Posted by Vanessa on June 08, 2006 at 22:00:32:
Blades, Beach, & Beauties
By Vanessa Feathertree & Deirdra
Deirdra kneels in the sand, facing the setting sun over the distant ocean horizon. The beautiful and well-trained redhead meditates on her up-coming battle. She is scheduled to clash blades with Vanessa, a Cherokee girl who was known for her skills and cruelty. As she focuses on her training, she hears light whispers of the camera crews set up around the area. Soon, this is drowned out by the sound of an engine and loud music.
Vanessa pulls her forest green metallic Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4 into a parking spot along the beach. She reaches over to an ancient katana sitting in the passenger seat next to her. Grasping the gift her best friend gave her for her birthday back in April, she opens her door and steps one shapely, pantyhose-clad leg out. With a turn of the key, her car stops and so does her loud techno music. The raven haired girl gets out of her car and stretches. Taking off her sunglasses and tossing them into her car, she closes the door, locks her car and sets the alarm. She looks over the beach as the sun’s last ray’s ripple on the ocean’s rough surface. The first thing to stand out is a woman kneeling on the beach in a white gi. Vanessa also notices the five camera crews set up and trying to be discreet.
Deirdra takes the ancient katana, given to her by her master many years ago, into her pale, slender fingers. She hears the techno music get louder for a brief moment before both it and the car’s engine are turned off. She listens as a car door is closed and then there is the clacking of high heels on the pavement. Deirdra can hear her opponent approach her on the sandy beach.
“Are you Deirdra?” A somewhat husky and sexy voice calls out from behind her. There are no more foot falls in the sand. Deirdra stands, holding her weapon firmly.
“I am.” Deirdra responds in a soft and quiet voice, the product of a life spent in secrets and shadows. Her white gi rustles in the gentle ocean breeze. As she turns to face her opponent, her long red hair, bound into a ponytail, also drifts lightly on the wind.
“I assume you are Vanessa. Your reputation precedes you.” Deirdra’s fingers clutch the handle of her katana, fabled to be one of the crafted blades of the master sword smith, Murasame himself. Her bare toes dig into the sand as she quietly bows in a token gesture of respect.
Vanessa scans her opponent. She notices the girl dressed in a traditional white fighting gi, a huge contrast to her own outfit for this battle. Vanessa had planned to go clubbing after she won the fight, so she wore a black lycra micro-mini skirt, black satin corset, black stiletto heel sandals (which she discovers may hamper her movement in the sand), and black seamless pantyhose. She made sure she was dressed to kill, both in the battle and on the dance floor afterwards. Vanessa respectfully bows to her adversary with one hand closed in a fist, around her katana, and pressed against an open palm.
“I have a reputation!?” A hint of sarcasm and mock surprise are carried in Vanessa’s reply.
“Indeed. I must say…I am honored to fight you.” Deirdra rises from her bow and slowly spreads her long legs, her gi’s pants fluttering as she draws her blade.
“May the best warrior win, Vanessa.” Deirdra’s blade glimmers in the moonlight, the reflection shining in the Irish lass’ pale green eyes.
“Oh! Don’t Worry. I will.” Vanessa retorts confidently while winking flirtingly at her attractive opponent. She proceeds to withdraw her own katana, holding the scabbard in her off-hand defensively. I would have loved to see this specimen of athletic beauty on the dance floor in a sexy outfit before I killed her, but maybe I will dress her up after she is dead…no rules against that......that I know of anyways. Vanessa observes her adversary’s stance and movements as she takes three steps to her left.
Deirdra quietly watches her opponent, analyzing every movement. She watches for a weakness, noticing the stiletto heel sandals. While her shoes may be extremely seductive on her beautiful feet, they will prove to be a hindrance on this sandy terrain. Deirdra’s silvery blade flashes in the pale moonlight as she launches a quick slash for Vanessa’s nylon-clad leg, trying to wound her opponent and draw first blood.
Watching those green eyes of her enemy’s, Vanessa notices the girl’s concentration and focus. Sensing her motives, Vanessa drops her scabbard in front of the assaulting blade, blocking the incapacitating strike. She feels the katana bite into the strongly crafted scabbard, vibrating through the lacquered wood, instead of slicing into her athletic, pantyhose-clad leg. She follows her block with a retaliatory swipe of her own katana towards the red head’s pretty eyes.
A frustrated growl escapes Deirdra as she feels her blade strike the unsatisfying feel of wood as compared to her opponent’s flesh. Reacting quickly, she pulls her head back, but feels the razor sting of Vanessa’s blade cutting across her cheek and leaving a crimson line. No time to check the damage now! Deirdra watches her elegant adversary.
Vanessa realizes her opponent is quick and decides she should remove her sandals for better mobility. She takes five steps back while watching the red head. She sticks her scabbard into the soft sand as she couches. She holds her katana forward to deflect the next attack if necessary. Keeping her almost black eyes on her silent opponent as she reaches with her off-hand to unfasten the small buckle on her left ankle strap, then she slides the sexy sandal off her nylon-clad size six foot.
Deirdra, thinking her opponent is distracted, kicks a bare foot into the soft sand, sending up a cloud of dust and then lunges forward to slash the brunette’s soft neck with the intention of ending the battle quickly. Vanessa, however, anticipated such an attack and bows her head to avoid getting sand in her eyes while dropping into the splits from her crouched position. The athletic girl’s bald pussy presses into the sand through her sheer, seamless nylon as her nose nearly touches her knee. After feeling the blade swipe just barely over her head, she rolls to her side and brings her leg up to kick the attacker in the gut.
Knowing she missed with her attack, Deirdra darts back and away, barely avoiding the kick to her stomach. She smirks wickedly as she adjusts her grip on the katana and watches Vanessa roll out of the splits and into a kneeling position.
“You are as…flexible…as the stories say!” Deirdra focuses on the raven haired beauty as blood drips from her cheek and stains the top of her white gi.
Vanessa comes to a rest on her knees with her katana held defensively in front of her with her off hand behind the blade.
“I didn’t take gymnastics all those years for nothing.” She smiles seductively at her adversary as she brings her leg up to unfasten the tiny buckle on her right ankle strap, once again with her off hand. She proceeds to slip the sandal off her nyloned foot and stands up. The hem of her skirt had ridden up to her waist when she did the splits and left her sex clearly displayed through her seamless pantyhose. “You’re pretty fast!”
“Years of training.” Deirdra answers quietly, her blade shifting in the moonlight. She can’t help but notice the new crimson tint on Vanessa’s katana, her own blood staining it. Perhaps this was not my evening. Deirdra’s thoughts dwell, for a moment, on herself, on a great crimson stain on her white gi as Vanessa withdraws her blade from Deirdra’s flesh, the red head’s body serving as a reluctant sheath. But as quickly as the thoughts entered her mind, they also were dismissed. If I am to die tonight, then it will be in the moment rather then in the planning! Deirdra lunges forward again, swinging her sword in an arching downward slash towards her adversary’s shoulder.
Vanessa watches her opposite as she seems to hesitate in thought for a second, but before she is able to take advantage of the moment, she sees the red head’s quick movements and instinctively brings her blade up to meet her opponent’s with a loud clang. Vanessa pushes up on her blade to throw Deirdra’s balance and quickly retaliates by arching her blade between them and catching her enemy just below her breast on her left side with the tip of her katana. Vanessa twirls away from the exchange and back towards where her scabbard is sticking out of the sand.
Thinking she had the Cherokee tease caught off guard, Deirdra is surprised when she feels the cold steel slice through her gi and into her flesh. The blade bounces off her ribs as she stumbles forward. Her legs go weak and she falls to her knees in the sand. She groans weakly as she pushes herself up, one hand holding her katana, the other resting against her side, pressing the fresh wound. A crimson stain grows quickly on her white gi. Deirdra’s eyes flutter as she tries to focus on her opponent. She quickly dashes forward again, attempting to slash at Vanessa’s side.
Vanessa senses that Deirdra has been weakened from the last attack and seems to be lacking her previous focus. She easily notices the red head’s next move and steps into it so that the blade is behind her and Deirdra’s hand is all that hits her ribs. With a twist of her wrist, she slides her own katana across Deirdra’s right thigh, as her off hand slips under the red head’s sword arm and Vanessa turns her body to hip-toss the pale girl do the sand.
“You look a little tired, hon. Want to take a five minute break?” Vanessa taunts her adversary with a catty tone in her voice as she steps back to her scabbard and yanks it out of the sand.
Deirdra cries out in pain as she feels the stinging slice in her thigh. A bloodstain slowly starts to spread on her white gi pants. The next thing she knows, she is tossed to the ground and collides onto her wounded ribs, rolling in the sand and moaning in agony. The band holding her hair into a ponytail snaps, allowing her hair to become a fiery halo around her head when she finally comes to a rest, her katana barely grasped in her slender hand. Lying on her back she pants for air as she stares up at the evening sky. Perhaps this was fated for me to fall on this beach.
Vanessa slowly walks towards her proned adversary, stalking her, watching her breathing, waiting for her to get up. Knowing the red head is badly weakened, she simply bides her time until she can get that perfect opportunity to take the pretty little head. Sand falls from Vanessa’s still exposed, pantyhose-clad crotch with each slow and calculated step she takes. She approaches her prey with her scabbard in front of her and her katana trailing behind her, ready for that final, fatal strike.
Deirdra tries to push herself up, but only manages to get up on one side and then fall forward again. She lays on her stomach now, her hair still splayed out, leaving her neck bare and enticing Vanessa to finish off the woman and take her head. Gasping in pain, Deirdra tries to grip her katana tighter. The pain wracks her body, causing her eyes to flutter close as she begins to give in to it. I was out classed…and it appears that on this lonely beach…Vanessa is the greater warrior.
Vanessa stops in her tracks as she sees her quarry stir for a second. She smiles as she notices the red head fall to her side and her slender neck becomes exposed. I guess I’ll be dancing and drinking sooner then I thought! Vanessa takes the last few quick steps as her blade is set in motion to take the pretty head with the red locks.
Deirdra surrenders to the impending doom, her green eyes watching Vanessa’s movements…as if in slow motion. The brunette’s blade drags through the sand and with an upward swipe, slices through Deirdra’s neck. But none of this has happened yet! She’s still coming. I’m not…I’m not done yet! This fight is not over! Gathering her last vestiges of strength, Deirdra quickly rolls forward towards her opponent and thrusting her silvery blade forward, its razor sharp point aimed for Vanessa’s tight navel.
Oh shit! Having thought her opponent was completely spent, Vanessa is unprepared for the sudden attack. She catches a gleam of moonlight on Deirdra’s blade a second before it hits its mark. She feels the cold steel perforate her washboard stomach just above her shallow belly button, as it separates skin and muscle. Vanessa’s own katana digs deep into the sand as she swipes it forward and she loses her grip on the handle. The cruel blade tears through internals and then scrapes past her spine before ripping out her back. The red head’s shoulder is planted between Vanessa’s firm breasts, causing them to slip out of the top of her corset. The brunette’s long, pantyhose-clad legs go weak and she leans into Deirdra, all her weight pushing into her.
The weight of her opponent pushes Deirdra down to her knees. She turns her bloodied cheek and softly kisses Vanessa’s soft, pouting lips.
“You were a worthy enemy, Vanessa, but the wound I have given you is mortal. Do you have any last requests, Vanessa?” Deirdra allows her fallen adversary to rest against her for now, enjoying the intimate moment with her slain enemy. Perhaps it is the victory, or the adrenaline, but she feels her strength gradually return.
With her katana stuck in the sand behind her and very little strength left, she clumsily brushes the sand from her pantyhosed sex mound and then tugs the hem of her micro-mini skirt back down the best she can.
“Y…yeah…cough…p..put…my s..s.sandals…cough…back on m..me before I d..d.die!”
“I will.” Deirdra quietly responds and then quickly steps back, her blade sliding from Vanessa’s body. Carrying her katana still, she walks over to retrieve the brunette’s sandals. Feeling the burning sting of her own wounds, Deirdra starts to limp, but ignores the pain in her thigh as she rides the aphrodisiac of winning the battle.
I will end your pain quickly, Vanessa.” The red head sticks her blade into the sand, grasps one of the Cherokee’s nylon-clad feet, and slips the sandal onto it. Despite the pain in her tummy, Vanessa manages a pleasured moan as her killer handles her nyloned foot. As Deirdra lifts the size six, hosed foot, she notices Vanessa’s toes are perfectly pedicured and there is a sweet scent of perfume rising from the silky appendage. The brunette holds her wounded gut with her off hand as her other hand reaches under her micro-mini and starts to tease her clit through the sheer nylon.
“Th..than…nk y..you!” Vanessa stammers with her words as her body is wracked with pain.
Deirdra finishes buckling the tiny ankle strap and gently set the foot down to pick up the other one. She cradles the petite appendage and fondles it softly before slipping the sandal on that one. Fastening the buckle on that one, she carefully sets the foot back down.
“Shhh…It will be over soon.” Deirdra leans in to kiss Vanessa’s temple as she brushes the long, black locks aside. She stands up, pulls her katana from the sand and raises it above her head for the final cut. “In your death, I will take your weapon and use it in your honor.”
With the last ounce of her strength, Vanessa rolls to her stomach and manages to push herself up into a kneeling position. Bowing forward and making sure her hair is pulled up and out of the way, she returns to fingering herself through her seamless pantyhose. Deirdra brings her blade down in a high and quick arc, the metal gleaming in the moonlight before it slashes through the delicate neck and cleaving off Vanessa’s head in one swift, clean slice. Deirdra sighs sadly as her weapon does its work quickly, severing the brunette’s pretty head from her beautiful, pantyhose-clad body.
Vanessa’s pantyhose-clad thighs squeeze together, trapping her hand against her nyloned pussy, and her torso attempts to shoot up as a crimson geyser jets from her severed neck. Her head rolls forward into the sand, coming to a rest about three feet away. Her body topples over and starts to convulse as the beach soaks in the blood spurting from her headless, pantyhose-clad body.
Deirdra makes her way over to Vanessa’s head and sighs softly as she picks up the brunette’s head. Almost reverently, she looks into the almost black eyes of the Cherokee girls beautiful face, then, slowly, presses her lips against Vanessa’s, giving her one last kiss to send her off into the great beyond. I hope…should I fall…my killer is as generous. She then turns Vanessa’s head to face her convulsing headless, pantyhose-clad body. I hope she enjoys this as much I am!
Slightly dizzy from the tumble, Vanessa’s eyes shift as she tries to focus. Finally, her vision clears and she can see her own headless, pantyhose-clad body convulsing on the sand with her hand still at her crotch. In her mind, she thinks she smiles and giggles as she wonders if she orgasmed, but her facial expression does not change at all. The muscles in her athletic, pantyhose-clad legs continue to twitch and spasm and her perfectly pedicured toes wiggle and curl in the nylon. Her nipples erect on the top of her firm, bouncing breasts, the corset now completely under those fleshy orbs.
Deirdra smiles as she somewhat enjoys the show, but also feeling some remorse. Too bad I had to destroy such a beautiful being. She sighs as she lets the body continue its death thralls. She sets Vanessa’s head where she’ll be able to watch her own body until she loses consciousness. Then she walks over to retrieve Vanessa’s katana and scabbard, cleaning the blade before sheathing it and placing it into her belt. She returns just as Vanessa’s vision starts to fade.
The headless, pantyhose-clad body’s wild convulsions are soon replaced with the occasional twitching and spasms. The geyser also slows, now only a few squirts before turning into a trickle. All the convulsing had caused the keys to Vanessa’s Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4 to fall from the waistband of her lycra micro-mini skirt and plop into the sand. Deirdra smiles as she approaches and sees the keys.
“I don’t think you will mind…do you, Vanessa?” She asks rhetorically to the headless, pantyhose-clad body as she picks up the keys. Next, she takes Vanessa’s head by a fist-full of hair and then wraps her slender, pale fingers around each of Vanessa’s delicate, nyloned ankles and drags her through the sand, towards the parked car. Vanessa’s long, pantyhosed legs spread and her hand falls away, followed by a release of her bladder. Hot, golden liquid sprays from her nyloned slit and all over her silky, pantyhose-clad thighs. Deirdra drops Vanessa’s feet into the sand once she reaches the car. Disarming the alarm and unlocking the trunk, she lifts the athletic, headless body to set it into the trunk space. Finding it to be a tight fit with the expensive sound system taking up most of the space, she has to bend and fold the long, pantyhosed legs so the body will fit. Then she sets Vanessa’s head atop the athletic, nyloned legs. In the morning, I will take Vanessa’s body and head to the arena to set it on display in the pit. For now, I believe I must tend to my wounds and rest. Sighing softly, Deirdra unlocks the car and gets into the driver’s seat. She starts the engine and adjusts the mirrors before shifting into gear and driving off into the moonlit night.