Posted by Debi C. on 12/24/2002, 9:26 am
Board Administrator

Hi there this is Debi. I used to think it sick that guys get off on girls being hurt in our most intimate areas but then I thought - so what - like I'm a girl and I get off on it infact it makes me horny as hell. So just as a treat for you, I've forwarded a copy of a true account of my first girlfight experience. This is basically what happenned, I have neither altered or exaggarated anything. My fella has been fascinated by the idea of me fighting another girl for ages so after much persuasion I plucked up courage and agreed to give it a go. I must admit, in a way the idea really turned me on as well, rolling about on the floor with another women trying to hurt and humilliate me, while our fellas and others watched. That said I did not want it to go too far and I certainly didn't want to get all messed up and beaten to a pulp like some of the girls you hear about. It took a while to sort something but last Saturday I finally took the plunge. We had arranged to meet them, Karen and her fella, at a hotel about 40 miles away, I was so nervous during the afternoon and when I came to get dressed I was shaking like a leaf. To be honest I wanted to back out but Paul, my fella, wouldn't hear of it. We'd already discussed what we would wear and decided on the skimpy clubbing look which suited me. Before leaving home I dressed in my tiny black pvc micro mini with a matching short top and my red strappy sandals with 41/2" spiked heels. All I had on underneath was a tiny red g-string which was barely covered by my skirt. I would describe myself as attractive (the opposeite sex seem to think so) being late 20s, 5'8" tall, slim - 120 lbs, with long straight blond hair and a sun bed tan and I knew I looked good in my chosen outfit. That said I was also aware how vulnerable it left me, in particular my pussy which I keep totally shaved. I put a long coat over the top and we set off, thankfully it didn't take long to get there and they were waiting for us in the bar. A quick drink and we went to the room they had booked. Karen looked like she had described herself, early 30s, a little shorter and maybe 20 lbs heavier than me with short blond hair and in fairness to her she seemed as nervous as me. She wore a short denim mini (not as short as mine) with a crop top and sandals. We had arranged the rules as to how far you could go so that we could have a number of separate fights which would end with either a submission where one girl made the other give in, or a 'knockout' when one of us would be unable to continue for a while. After each fight we would take a short breather before continuing. Both fellas were present but were under strict orders not to intervene. Punches, slaps and basically anything to the body were to be allowed but no biting and nothing to the face. We started facing each other on our knees and basically just went for each other. I had trouble holding Karen down and she seemed to always end up on top of me but try as she might she couldn't force me to submit by wrestling alone and each time it went the same way. Karen would gradually wrestle me into a position where my arms were held down then try to squeeze a submission out of me. I wouldn't give in so she'd punch me in my bare midriff, getting gradually harder until I was winded and in effect helpless with my legs thrashing about uncontrollably, then she'd turn her attention to hitting me lower down until I couldn't take any more. Obviously the skirt I was wearing offered little protection and I lost count of the number of times her tightly clenched fist thudded into the tiny piece of material covering my exposed pussy. Even then, despite numerous screams and moans, I only actually gave in on one occasion and that was when she pinned me face down and started to bring her knee up between my legs from behind which was that painful I thought it would break me, on the others it was classed as a knockout because I was left squirming about on the floor and clearly unable to get up and continue for a while. Karen was surprised at how much pain I could take but to be honest being in such a position turned me on to such an extent that I felt I could ignore it, even though I was literally writhing in agony. It was obvious that Karen enjoyed hurting me in such an intimate way (she had told me before the fight that she was actively bi-sexual and she certainly liked the look of me.) She was actually frustrated that she could not make me give in or get more of a reaction out of me. At 4 - 0 it was agreed that we would have one final go which would end in the loser's forfeit, to be in effect beaten to a 'knockout' where she was unable to offer any resistance, then stripped naked by the other. I was already weakened by then so I suppose I knew the outcome, almost expected it, still backing out at that point did not even occur to me. Karen had asked at the start if I was still happy with punches to the pussy area and I agreed, after all I could have done the same to her. Although I managed to pin Karen for a while and actually gave a few solid punches to the stomach and pelvic area it seemed as though she did not even feel them. In many ways I saw the outcome as inevitable and did want to cause her reason to hurt me any more than necessary. She again managed to knock the wind from me and somehow pinned my arms beneath me and my legs pulled up and apart with her body across me, leaving me in effect totally helpless with my skirt up and my pussy exposed. I knew what was coming but giving in was not an option.