The bell must have rung for the fifth time – but Charlize could barely hear it over all the noises going through her head. The ringing in her ear from about a dozen hard slaps to the temple, the roar of the crowd, hard breathing and some ragged coughs from the woman lying next to her. The bell again, and footsteps on the canvas.
“Here’s your winner and STILL world champion…” The referee gently pulled her up and pushed the belt into her hands.
Still.
The tingle of the leather felt familiar and sent a wave of energy and power into her shaking, exhausted hands. She took a long, wobbly couple of strides over to Laura Prepon, slowly planting her foot on her heaving chest and grinding it back and forth, enjoying the feel of the squirming body underneath her boot as she raised the title into the air, displaying it to the crowd.
She finally lowered it just a bit and gave a cool smile to Laura’s handler. “Maybe next time, Christina.”
Christina Hendricks shrugged and rolled her eyes as Charlize dragged herself to the corner – she wasn’t really energetic enough to stay on her feet, but she sat down against the turnbuckle as Alison Brie rolled under the ropes, pulled Laura out of the ring, and the three of them went to… congratulate themselves on a good effort, or whatever the people in second place went. Who cared really?
She sat there for a moment soaking it all in before a catcall and some sarcastic applause distracted her. She was puzzled at how loud it was before she realized it was plugged into the house PA, which meant…
“Wow. That was really amazing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was a gift. Really.” Charlize wearily looked to the ramp, and there was Elisha Cuthbert giving a slow round of applause. “The only thing wrong with that fight was that I was watching it instead of winning it. YET AGAIN. I mean, I’ve been intercontinental champion twice now. And I’ve been waiting for an entire year to headline and everyone says I have to wait my turn. And now I see what I’ve been waiting for, so, bravo. You haven’t rolled around with Laura Prepon for three whole weeks so -”
“You’re monologuing a little.” Charlize, still lying in the corner, tentatively held up a finger. “Do I get to break things up or are you –“
“NO!” The blonde bombshell clenched her fists and sneered. “You talk enough! You talk everyone to death all the fucking time! I’m sick of your mouth and I’m sick of you taking up space around here and you know what? This week I realized that I’m not the only one.”
Charlize took a deep, slow breath and cooly scanned the greedy, anticipating faces that were surrounding the ring –some through the opposite ramp, a couple behind Elisha, and a couple through opposite sides of the crowd.
“And suddenly it’s a party. Let’s see what we have here.”
Her eyes fell over Lindsay Lohan and a grinning Michelle Rodriguez first…
“A couple of crazy bitches that would get dripping wet beating up their own grandmothers.”
…and then Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis on opposite sides of the ring.
“And a couple of your BFFs that want payback but could NEVER do it themselves.”
…and then she scanned over the last face and laughed.
“And one little loser that’s just happy anywhere her face isn’t on the top of the menu.”
Rachel Bilson looked around the room, her lips already starting to twist up with rage and frustration.
“That’s ENOUGH! I’m NOT a loser! Fuck you! People would just pick on me when I wasn’t ready… all the time! But I don’t have to take this from you ever again!”
Charlize stood up on shaking legs and brushed her midsection with the back of her hand.
“These bitches are gonna use you like a bicycle seat the first night one of them is in heat. And Lindsay’s right there, so I don’t even give you through midnight.”
“I mean, I’ve had Mila a couple of times, and she’s amazing.” Kunis paced on the outside of the ring, screeching and fuming. “But I’ve ridden on your face so many times that I get wet just looking at you. Your tongue probably knows every curve in my body by now. Do you start to taste me when I talk to you, or have so many girls cum in your throat that it all blends together?”
“Hey.” Natalie padded her way over to Rachel, who was already on the edge of a breakdown. “Take a deep breath and relax. She’s trying to psych you out and stall for as much time as humanly possible, because there’s six of us and she can barely stand up. And we’re *letting her*,” she said with a bit of edge in her voice, “because it’s not going to make any difference.”
Charlize grimaced. She was right of course. The odds would have been ugly even if Elisha had brought in a pack of twelve-year olds. But she’d gotten a tough little bunch…
“Elisha… I really have nothing else to say to you. You need to take the wicked witch here and the rest of the lollipop guild and hike back up Munchkin Mountain before I get really upset with you twerps.”
Elisha snarled and closed in on the ramp. The other girls took the signal and swarmed the ring apron.
“None of that fucking Munchkin stuff, okay? WE’RE DOLLHOUSE. Don’t worry, you’re gonna have it on the tip of your tongue in a few seconds.”
Charlize limped to the middle of the ring as the girls climbed the apron – Elisha closed her fist. The girls charged. Charlize gathered the last of her energy, spun around on her heel and brutally smashed her elbow through Rachel’s jaw. Even the other girls cringed in shock as Bilson went down in an awkward mess, limbs flying everywhere – the only people who kept the attack going without missing a beat were Michelle, who drove a couple of fists into the champion’s midsection, and Elisha herself, who tried to sweep Charlize’s legs out, but eventually settled for just driving her into the turnbuckle.
Charlize gritted her teeth miserably as Lindsay was already between her legs, clawing at her midsection and desperately trying to slide a hand inside her tights. If she was at 100%, she would have locked in a scissors and crushed the brat’s head like a misbehaving grape, but Elisha was pulling her legs and trying to drag her down to the turnbuckle, Mila was clawing at her eyes, Michelle was going for some kind of wacky fucking armbar she’d probably seen on YouTube somewhere.
She groaned in frustration, feeling every bit like a gazelle in a nature video…
Before she was distracted by a loud CLANG and a shriek - no theme music or grand entrance, but Kristen Stewart had somehow rushed into the already crowded proceedings with a steel chair, smashing Mila in the shoulder.
“Look at all these fucking tough girls!” Kristen snarled and wound up again. Elisha fearlessly stepped forward, but Kristen wound back and smashed the holy devil out of the Dollhouse ringleader, knocking her back a couple of steps. To make matters worse, she tripped on Rachel’s still comatose body and landed flat on her back.
Charlize felt a wave of relief that at least SOMEBODY in the locker room wasn’t quietly celebrating her getting knocked down a peg, along with a wave of dread – even at 4.5 vs. 2, the odds were still terrible.
She gritted her teeth. “No, no, get out of here.”
Kristen dropped the chair, grabbed at her arm, and pulled. It was a dumb plan - she should have brought a baseball bat or pepper spray or something - but she wasn’t going to come all the way out here and leave her friend to dry. “Come on!”
Charlize, finally seeing a possible way out, tried to slide herself through the ropes, but the Dolls were swarming her and Natalie was hammering her in the stomach like it was a punching bag. She was already in agony, but Lindsay finally burrowed her hand into Charlize’s bottoms and dug her hands into her mound with a brutal crotch claw, laughing manically every step of the way.
Thinking quickly, Mila Kunis rolled under the ring, stepped between Kristen’s legs and wrapped her arms around her hips, trying to pull her off the apron.
Lindsay leaned through the ropes and started chewing on Charlize’s fingers. Apparently the depravity here was enough to shock Kristen Stewart – her eyes flew ALL the way open.
“You fucking gross bitch! STOP IT!”
Finally, the grip weakened altogether and Mila pulled her off the apron, hoisting her up for a second before powerbombing her to the barely padded concrete below. Kristen’s head landed with a sickening thud and Mila smiled wildly, jumping and posing as if she’s just hoisted her up by herself. Lindsay rolled under the ropes and started swarming Kristen, jumping in the air and landing her Chuck Taylor’s all over Kristen’s skull and neck. She tried to put her hands up and defend herself, but Lindsay smelled blood in the water and put her legs to work, fiercely stomping the resistance out of the Twilight star.
Mila nodded with approval while Kristen moaned in agony. “Help me pick her up, I wanna do it again.”
Lindsay licked her lips and snatched a still winching Kristen up by the hair, and hammered her across the back with two or three devastating forearms. Mila joined in on the target, slamming fists into her head and back. Finally, when Kristen was no longer moving and barely standing on her own, together they reached around her midsection, heaved upwards, and pulled her up into a double powerbomb.
“Say goodnight, bitch!”
Kristen let out a listless moan as the Dolls took a step forward and threw her into the steel barricade with a loud clang. The people around her groaned with sympathy, but Mila just bit her lip, sadistic excitement coursing through her body.
“Amazing! That bitch is FINISHED.” Mila reached out and roughly squeezed Lindsay on the rear. “That’s what we’re paying you for.”
Lindsay purred and stepped into Mila’s grasp, wrapping an arm around the starlet’s waist. “For you baby? I would have done this shit for free.”
She darted the tip of her tongue across Mila’s lips and squeezed around her waist. Mila gave just the slightest arch of her eyebrows in return.
Lindsay walked over to Kristen, who was barely moving after the sudden, brutal beating.
“Shit, is your lip swollen? Because that’s really convenient.”
Mila cackled in wicked admiration as Lindsay bounced her hips back and forth, slowly pulling her shorts down and kicking them off along with her tennis shoes. Kristen weakly held her hands up and mumbled something.
“Down bitch!” Lindsay just avalanched her, pressing her body flat on top of her. She leaned down and pressed her forearm on Kristen’s midsection before grinding down onto Kristen’s face, squashing her arms flat with her heavy thighs. She worked in a slow, deliberate grind and let her dripping, barely covered sex go to work on Kristen’s features, leaning back and using her victim’s tits for balance. “In fact, you can get ALL the way down, bitch.”
Kristen squeaked in agony but it was drowned out by Lindsay’s longer, louder lower pitched moan as the victim’s hot breath made first contact with her pussy. She grabbed Kristen’s hair and savagely pulled upwards, crushing her nose and lips tight against her pubic bone.
Lindsay looked over her shoulder at Mila and bit her lip. “Are you still playing fuckin’ hard to get?”
Mila let out a whisper-quiet moan watching Lindsay’s hips thrusting back and forth before pulling her shirt off. None of the Dolls had worn a lot of layers tonight – for obvious reasons! “I just gave you a head start in case you couldn’t handle me.”
“Kiss my ass.” Lindsay gave herself a couple of hard spanks, ignoring the girl still weakly kicking her legs underneath her. “You’re already breathing heavy.”
Mila slowly and deliberately pulled her clothes off. Lindsay watched, greedily sliding back and forth and enjoying the sights.
Charlize wasn’t enjoying much of anything at the moment. Michelle had abandoned the YouTube hold and had locked on a simpler (but still excruciating) chicken wing, Natalie Portman had her legs tied up, and Elisha was standing over her, kicking her and barking orders.
Elisha glared bullets at the last Dollhouse member. “RACHEL! Fucking hold her down right now!”
Rachel was dizzy and still looked like she wanted to throw up, but she scrambled onto Charlize’s back and the three of them held her on her knees long enough for Elisha to backpedal and hit the Oscar winner with a devastating soccer kick that sent her to the ground in an ugly heap.
Rachel rolled off of Charlize, holding her hand and shaking it miserably – apparently Elisha clipped it with the soccer kick. Before she could pull herself up to survey the damage, Elisha grabbed her by the hair and dragged her away from Charlize’s pulverized body.
“Shit! You’re hurting me!”
Elisha threw her into the turnbuckle and pressed up close against her with their noses almost touching. Elisha put her hands on her hips, almost tasting the fear that dripped off Rachel. “Do you know how to follow instructions?”
Rachel leaned so far back it almost seemed like she would fall out of the ring. “Yes?”
“The only reason I let you in Dollhouse is because Mila and me couldn’t think of anybody in the whole world more humiliating to have on Charlize’s face. So unless you wanna keep being the biggest wimp in this locker room by yourself, you’ll do what I tell you and get out of the way.” Elisha swung her hand back and slapped her across the teeth. Rachel blinked a couple of tears out of her eyes, but as she did, she noticed Elisha was still there with her hands on her hips.
“WELL?”
“I will.”
Elisha wound back and slapped her again. “You’ll WHAT?”
“I’ll do what you tell me!” Elisha shoved her and walked away. For a flash of a moment, Rachel thought about jumping on Elisha’s back and trying to choke her out or SOMETHING. It wasn’t fair – all of the Dolls bossed her around, and not one of them treated her like a threat.
But really, who was she kidding? Elisha would just shake her off, break her arms, and ride her right next to Theron. Plus, she couldn’t fight any of these girls by themselves, let alone 2 or 3 of them together. Sighing deeply, she headed back over to the circle.
Michelle laughed at the whole situation. “We’re sitting here on Miss Big Mouth herself and you’re all the way over there trying to get a win over what’s her face. You dumb bitch.”
Elisha gave her a light kick before sitting down and pressing her weight on Charlize’s bare midsection. “Fuck you. Hurry up.”
Michelle slapped Charlize on the cheeks with both hands before lifting her hips and easing herself back down, spreading her cheeks and finding a perfect and comfortable position on her barely twitching face. She finally froze in place for a second, rolled her eyes and started scrubbing back and forth. “Yeah, that’s enough foreplay, baby.”
Michelle laughed to herself and slithered on top of Charlize harder than ever, slapping her a couple of times on the tits and working herself into an amazing rhythm over the next couple of minutes. She slid back and forth and grabbed Charlize’s chin , pressing it tight against her as Michelle worked her own swelling clit with her palm.
Elisha pressed her lips together and ran her finger across Charlize’s under wear. “Look at how much she’s enjoying herself.”
Michelle squeezed one eye open. “She don’t feel like she’s enjoying a whole lot down there.”
But Elisha ignored her, shuffling between Charlize’s legs and sliding her bottoms apart, probing a couple of fingers and sneering at the result. “She’s wet as hell! And she’s enjoying this way too much.”
She shuffled between Charlize’s legs and cocked a fist back… and then a light bulb went off in the back of her head and she took a softer approach, sliding in a couple of fingers, thrusting and slowly curling them inward.
Natalie meanwhile, just propped herself on an elbow and enjoyed the double feature going on both in and outside of the ring.
Michelle bit her lip and started to shake and she ground her clit on Charlize’s beaten face – no longer able to hold herself together, she exploded into a slow orgasm on the canvas. She squeezed her eyes shut and let off a couple of slow thrusts before goofily toppling off.
“I could do that all night long.”
Elisha didn’t wait too long before shuffling onto Charlize’s chest and slapping her a couple of times. “Are you awake or what?”
Viciously mounting Charlize, she snarled at Rachel, who was still a few feet away from the action. “I want her awake. Get down there and LICK.”
After a long pause, Rachel shuffled forwards. Elisha and Rachel locked eyes, and Bilson’s stomach turned – she was making her relive all this on purpose, for her own kicks. She thought about getting up and storming off right there… Mila and Lindsay were grinding their pussies together, stroking each other’s faces… practically fucking on top of Kristen’s squirming body. Elisha was sitting on Charlize’s nose, baring her teeth, breathing heavily, arousal and aggression both surging inside of her.
“Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” Michelle started to push Rachel out of the way and help herself, but Elisha abruptly grabbed her by the shoulder.
“No. She has to do it.” Rachel looked around. With one wrong move, she could be lying here right next to them, serving some snotty bitch. Tasting their sweat, swallowing their stubble, taking all their verbal abuse, just the right words that always seemed to last longer than any beating…
No! She wouldn’t go through that ever again. Even if she had to obey Elisha’s every whim, even if she had to lick her abuser’s pussy one more time, it would be worth it if she could be a winner even for a few seconds. She just knew that she could know how it felt just once, it would change everything and be a fresh start.
She took a deep breath and leaned down, pressing her face into Charlize’s mound and tasting it.
The scent was overpowering. She cringed as the fluids stuck to her tongue. She was shocked at how much of it was down there, glistening between her legs and dripping down her thighs.
But she powered on. Charlize’s inner muscles tensed, and she seemed to get wetter, her thighs shaking in anticipation. Was she getting off on this?
Rachel winced. This wasn’t anything like she’d wanted. She’d always imagined that Charlize would just lie there flat, or struggle uselessly or something. But down here, she seemed like she was still alive and taunting her.
Even now, Rachel had the tongue of a victim and Charlize had the pussy of a dominant alpha female – she was just servicing her from a different position.
Rachel closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to smell and taste as little of her as possible, but she seemed to keep getting wetter. Rachel didn’t pull up until it felt like she was drowning.
Laughing, Elisha slowly slid off Charlize and clapped her hands a couple of times. “Now finish her off.”
Charlize gave her a weak mumble as Rachel awkwardly climbed on top of her. “How’d it smell?” Something about the way she said it brought the memories rushing it and the nectar turned to acid inside her. She started to panic – it wasn’t supposed to happen like this…
Before Rachel knew it, an awful churning rose in her stomach – she pitched to the side and threw up on the canvas. It wasn’t much, but it was enough…
Elisha had been enjoying Bilson’s little breakdown, but throwing up right on the site of her greatest conquest was one step too far. She screeched and pulled herself up to her feet.
“You’re fucking DISGUSTING!” She screeched, slamming Rachel’s skull with a devastating running punt. Rachel curled into a ball, holding her head and sobbing. Elisha was completely merciless, stomping down on her with kicks all over and finally standing with one leg over each side of her body. ”We did EVERYTHING for you, all you had to do was SIT and you couldn’t even do that?”
Ignoring Rachel’s squeals and please for mercy, she lifted her up by the hair, wrapped her arms around the waist, and hefted her up into a piledriver position before stepping her legs one by one in front of Rachel’s arms. She held Rachel there for another second, letting her feel what was coming…
“You’re the weakest fucking loser I’ve ever met!”
She jumped forward face-first, crushing Rachel’s skull and midsection with the “White Out” spinal tap and dismissively rolling her away from the spot of vomit near the middle of the ring. Natalie cringed as the ring shook with the impact, but slowly applauded the brutality, like an audience warming up to a risqué joke.
“You know, I was thinking about letting this particular person go. I mean, her face is a little bit drippy now.” Natalie disdainfully traced a finger around Charlize’s features, picking up both Michelle and Elisha’s juices. “And I thought my first time taking her for a ride should be a special moment.”
Natalie’s eyes drifted to Mila and Lindsay, who were using poor Kristen like a ragdoll. They’d reversed positions - Mila was cupping Kristen’s head with her feet and smashing up and down on her nose while Lindsay had her folded up like an accordion, rudely shoving her fist into Kristen’s pussy. The sight was garish, but…
“But you know? Fuck it.” She grabbed a still barely-conscious Charlize by the hair and shivered her with a completely unneeded forearm, sending her back to the mat with a thud and slithering on top of her.
Meanwhile, Mila and Lindsay were vigorously ignoring the very alive and struggling girl underneath them.
“You’re trying to slow down,” Mila panted.
“No I’m not.” Mila pulled her around the waist and slowly pulled her closer and closer until their beads pressed together. Lindsay’s eyes darted open in shock as Mila’s clit swelled up in pride, pushing hers back by the slightest amount – invisible to everyone but the two of them. Lindsay tried to lean backwards in shock but Mila pulled them back together with a rough slap.
“Oh shit.”
“Open your mouth.”
All thoughts of actually “winning” the sexfight passed from Lindsay’s head for a few seconds as Mila’s tongue slowly glided across her lips and into her mouth. Lindsay went completely limp except for her hands – stroking Mila’s hair, touching her shoulder blades, digging into the muscles on her back with each motion.
Mila leaned up on her haunches and started to take control, overpowering Lindsay and starting to rock back and forth, pressing their pussies together and grinding their clits together on every pass, as Lindsay's responded along with her every move, in total wonderland aside from her hips rocking in time.
Kristen was relieved to have the pressure off of her and took a few weak breaths, totally disgusted with the display on top of her.
“Are you going to cum for me again?”
“N…no?”
Mila just laughed and slowed her pace down, tracing a thumb down from her stomach right to the edge of her clit.
“Yeah, are you sure?”
Lindsay started shaking and she let out an uncharacteristically girlish whine as she let loose another orgasm – she’d already had a couple of smaller ones, but this one was like a tidal wave that flowed up her stomach and down her legs and through every inch of her body.
Mila launched herself at Lindsay and sent her sprawling on top of Kristen’s prone body – she whined as her hip bones were cruelly squashed flat, but both of them ignored her.
Lindsay’s head was completely swimming as Mila spread her legs and slipped her fingers into her warm, dripping pussy – the orgasm still rolling as wave after wave passed over her. Finally, Lindsay pulled away from Mila’s grip and pulled herself into a ball on the mat, looking almost as devastated as Kristen if you didn’t count the goofy smile spreading across her face.
Mila rolled off of Kristen too – it was just a bit disappointed that she had let Lindsay feel her up and get her distracted, because she would have loved to humiliate that bitch one on one. But she looked around at the other girls in the ring – all of them (except for fucking Rachel) were holding Charize by the hair, slapping her and screaming.
It was fine… if she and Elisha could keep that group together, they’d get plenty of other chances.
… six months later …
And like that, the smile faded with the memory, and a sterner expression crossed Charlize’s face.
“See, I’ve realized that you are no longer worthy of my love.”
She looked out into space for a second as if measuring her words, and finally taking satisfaction with them.
“The first time that idea dawned on me was right at the beginning of that whole Dollhouse thing. I’m kneeling there on the canvas with about three different layers of gunk on my face and Elisha fucking Cuthbert is slapping me across the face – who are we? – over and over again.
I knew what they were. A bunch of jealous pipsqueaks who thought it’d be easier to fight each other than to fight me.”
She shrugged.
“But you know what? That could apply to every single woman who sat on their hands while I was out there suffering. Were any of them grateful for me for being their leader? Their perfect example? And were any of you grateful to Kristen for putting herself on the line?”
A shake of the head.
“Of course not. Joe Six-Pack and Jill Popcorn and the rest of the rabble went back to treating her like my personal Scrappy-Doo. For whatever your reasons were. Too skinny. Not cool enough. You didn’t like Twilight. And it would probably be too simple for me to say that I'm doing all of this because you greedy ingrates wouldn't let me have one friend... or because everyone sat around enjoying themselves while I martyred myself night after night for a full calendar year. But if you're the kind of person who likes to think bad things happen for a reason, you can start with that.
And Kristen, uh... I'm going to be just as loyal to you. I’ll always be grateful for that day, and a dozen other days you probably don't even remember. I’d tear the whole world apart for you.
In fact… let’s start right now.”
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