recent short commission, though it's been hell trying to get paid for this one. waiting to see if something gets worked out before I have to blacklist them by name... but yea! one-sided wrestling celeb payback story
Trish Stratus was enjoying herself at her opulent home on that warm summer evening, watching TV and generally relaxing in her skirt and stylishly low-cut tank top. She hardly had to do any work at all besides a few public appearances. Her whole Stratusphere empire was taking good care of her, with the line of gyms and yoga studios having already paid off her mansion. She would never have to put her body through demeaning displays and stunts to pay her bills ever again.
She didn't notice the ping on her security system signalling the movement out in her long driveway, and she likely wouldn't have responded if she had. Trish wouldn't have thought anything out of the visit from an old coworker from the WWE. But she certainly noticed when Jackie Gayda kicked in her front door.
"What the hell!?" Trish blurted, blindsided by the sudden break-in. Jackie wasted no time in going right for her, grabbing her by the hair and flinging her off her sofa. Trish landed roughly on the floor, just for Jackie to throw a kick into her chest.
"The hell do you think you are, bitch?!" Jackie shouted down at her, letting Trish cough as the kick took the wind out of her lungs and tits. "Some fucking friend! Ever think you were going to help me get that leg up!?" Trish stared up at the fit and angry wrestler, the intruding Jackie in tan shorts and a tank top for her home invasion.
Trish did suddenly remember promising her support when she'd made it to her place as the WWE's golden girl. People had called her the single most popular woman in the entire league, and maybe she had forgot some of the little people she'd offered held to once she reached the top.
The ambushed blond hurried to her feet and desperately shoved Jackie away from her, running for her stairs. There she could lock Jackie out of the bedroom or bathroom and think of a way out of this. But right as she got up the second step, Jackie caught up and grabbed her around one leg, pulling back and tripping her up. Trish fell forward and crashed jaw-first onto the step above her, stunned from the jarring impact as she was laid on top of her staircase.
Jackie rolled Trish onto her back, face to face with her again as Jackie mounted her, straddling her hips and cupping her chin with one hand. "You're gonna pay for screwing me over like this, Stratus, one way or the other," she hissed vengefully. Trish looked back at her in her dazed confusion, but suddenly struck out and slapped Jackie hard across the face.
"Get off me, you fucking psychopath!" Trish shouted at her, but Jackie brought her face back towards her, snarling at the stinging red mark on her cheek.
"Bad move, bitch!" Jackie threatened, grabbing Trish by the front of her top. Her fingers dug into the low cleavage line and swung her by the clothes, ripping it off of her while forcing her to rise to her feet and stumble into the nearby wall. She grunted on the impact as her hefty tits ran squarely into the wall, grabbing it for balance as she groaned. Jackie was quick to charge after her, ramming her knee into Trish's lower back while she was distracted.
"OOHHHH!" Trish gave a sharp cry, grabbing for her back to ease the pain, but Jackie wasn't giving her an inch to recover or defend herself from her sadistic attack. She grabbed Trish by the reaching arm, twisting it hard behind her back into a painful hammer lock. Trish winced and clawed at the wall, trying to shove or pull her way free, but Jackie leaned into to pin her against the wall. Her own firm chest pushed into Stratus' back, the superstar shocked to realize that for one, Jackie was not wearing a bra, and B, her nipples were hard while she was beating her in her own house.
"You better keep fighting back or this won't be any fun at all," Jackie hissed into her ear, just before she reached around to grab Trish's fancy pink bra and yank it up. Exposing her tits seemed to only be a side affect of her real plan, as she pulled the cups upward until they dug into Trish' throat, strangling her with her own attire.
"AUCCCKKKK!" Trish gave an unflattering gurgle as she choked on her bra, Jackie pulling back on it to force her to follow like a demented leash. Jackie kept moving too quickly or leaning backward, making the bra pull even tighter on her windpipe. Trish couldn't help but gag and drool over herself, getting her saliva over her tits and hands as they clawed at the trapping undergarment.
At last, Jackie seemed to stumble on something as she marched her demeaningly around the house, giving Trish a split second of slack and fresh air. Stratus took the chance to duck under and out of her own bra, rubbing her neck and coughing new air back into her lungs. Jackie took a few seconds to recognize she'd lost her grip on her victim, turning and throwing a fist at her head. Trish was just fast enough to duck under the punch and spear into Jackie's middle, knocking her over onto her back into one of her cushy chairs.
"You don't get to be the top wrestler by being weak, bitch!" she shouted, throwing her own punch across the stunned Jackie's face. "Now get out of my house before I fucking throw you out!"
"Fuck you, you backstabbing bitch!" Jackie snapped back, spitting on the topless Trish's tits. Stratus fumed and raised another fist, but Jackie reached up to rake her nails ruthlessly across Trish's eyes. Trish shrieked and clutched her face, thin but rough red scratches running over her skin. Jackie improvised by grabbing a decorative potted plant on the nearby coffee table, slamming it so hard that it shattered against the side of Trish' skull.
Trish fell off of her, clutching her head and feeling a nasty lump starting to grow. She looked up in a daze just as Jackie smashed her heel into Trish's jaw, smashing her head harshly to the ground. Trish coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at it in a hazy expression of confusion and pain. "I'm gonna make you pay bigtime, bitch," Jackie growled down at her hated foe, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her back to her feet.
"Uhnn... n-no," Trish mumbled through her pain, holding onto Jackie's hand to try and reduce the pain in her scalp. Jackie didn't mind that as she swung Trish by the hair and smashed her head into the large mirror in her hallway, shattering the glass over her screaming nemesis.
"you get a good look at that ugly face of yours, you fucking traitor!?" Jackie screamed at her furiously, shoving Trish so that her limp body fell onto the broken glass. It poked and cut at her bare tits and back, Trish arching her back and wailing in pain to try and avoid the damage as much as she could. Jackie ignored her suffering and grabbed her by the ankles, dragging Trish away from the mirror to continue her beating.
Trish winced from a few fresh cuts over her arms and back, but let out a fresh howl of pain when Jackie spread out her legs and stomped onto her pussy.
"AOOOOOH!" Trish cupped her pussy under her skirt, shaking her head wildly.
"Don't you try hiding that slut hole from me now, you dirty dyke," Jackie hissed at her, kicking her hand away before sending in another kick squarely into her twat. This time she let her foot linger, drilling her toes into her snatch through her tight panties. Trish shook violently from the attack, eyes wide in horror as she was both hurt and violated by Jackie.
"Stop... stop, you're fucking insane!" Trish pleaded loudly, tears forming in her eyes along with her expression of disgust directed at her attacker.
"I'm just taking what's mine, you backstabbing whore. And that means your money, your property... and your body," Jackie snarled at her, stretching one of Trish's legs to one side so she could grab and tear down her skirt and panties, leaving her naked and at her mercy. Trish tried to cover up her breasts and pussy out of modesty, but Jackie ignored them as she straddled Trish's middle and started punching her repeatedly in the face. Trish's lovely blond head bounced back and forth from the pounding, quickly developing a black eye among other bruises and scrapes.
"Looking better than ever, you little shit," Jackie taunted, spitting into her face. Trish was too dazed to resist or even react properly, instinctively wiping the slime from her face and her arms and legs hanging limply as Jackie dragged her off into the house. She kicked open a bathroom door, throwing the beat and bloodied Trish onto the bathroom floor. She rested weakly on her hands and knees, coughing for air and spitting out more blood as Jackie went through her things, finally coming out with an long plastic broom. She weighed it in her hand a moment before suddenly swinging it down, cracking it across Trish's back like a cane.
Trish gave an agonized scream as her already battered back was whipped by the makeshift weapon, making Trish fall onto her tits and hold her back blindly in pain. Jackie gave several more hard swings, connecting with her back and shoulders with vicious WHACKing noises before she knelt down beside her. Trish was too busy moaning and holding her aching back while Jackie grabbed her thighs, forcing them apart and lifting Trish back to her knees. With her ass up in the air, Jackie rubbed her hands greedily over the toned and sweaty cheeks.
"You see this ass?" she asked mockingly, groping and squeezing as she pleased. She shortened her grip on the broom handle, letting her swing the blunt end to spank it roughly. "This ass is allll mine."
Trish wailed as she was beaten further, the broom used to paddle her like a child as Jackie held her in place. "OW! OWWW! Please, stop it! I can't take it! I give!" she wailed miserably, hardly able to land a blow on her assailant. She just wanted it over so she could hide somewhere and call for help.
"That's what I like to hear!" Jackie cackled at her. "But not done with you yet!" She grabbed one of Trish's ass cheeks, pulling it apart and raking her nails over the soft flesh. Trish gave another pathetic whine of pain, but it was nothing like the noises she made when Jackie held her ass open enough to shove the tip of the broom's handle up her anus.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH! OH GOD! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUUUT!" she howled, shaking and shuddering but not daring to move much after the painful intrusion. The broom hung out of her asshole like a tail, with Jackie laughing as she gripped and started to pump it in and out of her.
"Oh, don't act like you don't love it up the ass," Jackie taunted, smacking one of her cheeks aggressively as she fucked her with the broomstick. "Because you're going to get a lot more of that as my fuck slave."
"Your what?!"
“You heard me! You owe me big, cxnt!” Jackie grabbed Trish by the hair and pulling it to force her neck and back to arch backward. “You’re gonna pay me back with all that money of yours, plus that sexy little body” She slapped Trish on the ass with one hand as she drove the broomstick painfully deep back into her. Trish squealed and beat her fists on the mat in agony before Jackie finally yanked it back out in one rough tug.
Trish wailed miserably, leaning on her chest and grabbing and rubbing her aching, violated ass until Jackie spoke up. "Here. My bitch needs a leash." She wound up a towel and wrapped it around Trish's neck, pulling it tight until she gagged and wheezed for air. Jackie made a crude knot with it, wrapping one end around a hook on the wall. "Don't go anywhere," Jackie purred at her, stripping herself down to nothing but her panties. By then Trish's face was a bright red, starting towards turning purple, but Jackie just stepped in front of her.
"Get these panties off, bitch," she ordered. "Take them off and let me know how bad you want this pussy. Then maybe you get to breathe."
Trish coughed and sprayed spittle over her chest and Jackie's thighs, but pawed at her hips desperately. Gayda watched her in shamelessly sadistic amusement as Jackie struggled with bulging eyes and fumbling hands to finally grasp and start to pull Jackie's panties down, exposing her trim push and strong-smelling groin.
"That's it. You can do it, you stupid cxnt," Jackie purred, stroking the breathless Trish's discolored face and neck. She waited until Trish got her underwear down to her ankles before she stepped out of them, sending a vicious punch into Trish's pretty face. She crumbled messily to her side, looking dazed but the impact knocking her loose from the improvised leash. Trish made sickly retching noises and splash the bathroom tiles with her thick saliva, aching from the pain and the air being forced back into her lungs in an instinctual panic.
This apparently still not enough for Jackie, as she kicked Trish sharply in her chest. Trish's big tits jiggled from the blow as she coughed out some of her freshly recovered air. "Not done with you yet. Let's go find the bedroom."
Jackie callously grabbed Trish by the hair and dragged her along after her, letting Stratus decide whether she was dragged or crawled like a dog after her. She ended up doing a bit of both, Jackie uncaring as she slipped on the steps and banged herself up worse. Jackie kicked open her bedroom door, throwing Trish onto the bed. She picked up the light bag she'd snuck into the house with her, digging out a pair of handcuffs and aggressively slapping them around Trish's wrists. She rolled her back over, forcing the trapped blonde to show her pained and fearful expression.
"Nice big bed you got. Knew you were a kinky girl," Jackie grinned at her, cupping her cheeks to shake her head awkwardly. "Or is it all just to fit your fat ass?" Jackie's free hand went through her bag, finally coming out with a long, black, ridged strapon.
"Nooo! Please no!" Trish pleaded, her voice weak from all the screaming and her aching body. In her condition, she couldn't have run even with her hands uncuffed.
"You know you want it, you fucking slut," Jackie replied, stepping into the strapon and slapping Trish derisively across her aching tits. "Now spread it and take it like the sellout cxnt you are."
Trish clenched her legs shut, trying to rise and make a break for it, but Jackie was already on top of her, slamming a punch into her face to put her back down. "Don't make me get rough now, golden girl. Ha! Who am I kidding? I was going to anyway." With that she grabbed Trish by the hair, pulling on it as a handle to force the rubber shaft roughly inside her.
"AOOOO! NO! NO, GET OUT!" Trish howled miserably, forcefully fucked by her former friend. "GET OUT OF MY PUSSYYYY!"
"Ooooh, that's it, baby. Love to hear you scream," Jackie purred with excitement, running her hands over Trish's defenseless body as it bounced against her pounding phallus. Her bruised and scratched up breasts jiggled with the vicious thrusting, making her painted groans come out louder still. It started to mix with more lusty moans from both women, as Jackie savored the sight of her suffering enemy and Trish's body starting to turn against her as her pussy was worked over.
Jackie pulled at Trish's hair with one hand, the other roughly squeezing her chest and kneading the big soft breasts. Trish was unable to contain herself, and Jackie's relentless fucking went on for several more agonizing minutes before her muscles clenched tightly. Her body shook as she squirted out over the still-pumping shaft, Jackie smirking down at her disgraceful display of submission.
"Thaaat's a good girl. Still got one more job for you..." Jackie pulled out of her, her toy slick with Trish's juices when she flipped her over onto her stomach. She lifted her hips in her strong hands and slid inside Trish's ass, continuing her relentless humping. Trish was breathless, only able to squeak miserably through the whole thing when Jackie slid a paper and pen in front of her from her bag.
"Wh-whaaa..." Trish stammered clumsily. She couldn't read with her body shaking as it was, but there was a space to sign at the bottom.
"Knew you couldn't actually read. It's your business," Jackie explained for her. "You sign it, and you pass the whole thing onto me. Your gyms, your yoga studios, your fucking house. I own your ass like a slave, and I have it on paper. You like that, you dirty backstabbing little bitch?"
“Please, no…” Trish whimpered, but the anal violation went on, shoving her face into the paper until her whole body was more numb than in pain. She finally broke, sobbing miserably and scrawling out her signature, or as best she could with her body bouncing out of control from the anal rape. She heard a snapping noise as Jackie had grabbed her phone from the bag, snapping a picture of the time when Trish sold herself to her.
“Perrrrfect,” Gayda grinned, finally pulling out of her. She plucked up the contract and rolled Trish over again, this time on her back with her head facing the foot of the bed. Her mouth hung open, drooling and moaning as Jackie suddenly stuffed the fake cock into her mouth. “This is what it’ll be like, bitch. Every day, you’ll be all mine. Your body will get used to it, and I’ll do even freakier shit to you when you do.” She reached down and pinched Trish’s nipples, pulling and stretching out her tits upward by them as she squealed in pain. “Welcome to your new life, whore.”
