Its two jobbers in one match as Alison Brie and Mila Kunis meet face-to-face. Both girls have shown their inability to perform against top-tier opponents, with each racking up some truly humiliating losses in the past. Because of this, the powers that be have put them in the inaugural “Fight For Your Right” match. The rules are simple: both girls will be dressed in basic white bra and panties to start the match, and the winner is whoever makes her opponent submit. No frills, no fancy entrances, no elaborate costumes. The winner then has the right to subject the loser to whatever she wishes. This isn’t so much a match-up looking for a winner as much as it is two women looking to not lose.
Both girls stood in their respective corners hoping and praying that they could find a way to win. Neither one wanted the indignity of another loss, and the thought of enduring the penalty for defeat was too much to think about. The referee wasted little time in ringing the bell in hopes that this potential train wreck would end mercifully quick.
Mila and Alison circled one another, neither woman really willing to make the first move. Their hesitation was understandable, as neither woman really had a winning game plan they knew they could execute. Alison took the first swipe at Mila, but Kunis had enough smarts to move. Brie tried again, swinging wildly and coming nowhere near her intended target as she lurched forward. Kunis snatched the back of Alison’s hair and yanked her to the mat.
Before Brie could realize what happened, Mila pounced on top of her, pinning her arms down with her knees. “Could it really be this easy?” Kunis thought as she was resting comfortably on Alison’s pillowy chest. She looked down at the dazed opponent and smiled. “Flat on your back already? But then again, that’s not much of a surprise from what I’ve heard.”
“That’s so rude!” Brie replied as she tried to unseat the lithe brunette.
“Aw? What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Kunis wanted to stress the predicament Alison was in, so she began to bounce up and down on her boobs. “Your tits might be all flabby, but at least they’re comfortable.”
“Stop…doing…that…” Brie whined in between bounces. She began to wiggle furiously, finally unseating Kunis mid-bounce. Alison rolled to her side and held her chest as she shot Mila a deadly glance. “Alright, fine. You want to play by those rules? We’ll play by those rules. No more Miss Nice Girl.”
“Oh please,” Mila replied with her hands on her hips. “What are you going to do? You don’t just look like a cream puff, you are a cream puff.”
Brie charged Kunis again, enraged at her opponent’s taunts. She buried her shoulder deep into Mila’s stomach as she tackled her. Alison and Mila rolled around on the mat, jockeying for position. They each latched on to the other’s hair as their limbs became entangled. The high-pitched screeches they were emitting signaled that all the hair pulling was working. As they rolled, they got dangerously close to the ropes. Mila caught a glimpse of this mid-roll, so she pushed herself forward and let got, which sent Alison careening out of the ring and onto the thin padding outside.
Alison landed with a dull thud as she was unable to brace her fall. The impact knocked her senseless, which is a bad place to be so early in a match. She was lying on the concrete staring up at the lights, unsure which were real and which were in her mind. One thing was certain, she was in trouble.
In the ring, Mila peered down and admired her handiwork. She rolled under the bottom rope to pick the proverbial bones clean. “Flat on your back again? You’re quite the little skank, skank.” Kunis fired off a quick kick to Alison’s ribs. “What was that about you not being Miss Nice Girl anymore?” she asked as she again kicked the downed and hurt Brie. “Because I have no problem not being nice anymore. I learned a lot of dirty tricks in that ring,” kick, “and I’m going to use every,” kick, “single,” kick, “one.” Kick.
Alison’s ribs were throbbing from the assault, and without much chance of her protecting herself, she was a sitting duck. Mila positioned herself behind the downed Brie, and as Alison slowly got to her knees, the cruel Kunis punted her between her legs. “Whoops, sorry about that sweetie,” she taunted as Alison crumpled to the floor. “Did I hurt your pussy? I promise to make it up to you later, pudgey.”
Mila rolled back into the ring after the ref threatened her, fearing that a disqualification would cut short the fun she had in store for Alison. Kunis relished the fact that she was finally facing an opponent that she could dish out the punishment to. Mila’s career had, up until this point, found her at the mercy of bigger and meaner women. In Brie, she found an opponent that should dominate and show the world that she could be just as vicious and nasty as anyone.
On the outside, Alison was still clutching her wounded womanhood. “Fuck,” she thought, “I’m going to lose to Mila. My career will be over. I’ve gotta do something.” She willed herself back to her feet, ignoring the pain she felt throughout her body. Brie slid into the ring, but was immediately met with stomps from Kunis.
“Who told you that you could come into my ring?” Mila taunted as she dropped foot after foot onto Brie. Kunis grabbed Alison by her hair and yanked her to her feet. She flung the girl across the ring with a vicious Irish Whip and the careening Brie smashed into the unforgiving turnbuckle. Mila followed quickly behind, smashing into Alison at full speed.
Brie flopped forward, dropping unceremoniously to the canvas. Mila looked down and noticed her top had moved out of place, exposing her nipple. “Whoops, how embarrassing. Alison, was that your plan all along? To get me to take my clothes off? You know, you could have just asked. But since you didn’t, I’m going to have to teach you a little lesson.”
Mila rolled Alison onto her back. Brie, dazed from the impact in the corner, didn’t put up any resistance. Kunis sat on Alison’s stomach, pinning her hands down with her knees. “So now’s the part where you beg for your career, bitch,” Mila said as she slapped Alison in the face.
“Uhh…” was all Brie could say. She was in a fog and now, unfortunately for her, she was at the mercy of Mila. Kunis reached into Alison’s top and pulled out her breasts, exposing the alabaster skin and pink nipples to the air. Then, without hesitation, Mila grabbed her already stiff nips and began to twist. “Nooo!” Brie screamed as her tender tits were being yanked. Alison’s sensitive globes had often been a target in matches, and the cruel tugging of her nipples by the determined Kunis was sending her into hysterics.
“You don’t like my foreplay?” Mila asked innocently. She let go of Alison’s breasts, and the red marks from where her fingers dug in were still visible. “If I had tits like yours I’d probably need a backbrace or something. Guess there are advantages to being a fatass.” Mila smacked Alison’s breasts back and forth, relishing in the sounds of the loud “splat” when the palm of her hand crashed into Brie’s mammaries.
“Get off me!” Alison yelled through tears.
“I’m not even close to being done, sweetie. You’re gonna get me out of this whole jobber racket so I can make the real money. And the only way to do that is to completely finish you.” Mila smiled as she reached one hand back and placed it on Brie’s crotch. “Completely finish you.”
“No! Please! Don’t do that!” Alison screeched as she began to writhe from side to side. As her twisting increased, she managed to dislodge Kunis. Brie rolled to the corner so she could get to a vertical base. Once upright, Alison tucked her acting tits back into her top. “Okay bitch, now we’re face to face. Let’s see how tough you are when you can’t jump me.”
Mila feigned fear before kneeing Brie in the crotch. “If you spent like one tenth of the time you do eating on learning how to fight, you won’t keep falling for this,” Kunis mocked as Alison again dropped to the mat clutching her pussy. Mila wrapped her legs around Alison’s waist and then slid her arm under Brie’s chin, catching her in a vicious body scissor.
Alison flung her arms about wildly as Mila’s legs slowly crushed her while the chinlock drained her of energy. “There you go. Time to go to sleep. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything to your body while you’re defenseless. I’m not going to strip you naked and humiliate you. Just relax and go to bed.” Brie was trapped and too far from the ropes to even hope of escaping. She felt herself fading, and it was only a matter of time before she would be unconscious.
“I…ugh…won’t…quit…” Brie hissed through her clenched jaw. She reached back and grabbed onto Mila’s hair, but couldn’t get enough of it to pull on. Alison then tried to pry Kunis’s legs apart, but they were locked tight against her waist. She tried to bridge out of the hold, but all that did was needlessly waste even more energy. Alison was a sitting duck.
Mila felt Brie’s body go limp seconds later. Satisfied, Kunis let go of the hold and rolled the dozing girl to the side. “Hey, didn’t I take your tits out? Who told you to put them away?” Mila reached behind Alison and undid the clasp of her top, removing it with ease. The wide-eyed brunette looked hungrily at Alison’s plentiful bounty, imagining the fun she was going to have.
Not satisfied just yet, Mila reached down to Brie’s panties. She grabbed onto the waistband, licking her lips with anticipation. “Let’s see what we have here,” she said as she slowly tugged at the material. Suddenly, Brie shot up and fired a right cross to Mila’s chin. Before Kunis knew it, the lights were turned out.
“Looks like I’m the better actress, slut,” Alison teased as she shook the pain out of her hand. Brie’s playing possum trick worked like a charm, as Kunis was flat on her back out cold. Alison wasted little time in tearing off Mila’s top. She stopped for a moment and gave Kunis’s nipple a harsh twist, repaying her for the mammary abuse of before.
Brie lifted the smaller Kunis upright before leaning her against the ropes. Then, using the cables to her advantage, she tied Mila up. The ref chose to ignore the rule violation, as he was anxious to see what was going to happen.
“Mila sweetie, it’s time to wake up,” she cooed as she gently brushed the hair out of Kunis’s face.
“Uhh…” Mila moaned as she began to stir. Suddenly, she realized her arms were bound. Terrified, Kunis began to tug, but she was stuck. “What the hell! Ref, let me out! This is cheating!”
“Tattle tale,” Alison replied as she fired off a punch to Kunis’s taught stomach, eliciting an oof.
“You cheating little whore!” Mila yelled.
“That’s not really nice to say, especially to someone who can do this,” Brie replied as she reached forward and gave Mila’s exposed tits a vicious clockwise twist.
“Aagh!” Mila screeched as her tanned breasts were being manipulated by Brie. “Let go!”
“After what you did to me? Please. I’m not letting go until I get a hand cramp.” Alison then pinched down on Mila’s nipples, replicating the earlier treatment Kunis gave to her. The trapped girl stomped her feet in pain, but that was all she could do. “Do you not like having your breasts pinched and pulled? Then why would you do that to me? And what was with the low blows? Where did you learn to fight? Middle school?” Brie returned the favor with a well placed knee to Mila’s crotch.
Kunis began to blubber from the torture, unable to handle the barrage Brie was unleashing. “Leave me alone! Ref, disqualify her! She’s…she’s…wait…no!” Mila screeched as she felt Alison tugging at her briefs. “Don’t let her do this! Don’t let her strip me! This isn’t faiiiiirrr!”
Alison succeeded in removing Mila’s panties, leaving the bronzed girl completely nude. “I can’t believe how totally naked you are right now. You’re naked and helpless. Isn’t this how all your matches end? It’s sad, really. If I wanted to, I could totally do this,” Brie said as she reached down and gently ran her hand over Mila’s exposed pussy.
“Don’t,” Kunis hissed, staring daggers at Brie. “If you try that again, you’ll be sorry.”
“Aww Mila, you can’t really threaten someone when you’re all tied up, can you? Watch.” Alison slid her hand down Mila’s stomach before cupping Kunis’s crotch. She delicately traced a finger across Mila’s exposed snatch, teasing her sensitive labia with a light touch. “There, now what do you think you can do about that, huh? You’re bark is way worse than your bite.”
“I am going to fucking kill you!”
“That’s not nice since all I’m going to do is fuck you.” Alison began to rub Mila’s increasingly moistening mound, stroking her private region with the kind of delicate pressure that only comes from intimate knowledge. “I’m going to make you cum so hard that you’ll beg me to do it again. I’m going to show everyone the footage of you writing around like a little slut while I brought you to the greatest orgasm of your sad little life.”
Alison’s gentle rubbing gave way to more forceful thrusts as she began to work over Kunis’s pussy. Mila felt the rush coming and couldn’t stand the thought of Brie humiliating her like this. She looked at the sadistic joy Alison was having at her expense and how there seemed like no escape.
“Ooh…ooh…mmm…” Mila moaned, feeling herself closer and closer to her unwelcome orgasm. “I…I…I…agh…no…” was all she could force out in between pants. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Kunis relented and let the violation of her womanhood come to the natural fruition.
Brie smiled cruelly and then pulled her hand away, denying Mila’s body of the inevitable orgasm. “Sorry but there’s no reason for you to have any fun,” Alison laughed as she waived her finger from side to side. Mila felt a mix of humiliation and frustration as she looked at the big grin on the topless girl’s face. She lurched forward and in a move that surprised even her, she was liberated from her bondage.
Kunis tackled Brie, stunning both. Mila found herself in the dominant position, with Alison pinned underneath her. The feisty brunette began to slam her fists into Alison, swinging at anything she could connect with. Brie was unable to protect herself, and her only instinct was to shriek in pain.
Mila repositioned herself so that her knees were pinning Alison’s arms down. She sat up and caught her breath, looking down at the doe-eyed girl who was now at her mercy. “Bet you thought you were really funny, didn’t you?” Mila said as she grabbed Alison’s massive tits. “Thought you had me beaten?” Mila asked, harshly twisting Brie’s orbs. “Thought you were going to make me beg to cum? I’m going to cum alright, all over your stupid loser face!” Kunis took Brie’s pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger and yanked upward, tugging the pale flesh with her.
Alison cried out in pain as she beat her feet against the mat. She was trapped and helpless and had no recourse. “Please…stop! Stop! I don’t…I don’t…aahh!”
“Yeah, that wasn’t a submission. Guess that means you can take a little more.” Kunis doubled her tit mauling efforts as Alison’s bounty was being reduced to rubble.
“I…I qui…I qu…sob…please…” Brie pleaded as tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn’t take any more abuse and didn’t know what to do. Mila mercifully let go, which opened a small window of hope for Alison. That window slammed shut as Kunis now moved on to open-hand slaps, batting Brie’s abused tits to and fro.
“You know, I think you’ve had enough,” Mila said with one more final, loud “slap”.
“Thank you,” the delusional Alison said in between sobs. “You’re the better woman. I concede. Now please get off of me.”
“Oh...I’m sorry…hehe…I meant I thought you had enough time without being my little slut. I’m not done by a longshot. I wanna make you beg me to cum, you little prude.” Mila slid her hand back and brushed Alison’s pussy with her fingers. Brie instantly tightened up. “What’s the matter? You can dish out but you can’t take it?” Alison shook her head back and forth, finally understanding the predicament she was now in.
Ever so gently, Mila began to rub Alison’s sensitive pubic mound. “See, this isn’t so bad. Just sit back, relax and let me do all the work. Before you know it, you’ll be all wet and tingly and aching for me to let you squeal with joy. But I won’t.” Mila spread Alison’s pussy lips apart before inserting her first finger. She wasn’t surprised at how dry it was, as Brie was far too afraid to be enjoying any of this. “Aw, do you not like me? It’s okay, I know a pretty good trick.” Mila pulled back her hand and slowly sucked on her finger, knowing that she had a captive audience.
“You don’t need to do this. You don’t need to do this to me. I lost and…and…I’m sorry for what I did. It was perverse and it was wrong and I…aahh!” Alison’s words were cut off as Mila sent three invasive fingers into her womanhood. This intense penetration caught her off guard and she was just reduced to making panting noises.
“You talk way too fucking much, you know that? Save your mouth…I have some big plans for it,” she mocked as she gently stroked her own nude snatch with her free hand.
The three finger strategy proved to be a wining one, as Alison’s pussy betrayed her as it began to quickly lubricate. Brie’s body slowly responded to Mila’s skills; her hips slowly gyrating with every thrust. Alison bit her lip and tried to fight her own urges. “You’re…you’re…not…going to succeed…” she said in between pants.
“Oh really? Then why the hell are you so wet?” Kunis pulled her hand out and smeared the film on her fingers all over Brie’s horrified mouth. “That taste like failure or success?” Alison looked disgusted at this humiliating move. “Don’t look so upset. At least those are your own juices. Just wait until you taste mine.”
Kunis resumed her fingering, this time vigorously pumping her hand back and forth. Alison was bucking wildly as she shook her head disapprovingly. “Do you want to cum?” Mila asked.
“No! I…I…no…!”
“I think you’re lying. You want it to so bad and you want me to be the one to make you do it. Just beg me and I’ll let you.”
Brie refused to concede but she felt it building up in her, closer and closer. “I…I…” Just as she felt herself about to explode, Mila pulled her fingers out.
“Sorry, you didn’t beg,” she teased as she looked down at Brie’s reddened crotch. “Think that sucked, huh? Then you’ll hate this!” she said as she opened her palm and brought it down with a thunderous smack across Alison’s exposed pussy. The hard spank sent her into spasms and Mila rode her like a bucking bronco. “Don’t waste all that energy. Save some for me!”
Mila scooted forward and Alison opened her eyes just in time to see Kunis’s dripping pussy lower onto her face. She tried to scream but her open mouth was filled with Mila’s warm, wet snatch. “Now we’re talking,” Kunis said as she perched herself on Brie’s protesting face. “Oh, I knew that bitchy little nose of yours served a purpose,” she said as she thrust forward, using her hands on Alison’s tits to keep her steady.
Alison sobbed as her pretty face was being violently fucked by Mila. She was helpless, humiliated and, as much as she hated to admit it, horny. Mila grabbed the back of Brie’s head and jammed her face deeper into her steaming sex, allowing Kunis to smash her pussy into every inch of Alison’s face. “Mmrphhh” was all she heard, and the sound of Brie’s muffled cries drove Mila even more wild.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your fucking loser face! Come on slut, make me cum, make me cum, make me cuuuuuuuuu” Mila exploded, finally finishing the orgasm she was denied earlier in the match. She humped violently, scrubbing herself against Alison until the feeling of ecstasy finally faded. “Fuck, that felt goooood,” she said as she spun around, facing Brie’s body. She sat back, smothering Brie with her golden brown ass. She sighed in delight as she felt the last few breaths of Brie gently breeze by her enflamed sex. Finally, she felt Alison’s body slump, signaling that the girl had been knocked out.
Mila stood up on shaky legs, staring down at the glistening face of the dazed Brie. She put her foot on top of Alison’s mountainous tits and posed with her arms flexed. “And that’s why no one should call me a fucking jobber. Anyone wants a piece of me then is what happens to them.” She flipped Brie over and gave her a few hard spanks on Alison’s pale ass, leaving red welts on her buttocks as a final signature on the painting of destruction and humiliation she just finished.
