[Savant]

Kylie Jenner vs Taylor Swift

The battle in the hot yoga studio had been going on for close to an hour now. Crawling on her hands and knees, a parched Taylor was dying for a drink of water. Instead she got Kylie’s foot in her face as the brunette kicked her in the chin.

The blonde dropped flat onto her back, groaning. An almost equally exhausted Kylie plopped down onto Taylor’s stomach, driving air from the blonde’s diaphragm.

The brunette signaled to an attendant to bring her a glass of water. She took her time, drinking in in the cool liquid slowly. She enjoyed seeing the desperate Taylor reached for the glass before the brunette swatted her arm away.

“No, none for you,” said Kylie maliciously.

She then poured the remaining water down her chest, the water dribbling down her cleavage, further cooling her off.

“Water…water…” Taylor pleaded to the attendant.

“I said no!” seethed Kylie.

She then plunged her chest down onto Taylor’s face.

“Mmmmppphhh…mmmppphhhh,” Taylor screamed into Kylie’s tits, her dehydration immediately worsened by the furnace-like heat from Kylie’s breasts.

Kylie wrapped her arms behind Taylor’s head, pushing the blonde’s face more tightly against her chest.

Picture the tableau:. Taylor in a two piece pink outfit, a tank top and yoga pants being breast smothered by Kylie in a lacey black bra and black yoga pants. The two women were evenly-sized. They were longtime rivals with an almost identical win-loss record against each other. But things were coming to a climax now.

After smothering Taylor close to unconsciousness, Kylie wrapped up her legs around Taylor’s beck in a reverse neck scissors. Her rock hard thighs clamped around Taylor’s beck. She then started pulsing her leg muscles: tightening…then relaxing…before tightening again…Kylie’s thighs were firm from years of playing tennis. An already groggy Taylor’s face winced in pain every time Kylie flexed her legs. The blonde was in a kind of hell now. Sweaty, dehydrated, and utterly spent after the iron woman match. Every fresh pulse brought her face closer to Kylie’s glutes. Finally the brunette took the next logical step and just sat down on Taylor’s face, transitioning from a reverse scissors to a face sit.

“Mmmmpphhhh…nnnnnnnn….nnnnnnnnnn……” a muffled Taylor screamed in protest as Kylie just smiled. The last few minutes of dominance had filled the brunette with a shot of adrenaline.

This had not always looked so good for Kylie. She had been trapped in an excruciating camel clutch for more than five minutes, to the point where her back went numb. At another point Taylor had frozen her in place for several agonizingly long minutes with a nerve hold clamped on her trapezius muscles. Kylie thought she might have to give up but had fought through it.

She had taken away Taylor’s greatest weapons, her long, slim legs with constant sidekicks until the blonde’s speed was taken away and she stated limping. Once Kylie had achieved this, she started having more success tagging the blonde with gut shots and right and left crosses to the head until Taylor was wobbly and ripe for the picking.

Kylie’s reverie was broken when she realized that Taylor was no longer moving underneath her.

“Whoops.” Kylie giggled. She gingerly removed her pert derriere from Taylor’s face. She had to laugh when she saw how red and clammy Taylor’s face was. The brunette had done a real number on her.

Kylie picked her up by the armpits and dragged her into a corner of the room. Kylie sat herself in Taylor’s lap. She again signaled to the attendant to bring her a glass of water. She slapped Taylor awake but the blonde was just barely awake. Kylie again took her time, drinking the ice water slowly, taunting Taylor. The blonde licked her parched lip, soooo desperate for water. Instead she got a vicious right cross across the jaw. You could practically see the little birds chirping over Taylor’s head after the punch.

“No drinky for you, Taytay,” Kylie giggled.

After finishing off the glass of water, Kylie grabbed the strap of Taylor’s tank top and stripped the blonde of her shirt, exposing her lovely breasts.

“Hey, some get a shot of this,” Kylie ordered the attendant. The attendant dutifully moved into place and started taking photos of Kylie posing in victory over the topless Taylor.

After several minutes of displaying f her victim, Kylie snuggled closer to Taylor and once again plunged the blonde into a pitiless breast smother.

“Your tits aren’t bad, blondie but why not take a long look at a really nice rack” Kylie taunted.

She kept pressing and pressing and pressing her breasts more and more tightly against poor Taylor’s face. There was no escape for the blonde this time. Her arch enemy had her.

[Raspberry]

Emilia Clarke vs Nathalie Emmanuel - Wrestling

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Emilia wanted revenge ever since she got an ass beating from Nathalie back in December of 2015 so she challenged her to a wrestling match. Overconfident and cocky Emilia taught she had this one in the back and it completely backfired.

(Emilia: Black strapless bra and black panties)
(Natalia: Red strapless bra and white panties)


Natalia was easily handling Emilia for about 3/4 of an hour, but Emilia was to stubborn to give up. Tired and with broken spirit she wasn't even fighting back so Natalia decided to have some fun before finishing her of.

Nathalie wrapped her legs around Emilia's ribs with a tight grip then she used her arms to pull on Emilia hair. No resistance, only moaning and shouting coming from Emilia's side: "Let go of me bitch!" "As you wish Khaleesi." she responded.

Nathalie decided to ditch the rules; She backed Emilia into a wall and started another series of punishments with a few knees to Emilia's stomach. Nathalie lets Emilia drop to the ground "Whats wrong my queen?" she grinned as she stomped Emilia's crotch. With Emilia rolling on the ground in pain Nathalie decided to sit on her legs and start another assault on Emilia stomach. After getting bored of punching Emilia's soft, now red belly, Nathalie decided to finally finish her off. Nathalie stood Emilia up and put both of her hands on Emilia's crotch squeezing as hard as she could then to add salt to the wound she wrapped things up with a hard kick between Emilia's legs. "You need to rethink your place" she whispered to defeated Emilia. She blew her a kiss and left the room.

[Savant]

Taylor Swift vs Kylie Jenner

Taylor woke up with a wince, her face grimacing as Kylie’s knee pushed down on her neck. Taylor was face down on a bed, her hands tied behind her with a skipping rope. She had just lost an exhausting hot yoga match with Kylie.

The brunette had dragged Taylor into an adjoining bedroom after knocking the blonde out with a prolonged breast smother.

The match had moved into the punishment phase now and Kylie licked her lips at the prospect of the hurt she was going to put on her long-time rival.

She kept pressing her knee against the back of Taylor’s neck, leaning her weight into it. Taylor squirmed helplessly, her eyes closed tightly in pain. Kylie kept the punishment going for several long minutes.

She then flipped Taylor over onto her back. Kylie sat herself firmly on Taylor’s belly, then she started hopping up and down, driving her weight into Taylor’s core over and over, and pushing the oxygen out of the blonde.

“Ooooofffff…” Taylor exhaled, her cheeks puffing out every time Kylie bounced on her diaphragm. Kylie, enjoying herself, kept on bouncing up and down.

“Wheeeeeee!!!! Feeling a little winded blondie?” Kylie taunted.

Taylor found it increasingly difficult to get a breath in as Kylie’s malicious bouncing kept up.

Kylie didn’t want her passing out yet, though. She stopped the torture before Taylor went out. She got up and walked into an adjoining bathroom. Taylor heard her turn on the tap.

Kylie cam e back into the bedroom before dropping heavily back onto Taylor’s tummy, straddling the blonde’s stomach again. Kylie took a long, slow sip of ice water from a glass. A desperately dehydrated Taylor looked pleadingly up at Kylie,. She was so parched, so thirsty.

“Would you like a drink of water?” Kylie asked disingenuously. She had no intention of letting Taylor drink.

 Instead she reached into the glass and pulled out an ice-cube. Kylie ran the ice cube along Taylor’s long, white neck, over her lips and over her forehead but being careful not to let the blonde drink in any moisture.

Instead she leaned over and slowly, once again, pressed her tits over Taylor’s face.

“Drink these in instead Taytay,” Kylie said, giggling.

“Mmmmppphhh…mmmmpphhhh…nooooooooooooooo…” Taylor protested. She wildly kicked her feet up and down. She couldn’t handle another breast smother, not another one!

“Hahaha. Are you hot down there, Taylor?” said Kylie.

Wrapping her arms behind Taylor’s head, Kylie kept pushing her breasts tighter and tighter against Taylor’s nose and mouth, not allowing her to get a breath in.

Taylor tried to free herself but her hands were tied too tightly and Kylie’s weight was too heavy pressing down on her. The heat from Kylie's breasts was overwhelming. It felt like someone had wrapped a wet towel tightly around her face.

Kylie rolled her shoulders, moving her tits in semi-circles over Taylor’s face. She kept this up for several long minutes bringing the blonde to the very brink of unconsciousness.

Finally she lifted up her breasts and allowed Taylor to breathe again. Taylor gulped in precious oxygen, gasping it in greedily. But any reprieve Taylor had was short-lived.



Kylie then inched up and clamped her thighs around Taylor’s neck. Keeping her pinned in place, Kylie slapped Taylor in the face.
The sharp blow snapped the blonde awake.

Kylie slapped her again, a bright, ringing clap.

Taylor looked in shock as Kylie rocked her.

Kylie slapped her again…and again….and again…

Eventually a trickle of blood seeped out of the corner of Taylor’s mouth.

CRACK! Another slap crashed against Taylor’s cheek.

Taylor’s eyes were unfocused and hazy as the rain of slaps continued. She was totally helpless now. There was nothing she could do but take Kylie’s punishment for as long as the brunette wanted to dish it out.

“You’re mine, bitch. Mine. I OWN you, you worthless slut,” Kylie hissed. “Only question is what should I do with you? Should I keep slapping you silly? Should I choke you out? Should I plant my big ass on your face? So many choices” Kylie continued.

“Should I let you live Taylor? Because your life is in my hands now, Taylor. You know that, right, huh? Answer me!”

SLAP!

Taylor groaned deeply. She could hear Kylie’s threats…dimly. She could feel the slaps ringing against her cheeks, although even that sensation was getting numb now. She was slipping away into a deep haze as her arch-enemy crowed over her. Her eyes closed. She swallowed hard, her throat burning from dehydration. She was fading out now. She was slipping away. What a mistake it had been to agree to this match with Kylie.

[Savant]

Kristen Stewart vs Emma Watson

Kristen grabbed a handful of Emma’s hair before violently slamming the Brit’s head into the corner turnbuckle. Emma went wobbly kneed as her bell was rung. Liking what she saw, Kristen proceeded to repeat the turnbuckle blow again…then again…then again…

Finally she allowed Emma to slump to her haunches, her throbbing head resting against the ring post. Kristen followed her down and starting firing some short, sharp punches into Emma’s lower back, targeting her kidneys. Emma gasped, then bit her lip in pain, her eyes clenched tightly.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Kristen whispered in her ear.

The two women - the sarcastic, rebellious Kristen and the gentler, more soft-spoken Emma – were perfect rivals. One American, one Brit. Both 5’5, trim. Both in their 20’s. They had been feuding for several years now. They were evenly matched. Some days Emma would prevail, some days Kristen. However, since Emma had recently taken some time off, she lost a little bit of conditioning. Kristen pounced on the opportunity and had reeled off several wins in a row, becoming increasingly dominant each time. Emma was determined to get back on a winning track but things weren’t working out that way tonight.

After the debilitating kidney shots, Kristen got back to her feet above the still kneeling Emma. She pressed the point of her right knee into the back of Emma’s neck and started leaning her weight into the Brit. Emma ‘s wincing face was smushed up against the cold steel of the ring post as Kristen targeted her long, slim neck. Kristen could see Emma’s boyfriend looking on in alarm as Kristen beat up the Brit. The American, smiled, delighting in the fact that he was witnessing Emma’s destruction. Finally, Kristen stomped her foot on the back of Emma’s neck, drawing shocked gasps from the crowd at the violence of the blow.

Emma pooled down so she was flat on her stomach, moaning in pain and clutching at the back of her neck. Kristen grabbed her by the feet and dragged the Brit into the middle of the ring. The American then got down on the mat herself before clenching an STF on Emma, lifting the Brit’s upper body off the mat, by pulling on her neck from behind. The brutally applied hold put intense pressure on Emma’s neck and lower back. Almost immediately and involuntarily, Emma lifted up her hand as if she was about to tap out. Kristen smiled.

The ref, seeing Emma’s hand, stepped in: “Do you give up, Emma?”

“Nnnnnn….nnooooo…..no…” Emma said, desperately. The Brit was tough and renowned for her ability to take loads of punishment. In plenty of matches with Kristen she had been able to endure tough stretches like this and come back to beat the American and she was counting on being able to do so again.

Only problem was that Kristen was also counting on this stubbornness and used it to her advantage, cranking even further back on the STF until Emma was bent at a seemingly impossible angle. The kidney shots had already hurt her lower back and now the vicious STF was bringing her to brink of passing out.

“Ask her again, ref,” said Kristen, almost sweetly.

Again, Emma’s hand hovered over the mat. “Gunnnggh…” she cried out despite herself, tears starting to roll down her pretty face.

“Emma…Emma! Do you give up?” the ref asked again. Emma gave him a withering look, directing her anger at being trapped in this hold to the official.

Kristen started rocking the hold back and forth, adding even more impossible pressure on Emma.

Finally the Brit’s body relaxed as she passed out from the unbearable pain. The ref checked her arm once…twice…three times but it dropped like a rock every time. The bell rang signaling the official end of the match.

Kristen leaned over the prone Emma, grabbing her shoulders from behind and whispering in her ear “I knew I could count on you being too stupid to give up, blondie,” and giggling.

“Ropes!” Kristen commanded.

The stipulations in the match were clear. The winner would get 30 minutes to torture the loser and Kristen intended to take full advantage. Her corner brought her some burlap ropes as she demanded. She used one to tie Emma’s hands tightly behind her back. She wrapped another one more loosely around Emma’s neck and a third one around her waist. Those might come in handy later on.

She then sat Emma up on her butt in a sitting position. Kneeling behind her, Kristen peeled off the top of Emma’s one-piece swimsuit, exposing her lovely breasts to the crowd.

Emma’s boyfriend was horrified by her humiliation. He left the arena, not wanting to witness what came next.

Still kneeling behind her, Kristen worked one hand into Emma’s pussy and started using her fingers to fuck the Brit. Emma started moaning as she gradually woke up from her STF-induced sleep and started realizing where she was and what was happening to her. Kristen expertly manipulated Emma’s sex, quickly bringing her up to a boiling point.

“No….no…s-stop…” Emma pleaded.

“Shut up slut. I don’t care.” Kristen responded cruelly.

For several long minutes she kept Emma on the brink of orgasm, stimulating her…before relenting….then going to work again...rising…the falling…but denying the Brit the release she needed so badly.

“P-please…please…” Emma whimpered.

Finally with a couple of violent strokes, Kristen opened Emma’s flood gates and the Brit came.

“Hahaha! Timber!” Kristen laughed as Emma dropped down stomach first on the mat, covering her face in shame.

If Emma thought the humiliation was over though, she was sorely mistaken.

Kristen slapped her playfully on the ass, before slipping her hand into Emma from behind.

“Oh God! No! What are you doing?” Emma cried out.

“Just showing you a good time, Emma” the American replied.

Again she used a series of expertly applied strokes and thrusts to stimulate the Brit. With her hands tied behind her, there was nothing Kristen could do to defend herself. She was soaking wet with sweat now, her hair damp and stringy. Kristen was so relentless, so pitiless. Emma tried to resist but the American seemed to know just the exact spots to bring her to a boiling climax.

The whole time that Kristen was finger fucking her, she wrapped her other arm around Emma’s stomach from behind, holding her tightly in place. She also trash talked her incessantly.

“You’re a worthless slut, Emma. You know that right? Your fat ass can’t handle me anymore, blondie. I’m fucking the daylights out of you and there’s nothing you can do about it, can you? Because you’re my inferior aren’t you, bitch? I OWN you now, don’t I? Don’t I?”

Emma started crying again in utter humiliation. Kristen would not let up though, thrusting her hand in and out, in and out….constantly…relentlessly…until finally Emma exploded again.

Kristen wiped the Brit’s cum off her fingers in Emma’s sweaty, Brit locks.

She then flipped the Brit onto her back. She sat herself heavily on Emma’s tummy. Now is the moment where she would use the rope she had tied around Emma’s neck. She quickly tightened the noose around the Brit’s throat and started applying crushing pressure. Emma started coughing and gasping for breath, but Kristen simply roped the burlap around her hands two more times, further increasing the bite of the rope around her helpless rival’s neck.

“Now…give up, dummy. Be smart for once in your life and give up.”

A desperate Emma held out for another minute or so before she finally relented.

“I give. I give up. Enough. Please.” Emma pleded.

A big smile broke over Kristen’s face, as she had finally broken the Brit’s spirit.

“Yes!” she said, pumping her fist in victory.

But she didn’t let up on the rope choke. No, Emma was not getting off that easy.

Emma’s face turned red, her eyes panicky. A long line of drool dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.

Kristen wrapped the two ends of the rope around her hands again, further tightening the noose.

“I give…I give…I give…” Emma croaked.

“Yeah, I know you do Emma. Good girl,” said Kristen, laughing, "but, unfortunately for you, I've still got 10 minutes on the clock,"

[Dario]

Absolutely a masterpiece, many thanks. A rematch would be superb.

[ernest31]

That story was a brilliant master piece Savant I hope you might consider a follow up with Emma getting her revenge

[Jackflash Jump]

HWA:  Scarlett Johansson vs Sayuki Matsumoto



It had been a rousing battle right from the opening bell.  With Scarlett's Pacific Championship belt on the line, the blonde was at the peak of her game...but so was her challenger.  The two fought to a veritable stalemate for some fifteen minutes, until finally the tide turned in favor of one beauty...and turned hard.

The pivot point came when Johansson sought to finish off her opponent with a heart punch, one of the Champ's most effective moves.  Her fist sank deep into the cleavage of Sayuki, and the Japanese juggernaut's face twisted into a mask of pain...BUT, she did not go down.  Both wrestlers stood there unmoving for several long moments, shock registering across Scarlett's visage, as no one had ever withstood her heart punch before.  Matsumoto shook her head as if to clear a fog, and then suddenly she sprang to life, adrenaline pumping through her veins, her eyes blazing with rage.  And from that point on, Johansson was agonizingly overwhelmed by her adversary, as Sayuki slammed her from pillar to pole.

And now, the blonde was in a corner, arms draped over the top ropes on either side, her jaw slack and eyes glazed, her lush body limp.  It was all she could do to not slump to the mat...but remaining in this spot was no virtue, for across the length of the ring stood Matsumoto.  And then the almond-eyed Amazon charged at her rival, racing with all the speed she could muster, until her body slammed into that of Scarlett's like a runaway bullet train!  The blonde let out a loud gasping wail, and as Sayuki stepped back, the Champ began to keel forward like a felled tree.

However, the brunette dipped at the knees and caught Johansson across her shoulders.  And then, in a magnificent display of sheer raw power, the Japanese battler carried her hapless opponent to the center of the ring, and there she slowly turned in a circle, displaying Johansson as a huntress displays her prize trophy.  When she had completed a full rotation she looked directly into the cameras, their cyclopian eyes beaming this moment into millions of homes the world over, and in a taunting bellow she shouted, "Kore wa anata no chanpiondesu ka? Kanojo wa watashi ni kurabete nanimonai! Nanimonai! Watashi wa watashi no yetsu-sei o shmei shimashita!"  (Rebroadcasts would provide a subtitle in English:  "This is your champion?  She is nothing compared to me!  Nothing!  I have proven my supremacy!").  And then, drawing gasps of amazement from the thunderstruck crowd, Matsumoto gorilla pressed the moaning Scarlett's body up above her head, and then slammed her to the canvas with such force, the whole ring shook!

Now battered unconscious, Johansson offered no resistance greater than a soft, sobbing groan as Sayuki planted her boot upon the fallen blonde's heaving chest and the referee counted to three.  The belt was then wrapped around the waist of the new Champion, while the dethroned Queen was carried away on a stretcher.

[gelle]

That's true life. Asians are the hottest and strongest females ever. Have a look on Matsumotos unbelievable body and face! Simply the best.

[WriteThisWay]

That's true life. Asians are the hottest and strongest females ever. Have a look on Matsumotos unbelievable body and face! Simply the best.

Can we please get past these ignorant race based comments?

[pro wrestling roleplayer]

Beyonce vs Katy Perry

Wonderful work, Stories! We need more Katy Perry here. Keep it up!

there is no way Perry beats Beyonce. Perry is a punching bag in this and many other matchups

[Jackflash Jump]

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg



"DON'T.  YOU.  DARE."

Whoever had put together the guest list for this Hollywood party clearly had not known one very specific rule of event planning:  Never invite Amanda Seyfried and Michelle Trachtenberg to the same soiree.  Their rivalry in the elite celebrity catfighting circuit had escalated into an all-out war that was likely to erupt anywhere.  The instant the two beauties lock eyes across the room, they glared daggers at one another.  The silence was soon broken by catty insults, which rapidly degenerated into snarled and profane threats.  And then, before anyone realized what was happening, the other guests found themselves stepping back to give ample room to the two ladies as they tore into each other.

After a minute or two of hair tearing, the action shifted to slaps to faces and backhand chops to chests.  They toiled in stalemate for several minutes more, each too equally matched to dominate the other, until finally Amanda managed to snare her nemesis with a Standing Dragon Sleeper.  As the blonde bent the struggling Trachtenberg backward at the waist, she smirked and giggled, her eyes scanning the room, watching all of these powerful figures in the entertainment business drinking in the sight of her dominance.

But she would have been wiser to focus her attention on her adversary, for although the brunette was trapped at the moment, she was far from hopeless.  With a blur of motion, up shot Michelle's left leg, perfectly sculpted by years of ballet training.  Her shin smashed perfectly between Seyfried's eyes, leaving those green orbs suddenly glazed and spinning in their sockets as she released her rival and stumbled backward.  Trachtenberg was upright and spun around in an instant, landing a backhanded slap to the blonde's face that cracked loudly throughout the room, and send Seyfriend reeling back several more steps.  The brunette pursued her, roughly shoving her arch-rival's back up against the wall.  Grabbing Seyfried by her blonde locks, Michelle then began banging the back of her head again and again into the wall, cracking the plaster while Amanda's eyes grew glassier still and she punctuated her moans with tiny pained yips with every blow of her skull against the wall.

Still holding the blonde by her hair, Trachtenberg dragged her on stumbling feet to the center of the large room, then stepped behind her opponent.  By sheer coincidence, both actresses were wearing dresses by Louis Vuitton tonight, and although they looked entirely different from one another, just the fact that they shared the same designer was intolerable.  From behind Seyfried, Michelle reached her hands around and grasped tightly the front of her foe's dress.  It was then that Amanda came out of her stupor and intoned in a voice that was equal parts fury and fear, "DON'T.  YOU.  DARE."

"Oh, I think I do dare," the brunette winsomely replied, and suddenly the unmistakable sound of fabric being torn filled the air.  In a flash, the front of Amanda's expensive attire was torn away, leaving her topless.  But if Michelle thought the sudden exposure would humiliate her rival, she had forgotten that Amanda was no prude, and wasn't the least bit reluctant to display her lithe body in all of its glory.  What she objected to was being rendered naked by her hated arch-nemesis.  Rage filled the blonde's eyes, and while Trachtenberg basked in what she believed to be a moment of triumph, she was unprepared for the elbow that was thrown, the bony joint connecting squarely with the side of her head.  And now it was Michelle's turn to be suddenly stunned, and she staggered backward, shaking her head to try and clear the sudden haze.

Seyfried whirled around and lunged at her foe, wrapping her right arm around Michelle's neck for a side headlock.  Amanda then ran forward, pulling the brunette along with her, until they neared the wall.  At the last instant the blonde came to a sudden halt, but as she released her headlock, Michelle had no means of braking, and now it was her head slamming into the wall.  Leaving a fair-sized indentation in the drywall, Trachtenberg flew backward from the impact, landing with a thud on her rear end, eyes half-shut and mouth agape as she sat there badly dazed.  Amanda dropped to one knee behind her, planting her other knee between the brunette's shoulder blades, and Seyfried's fingers slipped into the corners of her victim's mouth, painfully stretching it wide as she pulled her head back.  The embattled brunette shrieked in anguish, her hands flailing haplessly in the air as her legs thrashed on the floor in front of her.

Her eyes glancing to the side, the blonde takes note of the tatters of her decolletage on the carpet beside her.  Suddenly releasing her hold, she scoops up the fabric and wraps it around her rival's slender throat.  Michelle's eyes go wide as she gasps for air, her fingers clutching and tugging uselessly at the improvised garrote that now strangled her.  Such a tactic was frowned upon in a sanctioned catfight, but for this impromptu brawl, no one sought to give voice to their complaints.

Still holding the fabric noose tight around her foe's throat, Amanda used it to pull Michelle up as the blonde stood on her feet.  She then artfully spun around, the cloth still firmly in place, until the beauties were back to back.  Dipping her knees, Seyfried pulled Trachtenberg's body backward over her left shoulder, as the brunette's legs dangled on one side of Seyfried, and her strangled throat was on the other.  Michelle squirmed in agony, her face purpling from lack of air...and then she went limp.  Amanda released the choking fabric to allow her now-unconscious adversary to breath again, and she slowly turned around, showing off her beaten nemesis as Michelle lay like a rag doll over the blonde's shoulder.

Then, letting her foe drop to the floor and land in a heap of twisted limbs,  Amanda removed the remnants of her own dress, methodically removed Michelle's garb and, claiming the designer dress as her "spoils", donned the togs, leaving the insensate brunette clad in only her black lace panties on the mansion's floor.  Throwing back her head with a triumphant laugh, Seyfried happily accepted a proffered glass of champagne and rejoined the party, encouraging the spectators to tell her in great deal how magnificent she was.

[Savant]

Emma Watson vs Kristen Stewart: Shot to the Heart!

As a sweaty Emma Watson was pushed into a corner of the ring and tagged with a lusty right cross to the jaw by Kristen Stewart, the Brit bemoaned her failed plans for revenge against her American arch-enemy.

After their last bout, a devastating squash that ended with Emma being brought to a series of humiliating orgasms, Watson had vowed to get her revenge. She had trained hard and was in peak shape. She watched old videos of past matches she had won against Kristen to boost her confidence.

So far though nothing was working out. Kristen was a beast. She had used her long legs to kick Emma repeatedly, first targeting Watson’s own legs, then sending straight thrusts into the Brit’s tummy. When Emma started sagging, Kristen started sending spinning kicks into her arch-enemy’s face. Enough of these got through to stun Watson and put a wobble in her legs.

Kristen capitalized and started firing left and right crosses, uppercuts and jabs at Watson. Emma covered up as best as she could but was constantly on the defensive. The only redeeming thing was that so far, Kristen had not unleashed any of the devastating submission holds she had used so effectively on Emma last match. No smothers, chokes or STFs so far. However Kristen was softening up her rival in order to do just that.

As Kristen advanced upon Emma in the corner though, the complexion of the match changed in a heartbeat…literally.

Emma saw her coming, planted her legs and with all her remaining strength punched Kristen straight in the heart. The American’s girl’s face went white and she collapsed in Emma’s arms. A heart punch! This is something that Emma had specifically been working on with her trainers. She knew that, properly delivered, a heart punch could knock all the starch out of an opponent.

Kristen pushed herself away from Emma and tried to walk it off, stumbling on suddenly shaky legs. An opportunistic Emma however was not about to let this chance escape. She tacked Kristen from behind, bringing both of them crashing to the mat. Scrambling on top of Kristen, she turned the American around so she was sitting on her. She then lined herself up and sent another punch straight into Kristen’s heart. Then another. Bingo! Kristen was jolted like she had been zapped with a resuscitator.

“HA! Shot through the heart.And you're to blame!” sang a gleeful Emma, channeling Bon Jovi,

A suddenly desperate Kristen slowly squirmed onto her stomach and tried crawling away to get some distance between herself and Emma but the heart punches had left her weak as a kitten.

Emma got to her feet and reaching down grabbed Kristen by a handful of hair. She lifted up the American so she was (barely) standing. Emma nestled up to her and positioned her for a stunner. She wrapped an arm around Kristen’s head before suddenly dropping down to her butt. Kristen’s jaw bounced off Emma’s shoulder, rattling her teeth and sending another jolt of electricity right up Stewart’s spine. Kristen flipped over entirely and lay on her stomach like road kill.

“Whooo!” Emma, exulted, pumping her fist.

She then pulled back her leg before firing a soccer-style kick into the downed Kristen’s face.

“Gunnnggghhhh!” the American cried out as the kick exploded against her jaw.

Stars were spinning around Kristen’s head. How had things changed so quickly? She had been in total control of Emma and all of a sudden she couldn’t think, couldn’t move, she barely knew where she was.

The next thing she knew, Emma had grabbed her by the hair again and dragged her up to a sitting position. Emma sat herself in front of Kristen, she wrapped one arm behind Kristen pulling her in tight, then started firing heavy gut shots into Kristen’s tummy.

“PAK!”

“Oooooffff…”

“PAK!”

“Ungh!”

“PAK!”

“Pfffftttt…”

Emma was lining up her shots carefully, firing her fists as deep and as hard as she could into Kirsten’s stomach, using her belly button as a target. Kristen’s face screwed up in pain as each punch drilled her.

After all the air had been punched out of her, Emma pounced on Kristen, bringing them both crashing back onto the mats. She stuffed her modest but firm breasts into Kristen’s face, smothering her.

“Mmmppppphhhh….nnnnnnnnnnn…” Kristen protested.

“Suck on my tits, dummy!’ Emma taunted her.

Her arms were wrapped around the back of Kristen’s head, keeping her face firmly in place as Emma pushed and pushed and pushed…pressing her breasts as firmly as she could into Kristen’s nose and mouth, not letting her get even a taste of air.

“Go on, dummy, suck on them….lick them…or tap out!” Emma demanded.

A desperate Kristen tried to lift up her hips and squirm her way out of the breast smother but Emma had her full weight on her and she was almost completely wrecked after the multiple heart punches, the stunner and the belly shots in quick succession. Her hips dropped back onto the mat, as she accepted her fate.

A delighted Emma could feel the fight drain out of Stewart and excitedly pressed her advantage. She started shaking Kristen’s head back and forth, like a dog tearing at a bone. But she was always careful not to let Kristen breathe.

A minute went by…then another…

“You’re such a dumb girl, Kristen. You always have that stupid, blank, stoner look on your face. How did you ever beat me? I am your superior in every way. But I guess you’re finding that out now, aren’t you?” teased Emma.

Emma just kept up the smother, even after Kristen’s arms and legs splayed out and she completely limp. Finally she lifted her breasts off Kristen’s face, a wet popping sound was heard as she released the seal.

Emma then grabbed one of Kristen’s legs and pinned her. The ref counted 1-2-3 as the crowd exploded.


(pause)


After several minutes, Kristen shook her head and started gradually waking up from her slumber. She felt pressure, terrible pressure. Slowly she realized that she was lying face down in the middle of the ring , that her hands were tied up tightly behind her and that Emma was thrusting her fingers in and out of her from behind, over and over, bringing her slowly, inevitably to an organism.

“No…no….s-stop…” Kristen whispered.

“Yes! YES! How do YOU like it, K?” hissed Emma, getting her sweet revenge at last.

Emma had peeled down Kristen’s mauve one-piece swimsuit to her waist, exposing Stewart’s breasts. Flashes went off in the audience as the fans documented her humiliation with their devices.

A sweaty Emma continued finger-fucking her arch enemy, bringing her close to a climax…before slowing down and letting her cool off briefly….then speeding up the rhythm again…keeping Kristen on the verge of release for as long as possible, without putting her out of her combined pain and pleasure.

Kristen buried her face in the mat, unsuccessfully trying to hide her shame

Emma would periodically slap Kristen’s ass, showing her ownership of the American before resuming the grinding finger fuck.

Finally she built Kristen to a furious climax.

“Unghhhh…ungghhh….unngghh……oh…oh….GAWWWWWDDDD!” Kristen screamed.

Emma felt satisfaction as her enemy burst into an orgasm.

“Ha! Got you, you dirty slut!” Emma cackled.

Emma stood up and grinded her foot against Kristen’s face, smushing Stewart’s cheek against the mat. Watson basked in the wild applause from the audience.

After a few minutes of posing, Emma lifted Kristen up to her feet. Grabbing her arm from behind in a hammerlock, Emma marched her into the backstage area, where she planned to spend the rest of the night inflicting more torture on her hated rival.

[ernest31]

Yes that was beautiful such an amazing story

[Jackflash Jump]

Penny vs Max:  Mud Match



Always interested in finding new ways to present the hottest, wildest feud in apartment wrestling, the host of the latest confrontation between West Coast blonde Penny and East Coast brunette Max decided to get creatively messy, and put the two battling beauties in a mud pit!

The ferocity between them remained undimmed in this latest chapter of their ongoing war, but the mud was a game changer; as the two naked waitresses sloshed and slid around the pit on their hands and knees, they found it difficult to use many of their usual holds (victims found it easy to slip out of bearhugs and scissors).  What's more, the mud found its way into their eyes, blinding them, and into their mouths and noses, making it difficult to catch their breath.  As a result, the two were on the brink of exhaustion with neither seemingly able to finish the other off.

By now, the two buxom beauties were so covered with mud, it was difficult to tell who was who.  One managed to get behind the other and wrapped her right arm around her rival's throat, intending to choke her out.  But a suddenly elbow to the ribs put a halt to that effort, and a moment later the supposed victim had reached behind herself, grabbed her opponent, and pulled her up across her shoulders.  Now subjected to a crude torture rack, the curvaceous beauty's rasping howls revealed her as Max.  The New Yorker writhed in agony as her lush body was painfully twisted, but she was unable to pull free.

But her thrashings finally left Penny with no choice but to release her.  But even as Max slid down her tormentor's back and landed in the gooey mud, the blonde turned herself around, roughly shoved her nemesis onto her stomach, mounted her back, and began pushing the East Coast battler's face into the mire.  Max's arms flailed as she couldn't breath, but with rapidly slower movements, until both limbs flopped down.  Still holding Max by her mud-soaked hair, Penny yanked her head up, allowing the barely conscious brunette to gulp in precious air.

Victorious, a beaming smile of pearly whites shining out in the midst of her mud-darkened face, Penny scoffingly sneered at her beaten foe, "Let this be a lesson to you...never fight a Nebraska farm girl in the mud!"

[Dario]

The Emma vs Kristen is totally exciting, very well done, many thanks.