"So you thought you could just come in here and steal my boyfriend, huh?"
Natalie shouted at the disheveled blonde. Britney was no longer a hot-looking
starlet. Her silver mini-dress was in shreds, her blonde tresses were sweaty and
tangled and both eyes were swelling up from the barrage of blows from the angry
brunette.
"Please - I surrender! I gi-gi-give uppppp!" Brit whined, desperate to stop
those flashing fists from doing more damage. But Natalie was past the point of
reason. Britney had pushed her too far and she was learning just how tough the
willowy actress really was.
It was then that Britney's large breasts, encased in a thin see-thru bra, caught
Natalie's jealous eye. Nat was not overly-endowed herself and it always angered
her to see girls like Britney flaunting their big boobs.
So it was jealousy that led to a long session of "tit torture" as Natalie first
slapped, then punched, then twisted Britney's fat udders. All Britney could do
was weep uncontrollably and sreech in pain as her most prized possessions were
pulled and yanked in one painful hold after another.
As a finale, Natalie got a killer grip on Britney's boobs and began swinging her
in a tight circle. Brit had no choice to to stumble helplessly along. Faster and
faster Natalie whirled until, when she finally released her hold, Brit went
flying toward a nearby drum set.
The beaten blonde crashed into the drums with a thunderous din and wound up in a
sitting position, almost unconscious.
Natalie took her time strolling over to her victim, picked up the biggest drum
and slammed in over Britney's head. The drum skin broke and Brit was trapped
with the remaining metal circle surrounding her. As a capper, Natalie picked up
the cymbal and smashed it on Brit's head. It made a resounding crash as poor
Brit drifted into dreamland.
