Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson III: CatfightEmma came tumbling out of the bedroom, almost spilling onto all fours, after a right cross from Kristen had tagged her right on the chin. The desperate Brit held out her arm to try and fend off the pursuing Kristen who was in hot pursuit and could smell blood.
The two long-term rivals were engaged in the rubber match of their latest war with each other. Both were sweaty and exhausted after more than an hour of beating on each other. After their latest pro-style match in a wrestling ring, they had decided their latest contest would be a more intimate contest; a catfight in a furnished apartment. A series of cameras were discreetly positioned all around the apartment so an outside audience could view the fight. Emma was dressed in a little green silk teddy that showed off her legs and cleavage. Kristen was dressed in a white tank top, a pair of flower pattern panties to which were attached a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The stockings were now ripped in several places, giving Kristen a bit of a punk rock edge.
Although, as was often the case, the fight was a very even one – with the advantage being traded from one young woman to another – Kristen had built on the momentum of her win in the previous contest and gradually took control of the match. A series of kicks to the ribs and punches to the face and stomach had gradually weakened Emma and left her increasingly vulnerable.
Kristen grabbed Emma by a handful of hair and spun her around. She then fired a knee sharply into Emma’s cxnt. The Brit’s eyebrows arched, a ‘how could you look” washing across her pained face. Emma clutched at her pussy, and dropped to her knees in front of Kristen. Stewart smiled briefly. She then started hopping from one foot to another, like a boxer warming up in the ring. She grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair again to steady her and then started firing knees into her chin.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Each shot exploded into Emma’s chin and made her see stars. Kristen’s long legs were deadly weapons and she was bringing them to full bear now. A desperate Emma wrapped her arms around Kristen’s fishnet-clad legs and pushed her so the American fell on her rear.
Losing the standup fight, Emma tried to switch it over to a grappling contest at close quarters but her plan backfired when Kristen snapped her legs around Emma’s neck in a triangle choke.
“Urk!” Emma choked as her rival’s rock hard legs choked off her oxygen and the blood supply to her brain. Emma pounded away at Kristen’s thighs, trying to get the American to release her. No luck. Then then used her hands to try and pry open the triangle choke. A pleased Kristen simply lifted her hips to exert some more pressure. This caused Emma’s eyes to roll up in the back of her head and her legs to splay out in a spread eagle. Things looked increasingly dire for the Brit.
“Had enough Emma? Ready to give up to me, hon?” taunted Kristen. She looked up at the closest camera and gave the audience a wink.
Her cocky gesture though was a little premature as a desperate Emma managed to get back to her knees and, from that position, fire a punch into Kristen’s cxnt.
“Oh!” the American winced, releasing the triangle choke and pushing the Brit away as she massaged at her sore pussy.
An almost unconscious Emma was in no position to take advantage though. She rolled onto her back and sucked in great big lungfuls of air, desperate to get some air back into her lungs. She also massaged her long neck after the agony of being trapped in Kristen’s legs.
Kristen was the first one back to her legs. She walked over to Emma, reached down and grabbed her yet again by a handful of her hair.
“Come on, honey, let’s end this,” seethed Kristen as she dragged Emma up her wobbly legs and walked her into a nearby bathroom. Taking a running start, she flung Emma head first into the porcelain toilet. The Brit’s head took a nasty blow as it cracked again the toilet. Kristen did not let up though and lifted Emma’s head up before banging it off the toilet bowl once…twice… three times…
After all she had suffered so far, the latest head shots took almost all of the remaining starch out of Emma. She sprawled over the toilet lid, drool running out of one corner of her mouth. A satisfied Kristen patted the insensate Emma on the back and then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Just stay there a minute, sweetheart,” said Kristen.
Shen then turned to the shower and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. She was planning to drag Emma into the shower and complete her victory in its close confines. After a minute or so of doing this, Kristen spun around to grab Emma. However in her eagerness her feet slipped out from beneath her and she fell hard onto the tiled floor of the bathroom, cracking the back of her head.
For a few minutes, there was only the sound of the running water. A small pool of blood spread out under Kristen’s’ head but she was silent and still. The thoroughly beaten Emma gradually got her senses back, shaking her head to clear out the cobwebs. It took her another minute or so before she looked over in Kristen’s direction and started to figure out what had happened…and what an opportunity now presented itself to her.
Emma couldn’t believe her luck. But, lucky or not, she was going to take full advantage now. She crawled over to Kristen and dropped her body over Stewart’s prone body. She wrapped one arm behind Kristen’s lower back and lifted her up a little, exposing her toned stomach. Emma then slowly, methodically started firing brutal punches deep into the pit of Kristen’s tummy. This was her go-to move when fighting Kristen, but she rarely had a chance to get off so many shots unchallenged. Kristen woke up, gasping in pain, after the first shot but she was too dizzy to defend herself. Emma’s fists kept pounding into her abs, draining more and more of the fight out of her. Kristen’s eyes started to water and her body writhed. She tried to twist to her side to protect herself and Emma had her in a full body pin and wouldn’t let her escape.
Finally after almost 10 minutes of this belly torture, Emma relented, gasping in fatigue after so much punching. Between the blow to the back of her skull and the stomach punching though, Kristen was in much worse shape now.
Emma grabbed Kristen by her long hair and dragged her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She propped Kristen up against the side of the bed and then positioned herself so then was sitting in front of Kristen.
Emma whispered in Kristen’s ear: “I saw how much you liked this last time, so I thought I’d give you a second helping.”
She then wrapped her arms around the back of Kristen’s head and pulled the American’s face deep into her cleavage. After such a long fight, Emma was sweaty and overheated. All that body heat was now transferred into the already hot Kristen as she was trapped in the breast smother. Emma’s tits were not especially big but they seemed to be the perfect size to suffocate Kristen’s face.
In short order Kristen started bucking frantically and pushing at Emma’s shoulders, trying to free herself. She was naturally claustrophobic and nothing drove her as crazy as being trapped in a breast smother. Emma knew this after their previous fights and relished every moment, knowing how much this hold caused anguish to Kristen.
She rode out Kristen’s bucking, being sure to keep the seal of her breast smother applied firmly the entire time. Eventually Kristen’s movements started dying down. This was Emma’s favourite part of a match: ragdoll time. Kristen’s arms flopped down to her sides, her knees s dropped and her legs splayed out. Emma just kept feeding her tit though. She started moving Kristen’s head back and forth in small semi-circles, finding new ways to push her tits tighter and tighter against Kristen’s face.
Finally, after a long time, and with a flourish she peeled her tits off Kristen’s red and sticky face.
“Ha! Everyone get a look at this!” said a triumphant Emma, grabbing Kristen by the hair and turning her face to the closest camera. “This bitch is KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!”
This was Emma’s moment of triumph and she was basking in it.
She wasn’t done though.
Using a handful of hair, Emma turned Kristen around and dragged her onto the bed. Half of her body was flat on the bed, stomach first. Her butt and legs were hanging off the side of the bed.
Emma then stepped out of the room briefly. When she came back it was with a large, black dildo.
“This was always how it was going to end between us Kristen,’ said Emma ominously. “You wanted to do this to me last time but now the shoe’s on the other foot, isn’t it?”
The unconscious Kristen was unable to respond.
Instead of using the dildo though, Emma leaned herself over the prone Kristen and then slipped two fingers underneath Kristen’s panties and inside her. Emma started slowly….working her digits in and out…in and out….until the unconscious Kristen slowly started to come to. Stewart was unable to do anything though. She was too beaten up and exhausted. Emma started picking up the pace. As her fingers did their magic work, Emma started rubbing her crouch up against Kristen’s ass, tribbing her. The groggy Kristen was slowly realizing what was happening to her but could do nothing about it. And her body started getting more and more responsive, despite her best efforts to resist, as Emma’s finger fucking started getting more and more intense.
Kristen started moaning despite herself, her hips moving up and down and Emma expertly built her up to a shattering climax. Emma used her free arm to wrap around Kristen’s slim waist and pull her towards her from behind. Emma’s eyes were closed tightly as hands clenched tightly into fists.
“Oh God!”
“Oh God!”
“Oh God!” she moaned.
Finally Emma, slipped in another finger and this burst the dams, Kristen came and she breathed out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.
“That’s right Kristen. That’s right. Now tell everyone you’re my bitch, commanded Emma.
“I’m...I’m your bitch,” said a thoroughly exhausted Kristen, just trying to get Emma to go away.
“now, tell everyone, that I’m the better woman.” Ordered Emma.
….no…” whispered Kristen.
“What was that?” said a furious Emma.
“No.” said Kristen unconvincingly.
“Alright, you asked for it,” said Emma. Then then ripped off Kristen’s panties before grabbing the dildo and ramming it up Kristen’s ass.
“OHHHH!!!” Kristen screamed, her eyes opening wide.
Just like with the finger fuck, Emma took her time, working the shaft in and out of Kristen and building her up, slowly, inevitably to another climax.
Inevitably it arrived and Kristen came all over the sheets again.
An utterly exhausted Kristen was completely helpless now as Emma flipped her onto her back. Emma plopped herself onto Kristen’s stomach. She graped Stewart’s wrists and pressed her face against Kristen’s so they were nose to nose.
“Now. Tell everyone…WHO. IS. THE. BETTER. WOMAN?” said Emma.
“…y-you are…you are…” said a broken Kristen.
“Whoo-hooo!” exalted Emma. This was the moment she had waited for years. Not just beating Kristen physically but breaking her spirit and humiliating her
In the enthusiasm of her victory, Emma grabbed the dildo again and started smashing it into Kristen’s head or slapping her across the face with it, over and over.
After repeated head shots, Kristen was knocked out again.
Emma looked a little sheepish when she realized what she had done.”
“Whoops!” said Emma, before smiling at the camera and winking at the home audience.
