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Meagan Good vs Kaley Cuoco



The two beauties, their bodies soaked with sweat and their lungs panting for breath, circled one another in crouches, their hands up and ready.  It had been a bruising and exhausting battle, and both women were now drawing upon their dwindling dregs of strength.  Each knew the end had to come soon, because neither could continue like this much longer.

For all of her fatigue, Meagan exuded nothing but supreme self-confidence.  With a cocky smirk, she taunted her opponent.  "Babydoll, you're looking rough.  I don't think you've got anything left in the tank."

Her face a mask of fierce determination, Kaley rasped, "Let me show you what I've got."  With that she leapt toward her rival.  At any point earlier in the match, Couco's viper swiftness would have served her well.  But now, weary as she was, she felt as if she was moving in slow motion.  She was certainly slow enough for Good, despite her own exhaustion, to prepare to receive her, which she did by side-stepping the blonde's effort to wrap her arms around her adversary, coupled with a knee lift up into Kaley's belly, drawing a sharp grunt of exhalation.

"Ain't got much," Meagan says with a scoffing laugh.

With Cuoco now doubling over as she gasped for breath, Meagan wrapped her arms around her waist to keep her in that position, and she threw two more kneelifts up to her victim's belly.  With a moan, the blonde sank to one knee, gulping for air.

Meagan smiled as she grabbed Kaley by her tangled golden mane and yanked her upright, then spun Cuoco around so that she faced away from the brunette.  Now standing behind her opponent, Good pulled Kaley's left arm up behind her back, and snaked her own arm across the blonde's throat.  With a sneer, she purred into her rival's ear, "You know you're no match for me, and now I'm gonna punish you bad for pretending that you ever were."

But Kaley's only response was to suddenly drive her right elbow hard into Meagan's belly, causing her to grunt painfully and release her adversary as she stumbled backward.  Cuoco then spun around, delivering a whipcrack chop across Good's breasts, making them bounce wildly as the victim let out a sharp whine.

Adrenaline now pumping through her veins, Kaley followed up with three kneelifts to her rival's belly, doubling the gasping Meagan over.  Dipping her knees, Cuoco then slipped under her bent-over opponent and, with a defiant roar, straightened up, lifting Meagan up on her shoulders!  The blonde stood there for several long moments, her magnificent body holding aloft her adversary as a huntress displayed her captured prey.  The spectators sat there in mesmerized silence.

Suddenly, the blonde leaned forward and slammed Good to the penthouse floor, the brunette's lush body bouncing from the impact, and she then lay there on the carpet, dazed and mewling.

"You want to talk about who's a match for who, bitch?" Kaley snarls to the woman splayed at her feet.  "You want to see punishment?  Suits me fine!"  The blonde then starts to stomp away with her foot at her victim's body again and again, each merciless blow to her belly, breasts and face obliterating what scant iotas of power that Good still possessed, leaving her weeping and whimpering. 

Finally it was clear that Meagan was only barely conscious, and no longer capable of fighting.  Kaley stopped unleashing her stomps, and suddenly the fury that animated her melts away, and a smile comes to her lips.  With the back of her hand she wipes sweat from her forehead, then derisively flicks the perspiration droplets onto her beaten rival, followed by a little victory dance.

[the_walkin_dude]

The blonde stood there for several long moments, her magnificent body holding aloft her adversary as a huntress displayed her captured prey. 

I could read AHW stories for the rest of my life and I'd never get tired of a line like that. Considering the technology available to us these days I'd have to guess the easiest way to disseminate such an image to the public at large would be via social media (Twitter or TikTok seem most likely) and yet deep in my heart I think the best way to get this out to interested parties would be via the cover art on some late 30's era pulp magazine, something with a title like VELVET CLAWS or SHE LUSTS FOR BATTLE. And now that I've mulled such a thing, I kinda want to attempt a story in that vein.

Anyhoo, just a long-winded way of saying excellent work, good sir.

~rf

PS. Kaley just stomping Meagan into surrender? OUCH.

[Finish her]

Troian goes big, and doesn't go home

Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU

Jameela Jamil




If Florence Pugh was a sturdy tank of a woman, then Jameela was a sumptuous banquet of heavy caramel curves. Giving up size, Troi had fought off her back most of the hour plus they’d been going at it. On the She Hulk set this time, a bedroom, only with an open space where the fourth wall would be, a smattering of MCU luminaries sat around watching.

“Bitch,” Jameela said.

Barely a whisper.

She’d been calling Troian a bitch from the moment they tumbled onto the bed and the Liar had scissored up Jamil’s right leg good and tight. As an insult (‘skinny little bitch’), as a shriek of frustration (‘Biiittccchhhh’), as a threat (‘I’ll spank you raw bitch’). Now the big Brit sounded totally drained, not enough strength in her voice to even raise a ripple in Troi’s sweat soaked hair.

All four pillows were scattered on the floor. The bedding was piled up at the bottom of the mattress. Jameela was on top of Troain, but it was far from a dominant position and indeed for a long time it had been Troi’s choice to take the weight. The Brit had worked so, so hard. Pulling one leg out from between Troi’s clamp only to find the Liar’s thighs wrapped round the other one a few seconds later. Lowering those giant breasts for a smother and then yelping as Bellisario managed to turn her head and sink her teeth into Jamil’s arm instead. If Jameela had the smarts and experience to match her physical gifts she’d have pulverized Troi’s legs on the carpet then dealt with her on the bed at her leisure. Instead she’d bogged down in the long sweaty minutes of body on body.

Brown eyes alert, Troian began slowly to inch herself out from underneath Jamil’s weight. Sweltering bellies that had been in constant contact for the last half hour, now shifted ever so slightly. Fingers loosened in ragged tangles of hair. Nipples bent then straightened as Troi’s tits slid against Jameela’s heavy pair. After a few quiet minutes of this maneuvering, Bellisario was halfway clear. She blew her breath out, strands of hair lifting off of her face. Looking down the bed at the swell of Jamil’s ass, she snaked her right hand down their bodies and took a tight handful of Jameela’s panties.

Then came the sudden frenzy of movement. As the wedgie buried Jamil’s underwear between her cheeks, Troian pulled hard to her right while at the same time swinging her free left leg and levering her arm to turn Jameela onto her back. The bed squeaked and shifted underneath them but the Liar  rode it out, knees coming down either side of Jameela’s head as she pushed her pussy into the bigger woman’s face.

“Breathe it,” she panted. Relief flooded her body as she realized the gamble had paid off, Jamil was done. “Fucking smell it, bitch.” She pinned the Brit’s arms under her shins then reached behind her and started to slap some pink into Jameela’s fleshy, voluptuous thighs. It was piling on, no doubt about that, but it had been trench warfare between them for most of the fight. And besides, somewhere, Brie was watching.

With that thought in mind, Troi swung herself round, pulled her panties down far enough to bare her ass, then sat down on Jameela’s face.

[the_walkin_dude]

Troian goes big, and doesn't go home

Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU

Jameela Jamil

Then came the sudden frenzy of movement. As the wedgie buried Jamil’s underwear between her cheeks, Troian pulled hard to her right while at the same time swinging her free left leg and levering her arm to turn Jameela onto her back. The bed squeaked and shifted underneath them but the Liar  rode it out, knees coming down either side of Jameela’s head as she pushed her pussy into the bigger woman’s face.

“Breathe it,” she panted. Relief flooded her body as she realized the gamble had paid off, Jamil was done. “Fucking smell it, bitch.” She pinned the Brit’s arms under her shins then reached behind her and started to slap some pink into Jameela’s fleshy, voluptuous thighs. It was piling on, no doubt about that, but it had been trench warfare between them for most of the fight. And besides, somewhere, Brie was watching.

With that thought in mind, Troi swung herself round, pulled her panties down far enough to bare her ass, then sat down on Jameela’s face.

Hold the phone, a Troian story where she exhausts a sturdy foe, then punishes her with a vindictive wedgie and finishes off with an equally spiteful Reverse Face Sit?

What a delightful surprise to cap off the weekend, many thanks for sharing!

~rf

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HWA FLASHBACK 1964:  Annette Funicello vs. Margaret Nolan





What had begun as a regular wrestling match between 'America's Sweetheart' and 'Britain's Golden Girl' had erupted into a bruising battle of mounting hatred between the two curvaceous combatants, stemming from before the opening bell even rang:  After the referee had called the two to center ring to go over the rules, a sweetly smiling Margaret offered her hand to Annette, who happily accepted it...and suddenly found her opponent grasping her hand tightly, while with her other hand she landed a sharp slap across the brunette's face!  That got Annette's temper flaring.  And as the match moved past the 20 minute mark, both Annette and Margaret had proven themselves too evenly matched for one to control the bout for long against the other.

At this particular moment, it was raven-haired Annette who was in command, as she Irish whipped her opponent into the corner.  Flaxen-maned Margaret's face twisted into a grimace as her spine took the impact, and as Funicello rushed toward her to press her advantage, the blonde Brit lifted her right leg and placed it between the ropes.  The referee immediately stepped between the two, ordering Annette to move back...but she was too infuriated with her rival, and not about to let her avoid punishment by hiding in the ropes.  So the brunette pushed forward, pressing the ref between her and Nolan.  But from the position he was in between the pair, the official could not see Margaret lashing out with her left arm and raking her nails across Annette's eyes.

With a shriek, the blinded brunette stumbled back, and Nolan shoved the ref out of her way so that she could get to her target.  Instinctively, Funicello had turned herself 180 degrees, offering her back for the almost certain attack to come, her battle wits telling her that offered the most protection.  Still, that protection was scant as Margaret slammed a double axe handle blow between her foe's shoulder blades.  Staggering forward with a pained moan, Annette struggled to not fall to her knees...which suited Margaret just fine, and she delighted in taking her adversary down to the mat herself with a snap mare.

Now, grabbing Funicello's dark hair, the blonde forced her rival up to all fours and walked her over to the ropes.  There, she draped Annette's throat across the middle cable and turned away from her, even as she leaned her derriere across her foe's back, pressing her down and choking her.  Simultaneously, Nolan began to animatedly argue with the ref, distracting him from her highly illegal choke move.  The official finally noticed Funicello's flailing arms and ordered the British bombshell to break the hold, or else suffer disqualification.

Margaret waited until the full count of four before she stepped away from her victim, allowing the red-faced Funicello to at last draw breath.  Arms draped over the middle rope, her head hung low as she panted heavily for air, the American was ripe for finishing off.  But instead, the haughty blonde Brit strutted around the ring, nose arrogantly tilted upward and chest thrust outward as a cascade of boos showered down upon her from the capacity crowd.  Annette was their heroine, and Nolan was going to make her suffer...and make her simpering fans watch every moment of it.

Finally, Margaret returned to the business at hand, grabbing her opponent with a handful of dark, damp, mussed hair (both had begun the match with finely coiffed bouffont manes, but by this stage of the battle, their hair were tangled mops upon their heads), and pulling her hand and knees and making Annette crawl away from the ropes to the center of the ring.  There, with the American girl still on her knees, Nolan cupped Funnicello's chin with her left hand, squeezing her cheeks so that the brunette's lips puckered.  With a smirking sneer, the blonde looked down at her opponent and purred, "You're welcome to start begging for mercy, but just to make it absolutely clear, I won't be showing you any."  She then gave a sinister chuckle and cast her gaze out upon the booing crowd, savoring the fear they collectively held for their beloved Annette.

But as the Bard said, pride goes before a fall.  So certain of her impending victory was Margaret, she made the critical mistake of taking her attention off of her opponent...and Annette made full use of that.  The blonde Brit learned the error of her ways with a sudden punch to her belly, causing Nolan to sharply expel air.  Then, Funicello grabbed her adversary behind her calves and yanked her feet out from under her, sending Margaret crashing onto her back.

Then, in one deftly swift move, Annette...still holding Nolan's legs...somersaulted over and pinned her rival with a crudely effective bridging maneuver.  Well, effective for the count of two-and-a-half, at which point the blonde frantically thrashed and managed to break the pinfall.  Adrenalin now coursing through her lush body, the brunette sprang to her feet, leapt up, and delivered a leg drop across Nolan's chest that smashed even more air from her lungs, and left the blonde dazed and moaning on the canvas.

Getting back up to her feet, Funicello dashed to the ropes, bounded off of them, and rushed back toward her prone adversary.  Once more leaping up, she aimed another leg drop at her target...except at the last moment, Nolan was able to roll out of the way.  Annette hit nothing but canvas, and with a loud, long moan rolled to her side, her hands clutching her aching tailbone.

Both wrestlers struggle up to their hands and knees, but it is the blonde Brit who gathers her wits enough to crawl over to her opponent; grabbing the American by her black locks, Margaret then slams Funicello's face once...twice...thrice into the canvas.  Annette collapses to the mat, glassy-eyed and groaning, as thousands of her fans in the arena chant her name, pleadingly praying she can recover and win the match.

But Margaret wasn't about to give her the chance.  Standing up, she grabbed her moaning rival by her hair and hauled her up as well, and then Irish whipped Annette into the turnbuckles.  From mid-ring, Nolan then charged at Funicello, nailing her with a ring-shaking corner bodysplash in the corner.  Those ringside fans with a certain vantage point would later swear that the brunette's 34D breasts were pancaked by her attacker's 36Ds; the look of anguish which twisted itself onto Annette's face would seem to bear that out.

Yanking her dazed and panting opponent from the corner, the Brit now dipped her knees and pulled Funicello's whole body up over her shoulders.  In a stunning display of sheer raw power, she rose up to her full height, holding her adversary aloft!

Had she now gone for a torture rack or a body slam, Nolan would have put an end to the match.  But instead, she decided to walk around the ring, parading her helpless rival before her fans as an Amazon queen displays her beaten foe.  The smiling look of smug satisfaction on the blonde's face merely further infuriated Annette's fans, who howled in furious protest at the blonde's apparent conquest of their heroine.

But the American battler was not quite as helpless as it seemed.  Because Nolan did not press her advantage, but instead chose to preen, that gave Annette precious moments to get her second wind and clear her head.  And then, without warning, she suddenly thrashed herself free, falling down from Margaret's shoulders and landing with panther grace on her feet behind the Brit.  As the startled blonde spun around, she was met with a slap across the face that spun her whole body violently to the side, and left her ice blue eyes spinning in their sockets.

The crowd roared with approval as Funicello threw a second slap, and then landed a chop across her opponent's chest that left Nolan reeling.  Moving with a speed that belied the exhaustion that wracked her lush body, the brunette then executed a belly to belly suplex, sending her adversary crashing to the canvas in a heap.

Now Annette went for one of her finishers, the Boston Crab.  Securing her hold on her rival's legs, she bent them back, twisting Nolan's spine to an agonizing degree never intended by nature.  The blonde yowled in agonized protest, her eyes now glistening as she fought back tears.  But as the referee asked her if she was ready to submit, she snarled, "SOD OFF!"  Still, it was obvious she couldn't endure this torture much longer.

Funicello shut her eyes, desperate to draw upon every last dreg of power she had left, determined to force her hated opponent to submit.  "Give up, damnit...give up, damnit...give up, damnit!" she kept repeating, half command and half plea.

Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming her submission...Margaret was not about to give this Yank bitch the satisfaction of a verbal surrender...the blonde lifted her right arm, a mere heartbeat away from tapping out.  But then...

The bell suddenly began clanging, signaling that the thirty minute time limit had expired!  This match was officially a draw.

Believing the bell had meant her victory, Annette released her hold and stood up, raising her arms in triumph as she beamed a grateful smile.  But only when the referee grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm down did she realize that she hadn't won.

And she was furious!

First she argued vehemently with the ref, demanding an extra minute to formally finish off her opponent, but she was refused that.  She was near tears, pushed beyond frustration that she had been denied the victory she had fought and suffered so much to earn.  It certainly didn't help matters that Nolan had recovered enough to stand up and, from across the ring, start taunting the brunette.  "You couldn't get it done, slag," she jeered with a smug smile that belied the fact that she had been a mere heartbeat away from giving up.  "I was about to break loose and put you away once and for all, and you know it.  Just admit you're no match for me, twat!"

Enraged, Annette began to charge at her rival, but the referee wrapped his arms around her waist and prevented her from advancing.  Another ref dashed down to the ring, climbed in, and went to help his compatriot restrain the raging brunette.  Margaret took advantage of the moment to run up to Annette, who was still held firmly by the officials, and throw a sharp slap across her face.  The cackling Brit then rolled out of the ring and began strutting up the aisle to her dressing room amid a cascade of boos and invectives from the fans, which only encouraged her to smile and blow a kiss to the crowd, followed by a very British obscene gesture with her fingers.

"THIS ISN'T OVER!" Annette shrieked after her.  "DO YOU HEAR ME?  NEXT TIME I'LL RUIN YOU, BITCH!"

[GrayHairedWarriors]

HWA FLASHBACK 1964:  Annette Funicello vs. Margaret Nolan

All hail Annette....one of he most underrated fighters of all time.  She never played a "bad girl" so she is stuck with a goody-goody image of a woman that can't fight.    Thanks for the story.....eve if she didn't "win" again.

[Finish her]

Brie’s Vendetta: Troian versus the MCU

Sarah Michelle Gellar versus Natalie Portman



Sarah Michelle Gellar and Natalie Portman sat side by side in front of a small audience of mostly actresses, agents and execs. Natalie was dressed in jeans and a silk shirt, her long brunette hair tied up in a casual ponytail. As for Sarah, the former Slayer wore only an electric blue thong. Her arms were folded tightly over her bare tits, an expression of controlled fury on her face.

The dramatic contrast in attire wasn’t Sarah’s choice. It was a consequence of decades of history between the two women.

Briefly, it went like this. Midway through her Buffy run SMG was as hot of a property as there was in Hollywood. Right up there with Portman when names were bandied around for the year’s big movies. They hated each other. And as their careers diverged, their status changed dramatically but that hatred stayed just as intense. Only now, Portman had all the leverage in the world. Which meant that if Gellar wanted another shot at Padme, she had to suffer through every pre-fight degradation Natalie could dream of.

This one had proved to be particularly humiliating for the Slayer, as evidenced by Portman’s satisfied smile and Sarah’s trembling rage. Natalie took a small sip from a bottle of water before taking a question from Brie Larson.

“You’ve known Sarah for a long time. Why do you still want to fight her?”

“Simple. Sarah stinks. Her attitude stinks. Her body stinks. She stinks as a performer. She stinks as a competitor.” Natalie was quietly serious, turning her chair to face Gellar, who mouthed you fucking bitch while staring white faced at Portman. “She stinks as a human being.”

Give Portman credit, she didn’t back off when the talking stopped. The fight went down that evening, in Sarah’s trailer on the set of her new show, Portman wearing a white bra and panties, Gellar in that same blue thong. With twenty plus years of memories of getting kicked into submission, they zeroed in on each others’ legs and didn’t let up for the duration. The cramped space echoed with ringing impacts as gradually their thighs turned the same bright red as a stop signal. Gellar buckled Natalie’s knees with a heel kick, rushed in and caught Portman under her arms, then kneed the brunette in the crotch out of the hug, stepping back so that Padme slid limply to the floor.

“You earned that, cxnt,” Sarah snarled, green eyes blazing. As the brunette rose to her knees the Slayer reached down for Natalie’s sweaty locks and lifted her head. For a moment it looked like SMG might spit right in Portman’s upturned face. “I’m better than you. Better person, better woman,” she said instead, voice drumtight with hatred.

“No you’re not,” Natalie answered back, before bringing Gellar to the ground with a hairpull of her own.

It took Portman another forty minutes to prove she was right. But finally, she had Sarah belly down and dragging herself, naked, across the floor. Limping, the brunette smoothed her hair and watched Gellar start to pull herself to her knees against the dresser, before stepping in and tugging open a drawer, slamming it into Sarah’s tits. SMG moaned. She stayed upright but barely, hugging the open drawer. Natalie moved in, hard eyed, to end it.

Prepping for her own fight with Padme by watching a recording on her laptop, Troian took a sip of green tea, cross legged on her bed. Portman swept an array of Gellar’s belongings off the dresser then muscled the blonde up in their place, laying Buffy out on her back. Natalie closed the open drawer and got in close, taking possession of SMG’s deadweight right leg and turning it so that Sarah’s sweat wet inner thigh was exposed.

“Bitch,” Troian muttered at the screen.

Before she drove her left elbow down, Portman gave Sarah’s face one last glance and her mouth curled into a snarl. After the second shot Gellar put her forearm over her eyes only for the brunette to pull it away.

“No. I want to see you cry Sarah,” she said coldly. And she did, as tears ran down SMG’s cheeks and Natalie continued to bury the point of her elbow into the blonde’s inner thigh until Troian clicked the file closed. 

[Happyfeet]

Thanks haha!  2 underused actresses!

[Happyfeet]

Dang thats a lot of stories!  All of them are great too!

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All hail Celeb Stories!!!   

[Gent]

Thank you very very much!!

[Dario]

Totally sexy and fine stories, especially Watson's and Miley's.

[Zord7542]

Florence Pugh VS Olivia Wilde

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When Florence had initially asked to speak to Olivia alone at the premier for Don't Worry Darling, No one really had any second thoughts about the encounter. The pair stepped away from all the bright lights and cameras for a few moments to discuss something in private. It wasny until nearly half an hour later that people got worried and began to look for what had happened to the pair.

It took reporters by suprise to see bits of both women's dresses coating the floor. Their shoes and jewelry discarded along the way to the green room as the paparazzi got their cameras ready. Surely what they were about to find was the affair of the century wrapped up in a film production that had already had its fair share of controversy. But as they walked through the broken door that isn't what they found at all. Instead they found Olivia, clad in only her yellow thong being slammed face first into a wall with Florence's face on it. A poster for the movie Wilde herself had directed.

Pugh wasn't wearing anything more. A black thong going between her reddened cheeks as she held a firm grip of the older woman's hair. "That's right bitch kiss it!" Pugh shouted as she slammed Wilde's face into the poster again.

Tears streamed down Olivia's face as she had claw marks on the sides of her arms. Her body covered in small bruises and scratches as her hands went to the opposite side of the poster. "Okay... okay! I'm sorry! Your check is in the mail!" Wilde said as she took another face first shot to the wall. Her hands dropping limply to her sides.

"Good. Now... I said kiss it." Florence said guiding the other woman's face. It was clear the only thing holding Wilde up was the younger woman's hand in her hair. The defeated Director puckering her lips as she kissed the lips of the blonde's image. A groan of discomfort coming from her core as the flashes of cameras went off at her side.

Florence just posed for a second with the defeated woman. Pulling her head back and under Pugh's armpit. She stood there for a while with Wilde in the dragon sleeper. She turned the other woman to fade the cameras as they flashed again. Wilde's body on full display as it was clear the crotch of her thong was soaked through. Her knees gave out as she drifted from consciousness. Pugh going down to the ground with her. Took another deep handful of hair and presented Olivia's face to the world before planting her lips on Wilde's.

"The first of my Black Widow's kiss... who's next bitches!" Florence said dumping the older woman onto the floor before standing up and beginning to collect her things. With a smile she peeled off Olivia's thong and took it as a trophy. Leaving the other woman stripped and humiliated.


(Thanks for reading. Looking to get back into these here and there. Leave a comment with any match ups this style you'd like to see)

[Zord7542]

TV Milf Battle

Dr. Rainbow Johnson (Tracee Ellis Ross vs Claire Dunphy (Julie Bowen)

When the principal called both Mothers in, they had believed that the maturity of both women would win out and that the fight that had occurred between Zoey and Haley would be something that could be resolved amongst adults.

Instead what she found was herself rushing from the room as Scrubs and the clothes that Claire had been wearing when she entered the room Where shredded across the floor as both women took turns slamming one another into the desk.

Their bodies now covered in sweat as both women panted for breath. They slowly walked around the desk both showing signs of the wear and tear than the fight had dragged out of them. Rainbow's tight braids had been completely pulled out, her hair Frizzelling out of control as her chest heaved up and down. Claire's makeup was smudged and looked ridiculous. Some of it still coated Rainbow's abdomen where she had fallen into the other woman.

"You're going down you fucking bitch." Claire hissed as she rushed forward across the desk. She planted her foot on one of the chairs and propelled herself upwards and towards Rainbow.

But the doctor was ready for the move. She had fallen victim to it once already, when Claire had launched herself at Rainbow and the pair had cracked the glass trophy case behind the Principal's desk.

Instead of being slammed into again, Rainbow wrapped her arms around Claire and slammed her down onto the dark finished wood. The blonde gasping for breath as the air was driven from her lungs. She tried to scramble away from the other woman, but before she could get far, Claire found herself being wrapped up in a bear hug.

Her hands slapped weakly at the shoulders of Rainbow. Desperate to do anything to free herself from the Anaconda like grip of the doctor. "That's Doctor Bitch to you...Bitch!" Rainbow said shaking her head as she realized that had anyone heard that they would probably have cracked a joke at her expense. But it didn't matter. She had the other woman right where she wanted her.

With a smile she leaned forward. "Give up! You're as big of a bitch as your daughter!" Rainbow snarled as she leaned forward and placed her lips on the other woman's neck. Claire let out a confused moan, not one of discomfort but pleasure as she felt the other woman sucking her neck. What the hell was she doing? Claire thought to herself before she felt Rainbow pull away.

"Good, that looks fantastic." She smiled as she licked the spot. "Now everyone will know you're my bitch." She said thrashing the other woman around more. Claire let out a helpless groan before falling limply into the other woman's arms. She was completely out of it. Her mind spinning as her vision went Foggy. She barely registered being set down onto the floor as Rainbow walked away to grab something. Claire's head rolled back and fourth against the seat of a chair while she wished she was anywhere else.

Her eyes growing wide as the next thing she saw was Rainbow's leopard print thong in her line of sight. She opened her mouth to scream but before anything came out, her face was burried between the doctor's cheeks and the chair.

"Hey Zoey! Its your mom. I know, I'm in my underwear and thats gross, but I wanted to let you know I got everything sorted out with Mrs. Dunphy. Isn't that right Mrs. DoneFree!" Rainbow said tilting the camera down to document the other woman beneath her ass. "Don't you ever fuck with me or my family again, I'll kick your ass or anyone else's." Rainbow said finishing the video message before posting it to the PTA group chat. It didn't take long for the video to leak elsewhere... Claire didn't show her face in public for a full month.

[tr0tz]

Thank you for even more reposts! And to read about Brie dominating.

Curious how Jessica Biel's come back looks like and how much toll the defeat to Brie took on her.