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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Sexfight of the rap girlfriends

« Last post by sexfightappreciator on Today at 12:31:19 AM »

Chloe and Sarah slowly walked up to X-Ray, each one grabbing the double dildo with one hand. Chloe, eyes glowing with lust and defiance, leaned forward and planted a kiss on the silicone cock, one eye cocked at X-Ray to remind him of the numerous times she'd passionately kissed his manhood. Sara immediately did the same, and both girls wantonly licked the entire length of the dildo, their eyes locked in a glare of challenge as their tongues worked the plastic toy. Then Sara took the cock and a bottle of lube from X-Ray, walked to the center of the room, and sank down the floor. Slowly, deliberately, Sara lubed the double dildo as Chloe sat beside her-then Sara spread her legs and inserted the toy, giving a brief gasp as it slid inside her. Then Chloe spread her legs, scooted up to Sara, and slowly sank down onto the other end of the double dildo. And then, the two girls began to thrust.

It was all out sexual war as both girls fucked each other, the rhythmic slapping of their bodies echoing throughout the room. At first they hatefully trash talked one another, filling the room with snarled insults and taunts. But as the minutes passed by, the taunts were interrupted with moans on both sides as a massive beast of an orgasm began to build in both girls. But both girls held it down, each one forcing herself to think of X-Ray's divine cock, and the massive wealth and fame that would come from being the wife of a celebrity rapper. And X-Ray watched, looking down at his two girlfriends, seeing which one would be able to control her own pleasure for his sake, and which one would fail this last test of loyalty.

By about 20 minutes in, even the moans had fallen silent. Both girls had long since closed their eyes as they struggled not to cum, but both were still thrusting like madwomen, knowing the prize they fought for could only be a few minutes away. And then, Chloe's body went rigid, she threw her head back, and one little involuntarily squeal of pleasure escaped her lips. "No, no, no, no....", Chloe's voice was begging, pleading, but Sara only fucked harder.

"No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!", Chloe's body shuddered and convulsed as her pussy clenched down on the silicone dick. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she yelled again as she convulsed on the floor. The elation of victory surged though Sara's body. and she felt the final shreds of her own control beginning to go away. But cumming for somebody else, at the moment she had finally secured her man, would not do. And so Sara somehow willed herself to pull the blessed toy out of her pussy, her pleasure being replaced with need and emptiness as it left. Sara crawled over Chloe and laid down atop her defeated rival, pinning her to the floor. Then she looked at her new fiance and his rock hard cock with desperate eyes. "X-Ray", Sara said, her voice pleading, "please."

And X-Ray answered, dropping his pants and striding over to kneel behind his new fiance. Sara gasped as his massive, fleshy cock filled her, warmer and more inviting than the toy, then moaned and writhed as he fucked her. Within a minute, both came, screaming, and Chloe began to sob as her now-ex boyfriend unleashed a massive load into her hated rival just inches from her own pussy.

Slowly, Sara recovered from her massive orgasm and got up. X-Ray stumbled back to his chair. Chloe lay on the floor, crying. Beside her new man, Sara noticed a bag with part of a dildo harness sticking out-the prize the Chloe had asked X-Ray to get earlier in the afternoon. Still shaking off the effects of her truly earth-shattering climax, Sara strode over to it and pulled out a truly massive strapon, seemingly almost as thick as her arm. She smilled as she turned to Chloe. "You were gonna fuck me in the ass with this if you won, weren't you?"

"Yes." said Chloe meekly.

"Hmm," said Sara, "I bet you'd like one last taste of my boyfriend's spunk before I throw you out, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," said Chloe hopefully, but inside she was apprehensive-whatever Sara had planned wasn't going to be good for her.

Sara lubed the strapon, then slowly, carefully inserted it into her pussy. The girth of it stretched her to her very limit and made her gasp and moan, and she only got it about halfway in before pulling it back out, now covered in a mixture of X-Ray's cum and Sara's juices. Quickly, Sara donned the strapon and tightened the harness, then walked over to Chloe, grabbed a handful of Chloe's hair, and roughly pulled her defeated foe up to waist level. "Suck it", she barked, her voice hard.

Reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, Chloe leaned forward and began to kiss the length of Sara's strapon, lathering it with her tongue, tasting the hateful mix of Sara and X-Ray as she did so. "Show some fucking enthusiasm, bitch!" ordered Sara. "I thought you liked huge cock!" Chloe put the tip of the dildo in her mouth and sucked harder. Sara let her continue for a few minutes, then grabbed two handfulls of Chloe's hair and shoved the cock down her throat. "Like this, you stupid bitch!" yelled Sara in an exasperated voice as she face-fucked Chloe. Sarah continued for another few minutes, till Chloe gagged and her lungs burned from lack of air-then finally, she pulled strapon out of Chloe's mouth before pulling Chloe up to a standing position by her hair and throwing her against one of the room's walls. "One hole down!", said Sara triumphantly. "Now time for hole number two!" And with that, she shoved the strapon into Chloe's pussy.

Sara fucked Chloe with the strapon like a woman possessed, and Chloe writhed and moaned as the pleasure coursed through her. Within an instant, she was furiously rubbing her clit with one hand as Sara's strapon filled her up to her belly. Within no time at all, another climax began to build up in Chloe, whose rational mind fled as Sara's fucking consumed the entirety of her being. Chloe's body went rigid, her mouth opened into a perfect o-and just then, Sara abruptly pulled the strapon out and grabbed both of Chloe's hands, pinning Chloe to the wall with her body as she held Chloe's hands away from her pussy.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Chloe as her pussy clenched on nothing. A sobbing, devastated Chloe turned to see Sara cackling with mirth. "Sara, YOU FUCKING BITCH! LET ME CUM, PLEASE!"

"Losers don't get to cum with their pussy!" said Sarah, still cackling. "Losers get to cum...from the ass." Chloe looked down at Sara's oversized strapon, gulping with nervous dread as she imagined it stretching out her asshole. But her need was too great. "Please, Sara, fuck my ass, please."

Slowly, Sara pushed the strapon into Chloe's ass. Chloe shuddered and whimpered. "Oh my God, fuck! It's so big! Fuck!" Sara couldn't tell whether there was more pleasure or pain in Chloe's voice. Ignoring it, she pushed the strapon into Chloe all the way to the hilt-and then she began to thrust. Chloe screamed, then went silent, her mouth fixed wide open as Sara ruthlessly fucked her ass. In another minute though, as she got used to the fucking, Chloe took her hand and put two fingers into her pussy and her thumb on her clit. Wave after wave of pain and pleasure washed over Chloe. "Oh my God, it hurts so fucking good!", she yelled.

"Hmm...wanna cum this time?", said Sara as she continued her fucking.

"YES!" yelled Chloe.

"Then repeat after me: Sara is a fucking goddess of sex." Somehow, Sara's hard, commanding voice was absolutely intoxicating to Chloe.

"Sara is a fucking goddess of sex!" yelled Chloe.

"Keep repeating," commanded Sara, "Sara fucks X-Ray so much better than I do, and I don't deserve him at all."

Tears welled in Chloe's eyes, and her mouth would not move.

"Say it!" yelled Sara. "Or I throw you out of here with a ruined orgasm!"

"Sara fucks X-Ray so much better than I do, and I don't deserve him at all!"

"Good little bitch. Now fucking cum!" Sara thrusted even harder after the last command.

"Fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" screamed Chloe as she came.

Slowly, Sara pulled out of Chloe, then gave her a few minutes to recover. As Chloe finally stumbled away from the wall, Sara looked at her, eyes hard. "Now get the fuck out of here and don't come back!"

*****************************************

About a year later, Chloe was scrolling through her phone, perusing celebrity gossip headlines, when one caught Chloe's eye.

"X-Ray's Ex Starts BDSM Dungeon!" Next to it was a picture of Sara in a leather outfit, holding a whip. Chloe's breath caught in her throat.

Quickly, Chloe read through the article. It seemed that, six months into their marriage, Sara had come home early to catch X-Ray having an orgy with five female groupies. Naturally, she'd hidden in a corner, whipped out her phone, and gotten a good, clear video of the proceedings to show to a divorce court. Now Sara was single, and she'd taken seven million of X-Ray's fortune with her-and supplemented it by opening a BDSM establishment in Nevada, where men and some women paid her a small fortune to whip and torment them. Chloe spent all afternoon digesting the news, and then-a plan began to form. Whether it had first come from within her head or between her legs Chloe couldn't tell, but the idea would not leave her, and the next day, Chloe made a phone call.

Sara sat in a booth at an Italian restaurant in the Bellagio resort in Las Vegas, fidgeting impatiently. A few days ago, she'd been DM'd by a man named "Mark", who refused to give his picture or much information about himself, but seemed to desperately want a BDSM session with Sara. Ordinarily this would have been a non-starter, but "Mark" had offered to meet in a public place, and pay her a cool $5000 plus meal and room for the first conversation. It was an offer Sara couldn't turn down, yet she waited nervously, wondering just what was in store for her next. Then a person entered the room, a person Sara recognized in an instant, and walked quickly toward Sara. Sara stared wordlessly at the newcommer, mouth open in shock.

Chloe strode towards Sara's booth, holding a binder with a rather interesting legal contract in her hand. Her lawyer had gasped and shook his head when Chloe explained what she wanted, and it had taken a good, long blowjob under the man's desk to convince him to draft it anyway. In its final form, the contract was an agreement between two people, a "mistress" and a "servant". The "servant" would turn over all of her wealth and property to the mistress, and furthermore give the mistress a perpetual right to any income she might make for the rest of her life. In addition, the "servant" agreed to follow any directions the "mistress" would give, without hesitation, and submit to any punishment the mistress might decide on.

In effect, the "servant" would be the mistress's slave. But for now, the names of the servant and the mistress were blank.

Chloe sat down at the booth opposite an astonished Sara. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Chloe laid the contract on the table, let Sara peruse it, and then laid down her challenge. Sara slowly sat the contract down and then looked at Chloe.

"I always knew you'd come back.", said Sara with a triumphant grin. "Prepare for your life of slavery."

"Oh, we'll see about that." said Chloe with her own haughty smirk. "But let's get us a private room and we can...take things from there."

"Of course." said Sara, and both girls got up and made their way to the Bellagio's reservation desk. It was going to be an interesting night...

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Another trailerpark catfight

« Last post by sender on Today at 12:16:36 AM »

very big tan legs impressive

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Another trailerpark catfight

« Last post by sender on Today at 12:12:35 AM »

wow very big tan legs impressive

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Catfight Art / Re: Wild West catfight

« Last post by shesfinished on Today at 12:02:23 AM »

As a suggestion here, perhaps some post catfight damage pics in the future. The ending face off showed vivid face marring, but very little on their breasts and legs. After those brutal attacks, some black and blue skin and scratched up tits would have amplified the feral aspects of the fight. Cheers!

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Spring break

« Last post by rocknrick22 on Yesterday at 10:51:54 PM »

Excellent story. I hope Janine gives us the tie breaking rematch where the stakes are clearly understood and both couples are fully invested and all in. How will SNW know who to root for, unless he sticks with Sienna because she was the other woman in the initial encounter. I can understand where Mike was coming from but I don't think it was fair to Ashley because he didn't hesitate to let Sienna enjoy the fruits of her victory. Perhaps, it would have been a more fitting punishment, it in addition to queening Sienna, Ashley made Mike watch as Dennis had his way with Ashley, because Mike did betray her. Janine can really write and I hope she amps up all the competitive elements, as well as the humiliating aftermath between all the characters. Janine had a really nice touch in her commentary and in Sienna's dialog which underscored another ongoing element of their rivalry: "wave after wave washed over the young Texan as the blonde UF fucked her brains out." And, "She smiled as she reached over to the nightstand and put on lipstick.  "I broke your bitch, Mike.  she's been outfucked.  You see her broken there on the floor, now she's gonna watch me take you all inside of me with ease despite her trying to outfuck me... I'm the queen, Mike.  UF defeats Texas in a show of female alpha status.  In a battle of queen B's, your girl was rocked and now I'm gonna rock you."" Great story Janine. Thanks for sharing.

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: School days, Rivalries reborn and endless - Realignment

« Last post by Susanoom on Yesterday at 10:51:33 PM »

I don't know yet the fate between Demi and Ana. At the moment I'm still evaluating what to bring in this season and IF it will be the final one. I've certainly thought many times about Ana and Demi, the rivalry with which everything started, but as you can see the readers have appreciated more other rivalries that seem to have overshadowed the "original" one

I 100% agree with you. I mean, I am fine with Ana vs Demi, but I am not crazy about it anymore. There are many other rivalries that are much more interesting at this time, I feel. Iri vs Ellie, Charu vs Ana, Sarah vs Louisa – maybe so many more possibilities.

From previous comments, I understood that the introduction of too many characters, including Ellie, was not appreciated.
Then considering the plot that Ellie is from a third school, I don't know if she can represent a right "addition" to the current season.
I mean, the rivalries created between the first two seasons were appreciated, the new ones have seen less interest.
I don't know, readers. What do you think?

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Family Fights / Re: The Snake on Her Back

« Last post by amgy5 on Yesterday at 10:48:53 PM »

FINAL PART!

Grey clouds loomed over the bus station as Margareth waited with a small suitcase by her feet.

She wore dark sunglasses and a long coat, trying to blend into the crowd. She had been quiet for weeks, barely speaking, avoiding Jack, and especially Liz. The apartment, once her fortress, had become a gilded cage. Jack didn’t look at her the same. Liz barely acknowledged her. The balance had shifted. Permanently.

And now, at 55, humiliated three times, Margareth was finally trying to escape.

Her plan was simple: leave the city. Start over. Maybe upstate. A small town. Somewhere no one knew her.

But fate — or Liz — wasn’t done yet.


Liz appeared like a shadow on the platform. Her red hair tied back into a high ponytail. She was dressed sharply—white blouse, fitted black skirt, and black stilettos that clicked on the pavement like a metronome of confidence. The snake tattoo peeked out just slightly from her collar.

“Going somewhere?” Liz asked coolly, her voice barely raised.

Margareth turned slowly. She tried to keep her posture upright, proud. But she shrank slightly just seeing Liz again.

“I’m leaving,” Margareth said. “You’ve won. Isn’t that enough?”

Liz glanced down at the suitcase. “You don’t get to just disappear. Not after everything.”

“I’ve lost everything,” Margareth snapped, but her voice trembled. “What more do you want?”

Liz tilted her head. “Just a moment. Come.”

She gestured toward the public restroom just inside the terminal. The way she said it — calm, firm — made Margareth hesitate. But her feet moved on their own.


The door shut behind them. Empty. Silent. Cold tiles reflected the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights above.

Margareth stood by the sink. Liz leaned back against the counter. Her heels clicked once as she shifted weight.

“You know,” Liz said, adjusting one of the thin straps of her stiletto, “you were so sure of yourself. So loud. So controlling. But now...”

Margareth looked away.

“I thought if I could just get away, I’d have peace,” Margareth whispered.

Liz stepped forward. She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t touch her. She just let her presence speak.

“You never had peace,” Liz said. “Not because of me. Because of you.”

Margareth looked down. Her eyes stopped at Liz’s feet — polished black stilettos, clean lines, red-painted toes barely peeking out from the front. Something about the sight stung. Not the heel. Not the foot. What it represented.

Control. Confidence. Everything she had once wanted.

She sank to the bench beside the sink, head bowed.

“I fought you because I couldn’t be you,” Margareth said finally. Her voice cracked. “And now I know... I never will be.”

"Down on your knees"  - said Liz! Margareth immediately fell on her knees in front of Liz. Liz grabbed Margareth's head and turned Margareth's face into her feet.
-KISS THEM! - she demanded.
Margareth started kissing Liz's feet and put Liz's beautiful toes in her mouth.
Liz was standing there proudly.


Margareth looked up, defeated but honest. “I’ll stay. I know I’ve lost. And maybe that’s better than pretending I ever had control.”

Liz gave a faint smile. Not cruel. Not victorious. Just… resolved.

She stepped forward and gently tapped her heel once on the tile, next to Margareth’s feet. Then turned.

“I’m glad you see it now.”


Margareth never left the city.

She lived in the same house with Jack and Liz — not a prisoner, not quite a guest. Just someone who had lost her war, dignity and found strange comfort in surrender.

She stopped trying to fight, or scheme. She stayed quiet during dinners. She handed over financial decisions to Jack. And when Liz entered a room, Margareth looked away. Not out of fear, but acknowledgment.

The snake had never needed to strike again.

She had already won.

THE END

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Cyber Fight Section / Re: AI Catfight Bots are here and they are amazing!

« Last post by Nutmeg on Yesterday at 10:37:03 PM »

so here's where I'm having trouble.
I'll get two catfight bots in a scrap, but they just keep going. Like neither seems to realize or be affected by the others actions...there isn't a winner

I would say you just need to regenerate the post and add a little more direction or be more specific in the initial set up if you want the fight to go one way or another. You might even want to clarify in the initial set up that you want to see each bot react appropriately to any physical attacks

It can be a pain to spend ages on set up but hopefully you get a better output

Addig to this there are areas in your group chat setting s which might help. Group directive is one. Something like "be realistic" could help a lot. Also making the turn taking style manual can help you control things. If Girl A should dominate more you can have her do two turns in a row for example. You could also act as a narrator to guide the fight * Sally was devastated by the belly punch. Her bravado was gone and now she is a gasping mess trying to survive the fight* Hopefully the kin will take that instruction when they post.

Finally check the kin writeups themselves. If both bots are the baddest bitches who never quit... what did you expect?

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Catfight Art / Re: Wild West catfight

« Last post by Toothandnail on Yesterday at 10:34:54 PM »

Figuring out how to end this amazing fight was no doubt not an easy task.  That said, I’m feeling letdown by the ending.   After what may have been an hour long brutal, back and forth, all out brawl, ending by a leg-scissors submission felt anti-climactic and not a great fit.  Something like the winner throwing a final flurry of punches leaving the loser unable to continue might have been more in keeping with the hateful intensity of this fight and western theme.   I also felt they recovered too quickly, realistically, from such a long, grueling battle.  I could see a saloon girl and the doctor breaking into the room to work on the fully exhausted and physically damaged duo, with maybe a more subtly implied indication of their rematch.  I know it’s after the fact thinking and initial reaction.  Maybe I’ll think differently after I process it more.

I wanted Clara to win because I know the Slip Gun story you based this fight on, but I can also see having Sarah win plays better into their rematch scenario, where I think you would have Clara winning.  Still, it’s hard to accept changing the basic ending of the original story.   But that’s just my purest thinking I guess.

Overall though, this was a phenomenal piece of work and arguably the best female brawl artwork story I have come across, maybe even more so than Gypsy Fight Remake, which was also amazing.  I think a key reason for this is how well you made use of their trashing the entire room, fighting over and through just about all of the furniture.   That really fueled intensity.  I’ve never seen a better room destroying fight.  It was so fitting too for a western style brawl.   

You’ve earned a well-deserved break.   Nevertheless, I’m already anxiously awaiting your next project.

That’s a fair assessment of the ending I guess! I think my aim was trying to balance things so the moves used in the fight didn’t become repetitive. Submission moves like scissors hadn’t been used up until this point  and I figured after such a long gruelling scrap, it would be enough to make one of them quit!
As for a speedy recovery, I didn’t really want it to get boring with frame after frame of talking, so I tried to keep it concise. In hindsight, maybe the doc and Sadie bursting in would’ve added a bit more drama. (Would’ve also probably made my laptop explode with adding too many characters in the scene!)
As to the winner, that was a tough decision too. I had messages wanting both Sarah and Clara to win. In the end I went with Sarah, only as it served to make Clara even more driven to get her revenge in a rematch.
It’s tricky to please everyone. I try to include as much as I can to cover what people want to see, but there are so many different interests in this fetish that it’s impossible! I’ve had people wanting more biting/less biting, more blood/less blood, a draw/no draw, to the death/not to the death! All in all, this was an inspired by piece, not a direct remake of Slip Gun.

You’ll be pleased to hear that I actually made two endings, so Clara wins in the alternate one. I want this version to have its day in the sun for a while (as it’s my preferred one) and then I will release the alternate ending if people want it, so they can choose their own adventure!

I’m totally fine with constructive criticism, it only drives me to refine my artwork and storytelling! Glad you enjoyed most of it! More art soon. T&N

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Family Fights / Re: The Snake on Her Back

« Last post by amgy5 on Yesterday at 10:22:57 PM »

“The Snake on Her Back” – Part II

Two months had passed since Tom left the city.

He had tried everything—changing cities, jobs, even therapists. But nothing quieted the ache that gnawed at his chest each night. He missed Liz. Missed her voice, her scent, her arms. Despite everything, despite his mother’s endless spite, he knew deep down Liz had been right to leave.

So he came back.

He didn’t tell anyone. No messages. No calls. Just a key in his pocket, the same key Liz had given him when things were good.

When he arrived at her apartment, he hesitated. But before he could knock, the door opened. And what he saw inside left him paralyzed.


Liz stood in the middle of the living room, poised and stunning as ever. **At 27, 5’6”, 139 lbs**, her figure hadn’t changed—tight white tank top hugging her toned body, her **red hair** shimmering, and that **snake tattoo** coiled down her back like it belonged to a queen.

Across from her, breathing heavily, stood his mother.

**Margareth**, **55 years old**, **5’3”, 197 lbs**, wore a tight cardigan and stretch pants that strained at the seams. Her face was already red, her blonde hair slightly damp from sweat. And her eyes—those fierce, judgmental eyes—locked onto Liz like a target she refused to miss.

“You’re back,” Liz said, her voice calm, seeing Tom standing stunned at the doorway.

Tom could barely get out a word. “What’s… going on?”

Margareth turned, flustered. “You shouldn’t be here. This is none of your concern.”

“None of my—what is happening?!”

“This is overdue,” Margareth hissed, returning her glare to Liz. “She’s a snake. She broke you. She destroyed this family.”

Liz rolled her eyes. “You tried this already. You want another reminder?”

“Stay out of it, Tom!” Margareth barked. “If I don’t put her in her place now, no one ever will.”

Tom didn’t move. He couldn’t. He was frozen in place—confused, torn, powerless.



Margareth charged, louder this time, her pride still bruised from their first encounter. But Liz was already ready. She’d seen that wild desperation before.

She dodged Margareth’s first swing with ease. Then a second. The moment Margareth stumbled slightly, Liz swept her foot behind Margareth’s and brought the older woman crashing down onto the floor.

“Same as last time,” Liz muttered, stepping over her.

Margareth growled and got up, but Liz grabbed her by the wrist, spun her, and with perfect control **put her flat on her back** again, the floor vibrating under the impact.

Tom stared, mouth open. “Mom—stop! Liz!”

“No,” Liz snapped, as she **mounted Margareth again**, her toned legs pinning the older woman’s arms down. “She came for this. So she gets it.”

Margareth thrashed, but she couldn’t move. Liz was too fast, too strong, too balanced.

**SLAP.**

Tom flinched.

**SLAP. SLAP.**

Margareth let out a groan as her cheeks turned red from the rapid strikes.

“She doesn’t listen. She just attacks,” Liz said calmly, her voice rising so Tom could hear it. “Your mother never accepted that she can't control everything.”

“Get off me!” Margareth spat.

**SLAP.**

Liz leaned down, her face inches from Margareth’s. “I told you not to come back for more.”

She glanced up at Tom, who stood completely still in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. “I didn’t start this, Tom. She did. Again.”

Margareth’s face was flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to her skin, pinned and helpless under Liz’s control. She made one last attempt to escape, but Liz caught her by the shoulders and **pushed her back down with ease**, placing one hand firmly on her chest.

Then, with absolute confidence, Liz stood.

And in one final gesture, she **placed her foot on Margareth’s chest** in full view of Tom—**a victory pose**, calm and powerful.

She turned to Tom. “You want the truth? This is who your mother really is when she can’t win.”

Margareth, breathless and broken beneath Liz’s foot, stared at her son with glassy eyes.

Tom looked like his soul had been pulled out of his chest. He opened his mouth but no words came. His gaze shifted between Liz, standing tall, and his mother, flattened and humiliated.

Just then, the front door opened again.

-Jack.

He froze at the scene, set his briefcase down, and chuckled. “Round two?”

Liz smirked. “She came back for more.”

Without shame, Jack walked up to Liz, kissed her full on the lips, his hand casually sliding along her waist.

Margareth groaned in frustration, but couldn’t move. Her son and husband stood there watching, unable to stop what had happened.

Jack and Liz broke their kiss, and Liz looked over her shoulder.

Tom didn’t speak. His face was pale. The weight of everything hit him at once—the truth about Liz, Jack, his mother, himself.

He turned without a word, walked to the door...

This time, he didn’t look back.


Liz’s foot rested on Margareth’s chest, cool and commanding. The older woman’s breath came in ragged bursts beneath her.

The door creaked again.

**Tom.** He still hadn’t moved. Still standing in the doorway. Pale. Silent.

Margareth shifted under Liz’s foot, face red and streaked with sweat. Her voice cracked as she looked up at her son.

“Tom... please...”

Liz raised an eyebrow but didn’t move.

Margareth’s eyes filled with tears now—*real* ones. Not angry. Not manipulative. Just broken. “I ruined everything, Tom. I drove her away. I pushed you away. I... I was wrong.”

Tom blinked slowly, like the words were echoing in a place long closed off.

“Please... son. Forgive me. Don’t leave me like this...”

There was silence.

Then, slowly, Tom took one step backward.

His face didn’t change. No anger. No expression at all. Just exhaustion.

“No,” he said. Quiet. Sharp. Final.

He turned and walked out the door.

Margareth reached after him weakly with one trembling hand, but she couldn’t lift Liz’s weight off her chest. Her fingers curled in defeat.

Jack, now standing beside Liz, placed a hand around her waist. “That went well,” he muttered.

Liz exhaled through her nose with a small, victorious smirk.

Margareth lay pinned beneath her—abandoned, exposed, and forgotten.

And above her, Liz and Jack stood together—still, composed, and very much in control.

**The snake had struck again. And this time, the wound wouldn’t heal.**