(Continuing from here...)
Emma Stone was not a happy woman.
There was a dour look on her face, as she slowly trudged up the trail towards the Competitor's Village, a towel wrapped tight around her mud-caked body. She had been jumped from behind by one Margot Robbie, eliminated from the tournament in a swift and humiliating manner. It was tearing her up inside to think about. She had (along with Scarlet, Brie, and Alexandra) trained specifically for this tournament. They had all hoped to make a good showing, but just like that, she was out. All it had taken was one cheap attack from behind, a flying tackle from someone who was seeming as crazy as the harlequin she played in the movies, and Emma was done. Finished. There'd be more matches in the future, but this tournament was the first of it's kind. It was important, and Emma had completely blown her chance to continue on to the next round.
As soon as the match was over, she had left the arena and grabbed her towel, heading back to the village. She didn't even stay to see Scarlett's match against Kim Kardashian. It didn't matter at this point. All Emma wanted now was to get off of the island and go home.
"You don't look too happy, huh..."
The sudden voice calling out to her caused Emma to quickly lift her head, glancing around the village. She had been in such a trance on her way back to it that she didn't even realize she was in the middle of the sixteen small cottages. It took her a moment to find the source of the voice, but it didn't take long to realize it was Kat Dennings, calling out to her from the entrance to her own abode. Kat was standing there, the brunette standing in the doorway leading inside, leaning against the frame of the open door, her eyes glancing over Emma's body as the other woman looked back at her. Kat had already gotten herself cleaned up, it looked like, not a trace of mud on her perfect body, the woman back into a clean and fresh swimsuit.
"I saw your match on the monitor inside," Kat continued, a slight grin playing at the edges of her lips. "Sneak attack from Margot, huh? Didn't see that coming." There was an obvious hint of a mocking tone in Kat's words, almost like she was making fun of Emma for her loss. "It's a shame. I had figured that would have been an easy match for you."
"Shut it, Dennings," Emma quickly fired back. Unlike Kat, there was a very blatant aggression in her tone. She wasn't in the mood for whatever it was Kat was doing. She just wanted to move on and clean herself up, but at the same time, she couldn't resist firing back at the slightly older and slightly shorter woman. "At least I didn't lose to
Christina Hendricks. You walked right into that old hag's bearhug. I mean,
geez. What were you thinking? At least I got jumped from behind with my loss. What's your excuse?"
Kat's small smile quickly dropped from her face, the brunette pushing off of the door frame and taking a step outside of her cottage. "Hey. She got lucky. At least I got some offense in. You got knocked down and twisted back like a pretzel. At least
I got some good hits in before I lost."
In return, Emma took a step forward, letting her towel drop to the ground behind her as she advanced towards Kat.
Okay, this is what we're doing, she thought to herself, knowing what was about to happen. She didn't particularly want to fight again like this, but she knew it was too late to back down, and hey. It was a chance to let off some steam. "Good hits? You punched her in the tits a couple times before screaming out a submission. Yeah, Kat, those were really good hits." She rolled her eyes and then continued. "Come on. We both know you chose the stupidest way to fight someone of her experience. What the hell was going on in your head?"
Kat took another step forward, and then sighed. Unlike Emma, she did want this fight. She was pissed about her loss to Christina, and she too wanted to unleash some of her pent up anger. She considered herself lucky that Emma had been the first one back. In her mind, it was going to be an easy sort of scrap. She was getting tired of all the trash talking, however, and with a slow shrug of her shoulders, she looked straight into Emma's eyes.
"Fuck it. Let's drop the pretenses. Are we going to do this?" She asked, dropping her voice to a softer, more serious tone.
"Gladly," Emma answered, and the moment the word had passed through her lips, she was charging forward, lunging straight towards Kat, as fast as she could manage with her tired and aching body.
Before Kat could react, Emma was on top of her, charging straight into her with the full body tackle. The Broke Girl flew back, landing on the dirt trail leading towards her cottage door, with Emma landing properly atop her. Stone didn't remain there for long, jumping right back up to her feet and sending a quick stomp into Kat's ribs. Kat, who's body was still in slight pain from Christina's earlier bearhug, cried out, turning over onto her side as Emma stepped past her, moving right into Kat's abode for the tournament. Once she was inside, Emma turned back to Kat and bent over, grabbing her by her long and luxurious brown locks with both hands. She started to pull, dragging Kat back into her cottage, before letting go and dropping her to the floor. She spun away from the brunette, moving to shut the door behind her. She wanted this to be private. After all, she wasn't getting paid for an extra match on the island, so she was going to make sure no errant cameras caught the two of them like this.
Unfortunately for Emma, however, shutting the door was a mistake. By the time she had started to turn back around, Kat was already climbing back to her feet, and by the time Emma was fully facing her, Kat was charging at her, fury burning bright in her eyes. Kat's fist came up, and before Emma could move out of the way the brunette was launching a punch her way, straight into her mud-caked belly.
"OOF!"
Emma yelled out loudly as Kat's fist found it's mark, driving into her stomach. She backed up against the door and coughed up air, rather violently at that, but she didn't get a chance to try and recover from the blow. In came another, and another, Kat working over her stomach just like she had tried working over Christina's tits earlier in the day. Kat seemed to be enjoying herself, too. With every punch she landed, another grunt escaped Emma's lips, and each one felt like pure bliss as the sounds reached her ears. It felt good to release her aggression like this, hammering poor Emma's midsection like it was nothing, but Kat wanted
more. She wanted to completely humiliate the other woman!
After a particularly nasty punch, she put on a smirk and reached up, grabbing Emma by the hair. Then, she began to drag Emma away from the door, pulling her across the room. Emma stumbled after her on legs made of jelly, barely able to stay standing after Kat's vicious assault but not wanting to drop down and give the brunette even more of an advantage. Kat pulled her across the living room of the cottage and towards the couch on other side of the room, and with a little bit of effort, she twisted her body around, flinging Emma by the hair towards it.
Emma's body crashed onto the soft couch, the woman landing on her back upon it, looking up as Kat moved in close again, towering over her. It was almost a terrifying sight, the look of the devilish brunette standing there, staring down at her like she was just a toy for Kat to play with. Emma could feel a tight feeling in her chest, the feeling of fear, of panic, and she began to wonder if falling for Kat's desire for a fight had been a mistake.
She didn't have long to wonder though. Kat soon dropped onto the couch with her, her more voluptuous body pushing down against that of the younger actress. Emma shivered beneath her, she wiggled, trying to get free, but Kat quickly reached out, grabbing Emma by the wrists, pinning them down against the big, soft couch.
"I don't think so," Kat purred, tsking down at her. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I'm done with you..."
Emma tried again to move her body. She tried to buck upwards, to try and dismount Kat from atop herself, but the brunette had a firm position straddling her. The Broke Girl wasn't going anywhere. Kat took a moment to slowly lick her lips as Emma struggled beneath her, almost as if she was teasing the other actress. She was dragging things out. She wanted Emma to worry about what came next, to panic about what the future held. For several more long moments Kat drew out the anticipation, and then...then she finally moved.
Wasting no time, Kat suddenly shifted her body, dropping her heavy chest straight down towards Emma's face. There was no playing around, no giving Emma a chance to react. Like a bolt of lightning, Kat's gigantic jugs sudden dropped onto Emma's face, the brunette shoving them against her. Emma, naturally, began to scream beneath them. The sound was muffled, of course, but it was there. She tried to twist her head this way, and then that way, trying to get a quick breath, but Kat twisted her torso back and forth in accordance with Emma's movements. No matter which way Emma turned, Kat's massive mammaries were right there, keeping her from getting any sort of a breathe. Emma was already tired, already worn down from what Margot had done to her earlier in the day, and now things were getting that much worse for her. The lack of air was getting to her. She was struggling and squirming, but she could feel her own body slowing down. She could feel her limbs growing heavier as Kat's great big ladies shoved down against her, rubbing against her face, unrelenting as they cut off her air supply.
Kat, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. The sensation of Emma struggling beneath her was giving her life. It was almost making up for her loss against Christina!
She shoved her beautiful breasts harder against Emma's face, taking the time to rub them all over her, wanting Emma to feel every inch of their perfection as they quickly sapped the energy from Emma's body. Indeed, it didn't seem to be taking long for the already-tired Emma to be fading away. Her struggles had been fairly wild at first, but now they were sluggish...and a few moments later they were even more so...and even more after that...
And then, finally, Emma seemed to be passed out beneath Kat, unconscious beneath the weight of her tits.
Kat held her position for a few seconds longer, wanting to make sure that Emma was out. "One...two...three..." She began to count to herself, keeping track of the seconds that were passing by. "Four...five...s-oh, fuck it. She's done!"
With a gleeful laugh, Kat sat up, and then slid off of Emma and the couch, climbing back to her feet and turning away from the younger actress. She moved across the room, a skip in her tired step as she moved towards the bar counter separating the living room from the kitchen. Her cell phone was lying atop it, and she wanted to get a few good pictures of Emma while she laid there, knocked out and humiliated on Kat's couch. She stepped to the counter and grabbed her phone, then noticed she had a few texts waiting for her.
Probably about my match, she decided, letting out a brief yawn as she unlocked the phone, starting to sift through the new messages. For the moment, Emma was out of her mind and out of her attention.
And that was her undoing.
Kat should have checked on Emma beforehand. She should had made sure that the other woman really was unconscious. At the very least, she should have turned back around and kept an eye on the couch as she went through her phone. She didn't realize that Emma was a hell of an actress when she needed to be. She didn't realize, in fact, that Emma had feigned her unconsciousness, waiting for Kat to become overconfident and get up off of her. If the brunette had waited a few seconds longer, Emma really would have gone complete unconscious beneath her, but she had gotten too overconfident and too hasty.
She didn't even hear Emma sliding off of the couch, creeping across the room towards her.
Emma snuck up on Kat, and as soon as she was in range, she grabbed the brunette by her hair, letting out an angry yell as she shoved her head downwards, slamming Kat face-first into the hard marble counter-top that was before her. With a pain-filled scream, Kat bounced off of it, a dazed and dizzy look in her eyes and a slight trail of blood dripping from her nose.
Good, Emma thought to herself.
Maybe a busted nose will teach her to not pick a fight next time.Emma wasn't done yet, though. She still had a grip on Kat's hair, and the brunette was dizzy in her grasp. Knowing she had Kat now, Emma dropped down to the floor, onto her back, pulling Kat down on top of her by her long brown hair. As soon as the two of them were down, Emma releasing Kat's locks. Her legs lifted up, wrapping around Kat's waist, beginning to squeeze, as her arms did much the same, moving towards Kat's neck to pull her into a sleeper hold. Together, the two simple submission holds formed one hell of a rear naked choke, Kat trapped atop of the taller woman, starting to gag as she realized it was her turn to struggle for breath now.
"Gotcha, bitch," Emma whispered, a fierce tone in her voice as she held Kat tight. Her arm squeezed at Kat's neck while her thighs tightened around Kat's waist. The Broke Girl's raised her own hands, pawing at Emma's arm, but it was too late. The hold was cinched in tight, and Kat couldn't even see straight at the moment. Between getting slammed face-first into her bar counter and now Emma's arm wrapped ever-so-tightly around her neck, Kat just couldn't find the strength to free herself. She couldn't get a grip on Emma's arm. She couldn't even find the strength to try squirming or wiggling against the dual sleeper-and-scissors combination.
"P..puh...p-please..." She managed to gasp out, but Emma responded by cranking the sleeper that much tighter.
"Fuck you," Emma answered, refusing to show even a little bit of mercy. "You wanted this. You got this. It's over for you now, Dennings. You're done..."
Kat couldn't deny it. Emma was right. She had fucked up, and now she was trapped. Her vision was going black, her lungs burning as they cried out for precious oxygen, but there was none of it to be found. Soon enough, Kat's eyes began to flutter closed, and soon enough, it was her turn to be unconscious within the grasp of her opponent. Soon enough, Kat went fully limp, passed out atop of Emma's body.
By the time she came to and woke up again, Kat found herself alone. Emma was nowhere to be seen, the brunette once more by herself in her cottage. The only difference this time, was that she had been stripped naked, her swimsuit nowhere to be found. Emma was gone, not even sticking around long enough to gloat to Kat about the win. She had simply stripped the brunette, and left.
And to Kat, Emma's complete absence was the most humiliating part of it all. She would think twice before crossing paths with Miss Stone ever again.
END.
