Megan Fox v. Emma Watson
By CanadianLou
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At the request of several lucrative benefactors, regular wrestling cards were suspended to allow the promoters to run a one-night event called “Survival of the Weakest”. The idea behind it was that rather than have the winner advance, it would be the loser who would move forward until ultimately one unfortunate woman would hold the title of “Weakest”.

Several noteworthy women competed in the tournament including Katherine Heigl, Jessica Biel, Angelina Jolie and Charlize Theron in order to establish a bit of legitimacy. Also on the card were several underwhelming in-ring performers like Kristen Stewart, Taylor Swift and Rachel Bilson. But there was one name on the roster who had the opportunity to catapult herself to the elite, A-List of fighters, Megan Fox.

Fox had all of the talent and skill to be a top level performer. While she didn’t have the height of some of the main eventers, her technical proficiency and killer instincts ensured that she would be a major draw for years to come.

But then came the tournament.

After a humiliating first round loss to the woefully overmatched Kaley Cuoco, Megan went on to suffer loss after loss until she found herself the shamed and humbled “winner” of the tournament. Her early defeats were due in large part to her voracious sexual appetite, as the raven-haired woman had great difficulty in suppressing her lust while dominating an opponent. Later matches saw outside forces keep her from victory, but nonetheless she found herself flat on her back in various stages of undress.

Megan took time away from the ring and away from Hollywood to reassess her career. Once billed as the next Angelina Jolie, Fox was now veering closer and closer into the “gone but not missed” pile of forgetting flameouts.

Desperate and frustrated, Megan rashly opted to not reappear in the Transformers franchise that made her a household name, instead choosing to hone her craft so that when she did return, it would be as a respected woman.

Now, many months after the damaging tournament, Megan was ready to return. She followed the trend of several recent superstars and hired a personal training team. Unlike fellow young Hollywood star Anne Hathaway, Megan was more than happy to listen to her experienced pros. They taught her how to harness her sexual energy into an offense that would disable and defeat most opponents.

The promoters were thrilled when they got the call about Megan wanting to return to action. Her absence had become very noticeable, with many in the industry questioning whether holding Survival of the Weakest was a smart idea since it came at the price of a top starlet. Once she declared her intentions to reenter the ring, the promoters looked less like foolhardy men and more like visionaries.

The next issue was who her opponent would be. The fear around the office was that if Megan were to go toe-to-toe against a capable opponent and lose that any potential viability in her would be forever gone. However, if she went against a complete creampuff, it would prove nothing.

At the same time and with far less fanfare, Emma Watson’s representatives had been in contact with the promoters. The “Harry Potter” star was looking to shed her image of family film darling and try to establish herself as a mature, respectable adult that could carry a feature. When conventional routes proved nearly impenetrable, Watson decided to enter the world of wrestling.

Megan Fox roundly rejected the first list of potential opponents, feeling that her return had to have a certain spark to it. She fully intended to get her revenge against the women she lost to in the Survival of the Weakest tournament, but facing one of them in her first return match would shift the story. The story wasn’t about her seeking redemption, but rather it was just about her. She was the big deal, and as such, she wanted someone who would help her get her wish.

A low level employee, who was compiling the latest batch of candidates for Megan, got confused and accidentally put Emma Watson’s name on the list instead of Emma Stone. Before he could correct his error, the list was sent out to Megan’s people. Almost immediately, her representative called and demanded the match with the British girl.

Emma Watson offered everything Megan Fox was looking for. She was young and athletic, so the match would be spirited. She was also new and nubile, so Megan would have a chance to reestablish her reputation at the expense of a beloved celebrity. The promoters were less than thrilled, as they felt the virginal Watson wasn’t a big enough name despite her film’s box office receipts, but Megan wouldn’t budge.

Emma was less than thrilled when she found out about her opponent. While she wanted to be perceived as more adult and morph herself from teen magazines to sex symbol, she didn’t want to run the major risk that facing Megan Fox brought. In every one of Megan’s matches, the in-ring wrestling quickly degraded into a sexually charged catfight. Emma had no experience in that sort of competition, nor did she want one. However, once the contract was sent over and she saw her compensation, Watson’s people happily signed the deal.

On the night of the event, the audience could be easily split into three camps. First, there were the Megan Fox supporters, who still believed the hype and hoped that this would prove that her Survival of the Weakest performance was an unfortunate fluke. Second, there were the Megan Fox haters who hoped that she would once again be thoroughly humiliated. Lastly, there were the Emma Watson supporters who could not separate their love of Hermione from their love of Emma.

Emma Watson was introduced first and she came out in a turquoise track suit. The fans were quite confused at the sight of her, since most women came down to the ring ready to fight. Here, they had the 5’5 girl in a zip-up hoodie and sweatpants. Both those that came to see Megan win and Megan lose took umbrage at this fact and began to jeer the young Brit. Emma, being the consummate professional, simply smiled and waved her very formal English wave, choosing to hear the cheers of her supporters over the chorus of boos.

As she entered the ring, Emma unzipped her jacket, revealing a very modest white bikini-style top. She pulled down her sweatpants next, showing off her full-bottomed white matching bottoms. Emma’s modest bosom complimented her taut body, showing that she was in very solid physical condition. The referee went over the rules with her before adding that his kids love her movies. She politely nodded, concealing her aggravation at the comment.

The lights then dimmed as a rumble rippled through the arena. The Fox-haters and the Fox-lovers began their wails, as the cheers and boos morphed into a vibrating wave of sound. Megan Fox came through the curtain, bathed once again in the spotlight. Despite her training, she still opted to wear her now-trademark leather thong bikini. Megan vamped for a second at the top of the ramp before going stone-faced as she walked down the aisle.

Megan made constant eye-contact with Emma, choosing to intimidate her from the first moment she could. Watson met her eyes and remained stoic, despite the butterflies rattling around her stomach. Fox slowly straddled the middle rope as she entered the ring, once again relishing the feeling of the cable between her thighs. She looked into the crowd and saw the disapproving nod of her trainer, so she relented and stepped into the squared circle.

The referee approached her to go over the rules, but a simple nod of the head was enough to let him know to just ring the bell and get out of the way. Megan took in the sight of Emma standing on the other side of the ring. She looked positively angelic in her all-white attire and her delicate features, a fact that sent a shiver down Fox’s spine. “Oh the things I’m going to do to her…” she thought.

As soon as the bell rang, Megan charged forward. The sudden aggression startled Watson, who was expecting to lock up in the middle of the ring. Fox ran forward with an outstretched arm and clotheslined Emma to the mat. Watson takes it in stride and pops back up, only to get caught with a second clothesline. She shakes her head as the two quick strikes have her dazed, which gives Megan enough of an opening to whip the blonde across the ring into the turnbuckle.

Megan looks pleased with herself based on the very early offensive flurry, feeling confident that she has matters in hand. Emma, meanwhile, has her eyes shut as she’s wincing in pain. The impact of the hard turnbuckle against her back ricocheted throughout her body. She was hurt early and needed to do something.

Fox grabbed a hold of Emma’s hair as she dragged her out of the corner. Watson put up no resistance as she was pulled forward. Megan scooped the inexperienced girl up and delivered a surprisingly impressive powerslam. This was not the Megan Fox fans were used to seeing, and many of them were slowly being converted into believers.

Emma was now staring up at the ceiling, her eyes blurred by the bright lighting rigs. She again clutched her back, unaware of how to relieve the pain. Her opponent didn’t give her a moment to dwell, as the machinelike Megan again pulled her to her feet by her tresses.

Watson put her hands up to her skull as she hoped to remove Fox’s grip around her scalp, which was a classic rookie move. With her arms extended above her body, her midsection was wide open. Fox pulled back her left hand and slammed her fist into Emma’s unprotected stomach.

The winded Brit let out an audible “oof” as the punch knocked the wind out of her lungs. Megan, who had maintained her hairlock, again yanked Emma’s body upward. Again, based more on instinct than skill, Emma reached her hands up to free herself. And again, Megan delivered another punch to Watson’s soft belly.

Megan released her grip this time, allowing Emma to fall to her knees. Watson clutched her waist as she tried to catch her breath. It was becoming very clear that the girl, still unable to legally buy a beer in America, was also not ready yet to be in the ring. A sense of frustration came over Fox, who had hoped that Emma would be a bit of a challenge. But as she looked down at the wheezing and sobbing Watson, it was clear she wasn’t fighting a woman but rather a girl.

But Fox had little sympathy for Emma. If anything, she was more enraged that Watson would waste her time trying to get into the ring. This was supposed to be Megan’s big comeback match where she showed that she was tough and could perform in that ring. Instead, she was like a sports car racing a bicycle. She then decided if this wasn’t going to be noteworthy for her skill, it should be noteworthy for her complete destruction of the rookie.

Megan again yanked Emma to her feet, this time with more force than before. She flung Watson again into the corner, as the crash echoed throughout the building. Emma was barely holding herself up in the corner when Megan approached her. Fox grabbed Watson’s face, trying to focus the anguished girl.

“You thought you could fight?” she asked as she slapped Emma across the cheek. Watson’s chin dropped into her chest, so Megan pulled her head back again. “You thought you could waste my time with this sniveling little bullshit?” Megan again punctuated her rhetorical question with a blistering slap.

“I…I…I’m…” was all Emma could get out through the tears. Her back was in extraordinary pain from the first turnbuckle smash, and her lack of in-ring skill meant she had no way to cope with it.

“You’re what?” the angry Fox asked, cutting her off. “You’re sorry?”

Emma didn’t respond, choosing only to nod her head.

“You’re not sorry yet. But you will be once I make you my little slut.” Megan threw her technical playbook out the window, deciding instead to unleash her frustration on the helpless Englishwoman.

Megan took a few steps back before charging forward, slamming her knee into Emma’s stomach. The force of the blow again drove Watson’s damaged back into the thinly covered metal turnbuckle, which was the key to the waterworks. Emma was now a sobbing mess, completely unable to put up any kind of offense.

Fox grabbed Watson’s right ankle and pulled it over the second rope. She did the same with Emma’s left ankle, with no resistance from the girl. Megan now had Emma’s body straddling the second turnbuckle, with her legs dangling helplessly.

Emma stopped her crying just in time to realize she was struck. With her legs spread the way they were, she couldn’t move. She was trapped in the corner like a bug in a spider’s web. “No, wait…please…let me go,” Emma pleaded, but they fell on deaf ears.

Megan cruelly yanked Emma’s hair again, pulling her ear towards Fox’s lips. “Did they have mercy for me in my matches? No. These people feed off of our humiliation, and I’m sick and tired of being their meal. It’s your turn.” Megan licked the palm of her hand before delivering a cruel chop to Emma’s chest. The impact let off a satisfying “slap” sound before a red welt formed on Watson’s pale skin. Fox again licked her hand before rearing back and delivering a second slap to Emma’s breasts.

“Ooow!” Emma yelled before again sobbing. Megan licked her palm a third time, but paused in the middle of her tongue bath. She stared at the red-faced young woman and her sneer vanished. She almost seemed sympathetic to Emma’s plight.

“No, this doesn’t feel right,” she said. A relieved Emma breathed a sigh, happy that her torment was over. “This just doesn’t feel right,” Megan continued, “because you still have that shitty bikini top on. If you’re going to be a pathetic little nothing, the least you can do is let them see your tits.”

Before Emma could please, Megan yanked down the material, letting Emma’s perky 32A boobs out of their cups. The humiliated Watson tried to shake free, but as soon as she started to move, she was greeted with an elbow to the head. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so, got it?” Megan now again licked her palm and fired off a stinging slap to Emma’s exposed breasts, catching the poor girl on her sensitive nipple.

Watson let off a banshee-like wail upon impact before resuming her weak sobs. Megan stepped back to admire her handiwork, looking at the imprint of her palm on Emma’s reddened chest. Fox then stepped forward until there were precious few inches between her and Emma. She reached forward and grabbed onto Watson’s pink nipples, hungrily groping them. Was this a return of the Megan Fox of old, who would let victory slip through her fingers in order to satisfy her carnal lust?

“Please…please…sob…leave my…leave my chest alone…” Emma pleaded. Megan let go of Watson’s tits instantly, before flashing a smile. She then reached down and put her hands on Emma’s thighs. The trapped girl’s eyes widened in fear as she feverishly shook her head back and forth. “No! Please no! Please…please…no!”

Megan slowly slid her hands up the girl’s creamy white thighs until she reached Emma’s bottoms. Megan maintained her eye contact as she began to rub Watson’s crotch, drinking in the look of confusion and terror in Emma’s face. “Aww, this isn’t all bad, see?” Megan said as she ramped up her manipulation, drawing ever-more-focused circles with her fingers over Emma’s pussy. “See, you lose to me and I make you feel good. Gooood.” Megan leaned in and kissed the protesting Watson on the cheek. “I’m hurt that you don’t want a little peck. After all, I’m the one who is going to make you into a real woman. But fine, have it your way.”

Fox stopped her manipulation of Emma’s bottoms and stepped back. She put her hands up in confusion for a second, asking the audience what she should do. Then, as if inspiration struck, she nodded her head. Megan Fox then charged forward, slamming her knee into Emma’s unprotected crotch.

The unexpected low blow drew no noise from Watson, whose mouth just hung open. She had never experienced such intense pain in that region before, and after the surprisingly pleasurable treatment Megan was giving her vagina, the painful blow was doubly effective.

Emma’s body slowly began to fall forward, but Megan refused to let her just crumple on the mat. Fox forced her back against the turnbuckle as she still had plans for the girl. “That’s just the beginning of what I’m going to do to you, loser,” Megan hissed as she now ripped off Watson’s useless top. Fox then proceeded to tie Emma’s right wrist to the rope, keeping her secure. “Fuck, I need another top,” she said. Then, in a matter-of-fact way, she removed her own leather bustier and bound the blonde’s other hand.

Megan Fox had no qualms about showing off her impressive breasts. Her fuller chest put Emma’s to shame, as they were tanned a golden brown and topped off with hard, inviting nipples. This was a woman confident in her body and more than willing to flaunt her bounty.

Emma, meanwhile, was becoming more and more terrified. With her arms trapped, she couldn’t escape the sadistic and now half-naked Megan Fox. The girl was in way over her head, and her current plan of sobbing uncontrollably wasn’t working. She looked up and saw Megan on the other side of the ring, poised to charge her again. Watson knew this was going to end with another kick to her womanhood, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Or was there?

“Ref!” she yelped. “Referee, I surrender! I surrender unconditionally!”

The referee responded with a confused look. “Um, this can’t end on a submission. Weren’t you listening when I gave the rules?”

As her heart sunk into her stomach, Emma looked away from the useless official just in time to see Megan’s sun-kissed body charging towards her. With no other option but to brace for impact, Emma tightened up her muscles. Megan’s knee again smashed into her pubic bone, which was too much for Watson to handle. Since her body could not cope with the pain, she simply blacked out.

Megan looked at the slumped over frame of Emma Watson, dangling forward while being suspended by the black and white underwear. Her hair had flipped forward, covering her now peacefully dozing face. “Nah, she hasn’t had enough,” the cruel Fox said.

Approaching the lifeless body, Megan began gently massaging Emma’s tits. Fox delicately flicked her pink nipples with her thumb as she kneaded the rest of the breast with her eager fingers. This tactic was meant to help revive the unconscious Watson so that Megan could continue her fun. Sure enough, after about a minute of rubbing, Watson’s body began to respond as her nipples began to stiffen.

Megan then moved one hand down to Emma’s white bottoms, fumbling around until she found the front of the waistband. She slowly slid two of her manicured fingers into the virgin territory, feeling the faintest hints of trimmed pubic hair. This sent a charge down Fox’s spine, but she suppressed it and moved on. Finally her fingers found the warm and inviting target of Emma’s vagina. Fox then slowly began to tease her abused sex, again using a tender touch on Watson’s labia. Then, like turning a key, Emma’s body began to open up to the manipulation. Megan inserted a finger into Watson’s pussy, sliding it in and out in a very delicate rhythm.

Awakening from her dreamstate felt like driving out of a patch of London fog as Emma slowly began to comprehend the sensations in her body. Before she could even open her eyes, she was emitting a low moan from the fingering. She was still too out of it to know why this was happening or even where she was, but at her most primal level, she just knew it was pleasurable.

As her eyes fluttered open, she only saw a blurry image of someone in front of her. When she tried to move her arm, she suddenly realized she was trapped. The blur vanished quickly and she was face-to-face with a very forward Megan Fox. “Well good morning baby, you enjoying your wake-up call?”

Emma tried to break free, horrified that her body was being treated like an amusement park. “Get…get…away…” she mumbled through pants that betrayed what she really wanted.

“Oh I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands. And I know you’re enjoying this too much for me to stop.” Megan’s fingers began to quicken their pace as she had added a second digit to Emma’s pussy. “In fact, I’m going to be the first woman to make you cream your little panties in public.”

The shame and embarrassment Watson felt, mixed with the waves of pleasure, was creating a confusing cocktail in her brain. She wished she could break free or at the very least tell herself to stop giving in to the stimulation, but she hadn’t the physical strength nor the willpower to escape her predicament. “I…-pant-…hate…-uugh-…you…” she seethed as Megan pumped harder and harder.

“I know,” Megan said before forcefully kissing the poor girl. As soon as her lips touched Emma’s, she felt Watson’s body begin to tense up. The girl was getting close to orgasm, which was right where Fox wanted her.

“Mmm…mmm…mmmmph….” Emma moaned while in the lip-lock. But just before reaching climax, Megan pulled back. She broke off the kiss, let go of Watson’s breast and removed her fingers from Emma’s dripping snatch. The confused Brit swallowed hard before letting out a deep exhale, as she went from extreme stimulation to nothing.

“Like I’m going to let you have any fun, you little limey skank,” Megan teased before again kneeing Emma in her pussy. The shocking cruelty of Fox’s actions had silenced the crowd, who watched this display of dominance play out in hushed tones.

Megan undid the bonds, finally allowing Emma to fall to the mat. Watson curled up in a ball, feverishly rubbing her aching crotch. She was a sobbing mess once again, unable to alleviate any of the pain in her abused body.

Fox felt the time had come to claim her victory, something she had been consistently denied. Rolling the blonde on her back, Megan stood triumphantly with her foot on the girl’s chest. She posed with her arms flexed, flashing a sinister smile as she posed over her vanquished foe.

“Alright, time for you get a little taste of victory, jobber,” Megan said as she slowly lowered herself onto the helpless Watson.

Emma looked up at the dominant woman sitting on her chest, aware of her fate. “Please…please don’t do this. Please don’t…please…”

“Please don’t what?” Megan teased. “Please don’t hit you in the stomach again?” she asked before balling up her fist and slamming it into her midsection. “Please don’t hurt your little unfucked cunt?” she inquired again before opening her palm and slapping Emma’s vagina.

“Please…don’t…sitonmyface…” she quickly mumbled.

“No, I didn’t hear you. I think you said sit on your face. I’d love to.” Megan slid forward, pressing her leather thong against Emma’s quivering lips. Fox then put her full weight onto Watson’s face, pressing her flawless ass and soaked pussy against Emma’s features. “Oh, this feels so good. I love a virgin.” Megan then began thrusting herself forward, grinding herself against Emma. After all of the buildup, it didn’t take long for Fox to find her rhythm.

“You feel SO good,” Megan teased as she rubbed her steaming sex against Watson’s unwilling face. She could feel the humiliating sobs coming from under her, which only excited the cruel woman more. Fox then cupped her hands under Emma’s head, forcing her nose deeper and deeper into Megan’s waiting pussy. “Ooh…you know how to please a woman…” she moaned.

Megan threw her head back as she shut her eyes and just rode the rollercoaster of excitement coursing through her body. Back and forth she slid her vagina, ensuring that the facesit would be one that Emma would never forget.

Meanwhile, the trapped blonde was in dire straits. She couldn’t help but taste the juices slowly dripping from Megan, marking the first time a woman’s pussy touched her lips. Utterly humiliated, she simply wanted this to be over. Thankfully, as she felt Megan’s body getting warmer and warmer, she knew the end was getting close. Unfortunately for her, it was still going to get worse.

Fox felt the orgasm coming, so she stealthy slid the thong to the side, allowing her completely shaven pussy direct contact with Emma’s smooth skin. Watson’s nose was now buried deep inside Megan, and after a few hard thrusts, Fox finally exploded all over her defeated opponent.

Megan leaned back, allowing the sensation of the orgasm to flow through her veins. She let out a deep, well-earned sigh. After a few more moments of sitting on Watson’s face, Megan stood up on wobbly legs.

“That felt amazing…” she said with a goofy half-smile. As she started to walk towards the back to the sound of the ringbell and the chorus of fans, she turned and looked at the sprawled out body of Emma Watson. Megan knew what it was like being on the other side of this, and she knew she just couldn’t leave her like that.

Megan stopped and walked over to Emma. She looked down and saw the girl’s face, which was now coated in a mixture of tears and the remnants of Fox’s orgasm, and let out a sigh. “I feel terrible,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Emma.” The barely conscious Watson couldn’t hear the words, as the force of Megan’s knees clamped against her head had left her temporarily hearing only muffled echoes. “This isn’t how your first match should have gone. I mean, I can’t…I can’t believe I…I…” Megan paused, looking to find the words. “I can’t believe I left your panties on. What was I thinking?” Fox bent down and slid off Emma’s bottoms, robbing her of her last bit of dignity. The cocky brunette gave them a mock sniff before rubbing the white garment against her own still-wet pussy. Once she was satisfied that it was sufficiently coated, she stuffed the soiled garment in Emma’s mouth.

“I’m back,” Megan confidently said as she headed to the locker-room, once again being embraced by an adoring public.