Tara’s Toilet Training 2 - The Morning After

By Blizzard

A fulfilled moan of utter bliss escaped Jen’s lips as her eyelids fluttered and finally opened. A sleepy smile lit up her face as she felt the arms that were wrapped around her nude body under the sheet. She gazed over at the man who held her in the tender embrace and sighed. Heath was looking at her with a grin that conveyed his similar state of pleasure.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” he said softly as he kissed her forehead.

“That’s an understatement.” sighed Jen with a grin. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

Jen rolled her body toward him and their bodies entwined in a snug embrace. They cuddled for several moments as Heath tenderly stroked Jen’s dark hair, teasing her with gentle tugs at the ends of her locks. She caressed his smooth, taut ass and felt his cock stiffen and press against her abdomen. The sweet smell of their earlier marathon lovemaking session permeated the sheets, and Jen drank in the erogenous, lingering scent.

“I don’t want to untangle myself from your delicious body, babe.........but I REALLY have to use the bathroom!” he said with a laugh.

Jen teased Heath’s ass with a squeeze and said “Don’t worry.......I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Heath kissed her and slipped out of the king sized bed. Jen gazed at his naked form as he headed for the suite’s bathroom.

“You....um.....wouldn’t happen to know Tara’s cell number, would you?!” she asked with a devious grin.

He paused to look back at her with an equally sinful smile. “You are such a naughty girl......I like that!”

He gave Jen the number and then stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Jen retrieved her cell phone and then propped her pillow up against the headboard of the bed. She reclined on the bed and punched Tara’s number into her phone. After numerous rings, the blonde’s drowsy voice was heard answering the call.

“You all cleaned up by now, you nasty shitter critter?!” asked Jen wickedly as she suppressed a laugh.

“You sick fucking BITCH!!!” yelled Tara, instantly recognizing the voice as belonging to the brunette who had demolished her in the dance club the night before. “This ain’t over! NOBODY fuck’s me up like that and gets away with it, BITCH!”

“You haven’t seen fucked up yet, slut.” warned Jen.

“You wanna go again, bitch?!” asked the incensed blonde. “I DARE you to tell me where you live!”

Jen laughed and immediately recited the address of her place in the city. “But I have some bad news for you, bitch. I’m not--”   CLICK!   “--home right now.....” said Jen. It was too late. Tara had already hung up. “Dumb ass!” snarled Jen and then she terminated the call.

“Are you causing trouble Jen?!” asked Heath playfully as he emerged from the bathroom. “Where were we?!”

“Get your sweet cock over here and I’ll refresh your memory.” answered Jen seductively.

At her motel suite across town, Tara angrily stormed about as she pulled on some clean clothes. “I’m going to kill that fucking cunt!” she hissed as she yanked her low cut jeans up her legs. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins.

She stormed into the bathroom and grabbed her hair brush, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She paused as she leaned in and studied her bruised face, and then gently touched her swollen cheek with her hand and winced. She had absorbed a brutal beating the night before, thanks to Jen. All at once her rage began to subside, replaced by angst. She slipped a hand under her shirt and gingerly touched her still aching tits. She took a step back and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at her looked scared.

She sighed with anxiety and then gazed down at the pile of damp clothes she had left balled up on the floor. The clothes Jen had torn from her body and left floating in the disgusting toilet bowl at the club. The same clothes she had to put back on after the hand dryer in the rest room failed to dry them. Her attention focused on the toilet in the suite’s bathroom. She stared into it, lost in a horrific flashback. Although this toilet was impeccably clean, all she could see was the putrid mess Jen had stuffed her face into last night. She gagged and dry heaved, finally vomiting into the sink. After several moments she gathered herself and then looked back at her reflection in the mirror as she wiped her mouth.

“Come on you chicken shit!” she snarled. “Go over there and kick her ass!”

Tara stood there for what seemed like an eternity. She was embarrassed.......and scared. Jen had destroyed her, and robbed her of her spirit. She didn’t know if she could fight her again. She wanted so badly to kick the shit out of that mysterious woman. Suddenly her expression brightened as an idea entered her tormented mind.

“Jessy’s in town!” she said excitedly. “I saw her earlier last night!”

Tara strode out of the bathroom and grabbed her cell phone. She punched in Jessica Biel’s number. Once Jessica had answered, Tara went into a dramatic, albeit inaccurate description of what had transpired at the dance club with Jen. Jessica listened closely, stunned that an unknown college girl would have the audacity to attack her friend. The way Tara described it, it was a very close battle that was eventually decided by Jen’s cowardly use of a container of mace. The blonde told Jessica that she would have kicked Jen’s ass if not for that. When Tara informed her friend of Jen’s smart-assed call this morning, Jessica lost it.

“Do you know where this bitch is?” asked Jessica. “I’ll go over there and fix her fucking ass!”

Tara gave Jessica the address Jen had earlier recited. “Be careful, Jessy. This bitch is fucking crazy!”

“Don’t worry, hun. I’m going to enjoy this. I’ll call you once I’ve finished tearing her ass up!” said the irate 5’6” Jessica before she hung up.

Tara sighed with relief as she put her phone down and then flopped onto her bed. Jessy would pulverize that bitch Jen. She was an athletic girl who took good care of her body. Tara needed more rest before she did anything else. She flipped on the television and relaxed, patiently waiting for Jessy’s call later.

“Well good morning, Brandi!” greeted the doorman at Jen’s co-op. “You are looking lovely today.”

“C’mon.....” answered the 5’8” athletic Italian girl. “I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt!”

“You wear them well.....” said the doorman with a piercing gaze.

“Have you seen Jen this morning?” asked the natural brunette with lightened hair.

“No I haven’t.” he replied. “She’s probably sleeping in, huh?!” he asked with a wink.

“I doubt that.....” murmured Brandi as she entered the building with a knowing grin.

The doorman watched the lacrosse player as she walked inside.....with a lecherous stare. He looked forward to every visit Brandi made to Jen’s place. She never failed to cause a throbbing in his pants, and this morning she had scored again. He marveled at her muscular thighs and calves as she disappeared from view inside. He released a deep sigh and thrust his hand into his crowded pocket with her image still ingrained in his mind.

Brandi used her key to enter Jen’s place and was not surprised to find it vacant. She couldn’t wait for Jen’s return, and the undoubtedly explicit details of a night spent with Heath Ledger. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, picked up a magazine, and made herself comfortable.

About the same moment Brandi took a seat, a taxi pulled up in front of the building. Jessica Biel threw the driver a few bills and turned to look up at the tall co-op. She stretched her shoulders out and then proceeded toward the door.

“Good morning, Miss, can I help you?” asked the doorman.

“I’m here to see a friend.” snapped the light haired brunette.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to get clearance from your friend before I let you in.” he said.

Jessica scowled as she folded her arms across her nicely shaped chest. “You don’t recognize me?!” She stepped up close to him and tipped her head from side to side, placing her hands on her hips and jutting out her tits as he regarded her.

“Uhhh, you do look a little familiar, but I can’t place you.” he replied as he enjoyed her borderline slutty performance. “I’m sorry, who is it you are here to visit?”

Jessica’s hand gently brushed the front of his pants, squeezing the bulge that remained there from Brandi’s earlier appearance. The doorman gasped in pleasured shock as he felt her hand upon him.

“7th Heaven........Summer Catch.......either of those ring any bells?” asked Jessica with a firm stoke of his bulge.

“Uhhhh....” moaned the doorman as his cock twitched in response to her manipulation. “I’m not sure.......”

“I’m sure you have a place inside to go to the bathroom, hmmnnn?!” purred the brunette. “I think if we step into there for a minute I can.........show you my credentials.” The immoral slut ran her tongue around her lips as perspiration formed on the doorman’s brow.

“Yyess, let’s go have a look at them!” he stammered as he flung the door open.

His pulsing prick didn’t last two minutes inside Jessica’s mouth, and after a quick gargle in the sink the sinister brunette exited the bathroom as the doorman called out breathless praise while fumbling with his zipper.

Jessica paused at Jen’s door and took a deep breath. She would have to attack like a rattlesnake; explosive and lethal. She knocked on the door.

Brandi looked up from her magazine and then walked toward the door. She slowly opened it a bit as she peered outside. Suddenly the door burst open, knocking her back a few steps in surprise. Before she could recover Jessica slammed into her with her head down and shoulder tackled the larger woman to the carpet. The back of Brandi’s head smacked against the carpet and momentarily stunned her as she lay there looking up at the ceiling.

She heard the door slam shut and then saw Jessica come into view above her wearing a menacing glare. Jessica savagely stomped her heel into Brandi’s abdomen, driving the wind from her diaphragm and eliciting a deep groan from the flattened woman as her legs jerked into the air and her hands clutched her belly.

“You the tuff girl that hurt my friend Tara?!” hissed Jessica.

She snapped a heel kick into Brandi’s ribs, drawing another anguished yelp from the brunette. Brandi rolled onto her side as she held her battered midsection and gasped for breath. The tough lacrosse player struggled to her hands and knees as she tried to ignore the pain and defend herself against the cowardly cheap shot artist. She had recognized the intruder as Jessica Biel, and apparently the bitch thought she was Jen. That fucking cunt Tara Reid.......sent her friend over to fight Jen instead of doing it herself. Brandi’s temper reached the boiling point immediately.

“UUUUNNNGGHHHHHH!!!” groaned Brandi as Jessica nailed her across the top of her back with a two handed ax handle smash. She slammed back to carpet, reeling from the brutal blow and in a daze.

“Call me ‘The Executioner’, bitch!” snarled Jessica. “It’s judgment day.”

Jessica grabbed Brandi’s nylon shorts and yanked them off over her taut and toned ass, revealing the woman’s black cotton bikini panties. She pulled the shorts down the brunette’s strong legs and off. Brandi moaned as the room spun, shaking her head and trying to clear it as Jessica came around to the front of her. The smaller woman leaned over and began to work Brandi’s t-shirt up over her head, prompting Brandi to struggle to her knees and fight against her foe.

With her t-shirt now wrapped about her head, Brandi blindly lunged forward, striking Jessica in the gut and sending her sprawling to the carpet on her back. The powerful Italian girl scrambled atop Jessica as she wrestled with the garment wrapped around her head. Instinctively she flailed her fists downward, landing a subdued punch to Jessica’s face. Jessica fired back with a sharp blow that rattled the girl atop her, knocking her off one side to the floor with a yelp.

The actress hurriedly scrambled to her feet, spying a field hockey stick leaning against the wall. Brandi frantically yanked her t-shirt off as her opponent wielded the menacing stick. Jessica stepped toward the kneeling girl with a maniacal sneer and swung the weapon at Brandi’s head. The brunette wisely ducked her head and the stick whistled through the air just above it.

Jessica grunted and started with a backswing, intent on putting her opponent’s lights out with the stick. Brandi’s hands sliced through the air and grabbed the stick as it started toward her, halting it’s momentum. The stronger Brandi yanked on the stick and the two women engaged in a brief tug-of-war before Brandi wrenched it from Jessica’s grasp. The relentless Jessica charged forward with her fist cocked, and was abruptly drilled in the belly with the butt end of the stick. She groaned in agony as she folded at the waist, clutching her gut as she gasped for air.

“Dirty little bitch!” hissed Brandi as she rose to her feet beside the stunned actress.

With a malicious snarl she extended her leg out over Jessica’s back and then hammered her with a powerful ax kick. The smaller woman grunted heavily as she was driven face first to the carpet, splayed out and in a fog. Brandi held the field hockey stick in both hands and savagely jabbed the end of it into Jessica’s ribcage, eliciting a sharp yelp from the brown haired girl.

“How do you like my stick work, candy ass?!” growled the brunette as she jabbed Jessica in the ass with the stick.

The flattened girl howled in pain as her opponent peppered her ass with pokes, leaving her moaning and slowly trying to belly crawl away. Brandi set the stick aside and dropped to her knees beside the whimpering Jessica. She grabbed the girl’s right wrist and painfully twisted it behind her back, cinching it up in a chicken wing as she leaned her body weight into Jessica’s back. With her other hand, she grabbed a handful of the girl’s long mane and knotted her fingers in it while pressing the side of the whining actresses face into the carpet.

“Executioner?!” laughed Brandi as she held her struggling foe against the carpet. “More like Pussy Girl!”

Jessica screeched in anguish as Brandi nastily ground her face into the carpet and scrubbed it back and forth, tattooing her cheek with a bright red carpet burn. Jessica’s feet smacked against the rug in vain as her superior sized opponent controlled her with ease.

After the blistering face scrub session, Brandi hauled her wailing opponent up to her knees and then sat behind her as she held Jessica by her mane. The Italian lay back and lifted her powerful legs, clamping them around Jessica’s neck and securing her in a tight scissors hold. The smaller girl whimpered as her arms flailed about, clawing at the pythons squeezing her neck. Brandi’s abdominal’s rippled as she flexed her quads, forcing a terrified gasp from her foe.

“I...cc..can’t...bbreathe!” grunted Jessica hoarsely as her hands weakly pawed at Brandi’s killer thighs.

“I’m all broke up about that bitch.” retorted the brunette unsympathetically. “Judgment day is hell, isn’t it?!”

Brandi continued to exert unbearable pressure against her rival’s neck, restricting the blood flow to Jessica’s brain. The trapped girls body began to quiver and tremble as the lights grew dim. She gasped pitifully and her hands slipped from Brandi’s thighs, dropping down and slowly swinging back and forth as she passed out.

With a hateful snarl Brandi swiveled her hips and released the scissors hold, sending her limp opponent flopping face down to the floor. She rose to her feet and looked down at the unconscious wimp as she readjusted her panties. She felt the unmistakable electricity of arousal teasing her pussy, and she knew before she was finished whipping this bitch’s ass she was going to be wet.

The comatose actress offered no resistance as she was stripped of her clothing until she lay face down and bare assed. Brandi tossed Jessica’s clothing into a pile across the room, leaving her girlie pink nylon thong atop the pile. The exhilarated Italian babe calmly walked over to her bottle of water and took a deep swill. She contemplated pulling her clothes back on, but with a devilish smile she decided against it. The pathetic “hit woman” currently snoozing on the carpet was going to experience Brandi’s flawless physique up close and personal before this demolition was complete.

Within a few moments, Jessica’s disoriented whimpers signaled her awakening. Her arms and legs began to weakly fumble about and she gradually lifted her head up to look around the room in bewilderment. Brandi strode over to her and reached down to snatch a handful of her hair. She hauled the sniveling brunette up to her feet to face her.

“Are you going to fight me, bad ass, or just grovel around on the floor?!” she queried with a hint of disappointment.

The smaller girl’s eyes wandered down the front of her own body, and the painful realization that she was now buck naked struck home. She cursed and delivered a stinging slap that caught Brandi flush on the cheek. The larger brunette yelped and abruptly countered with a heavy slap of her own, bobbling Jessica who quickly brought her hand to her reddened cheek.

With a swift leg sweep, Brandi took her opponents feet out from under her sending Jessica plummeting to the carpet onto her ass with a grunt. Jessica’s temper ignited and she scrambled to her knees and lunged at Brandi, wrapping her arms around her powerful thighs and attempting to drag her to the floor. The larger fighter withstood Jessica’s worthless assault, and she glared down at the grunting and struggling girl.

“You gonna hug me or fight me, you fucking woos?!” asked Brandi with a laugh.

“Bitch!!!” hissed Jessica as she released her futile hold and swung at Brandi’s crotch.

Brandi’s right arm sliced downward in front of her body and deflected Jessica’s blow. She quickly grabbed the kneeling girls head and shoved it between her thighs, slamming them shut and applying a taut standing headscissors. The actress erupted in a wild display of bucking legs and flailing arms as she screamed in anger. She pounded her fists against the sinewy legs that held her trapped, but years of training and playing lacrosse had built Brandi’s gorgeous legs into lethal weapons.

The Italian girl smiled with sweet satisfaction as her pitiful opponent continued to curse and struggle fiercely. She ran her fingers through her hair and stretched out her shoulders as she punished Jessica with flexing thrusts of agony. Brandi’s hands cupped her tits in her bra and she teased her hardened nipples. Dominating this worthless bitch was getting her hot.

She held her gradually faltering foe in the constrictive hold for several minutes, slowly sapping Jessica’s strength until the smaller girl’s grunts turned into sobs. Jessica slapped at Brandi’s thighs in almost a pleading manner as she struggled to fend off the fast approaching darkness. She had no idea what she was getting into when she confidently rapped on the door earlier, still trying to get the taste of that fucking doorman out of the back of her throat.

Brandi finally opened her python-like thighs and allowed her rival to crumple to floor at her feet. Jessica gasped and coughed as she massaged her neck, knowing she was in deep shit with this rugged woman standing over her. She suddenly shrieked as Brandi yanked her roughly to her feet. Her body trembled as she was unable to suppress her sobs, and she looked shamefully at Brandi as her beautiful tits shook with her outpouring of frustration.

“You’re kind of emotional for a big bad Executioner, aren’t you?!” teased Brandi.

Jessica squeaked with a pathetic protest and swatted at Brandi with a feeble punch. The bigger brunette took the blow without trouble and then grabbed the girl’s wrist. She secured Jessica’s other hand as well and stared at the pouting actress as she held her firmly. She pressed Jessica’s right hand against the girls chest as the actress fidgeted and whimpered in frustration.

“Make a fist, tough girl.” ordered Brandi icily.

Jessica chirped with a pitiful protest, squirming against her stronger foe. She wanted out of this nightmare. Having no choice, she clenched her fingers into a tight fist. Still grasping the girls wrist, Brandi pumped Jessica’s fist upward, forcing her punch herself under her chin. Jessica grunted as her own fist assaulted her, jerking her head back. Brandi repeated the procedure with greater force, and after the self administered blow Jessica yelped as her knees buckled briefly.

“You’re such a pussy, you can’t even knock yourself out!” teased Brandi.

She threw her whining, embarrassed opponent face first to the carpet where Jessica piled up with a groan. The actress openly sobbed as she struggled to her hands and knees and commenced to crawl.

“Looks like your little slut friend should’ve done her own dirty work, ‘cause you SUCK at this!” taunted Brandi nastily.

She kicked Jessica square in the ass, sending the battered girl sprawling. Jessica began to babble with pitiful plea’s as she lay face down and groaning. Brandi hauled the pathetic girl off the floor and took a knee beside her, laying Jessica over her outstretched knee in a backbreaker. Jessica shrieked with a frightened protest as the larger woman commenced to stretch her painfully. She jammed her hand under Jessica’s chin and pushed downward as she pressed on one of her thighs with her other hand, eliciting a howl of pain from the actress.

Jessica’s arms flailed in the air and harmlessly grabbed at the hand pressing her head toward the floor. The excruciating pain in her arched back was quickly dissipating what little resistance she had left inside. Brandi administered the hold flawlessly, and she eyed the brown haired girls healthy tits as she punished her. Once Jessica’s arms had ceased struggling and lay outstretched over her head on the carpet, Brandi slid her hand from the girl's thigh up across her toned belly to one of her fleshy breasts.

“AAANNNNGHHHH!” cried Jessica as Brandi’s claws dug into her tit furiously.

The smaller girl’s body spasmed in agony as her foe ravaged her tits with scratches and gouges, leaving them quivering and pinstriped with deep red furrows. Jessica shrieked with sobs and then abruptly groaned in agony as Brandi drove her elbow into her gut, sending the girl’s legs shooting into the air. Immediately the Italian ass kicker moved her attention from her opponent’s tits to her pussy. Her fingernails plowed a trench through Jessica’s neatly trimmed bush, sending the actress into another traumatized howling fit.

“Ppleeeeasse!!!” wailed Jessica. “NO MMMORE!!!”

Brandi ignored her plea’s and furthered the girl’s agony as she began to rip pubes out of Jessica’s dark snatch, all the while still forcing the actresses head down with her other hand. Jessica’s legs were a bucking, trembling flash of flesh as her opponent tore up her pussy with malicious passion.

“I’M BEGGING YYYOU!!!” wailed Jessica as the intense pain she was feeling threatened to cause her to pass out.

Brandi paused and smiled wickedly as she looked at the tattered brunette’s abused tits and cunt. Jessica’s beaten body seemed frozen in the painful backbreaker, and other than her guttural whimpering and quivering, she offered no signs of life. With utter disdain, Brandi flopped the girl off her knee, sending her face first to the carpet with a beaten groan.

“You bore me, creampuff.” lamented the lacrosse player. “I know 14 year olds that could kick your sorry ass.”

Brandi rolled her helpless foe onto her back. The red-faced Jessica looked up at her with a pitiful, pleading expression as she held her hands up in surrender.

“Jen, please....” she begged in embarrassment.

SMACK!!!

Jessica shrieked in agony as Brandi punished her face with a brutal slap. Her arms slowly dropped to the carpet, extending out from her body as she relinquished the last speck of resistance that remained in her tormented body. Brandi calmly reverse straddled her flattened opponent on her hands and knees with her ass above Jessica’s face. She reached back with one hand and lifted the whimpering girl’s head off the carpet, pulling up between her spread thighs to her ass.

“Nnnooooo.....” whined the beaten, teary eyed Jessica.

Brandi closed her taut thighs around the girl’s head in a high and tight scissors that left Jessica’s face pressed into the back of the powerful woman’s damp cotton panties. Brandi slowly slid her knees back until she reached a comfortable position, her legs stretched out with Jessica’s head squashed between them and a few inches above the carpet. The dominant fighter slipped her arms around Jessica’s legs and pressed her body weight against the girl, completing the reverse headscissors-pin combo.

“This...was all...Tara’s.....idea!” mumbled the scissored brunette pitifully as her hands weakly patted at Brandi’s flexed glutes.

“Shut up, bitch!” snarled Brandi as she tightened her legs and crushed her opponent's head cruelly. “You whine like a fucking 4 year old!”

Brandi controlled Jessica’s minimal leg struggling and concentrated on applying excruciating pressure to the bitches head. Her mastery of her once confident attacker released a stimulating exhilaration that she felt centered in her increasingly aroused pussy. Kicking ass was a definite aphrodisiac.

As Jessica lay defenselessly trapped between Brandi’s chiseled legs with her face nearly stuffed in the girl’s ass, she couldn’t ignore the unmistakable scent of a woman aroused. She shuddered at the feeling of complete helplessness that enveloped her, pushing one last time against Brandi’s immovable ass. The gargantuan scissors hold was too much to bear.

Brandi felt her wrapped up foe quiver briefly and utter a muffled groan before she went completely limp beneath her. The victorious fighter held her unconscious foe in the hold for an additional moment, basking in the thrill of totally destroying the bitch. When she finally released the hold and rose up to her hands and knees, Jessica’s crushed body lay on the carpet under her and lifeless.

Jen’s friend couldn’t resist putting her hands on her brassiere to massage her erect nipples. Horniness was running wild throughout her killer body, and she was going to answer this call. She slowly sat back, and as her smoldering kitty accidentally brushed against Jessica’s nose, she moaned and trembled.

“Mmmmmm.......maybe you’ll be good for something after all, slut.” she said to the unconscious girl.

She rose to her feet and slipped her moist panties down her long legs. Positioning herself over her helpless opponent’s face, she lowered her hungering womanhood onto it until she felt Jessica’s nose plunge between the seeping folds of her snatch. With a gasping moan, she slowly rubbed herself back and forth across the girl’s face as her clit screamed for attention. Her steady rocking motion escalated into a wild face scrubbing pace until her climax washed over her like a high peak avalanche.

“Fuck!!!” gasped the breathless, quivering girl. “I’m gonna have to make a habit out of this ass kicking thing!”

Once the post orgasmic rumbles had subsided, Brandi retrieved Jessica’s tiny thong and returned to the demolished girl. She rolled her onto her belly and proceeded to hog tie the unresisting bitch with the thong, lashing her wrists and ankles together above her back. She gathered her own clothes and got dressed. After draining the bottle of water, she grabbed the phone and punched in Jen’s cell number.

Jen was in a high charged state of arousal just before her phone rang. She was laying on the bed on her back as Heath knelt over her, lightly running his hands down her feminine curves. She moaned as his fingers teased the outside of her breasts on the way to her flat stomach. He leaned down and lightly dragged the tip of his nose across the top of her slit, breathing in her intoxicating scent as his cock twitched it’s approval.

“Shit!!!” she gasped when her phone rang.

Heath looked up at her with a wanton grin. “Maybe you should get it.” he suggested. “Who knows what that bitch Tara is up to?!”

Jen groaned and rolled onto her side to grab her phone from the bedside table. She looked at the caller ID and frowned. It was coming from her apartment.

“Hello?”

“Jen, you’re not going to believe this!” said Brandi.

Her friend went into delicious detail describing the events as they unfolded earlier at Jen’s place. Jen listened with pleasure as Heath lay behind her and slipped his arms around her in a comforting embrace.

“She thought I was you!” related Brandi with a laugh. “That cowardly cunt Reid sent her here to kick your ass!”

“I guess that bitch didn’t learn her lesson last night.” said Jen. “I have an idea.”

She turned to look at her lover and told him what had happened. Heath shook with laughter, not having had this much excitement in his life for quite some time. Jen recited her plan to deceive Tara and lure her to their suite for another showdown.

“I would love to have the opportunity to actually watch you perform your magic on that bitch!” encouraged Heath. “Let’s do it!”

Jen described her plan to Brandi and then she hung up. As she and Heath immersed themselves back into their interrupted foreplay, Brandi kicked things into gear.

“Well look who’s woke from her nap!” she said as Jessica began to moan. She knelt beside the trussed up girl and smacked her on the top of the head. “Here’s the deal, wimp. You call your little blonde bitch friend, and tell her you’ve kicked my ass. Then invite her to Heath’s suite, where you can all celebrate. Tell her he wants to see her. Do it.”

Jessica smacked her sticky lips together as she scowled, tasting the sweet cream of her superior. Being helplessly bound and at the mercy of this brutal woman quelled any resistance she might have had. She grudgingly related Tara’s number to Brandi who punched it into the phone and then held it beside Jessica’s face.

“No funny stuff, bitch!” warned Brandi icily.

“Tara......it’s Jessy. Mission accomplished, girl. That bitch Jen is on her way to the fucking emergency room.”

“Oh Jessy, that is so awesome! How can I ever repay you?!” bubbled Tara.

“Meet me at Heath’s suite. We’re gonna celebrate. I got a hold of him and he really wants to see you.” said Jessica.

“This weekend is saved after all!” exclaimed Tara happily. “I’m there.......and I don’t know about you, but I’m going to fuck that man silly!”

“See ya there.” said Jessica.

Brandi terminated the call and gave the crestfallen brunette another smack. “Judgment day ain’t over yet, bitch!” she said with a laugh.

Jen’s friend called her back to report that the plan was in action. After Jen hung up, she shivered with excitement. It seemed destiny was about to be revisited. She crawled on top of Heath and rubbed her slick slit against the head of his rock hard cock.

“We have time for a quickie, stud.” she purred as she lowered herself onto his member and arched her back with a feral moan.

Back at Jen’s place, a rather confused and still helpless Jessica looked over at Brandi with a frown. “The person you just called was......Jen?!”

“That’s right, sweet cheeks.” answered Brandi with a laugh. “I’m not Jen, I’m her friend. Jen is with Heath at his suite. You know, the one you just sent your little whore friend to!”

“Oh no!” moaned Jessica dejectedly.

“Oh yes!” teased Brandi with a big grin. “Now.....how are you and I gonna pass the time while your little friend takes another beating, hmmmmnn?!”

Tara Reid was on ‘cloud 9’ after her conversation with Jessica. She giggled with crazed glee as she rushed around her room, envisioning a busted up Jen being hauled across town in a meat wagon. “Bitch!” she cackled. “What’s your name now? NOBODY!”

She slid to a halt on the bathroom tile as her thoughts turned to Heath. She checked herself in the mirror and then lifted her arms, giving her pits a sniff. “Eeeuuwwww!” she scowled as she grabbed her anti-perspirant and snaked it up under her midriff baring tank shirt to stroke some on.

“You’re gonna devour that man!” the conceited blonde stated to her reflection in the mirror. “You earned this!” she said, disregarding the fact that Jessica was the one who had waded into the trenches that morning.

She swiftly opened the front of her jeans to inspect her panties. A white satin Joe Boxer thong complete with yellow smiley faces. “Perfect!” she beamed. “There’s gonna be a lot of smiling going on in that suite!”

A quick dollop of toothpaste onto her tongue and the blonde was off, her pussy already buzzing with anticipation. The taxi couldn’t get her to her destination fast enough. “Step on it, asshole!” she screamed at the driver. “I’ve got some serious fucking scheduled!”

Inside the suite, the winded and sweaty couple lay entwined with one another on the bed. They were on  par to set the record for multiple orgasms achieved in a single day.

“God, Jen, I hope all this mind-blowing sex isn’t going to leave you weak for your fight.” murmured the spent actor.

Jen kissed him and slid to the edge of the bed, setting her feet on the carpet. She craned her head back to gaze at him. “Weak?! Don’t worry, lover, my body is feeling turbo-charged right now. My pussy can’t get enough of you.......but then again the day is still young.”

She leaned over and untied her thong from the bedpost as she shot Heath a lurid grin. “I’m sorry, Heath, but I need this for a little bit.” She slipped on her thong with her back to him as his eyes took a walk all over her gorgeous ass. He couldn’t believe his dick was getting hard again already. This babe was gonna kill him!

“I want a little protection for my kittie.......something tells me I’m going to need it.” said Jen.

While in the excruciatingly slow elevator trip to Heath’s floor, Tara’s hands passed the time teasing her increasingly needy womanhood. Her fingers burrowed between her legs and rubbed herself firmly, causing her heart to race as she flushed out a lascivious moan. She wondered if Jessy had arrived yet. If she hadn’t, the party was going to start without her. Once the doors slid open, she strode to Heath’s door like a woman possessed.

“It’s open!” called out Heath in response to the frantic knock at the door.

“Prepare yourself for a first rate fuckfest, stud!” announced the fired up blonde as she whipped the door open and stepped inside. The door closed behind her and she confidently made her way through the living room to the double wide doorway at the entrance to the spacious bedroom. She lurched to a halt as if hit with a 2x6 board. Her heart bottomed out somewhere in the pit of her stomach.

“Did you bring us some breakfast?!” asked Jen wickedly as she lay beside Heath on the bed, her head in the crook of his arm as he stroked her hair. “Bagels...croissants...cappuccino.....anything?! We’ve worked up a helluva appetite in the last eight hours.”

Tara’s bruised face went beet red. “You FUCKED her?!!!” she screeched. “You fucked that BITCH?!!!” Her body was trembling with rage.

“Fucked her?” replied Heath dramatically. “That doesn’t even begin to describe it, Miss Tidy Bowl! This beautiful, hot-blooded wildcat has ROCKED my cock over every inch of this suite! You only WISH you could fuck like Jen!”

Jen stared directly at her rival and pursed her lips at her in a mock kiss before calmly sliding off the bed and to the carpet. Heath swung out of bed and cautiously walked toward the doorway as Tara took a few steps in Jen’s direction. She glared at him as he slipped past her.

“FUCK YOU, BITCH!!! I HATE YOU!!!” she screamed at Jen as she jabbed her finger in the brunette’s direction. “What the fuck did you do to Jessy?!”

“Jessy......Jessy......” said Jen softly as she brought her hand to her chin as if lost in thought. “You mean Jessica Bitch.....er..Biel?! My friend Brandi pounded your little thug into the floor at my place. I seriously doubt we’re gonna see that slut over here today.”

“You’re a CUNT!” snarled Tara and then she spun on her heel and headed for the door. “And you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met!” she growled at Heath, who was now standing at the door. “I am so fucking outta here!”

Heath stood poised at the door and firmly grasped the knob, blocking Tara’s exit.

“Hey shit breath!” snapped Jen, slowly approaching her rival from behind. “You didn’t think you could stomp off after all that trash talk, did you?” Tara had turned to face her, and they now stood eight feet apart. “It’s a good day for another ass whipping. You’re not going anywhere, slut.”

Tara’s blue eyes burned into Jen’s and then she jerked her head around to glare at Heath. He kept his hand on the door knob and shook his head. She could smell the still lingering essence of Heath and Jen’s lovemaking, and it fueled her molten rage that was on the verge of erupting.

“I’m gonna hurt your little slut, asshole! I’m gonna fuck her up BAD!” she hissed.

“Please be gentle, cupcake.” teased Jen nastily. “That fine lookin’ man and I still have a shitload of fucking to do today.”

Tara exploded in a fit of blinding, rage-filled motion and caught Jen just a split second before she was ready. The fully clothed blonde slammed into the thong clad brunette and together they sailed into the bedroom, crashing to the carpet in a squealing tangle of limbs. Jen took her rival’s full weight on top of her body, and a whooshing groan was driven out of her when they hit the floor.

Tara rained down windmill style slaps at Jen’s head, and the momentarily stunned brunette defensively protected her face with her arms as she jabbed her knee into Tara’s ribs. Simultaneously the two combatants found purchase in each others hair and their shrieks lit up the room as they engaged in a frenzied hair yanking tussle. Jen bucked the blonde off her with a powerful thrust of her hips, and Tara held tight to her hair as she dragged the brunette to her feet.

Both women maintained their grip on each others mane as they struggled awkwardly across the room. Heath darted into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed, his attention riveted by the two tigresses. Blood pulsed within the confines of his jutting member, and he grasped his shaft firmly as he watched the women fight.

Tara growled crazily as she pivoted and managed to ram Jen head first into the wall. Jen grunted upon impact, losing her grip on Tara’s mane. Instinctively the brunette lashed out with a back kick that thrust past Tara’s hip, missing her. The blonde reacted swiftly and caught Jen’s leg at full extension, trapping it in the crook of her arm. Jen braced her hands against the wall as she wavered on one leg, and abruptly yelped in anguish as Tara delivered a brutal knee to her wide open crotch. When the blonde released Jen’s trapped leg, the groaning brunette dropped in a heap to the carpet on her knees with her head pressed against the wall. Excruciating waves of pain ripped through her traumatized pussy as her rival stood over her smugly.

“I can’t believe you fucked this bitch!!!” snarled Tara to Heath. “Once I’m finished tearing her fucking head off, you’re gonna fuck ME while this slut watches!” She snapped the heel of her flat into Jen’s back, eliciting another groan from the hurting woman. A savage rake of her nails down Jen’s bare back left the brunette in intense agony and screaming as scarlet streaks formed upon her smooth skin.

“I ought to go shit in the toilet and stuff your head in it, bitch!” snarled Tara as she landed another kick to her opponent’s body. She craned her neck around to glare at Heath. “Do you have any idea how fucking humiliating that was for me?!” she screeched. “Do you even fucking care?!”

Heath looked blankly at the blonde. “Does it look like I care, Tara?” he asked. “You’re pathetic.....and you abuse the word ‘fuck’ too.”

The blonde snarled with anger and reached down to haul Jen up by her hair as she stood behind the brunette. “You wanna see pathetic?! THIS is pathet..OOOOFFFFFF!”

Jen harshly interrupted the motor-mouthed blonde with an expertly placed elbow thrust. Tara took the blow deep in her belly and she folded at the waist as she gasped for air. The battered but resilient brunette whirled around and immediately unloaded a jarring knee smash to Tara’s head. The bellowing blonde was violently launched backward, sailing through the air until she slammed to the carpet with a shrill yelp. The ceiling was spinning like a disco ball as Tara groggily stared up at it while moaning.

“Shut your foul fucking mouth, you annoying SLUT!” growled Jen.

“I love it when you talk dirty, ruffgrrl!” said Heath with a grin and a strong emphasis on the word ‘you’.

Jen smiled at him as she approached the downed blonde. Tara had managed to draw her feet up under her so her knees were raised up as she lay on her back, still dazed. She saw her dark haired foe approach and flashed out with a kick aimed at Jen’s crotch. The larger woman deftly captured Tara’s extended leg and held it outstretched. Tara kicked at Jen’s arm with her other foot, and grunted in frustration as Jen corralled that leg as well. Grasping an ankle in each hand, the brunette spread open her opponent’s legs as Tara’s eyes widened in horror.

“UUNNNGGGHHHHHH!!!” bellowed the anguished blonde as Jen’s heel hammered her cunt with a vicious stomp.

Tara’s body convulsed in agony as Jen kept her heel planted in the blonde’s crotch and ground it against the girl’s traumatized womanhood. The brunette removed her foot and ripped Tara’s flats off her feet. She flung her legs to the carpet with utter disdain as the wailing blonde’s hands dove for her damaged pussy. Tara was suddenly racked with a terrifying deja-vu as she lay beat down at Jen’s feet.

Back at Jen’s place, Brandi was taking full advantage of her mastery over the trussed up and defeated Jessica Biel. To the victress go the spoils, and to the vanquished, well......cry me a river, as they say. Jessica mirrored the sentiment without fail.

She languished in her hog tied position on Jen’s carpet as her superior thoroughly enjoyed the girl’s pathetic helplessness. Jessica wasn’t going anywhere, as much as she wanted to; Brandi had wrapped her limbs up securely. She whimpered and sniffled as the realization of her humiliated plight weighed heavily upon her.

“How rude of me!” exclaimed the humored Brandi as she gazed down at her foe. “You must be parched. Now what kind of a hostess am I if I don’t get you a drink?!” Jessica violently struggled and growled at Brandi’s comment, to no avail. “I’ll be right back, tough girl.” said Brandi as she playfully smacked Jessica’s bare ass. “Now don’t you run off on me!”

The bound brown haired actress squirmed with frustration as Brandi disappeared into the kitchen. The Italian babe grabbed a stainless steel mixing bowl out of a cupboard and turned on the water tap. As the water noisily cascaded into the sink, she slipped into the bathroom and dipped the bowl into the toilet, filling it with water. She turned off the kitchen faucet and returned to her rival, setting the bowl in front of her face.

“I don’t want a fucking drink, dammit!” snarled Jessica angrily. “Untie me and let me go!”

“Well you ungrateful bitch, see if you’re ever welcome over here again!” teased Brandi. “So much for the Saint Patty’s Day party invite.”

The big brunette knelt beside Jessica and grabbed a handful of her hair. With the actress squealing and struggling, Brandi forced her face into the bowl. Jessica blubbered and coughed until Brandi finally yanked her face back up.

“This tastes like shit!” sputtered the drenched girl, her expression frozen in an appalled grimace.

“Well I don’t doubt that.......it’s not Evian, ya know!” giggled Brandi. She plunged Jessica’s face into what water was left in the bowl. “Here, try some more.....maybe the taste will grow on ya. Hydration is key, you know.”

Once Brandi pulled her opponent’s face out of the bowl, Jessica coughed and gagged, her face glistening with Brandi’s refreshing choice of drink. Brandi slid the bowl aside and let Jessica set her face on the carpet as she contemplated her next act of humiliation. This was so much fun, her smooth skin was prickling with delight.

Jen had things well in hand at this juncture of the battle. Her hated enemy was still on her back, clutching her battered cunt through her jeans as Jen stared at her with contempt. Heath’s cock was twitching with admiration as he drank in the brunette’s alluring near naked form. Hollywood, and his Aussie homeland for that matter were the furthest things from his mind at this point. He was never going to forget this New York weekend, and the battling babe that performed flawlessly for him.

Jen bent down and grabbed a handful of blonde bitch hair and commenced to haul Tara to her feet. As soon as the blonde was upright in a seated position, she lashed out with a jabbing blow that landed flush on the front of Jen’s thong. The brunette reacted in surprised anguish from the punch, suddenly lurching forward as she folded over. Tara came to life quickly and loaded her hands with long dark hair, yanking Jen to the floor beside her.

In the ensuing hair yanking wrestling session, Tara took advantage of Jen’s obvious suffering as a result of the pussy punch, finally managing to get behind Jen as they rolled across the carpet. She snaked her arm around the brunette’s throat and cinched on a chokehold as she scissored the woman’s waist and held on for dear life. Jen battled ferociously as she tried to shake her foe, clawing at the arm pressed against her throat.

In a display of impressive power and determination, Jen worked herself into a position on her hands and knees with her stubborn rival glued to her back still administering the dangerous choke hold. The dark haired woman gasped for breath as she unsuccessfully tore at the arm molesting her.

“I’ve got you now, you bitch!” screamed Tara as she rode Jen bare back with her ankles locked in a waist scissors. “You’re fucking dead!” The blonde glanced over at Heath with a smart-assed grin. “Say good-bye to your little slut!” she crowed.

Jen’s airway was being severely hampered by Tara’s choke, and she quelled the uprising panic she felt as she spread her legs slightly and worked herself into a 4 point stance. Slowly and awkwardly she rose up, bringing the wretched wench pasted to her back with her.

“Forget it, bitch, you’re going down!” growled Tara as she clung to Jen and tightened her choke hold.

Jen paused for a split second in her upright position, and Heath feared she was about to pass out. He watched with concern, and all of a sudden Jen launched herself backwards.

“UUUUUNNNFFFFF!!!” wheezed Tara as her back hit the carpet with Jen’s body atop her crushing her flat.

The brunette quickly rolled to the side and struggled to her feet, massaging her irritated neck as she looked down at the deflated blonde now immersed in a quivering fit of gasps. “Can’t argue that, wise ass.......I did go down.” snarled Jen.

Jen tore into her blonde haired nemesis with a vengeance. It was brutal poetry in motion. She straddled the breathless bitch and leaned down, pummeling Tara’s head back and forth with venomous swats. As Tara shook with cries of torment, she was forcefully yanked to her feet. The look on Jen’s face would have terrified the blonde if she was conscious enough to notice. With a snarling growl Jen grabbed Tara by the back of her mane and whipped her across the room. Tara stumbled through the doorway out into the living room where she finally lost her balance and piled up on the floor with a heavy grunt.

The dark maned wildcat bound after her prey and promptly hauled her to her feet again. With a yank of the blonde’s tiny top, Jen relieved her rival of it and flung it aside, exposing the scarred tits she had worked over in the nightclub bathroom. Without hesitation, she sent her stunned foe stumbling back the way she had just come. Heath watched with an entertained smirk as Tara’s careening, bare breasted form sailed into the bedroom and went sprawling to the carpet signaled by an exhausted groan. He marveled at his lover as she appeared in the doorway, her attention still riveted upon the battered blonde. His cock was exhibiting no signs of taking a break, and he slowly stroked it as he watched Jen humiliate the cocky blonde.

Tara’s high hopes of spending the afternoon riding the pony were evaporating quickly. She thought she had that bitch right where she wanted her a few minutes ago, but the punishment she had absorbed in the brief span between then and now was severely challenging her spirit. Another degrading defeat at the hands of Jen would haunt her forever. The crack in her shell was beginning to split open, and Jen moved in for the delectable kill.

With a grunt highlighted by her frustration, Tara snapped her leg out as Jen moved within range, hoping for a miracle. Jen walked right through the meager attempted strike and swiftly drew her foot up and hammered the blonde in the temple with a sharp stomp. With a sickening yelp Tara’s head hit the floor and she lay with outstretched arms and eyes rolling into the back of her sockets.

“I’m afraid she’ll be in no shape for fucking, Heath.” tisked Jen as she looked down at the barely conscious blonde. “And she just had her heart set on it, too.”

“Oh, she’s getting fucked all right, Jen.” he responded with a smile. “You’re fuckin’ killing her!”

Jen glanced at his cock which he continued to gently tease with strokes. She licked her lips and stared deeply into his eyes, their mutual desire communicated without words. Her body screamed for his attention, but she had to finish crushing the slut that now lay at her feet. The combination of beating down Tara Reid yet again and seeing her hot as hell fuck partner getting off as a result of it had this brunette’s velvet tunnel on fire.

Jen knelt beside Tara and savagely tit slapped the demolished girl. Tara’s torso bobbled slightly and she chirped with a high pitched yelp, but she was defenseless and still fading in and out. The blonde hardly stirred as Jen unbuckled the thin black leather belt looped through Tara’s low cut jeans and yanked it free. Jen held it up for a second as she grasped either end of it and gave it a snap. She then focused her attention on Tara’s jeans, and after a bit of squirming and tugging, the pants ended up on the carpet beside them.

“Oh this is fucking rich.” said Jen with a smirk as she slid her finger beneath the front waistband of Tara’s smiley face satin thong and gave it a little snap. “Do they make these with a frowning face?!”

“You.......cunt.........” moaned Tara, still dazed but not immune to ridicule.

Jen belted the blonde across the face, eliciting a pitiful cry from her outclassed foe. “That’s Mistress Cunt to you, pecker hound.” she snarled.

The brunette flopped her limp rival over onto her belly and whisked the girl’s thong down to her knees. The cream colored carpet that filled Tara’s field of view spun erratically as she drifted in and out of consciousness. With a snap of her belt she was brutally brought back to the world of the living.

“AAAAAAAOOOOWWWWWWW!!!” she shrieked as Jen set her ass afire with a wicked swat of the belt.

Heath watched Jen’s deltoids and biceps ripple as she unleashed a horrendous ass whipping upon Tara, turning the blonde’s fair skinned ass flesh gruesomely red with welts. The savage whipping was erotic all on it’s own, but what really lit up the Aussie actor was the look of sheer pleasure Jen wore on her face. His balls nearly buried themselves inside him as his dick danced and threatened to split wide open. He scooted himself to the edge of the bed where his feet hit the floor just a few feet away from the women.

“Baby my cock is howling like a fuckin’ dingo!” he gasped to Jen.

The dark haired beauty ceased with her punishment and gazed at his throbbing manhood. Her pussy was about to steam clean the carpet beneath her, and the thin crotch of her thong was now saturated. Tara had been reduced to a gurgling, blistered mess as she lay face down and wallowing in agony.

Jen rose to her feet, standing beside the traumatized blonde bitch. The term ‘horny’ didn’t even begin to do justice to what she was feeling right now. She wanted to climb onto that man pump herself into the proverbial white light; that nearly indescribable zone you plunged into at the climax of mind blowing sex. She knew they would journey to that zone again......and again before this unforgettable experience came to a close. But she had a specific plan to conclude her mastery of the blonde she despised so strongly. She had envisioned it vividly in the moments before Tara’s arrival, and as much as she wanted to knockout and toss out the actress and climb on her lover, he was going to have to persevere a little longer.

“Can you handle the anticipation for just a little longer?” she asked gingerly.

Heath released his grip on his cock and smiled mischievously at her. “Anything for you, Jen. This is your moment to shine, and I will bask in your glow.” He knew full well that his virility was going to be pushed to it’s limits by this woman before the day was through, and he was eating it up.

The couple’s moment had consumed a bit more time than was warranted. As beaten and blistered as Tara Reid was, she was also still ticking. The fuse reached it’s flash point as she glanced at Jen’s bare foot on the carpet in front of her face. Her hands moved rapidly to Jen’s ankle and grasped it while lifting the surprised brunette’s foot off the carpet.

“OWWWW!” screeched Jen in sudden agony as her rival chomped down on her toes like a rabid mutt.

Tara gnawed on the toes in her mouth as Jen squealed and haphazardly hopped on one leg, trying to maintain her balance and pull her foot from the crazy bitches mouth. Tara reached over to Jen’s other leg with a hand and yanked it toward her as she ceased chomping. The brunette’s body plummeted to the carpet ass first with a sharp grunt. Tara lunged for her stunned foe and flattened her as she climbed atop her, ready to unleash her fury.

Jen reacted instinctively and caught a handful of blonde hair in one hand, drawing the yelping actress into her chest. The dark haired woman snaked her arms around Tara’s back and compressed the cursing blonde against her bosom. Once Jen had locked her ankles with her legs scissored around Tara’s waist, the blonde was practically defenseless. Her hands were unable to get hold of any vulnerable portion of Jen’s body; all she could muster was a few mild jabs into the brunette’s ribs.

“Fuuucckkkk!!!” Tara’s muffled curse was swallowed up by her opponent’s breasts as she bucked and squirmed in vain.

Jen’s face reflected her exertion as she squeezed her foe powerfully, draining what meager strength that remained in the blonde’s battered body. Heath was amused by the sight of the helpless blonde trapped in Jen’s grasp. Her ass was a painful looking site, nearly blistered by the belt whipping, and her skimpy little thong was still tangled around her knees. Within moments her ineffectual struggling had ceased, and the garbled moans she was spilling into Jen’s chest trailed off into silence.

With a hateful thrust Jen tossed the barely conscious blonde off her and Tara’s limp body rolled onto the carpet, coming to rest face down. Her legs twitched ever so slightly as she softly moaned into the carpet. Jen deftly slipped Tara’s thong completely off her unresisting legs and soon had her opponent’s wrist securely lashed behind her back with the thong. She slipped off her own soaked thong and dropped it to the carpet. Retrieving the blonde’s belt, Jen straddled Tara’s body and leaned down to lift the whimpering girl’s head off the carpet. She looped the belt around Tara’s throat and cinched it up tight, creating a makeshift leash.

“On your knees, bitch!” snarled Jen as she gave a firm tug on the belt.

Tara whined and grabbed for the leather wrapped around her neck as she was hauled up to her knees. Jen choked up on the belt, grasping it close to the blonde’s head as she wrapped her other hand in Tara’s disheveled mane. With a menacing yank, Jen forced Tara to crawl toward the edge of the bed where Heath sat.

“Like I said before, you little cum dumpster, I fucking own you!” hissed the brunette.

Tara was whining and her eyes swelled up with tears as she neared Heath. Jen forced her to a position between his legs as Heath watched uneasily. Tara’s face was mere inches from his pulsing member.

“Look at that beautiful cock.” said Jen. “You want to kiss it, don’t you?”

Tara whimpered and sniffled as she helplessly looked up at him. “Heath.........” she whined. Her lips parted and she moved them toward his stiff dick.

With a nasty jerk of the belt, Jen snapped the blonde’s head away from him. “That’s not your cock to kiss, you putrid slut!” snarled the brunette. She kept Tara at arms length away as she leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the head of Heath’s dick. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth and briefly teased him with a few moist strokes, drawing an enticed moan out of him. “That’s my cock.” she stated as Tara watched and whimpered.

“And he wants you so fucking bad, ruffgirl!” groaned Heath as his cock twitched in agreement.

Jen gave him a sultry smile. She stepped between Heath and the kneeling blonde and turned her back to him as she continued to keep a firm grasp on the leash. In a devilish display of cock teasing, she gently lowered her heated, oozing pussy until it made contact with the head of his manhood. She allowed it to nestle between her swollen folds and squirmed her hips slightly until it lodged at the entrance to her velvet tunnel. That was all the teasing this man could take, and she knew it. He gasped as she eased herself away from him. She was playing him like a fucking fiddle, making it pleasurably clear that a confident, seductive woman could do just that.

“As for you,” said Jen as she shoved Tara roughly to the floor on her back, “you’re not worthy, you bush league bitch.”

Tara looked up at Jen pleadingly as her arms struggled unsuccessfully to free themselves. She had been convincingly trashed once again by the brunette, and her shame was tormenting her psyche as she lay on the carpet at Jen’s mercy. She was completely humbled. Her superior foe landed a foot stomp to her tits and left her groaning with a tortured grimace plastered across her face. Jen unfastened the belt from around Tara’s neck and cinched it around the blonde’s ankles leaving her completely bound and defenseless.

“I will get right back to you in just a sec, stud.” promised Jen to Heath. “Destiny awaits.”

The dark maned tigress looked down at Tara with cool confidence. This was the moment she had battled so ferociously for; this would be her crowning glory in the destruction of Tara Reid. Her pussy hungered for a victim, and she had one stretched out on the carpet before her.

“Don’t!” protested Tara and her lips quivered as she fidgeted woefully. “DON’T!!!”

Jen reverse straddled the actress and ran her hands over the supple flesh of her ass cheeks as she taunted the panicked blonde. Tara stared at Jen’s round ass, frozen in fear. She could see the brunette’s puffy labia, glistening with arousal and she shuddered. She wanted to die.

With excruciatingly slow movement Jen lowered herself to her knees positioning her ass right above Tara’s face.

Like Tara, Jessica Biel’s humiliation was far from over. She remained on the carpet, still hog tied and spewing plea’s to Brandi. Jen and her friend Brandi possessed  the same amount of mercy for their respective conniving foe’s -- none. 

“You can’t blame me for sticking up for my friend!” whined Jessica. “Jen used mace on her!”

“Mace?!” scoffed Brandi. “Is that what that little bitch told you?! Jen didn’t use mace on her. My grrl kicked her ass with her hands and feet.”

“I..I didn’t know!” mewled Jessica as she trembled and sobbed. “Just let me go. Please?!”

Brandi leaned down and teasingly tousled the brown haired girls mane. “Aww, you poor thing! Do you need a tissue, little girlie?!” Jessica whimpered with helpless shame. “You’re not tough at all, are you?” taunted Brandi. “All tangled up in your little pink girlie thong.” She playfully smacked her opponent’s cheek. “You keep whining and I’m gonna have to put you down for another nap. Your blonde bitch friend is gonna shit when she gets this baby-sitting bill.”

As Brandi was talking, she was peeling off her clothes. The intensity of Jessica’s sob’s heightened as she watched the rugged brunette’s discarded clothes pile up on the carpet. When Brandi’s panty capped the top of the heap, the actress lost it. Her body shook as she blubbered and flushed her reddened cheeks with tears. The big brunette dropped to her knees and plucked her panty from her pile of clothes, cruelly wiping her victim’s cheeks with the dirty crotch. Jessica wept and sniffled as Brandi’s panty was rubbed across her face.

“You naughty little slut, you’re sniffing my panties!” accused Brandi.

“Nnno I’m nnot!” whimpered Jessica pitifully.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want to lick my pussy!” teased the Italian.

“Fuck you!” spat the squirming brunette angrily. “Lemme go!!!”

Brandi wore a devious grin as she rose to her feet and nudged her victim with her foot, rolling Jessica onto her side. She placed the ball of her foot atop Jessica’s lowest breast and pressed down hard, crushing the fleshy globe against the carpet.

“AAAOOOWWWWWW!!!” squealed the actress in pain. “SSTTOPPPPPP!!!”

Brandi ground her rival’s tit into the floor savagely, finally easing her foot up and scraping her toenails across the sensitive flesh and leaving it streaked as Jessica wailed. Brandi then took the brunette’s nipple between her toes and began to pinch it as the defenseless girl cried out with torment.

“Here’s the deal, candy-ass.” said Brandi sternly. “You either stick that girlie tongue of yours out and lick my slit, or this nipple is coming off. What’s it gonna be?”

The anguished girl cringed at the thought of forced servitude, but she couldn’t stand another second of tit torture. She had no choice.

“O.K., I’ll do it!” she whined. “Please let go!”

Brandi smiled as she released Jessica’s nipple. Her juices were already flowing; she had achieved arousal before the battle had concluded, and having the humbled actress trussed up and at her mercy had only magnified her desire.

She settled Jessica back on her chest and belly and then took a seat at the girl’s head as she spread her athletic legs wide. Jessica looked timidly at her opponent’s gaping, lubricated slit. Brandi sunk her fingers into the girl’s hair and held her head up and positioned inches from her cunt.

“Show me that tongue of yours, bitch.” hissed the horny brunette. “Stick it out and leave it out.”

Jessica sniveled and closed her eyes, shedding another trickle of tears down her face. Her lips parted and her tongue slid out of her mouth. Brandi eased her hips forward slightly until the tip of Jessica’s tongue made contact with her engorged pussy lips.

“Unnghh....” moaned the smaller woman as she tasted her rival’s sex.

“If I even feel a hint of those teeth, I’m gonna tear off your tits and stuff them down your throat.” warned Brandi.

She propped herself up one elbow and sighed as she began to slowly rock Jessica’s head up and down as she grasped her by the mane. Her opponent’s tongue remained rigid, plowing through her creamy slit and instantly stimulating her yearning snatch. Jessica’s eyelids remained squeezed shut and she cringed with degradation as Brandi used her like a toy, swabbing her pussy with increased intensity. The woman in control began to moan as she worked the girl’s tongue to the top of her slit and began to tease her clit with it.

“Mmmm.....do all the ‘Executioner’s’ do this kinda thing?!” gasped Brandi. “Send over a couple more looking for a beating.”

The Italian babe’s climax was on a rail and headed for the station, and she shifted into high gear to bring it home. Jessica’s head was practically a blur as Brandi pumped it up and down frantically as her body spiraled toward orgasm. She erupted in ecstatic groans as she climaxed with a long moan, her legs twitching as perspiration glistened upon her forehead. She flopped onto her back as she released Jessica’s head and breathed heavily as she closed her eyes and relished in the afterglow.

Jessica was moaning as well, but her moans were those of abject humiliation as she licked her lips and tried to clear her tongue of her rival’s sex. She was devastated by the magnitude of the embarrassment she felt. She finally lay her cheek on the carpet, closed her eyes and wept.

“I’m fucking begging you!” squeaked the tearful Tara Reid. “Please........don’t!” The remnant aroma of a night full of fucking permeated Tara’s nose as Jen’s ravenous snatch remained poised above her.

Jen sighed with deep satisfaction as she plopped her ass onto her opponent’s face. The satisfaction she felt parked on Tara’s whimpering face was indescribable. The exhilaration of another convincing triumph over the egotistical bitch had her clit buzzing. She rode the convulsing blonde determinedly, smiling as she felt the vibrations of Tara’s smothered protests. She glanced down at the blonde’s abused breasts, framed between her thighs. Tara’s garbled cries intensified Jen’s rapture as she attacked the blonde’s tits with vicious precision, sinking her nails into the tender flesh and tormenting them with a crushing twist. The dominant brunette swiveled her hips seductively, grinding her ass against Tara’s face as she tortured the girl’s nipples with pinches and tugs. The blonde’s securely bound legs convulsed and slapped against the carpet as she was disgracefully abused by her superior nemesis.

Despite the fact that Heath had come so many times in the last ten hours with Jen, the incredibly erotic spectacle he was currently witnessing had primed another climax that was rapidly building inside him. His cock had been rock hard since the moment Jen and Tara had clashed, and it was ready to cut loose. He watched his lover’s lips curl in a coy grin as her hands moved from Tara’s tits to her pussy, and he wanted those magic lips on his tool.

“You could use a trim, bitch!” snarled Jen as her fingers plucked at Tara’s pubes.

The smothered blonde spasmed in agony and her yelps melted into the ass pinning her face as Jen nastily tore out a section of her muff. The motion of the brunette’s hips transformed from a moderate swiveling action to a determined back and forth grind. Jen began a deliberate face scrub as her claws raked at the unprotected folds of Tara’s cunt. Muffled howls of pain spilled from the overwhelmed blonde’s mouth as her rival punished her pussy while increasing her face-fucking pace. Jen settled into a deliberate rhythm and her respiration’s quickened as she tipped her head back and plucked at Tara’s nipples. The apex of her annihilation of Tara Reid approached.

Tara’s embarrassment was utterly indelible. She had been convincingly destroyed by this unknown brunette, and she now languished beneath her thrusting, humid pussy, unable to breathe. The scent of Jen and Heath’s earlier carnal fuckfest was being pasted all over her face, and she was unable to prevent it. Heath was inspired as he watched Jen arch her back and grasp her dark, rubbery nipples as she felt her orgasm approach. She scrubbed her clit against the blonde’s chin and her shoulders rolled back as her back arched even further until she erupted in a long and drawn out moan, flushing her fluids onto Tara’s scoured face.

A smile of complete satisfaction highlighted Jen’s face as she leaned back with her hands on the carpet and gulped in air. Her ass remained planted on the unconscious blonde’s face as she rode out her post orgasmic tremors of bliss. The gratification that embraced her entire soul was phenomenal. Heath lustily shared in her moment of glory as he gazed at her spectacular form sitting triumphantly atop her demolished foe.

After a moment, Jen’s eyelids opened and her dark eyes focused hungrily upon Heath. “Bring your sweet meat to me.” she purred.

Heath was off the bed immediately and his cock bobbled back and forth as he walked toward Jen. The dark haired woman straightened up on her knees as his feet straddled Tara’s hips. Jen closed her hand around his throbbing shaft and planted an enticing kiss on the head. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and Heath’s body stiffened as he released a deep moan in response to her licks. The brunette babe gently teased his upright tool with strokes of her tongue and wet kisses from her lips. Heath’s respiration’s grew louder and more frequent, mixed with moans of pleasure as Jen worked on his cock with skill. She looked up into his eyes for a fleeting second as she grasped him firmly. Her lips curled into a devilish smile and then her mouth opened and engulfed him. Heath groaned with impassioned bliss as his cock slid into her soft, warm mouth. Jen’s lips hugged his shaft as she sucked him hungrily, taking his balls in her hand and gently massaging them.

“Jen that feels so fucking good........I’m not gonna last long.” he moaned.

She bobbed back and forth on his dick as she continued to play with his sack, and his quivering gasps and the sudden movement of his balls signaled his impending climax. Jen tipped her head back and let cock slide free as she pulled him to his knees. Without missing a beat she swiveled to the side, exposing the beaten Tara and began to jack his wet cock with her hand. Heath moaned intensely as the brunette stroked his manhood as she grabbed his ass with her free hand. Her lips pressed against his and she kissed him as he moaned and breathed rapidly, his dick ready to explode.

“Do it, baby!” purred Jen as she aimed his cock at the unconscious blonde’s disheveled mane. Heath released a powerful groan as she stroked him and his load spurted through the air, decorating Tara’s dirty blonde hair with thick white globs of cum.

“Oh yes!” said Jen with a wicked smile as she looked at the degraded bitch, now plastered with both her and Heath’s come. The couple embraced in a passionate hug and held each other for several moments in blissful silence.

“That was incredible.” sighed Heath finally.

“This whole weekend has been a dream come true.” said Jen with a squeeze. “Now I’m thinking.....shower!” They rose to their feet and kissed again.

“Ummfff....” sputtered Tara as she began to revive. Jen and Heath looked down at her as her face grimaced and she smacked her lips. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked her sticky lips. The disgusted look on her face conveyed the fact that she recognized the taste of Jen’s sex. “Uuugghhhhh!” she scowled.

“Aw cum on, slut!” teased Jen with a giggle. “That can’t be the first time you’ve tasted pussy! Just wait ‘til you see your new hair lightener.”

Tara cursed and her body wriggled as she tested her binds. Jen dropped to her knees beside her and drove her fist deep into the blonde’s gut sending the groaning girl’s legs skyward for a second until they collapsed to the floor again. Tara’s mouth froze wide open in a desperate attempt at a breath of air. Jen pounded her fist into her rival’s belly again, and this time once Tara’s jerking legs hit the floor she lay silent, having passed out.

“I want to brand her.” stated Jen as she stared at the unconscious girl with disdain.

Heath retrieved a permanent ink marker from his duffel bag and brought it to her. She uncapped it and neatly printed ‘CUM DUMPSTER’ across Tara’s belly. Heath chuckled as he admired Jen’s handiwork.

“A shower, and then brunch in bed.” he suggested.

“Mmmm....I am starving.” answered Jen.

He went to the phone and ordered room service, and then returned to Jen and clasped her hand in his. The couple walked across toward the carpet toward the bathroom.

“I don’t know if you fully realize what this means to me.” said Jen as she gazed at him.

“I believe I do, Jen. This experience is something I will forever cherish. And I’ll prove it to you after brunch.” he said with a smile.