The Good Place - Eleanor Shellstrop vs. Tahani Al-Jamil
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“Coat!”
Eleanor Shellstrop's slap sent Tahani's head sideways, ejecting saliva.
“Forking Coat”,
Tahani slapped back, and Eleanor staggered to the side, her face red with the impact.
This had been brewing for a long time. Ever since they both died and ended up in the "Good Place" (actually it’s the "Bad Place", but they didn’t know it yet), they had grown to dislike each other. Tahani regarded Eleanor as slobby, gutter trash. As usual, she was dressed in her usual T-shirt and yoga pants, told ya slob, Tahani thought. Tahani in an elegant taffeta yellow strapless dress, told ya, pretentious twat, Eleanor thought.
Tahani had, she thought, graciously invited her round to show her how civilised people lived and to help her prepare for the party. Eleanor had put all the knives and forks the wrong way round. When Tahani pointed this out, the phrase 'Stupid birch' may have been involved. Eleanor rebutted her using the phrase 'Stuck-up coat. The Good Place's rules did not allow swearing, so coat replaced another four-letter word beginning with 'C'. And then, as though being manipulated by an invisible being, Janet, it all kicked off.
After the exchange of blows, they both glared at each other, Eleanor touching her reddened cheek while Tahani straightened her chin. They stood there for a moment, fuming and then attacked.
“Coat!”
“Coat yourself!”
Both grabbed hair and bent to get their shots in. Tahani started kicking with her knees, and Eleanor swung punches into Tahani’s body.
Eleanor charged forward, driving Tahani into the bookshelf, the books tumbled off the shelves. A copy of “La recherche du temps perdu” bounced off Tahani’s head. This was especially painful, especially since she had never read it.
Incensed, Tahani grabbed Eleanor’s arm, swinging her onto the dining table. She skidded along the table, sending food, plates and cutlery flying. As Tahani jumped on the table to join her, Eleanor grabbed a fork, threatening Tahani with it.
Tahani dodged, swinging a punch. It hit Eleanor's jaw, knocking her onto her back. Clambering on top of Eleanor, Tahini grabbed a bottle and poured it on Eleanor’s face, then swinging the bottle, tried to bash the brains out of the blonde. After the fourth blow, the bottle smashed, and she tossed the useless bottle away. She didn't want to cut her, just bash her senseless. She helped herself to an undisturbed plate of canapes, smearing the pate on Eleanor’s face with relish.
Annoyed with the involuntary face mask. Yuck, she hated duck liver! And remembering she still held the fork, Eleanor stabbed Tahani in the side of her stomach. It didn’t cause any blood, but Tahani still screamed, regretting not using her chance to glass the bitch. Eleanor kicked; Tahini fell back arse first, into a bowl of gazpacho. Stunned at the sudden wet feeling on her arse.
Eleanor rose, pulling Tahani up by her dress. It ripped, and Tahani screamed as she tried to cover her bared tits. Holding her by the dress, Eleanor swung a slap at her face. Then a backhand. Tahani brought this to an end with a punch to Eleanor’s guts. Clutching her stomach, she backed up, falling off the end of the table. Her chin bounced off the edge of the table as she fell.
Tahani came after her. She went down on her bum and slid along the table, feet first, kicking Eleanor in the stomach with both feet. She felt like one of those WWE wrestlers. Groaning and clutching her stomach, Eleanor staggered back, bumping into an ice sculpture of the Dalai Lama that Tahani had ordered specially. Tahani slid off the table, swinging a haymaker. Eleanor ducked behind the statue, and Tahani’s fist crashed into the head of the statue.
“Fork!” screamed Tahani.
The Dalai Lama’s head fell to the floor, smashing into a thousand little pieces of ice. Angrily, Tahani kicked the statue, and it fell on top of Eleanor, trapping her. Seeing her foe helpless, Tahani kicked at her ribs.
Desperate to get out of this situation, Eleanor rolled the statue off her, into the path of an oncoming kick.
“Shirt!” screamed Tahani, hopping on one foot.
“Birch!” screamed Eleanor as she pushed Tahani back into the wall. Bouncing off the wall, she rushed to attack her foe as Eleanor rushed to meet her. With one hand, they grabbed each other's hair. The other hands interlocked with each other as they spun round and round. Slamming her knee into Tahani’s legs and where she had stabbed her with the fork while Tahani tried unsuccessfully to knock Eleanor’s head off.
They ended up in the kitchen. Still pounding at each other.
Tahani pushed Eleanor into the counter. Eleanor saw the cheeseboard. Reaching behind her, Eleanor grabbed a handful of Stinking Bishop cheese and smeared it all over Tahani's face.
"Stinking birch!"
Tahani grabbed the signature titanium frying pan, swinging it at Eleanor's chest.
"Fork!" screamed Eleanor as the frying pan pancaked her breasts.
Swinging again, the pan hit Eleanor in the face. The smack echoed around the kitchen as the pan resounded. Looking for revenge, Eleanor picked up the rest of the cheeseboard and swung it at Tahani's head. As Tahani staggered back, Eleanor charged into her belly, driving her to the floor.
Eleanor looked around and saw the tongs. She smiled. With a cry of joy, she clamped the tongs on Tahani's nipples and squeezed. Tahani's scream was inhuman as Eleanor started twisting the tongs while trying to rip the nipples off her body. Shame Eleanor thought, they were nice tits as well. She twisted harder, the flesh turning chalk white under the stress it was subjected to.
Tahani swung her fists together, impacting Eleanor’s head in the middle. She screamed as her eardrums reverberated. Not wanting to lose the advantage, she fired in with a left hook, then a right hook. Tahani was forced back. But when Eleanor charged in, Tahani grabbed Eleanor’s shirt, pulling it up over her head, trapping her, then fired kicks and punches at her helpless, struggling foe.
Eleanor pushed forward, banging Tahani into the bay window, which looked out over the garden.
Eleanor tore off the shirt, now wrapped just around her arms, leaving her bare to the waist.
“C’mon, birch. Come and get it!”. Eleanor snarled.
Eleanor swung her fist, and Tahani smashed back into the window.
Glancing down, Eleanor saw the cricket bat. Why would she have a cricket bat? What is cricket? Grinning, she picked it up.
Eleanor swung the bat with both hands. It smashed into Tahani's torso. She grunted, staggering against the glass of the bay window. Then Eleanor raised her aim higher. For a moment, Tahani looked at Eleanor, guessing her intention.
"No", she whispered.
"Yes", said Eleanor.
She swung the bat, smashing it into Tahani’s head, and her blood and spit spray-painted the window. As her head crashed into the window, it shattered in a spatter of broken glass, and she was sent flying back through the broken window into the pool of mud lying outside. Where did that come from? She wondered as she splashed into the mud, I don’t remember having that there.
“Oh, nice swing…”. Michael said admiringly. He was watching intently at the image Janet had conjured up. Janet knew everything that was going on in the "Good Place" that Michael had created. She immediately let him know that his little side-experiment had borne fruit.
“…that’s gotta hurt”.
“The idea came to me last night…”. Michael enthused, knocked out by his brilliant plan.
“…I missed the olden days when you could have your liver pecked out by an Eagle, or you’d be condemned to roll a boulder up a hill for all eternity. You know, we used to have proper individualised punishments, but since we got the new management, we don’t do that anymore...”
“And it got me thinking. Everyone talks about the suffering that awaits you here, but nobody spares a thought for the poor demons that have to administer the suffering, day in, day out, for all eternity. What if we could get the humans to save us the effort and beat each other up?".
“…They’re dead. If they were not in this experiment, they'd be boiled alive in molten lava or have their livers ripped out by an eagle. Their avatars are designed to be indestructible".
Janet grinned, “Having your liver eaten by an eagle or having a pair of tongs tear your nipples off...".
"...Six of one..." She shrugged.
“...makes sense, this is a lot more fun than watching a load of people getting boiled alive in lava”.
“Who do you think will win?”. Michael enquired.
“Hmmm, it’s hard to choose. A big-headed pretentious air-head versus a lying thieving piece of white trash. I’m torn...”. Janet made a pretend sad face.
"...still, it's fun to watch, and the other demons have been speculating on this for quite a while. The mud was a special request".
“Barbatos?” asked Michael.
“Yeah”, said Janet.
“Figures”, said Michael.
Eleanor stood still for a moment, shocked by what she had just done. Then she saw Tahani’s mud-covered body slowly rising. Throwing away the bat, Eleanor leapt through the broken window, aiming to land on top of Tahani. Instead, her stomach landed on Tahani’s raised foot. Tahani straightened out her leg and Eleanor was catapulted back onto her ass; she skidded along in the mud until coming to a stop.
Eleanor charged towards Tahani, her head down, but her mud-soaked yoga pants began to fall around her ankles, and she tripped. Cackling at Eleanor's misfortune, Tahani stuffed Eleanor’s head between her thighs, then she picked Eleanor's arse up by her thong, the slut. Eleanor wailed as the material cut into her crotch, her legs flailing uselessly. Tahani was crowing as she jerked the thin material up, the thong stretching like dental floss; she felt like her pussy was being cut in half with cheese wire. Then, her head smashed into the mud as Tahani dropped her with a piledriver.
As Eleanor sat up, scraping the mud from her eyes. Tahani swung a kick at Elenor’s head. It hit with a wet smack, sending her sideways, on her hands. Tahani swung another kick, but Eleanor ducked.
“Fork you, bank!”. Eleanor shouted.
Swinging from the kick on the slippery mud, Tahani overbalanced and fell to the mud with a splash as Eleanor rose. Vengeance was on her mind, as the overstretched thong started slipping down her legs. Angrily, she stepped out of the thong, the mud providing her with an all-over body suit, and wrapped the thong around Tahani’s throat.
“Eat shirt, Birch!” She shouted as she tightened her grip.
“Eaarrgghh!”. Tahani gasped as she tried to pull the thong away from her throat. Eleanor jerked the thong tighter, digging into her flesh. Tahani's eyes bugged out as she struggled for breath.
Then, looking down scooped up a handful of mud and threw it up into Eleanor’s face. Blinding her, she cried out. As the makeshift garrotte loosened, Tahani threw her elbow back into Eleanor’s crotch. Eleanor’s eyes crossed, her hands going down to her crotch as she sank to her knees. She looked up at the grinning birch, who was so pleased with what she had done. She wasn’t so pleased as Eleanor’s uppercut swung straight into her crotch.
Tahani fell to her knees in pain, her mouth open, gasping.
Eleanor shoved Tahani to the muddy floor. Then, jumping on top, started raining down slaps. She bounced wildly on Tahani's stomach, swinging her entire body, forehand then backhand.
Tahani wrapped her bare legs around Eleanor’s waist and squeezed. She gasped in pain. Sitting up, she swung a blow into Tahani’s head. Tahani fell back into the mud; her scissors weakened. Tahani tried to crawl away.
“Come here, birch!” Eleanor growled. As she grabbed at Tahani’s panties, pulling them down her legs. Triumphantly she waved the panties above her head as she delivered a thunderous slap to Tahani’s bare ass.
Then she jumped on Tahani’s back, pulling her hair. Unable to support the weight, she collapsed into the mud under the weight with a cry.
Rolling Tahani over so that she was underneath, looking up. Eleanor reached for the mud-covered breasts and pulled. Tahani screamed as her breasts were stretched to their limits.
Tahani reached down between her legs and clawed at Eleanor’s crotch. Eleanor screamed loud enough to wake the dead as the fingers penetrated her delicate flesh.
”You dirty shore!”. Eleanor wailed as she released the breasts.
“Do you think the fact that they’re indestructible has brought out their inner savage?" Michael asked.
“Oh yes”, Janet said proudly.
“Give up!” Tahani demanded as she jerked her fingers, violating Eleanor as hard as she could.
Eleanor wailed in pain and agony.
“Give up!”
Eleanor dissolved into tears.
“Yes”.
"Not good enough"
She turned Eleanor's head, pressing her down into the mud. Eleanor spluttered. Tahani bore down with all her weight. Eleanor managed to get her head above the mud, she gasped for air. Tahani shoved her down harder, her arms trembling with the effort. Eleanor slapped the mud with fury. The slaps got weaker. Eventually, the slaps stopped, and the spluttering was silenced.
Tahini released her hold, and Eleanor was still. Getting up, Tahini rolled Eleanor over and sat down, pinning her between her thighs. Immobilising her arms.
"1..2...3...4...5" counted Janet.
"Arrggghhh", cried Eleanor as she came round.
Tahini's body tingled with the thrill of victory, she could feel her nipples rock hard. Only one thing could make her victory more complete. Smirking, she looked down at Eleanor, who was looking up at her between her thighs, with a resigned look on her face.
"Well now", said Tahani. Imagining it was her ‘beloved’ sister lying there, she dreamt about what humiliating acts she would make Eleanor do.
"Well now", said Eleanor. She had quickly figured out what she would probably have to do.
"What do we do now, you pay..."
"...aaaeeeeeeii!"
Tahani never got to finish the sentence. She squealed with delight as Eleanor's head shot forward, kissing her pussy in a full-on snog, with tongues.
Eleanor's tongue traced slow, warm, moist circles around Tahani’s clit before plunging deeper. Her hands reached out for those nipples she had tried to tear off, now she was lovingly fondling those moist mud mud-covered breasts. The mud made them so nice, so easy to caress, so pretty. Tahani cried out, her hips bucking, her fingers intertwined in Eleanor’s blonde hair.
“Oh god, don’t stop…”
“I can't”. Eleanor thought, feeling Tahani's excitement, was turning her on, too. She couldn't stop now. Her hand went down to her pleasure palace as she intensified her efforts on Tahani. She felt her nether regions moistening.
Tahani could feel her mind slipping, the warm tongue inside, the hands gently caressing her breasts. She realised she was whimpering like a baby.
I'm gonna cum...
She felt the gentle, warm rhythm inside her. The warmth built into a fire. The fire turned into an inferno.
Oh my God, I'mgonnacumsohard.JESUSJOSEPHMARYANDTHEWEELITTLEDONKEY!With a strangled cry, Tahani's brain splattered as her orgasm hit her like a ten-ton truck. Her senses overloaded, her body convulsing, the mud splashing.
It was a chain reaction; Tahani's climax pushed Eleanor over the edge. The orgasm washed over her, not as dramatically as Tahani's, but just as intensely. Her head dropped back into the mud, and she let out a contented gasp. Tahini fell backwards into the mud, in a zoned-out state of bliss. Lying there, an ecstatic smile on her face as she started making mud angels.
They lay there for a while.
"You got a cigarette?" Eleanor asked, breaking the silence.
"There's one over there". Tahani pointed to the packet of cigarettes and a lighter lying by the
Mud pool.
Eleanor moved over to the packet, silently cursing that she hadn’t tried for a joint. Lighting two cigarettes, she offered one to Tahani.
"You want one? It's not going to kill you". She giggled.
Tahani hesitated, then thought, ‘Well, I’ve just wrestled naked in a pool of mud…And I’ve still not been kicked out of the Good Place. I’ve never smoked, but she’s right, it can’t kill me’. She took the offered cigarette.
"Thanks".
They both smoked their cigarettes in silence until Eleanor broke it.
"Y'know, you fight pretty good for a stuck-up prissy birch"
"I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that in my life!" was the reply.
They continued with their cigarettes.
“Well, that didn’t turn out like I planned”, Michael said, disappointed.
“It was a good idea…” he concluded, “But I forgot to take into account how much naked women, wrestling in mud, is a turn-on!”.
“Reset?” asked Janet.
“Yes”, resignedly said Michael.
Eleanor was standing in the reception. It looked like a reception. She saw the sign,
“Welcome! Everything is fine”.
Where was she? She remembered dropping a bottle of margarita mix and bending down to pick it up, and then…Not much.
A man walked up to her, dressed in a smart suit.
“Hello, Eleanor. I am Michael and you are dead”.
