Anna
I wasn’t prepared. I thought it would be a form of - I don’t know - theater, I guess? We wore our erotic costumes, our faces painted with sultry make-up. The unwritten script would call for us to pull hair. Maybe we’d slap each other. In my mind, when I played it out, Britt always backed down! She’d tearfully admit Jake was mine. I’d tell him what I’d done when he got home, enjoying his swelling cock as I did. Fucking him fiercely. The winner claims her prize.
God, I was so wrong.
She hit me. She hit me with her fist closed, in my face. The pain was shocking. Her other hand tore at my bra, and its clasp ripped away like nothing. Her knee plunged into my stomach, a savage uppercut that took all my air. And then she twisted my bra around my throat.
Within a minute of her sweeping into my house - my home - I was staring up at my ceiling, at the small chandelier that I loved, fighting to breathe. I scratched helplessly at her arms, hearing her breath coming fast but not hearing mine at all. I couldn’t break free. It wasn’t that Britt is so strong. She’s not bigger than me. But she…..
……She wanted to hurt me………
She let me breathe then, a little bit. For that brief moment, it was an incredible relief, to feel oxygen in my lungs, to feel capable. But she was toying with me, a cat with a mouse. Almost as if she knew that hope revealed and then reversed was the route to ruin. She dog-walked me, twisting my bra, fucking strutting, half dragging me. I couldn’t see her upper body, only her flashing feet, but somewhere in crossing the floor she stripped off her bra as well, switching hands on my collar so she could toss it aside as she pulled me to my feet.
Oh god, I called it a collar……
Blair
Of course I’ve done this before. Jake and Anna aren’t my first. I’ve learned to choose carefully and wisely. A man worth taking. A woman worth ruining.
Oh Anna - are you worth it? I hope so.
You went to your knees so easily. Does part of you secretly want to be dominated? Are you a woman who only pretends?
Your breasts are beautiful; I’ve no compunction again admitting that. You almost rival me. I admire the fine network of soft blue veins revealed in the untanned triangles bared. I wonder if you enjoy Jake roughly, or if my coming touch will be your first time. Your lips are turning blue as well……
I let you breathe - for a moment. A cycle of mercy. You’ll soon come to appreciate it, Anna, these short interludes. I admire your body as I pull you forward. The slender triangle of your back, your narrow waist, the flare of your hips. The way your breasts sway side-to-side as you crawl, absolutely deliciously. Without releasing you, I shed my bra as well, and join you in this expression of femininity.
I tug you to your feet, steeled for you to struggle, to lash out at me. But the twisted lace around your throat has paralyzed you. Your eyes roll with panic. Your lips are parted, airless and dry.
Do you want to beg, so soon?
“Where are your manners, Anna? Show me your house!” A grand tour, ending in the bedroom, I think. But that plan dies quickly as I hear the car in your driveway. Somehow I know, intuitively, that it’s Jake. I was wet before…… but this…… my eyes sweep your simple living room and fall immediately on the chair. A lovely piece. No doubt your favorite, the pride of your bourgeoisie taste. It will be the stage on which we are revealed.
I jerk your collar tighter. Your breasts quiver as you slowly sink back to your knees. I drag you where I want you, twisting you onto your back onto the chair. Yes; it faces the door almost perfectly! Your eyes flick at the sound of his key in the lock, then fill with tears as I sink a claw into your breast. Your body jerks; your stockinged legs spread open as Jake enters.
Oh, his face.
I know in that second that he will not interfere.
Anna
Oh god, the pain as her nails dig into my breast! It is a wave of flame. Burning humiliation. She has invaded my home. My body. My psyche.
Oh god……in front of Jake.
And she speaks to him, as I writhe in silent anguish. She speaks almost casually, but her voice is ripe with sex and arrogance.
He is as silent as I am. More so. Motionless. Erect.
The fury that fills me in that instant is white-hot. How dare she?!
I brace against the chair and whip my leg up, and into her ribs. The hard jolt is agony for me, her claw pushing down on my chest. But it hurts her….and that matters, much more. I twist, and jam my stiletto heel into the front of her hip, along the thin band of her white lace. The thought of stabbing it into the triangle that thinly covers her pussy thrills me as much as her moan of pain. She releases me, and staggers back. My chest fills with air….and resolve.
You will not have him, bitch. Never.
But I stagger as I lurch to my feet, and she doesn’t hesitate. She simply slams into me. Her breasts flatten mine against my chest. I know instantaneously as I’m thrown back that this is as deliberate as everything she does. Not her fists or feet on display for him. Her breasts. She slams into me again. My breasts compress and then sag as I stumble back, and the wounds to my ego are as painful as the deep ache that blooms in the center of each breast.
“Who is the better woman, Jake?” Her voice is a deadly tease, a tone that leaves no doubt she believes she knows the answer. My back thuds into the wall, and her nipples stab into mine a second later. Stab….and force inward. Her belly slaps mine. Her hands pin my wrists to the wall. Her breath burns my face. She rolls her torso, and her stone-hard nipples tear mine as she forces them deeper still. She smiles, as if my sob is in answer to her question.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” She talks to him almost as if I’m not here, or as if the crushing pain of her breasts is felt only by me. Her lips are nearly brushing mine, parted to breathe in my life. “It’s so much better when the man sees it with his own eyes.”
Oh you fucking bitch. I close my eyes.
“Jake….” Her voice is hypnotic. “Take your cock out. I know you want to. Do it.”
She rolled her shoulders again and my nipples screamed in pain. My moan is a piteous, weak whimper.
“I want to see my prize.” Blair said. “I want Anna to see what she’s losing.” The effort of pinning me, the pain she must feel in her own breasts, is eroticly present in her voice now, an irresistible rasp. I hear him….. his zipper…..
“Look at your husband, cxnt.” Her words, a cutting whip now.
Jake
Anna asked for this. She wants to fight. I can’t step in. She’ll hate me for that. For not believing in her.
The mind can adapt and rationalize anything.
But she does fight! Blair’s grin is gone as Anna rocks her, replaced by something cold. I stare at the stiffness of Blair’s nipples as she sways under Anna’s surge, then as she surges back. I watch…as she drives my wife into the wall. I can’t look at Anna’s face; Blair’s is a cold, cruel mask. Her breasts crush Anna’s and Anna’s moan covers my own involuntary sound. Or so I thought, but Blair clearly heard me, or simply, cat-like, knows.
I mindlessly do as I am ordered.
So does Anna, and in that moment, as Anna’s eyes turn to me, Blair surges into her again, breasts on breasts, her thigh forced between Anna’s, a primal power play. Anna’s breasts flatten grotesquely, bulging around Blair’s. I know how sensitive Anna’s nipples are. I see Blair’s hair adhere to Anna’s cheek, to her tears, as my wife sees how hard I am.
I cannot help it. Or her.
Blair’s ass…..as she relentlessly grinds forward. Her back, her shoulders. Anna’s hands helplessly twitch.
“Her nipples have gone soft,” Blair’s voice cuts through the room. Anna’s eyes close.
Blair
His eyes never leave me. Do you understand what a rush that is? What a sense of total power? I crush his little bitch against the wall like an insect and he is paralyzed with lust. They both belong to me……and that simple thought turns my nipples into diamonds. I swear, I feel hers submit, collapse, invert, buried with mine in our embrace. I tell him that, a triumphal slash of savage spite, but I save my true cruelty to whisper only for her ear, not his.
I told her I would take his cock and that she was powerless to stop me. I told her I would fuck him here, in her house. I told her that her marriage was over, because she was too weak to defend it. I felt her sob under me. I tasted her tears. Woman to woman. Soooo much better when the man sees it with his own eyes.
Her eyelids flutter as I release the crushing pressure on her once-proud tits, as I allow her to draw a breath without pain. Oh, but only one. You belong to me, Anna, but you’re not broken. Not enough, not yet.
I drive my knee into her pussy. She’s tried so hard to wipe me from his mind with sex. Like everything else, she needs that failure brought home to her as well. She is no match for me. Not by any measure. The force of the blow hammers her ass against the wall. Her strangled scream is over my shoulder as her upper body slumps against mine. I only need to step back, and she collapses to her knees, her head bowed in prayer.
