Nat = Black Text
Emilia = Blue Text
Standing in one of the expansive bathrooms of this private jet that Emilia and I have both paid for to have the exclusive privilege of taking each other on in a wild NHB match. Neither Emilia or I have been able to tolerate one another from the start as each of us have frequently and confidently compared our posteriors towards one another. We're both extremely proud of our assets and what we bring to the table, but there can be only ONE queen and ONE throne. Emilia needs to learn that she is the throne and I'm going to rule her ass throughout the entire flight. This flight can stay up as long as we need to and it's up to the winner, of course, as to the duration of the flight because the loser is going to be paying. And that loser, of course, will be Emilia mtc
I'm wearing a tight pink thong bikini that fits snugly across my chest, rising and falling with excitement as I anticipate the match ahead. Licking my lips as I adjust my thong bikini bottoms across my perfect ass, just swaying it back and forth as I take a deep breathe. My heart racing as I place my blonde hair in a tight ponytail, then go to saunter out of the bathroom as I know you'll be here. The nice thing about fighting up in a private jet is that there is no way for her to escape unless she uses a parachute or out cold in my superior ass as I look around the cabin and smirk, "Emilia - you ready to experience a little turbulence, you jealous bimbo?"
I'm standing down the other end of this luxury jet, all of the seats and comforts removed for our convenience, and a soft-enough layer of matting placed on the floor to cushion from the falls that have surely taken place in such an atmosphere. Nat has been on the end of her tether for too long now though, parading a washed up body around thinking she still had the power to turn on her charm and woo her way through any situation... well that was before I turned up and really showed her what perfection looked liked.
I’d taken my time to prepare myself in the separate room on this jet, much smaller than the main hall that I’d face this arrogant bitch down in, but enough for me to prep myself for what will be the ass kicking of Nat’s life! I was wearing my sluttiest white thong that I could fine, ensuring that for everything that was about to happen, Nat would be sure to be doubting herself in every regard as to why she even thought she’d stand a chance… and just as she realises she’s done… I intend on smothering her out under the ass of a true diva!
I enter the main room mere seconds before Nat, and as she emerges in her adorable little pink thong bikini, I snarl across the plane sizing her up. We’d both seen one another real good before this fight, comparing anything we could… but watching her saunter into the room so cock and confident… nothing was going to bring me a greater pleasure than beating this bitch black and blue. “Oh Nat… this is going to be the longest flight of your life… and perhaps the last!”
I gaze at you coolly but confidently across the plane as we have seen each other plenty before this, comparing every inch of our assets and both of us refusing to back down, which is what led us here. I can't believe it's finally here - you and me - in an airplane with nowhere to go except at one another in an unrelenting flight. It's just you and me - the pilot sworn not to interfere and do anything but pilot the plane, then take direction from the winner when she emerges victorious. I'm going to do EVERYTHING possible to make sure that it's me as I have never wanted to own somebody's ass more than Emilia's in this moment.
My thong just barely covering my tight, powerful posterior as it ensures that when I'm sitting on your face - you are going to get the FULL experience. My heart is racing and blood boiling at the sight of you, seeing how overconfident you are. My eyes flickering over you as I am drinking in this moment, but knowing by the end of our contest, you are going to be a shell of the woman you are right now. You're going to be acknowledging the absolute superiority of my ass and begging to worship it as I purr, strutting forward as I move across the cabin towards you.
You've obviously coasted through your life just showing off that inferior ass of yours and entrancing anybody with it that came across your path, but that's unless I'm in the room. When that happens, I'm clearly superior and their gaze is drawn to my better, firmer, rounder ass - just like your face and nose and lips will be shortly. I approach you as I press my chest up against yours and reach for your shoulders to push you backwards, "Are you sure you don't wanna just pay up, sniff my ass and beg me now, bitch?"
Neither of us has an ounce of respect for the other… that’s obvious… otherwise we wouldn’t of found ourselves in this situation anyway… and yet here we are, staring one another down at 35 000 feet, flying over god knows where, with no where to go but through one another. Well, that’s what I live for, the high flying thrills of putting a bitch in her place, and enjoying every minute of it. And this tramp ain’t going to be no different to every other washed up has been that I’ve put in my place on my rise to the top!
My own white thong, deeply wedged in my ass, hides nothing and is little more than just a mere formality so as to avoid causing you any disdain when you inevitably find your face pressed up against the ample curves that is my peachy ass. My eyes have narrowed in on you and you alone, my peripheral vision seemingly encompassing only your movements, my sense locked on your move, listening to your slow breaths, watching as you hold yourself high and proudly, and sensing your underlying confidence…
Both of us begin to cross the room, strutting towards one another, prized turkeys to the slaughter walking towards inevitable conflict with a smile on their face. The distance closing between us rapidly decreases and neither of us show signs of slowing, nor preparing, arms staying at our sides, just walking towards one another. Soon, the distance runs out, and our bodies come together in body-2-body stare down. Our breasts mashing together behind their bikini tops, our foreheads pressing together, our hips glued as our abs grind, and our legs push us further together.
You hiss your plea for me to submit, earning nothing more than an eyeball; “You want me to submit and save you from the ass-beating of your life. You’re more bat-shit crazy than I thought you were by accepting this!” I hiss, as you shove me back by the shoulders, and we stare one another down for quite possibly the final time.
Today is clearly a meeting between two Alpha females, but one of us will be a Beta by the time this plane touches down. This is the moment we've both been waiting for - just building towards this over numerous texts, Snapchats, Facetime and very heated phone calls - until we both agreed to get on this private jet to settle things. In retrospect, it seems crazy, but that is a mark of how much we hate one another and are eager to prove which of us is superior. I can't take my eyes off of you - focused as I give you my complete and undivided attention, so that later you can do the same for my ass mtc
Neither of us slow down as we both have the opportunity to retreat, but that is not something either of us can do at this point as we just move towards each other in the middle of the cabin as we cross the distance effortlessly as we're drawn towards one another. Breasts mushrooming together, foreheads brushing together, tummies kissing and hips pressing tightly, straining with our strong thighs as I smirk, "Just remember that moment, Emilia. I gave you the chance to leave this plane with some kind of dignity. A little shred of it and you turned me down. You're going to be begging for my ass t the end of this ride..." as I stare you down. Grinning confidently as I then go to lunge forward, reaching for your hands as I go to press our palms together, fingers interlocking as I try to push you backwards towards the wall of the plane and prove I'm stronger from the start. Thrusting my tits forward as I go to slam my cleavage into yours, tummy slapping loudly against yours as I groan out from the collision, but determined as I push forward on my strong legs, unable to believe it's finally started!
“I’ll never forget that moment Nat… the moment you tried to plea your way out of everything you’ve got coming! And I’ll remind you of how cowardice you are with every passing glance you get!” I hiss in response, as our bodies already undergoing their initial tests of strength, determining who sizes up where and how… and just how overall inferior you’re going to be come the end of this match-up.
The distance between us lasts perhaps long enough for a breath or two before you lunge forwards, reaching for my hands as we interlock our palms. I was expecting a much more aggressive approach, and your opening test of strength catches me unawares as our arms are flicked out aside as you force our bodies together once more, slamming your cleavage into mine. The audible slap of our stomachs coming together is enough to mask the slight groan that escapes my lips, minuscule as it was.
I can feel the force you’re radiating through your legs, both of us physically shaking as we attempt to hold one another back with our own display of strength, but this is going to be settled on much more than strength alone… someone is going to need to get cunning to take this, and I intend on it being me!
With both of us determined to drive the other forwards, the force being exerted by either of us is enough to barrel someone over, and that’s exactly my goal! I allow myself to fall limp, rolling onto my back as you barrel forwards, and I tuck my knees in, placing them against your hips as you drive yourself forwards now over my tumbling body, looking to then use this moment to flick you up and over onto your back behind me.
My eyes glaring into yours, "Keep talking shit and I'm going to remind you of every damn word when I've got you sniffing my ass. You'll need oxygen on this flight and the only place you're going to get it is my better butt..." as I try to catch you by surprise with a rest of strength early. My chest slamming into yours, our chests mushrooming together as our pairs press tightly. Rolling my shoulders slightly to slap my orbs against yours, my tummy smacking against yours as I give a little grunt, eyes narrowing in aggression as our bodies press together. Shoving you backwards as we approach one of the walls as my eyes suddenly flash with delight as I feel my body overwhelming yours, but that sense of exhilaration doesn't last as long as I'd hoped...mtc
Your body goes limp but my moment of victory is used against me as you roll towards your back, my momentum carrying me forward as you tuck your knees in. Placing them up against my hips as your body tumbles backwards and you flip me upwards into into the air. Eyes widening as I curse as I'm sailing through the air and I can't control my descent with my hands gripping yours as I land with a loud THUD in the cabin. Wind knocked out of me as I cough, grunting as my chest bounces upon impact. Head shoulders and back thumping into the floor, landing fully on my back as I immediately aim to twist my hips. Arching my back as I try to release our hands at once as I rub my back with one hand and shove at the floor with the other, trying to roll in the opposite direction so I can scramble to my knees to face you. I know I can't stay on my back for any amount of time at all as I pant out, trying to catch my breathe as I snarl at your early deception and advantage.
I can see the jubilation in your eyes as you see this going your way early, taking my signs of hesitation out the cage as an indicator for your redeemable success… that’s not the case, and the soft smirk that grows across my lips at your smirk must be an indication of such a fate, the slow trickling grin that spreads from ear to ear as I tuck myself into a ball, and send you sailing over me, watching as your body is tossed by your own arrogant moment; watching as that shit-eating confident grin fades into a look of disdain.
Hearing your impact against the mats behind me sent an ear-popping sound through the plane, and listening to you cough and wheeze as you try and suck in the oxygen you just lost only helps to grow my smirk into the shit-eating grin you just lost.
I scramble myself, rolling my body onto my stomach and propping myself up in order to stare you down and capitalise on what just happened, I can’t let this cunning go to waste!
I watch as you grasp at your back, potentially sore now and something to work on I note, as you try and scramble to your knees. I lash out for your hair, hoping to grab at it as you prop yourself up, yanking at it brutally, pulling it back towards the mats, hoping to keep you off balance and keep your face buried against the floor.
My confidence plummeting at the same time as my body, landing on the carpet as I land with a thud that just echoes in the confines of the cabin, air rushing past my lips as I roll up to rub my slightly throbbing back. Wincing as my chest rises and falls, gulping in air as you lunge forward to sink your claws into my hair. Tugging on my gorgeous blonde tresses, using my ponytail to tug me back down towards the carpet as you slam my face down into the plush floor. Cursing muffled as I'm slightly dazed at this point, but still just as determined to break you.
Reaching up with one hand as I dig my fingers into your wrist, nails sinking into your skin as I try to tug your hand forcefully from my hair as I try to arch my face away from the carpet, finding it a little difficult to breathe under these conditions. Planting my knees as best I can under the carpet as I try to push myself up again and although it's not an ideal angle, I try to swing my right forearm up towards your tits to try to knock you away from me. Trying to get back up to face you as I don't plan on letting you have the advantage for long, aiming to flatten your boobs and yank my hair free with a savage snarl.
I’m intent on making this fight a quick one, and crowning myself over this worthless bitch in no time at all! Anything I can do to hurt you; I’ll do it! Hell we hired a plane just to avoid any interruptions! As I jam my hands into your hair, I’m hell bent on making sure you know that as well, yanking your face down into the floor, trying to pin you there as I look to take full control over your worthless resistance.
You though… you have other ideas… it appears rolling over isn’t in your nature, and as I slam you face first into the floor, you refuse to yield, instead, grab at my wrists, and sink your claws in. “Aieee! You bitch!” I hiss, yanking at your hair, back and forth hoping to release your grip on my wrists, trying violently to break down your defence.
As successful as this may have been however, you swing your right arm towards my torso, knocking me sideways with the impact, as my hands instinctively drop your hair to catch my fall. In this moment however, you’ve seen your opportunity, and have pulled yourself back upright, kneeling opposite me as we stare one another down, eyes firing daggers at the other. “Come on bitch, try me!” I hiss, kneeling opposite you, your back near the wall behind you, the wide open space of the main room behind me.
My forearm manages to connect with your abs to knock you off balance, combined with my nails slashing across your wrist to get you backwards. Forced to release my hair and use your other hand to catch your fall as I seize the moment - carpe fucking diem - going to pull myself back up to my knees. Both of us kneeling opposite across from one another, near the edge of the same wall where I'd planned to slam you up against - but fate had other plans. My eyes narrowing as I hiss furiously, eager to finally go on the offensive now rather than the defensive as you dare me to "try" you and I'm all too excited to oblige.
I try to lunge towards you again, but certainly not going for a test of strength this time as I instead go to latch onto your hair with one hand. Sinking my fingers into your tresses as I tug viciously with one hand, trying to shake your head back and forth to disorient you as I bring my other hand up to just deliver a brutal bitchslap towards your cheek to really rock your world. Grunting with aggression as I hope the combination sends you backwards onto your inferior ass as I put all of my weight, power and anger behind the hateful slap!
Staring you down across the small distance between us, the hatred in your eyes that burn at me indicates just how far you’re willing to go… and boy am I going to be glad to put out those smouldering ashes! “Come on bitch, try me!” I hiss, and that’s exactly what you do, lashing out towards me as one of your hands latches onto my own blonde curls, yanking my head back and forth.
But as you lunge for me, I lunge at you, colliding with you as I look to lock my arms around your centre mass, bringing us into a bearhug, and grateful that I do, feeling your palm crack against my shoulder, saved only by the awkward angle of our bodies being pressed together limiting your swing.
Still, with your hand in my hair and my balance disorientated by your swinging, I find it hard to keep myself upright, and despite feeling rather evenly matched against you, our breasts mushrooming, abs heaving, and bodies groaning, I find my balance off key, and feel you topple me over, the only saving grace being the bearhug keeping you pinned to me as I look to lock my legs around the outside of your thighs and trap your legs together as we fall.
My fingers latching onto your blonde tresses as I yank back and forth, going to unleash a killer slap, but you lunge towards me at the same instant as you wrap your forearms around my proud torso in a bearhug. Palm cracking against your shoulder as I wince, not quite the same landing place I was hoping for with your cheek but it still has the intended effect of knocking you towards your back. My fitter, firmer body toppling you off balance as I thrust my firm tits forward. You land on your back now, wind knocked out of you as you use the bearhug to keep my body close as your thighs kick upwards. Wrapping your thighs together on the outside as you squeeze, trapping my thighs together as I wince, feeling your arms around my waist as well... But, I'm on top and this is exactly where I plan on staying. Trying to plant my knees and feet against the carpet as I go to push upwards a bit, trying to spread my thighs slightly to pop your grip as I pant out. Trying to arch my perfect posterior upwards into the air as I glare down at you, peeling my body upwards as best I can in your grip as one hand reaches out for your shoulder to try to try to squirm free of the bearhug, shoving your forearm down as I bridge up as I aim to reach out for your hair with my other hand. Yanking backwards HARD as I tug viciously, trying to peel my body upwards as I grunt, glaring down at you as I plan to break your holds as we are glued so tightly together at the moment.
Our bodies tangle as we hit the floor, and I work on wrapping my every limb around you, imprisoning you against me, albeit you’ll be on top, I intend on ensuring you have little to no power over me whilst there! I groan out as we come to settle on the floor, regaining our breath for a split second to overcome the winded effect, and adjust to the new situation.
I feel you straining to get your knees either side of me, and I too strain to use my own killer quads to try and prevent you from getting a foothold to work with. With my arms wrapped around your back though, I’m helpless to stop the hand that grabs at my hair, yanking it away from me brutally as you use it to keep my head pinned to the floor. “LET GO YOU BITCH!” I scream out pointlessly, because as if you would, whilst your other hand works on peeling my arms off your back. Fine! That’s how we’ll play it!
With one of your hands yanking at my hair, and the other trying to force my arms off your back, I quickly flick both my arms aside, before firing them back towards your face, sinking my nails into any skin they can find, clawing at your features with brutal indifference, desperately trying to force your head back fair enough that your own balance will be thrown off, and distracted enough that I’ll be able to use my fighting scissors of your legs to roll us at least onto our side, if not all the way over!
Going to yank your hair back as I practically thump your head back into the carpet with a little smirk crossing my lips upon hearing you scream out desperately for me to release your hair. Something I have no intention of doing as I tug myself free of the bearhug and I feel you release it as I snarl, "You don't tell me shit what to do. Fucking ever, Emilia - I'll let go when I'm damn good and ready...." But I'm ready to release your hair far faster than I anticipated and ahead of schedule as you suddenly slash your nails up at my face as I'm sitting up....
The combination of the sudden clawing of my face and your scissors around my waist as you send me toppling over now, landing with a thud on my side as I grunt heavily. Trying to twist my hips and kick my feet, trying to break your scissor hold to free my legs as I try to plant my feet against the carpet. Digging my toes in as I try to arch forward, hips rolling forward against yours as I try to distract you slightly while I try to rub my face with one hand, cheeks burning as I moan out, blinking in pain as we're both laying on our sides. Trying to just slam my palm in from overhead as I try to batter your cheek, palm lashing out against your head, cheek, face and shoulder, trying to daze you as I attempt to push free and roll away from you so I can restore my vision fully, shrieking, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!"
Neither of us are leaving anything left in the tank, both of us using any means possible to get an upper hand and exploit a weakness in the other, I do so by shoving my claws straight into the face of this bitch, letting my true catty nature out without any restrictions, desperate to get you off of me, and that I do, toppling us over onto our sides.
On our side however, you have more leverage to use your legs once more, and with this, you roll yourself slightly towards me once more, bringing us once again, in a full body on body embrace, as my hands sink their nails into the wrist of the hand still in my hair. As I do, your hand release it’s grip and seems to shield your face, perhaps hiding your shame… or perhaps recovering who knows… but you release a fury of palm crashing slaps against my head and shoulder, sending a stinging sensation throughout my face as I desperately try and cover up, and lash out with my legs having released yours, kicking you away and rolling to create some distance.
I bring my head back up once I’ve rolled a couple of times, and see you made no attempt to come for me, tending to the claw marks on your face as we stare one another down. I lift myself back up onto my knees, fixing my hair and my bikini as I stare you down, giving my thong a tight tug, ensuring as much of ass is on display against you as possible.
It's gotten catty and hate-filled in an instant, both of using our claws at one another as you kick away from me in an effort to create some distance. My palm just cracking over and over against your face, striking anywhere that I can, seeing you try to cover up that once smug and arrogant face, hearing you cry out as that brings a smile to my lips. Unable to hide my excitement, but you shove me backwards as we're both forced to roll a little bit away from one another, sweaty across the carpet as I go to stare you down. You hiking up your thong a bit in a challenge tug and I don't miss it, seeing you showcase that inferior ass of yours as I return the favor. Pulling upwards on my own thong bikini bottoms as I push myself up high on my knees, breathing hard as I adjust my hair, tightening up my ponytail a bit as I scoot backwards on my knees.
Once again closing the distance between us as I rub my cheek, chest rising and falling as I catch my breathe, hissing angrily as I lick my lips with anticipation, however. Heart racing as we both knew that at some point in the match, it would lead to this as I go to arch my back. Thrusting my tight ass outwards as I go to suddenly SLAM my posterior up against yours, my butt battering into yours confidently as I just twerk my tush into yours and go to prove to you that my ass is Alpha, aiming to knock you forward from the sheer power of my butt as I pant out angrily!
Staring one another down across the small space between us, I watch as your eyes dance to my hands, adjusting my thongs position as I tug it further up between my cheeks than previously, a clear challenge in which we’d both been laying down against the other, only now… it’s official, confirmed by you hiking your own thong up between your ass!
Both of us move towards one another, backs facing as we thrust out our asses, the main source of our bitter hatred for one another since locking eyes. As you thrust out your ass, I do the same to mine, thrusting it forwards into yours with an audible slap, as we both instantly work on battering the other, a combination of twerking against one another and all out slamming against one another in an attempt to prove superiority.
It’s going to be me.
I can feel my ass against yours, and every slap feels like a hit of pure electricity! It’s incredible, and I crave more! But I also crave your defeat! And I know how to achieve it! With our backs facing and asses fighting, we’re fighting blind, and who said it had to be fair! As we slam and split and slam again, I sense my opportunity, and getting cunning once more, lift my centre of gravity high, and slam my ass up into your shoulder blades, hoping the move catches you by surprise and knocks you forwards onto your hands and knees, only for me to try and then pin you face down on the floor, by dropping my ass suddenly down onto yours once again, hoping to slam you into the floor.
My thong practically disappearing between my cheeks as we approach each other , cautiously at first, but it doesn't take long for the distance to close between us as the object of our respective hatred re preparing to collide. Our asses slam together loudly, butts like battering rams as I twist my hips back and forth, rocking my tight tush against yours as I twerk viciously. My butt bouncing back against yours, desperately sending our derrieres crashing against one another in a bit for Alpha Ass superiority and prove, once and all, who has the better butt...
Heart racing and panting heavily, back to back, just feeling the tension escalating in the air as we keep slamming, driving my ass backwards over and over as I suddenly thrust backwards, but your ass suddenly isn't there! My ass going to hammer your posterior as my tight butt thrusts outwards, but instead, you push up high on your knees to drill your derriere into my shoulder blades instead. Wind knocked out of me a bit as you send me sprawling forward as I cough out. As I try to plant my palms against the floor, I go to thrust my ass upwards but you drive your ass down again, our butts slamming together hard as my hips are being driven downwards
Trying to keep my ass upwards as my forearms tremble, shaking with rage and anger as you caught me off guard with that maneuver, breathing hard as I feel your ass pressing down against me. Your weight and gravity in your favor, but refusing to go down to your ass like this as I try to plant my knees against the floor. Twerking my ass a bit as I spread my thighs slightly, trying to dip my ass down low to try to take you off balance a bit and then thrusting upwards, trying to uppercut your ass a bit to topple you off balance Trying to raise up my center of gravity again with my tight ass as I push upwards with my forearms, aiming to shove my ass backwards to try to get back up as I fight against your oppressive ass overhead.
As my ass collides with your shoulder blades, I feel the air knocked from your lungs as you gasp, falling forwards onto your hands and knees. This is my moment, this is the time in which I get to put an end to this bitch and prove once and for all that she is nowhere near the woman that I am! I am the true bitch in this match and she’s the unfortunate cow that locked herself in an airplane with me!
I slam my ass down into yours and feel you strain against my strength, weight and gravity itself, but still you hold strong, as you do a second time. As I try for a third time, I notice you’d lowered yourself a lot lower than usual, and as I collide, you thrust me back up nearly as quickly as I came down. The shock from my own trick being used against me in mind-blowing, but what goes up, must come back down!
You send me up high, and I extend standing upright as I regain my balance, watching as you try and fight your way back up against me. No way am I giving up this advantage without one hell of a fight though! I throw my weight back at your shoulders, but not just to knock you over this time, I follow through, looking to slam you face first into the carpet once again, and plant my ass on your shoulder blades, straddling your back.
Thrusting my ass upwards against yours as I dip down low, using the force to topple you off balance as I see you stagger to your feet, struggling to stay upright as I go to plant my feet against the carpet. Toes digging in as I plant my palms, going to lunge forward to try to push myself upright. Panting out as I try to get back as you throw your weight forward after I've managed to force you backwards with an epic effort on my part, almost back up to my knees again as your butt just batters up against my shoulder blades again. Your heavy ass just crashing against my upper back as I groan out, wind rushing past my lips as you send me sprawling forward with all of your weight concentrated on my upper body as I bring my arms down....
Bringing both hands against the carpet as I can't support your weight on my shoulders as I grunt, my forearms trembling for a moment as I suddenly collapse forward. Face going to thump down into the carpet as I'm dazed, blinking as I go to moan out muffled, cursing in pain and frustration as I go to turn my head to the side. Panting out as I bite my bottom lip, refusing to make any sound that'll give you any fucking satisfaction as I plant my feet and palms into the carpet as best I can as I twist, trying to bridge up and roll you off of my shouders, trying to slip free before you can get settled as I reach up to try to snare your thong to add a little tug to escape, grunting heavily with exertion as my proud chest brushes against the carpet as well, eyes filled with some panic but more determination as I snarl with pure, undiluted enmity towards you.
As my ass crashes back into your shoulders, I feel you once again tumble forwards falling onto your hands and knees, desperately trying to support our combined weight, but it’s no use, you were never going to be able to manage it, and we go crashing into the floor of the place once again, with me sitting atop of you, my ass pinning your tits to the floor as I rest upon your shoulder blades.
I can sense you heaving beneath me, struggling to get yourself free, and I know I need to act quickly in order to secure this now! This is the biggest advantage either of us have had and I’ll be damned if I throw it away! I watch as you plant your feet and palms out, trying to bridge yourself and throw me from your back, and acting desperately to prevent this, or at least hinder you, I grab at your left arm with both of mine, yanking it back behind you sharply, threatening to almost pop the shoulder. “Submit you fucking slut!” I hiss at you.
Still, you’re a determined bitch, and one that won’t give in without a damn near murder it seems, and using your free hand in partnership with your legs, I feel you twisting yourself beneath me, and I’d rather act before you throw me off.
I quickly hook your arm between my legs, trapping it behind your back as I roll onto my side, forcing you onto your side as well, as I then try and use my free hands to yank at your hair, yanking your head backwards, trying to strain anything I can, your arm, your neck…
Panting out as I plant my palms and thighs, bridging furiously as i go to try to toss you off of me, trying to respond quickly as you reach for my left arm. If one part of the bridge collapses, I'm keenly aware it's all over as you TUG it back hard. Shoulder throbbing as you demand for me to submit, but there is zero chance of me doing that right now as I'm still determined to escape as I wince, biting my bottom lip as my eyes widen as you suddenly hook my arm back between your thighs. Feeling my arm slide between your powerful legs as you suddenly roll onto your side. With my arm pressed up behind my back, your other hand is free to grab my hair. Yelping out painfully as my scalp is being tugged, neck stretched along with my arm as I moan in pain...
My body slumping down on my side for a moment as I breathe heavily, struggling to focus as my eyes feel like they're watering, head spinning and arm trapped as I try to reach up with my free hand. Once again digging my nails into your wrist as I try to tug hard, yanking angrily as I try to free my head again as I try to plant my feet against the carpet. Toes digging in as my own powerful thighs plant against the floor, shaking with the strain as I try to tug my head free and go to use the sudden shove to try to slip my arm free from between your sweaty legs, grunting hard as I try to roll forward and twist free, knowing I can't stay here for long as I gasp out, closing my eyes with the effort in another bid for freedom!
I’ve got you on the ropes, I know it! You know it! Hell the pilot probably knows it and he can’t even see it! I’m working you over, so determined not only to beat you, but to seemingly leave enough damage that you’ll be waking up next week and remembering exactly what the hell happened to you here on the day you decided to fuck with me!
I notice however that even now, your fight isn’t fading… fine! I guess I’ll just have to truly fade this bitch out! My thought is interrupted however as you once again sink your nails into the wrist hold ing you hair, and my grip slips, freeing your head as you relieve the strain on your neck. ‘Fine, you win that one! But that’s it!’ I think to myself, focused fully on your arm and finishing this!
I notice as you dig your feet into the ground, looking to use your powerful thighs to try and free yourself… perhaps this is in fact the opportunity I need!
I lose focus on your arm, instead, using it as a decoy now, as you free it, I slide my own right arm around your throat, pulling my body up against yours, securing my arms around your throat, as I try and quickly wrap my legs once more around your thighs, hoping the crushing pressure on your neck is enough to distract you from preventing my legs from locking around you and fully securing the rear naked choke.
My nails digging into your wrists as I pant with triumph, feeling you release my hair as my head is spinning. Scalp throbbing as I blink, struggling to focus as I shake my head a little bit to clear it. Slightly shaking it back and forth, blonde hair falling around my face as my ponytail has come undone as you slide your arm now around my throat. Your body pressing against my back as you go to tighten your arm around my neck for a rear naked choke. Panicking a bit as my face turns red, panting for air as my chest bounces a bit, heaving in and out as I panic slightly...
One hand reaching up for your forearm as I try to push your arm upwards, trying to break your grip around my throat as I dig my fingers into your forearm, shoving hard as I try to reach my other hand down for your thighs. Squeezing as best I can as I try to keep your thighs pried apart, aiming to prevent the scissors from fully locking in. Grunting out as I try to plant my feet as I'm being pulled backwards, arching my hips forward as you pull backwards. When you do, I try to use your tug and the natural momentum of my hips to drive my ass into your stomach, hoping to knock the air out of you. If I can batter you with my tight butt, then I try to roll to the side again as I pant out, face turning red as I work SO hard to keep myself from getting trapped by this bitch.
I feel your hands on my forearm, desperately trying to pry my arm away from your neck, trying to fight off the crushing sensation as I work on brutally knocking the fight out of you by choke. Your other hand goes down to my thighs, and with the support of your own legs, desperately attempt to fight off the total rear naked choke I’m looking to lock in.
Once again you plant your feet on the floor, arching your hips forwards, before driving your ass into my stomach, sending a gasp of air from my lips as I let out a stifled moan. As I do, you roll to the side once more, but I’m not letting you go that easy, coming with you, and using my momentum, try and roll you back underneath me once more, looking to pin you face down on the floor for the third time.
“Just save yourself the pain bitch! Give in!” I hiss, laying on top of you, desperately fighting to try and and keep you there, my legs still fighting yours for control, as both of my hands know go to your hair, grabbing handfuls of your blonde strands, and slamming your face into the floor, both trying to knock the senses out of you and daze you, as well as just brutalise your looks!
I go to drill my ass backwards against your smooth abs, hearing the moan and sharp escape of breathe against my ear, bringing a brief little smile playing across my lips though I know my position is far from secure. Just knowing that I hurt you makes me happy as I go to roll forward as I try to push you away from me, but you roll with me as you go to press your weight down atop me. Our sweaty bodies brushing together as you reach for my blonde hair. Reaching up for your wrists instantly, but I don't get to stab my fingernails in as swiftly as I'd like as you start slamming my face to the floor this time. My head thumping against the carpet as I shout and dig my nails into your wrists, but then you do it again as I groan out, my nails loosening...
My head swimming as I blink, moaning out muffled into the carpet as I can't seem to hold onto your wrists from this angle. Head spinning as I try to reach up to protect my face, planting one palm to try to keep you from being able to drive my face downwards as my other forearm tries to elbow at your side and thighs, trying to twist free as I kick my feet. Getting dizzy and struggling to breathe against the carpet a bit, sweating heavily as I attempt to buck free violently, twisting and kicking as I try to dislodge you from on top of me as you roll me face first against the floor for the third fucking time - making me so frustrated right now!!
I’m abusing you, damn near assaulting you! As I drill your face into the floor over and over again, I feel those nails you’ve used so frequently lose their grip on me slowly, until finally I feel them fall from my wrists… the first sign this bitch is on the path to the end now, surely! Still, I continue to hammer away, drilling blow after blow, watching as one of your hands tries to protect your face, holding it away from the floor to the best of your ability, but merely slowly my slams, not diminishing them.
Your other hand, refusing to quit, tries to fire back an elbow into my side and thighs. The first couple of blows land on my thigh, and trying to diminish your hope rapidly, my left hand flicks from your hair to your elbow, and with a brutal yank as you fire it back towards me once more, I try and tuck it in under my body weight, hoping to painfully trap it between your back and my body weight, awkwardly held behind you, as my hand then moves back to the back of your neck, sinking my own nails in.
I continue to try and hammer your face against the floor, fighting your other hands presence to minimise the damage, in the mean time, the hand on your neck now works on trying to squeeze and crush, whilst sinking my nails further and further into the back of your neck.
You just keep battering my face down into the carpet as I'm shouting at first and clawing, but that is reduced to moaning as my hands are slipping downwards. I try to fire my elbow back to try to topple you to the side as I twist my hips in that direction as my head is spinning, but you suddenly yank on my forearm as you tug backwards. Popping my shoulder again as I can't help but yelp, my arm trapped between your legs as you press down roughly to press it underneath your body weight. Arm stretched awkwardly as I moan out, then you keep thumping my head against the floor.
Vision blurry as you press your palm against the back of my neck, digging your fingernails in as I squeal. Moaning out muffled as the back of my neck is throbbing, crushing the base of my scalp as I moan out, face pressed down into the carpet as I can't fucking breathe. Sweating and panicking now as one arm is completely trapped, my face is pressed into the carpet and I have to just reach up with my one free arm. Trying to paw at your arm as I can't speak, moaning out as I kick my feet in aggravation and agony, twisting and drumming my feet against the floor as I'm fading so freaking fast. Panting out and squealing into the carpet, slumping down a bit as I try to tug at your hand stabbing against the back of my neck as you hold me down facefirst into the carpet, trying to turn my head so I can breathe, or speak or do anything right now as your weight crushes me.
I’m like an animal on the scent of its wounded prey now, rabid and unstoppable, and power hungry as all hell! With your arm stuck between us, I’ve immobilised one of your biggest defensive attributes you’ve used all match, and now I’m determined to make you pay for it, in any way I possibly can! The hand in your hair now pins your face to the floor, as I work on suffocating you out in the carpet, all the while my other hand still clinches at the back of your neck.
“Scream for me you worthless bitch!” I hiss, smashing your face further and further into the floor beneath us, “Let the pilot hear just how desperate you are!” I mock, enjoying my position of absolute power over your right now.
I still feel your feeble attempts of escape and fight from beneath me, feeling you twist and drum your feet on the floor like a spoilt brat, and you grab at the hand on the back of your neck. Dealing with that, I just yank my hand away from your neck, instead moving that towards your ass, and grabbing at your thong, giving you an almighty wedgie, tugging it as deep into your ass as possible.
My arm trapped between our bodies underneath your weight as I feel it throbbing, going numb at this angle under your pressure. I'm dazed, but I can hear your taunts and screams down at me, hating your mockery as I blink. Biting my bottom lip as I try to refuse to speak or make a sound right now, just desperate to hold onto my dignity despite this position underneath you as I kick my feet. Trying to bridge upwards and buck free as you suddenly yank my hand away from my neck. You manage to snare my thong as you tighten your fingers around the fabric and tug upwards in a devastating wedgie, material digging in SO deeply between my ass cheeks and mound.Howling now muffled into the carpet as I kick my feet, feet sliding along the carpet underneath the wedgie as I shake and squirm, face pressed in tightly as my lower half is lifted upwards. Feet kicking wildly, any air that I'd managed to hold onto escaping as I moan and shout in blind panic against the carpet, my thighs and ass burning from the wedgie as I jerk, trying to twist free as my eyes are fluttering. Unable to breathe, but the pain in my thighs keeping me awake as my arms are trapped, moaning as I fight back tears face first underneath you!
Everything is coming up Emilia, and I’m loving it! I have this bitch trapped beneath me with no where to go, and no life line to cling to! Now! I get to take my reward!
Listening to your muffled cries into the carpet, I know the fight in you is breaking down… the alpha woman that walked onto the plane is now being reduced to a submissive bitch, ready to give in to her true calling! “Come on tough bitch! Where is your cocky attitude now! No sharp comment?” I hiss, tugging as hard as I dare on your thong, determined to rip it through your ass if feasibly possible.
With my other hand still in your hair, I feel as if I’m riding a bucking bronco… except this ones will is now broken, your weak feeble kicks just littering the room with small slapping sounds, barely audible over my panting breath as I work up a storm keeping you under control beneath me.
“Submit bitch! End this!” I hiss, yanking your head back to expose your face, now shedding tears as I look to enforce my will over you for the final time.
You keep riding my back as my feet thump against the carpet, riding out any resistance as you saw the material of my own thong against me, digging it deeply between my thighs as it cuts into my ass and crotch. I'm in shock, my whole body trembling in agony and frustration, forced to endure your taunts as you RIP up again. My whole body spasming as I scream out, feeling you yank back on my head to finally pull my sweaty face off of the carpet....
Chest rising and falling as I moan out, not crying completely, though you wouldn't be able to tell as my face is soaked in sweat and is a deep shade of scarlet, but I squeal out in agony. My lower body feeling like its on fire, mound and ass just throbbing from the wedgie, shocked that I'm being forced to give to such a simple, but effective manuever. It's the type of thing that bullies use and I can't believe I'm the one being fucking bullied here as I shudder, blinking as I struggle to focus. Taking a few brief seconds to catch my breathe before you suddenly tug back on my hair again, demanding I submit as I manage to breathe out in one ragged moan, choking back a sob as I pant out, "Stop...fucking stop..."
It takes a final burst of brutal effort to finally work this bitch over, to finally hear the bitch squeal out her submission, but as I work on ripping her own thong up through her ass, as I hold her head up high and force her to moan out into the room meekly.
As I hear the words muttered, I can hardly believe my ears… did I finally manage to put the bitch through more than she could handle… and if so! Did she actually just submit!
But as she mumbles for me to stop once more, I do believe it… dropping everything, allowing your head to slump back into the carpet and your thong to flick back into place with an audible snap as I roll off of you onto my back on the carpet beside you, taking numerous deep breaths as I try and recover from the gruelling endeavour that we just underwent…
After a couple of silent minutes, a soft smile creeps across my lips as I turn to look at my beaten foe… “You know what this means!” I hiss.
My thong just yanked upwards against my ass, viciously digging in as you hold up my hair, forcing me to submit verbally as I pant out a desperate demand for you to stop. Feeling like I'm on fire as my whole body jerks as you keep holding on for a few more seconds, then you finally drop my head as it thumps back into the carpet with a soft, muted thud. My thong is stretched out along my ass as you finally roll off, taking a deep sigh of relief as your weight is finally off of me, my chest heaving in and out as I gulp in air for the first time in a while....
Head spinning as I try to clear it, turning my head to the side as I look over at you, vision clearing as I hear your words. Heart pounding suddenly as you smile over at me, eyes narrowing in hatred and then widening in panic as I shake my head back and forth against the carpet. Murmuring softly, "No no no fucking no..." as I feel myself breathing fast, trying to move but my arms and legs not responding as I'd like, still trying to catch my breathe as I work to adjust my thong as I sprawl on my side, just panting out as I know EXACTLY what this means and I can't handle this right now or ever.
Making eye contact with you, I get to watch as slowly your confusion turns into realisation, into panic as you know what’s about to happen now. “Oh yes, oh fuck yes! You’re about to be throned bitch!” I hiss, slowly getting to my feet as I watch you flail beside me… “Oh I’ve craved this!” I hiss, before smirking like the devil himself at you, as I slowly lower my thong down my legs, exposing my shaved crotch and ass, the superior ass on this plane, as I toss my thong to one side.
“I recommend taking a deep breath bitch! Because this is going to be one hell of a long flight, and you’ll need it!” I hiss before moving towards you, kicking you from your side onto your back, and standing over your head, “Sweet dreams!” I mutter cruelly, before slowly lowering my ass down, spreading my cheeks out wide, as I begin to engulf your face in my perfectly superior ass.
My eyes widening in horror as you make complete eye contact with me, hearing you hiss down confidently at me, your cocky nature asserting itself as you get to your feet, towering over me in control. Hearing your words as I keep shaking my head, panting out as I can't say a word, just panicking now as my worst nightmare is about to happen as you lower your thong to show off your exposed crotch and the triumphant ass as you kick off your thong, then kick me to the side shortly after. My whole body jerking as I crash to my back, looking up at you as I try to move, but can't...
Using your recommendation as I take a deep breathe, trying not to inhale your scent at all as you lower your ass down SO slowly - just covering up my face as it disappears under your ass - making me take it all in as you spread out your ass cheeks. Seemingly swallowing up my face in your ample ass as you grind your hips down, just sitting down firmly as I thrash wildly. Jerking as if electrified as your ass touches my face, pushing and pawing at your butt cheeks, trying to turn my head so I don't have to breathe it in as I moan out muffled, my feet kicking as I can't believe you're sitting on my face 35,000 feet in the air or anywhere, to be honest. This shouldn't be happening, but it clearly is as I find my face buried in your ass....
As my ass buries your face between it’s ample cheeks, I simply lean back and enjoy the moment, burying every inch of your face in my victorious ass, having beaten you every which way to Sunday. As I take my throne, it doesn’t take long until you begin to struggle beneath me, desperately trying to turn your head away, or kicking your feet at the floor, but all your attempts are worthless now, you are the bitch, and I am the queen up here.
Slowly, I watch as you begin to fade away, your mumbling and moaning and erratic movements fading into futile struggles, fading further into nothingness… “Yes good bitch… take a nap!” I hiss, holding my throne for a minute longer, ensuring that you’re truly asleep, before standing slowly, and letting out a body deflating groan… exhausted at the ordeal in which I just underwent, redressing in my thong, and heading for the cockpit… it’s about time to get this bird on the ground!
