Euro-babes catfight! Yvette vs. Estelle

It seemed Estelle really wasn't prepared for a catfight, Yvette thought. The Swiss beauty had no resistance to hairpulling at all, getting easily tugged off her feet and thrown onto her side, with Yvette following after to take the fight back to the ground. Estelle's sharp insults only made Yvette smile wider as she realized she had the edge over her opponent, who wasn't ready at all for such catty aggression.

"This is how women fight Estelle! Too bad you're not ready for it," Yvette said, "You thought AFW was only about pleasure? Well, let me show you that pain can be the greatest pleasure of all!"

The dominatrix painslut side of Yvette was fully emerging as the French girl tried to get on top of Estelle once more, aiming to push her onto her back and straddle her waist. Yvette continued to pull on Estelle's rich locks, forcing her head left and right, jerking her around to keep her disoriented and easily controlled.

"Yvette! Don't hurt her!" Asaki gasped. She knew Yvette could get a bit rough when she got excited, and it was obvious to the nurse that Yvette was getting a bit too worked up. Still, she couldn't interfere without having this match be thrown out, something she knew neither Estelle nor Yvette would be satisfied with. She worried though, as she sincerely wanted neither girl to be injured.

Once again Yvette’s pride got in the way of things. That match could have been an incredible test of willpower for both women, a challenge in which both of them could test which one burned brighter and hotter than the rival, who would outlast the other in a test of endurance, but whenever Yvette didn’t have the things going her way her pride always had got in the way. It happened the same with their previous conversation via text messaging: the French was a controlling person, and didn’t like when things escaped her control. But maybe the Swiss was judging the woman too harshly. After all, she wasn’t experienced at all in catfighting, not sure about what to expect. She believed in steamy competition, not agressive one like that, but she was cornered in between the sword and the wall. To win this she might have to step out of her comfort zone.

Estelle was having a very hard time now. After just being tossed to the ground once more Yvette kept the pressure going, shoving the Swiss’ head back and forth by yanking her hair. This caused no small amount of distress coming from Estelle, as she couldn’t see anything straight and she was starting to feel lightheaded from the disorientation and the rough treatment. Estelle was crying in pain as everything went blurry, she noticed Asaki asking Yvette to stop, but that didn’t make her rival relent. After what it looked like an eternity Estelle decided she had to act, even if she didn’t like where the match was at that point. Luckily for her, Yvette hadn’t secured her hands this time. It was so frustrating for her not being able to measure her might against Yvette on fair terms, but this had to stop. Without even noticing, her hand darted against Yvette’s face putting all of her strength in a slap movement.

Asaki's voice cut through Yvette's mind, making the French girl stop her hairpulling for just a moment. She turned to her pink-haired tag partner with a pout on her face. "What Asaki? This is a match, we're supposed to be fighting here!" Yvette said, "It's Estelle's own fault for not being mentally prepared!"

Before she could say anything else, or continue to fight though, Estelle had recovered. Yvette suddenly felt a hand deliver a powerful slap right across her cheek! She had not been prepared for the blow at all, Estelle's palm snapping her head to the side and knocking her off balance, making her fall off from her position straddling Estelle. The French girl recovered quickly though, getting back to her hands and knees as she covered her stinging cheek with one hand, shaking her head a little to clear the ringing out of her ears.

"That's more like it," Yvette said as she got back up to her knees, "That's how a women fights Estelle!" Yvette actually sounded pleased, as Estelle was finally understanding the situation she was in.

Estelle noticed how in the middle of Yvette’s hair yanking and tugging Asaki interceded on her behalf. The nurse was worried about Estelle’s well being, and thought that the treatment Yvette was giving her was just too much. The French didn’t agree though, as she only paused her torture for an instant before she kept going. But that was just about to end.

Estelle had enough. Yvette had been trying to push her, make her cross a line she wasn’t sure about crossing, stepping out of the boundries of what the Swiss considered healthy sportswomanship. Yvette wanted a vicious catfight, and even if Estelle didn’t want to, she was going to get it. Without even noticing, Estelle threw her hand in a quick and strong slap at Yvette’s face. The impact was more than enough to make the French lose her straddling position and get her on her knees. Estelle used that time to recover and check the state of her hair. She couldn’t believe how low she had stepped in order to survive in this match.

There was no turning back now. Estelle had resorted to the same tactics she criticized just before, and not only that, she was getting Yvette’s approval for doing so. What it should have been a test of willpower and sensual prowess was going to be settled as a score between two sluts. It felt terrible for Estelle, but that wouldn’t make her hold her punches… or her slaps. She went for a second one, this time even stronger, aiming at Yvette’s face to make her lose her balance once more.

As Estelle came at her again, hands raised obviously going for a second slap, Yvette couldn't help but smile. She had finally gotten through to the Swiss woman it seemed, that this fight wasn't just going to be about sex. That didn't mean though that Yvette was just going to let Estelle hit her again. The first slap was a freebie, Estelle was going to have to work for her next hit!

As Estelle swung, Yvette swung back. The French painslut didn't try to dodge Estelle's blow, but rather responded with a rapid and powerful slap of her own aimed right at Estelle's cheek. This was to be a real catfight now after all, and in such a fight Yvette wanted to both taste pain and to dish it out. She wondered whether Estelle could take it though.

CRACK! Estelle's hand made contact with Yvette's face. The blow snapped Yvette's head to the side, knocking her off balance as she fell onto one elbow. Yvette blinked a few times to clear the stars from her vision, pushing back up after only a moment's respite. "What, is that the best you've got Estelle?" Yvette taunted, looking over to the Swiss beauty to see how much damage her return slap caused.

Estelle just couldn’t believe how low she was getting about that match. It felt already terrible for her the way she got into that match, but it got even worse when she realized how she was giving everything she believed in up in order to fight just like Yvette wanted. Her first slap connected and freed her from her rival’s grip, but that was far from over. It hurt her seeing how her rival encouraged her to keep going like that, it felt like the Swiss wasn’t in control of her actions anymore, as if she was becoming Yvette’s pet.

But the French didn’t want to stand still. It appeared like Yvette was getting just the kind of catfight she wanted, but that didn’t mean she was going to just be there and take Estelle’s slaps. As her rival felt some retaliation, Estelle took a hit to her face that made her yelp in pain, her hand going at her own face at it burned from the hit. That wasn’t what that match was intended to be, and Estelle’s glassy eyes reflected what she was feeling.

It looked like Yvette knew how her remarks and provoking was affecting Estelle, that or the woman was so rash and unaware of the fact that she was pushing the Swiss to the limit. Estelle didn’t like what she was doing at that moment, and the final act of teasing coming from Yvette was the straw that broke the camel’s back that was her emotional stability. With a sudden burst of slaps Estelle would try to get Yvette on the floor so she could straddle her. Then, Estelle would go for more retaliation in the form of the same hair yanking she got before. It was as if the Swiss had lost it, she would wail her arms at Yvette. The French had showed Estelle a mirror, and she didn't like the image it reflected. “Shut up already! Shut up, SHUT UP!” she would scream, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Yvette's eyes widened as Estelle seemed to snap. Suddenly the Swiss beauty threw a flurry of slaps at Yvette, some of which missed, a few of which were blocked, but the rest hit her on her face and body. "Ah !" Yvette cried out as Estelle's newfound ferocity forced her back, knocking her off balance, sending her tumbling onto her back. Then Estelle grabbed Yvette's hair roughly, giving her some of the same treatment that Yvette had moments before. It made the French girl squeal with pain.

"Estelle! What are you doing?" Asaki gasped. She hadn't expected the Swiss beauty to snap like this, even though Yvette had been needling her this whole time. "Just stop this please! The both of you!"

Her words fell on deaf ears though, as Yvette had no plans of stopping even though she was getting beat up. The French girl's hand shot towards Estelle's panties, aiming to grab them by the waistband and give them a sharp yank upwards! She needed Estelle to let go of her hair, and she figured the best way was to go on the offensive and attack, giving Estelle a painful wedgie both in the back and the front as she pulled the red fabric up to torture Estelle's butt and pussy at the same time!

Everyone in the room got surprised by Estelle’s extreme reaction, even the brunette herself. Maybe for outside onlookers it could seem like Estelle had quite a temper and a short fuse, but for anyone who knew Estelle for some time the picture was a grim one. The Swiss was famous in her circles for her elegant and kind demeanor, always having a positive remark to anyone, always finding opportunity in the face of trouble, and always responding with a smile even in the most one sided of defeats. For Estelle, seeing herself losing it and resorting to that kind of dirty tricks in order to stay alive in the fight only increased her distressed state.

Even when Asaki tried her best to make peace in the match and deescalate the situation, it was too late. Estelle didn’t even register the nurse’s plea for mercy and Yvette looked really happy about the Swiss snapping. It was as if the French wanted that to happen from the very beginning, without any kind of concern about how that would make Estelle feel.

There was no time for digression though, as Estelle took her bitter revenge on Yvette yanking her hair around so her rival would be rendered dizzy and unable to counterstrike. But the French had quite the character and some temper to her, also she had some fight in her still, and she showed that by powerfully applying a wedgie to Estelle. “HAAAHH!”, the Swiss cried as the silk of her underwear bit both her ass ans the inner folds of her sex, pain and pleasure mixing in a terrible combo that made her arms and her resolve shake a little. It wasn’t enough to stop her though, as Estelle kept straddling her rival, her slaps stopping because she now wanted to mash Yvette’s breasts to make her feel the same pain she was feeling. With a groan of exertion, pain and frustration, Estelle got a hold of Yvette’s both mounds and started mashing them against each other and squeezing them with her hands.

The wedgie made Estelle stop pulling her hair, something Yvette was quite happy about. Estelle could get quite catty if pushed, it seemed. It finally felt to Yvette like her opponent was taking the fight seriously, even if it came at the cost of quite a bit of pain and losing a few strands of hair. Still, the Swiss beauty was obviously less experienced than Yvette when it came to these kinds of fights. If a simple wedgie was enough to stop the Swiss beauty's momentum, then she obviously hadn't gotten into matches where she had to face far worse.

Estelle recovered quickly though, her hands shooting down to Yvette's small breasts, grabbing them roughly and mashing them together as payback for the breast torture Yvette put her through earlier. The French girl groaned, scowling from the pain. Her smaller breasts lacked the same kind of padding Estelle's had, leaving them to be more sensitive to rough handling. Estelle's rough groping was causing the French girl a significant amount of pain.

"Ahaaaahh!" Yvette cried as Estelle's fingers dug into her chest. The French girl realized that she wasn't going to beat Estelle by being underneath her. She acted quickly, pulling her feet flat and bracing them under her knees, then bucking up hard with her hips! At the same time, she yanked up as hard as she could on Estelle's panties, hoping to use the lifting motion and the force from the bucking to throw Estelle off of her!

The person fighting in that room wasn’t Estelle Arnault anymore. Whoever was there facing Yvette wasn’t the gentle soul, always kind and eager to experience a rival’s body at its fullest. She who was fighting Yvette was a catty machine devoid of any kind of feeling, any kind of joy for what she did swapped for bitterness. And there she kept going with her groping, her rival’s wedgie making her underwear bit her inner folds but never completely stopping her. Estelle moaned in anguish as that small amount of pleasure didn’t mix well with the intense pain she was feeling.

As Estelle kept going, mashing her rival’s smaller breasts in a cruel movement, she groaned from the exertion as she noticed Yvette trying to reposition her legs. When the French suddenly arched her back and bucked her hips it became impossible for the Swiss to maintain her position as she was shoved off on her side. But that wouldn’t be the end of it.

Estelle rolled on her back and decided to act dizzy. If Yvette fell for it and regained the upper position, the Scarlet Rose would unveil her plot and use her legs to retaliate once more, mirroring Yvette’s tactics and giving the woman a powerful wedgie as punishment, but that all will depend on what she did next.