Tom Michaels and Julie Champlain Michaels, met and became engaged in Europe. The wedding took place less that a month after getting back to the USA, and a very hectic month it was. In consequence, neither knew much about the others family.

Julie knew that Tom's mother, Shirley Michaels, owned a group of Funeral homes, a family business she and her husband had started and that she'd continued successfully after his death. Tom had two sisters and a brother, all younger.

Tom knew that Julie's mother, Roberta Champlain Stodard, was the Chairperson of the Board of Champlain Industries, a large regional manufacturer that was a family business, started by Roberta's great grandfather and great grandmother, and handed down thru the daughters ever since. Julie had two sisters and two brothers, all younger.

One night a couple of weeks after the wedding, Tom and Julie were in bed watching TV. A talk show was on and the subject was truthfulness in marriage. After it went off Tom looked nervous. After a short time he turned to Julie.

"Uh, in keeping with the theme of that show, there's something I think you should know about my mother, and actually about my whole family, something I've been meaning to tell you for a while. You see, uh, um, it's not unusual for us to settle our differences physically." He sat looking at her, waiting for a response.

"What do you mean physically, like a fight?"

"Not like a fight. A fight!"

"You mean if someone doesn't agree with something you say, they might attack you?"

"No, no, nothing like that. But if an issue has no clear right and wrong, and a decision can't be made, sometimes a challenge might be issued. Or if it's a personal problem, someone sleeping with some else's spouse or something like that. Well, lets just say we're not adverse to physical confrontation."

"In other words, your family likes to fight!"

"Well... yes."

"Am I included in this now?"

"Well, yes... but it shouldn't affect you. It normally only affects the heads of the family. My brother isn't married, so unless you do something to cause one of my sisters to challenge you, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Does this ever go outside the family?"

"Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, that's how it started. See back in the seventies, Mom and Dad only had one funeral home. They were very successful, Dad was the mortician and Mom ran the business. They had decided to expand and were looking around for another funeral home to buy. Something close enough that they could oversee the operation, but far enough away that it would not compete with their current business. Well they found what they wanted in Collinsville, about thirty miles away. They knew the people who owned the home they wanted to buy, another couple about mom and dad's ages, Margaret and Fred Williamson. The Williamson's had run the place into the ground. When mom and dad approached them on buying them out, they made a counter offer. They wanted mom and dad to buy half, and help them renovate, but leave them in charge. Well as you can imagine, the negotiations didn't go well and the two couples were getting quite upset about the whole thing. Finally at a business dinner one night, Maggie said something like `for two cents I'd beat the shit out of you Shirley and forget the whole thing!'

Mom said that was fine with her. After some haggling they decided to fight for it. If Mom won, Maggie and Fred would sell out. At a reasonable price by the way, less than they wanted, but more than it was worth. If, on the other hand, Maggie won, Mom and Dad would get half the business, for half the agreed price, and let Maggie and Fred continue to run the place. It was both women's first fight. After a rather vicious battle, Mom won. And on top of that, she liked it. Liked it a lot. So she's been fighting ever since. She and Dad passed it down to us kids, she kept it going even after Dad died."

Julie was trying to hold it back, but soon she was laughing like a hyena, rolling around on the bed and holding her sides. Tom didn't know what to make of her reaction, then after a while he began to get angry. He thought she was laughing at him and his family. When Julie realized he was getting mad she controlled herself.

"You won't believe how relieved I am to hear about this Tom!"

"WHAT? Why?"

"Because, my Mom is exactly the same. As a matter of fact, my whole family is. You know my Mom's family has owned Champlain Industries for a long time. Well about twenty years ago, Mom was the President and Dad was VP of Sales. She found out that when Dad went on out of town sales trips, he took his `Secretary' with him. On his last trip, Mom followed them and caught them in bed. Mom and the secretary had a huge fight, which Mom ended up winning. She fired Dad on the spot and began divorce proceedings the next day. He got nothing. Even the secretary left him when she found out he was getting nothing. Anyway, like your Mom, she liked it. Mom has been fighting ever since. And also like your mother, she has passed it down to us kids. I think she figures it makes us tougher or something. I've been trying to find a good time to tell you about this since we got married."

Over the next year, the two families meet and got to know each other. The kids all got along surprisingly well, and it looked like one or more other romances might spring up between the two sets. However, the two Matriarchs didn't get along quite so well. Each woman was, hmmm, how would you say.... inflexible, in dealing with others. That is, each was used to being the top bitch. Neither had problems dealing with subordinates, or equals who were clients or suppliers, but neither had a superior, hadn't had one for quite some time and didn't want one now. As the two families intermixed it became apparent that only one could be the top dog.

With the fighting tradition of both families, the method of determining who would be top bitch was never in doubt. It was just that both women knew that a fight between them could very easily cause the demise of Julie and Tom's marriage and the breaking apart of what was becoming the combined family. So they let it ride for a while. Quite a while actually. Three years to be exact. Then Julie got pregnant. The first grand child. That cut it. The two Matriarchs had been arguing more and more, as the pregnancy progressed and finally it came to a head a month after the baby was born. It was girl. That actually was the problem. If it had been a boy, the Michaels would have claimed it, the Champlain's would have let them and everything would have been fine. But it was a girl. The oldest daughter, of the oldest daughter. She would be a Champlain and that was that. But Mother Michaels had other ideas. She too wanted to begin a tradition of matrilineal decent, so she needed the girl. Neither Matriarch would concede. Their arguments became quite heated. Finally a challenge was issued and accepted. They would fight for supremacy within the combined family.

Everyone knew that because of the age and experience of both women, the chance of one of them getting seriously injured, or worse, was very high, so arrangements were made with their personal doctors, as well as legal and personal contracts for both families, businesses, and some special consequences for the losing woman.

Shirley and Roberta were both big woman. They're both 5'9", and heavy, Shirley going about 185 lbs or so and Roberta about 190 lbs, and they both had huge breasts. Shirley was measured at 55H-30-38 with a well developed and strong upper body, while Roberta was 60J-32-42 with massive thighs and calves. Roberta was a blond while Shirley had let her once brown hair go a silvery-grey. For their ages, Shirley was 50 and Roberta was 49, both women were in fairly good shape, exercising several times a week.

Neither had any formal combat training, but for the last 20 or so years, each had fought 3 or 4 times a year. They fought because they liked it, physically, emotionally and sexually. Mostly they liked it sexually. Both women were bi-sexuals and the feelings they got when taking a woman they had beaten were incredible. Each had sexual partners of both sexes that they enjoyed regular sex with, but on occasion they craved nail to nipple bitch action, so they fought. Both won more often than they lost, but each had lost a few times over the years.

The fight would take place at Tom and Julie's house. They had a beautiful home with a walk-in basement that had been set up as a gym, complete with a full sized boxing ring. The women would fight with no referee, as there were no rules. The fight would continue till one woman verbally capitulated. The loser had to verbally give up. The winner would then fuck the loser and the fight would be over. Considering the two woman involved, it was likely that winner would, at this point, force the loser to be her sex slave for some period of time.

The extended family meet mid-morning on a Saturday. The women entered the ring wearing only thong panties and demi-cup bras. The bras were monumental feats of engineering, leaving the tops of the breasts exposed almost down to the aureola but supporting the bottoms with stays and underwire. They stood at opposite corners as Tom moved to the center of the ring.

"Greetings everyone. We all know why we're here. Our two families are intertwining, becoming one extended family. Each family has a matriarch. The one extended family can only have one matriarch. Shirley and Roberta will decide the issue in the manner which they prefer, sexual combat. They will fight till one fighter gives up. The winner will then take her victory fuck. No interference from outside the ring will be tolerated unless a life is in danger. Good luck ladies, may the better woman win."

Tom exited the ring. When he got to his position he rang the ring bell and the women left their corners. There was no verbal sparing, no circling to get a better angle of attack. No long range sniping with slaps or punches. The two women went directly at each other and slammed together. Their hands locked up and their massive mammeries rammed into each other. Neither woman had ever fought a woman who was even close to her breast size never mind one who was as big or bigger. The amount of breast meat compressed between the two vixens was monumental. Their breasts pushed and squeezed into each other, mushrooming out to the sides. When their arms sawed the air and came down at their sides, each had to be careful not to pinch tit flesh between arm and body.

The two pushed and pulled each other around the ring. They would separate slightly, hands still locked, then crash together breast to breast with a mighty "splat" of tit flesh. They rubbed and ground their breasts into one another, each trying to flatten the other, crush her tits into her chest.

Shirley began swiveling her upper body one way then the other, punching in with her breasts. Though smaller in cup size, Shirley's breasts were just as full as Roberta's and a little firmer. Roberta pushed Shirley back then pulled with their still locked hands and the two women again slammed together. They boxed with their breasts for a moment then separated only to smash together again.

Each wrapped her arms around her opponent and squeezed. They were tossing each other around the ring, squeezing for all they were worth. Tit meat pushed out in all directions as the two sets of huge melons flattened each other. This went on for quite a while with both doing damage to the other but neither gaining an advantage. Shirley bent her head way down and buried her mouth in the top of Roberta's right breast. She sucked in as much meat as she could then bit down. Roberta's scream echoed off the walls till she duplicated the move and filled her own mouth with tit flesh. The next lurch into the ropes broke the double bite.

Finally as they were rebounding from the ropes, Shirley was able to maneuver herself to get her huge mounds under Roberta's and push up. Shirley drove up with her legs and Roberta howled as her tits were stretched up toward her face. Shirley rubbed her tits back and forth under Roberta's cones and bounced her up and down. Roberta wailed and pushed against Shirley's shoulders till the two fell apart.

They were both up immediately and began circling. This time their hands filled with hair and the two swirled around the ring yanking on each others hair and again slamming their tits together. Shirley rubbed her tits back and forth, grinding against Roberta's mounds and Roberta pushed back. Shirley pulled one hand from Roberta's hair and slammed the heel of her hand up into the bottom on Roberta's left breast. Again, then a third time, Shirley pounded up into the huge mammery. Roberta responded with a slap to Shirley's face and a forearm blow to her chest. Shirley stumbled back and Roberta nailed her with another vicious slap to the face sending her stumbling and spinning to the side.

This time when they came at each other, a flurry of hands ended with Shirley having a firm grip on the top of the cups of Roberta's bra. Yanking and pulling, Shirley slung Roberta across the ring and ripped the cups open, spilling Roberta's luscious monsters. Roberta spun around and hit the turnbuckle tits first, howling. Shirley was right behind her and splashed into Roberta, slamming her into the corner even more. Roberta's mammoth melons were painfully jammed into the corner and the sides were burned by the ring ropes. Shirley leaned back, holding the ropes then pulled sharply to pound her body into Roberta's back, again slamming her into the turnbuckles. Shirley slammed her knee into Roberta's ass twice then splashed her again. She grabbed Roberta's shoulders and rubbed her back and fourth in the corner, painfully burning Roberta's tits on the ring ropes. Finally Roberta slammed back with her ass, hitting Shirley in the mid-section. Shirley stepped back to catch her breath and Roberta staggered away from the corner.

Shirley grabbed Roberta by an arm, spun her around and flung her into the ropes. As Roberta rebounded from the ropes, Shirley clotheslined her straight across the tits. Roberta's feet swung up from under her and she slammed down into the mat. Immediately, she rolled away clutching her back. Shirley kicked into Roberta's chest, connecting with her bodacious boobs 4 or 5 times before Roberta was able to roll over to the ropes and pull herself to her feet. Shirley backed away and the two stood and panted for 20 or 30 seconds.

They circled and came in. Hands went to hair again and again they pulled each other around the ring, slamming their breasts together, rubbing and grinding into each other. Roberta's now exposed nipples were taking a real beating from the still bra enclosed tits of Shirley. Shirley pushed, pounded, pummeled and pressed her boobs into Roberta. Roberta tried to fight back, but her tits were turning a bright red and bruises were beginning to appear.

A groan escaped from Roberta's lips, Shirley knew she was winning. Time to step it up. Shirley pushed Roberta into a corner and fired a left, right combo into Roberta's 8" areola, crushing her cigarbutt-size nipples. Roberta screamed and sagged back into the corner, arms hung on the top rope. Shirley pummeled Roberta's big tits with punch after punch, uppercutting into the bottoms, straight punches into the nipples and two handed smashes down onto the tops. Shirley grabbed Roberta's right breast, squeezed it to stretch the skin, then fired 5 or 6 punches into the breast till the skin split in a pressure cut.

In pain and desperation, Roberta lunged from the corner to tackle Shirley. but instead ran into a hard driven knee to the left breast. As Roberta hit the mat a kick followed into the same breast. Roberta managed to regain her feet and scramble away. She tried to get some distance, but Shirley stayed with her and the two grappled in another corner. Shirley slapped Roberta's face 3 times but Roberta returned the favor twice. Then Roberta managed to block the next slap and connected with an uppercut to Shirley's left tit that slammed it right out of the cup and into Shirley's face. Shirley staggered back, but Roberta had to rest before following up. Shirley was able to stuff the magnificent mammery back into the cup, before Roberta came out of the corner.

The two began slapping and punching, exchanging blows like prizefighters. Fists connected with face, tit, belly and ribs. Soon the two were staggering around the ring. A particularly well placed punch connected with Roberta's already abused left nipple, bringing a scream and driving her back to the ropes. Shirley latched her hands onto the outside of Roberta's soft jugs and pulled to the outside. The breasts stretched painfully then Shirley slammed them together, driving her fingers deep into the tit flesh and twisted. Roberta howled and staggered back, driven by Shirley's fists buried deep inside Roberta's flesh. Shirley opened her fists and dug in with her nails, adding punctures and scratches to the bruises already on Roberta's tits. Shirley twisted her hands inside Roberta's tits, slicing open the tit flesh with her nails and compressing the breasts together.

Pain shot through Roberta's huge mounds and she screamed again. She grabbed Shirley's wrists, but couldn't get them out of her tits. Roberta howled as a fresh wave of pain rolled across her boobs. She punched into Shirley's face and connected twice before Shirley could bury her face in Roberta's tits. Shirley sucked and bit at Roberta's mounds while protecting her face. Unable to get at her face, Roberta pounded down on Shirley's neck and back. That seemed to hurt Roberta almost as much as it did Shirley, forcing Shirley's head and face deep into Roberta's breast flesh. Roberta pulled on her hair, pushed her shoulders, reached under and scratched at her tits, anything to get Shirley's nails out of her flesh.

Suddenly, Roberta grabbed the top ropes and swung her legs up and wrapped them around Shirley's waist. Like a boa constrictor wrapping around it’s prey, Roberta squeezed with all her might. Shirley bellowed, released Roberta's tits and beat and pushed at Roberta's mighty legs. Roberta was squeezing so hard her entire body trembled.

"How do you like that cunt? Like to scratch tits do you? I'll fucking break you in half!"

"Oh GODDDD! My ribs... please my ribs are breaking... stop please, you'll kill me, OH GOD! STOP! STOP! STOP!"

"You want to quit cunt? Uh... want to give?"

"NO... NO... I won't quit. OH SHIT. YOU'RE BREAKING MY RIBS!!!"

Roberta rolled her hips back and forth increasing the pressure on Shirley's mid-section. Shirley screamed. With her hands on Roberta's mighty thighs Shirley tried to push out of the crushing grip but she couldn't get a good angle. Suddenly her hands came up, her fingers curled into talons and she raked at Roberta's eyes with her nails. Shirley's nails imbedded themselves in Roberta's face and raked long bloody gouges on her forehead and cheeks. Roberta released the ring ropes and grabbed Shirley's wrists. The two smashed to the canvas, but Roberta kept her scissors in place, though the pressure lessened enough for Shirley to take a ragged and shallow breath. Roberta got Shirley's hands away from her face and the two struggled on the mats. Shirley pulled and managed to free her hands but couldn't get her nails into those mocking eyes.

"How much more you think you can stand bitch before my pythons snap your ribs. Come on cunt, give it up and I won't kill you. Give it up!"

"NO. No... no... I won't quit. You can't keep this up much longer. I can take it. YEEEOWWWW!"

Roberta bore down and increased the pressure to bring on the last howl. Now the two women were on the canvas leaning back away from each other, Roberta squeezing for all she was worth and Shirley pounding and scratching at Roberta's massive thighs. Shirley's attacks were getting weaker and weaker, as the pain took its toll on her reserves. Her head was lolled back and her eyes began to roll up into her head, when suddenly her hands shot to the V of Roberta's legs. Shirley's thumbs penetrated Roberta's pussy, giving her a solid grip on Roberta's love canal, and yanked to the sides, virtually splitting Roberta's cunt. Shirley's thumbnails dug into the flesh on the inside of Roberta's tender vagina and instantly drew blood. Shirley pulled and stretched, trying to rip Roberta wide open.

Roberta couldn't even breath, much less scream. Her mouth went from a sneer to open mouthed terror in a flash. Her legs sprang open and she immediately tried to back away from the hands destroying her prized womanhood. Shirley released her grip, and quickly closed her fingers around Roberta's huge, thick growth of blond pubic hair and she ripped out a double handful as Roberta scrambled away... Shirley let her.

Roberta crawled away, mewing and crying, rubbing at her crotch. She was bleeding from both the thumb nails penetrating the insides of her vagina and the hair ripped away on the outside. After a few seconds she struggled to her feet.

Shirley wrapped her arms around her stomach and breathed deeply. Nothing was broken and she quickly rose to her feet, moving around to loosen up.

The two women glared at each other. Slowly they began to circle, then almost simultaneously launched themselves. They crashed together in the middle of the ring and again their breasts slammed together painfully. They wrapped each other in a bearhug and ground their breasts together. Roberta had forgotten that her huge nipples were exposed and vulnerable to Shirley. Shirley rubbed and ground her vesuvian mounds into Roberta. After several minutes of this, Roberta was crying and moaning. She'd given up her bearhug and was pushing on Shirley to disengage, with no success. Shirley slid her hands down slightly and maneuvered her breasts below Roberta's. With a shout, Shirley tightened her hold into the small of Roberta's back and pushed her breasts up into Roberta's. Shirley actually lifted Roberta off the ground and bounced her. Shirley squeezed, and the air rushed out of Roberta and her spine felt like it was going to break.

"Try to break my ribs, uh cunt? How do you like being squeezed! I may squeeze you to death. Give it up bitch!"

"No... no... never... I'll never give upppp. uhhhh! OH GOD MY BACK!"

Shirley bounced her some more then felt a sharp jab in her right breast. She bounced Roberta once more and dropped her to the floor. Looking down, she realized what had caused the pain in her breast was the remains of Roberta's bra poking into her. With a smile, Shirley ripped the bra away from Roberta's body and bent the underwires of the cup till one was pointed out alone. She knelt beside the sobbing Roberta and pushed her over to her back.

"Ready to quit cunt?"

"No... never."

"Never is such a long time!"

With that, Shirley put the wire on Roberta's nipple and pushed it straight in. An inch of the bra wire disappeared inside Roberta's breast, piercing the big nipple, Roberta screamed. Shirley swirled it around and pulled it out. Quickly she jammed it into the breast again from the bottom, putting it all the way through the tit till it stuck out the top. Roberta looked down in horror at the wire sticking out the top of her boob, crying and sobbing, begging Shirley to stop. Shirley pulled it out and quickly jammed it through the other breast from the bottom. Shirley pulled the wire out and let Roberta flop to the mats.

"Ready to quit?" When she got no response, Shirley kicked into Roberta's side.

"WELL? Quit you slut!"

Roberta didn't answer, but instead rolled onto her side and kissed Shirley's foot. Shirley stood over the woman and beamed, accepting the act as a surrender. She pushed Roberta onto her back and got between her legs. Shirley moved forward and began rubbing her thick gray bush into Roberta's. Roberta just laid back unresisting, then suddenly tensed up.

"What the hell is THAT?" Roberta screamed.

Smiling down Shirley continued to pump into Roberta's crotch. "That's my clit, slut! That's the clit of a real woman. Fully aroused, it's about 9" long and over an inch thick, as you'll soon feel."

Shirley pumped into Roberta like a man. Shirley's clit was bigger than most mens penis, but Roberta had no trouble handling it, but some how it was more humiliating than being fucked by a man. Shirley pumped into her till she felt her orgasm rising, then pulled out and jammed her clit into Roberta's clit over and over. The sudden pain shocked Roberta and she cried out. Her once impressive 4" clit was no match for Shirley's 9" monster clit, she was devastated. That sent Shirley over the edge. She slammed her clit back inside Roberta and left it there as Shirley quaked and trembled in the throes of her orgasm. After she was done, Shirley began edging up Roberta's body. When her huge clit was near Roberta's face she grabbed the beaten woman's hair.

"OK slut. Clean me off. Then you can suck my clit till I cum again."

Shirley jammed most of her clit into Roberta's mouth and pumped a little to give her the idea. Roberta sucked like she had a Popsicle in her mouth. She sucked long and hard, and in very short order, Shirley was oh'ing and ah'ing and getting ready to cum. Roberta suddenly stopped sucking and took her mouth off Shirley's clit.

"You know, I never did give up!"

Shirley realized what Roberta was saying, as Roberta's mouth slid back over her clit. Shirley grabbed Roberta's hair to pull her off, but felt the teeth sink into her clit. She ripped at Roberta's hair as she feel back to the mats screaming. Shirley could FEEL Roberta chewing on her clit.

"OH GOD... MY CLIT, STOP, STOP!! OH GOD NO NO NO NO... PLEASE STOP!! I QUIT!! I QUIT!! YOU WIN!!! YOU WIN!!! STOP STOP STOP!!!!"

Roberta gave a few hard bites, than let the clit slid from her mouth. She looked at the family.

"You heard? You all heard? She gives and I win! Now I get MY victory fuck!" Shirley whimpered in submission. She knew she'd never be top bitch in this family again, but there were always people to fight, in and out of the family. She could live with that, and her new role as Roberta's personal sex slave.