Streamer War: Breebunn vs Lululuvely

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Streamer War: Breebunn vs Lululuvely



A waterfall of blonde hair cascaded across Twitch streamer Lululuvely's shoulders as she shook her hair for the camera before leaning into the microphone in a sultry manner.

"Honestly, chat," Lulu purred, a pout forming on her glossed lips as she watched the wave of emojis and donations flood her chat, "you guys are just too sweet today.  But I guess a girl can't complain, huh?  It's just so easy being at the top.  You don't even know it, sometimes."

The donation alerts chimed in agreement.

As she began reading through the comments out loud, basking in the endless praise, she accidentally came upon a remark that was not as favorable towards her:

"Hey, anyone else think Lulu reminds them of a blonde version of Breebunn...but like with a bitchy attitude lol?"

The smile on Lulu's face disappeared, as she stared into the camera with pursed lips.  With the whim of a queen, she immediately banned the user from her channel as if he were nothing more than a peasant.

"I don't even know who that is," Lulu stated, as she began typing Breebunn into the searchbar, "But I just want to let you know, anybody else who compares me to some second rate streamer doesn't deserve to be called my fan."

As Breebunn's face and stream appeared, Lulu clicked and rolled her eyes as she watched the brunette streamer with a far smaller audience than her own, playing some lame farming simulator game.

"Are you kidding me?" Lulu quipped, an annoyed smirk on her face, "You dare to compare me to this brunette bitch?  First off, I have personality.  Second, I have skill.  And if you can't see that?  That's a perma-ban.  I don't need fans like you on my channel."


Days later, the clip made its way into Breebun's stream.  As she watched Lulu's tirade, Bree simply offered a slight shrug to her own audience.

"I don't know, guys," Bree said, her tone gentle. "Maybe she was just having a bad day.  It happens to the best of us, right?  We don't know what's going on behind the screen and I don't want to judge.  So, let's just move on and play some games, today."

With that, Bree quickly transitioned into another subject.

But of course, as Bree's remarks were clipped and demonstrated to Lulu by her fans, the blonde watched with a predatory gaze.  It was like blood in the water.  She simply just could not stand the brunette streamer.

Replaying Breebun's humble reaction on her reaction stream, Lulu burst into derisive laughter before rolling her eyes.

"Oh, 'maybe she's just having a bad day'," Lulu mimicked the brunette in a mocking high-pitched voice, "Saint Bree, please grace us with your infinite compassion!  Or maybe, just maybe, you're simply too boring to have a real personality.  That's why nobody is watching your stream and everyone is watching me.  How's that for a theory?"

As more responses came in, Lulu scoffed at them.

"I don't have to apologize for anything.  She's the one trying to be me.  I think she should be the one to apologize for being an imposter."

The clip of Lulu mocking Bree's gentle response quickly spread to her chat and Discord server.  Bree watched but refused to let the blonde get to her.  She quickly typed up a message and sent it into Lulu's inbox.

"I don't know what your issue is with me but mocking my attempt to de-escalate a situation is unprofessional.  My community and I have done nothing to you.  This kind of targeted harassment is not okay, Lulu."

Lulu rolled her eyes as she ignored the rest of the message and without a second thought, screenshotted it before plastering it all over her social media feed:

"Look at Miss Professional over here, trying to lecture me in my DMs.  The only thing 'unprofessional' here is your boring ass stream!  Maybe if you focused on being entertaining instead of writing apologies, you'd have more than ten viewers.   I was honestly doing you a favor by sending you some attention.  But I guess you couldn't even accept that.  #Loser #Crybaby"



As such, it did not take long for Breebunn's social media pages and her streaming sessions to get brigaded by Lulu's fanbase as they dogpiled her with insults, often encouraged by Lulu herself.

Bree's own community, the newly formed "Bunn Brigade", fought back with their own insults while sniping at Lulu's streams.

Eventually, the backlash was enough that Lulu felt the need to address it.  Preparing her make up and putting up a pouting face for the camera, she applied her lights and a filter to her livestream.

"Hey chat," Lulu began, feigning innocence, "I know there's been a lot of drama lately.  And I just wanted to say that I am sorry."

The blonde took a moment to pause before continuing.

"Or rather, I want to say that I'm sorry some people are just way too sensitive to handle the truth.  I've always been fair and honest, you know?  I don't sugarcoat things.  And if that offends someone who builds their entire brand off being a 'fake nice girl' to get clout off my name?  Well, what can I do?  I'm only defending myself."

The comments poured in.

And watching the clip of Lulu's non-apology was the final straw for Bree.  In response, she also began her livestream.

"Lululuvely," Breebunn addressed, her voice even but sharp, "You want to talk about being real?  You want to talk about who's a crybaby?  You've insulted me and you've insulted my community in your attempt to twist this whole situation.  I'm done with the private messages."

Bree smiled for the camera.

"You think you're tough behind your keyboard.  How about we settle this?  Face to face," Bree continued, pausing for dramatic effect, "You do know there's that Creator Carnage event coming up, right?  How about a catfight for our fans?  They pick our moves for us and we fight it out.  The money goes to charity.  Does that sound fair?  Or are you chickened out?"

Lululuvely, of course, was watching.  On her own stream, she replayed Bree's declaration, letting it finish before letting out a scoff.

"A catfight?  You really want to risk that bland face of yours, sweetheart?" Lulu posed, as leaned into the camera, "You know what?  I will accept it, actually.  Don't forget to bring tissues for when you start crying, though."


And so, the day arrived when the two would meet.

A production crew bustled in the background of the apartment penthouse bedroom, setting up ring lights and multiple camera angles around a king-sized bed.  This was to be the arena for the "Creator Carnage" match between Breebunn and Lululuvely.

Breebunn had waited all morning, pacing the hardwood floor in leggings and a simple tank top.  She stretched her arms and legs, trying to channel all of her nervous energy into focus.  This was insane.  A week ago, she had been tending to her virtual farm and now, she was about to get into a physical altercation for charity.  But what other options did she have?  This was about defending herself from a crazed bitch.

Suddenly, the apartment door swung open and in sauntered Lululuvely, strutting as if she owned the place.  It was clear as day that she wore a bikini beneath her silk robe, that she simply opened for all to see.  Meanwhile, her blonde hair was already perfectly coiffed, clearly indicating she did not trust the Creator Carnage makeup team.  In truth, she took in the scene with a look of disdain.

"Well, well, well," Lulu purred, as she eyed Bree from head to toe, "I didn't think you'd actually show.  I figured you'd be at home, crying to your viewers."

"I would be," Bree said, her voice partly hesitant but gaining confidence as she stopped pacing, "But I had a bitch to take down."

Lulu let out a snorting laugh.

"Oh, please," Lulu retorted, offended at the thought, "Don't be so dramatic.  We're not even in the same class.  If anything, you should be fortunate to be even in my presence."

As the two streamers began circling each other, a producer gestured for them to get ready.

With a judgmental glare, Lulu reached up and expertly tied her blonde hair into a tight ponytail.

Out of contempt, Bree decided to avoid a ponytail and went for a simple bun, yanking it tight at the base of her skull.

"Ready to get that ugly little face of yours messed up?" Lulu taunted, as she shrugged off her silk robe.  As she did so, she showed off the plastic gem studded bikini that shone brightly amidst the lights before arching her back with a pose, "Nothing personal.  Just gotta give the fans what they want."

Bree didn't respond.  She simply pulled off her tank top and chucked her slippers before revealing a simple black bikini.

"At least, my bikini won't get torn off in the first thirty seconds," Bree shot back.

Lulu rolled her eyes.

And then, in the final moments of silence before the stream went live, Lulu's smirk vanished.  Her hand immediately shot out with a stinging slap that cracked across Bree's cheek.  The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room.

Bree's head snapped to the side, her skin instantly flushing red.  The shock gave way to a flash of fury.  Her hands clenched into fists as she sat there on the mattress, pretending to look happy for the camera.

"Buckle up, bitch," Lulu taunted, as she leaned in, knowing Bree wouldn't even dare so much as challenge her, "You're going to get murdered on livestream today."

Immediately, the "LIVE" indicator on the main camera blinked red and the bombastic "Creator Carnage" theme music began blasting from a nearby speaker.

Bree was livid.  The sting on her cheek was still noticeable, which forced her to turn her head to the side.  She wanted nothing more than to tackle the blonde and wipe that smug look off her face.  But she knew she had to play by the rules of the game.

Of which, the rules were simple.  They could roughhouse but they had to obey the chat whenever the biggest donations came in.  Both agreed to this and knew they had to use those opportunities to deliver the biggest strikes, in order to win.

And as the digital bell chimed in, the fake smiles instantly vanished on both women's faces.  They lunged at each other like wildcats.

Being more athletic, the blonde easily shoved Bree back, her manicured nails leaving angry red marks on the brunette's shoulders.

Bree resisted immediately, trying to grab a handful of Lulu's ponytail in an attempt to pull her in.  But Lulu was too quick, ducking and weaving before landing a solid punch to the jaw that sent Bree stumbling backward onto the mattress.

Suddenly, a loud CHA-CHING sound effect erupted.  An AI voice cut through the air as they shoved and pulled.

"$200 donation.  Winner's choice!  Untie your opponent's hair and walk her like a dog."

As she shoved the brunette off of her, Lulu leaned towards the nearest camera, blowing a kiss for her fans.  Then, she jumped back into the fray.

All the while, Bree caught her breath, dread coiling in her stomach.  She did not notice as the blonde pounced upon her.  But before Lulu could pull her hairbun, the brunette struck her leg out in panic and kicked the blonde away.

Bree's eyes widened as she saw her opponent stumble.  The desire to inflict some kind of retaliation took over and she scrambled forth, lunging for the blonde's ponytail.

But Lulu simply sidestepped, grabbing Bree's wrists and using her momentum to spin her around.

"Too slow, ugly," Lulu sneered, as she spun Bree in a full circle, "My turn."

Before Bree could even react, Lulu shoved her onto the bed.

Then, the blonde's fingers expertly found the band holding Bree's bun and with a painful yank, she pulled at the brunette's hair before turning to the camera.

"Aww, look at her," Lulu taunted mockingly, as she stared up at the camera, "Who's a good girl?  You ready for your walk, bitch?"

Bree cried out as her hair was pulled in the direction Lulu dictated her to go.  On all fours, Bree was forced to move against her will.  And as she felt her hair unloosen, the brunette shrieked as the blonde gave out a particularly vicious tug that felt as if it would tear Bree's entire scalp off.

Suddenly, the brunette found herself slammed down against the mattress, her hair all around her face.

"Point goes to Lululuvely," declared the AI voice.

"See, this is the difference between a top-tier creator and a bottom-feeder," Lulu gloated, leaning in close, "I dominate. You submit.  Now, why don't you avoid further humiliation by telling my fans how much better I am than you?"

With her hair now a tangled mess across her face, Bree felt a surge of adrenaline as the blonde's words spat out at her.  The humiliation, the cheap shot from earlier, and now, the arrogance!

As Lulu postured for the camera, her arms raised in triumph, Bree saw her opening.  In less than a second, her fingers hooked themselves under the flimsy, gem-studded string of Lulu's bikini top.

"Get your trashy clothing off my stream," Bree yelled, and with a furious rip, the bikini snapped open.  Then, she yanked the thong of the bikini and suddenly, yanked that, as well in an attempt to gain leverage before completely yanking the top away and tossing it towards the camera.

Lulu's smirk immediately dissolved a look of horror as her hands flew in to cover her exposed chest, her face turning a shade of crimson.

"You bitch!" Lulu shrieked, her voice cracking with fury and embarrassment.

It was in that precise moment of vulnerability that the AI boomed again, announcing the largest donation yet.
"$500!  New Command: Claw her tits!  And punch her in the belly!"

A predatory smile spread across Bree's face.  With pleasure, she thought.

Before the exposed Lulu could even process the command, Bree surged forward.  Her nails raked across the blonde's forearms and dug in the flesh concealed below.

Lulu cried out in pain at the sudden attack.  But it was not over just yet.  Bree drew back her other hand and drove it hard into Lulu's toned stomach.

The air rushed out of Lulu in a choked gasp.  She doubled over, trying to retaliate as her arms flailed wildly in an attempt to claw right back at Bree.  But the blonde's arms were more focused on covering herself, causing her movements to be awkward.  As such, her strikes found only air.

Meanwhile, Bree continued to yank at Lulu's nipples as she clawed her opponent's bosom.

"Point goes to Breebunn.  Score is now 1:1."

As she heard the voice declaring a point, Bree raised her hands out of excitement.
 
But that was a mistake.  Fueled by rage and humiliation, Lulu lunged forward.

"You seriously think that's funny?" Lulu screamed out, her eyes fixated on Bree's black bikini top.  She wanted payback.  Her hands immediately clawed at Bree, grabbing for the fabric around her chest.  As Bree attempted to shove the blonde off, Lulu responded with a vicious tug as she yanked the top clean off and flung it across the room.

Now it was Bree's turn to be exposed.  The brunette was less embarrassed than she thought she would be.  Nonetheless, her face flushed bright red as she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. 

But as Lulu moved in for another strike, Bree looked up and her hand shot out as she delivered a stinging slap across the blonde's cheek.  It was surprising enough as a strike to send Lulu backwards.

In that brief moment of stunned silence, the AI voice echoed once more. "$300!  New Command: A test of strength!  Pin your opponent to the wall!"

Seeing her chance, Bree did not hesitate.

Before Lulu could move, Bree lunged forth, ready to grapple.  Her hands immediately latched onto Lulu's open palms, her fingers interlocking with the blonde's fingers.

Soon, the two were locked in a stalemate as they engaged in a test of strength.  Bree pushed with all her might, attempting to force her blonde rival backward.

Unfortunately, it was a catastrophic miscalculation.

A wicked grin spread across Lulu's face as she felt Bree's struggle to move her.  The blonde's athletic build was no bluff.  And with a grunt, Lulu easily reversed the momentum.  She, soon, overpowered the brunette and slammed her back against the wall behind her.

"Big fucking mistake," Lulu hissed, her face inches from Bree's.  She pressed her advantage, shoving Bree against the wall with her shoulders. "It's my turn to play now, bitch."

With that, Lulu released one hand and shot it out, delivering a hard punch to Bree's stomach, mirroring her earlier belly punch.

Bree gasped.

But Lulu's fingers merely moved in to pinch at the brunette's exposed breasts, yanking at the nipples and petite boobies laid out before her.

"Ughh!" Bree cried out, in horror.

At that moment, the AI voice chimed in with a new command.

"$300!  Titfight!  Flatten her titties!"

Lulu's smirk widened into a predatory smile.

"You heard the fans," the blonde purred. 

Without releasing her pin, Lulu began slamming her chest repeatedly into Bree's.  Each impact was a solid, painful thud that forced a grunt from the brunette.

Bree tried to squirm and deflect the blows by tightening her torso but it was to no avail.  She was trapped and her back was pressed hard against the wall.  This made the impact even worse as she was crushed up against the wall.

After several punishing slams, Lulu ended the assault by yanking Bree's hair and pulling her head to the side.  Then, she delivered multiple slaps followed by one wild smack that sent Bree sprawling onto the bed.

"Point Lululuvely for the pin!  Point Lululuvely for the titfight," the AI declared. "The score is now 3:1, in favor of Lululuvely!"

Lululuvely cheered out, raising her arms.

"This is too easy," Lulu boasted, as she turned towards the exhausted Bree.  Releasing the hair tie, she shook her head and her blonde locks of hair fell out into the open.  She wanted to look good doing this.

Wincing, Bree pushed herself up from the mattress, her body aching from the impacts. Her hair was a wild mess while her chest was exposed.  As Lulu turned her attention back towards her, Bree could only hesitate.
With a shout, the blonde charged forward like an enraged bull, intent on finishing this fight.

Bree's legs buckled slightly and she fell to one knee as Lulu attempted to wrestle with her.  The blonde dropped low and wrapped her arms around Bree's thighs in a classic takedown.  The momentum forced Bree to bend forward awkwardly over Lulu's back, her face just inches from the blonde's.

"Ready to give up, little bunny?" Lulu hissed, tightening her grip and pulling one of Bree's legs, causing the brunette to lean forward in pain. "I'm going to break you open."

But before the blonde could finish her threat, the apartment was filled with the sound of another donation. The AI voice boomed, overriding everything.

"$700!  The highest bidder demands ten spanks on your opponent's ass!"

Lulu's eyes went wide as she realized her precarious position.  She was down on all fours, perfectly presenting her rear end to the very person she had been attempting to dominate.
A surge of vengeful energy shot through Bree.

"Take that, bitch," Bree snarled.  Her arms swung through the air.  And with each successful smack of the ass came an echoing boom as she spanked her opponent for a total of four times.

"Oughh!  Stop!"  Lulu cried out, a mix of pain and shock.  She immediately released Bree's legs and twisted, throwing the brunette off balance and onto the ground.  Scrambling on top, Lulu managed to deliver two retaliatory spanks of her own before Bree rolled to the side and kicked the blonde away.

Not letting up, Bree scrambled back and landed three more quick, stinging spanks on the blonde's rear as attempted to pick herself up.

Lulu, now furious, pushed Bree away and started smacking wildly at her thighs.  But none of them landed on their intended target.  In her rage, the blonde overexerted herself, losing her footing and tripping over herself on top of the mattress, leaving herself completely exposed.

Bree was on her in an instant.  The brunette raised her arm in the air and delivered three resounding spanks that gave off a sense of finality as distinct red marks appeared on Lulu's buttocks.

"Ten spanks delivered by Breebunn.  Point goes to Breebunn," the AI voice declared. "And with that $700 donation, Breebunn is the first to reach the $1000 milestone!  Awarding one bonus point!  The score is now tied, 3 to 3!"

Lulu pushed herself up, her face contorted in pure disbelief and rage.

"Are you kidding me?!" the blonde screamed, "That's bullshit!"

"Sorry Lulu," Bree retorted, shrugging her shoulders, "I don't make the rules."

A sudden CHA-CHING sound filled the room, multiple times.

"$5,000!  Final Command Requested: Finish the bitch off!  Sixty seconds on the clock!"

For a single, electric moment, the two women froze.  Their chests heaved as they heard the request.  Sweat glistened on their bare skin.  This was it.  The tiebreaker.

Then, the timer countdown began.

There was no thought.  Only instinct.

With a feral shout, Lulu launched herself at Bree.  Her fingernails became claws, swiping and slapping wildly at Bree's face and shoulders.

The brunette cried out.  But she did not give in.  Bree met the charge and the two women simply collapsed onto the mattress in a catball as their flailing limbs and intense hairpulling led to them vying for dominance over the other.

Legs wrapped across thighs, hair was pulled, flesh was torn into.

Fueled by her wounded pride, Lulu managed to get on top by pinning Bree's shoulders down with her knees.

"I'm going to mess you up forever," Lulu shrieked, as she rained down a series of wild slaps.  The blonde grabbed the brunette's hair and pulled her head forward, as she continued.  There was no strategy involved.  She only responded with a desperate attempt to destroy her rival.

Meanwhile, Bree twisted her body back and forth, attempting to free herself.  She drove her right elbow straight into Lulu's ribs, forcing the blonde to loosen her grip.  Her other hand went for the blonde hair that had now been released.

"Let go!"

"No, you let go!"

The two women tumbled across the mattress as they fought for control, lashing and yanking at flesh and hair.

The timer ticked down: 45 seconds.

Bree bucked her hips against Lulu's body as she rolled over her, in an attempt to pin her down.  A sharp pain surged through her arms as the blonde's fingernails dug in.  She was pinned.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Lulu taunted, "Can't get up?"

A look of desperation was etched on Bree's face.  She tried to remove the blonde off of her but could only struggle.

As Lulu leaned in, Bree could only see one way out.

Instead of trying to kick out and shove her opponent off, Bree sent her fingers towards Lulu's hips as she was bent over.

30 seconds.

Just then, an idea suddenly sparked in Bree's mind.  Her eyes darted around before landing on the last remaining piece of Lulu's bikini.....the flimsy thong bottom clinging to her hips.

Ignoring Lulu's frantic smacking and scratching, Bree hooked her fingers onto the string of the bikini bottom. 
Lulu's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was about to happen.

"W-wait!" The blonde screamed, suddenly feeling the fingers around her waist, "You bitch, ugh!"

With a powerful heave, Bree yanked upwards.  The fabric strained as it stretched to its limits, digging deep and lifting Lulu's entire lower body off the bed in a wedgie.  Her body was turned upside down as Bree used the moment to flip her opponent off of her. 

"AIIIIEEE!"

A high-pitched shriek tore from Lulu's throat as flew forward.  Her legs kicked uselessly around her, her hands clawing at her own rear end in an attempt to relieve the pressure, as she landed on the bed.

It was at this moment that Bree freed herself and picked herself up.  With a cruel smirk, she watched as the thong slipped from Lulu's buttocks, sliding down her legs.  Then, as the blonde bent down to pick her bikini bottom back up...

That was the only opening Bree needed.

The brunette swung her leg back and shot it forward so that it landed straight into Lululuvely's groin, as she was bent over.

The blonde could only watch in horror, too late to escape the brunette's leg as it connected with a sharp impact right between her legs.

"Oooohfff!"

A choked gasp escaped Lulu's lips.  Her body seized, the pain instantly overriding her aggression.  Her eyes, initially wide with shock and agony, quickly shut as she fell to her knees, clutching her groin and doubling over in pain.

25 seconds.

A groan escaped Lulu's lips as she knelt on her knees, trying to ease the pain in her pussy.  Her cocky bravado had been shattered by a single, well-aimed kick.

Meanwhile, Bree knew this was her moment.  Without a moment's hesitation, she turned her back to Lulu and launched herself backward like a human projectile aimed directly at the wounded blonde.

The blonde turned her head, looking up just in time to see Bree's black thong filling her entire field of view.  Then, the world suddenly went dark as Bree's full weight slammed down, driving her head back against the mattress.

Pinned beneath Bree's ass, Lulu was completely immobilized.  Her breath was muffled by the pressure of the brunette's smother. 

"How's that for a second rate streamer?" Bree quipped, mockingly, "I really hope you like these 'bunns'."
But the brunette wasn't content with just the pin.  Her fingernails went on the offensive, raking across Lulu's exposed breasts in sharp, stinging motions.  In between, she shot out quick punches against the blonde's exposed belly.  Each fist forced a muffled gasp from the trapped streamer.

Down below, Lulu's arms flailed uselessly, her hands slapping against Bree's thighs and back.  She tried to kick out and escape but to no avail.

Just as Bree reared back for another punch, a loud BUZZER sounded through the penthouse.

"Time's up!" the AI voice declared, its tone final. "The final point goes to Breebunn!  Your winner by a score of 4 to 3.  BREEBUNN!"

A shower of digital confetti filled the livestream screen. 

With a contemptuous shove against her opponent, Bree rolled off the blonde.  She raised her arms victoriously as she ran off the bed.  She had won.

"This is for my fans," Bree stated to the camera, "This is for the Breebunn Brigade."

Lulu gasped for air, scrambling to sit up.  Her face was red hot, filled with sweat and fury.  There were doses of humiliation there, as well.

"NO!  That doesn't count!  She, she cheated," Lululuvely stated, stomping her feet.

But it was over.  And the stream had ended.

Lulu slowly pushed herself off the bed.  She didn't look at the cameras.  She simply clenched her fists as she stared at Bree, jumping up and down in excitement.  She was the queen.  She couldn't lose like this.  This was a fluke!


As the crew members made their way out the door to prepare for their next event, the two streamers were left alone together.  A triumphant smile showed up on Bree's lips as she started to catch her breath.

"Well," Bree began, a hint of her old gentle tone returning, "I guess that settles thin-"

Bree never finished the sentence.

Lulu shouted furiously.  With an animalistic snarl, she launched herself while Bree was turned.

Before Bree could even turn around, Lulu was on her.

"Aghh, what the hell?" Bree screamed out, as sharp fingernails raked down her back, followed by shocking pain as Lulu bit into her shoulder while pulling her hair.

The two of them tumbled on the floor in a heap of flesh like wildcats in combat.  The fight was no longer for points or donations.  It was about pride and dominance.

"You think you won?!" Lulu shrieked as she pulled a fistful of Bree's hair, slamming the brunette's head against the floor, "This isn't over until I say it is!"

Bree cried out, her survival instincts kicking in.  She rolled over and clawed back, her nails raking across Lulu's shoulders and forearms.  With her other arm, she yanked the blonde's hair, dragging her downward. 

They rolled across the floor, a chaotic spiraling movement as they shoved and struck with their arms and legs.

Lulu, fueled by a desire to inflict humiliation upon her rival, hooked her fingers onto the waistband of Bree's black thong.  With a vicious yank, she tore it away from the brunette's body, leaving her naked as she tossed the torn garment aside.  Then, with a powerful shove of her legs, she kicked Bree away and sent her sliding across the floor.

"You wanted to expose me?!" Lulu screamed, a crazed look in her eyes. "Let's see how you like it, huh?"

Bree scrambled backward, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.  She stood, exposed and naked but defiant as her eyes narrowed.

"This is what a real loser looks like, Lulu," Bree retorted, her voice shaken by the adrenaline but firm from her determination, "Can't handle a loss, so you throw a tantrum like a spoiled little child."

The two women circled each other briefly, sizing one another up.  Then, they sprang.

Lulu's superior athleticism quickly became apparent.  She absorbed Bree's desperate scratching and slapping.  And with a powerful heave, she reversed their tumble by slamming Bree onto her back and pinning her wrists to the hardwood floor.

With shallow breaths, Lulu leaned downwards, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around their faces.  She used her free hand not to strike but to thread her fingers through Bree's hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.  Then, her thumb traced a slow, almost gentle line along Bree's jaw.  A sadistic smirk played on her lips.

"See?" Lulu whispered, her voice filled with distaste. "No cameras.  No chat to save you. This time, I'm going to finish you for good."

But in her moment of gloating, Lulu had made a critical error.  As she leaned over Bree, her own breasts dangled just inches from Bree's face.

Bree's wide eyes immediately darted onto the easy targets.  Her hands shot up, fingers closing around Lulu's exposed breasts with surprising strength.  She didn't just grab the blonde's tits.  Rather, she pinched and twisted with vicious intent.  It was a titty twister from hell.

"Aughh, you ugly bitch!"

An involuntary shriek of pain tore from Lulu's throat.  Her grip on Bree's wrists slackened for a split second.
From there, Bree used the momentum to buck her hips, dragging the momentarily stunned blonde with her.  With a surge of adrenaline, she threw Lulu sideways and sent her crashing hard against the ornate wooden dresser.

But Lulu quickly recovered.  She charged forward and delivered a brutal kick to Bree's side, the impact sending the brunette stumbling back into the nearby sofa.

This elicited a sharp cry of pain from Bree's lips, as she felt the solid frame dig into her chest and ribs.
But as Lulu drove in for another attack, Bree dropped and rolled to the side.  The blonde powerhouse crashed headfirst into the couch cushions where Bree had just landed.

Exhausted and panting for breath, Bree scrambled to her feet, landing a few quick slaps to Lulu's face as she tried to untangle herself.

But Lulu was too strong.  She shoved Bree back against the wall and slapped her in retaliation.  The continuous impact of her palms caused the brunette's head to alternate from one side to the other.

"I'm going to knock you out, Bree.  Then, you'll learn to respect those superior to you!"

As Lulu yanked the brunette and backed her towards the center of the room, Bree's gaze landed on a puddle of crimson on the polished floor.  It was the discarded silk robe Lulu had worn in, earlier.

As Bree was tossed to the ground and Lulu lunged forward for what looked like a finishing tackle, Bree did not try to fight back or dodge.  Instead, she simply leaned over and yanked the silk robe from beneath Lulu's feet.
The blonde cried out, her front foot sliding out from beneath her.  Her triumphant sneer turned into a wide eyed look of horror as her body went airborne before crashing down.

That second was all Bree needed.

Before the blonde could even process the fall, Bree was on her.  She didn't even dare try and punch or kick her rival.  Instead, she used her full body and threw her leg over Lulu's torso while pressing her knees and hands on the blonde's forearms, straddling her.

Lululuvely was trapped.  Her superior strength was neutralized by Bree's positioning.

"Get.  Off.  Me!" Lulu demanded, thrashing beneath her.

Bree looked down at the furious blonde beneath her.  She  finally had her.

The first slap was sharp.  A crack that echoed throughout the bedroom.  Lulu's head snapped to the side, her eyes blinking in stunned disbelief.  This wasn't a flailing hit.  It was deliberately timed and incredibly punishing.
"This," Bree said, her voice low and trembling with exertion, "is for my community."

Smack.

Another hard slap across the other cheek.

"This is for trying to ruin my career."

Smack.

"And this is for being a pathetic, spoiled brat who can't stand to see anyone else succeed!"

Smack.

Bree's hand rose and fell in a steady and punishing rhythm.  Each slap served as a simple release for the weeks of frustration, humiliation, and anger that she faced from Lulu.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  THWACK!  BWAP!  PLOW!

Lulu's struggles began to weaken.  Her shouts turned into groans.  Her head lolled from side to side with each impact.  And after one last resounding crack of the hand, the blonde's body went limp beneath Bree.
 
SMACK!

"And don't ever talk that way about me, ever again!"

Lulu's eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling.  She was dazed and defeated.
Panting, Bree pushed the blonde and shoved her to the side.  She looked down at the defeated Lulu who was, now, a mess of tangled hair and red welts. 

It felt satisfying.

Still, she wasn't finished just yet.  Victory wasn't enough.  She needed to make a statement.

As she looked around the room, Bree's eyes immediately fell upon the discarded gem-studded bikini Lulu had worn earlier.   A smile crossed the brunette's lips as she suddenly came up with an idea. 

Bree dragged the unresponsive Lulu back in front of the main streaming camera, propping her up against the bed frame.  With deft movements, she used the torn open bikini top and bottom of her fallen rival to fasten her wrists tightly behind her back, binding her to the bedpost.  The blonde had earlier worn such a tacky outfit with a degree of arrogance and haughtiness that it was fitting to see her utilizing it in a different manner now.

As she took a brief moment to catch her breath, Breebunn admired her handiwork as she gazed upon the defeated Lululuvely.  Then, leaving Lulu slumped and secured, Bree walked out of the bedroom.
Several minutes passed. 

Lulu began to stir, a low groan escaping her lips.  Her vision swam back into focus.  And then, the first thing she saw was her own reflection in the dark screen of a nearby monitor.  She was bound.  Helpless.
Then, the bedroom door opened.

When Bree returned, she was holding a purple vibrating wand, turning it over in her hands.  The brunette pressed a button on the side of the wand, causing it to produce a low hum.

"Okay, so I think this is the power button," Bree mused to herself in a casual manner, "Now, how do you adjust the settings on this thing?"

Lulu's eyes widened in pure terror as she recognized the object as a vibrating wand.

"Wai, wait.  W-what are you doing?" Lulu stammered, her voice hoarse with panic.

Bree just smiled, a chillingly sweet expression on her face.  She walked over to the streaming setup and with a single click, the "LIVE" indicator blinked red.

The stream was back on.

Suddenly, Lulu felt the unmistakable buzzing of the wand pressed right against her groin.
Her body instinctively tensed.

DING!  A small donation alert chimed from the computer speakers.  The vibrations of the wand pulsed around the blonde's pussy, in reaction to the donation.

DING-DING-DING! The vibrations intensified, causing Lulu to let out a choked gasp.

CHA-CHING!  A much larger donation.  The wand roared to life, its vibrations intensifying to a powerful thrum that shot through Lulu's entire body.  Her back arched.  Her body quaked uncontrollably as a horrified gasp escaped her.

"W-wa-wait," Lulu begged, in between panting moans, "Uh, wa, ugh, w-wait.  Oooh!"

With Lulu's exhausted, tear-streaked face and her unshevelved hair visible to thousands, Bree leaned into the camera.

"Hey everyone," Bree began, "I know things got a little heated earlier.  Lulu and I....well, we had a little talk after the fight.  We've come to an understanding.  Things are going to be different now.  You can all rest assured.  I'll be back to my regular streams next week."

Then, Bree paused before glancing down at the trembling blonde.

"As for Lulu?" Bree's smile widened. "Well, it looks like she's decided to volunteer herself for a different kind of charity stream."

[Catscarlisle]