‘The Grand Royal Hotel, New York City. Saturday evening, August 4th at seven o’clock.’ My challenge was issued over Twitter just this morning. I couldn’t stand to see this bimbo getting all the glory. Champion, my ass. She was nothing compared to me, all the twits that she had gone up against up until now were nothing like me. I knew that if I just had the chance, if I could just get her into a room and go head to head with her, that I could steal the Championship title for that prissy little bitch.
‘You’re on, skank.’ The response was simple and confident. Veronica, AKA the Jugg-ernaut, fell right into my lap. It was time to strip this twat of her title and name myself, Scarlet, the Tittie Terminator, the new North American Titty Fighting Champion.
The night had finally come. I had trained long and hard for this moment and though I had never before been defeated, neither had the Champion. I heard, through the grapevine, that Veronica had also been training intensely. She must be nervous. Worried that I will take her down just as I plan to do.
I arrived at the hotel, my chosen location based on the large, spacious rooms and hardwood flooring. Perfect for brawling. I wanted a face to face, private fight. No ring, no audience, just me and the Bitch going at each other and finally putting the rest the question, who was the true champion? I was dressed for a battle, my navy blue yoga pants clung to my thighs and round ass, coming just up to my navel. My black tank top was low cut, exposing my ample cleavage though I wore no bra underneath. My clothes were tight and showed off my curves, I wanted this Bitch to see the body that she was going up against. My hair was short and I wore a simple headband to keep the wisps of hair out of my face. I went natural, expecting to sweat and rub against each other. No makeup would help me win this fight and I wouldn’t be the bimbo that I knew I was going up against.
I made my way up the stairs to keep myself limber and get my blood flowing for the big match. I got there early to familiarize myself with the space. I made my way down the hall and when I reached the room, I realized that someone was already inside. I heard two voices from behind the white, wooden door. A man and a woman. I slid my key card through the lock slot and the door opened. I entered into a small entryway that was open to the larger living space of the hotel room. The furniture had already been pushed back against the walls and a spacious fighting area was cleared and prepared in the center of the room.
A woman stood in the center of the room. Long, dark hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. A white, thin cotton t-shirt tight over her bare breasts. Tiny denim shorts hugging her curvy backside and showing off her flat stomach. Her thighs were toned and she was already barefoot standing on the cold hardwood floors. Her eyes were bright and were lined with black makeup curving gently in the outer corners. Her lips were painted a dark red and her devilish smile flashed in my direction as I entered the room. Veronica.
Standing next to her was a man. He was massaging her shoulders and reaching around her to fondle her 36DDD’s. He caressed her body and prepared her massive mammaries for the upcoming war. I could see his erection growing in his pants the moment I walked into the room. He looked at Veronica’s face to see her reaction to my presence. Her smile was clear and he looked back at me, slight worry in his eyes. He was obviously hers. She reached behind her and grabbed at his crotch. She groped him as she stared into my eyes, her teasing stare saying ‘I own this, you have nothing’.
“I see you made it. Glad you could get here so early and set up for me. Seems like you were meant for grunt work.” I flashed a smile at the man and gave him a wink. Veronica’s smile faded but she quickly covered up her annoyance and her cockiness reared up again.
“I have people for that.” She said, stroking the man’s face with her long, manicured fingers. “That’s what happens when you are a champion. I mean, not you, but…”She snapped her fingers and lifted her arms into the air. The man pulled her top off over her head and retreated to the couch on the far wall of the room. He sat and held her top close to his face and stared at the two of us, waiting for the show to begin.
I approached Veronica, confidence and eagerness to take her down was visible in my eyes. I stood face to face with her, our noses touching. Our eyes were fixated on each other, lips pursed and attitude oozing.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment. You’ve been in power far too long, Veronica. Somehow these small titted bitches have succumbed to you and made you think you had some kind of talent!” I spewed bile and cut her down, thrusting my chest out until our breasts were pressed firmly together. “You’re nothing. You don’t have the guts or the tits to go up against me. Just concede the title to me and I’ll let you leave here tonight with your dignity and your tits intact.” My sly smile was just an inch away from her face and my hands were propped firmly on my hips. I was slightly taller than her but Veronica clearly had the championship title for a reason.
“Oh, sweet naive child.” She taunted. “How cute it is of you to think that you have what it takes to go up against the North American, undefeated champion! The nerve of you! Oh, but I just think it’s adorable. Challenging the Jugg-ernaut the way you did, publicly on social media so that everyone will know of your complete failure. So sweet. I love when my victims do my advertising for me!” She laughed in my face but I refused to flinch. I glanced over at her attendant and then gave him a little smirk.
“I see you have a little trophy cock over there.” I watched as the man on the couch pulled his dick out of his pants and began stroking as he watched us size each other up. “You know, when I have you on your knees tonight sucking on my superior boobs and conceding your title to me, I’m going to be taking that throbbing trophy for myself.” The man was furiously masturbating now, listening to the banter and imagining his possible fate. Veronica, however, was not so turned on by my suggestion. She puffed out her chest and grinded her teeth, ready to rip my head off.
“You dirty Cunt!” She shouted angrily. “I’ll make sure you have a mouth full of champion by the end of this night!” She grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me away from her in a fit of rage. She was quick to anger… this could be to my advantage. I stumbled backwards but caught myself quickly. My grin widened as I could see how threatened she was by me. I took a couple of teasing steps forward and my long fingernails gripped onto the the front of my shirt. I dug my nails into the thin fabric and ripped the tank top from my bulging chest. I tossed the rag at the man on the couch and he looked as if he was about the explode. Veronica snapped at him and he immediately stopped touching himself and threw my shirt on the the floor in the corner. She had him trained well, he was her devoted puppy. I was going to love taking him from her.
Veronica ran at me full force, shouting obscenities and thrusting her massive breasts at me ready to slam into me like a sumo wrestler. I tried to step out of the way, to sidestep her attack and have her stumble over her own weight like a fool. She was too quick. She slammed into my right side, her right boob pounding into mine, hard. I was thrown a bit off balance and I tripped over my own feet. I tumbled to the floor onto my knees and looked up at the man on the couch staring down at me.
“Get her Veronica!” He spoke for the first time in the night. I gritted my teeth and jumped up onto my feet. I turned to my opponent and widened my stance, ready for another attack. It came rapidly and Veronica ran at me once again. This time she was smiling, knowing that she had thrown me. She sprinted at me and this time my sidestep game was right on par. I faked left and then spun to my right, letting her lumber right into the wall. She turned and growled at me, her hands braced against the wall and she spun around on her heel.
She took a few patient steps toward me, closing in as I backed away slowly. I let her get a little closer, if she was near me she couldn’t get her weight behind another quick attack. But that wasn’t her plan at all. As she closed the gap between us she threw her arms around me, pulling me in and embracing me in a tight bear hug. I was surprised at her move, she knew that bear hugs were my weakness. My arms tightened against my sides and I struggled to free them. I threw my shoulders left and right but her delicate arms were surprisingly strong! Her fingers were clasped behind my back and her face was so close to mine I could feel her warm breath on my cheek.
“Mmm, already time to concede? Better say it now, while you can still breath.” She hissed in my ear. Her breath was sweet, like cherry lip gloss. My breasts were flattened against my ribs and my nipples were bending under the pressure. That was when it hit me. Nipples. I was an expert nipple fighter and Veronica was never as experienced in that. If I could just get out of this hug I could begin a nipple battle and take this dirty bitch down!
I widened my footing and tried to twist my way out of the squeeze. She was just too strong and her arms compressed me so tight that it was getting difficult to breath. I fought for shallow inhalations as I looked into her eyes. My fave was getting hot and pink and sweat began to slowly drip down my temple and dribble down the back of my neck. I had to do something to throw her off. To get her off guard and make her loosen her grip on me. Veronica was a professional, she fought hard and straight. Something that I always prided myself on was my ability to improvise and make a fight my own. She was quick to anger and maybe I could use that to get her hot headed so I can use her emotions to my advantage.
“No wonder you want to be so close to me, honey. To get your hands all over this body and feel what a real pair of tits feel like. That trophy cock of yours must love coming to these fights, he gets to see what a real woman looks like.” I taunted. Veronica’s teeth began to grind and I saw fire rage behind her eyes.
“He’s all mine. Completely devoted to me and rock hard for my perfect, champion breasts! You couldn’t even hope to gain his faour the way I have.” She spoke these confident words but her voice wavered as if she didn’t believe what she was saying.
“Well I bet he would love to see something a little more slutty.” I whispered seductively. I thrusted forward, her arms still latched around me pulling me close. I kissed her lips hard and slid my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes widened and she tasted my mouth momentarily before releasing her grip on my shoulders. She stumbled back and stared in disbelief at me, licking her lips and massaging her tender breasts. She looked over at him, his cock in his hand and his eyes fixated on the two of us. She knew that he loved it, she knew that I had shaken her and she couldn’t stand it. Her temper was fuming and she began to snarl in my direction. I knew that I had to make a decision, how was I going to turn this fight around?
I shook my arms out, rubbed my delts and worked out the bear hug from my breast tissue. Veronica charged at me and this time she was out for blood. She slammed into me hard, both her orbs crushing mine against my chest. I stood my ground but she twisted to the left and bashed my right boob. My right side, in turn, hit my left and a wave of pain shot through my firm but sensitive mounds. I fought forward, trying to swing at her but she just kept hammering at me. Left slams, right uppercuts, coming down from above and bashing into my tits like a jackhammer. She kept going forward, running into me and forcing me to retreat backward. I couldn’t stand the pain much longer and needed to figure out how to get in my own attacks.
My only chance was to stop the heavy slams from her ample breasts. To turn the battle from hard and heavy to intricate and focused. I knew that she had never been very specialized in nipple duels, that was my only chance to come back from the sledge hammering that was torturing my tits. I winded in pain as Veronica’s left breast hit my right hard from above. She was still coming at me and I grabbed my round orbs and pointed them in her direction as she approached for another attack. She tried to bang her right breast down onto my right, but I pointed my nipple upward as her breast came into contact with mine. My tips had become rock hard and pointed straight out as her flesh surrounded it. I saw her face shift from the angry, violent opponent to a surprised, hurt little girl.
“Fuck!” She cried out, catching herself and trying to hide the pain that she just felt from my dagger like nipple digging into her tender breast tissue. Her tits had taken a beating as well, and her skin was sensitive. Sweat glistened off of Veronica’s forehead and dribbled down her neck and between her cleavage. Now that my pointed tips were in play she was fired up and ready to take me down. She kept waving her breasts at me trying to make contact again and wear me down, but I expertly pointed my tips at her and skewered her flesh. She backed off a bit and it was my turn to launch my attacks. I scraped at her areolas and she winced and flinched trying to hide her pain. Her dimpled skin was red and raw and I began backing her into a corner. I weilded my tips like weapons and stabbed into her over and over. She would come back with a hard and heavy slam from her breast when I was occupied now and then, but I had her on the ropes.
“Get her Veronica!” The man yelled from the couch. He was certainly loyal, but I knew I could take him for my own. I looked over at him and gave him a seductive wink and blew him a kiss. My cockiness was my downfall. Veronica took her opportunity and wailed on the top of both of my breasts with her heavy sandbags. The sudden pressure and shock stunned me and I went down like a sack of bricks. My knees hit the floor and my hands laid flat on the hardwood floor. My tits hung from my torso, swinging gently over the floor as tears filled my eyes. I bit my lip, cursing my cockiness and wondering if this was it for me.
I whimpered on the floor as Veronica stood over me. Her legs were apart and she hovered over me like a hunter over its prey. Sweat dripped from her brow and she wiped her upper lip. I heard her snicker and the man on the couch wailed and cheered for his seemingly victorious Mistress. She leaned forward and her mouth came close to my ear.
“You knew that this was how the night was going to end. Now open that pretty, foul mouth and suck on my champion tits as you concede to the one true Jugg-ernaut.” She giggled victoriously and for a moment I looked up and my mouth dropped open. But I couldn’t do it. I would never concede to this Princess. This Bimbo. I would never give up.
I let her lean in to place her nipple in my mouth and I dug my toe into the floor. I looked over at the man and then back up at my opponent. He knew.
“Veronica!” He shouted, but his warning was too late. I anchored my foot and pushed myself up hard. I lifted my tits with my hands into hers from below. My breasts slapped into her underboobs and her own tits flew up and smacked her in the face. She was thrown off balance and she fell onto her back. She was sprawled out on the floor in shock and I pounced on top of her. I straddled her and made her my bitch then and there in that hotel room. I stabbed at her with my stiff nipples, scratching at her flesh and poking into her soft tips. She struggled to push me off of her, to slide put from under me or shield her breasts from my attacks.
“Get off me you bitch!” She screamed. For the first time she seemed less angry and more scared. My left nipple dug into her right areola hard and the stinging made her eyes tear up. I went in on her left with my right tip and stuck her hard right into the center of her nip. She cried out and I could see that she was in pain. I wouldn’t make the same mistake, I wouldn’t let up until she conceded on her own.i jabbed left and right over and over, entering her nipples, stabbing at her supple breast tissue and bending her tips as she clawed at me with her long fingernails. She grinded her teeth and bit her lip until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Oh, God!” The man wailed. His hand was practically a blur as he stroked his cock hard and fast watching his Queen get massacred. I looked down into her defeated eyes and heard the words I had been waiting o hear for weeks leading up to this battle.
“I give up! Fuck! Ok, I concede please, please stop!” Her girlish screams could be heard through the halls of the hotel and finally I let her breath. I ceased my attack and leaned over her, catching my own breath and smiling triumphantly down at my victim. She laid beneath me, battered and bruised. Her breasts were blue and swollen, tiny flecks of red splattered over her sensitive, beaten skin.
“This is the moment that I was dreaming of. Looking down at your pathetic face and making you suck on my tits like a little groupie!” I smirked and tittered at her. I turned to her man and the look on his face was priceless. A stunned look of pure pleasure, loss and excitement plastered over his face. He was furiously masturbating and looked as though he was about to explode. I lifted a single finger and gestured for him to approach. He let out a deep breath and stood up from the couch. His legs were so stiff and his pants were hanging around his hips and thighs. He stumbled across the floor, his hand still wrapped tightly around his throbbing erection.
“Yes, Mistress!” He echoed as he wandered toward us. Mmm hearing that was like heaven. I knew that he was mine. My pussy began to tense and drip as he got closer and when he finally made his way over to us I had him kneel next to his former Queens head. He continued to stroke his cock from the base all the way to the swollen, creamy tip and he stared down at Veronica like she was a submissive little pornstar. He looked up at me and his eyes glowed like a little kid at Christmas. He stared at my battered chest and licked his lips.
“Go ahead, sweetie. Have a taste of those Champions right there. You’ll be loyal to them from now on.” Without hesitation he leaned in and licked at my left breast like a puppy. And tasted my sweaty skin and moaned happily into my breasts as he jerked himself next to me. I wiped the beads of sweat away from my face and felt the heat arise from my cheeks. His tongue danced around my left nipple, soothing the pain and making me drip into my panties. I grabbed him gently by the hair and lifted his head up to look at me. He smiled up at his new Mistress and grunted under his breath with every stroke.
“Mistress,” he sputtered between groans. “Make her concede to your perfect, victorious tits!” I stroked his sweaty hair and looked back down at my opponent. Tears streamed down her cheek and I presented my breasts to her. She pushed herself up painfully onto her elbows. She breathed heavily and closed her eyes. Her Championship title was gone and it was time for her to submit to the new, one, true Champion titty fighter of North America. She opened her mouth and took my right nipple between her pretty lips. She looked over slightly to see her once loyal man looking down on her, revelling in her failure. She sucked softly on me and her tongue twisted around my tender tip.
“That’s right, princess. You suck on those perfect tits like a good little girl.” I put my hand on the back of her head and my cunt dripped. “You make your Queen feel so good. Mmm, don’t forget the left one, baby girl. Suck on that nipple like a proper slave.” She licked her way to my left breast and took that tip into her mouth and sucked harder. My new boy looked at her and his jaw dropped. I knew that he was about to grace my tits with a beautiful glaze of victory cum and I encouraged him to humiliate Veronica at the same time. “That’s right, honey. Give these tits their prize and give this little bitch a fucking facial at the same time!”
“Oh, shit! Yes, fuck yes!” He cried out as his balls tightened. Veronica continued to suck on my tip as she looked up at him. Just as her eyes fixated on his cock, he let out a string of warm, sticky cream across her face and my breasts. String after string came pouring out, coating my chest all the way up to my neck and covering her pathetic face. Her lips, eyes and hair were sticky and she released my nipple and flopped backward onto the floor, filled with shame and covered with jizz. My loyal man let out one last grunt and wiped the last drop of cum onto my left tit.
I climbed off of my victim and had my man fetch my top. When I was cleaned up and dressed, we left the hotel room arm in arm and I turned once more to the woman laying on the floor, defeated and alone.
“Bimbo’s never last.”
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