Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson
The assembled spectators were just settling into their seats which circled the large open floor in the mansion's vast living room. Their host took a last sip of his scotch and began to walk to the center of the room, where he would introduce tonight's combatants and give the signal for their match to begin.
Suddenly, behind the door of one of the adjacent guest rooms, there came the sounds of struggle, and a 'thud' that made many in attendance imagine a head being slammed into the heavy wooden door. A moment later that selfsame door was flung open, and out came Kristen...with Emma immediately behind her, the Brit's long chestnut mane wrapped tight around the left hand of her American nemesis. Watson's eyes were glassy and her jaw hung slack as she stumbled behind Stewart. Those who knew the layout of the mansion quickly surmised what had happened: the rooms given to Emma and Kristen were connected by a door. Obviously, as Watson stood ready to exit the room, all of her focus on the battle to come, Stewart snuck into the room, crept up behind her, and attacked. Caught utterly by surprise, Emma was swiftly overwhelmed and left dazed.
The host was about to call the entire match off when some of Emma's supporters urged him to let it continue. "Give her the chance to pay that bitch back!" "
Pffft, yeah," Kristen sneered with a roll of her eyes. "Like that'll ever happen." Reluctantly, the host agreed to let the match go on, and that was all that Stewart needed to hear. Still holding tight to her adversary's hair, she launched a stinging slap that cracked across the Englishwoman's alabaster cheek. Shaken by the blow, Emma nonetheless tried to rally, and fired back with a slap of her own...only to have her hand blocked by her intended target's right arm. Kristen then thrust her head forward, slamming her forehead in Watson's. As Stewart released her handhold on her hair, the moaning Emma staggered backward several steps, her hands brought up to her throbbing head. But she had greater concerns mere moments later, as Kristen launched a kick that slammed deep into the Brit's lower belly, doubling her over with a huge gasp.
The American then pulled her opponent's head between her thighs, applying a standing headscissors as Emma moaned. To add some insult to the injury, Stewart leaned forward enough to grab hold of the English girl's bikini briefs and tug them down so that her rear end is exposed. Kristen then gleefully begins to spank the pale white flesh, her palms cracking with each slap as the skin begins to glow red. Watson squirms in torment, trying to pull free of her rival's thighs while also blindly trying to ward off the spanks with her hands. Emma's partisans in the assemblage shifted uncomfortably in their seats; no one had ever seen Emma dominated so thoroughly before.
Finally Kristen ceased the spanking and released her foe. Red-faced, Emma stood erect and turned to walk away, intent on gaining the precious time she needed to catch her breath and gather her wits. However her panties, already hanging loose around her thighs, slid down her legs and tripped her up, causing her to lurch forward with a gasp and land face-first to the floor. Stewart moved with cobra speed, grabbing the garment from around her rival's ankles and yanking it off of her. Kristen then sat on Emma's back and pulled the Brit's arms up over the American's bent knees, setting her up for a camel clutch. However, before cupping her hands under Watson's chin, Kristen first pulled the panties over Emma's head, the fabric blindfolding her. Then Stewart yanked her head back, causing the embattled Brit to wail in pain. "Aww, what's the matter baby," Kristen cooed with mock sympathy. "Not having a good time? Here, let's put a smile on that face." With that, she pulled her hands from Emma's chin, and hooked her index fingers into the brunette's mouth, stretching her lips wide. Watson gave a high-pitched whine, and it was clear that she was choking back sobs.
Growing bored with this, Kristen released her rival and stands up. "Time to finish this, I think" she said menacingly. Face down on the floor, Emma with a groan pulled the bikini panties off of her head and pressed her palms to the floor to push herself up...but Kristen's foot, placed between her shoulder blades, roughly pushes Watson back down in a show of dominance. Kristen then walked around to her opponent's legs, where she bent down and grabbed her ankles in order to flip Emma over onto her back. Still holding the Brit's ankles, Stewart spread her legs wide, and threw a punt up into Emma's groin, causing her to shriek out "BLOODY HELL!!!" Watson tried to curl into a ball, but a sudden torrent of stomps to her body left her flat prone on her back, chest heaving as she gulped in air.
Kristen then kneels over Emma's torso, hands on her hips as she looks down at her beaten nemesis. With a saucy arch of her eyebrow, Stewart purrs, "Any last words, bitch?" Panting for breath, her face red and sweaty, Watson's glazed eyes narrow into angry slits as she rasps, "Sodding bitch, I'll destroy you next time!" Smirking, Kristen replies, "You know, your accent sounds so cute when you're trying to talk tough. But it sounds even better when it's muffled." And with that, Stewart pushes herself forward, until her groin completely covered Watson's face, smothering her. Emma's body thrashes wildly, but she lacks the strength to throw her rival off, and soon enough she ceases to move altogether.
Climbing off of her unconscious foe, Kristen pulls off Emma's bikini top and grabs her discarded panties, taking them as trophies as she struts back to her bedroom. And even though the spectators know she only managed to dominate Emma because she cheated, that domination was so magnificent to behold, one and all stand up to give her a cheering ovation as she walks away.
