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HEREKate hadn't been told who she would be fighting, which was one sign of where she stood now. Another being that she'd been asked to be ready for one p.m. and the clock above the door was showing one-thirty and except for her the room was still empty. Kate pushed herself up off the bed, straightened out her purple panties and looked round for a camera close to eye level. Having found one, she stared into the lens.
"Just to be clear, I don't care if this is someone's idea of a clever joke, or if the woman I'm supposed to be competing against is too frightened to show up. To whoever eventually deigns to walk through that door, I am going to humiliate you. And for every additional minute that you keep me waiting, it will only be worse. So unless you are harbouring a secret desire to suffer unnecessarily, I suggest you be quick."
Sarah watches Kate's frustration play out on her smart phone from an adjacent room and found the Brit's annoyed tone absolutely hilarious. Feeling that she's tormented her opponent just enough, Sarah finally saunters up to the door that leads to the lingerie-clad Kate Beckinsale. Taking a moment to adjust her own black bra and panties, Sarah gives the door a playful knock before opening it slowly and striding confidently inside.
"Kate Kate Kate..." Sarah cooed, "You're not going to be humiliating anyone, and after I'm finished with you, you'll never want to be in front of a camera again."
First, she felt relief that Shahi wasn't some full-of-energy Millennial, looking to make a name for herself at Kate's expense. Next came the realization that Sarah was crazy hot in her black undies, which stirred up a weird mix of emotions; doubt and anticipation and pride in her own body. But Kate pushed both those feelings down and gave herself over to a third. Fury at the notion that a ######ty ex-cheerleader, a network tv ensemble actress, a nobody whose biggest accomplishment was a ratings-bait girl/girl kiss, would have the audacity to keep her waiting for thirty minutes.
She stepped in close with Shahi, making the other woman acknowledge Kate's height advantage, forcing her to look up. "I don't know who it was that convinced you this was a good idea, but when the swelling has gone down and you can speak again, fire them."
Done with talking, Kate filled both hands with Sarah's shiny dark hair and yanked her towards the bed.
Sarah went along with Kate as she was roughly yanked toward the bed. "I know you -ugh- want to #### me -oww- but you should at least buy me dinner first." She laughs as Kate throws her on the bed and quickly climbs up after her. Sarah is quick to meet her though and prevents Beckinsale from establishing any sort of offensive position. Kate tried going for her hair again but Shahi prevented that by grabbing the other woman's wrists and digging her fingers into the painful pressure point just below the palm.
Kate's arms went limp and she yelped in pain as soon as the shorter woman dug into the underside of her wrists and she quickly scrambled off the bed and away from the painful counter attack.
"You b###h!" Kate screamed while trying to shake the pain out of her forearms.
Sarah just smiled in response before adding, "And that was just your wrist... Imagine what I can do to the more sensitive parts of your body..."
Little was going to plan for Kate so far. Whatever grip the b###h used on her wrists had hurt, but what really pissed her off was Shahi's refusal to be intimidated.
Sarah remained on the bed, her arms out behind her, shifting on her butt to prevent Kate from outflanking her. And grinning.
That grin had to go.
"B###h." Kate muttered it this time, pacing the carpet.
"Awww. Come on and cuddle. I won't bite. Well, unless you ask."
She rushed the bed head on and took the impact of Sarah's heel in her tits, knocking her back. She rubbed her breast and scowled. Sarah continued to grin, mouthing the word 'ouch' as she tracked Kate's movements. Three more times Kate tried to board and was repulsed; the final time, Sarah drew up her knees so Kate fell awkwardly against her shins, then as their hands wrestled she was able to get her feet up against Kate's belly and kick her, hard. Kate slithered to the floor on her knees, her right arm across her gut, body throbbing. She pushed to a seat against the bed. As she panted her breath back she heard a creak above her head before Sarah's feet came down either side of her on the carpet. Sarah's hand reached down for Kate's breast...
Enjoying her early dominance and loving the sight of a winded and gasping Kate Beckinsale, Sarah scooched herself to the edge of the bed and lazily draped her legs around the woman sitting just beneath her. Gazing down as Beckinsale's chest heaved with inhale and exhale of breath, Sarah reached down and before Kate could stop her, filled her hand with Beckinsale's lace covered right tit and squeezed. The grin on Sarah's face grew ten fold as she felt the soft flesh bulge through her fingers.
Kate may not have been able to prevent Shahi's breast claw, but she wasn't about to let it continue, and seeing Sarah grinning in the mirror as she continued to twist and squeeze her tit enraged the Brit until she couldn't take any more. With a scream of rage, Kate grabbed Sarah's wrist with one hand and her bicep with the other, an instant later and Shahi was somersaulting over her and landing on her back with a heavy 'THUD' between Kate's legs. Wanting to take advantage of Sarah's sudden disorientation, Beckinsale quickly scrambles herself on top of Sarah's chest.
The hard landing had left Sarah's eyes unfocused. Kate kept her that way by bouncing her head against the carpet a few times. Aware that she had somewhat lucked into a good position, Kate lifted up then sat down hard, her ass heavy on Shahi's rack. Sarah's dark hair had settled across her face and it lifted with her exhalation.
Still pissed at the attack on her tit, Kate reached back and slapped her open hand down on the black panel of material covering Sarah's crotch and when Sarah cried out, quickly hooked both hands inside her open mouth, pulling on the b###h's jaw.
"Aaggh aagh mmfff aah."
Sarah's arms came up, reaching for Kate's wrists again, but this time Kate gritted her teeth and fought through the sharp pain. After a few seconds Shahi switched to slapping ineffectually at Kate's shoulders; she bucked her hips to try throw Kate off. The noises from her throat sounded increasingly panicked. Eventually she latched her hands in Kate's hair, dragging her in close. Kate spread her legs and slid her butt back so they were belly to belly, aware of the heat of Sarah's tummy and tits as they bumped against her. The new angle was awkward; she withdrew her fingers from Shahi's mouth to claw at Sarah's cheeks, her own face tucked in safe against the other woman's neck.
"####! You vicious cxnt." Sarah beat her fists against Kate's back, squirming underneath her like she hoped to wriggle free. Kate spat out a mouthful of sweaty hair and sat up on Sarah's chest, pinning Shahi's wrists above her head.
Grimacing in frustration as Kate pinned her down, Sarah once again began struggling to free herself, shimmying her shoulders which only caused her breasts to further pancake themselves underneath Beckinsale's considerable ass. She kicked her legs and twisted her hips in a fruitless effort to unseat her foe, but nothing was working and it couldn't have made Kate any happier; showing her teeth in that brilliant smile of hers for the first time in the contest.
Enjoying her dominant position, Kate began to swivel her hips and grind her backside into Shahi's tits, trying for all she was worth to pulverize Sarah's rack into dust. While the trapped woman was focused on the pain in her chest, Kate quickly adjusted her grip on Sarah's wrists in order to free one hand and deliver a cuffing slap to Shahi's left cheek before reapplying her hold to secure Sarah's wrists.
"You b###h!" Sarah spat, her voice seething with rage and frustration as her attempts to free herself grew even more frenzied and desperate.
"Don't you see that this is where you belong, Sarah?" Kate responded in a condescending tone.
Shahi simply glared hatefully up at the dominant woman while suddenly bringing her knees up and slamming one onto her spine while the other sunk into the soft spot between her ribs and hips.
Jolted forward, Kate made a grab at Sarah's trailing hair as she slipped out the back door, but missed. They stood up and circled, Sarah adjusting her top, Kate pushing her hair out of her face.
"Keep your fat ass off my tits and your fingers away from my mouth, you botoxed b###h."
Kate didn't answer. She had no interest in fighting Sarah at range, especially in the wide open space around the bed. She stepped in close, taking Sarah's fist on her lead arm, reaching for the other woman's head. But Shahi was athletic to a degree Kate couldn't match; in an instant she'd hopped on Kate's back, arms and legs wrapping round her neck and waist. She stumbled under the additional weight, reaching for her throat, fighting the urge to panic. A crushing squeeze nearly buckled her knees, her groan choked off by Sarah's bicep. She blundered for the wall.
But it must have been obvious what she intended to do, because Sarah slipped lightly to the floor, her feet making no sound on the thick carpet. Kate gasped for air, lightheaded from the choke. She felt Sarah's hand grip the waistband of her panties, warm fingers, nails scraping her thigh. Another hand on her wrist and she was rotated, shoulder first, into the wall. She cried out at the sharp pain. Sarah pushed her flat against the plaster, bullying Kate, holding her in place with a palm in the small of her back and a rough forearm against her head, squashing her face awkwardly to one side.
She alternated knees into Kate's buttocks, stopping occasionally to body Kate into the wall or chop in a quick kidney punch, keeping her disoriented. Kate grunted, whined, reached back with her hands to try protect her backside from the punishment. Sarah kicked her legs apart and switched to kneeing the insides of her thighs.
"Gonna numb your ancient ass before I spank it," she panted. "How's that for humiliation?"
Kate's loose hair hung in disarray over the half of her face that wasn't planted against the unforgiving wall, blowing outward and then falling back after each of the trapped woman's sharp exhales. The bursts of air from her lungs were matched by the thudding sound of Shahi's knee impacting her inner thigh, or ribs, or fleshy behind and even an occasional shot directly between her thighs that may or may not have been errant strikes. It didn't matter for Beckinsale if the low blows were intentional or not at this point; the only thing that mattered now was finding a way out from her defenseless position.
Her head still held in place by Shahi's forearm, with an added helping of a fistful of her brown locks; and one arm immobilized by Sarah's strong grip around her wrist, and pressing it firmly into the small of her back, which she was sure now had an imprint of her own knuckles. Kate still had one free arm but it was the one opposite to where she was facing, which only made her escape even more difficult.
"Your legs are gonna be jelly after I'm finished." Sarah leaned in to whisper in Beckinsale's ear, pressing firmly on the side of her head, grinding Kate's porcelain skin into the rough plaster.
As much as it hurt, both physically and psychologically, this was just was Kate needed, Shahi in close and unsuspecting. Reaching back with her free hand, she fumbled around Sarah's midsection until she felt the smooth fabric of her panties and quickly yanked up, giving the shorter woman a painful wedgie, meanwhile, Kate's right leg had also come up and then came crashing down on the top of Sarah's foot.
Surprised at Kate's underhanded tactics, Shahi tried to keep her pressed into the wall, but with only one good foot and her hand that had been holding Kate's wrist now trying to unhook Beckinsale's other hand from her panties, she was unsuccessful. Kate managed to push off the wall far enough to plant her foot squarely on it and shove backwards, toppling both women over backward with Kate landing heavily on top of Sarah.
It was the second time Sarah had landed hard on the carpet. She held her head in her hands and groaned. Kate rolled to her knees, not trusting her legs to support her weight. She smiled at the job she'd done on Sarah's panties; the waistband was up round her belly button, the black fabric stretched into a thin line between her pussy lips. Kate took it as a sign of how much the impact had hurt Sarah that she'd made no move to tug her bottoms back into place.
Still on her knees, Kate pulled Sarah's head up into her lap, heartened by the vacant expression she saw. She popped Sarah a sharp, jolting right to the jaw, bringing her fist back quickly. Sarah's head lolled to the left; she raised her hands to block the next shot. Kate laughed, reaching over the top to pull the cups of Sarah's bra off her tits and squeeze.
"B###h." But Sarah could only mumble it, and when she grabbed for Kate's wrists, Kate sat back and punched her face again. When she tried to cover her head, Kate went back to her boobs, whiteknuckled with the effort of working them.
Eventually Kate shifted her weight onto her heels, her fist held up above Sarah's face. She feinted to throw a punch, grinning at Sarah's involuntary twitch and jerking hands, at the redness of her tits, her bra bunched underneath them on her chest, her misshapen panties.
"Looking like a beaten ######, Sar." She gave Sarah a slap that was almost a pat on the cheek, then reached for her tits again.
Shahi's arms and legs came up in unison. Kate blurted a cry as her hair was snatched and she was yanked off balance and pulled forward until her head was between Sarah's upraised thighs. Suddenly caught on all fours in the scissors, she felt Sarah's hands shoving her butt, and she was twisted down onto her side by Sarah's lowering legs. They lay inverted. Kate could taste Sarah's sweat on her lips. She punched blindly at the lean muscle of Sarah's thighs, kicking out to try capture Shahi's head in a scissors of her own, fighting off panic at how quickly things had changed.
Sarah was pissed, and still a bit dazed from the blows to her head and face, but the anger she felt at being exposed by the haughty British b###h was quickly replacing the fog in her mind. Using her newly found energy, she continued to squeeze Kate's head, the powerful muscles in her thighs trembling from exertion as she strained to crush the other woman's spirit. While Kate was busy flailing her limbs in a desperate and amusing attempt to free herself, Shahi took a moment to readjust her bra and then reached down to pull the fabric of her panties out of her crotch.
With Beckinsale's face still firmly wedged between her vice-president thighs, Sarah reached down Kate's sweat-slicked stomach until her fingers met the lacy edge of the purple panties. "I believe I owe you this..." A devious smirk crossed Shahi's face when she yanked upward, forcing the material to disappear into the trapped woman's sex. Sarah's smile grew even larger when she felt the hot breath of Beckinsale's scream get lost in her own panties. The vibrations she felt in her nether regions gave Sarah another sinister idea and she was quick to put it into action. Reaching behind her and grabbing I fistful of Kate's hair and pulled up, forcing Beckinsale's cheeks to slide up her burning thighs until the Brit's nose began to unwillingly prod Sarah's sex. Although her undergarment saved Kate from the full Shahi experience, she vowed give her the full effect before the night was over. "How do you like that Katie darling?" She asked in a faux British accent while she still had Kate's head trapped between her sweaty thighs.
Kate could only groan in response, further exciting her foe in the process, while trying to come up with some sort of plan to get herself out of this nightmare she found herself in.
For the longest time Kate had only grudgingly given credit to the women she fought. She was better at that now, she thought; if anyone asked she would have no problem admitting that the power in Sarah's thighs was terrifying. She didn't used to be so undignified, either. She wondered if all the wedgies and clawing of tits were in some way a denial of getting older.
Your mind's wandering, she told herself.
She felt lightheaded, uncertain if she'd blacked out or not. Trapped in the scissors, at some point she must have stopped dragging her nails across Sarah's back, because her hands were on the carpet. Sometimes Sarah spoke, but Kate couldn't make out what she was saying. Her fingers were so deep in Kate's hair they were scraping her scalp.
She didn't used to bite other women on the pussy.
Sarah screamed and bucked her hips and slapped the top of Kate's head, but somehow she kept her legs shut. Kate could hardly breath; her mouth full of Sarah's panties, her nose pressed against the b###h's crotch. She got to her knees. Sarah's legs lifted off the carpet to maintain the hold.
Sarah continued to wail at the top of her lungs while Kate kept her teeth clamped down on her most sensitive region. She had lost the dominant position and was now on her back, but she somehow managed to fight through the pain and keep her legs closed around Beckinsale's head but they were beginning to tremble and she didn't know how much longer she could stand the pain in her crotch. Feeling her hips rise up off of the floor as Kate got to her hands and knees above and slightly to the side of her, Shahi once again punched and clawed and pulled at Kate's head, trying to pry her mouth away from her crotch; and she finally succeeded when her left leg shook violently and sprang open, freeing a gasping, red-faced Kate Beckinsale.
Sarah pounded the floor in frustration at losing her dominating scissors, and then immediately began tending to her wounded pussy. She saw Kate a few feet away, holding her head and groaning while she breathed heavily. Not wanting to give her opponent any respite, Sarah rotated her hips and attempted to get up to her knees but fell back down cupping her aching crotch as it burned with excruciating pain. 'That dirty b###h!' Shahi thought to herself as she continued to try and relieve the pain.
Getting to her feet, Kate stumbled over to the wall and slumped against it, coughing. She pushed a clump of hair off her forehead and, becoming aware of Sarah's glare, stared back, unwilling to concede the other woman anything now.
"So that's what they mean by that British decorum, is it, b###h? Because next time your mouth is down there you won't be using your teeth." Sarah's wiped her eyes with her left hand. Her right hand was still pressed to her crotch.
Kate inclined her head towards a dark circle in the wall that indicated the presence of a camera, pressed her lips together in a thin smile. "Here's a suggestion. Scoot your arse that way, spread your legs, and keep doing what you're doing. You can make yourself some extra money." She was encouraged by how steady her voice sounded, encouraged too, by how long it was seemingly taking Shahi to recover. Pulling her own bottoms back into alignment she hurried over and dragged Sarah up by the hair and into a tight side headlock. She walked them both into the kitchen, with vague thoughts of bashing Shahi's head against a hard surface. The headlock was applied with as much strength as she could manage, and it was hurting Sarah. It must have been, from the way that the b###h was gasping and grunting and slapping at her bicep. Once in the kitchen, Kate let go and straightened Sarah up before slapping her a right hand that came with a full swing of the arm and ended with a crack that echoed off the windows.
Sarah staggered into the dinner table, her upper body slopping across the glossy black top, legs buckling as she tried to stay off her knees. Quickly, Kate moved in behind her, yanking her head up off the table, breathing out hot on her neck. "Don't you ever shove your cxnt in my face again, you no-name ######."
"Ooohh, b###h." Sarah's body tensed as Kate slid a hand inside the back of her bottoms, taking a moment to squeeze her firm rump before reaching in lower and further, lifting Sarah by the crotch and the hair and then dumping her onto the tabletop.
Her face already contorted into a pained grimace from the slap, Sarah winced when Beckinsale's fingers brushed against her wounded pussy and then groaned in pain when she roughly used it as a holster to pick Shahi up off her feet and unceremoniously deposit her in a heap onto the slick table. The feeling of the cool surface was a relief to her hot skin and Sarah felt a moment of bliss before Kate's warm and damp flesh pressed down into her own. Sarah then felt Kate sit down heavily on her lower back and before she can do anything to prevent it, her upper body is jerked up off the table by a fistful of her hair.
"I wonder how flexible this fit body of yours is; so let's find out, shall we?" Sarah can feel Kate's words on her skin before she hears the words, but they become crystal clear when Kate yanked back on her hair and forced her spine into a very unnatural and painful shape. Her legs uselessly draped over the edge of the table, Shahi only had her arms available to her in order to get out of this, and with Kate behind her it made it awkward and difficult to get a grip on Sarah's antagonizer.
Shahi resorted to clawing at Kate's legs but the Brit was more clever than Sarah gave her credit for and she quickly finds one hand trapped by Beckinsale's knee and the other in the grip of her free hand.
The hold was a good one for Kate, allowing her to hurt Shahi without too much risk to herself, though Sarah's fit body was remarkably flexible - presumably from years of yoga - and there was a limit to how much Kate could make her suffer this way. Their linked hands wrestled close to Kate's thigh; they dug their nails into the backs of each other's fingers, into the skin where the thumb joined the hand. Kate tried to grind her knee into Sarah's pinned wrist, also, but she was worried about losing her balance on the table top.
The kitchen had full length windows overlooking the water and the sun was hot and bright and right in her line of vision. She blinked sweat out of her eyes, felt it run down her nose. Sarah's shoulders glistened; soon she would look like she'd been hosed down. Kate twisted her fist so that more of Shahi's thick black hair was wrapped around it and pulled back harder, wishing she had an additional hand so she could bring it down on Shahi's upturned face with a whistling crack. Her knee briefly slipped on a slick of sweat and she tensed, aware once again of the precariousness of the spot. Carefully, she shifted herself off Sarah's back, and while keeping the grip on her hair, clambered down off the table.
The punishment Kate had taken during the fight was settling upon her. Her legs felt stiff and an ache was forming in her thighs and rear end, where Sarah had kneed her; her head throbbed with a pain like a hangover, exacerbated by sudden movements. Her energy level could drop quickly now. A ripple of nerves went through her gut at the thought of what might happen if she lost.
Their right hands were still interlinked. She rapped Sarah's knuckles against the tabletop to free herself, and now with two hands in Sarah's hair she slammed the b###h's forehead against the black lacquer. She did it again. And again. Sarah's left leg lifted a little; the toe of her right foot dragged a greasy streak across the shiny surface. Kate hoped that it was almost done.
Moving round so that she was standing over Sarah's head, Kate pulled her by the hair until her upper body hung off the table, tits sagging into the empty space. It was a little awkward positioning her head between Kate's thighs - the height of the table wasn't quite right - but Kate was able to do it after a few seconds or so of shoving. She braced her hands against the tabletop and started to squeeze.
In a daze from her forehead being introduced into the solid, unforgiving surface of the table, Sarah was immediately brought back to reality when she felt Kate's thighs clamp down impossibly tight against the sides of her head. Shahi groaned in discomfort as she felt the surprising power surging through the Brit's legs and into her skull, pawing desperately at Kate's thighs in a futile effort to pry them apart, or at least stop them from seemingly continuing forever inward.
Having no success separating Beckinsale's bulging legs, grasps the back of the dominant woman's thighs and sinks her nails deep into Kate's alabaster skin, painfully reddening her flesh in the process. Shahi hears Kate groan in discomfort and gets a sense of relief that her plan is working. That feeling is short lived however, because Beckinsale's thighs did not relent and continued to crush Sarah's head between them.
"You miserable b###h!" Kate shouts between gritted teeth as Shahi's nail continue to dig in to her skin. She reaches forward and with both hands yanks up on Sarah's panties with all of her might. Shahi screams in agony as the material is stretched to it's limit while digging painfully into her already abused lower lips. Thankfully for Sarah, the pain only lasted for a few moments as the fabric mercifully tore away from her body and was now shredded in Kate's hands. Realizing that she was now bottomless gave Sarah a twinge of further embarrassment, but being hopelessly trapped between Kate Beckinsale's thighs was still much worse. And when Kate began to smack her now nude backside, her humiliation increased monumentally.
Sarah needed to extricate herself from this position somehow, but Beckinsale seemed determined to squeeze Shahi until there was nothing left of her. Running out both options and oxygen, Sarah did the only thing she could think of and pushed herself forward into Kate, using her shoulders to shove Beckinsale backwards and topple her over. Kate still had her legs clamped down around Shahi's head however, so she was dragged off of the table along with her, Sarah's skin producing a high pitched 'squawk' as it went. Beckinsale landed hard on her ass and Sarah landed on top of Kate's legs with her head still in between them.
Rather than disengage, Sarah came for Kate, bracing herself with a splayed palm on Kate's thigh and pushing off her knees to land on Kate's belly. Kate bucked her hips, panicking at the thought of being mounted when her energy was so depleted. In the subsequent squirming they ended up spooning, Sarah's bare pussy up tight to Kate's ass, their heads in close, left cheeks against the tiles. Hair trailed across Kate's face. The sun was so bright in the window she had to squint.
"When you're showering for the fifth time tonight, trying to scrub the smell of me off of your face, just remember that you were the one that started all this, you nasty old tramp." Sarah pressed her hot palms against Kate's mouth and nose. She'd already scissored up Kate's right leg.
The smother had trapped a long strand of hair in Kate's mouth, though she didn't know if it was her own or Sarah's. The hair tasted of sweat; she felt as though she was choking on it. She tried to use her feet to roll them so that she was on top of Sarah, but she had no leverage. Sarah's head position kept her safe from Kate's nails.
"Mmmphh." Each sucked in breath barely found air. At one point the hand across her mouth went away briefly, but before she could react it was back in place, only now Sarah was holding a balled up piece of her torn panties which she pushed past Kate's teeth into her mouth.
"Little preview, b###h. Gonna get it straight from the source later on."
The disgusted grimace that Kate expressed at having to taste Sarah's sweaty undergarment brought a smile of satisfaction to Shahi's face and she made sure her hand remained clamped over Kate's mouth so there was no way to spit out the offensive material. Keeping her hand smother locked in place, Sarah rode out Beckinsale's frantic bucking, feeling the panic set in in the other woman Shahi was confident that the end was near for the older actress. Wanting to further aid her efforts to make breathing impossible for the Brit, Sarah unwrapped her legs from around Beckinsale's right leg only to lock them around her abdomen instead.
Shahi's hand smother technique wasn't perfect and allowed Kate to get the tiniest sip of air with each breath, but now with Sarah's thighs squeezing around her waist, every exhale from Kate allowed Sarah to further compress the other woman's midsection, making breathing all but impossible for the trapped woman. Loving the frantic squirming that Beckinsale is exhibiting, Sarah keeps her smother and scissors in place as she feels Kate's struggles get weaker and more sluggish with each passing second.
"Feel that?" Sarah cockily whispers into Kate's ear. "That's your old, tired ass body giving out to a higher end model." She continues, blowing a few stray damp strands of hair away from Kate's ear. With her focus concentrated purely on smothering/squeezing Kate Beckinsale into unconsciousness, Sarah neglected to keep track of Kate's hands and that oversight was an immediate regrettable decision when Shahi once again felt her pussy being pinched, scratched and squeezed by Kate's frantic fingers. Sarah was determined to keep her dual hold on for as long as takes to end Kate, but the pain in her crotch is quickly becoming unbearable as tears start to well up in her eyes.
Kate used her tongue to push the wadded panties past her teeth, though Sarah's palm kept them trapped in her mouth. Her ribcage felt as if a fire had been kindled within it. A consuming heat was rapidly building inside her.
She pulled and twisted Sarah's pussy lips, but the angle of her arms and the limited space between Sarah's legs and her own back meant it was difficult to work the b###h properly, and she didn't know if the crying she could hear came from Sarah's mouth or her own. She opened her eyes. The sun was too bright so she closed them again.
Slowly, she squirmed her hand further between Sarah's legs until she could push the tip of her middle finger into Sarah's asshole. Sarah cried out; right away her thighs softened, she quit smothering Kate's mouth and nose. Kate turned her head and spat out the spit soaked ball of Shahi's bottoms and gasped out a breath. She brought her hands up to her face, sobbing into her palms.
They lay on their backs. Sarah's left leg was still underneath Kate's body. Kate tried to gather herself for something, though she wasn't sure what.
"Nasty b###h," Sarah sounded almost incredulous as she panted it. She slapped her hand down on the front of Kate's panties, then pushed under the waistband and grabbed for her cxnt. Kate blurted a sob before she reciprocated; too tired to lift her head, she groped her fingers across Sarah's sweaty belly at first, her hips coming up off the tiles as she tried to squirm away from Sarah's grip.
Sarah gasps as she feels Kate's fingers glide over her stomach and then gently brush against her lower lips. She tried to close her legs to hinder Beckinsale's advances, but with Kate still lying atop her left leg, it was a futile effort and she lay helplessly on her back, spread eagle in front of the camera. Begrudging her position, Shahi huffed and focused on causing as much pain in her rival as possible while she gritted her teeth in anticipation of Kate sinking her nails into her already abused pussy.
As expected, Kate clamped her thighs together, making it all the more difficult for Sarah to get the grip that she wanted on Kate's womanhood. Unexpectedly, she never felt the anguished sensation of Beckinsale clawing and scratching at her pussy. Shahi was horrified when instead of feeling pain, she felt Kate slide one of her fingers into the damp slit between her thighs. With Beckinsale's palm pressing firmly on her clit, Sarah had to struggle to stifle a groan of pleasure before it slipped passed her lips and into Kate's ear.
"Wha- whatareyoudoing you.. you sick b###h?!" Sarah blurted out as she squirmed against Beckinsale's probing finger. "Get your skank hand away from me!" Shahi was not prepared at all for this type of attack and as she fought back the desires of her own body, the attack on Kate's womanhood was all but forgotten as she focused on removing Beckinsale's prodding finger.
Sarah was wet. When Kate began ####ing her she tried to bite off a moan but couldn't, bare ass squirming on the tiles. Her curled left hand went still inside Kate's bottoms. Kate felt a rush of relief that, finally, something was working. She took Sarah's hand by the wrist and pulled it out of her panties, let it fall between their bodies, short dark hairs stuck to the fingertips. Shahi seemed pinned to the floor by Kate's finger in her pussy, Kate's thumb rubbing her clit. Kate got to her knees and awkwardly clambered over Sarah so that she was now to Sarah's right. She pinned Shahi's forearm with her knee, leaving only her left hand free. Her eyes were squeezed shut, face flushed and sweaty and partly obscured by her hair. Kate had a second finger inside her at this point, working her hard.
Her bra unfastened at the back, so Kate pulled the cups off her tits like before. The redness was almost gone, her nipples stiff, pointed at Kate. Kate wanted to bite them, the same instinct that made her want to scratch and hurt Sarah's cxnt, but she wanted to win more. She lowered her head and sucked the closer nipple into her mouth, circled her tongue around it before moving to the other, listening to the changes in Sarah's breathing.
Sarah was at a complete loss as to how things came to this, being ####ed on the floor by the woman she had just been dominating. Gritting and grinding her teeth to try and keep from moaning, Sarah was struggling to keep control of her own body as her hips seemed eager to rise up and meet each of Kate's thrust of her fingers; her ass making a wet, meaty 'thwap' as it came back down onto the tile. "I came here to fight, not to- oooohh-uunngh.. not to ####." Sarah groaned, her voice becoming breathy and raspy with desire.
Kate cracks a smile when she hears Shahi's now husky voice. "Funny you mention 'come' Sar, because I think you're about to..." Beckinsale mocks as she continues to plunge and withdraw her fingers from Sarah's snatch, feeling the other woman get warmer and wetter with each passing second.
"Nooo! Uh-UGGH-HNG Stop!" Sarah shouts, tears welling up in her eyes as she desperately tries to push herself away from the inevitable. Kate added a third finger and resumed tonguing Shahi's nipple. Sarah's eyes started to roll backward once Kate's thumb began to gently stroke the now sobbing woman's clit.
Kate wondered if maybe Shahi had some kind of kink, to be able to come so hard after the punishment Kate had meted out to her pussy. Or maybe I'm just that good, she thought, feeling better at the thought the fight might finally be over. Sarah arched her back, her tits up high off the floor as Kate's fingers drove her on. The noise she was making - a mixture of sobbing and panting and moans - was so loud now that Kate thought about sitting on her face to keep her quiet. But who was there to hear? The threats they'd both made before the fight had been all that was keeping Kate going at one point, the fear of Sarah smothering her out, ####ing her, though as she'd watched Sarah writhe and spasm it seemed impossible to imagine them the other way round.
She picked up the torn scrap of Sarah's panties, still slick with Kate's saliva from where the material had earlier been stuffed in her mouth and spat out. She scrubbed her fingers clean and, holding Sarah's legs apart, wiped her pussy and the inside of her thighs and then yanked on her hair till they were looking each other in the face.
"I told you that I'd humiliate you," Kate said. "I think we can both agree that what just happened meets that description. Now either you open your mouth and find out how truly nasty you taste, or we keep going."
Still gasping and twitching while the last waves of pleasure faded from her, Sarah now found herself face to face with the woman who had just forced her to orgasm against her will. Kate then held up the soaking black undergarment that was pungent with Shahi's own familiar scent and was now demanding that Sarah willingly allow it into her mouth as penance. Still reeling from the orgasm, Shahi was slow to comprehend what Kate wanted, but a quick and violent tug on her mane made Sarah more aware of just what was asked of her.
"N-no." Sarah groaned through tight lips while shaking her head side to side. "Your sick mind got what you wanted, you ####ing tramp, but I'll never do anything you ask of me." She says defiantly.
"Typical American arrogance." Kate sighs. "You lot never know when you're beaten, do you?" She continues with a snarl as she shoves soiled garment into Shahi's face, trying to brute force it into the other woman's mouth, shoving Sarah back down to her back in the process.
Already exhausted from the fight and her orgasm, Sarah knows she has almost nothing left in the tank to fight back with, but she's too proud to willingly submit to anything the British b###h wants. She still tries to fight Beckinsale off, however ineffectual it may be; Shahi's hands paw at Kate's wrists and then forearms, biceps quickly following and ultimately reaching for Kate's tits, anything to avoid the prospect of swallowing her own soaking panties.
It didn't bother her too much that Sarah wanted to fight on. Judged by the barely-there grip on her rack, the b###h had nothing left to give beyond more of her pride. Her torso was slippery terrain by now; Kate slid easily from her belly over her tits and into a high schoolgirl pin that trapped Sarah's arms awkwardly inside Kate's knees, reaching up to tug on her tits.
"Nasty b###h. Couldn't beat me in a straight up fight. Had to cheat. Couldn't keep your skank hands off me, could you?"
The jibe pissed Kate off. She thought of it being repeated by other women at parties, of that being how this was remembered.
"This was a fight, ######." She stroked strands of wet hair from Sarah's face. Sarah's eyes followed her other hand, the one holding the wadded up bottoms. "You lost. And now, first, you're going to eat your panties. Then you're going to eat my arse." Shahi's eyes went wide as Kate pinched her nostrils shut, pressed the panties against her lips. When she tried to buck Kate lifted her butt a few inches and sat down hard, grinding on Sarah. "Open your ####ing mou-Aww, ####. B###h!" Sarah's flailing hand had hooked in Kate's hair, pulling her down so that their faces were close together. Kate panicked, tossing her head, tears coming to her eyes at the unexpected pain. But suddenly Sarah gasped, her mouth falling open to pull in breath. Seeing her chance, Kate pushed the panties past her teeth, forcing them to the back of her throat as she gurgled and coughed. Letting go of Sarah's nose, Kate used her now free hand to force the fingers from her hair and wrestle Sarah's arms to the floor until Kate could pin them under her knees.
"Mmmmfff. Mmmmffff."
Her palm was covering Shahi's mouth. She nodded her head in faux-understanding. "I know. You do taste disgusting. You should probably look to alter your diet. Maybe start with a good solid portion of rump meat." Her lips widened into a smile before she laughed at the ridiculousness of it, covering her mouth in an unconscious mirroring of Sarah.
"Mmmf- MFCK mfyoou!" Sarah tries to shout and then gags as she feels her juices drip from her panties and fall to the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow her own secretions. She stared daggers up at Kate through bleary eyes that were bloodshot from her sobbing and still full of tears while Beckinsale continued to hold the soiled panties in her mouth.
"Now Sarah, I seem to recall the rush you felt when my nose was pressing against your disgusting snatch, and since I got you off, it's only fair for you to do the same right?" Kate asked in a playful voice, and a wicked smile pursing her lips. Her voice dropping an octave to a more serious tone, she continued, "It's going to happen one way or another, the only choice you have is whether or not your nasty panties remain in your mouth or not."
Sarah squeezes her eyes shut in absolute horror at the thought of having Kate Beckinsale grind on her face, but she involuntarily spit out the underwear when Kate took her hand away. "Good choice." She heard Beckinsale say above her. Sarah opened her eyes and looked up at Kate with a defeated, pleading expression, begging with her eyes for Kate not to go through with this. Shahi caught a glimpse of compassion from Kate, but it was the last act of the triumphant Brit as she slid forward and buried Sarah's face in the darkness of her facesit. Shahi's heart sank as she forced to breathe in Kate's arousal, even through her panties, it was strong and pungent and made Sarah gag on the aroma.
It had been a while, but the motion came back to her easily enough. Though if there was one thing Kate remembered about going for a ride, it was that your panties only got in the way. She got to her knees and hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them off, twirled them round her finger a couple of times, giddily excited now at having committed to this. Sitting down again, she quickly got back into rhythm, biting her lip at the sensation of Sarah's nose and lips against her pussy. She came quickly, closer than she'd realised, shouting out "####," twisting one hand in Shahi's hair and reaching back to rake her nails across the b###h's belly with the other.
Once her breathing had evened out she rolled off Sarah's face. The adrenalin was seeping out of her and her legs felt limp, but she no longer feared any reprisal. For a few moments, as she lay on her back and listened to Sarah quietly cry, she thought that this was enough, though Kate had never been a woman who was easily satisfied, and she soon realized that it wasn't. "I seem to remember promising you my bum," she said, pushing wearily to all fours. One more time, she wound a handful of Shahi's ravaged hair around her hand. She wiped her own thighs and sticky crotch with it, hard, sudden movements that jerked Sarah's head. Then she shuffled round so she could kneel facing Shahi's feet. "Got anything to say?" she said, looking over her shoulder.
"Yeah. Your pussy stinks, and that is the saggiest piece-of-shit excuse for a booty I've ever seen." Sarah sniffed, wrinkling her nose. Both of them burst into laughter. It was up there with the strangest few seconds of Kate's life. She lowered her bare ass onto Sarah's face.
