~~ Round Three ~~
Emily: I look at you, trying to look so docile and calm. Knowing that the one thing you wanna see the most, is me pissed off right now. So I won't give it to you. I try to look both sexy and indifferent, and I know at least I succeeded at one of them!! I try to ignore your comment about being a good loser ,, muttering softly to you ~ "Better a good loser ,, then a sore one Barbie" ~ smiling cockily, and feeling your fingers slipping under my top, softly caressing my ribs and I shudder. Our eyes meet, and I almost smile, good, sexy sure ~is~ working!! You begin to peel my sports bra up my arms slowly, very slowly, and I give my bottom lip a little bite, cranking the sexy to 6
The fabric so sweaty it's almost glued to my skin now, and peel it off this slow resembles the torturous sensation a waxing strip would give, minus the mind blowing pain ,, leaving only the pleasure in it. Then when the fingertips touch my pink buds, I flinch and let out a soft moan ~ "Oohhhhh" ~~ Cranking the sexy up to 9!!! But then of course, you ~had~ to be a bitch, pulling the top up and over my head. ZZzzonkkk!!! Sexy down to zero !!!My 32D's bounce lightly now. But you forgot that with the top pressed so tight on my face, I can see through the weaving that is stretched now, and I noticed the way you bite your lip. And I just stand there calmly, waiting for the pause to end
But then you step closer, and with our identically matched height, you end up doing exactly what I wanted, the reason I raised my arm up so high, letting you step into me and our boobs to ~bump~ again. And with our faces so close together, I purr softly at you, tilting my head, pretending I'm avoiding our lips meeting, but in doing so, I let the left corner of my lips caress your own softly. And you pull the top off and toss it to the side, asking me if I'm ready. I turn to you, smiling widely. We're so close now, that our stiff nipples are denting little meteor crates into each other's boobies
I answer you softly ~ "Ding Ding Ding! " Mocking the sound of a bell in the sexiest voice I can muster, and suddenly sliding my arms around your body, trying to trap your arms between my biceps and your sides, my right hand moving to my left wrist to grip it tightly, I squat lightly, sliding my left leg outwards and ahead, letting my left ankle cross the ~outside~ of your right one, and I lift up with everything I got, trying to turn us and send us crashing to the mat in a full on bodyslam!
Barbara: I pull the top off your hands and throw it behind me out of the mats. My eyes can't leave yours and I look at you with a strange mix of feeling. There is a voice in the back of my head telling me all this is a ruse and I need to push you away from me.... but you look so calm and docile... and so beautiful. And I am feeling a strange urge to kiss you and make out with you. Hearing you purr makes me so turned on. Maybe that is it... maybe there is no need to fight any more... if you could act this docile and nice all the time instead of so pushy and bitchy... I... I...don't know how I would feel about you.
Our breasts are pressed so closely now that I am pretty damn sure you can feel my heart beating inside my chest. My nipples digging into your soft flesh and yours digging into mine in such a painful yet arousing way that I have to bite my lower lip again. And then you go Ding Ding Ding in such a cute sexy way that I purr, failing to notice the fight has started already... and that you are back to being the bitch that wants to kick my ass not make out with me.
Your arms wrap around me, trapping my own arms around my sweaty body. I look into your eyes and the sexy bit on my lips turns into a snarl. I try to push your arms off me with mine but it is too late. You pull me to me, making our tits mushroom painfully against each other, the nipples drilling into the others flesh and then pull me up. “fuck...” I manage to say as my feet leave the canvas. There is nothing I can do. I simply close my eyes and brace myself for what is coming...and what is coming is me landing hard on the mats, once again with you on top.
“NNNGGGHHHHH!” Once again I push my chin over your left shoulder to protect my head, the only thing I can do to ease the damage. My back and ass hit the mats hard and this time it hurts a lot more than the first take down... Your body crushes mine and I can feel your tits pushing my implants against my chest as if trying to make them disappear. I gasp, blowing out a lot more air than last time, and once more I am sandwiched between your sweaty body and the mats.
Emily: There are more ways to win than the one. Rey Mysterio was not the biggest dog out there when he got his Championship. The Great Khali was not the smartest or even knew hot wrestle. Randi Orton was not the most experiences when he got his first belt. And so many more infinite examples of people not being the best in every way to get what they want. And even though I am genuinely not sure now if I'm stronger or faster than you, there is one thing I can always, always, fall back on, and that's my charm and seduction.
And you have proven again and again, that you're not invulnerable to it. In fact, you seem to have proven that you are ~very~ vulnerable. And the little strip show that I granted you, mind you that it was absolutely warranted and earned, seem to have given me that one thing I need against you. An opening. And against your incredibly resilient armor, that's more than I can wish for. I bear hug, lift, twist, and there we go, crashing again to the mat. And the second fall is always worse than the first. Except that to me, this one is way more delicious. And before we crash I make the smart call of pulling my arms out from under you of course.
The thud, the grunts, the air whizzing past each other's shoulders and cheeks are all diminished next to the way I feel our boobies press, squish, your fake ones firmer, and denting mine back to their limit, before the squishing is turned to you, and I hope those little elastic stuffings you have in there are giving your inner tissue and glands some pounding. My left leg to the outside of yours already, I quickly move my right outwards, trying to go for a frog~squat over you. Feeling the sweaty abs sliding together. My arms, both of them moving down as quickly as I can towards your right wrist. I grab it and pull it up as quickly as possible
My right hand gripping your wrist, while my left hand is somewhat halfway along your forearm, I try to push your arm up and over your face, to press the inside of your elbow across your pretty lips and grind it down. Knowing that I can't go for a pin, since your right shoulder is naturally raised, but having something else, more sinister in mind.
Barbara: Fucking bitch...fucking bitch.... I hate her...I hate her...I hate her! Is what goes through my head as I lay pinned under you again. I can't believe I felt for that sweet sexy Emily is your friend trick... I knew you were doing it but I couldn't resist it. And now I am on my back, the mats slick without sweat, and with you on top of me. My nipples feel like they are on fire, buried on your tits and now with the added weight against them slowing being pushed backwards into my tits. Your own nipples feel like diamonds digging into my flesh. I try to breathe, to recover some of the air the take down made me lose, but my chest has a hard time expanding for me to inhale... and when I do I just feel my tits struggling for space against yours.. and your nipples digger deeper into my flesh, stabbing my implants
I look into your eyes with a sweaty frown. I am pretty sure you can tell how pissed I am and how much I want to hurt you. I am still shocked from the landing...and you landing on top of me, both topless this time. I hate so much to have you on top of me. I try to move my legs to the outside but you beat me to it, too smart to let me trap you in a scissors hold... so I keep my legs close together and bide my time to use them.
You grab my right wrist and quickly pull it up. My right arm is no match for the combined strength of both your arms and you cross it in front of my face. My left hand comes up to the rescue and to join the fray, grabbing my own wrist and pushing it up to try to get my right arm off my face, not sure what you are plotting but very sure I am not going to like it. Now it is the time to get my legs moving, I plant both of my feet on the mats, and hoping the sweat doesn't plays tricks on me again, I push my hips up, tensing my abs against yours, trying to bridge my body again and get you off balance.
Emily: Even though the fall was harder for you, it's obvious you're not going to go as easily as before. Your body is tensed, and you seem mad. A little side-effect to the arousal games I always play, they always fight harder when they realize they were fooled. Your left hand shoots up gripping your wrist, pushing it up, and we end up fighting two arms, to two arms, and you stop me from using my strength to pin your right wrist down. I grit on my teeth, getting mad now. The heat in the penthouse rising or so it seems, and it feels like I'm practically melting, swimming in my sweat and yours.
Our babe boobs sliding across each other, the nipples flicking with the struggle ~ "Come on ,, you bitch." I hiss at you, fighting you hard but you buck up and thrust your hip into my own, my legs open, causing your pelvis to drill right into my crotch and I gasp, feeling you twisting us and we go on rolling, and suddenly, I'm on my back, with you atop of me. Gravity shifting to your side!! "uuugghhh!!"
I groan, a droplet of sweat rolling off your forehead and dripping right into my left eye, causing me to cuss. But I know what to do right now, what I need to do at least. My long legs curling around the outside of yours, sliding my ankles between yours locking our ankles, stretching our long limbs to stop you from going into a straddle. Your body pressing down, our nipples softly sliding and pricking each other's tips. I keep pushing my right arm up to hold your right wrist up, and suddenly, I release my left grip, reaching as fast as I can to your pony tail and pulling hard down, trying to tuck your head inwards, and make your chin touching your chest
I know that if I can't move your arm up behind your head, I can just pull your fucking head down, same effect!! And as I do it, I quickly pull my right hand holding your wrist down and back, trying to slide your arm so that your elbow is against the back of your head and I heave hard, rolling to my left, hoping the distraction is enough to get you off me.
Barbara: The cloudy sky is making the day end much quicker than it should. It is already getting dark outside and the buildings are starting to turn on their lights. The storm is getting heavier and it seems like it is going to be raining until the next morning. Lightning crosses the sky from side to side of the city and from this penthouse the view is simply magnificent... but I couldn't care any less as the only thing I see is your face... lovely like few... getting mad at me for apparently not letting you abuse me like you wanted. “Fuck you, Emily...” is my only answer. I growl at you and push hard, not letting you choke my with my own arm and pushing my hips into you... and we start moving.
I push hard into you and the positions shifts.... I end up on top of you. My tits feeling the relief immediately as now gravity is on their side and although they are still getting crushed by your sweet orbs, now you have to support their weight...and mine. I smile, watching a drop of my sweat fall on your face, but then I feel your legs move and I worry you are going for a scissors hold of your own. I've seen how you work your legs and I know they are, maybe, as strong as mine... so I panic a bit and move my legs to the sides, spreading them trying to catch yours as I push myself up a bit... only to grind your legs curling around my legs....
Now from the top position I push on my arm and yours, trying to free them from your grip.. and you let it go with one hand but to grab my hair and pull it down. “AAAAAH!” my chin goes to your chest and I look at you up clearly in discomfort... and hating you. You bend my arm back and over my head and I groan once more. The push is more than enough to get us moving again and we roll... ending with me on my back and you on top.... and the pressure of your tits and nipples on my robs resumes.
Our legs are tangled against each other and pretty much out of this contests for now. I pull mine out to feel your calves bulging and stopping them. Then I try to close them and feel the same, you not letting me move them. So I have to fight you with my arms... only problem is that my right arm is behind my head. My left hand move up to grab your wrist and I try to push my arm free now using both arms, shaking my body from side to side trying to keep us rolling.
Emily: Traversing the length of the blue mat now, we are rolling ever closer to the edge, to the bottom of those tall floor to ceiling windows. I can't see anything outside anymore, not because of it turning dark, but because I can't lose sight of you and what I'm doing. Our bodies coiled together, intensely and wickedly. And right now, the only thing I can achieve with my legs is to keep yours tangled and busy. To keep them worked up, knotted and out of the equation. Too many variables are bad. And now, I'm doing my best to work your right arm and shoulder. And I have made some limited breakthroughs.
And right now as I rise atop of you, feeling our abs pressing, gouging each other, our ribs sliding, it's really Nippleville and Pinkbudtown that are stealing the show. With each twist and shift, they fence together, sending a ripple of mixed emotions through my spine. I swallow hard, my right hand now at your left shoulder, having pulled your wrist there. I don't need my grip on your pony tail anymore. I let it go and slide my hand up to your right elbow, cupping it with my palm, and wrapping the fingers around it. I give you a slight, bitchy grin, feeling your left wrist hitting on my right hand
And with a powerful heave you send us rolling again, and my left shoulder presses into the glass. The cold, freezing glass that sends a jolt down my body. End of the road! No more rolling, and you are atop of me. The only way for us, is to roll back where we came from, or just stay here. and now, I honestly couldn't care less. I arch my back, letting my booby perk a bit upwards, slightly higher than yours, letting my nipples slide up across your skin, I begin to excerpt power on you right elbow pushing it further ~down~ towards your left shoulder, to stretch your right shoulder muscle and hurt the joint. My right hand releasing your wrist and sliding up trying to grip your forearm, if I can or your right elbow if your left hand would let me venture that high, to exert some ~downward~ pressure on the back of your head, to slide your face between my naked boobs, and work you into a submission // smother combo.
Barbara: The war between Nippleville and Pinkbudtown is making it very VERY hard for me to focus on things I should be more worried about... like the way you are twisting my arm behind my head. The s tingling sensations I get each time our nipples go for another round of fencing, making my nipples harden to diamonds in the process, is turning me on so much that it makes the pain on my tits, body and now especially on my arm and shoulder feel a lot more intense. I roll on top of you and we reach the end of the road. My right side presses against the cold glass and I can feel it trembling with the heavy rain falling on it. A loud thunder roars not too far from here, making the glass vibrate against your bodies even more.
You push your tits a bit over mine and I am almost thankful not to feel your nipples against mine any more. I am sweating heavier than ever before and I am sweating down on you now. My chin against your chest, the droplets of sweat running down my face to add more wetness to your skin. You have my arm in a pretty dangerous position and it only gets worse as you release my hair and bring your left hand back into the equation. I groan in pain as it feels like you are trying to separate my arm from my shoulder and my shoulder from my body. I try to catch your right hand with my left but you move too fast and I have my face on your chest unable to see where or how you are moving.
The sweat in our bodies helps you to slide up...and makes me slide down and my face ends on your boobies again. My right arm is now completely useless, being the main target of your attacks, and helping you to pin my face into your delicious sweaty tits. I start to panic, having trouble breathing and not knowing how to get out of this impressive submission move. My left hand tries to pull your hands of my arm... then goes to your chin, trying to push it up, trying to bend your neck... then goes to your hair, trying to pull it back, trying to make your head and body go low.
I struggle with my legs against yours, trying to push my body up, wanting my face out of your tits so at least I can breathe... my arm hurting so much...feeling so numb... but I just don't want to tap out.
Emily: "Oh come ~~ on ~~ Barbie !! It's ~~ nothing ~~ personal." I coo the words through clenched teeth displayed beneath a very toxic smile, that goes wasted, since you can't see it with a face full of my gloriously sweaty boobies filling your field of vision. But of course, I'm full of lies. It ~is~ personal, and so very muchly so. And now, I'm determined to double humiliate you after you just so easily whipped me in the 2nd round. Working your right arm and shoulder, I push down on your elbow with my left, while my right tugs on your forearm. But cool, you don't wanna submit?? There's a little extra smother for you to make you go out in a very happy way
You let go of my right wrist and start to push at my chin. I groan and slide my right hand up your forearm. You tug my hair ~ "AIiiie!! BITCH!!" I yelp ,, but my fingers crawl up higher, and find your elbow, joining all 10 fingers now, interlacing them against your elbow, the destination I wanted so badly from the beginning. My head turned to my left, and your hand tugs wildly on my hair, craning my neck and I wince in pain, but with both hands on your elbow I pull, pull, pull in quick waves of complete destruction, each one sending a ripple down your upper arm and to your shoulder joint, meanwhile, your tensed bicep smacks the back of your head letting my boobies give you a sweaty makeover
"I'm not letting go!! So you better tap, bitch!" I cringe out the words, my own tears rolling, my hair pulled wildly. But I'll take it, Just to feel that left hand tap on my side anytime now
Barbara: I struggle against you with all I got. I got the top position but that doesn't seems to be helping me much or at all. You have my arm and you are twisting it in brutal manner. My face is buried in the divine sweaty valley between your tits and I can barely breath. I try to push with me legs, furious, desperate to get out of this but your legs have mine under control... all I have is my left arm... that can barely help my right arm right now and it wanders aimlessly from your hair to your chin to your right shoulder. The realization that I am not getting out of this takes time to sink in my pride won't let it... and your taunting words make me want to fight you more. Of course it IS personal, you fucking bitch... I wish I could say but my mouth is wide open, lips pressed on your chest, trying to breathe from it.
I feel your right hand sliding up my arm, making the pain increase with each inch it gains...until both your hands are on my elbow and that is when the real agony begins. You pull pull PULL....and I scream scream SCREAM! It does feels like you are trying to rip my arms or break it. Tears fill my eyes and they are cleaned away by your tits, my head smacked in the back and into your tits makes it feel as if you were slapping my with your orbs. You are not letting go and I should better tap out.... I REALLY didn't needed you to tell me that.... and that is what I do. My left hand letting go your hair and raising up just a bit as I start to tap on your shoulder, desperate to get out of this one.... hoping you are not so sick as to keep me on it after the submission.
~~ Intermission ~~
Emily: It's just a delicious feeling to have those fingers tapping hard on my shoulder. I gasp in relied, leaning back with my head, pressing the back of my head down to the carpet. My tongue sticking out cheekily, and pushing its tip to the right corner of my lips. I love it!! I actually keep the tugging few more seconds longer than I should have, loving how you pick up the pace in a fevered foray of slaps to my shoulder until it starts to sting then I let go of your elbow, and I relax my legs on you, pulling my hands back and feeling you still swinging at me, but I grab your flailing wrist, while my left hand cups your chin and I buck, rolling us over to the right and getting atop of you.
I see the pain in your eyes, and I hold your left arm up, breathing hard, my fingers around your chin, and poor you!! Your makeup a mess, your eyes hurting. And I almost feel a little bit of pity towards you. Almost. But I just chuckle and push off you rolling away stopping on my butt when I can feel the blue mat beneath me again. I pull my legs back, rolling my soles against the blue rubber, looking at you, twisting my feet and putting the tensed and sore muscles to ease.
I smile, then I get up, this time, my legs are really struggling, and there is a little bit of a hop in my movement. Just the one that you get after going to the gym on a leg day the first time in months. I vanish into the kitchen, and hear some crackling inside. I come back, a minute later, but instead of water, I'm holding a tray of ice cubes. I need ice with all this head. Holding it from both ends, I twist it right and left, loud ~cracks~ coming from the ice as it begins to loosen. My cocky smile back, I walk slowly towards you, licking my lips, as I bend over slowly, letting my boobs drop a bit, and with an ice cube swirling in my mouth, whipped around with my playful tongue, I say in a bit of a muffled, joyous voice ~ "Ishe Qube??"
Barbara: I tap out on your shoulder furiously... you continue pulling my arm... I tap faster and faster... you continue pulling... my hand becomes a tapping blur on your shoulder and I shriek in agony, crying and moaning with my face and lips pressed against your tits... My arm hurts so much that I continue tapping on your shoulder for a couple of seconds before I realize you have let it go. You roll me on my back easily as I try to untwist my arm and return it to a more natural position. My makeup a mess on my face, tears having filled my eyes and you hold my chin up forcing me to look at you as you gloat over me.
I am forced to look into your eyes through the tears in mine for a couple of seconds and then you roll off me and I can roll on my left side, bringing my left hand to my right arm to hold it against my body. I try to rub it slowly but it only hurts more. My arm feeling as if it wasn't part of my body any more, so numb, pulsing with pain, so weak and so useless...feeling like nothing but deadweight. I am laying in the same position, face turned towards the window, watching not the city now, but my reflection on it and the tears in my face. I clean it up with my left hand and then roll on my back having heard your feet on the mats as you approach me.
I look up at you and hear you cracking the ice cubes free of the tray. You come to me and lean over, putting an ice cube on your lips... and I marvel at how sexy you look...even after you nearly ripped my arm off!. Right now I hate you more than I thought I could hate anyone... but I do need ice for my arm....and for my whole body.... so I just look up at you and nod.
Emily: I gloat with my smile. Just a smile, standing over you, while you are lay on your side, then back. My pony tail caressing my shoulder, dangling towards your face, the golden soft ends rubbing your forehead. You seem pretty out of it, then you nod, and I walk around you slowly, still rocking that ice cube between my lips, and I slide myself down, sitting on your lap, straddling you. I look down at you, tauntingly, and I rest the tray so carefully on your tummy, feeling you shudder, your abs contracting to the feel of the icy cold plastic surface ~ "Careful now, we don't wanna spill." I say, leaning forwards over your face, with a sexy smile
My left hand coming up to cup your chin, and I slowly pull it down, opening your mouth, and I lower my mouth, pressing my lips on yours in a soft kiss!! My tongue slowly, sliding the ice cube from my mouth and into yours, gently. Before pulling back, sitting on your hip again, and looking down at you. I know you will need time to recover that arm, and I'm feeling a bit generous now, so why the hell not. I reach to the tray, pulling another cube, and I toss it into my mouth, sucking on it, and feeling it melt against my warm gums and cheeks.
I then pick the tray, and slide it off you to the mat, taking two of the cubes, I move them to Nippleville One and Two, and carefully holding them between my index fingers and thumbs, I softly press the cubes down and begin to give Nippleville its first icy winter in a long, long time no doubt with soft small, circular motions
Barbara: I can't keep my eyes off your gorgeous lips and the ice cube you are holding in them so seductively. The way you talk with it in your mouth and lean over me is making me wet....even if right now I would like nothing more than put my hands around your throat and choke you. I watch as you walk over me, fearing what you will do to have you sit on my lap and then put the tray of ice cubes on my burning and sweat soaked abs. “aaaahhhh....” My abs tense with the coldness and I shudder almost throwing the tray down. You then lean into me, and I feel the tips of your golden hair tickling my shoulder in a very teasing way. You move your face on top of mine and I stare at those ice holding lips... gasping when you cup my chin and then you kiss me!
And I feel like melting under you... just like the ice starts to melt in my mouth. I close my eyes, expecting a long kiss and maybe an opportunity to return the ice into your mouth... but you break the kiss and sit back, leaving me sucking at the ice and missing your lips. I look at you, the hurricane of mixed emotions inside me making me dizzy. I hate you and I want you so much. You look so beautiful sucking and playing with the ice in your mouth... I wish you would share that cube too.
Then you take the tray of my belly...and I would love if you would put it under my shoulder... take two cubes more and move them to my nipples. I shudder again, moaning aloud, arching my back with the sensation. My left hand comes up to grab your left wrist to stop you.... but after a few seconds I stop struggling with you and my hand simple accompanies your wrist as you play with the ice on my nipples. Nippleville One and Two grow more than I imagined they could and harden like diamonds, pointing up into the ceiling as you tease them with the ice, my body shivering uncontrollably, the sensation almost making me forget how much my arm hurts.
Emily: I gaze down at you, seductively, watching you squirming to my touches. Rubbing the cubes over your stiff nipples. Rocking the rapidly melting one inside my mouth, sucking on the chilled water it's seeping. My eyebrows go up in a little ~Oh really~ gestures when you grab my wrist, but then you let go and I keep swirling the around, watching your nipples truly shock me with their stiffness and growth. I pause and leave them there, a bit to the inside of your cleavage, balancing them perfectly against the roughness of the valleys around Nippleville, and I slide my body down along your thighs, my hands going down to your hips I lightly slap your hips with my fingertips, then I softly curl my fingers inside your shorts, giving them a little tug, demanding that you lift your butt off the mat, for me to take my prize.
Barbara: I feel like I am losing my mind with what you are doing to my nipples. The way my body feels, hurting, frozen, burning and aroused is something I have never experienced before. I close my eyes and relax, letting you do as you please not sure any more if I can fight back anymore. You leave to ice cubes to melt between my tits and I feel you going down, grabbing my shorts and pulling them down and for a second I think you are about to go down on me... but then you tug them again I a more demanding way and I realize what you want is your prize. I can't object... you earned it, so I lift my butt for you and let you take my shorts as trophy.
The blush returns to my face as I feel the shorts being peeled off my ass, hips and legs, down to my knees and beyond. I know that now my pussy, perfectly shaved save for a small patch of well-trimmed pubes crowning my slit, is fully exposed to you and that you can surely notice how swollen my mound is and how glistening pink my lips are.
Emily: I smile at you, getting so obedient and passive. You lift your hips up. And I just smile more ~ a deal is a deal, Barbie. And I sway my hips right,, wiggling down your body on my knees, dragging your shorts down, and revealing your naked, neatly shaved kitty. With the little dark tiara topping it. A little bit of a dirty, arrogant smile comes to my face, and I leave your shorts around your ankles. I know we have one round left, if you even as much as dare take it. And I will certainly need a little bit of authority doing it
I bend over, hands softly moving to your hips, then inwards, my boobies brushing your inner thighs, and I see the confusion in your eyes. I don't break eye contact. Ever. Even with my palm caressing your upper thighs, my fingers spreading, and my thumbs pressing in your petals. And with a gentle tug, I pull them softly apart, almost laughing seeing how drenched you are. I keep looking into your eyes with that upward, cocky gaze, and I open my mouth, and on the tip of my tongue, you see the ice cube, melted to a much smaller size, no more a cube, and more a spherical shape
Bringing my face closer to your kitty, I slide my tongue out and press the cute against your parted petals, and start to slowly, but very firmly use my tongue push it inside, feeling some resistance only makes my tongue push harder, harder under with a little ~ploppy~ suction sound, the cube slips inside you, and the tip of my tongue lashes across your labia. And I smile, sliding back, staring into your eyes, watching the shock, arousal, and discomfort that I just caused sliding that frozen speck inside you. I get up to my feet, and slowly step back, my smile wide on my confident lips I say ~ "So, are we even going to bother with round 3, or are you just going to roll over and admit you are not fit for more than being my bitch?
Barbara: I lift my ass so you can take your trophy and you pull down my shorts, leaving them around my ankles only to humiliate me and it works. Having my sweat soaked shorts on my ankles makes me feel like a slut in a way being completely nude wouldn't achieve. I see the dirty smile on your gorgeous lips while you look at my glistening sex and I blush. There is something about having you watch me naked that confuses me so much. For all the disdain with which you are treating me I can notice certain fondness on your eyes.... or is it mere lust. And I in turn feel so embarrassed and so aroused. I try to look away, into the window at the storm outside and the lightning illuminating the sky.... but I end up looking at your reflection in the window... and almost without wanting it my head turns and I stare into your eyes again.
You lean over me and I look at you confused. You have my shorts...what else you want? A purr escapes my lips as your smooth breasts caress my inner thighs and then your fingers go for my sex and I shudder. I claw at the mats with both hands, making my right arm hurt. I bite my lower lip, my body tensing, not understanding what you are planning to do. You look so in control yet you are approaching my sex and spreading it as if you were going to eat it... and then you open your mouth and I see the shiny diamond-like ice and I gasp. “EMILY!”
But there is nothing to stop you. I bite my lower lip hard now and prepare myself for what is coming. “”HHGGGGGGGG!” I groan at first, biting more on my lips not wanting to give you the satisfaction of hearing me moan. The tiny ice feels like it burns against my sex. Ice cold against burning hot skin. I close my eyes, my sweaty face twisted from the contradicting sensations. Your tongue in my sex feels so good but the ice.... it hurts and I love it.... it is cold but it is burning me.... My pussy tries to keep it out but your tongue is determined to push it in and after a brief battle your tongue wins and I howl. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Your tongue then laps my sex once time that seems to close with the ball of ice inside. It is tiny, oh so tiny and yet it feels so big deep inside the most sensitive part of my body. Big and so cold. It takes it but a few seconds to melt but for me it feels like hours of pleasure and agony. I thrash a bit, pounce on the mats and carpet with one fist and arch my body. And after swallowing and sucking on it my pussy slowly opens a bit once it is melted and leaks a thin thread of cold water from its deepest folds.
I bring my hands to my face to cover it, so I don't put them under my pussy and start touching myself, I try to calm myself. My heart is racing in my chest and I am breathing heavily, having a hard time believing what you just did to me... and how it has made me feel. I am so turned on, so hurt, so uncomfortable and so furious. I am not sure any more how I feel about you... but when I hear you calling me out for the third round I know it doesn't matters... or maybe it does... but it doesn't changes things... I am not going to give up... no matter how my pussy feels.
I am not sure if I can stand up.... but that doesn't matters. It takes me a few seconds to calm my waving chest enough to talk. I remove my hands from my face and look at you trying to look determined and trying to hide my lust. “Go to your corner.....” I say... and then roll on my left side to get on my fours... or more precisely on my threes, since my right arm is pressed against my side and right boob, too hurt to help me stand up.... And standing up is what I try to do, ignoring the maddening sensation of coldness between my legs and burning fire everywhere else.
Emily: A demented smirk glances over my face, excited staring at you, and the way you react. I know your arm is hurting, so is your shoulder. And my inexplicable sense of fairness, that I have hardly felt in any of my previous matches and challenges before, just guilts me into giving you as much time as you need. Why though? Am I trying to prolong your torture, or do I actually,, respect you??? I try to banish the thought from my mind immediately, although my really sore and sensitive nipples, standing in affirmation in the very hot and moist air surrounding us tells me otherwise. You did beat me in that round, in a way I could not even see, or do much about. And yes, that makes me respect you at some level.
Despite all your snotty attitude, the shit-color of your hair, and the bratty attitude you bring every time you are around me. Fuck me, I actually do respect that bitch. But is that why I did the ultimate disrespect play there, while giving her what she needed most, time??? Is that why I used my the ice to torture you, to tease you when you were helpless, to sneak in a kiss that I soon realized that you wanted more than me, only to break it before you wished just for that very fact? Maybe that's also why I used my tongue to shove a speck of ice into the overheated crucible between your thighs
I almost chuckle seeing the soft stream of water slipping between your folds and dripping down. Almost like a little bitch wetting her sheets at night. And I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to throw in a ~bed wetter~ joke at you, when I hear your voice, barking at me to go to my corner. I bring my hands up, palms straight ~ "Okay !! I'm just walking back ~~ Take your time tiger." And I slowly slip backwards towards the corner edged by the now broken sectional couch. My body glistening by sweat, but now, the dominant emotion taking over my body is pure ecstasy and excitement. All I need is one round. A pin, or another submission against a naked, turned-on, and significantly crippled Barbie doll ,, and this is mine
I crouch down, my hands going to my hips, my eyes narrowed, a serious expression on my face, remembering the arrogance that I showed that cost me last round. No, I won't let it happen again. Lightning won't strike twice.. I will demolish this bitch. I'm a shark, and she's just a flapping bleeding Tuna fish in the water. I will devour, I will destroy, I will crush ~~ I will dominate ~~ "On your mark, Barbie." I say, my golden brows furrowing, staring at you, waiting for you to as much as get to the edge of the mat ~
~~ Round Four ~~
Barbara: I stand up slowly. Never in my life have I found it so difficult to stand up. My legs are still trembling and I know it is not because of my leg muscles... it is that pulsing sensation emanating from my sex and spreading all over my hips, thighs and abs. I feel so weak and I know half the weakness come from the strain my body has been under... and half from the arousal I am feeling. I don't know how I feel about you any more. I know you are my rival, my enemy and I want to defeat you.... and at the same time.... I want to kiss you... to make out with you... and more. I try to push those thoughts back and off my mind. I try to remind myself why we are fighting. Respect and power. If I lose things will never be the same between us. You are going to make sure everybody knows.... That you beat me... that I submitted... that you fucked me..... That you are the alpha between us.
I rub my right arm with my left hand, trying to make the numbness and pain go away and then I try to roll the shoulder but that quickly brings a pained expression to my lips that I have a hard time hiding. I am hurt, I am tired, I am still dazed... and I am immensely turned on.... but I still have to fight. I step on the mats again and raise my arms, the right one noticeably lower than the left one, as I resume my wrestling stance. My body soaked in sweat feels like burning... and there is still that horribly teasing coldness in my pussy. “I am ready, Emily...” I say as I step forward, not too much, I don't want to engage you yet... but I don't want to have my back against the cold window behind me. I try to move to your left side, trying to circle with you and buy me some time. My breasts swaying left and right as I move, the nipples hard like ice and upturned.
Emily: ~I lick my lips deliciously. Watching you rise. Butt naked, and dripping with sweat, tears, and molten ice from your cleavage, nipples, and even those swollen petals of yours. I bite my bottom lips mischievously. I just breathe harder, watching you come closer, and closer, until you move to the mats, and I feel a shrill shudder of amusement traverse my body. You ~are~ glorious, both visually, and even emotionally. I made that little inner bet with myself. That you would falter and collapse before reaching the mats. That you would fall, with that gorgeous dark and stormy skyline behind you, like a condemned skyscraper, falling to your knees, but you've proved me wrong
And when you move further in, your arms up, I shake my head slowly, looking at how pathetically raised your right arm up, your palm barely level with your belly button, while your left hangs significantly higher than it, at your chest, drawing a lot of my attention to Nippleville and the effect of the hard battle on them. I coo seductively back at you ~ "Nuh-huh ,, I don't think you are ready ,, Barbie." Openly and repeatedly teasing you with that humiliating nickname, I move slowly forwards, and we start circling each other, shifting to the right. I look at you, a mocking smile on my lips but I suddenly stop and move to my left, towards your motion, and your weekend right arm.
Towards that gap in your defense, and I toss my left arm up and around your head, and curling it, trying to get you in a side-headlock, thrusting my still covered hip hard into your crotch, to give you that lateral~shock feeling and held bend you over to your hip.
Barbara: My face is dead serious looking at you with determination and a bit of fury... and when I look at your lovely face what I see? That you are having fun and are not even bothering to hide how aroused you are. The way you bite your sexy lips so mischievously makes me shudder. You want me, I know it. You want me and you are thinking about taking me! And that thought is burning my brains. I now not only have to struggle with you and the damage you have done to my body but also with the arousal I feel and that make me want to be...taken. You call me Barbie again and tell me I am not ready. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I yell face turning red from fury.
You move with me circling... and then change pace and move to attack. I can’t raise my arm to defend myself and your left arm comes up and around my head, trapping it and bringing it down. Your hip smacks against my crotch and I double over into the side headlock. My left arm wrapping around your waist, while my right hand grabs your left arm more than pull hangs from it. I lower my hips and bend my knees, trying to get heavy so you don’t drag me around at your leisure. Shaking my head feeling the side of your left breasts starting to press against my head and face. “Ughhhhh let me go...”
Emily: I move in quickly, and Whoooplaaa~~~ I've got you!! My arm tenses around your neck, my right hand flying up to grab my left wrist, and I twist my shoulder, putting into it with a crushing, wrenching motion, a wicked sinister grin on my face, twisting us around. Your grunts sounds so delicious, and perhaps more so because your face is pressed tightly against the side of my left boob. I lick my lips seductively, pushing my hip, then butt against your crotch, twisting more, trying to spin us, but you are always, always impressive. Your legs spread, and you plan your feet, lowering your center of gravity, and I grunt, feeling you resisting hard, your right arm around my waist, while your left holds on to my left arm to loosen it
"Why ~~ don't ~~~ you ~~ just ~~ STOP ~~ FIGHTING!!" I screech in anger, shaking right and left, both locked in this struggle, but gravity always wins, and I know I can't keep spinning you any longer, and if I don't act up fast, perhaps I wouldn't even be able to hold to the headlock much more, so I slide my hips forwards, than with a quick thrust back, I slam my butt hard into the front of your hips hard, bending my body over, keeping my legs straight, and trying to lift you off your feet, using my headlock to throw you down to the floor over my body and crash atop of you, in a headlock takedown!
Barbara: You bend my body and lock the headlock, grabbing your left wrist with your right hand and I am in trouble. Your hips are pushed to my crotch and then your ass...and it feels so good to have your arm cheeks against my cold pussy.... almost as good as it feels to have my face pressed against the soft smooth skin of your left boob. The sensation is numbing my mind, make it real hard to think how to escape from this.... even more so when I start catching the scent of your sweaty tits again... a scent I know very well after being between them twice today.
You shake left and right and I resist your move, pushing my ass down and using gravity to help me. The shake still hurts my neck and makes my breasts, not hanging down from my chest, to slap against each other, but at least I have stopped you...now if my right arm could be useful for something and start breaking the headlock. You don't give me time to think of other options, slamming your butt hard on me and twisting my head, hurting my neck and making my feet leave the mats. I go down and you come down with me and for a third time today you land on top of me. “OUGGGGGGH!”
Emily: We spin suddenly, and powerfully. And I rely almost completely on my lower body strength at first ,, one that I have in excesses to lift your hip in a picture~perfect judo throw. But instead of a Judogi, and thanks to your complete nakedness ,, the point of tugging is your neck ,, which I'd like to think that you're pretty attached to. You fly over and ~SPLATTT~ come crashing down to the mats. But due to the lowered positions of the twist, and your feet smacking the mat first, the fall is not really a stunner. But my body crashing over you, my left arm still in place, holding your neck, my upper body weight pressing down on those boobies of yours, feeling Nippleville trying to burrow into my ribs , and assimilate itself into my body.
I give the neck another wrench, staring down at you my left boob, ironically, and for the first time over your mouth, covering your face, which is a bit of a shame, because I wanted to look into your eyes, so I wiggle down a bit, sliding your neck closer to my armpit, so I can see your face now , and I say sarcastically ~ "What did I just tell you?? Oh ,, you're not ready yet." My left arm not really needing much support now, my right slowly slides down, over my body, to those amazing abs of yours, caressing down, my fingers spreading over your flapping, thrusting hip and I slip my fingers over your folds, curling them, cupping your sex dominantly, before pulling my hand up and giving it a soft, playful ~SLAPPPPP~
Barbara: Once again the landing is not as bad as you landing on top of me. This time crushing my tits with your side is the worse part of it all, and I can feel your weight, mushrooming my breasts and making them change shape to fit your figure. My neck is hurting pretty bad too. And now you are on top of me with my right arm trapped under you and pretty much out of the fight, which is not much different than how it was before. Your left tit slapping my mouth, I can feel the nipple slashing my lips to add to my embarrassment. You pull my neck making me grunt in pain and removing your tit from my face so I can now see your face and hear your taunts.
You hold me there, flattening my tits, forcing me to look up at you, pinning me down with ease, and not satisfied with that you start to toy with me. As soon as I feel your right hand on my abs I know where it is going to end. I try to close my legs as you move your hand down, caressing me so sexily and making me shudder under you... a moan escaping my lips to add to my embarrassment. And when your hand reaches my pussy, my legs aren't so closed any moan. You cup my sex and I moan aloud, my face showing the distress, lust and embarrassment I feel... and then I scream aloud “AAAAAAAAH!” The slap is not too hard but still makes me scream...when your hand smacks my pussy it sounds....wet... and the wetness is still cold.
I look at you furious, you are simply toying with me and that is not something I can allow. I move my right hand up and try to grab your hair to pull it back, trying to make your head lean back... my legs then come to life as I kick them up , trying to get the right one to hook around your head to start pulling your head back and down. My left leg coming up too, waiting for the right moment to join my right and scissor your head.
Emily: The wicked smile keeps dancing on my lips. I love being in control. It's what I was born to do, to be a huntress. And what's the most precious and elusive of prey, if not for another huntress? And now, having rendered you to your primeval state, completely naked, wearing only your sweat, tears, makeup, and shame. I just continue to wrench you ,, slapping your sex. Laughing. It's such a fucking hoot. You are moaning louder, and sobbing. Can anyone be anymore embarrassed ?? But while I'm lost in my chain of dominant ,, premature victory thoughts, I feel you arching up, your hips rising, and in the same moment your right hand, with whatever lift left in it, tugging on my hair down and back
Your right thigh hooking around my head, it's back against my throat and ~ "Ugghhh!!" You thrust me hard and off you, and not only do you throw me back and off you, loosening my left arm off your neck, but you twist your body, sliding me to land in that near perfect scissor between your thighs, while you roll to your left side. And I say near perfect, because of my right arm and shoulder wedged up between your thighs ~ "Ghhhhhg!!!" i groan twisting my hips, trying to roll to my left side, so that my front is facing yours, and get the pressure of your thighs on the side of my neck, and not your throat, my right arm pushing up and sideways, resisting the pressure from your left thigh ~ "BiiiiitchhH!!!"
Barbara: My right arm doesn't has much power left in it, but still can add its weight to your head and pull your hair. That is enough to put your pretty pretty head in position and my strong right leg gets there to do the rest of the job. The power of my abs and my flexibility help me greatly to pull this desperate escape attempt and it works beautifully. Your head ends up trapped by my sweaty right leg and is pulled down...down down... ALL THE WAY! And you off me with it.... My left leg quickly joins its twin to seal the scissors once you are on the mats and then both straighten and stretch like two poles, ankles interlocking to get better leverage, my thighs bulging against your neck and head.
And just like that the huntress becomes the prey and the tormentor becomes the victim. I allow myself a mocking smile, I deserve it. I look down at you but can't find your face to show you my smile. My right hand still holding your hair pull it towards me.. and towards my ass. I sigh a bit disappointed when I notice your right arm and shoulder ruining my picture perfect scissors. Such a shame... but I don't let that dishearten me. It is time to punish you... I pull your hair and squeeze with my thighs, crushing your head as if I wanted to crack a nut...
I double my body a bit so I can move my left hand to your abs, caressing them teasingly just like you did with mine a second ago... and following the opposite route, instead of down I go up and reach your boobs. I pick the right one and grab if firmly, letting my fingers sink in and feeling your flesh ooze between them... my thumb goes straight against your nipple, pushing it with its tip and my round nails, splitting it in half and trying to push it inside your own orb. . “You are mine bitch!.... SO mine!”
Emily: "AACKKKK!!" The steel-like cords on your thigh muscles tense, pouring that immense pressure on me, making me feel lucky I only have the left side of my neck exposed to your long limb. The right side mostly padded with my right arm pressing on your legs. But the scissor is locked in, the ankles hooked around each other, and I'm too close to your upper thighs and butt to even consider turning to find a way to loosen the ankles. I can't see your face, but I bet it carries one huge vicious gloating smirk on it. But then your hands move down my body and I feel the fingers trailing up my toned abs, over the curve of my right boob, and I flinch ~ "No ~~ no ~~ nooOOAAAAHHHH!!"
My words are just choked in my throat with a sudden, wicked piercing pain, when you push the finger nail right in the center of my nipple, trying to split it in half and pushing the button inwards, driving it slowly back into my chest ~ "What the fuuuuuckkk ~~ AAHHHH!!" I cry in pain, squirming, my right arm trying to slap down, but with the way it's wrapped up inside your thighs, I can't bend it that way, so I send my left, wrapping it around your wrist, pulling, but your grip is too strong ~ "UnnghhH!! GAWWD!!" I cry in pain, feeling you just completely teasing me, and rapidly draining on my strength, while jamming that nail into my sensitive nipple
Tears start rolling down my cheeks, and dripping on the inside of your left thigh, sobbing, but I just grimace, the pain in my nipple rising with each second but I know I can't pull your hand off, and if I do, you still have the other. I need to react fast. so I push my left elbow into the rug, pivoting myself my right arm and shoulder rolling and pushing on the inside of your right thigh, I twist my hip and try to roll my left knee under me to lift myself up into a kneeling position, and flop you over, with your boobs smacking against the mat, so that I'm kneeled behind you, with your legs raised up in the air around my neck. Wondering if I have the strength and air in my lungs to do it still.
Barbara: I squeeze your right boob and enjoy their fullness. I push the nipple with my thumb and then let it go just to see it being pushed out hard like a rock! Then I do it all again, groping it, kneading it, sizing it, weighing it with my hand, pushing the nipple with my thumb and nail. Damn... I LOVE this bitch's tits... I just want to play with them for a couple of hours... but you are not so cooperative as I would like you to be. You grab my wrist and try to stop me... but the position favors me and you cannot hold my hand back.... and I just LOVE it even more... pushing your tit while you weakly try to stop me. I know now why you seem to enjoy so much tormenting me... I adore tormenting you.
I grab the right nipple between my fingers, pinching it and then pull it towards me, trying to stretch your tit to turn it into a cute cone. My legs crushing your head seem to have it under control... but despite your head being under control the rest of your body is not and you decide to show you athleticism. “No no.. stay down... bitch... stay DOWN!” I yell at you as you start to roll your body and slip your knees under you, but you don't seem to listening and roll me until my tits are flattened against the mats and my legs are going up.
I stretch my legs fully and re-lock my ankles, trying to close my thighs so there is no room between them and your head and neck. I close my eyes and groan, determined not to lose my scissors on your head... but you keep pushing up... fucking tough bitch. “Fucking go down!” I yell at you, pulling your blonde hair with my right hand still, I push the mats with my left arm and shake my body right and left, trying to make you lose balance and fall.
Emily: The way you just handle and abuse my right boob is driving me nuts. Both with pain ,, anger ,, irritation ,, but also a bit of arousal. I ~love~ getting my boobies fondled. And there is always something attractively repulsive when they are roughed up. And when it comes from a girl, there is something so much deeper about it, that makes it ultra personal. You seem to do it over and over like you have a secret agenda against my nipple and boob. Your laughter reaching my ears, and driving me outright furious. But lucky for me, they seem to also distract you. Just enough for my elbow to wedge down, my left thigh to curl, and my hips to rise off ~ "Uugghhh!!"
I feel like I'm fighting against so many odds. Your legs tensing around my neck and right shoulder. And I expect it, that one heave to send me down. But seems you are caught by as much surprise as any. Allowing me to twist even more, and push my left knee further down lifting up ~ "GgrhhhH!!" And you flop over, your sweaty naked boobs kissing the mat, pivoted on them and your shoulders, with your hips hovering up in the air, and your legs straightened out ~for the moment~ your left pressing against the side of my neck, while the right is wedged against my right armpit. But what matters the most is ,, you have stopped your fucked up ~fondling of my right boob and nipple
My teeth clenched, and I slide my body down, my butt almost touching my ankles to just prepare myself, your body stretched like a washboard, still struggling to hold on to me, lifting yourself up with your left arm and twisting, but while you do, my right arm reaches up, grasping your dark ponytail, my left hand reaching up to clutch your left thigh, and just like you gave my nipple a taste of your nails, I return the favor, five~folds, driving my sharp nails into the bulging thigh muscle of your left thigh and push forwards hard, tugging on your hair, to use my body to bend your body backwards and curl your legs behind you ~ "You said you did Ballet bitch, let's fucking check how BENDY you are!!"
Barbara: Just as fast as I turned things on you and got control of this fight and your body, I lose it. You prove how fucking tough and strong you are. I have worked out head to head with you in the gym so I should kind of expect it but now you are really showing me up. I hate to think that I respect you but I have to... and right now I may even be feeling a bit of admiration... none of that matters, since I hate you a lot more and I HATE even more that you have ruined my scissors hold and deny me access to your delicious tits. My own tits roll on the sweaty mats...and thankfully they are soaked in sweat, which allows them to slide on the blue canvas, still causing my nipples to feel a nasty carpet burn.
My body is being held up and my back is starting to arch painfully and now I begin to regret not having released the scissors earlier. “AGGHH BITCH!” You grab my sweaty pony tail and start pulling it back, lifting my head up and back while my chest is pushed against the mats. Your nails then dig into the muscle of my leg thigh and that makes me scream and ruins my scissors hold. I try to free my legs and get them off you, but now you are holding them in place over your shoulders and push, bending my body more and more.
I DID ballet... LOTS of it... but there is no way I can bend the way you want me... and I start to scream. “AAAAAAHGHHHHHH NGGGGGGGGGGGGGH NGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!” My hands clawing at the mats now as I try to crawl away from you...
Emily: My face is poking between your thighs, staring straight at your sweaty back, seeing how the muscles are tensed, your neck craned by a determined, desperate hair pull Your legs flop and thrash, your right almost escaping, but I release your hair briefly and now willingly slide my arm down, then up to catch it, while my left hand lets go of your left thigh, after leaving some harsh puncture marks on your skin and thigh, to let you know that using nails in wrestling is ~NOT COOL~ And I let my left hand now grasp your pony tail, pushing up further with my thighs. Exerting more strength, using those legs and gluteus toned by countless squats to bend your body over, slowly and yet ~verryyyyyy~ painfully.
My left arm curling, bicep flexed, I smile wickedly watching your neck bent, the vertebrae of your spine poking, with every muscle aligning the sides pushing up telling me how much spasm are going through them while I force them to clench so unnaturally. My feet now curling, and my toes bend, touching the blue mat and I push up more ~ "Not bendy enough Barbie!! You sure you danced?? You know I don't like liars!!"
I taunt you evilly, my shoulder pushing up on the fronts of your thighs to bend you over and over in this ground back-torture rack. My right hand free now, reaching down, I let it slap against your wet pussy in quick fast succession ~slap~slap~slap~slap~slap~ before pushing my ring and middle finger inside it, fingering you wildly ~ "You're going to cum, you're going to tap, and you're going to BEG ~~ All three and they better be ~loud~ or I'm not letting go of you bitch!! "
Barbara: If I hadn't the flexibility of all those years of ballerina training my spine would have snapped by now... or so it feels by the way my back is hurting. Hearing you question that is the last thing I needed to hear right now. You release my hair and face falls down, kissing the mats, crying on them, my nails nearly breaking against the blue canvas as I try to get hold of something, anything to pull myself free from this... but you continue pushing and continue bending me and now I am pretty sure my feet are above my head. Tears start to roll freely down my cheeks, ruining what little wasn't ruined yet of my makeup. My tits are completely flattened against the mats and I can feel my implants crushing my ribcage.
I don't even want to think how my body must look right now because it would probably be too scary.... and sexy? You start slapping my pussy and once again the slaps sound wet. Then two fingers go inside me and for a second I feel the coldness of the ice once again... and then I start to moan. I simply down understand what is happening with my body. It hurts more than I thought possible and yet... I am so aroused. You tell me you want me to beg, tap out and cum... and I close my eyes and cover my head with my arms....NO. I am not going to beg... I am not going to tap out.... and I am not going to cum.... I rather die than submit in three different ways at once to you.
Emily: Lightning flashes outside, casting a bright light on our bodies, the sweat making us shine in our wicked, devious tangle. My body kneeled behind you, my left hand groping your ponytail, pulling back on your head, to lift it off the floor, to prevent you from biting on your wrist and hold your cries ~ "SAY IT BITCH!" I cry so crudely. I am going to break you, I swear it. Body pushing up, more and more, lifting your body upwards and curling it further, a wicked delectable smile on my face, while my fingers plow in and out of you, hearing a wet slippery sound. "You're so wet it's disgusting!! Where you ever with someone before you little horny bitch?" I taunt you, determined to just continue my mental breakdown of your willpower
I curl my left arm more, and rest my elbow on your back, just below your left ribs and pivot it there, so that each hair pull not only helps me in bending you back, but also drills my elbow into your bones. If I'm going for destruction, I'll go all the way. And if you think you can hold back off me ~~ HA!!! Think again bitch!! My legs are almost straightened up, toes and knees pressed into the blue mat, sweat rolling and dripping down my toned and tensed abs, pushing further more and more on you, your body pivoted almost completely on your fake boobs ~ "Oh I feel it cummmminnngg Barbie... You can’t hold it back, not from me, not from Emily you little slut!! "
Barbara: I try to hide my face between my arms but you pull my hair hard, forcing my head up and my face into the open, hurting my neck even more so and making my spine reach its very limit. I bite my lower lip harder, almost drawing blood from it and continue resisting. I swear I can hear some bones creaking and cracking. And just when I think the pain couldn't get worse you put your elbow against my back and the pain gets worse. You are breaking me... you are decidedly breaking me and I fear you will leave me in a wheelchair.
My body is dripping sweat and trembling as you punish it and force it into a shape it was never meant to assume. It is more than I can handle... you are trying to destroy me... and in all that sea of agony and pain that seems to have taken over me very much like the storm outside has taken over the city... I feel the intense pleasure of your fingers in my pussy. I don't want to lose... I don't want to live in a world where you are better than me...where you have conquered me... and yet... There is nothing I can do!!!... You have me.. I am yours. You are going to make me beg... tap out.... and cum.....
So I decide to get the first two out of the way. I raise my left hand up high, waving it a bit to draw you attention, wanting to be sure you see my hand... and then start to tap out on the mats ~Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap~ … and while I still have breath, I start to beg too... “Stop, Emily.. stop... I submit... I submit.... mercy... mercy....” I say... feeling I am but a second from Cumming.
~~ A glimpse of the Victory Parade ~~
Emily: My eyes flare open, seeing the hand moving up, the fingers stretched, waving at me desperately, and I just smile wickedly, saying nothing, not letting you even know that I've noticed it, letting you wave and flail at me, before dropping your palm down to tap, tap, tap. And your voice comes with a croaky, screaming wail, yelling your submission, begging me for mercy. My head tilts back, laughing, in quite the delightful haze right now. But my right hand is much dryer than I demanded. My sweaty golden brows furrow. Two out of three of my demands fulfilled, and either of them is enough to tell me that I've won this match. This whole battle, 3~1. There is no denying, and anything past this point is an overkill. But I'm all about overkill ~~~
I lick my upper lip sadistically, pushing up more on your back, cranking up the pain. I know it makes no sense. To cause you more pain when I'm trying to make you cum, but it's just what I wanna do, and it's how I will do it. I tilt your spine a couple of more degrees. I want those abs of yours to feel stretched, like they are about to be torn up. I want you to feel broken, completely and thoroughly taken by a better girl, my left hand releasing your hair, sliding up the curve of your back ~ HAH!! Curve ,, I'm so funny ~~
And sliding my thumb down into the crack of your butt, I push it further into that puckered up rosebud and I slide it in slowly, while inserting a third finger, my index, into your sex ~~
"Mercy is something far , far away from us right now. See that tall tower out there, the one in the faaar distance ,, mercy is two miles past it, little Barbie."
Barbara: You laugh as I submit, there could be nothing worse. I am begging you and you are laughing. My hand turned into a blur slapping the blue mats and you KEEP laughing.... I feel like I am going to die... and you will still be laughing. I feel broken physically and mentally. I started this fight absolutely convinced I was going to beat you and humiliate you...but now it is me who is beaten and humiliated. All the toned muscles of my body are now completely useless, my toned abs stretched to the limits.... I don't know what will happen first... will my abs tear up or my spine break... The pain is immense.. and the only person who can make it stop is you... you are now in complete control of my body... of my life. “No more...Emily.. please... no more... I beg you!”
You let my hair go and my face is pressed against the mats, drooling and crying on the blue canvas. I feel your hand going up and shudder when the thumb starts to enter my rosebud... nothing is sacred for you... there is nothing from me you will not take... and that realization hits me hard. You are doing as you please with me and I can't stop you.... because you are better. I continue tapping the mats....weakly now as I have no strength or will left. I don't try to beg... it seems pointless at this moment. You tell me to look at a tower and I manage to focus my sight and see it.... and it looks SO far away...
Emily: I see your head lift up to my words, you're looking at the tower?? HA!! What a stupid fucking bitch!! I am almost laughing, cracking up loudly if not for my ultimate desire to get the triumvirate over you. I made you tap, I made you beg, and by God I will make you cum like a little slut!. My fingers sloshing in and out of you, my shoulders feeling a bit weary with the weight of your thighs, my left thumb pushing in and teasing your rosebud, I suddenly yelp ~ "fuck it!!" And I slide back letting your legs drop to the mats, watching you groan. I just take a moment to catch my breath, staring at you, my hands coming back, fingers soaked with your juices, and I wipe them on the blue mats first, then on my shorts, before slowly peeling them down
I keep looking at you from behind, rolling to my now naked butt and tossing the shorts to your back, letting them smack your flesh ~ "You think you're tough huh? You don't wanna cum, I will fucking make you break like a little slut." I slide my naked butt on the sweat soaked mat, and I slither my left leg under your left one, while my right one slides up over the back of your right one. Coming up from behind you, my hands touching your weak, lifeless hips and sliding them up, letting your wet petals kiss my own, and I purr seductively. My hands sliding up your torso, tracing over your ribs, your shoulders, and then down your arms, grabbing your wrist, I pull back, arching your weakened body again
I press my heels to the mats, pulling till your pathetic excuses for silicone baggies lift off the mat, Brown Nippleville barely caressing it and sliding off the rough surface. I begin thrusting my hips forwards, smacking my superior blonde sex into yours from behind , over and over and over and fucking over ~~ "Like it Barbie?? HUH?? Tell me BITCH! How much do you like this!!!"
Barbara: My head falls and I close my eyes, letting myself go... it is a terrifying and yet liberating sensation. I stop fighting and simply accept that my body is no longer under my control. That doesn't makes the pain end or makes me feel any better about this... but the acceptance... accepting I have been defeated and I am now at your mercy, accepting I was not strong enough and I will have to live with the consequences is somewhat relaxing. My body no longer resists you as I have no power or will to move it. My face is covered in tears like my body is covered in sweat. I feel how you violate my pussy and ass, and feel how the pain stops me from Cumming. You then let me go... but I have no hope this is the end of it.... you want me to cum and I know I am going to one way or another.
One of your legs goes under me and the other up... and I moan delighted when I feel your blonde pussy against my sex. You purr and I purr back almost as answering you. You grab my arms and pull them and my body is once again arched painfully... but not nearly as bad as before. The pain now and the teasing sensation of my nipples caressing the blue mats no longer block my orgasm but instead seem to be fueling. I start to moan, in pleasure this time, as you smack your pussy into my sex. Your superior blonde sex fucking my brunette pussy raw while you ask me how much I like it...and the horrible truth is that I am liking it... liking it a LOT.
“Oh EMILY EMILY...FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!” I don't know where the heck that came from... my mouth, I know... but how the hell did this bitch got me to say that.... It is not like I care much now... you are fucking me and making me love it. Pulling my wrists and lifting me, giving me the right doses of pain to make my pussy melt... I let out a loud HOWL that echoes through the entire penthouse, sounding even louder than the thunder outside and CUM.... my pussy flooding against yours... and then starting to spit...squirt into your blonde sex.
Emily: My fingers tighten around your wrist, pulling you back in this weird tribby~trippy~washboard flex. My buttocks squished against the blue mats tilting a little bit to my right, resting more of my weight on my right butt cheek, and thrusting forwards into you, controlling you with your stretched bent arms. I don't care how much your back hurts now, or your right shoulder. Quite honestly, I would be quite happy to fucking injure you enough to not show up to the gym for few months. Although, a huge part of me wishes to just see you there in a couple of days, after I myself recover from this match, just to see the look in defeat in your eyes
But right now, it's a different pose, and a different lock up. I'm fucking you. Both utterly naked, our kitties slapping and smacking. And there is no hiding how wet I am right now, pulling you in harder and harder, watching those tight buttocks of yours clench more and more, while our petals kiss each other repeatedly. I hear you cry out for me to fuck you harder, and I purse my lips harder "Hunnngghhh.. nnnngghhh... gghhhhhh...." My own moans escaping a bewildered throat, nostrils flaring to fill up my burning lungs with air when you finally shudder and cry out, with a blinding flash of lightning filling our eyes and my head jolts back ~ feeling you floodgates open, and the waves of your passion come crashing on my shores
My head archs back, not stopping, I keep hammering harder and harder into you, my own brows furrowing ~ "mmmmnnnnnnnn~~ oh gawd ~ oh gawd ~~ oh gaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwdddd!!!" And my body spasms hard, in my own orgasmic explosion that has been building up for hours. Fingers twitching, losing their grip on yours, and sliding back, only to feel ~your~ fingers grabbing me, holding us linked like this. And I curl them to lock our fingers, groaning and shuddering, "Uuugghh uuhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" slowly collapsing to my back. My arms twitching, thighs tight around your butt and front, my hands moving slowly, shaking to cover my face ~ "Oh my gawd ~~ Oh my gawdddddd"
Barbara: You hammer your pussy so hard on mine. You are rocking my body from head to toes. My ass cheeks jiggling with each impact of your sex while my tits bounce out of control. I am cumming into your sex and I just can stop. My eyes open wide but I see nothing but bright lights. My body tenses and then relaxes, then tenses again, the orgasm so intense and the pussy smacking not stopping that makes me have a series of tiny micro orgasms one after another... your pussy cutting one orgasm short to the provoke another with the next slam. My honeypot empties itself against your pussy, squirting harder than I have ever before while I scream your name. “EMILY!”
You let go my hands... and I grab yours, not wanting to be let go. You stop fucking me and collapse down... and I collapse too. Laying on the blue mats made a mess. I look into the window and watch the rain outside.... I don't know what will happen now... I am so confused by how this fight has made me feel. My body is wrecked... punished with pain far beyond the limit... and then forced to cum so intensely. I hold your hands... holding you almost like a lover.... holding you like you are the only anchor to keep me in this world and not passing out.
Emily: I lay down on my back, breathing hard ~~ or hardly breathing in fact. Cold jitters taking over my entire body, spasming and shaking, Staring at the overhead lights. The living room too dark now. We started this madness near the afternoon, and I don't even know how late it is now. The weather outside making it impossible to guess, with the dark skies and flashing lightning. I just breathe hard, feeling our fingers squeezing my wrists. And I smile softly, gyrating my hips slowly, rubbing and grinding into yours. My fingers stretched, I softly drag them along your wrists, caressing your skin softly ~ ""Mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
A long minute ,, or two ,, or ten pass ~~ And then I slowly start to shift, sitting up, moaning, my entire body shaking with excitement, my energy seeping back to me, and I glance at you, seeing you lying flat down, still holding to my wrists, and I slowly twist my hips, curling them and rotating them to my right, using our interlocked hips to turn you over. Pushing softly, turning you more and more ~~ "Mmmmm come on... let me see that face...." I tease softly, but for the first time, there is no maliciousness in my voice ~~ or maybe there is ?? ~
Barbara: I am close to falling asleep a couple of times but the thunders outside keep me awake... and I continue holding your hands, caressing them with my fingers. I purr when you start to move, rubbing and grinding yourself on me, sex to sex. I am in shock... not sure what to think... and quite honestly having a hard time thinking. All I can do is feel. Feel your soft caresses. Feel your sex. Feel the agony in my body slowly passing to be replaced with pure soreness and an empty sensation of defeat... mixed with a strange satisfaction. You start to move and I move with you, rolling on my back. I now stare into the ceiling, not many lights turned on so the room looks pretty dark.
You speak and this time your voice sounds sweat... without malice or mockery... so it takes me a bit of effort to believe it is really you talking... but there is nobody else here. I let go your hands and put my elbows under me to lift my upper body a bit. My legs still locked with yours as my chest raises. My breasts spreading over my ribcage as I look at you. My face a mess, make up ran wild over it, soaked with tears and sweat, looking at you shyly.... a bit intimidated.... a bit enthralled.
Emily: I smile looking at you, seeing the way your eyelids move, so heavily, looking at me, confused, aroused, pissed off. Just like I woke you up from a sweet dream. And for all measures I have. I gave you a very rude wake up call to remind you that you are ~not~ who you thought you are. You're not the toughest,, nor sexiest bitch around anymore. I'm your alpha, and you're the beta. I see you starting to sit up, but I reach up with my left hand, grabbing your ponytail by the stem and I pull hard, tilting your head a bit, so your head can't rises as high as mine, our boobs touching softly, both half sit up in this ~trib~ I look down at your head and I say in a soft, sweet voice ~ "Not too fast Barbie. Not too fast. "
"Now, I want you to tell me in as many words as you can, what am I, and what are you."
Barbara: I start to sit up, my eyes lost in your eyes, looking at you with this mix of fear, hate and adoration. I tremble a bit, seeing you so welcoming and friendly that I don't know how to react... but then you grab my hair and stop me, pulling my head down, below yours as we go tits to tits. I look at you like asking 'why?' and you very quickly give me the answer demanding so much with such a sweet tone. My brain starts to work again, slowly , but working... thinking about your question. What are you? What am I? I blink and think for a couple of seconds and then I start talking. It is going to be better if I just spill it out and tell it as it comes into my head.
“You... you are.. the stronger woman...” feeling tears starting to form in my eyes again, putting my thoughts into words and making myself aware of what has been shown to me hurts my pride... and what is left of my confidence. “You.. you are the better woman... the toughest.... you are more powerful than me... and... you are sexier than me.... you.. you are the alpha.... and.... and I am the beta... the weaker woman... the inferior one... the one that was defeated... ..” I barely contain the tears as I say that and then look at you pleading. “you are the best....”
Emily: A sly smirk dances on my lips, feeling your body against mine, entwined perfectly, like two lovers. But we're not. Lovers are equals, and you are for sure, not my equal. Besides, lovers usually sit on silky sheets, not on blue mats. Their sweaty bodies is there to reflect soft hickies and love bites, not ugly bruises and rug burns. But still, this feels so much better than the last ten times I had ~actual~ sex combined. And to top it all, I did cum anyways, and it felt amazing. But nothing feels better than seeing your sleepy brown eyes flutter, staring at me, feeling you twitch with each time our nipples slice against each other. Yours still carrying the coolness those ice cubes left on them. Feeling so hard they could break glass
The words though, drive the sensation to an ecstasy. My right hand sliding up to your left shoulder, gripping it, and I softly whisper ~ "Not bad, but can get better. We'll practice it a bit more." And I see your eyes widen in shock that I don't think this is over. But I quickly push you hard to your back with both hands, and pulling my legs from under you, I push up to my feet. Staring down at you, I bend over, grabbing your ponytail, not with one hand, but two. I slowly pull you up, to all fours, but before you get up higher, I bring my right hand and push it on your back "Tsk tsk tsk ~~~ You don't get to walk. I walk, you, crawl. Come, bitch." And I turn slowly walking on the mats, around the couch and towards the long hallway I emerged from earlier.
Barbie and I agreed that whatever took place from this point on wards (( which was significant )) shall remain private between us. We may consider release it to eligible and convincing petitions, that we deem worthy. But in the probable case that your petition is not accepted, just enjoy what was shared so far!!!