Catfight

Thanks to Jenna for first editing and improving this story. Thanks to tenz1997p, chimicawriting, mommylovesgirls and Scottishgeekgirl for further improvements.

I hate myself, Amelia thought as she looked in the mirror. I'm just a big tub of lard. Any cute guy who sees me is going to run in the opposite direction as fast as he can. If I had an ounce of self-respect, I wouldn't let myself go like this.

She was drying herself after stepping out of the shower and feeling depressed. When Josiah dumped her, she had gone into a deep funk and comforted herself with food.

Even with the fifteen pounds she had gained, she still looked attractive to everyone except herself. Her friends didn't think she had any extra weight on her six-foot-two frame. They told her it must have all gone to her breasts, which had already been her most prominent feature, the one that drew men like a magnet.

I hate these breasts, she thought. My friends are jealous, but all they ever get me is humiliation. Boys never think about anything else when they meet me. Once they satisfy their curiosity, they dump me for a girl who's not such a freak. Now they're so huge they're going to start sagging.

She didn't want to think about the real reason she was upset whenever anyone looked her way. She was sure they were pitying her for being helpless to stop that bitch, Hadley, from stealing Josiah.

Hadley was a sorority sister at Pi Kappa Upsilon, where Amelia was going for dinner tonight, as she did every Monday. She had lived in the house a couple of years until she moved to her tiny off-campus apartment, but most of her best friends at school were sisters, and they all saw each other Monday nights at the dinner and meeting, even if their schedules sometimes kept them from getting together the rest of the week.

The sisters, even her closest friends, were split about what Hadley had done. Some of them felt that a sister should never poach on a sister. Others felt that all was fair in love and war, and that the most important part of college was finding a good man in a jungle of jerks, so there should be no restrictions on the huntresses. Even those who believed in survival of the fittest, however, sympathized with her, because Hadley didn't seem to be searching for Mr. Right.

She was a female Genghis Kahn, destroying everything in her path as she went through one boy after another. And if she could steal the guy from a girl who was beautiful or popular, Hadley treated it like a victory for the basketball team.

The spoiled daughter of a wealthy family, she was attending school on an athletic scholarship because she was the star guard on the girls' basketball team. She was five-foot-two and a hundred and five pounds. Every pound was firm.

She was strong but sleek, and her strength didn't show. Though her breasts were softballs compared to Amelia's watermelons, her sleek legs and pert butt were enough to get boys' attention. She always wore skintight pants or shorts and moved her assets while she was walking in a way that would make a stripper envious. The only thing out of proportion on her body was her hands, which were oversized and one of the reasons she could dribble and pass so well.

Barely four weeks after Josiah had dumped Amelia, Hadley dumped him. Amelia thought about calling him, but she decided even she wouldn't sink that low. Besides, she couldn't think of any reason why she wanted him back. She had really liked him once, but now in her mind, he was just an object that Hadley had used to humiliate her.

She would be seeing Hadley tonight, but at least it wouldn't be like the previous few Mondays, when Hadley found ways to rub Amelia's nose into her humiliation. Hadley knew how to talk trash on the court and off. She wasn't as blatant about it in private life, but she found just the right words to torment those she was toying with, and she had brought Amelia to tears. Amelia hoped Hadley would finally leave her alone tonight since she had finished with Josiah. Maybe Hadley was too busy plotting to steal another friend's boyfriend to bother with her.

Amelia scolded herself for thinking that. That wasn't a nice thing to hope for. What if the next victim was one of her girlfriends? Did Hadley understand how everyone was afraid of her, even her entourage?

Maybe that's what she liked. She certainly enjoyed striking fear into the hearts pf her basketball opponents. Because she was so small, they always underestimated her. She was not only athletic and elusive, but she also played dirty. When they got too close, she would find ways of reaching into their uniforms and grabbing, pinching, twisting and pulling. It caused them to lose concentration, and Hadley used that to score, pass to a teammate in scoring position or steal the ball.

If an opponent fought back, Hadley usually went flying, and when she flopped, there were usually gasps because she knew how to make it look like she was hurt. When she got to the free-throw line, she was automatic, so the coach of the opposing players told them they had to endure Hadley's torments and play through them or they might as well give up and go home.

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"You filthy mouthed whore!" Hadley screamed.

Amelia was screaming, too, because Hadley had come up behind her and grabbed her by her ponytail and pulled her to her feet.

"What have you been saying about me?"

Amelia had been sitting in the sorority living room talking to friends when Hadley attacked out of nowhere. She hadn't been at the dinner, and Amelia had hoped that meant she wouldn't see her tonight.

"Answer me, bitch!" yelled Hadley as she was being pulled away by some of the sisters.

"What are you talking about?" Amelia yelled back.

"You're going around telling guys that I'm a lesbian."

"No, I'm not. Who told you that?"

"Two guys this week, you lying slime."

"They told you I said that?"

"They didn't have to. I knew you were getting back at me for Josiah. You can have him. He can't eat pussy worth crap. But you're going to pay for your mouth."

"I wish I

had

thought of telling guys that, but I didn't know how homophobic you were. I'm glad to see that it humiliates you. Now you know how it feels.

"I can't claim credit, but I'm willing to bet it was one of my friends who's sitting right here. No, sisters, don't say a thing. I don't want to know who did it, because I'll take full responsibility.

"So how are you going to make me pay, Hadley? Are you going to steal another boyfriend? Sorry, I don't have one handy. What are you going to do, you whiny little brat?"

Hadley screamed in rage.

"If my sisters would just let go of me, I'd show you. I'd tear your hair out. I'd spit in your face. I'd stick my hand up your huge slimy cunt, you five-dollar tramp."

Amelia was surprising herself. She found that the more worked up Hadley got, the calmer she felt. She knew Hadley was nothing but trouble. She should get up and leave, even though it would be humiliating.

But maybe this was the jolt she needed to get out of her funk. Maybe getting back at Hadley would help her recover her self-respect. Anything was better than feeling like she did now and gaining more weight.

"You're just a little bully," she said. "You can't get away from me scot free like you do on the court, so you're just going to have to pout and pretend, little girl."

"I'm not afraid of you," Hadley said. "Bring it on right now. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. I'm stronger and faster than you, and I'll take you on anytime, anyplace."

At this point, the sorority president told them both to shut up and not say another word until the meeting was over.

The meeting went fast, and as soon as it was over, the president said, "Now let's talk about Amelia and Hadley. I think we should let them have satisfaction. It's like a duel in the old days. But there have to be rules. I'm going to appoint one friend of each of them as the seconds.

"The seconds are going to talk to Amelia and Hadley and find out what they'd like to do to each other, and then the seconds will meet and work out the rules of the duel. I want a report at next Monday's meeting.

"And if I hear about any member saying anything about this outside of our house, or telling stories about Amelia or Hadley to anyone, that member will be excommunicated for life. Hold it until next Monday, girls."

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I'm so stupid, Amelia thought as she looked at herself in the steamy mirror after her shower. It was Friday of the following week and she was getting ready for the duel.

Look at me, she thought. I'm afraid to go on the scale. This whole thing has gotten me so upset that I must have gained at least five pounds in the last two weeks. If I painted my breasts purple, they'd look like giant eggplants. And I've got another fold of belly fat.

She still felt mortified about Monday night, when all the girls started calling the duel the catfight of the century. There weren't many rules. Both girls had to wear bathing suits. Both of them had been declawed at a nail shop under the supervision of the opponent's second. No gouging or biting was permitted. But otherwise anything was allowed.

It was a fight to the finish, which meant that as long as one of them still wanted to humiliate the other one, they wouldn't stop.

She knew that the sorority's living room would be cleared of furniture. There would be rubber foam exercise padding on the entire floor to prevent injuries. One of the girls who worked in a photo studio had brought over a bunch of lights, and there would be at least ten of the richer sisters stationed around the room with their expensive video cameras shooting the action from every angle at regular speed and slow motion. The video was to become a secret sorority treasure, shown every year during hell week to frighten the new pledges.

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Amelia was ready first. She knew Hadley had to make an entrance, but she and the others were shocked when Hadley walked in wearing a hooded robe and then quickly took it off. Her head was as hairless and shiny as a billiard ball, and her body gleamed. She had covered it in oil.

There were gasps among the watchers and then excited murmuring about why Hadley had shaved her head. Some thought it was a sign of insecurity while others felt it was a statement of defiance meant to distract her opponent.

Amelia decided it was part of Hadley's winning-at-all-costs game plan. The smooth head and oil would make it hard for Amelia to grab hold of anything.

During the past week, Amelia had watched some woman wrestling and martial arts videos on the Internet, but she couldn't remember a thing. She knew she was in pretty good shape, except for the extra fat, because she worked out a few times a week, but she was not the athlete Hadley was. She hoped she could inflict some humiliation on her opponent and wear her out enough so she wouldn't be able to do too much damage to her. Other than that, she didn't have any strategy. She knew that was a mistake.

They stood up facing each other. The president gave the signal to start. Before Amelia could blink, Hadley grabbed hold of her one-piece bathing suit and began swinging from it like a monkey from a tree. The straps kept it in place, but Hadley's weight made Amelia bend over, and when she did, Hadley's feet touched the ground. She stopped swinging, pulled the straps down over Amelia's shoulders, grasped the top of Amelia's suit with both hands and used her entire weight to jerk back hard.

Amelia tried to move with Hadley's hands, but it was too late. The top of her suit had been pulled down her body, and her breasts were free.

A gasp went up from the sisters as Hadley began talking trash.

"What a fucking cow! Look at those udders. They must be full of milk. Let's find out. Oh, you didn't like that squeeze, did you?

"Jeez, those tits are so huge that I need two hands to hold on to them. Let's see if I can grab your left one. There, I've got it. Now let's pull it and twist it a little."

Amelia cried out when Hadley began twisting her breast. She tried to grab the smaller girl, but her hands slipped off the oily body. She decided she'd have to go for the bathing suit, too, and her arms were able to reach the bottom of Hadley's two-piece suit.

When Hadley felt her grasp the suit, she let go of Amelia's breast and grabbed Amelia's long hair with both hands and pulled hard. Amelia's screamed in pain, but she didn't let go of Hadley's suit bottom. She decided to fall back to see if she could pull it free.

As she fell back, Hadley flew toward her, still holding tightly to her hair. With a huge effort, Amelia got Hadley's suit bottom over her butt and down to the knees. She kept pulling as she felt Hadley release her hair.

She was able to maneuver Hadley by holding onto the suit until finally it came free. She saw that Hadley had shaved and waxed herself as hairless below as her head above.

While she had been concentrating on Hadley's suit, she hadn't noticed where Hadley's hands were going. But now she found out as she felt incredible pain coming from her crotch, where Hadley had pushed her hand under the suit.

"You forgot to clear your forest, Amelia," Hadley said loudly. "I've got my hand around a bunch of vines and they sure are slimy."

She leaned over and whispered into Amelia's ear.

"I'll rip them right off your body if you don't hold still. That's it. I'm releasing one hand, but the other one still has plenty of pussy hair. I'll pull it a little so you can feel it.

"Now stand up straight while I pull down your old-lady swimming suit. Haven't you ever heard of bikinis?"

Her voice became loud again.

"Oh, look at that. What were we hiding under that big suit? You are one big elephant. No wonder Josiah dumped you."

She pulled Amelia's suit down to her feet.

"Look everyone! Maybe she's pregnant. Let me step back and admire you."

She finally let go of Amelia's pubic hair.

Amelia was red in the face. Hadley's words stung more than her hand pulling at her public hair.

"Look at the whale," Hadley said, standing a few feet away and pointing to her. "Yes, blink your eyes, Moby Dick. The lights are on you.

"I don't think I could humiliate you any worse than you're humiliating yourself by standing there like a fat whore with everything hanging out. So go crawl back under your rock."

Up to now, the room had been raucous with noise from the sorority sisters cheering on the battling duo, but it had become deathly silent as they held their breaths waiting to see how Amelia would respond to the taunts.

Amelia knew what Hadley was doing. She wanted to quit while she was ahead. Amelia had barely touched her, while Hadley had pulled some hair, twisted a breast, stripped her naked and degraded her. Part of Amelia wanted to give up and leave, but she shook her head trying to dispel such thoughts.

As Hadley finished her invitation to surrender, Amelia lunged and grabbed for Hadley's swimsuit top. She succeeded and then easily ripped it off her by pulling it straight up. It pulled at her nice round, perfect breasts before it came loose, and Hadley said, "Ouch!" loudly. The sisters laughed, and Amelia saw how that got Hadley angry.

"So the big tub of lard doesn't want to go melt someplace," Hadley spit out. "She wants more. Get ready for some hurt, bitch."

As she spoke, she jumped at Amelia and reached for her hair with both hands. Amelia flicked her head away, and Hadley missed and landed at her feet.

There were a few cheers, but they were followed by gasps as Hadley grasped Amelia's ankles and threw herself back, ripping Amelia's feet out from under her. Amelia fell hard on her back, but she bounced high and didn't feel any pain because of the cushioning.

Hadley ran to where she was lying and jumped on her stomach, landing with both feet. It knocked the wind out of Amelia, and before she could recover, Hadley got up and stood with one leg on either side of Amelia. She jumped up and came down hard on Amelia's belly. She repeated this a few times until Amelia was out of breath and dizzy.

When Hadley saw that Amelia's arms, legs and head weren't moving, she got up and walked around Amelia slowly. Amelia's eyes were open, but she felt horrible. All her strength was gone. Hadley has totally vanquished me, she thought. She decided to give in before Hadley jumped on her belly again.

But Hadley didn't extend an offer this time. She walked around Amelia three times inspecting her. It looked like she was deciding what to do next. Then she decided. She got in the same position as before and bounced on Amelia's stomach a few more times until Amelia was again gasping for air. Then she got up and walked over to where Amelia's legs were stretched out.

She grabbed Amelia's ankles and lifted them up. Then using all the weight of her small body, Hadley leaned into the legs and slowly pushed them back. Amelia looked up and saw her legs above her and slowly moving back over her head. It didn't hurt at all because Amelia often did the plow position in her yoga workouts, but she was mortified because she couldn't stop Hadley from shaming her in front of all her friends.

Once Amelia's feet were past her ears, Hadley moved forward and sat down hard on her thighs, pushing them into her chest and crushing her breasts. Amelia cried out. As she did, Hadley rose quickly, turned around and sat down hard again before Amelia's legs could drop. Again Amelia's breasts were painfully squashed by her own thighs.

Hadley sat on the back of Amelia's thighs, facing away from Amelia's head and scooted back until she was sitting on the back of Amelia's knees. This pushed Amelia's butt up higher.

Amelia didn't see Hadley as she put a finger into the air and waved it at the audience, put it into her mouth and licked it, but she felt it when the finger started stroking her pubic hair, and she groaned when it entered her vagina, which was spread open because of her position.

The finger probed Amelia, coming out occasionally to rub her outer lips, then entering her again and caressing the insides of her vagina. It moved to the clitoris, and Amelia's groans grew louder.

She didn't rush, but when Amelia's body began responding, Hadley tried to match the rhythm of its movement. Amelia tried to control herself, but then she couldn't, and she sighed and shook wildly several times. Hadley had made Amelia come in front of the sisters. She felt totally degraded.

Hadley wasn't finished. She pulled her finger from Amelia and held it high in the air again, this time with a second finger next to it. She inserted both fingers and began to move them in and out. Amelia couldn't keep her body from responding, even when a third finger entered.

But when the fourth finger went in, a chill came over her, and she was no longer excited. She realized what Amelia was about to do, and she tried to move her lower body and legs away from the fingers. But the fingers followed wherever she squirmed and kept going in and out. Hadley tucked her thumb behind the four fingers, and now all five were going into her.

Amelia decided she was going to roll to the side, even if it meant breaking Hadley's arm, but Hadley must have anticipated her, because her other hand grabbed her pubic hair again and give it a quick tug as she turned her head and whispered to her again.

"Just lie back and enjoy it. If you want to try anything, remember I can rip your pussy hair right off your skin. You might hurt me, but you'll pay for it with a lot of pain."

She turned back and addressed their audience again in a louder voice.

"Are you enjoying the full feeling inside, Amelia? Are you happy that I have such big hands, not little petite ones like most girls my size? Does it feel as good as when you have a line of customers taking turns putting their cocks into you?"