Chapter 153

Laura had the most exciting dream of her life. She awoke from it in a hot lather of sexual need, quivering and moaning in her damp sheets. In the dream she had been catfighting with Karen.

It had all begun mildly enough. The two of them had been joking, kissing, teasing one another. But Karen had wanted to imprison Laura's breasts in the vise again, the incredible device consisting of two metal bars loosened or tightened by wing nuts at each end, which they had used last time. It was both wildly arousing and shockingly painful to have your breasts squeezed in it, and then further tortured with nipple clamps.

Laura had refused.

"You want it," Karen said in the dream. "You know you do."

She reached for Laura's shirt, to help her take it off. But Laura moved back. "I don't want it. It hurts."

Karen eased off, temporarily. But soon she was trying to unbutton Laura's blouse again. Laura teased her and kissed her, trying to go back to their long-time trust.

"Do you want to kiss them, or torture them?" she asked softly.

"Both," Karen admitted.

And Laura's blood simply leapt. Karen's hand was on the throat of her shirt. She looked down.

"Let me," Karen asked.

"No."

"Please let me."

Laura shook her head. "No."

"I'm stronger than you are."

"I don't think so."

"Want to find out?"

Laura glowered at her.

With one movement, Karen pulled down her hand and ripped open Laura's shirt, popping and tearing the buttons loose. Laura's shirt hung open, exposing her bra. She looked down, unable to believe this had happened.

Karen was smiling. Laura shook her head.

"You bitch. You ruined my shirt."

"It isn't all I'm going to ruin," Karen smirked.

She lifted her hand to the fabric separating Laura's bra cups. Surprising herself, Laura batted her hand away. Eyes narrowing, Karen raised her finger to Laura's cheek, to caress it. Laura slapped it away too.

"Don't touch me, you bitch."

"I'm going to do a lot more than touch," Karen threatened.

Karen's hand was quick. It shot out and grabbed Laura's bra between the cups. She yanked it forward, trying to rip it off, but the elastic merely stretched. Karen's arm had such strength that she pulled Laura forward too.

Their faces brushed. Laura was furious. She slapped Karen's cheek hard with the palm of her hand. "Damn you, let me go! I don't want to do it!"

Karen still held the middle of Laura's bra in her hand. She twisted it, tightening the cups against Laura's breasts, pinching them. The elastic straps bit into Laura's back and shoulders. Laura slapped her again, trying to pull free.

But Karen was very strong. "You cunt!" she swore at Laura. "I'm going to put the vise on your boobs and make you sob! You're going to beg me to stop!"

"The fuck I am!" Laura spat.

She grabbed the throat of Karen's blouse and with one strong move tore it open down the front, leaving it hanging in rags. Now Karen's bra was exposed too, the bulging tops of her luscious breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. Laura was panting too. Their fight was sexually charged in the extreme, so that they hardly knew it they were fighting or fucking.

Now Karen grabbed Laura's bra with both hands and simply ripped it open. Her beautiful black hands grasped Laura's naked breasts, twisting them roughly, her fingers pinching Laura's nipples. Karen's fingers and nails sank into the flesh of Laura's breasts. Never, even in their roughest fucking, had Karen ever squeezed Laura's breasts this hard.

"Ouch! God... you're hurting me!" Laura screamed at her.

Karen's fingers pinched both of Laura's nipples at once, fiercely, bringing tears to Laura's eyes, and fiery pain to her nipples.

"Owwnncchh!"

She slapped Karen's face sharply, twice. Karen pushed her backwards until Laura fell onto the bed. Then she fell on Laura, but Laura caught Karen's bra with both hands and ripped it apart too, just as Karen had done to hers. Karen's luscious black breasts spilled out, her thick bulbous nipples shiny and puffy.

Instantly, Laura grabbed them, twisting the firm, large balls of flesh, digging her fingers roughly into them, then pulling Karen's large nipples with her fingers, twisting and pinching them ferociously. Karen began to whimper and gasp in shock and pain. She slapped Laura hard on the side of the face, trying to grab Laura's head in a headlock with her arm.

Laura wriggled free. Her skirt was up around her waist, and Karen plunged one hand between Laura's thighs, ramming the heel of her palm directly up into Laura's crotch. The blow hurt Laura, but at the same time stimulated her wildly as she felt the hard flesh of Karen's palm ramming into her pussy, and pushing her wet panties into it. She realized for the first time how wet she was and knew that they were really fucking, just catfighting their way into it.

She thrust her own hand into Karen's crotch, finding Karen's panties very wet too. She rubbed Karen's pussy violently through the damp cloth, watching Karen's eyes roll up, hearing her gasp.

"Ungghh!" Karen panted. "You bitch. Don't try to distract me."

Now Karen grabbed the breast torture vise, which was lying next to them on the bed. She forced Laura down on her back and tried to fit the two long bars over Laura's breasts. But Laura managed to get her hands on Karen's dangling breasts, and now she twisted and pinched Karen's large black nipples viciously.

"Aiieeeee!" Karen screamed in pain.

Laura didn't let go. She rolled over, forcing Karen onto her back now, still pinching the girl's thick, bulbous nipples sharply, enjoying the grimace of pain on Karen's face, and her helpless whimpering.

"Ohhhh! Please... oh god, Laura, that hurts! Owwwchhh! Oh shit!"

Tears came to Karen's eyes. Laura twisted her nipples viciously. The pain was so great that Karen arched her back, lifting her body, trying to compensate for it. Laura released Karen's nipples, and while Karen was still distracted by the pain, she grabbed the vise herself. Unfortunately, it was adjusted to receive her own breasts, which were much smaller than Karen's.

But she didn't have time to unscrew the wingnuts. And so she squeezed and forced one of Karen's large, bulging breasts between the bars, and then the other one. They did not want to fit, and so she pinched and pulled them through, causing Karen once again to whimper and moan in pain.

"God... you bitch!" Karen whimpered. "Let me go!"

"You cunt! I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll beg me to stop," Laura swore at her.