Camping Catfight (F/F)

I started getting nervous when I saw that my boss hadn't packed a tent for our July 4th weekend camping trip. Looking back now, I should have bailed as soon as she said that her wife couldn't make it at the last minute; But I hadn't, and now we'd hiked three miles into the woods together (over 8000 steps on my Fitbit), and Stephanie had silently watched me set my little pup tent up, sitting on the black duffel bag she hadn't opened and drinking a warm beer.

"Well," I mumbled, taking a step back and looking at my tent. "I'm done. Did you, uh... is yours in that bag, or...?"

"No," Steph yawned, slowly standing up.

"Uh... well, my tent only sleeps one..." I took a unconscious step back as she walked towards me.

"I know." She kept coming, right into my personal space. "And you know what else I know, Miss Jennifer Chang?"

"No...." I squeaked.

"I know you've been stealing tips!"

My mouth hung open in shock. I'd been working for Stephanie for 2 years, starting right after I'd graduated college, and we'd never had a problem - and I'd certainly never stolen from her! If I had, I probably could have afforded a car instead of relying on my ten year old bike to get to and from work.

"Don't bother denying it. Now here's what's going to happen - there's nobody around for miles, and nobody to hear you scream. You understand?" I tried to take another step back, but I was at the edge of the clearing, backed up against a huge old tree. "You can pull your pants down right now and take a spanking, and I'll let you keep your job. And you can pay me back - uh - " she pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket - "um, $3872.96, and I won't beat it out of you."
"I don't have that kind of money!" I wailed.
"Spent it already, huh?" She smiled, a mean smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Well, then I'm gonna get $3872.96 of fun out of you. You know what's in my pack?" She jerked her thumb at the mysterious duffel bag. "All kinds of fun toys. Last chance..."

I mulled my options with the speed of a cornered, broke waitress. I didn't have the money to pay Steph back; my options were either running or fighting. I briefly considered running; I knew I could move faster than my angry boss, but looking at the sinking sun, I didn't know if I could get out of the woods by dark.

So, what, then, fight? I didn't rate my chances very high. But what else could I do?

"I don't have your money," I said slowly. "So... I guess... um, we're going to fight?" My boss shook her head at me, but backed away so we could face off in the middle of the clearing.

"Take off your shoes," Steph ordered. I did as she said, not quite sure why, I guess hoping somehow she'd rethink this whole thing if I did what she wanted. "And your socks!" she barked in her boss voice. For good measure I also took off my fitbit for some reason, sticking it in my left shoe.

We faced off in the center of the clearing. Both of us were wearing tank tops and shorts, but that's where the similarities ended. Steph was two inches shorter than me at 5'6", but she outweighed me considerably, with broad shoulders and big, thick arms, which were currently crossed under her C cups. She must've weighed at least 160 pounds, and I'm lying if I say I wasn't a little scared of her as her green eyes glared at me through her big, chunky glasses. Her small mouth was twisted into a mean sneer. Her brown hair was cut into a Skrillex, very long on her left side, shaved on the right - maybe I could make a grab for it, a note I filed away for later.

As for myself, I'm taller than Steph at 5'8", but I'm built very slim, maybe 130 pounds; my black hair fell down past my shoulders, and I wished I'd thought to put it up in a ponytail to make it harder to grab. Where Steph's large tits were formed into a deep valley of cleavage by her bra, my little A-cups (my precious miniatures, as I liked to call them) were so small I hadn't bothered putting a bra on. In contrast to her strong limbs,the only real muscles I had were in my long legs.

The start of a battle plan started to form. Maybe - just maybe - I had a chance; I couldn't even come close to matching her in upper body strength, but my legs were pretty powerful from miles of hikes and riding my bike to and from work every day. If I could get her down on the ground, maybe I could get my legs around her neck and choke her out?

This was a pretty thin string to hang my hopes on, but it was better than nothing. Steph put her fists up like a boxer, apparently thinking I was dumb enough to start trading punches with her. I knew how that would end and as we closed, I managed to surprise her, reaching around her guard and slapping the chunky hipster glasses right off her face. She froze for a second, long enough for me to go under her guard and slam my right fist into her soft tummy. Unprepared for the hit, Steph bent over, groaning; I wasn't really sure what to do and awkwardly shoved her, pushing her down to the grass on her back. I went to sit down next to her, hoping to trap her in a scissors hold and end the fight before it started, but she moved too quickly, scrabbling away from me. We both got to our feet and raised our hands, my opponent going back to her boxing pose, while I held my palms out towards her like a grappler. We circled each other for a second before Stephanie attacked, charging in at me throwing big punches.

I guess it was pretty clear neither one of us had been in many fights as Steph was throwing big, sloppy punches and I was barely managing to keep clear of them. I made a grab at her right wrist, but I missed, and Stephanie's left fist slammed up into my stomach, pain exploding from my gut where she hit me. I gagged, feeling like I was going to throw up, and couldn't stay standing, sinking down to my knees. I looked up to see a smirking Stephanie, already aiming a followup punch. I tried to get out of the way, but I was moving in slow motion; her right fist crashed straight into my face, stars exploding in my vision as I found myself laying on my back, looking up at the sunset sky. I felt my opponent sinking her hands into my long hair, pulling me up like dead weight until I was bent over in front of her, one of her hands still holding my hair, the other pressing down on my back.

Steph lifted her knee up into my stomach, once, twice, three times. She released me and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, coughing and holding my tummy where she'd hit me. As I lay there suffering my opponent pulled my tank top off. I felt my nipples instantly hardening in the cool air as I found the strength to roll away from Steph and get to my feet.

I was pretty wobbly; I doubted I could take another hit, and wanted to buy myself some time to recover. Stephanie threw a huge right-handed punch at my head, and I weaved back, seeing my opponent unbalance herself as her fist flew past my face. I kneed her between the legs, knowing I'd hit home as Steph's eyes went wide and she gasped. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew my right leg back, smashing my knee into her stomach with as much force as I could. I felt my kneecap sink into her soft gut and now it was Steph's turn to fall to her knees, retching. Returning her earlier move I yanked her tank top off, then reached down and undid the straps on her bra and whipped it off her. I tried to grab her wrists thinking I could tie her hands behind her back, but a coughing Steph backed me off with wild slaps and punches.

I took a few steps away from my opponent as she got to her feet, glaring at me. We faced each other  across the clearing, both topless, panting and out of breath, and both of us sporting newly-forming bruises on our stomachs (although the one on my flat tummy was far larger - Steph's repeated knee strikes had hit a wider area than my single powerful one, I guess). As we closed her heavy, bare tits made a fairly obvious target, and I reached out and grabbed one in each hand and started squeezing. Steph groaned in pain and returned the favor.

Where I had a kind of underhand cupping action on my boss' big boobs, mine were so small she had to take a straight-on grip mostly on my nipples. We struggled for a moment, Steph attacking my tits with fury, mostly focusing on nipple twists and hard slaps; the twists hurt like hell, but she couldn't really get the angle right on the slaps, and these didn't really phase me much (although I made sure to play up a grimace and cry out in pain when she did them, hoping to trick her into doing more slaps instead of the genuinely agonizing nipple attacks).

For myself I squeezed as hard as I could, crushing her mammaries in my hands, mixing in twisting downward pulls. At first this didn't seem to work too well, but I could hear Steph fighting down little gasping sobs. Despite the pain my opponent was inflicting on me, I found myself getting the upper hand, I guess mostly because I had more to work with.

Finally Steph had enough and broke off the attack on my chest, releasing my boobs and grabbing my wrists. I held on for dear life, but with a yell of effort she pulled my hands away from her tits. I guess I'd held on too long as now she had my wrists trapped, and using this hold to keep me in place, she lifted her knee into my crotch.

Pain exploded from between my legs and I let out an undignified wail. My boss released my arms and I took a step back, slightly bent over, hands protectively over my pussy. I felt tears sliding down my face and Stephanie attacked without mercy, punching me hard in the stomach. With a gasping sob I fell down to my knees, and my opponent easily pushed me down onto my back. I managed to roll over, but before I could get away from her she grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I frantically crawled away from her and caught a lucky break as Steph held onto my bottoms, apparently thinking this would keep me from moving; but instead I crawled out of both my shorts and panties, leaving me naked but free, and a surprised Steph taking a stumbling step backwards to keep from falling down.

I managed to get up to my feet before my opponent could recover from her surprise; I put my fists up as she tossed my shorts and undies away and we faced off again. My heart was pounding in my chest; I was scared, humiliated, hurt and exhausted.

"Should've given up when you had the chance," Stephanie taunted me as we circled each other. "You know what kind of toys I got in my bag? It's gonna be a real long weekend for you, sweetie. Let's get this fight over with, I got some big plans for your little ass." With this she attacked, throwing a big right hand square at my face. I went under her fist, grabbing her arm with both hands. Now, I don't want to perpetuate the stereotype that all Asians know martial arts (and I'm fourth generation anyways), but I knew enough simple mechanics for a basic throw - I pushed my hip into a surprised Steph and used her arm to lift her over my back, throwing her down hard into the grass. Steph let out a heavy grunt as her back slammed into the ground. I quickly stomped her in the stomach, my dirty foot sinking deep into her soft tummy, aiming for the bruise I'd already started going.

"You fuck face," my boss gasped. "I'm gonna kill you as soon as I get up. They're never gonna find your body out here!"

"Yeah, keep talking," I hissed. My opponent was right where I wanted her to unleash my hopefully finishing move. I quickly laid down on the grass so we were at 90 degrees, snaking my legs around her midsection, and snapped shut the scissors hold I'd been hoping for all fight.

Stephanie immediately grabbed my ankles and started trying to pull my legs apart as I squeezed. I could hear her groaning with effort as she tried to get out of the hold, and I was gasping with exertion as I worked just as hard to keep her in it. After just a minute of this struggle we were both sweating heavily, a bad sign as it might make Steph slippery and help her escape. My legs started getting sore, but I powered though, seeing that my scissors was working; Stephanie's strong hands started getting weaker and she began to panic as she frantically pulled on my legs. She was panting, clearly having to work hard to get any air into her lungs, and I felt her hands slide off me entirely as she let out a defeated moan.

I wasn't taking any chances. I kept Stephanie in the scissors for a minute more, my legs burning with fatigue. When I couldn't take it anymore I released my opponent, who looked like she had almost been knocked out; she barely stirred as my shaking legs came off her, her big tits heaving as she took in large gulps of air. I crawled over to where her bra lay in the grass, deciding I'd better tie her hands before I called the fight finished. I cursed my sore legs as I slowly moved back towards Steph; even crawling was agonizing.

I got back to where my boss was laying in the grass and, to my astonishment, in the few minutes it had taken me to cross the clearing she had woken up enough to fight; she grabbed the bra out of my hands and threw it into my face. Then she lift her right leg, aiming a big kick at my chest. Luckily for me she was clearly still hurting pretty badly, and her kick was slow and sloppy. I grabbed her leg, giving her a hard punch in the stomach. This clearly hurt her pretty badly; still, I had to finish her off quickly. I came up with a plan, peeling off her shorts and panties.

"You wanna give up, Steph?"

"Go fuck yourself," she huffed. I gave her pussy a light slap.

"Last chance..."

"Fuck you." She managed to sit up with effort that left her panting heavily. "Just wait until I get up. I'm going to snap you like a twig, Jen! I'm - what the fuck are you doing?"

What I was doing was sliding my body so that Stephanie and I were face to face, naked crotches against each other.
"It's over, sweetie," I taunted her. "You're done!"
I started rubbing my pussy against hers. I know it's more dramatic here if we had an epic trib duel where we were both pushed to the edge of endurance before one of us gave up and surrendered to the other heart and soul, but the truth is I pretty much destroyed her; she clearly had no idea what she was doing, and her resistance crumbled almost as soon as I got myself into position to start working her clit. We had started both sitting up face to face, but in less than a minute she was on her back, fingers digging into the dirt, panting like a bitch in heat as I dominated her pussy with mine. I kept grinding as she started cumming, wailing in defeated pleasure. I wanted her to understand that I'd beaten her and I didn't let up, tribbing her though what must have been a massive orgasm as she writhed in the grass.

This time when I went to tie her hands she didn't move an inch; I flipped her onto her back, put her wrists together and tied them into a solid knot. I left my beaten opponent laying on her face as I slowly got to my feet and painfully stumbled over to see what was in the duffel bag she'd brought.

Good as her word, she'd stuffed half a sex shop in there; she had packed cuffs, a gag, a gimp mask, two vibrators, a strapon, nipple clamps, a scary-looking whip, shaving cream, a razor, and a double-ended foot long black double-ended dildo. I looked over at Steph; she had just managed to roll over onto her back and was uselessly trying to free her hands. She looked up at me, an expression of shocked fear on her face.

Maybe this weekend wasn't going to be so bad after all.