[boobytrap]

Kate?s Nightmare
Released with permission from FreeFall
Written by Boobytrap
Executive Produced by Ginny

On a beautiful, moonlit beach; a broad sandy stretch of heaven along the coast of an apparently deserted island, a strange scene was unfolding. If someone stumbled onto it, their eyes would doubtlessly be drawn to the large, pale, sloshing breasts of a naked blonde running through the soft, silver, sand. Her breasts bounced and swayed side-to-side in a frantic motion thanks to her piston-pumping, long, tan legs.
If one could summon the mental fortitude to break their gaze away from her smooth legs long enough to look at her beautiful face, they may recognize the sprinting woman as the famous, now "infamous", Kate Upton.
 The model-actress had once been undefeated, a catfighter who captured the hearts of millions with her divine beauty, supreme confidence and her thought to be unrivalled combat prowess. Her life then had been that of legend. One that came crashing down when she met her match in the form of 'The British Bitch'... Alice Goodwin.
Kate had faced the intimidating brunette at the 2017 Queen of the Beach Tournament in California. It was one of those 'by the numbers' events, one Kate was so heavily favoured to win everyone assumed her most exhausting effort would be to show up to collect the Championship Trophy.
Alice Goodwin? Alice was, to be kind, essentially a 'dark horse' who would be lucky to make it to the semi's. Throughout the run of the tournament, however, Alice opened eyes as well as turned heads. She earned the nickname 'The Wicked Witch' with her blatant sadism and a series of unbelievably improbably turn-it-around victories.
The two women faced each other in finals, with Kate the overwhelming favorite. It was a brutal, back and forth, contest. One Alice, ultimately, won by destroying not only the 'myth' of Kate Upton, but also her incredible body. While Kate's image could be retrieved - in time - it was her self-worth that took the biggest, hardest, hit of all.
Alice left Upton beaten, naked, and a shadow of her former self. The last shot of the tournament - viewed by millions on TV's and computer screens in dimly lit bedrooms around the world, was the sight of the jiggling, full moon buttocks of the piteously sobbing Kate Upton as she ran in tears away from what would be recalled for decades to come as "her greatest shame."
It was a scene eerily similar to that seen now. Kate's eyes were streaming tears, her disheveled blonde hair flying behind her as she bounced panting - her mouth gaping wide open in a desperate bid for oxygen with a sound that sounded like a cross between gasping and weeping. Upton practically turned the sand into a sheet of glass in her haste to escape the evil threatening her very existence. She turned to look over her shoulder as she ran, wanting to make certain of her safety; to lock eyes with her pursuer? the jaw-droppingly awesome 'British Bitch' that self-same Alice Goodwin!
The English Enchantress was still wearing the same black bikini she'd worn in the tournament and, unlike the highly distraught Upton, Goodwin was so composed it seemed she may not even realize the unsettling impact her mere presence had on her rival. Her kissable mouth closed; her nostrils flaring slightly; no energy expended whatsoever in her seemingly effortless attempt to keep up with her breathless blonde prey. Despite her more controlled pace, Alice gained on the increasingly panic-stricken blonde.
From Kate's perspective, Alice seemed to move in slow motion, which made her all the more terrifying, because Alice kept creeping closer and closer. Time that only lasted seconds, in Kate's mind seemed to take an eternity, allowing Kate to see in unsettling detail every inch of her conqueror's muscular, exquisitely honed and meticulously maintained, body.
Goodwin's long, bronzed legs, the limbs that crushed her abdomen; the rough hands that battered her body, the palms that bitch slapped her precious, flawless, face. The toned six-pack abs that mocked her smooth, soft, tummy. And finally, Alice's breasts! The glorious globes that had utterly defeated "Pride & Joy." Literally, Kate had named her tits!
Goodwin's mammoth rack was the only one that had ever beaten Kate's into submission... and so decisively and in such a public venue, that even the most fervent of Upton's fans wondered, "Will she ever be the same?"
Kate's bosom bounced in every direction as she ran; almost as if her breasts had a mind of their own and remembered that beating; now they sought to leave her 'useless' body behind in their desire to throw all survivors overboard in their mindless frantic attempts to save themselves!
Alice Goodwin's taut body jiggled slightly, each curve and swell in near-perfect rhythm. Up and down, side to side. Despite their larger, heavier, mass than Kate's bountiful bosom, Alice's breasts were clearly firmer. Even in the middle of the night, even at great distance, there was no denying their innate superiority. Even Kate couldn't keep from focusing on them as they drew nearer and nearer.
Alice's evil, wicked gaze, and Goodwin's glorious globes; their nearing threat sent waves of nausea roiling in Kate's belly. It was ironic that so much of Kate's fame sprouted from her epic rack - until Alice's assets "made them her twin bitches" as Alice was quoted in her victory interview the day after.... "Armageddon."
 Kate turned her face away from the frightening vision, looking to the path to escape that loomed ahead.... then at the last second an immovable wall of flesh rose up in front of her and SMACK!
Kate ran full speed squarely into Alice's huge mammaries. They didn't budge a millimeter, but Kate's 'Pride & Joy' in the instant of collision shriveled from 34DD to 32A while Goodwin"s 32Gs barely moved. Kate was thrown backward onto her ass; she let out a wail of dismay as her legs splayed wide, her hands reaching behind her to hold her up.
"Wha....how.... did you get in front of me?" babbled Kate, her head reeling as she looked up in shock. Alice glared down at her and sneered with her hands on her hips, "Do you have any idea how disgusting it is to see you trying to run? Those fat tits move like two sagging sacks of milk in an earthquake". 
 Alice grabbed Kate by the hair and hauled her yelping in pain to all fours. Alice reared up, drew back her hand and whipped her open palm down on Upton's bulbous bottom with a loud, SMAAACK!
"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!" Kate wailed, her feet fluttering helplessly
Alice followed through with the forehand with a backhand to the opposite cheek before Kate stopped screaming. CRACK!
"AAAAWWWWWHHH!!!" Kate whined as she squirmed in pain.
With a huge grin, Goodwin settled into a casual, smooth, paint-brushing rhythm; first forehand, then backhand, forehand again and backhand! It didn't take long before her calloused hand turned Upton's once proud posterior into two red, swelling, ripe watermelons.
Kate screamed, she begged, she clawed frantically at Alice's forearm in futile attempt to gain some release. But nothing could dissuade the 'British Bitch.' To Kate it seemed like she'd endured hours of torment, but it had only been minutes.
Alice released Kate's hair then shoved her forward with a "Moses Kick" - one that spread Kate's cheeks like the Red Sea. Upton's mouth was wide open in mid-scream when she plowed face-first into the soft beach sand, her chin plowing a furrow in the beach.
Goodwin stepped up and kicked Kate in the ass, warning her, "If I... EVER... see you on MY beach again, you worthless blond bag of fat... I'll turn you into my slapper! You'll be doing titwanks for a pound a round!"
Kate struggled to lift her head and spit the sand out of her mouth. She wiped the tears from her eyes and started to crawled, slowly, away from Alice toward the cliffs and away from the ocean, hoping the high ground and wall of rock would make it easy for Alice to decide going after wasn't worth her effort.
Upton reached the foot of the cliff, still spitting and gagging on sand, then began to climb. She had often used rock walls in gyms - on those few, rare, occasions when she deigned to submit her lush body to do actual training. She had always been naturally strong, which enabled her to easily maintain her unbeaten record...at least until she ran into Goodwin!
The difference between facsimile mountains and the real thing soon became evident as Kate struggled to find footholds, or an edge she could grasp. Her failure to find hand or foot holds made the climb up the ridge uneven and sad to behold... though it felt fast considering how much effort it took.
 The blonde gasped, hissing in pain when her sensitive nipples were scraped across the rough surface of the crag when she lost her grip and almost fell. Still, she stubbornly kept on, knowing whatever happened to her on the cliff, she'd get far worse from the evil Bitch who seemed to haunt the beach below.
Nearing the top of the cliff, Kate swung one arm, then the other, up and over the edge to drag herself up onto the top of the cliff. Kate let out a relieved gasp as she lay on her back panting, the edge having scratched her breasts from clavicle to her sensitive under-boob.
Finally getting her whole body on top, she rolled onto her stomach, letting the cool grass soothe her tired body, sucking in lungfulls of badly needed air. Suddenly, the toes of Alice's dirty foot slipped past her lips which, despite her disgust, easily closed around them the way a baby's lips suckle the teat of its mother.
"I thought I told your fat, pale, lopsided, ass you are NOT welcome here?" snarled Alice, posing with hands on hips and cocking her head with a cold-eyed glare in her eyes. Kate gasped in shock, but in her current position that inadvertently made suck Alice's toes even harder.

"How is this possible?" How is she doing this to me? Kate wondered.

 Kate pulled her soft, full, lips from around Goodwin's dirty toes with an audible 'pop' and struggled to her feet, exhausted by her laborious climb. She blinked a couple of times as her mind flashed to back to the Tournament and she instinctively recoiled in fear from the buxom Brit as Alice advanced on her.
"Wait! Wait!" Upton pleaded. "I was trying to?" she stammered as she backpedaled, having forgotten about the edge of the cliff behind her. Her foot slipped over the edge and lost her balance. Wobbling, her arms windmilling frantically in her losing battle to maintain her balance, she slowly tipped backward, pulled over the precipice by the heavy weight of her buttocks.
As Kate began her descent, Alice stepped forward to save her and did...in the most painful way possible! Goodwin grabbed Kate by her short and curlies and Alice held Kate hanging on the precipice, the combo of gravity and Alice's tight grip putting Kate in a painful position, causing her to utter short, continuous shrieks of pain.
As painful as it was, it was even more confusing to Kate who always made a point to be completely waxed because, as she once said, "I like my lovers to have a clean work space" - something she once confessed to Tyra Banks after their first one-night tryst.
"It's incredible!" Alice snapped angrily. "You're actually pissing me off more now than during our fight!" It was a blatant lie; that battle drove Alice to the brink of insanity, now she was actually enjoying herself. Not that Kate new that. If she had, she'd have felt slightly better about the possible outcome.
Goodwin finally let go, giving Kate a split second of relief from the agony in her groin, but relief followed by a spike of fear as she felt herself falling. Upton closed her eyes and screamed, pleading to any merciful God (or Goddess) who'd listen and grant her plea for mercy.
Apparently, one did, for Kate was spared a back-breaking impact with the rocks at the base of the cliff by a pair of powerful, yet undeniably feminine, arms. Kate let out a shuttering breath, the opened her eyes to thank her saviour; Alice? Alice Goodwin!?
"This...what...ha...how?" Kate was suddenly more confused than scared as she looked up in shock at Alice's cold, hard face. Goodwin said nothing, just dropped Kate's limp body on the sand. Landing on her ass with an unlady-like grunt, her disheveled blonde hair flying loose; her delicate arms and smooth legs splayed and graphically, pornographically, akimbo.
Alice didn't speak, simply stepped on Kate's hair, pinning her head to the sand. Alice was facing Kate's feet as she assumed her now trademarked stance. hands on hips.
"It seems my point isn't getting through that thick blond, colonial, head," Alice huffed, forgetting for the moment her feet on Kate's hair were what was impeding Kate's willingly obedient compliance to her demands. Alice leaned forward, staring down into Kate's eyes with undisguised malevolence. "Guess I'll just have to try a bit harder."
Alice ignored Kate's bleating pleas for mercy and her feeble slapping Alice's arms and legs. She pinched Kate's long, hard, nipples and gave them a quick twist, earning her a quick "AAAHHH" of pain from the writhing blonde.
Alice leaned back, nipple hauling Kate scrambling up as she stretched her breasts to an obscene degree, although Goodwin rather admired their suppleness. It would have done on its own, but with Alice's feet acting as strategic anchors to Kate's hair, Upton's burning pain in her scalp and chest quickly had her in gasping, babbling raspy tears.
Kate moaned in pain, Kate groaned in frustration, Kate screamed in agony, all her ire aimed at the brunette tormentress who took such wicked delight in abusing her. But her protestations were all to no avail. Each yank, jerk, or twist wrung a new sound from the wriggling blond.
Kudos to Alice who played Kate's body like an instrument custom crafted in hell to her personal specifications. When Upton thought she'd finally hit rock bottom, Alice changed her grip, her face contorted in a sneer. Then she let go of Kate's nipples and clamped both hands on the sides of Upton's bare boobs, tightening her grip and holding them like oversized cans of coke (or Vimto in Alice's case). She massaged the pliant flesh, coaxing her grip upward from base to nip.... Alice had learned to milk cows at her grandparent's farm and with Kate on her back with her legs in the air, Alice had flashbacks to happier days showing her Girl Guide troop how it's done.
Alice's clench wasn't kind, but it was undeniably consistent; not the sharp suffering as before but a slowly growing dull pain that brought rolling low moans from Kate's quivering lips. It was like an orchestra, expertly led, going from a high pitched stringed instrument to low register bass oboe.

Then, a new element to this torture began to manifest itself. It began as a slow shiver throughout Kate's body, one which Alice felt and instinctively knew to double her efforts. Her grip tightened and her hands sped up. Kate's plea "I'm a human being!" fell on deaf ears. A burning sensation began to build in Kate's chest, starting small then rose to fill the very tips of her nipples. Upton's vision began to swim and she shook her head as much as her trapped hair would allow.

The heat rose and rose and rose until... " ah" some instinctual dam broke and milk began to slowly dribble out of Kate's left breast. "Ooohh Gawd, nooo," Kate going for a scream and ending in a whimper at this new development. Alice laughed and concentrated her venom on Kate's other mammary, which started to leak as well, much to Alice's amusement and Kate's humiliation.


"I always knew you were a cow, I just never knew how big of one!" Alice exclaimed in her dark glee.

"Ugh... Ugh...Aah," were the only sounds Kate could under the circumstances. Hands that were once making a feeble resistance now lay by her sides unmoving with the exception of shivering and the odd muscle spasm. Kate opened her tear-filled eyes to look up at Goodwin, who in that moment was seared into her brain as a beautiful demon.

The increasing flow of milk brought a shameful release and while it eased the pain of Alice's milking but brought a numbing sensation similar to post orgasm that left Kate's body weak and her nipples more sensitive than ever. Seeing Upton's weakness, Alice attacked swiftly. Her expert fingers pumping then aiming Kate's milk burst strategically; the first volley hitting her right eye bring more tears and rolling down her cheek. The second landing across her lips and on her tongue when Upton's mouth opened in protest.

"Do you enjoy the taste" I try to avoid anything with such a high fat content personally," Alice taunted as she gave Kate's boobs one last squeeze for luck and stepped back to enjoy the image of a thoroughly used up Kate Upton. Squirming face up on the sand, legs swishing about arms moving in a shuttered fashion as her brain can't decide which abused body part to tend to first.

"Are you going to lay about all day like a pale pig in her own filth, or are you going to get off my beach?" Alice enunciating "pig" with emphasis. She started dragging a moaning Kate by the golden locks to a cream-colored door in the cliff face that Upton is 100% certain was not there before. Goodwin kicked Kate onto her stomach while maintaining her grip on her mane. Alice opened the door with her free hand, surprisingly letting out a wall of thick steam, and filling the air with strains of 'Anaconda' by Nicki Minaj (Kate's favorite rapper and friendly acquaintance). She grabbed a healthy chunk of Kate's left butt cheek and threw her into the mist. Kate landed on a glossed wood stylized tile floor chest first with a garbled "swauk!"

Kate, summoning the strength to get to all fours crawls forward slowly in confusion. The hot moist air making Kate's skin perspire even more than the Alice induced fear-sweats. Deafened by Minaj's booty-centric lyrics. blinded by milk, tears, and now steam; Kate is reduced to what she sees as her absolute lowest point. Biting back sobs, Upton trying to grasp what little dignity she can, tries to slink away quietly. Wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed for a year and snivel. Making the first few steps with her head bowed she raised her head in preparation to get to feet, like a one-woman evolutionary line.

Still temporarily blinded, she took her weight off her right arm and began raise up... only to be halted by a soft but firm wall, reminding Kate of a padded cell in a sanitarium (much like the one Charlize Theron was committed for two weeks following a disastrous hour-long match with Kate Upton, who tormented her from start to finish.) Thinking she'd reach the other side of the room, she rested her head a moment, enjoying the texture of the wall and the faint taste and smell of 'Coco by Chanel'-her favorite scent.

Burying her head in the obstruction she moved her head side to side lightly, clearing her eyes of irritants and savouring the one moment of peace she had since this living hell began.

"Are you enjoying yourself, you revolting degenerate?!" a voice said. Kate suddenly felt very cold in that hot room and went still. She opened her eyes too see the padded wall she rested her head on was, in fact, the naked, proud posterior of Alice Goodwin! 

The conquering queen clenched her cheeks before Kate could escape, giving a very professional approximation of placing Kate's head in a vice. Upton let out a shriek muffled by Alice's buttocks, Goodwin grabbed the back of Kate's head to force her in deeper and did a slow bump and grind to the now stylistically appropriate sound track of 'Anaconda' by Nicki Minaj.

"Do you like that? Huh? Is this why you refuse to leave my beach? You were waiting for me to let my guard down so you could have your way with my ass, you fucking pervert?!"

Alice finally released Kate who fell on her back with a long and deep gasp. Goodwin turned to face her with a shampoo commercial style hair toss that splattered Kate from belly button to forehead with sweat. She quickly stepped forward and stomped her foot on Kate's hyperventilating belly. Alice leaned forward, putting more pressure downward and pointing her breasts like armed warheads to her blond floormat. Her nipples either by the water or the prospect of hurting her favorite victim, rose to stand hard and proudly at attention, waiting for their moment.

"Are you my stalker now?! Do I need to get a restraining order or just put you in a kennel with the rest of the unwanted bitches?!"

As Alice insulted Kate, drops of sweat cascaded down to soak the once powerful woman. The beads sparkled in the light as they fell, reminding Kate of the diamonds from the diamond encrusted bra that was to be her trophy from the Queen of the Beach Tourney (literally tailored to her measurements). Until Alice Goodwin defeated her, forced her to place the prize on her chest, smacked her down and tore the bra to pieces. Figuratively showering Upton in her own defeat.

"If you're going to hang around, you can at least make yourself useful," Alice grabs Kate by the hair and started hauling her by the hair, Kate's slick back dragging across the tiles with a loud "SQUEELLLCCHH!" They stopped near the center of the room, near a box of heated rocks, a wooden ladle and bucket full of water, and a lone glass bottle filled what Kate assumed was either cool spring water or vodka (Kate desperately wanted liquor at this point).

Goodwin slips her free hand between Kate's legs and rests her hand on the small of her back. She raises her up as quickly as she would a pile of dirty laundry... and SLAMS her back first on a wooden bench. Kate lands with a distinctly manly grunt, head ringing from impact, arms and legs hanging down, thighs wide open "As usual," Alice comments.

Alice quickly steps over Upton's body; pelvis just below Kate's chin, facing the rocks. Kate looked up at Alice's naked form, with the light shining behind her head she appeared to Upton as a dark goddess she somehow offended. The only saving grace being Goodwin's envy evoking breasts blocked much of the view of her face.
"Let's hope you make a better cushion than a fighter," Alice stepped forward and dropped down, facesitting Kate. Upton struggled and made muffled protests but Alice could not be moved. If it weren't for Goodwin moving her hip at varying speeds and sitting up briefly to allow her breathe, it would Alice forgot about her entirely.

As Kate tried to endure Alice's gyrations, through the fog of sweaty flesh and indignity a memory surfaced. A drunken encounter at a high class, very private club where she met the voluptuous vocalist Nicki Minaj. A few brightly colored drinks with complicated recipes and overly sexualized names later, a drunken dare from Brooklyn Decker (Kate's tag-a-long) leads to Upton sitting on a plus chair with Nicki twerking in her face.  A fun moment caught on video (shared with a select group) that ended with Minaj briefly using Kate's face as a bar stool. A far more pleasant experience compared to the present.

While maintaining perfect riding formation, Alice continually dipped the ladle into the bucket and poured on to the rocks, releasing steam. The room grew hotter and hotter throughout Kate's ordeal, who at this point was perspiring so much she looked like she just came out of a long shower. Goodwin however seemed to glow, looking like she just walked through a small summer drizzle, drinking heavily from her glass bottle of water.

Giving Kate a final twist she finally dismounted and leaned against the wall starring at Kate, who was giving a very good beached whale impression. Upton greedily sucked in air, soft belly moving up and down rapidly. Alice stepped close o Kate, kneeling near, and tilting the water bottle so it neared the rim but didn?t spill.

"Does my cushion want some water?," Kate nodded, far past the point of trying to keep some dignity. Alice puts the bottle to Kate's parted lips but, ...SLAP! "UUHH!"

Before Kate can drink Alice pulls the bottle away and slaps her face to the side. "You think I would let your lips touch mine? Even indirectly?" Goodwin grabs Kate by the hair and drags her to a sitting position on the bench. Legs tilted together at the knees, arms limp at Kate's sides; Upton is a sweaty, sweaty, opposable doll by now.

Alice steps closer, bringing her tits near Kate's fearful face. With her other hand she slowly pours the water down her chest. For a moment Kate is transfixed, watching the flow of sparkling water go across Alice's brown skin, down her cleavage and drip down her nipples.
"What are you waiting for Pig!" Kate flinched, broken from her trance. Then dove in tongue first, lapping and sucking at every square inch of Alice's breast. Her lips traveled back and forth across the tanned expanse of Goodwin's tits. Deep in in Alice's cleavage she drained the small pool of water that gathered, then slipping back out to suckle at her nipple to catch any dripping water. Switching from one breast to another, while making sure to tongue bathe her underboob and decolletage during the transition. It went on for so long Kate wondered if Alice was doing some sort of magic trick, there's no way one bottle could contain this much water?

"That's it, drink it all. You been wanting to do this since the tournament, haven"t you?" Alice asked mockingly. Staring coldly into Kate's eyes as her lips puckered around her stiff nipple. Refusing to break eye contact, Alice wanted ground her dominance in Upton's very soul, which was making headway given Kate couldn't tear her tear-filled eyes away and sucked slightly harder. Her body instinctively recognizing the Alpha female and wanting to please her.

Finally, the bottle emptied and was thrown away over Goodwin's shoulder. Alice, growing tired of Kate's worship pulled her lips from her teat despite their best efforts to stay latched. Goodwin dragged her the adjacent wall using her hair as a leash, placing her back against the wall. The cheeks of Kate's round ass hitting wall with a wet "SPLAT!".

A panel slide away to Kate's right with seemingly no provocation, revealing a folded, fluffy white towel. Alice takes the towel and dries herself off, ignoring Upton completely. As Alice turns away to dry her breasts; her long, gorgeous, brown hair slaps Kate in the face. Turning her face to side and stinging her eyes with the delicate strains. Alice turns her head, ponylashing Kate again, this time the hair passing her lips, making her taste Oribe Ultra Gentle shampoo (her favorite kind). As Alice toweled herself her weight shifted foot to foot; curves jiggling, muscles rippling, Goodwin's body silently jeering at Kate and chipping away at the rubble of Upton's confidence.

Alice turns to look at Kate, eyebrow raised. Kate looked back silently in confusion, believing anything she might say would only make it worse. Alice rolled her eyes and then the towel, pulling it taunt and snapping it at Kates belly button.

CRACK! "AAHH!"
"Why are you still here you pathetic slut!"

Alice snapped that towel with uncanny accuracy, each struck target getting a shriek out of Kate Upton. Right nipple, belly button, face, hip, left nipple; no matter how Kate moved, or tried to block nothing could stop that white lash. Kate brought up her arms to protect her chest, so Alice went low whipped the very tip of Upton's clitoris.

CRACK! "AAAAAAAHHHHH..." Kate twitched and shuddered like she was electrocuted and fell to all fours crying. Alice grabbed her hair again and dragged her to face the door. Goodwin snapped the towel repeatedly at Kate's behind, making her glutes jiggle and clap against each other. Upton shambled on all fours to the door, fighting through the pain in her nether regions. A short trip and 12 lashes later Kate reached the door and opened it with weak hands, gritting her teeth as Alice switched targets to her back.

Upton crossed the threshold on her knees and went to close the door. As a final goodbye Alice snaps the towel on Kate's throat, as Kate holds her neck and gasps Alice spitefully spits on Upton's lips. The lob of spit slides past to land on her tongue. Alice spits again, this time landing on the middle of Kate's forehead. As it dribbled down Alice advanced on the cowering Kate backhanded the blondes breast, knocking her on back. "Whack!", "AAH!".

Alice turns with a model's strut and closes the door behind her with a parting, "Bitch".

Kate just lay on her back, looking up at the night sky though pain-squinted eyes. Just letting the horrific humiliation of this night just wash over her. She didn't know how long she laid there, but it was the closest thing to peace she'd had all night so she didn't care. She could have stayed in that spot for the rest of her so long as she was left in solitude to ease her pain. Upton was broken out of her funk by the familiar cries for help of a nearby woman.

Kate rose to hear with a grunt and jogged in the direction of the scream. As she ran the cries grew louder and more desperate, "No! Stop! "Please!?". Kate went around a rock formation and slid down a small dune to find the woman...Brooklyn Decker! The sight of her distressed, and currently nude, friend was not he most shocking thing about this scene. Brooklyn was on her knees, huddled over, being accosted by not one, not two, not three, but four... ALICE GOODWINS??!!

This was too horrible too be true. To some this would heaven, but to Kate this is surely hell. Impossibly, Four Alice Goodwins, all dressed in identically in the same midnight black bikini Goodwin wore during the tournament, all focused on tormenting Brooklyn Decker. One positioned behind Decker, spanking her full force with alternating hands, sending ripples through her glutes and bounces her chest. Another on her right, covering her hands in sand and giving Brooklyn a painful milking, making sure twist her nipples every once in a while. The third stood on her left, one foot on the small of Brooklyn's back. Her right-hand grasping Decker's long golden curls and pulling it taut, torturing her scalp. The last knelt in front of Decker, spitting in her face and mouth, only pausing to arch her back and slap her breasts back-and-forth against Brooklyn's face mockingly. All four were insulting and demeaning the poor blonde at the same time. From the usual insults of "Slut", "Bitch,"" Whore," to long examinations of Brooklyn's life; real personal stuff, way over the line, the kinds of things that cut you to the core.

As Kate took in this scene, too stunned to move or shout and stop Decker's torture. Her mind raced. This is impossible... am I in hell? Is this a fever dream? Is this test from God? Did I accidentally take a sip from Lohan's glass at the club last night? Many celebs have made that mistake and suffered for days afterward. Kate was honestly considering just stepping away quietly and hoping they didn't see her. That plan died early as Brooklyn was slapped from a particularly brutal titty slap that rocked her face to side, now facing Upton. Seeing her long-time bestie and friendly rival, she begged for help.

"Kate! Please, help meeEEE!?, her voice turning into a cry as the second Goodwin gave her breasts a firm and coarse squeeze followed by a twist of her nipples. As her eyes opened in pain the last spit in her left eye, getting another cry from her. All four Goodwins stopped in the ministrations to stare at the newcomer. Third kept her stance holding Decker's hair, with her foot on her back while the other formed a barrier between the two blondes. The Alice's paid no mind to Brooklyn in favor of the new prey, with the exception of the last; who as she got up turned away and arched her hips so as she rose made Brooklyn's head from chin to hair travel the expanse of Alice's crack.

Kate opened and closed her mouth as she tried to think of vague threat or bribe she could offer the British battalion to release her friend. Upton started to tentatively advance when she saw the buxom brunettes all read a defensive stance.

"Another yank for the thresher girls!"

"We're going to shove your whole head up Decker's ass, then shove her head up your twat! A never-ending cycle of failure!"
 
"I'm going to wreck your Baps so bad they'll sue you for negligence!"

"Do you enjoy the taste of Failure? Or do you want your tongue up my ass again so you can taste success?"

Faced with a tsunami of vitriol and sadism, Kate's mind went blank and was reduced with animal instincts. In other words; she turned tail and ran, with a cowardly yelp and her big ass bouncing behind her, almost like it was struggling to keep up. Hot on her heels was not the four harpies but Brooklyn's damning "How Could You!?" Filling Kate with shame, and guilt for abandoning her friend, but not enough to face the beautifully manicured claws of the quartet.

As she turned the bend she could the first rays of the morning begin to shine, installing a hope that with the wane of night that the horrors would cease. Kate stepped into the light?or she meant to, for some reason she was enveloped in a swath of shadow that covered the beach, blocking the sun?s light. Kate squinted in the distance to what it was, and then she realized this was truly hell. Walking in the direction of the sunrise was entity the size of building, rising from the water, like some Japanese monster franchise. It had beautiful smooth skin, toned muscles, breast like two Epcot Centers firmly defying gravity. This was the sum of all fears, all hate, all darkness. This was Alice Goodwin.

The giantess stopped a mile from the beach, water up to the behemoth?s belly button. She seemed to look at Kate curiously, with no ill intent. Kate remained perfectly still, banking on the slim hope that her vision relied on movement for some reason. Clearly not the case as Alice reared back, and launched her upper body at the beach! Looking to use her ?front cruisers? to flatten Kate as well as the island. Upton screamed to the heavens as Alice, frozen in fear as the landslide as flesh rocketed forth.

?OHGAWDOHGAWDOHGAWDGGAAWWWWW-! ?
 
?WWWD!?
Kate awakes in her own bed screaming and writhing, the sheets tangled and wrapped around her legs like mummy's bindings. She felt a deep throbbing in her breasts, and an all too familiar puddle of moisture under her butt and on the insides of her thighs. "Damn," she thought. "Not again. This's the third night in a row I've had the same 'erotic' dream. Fuck! What 'dream', it was a damn nightmare!"
She rolled out of bed, showered herself clean, applied cool compresses to her bruised breasts ("Why do I do that to myself in these damn dreams?" she wondered.) Then she stripped the bed covers and put them in the washer, glad she'd had time before her housekeeper arrived and discovered her embarrassingly personal secret.
Later that morning, she sat down and dialed a number she'd told herself she'd never dial. A woman who she'd met at a self-help group for women who'd been abused by other women. At first, Kate had pretended she was just there 'doing research for a movie role' but after listening to one woman open her soul and admit her own deepest, darkest, fears, Kate found a new respect for the woman, someone she'd thought was a useless lightweight in their earlier interactions.

But this woman had taken time - after Kate's humiliatingly public defeat - to try and explain to her why it was important to have someone, anyone, to whom she could confide and unburden herself. She'd offered herself as that person, but what resonated with Kate was when she told her, "But if you don't want to talk to me, or don't trust me, or for whatever reason; find someone in whom you feel safe revealing yourself."

Now that the nightmares, which Kate had thought she'd put behind her, had returned, Upton feared it was some kind of mystical forewarning of future disaster. Perhaps Goodwin was going to come for her; perhaps some other evil entity (Kylie Jenner? McKinney? Deck...no, probably not Brook. Not her good friend Brooklyn Decker, she'd never, ever, even think of stabbing her in the back. Besides, she thought with a smirk, I'd kick Deck's ass if she tried.

So, she tamped down her fears and dialed the number. It rang several times, then she heard the click of an answering machine and a voice that made her body tingle with excitement. "Hello. This is Blake Lively. If you get this message, I'm out. Leave your name, number and a brief message and I'll get back to you. Oh, and if this is you Kate.... it's about time! I was worried you'd never call me. I need to tell you... umm... about... Look, I've been having unsettling dreams.... about you... well...more nightmares really..."

Kate really had no patience for listening to other people?s dreams, as it tends to be a tedious exercise?but considering she was calling Blake to do that very thing, she left a message saying they?ll talk over dinner at Upton Manor tonight. A nickname for the massive home she ought with royalty cheques from her line of extra durable lace bras (for ?big? girls who want to flaunt it). Upton would prefer to talk to Blake sooner but she refuses to look weak in front of her. While Blake was proving to be a welcome source of support she was still a competitor, and Kate may have to face her again one day. And on that that day Kate would crush Blake?s tits flat with fist and chest, then use her face as a throne like queen she truly is.

That mental image gave Kate a tingling sensation that eroded the post nightmare miasma that she was mired in. Nothing makes a blonde feel better than crushing another blonde in the ring. Kate thought it stemmed from an incident in high school where she overheard the jealous mom of a frenemy of hers calling her a ?fake titted fat ass.? To which Upton responded with a very public ass kicking that went from the bleachers to the gym; where coincidentally, the annual talent show was taking place. It was there that Kate performed her first breast smothering to thunderous applause, and was handed a giant trophy for winning the talent show!

Upton went to the kitchen for her breakfast of sesame seeds and celery with a glass of water with bits of kale as flavour. Adopting a new diet in lieu of some off-colour observations from fans and pundits that Kate wasn?t in the best shape for the Queen of the Beach finals, ?packing a few extra pounds,? was a phrase thrown around far too often for Kate?s liking (Kylie Jenner noted ?especially in the backside. We almost thought she was a long lost sister?).

After her sad meal, Kate dressed for the day in professional-but-sexy business attire - a black skirt with lace trim, a sleeveless white, buttoned top and a black jacket with a leather purse, then set out for the day. She hadn?t scheduled a fight since her loss, but Kate still had a brand to manage and sponsors to pimp.

Kate drove to her agent?s office in her silver Mercedes-Benz. The building was small but beautiful, all polished mahogany and marble. Kate?s agent had a small list of high level clients so she could maximize her efforts for more profit. When Upton walked in the redhead had her feet up on her desk, her right hand typing at her computer, her left squeezing a Lindsey Pelas Brand boob shaped stress ball; all while talking animatedly into her Bluetooth headset.

?You're breaking my metaphorical balls, Jerry! If you want a Cat Bell and Lindsay Lohan love scene in the film, you better add a coupla zeroes to that number!?

The agent nodded hello as she haggled, gesturing at Kate to take a seat, pointing to a chair in front of her desk with the nipple of the Pelas Puppy squeeze ball. Kate sat in front of her desk, directly across the redhead?s cracked nameplate. As the gratuitous ginger threatened the person on the phone with various acts of sodomy, Kate remembered the history behind the broken nameplate.
* * * * * *
Charlize Theron had been the agent?s first client and one of her most profitable. The agent always had a deep attraction to the actress/fighter and one night she made her move. Theron had just beaten Gena Lee Nolin in a junkyard fight, and drove over to the office in a post-victory high - something she always felt after beating GLN. Charlize bounded in still wearing the French cut white bikini she'd worn for the fight; her svelte body still glistening with perspiration; she immediately began gushing about how she beat Nolin black and blue and wanted to capitalize on her win.

The agent was quick with congratulations and a hug, having never touched Theron with this amount of skin uncovered. It was then the redhead?s dyke dam finally broke. Overcome with lust, she grabbed two deep handfuls of Charlize?s firm ass. The South African tried to protest but when she opened her mouth, the red menace covered it with her own, using every tongue technique she'd learned during her post grad sojourn in Asia from girls who'd mastered postgraduate sexual techniques of both the French and German schools.

From Theron?s perspective, it felt like the oversexed redhead had grown several more hands as she was groped from every spot all at once; a tornado of perverted hands from hell - or a normal Tuesday on a Japanese commuter train. The chance to escape appeared when the agent used both hands to play with Charlize?s breasts, freeing the trapped woman?s arms. Charlize shot a right hook to the human octopus? belly button, doubling her over and freeing both their mouths with a simultaneous gasp.

Theron laced her fingers behind the downed woman? neck and pistoned knees up into the groper?s tits...left-right-left-right-left-right?.

Finally tiring of beating the redhead's impressive bosom flat, Charlize let her drop to all fours, trying to moan while sucking in air. Theron picked the agent?s name plate off her desk and smashed it on her head? rendering the ginger unconscious and shattering the nameplate so that only the letters G and K were readable.
Yet Charlize was still the agent's client despite that incident... for two very good reasons. First, she was too good an agent to lose, and second, she had made it clear to Charlize that she knew too many of Theron's personal peccadilloes and had been privy to too many embarrassing events for Charlize to risk her signing one of her rivals and revealing her darkest secrets. The only caveat Charlize had been able to negotiate - and it was a difficult negotiation - was the only physical contact between them could a handshake lasting less than four seconds.

Kate had never experienced anything like that in her time with the firebrand agent and she was glad for it?but she was also a bit disappointed. After all, she was younger and hotter than Theron - so why wasn?t she being felt up?
* * * * * *
After reducing the person on the phone to tears, the sexy yet approachable agent hung up and finally spoke to Kate. ?Kate! Glad to see you! How?re you holding up??

?I?m doing fine; ready to go back out there and win more fights. Who've you got lined up for me??

The agent took her feet off the desk and - lovingly Kate thought - gently returned the faux boob to its lace bra cup holder with its sister. When she looked back to Kate, her normally jovial mood was so somber it jarred Kate.

?About that?I?ve put out feelers but none of the big names, or top venues, are interested in you?

?What?!? Kate sat up in her chair, not expecting this kind of response.

?I?m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that last fight... it seriously damaged your credibility - and not just a little - a lot.?

Kate was stunned! ?It was ONE fight! How much can one little loss hurt anyone's reputation very much - especially a rep as solid as MINE??

?Well there is one offer?? the cagy redhead began as she placed a hand on her mouse, clicked, scrolled, put on her bifocals, leaned into her monitor... deliberately building the suspense while Kate grew more and more anxious... then read aloud the jobs details. "It?s not a lot of money," she warned her. "Oh, and you have to jump out of a cake first." Kate's eyes grew wide and she opened her mouth to protest, then realized she had no idea what to say to that. "It?s...um... a bachelor party... and...uh...."

"I AM NOT," Kate started to protested, her voice rising. Then she stopped to collect herself before she continued, "I'm not hauling these puppies," she cupped her magnificent breasts with both hands, "up out of some horny guy's cake so he can beat off thinking of them. They're just too precious," she said child-like while gazing down and speaking into her bosom as she caressed her breasts as if she were calming a frightened kitten.

The redhead rolled her eyes, remembering how easy it had been dealing with the - compared to Upton - flat-chested Charlize Theron. The agent continued, "As I was saying before you interrupted me... you jump out of a cake at this bachelor party, then you and a stripper wrestle around in an inflatable pool full of pudding." She looked up to see if Kate, who had fallen silent, was still listening - or had maybe fainted.

She was still upright, so the redhead went back to reading off her monitor. "But there's plenty of good news too." Kate looked up from stroking her breasts, finally showing a little interest. "I got the caterer for the party to agree to chocolate pudding, I know that's your favorite, so when you..." here the agent winced just a little, "...when you lick the pudding off the strippers tits, ITS CHOCOLATE! And another plus, you get to split any tips you and the stripper get!?

For a moment, the normally voluble Upton sat stunned into silence, part of her wondering if she never really woke up and this was merely a continuation of her nightmare. Her first thought was, of course, about money. "I have to give some stripper half my tips?" The redhead looked uncomfortable as she had to tell Kate, "Uh, actually, the best I could get from the stripper?s agent was 60-40. Sorry." Kate slammed her hands on the desk as she sprang to her feet.

"There is NO WAY IN HELL I ever give some broken down old stripper forty percent of MY TIPS!! I only lost one fuckin' match?how is this even possible??

The agent squirmed uncomfortably in her chair and explained, "Er that's not exactly right. You keep forty percent of YOUR tips, she gets the other sixty percent... she's keeping ALL of her tips. I really tried to get a better deal; I even went over to her office and met with both of them; I did my best. But this stripper was at that fight and she was adamant, says she's worth two of you. I threatened to walk out, but then her agent took two of these HUGE strap-ons out of her desk and slapped 'em down; told me if I tried to walk out they'd both put 'em on and use 'em on me. What could I do? I'm not going through that again for another client. The Theron thing was more than enough for anyone."

Her agent used the same tone and posture a parent would when explaining to her child why her team lost the little league game, quickly skipping over 'The Theron thing' but Kate made a mental note to find out the details. Information about things like that were like gold in Hollywood. The agent told her, ?You went from being seen as an invincible Goddess to some kind of pathetic loser. The last shot of you anyone saw was you crying...CRYING! Crying out loud... on camera! Jeezuz woman, you can NOT cry in public...ever. And don't get me started about your big ass... all jiggling and bouncing as you ran away... STILL CRYING...only louder.

"Now, if anyone beats you, everyone will say, 'Oh she wasn?t at her best' which means that THEIR WIN means nothing. But if you beat them, their reputation takes an even bigger hit than it would if they'd beaten you. For any opponent, it?s a lose-lose scenario. Right now, you're toxic, kiddo. Nobody will touch you - and I mean LITERALLY, nobody will even reach out to hand you change in a Starbucks for fear they'll accidentally touch you.?

As the redhead spoke, Upton felt herself shrinking smaller and smaller. The reality of her situation starting to sink in. If Kate could no longer fight, her sponsors will desert her! She saw a brief flash of an image where she was struggling, climbing out of this giant cake... nude... at a kid's birthday party no less... and when one of the - older - kids recognized her face and said, 'Hey that's Kate Upton' everyone screamed and ran away in a panic.

Kate blurted it out without thinking, then asked what they - she and her agent working together could do to repair the damage, the agent braced herself and spoke to Kate in a consoling tone. ?Yeah, about that?. I... I?m afraid I?m going to have to drop you as a client.?

?What!!? Kate yelped, her stomach already starting to churn.

?I just got a hot new client and she says I can?t focus on her career if I'm also trying to resuscitate yours. Besides, she sort of... um... well... made it, the way she put it... 'dumping Upton's fat ass' is a condition of her signing with me."

Kate gritted her teeth, trying not to cuss out the ginger bitch ?And just who is it you're so eager to sign that you'd dropping me for her??

The agent lowered her eyes down and to the left and mumbled out her answer in a quiet voice. ??Alice Goodwin?

?AAARRRRAAARGH!!!?

Kate dove across the desk, knocking items off onto the floor trying to grab her, now ex-agent, by the throat. The old redhead, having honed her reflexes dealing with slippery agents and their often brain addled fighters for more years than she cared to remember, pushed her chair back just in time to elude Upton?s clawing hands. Looking like a beached whale splayed on her belly across the agent?s desk, Kate couldn't make up her mind whether to keep flailing her hands at her smirking ex-agent or use them to push herself up.

The redhead solved Upton?s problem by grabbing her clawing right hand by the wrist and twisted it into a hammerlock with one hand; wrenching a cry from the blonde. The redhead then slid her other hand down the front of Kate?s shirt into her bra and pinched her right nipple, her fingernails stabbing into her areola. Kate's cry of frustration quickly turned to one of pain, as the agent was proving to be a bigger problem than Kate had ever expected the old woman to be!

?Lohan?s a surprisingly informative drunk! She taught me a few moves!? she said as she leaned down to whisper in Kate's ear.

?Luh....luh....l...let go you backstabbing bitch!? Kate whined.

?Tell you what," the redhead said, "You win a few big matches and I?ll see if we can find a spot to fit you in.?

The firebrand proved to be not only a skillful fighter, but strong as well. She easily lifted Kate off the desk while maintaining the submission hold. Only the tips of Upton?s toes touched the carpet as her ex-agent marched her through her office, past her smirking secretary who'd seen this scene played out more times than she could count. She marched Kate through the lobby, out the front door, then tossed Kate across the sidewalk where she ended up head down in a garbage can with her feet kicking in the air.

Several passers-by captured the scene on their cellphones - Kate Upton upside down in a trashcan, legs windmilling, the sight of her purple panties causing passing cars to swerve at the last second to avoid collisions. The video would go viral before the end of the day and by dinner Kate's phone was blowing up. On her way back into her office, the redhead saw Kate?s purse on the sidewalk near the lobby door where she'd dropped it during her 'exit'. She tossed it out the door on her way in and didn?t bother to look to see where it landed.

?You forgot you purse!? she yelled over her shoulder as the leather Hermes bag hit Upton in her jiggling ass just as Kate's frantic bucking and kicking tipped the trashcan onto its side with a CLANK. Crawling backward out of the trash bin (which fortunately was nearly empty), the disheveled blonde uttered a string of curse words of varying severity while smoothing her hair and brushing junk food wrappers from her clothing. Her clothes were more or less clean, if wrinkled, but the edge of the trash can left a small tear in her jacket and the top two buttons of her shirt were lost at some point, so when Kate stood up she was showing even more cleavage than usual as she trudged to her car hoping to salvage her day.

After that bad start to her day, Kate's next appointment was a board meeting with her bra company ?Kate?s Kups.? While Kate was the "face" of the company, she didn?t run it and was mainly a figurehead the real owner used to boost sales. Kate owned a chunk of stock in the company but she was just one of many owners, but there was only one board member with a higher percentage of the company stock - Chinse model Lian Xin. They'd met at a photo shoot in Thailand where they came up with the idea together. Two of their three factories were in China, so most of the board treated Lian as the de facto chairwoman.
Kate walked into the American Headquarters giving her employee?s the standard, polite-hello-but -don?t-talk-me greeting she usual did - on the rare days she bothered to show up at all. The workers are focused on their tasks, but couldn't take their eyes off Upton?s jiggling curves. Kate, feeling the power shifting back toward her, subconsciously switched from her purposeful stride to a slow catwalk strut; swaying her hips and giving her breasts a calculated bounce, letting everyone see their All American blonde boss in all her glory (while hiding the rip in her outfit with her handbag).

Kate arrived at the meeting room and grabbed the door knob, planning to swing the door open with relish and greet her partners with a hearty ?Hello!?

?Hell...oh?? The first thing Kate saw was the sheer black mini-skirt on Lian Xin?s round, inviting, ass. Kate?s eyes traveled down her fishnet stocking clad legs to leather pumps. Lian was bent over the conference table making small notes on a contract form. She was the only one in room other than Kate. Instead of her business partners, only empty chairs surrounded the table although a rolling tray of sugary desserts was to Lian Xin?s left.

What confused Kate was that she expected the empty room to be filled with people. Lian finally finished writing and straightened up, either finally noticing Upton or no longer ignoring her as a power move. The Asian beauty turned to Kate, her full breasts shifting in her short sleeve red top, the buttons struggling to contain the unsupported pale mounds. Upton?s eyes dropped instinctively - as they always did - to Lian?s breasts; comparing them to her own, then silently thanking God the Chinese model rarely involved herself in fights aside from a few promotional matches.

?Good morning Kate, how are you today?? Lian purred softly with a trace of her sexy accent.

?Fine, thank you? where is everyone??

?We had a quorum, but I decide it would be best if we are alone as I speak for the board.?

Kate felt the hairs on the back of neck rise as Lian Xin sat on the edge of the table and when she crossed her nylon clad legs the way Sharon Stone had in 'Basic Instinct' Kate sensed that something was terribly wrong.

?What?s happening? Is the company in trouble??

?No, no,? Lian shook her head as if the notion was ridiculous, ?It's just that we've decided that it's best if we make a change in the woman who represents us as the face of the company.?

?WHAT!!?
?Since your loss, the public's opinion of you has plummeted to a point where it?s hurting our brand. Oh, you may keep your shares, so you?ll still be a - small - part of company; I was thinking perhaps I'll spin you off into a separate sub-division. You?ll still have a seat on the board," Lian gestured vaguely to a chair at the far end of the long, long, table; it will, of course, be an honorary one, and you'll be making far less money. But still, in relation to your value to the bottom line, quite a generous compensation for just showing up at a couple of meetings a year...and keeping your mouth shut and your fat ass out of the media.?

?Huh,? Kate was reeling from this latest development and had to hold onto the doorway with one hand to steady herself.

?You won?t be appearing in any more commercials, or print ads - or any marketing at all," Lian said so softly Kate had to strain to her. "You'll serve no real purpose, although Jose in fabric did wonder if you could come by his shop every now and then so he can drape some fabric over those 'beautiful breasts,' his words, not mine, dear. I'm not really sure we will need you to visit headquarters at all, and besides, you?ll making a fraction of what you once did, so why bother to show your face,? Lian Xin explained in a matter of fact tone.

Kate opened and closed her mouth in but no sound came out. Her real life had, somehow, become far worse than the nightmare. Lian seeing Kate's discomfort, was torn between ending this confrontation as quickly as possible? or turning up the pressure to really grind Kate's soul down. ?I know this comes as a shock," Lian purred smoothly. "That's why I wanted to us to speak alone, and had a dessert tray sent to the room,? Lian indicated the high calorie platter with a sweep of her arm. ?I can see you?ve been comfort eating,? she added with a raised eyebrow as her hand swept forward to pat Upton?s belly with clear and undisguised disapproval.

Kate clutched her belly as her body jerked like she?d been shot. The past week of eating a diet that would starve birds had made her uber-sensitive.

Kate couldn't resist counter attacking. ?Who?s going to model in the ads for our products, you?" she scoffed. "You think YOU have the tits for that work??

Lian's confident smile tightened, but she didn't lash out, remaining in control. ?I know I do, and I certainly do for the Asian market. Still, the board insisted that we hire someone else, someone better known and well respected to be the face of our Western advertising. ?

?Ha! Who can meet that requirement? Certainly not McKinney! Not Ferguson. Who??

Lian xin paused, making sure she had eye contact, savoring the moment before she dropped the final blow to Kate's fast fading self-confidence. ?Why, Alice Goodwin, of course.?

?GGGRRRAAARRRGHH!!!? Kate howled like a wounded lioness and charge her business partner, ready to beat the Asian's nonchalantly smug face in. Lian just arched her shoulders and the front of her shirt exploded with a shotgun blast of buttons. The spray of buttons hit Kate?s eyes blinding her, slowing her charge and leaving her unprepared for Lian's counter-attack. Lian slid to the side, then drove a knee into Upton?s soft belly, driving the air out of her. As Kate doubled over, Xin took a handful of Kate's hair at the back of the head, and slammed her face on the table. KLONK! CRACK! BONK!

Kate couldn't slide off the table onto the floor with Lian?s hand holding her head, so she just lay with her upper body pinned on the table top while her lower body, ass and legs flopped aimlessly in the air. Kate was dazed and disoriented from the quick beating, but the sly Asian was far from finished. Still holding Upton by the hair, Lian grabbed the back of her panties and lifted her above her head with barely a grunt, then smashed her down on the desert tray, sending frosted cupcakes and jelly donuts everywhere.

Surprisingly, Lian Xin barely got smudged in the spray as she stood beside Kate who lay immobile across the width of the tray, her arms dangling down the front of the cart, her legs down the back, both arms and legs slowly swinging to and fro. Pain and sugar had blinded Kate and destroyed her outfit in that order - you'd think the pastries would have cushioned the fall.

Lian Xin grabbed the cart and wheeled it out of the conference room, carting frosted Kate past her (former?) employees. Some stood staring in shock; others cheered; a few clever ones rerecorded it for private - and public - viewing later. Like her expulsion from her ex-agents building, this too would go viral - after Lian ordered it posted on the company web site under the headline "Goodwin Our New Face; Upton An Old Ass!"

Nearing the elevator Lian ordered a subordinate to open the doors as she sped up, then as the elevator doors opened, she stopped abruptly, letting Kate's body slide off the cart. She slammed into the back wall of the elevator with a SPLAT, then slid down the wall to sit on the floor with her legs spread and her icing coated bosom heaving as she wept!

Leaving the trolly in the hall, Lian in stepped into the elevator as the doors closed behind her. Pressing "1", she turned to Kate who was struggling trying to get to her hands and knees. Lian grabbed the blonde?s purse (which was still hanging by a strap across Kate's chest) wrapped the strap around Kate?s throat, restricting her air supply. When Kate?s hands went to her neck Lian pulled her up to her knees by the 'leash' and proceeded to kick Kate, her pelvis, right breast, stomach, right leg, then cxnt, cxnt, cxnt!

During the pummeling the elevator stopped at several floors, the doors opening and people who wanted a ride, instead got to see a beautiful woman whipping another like the family pig. When they finally reached the ground floor Lian dragged Kate out using her own purse as a leash, forcing her to crawl on all fours like a dog. After she led Kate out the front door, Xin planted her foot on Kate?s ass and sent her rolling across the sidewalk into the gutter, her breasts leaving dual imprints of frosting each time she rolled over.

Lian Xin dusted off her hands, turned on a heel, with a tiny smirking grin and pranced back in to take control of "her" company. Over her shoulder, she told Kate, "Bye-bye, it was good to see you. Stop by any time you need your fat ass kicked again. I've got a staff of women who'd get off on it. The kicking, not the ass. Nobody wants to see that monstrosity.?

Kate Upton slowly crawled out of the gutter and got to her feet groaning and trying not to cry. Unwrapping the strap from her neck, she limped to an alley and took all the moist toilettes from her purse; trying in vain to wipe off the smeared desserts off her face, breasts, midsection and upper thighs. A losing effort. Taking a moment to comb any cupcake remnants from her hair, she took a moment to center herself. She?s Kate Upton, a champion, had the longest undefeated streak in modern history and an American Icon. She will beat down as many bitches as it took to get to the top again, and get her company back from that black haired and both Lian and Alice will be cleaning her floors with their own toothbrushes when she was done with them!
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Needing the day to end on an upbeat note, Kate decided to stop by her fan club that she knew was meeting today. She would slip in quietly, pay the president to trade clothes with her, then bask in the warm glow of love and praise from her adoring fans. She held on to that goal with a manic grip; her sanity on it?s last legs.

She drove up to the community center replaying the events of this terrible day in her head like a loop. Parking her Mercedes-Benz in back to avoid being seen, Kate ducked around corners and hid behind trash bins to keep her ?homeless in Candyland? appearance out of sight so the usually two minute walk to the meeting took closer to thirty.

Finally reaching the hall, she saw a sign saying she would sign autographs first and her face broke into a desperate grin, then slowly transformed to one of passivity, showing no emotion. Kate turned and walked away, no longer bothering to hide her disheveled appearance.

The sign she'd seen read:

The Former Kate Upton Fan Club
Now Rebranded as
"The Alice Goodwin Fan Club"
HAIL YOUR NEW QUEEN!!!

When Kate got outside, she stopped short; stunned to see someone had crudely keyed two huge breasts into the paint on the hood of her car. She noted it with a curt nod - as of seeing it made perfect sense for the kind of day she was having. As she opened the door to enter her car, an orange SUV sped through a puddle, splashing contaminated water over Kate and dousing her from head to toe; matting her hair to face and turning her blouse transparent; her nipples showing through like exclamation points book-ending her most awful day ever.

Kate spit out a mouthful of nasty water and nodded glumly, muttering, ?Yep, makes sense. I shoulda expected that.?

Kate drove home in her wet clothes and after entering her palatial home through the garage, she stripped off everything and left her wet clothes in a pile on the kitchen floor, unable to muster the will to walk the extra ten feet to put them in the laundry. The housekeeper had the night off - but even if she were there it wouldn?t have mattered; her world was an all-encompassing morass of dull, gray, emotion.

Kate trudged upstairs to her bedroom, stepped into her shower and turned it on full strength; her head bowed the entire time, afraid to lift her eyes for fear she'd accidentally catch a glimpse of her own reflection in one of the many mirrors. After drying her supple body, the iconic model slipped into fluffy pink bathrobe and then down to the living room where she sat morosely crunching on celery sticks; the lights and TV both off; her phone unplugged.

She didn?t know how long she sat there - as far as she was concerned she?d sit there the rest of her miserable, pathetic, loser life. In reality, however, it had only been three hours of slowly munching celery and staring into the abyss of her fast-fading career before the doorbell's chiming awakened her from her trance-like state.

?Probably Alice 'fuckin' Goodwin coming to kick me out of my own house," Kate thought. "Wouldn't that be a fitting end to the day.?

Kate opened the door and she felt a pang of disappointment when she saw it wasn't Alice Goodwin at all. Alice's expected appearance would - at least - not have been as much of a surprise as the woman who was standing there? Blake Lively was dressed in a pleasing-to-the-eye, floral summer dress and fashionable sandals, her expression one of concern for the busty model before her who resembled nothing but a shadow of her former glamorous self.

?Kate?? Blake asked as if she couldn't believe this pathetic creature was really Upton.

?Lively?" Kate mumbled. "Wha... what... what?re you doing here? Did you buy my house??

Confused by the non-sequitur, Blake raised an eyebrow as she inched closer, the way she would approaching an easily frightened deer... or a psychotic homeless woman with bed hair wearing a fluffy bath robe and gnawing noisily on a celery stalk. ?You, uh, invited me... don't you remember?" Blake said uncertainly. "You left a voicemail...??

Kate, her face blank, glanced to the side as if looking for someone off stage to hold up a cue card to help her get back on script. She flashed back to earlier that morning, a phone call that felt so long ago. Then the penny dropped.

"Oh. Right. Come in.? Kate turned and walked robotically back into the living room, not looking back to see if Blake were following her. After a brief hesitation, Lively followed her and - just like every other time that Kate had her back to her - Blake?s eyes were fixed on the depressed blonde?s ass. It wasn't something she was proud of; in fact, she usually tried with all her willpower to resist it, but she'd never overcome the urge despite being humiliated by Upton time and time again. The woman barely even remembered her name, for God's sake... adding insult to indignity!

And every furtive look at that ass acted like an addictive cocktail of shame and lust, building within her a narcotic need for more and more exposure? But tonight was an exception!  Blake had had seen Kate's backside so many times from many angles, it was as if she could read her mood by it... like a form of perverted palm reading. (She recalled she'd learned the same way to read Theron's moods by studying her tits; and Jeri Ryan's mood by staring for hours up into her... STOP! Blake didn't want to think about that superpower; one she'd apparently acquired unawares thru hours of ogling women's girl bits!

Blake intuited that Kate was depressed as fuck! Her once proud posterior that had once bounced lightly as she walked in a way that seemed to mock Blake, now rolled with her hips in a way that sent the message, ?Don?t look at me, I?m hideous.? Blake followed Kate into the kitchen where she opened her fridge to reveal rows and rows of celery, sesame seeds and kale. Not a cake, pie or beer to be seen. How did Kate maintain her curvy, full figure, on a diet of rabbit food, Blake wondered?

"Oh my god, she?s a serial killer. I?m going to die tonight aren?t I," thought Blake as she stared at the perfectly straight rows of healthy food. Kate opened a drawer next to the fridge and took out some cellophane and used it to wrap up the uneaten half of the celery stick she'd been gnawing when she opened the door and placed it on the top shelf, completing the row.

?I forgot to go shopping today, we could order pizza,? Upton intoned flatly, still staring into the fridge. "The Healthy Heathen delivers to me. I usually order the arugula, kale and bean sprouts supreme. Would you like that on the thin and crispy rice cake, or the spinach stuffed rice flour crust?" 

Blake timidly and gently, placed a hand on Kate?s shoulder and Kate looked up quickly, reacting with surprise. Lately, every physical contact she?d had was intended to hurt or embarrass her. Turning Upton slowly to face her, Blake moved closer, her hand still on Kate?s shoulder as she spoke softly, ?Kate...are you... uh, alright??

Upton blinked, staring at her in confusion. "A note of genuine concern? Was this some kind of trap?" Kate thought. Blake gently squeezed the larger blonde?s shoulder, encouraging her to talk. Kate began to shiver; her eyes tearing; her lips trembling. She choked out a ?Guh!? Then wrapped Lively in a rib cracking hug, and started sobbing loudly and wetly on Blake?s shoulder. Praying that Kate wouldn?t break her in two, Lively rubbed Kate?s back saying soothing things like ?there, there? trying to hide how uncomfortable she was.

For the next two hours Blake sat listening to Kate blubber about her horrible day in extreme detail. Finally, managing to escape Upton?s constrictor-like embrace, Blake got them relocated to Kate?s living room where they sat on the couch. Lively with an arm around Kate?s shoulders, the other on a knee, both hands squeezing and rubbing as Kate struggled as she recounted the most painful parts of her day. Unbeknownst to Blake, Upton?s diet made her body more sensitive, so Lively?s touch sent waves of pleasure to her core, amplified by Blake?s comforting tone.

To Kate, it felt like she was being served a hot meal after days in the frozen wasteland of the Arctic. Lively was one ray of sunshine after what seemed like months of darkness. Paired with her stimulating touch, Kate began to imprint on Blake. The buxom blonde who once viewed Blake as merely an easy win, then had grown to see her as an unlikely friend, now felt the seed of obsession began to grow in Kate and with that came the idea that if Blake became aware of it, she would run from her house in a heartbeat.

As Kate recounted her Kafkaesque ordeal Blake tried to soothe her, while internally she was freaking out. She expected Kate would still be a little upset after her loss, but weeks of nightmares, setbacks, and embarrassments had turned Kate into every woman seeing 'The Notebook' for the first time. Another layer of this awkward cake was Kate?s nightmare. When Upton told Blake the story of seeing Alice Goodwin clones, Lively wore a mask of concern, but mentally her head was spinning because Lively too, was having strange dreams and she'd wanted to talk to Kate about them. It was the reason she'd left her a voicemail message to that effect.

Thankfully, Blake realized that Kate had forgotten about Blake?s dreams which were worryingly similar - but with one huge exception. In Blake's dream, instead of Alice Goodwin, Blake?s nemesis was Kate Upton. But since Lively?s overture to befriend Kate in her time of need, she has relived every bad experience she'd had with Upton in her nightmares - with the added benefit of them playing out in front of the huge crowd at the Queen of the Beach Tournament.

Spanking, smothering, beating, paddling; all happened regularly in her nightmare, but her 'favorite' thing - if the worst thing that can happen meets any definition of 'favorite' - was dreaming she was being led around naked on all fours, being choked by her own bikini top leash, while her bare ass was whipped, all that in front of a cheering audience. That one was a nightly occurrence. From Upton?s confession, the night terrors of both women had started about the same time...yet another connection between the golden haired fighters.

Once Kate?s wailing had subsided to a sniveling, Blake tried to make her focus on brighter things. ?So, what?s your plan? Your goal now?? she asked still rubbing circles on Kate?s back.

?I don?t know," Kate sniffled. "Maybe I?ll find a rich, old dyke and be her trophy wife. I need stability now that my fighting career?s over." Kate looked at Blake and wondered aloud, "Say, is Theron single at the moment?" As Blake sat stunned, unable to think of an appropriate answer, Kate shrugged. "Well, never mind. I guess it doesn?t really matter. I can steal her away from whoever she's with if I need to.?

Blake stopped rubbing Kate?s back and looked at her, realizing that, just perhaps, she wasn't joking. ?What do you mean?? she asked in confusion.

?Well, I can?t go in the ring the anymore, and I don?t know if my reduced pay from my company will..."

SLAP!!! Blake fired off a harsh, left-handed slap at Kate?s face, twisting her head to the side and sending her hair flying.

?AAAHH!!? Kate looked back at her in shock...

SLAP!!! Blake slapped her other cheek.

?AAHH!!? As Kate brought her hand to her cheek, Lively grabbed the front of her robe and pulled her close, almost causing her breasts to spill out.

?Are you seriously going to retire after one loss!?? Blake demanded with a hard look in her eye.

?I... I... I can?t... no... body will fight me," she whimpered. "I just got laughed out of my own company... (sob) and my own fan club??

Blake reared back for another slap but Kate flinched away, hands up protecting her face. So Lively switched targets and slapped Upton?s right breast, slamming it sideways into her left breast with a loud SPLAT!

?AAAHH!!!?

?You do NOT retire after one loss! OK, maybe you cry! But you get the fuck over it! You train harder! Then you win the next one! What the hell's wrong with you woman??

Fearing another beating, Kate struggled to escape Lively?s grasp. But Blake, in response to Upton's attempt to run, swung her leg to straddle Kate?s waist and sat on her lap, pinning her to the couch. Making sure she had eye contact, Blake continued, ?Look at me! LOOK AT ME! You were unbeaten before Goodwin! Were they all jobbers? Were they fighting blindfolded? NO! You beat the best of the best. It just happened that - on one day - Alice was a little better.?

Kate opened her mouth, then closed it, needing a moment to mull over Blake?s conviction. This ?tough love Blake' was new to Upton and part of her liked it. The seed of obsession in Kate began to grow.

?If? if I fight again? people will demand a rematch with Alice. I don?t know if I can face her again... not after what she did to me,? Kate admitted with a deep blush.

Lively let go of Upton?s robe, cupped her exposed breast and tenderly put it back inside her robe, then put her hands on Kate?s shoulders, ?You don?t want to fight her again because you were embarrassed,? she stated flatly.

Kate nodded, afraid Blake would slap her again if she spoke. Blake leaned in so close their lips almost touched and resumed speaking in tone that was hard for Kate to gauge; somewhere between accusative and supportive. ?Do you remember our fight at the tournament? You choked me with my own top and dragged me around on all fours! You made sure the cameras got just the perfect pictures of my face!?

Kate grimaced and looked away, ?I... I'm sorry? so sorry. If I'd known...?

?STOP!" Blake snapped. "Not what I?m looking for! You?ve hurt and embarrassed me time and time again. I would still fight you in an hour if I needed to! Because one day I?m going to beat you and then the fact that I went through what you put me through will only make my victory sweeter. Oh, and when I strip you and lead you around on a leash kicking your ass... I'll love every second of that, too.?

That seemed to strike a chord with Upton, who sat a little straighter and dug her fingers into the cushions of the couch. ?But what about Alice? I don?t know if I can..."

?You?re scared of Alice? Do you remember the time I accidentally scuffed one of your high heels at bar? You threw your drink in my face, punched my puss; tore off my dress and spanked my bare ass then and there. Oh yeah, and THAT was on my birthday! Or how about the time you wanted to psych me out before a match I had with someone else? You lied to Salma Hayek about me, said I made fun of her McDonald?s commercials. She broke into my house smothered me out, and snapped all my bras in half in front of my just by arching her back. Yep. I sure have plenty of reason to hate you!"

?Wait, there's more. How about Jennifer Lawrence? You saw her rising the ranks fast, so you sabotaged her... pretended to be her friend, got her drunk and fed her rich food so she?d be in bad conditioning for her Christina Hendricks fight. SHE WAS DESTROYED IN THAT FIGHT! Hendricks jugged her out all over the arena and wouldn?t stop 'til Jen submitted on a live mic.?

?When you walked down the street, unless they wanted your autograph, everyone crossed the street! You were the baddest bitch on the block before - and you can be again! So, you?re going to get off this couc...

"UUMPHH!?

?GGRRAGH!?

Kate grabbed Blake by the head and pulled her face into her chest for a breast smother. She'd felt a surge of a nameless emotion building throughout Blake?s speech to the point where something burst and all she saw was white. Upton synched her grip to plant Blake?s face deep in the hot valley of her cleavage, easily riding out Lively?s futile and fast-fading struggle against the oxygen debt overcoming her. Blake squirmed and punched Kate?s belly but her weak attempts had little effect. With her legs bent straddling Kate almost belly-to-belly, Lively couldn't put any power into her punches. As she ran out of air, Blake?s fists slowed until they were nothing more than weak, pathetic, slaps. Kate rolled her shoulders, repositioning Lively to a more secure pose, trying to ignore the feel of Blake?s hot breath and smooth cheeks on her ultra-sensitive jugs.

Blake?s slapping hands slowed to a snail?s pace then stopped and fell limp against Kate?s hips as her strength and oxygen both were exhausted. Kate leaned back and released Blake?s face, spreading her arms with a flourish, tossing her limp body like laundry on the couch where Lively lay face up, one leg dangling with her foot on the floor, her arms above her head. Kate stared at her a moment, enjoying the sight, then pounced!

Grabbing Lively?s dress at the neck, Kate ripped it off her in one grizzly-like swipe, leaving Blake in a set of yellow Foxers' bra and panties. Blake barely stirred as she was being stripped, and did little more than moan despairingly when Kate carefully slipped her underwear off, not ripping them then putting them in the pockets of her robe where they'd be handy later as bindings should Blake wake up and require restraints to keep her still.

Kate pulled Blake up by one arm, stood her briefly, then let her fall forward onto her shoulder. Grabbing Lively?s butt with both hands, Kate carried her upstairs; with each step causing Blake?s face to bounce against Kate?s butt cheeks. At the top off the stairs, Kate turned the down the hallway to her bedroom and on the way passed a small table with her smartphone on it. She had left it upstairs earlier so she couldn?t hear the constant din of her frenenemies sending videos of that day?s misadventures; some edited with Looney Tunes sound effects and graphics added. The last one Kate saw before she gave up had been one from Tahnee Atkinson showing Upton rolling in the gutter covered in cake - followed by a sad trombone riff.

Picking up her cellphone, Kate speed-dialed one of her contacts. ?Hey it?s me? come over, I?m ready to get back in the game... and as part of the kickoff, we?re going to spit roast Blake Lively!? She hung up and carried Blake into her darkened bedroom, dropped the phone on her mirrored dresser and slapped Blake's ass before tossing her limp body on her bed.

SPANK!!!

?AAH!?


?Uuunnh.? The next morning Blake woke up alone... naked... tangled in sheets... her body aching and she felt sore in several strange and unexpected places. Blinking in the morning sunlight, Blake sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. Seeing her bare breasts in the mirror across the bed, Blake realized for the first time she was nude. With a squeak she quickly covered up, swiveling her head, her stomach clenching at seeing unfamiliar surroundings.

She got out of bed gingerly walked about the room holding the sheet to her body while looking for her clothes - all the time trying to ignore the soreness in her breasts, her vagina, her ass, and even her jaw. Particularly disturbing, she could even feel it in her toes. Finding only torn strips of her underwear tied to the bedposts and furniture, she gave up and searched through the dresser drawers but only found panties and bras of varying colors and sluttiness, plus the bras were so much larger that they triggered her old feelings of low self-esteem. In the end, Blake she chose the clothing that would cover the most skin - a sheer white silk robe that was almost see-through in sunlight - and so light it felt like she was wearing nothing at all. The material was so soft it was like a thousand fingers lightly brushing her skin, giving her gooseflesh and made her nipples two hard points, tenting the front of the robe.

As Lively walked carefully down the hall, she kept trying to remember anything from last night! Her last memory was of giving Upton the ?toughen up? speech she had practiced over and over in the mirror before...

UPTON!

I came over to talk to Kate last night and she was way worse off than I thought. I remember giving her my ?Coach Mickey? speech and then she grabbed my face and forced it between her big, soft, warm...FUCK!

Blake shook her head trying to derail THAT memory. Halfway down the stairs she caught a whiff of smells that brought to mind an IHOP with five-star rating. Following the smells, she walked into a kitchen and saw that it was basically a breakfast buffet laid out on Upton?s kitchen table. A melody of French toast, bacon, fruit, cereal, and other goodies. At the stove sat Kate in a pink silk robe the same material as Lively's. Kate was making a omelette and swinging her hips to an empowering pop song for white women with poor taste.

Blake could tell from the jiggle of Upton?s ass that she had gone from being depressed as fuck to ecstatic and ready to fuck. Kate turned in a pirouette and when she finally noticed Blake, a wide grin spread across her face. She turned off the stove and jiggled over with a bounce in her step and her breasts.

?Oh, good you?re up!?  Upton greeted her and wrapped her in a crushing hug, Blake?s tits pancaked and even as she tried to respond, she gave it with a high-pitched moan. Kate had hit all her sore spots at once, even her ass where Kate made it a point to dig her fingers in and mold her cheeks like potter?s clay. Upton only let go when she felt Blake was about to submit, and only then backed off just far enough so their nipples were still in contact formed a bridge between them. Kate also kept a firm grip on Blake's hips with both hands, though her right hand often left to rake her fingernails over Blake's belly and make circles on her sensitive mons pubis.

?I have to thank you for what you said last night; it really shook me out of my funk,? Kate said, though there was a maniac look in Kate?s eyes as she said it and Blake found it really frightening.

?Whe... where'd the food come from?? asked Blake, worried she had been unconscious longer than she thought.

?During last night festivities I Facetimed the company that owns Whole Foods. They?re my new sponsor! I found negotiating a contract while pounding 12 inches of strap-on in a chick is a strong opening move,? purred Kate while keeping unblinking eye contact.

?What are y... Omph!?

?How?s it taste?? Upton reached behind herself and grabbing a Nutella covered banana shoving it in Lively?s mouth. Pumping it up and down while Blake instinctively suckled, afraid to disobey who Kate hadn't broken eye contact! ?Last night was so much fun, right?? Kate asked while shimmying her shoulders playfully, her nipples batting Blake?s left and right, causing Lively to flinch as her lips slid up and down the banana.

Blake wanted to ask what happened...but then some of last night?s events flashed in her mind, making her face pale as her mouth sucked even harder. Kate's smile grew bigger, seeing Blake's reaction as affirmation.

LAST NIGHT

?Grrraggg!!!? The sounds Blake was making were borderline animal as her hard nipples scrapped over the cool window glass while Kate took her from behind with a big black strap-on. What had started on the bed, quickly traveled around the room ending at the window. With one hand Kate held Lively?s hair in ponytail grip while she used the other to spank Lively?s firm ass, making sure she felt the sting by whipping her arm back and forth; making sure she alternated cheeks with each swing - forehand on the left cheek, backhand for the right - making sure she put a lot of thought into their position, swiveling her hips; making sure she got more power behind each spank; making sure Blake reacted more to each thrust of her dildo!

At some point Upton pulled Blake off the glass and opened the window, shoving her entire upper body out the window before she resumed thrusting. Blake?s orgasmic screams carried on the wind as Upton?s signal to the world, ?I?m back Bitches!?

Blake had been only dimly aware that at some point, she'd heard the doorbell ring. Kate had left Blake to go answer it, leaving Blake shuddering, panting, and too limp to move, still draped over the window sill breathing the cool evening air. When Upton returned, Blake?s jugg-shocked and orgasm addled brain saw twins! Two Uptons who proceeded to bend Lively in every position and take her in every orifice as Blake faded in and out of consciousness, while two blondes ripped climax after climax after climax from her. The last thing Lively remembered before falling into what can only be described as a ?sex-coma,? was that she was suspended in air with one of Kate's huge strap-ons in her ass and another one jammed in her mouth. Which one was the real Upton? Was Kate, Kate, or was she Kate?s evil twin? Or more likely, 'the good twin' given Blake and Kate?s prior history.

PRESENT DAY

Lively was about to pull her lips off the banana to ask Kate who she was when she felt two manicured hands slap and squeeze her ass, causing her to give a startup and bite the banana in half.  Turning her head, she saw?Brooklyn Decker! SHE WAS the 'other Upton'!

?Hey Blake, glad to see you up!? greeted Brooklyn; wearing an identical robe to Kate's as she pressed her groin against Blake?s ass and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. Upton cupped her hands to Lively?s cheeks, stepped so close Blake feared she was going to kiss her. ?I?m so excited we are going to be training together; the three of us will rule the ring.  I?ll get my company back, I?ll destroy Alice Goodwin, who'll be lucky to get a job cleaning my floors in the nude with her own toothbrush when I?m done with her!?

?What are you talking abou?oh noooo....,? Blake trailed off as she remembered a particular low point last evening.

LAST NIGHT

?You going to train with us? Huh? Are you, you bitch!?? Kate had put on a pair on vibrating massage gloves, and now as one hand manipulated Lively?s breasts, the other slowly teased Lively?s clitoris. Upton pressed her breasts into Blake?s back as she made her sit on the mystery Upton?s lap with a strap-on up her ass. Subtly moving her hips to edge Blake near to - but at - the biggest orgasm of the night until Blake had agreed to train with them. Otherwise, they would keep on the precipice of madness.

?Nnngh, n-no?

?Say it! Say it, you bitch, say you will or I will keep this up for days!?

?Gah! Hhah! Hhhaaa...? Blake?s body began spasming like her pulse, she was covered in so much sweat, it looked like she just came out of the shower. She squeezed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth, resisting as she tried to deny Kate this one thing after she'd taken everything else from her!

Kate removed her hand from Lively?s breast and inserted her fingers into her extremely sensitive pussy, Blake?s eyes flew open and her mouth dropped open, though she was unable to form words or make sounds. Upton brought her face so close to Lively?s that when she spoke her lips brushed hers.

?Are you going to train with us??

???Yes? Blake squeaked.

Kate grinned and crushed Blake?s lips in a powerful kiss, her hands a blur as she used every technique she knew - and inventing a few more on the fly. Blake came quickly and loudly; her scream so high-pitched that dogs two blocks away started barking their replies, no doubt envious of whoever the bitch was getting the fucking of her life.

PRESENT DAY
   
Blake shuddered as a phantom orgasm rippled through her body as the memories of her ordeal flooded her conscious mind. Brooklyn removed her hands from Lively?s waist to cup her firm little breasts, barely enough to fill her palms, leaving her fingers free to pinch and tug at Blake's nipples.

?How about a quick workout before we eat,? Decker asked with a coy grin.

Kate nodded smiling. She scooped Lively up and sat her ass on the table, their position mirroring those of last night on the couch with Blake?s legs bent and straddling Upton?s waist, though the power dynamic had very definitely reversed as Kate wrapped her arms around Blake?s back, trapping Blake's arms to prevent her from resisting as Kate sucked her nipples.

 ?Hold on guys... let...lets talk... about this,? Blake stalled nervously. As Blake tried her best to resist them, Brooklyn grabbed a cucumber from a vegetable medley and positioned it ready to be speared into Blake?s ass.

?N...now hold on ...let?s... GAAAHHHH!? The breakfast buffet became a late brunch as Brooklyn and Kate?s workouts weren't as quick as advertised, much to Blake?s discomfort.
* * * * * *
Several hours later, Blake lay between Brooklyn and Kate holding her own cellphone. "Go on, make the call," Brooklyn said, her fingers caressing one of the several dildos she'd introduced Blake to over the late morning and early afternoon. "Just tell her you're here for dinner and Kate wanted you to call and invite her to join us. That Kate has a plan for blonde hegemony that you think she should hear."

Still Blake hesitated. She knew no good could come if this, but she was at the end of her ability to resist. Another hour or two would not only put an end to her resistance, but possibly her ability to have children.

Kate pushed the phone to Blake's lips as her hand between Blake's thighs caressed her. "You know you want to, just do it. I hope you don't think because of what I said last night I won't love you every bit as much as before. In fact, if you do this for me, I'll love you all the more. I mean, sure I'll be sharing you with Brook, but you haven't minded so far. You seemed to be into her. It just means you'll be sharing me with her, more for all of us. Now, before you get me angry again," she said threateningly, "make the damn call!"

Blake shivered as Brooklyn pinched her nipple for the thousandth time and hit number one on her speed dial. The call was answered on the second ring and the person on the other end sounded excited to have seen Blake's name on her caller ID. 

"Hello, Charlize. Hey, I'm at Kate Upton's for dinner. Kate wanted you to call and invite her to join us...."
THE END of the beginning, but is this the beginning of THE END?

[boobytrap]

Tried to fix the punctuation problem but 3 hours later I gave up

[Vitezislav]

That was really good. I can't wait to see Kate Upton back in action against Alice Goodwin.

[Vitezislav]

Alice milking Kate was beyond epic, luckily for Kate it was just a bad dream.

[boobytrap]

Thanks man, I really liked that part.

[ricky89]

Great story, can't wait for Kate revenge