Mallika and Amisha are standing at opposite ends of a thick Persian carpet in the middle of the living room of a luxury apartment. The room is almost completely silent except for the sound of crickets drifting in from the night sky. Each woman is sizing up the other before the contest, checking her out from head to toe, looking for her strengths and weaknesses which isn't too difficult since the skimpy bikinis they're wearing for their contest - white for Mallika, black for Amisha - leave little to the imagination. The rules of the bout are simple; a scissors only match - each trying to work the other with her legs until one of them verbally submits. After the verbal submission, the loser will be required to pleasure the winner.
Maintaining eye contact, Mallika and Amisha begin to inch closer together, anticipating the impending contest. Their semi-naked bodies seem to radiate their mutual enthusiasm as the space between them grows progressively narrower. The hard expressions on their faces are mingled with excitement at the prospect of forcing the other into submission, both physically and then sexually. The air around them seems to vibrate with increasing intensity as they ready themselves. For a few more tense seconds there is almost complete silence, which Amisha opts to break with a verbal challenge; her eyes seeming to bore straight into Mallika's, signaling the contest to begin.
"Let's do it, whore!" Amisha yells as she lunges at Mallika with startling suddenness.
Arms outstretched, she makes a grab for Mallika's upper arms as she locks her leg between Mallika's, seeking to trip her. As quickly as Amisha moved in, Mallika kicks Amisha's leg away, shakes her arms loose and backs off a couple steps. Eyes fixed on her opponent, Mallika circles carefully, her feet padding softly on the thick carpet, watching for any sudden movement as Amisha responds meeting Mallika's piercing stare with her own baleful glare. Sensing no impending rush, Mallika takes the offense, launching herself at Amisha and making an attempt to wrap her arm around her taller opponent's throat so she can take her down. Amisha twists away at the last instant, slapping Mallika's bare stomach for good measure.
Amisha and Mallika return to their quiet circling as a pall sets around them. The air seems to grow thicker with the tension they generate as, slowly, they close the distance between them. Both women are still at their peak of energy, and one of them will have to be weakened first in the next few minutes. As they close the distance between each other, Amisha makes another play for Mallika, reaching for her hair. Curling her fingers round Mallika's tresses, Amisha tries flipping her to the carpet; Mallika reaches up to grab Amisha's hair before the taller brunette can set her up, flipping Amisha head over heels with her as she goes down. Both ladies crash land in a tangle of arms and legs, scrambling to their feet before either one can ensnare the other between her eager limbs. Regaining their footing, they circle warily.
Amisha grabs for Mallika's hair again, but Mallika is quicker and manages to wrap her fingers in Amisha's tresses, yanking her head down. Mallika falls back on the carpet, plants her heels in Amisha's gut and sends her flying over her curvy frame; crashing to the carpet over her head. The agile Amisha rolls and scrambles to her feet before Mallika can follow-up her attack. Hauling Mallika up by her tresses, Amisha deftly flips her to the floor again. Mallika's back and butt hit the floor hard enough to send her defensively into a sitting position. Sensing Amisha moving behind her to apply the first scissors of the match, Mallika tumbles forward before Amisha has a chance to initiate her hold.
Bouncing to her feet, Mallika sees Amisha do likewise and she tackles her, wriggling around behind Amisha as they wrestle on the floor, then snaking her legs around Amisha's waist from behind, locking ankles and squeezing. Amisha gasps as Mallika crosses her ankles, leans back on her hands and stretches her legs, arching her back and lifting her ass off the carpet to apply maximum pressure; clenching her teeth at the strain of maintaining her scissors.
Grunting from the tight compression of her waist, Amisha torque's her upper body to the left, reaching behind to grab Mallika's throat. Mallika responds by kicking her scissors tighter on Amisha's midriff, prompting a louder grunt from the trapped woman. Moving as much as her opponent's grasp permits, Amisha twists left, right, then left again; straining against the crushing legs pressuring her ribcage. Grabbing Mallika's thighs, Amisha slides her hands under them, digging her fingernails into the back of Mallika's thighs, forcing her to ease the scissors just enough for her to wriggle free.
As Mallika is slowly rising to her knees, Amisha charges, slamming her to the carpet and falling beside her. Amisha crosses her legs across Mallika's midriff from the left as she faces her, then applies fierce pressure; chuckling at the sound of Mallika's gasps and groans as her muscular thighs compress Mallika's lower stomach and small of her back. Making an effort to buck free of the crushing submission hold, Mallika winces when Amisha tightens her legs, thigh muscles bulging as she strains to flatten Mallika's hourglass figure. In pain, but still undaunted, Mallika tries kicking her way out again, inviting Amisha to squeeze harder still, increasing the pressure each time Mallika's legs flail in the air. Letting loose with a guttural groan, Mallika raises her arms and brings both elbows down on Amisha's left thigh. The pain of the impact forces Amisha's scissors to spring open.
Rolling away massaging her stomach as Amisha rubs her thigh, Mallika returns Amisha's glare as they crawl on hands and knees toward one another seeking an opening. Both women lunge when they're close enough, and Mallika grunts aloud as their bodies slam together; firm young breasts mushrooming as they tumble to the carpet where they roll around fighting for an advantageous position until Mallika manages to break free and hurl Amisha to the floor. Slipping quickly behind her, extending her legs, Mallika forms her legs in a figure four around Amisha's neck. Before she can secure the hold, however, Amisha powers Mallika's legs, pummeling them with her fists. Spinning around, Amisha flings herself on Mallika, knocking her to the carpet and landing on her upper chest. Before Mallika can stop her, Amisha sits up and wraps her legs around Mallika's neck, pulling her chin into her crotch.
Mallika gasps for air as Amisha cinches the scissors tight, nearly crushing her windpipe. The actress claws Amisha's thighs fighting to ease the pressure but Amisha captures her wrists, pulling her hands away. Thrashing her legs, Amisha tightens her neck scissors as Mallika bucks and squirms, desperate to unseat her. Amisha bears down on Mallika's neck with all her weight, slowly constricting her scissors until Mallika is forced to bite her thigh in a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable blackout. Cursing from the pain, Amisha releases her neck scissors, again batting away an attempt by Mallika to trap her in a leglock as the woman attempts to scissor her neck from behind.
An instant later, Mallika again gasps for breath when Amisha's legs find their way around Mallika's midriff, higher up this time. Grunting, Mallika struggles like a wildcat to extricate herself, eventually squirming free as she forces the scissors to open by grasping the muscles in back of Amisha's legs as her taller opponent had done earlier. Immediately retaliating by grabbing Amisha and throwing her face down on the carpet, Mallika wraps her shapely legs around Amisha from the right side, facing the back of Amisha's head as she stretches her legs and tightens the scissors with brutal strength. Groaning, Amisha pushes up on her hands, arching her back to relieve the pressure. Mallika just squeezes harder, pulsing her thighs and snapping her legs with sudden, vicious jerks to Amisha's midriff, pouring the pressure onto the taller woman's body as Amisha writhes with increasing fervor.
After a time, Mallika releases the scissors and prepares to apply another but Amisha immediately attacks as she wraps her legs around Mallika's throat, after knocking Mallika onto her back, forcing the shorter actress to gag as Amisha's ankles cross one over the other and her legs compress Mallika's windpipe. Clawing and scratching at Amisha's thighs as she gags from the extreme compression, Mallika tries to bite the leg across her throat but Amisha grabs Mallika's hair, pulling her head back as she redoubles her effort to strangle the fight out of Mallika with her strong, sexy legs. Mallika makes another attempt to bite as soon as Amisha releases her hair to concentrate on choking her - and this time her teeth find soft flesh!
Amisha cries out sharply as Mallika's teeth sink into her skin, instinctively uncoiling the scissors. Fighting to clear her head, Mallika crawls on top of Amisha facing her feet as she applies a reverse neck scissors - retaliation for the leglock Amisha had on her a few moments ago. Sputtering from the powerful compression as Mallika's ass and thigh muscles work to strangle her prone opponent, Amisha slaps her thighs around Mallika's head, squeezing with even more vigor than before. Groaning, Mallika is forced to loosen her neck scissors just enough to slip her legs up to wrap them around Amisha's head. Once in position, she closes them around Amisha and grits her teeth against the pain of Amisha's thighs pressing over her ears, putting even greater pressure on Amisha.
The room reverberates with the pained grunts of the two combatants as they twist and pull at each other's legs, trying to work free as their legs channel more and more force. Finally the stalemate is broken and the women's legs spring open and they fall away from one another. Regaining their breath, Mallika and Amisha again stalk like jungle cats, awaiting the right moment to pounce.
Amisha lunges first, trapping Mallika in a body scissors, but Mallika's not too dazed to avoid the intended snare and she slips out from between the dangerous legs before Amisha can wrap them around her! Seeking to gain an advantage, Mallika is quick in hurling Amisha to the carpet, working around behind her and applying a tight figure four to Amisha's head. In moments, Amisha is groaning in pain as Mallika's right leg clamps tight over her ruddy face, the ankle tucked behind her left knee, compressing her taller opponent's head with the power of her shapely thighs; her teeth gritted, her eyes squinting in brow-furrowing concentration.
Then, a few moments later, it's Mallika who cries out sharply as Amisha's teeth bury themselves in her gorgeous, flawlessly smooth thigh. Amisha tries to catch Mallika with a body scissors, but Mallika deftly avoids her legs and backs off, resets herself, then lunges again. The taller vixen manages to move out of the way as well, Amisha lunging again to wrap a devastating body scissors around Mallika from the front as she sits on Mallika's thighs; the two rivals facing one another, sweat-slick abs pumping in and out with their labored breathing, glistening bosoms heaving with the exertion of combat.
Lifting up her butt to apply maximum pressure, Amisha stretches her muscular legs taut around Mallika's midsection, making the shorter actress groan out loud from the merciless compression. Punching and clawing Amisha's legs until she gains space, Mallika wriggles out of the trap and falls back on the carpet. Then as Amisha rises with her back to her, Mallika lifts her legs and wraps them round Amisha from behind, pulling her backward to the carpet with a loud crash, then scissoring her neck for all she is worth.
It takes no small effort for Amisha to kick out of the hold, but eventually she does - not before experiencing the crushing power of Mallika's legs as they choke the life from her. Gagging and gasping, Amisha dives on Mallika again, plowing her to the carpet and trying a new maneuver! Holding Mallika firmly by the hair, Amisha positions her for a move she hopes will sap Mallika's energy enough to give her the final advantage. With Mallika's neck behind her knee, Amisha leans back into her, crushing Mallika's larynx between her calf and the back of her thigh. Mallika's desperate choking noise is the reward Amisha had hoped for as Mallika struggles wildly to escape. Kicking her legs up around Amisha's neck, Mallika wrenches Amisha from her perch, repositions herself and the compresses the hold.
Mallika maintains the neck scissors until Amisha kicks free, attempting a head scissors in retaliation but Mallika easily blocks Amisha's legs before they can wrap around her head and then Mallika attempts a body scissors which Amisha avoids with equal speed. Maneuvering around behind Mallika as she fails in another attempt to trap her with her legs, Amisha quickly slams her legs around Mallika's waist, roaring as she crosses her ankles and squeezes.
Mallika writhes and undulates furiously to get out of the body scissors, clawing Amisha's thighs and straining to pry them apart. Amisha's legs crush the curvy midsection, squeezing tighter and tighter, until Mallika slams the back of her head into Amisha's nose, driving her elbows one by one into Amisha's breasts, then writhes free as Amisha's legs loosen and fall away from her waist.
Pummeling Mallika's thighs with both fists when she moves to apply a body scissors, Amisha flips Mallika off her knees onto her back, rolls behind and wraps her legs around Mallika's neck - holding her head by the hair as she arches her back to power the leglock. Choking and gasping, Mallika fights to pry Amisha's crushing limbs apart, prompting Amisha to roll onto her side with Mallika's neck still wedged tight in her thighs, pulsing them around her throat. Again Mallika has no choice but to beat on Amisha's legs with her fists and finally Amisha releases the scissors when the blows become unbearable.
Shaking the cobwebs out, Mallika replies with her own neck scissors. Squeezing Amisha with all the strength she can muster, Mallika suppresses Amisha's furious struggles until she is finally satisfied. Mallika and Amisha have been expending a lot of energy into out-squeezing each other and the sweat is lathering both women's bodies, their faces are flushed, their hair disheveled and their breathing labored, but neither is willing to give in to the other which is evident from their expressions as they glare into each other's eyes, crawling closer as they look for an opening to resume the struggle.
Amisha takes the initiative, initiating a heated struggle for dominance that ends with a crushing body scissors to Mallika's waist from the side. It pains Mallika, but she eventually wriggles her way free. Wasting no time in returning the favor, she wraps her legs around Amisha's waist, giving it all she's got, jackknifing Amisha's body with the initial compression before she falls on her back fighting to breathe. The hold is agonizing, but Amisha fights her way out of the ensnaring trap, capturing Mallika with another neck scissors. Mallika responds in kind after she manages to escape, concentrating her remaining energy in choking the taller hellcat.
Kicking free, Amisha makes a thwarted effort to scissor Mallika's waist, forced to fight her way out of a brutal body scissors by her tenacious opponent. Not to be outdone, Amisha applies another body scissors on Mallika who is forced to expend still more energy in her attempts to break free, barely having enough to clamp a head scissors on Amisha. Scratching and biting Mallika's thighs, Amisha escapes and traps Mallika in her own head scissors, forcing Mallika to beat her fists on Amisha's tits and stomach.
Sucking in air from the impacts, Amisha responds with some vicious breast and stomach shots of her own. The struggle continues as it is evident both are nearing the end of their endurance; drawing on all the fight remaining in their bodies just to stay in the match for long enough to find the decisive advantage. Mallika makes another thwarted attempt to secure a head scissors on Amisha; Amisha's attempt to secure a head scissors is also thwarted. Mallika's next attempt at a head scissors finds its mark, however, and Amisha grows more desperate to remain in the game as Mallika's shapely thighs crush her ears and face.
Biting and struggling her way out of the leg hold, Amisha returns the favor with a figure four scissors around Mallika's head, holding on for dear life as Mallika takes to bucking against the pressure like a crazed mare, seeming to know by instinct that this could be the deciding move. Amisha seems to know this will all be over as well, and if she is unable to maintain this hold she will likely fall to Mallika's fierce determination to come out on top. Cruelly, she channels her waning strength to making sure that doesn't happen. Mallika squirms, kicks and thrashes, frantically trying to free herself from Amisha's deadly clutches, but Amisha is every bit as determined to keep the hold locked tight.
The final stage in the contest seems to last forever, until Mallika shows signs of faltering. Encouraged by this, Amisha squeezes tighter, asking Mallika if she's ready to submit. The headstrong Mallika refuses to give Amisha the satisfaction, but it becomes more apparent as the seconds tick by that she has reached the end of her endurance. This only encourages Amisha to squeeze tighter still, now demanding Mallika submit to her. It takes a while, but at long last; Amisha has to loosen the figure four to hear Mallika murmur, "I…I give..."
Haughty and triumphant, Amisha uncoils her figure four from around Mallika's neck, taking her time and letting herself catch her breath while Mallika collapses against the carpet, exhausted and out of breath. After what seems an eternity to Mallika, Amisha crawls to her and slowly strips off her bikini, then straddles Mallika's flushed face., demanding Mallika eat her out. Angry and defiant, Mallika nevertheless complies, working Amisha's clit with her flashing tongue like a real pro. Amisha's pleasured moans grow louder as she holds Mallika in place by the hair, her body shuddering as Mallika's tongue probes the recesses of her womanhood. Amisha's moans become cries, then screams of pleasure until she finally climaxes. In the heat of the moment, Amisha whirls and leans forward, trapping Mallika's head in a reverse neck scissors, squeezing and squeezing until Mallika passes out!
But as she's fading away and slipping into dreamland, Mallika mutters, "Next time, you'll eat ME, bitch!"
By the time Mallika finally regains consciousness, she finds Amisha is long gone; but the vivid memory of submitting and then pleasuring her remains…as does the acrid taste of Amisha on her tongue!