#303388 - Claws 41 Swish

Claws, Number 41
Swish Publications Ltd.
London, England
ca. 1990

digital replica

This issue of Claws mostly consists of stories about women brawling with each other or with men. The magazine also has photographs and illustrations by Ram, Milo and Puyal.

Thighing is the Name of the Game — short story

"What about the thighing?" Geraldine said.

"That's a special way they have of settling an argument sometimes" Rachel explained. "Although it's so popular with the girls you see them doing it all the time. Each girl has her hands tied behind her back so she can't use them. She's allowed to use only her legs, and any other part of her body she can bring into play. Some of them are incredibly fast with their legs, and for close in fighting they use their bellies and their breasts as well. Kicking isn't allowed - it's more a form of wrestling than boxing - but you can attack your opponent with your hips or shoulders or, when you get an opening, slam your ass into her!" Rachel licked her lips. "You wouldn't believe how quickly a fight can be settled without the use of hands and arms!" Geraldine's eyes were glowing. "It sounds just tremendous" she enthused. "Any sort of fighting's good!"

"They'd use their big shoulders quite viciously, I saw one girl knock another girl out with her shoulder!" Rachel said."At the start of a thighing fight there's usually a lot of hooking and hacking, when they try to weaken each others legs. That'll be mixed in with using hips and shoulders, or trying for a hard bum hit to your opponent's belly. Then, almost always, they'll get hard locked, body to body, with their thighs battle crushing to settle it. They just stand with thighs rammed together, interlocked, each girl straining like mad to force the other to surrender from sheer pain. Or, quite often, from exhaustion. . . .

Miss Germany — comic

Three of the four pages that comprise the story by Glen.

Surrender in the Grass — short story
Part One

Suddenly there was a weight on his back and someone grabbed his hair. His head was jerked back, then viciously shoved back to the ground. Again it was pulled back and again his face smashed against the ground, harder this time. His nose had taken a bang and hurt like hell,
and his lips too had been hurt. His forehead ached and he tried to get up. But again the aggressor smashed his head to the ground. He tried to extricate the hands from his hair, but his head was released and his fingers bent back instead. He screamed out in pain, thinking they would break.

"That's no way for a man to behave" said the voice. It was a girl, his attacker was a girl! He couldn't believe it. She forced him over onto his back then and changing hands, intertwined her fingers with his. Bending his fingers back again, she forced his arms to the ground. Keith was horrified. The girl that was sitting astride him was the same one that he had seen reading the book. She really was a stunner, but that was the last thing on his mind at that particular time.

Keith didn't like fighting, he had never won a fight in his life, not even against smaller opponents, and this girl was bigger than him anyway. And now she was moving forward, pinning his arms with her knees. She spread her knees wider to get a better balance, then the battering began again. This time she punched him in the face, not once but several times. He felt one eye begin to swell and was sure that his nose was broken. Then, mercifully, she stopped. But now she turned her attention on something else. . . .

Yet Another Change from Tennis — short story
by Jeanne Vickers

The bell rang loudly, suddenly, for the contest to start, and the crowd at the ringside roared as one person. Jillie and Liana squared off cautiously. Liana bobbed and weaved, keeping out of Jillie's reach. Confidently Jillie attacked. Keeping her guard high, blocking all the time, Liana retreated. Then a flurry of hard body punches sent Liana into the ropes. Thrusting herself away, Liana ran into a savage right uppercut from Jillie. Liana lurched forward and crashed to the floor, the fight seemed nearly over. Liana rose at a count of eight. A fast recovery - and Liana charged. She drove Jillie over to the ropes then belted her with a furious dose of body punishment.

Jillie collapsed at last. She took a count of seven from the ref.

Very soon, Liana had smashed a hard blow to her belly. Jillie was penned in a corner. She was punching wildly, with largely futile blows. Jillie took to ferocious left swings, trying to escape. The crowd was on its feet, shouting. Both women were straining - the utmost effort - the sweat ran freely from arms and shoulders. Liana bent her knees, evaded Jillie's guard and found she could hammer both Jillie's breasts at will. Then she lashed a hard left cross deep into Jillie's belly. Groaning, Jillie fell on her knees. The bell sounded the end of the first round. The fighters returned to their respective corners and together slumped on to their stools.

The Restraint - Sequel — short story
by Pia

Quickly I lifted my knees, thrust up my hips and bridged the best I could, causing. Anne to loose both the almost fatal petting holds she had had on me. Instead she got up on her knees and flung her arms around my arched torso. I gripped her the same way, and using all my strength, I slowly drew her over me and down on her back. Before I could mount her she bridged, so I squatted at her head and pressed my breasts against her.

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