Posted Apr 28. 2017, 7:17 PM
Hannah Ferguson versus Kate Upton
(Shower Fight)
(Words: Vixens / Results: Lookout!)
While her win over rival Hilary Rhoda gave her a sweet taste in her mouth, what was even sweeter, Hannah decided that evening, was the feeling of Steve’s lips on hers, as he gently cradled her bruised body, the hot steam rising in steady droves around the both of them.
“You did well, kiddo,” Steve said, which brought another grin to Hannah’s lips.
“You trained me well,” was her reply.
It had been a while since the both of them had secretly hooked up. It had been one of those late nights training in the gym. Steve was helping her work on her right hook, when the close proximity to each other and the many long nights had inadvertently led to physical intimacy sparked off. Obviously, they had kept their relationship under wraps from the other members of the stable, not wanting to cause alarm, or worse, jealousy in the other girls.
Steve had of course whisked Hannah off after her fight with Rhoda moments ago, retreating to one the many hot room saunas in the arena, on the pretense of wanting to ‘check on her injuries’, but of course, Hannah knew what he had intended instead.
Picture a small, rectangular room that had your traditional bench for its occupants to sit and steam. A sole shower stall was the only other significant feature, built into one corner of the room, with space for only one occupant with its tight, angular shape. Hannah smiled, gesturing to it in the corner.
“Heard that you want to check on my injuries?” she winked at Boyd suggestively, to which Steve’s face flushed red from the heat and embarrassment. “Meet me inside in a minute.” Hannah grinned, getting up and sauntering over to the shower stall, removing one piece of her clothing with each deliberate step, leaving a gawking Steve Boyd staring at her bare behind and curvy body as she entered the stall, turned back to grin at him, and then shuttered the opaque glass door in his face.
Hannah turned on the hot water and it cascaded down from a rainforest disc directly on top of her. She sighed, letting her entire body relax but also surveying the damage done on her by Hilary Rhoda. F*ck, that girl can fight. She gingerly massaged her red, swollen spots all over, worried that Steve might find them disturbing when he joined her. After a while though, Hannah was wondering where the heck he was: had he misunderstood her suggestion, the stupid fool? He was one hell of a trainer, she thought, but he could be incredibly dense like an angel too. She slowly curled her fingers on the opening latch of the sliding door, pulling it open and shouting:
“Boyd, where the f*ck are--WHAT THE HELL??”
Hannah’s face registered shock at the sight of Kate Upton in front of her eyes, her long legs straddling either side of Steve’s waist as she wrapped both her arms around his neck and forced her lips down onto his with much passion. With a giggle, the blonde turned to face Hannah, a devilish smile curling on the sides of her lips.
“Thought I’d send my congratulations to you in person, Hannah,” the blonde grinned mischievously. She cradles the star-struck Boyd’s face, placing it next to hers, messing up his hair with her curling fingers. “Congratulations, b*tch,” she whispered sarcastically, before planting another smooch on the side of Boyd’s face.
That’s enough for Hannah, who, with a squeal of rage, lunges at her foe, teeth bared and claws out. But Kate ready for her though, immediately springs up from her perch and slams into Hannah, shoving her back into the confines of the tiny shower stall with a SPLAT of wet bodies colliding into one another. There is a mutual scream as Hannah trips and falls over the entrance, slamming her head against hard porcelain wall behind. Kate follows her inside with a painful growl, her hair being tugged along. Her hands gripping firmly onto Hannah’s blonde tresses, now on her knees, the pain in her head still throbbing from her fall.
Kate takes the opportunity to slam Hannah’s head repeatedly back into the wall again, both hands shoving with force, further stunning her, forcing Hannah to let go of her hair, her hands shooting to the back of her head instead in shock. Kate flashes another devious grin at Steve Boyd, who’s still looking stunned just outside the shower stall. “You’re not gonna tell on us, are you, dearie?” Kate coos. “I don’t think I’ll be long with this b*tch. Then, I’ll give you your j--ARGGHH!!”
Kate doesn’t finish her sentence when Hannah plugs a fist right up in between the middle of her legs, punishing the other blonde for underestimating her. With a pained cry, Kate sinks down to her feet, her body convulsing with pain. Hannah’s turn to slowly climb back to her feet, both hands still plunged into Kate’s hair. She turns to Boyd and hisses: “I’ll deal with you later. For now… watch the bloody door.” Look of pure hatred on Hannah’s face, before she slides the shower door shut on the hapless Steve, locking it with a click.
“Now, where were we?” Hannah coos down at Kate, who’s still on her knees and cradling her womanhood with only one hand. Hannah registers this fact a little too late, as Upton’s other hand swings upwards between her own legs, slamming directly into her crotch...
Hannah’s turn to shriek, body sagging, shrinking down to her knees. Already, both girls seem quite spent at the start of this catfight. They lean their bodies into each other for support, chests heaving and panting from exhaustion. Quite a sight to behold, of course, if one were a simple fly on the wall. The orange light of the room bathing both magnificent bodies with a warm glow in the tiny confines of the shower stall, which measures only slightly bigger than your typical telephone booth. Both blondes keeping one hand tight in the other’s hair, bodies straining against each other for control. Kate of course just coming out of her own wild match with Charlotte Mckinney (with a resounding victory if we may add), but still feeling the painful effects with red blotches covering portions of her body, especially around the chest. Nonetheless, both girls cannot deny waiting for this showdown for a good while now, after their back-and-forth barbs online, and post-fight encounters in the last VIX PPV. Both Hannah and Kate resolving in their minds to settle their differences once and for all in the private confines of these small walls.
Kate taunting her rival as she pushes her body forward, eager to humiliate Ferguson once and for all: “That all you got, b*tch? Saw your match with Hilary - what a complete cop out.”
Hannah grimacing at the strain on her tresses, but manages to shove Kate back, grinning at the smile disappearing from her opponent’s face at her own show of strength. “Can’t believe McKinney didn’t jug you the f*ck out,” Hannah croons. “How’s the state of your little puppies?”
Kate’s face flushes with a mixture of anger and embarrassment at being reminded of the abuse her jugs received at the hands of McKinney. “I’ll give you a f*cking taste of them later… if I’m nice!”
Kate finishes her statement with a surge of her head forward, crashing forehead firmly into Hannah’s in a nasty headbutt, sending the blonde squirming back in the pain. Grip on her hair somewhat released, Kate decides to get back to her feet, tugging on Hannah’s hair as she taunts: “Get up, Hannah. Time to give you a scrubbing down in the shower.”
With a groan, Hannah forced to stand, the pain in her head throbbing badly now from the repeated blows. Suddenly, another sharp pain jolts her body down below too as Kate pounds fist after fist into her midsection, deliberately grinding her knuckles deep into her abdomen and leaving Hannah gasping for breath. However, not having too much space in the tiny confines to draw back her arm fully, Kate makes do with short, pistoning punches, grinning wildly at Hannah’s dull groans. The pain however has adrenaline effect on Ferguson, who attempts to fight back with hard punches of her own into Kate’s nose and lips with a ugh HGhhH AAggh. Both girls resort to wild hair-pulling to negate the painful punches, their bodies colliding with a wet SLAP. Kate squealing as her hair pulled on and down… straight towards Hannah’s chest! Eyes widen in outrage at the audacity of her foe to try something so daring, so early. “Don’t you f*cking--UGGH!!” she shouts, before she’s silenced by a knee lift to middle of her tummy. Hggnnngg-- as another knee cap rams up between her thighs and bikini briefs. Kate slumps backwards and slides down the shower wall. Hannah curses down at her, forces her own body onto the blonde’s, wanting to show her domination.
“Let’s try again, shall we?” Kate can only groan before Hannah’s bare jugs mash into her face, as Hannah uses the firm grip on her hair to slide her face back-and-forth in humiliating move that’s usually reserved for the JMDD Queen.
Kate squealing more and more with outrage as she wakes, cursing in Hannah’s chest that she’s not gonna take this outrage lying down. Finally, with a roar of rage, loops her hands under Hannah’s leg and one around her waist, uses her superior body strength and LIFTS UP - Hannah’s eyes widen, lets out a yelp as she’s manhandled. Flash later and Kate comes crashing down, driving Hannah’s back and head slamming down into the hard floor. Hannah’s head collides nastily with the shower wall with a THUNK - immediately her limbs go loose as Kate kneels over her, victorious, chest heaving. No more smile on her face as she flashes rage. “You f*cking dare to jug me out?!?”
Hannah only groans, hands cradling the back of her head. Kate takes her time, pulling off the strings of her baby blue bikini micro-top, now drenched, revealing her magnificent, gleaming chest. “Your turn,” she hisses, before she plops her butt down on Hannah’s lap, making the Vixen sit up with a grunt, forcing her face up and straight into the blackness of her cleavage! Kate wrapping her thighs firmly around Hannah’s waist, curling her toned arms around the back of her neck and other under Hannah’s arm and looping back up, sealing the modified sitting jug smother tightly, adding extra pressure on Hannah’s torso in debilitating wrestling move! Relishing Hannah’s muffled cries and hot breaths on her chest, Kate huffs down into top of her wet hair and taunts repeatedly: “You’re f*cking nothing, Hannah. I’m the f*cking queen, and you’re going to respect me. GIVE UP B*TCH!”
However, Hannah continues making pained, desperate noises, her face completely hidden in Kate’s chest. But the trapped blonde has her arms free on either side, resorts to pounding her knuckles on Kate’s sides thud thud pak pak pak, stunning Kate in the kidneys and clearly hurting her enough to unwillingly loosen her hold slightly, allowing Hannah to twist her face to one side, escaping the steamy depths of jug-hell. Sensing a ray of hope, she sucks in deep, greedy breaths whilst continuing to slam into Kate’s body whilst one hand finds traces of her long blonde hair and PULLS backwards with all her might. Kate screams as she loses her purchase on her hated rival bit by bit, grunting hard as she tries to hold on, but fails when Hannah finally manages to unseat her, hoisting her over to the side with a heave!
Before Kate can surge forward to repeat the smother, she’s met with a PUNT of Hannah’s foot as it shoots out and crashes into the middle of her face. Hannah trying anything to keep her at foot’s length. Of course, the small area they are in means Kate flies back only mere centimeters, her back crashing into the tiled wall and clutching at her face. Both girls remain where they are, backs propped against opposite walls, chests heaving in and out as they recall the extent of abuse they’ve just been in for their matches just hours ago. Still, the need to punish the other girl thoroughly forces them slowly back to their knees, where they lunge forward with a snarl, bodies CRASHING into each other with a meaty SLAP. Growls and hisses echo in the chamber as they resume tugging on hair, scratching of skin with nails and bare fists plugging into opposing tummies, meaty smack smack smack of knuckles on flesh.
Girls taking turns groaning and bending over into each other, as already abused bodies continue taking unnatural punishment. Hannah suddenly going after Kate’s bruised mammaries, drawing squeals and loud YELPs from Upton as she tries to cover up her assets. Hannah though not to be denied, more out of desperation that she springs up suddenly, wrapping her long legs around Kate’s waist in a Body Scissors. Upton gives out a dull groan as her ribs constricted, but makes even louder sounds when Hannah resumes bashing her jugs in left and right, slapping them around with both fists or plugging them hard as though wanting to deflate her massive ego.
Kate senses her strength fading with every punch that hit her breasts, her eyes squeezed shut as all she can do is rake her own fingernails on Hannah’s body and pull at her hair, but Ferguson seems determined now to end this, doesn’t relent on her steady punching of her assets. Slowly but surely, Kate breaks into low sobbing as the pain gets too much for her to bare, body shuddering, shivering, then sagging forward into Hannah’s waiting arms. Hannah now grins at Kate’s pain-wracked face, her lips grazing on the skin of her gleaming chest.
“Looks like your little babies have met their match,” Hannah hisses. “Let me introduce you to mine, b*tch.”
Hannah snakes both her arms around back of Kate’s neck, pulling her face into her middle of her chest and holding her there firmly, biceps flexing tightly around back of Kate’s head to hold her in the black and steamy depths. Breast smother seems to revilitatise Kate though, and her body starts thrashing wildly in the hold on her, hands slapping and digging punches into side of Hannah’s body. But Hannah squeezes her thighs even tighter around waist, drawing low muffled moans from Upton in the hold
Hannah continues with the taunting, pressing her body completely into Upton’s, pinning her against the wall of the shower stall. “Give up, Kate. Go the f*ck to sleep...”
Kate, however, going to accept NO such thing. SHE’S THE QUEEN, for f*ck’s sake.
“How’d you like my babies, Upton. They’re-- AAAHHG” Hannah begins, before a sharp pain jolts her entire body, as Kate plunges her fingernails into Hannah’s very weapons! The sharp pain of knives piercing her tits forces Hannah to relinquish the hold with a YELP which soon turns into curses as Kate, now freed, doubles down with forcing her sharp nails into the delicate flesh.
“I LIKE THEM VERY MUCH, B*TCH!!?” she bellows, relishing the look of horror and pain on her rival’s face. Hannah resorts to slapping Kate across the cheek over and over again, trying to get her to dislodge her hands, and it succeeds to some extent, stunning Kate enough for her to loosen her grip, at least. Hannah once again tugging on back of Kate’s head, intending to pull her back into the depths of despair, making her kiss them for reparations if necessary, but Kate roars at the very idea. The JMDD champion manages to rise up on her knees, bringing Hannah with her with looping of her arms under one thigh and the other snaking around the model’s waist. Look of panic on Hannah’s face as she’s lifted up a few feet from the ground, to come CRASHING straight down as Kate pancakes her flat with a Belly-to-Belly Slam!
Loud groan from Hannah as one more time her head hits the tiled floor hard. However, Kate also barely with the energy to lift her head off of Hannah’s chest, inches away from her jugs, lips just sucking in air and exhaling on sweat-slicked skin. Slowly though, both girls squirming back to life, still aware of that the other woman hasn’t been broken yet. Their limbs still a jamble and in close contact, Kate is first one to jam her fist into Hannah’s right breast - wicked payback when Hannah lets out a GASP. However, Hannah returns the favour with jug-punch of her own, and both Alpha lionesses continue breaking each other down, determined to prove once and for all who the better woman is...
LATER: Steve Boyd still sitting in the sauna hot room, staring for the longest time at the two wildcats going at each other in the confines of the shower stall in the corner. Of course, he can’t really see anything: the opaque glass of the stall only showing shadowy outlines of both vixens going at each other, wrestling one on top of the other, punches and kicks thrown and smashing into each other, and of course the occasional smother when one shadowy silhouette would get on top of the other and show her whose jugs were better the unpleasant way: by pressing them firmly into her face. Soon enough though, Steve noticed one lithe shadow hoisting herself on top of the other in final showdown, with a satisfied grunt, exerting a cruel and far-too long jug smother on the other woman. After the longest minute or two, the victorious girl sits up, resting on her perch, perhaps retrieving her breath, whilst the other shadow remained permanently prone on the floor...
Steve holds his breath as the shadow of the girl reaches out for the lever to the door and pulls it open to one side - sigh of relief flashes across his face as Hannah Ferguson grins weakly at him as she sits with both legs straddling either side of Kate Upton’s body, her bruised belly rising and falling steadily in jugged out slumber.
“Now, time for your punishment...” the Vixen smiles weakly at him.
Steve smirks back at his girl. Hell if she earned it tonight.
Official Result: Hannah Ferguson defeats Kate Upton via Breast Smother at 33:14.
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