My mouth is bleeding, Molly thought, and as soon as she did, Tina’s fist smashed her lips again. She couldn’t get off her knees. Why in stories about heroically confronting bullies does the bully back down instead of beating you to your knees? The pocket between her lower lip and her teeth filled with blood; she felt it overflow at the corners of her mouth. Her bully’s fist punched her cheekbone, a diamond engagement ring ripped her flesh. Her head whipped sideways under another punch and through the tears in her eyes she saw the blood spatter hit the wall.
Molly lunged into Tina’s legs. The brunette caught a heel in the carpet and pinwheeled her arms as she fell hard into the coffee table, scattering hotel knickknacks. Molly flung herself onto her. She twisted one of Tina’s arms behind her back, wrenching her wrist high up between her shoulder blades. Tina groaned, and the sound made Molly wet. She reached around her enemy and dug her fingers into her swinging breast. Molly had just that afternoon gotten a manicure, and the glossy lacquer on her nails disappeared deep into Tina’s flesh.
“Oh you fucking whore!” Tina screamed. Molly bent her over the glass-top coffee table, dragging her armlock higher, pushing Tina’s tits flat against the surface, her claw still buried in one. Scott’s cock was only a few feet away. “Your husband likes watching me hurt you,” Molly said. She had her feet under her now, set wide, pushing down on Tina’s back. “I like that he likes it. Come see how wet I am, Scott. Just a little feel - for now.”
He did it. Scott pulled her panties aside and pushed his fingers into her. Tina couldn’t see it but Molly was so wet she could hear it, and it drove her crazy. She thrashed and screamed but all that did was push Molly’s nails deeper into her. “You’ve always been so fucking proud of your big fat tits,” Molly said. “Not after tonight, you won’t be. Not after I slice them up and fuck your husband with your blood under my nails.”
By dumb luck, Tina’s stiletto heel stabbed into Molly’s ankle, knocking her foot went out from under her. Molly lost her grip, and Tina whipped her elbow into her mouth again. Molly’s chin was covered with blood by now; it dripped on her chest, ran between and over her breasts. Tina broke free completely, gripped two hands of hair, smashed Molly’s face down into the table. Again. Again.
Molly thought her nose was broken. There was so much blood on the glass now. She lolled there, in a daze. Tina had let go of her hair. Where had she gone? She looked at Scott. He was staring at her, with a weird mix of lust and horror. The blood in her throat made her cough, a spray of droplets. It was hard to breathe. It was harder still, when Tina wrapped the black lace demi-bra around her throat and twisted it.
“Oh fuck, Tina!” Scott was panicking. His wife was out of control, fucking berserk. “Don’t kill her!”
“Fuck you, Scott! You put your goddamn fingers in her like you do every fucking slut at that car dealership!” Tina raged. She jerked her garrote back and forth, whipping Molly’s hard tits from side to side. Molly’s face was darkening. No air.
Tina lifted her. The closest bare wall was actually the window. She splattered Molly’s tits on the glass, ground them in a circle. The silicone shells inside them flattened, the thick gel inside them compressed. Oh god it hurt. Only the lace cutting into Molly’s throat kept her from screaming. Tina pulled her back, then slammed her forward again. The glass shivered in its frame.
Tina threw Molly back to the center of the room. She landed on her back, and sucked in a deep shuddering lungful of oxygen. Then Tina was on her, straddling her. Her thumbs stabbed straight down into Molly’s nipples, her four fingers found the still-new scars in the creases under her breasts. She squeezed, and pulled up.
“How much can you take before they pop?” Tina snarled. “I’ll make you Little Molly No-Tits again, how about that?.”
Molly’s feet hammered the carpet. Her arms were pinned under Tina’s legs. For Molly at that moment there was nothing in the world but pain. She’d come here tonight, to the reunion, to show everyone how she’d changed, what a success she’d made of her life. She’d come here, to Tina’s suite, to face her demon, the woman she hated the most. Nothing had changed. The demon still tortured her. The pitchforks in her breasts were agony, but it was the humiliation that was hell.
Tina savored every scream. Fuck law school. Fuck exciting career. Fuck you, Molly. Little No-Tits. She squeezed, as hard as she could, trying to rupture this fucking cxnt’s implants. It took all of Molly’s strength, every ounce that she could summon from her core, to buck Tina off.
Tina lunged back at her, but Molly’s hand closed on a set of wooden coasters, part of the crap knocked from the table, six of them in a little box mimicking drawers in a chest. It wasn’t a great weapon, but she smashed it into Tina’s face. The brunette crashed to the carpet next to her, stunned.
Molly leaned against the tv stand, sobbing. She cradled her boobs, gently testing them. Oh fuck they hurt so bad! She never saw it coming.
From the floor, Tina kicked her, heel first. The four inch stiletto speared straight into Molly’s right nipple. The implant didn’t burst, but it shifted. The center of gravity of Molly’s breast moved. The second kick moved it more. Molly screamed, until the third kick landed, and she blacked out.
Molly came to, lying half in, half out of the walk-in shower in the bathroom, cold water pouring off her face. The edge of the shower stream drummed against her horribly swollen breast. Her nipple didn’t remotely point forward any longer.
Tina sat on the closed toilet lid, watching Molly. When she was confident that the blonde woman was fully coherent, she stood up, took careful aim, and stomped her spike heel into Molly’s pussy. Molly didn’t realise until that second that her panties were gone. Her shriek echoed in the shower stall.
“Are you ready, Molly?” she asked when the shriek died.
Molly gave no answer, only sobs. Tina turned off the water, stomped her cxnt again. Her heel nearly ripped Molly’s clit off.
“Are you ready,” Tina said, with exaggerated patience, “to beg me to let you lick my pussy?” She played with the shower door while she waited. It was the kind that slid horizontally on a track.
Molly nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t bear any more. The familiar shame of her childhood poured over her. Everything she’d done in the past ten years didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was escaping the bully.
“Say it,” Tina said.
“Please, Tina,” Molly sobbed. “Please.”
“Please what?” Tina cocked her head; feigning confusion.
“Please let me lick your pussy,” Molly whispered.
“What a delightful offer!” Tina said. She helped Molly sit up, moved her a little, made her more comfortable. Then she gripped the shower door with both hands and smashed it shut. The left side of Molly’s chest was in the way. The edge of the door hit her breast like a dull guillotine.
“Let’s put a pin in it for now, shall we?” Tina said, as she leaned on the door with all her weight.