wouldn't enjoy havin' my ass KISSED by a cheap slut like you!"
"Who's offerin', scatterbrain?" Cori asked derisively just before she was sent sprawling with a low moan when Karen's feet slammed in her chest in a perfectly executed drop-kick out of nowhere. Karen also landed on the sand after the kick, but she immediately sprang up and walked over to Cori who lay gasping and clutching her breasts.
"Nobody's offerin'." Karen said, stomping on Cori's belly, hard. She had been brought up well, and it had been bred into her that when someone asked a question, she should always be polite and answer. It was simply the right thing to do. "Not yet..." she finished ominously, then kicked Cori in the ribs.
Cori groaned and sat up, trying to get to her feet, but Karen kicked her in the head, sending her back down, dazed and hurt. Straddling Cori, Karen started hammering her head with both fists, screaming angrily. Cori was hurt, but she was by no means out of it yet; she bucked and kicked wildly, ultimately forcing her attacker off of her. Karen was back on the offensive in an instant, pouncing on Cori and pounding the fitness model's sturdy body with heavy blows. As a groaning Cori tried to cover up, Karen snatched Cori's bikini top, ripping it off. Cori somehow kicked Karen away and sat up, but the lithe, agile Indiana beauty was immediately on her foe again.
Wrapping Cori's own top around Cori's throat from behind, Karen drove a knee in Cori's back and pulled back with her arms, choking Cori brutally. The thinly stretched material of her bikini top biting into her vulnerable throat, constricting it and cutting off her air supply, Cori struggled madly, both frightened and hurt. Gurgling, her eyes bulging, she frantically tried to hook her fingers underneath the improvised noose and loosen it, but soon found this to be impossible.
Karen was a strong woman, and she was not playing around; the top had sunk deep into the soft flesh of Cori's throat and try as she might, the fitness model simply could not get a hold of it. She then tried pulling on Karen's wrists, but for all the results she achieved, she might as well have been pulling at two steel bands. Unable to budge Karen's sinewy arms despite her own considerable strength, Cori panicked and began clawing blindly at Karen's forearms, writhing wildly in the sand.
Snarling, her attractive face twisted in a mask of rage, Karen started bacing up, pulling on Cori’s bikini top, dragging her twisting and kicking down the beach. "I'll teach you to mess with me, you fuckin' BITCH! I'll fuckin' KILL you!!" the furious Playmate hissed, pulling harder and harder at the fabric wrapped around her rival's throat.
A gaping, purple-faced Cori fought desperately to stop what she had thought to be certain victory from turning into ignominious defeat, but it was clear that the oxygen deprivation was taking its toll; she was beginning to fade, and soon appeared to be almost out of it. She probably would have been completely out of it, had it not been for the flimsiness of the bikini top, which suddenly tore apart, unable to take Cori's weight and constant thrashing.
The abrupt release of the load she had been dragging caused Karen to stagger backwards, overbalance, and sit down rather hard and in somewhat undignified fashion, still clutching the now split in half bikini top. Shooting the treacherous garment a disdainful look, Karen flung the pieces aside like the useless rags they were and sprang to her feet, going straight for her rival, who was lying in the sand, gasping and coughing and massaging her sore throat. But, even though she was down, Cori still had plenty of fight left in her and was much too seasoned a warrior to be taken out just like that.
As Karen went to straddle her stricken foe with the intention of finishing her, Cori, acting more on instinct than anything else, balled her fist and fired a short punch straight into Karen's crotch. Karen wailed in pain and went down, curling up on her side and moaning softly with her hands between her legs as she tried to assuage the pain in her womanhood. For her part, Cori remained lying on her back, needing time to recover from the vicious choking she had been subjected to.
The two topless women got to their feet and began circling, each badly shaken, but both determined to fight on. Trading insults, they closed in once again, their hard bodies coming together with a resounding SMACK! Their hands finding each other above their heads, fingers interlocking tightly, they leaned forward, heaving chest to heaving chest, gasping and grunting as they strained mightily in a test of strength, each athletic beauty going all out to overcome her foe. Legs spread for better balance, feet firmly planted in the sand, one forward, the other back, they swayed to and fro; their bodies trembling with the tension as their toned muscles rippling under their glistening, tanned, skin.
"Give it up, bitch! I'm stronger!" A red-faced, huffing Cori growled, gritting her teeth, leaning hard into her rival, trying to force Karen back.
"Guess again, CUNT!" Karen panted, pushing right back into Cori, her own face darkened with the strain, her hot breath hissing rapidly between her bared, clenched teeth. "You're goin' down!"
Her statement proved inaccurate. Karen was a fit woman, but her trim body could not match Cori's thicker frame for sheer power. Her big, solid shoulders and arms flexing, her broad back heaving, Cori slowly but surely overpowered her foe, bending Karen's wrists and forcing her back. Groaning, the sexy Indiana native tried to resist, but it was no good. Now grinning, Cori pushed down mightily, and Karen cried out in pain as her wrists were bent backwards agonizingly. Both her arms and legs giving way, the 1998 Playmate of the Year went down on her knees with Cori towering above her and virtually straddling her.
"You were sayin'?" Cori asked smugly, gripping Karen's hands tightly, twisting her wrists almost to a breaking point.
Sitting on her haunches, and leaning precariously backwards under the relentless pressure from her powerful opponent, Karen mewled in pain and, seeing that she was on the verge of toppling over anyway, she now threw herself back, yanking her hands free of the other woman's grasp. Landing on her back in the sand, Karen lashed out with her right foot and scored a direct hit to Cori's groin.
As the fitness model wailed in pain and clutched at herself, Karen sat up, then rose to her knees and launched herself at her foe, spearing Cori and tackling her to the ground. Slithering atop the downed woman, Karen slammed her naked breasts down on Cori's face with an audible plop and wrapped her arms tightly around Cori's head, securing a breast-smother.
Flat on her back beneath her rival, her face jammed tightly between Karen's luscious tits and completely engulfed by the abundance of pliant flesh and silicone, Cori could not breathe, and she struggled violently, desperate to escape the other woman's fleshy trap before she had suffocated. She bucked and heaved mightily, slamming punches into Karen's sides, and pulling Karen's hair in attempts to force her off. Karen held fast. Karen knew she had her powerful foe snared, and she also knew that all she had to do now was to hang on for a while. The woman thrashing under her may have been strong, but she needed to breathe just like everybody else.
"Just keep her without air for a few more seconds and she's done!" Karen thought, struggling to stay atop her wildly writhing foe. The same thought had occurred to Cori, and it was a daunting one indeed. Realizing that she was slipping closer and closer to defeat with each passing second, but determined not to go down without a fight, Cori squirmed and writhed furiously in the sand, her strong arms and legs flailing wildly.
"You're not goin' anywhere, bitch! You're mine now!" Karen crowed, clinging to her struggling victim as she mashed her slick, full breasts into Cori's face, her fit, glistening body straining to its limits, pressing harder and harder against Cori's thicker frame as if trying to fuse with it.
Desperate for air, Cori hammered and clawed at Karen's sweat-drenched, heaving torso and achieved nothing. Karen just snarled and tightened her strong arms around her foe's head even more, crushing Cori's face against her bare chest, smothering her into oblivion. Cori could sense her strength ebbing and knew Karen could sense it too. Spurred by a feeling of impending doom, she fought frantically, digging her claws into Karen's back and butt. Cori grabbed Karen's thong and yanked with everything she had. Unable to take the rough treatment, it came apart - but not until Cori sawed it painfully back and forth in Karen's crotch. Karen let out a scream of pain as Cori attacked her exposed womanhood from behind; her manicured fingernails savagely ripping the soft flesh. She screeched even louder, but Cori didn’t stop! Using her left hand she clawed Karen's face, searching for her eyes while her other hand continued wreaking havoc on her lower regions. Writhing madly, Karen howled in agony, but refused to ease her suffocating embrace.
Realizing that she was on the verge of winning, she stubbornly clung on, grinding her sweaty tits in Cori's face, knowing that the big bitch could not possibly last much longer without air. In the end, though, Cori's desperation-fueled, brutal dual attack, proved too much for Karen to handle. Unable to deal with the crippling pain between her legs and facing the risk of being blinded by her rival's sharp claws, Karen released her victim/tormentor and rolled away with a wail of pain, desperate to escape the other woman's tearing talons. There was a lull in hostilities so the kneeling Karen took a moment to examine her now naked body for damage. Several yards away, Cori lay on her back, gasping and gulping, trying to replenish her oxygen. Rising shakily to their feet, they faced off; neither willing to risk attacking first. Both were exhausted, badly hurt and demoralized. The fight had proven harder and more grueling than either had imagined, it had taken a toll. Doubts and fears were beginning to weigh on each woman's mind, making her question her ability to overcome her rival and wonder why she’d ever gotten into this battle.
At the same time, both knew there was no quitting; no turning back; each had come too far and given too much to walk away and hand victory to her foe. they'd pride, and while neither really wanted to fight on, both wanted to win; wanted the prize: complete dominance of Muscle Beach! It was too great a reward for either to give up on, not to mention the chance to finally prove once and for all her superiority over her greatest rival. Each was burning to be Queen of Beach; burning to avenge what - to her - had been the most humiliating defeat at the hands of the other. Each had to continue the fight.
Battered and weary but determined to see this through right to the bitter end, they closed in again, panting and sweating as they swung wildly with all they'd left. Dodging her rival's big, meaty arms as best she could, the seemingly more agile Karen slammed a fusillade of punches into Cori's thick, muscular torso, her fists smacking loudly against the bare skin. Cori grunted with each impact, but her sturdy frame absorbed the blows, and even though she was undoubtedly hurt, she just kept on coming, much to Karen’s dismay as she suddenly felt crowded and overwhelmed by Cori’s powerful body.
Cori barreled into Karen, pounding Karen's sculpted upper body with heavy blows that echoed across the beach accompanied by Karen's yelps and groans of pain. Grunting with each powerful swing, Cori pressed forward, hammering her fists into Karen's breasts and sending the large, glistening, orbs flopping and bouncing on her chest; drawing loud moans of pain from the battered Indiana beauty. Desperate, Karen tried to rally, but a mighty one-two combo flush on the jaw dropped her on her back seeing stars! Still, she wasn’t finished as Cori quickly found out to her dismay when she moved to pounce on her!
Picking up her legs, Karen straightened them out, slamming her feet into the other woman's belly, making her groan and double over. Karen then rose up and rocked Cori with two mighty punches to the head. As Cori staggered, Karen followed and struck at her foe's left breast, her fist sinking right in the middle of the opulence of tit flesh and silicone, pancaking it flat against the chest. Cori squealed and staggered back clutching her boob. That gave Karen the opportunity to move in and SMACK-SMACK-SMACK, nail Cori with three quick shots to the belly!
Cori winced and backed off even further and Karen flashed a predatory grin, feeling pretty pleased with the discovery that for all of her rival's bulk and musculature, the bitch’s abs were not at all what they could have been. To Karen, Cori's belly felt soft and she’d felt it give under her blows. Thinking she’d found a weakness, Karen ruthlessly set out to exploit it. She lashed out with her right foot, kicking Cori in the belly, then pressed forward, using her speed to attack Cori's vulnerable abs with a flurry of heavy blows. At the same time, Karen carefully avoided Cori’s counterpunches. Cori had been hurt by the vicious, focused, assault, but she had no intention of going down!
Karen was quick, but not that quick and, having taken a while to find the range, Cori began to strike back. The sound of fist striking flesh mixed with grunts of effort and screams of anger and pain that reverberated across Muscle Beach as two strong, furious women battled each other for supremacy at the edge of the surf. Swinging mightily, Karen managed to back Cori up a few steps into the water as they fought ankle-deep in the surf. Ducking a wild roundhouse that could have taken her head off, Karen stepped in and WHAP! WHAP! pumped two hard punches low in Cori's belly. As Karen’s fists went deep, Cori grunted and sank to her knees, her face ashen. Still, Cori had enough left to fire a right up into Karen’s groin. She screamed and also went to her knees holding her crotch with both hands. With a wide open target, Cori drew back and BAM, punched Karen in the face, sending her splashing down flat on her back. Karen slowly rolled over onto her belly and pushed up to all-fours - a position that exposed her to more pain and misery!
Still kneeling, Cori came in behind Karen and drove her right knee straight into the Indiana woman's exposed, vulnerable, cunt! Using both hands on Karen's perfectly-rounded butt to prop herself for better balance, Cori drove her knee forward again, WHUMP! Gagging and gasping, her whole body racked by pain, Karen's arms buckled and her face plowed into the sand as her legs spread and her sexy naked ass - still firmly held by Cori’s clutching hands - stayed invitingly raised in the air! Cori eyed Karen’s bare bottom, grinned and buried her right fist in the soft, tender flesh between Karen's spread, trembling, thighs. Karen howled in agony as she writhed in pin in the surging surf, expending her fading willpower to keep from simply curling up in a ball and bawling like a baby…which was just what Cori was interested in forcing her to do! She set about making it happen, deciding it was time to use her most potent and feared weapons! Sitting down in the water in front of Karen, Cori grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled the former Playmate’s head up, snapping her thighs shut around it.
"Now I gotcha… bitch!" Cori growled triumphantly, propping herself with one hand behind her and using her other to tug Karen's hair as she locked her ankles and began to squeeze; her pulsating thigh muscles standing out like chiseled granite on sexy legs developed through years of workouts. As her powerful thighs clamped down on Karen’s head, she gave a choked gasp, her eyes bulging and her face turning red from the immense pressure. Moaning, Karen struggled, slapped and punched the steely limbs that held her trapped; digging her fingernails into Cori’s smooth, wet, flesh.
"Give up, cunt!" Cori ordered, squeezing tighter and tighter, trying to crush her opponent's head. "You know I'm the better woman; admit it, or I'll squash you like a bug!" But despite the very realistic chance of Cori actually carrying out her threat, Karen still continued to resist, her pride not allowing her to give up. Desperate for freedom, Karen dug her claws into Cori's crotch. When the fitness model squealed and her scissors loosened a little, Karen saw her opportunity and took it! Pushing her face snugly down on the front of Cori's thong, the Indiana-born Playmate bared her white teeth and bit down - hard! “AIIEEEEEEEE!” Cori gave a piercing shriek as it was her turn to writhe in agony as she hammered on Karen's head and pulled her hair! The scissors hold broken, Karen rolled away and got up, looking to back off and get a much needed breather. She could not enjoy her newly-gained freedom for long, however, as Cori got to her feet as well and tackled her, bringing both of them crashing into the water again. As they both rose up on their knees, Cori now began to pound her rival with both fists, snarling with rage. Karen bravely tried to fight back, but her spirited resistance did not last long.
Swinging hard, Cori slammed devastating punches into Karen's body and head, sending her down. Cori jumped on top, whaling away as Karen groaned and struggled. After all the fierce fighting and numerous changes of fortune, the upper hand was again Cori's and this time she intended to keep it! Rising, Cori dragged Karen up by the hair and wrapped her in a bear hug, her powerful arms trapping Karen's at her sides. Lifting Karen in the air, Cori shook her like a rag doll while Karen groaned, her legs kicking uselessly, her head lolling.
"You give, bitch?" Cori asked, squeezing mightily, her clasped hands digging painfully into the small of Karen's back.
"F-F-fuck you!" Karen wheezed, wincing in pain, her body arching backwards, suspended in Cori's crushing embrace and shaking from the strain the fitness model's muscular arms were putting on it.
"Yeah?" Cori growled, breathing heavily into Karen's naked, quivering breasts, "Still think you're tough, huh? Let's see how you like getting drowned like the rat you are!"
With that, Cori started walking further into the ocean, carrying her twisting, kicking victim, who was now positively wailing with fright. Ironically, Karen's aqua phobia did the Indiana babe more good than harm! Faced with the prospect of being dragged into the deep by what she knew to be an utterly ruthless foe, Karen's survival instinct kicked in. Her overwhelming inherent fear of the water flooded her battered, exhausted body with adrenaline, energizing her to levels she could never have reached consciously. Literally fighting for her life, she was able to free one arm and immediately jammed a thumb in Cori's eye. Cori's response came in the form of a scream and an instant release of the bear hug.
Standing in waist-deep water, Karen smashed her fist straight into the big woman's chin, stunning her, and then further compounded the effect with two more blows to the jaw. As Cori swayed and all but collapsed, Karen helped herself to two handfuls of the formers tit flesh and used it to haul Cori through the water, digging her claws in deep. Cori screamed and struggled but it was no good; Karen was not feeling at all comfortable in the ocean and wanted to get out of it as quickly as possible, and she continued to walk backwards towards the beach, dragging the squealing fitness model by the tits.It wasn’t until Karen had almost reached the shore and the water was no higher than her ankles that Cori finally managed to break Karen's death grip on her mauled mammaries and stand up. Tangling her hands in her foe's wet hair, Cori started to viciously shake Karen back and forth, snarling angrily. Karen's response was to bury her right fist into Cori's stomach, drawing a loud grunt from Cori. Two more shots to her belly had the fitness model groaning and backing away.
"Come here, bitch!" Karen yelled and sprang forward.
Cori elected to meet her charging foe head-on, the two hard, wet bodies coming together with a deafening slap. At the moment of impact Cori grabbed, lifted and twisted at the same time, slamming Karen down and landing on top of her amidst a fountain of sea water. Karen groaned, but still ad enough presence of mind to wrap her arms and legs around her foe and prevent the latter from rising up and straddling her. The two wrestled furiously in the surf for several seconds, cursing and screaming before Cori ended up with her body wedged sideways between Karen's legs.
Wrapping her arms around her opponent's head and pulling it hard into her chest, cheek first, to negate the danger of biting, Karen now proceeded to squeeze Cori's thick midsection with glee, Karen's powerful scissors cutting deep into Cori's belly. Cori groaned and squirmed, hammering and clawing at Karen's body, her face red from the strain. She eventually managed to free herself of the other woman's encircling limbs by raking her fingernails across Karen's face and tried to get away, but did not get far.
As the women rose almost simultaneously, Karen closed in from behind, wrapping her arms around Cori's waist and clasping her hands on the fitness model's belly. Cori winced and tried to break the hold with her hands, but could not. Grunting with the effort Karen lifted Cori up in the air, shook her back and forth a few times and then slammed her face first into the surf. Rising up on her knees and still having her foe locked in tight, Karen now squeezed as hard as she possibly could, hands gripping each other and digging into Cori's belly, strong arms constricting, pulling, wrenching, chin digging between Cori's shoulders, hips pumping forcefully into Cori's shapely backside. Groaning, feeling her abs and innards being pulverized by her strong rival, Cori squirmed in Karen's clutches, clawing and pulling at Karen's forearms and wrists, desperate for release.
"I'll snap you in half, you fuckin' CUNT!" Karen panted, rocking violently from side to side, shaking Cori's body around, destroying the fitness model's midsection.
"NNNAAAARGH!" was all Cori could say in reply, her reddened face contorted in agony, mouth agape, sucking air. Digging her fingernails in Karen's wrists and getting only an increase in the pressure around her waist as a result, Cori moaned in pain, frantically searching for a way out. Reaching back and around her attacker, she groped Karen's ass before locating her soft target and tearing into it with a vengeance.
The sudden searing pain in her assaulted womanhood caused Karen to shriek and jerk back, releasing her hold and grabbing Cori's wrist to force the invading hand away. Desperate to put some space between herself and her rival and regroup, Cori lunged forward, but not quickly enough. Karen pounced on Cori from behind again, trapping her in a full nelson.
Before Cori could respond, Karen fell backwards, dragging the former on top of her and adding a crushing body scissors to the nelson. Cori bellowed in frustration, writhing madly in Karen's clutches. It seemed to her that she had entered some kind of endless loop. Every time she escaped a hold which her foe had put her in, she instantly found herself trapped in another one. She was beginning to feel controlled by the other woman and she did not like this one little bit. Another thing which she liked even less was the fact that she was also feeling a lot of pain.
Karen's hands at the back of her head were pushing her chin towards her chest with a great deal of force, putting a great deal of pressure on her neck, while Karen's toned legs were putting even greater pressure on her midsection, threatening to crush her ribcage. "Give up, bitch!" Karen growled, pushing and squeezing, her fit body straining to the limit in an effort to break that of her foe.
Realizing that she was in dire straits, but unable to stand even the thought of submitting to her hated rival, Cori struggled with all her might, heaving and twisting, her powerful arms and legs flailing around, her massive breasts bouncing and rolling all over her broad chest with her violent movements. Desperation lending her extra strength, she put everything she had in one titanic effort, letting out a long, loud scream of exertion and anger, and she somehow managed to bring her arms down, breaking the nelson.
"Fuck!" Karen grunted in a flat, emotionless voice. Before she could do anything else, Cori jerked her head back, striking her in the face. Karen groaned and recoiled and Cori bucked wildly, breaking free of her scissors as well. Cori tried to wrestle Karen down and straddle her, but she struggled defiantly, twisting like an eel. Slipping away, Karen pushed up to her knees and knocked Cori down with a well-timed blow. Cori tried to get up again with the same result! Jumping on her, Karen reverse-straddled her, then slid backward, planting her naked ass on her face. Wriggling her hips a little, Karen settled down into a comfortable seat, the firm, yet pliant flesh of her butt molding itself to Cori's features, forming a tight seal. Deprived of air and faced with losing to her most hated rival in the most humiliating fashion, Cori went berserk, thrashing the shallow water around her to froth as she bucked and kicked; her powerful body heaving in a desperate struggle for air.
Karen kept her mount, looking focused and grim, knowing she had Cori trapped - determined to end it right there. She steadily ground her shapely backside hard into her victim's, her taut glistening buttocks clenching, gripping, smothering. Apparently not satisfied with simply cutting off her opponent's air supply, the Indiana-born beauty now fired a few raping punches into Cori's jiggling breasts before grabbing the two supple orbs and mauling them savagely. Spurred on by the pain, Cori struggled even more violently, slapping and punching at Karen's torso and hips but Karen just grinned, reached down with one hand and then pumping several shots into Cori’s heaving belly! Grabbing the front of Cori's thong and pulling hard, Karen gave Cori a front wedgie, pulling and yanking until her thong ripped apart - but not until it caused the thrashing Cori a great deal of pain!
Sensing that she was fading, and realizing that unless she did something quickly it was all over for her, Cori fought with all her might, her muscular, now oxygen-starved body working overtime as she tired to throw her tormentor off. Refusing to accept defeat at the hands of the loathsome McDougal bitch, she now reached up, grabbed Karen's hair and yanked sideways with everything she had and the immense effort proved enough to topple Karen.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Karen shrilled, her eyes wide her eyes wide and full of both hatred and panic as she struggled to comprehend how it was possible for anyone to possess that much raw power. She had been sure she had had the bitch all wrapped up and ready to dispose of and to seeing Cori's powerful form rise up from the surf to face her was a crushing blow to her psyche.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE, YOU FUCKIN' FREAK?" Karen whined plaintively, now utterly convinced in life's monumental unfairness.
The naked women squared off, panting and shaking. Both were exhausted and desperate and both knew their next clash would in all probability their last, which was why they wasted no time in closing in for that clash, each hell-bent on prevailing over her rival and claiming Muscle Beach for herself. Karen drilled a punch in Cori's belly and took one in the face in return. Then they came together; their hands clasped; fingers intertwining. They staggered out of the water just beyond the edge of the surf where their tired legs refused to support their weight any longer and they slowly sank to their knees, leaning into each other, their locked hands high overhead; their arms trembling from the strain.
The test of strength, like their previous one, was short and decisive. Cori was a big, powerful woman, but she had simply spent too much energy struggling to get out of the last damaging sequence of brutal holds Karen had put her in. In short, Karen had more strength left than her rival at this point, her lithe, toned body having somehow fared better through the grueling battle than Cori's bigger, more heavily muscled frame.
Slowly, relentlessly, Karen overwhelmed Cori, bending her wrists, pushing into her, forcing her backward. Eyes wide in disbelief at what was transpiring, the pride she took in her superbly developed, powerful body severely wounded, Cori screamed in frustration as she went all-out to regain lost ground. Groaning tensely, baring her teeth, Cori strained in a sinew-snapping, tendon-tearing, effort. Her muscles rippled beneath her wet, tanned skin as did Karen's. Panting, her heavy breathing hissing between clenched teeth, Karen leaned into Cori, sliding her chest on Cori's, putting weight behind her. Karen's large, jutting tits speared Cori's battered boobs, thrusting deep until Cori groaned again, this time in despair and discomfort. Karen snarled and pushed harder, her firmer tits crushing Cori's overmatched orbs, flattening them against the chest, and as that happened, Cori suddenly let out a wail and toppled over, unable to withstand Karen's late charge.
"Yesssss!!" Karen hissed triumphantly as she landed on top of her foe. Wrenching her hands free of the other woman's she grabbed Cori's wrists and pinned her arms above her head. Cori moaned and struggled, but did not seem to have enough strength to throw Karen off. Pulling Cori's arms up Karen spread them out wide and slammed them forcefully to the ground, pinning them again. Karen stretched out on top of Cori, her body covering Cori's inch per inch, weighing it down. "Can't get up, can you, bitch?" Karen taunted, leering in Cori's face as the pinned woman squirmed ineffectually beneath her. "Whassamatter? All those steroids and pumpin' iron, and you can't even get me off of you, you pathetic wimp!"
The insult stung Cori deep and she redoubled her efforts to break free, but she was too spent to make any impression on Karen's 125-odd pounds of sinewy strength and remained pinned on her back, gasping and moaning, her fingers curling into claws as she tried in vain to get her arms off the sand and out of Karen's grasp.
"It's over, bitch!" Karen panted. "You're done and everybody knows it! But I might as well make it a little more "official" - just for the benefit of your dumb ass!"
With that, Karen started counting, loud enough for everyone to hear. She counted slowly - with four or five second pauses between numbers - certain that she had total control of the situation and determined to embarrass her rival. The count had a positively galvanizing effect on Cori, who realized fully well that she was being humiliated in addition to being pinned. The realization was an agonizing one, for the concept of the counting was not at all unfamiliar to her. She herself had done this to many a rival, but never in her worse nightmares had she thought that she would ever be on the receiving end of it. Desperate to avoid the indignity of being held down for a ten count, Cori squirmed and twisted, arching her back in attempts to escape, groaning and grunting as she fought with all she had left. Unfortunately, what she had left wasn't much - certainly less than what Karen had!
Maintaining her position on top, Karen answered each of her opponent's efforts with an even greater one of her own, weighing Cori down, keeping her pinned flat on her back, controlling her. Her slow count was already up to five, and it did not look like Cori would be able to do anything to escape before it had reached ten. No matter how hard the pinned Californian tried, her battered, exhausted body just could not overcome the other woman's lean, toned frame on top of it. Each time she arched her back in an attempt to twist and dislodge her rival, her raised pelvis was met by a thrust of Karen's curvy hips and driven back down. Lying atop a fatigued Cori, Karen held her stretched out; straining to keep her down, her steely thighs pressing on Cori's, keeping her legs locked straight, preventing her from planting her feet for leverage. Karen's stony abs mashed Cori's softened belly, caving it in while Karen's firm, full breasts ground down Cori's beaten tits; flattening them, spreading them. Karen's ock-hard nipples pushed Cori's pink nubs back, inverting them, pinning them inside Cori's pancaked puppies. Cori squealed and howled in discomfort and shame as she battled on, determined not to be defeated, but it was clear she was fading! Karen had reached "7" and Cori was still flat on her back, apparently powerless to do anything about it.
"You're finished, slut! Your ass is mine!" Karen growled, interrupting her count, making an even longer pause between "7" and "8". She could sense Cori's struggles fading and, buoyed by that, she dug into her reserves of strength to really take it to her. Relishing feeling Cori powerhouse's mighty body weakening beneath her, she virtually dominated Cori; her taut muscles and sinews pulsed and vibrated against her with what to Cori seemed like a sledge hammer. Cori's growls and grunts gradually turned to moans as her strength waned, leaving her helpless at Karen's mercy.
"8!" Karen calm voice spurred the fitness model to continue her fruitless struggles. Mewling in despair, Cori tried to will some strength in her muscular, once powerful arms and tear them free from Karen's vice-like grip, but to no avail.
"No! No! No!" Cori cried in utter mental anguish, sensing Karen's superiority and knowing she'd been beaten.Karen slammed her tits into Cori's deflated boobs, mashing them flat, smothering them, hurting them and crushing Cori's will.
"9!" Karen smiled grimly as she continued her domination, flattening her foe to the sand, ignoring the latter's feeble squirming. All of Cori's attempts to bridge up and free herself were futile and short-lived; Karen's curvy hips pumped mightily, her shapely, glistening ass clenching and unclenching as it moved up and down energetically, her neatly trimmed mound slamming again and again into Cori's with brutal force, mashing, grinding, hammering. Each hard impact was drawing a cry from Cori, and driving the latter's firm but overwhelmed ass deeper and deeper into the wet sand, Karen literally pounding her rival into the ground.
Staring defeat in the face, Cori now gathered all of her remaining strength and arched her back violently, straining every muscle and tendon in her body to its limit, in a last ditch effort to escape. She could not. She simply was not strong enough. She quickly realized that herself and she whimpered rather pathetically as she continued to exert the last vestiges of energy she had left, hoping against hope for a miracle.
Karen did not believe in miracles. Looking deep into her struggling victim's eyes from inches away, the dominant Playmate saw fear and hatred gradually giving way to recognition, which in turn was replaced by resignation as Cori finally accepted her rival's supremacy. Subjected to enormous tension, her powerfully build, sexy body quivered violently for several seconds...then just quit; collapsing to the sand beneath Karen's taut, sculpted frame. With one last feeble jerk and a choked sob, Cori went limp in utter defeat.
The moment Cori flopped down, Karen suddenly stiffened and then began to shudder convulsively, the unexpected orgasm which ripped through her like a tidal wave completing one of the most intense, satisfying experiences she had ever had. For several long moments she quaked and twitched on top of the other woman, groaning gutturally, her throbbing snatch oozing hot juices onto Cori's helpless cunt, making the pinned model whimper in shame. Then her shuddering gradually subsided, and she too lay still for a moment.
"10!!" she said at last.
Giving Cori's face a slow lick, Karen pushed herself up with a twist of her torso, driving her tits deeper into Cori's softer boobs, flattening them, flicking her nipples on Cori's beaten nips; drawing a low moan from her! Straightening up, she straddled her, gasping for air and shaking from exhaustion but absolutely ecstatic! It was probably the hardest, painful and grueling battle she'd ever fought, but it was over! She'd won and if she weren't so tired she'd have squealed and jumped for joy! Her win was hard-earned, but the prize was worth it as far as she was concerned. Beating Cori made Karen the Alpha female, Queen of Muscle Beach and she wanted everybody to know it, starting with Cori!.Tired as she was, Karen put her heart and soul into powerful slaps to Cori's unprotected face that soon had her pleading for mercy, too weak to even raise her hands to defend herself.
"Hmmm, let's recap," Karen said, pushing the wet hair away from her face with a shaky hand. "As I recall, you came here thinkin' you're hot stuff, actin' like you own the place. You don't; I do! I also own YOUR sorry ass now! I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do with it, but it's mine nevertheless. You wanna know how come? 'Cause I beat you, bitch! I bested you in every way possible! I out-punched you; I out-slapped you; I out-kicked you; I out-wrestled you; I out-scissored you; I out-smothered you; I outlasted you; and guess what, bitch, I even out-muscled you. I held that useless lump of blubber you call a body pinned down for a ten count - and you know I could have held you down for as log as I wanted. In short, my dear big, fat, steroid-grown musclehead - I plain outfought you! I beat you on every level imaginable, and do you wanna know why? Because, Cori Nadine, I am BETTER than you!" The only answer was a sob from the defeated woman. "Or are you goin' to come up with another half-assed excuse for losing to me - AGAIN?" She inquired, arching an eyebrow. Cori said nothing. There was nothing to say; no excuses. She'd been utterly demolished; beaten like never before by a bitch she hated more than anyone. Cori felt like crying...a lot.
"No?" Karen raised her other eyebrow. "Alright then! That must mean you've learned your lesson!" She slid back and sat on Cori's belly, grasping her bruised breasts. "Now, I want you to share your knowledge with everybody! Tell 'em who the better woman is! Say it, bitch, loud and clear or I'll rip your soft, droopy boobs OFF! Who's the better woman?" She dug her claws into the pliant flesh.
"You!" The defeated woman bleated pitifully. "You're the better woman!" Cori was absolutely terrified and would do whatever Karen wanted to save further punishment she knew she couldn't take.
"And who owns this beach now?" Karen demanding, still squeezing.
"YOU! You own the beach!" Cori pouted.
"Good!" Karen patted Cori's boob and got up. "Prove it!" She said as she straddled Cori's head and then dropped into a straddle split, her crotch on Cori's face. She held the pose, nonchalantly running her fingers through her hair, slicking it back; disregarding the muffled sounds of protest beneath. Karen leaned forward and slowly pumping her hips back and forth, times grinding on Cori's face. She wasn't trying to render her unconscious or torture her, she was simply letting Cori and everyone else know who the number one bitch was! Her dominance established, Karen rose, allowing Cori to finally get air into her lungs. "Now listen, muscle girl," Karen said, looking into Cori's dejected face. "You either leave for good, or stay; I don't care. If you hang around, know your place! There'll be no more fuckin' attitude; no more "Queen Cori" shit! It's ‘Queen Karen’ now… if you forget for one second you'll require hospitalization! Get that in your thick skull! You're through! You mess with me again and I'll break your back, understand?" She put a foot on Cori's mound and pressed down…hard!
"AAAAAAHH! OK! OK! I UNDERSTAND!!" Cori cried out.
"Do you? Whose beach is it, slut?" Karen growled
"Y-Y-Yours! It's your beach!" The big woman stammered.
"Good! Anybody here disagrees?" Karen inquired icily, staring around challengingly, even though she realized perfectly well that in her battered, exhausted state she would easily be ripped apart by each and every one of the women there. But despite that obvious fact, everywhere Karen looked, she saw all eyes dropping down, not meeting hers. All, except for one pair... "How about YOU?” Karen asked, walking right up to the owner of said pair, staring hard. “You disagree?"
"And what if I do?" The fit, athletic blonde stared right back, her green eyes locking with Karen's blue ones, sparks flying.
"Well, then I guess I'm just gonna have to make you see things my way!" Karen purred.
"Any time you're feelin' up for it, hon!" the blonde replied.
They stared into each other's eyes for several moments, then Karen tossed her head and walked to where she had spotted her bikini top. She knew that a challenge to her throne had just been issued and accepted, but she could not care less. All in due time, she said to herself as she put her still intact top on. The bottom part of her swimsuit was a different story, though. That was gone forever. She looked around and saw several towels in the sand. She picked up one and wrapped it around her waist. It was not really her color, but she decided it would do for getting to her car. Predictably, nobody stepped forward to claim ownership of the towel as she started walking away.
In fact, everyone started to leave except Cori who rolled over on her belly in shock, trying to process what had happened to her. She couldn't believe she'd lost; she'd been so confident; she'd known it wouldn't be easy, but she'd felt certain she'd win because of her excellent shape. How could this be? she asked herself; swallowing tears of disappointment as she struggled to come to grips with the hard reality. Karen's last ominous words rang in her head and for a moment she considered leaving the beach for good, but she knew she couldn’t. She had no place else to go. She'd stay, but she was going to pay a price.Life on Muscle Beach certainly wouldn't be fun from now on, not with McDougal bitch lording it over the place; over her. She didn't see what she could do about it. She'd been beaten soundly. Having given her all and still lost, she wasn't sure if she had the guts to challenge Karen any time soon - if ever.
"You win, bitch!" Cori said in a small, shaky voice, watching Karen walk away and noting the provocative, confident sway of the towel-wrapped curvy hips even through the prism of her tears. "You can have your beach, Goddam' you to Hell; you can have it all! Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause one of these days you'll get yours! And when it happens, I'll be right there, laughin' in your broken face...” Burying her face in her hands, Cori cried bitterly in defeat.