AHW: Secluded Beach Fight (Ferguson vs. Decker)
Jul 28, 2023 19:24:38 GMT -6
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Post by caspian on Jul 28, 2023 19:24:38 GMT -6
OOC: Thought this would be better in parts. Also, the whole damn thing is just growing longer and longer anyways...
Thanks to Vassago for agreeing to this match.
Note: this fight takes place sometime last month, right after Brooklyn's 100th fight.
***
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Secluded Beach Fight (Hannah Ferguson vs. Brooklyn Decker) - Part I
Brooklyn:
(35, 5’9, Lioness Club of America)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, VIXENs)
THE FIGHT:
Hannah and Brooklyn make their way from opposite ends of the sun-drenched beach, their eyes locked with an electric intensity, mirroring the brewing storm within them.
The open-air shower stalls located just upwards of the sand beach stand as silent spectators, seemingly aware of the impending carnage. Stepping into the invigorating spray, droplets cascade over their glistening, chiseled bodies, as Hannah and Brooklyn stand side by side, casting wary side-eyed glares at each other.
For a moment, Hannah’s gaze lingers too long on Brooklyn's rippling abs, her rounded orbs hugged by a pink bikini top. This draws a smirk on Decker’s lips. “Like what you see, Hannah?”
Hannah looks away immediately, her voice dripping with defiance across the spray of water.
"Just thinking to myself which part of you I’m gonna pound first…”
Brooklyn's eyes narrow with determination, "I'll have you whimpering into every inch of me by the end of the evening."
In the secluded privacy of the beach, they stand facing each other, their rivalry reaching its boiling point under the enchanting moonlight. Hannah flaunts a striking red string bikini, showcasing her sizzling hot curves, while Brooklyn's pink bikini hugs her alluring figure, exuding a touch of undeniable sensuality.
As the waves whisper their secrets in the background, Hannah and Brooklyn lock eyes, their intense stares betraying the depths of their animosity. With no prying eyes to distract them, the private battleground is set for a showdown of epic proportions, the sand beneath their feet serving as their only witness.
It was meant to be Hannah’s ‘congratulatory’ gift to Brooklyn having reached her 100th fight milestone. But as we all know, a present from Hannah is like a slap to the face, or in this case, a well promised smother of jug and drool.
Without hesitation, they lunge at each other, their bodies entwined in a tumultuous dance. Slaps echo through the night air, mingling with their grunts and gasps, as they wrestle fiercely upon the sand. Hands claw at the air and fingers seize luscious locks, each capturing tufts of hair, yanking and pulling with unrestrained determination.
As their bodies collide, their bikinis offer little protection, the sand beneath their feet bearing witness to another passionate encounter between these two alpha blondes, with the ground shifting beneath their bare toes. In the heat of battle, their hands momentarily relinquish their grip on each other's hair, arcing through the air to deliver a series of vicious slaps to each other's faces, the force behind each slap leaving fiery handprints imprints on their flushed, bikini-framed sides, and faces.
Brooklyn unleashes a merciless open palm that lands with a resounding SMACK on Hannah's cheek. The force of the blow spins Hannah's head, momentarily dazing her. However, defiance flickers in Hannah's eyes, and her own hand connects swiftly afterwards with Brooklyn's cheek in a savage return.
Hannah yanks hard on Decker's luscious locks, tugging her closer, with a fervor that bordered on primal. Then, Hannah unleashes calculated strikes, her fists driven into Brooklyn's breasts, leaving the alpha Lioness stunned by the sudden, intense pain coursing through her body, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle with each strike.
But Decker musters her strength to counterattack. She clutches onto Hannah's locks with more ferocity, determined to turn the tide of the battle. Despite Decker's hair pulling, Hannah continues to hold her close, mashing her knuckles into her swaying orbs. The rhythmic thuds continue, like a drumbeat, interspersed with sharp gasps and stifled cries, as Brooklyn's body absorbs the punishing blows.
But Decker refuses to let this go unpunished. She pulls Hannah even closer, trying to negate the punching space, their bodies melding together. Decker tugs Hannah's hair to the side, drawing a loud yelp, before driving her own uppercuts into the base of Hannah's breasts, each strike producing a distinct thumping sound. Now, it’s Hannah's breasts which are forcefully knocked about, audible groans escaping from her lips.
As the tables turn, Hannah's breasts become the target, each forceful blow sending jolting spasms through her body, eliciting audible groans of pain from her lips. The impact reverberates through her chest, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle with each strike. Hannah's features contort with agony, her breaths coming in short, strained gasps.
Both women refuse to yield, their bodies pressed together as they exchange relentless blows to each other's jugs. The air is filled with the sound of fists meeting flesh, as they deliver punch after punch, each strike fueling their resolve to outlast the other. Their chests heave with exertion, sweat glistening on their skin as the battle rages on. Despite the pain, neither woman backs down, their fists crashing into the soft mounds, causing them to jolt and ripple with each impact.
In a moment of savage harmony, Hannah and Brooklyn deliver simultaneous punches to each other's tender breasts. The force behind the blows elicits a shared groan, their parted lips bearing witness to their mutual pain. Yet, their grip on each other's hair remains firm, their foreheads pressed firm together, an intimate connection indeed. Grunting, their lips almost touch, twisted into a snarl and growl.
"b*tch! I'll make sure your face is buried between my tits!"
Brooklyn retorts, huffing hot air. "You’ll be whimpering into my chest by the end of the night!"
Their breaths are hot on flushed cheeks, and sweat drips down their brows, mirroring the intensity of their battle on the dunes. The savage clash reaches its zenith as they descend to their knees, arms and hair still entangled in vengeful grips. Decker continues to hammer at Hannah’s chest, her punches finding their mark with brutal precision. One more lands squarely on the side of Hannah's vulnerable breast, causing a sudden burst of motion… The fabric of her bikini top struggles to contain the sheer force, and with an audible rip, one of Hannah’s cups gives way!
In a moment frozen in time, Hannah's breast bursts out of the compromised bikini, exposed to the world in all its glory. The sight of her exposed flesh, momentarily liberated from its constraints, hangs in the evening beach air, with Hannah's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance, her bared chest looking more and more vulnerable under the moonlit sky.
Unyielding, however, Hannah immediately retaliates with a ferocious punch of her own, her fist finding its mark squarely below Brooklyn's vulnerable belly. The impact immediately folds Brooklyn over, eliciting a guttural groan of pain, finding solace in Hannah's arms as they grapple against each other on their knees in the sand.
Brooklyn finds herself drawn into Hannah's embrace, hearing the hiss of the word "b*tch” into her ear before another of Hannah’s fists pummels her left tit, each blow a calculated attempt to dislodge it as well from the confines of her bikini. The force of punch sends ripples through the soft flesh, causing Brooklyn's breast to contort and react to the impact of every uppercut.
But Decker ain’t idle either, her own fists continue to make landfall with Hannah's now bare breast, making for an easier target. With an uppercut-like motion, her punches rock Hannah's orb upward, causing it to momentarily defy gravity before succumbing to the laws of physics. But Decker doesn't stop there. Each fist is shoved in and her knuckles grind into the tender flesh, enhancing the effect of each of her punches. With each strike, Hannah's breast contorts, its shape warping and bending under the merciless onslaught.
A final, devastating punch has Decker's knuckles driven into Hannah's exposed nipple, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through Hannah's body, causing her to wilt into Brooklyn's arms with a terrible moan. Despite her weakened state, she continues to weakly pull at her blonde hair and the loosening strings of her bikini.
Decker, relishing in her momentary dominance, hisses a taunt into Hannah's ear, her voice dripping with venomous intent. "I'm gonna punish every inch of your body, Hannah. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You thought you could spoil my party?" Her words hang in the evening air, a chilling promise of the torment yet to come.
Hannah's grip on her hair and the remnants of her bikini strings grow feeble. The strength drains from her body, and in Brooklyn's arms, she finds a fragile refuge, a temporary respite, as Decker takes her time, sensually straddling her legs over Hannah's thighs on the sand dunes. Their bodies are pressed firmly against each other, and with a firm grip on Hannah's pained chin, Decker holds her captive, their gazes locked, lips mere inches apart.
With a wicked smirk, Decker unleashes a torrent of hard slaps, each strike landing squarely on Hannah's face, jolting her head forcefully from side to side. Hannah's groans mix with heavy breaths, each exhale carrying a blend of pain and anticipation, and the resounding CRACKS of open palms meeting flesh.
But soon, Hannah fights back, her fists thudding away at Decker’s body and chest, finding their mark in close quarters. With each well-placed blow, Brooklyn’s face contorts and winces, the force behind the strikes dislodging her left breast a little bit more, exposing glimpses of her supple flesh through the failing gaps in her bikini. And then, with a final powerful punch, her entire breast pops out, triumphantly broken free from the confines…
Decker, enraged more than embarrassed, intensifies her grip on Hannah's hair, desperate to regain control of the situation. More powerful SLAPS are aimed at Hannah's face, seeking to overpower her opponent and knock her senseless. However, Hannah proves to be equally relentless, her fists continue to target Decker's belly, each blow reverberating through Decker's lean body, testing the limits of her resilience.
But Hannah's onslaught proves too much to handle. More and more fists pummel away at her abs, driving the wind from her lungs. Dazed and winded, Decker can only react to another powerful uppercut that’s driven into the base of her chin, which sends her flying backward and off her perch! The force of the blow propels Decker backwards, causing her to crash into the compact sand below. She lies there, momentarily dazed, the impact of Hannah's punch still echoing through her ears.
Hannah, still breathing hard, advances, her body straddling Brooklyn's hips and thighs with calculated intent. With a swift movement, she snakes her legs around Decker's waistline, ensuring a secure hold. Hannah's grip then tightens as she grasps onto Brooklyn’s hair, forcefully hauling her back up into a sitting position…
Without hesitation, Hannah drives another fist into the curve of Brooklyn's belly, a reminder of her stark control. As Brooklyn gasps out loud in shock, her body lurching forward, Hannah pulls that stunned face into the sultry embrace of her exposed breasts, her arms wrapping themselves around her head, neck, and shoulders, ensuring the Lioness remains intimately close and unable to escape.
Hannah seizes the moment with predatory hunger, forcefully forcing Brooklyn's lips into the captivating kiss of her bared breast. Her hands, like vices, lock onto her hair and her own biceps, the smoothness of Hannah's curves packed in against Brooklyn's flushed cheek, creating a delicious juxtaposition. Every contour of Hannah's exposed breast engulfs Decker's nose and lips, forming an unbreakable seal that separates their struggle from the rest of the world.
The Lioness’ expression, however, is that of defiant yielding, a tacit acknowledgement of the predicament she’s found herself in, as her lips squirm and spit and gag whilst involuntarily pressed over Hannah’s nipple. Hannah kisses the top of Brooklyn's head, taunting her in a low, smug tone. "So eager to see my jugs, are you? Now you get to kiss them first hand, b*tch."
Thanks to Vassago for agreeing to this match.
Note: this fight takes place sometime last month, right after Brooklyn's 100th fight.
***
(Results: Lookout!, Words: Caspian)
AHW: Secluded Beach Fight (Hannah Ferguson vs. Brooklyn Decker) - Part I
Brooklyn:
(35, 5’9, Lioness Club of America)
Hannah:
(30, 5’10, VIXENs)
THE FIGHT:
Hannah and Brooklyn make their way from opposite ends of the sun-drenched beach, their eyes locked with an electric intensity, mirroring the brewing storm within them.
The open-air shower stalls located just upwards of the sand beach stand as silent spectators, seemingly aware of the impending carnage. Stepping into the invigorating spray, droplets cascade over their glistening, chiseled bodies, as Hannah and Brooklyn stand side by side, casting wary side-eyed glares at each other.
For a moment, Hannah’s gaze lingers too long on Brooklyn's rippling abs, her rounded orbs hugged by a pink bikini top. This draws a smirk on Decker’s lips. “Like what you see, Hannah?”
Hannah looks away immediately, her voice dripping with defiance across the spray of water.
"Just thinking to myself which part of you I’m gonna pound first…”
Brooklyn's eyes narrow with determination, "I'll have you whimpering into every inch of me by the end of the evening."
In the secluded privacy of the beach, they stand facing each other, their rivalry reaching its boiling point under the enchanting moonlight. Hannah flaunts a striking red string bikini, showcasing her sizzling hot curves, while Brooklyn's pink bikini hugs her alluring figure, exuding a touch of undeniable sensuality.
As the waves whisper their secrets in the background, Hannah and Brooklyn lock eyes, their intense stares betraying the depths of their animosity. With no prying eyes to distract them, the private battleground is set for a showdown of epic proportions, the sand beneath their feet serving as their only witness.
It was meant to be Hannah’s ‘congratulatory’ gift to Brooklyn having reached her 100th fight milestone. But as we all know, a present from Hannah is like a slap to the face, or in this case, a well promised smother of jug and drool.
Without hesitation, they lunge at each other, their bodies entwined in a tumultuous dance. Slaps echo through the night air, mingling with their grunts and gasps, as they wrestle fiercely upon the sand. Hands claw at the air and fingers seize luscious locks, each capturing tufts of hair, yanking and pulling with unrestrained determination.
As their bodies collide, their bikinis offer little protection, the sand beneath their feet bearing witness to another passionate encounter between these two alpha blondes, with the ground shifting beneath their bare toes. In the heat of battle, their hands momentarily relinquish their grip on each other's hair, arcing through the air to deliver a series of vicious slaps to each other's faces, the force behind each slap leaving fiery handprints imprints on their flushed, bikini-framed sides, and faces.
Brooklyn unleashes a merciless open palm that lands with a resounding SMACK on Hannah's cheek. The force of the blow spins Hannah's head, momentarily dazing her. However, defiance flickers in Hannah's eyes, and her own hand connects swiftly afterwards with Brooklyn's cheek in a savage return.
Hannah yanks hard on Decker's luscious locks, tugging her closer, with a fervor that bordered on primal. Then, Hannah unleashes calculated strikes, her fists driven into Brooklyn's breasts, leaving the alpha Lioness stunned by the sudden, intense pain coursing through her body, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle with each strike.
But Decker musters her strength to counterattack. She clutches onto Hannah's locks with more ferocity, determined to turn the tide of the battle. Despite Decker's hair pulling, Hannah continues to hold her close, mashing her knuckles into her swaying orbs. The rhythmic thuds continue, like a drumbeat, interspersed with sharp gasps and stifled cries, as Brooklyn's body absorbs the punishing blows.
But Decker refuses to let this go unpunished. She pulls Hannah even closer, trying to negate the punching space, their bodies melding together. Decker tugs Hannah's hair to the side, drawing a loud yelp, before driving her own uppercuts into the base of Hannah's breasts, each strike producing a distinct thumping sound. Now, it’s Hannah's breasts which are forcefully knocked about, audible groans escaping from her lips.
As the tables turn, Hannah's breasts become the target, each forceful blow sending jolting spasms through her body, eliciting audible groans of pain from her lips. The impact reverberates through her chest, causing her breasts to sway and jiggle with each strike. Hannah's features contort with agony, her breaths coming in short, strained gasps.
Both women refuse to yield, their bodies pressed together as they exchange relentless blows to each other's jugs. The air is filled with the sound of fists meeting flesh, as they deliver punch after punch, each strike fueling their resolve to outlast the other. Their chests heave with exertion, sweat glistening on their skin as the battle rages on. Despite the pain, neither woman backs down, their fists crashing into the soft mounds, causing them to jolt and ripple with each impact.
In a moment of savage harmony, Hannah and Brooklyn deliver simultaneous punches to each other's tender breasts. The force behind the blows elicits a shared groan, their parted lips bearing witness to their mutual pain. Yet, their grip on each other's hair remains firm, their foreheads pressed firm together, an intimate connection indeed. Grunting, their lips almost touch, twisted into a snarl and growl.
"b*tch! I'll make sure your face is buried between my tits!"
Brooklyn retorts, huffing hot air. "You’ll be whimpering into my chest by the end of the night!"
Their breaths are hot on flushed cheeks, and sweat drips down their brows, mirroring the intensity of their battle on the dunes. The savage clash reaches its zenith as they descend to their knees, arms and hair still entangled in vengeful grips. Decker continues to hammer at Hannah’s chest, her punches finding their mark with brutal precision. One more lands squarely on the side of Hannah's vulnerable breast, causing a sudden burst of motion… The fabric of her bikini top struggles to contain the sheer force, and with an audible rip, one of Hannah’s cups gives way!
In a moment frozen in time, Hannah's breast bursts out of the compromised bikini, exposed to the world in all its glory. The sight of her exposed flesh, momentarily liberated from its constraints, hangs in the evening beach air, with Hannah's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance, her bared chest looking more and more vulnerable under the moonlit sky.
Unyielding, however, Hannah immediately retaliates with a ferocious punch of her own, her fist finding its mark squarely below Brooklyn's vulnerable belly. The impact immediately folds Brooklyn over, eliciting a guttural groan of pain, finding solace in Hannah's arms as they grapple against each other on their knees in the sand.
Brooklyn finds herself drawn into Hannah's embrace, hearing the hiss of the word "b*tch” into her ear before another of Hannah’s fists pummels her left tit, each blow a calculated attempt to dislodge it as well from the confines of her bikini. The force of punch sends ripples through the soft flesh, causing Brooklyn's breast to contort and react to the impact of every uppercut.
But Decker ain’t idle either, her own fists continue to make landfall with Hannah's now bare breast, making for an easier target. With an uppercut-like motion, her punches rock Hannah's orb upward, causing it to momentarily defy gravity before succumbing to the laws of physics. But Decker doesn't stop there. Each fist is shoved in and her knuckles grind into the tender flesh, enhancing the effect of each of her punches. With each strike, Hannah's breast contorts, its shape warping and bending under the merciless onslaught.
A final, devastating punch has Decker's knuckles driven into Hannah's exposed nipple, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through Hannah's body, causing her to wilt into Brooklyn's arms with a terrible moan. Despite her weakened state, she continues to weakly pull at her blonde hair and the loosening strings of her bikini.
Decker, relishing in her momentary dominance, hisses a taunt into Hannah's ear, her voice dripping with venomous intent. "I'm gonna punish every inch of your body, Hannah. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You thought you could spoil my party?" Her words hang in the evening air, a chilling promise of the torment yet to come.
Hannah's grip on her hair and the remnants of her bikini strings grow feeble. The strength drains from her body, and in Brooklyn's arms, she finds a fragile refuge, a temporary respite, as Decker takes her time, sensually straddling her legs over Hannah's thighs on the sand dunes. Their bodies are pressed firmly against each other, and with a firm grip on Hannah's pained chin, Decker holds her captive, their gazes locked, lips mere inches apart.
With a wicked smirk, Decker unleashes a torrent of hard slaps, each strike landing squarely on Hannah's face, jolting her head forcefully from side to side. Hannah's groans mix with heavy breaths, each exhale carrying a blend of pain and anticipation, and the resounding CRACKS of open palms meeting flesh.
But soon, Hannah fights back, her fists thudding away at Decker’s body and chest, finding their mark in close quarters. With each well-placed blow, Brooklyn’s face contorts and winces, the force behind the strikes dislodging her left breast a little bit more, exposing glimpses of her supple flesh through the failing gaps in her bikini. And then, with a final powerful punch, her entire breast pops out, triumphantly broken free from the confines…
Decker, enraged more than embarrassed, intensifies her grip on Hannah's hair, desperate to regain control of the situation. More powerful SLAPS are aimed at Hannah's face, seeking to overpower her opponent and knock her senseless. However, Hannah proves to be equally relentless, her fists continue to target Decker's belly, each blow reverberating through Decker's lean body, testing the limits of her resilience.
But Hannah's onslaught proves too much to handle. More and more fists pummel away at her abs, driving the wind from her lungs. Dazed and winded, Decker can only react to another powerful uppercut that’s driven into the base of her chin, which sends her flying backward and off her perch! The force of the blow propels Decker backwards, causing her to crash into the compact sand below. She lies there, momentarily dazed, the impact of Hannah's punch still echoing through her ears.
Hannah, still breathing hard, advances, her body straddling Brooklyn's hips and thighs with calculated intent. With a swift movement, she snakes her legs around Decker's waistline, ensuring a secure hold. Hannah's grip then tightens as she grasps onto Brooklyn’s hair, forcefully hauling her back up into a sitting position…
Without hesitation, Hannah drives another fist into the curve of Brooklyn's belly, a reminder of her stark control. As Brooklyn gasps out loud in shock, her body lurching forward, Hannah pulls that stunned face into the sultry embrace of her exposed breasts, her arms wrapping themselves around her head, neck, and shoulders, ensuring the Lioness remains intimately close and unable to escape.
Hannah seizes the moment with predatory hunger, forcefully forcing Brooklyn's lips into the captivating kiss of her bared breast. Her hands, like vices, lock onto her hair and her own biceps, the smoothness of Hannah's curves packed in against Brooklyn's flushed cheek, creating a delicious juxtaposition. Every contour of Hannah's exposed breast engulfs Decker's nose and lips, forming an unbreakable seal that separates their struggle from the rest of the world.
The Lioness’ expression, however, is that of defiant yielding, a tacit acknowledgement of the predicament she’s found herself in, as her lips squirm and spit and gag whilst involuntarily pressed over Hannah’s nipple. Hannah kisses the top of Brooklyn's head, taunting her in a low, smug tone. "So eager to see my jugs, are you? Now you get to kiss them first hand, b*tch."
TO BE CONTINUED…
