Nightmare Flight Part Five

"Hurry up! Move it over there!" WHIRRRR! BUZZZZ! THUMP! THUMP! "Everybody, we don't have all day you know." (Hustle. Bustle.) "Hey you, blondie! Time to wake up! You both better look alive now!" the voice sounded passionate and authoritative. "Yes, it's dark. Blondie, take hold of my jacket and follow me, you both have to leave!" Charlize rubbed the sleep from her eyes, got up and trailed along behind the voice; her hands could barely hang on to the woman's jacket she was walking so fast. Charlize smiled, her Asian girlfriend was right behind her, her arms around her chest hanging onto two firm mounds in a kind of follow-the leader that sure was fun. The plane door opened to a flash of light. "Hurry up, down the ramp. Each of you will dress in separate rooms. Straight ahead. Remember, this flight is for you - either good or bad. I'll join you later. On this part of the journey I'll be your instructor and your guide."

"That babe is hot!" Charlize said as she and the Asian walked toward the buildings. "I've got a good feeling about this.Whoa! Hey, I'm naked. We better get in there fast!"

RAP! RAP! RAP! (Knocks on the door - loud, hard!) "Hey, you in there - open the door!"

"I can't, its locked!" the beautiful mysterious woman snapped curtly.

"Oh, that's right, you're the one who doesn't follow directions! I'll be back in a minute with a key!"

"Well, it's about time they let me out of there!" the beautiful mystery woman thought to herself as the light flickered on and off then stayed on. She looked at herself in the mirror. The front of her gown was ripped; her beautiful face was still flushed; but she felt really good. She'd found some delicious wine and gotten really drunk but for some reason as she watched the 'censored?' catfight action on the video and heard the screams, shouts and especially the most recent shrieks....well, her thick hard nipples begged for action (remember the fruit!)

Then a voice beamed from the small speaker in the ceiling, "Dear beloved traveler, we're sorry you didn't get your fantasy this time...but there will be a FANTASTIC next time and it will start in just a few minutes. This IS for YOU - just follow the directions. And-by the way, leave your coat and newspaper here, okay?"

The voice was calm, reassuring. An envelope was slipped under the door and she opened it. Two pictures fell out; one a very erotic photo of the fair-maiden and another erotic photo of 'number 2'! She smiled, swallowed hard and stared at the picture again. An included note simply said, "Pleasure awaits you! Enjoy!"

The artwork on the stationary showed two women who'd obviously been in a hard-fought catfight from the look of their torn clothing, disheveled hair, a breast or two exposed, but now they were kissing and symbols of hearts circled the erotic drawing. BANG! BANG! The door again...the sound of a key inserted, turning; tumblers rotating, the door opening. "Here's your goodies. Choose and hurry. Get dressed!"

An attractive brunette handed a bundle of clothes to the mystery woman. They were beautiful and she had several difficult choices. She chose a tight, frilly satin blouse to accentuate her beautiful cleavage; a sexy modest skirt, sheer sexy pantyhose and heels that were actually very comfortable. Once dressed, she walked through the plane toward the exit. It looked like a normal airplane, but without passengers. She stared at the drop-dead beautiful brunette in sexy military attire as she stepped aside to let the mystery woman go ahead.

"UHHHH! UMMMMM...YOU...YOUR... Major McKenzie, I mean, ummmm, Cat Bell aren't you? " the mystery woman said.

Cat smiled, "You're right, I sure am! Now, follow me. Your fantasy awaits and whether its a nightmare or dream is entirely up to you!"

They went down the ramp, past two small buildings through a set of huge doors into a spacious, plush lobby. "This is gorgeous!" the mystery woman said with a gasp as she looked at the walls adorned with life-size erotic portraits of famous female crimefighters; policewomen, superheroines, lawyers and spies. Everyone from WonderWoman, to Agent-99 to Ally McBeal was represented. Huge gilded mirrors made up one entire wall and four large doors opened into spacious halls.

Cat Bell smiled, pushed a button and a huge mirror swung out to reveal a door. Cat ushered the mystery woman into a large plush room. Big screens displayed the scenes in several different rooms; a gym, a bar and even a spacious court room, but all were empty. The room had beautiful furniture, a wet bar and delicious food - and much, much special fruit.

"This room is for your pleasure," Cat told her. "The monitors will catch most of the action-the kind you love. Don't drink too much, you're due in court soon. Here's a map of the place and a program guide. We already know you have a hard time following directions! Enjoy and prepare yourself, your fantasy will happen soon; you must be ready!"

The mystery woman was beside herself with joy for as Cat handed her the guide, she moved close to the mystery woman and gazed into her eyes as she leaned forward, her firm breasts pressed into the mystery woman's full breasts. Cat reached up and ran her fingers through the luxurious red hair, "You really are a beauty aren't you!" The mystery woman licked her lips; her eyes hungry.

"Well, back to duty," Cat sighed with a hint of regret in her voice as she turned on a dime; military all the way!

The mystery woman brushed the sweat from her brow as she watched Cat's gorgeous ass as she strode away, critically assessing her strong, sexy legs as she left the room. Sighing, she checked the program guide which listed various match-ups and she noted the point scoring system. Each battler got points for certain moves:

Slapping-2 points;
Pulling Hair-2 points;
Remove Tops-5 points;
Remove Bottoms-5 points;
Breast Attacks-4 points each (max 8 points);
Nipple Twist-2 points each (max 4 points), and so on. The list was extensive with minute details for some attacks. This could be fun!

"These clothes are gorgeous!" Charlize gushed. "How can I decide which one to wear?" Then she read the note that came with them. "You may need ALL of these clothes!"

She smiled as she pulled up a tight short skirt and slid into a sexy blouse, nude pantyhose and put on the perfect-fit heels. Cat had told her to be prepared mentally but that was hard to do. Although she was getting great fun on this flight, her ultimate fantasy hadn't yet come to pass -the ONE she'd longed for. She still hadn't seen the special woman yet - the one she lusted for! Well, the airline had promised her and they'd better deliver! She picked up an envelope that appeared under the door and her jaw dropped as she opened it. There SHE was and in a very erotic picture - the one Charlize had originally seen that caused her FANTASY! It WAS going to happen! She opened the door and almost sprinted toward the building to meet her girlfriend who was just fastening her bra when she heard a knock at her door.

"In a minute!" the Asian snapped abruptly, she was irritated and she was getting impatient. This flight had been a blast for her too, but she hadn't had HER dream either. She too had been promised it, but there'd been no sign of HER special one and she was ticked! She buttoned her sheer blouse, adjusted the silk belt on her shorter-than-short skirt and, jumping into the air, gave a chair a nasty roundhouse kick sending it flying. Cat had told her to get ready for the contests and she'd practiced her karate katas and exercised her hands and fingers for moves other than chops. The chair shattered as it hit the wall, drawing her attention to an envelope on the floor. She opened it slowly and a smile spread on her lips. The woman's picture was beautiful - MAYBE today was to be her day. Cat met the women at the big doors where a long line of beautiful women were walking single file into the building.

Cat looked at her watch and muttered, "NOW!" They stepped into line and at the second door, Cat pulled them aside although the other women turned into different hallways. "I hope you ladies got some rest," Cat said slyly. "Did you eat the fruit and take the special supplements?" They had and already both were feeling the effects. "I'll direct you to each new area where you may choose to participate or NOT. I'll participate in some scenes too, but don't take your cues from me. Listen to my instructions carefully; let's go kick butt! UMMM, sorry, I meant to say, lets participate!"

"WOW! Those women are soooooo beautiful!" the beautiful mystery woman thought as she watched the erotic parade of legendary crime-fighters as she grew increasingly hot! WHOOPS! Suddenly the screen went dark - just briefly. "Must be a glitch!" she thought as she continued to watch as the women paraded in, veering off into various rooms as she anxiously longed for the ACTION to start.

Cat, Charlize and their friend walked down the hall, opened a door and entered a room, dark except for a bright light shining down in the middle on two women who were obviously having a 'discussion.' A tall, attractive brunette towered over a gorgeous redhead who was tied in a chair, obviously in trouble! Her blouse was torn, her beautiful hair disheveled and she trembled as the brunette interrogated her. Spy stuff!

WHAP! "Tell me where the diamonds are!" Barbara Feldon snarled after giving Stephanie Powers beautiful face a slap!

"Never! I'll NEVER tell you - and I'm NOT with CHAOS you stupid, dumb broad!" Stephanie snapped, straining against her bonds. Barbara reached down, grabbed the front of her white blouse and pulled it open, exposing a lace bra. THWACK! Another slap! Another question and another denial followed by some hair-pulling and screaming. Barbara shook a finger in Stephanie's face, "You better tell me, you little redheaded hussy or I'll have to get really mean and dirty!"

"Oh, I am so, so, so very scared - you bitch!" Stephanie shouted. WHACK! Another hard slap and Barbara jabbed her stiffened fingers into Stephanie's left breast. The mound of soft flesh bulged up in the cup. Barbara kept pushing until a hard nipple peeked over the top.

"Bet she cries UNCLE," Charlize giggled, amused at her knowledgeable and clever pop culture reference.

"Oh, my! She's NOT supposed to have that!" Cat groaned when Barbara flourishing a knife threateningly. She moved toward the squirming redhead and pushed the blade between Stephanie's breasts - then she cut the ropes and Cat heaved an audible sigh of relief.

"Get up! Fight me for your freedom!" Barbara said, taking a fighting stance.

Both women were in tight sexy short skirts and heels. Barbara had a tight, white blouse while Stephanie's now hung open off of her shoulders. Stephanie lunged but Barbara nimbly sidestepped, buried her fingers in red hair and pulled the screaming Stephanie around the room like a toy. In the process, she shredded the rest of Stephanie's blouse before Stephanie broke free briefly, but only to be met with several hard slaps and punches. Barbara quickly moved behind the reeling redhead and put her in a choke hold as she unsnapped her bra and pulled it off. Then Barbara's free hand closed over the beautiful bare breast and squeezed hard as her fingers pinched the nipple hard!

Stephanie squirmed hard for a while, but Barbara was too strong, her grip too tight and she was in perfect position. In a minute, the redhead's resistance faded and Stephanie stopped fighting, her arms dangling limp. When Barbara released her sexy victim, she slumped to the floor and sprawled at Barbara's feet. Charlize gasped when Barbara leaned over, ran a hand up under Stephanie's skirt and moved it around, drawing a soft moan from Stephanie before it reappeared with a small wet bag of diamonds. Barbara picked up Stephanie's bra and held both it and the diamonds in the air.

"I win!" she cried, then gave Stephanie's heaving stomach a kick as if dismissing her.

"Wasn't THAT fun?" Cat chirped as she led the rapidly breathing women next door. "This is our work-out area, where we can practice and settle differences!" Cat said as they entered a well-lit spacious room where Pam Anderson and Tiffani Thiessen were standing in a ring.

"You a bodyguard? What a joke! You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper bag, you dizzy, dumb blonde!" beautiful busty brunette Tiffani sneered.

"Oh, yeah, well, well we'll just see about that! Come closer honey, so I can smack you good," busty Pam taunted.

WHAM! Invitation accepted! Tiffani's oversize boxing glove connected with the blondes lovely face and down Pam went; her huge breasts bouncing in a tight white T-shirt as she sprawled to the canvas.

"Well now, can I help you up, my dear little Pammie?" Tiffani snickered.

Tiffani stood over her lovely sparring partner, her full breasts bouncing with each move she made while Pam slowly got to her feet facing the lovely, and much more skilled, brunette. Both wore short, tight, satin gym trunks and tight white muscle T's which were getting a real stress test from their huge breasts. Pam spent more time ducking and running than swinging as Tiffani was all over her, pummeling her belly, ribs, face and especially her big beautiful boobs. A solid punch put Pam's back on the ropes and, hearing the three spectators cheering her, Tiffani turned to give them a cheery wave. BAM! Pam hit her hard in the back of the head and as Tiffani went to her knees, Pam landed several punches to her back. Pam walked around in front of Tiffani who tackled her and down they went! The gloves came off as boxing became wrestling. While they grappled, Pam grabbed Tiffani's left breast and squeezed; wrestling had turned to catfighting!

"AIEEEEE!" Tiffani screamed when Pam yanked her hair and tore her T-shirt wide open, exposing a heavy breast with a thick, dark, hard nipple. Tiffani fought back with desperation using a vicious hair pull and a couple hard punches to Pam's flat stomach. Suddenly, Pam found herself being jerked to her feet and dragged around the ring by the hair. Tiffani rammed Pam's head into a turnbuckle, then whipped her around and flung her back into the ropes. Winded, Pam sagged back against the strands with her elbows draped over the top rope.

"Those make two very nice targets!" Cat laughed as she took in the sight of Pam's bulging T-shirt.

"You oughta know," Charlize said, licking her lips as she ogled Cat's big breasts. "Looks like Tiff heard you!" she snickered as Tiffani danced in, grabbed Pam's boobs and dug her fingers in deep; twisting her fingers as she crushed Pam's proud tits through her shirt. Pam screamed in agony, her feet running in place from the pain. When Tiffani released her grip, Pam heaved a sigh of relief but Tiffani slammed a fist into the blondes exposed stomach again and Pam gagged. As she folded over gasping, Tiffani tore the T-shirt clean off!

Tiffani tripped Pam, jumped on her and they rolled around pulling hair, scratching and cussing until Pam succeeded in getting Tiffani's shirt off as well. Now both were topless and their rivals bare breasts became prime targets. Tiffani wailed in agony from every nipple pinch or pull and Cat opined her nipples were far more sensitive than Pam's! While they abused each other's breasts, their strong, muscular, tan legs had a separate battle all their own going and Pam soon found herself trapped in a crushing body scissors. While Tiffani's leg muscles bulged, Pam squirmed but her fingers soon clamped down even harder on Tiffani's thick, sensitive, nipples.

"Twist 'em good! Squeeze harder! Knock her knockers!" all three spectators were enjoying the battle, especially Charlize who identified strongly with Tiffani because her own nipples had proven so sensitive in fight after fight!

Tiffani lifted Pam off the floor with just her legs, then slammed her down! UGH! She did it again UGH! and again UNNNHHHH! until Pam shrieked in agony, her arms flailing. Then with a huge sigh, Pam slumped back and lay still with her arms thrown out.

"Think she will?" Charlize asked eagerly.

"Uhh, well, I..." but before the Asian could answer, Cat jumped up and snatched something out of the air!

"Here's a souvenir for you cutie!" she snickered as she rubbed Pam's gym trunks in Charlize's face. "Bet you can't get 'em over that fat ass!"

"ARGHHHH! UHHHHHH!" A loud yell and a pained moan caught the girls' attention as off to their right two other contests were getting under way. In the first, a beautiful brunette was already moaning in agony, rubbing her stomach and trying futilely to duck and dodge a lightning fast foot from a petite blonde.

"Wow! She IS good. I had no idea that shy little Leah could fight like that!" Charlize said in amazement.

"Oh, I did," Charlize's girlfriend said. "I sparred with her and Leah IS very, very good. I'm just surprised Natalie is that BAD! She looks tired."

They watched Leah Lail and Natalie Raitano continue to kick-box. Both wore shorts but Leah wore a skimpy top showing off her cleavage while Natalie had a snug, tight top. Natalie came to life and it seemed they were very evenly matched for the next few minutes until they stopped for a break.

"That was kinda boring, don't ya think?" Charlize said. Then she yelled, "Look out, Natalie!" as Leah sneaked up behind her with a bucket of water.

"ARGGGHHHH!" Natalie yelled as the cold water soaked her hair and top. "You bitch-I'm gonna' kill you!" she screamed as she chased Leah until she tripped over one of the mats and Natalie was on her in a heartbeat!

"That must've been REAL cold," Cat laughed, eyeing the busty brunettes erect nipples.

Natalie was sitting on Leah, slapping her face - she was mad! As Leah screamed and struggled, her breasts slowly worked their way out of her top. All three women leaned over for a better look, then moved closer to the mats. As Leah's arms flailed, Natalie slipped her hands under the blondes top. Leah let out a scream, then reached up, grabbed Natalie's breasts and dug in. "Oh my, its titty-twisting time!" Cat said, wincing sympathetically. Leah suddenly bucked, throwing Natalie off and in a flash put her in a sleeper hold. Natalie struggled furiously, but she couldn't break free and slowly slipped unconscious.

"Get her!" Cat shouted and Charlize and her Asian girlfriend gave a start, their ears ringing. As they looked behind them, they saw some more hot action as two women in short dresses were going at it hammer and tong! "They're undercover," Cat explained. "That's why they're dressed like that!" Yasmine Bleeth had her fingers in Kelly Hu's hair, trying to hang on to the beautiful Asian while dodging her fists but she was losing the battle! Suddenly, Yasmine grabbed her stomach and doubled over gasping. Kelly stood up, put Yasmine in a headlock and flipped her head over heels to the mat. Both were wearing pantyhose and Charlize's face brightened as she caught the 'brief view' the toss gave her. Yasmine landed THUD right on her ass and as she sat up, Kelly grabbed the front of her dress and RIIIIIIPPPP! tore it open. Then with one quick swipe she tore Yasmine's bra completely off! Kelly grabbed Yasmine's firm breasts from beneath and grunted, "Upsie-daisy" as she pulled her to her feet! "AIEEEE!" the brunette squealed as she was dragged up by the boobs and Charlize winced when she saw how expertly Kelly was working over the gasping brunette's nipples.

"Strip her naked!" Charlize's Asian girlfriend shouted.

Kelly glanced at the Asian a moment, then smiled and with a puzzled look, spun around and followed orders. Yasmine tried to get away, but she got caught by her luscious long hair, slapped her several times and then finished off by having her skirt ripped off. In desperation, Yasmine clawed at Kelly's dress and managed to rip it. Amazingly, Kelly allowed Yasmine to tear her dress to shreds, but when Yasmine wsa finished, Kelly gave her two rapid punches to the stomach, a couple of slaps to the face and then flipped the dazed brunette to the mat and clamped her in a painful head scissors. Yasmine's screams were muffled by Kelly's thighs as Kelly took off her own bra and, to the delight of the three spectators, bound Yasmine's hands with it. Once Yasmine was secured, Kelly stood up, gave her a slap and flashed a victory sign!

"I win!" she said with a laugh as she reached down and gave Yasmine's left breast a good, firm squeeze. "More points for me!"

"This next one is gonna' be my kinda fight!" Cat said as she pointed toward the far end of the room. "Follow me!"

She started runnin and they reached a small arena just as a long sexy leg whipped past a pretty face. High-flying kicks, punches, snap-kicks, round-house kicks, leg sweeps and judo flips! The action was so fast and furious Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee would've been amazed as tall blonde Natasha Henstridge and leggy redhead Molly Culver put on an amazing performance of martial arts fighting.

"I say Natasha!" "No way, Molly's got it easy!" the three women bantered, giving odds as they watched Natasha and Molly demonstrate their martial arts skill although their skill wasn't the only thing on display. Both women looked incredibly sexy in very short skirts, pantyhose and skintight blouses.

After a short break, Molly asked Natasha, "Shall we continue with this or you wanna fight like a real wom...ACKKKK!"

The incomplete question was answered with a vicious hard backhand by Natasha. The big blonde lunged, grabbed Molly's hair and delivered a snap thrust to her left breast. "UHHHHHH!" Molly cried as Natasha took her down to the mat with a leg-sweep. Molly got her fingers in Natasha's hair and tried to rip her blouse. They rolled on the mat scratching, pinching, punching and tearing the others clothes as their long, luscious legs did battle below the waist. Natasha whispered in Molly's ear when she had her briefly in a headlock, "This is definitely more fun! OUCH!" she squeaked when Molly buried her claws in Natasha's firm breast and twisted the sensitive mound clean out of the cup!

"Get her! Pull her hair! Rip her blouse off! Scratch her eyes! Pinch her tits! Strip her!" All three women shouted advice as they cheered excitedly for their favorite. Charlize couldn't believe how much Cat was into it and wondered, how Cat would do in a real catfight. Natasha was ripping the remnants of Molly's blouse off to get at her halfway off bra. Molly's small perky firm breasts sported small pink nipples and both of Natasha's hands attacked them with a vengeance.

"Go! Fight, Molly, fight!" Cat screamed as Molly sunk her nails in Natasha's wrists until she screamed and released Molly's tender mounds.

Then Natasha let out an agonizing groan as Molly's elbow slammed into her face. With Natasha reeling, a handful of blonde hair was yanked furiously and a fist drove deep into Natasha's right breast, flattening it on her chest. Two more punches rocked the blonde, both to her jaw and her beautiful eyes started to glaze over.

"So, you want to fight like a real woman," Molly snarled. "Well, how do you like THIS, you blonde bitch?"

With a strong yank, Molly ripped Natasha's bra clean off and latched onto one big, bouncing breast. Squeezing tenaciously, Molly pulled Natasha to her feet and as she swayed unsteadily, her hands on Molly's shoulders for support, Molly slammed a fist into her groin. As Natasha started to go down, Molly grabbed her beautiful throat in both hands and squeezed. Natasha's face was blank as her legs buckled. Suddenly Molly released her hold and Natasha dropped to her knees. Walking around behind the blonde Molly reached over her shoulders and grabbed her by the breasts. Squeezing, she whispered in Natasha's ear, "Too bad we can't get THIS on film, huh cunt?"

Cat smiled, "You win, Molly. And just how positive are you that this IS private?"

Natasha's face filled with fright at that thought just as Molly opened her hands releasing Natasha's big breast and gave her a knee in the back that knocked her to the mat.

"Now THAT'S a real woman's fight!" Molly yelled to Natasha and three happy spectators.