Soap Opera Drama (commission)

For some reason, a lot of stuff just got done and approved in the last week or so. And that's not counting the stuff I did on the Patreon... so this is apparently based on a Spanish soap opera where two characters threw down on the set. The buyer wanted their actresses to throw down as payback outside the show. It's also set in the olden days and takes place in a torture chamber so... this is another one of those bloody ones. Lot of cutting and gouging more than full blown dismemberment, but still pretty brutal.

The set of Aguila Roja was every bit as heated and vicious as the soap opera itself. Two of their biggest stars were constantly butting heads. Miryam Gallego and Inma Cuesta were regularly in shouting matches, and they had gladly clashed in their fight scene on camera. Even Miryam was content to attack her on-set rival, even if that meant losing to her in front of the viewers (which naturally didn't sit well with Miryam).

Miryam was the taller of the two, 5'5" and a few years older at 41 years old. She had paler skin and hair a darker shade of blonde. She had a small but alluring chest, and her strong facial features were accented by a number of almost tactically-placed moles.

Inma, meanwhile, was only 5'3" and 37 years old. The size difference was compensated by her large and beautiful breasts. She was proud to show off that particular part of her dark skin, her flowing black hair running over her shoulders and drawing the eye back to her bosom. Unlike Miryam, she was unmarried. One thing they did have in common was that Inma was interested in Miryam's husband.

Their feud reached its boiling point when Miryam's friend broke the news to her. "What?!" she shouted (translated to English for your convenience). "How?!"

"He's meeting her on the set tonight, after we close up shop. I heard them out in the hall," he reported. "I thought you'd want to know."

"Damn right I do!" Miryam snapped. "Thank you, Elian, but I need another favor. You're coming with me tonight and we're going to catch them in the act!"

And that was that. Elian wasn't about to argue with the fighting-mad starlet, and he came with her to confront the adulterous pair. It felt like something right out of the show, and the fact that they were in the medieval dungeon set didn't make it any less dramatic. They even found her husband with Inma, both starting to undress as he kissed the busty younger woman.

"I knew it!" Miryam blurted. "I can't believe it, but I knew it! How could you cheat on me with this cow-titted whore!?"

"Don't listen to that washed up bitch," Inma said, sending a sneer towards her rival. "Would you rather have a REAL woman with REAL curves, or a hag who's still getting over her acne problems?" Inma was quietly but dreadfully jealous of the unique beauty of Miryam's face and took every chance she could to insult or attack it.

"If you think being fat makes you a better catch, be my guest," Miryam snapped as she stormed up to her, shoving Inma in her bigger breasts. They were both clad in similar loose dresses, though Inma's previous plans made it so that her dress was lower on her shoulders thanks to Miryam's husband. "But you are a dumbass cunt to think you'll be taking MY man from me, I’ll be glad to show you which of us would win in a real fight!”

"You think you'd beat me, you titless whore? Don't make me turn this set into a REAL torture chamber!" Inma shoved her rival's smaller chest with both hands, sending her stumbling back until her hip bounced off the prop torture rack behind her.

"That's it, you cheating cunt!" Miryam snarled as she threw herself at her hated rival in acting and love alike. She landed the first real hit as she punched Inma straight across the jaw, sending her staggering from the impact. Her head hung as she rubbed her mouth in the aftermath of the surprising blow, leaving her open for Miryam to grab her hair and slam her knee up into her hanging breasts. Inma gave a low, abrupt grunt as her already low-hanging dress failed to contain her beautiful breasts, spilling them out into the open air. The men made no efforts to stop them as Miryam pounded her fist furiously against Inma's back and dropped her to the floor.

"How's that for a torture scene!?" Miryam shouted down at her, spitting on Inma's back. "Too bad you're only good at stage fighting and not the real thing!" She felt confident that the matter was settled, but the half-topless Inma had snatched up the coiled leather whip from the floor nearby. She turned and lashed out with it, no expert with such a weapon but good enough that it cracked noisily across Miryam's chest. Even with her smaller breasts and more naturally-placed dress, the weapon drew a scream from the freckled actress as she recoiled from the painful whipping.

"Who psycho bitch!" Miryam shouted at her as she rubbed her chest. The freckled breasts had a line of bold red flesh across her sternum, a blatant flaw to her attractively patterned skin. She backed away with a snarl, but her eyes ran over the set. Apart from the rack, there was a number of different chains and ropes, vices, clamps, stakes, a chair lined with shallow but sharp spikes, and even a branding iron left over some electrically-heated coals. For all her threats, the place really was equipped to be used as a real torture chamber.

The next crack of Inma's whip came quickly, but her winding up made its path rather obvious. Miryam sidestepped it to let it snap at the floor as she rushed in, tackling Inma to the ground and wrestling with her for the weapon. Miryam dug her nails into her wrist, slamming the arm against the floor to try to ruin her grip. Inma clawed at Miryam's neck, scratching thin red marks down her neck before the busty adulteress' nails arrived on Miryam's freckled breasts and buried themselves as deep into her skin as they could go.

Miryam screamed from the piercing claws digging into her tits, but she instinctively turned her pain into rage and snatched a handful of Inma's hair. She lifted and slammed Inma's head repeatedly into the floor, the shorter actress grunting each time her skull bounced against the hard (if still fake) stone. She grabbed and tore at Miryam's dress, exposing her smaller breasts but unable to stop the freckled woman's assault.

Inma finally dropped the whip as Miryam crawled on top of her stomach, pinning the chestier woman's arms down with her knees. She hated those sacks of fat and how shamelessly she flaunted them around the studio. Now she was tempting her husband with them! Having them right between her thighs made too tempting a target. Miryam reached onto a nearby table, careful not to lose her position while she grabbed one of the rough iron spikes. After a moment of consideration, she grabbed a second.

"No! No, you mole-covered cunt!" Inma shouted fearfully as she saw the torture devices. Miryam ignored her as she raised the sharpened metal rods.

"You should have thought of this before you whipped me, you man-stealing bitch!" Miryam grinned sadistically as she drove the metal spikes down onto Inma;s chest as if she were some sort of overly busty vampire. The pinned actress screamed as the props proved too dull to outright impale her, but they were honed to a clean enough point to push painfully into her skin. As Miryam started to drag them across her beautiful brown breasts, Inma's eyes watered as they left rough and irregular scratches across her tender tits. They weren't clean or straight cuts, the rough spikes varying on whether they left slashes or rough abrasions on her skin, but so long as it was drawing blood and making the bitch scream, Miryam didn't care.

Inma grabbed her attacker by the wrists, wrestling with Miryam’s grip on the weapons. Miryam struggled with her, obsessed with destroying her enviable tits, but Inma sent her knee upward in an abrupt slam to Miryam's cunt. She let out a guttural groan as she fell off clutching her pussy while Inma threw the prop spikes aside.

Inma grabbed multi-headed lash nearby, snatching it up as quickly as she could. They were too close up to use even the shorter whip effectively, but she climbed on top of Miryam and straddled her stomach. She held either end of the lash's handle and pressed it down across Miryam's throat, getting the older woman to choke and kick her feet around wildly beneath her.

Miryam reached for her attacker's face, but Inma leaned back away from her. The choking woman missed clawing at her eyes, but she caught the bust of her dress and pulled at it in a desperate bid to escape. It left a long, loud tear down the middle of Inma's clothes, her breasts spilling out into view. The adulteress hadn't planned on needing a bra for her late night fling, after all.

"You fucking whore! My dress!" Inma shouted, as if she needed an excuse to raise the stakes with her opponent. She released one end of the flail and punched Miryam in her freckled face.

With Miryam groaning and her resistance halted, Inma grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her knees. The freckled star could only push and flail at her weakly in her battered daze, forced to knee-walk along until Inma smashed her forehead into the nearby table full of generic torture tools. The metal bounced and rattled as Miryam's skull bounced off the hard wood, eyes glazing over from the impact. Inma wasn't content with that, still carrying the jealousy towards Miryam's exotically speckled face. She couldn't pass up such an opportunity to damage her rival's good looks.

Inma slammed Miryam's face into the edge of the table again, but this time held her in place and ground her back and forth against the rough wood. The older actress started to scream, and soon she felt fresh blood running over her face from from her split forehead. The pain fed her instincts and outrage, slamming an elbow back into Inma's belly. The busty and topless actress grunted and lost her grip. Miryam gave a quick yank on her hair, smashing her nose into the work table. While Inma clutched her aching face, Miryam grabbed and threw her by the dress to drop her onto the table.

Inma was still caught up with clutching her face when Miryam grabbed one of the small hammers on the table. It was probably meant to be used in combination with the stakes (or maybe the props department hadn't really thought that far head), but it would still make do. She swung the small but heavy hunk of iron right on Inma's belly button, making her gag and spit the air out of her lungs. She pounded her gut a few more times with her fists and hammer until Inma was curling up, trying to protect her stomach from the blows and the splashes of blood still coming Miryam's face.

With that target taken from her, she went after her ideal victims: Inma's breasts. Miryam grabbed her by the tits and squeezed, burying her nails into the smaller chest and squeezing them out of shape. Inma gave a long howl of agony as the bitch's claws dug deep enough to draw blood.

"I never milked a cow before! I guess the slutty ones' milk runs red!" Miryam taunted as she yanked on the tits, jerking them from side to side like she was trying to rip the jugs right off of her.

"You fucking psycho cunt!" Inma screeched back at her, grabbing her wrists and rolling this way and that.

Miryam loved watching her victim squirm, but she didn't expect that when she next rolled towards her, Inma threw a kick into her with all her weight. Her leg slammed right into her tits at full force, sending Miryam staggering back. Her modest-sized and soft breasts bounced around in her dress until one popped out over the fabric, coughing for air while Inma leaned over the edge of her torturous table. She grabbed the metal prop spear that was leaned up against a nearby wall, turning and swinging it like a staff. The head wouldn't be especially sharp, of course, but it was still a metal rod that cracked into the side of Miryam's head.

The older actress staggered drunkenly from the shot to the head, leaning on her elbows on the table while Inma jumped back off. With Miryam still seeing stars, Inma grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into the vice that was mounted against the table.

"I think it's time you had a boobjob, you useless cunt!" Inma shouted as she crammed her breast into the sturdy metal. Miryam came to just to realize what was happening, shoving and clawing at Inma's face and chest. She fended her off long enough to spin the wheel controlling the vice, swiftly mashing itself around one of her tits. It was Miryam's turn to scream as the tool’s rough teeth bit into her soft flesh and began to hideously distort her tit within the grasp of its unrelenting metal.

Miryam was too busy pushing and prying at the tool to stop Inma from cackling with glee. The older actress found no escape in her clawing, chipping her nails with effort. Inma grabbed a wooden baton from the table and bashed it across Miryam’s back, getting the married woman to drop to her knees with a howl of agony.

“That’s right! Get back on your knees like the gutter whore you really are!” Inma gloated. She tucked the weighted stick under her arm to grab the back of Miryam’s dress. Miryam had tears coming from her face as her upper body arched to keep it as close to the vice as possible. The tool was already stretching her breast out, leaving a painful burning sensation in her attached chest muscles.

Inma quickly got to work ripping her clothes off, clawing at her dress and then her panties soon leaving Miryam with nothing on at all. The only scraps she had left were those close enough to her breasts to be also caught in the vice’s grip. “You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! You man-stealing piece of donkey shit!” she ranted, mad with pain and rage.

“Ha! Kill me? Let’s see you pull that off with your tiny tits getting turned into pancakes!” Inma mocked her, grabbing the whip once again. She was free to wind up a heavy swing that snapped it across her bare back, getting a long and shrill scream from Miryam’s lips. She lashed her several times more before stepping close enough to punch her in the back with the fist that still held the whip’s handle. She grabbed her hated rival by the hair and pulled her ear up to her lips.

“I win already. I’m going to pop your pathetic tits and carve those freckles off your face before I fuck your husband in front of you,” she hissed into her ear. Inma was confident in her victory, but she hadn’t counted on just how much of a frenzy Miryam was in to drive her through her pain. She grabbed one of the rough metal stakes in one hand while the other yanked up Inma’s dress, ramming it between her legs to spike it into her pussy.

Inma immediately howled in agony, and Miryam was satisfied to find that when she pulled her hand back the stake stayed wedged inside of her cunt. Inma still had a grip on her hair, but she fell over backward as she collapsed to the floor. The only downside to Miryam’s counter attack was that with the grip on her hair remaining, it pulled her down at full force. It dragged her tit out of the vice in the roughest way possible, and Miryam let out a sickening cry of pain as it stretched and scraped her freckled breast before letting it go. The more modest breast hung loose and limp, the muscles stretched if not torn.

Miryam was still free, and she had one more reason to extract vengeance on her enemy. This low to the ground, she felt the faint warmth on the side of her damaged breast. Her eyes went to the source and grinned as she spotted the electric heater that gave off its glow, keeping warm the branding iron tipped with a crucifix. While Inma was struggling to pull the stake out of her pussy as gingerly as she could, Miryam rose and kicked her in the mouth, sending her crumbling back to the floor while she ran for the branding iron. She spit on the tip, confirming that it was red hot. It was meant to be used to burn a piece of leather during the close-ups to imply actual branding, but it would do the real deal just as well.

“Let’s see how well you cook, you slut pig,” Miryam threatened as she planted her foot on Inma’s stomach. The younger actress was still in a daze, trying to hurry back up when she spotted the glowing iron.

“No! No, you fucking psycho bitch!” Inma shouted. She dragged her claws down Miryam’s legs in an attempt to drag her off, but the vengeful woman still speared the brand into the cheating woman’s chest and held it in her bigger tits. Inma screeched in pain as her beautiful jugs gave off smoke and crackled with the burning of her skin and fat.

“Try showing off those fat tits now, you thieving cunt!” Miryam shouted at her. She twisted the branding iron against her skin, not even sparing her the dignity of a clean mark. The streak of burning flesh formed a crude X shape on Inma’s big proud jugs, making her contort from the blinding, burning pain. Inma seemed to be thrashing blindly, but her one leg arced upward to smash Miryam square in the cunt. Miryam gave a raspy gasp of pain, her hands lunging to protect her naked crotch. Inma smacked the branding iron from her opponent's hands, but the damage was already done. The crooked cross was scarred into her gorgeous breasts and the heat of the iron had left several parts of her dress on fire. She stood up and hurried to throw it off, leaving them both nude and baring their various damaging marks.

Both ladies were hurting but they were too furious to consider stopping now. "You jealous cunt," Inma snarled as she charged at Miryam.

Her rival met her with equal passion, clawing and grabbing at each other in a blind fury. Inma started to turn her claws towards Miryam's face and chest, targeting her alluringly freckled skin. Miryam grabbed and squeezed at Inma's large, scarred up breasts, twisting and tearing them to ruin her pair of pride and joys.

As they performed their violent dance around the set before Miryam finally shoved Inma's breasts. While Inma didn't stumble very far, it was enough for her to fall backward against the arm of the spike-lined chair. She shrieked and jumped as the barbs jabbed into her back, but Miryam was already coming after her. She shoved Inma harder back, holding her against the torture device so that the back and arms of the chair drove into Inma's ass and back. She screamed and thrashed while Miryam flashed her a grin, gritting her teeth in effort.

"Maybe a few more holes will help your fat ass lose some weight!" Miryam hissed. She took Inma by the neck and started throttling her against the painful spines. Inma sputtered for air, but she didn't have time to regroup before Miryam lifted her up off the chair. She spun Inma back around, admiring the small but bleeding holes that had been jabbed into her back. Miryam bent her over the chair, this time front first as she bashed her chest and stomach against the metal spikes.

"YAGHHHHHH! Inma screamed in agony, but it only encouraged Miryam to continue. She held her by the hair and neck, using them as handles to bounce her up and down so that more fresh holes were stabbed into her big bosom.

Inma was finally forced to brace a hand against the barbed arm of the chair, giving her enough leverage to spike an elbow back into Miryam's stomach. The freckled woman started back a step, but she was off-balance enough that her foot pressed into the hot iron she had dropped on the floor. She gave out a startled shriek and let go of her foe, finally allowing Inma to rip herself off of the spikes and throw her bloody body into her foe. She slammed chest to chest with Miryam, but her arms lashed out to the side. She grabbed at the table of tools for something to help exact her revenge.

Miryam's footing was still throw off, so Inma's charging tits were able to smash her into the wall of fake stone. It was still sturdy enough to hold both of their weight as Inma raised her latest weapon to bear on the cornered Miryam. In her hand was a large, dull set of pliers that she quickly snapped around Miryam's healthier breast and twisted it all the way around. Miryam howled in agony as the skin of her tit visibly stretched and distorted to accommodate the pressure. Inma just shook it around to add to the violent contortion, the smaller and freckled breast bouncing around against her crudely branded one.

"Let GO, you cheating cunt!" Miryam howled, her eyes wide and watering with agony as her second breast was being stretched and ruined. She gouged her fingers into the sickly wet flesh of Inma's burn wound, forcing a similarly animalistic screech from her foe. After several long and agonizing seconds of screaming into each other's faces, Inma removed and raised the pliers before she stabbed them into Miryam's upper breast. The dull but dense metal dragged down Miryam's skin, catching and skipping slightly whenever it hit one of her moles.

At first she was paralyzed by the pain, forced to let Inma carve her way down her beautifully patterned breast. Something gleamed in the corner of her teary eyes, letting Miryam spot a flickering torch on the wall. It lacked the fire of the brand or the coals. The far-off prop wouldn't be on camera for long, so it was nothing more than some finely shaped iron with a flickering orange light bulb inside.

Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.

Of course, all that mattered was that it was a heavy piece of metal and within Miryam's reach. She snatched and swung it down on Inma's head, the dense metal CLANG echoing through the dungeon of props. Inma fell to her knees, clutching her skull to dull the echoing pain, but the pliers were still embedded deep in the meat of Miryam's breast.

Miryam pulled the painful tool from her flesh, cringing as the blood ran down her tender tit. They clattered to the ground as Miryam took the prop torch in both hands, swinging it hard overhead and clubbing Inma over one of her breasts with it. The bustier actress howled in pain as her tit was flattened between the bludgeon and the floor. She twisted and shuddered in agony as she glared up at her rival.

"I am going to carve every one of those ugly zits off of you!" she threatened through gritted teeth.

"Still cocky, are we? Maybe popping the last of your fat balloons will shut you up!" Miryam raised her torch once more, but Inma grabbed the pliars that she had dropped. Rather than her breast, she clamped them around Miryam's labia and pulled, stretching and tearing her pussy lips. The pinching and twisting metal plucked out random bits of pubic hair in the process, adding to the intense stinging in Miryam's snatch as she had to hold onto the wall just to stay standing.

"I think it's time we neutered this stupid bitch! Don't you, lover?" Inma snarled, addressing her husband.

Inma sadistically jammed and pulled the pliers, leaving rough cuts as she forced her pussy lips to sag and gape apart. She stood up sharply, lifting part of her labia open as Miryam dug her nails into the wall for relief. While no such relief came, she was able to focus long enough to brace her foot against Inma's stomach. She shoved Inma hard with one thrust of her leg, pushing off from the wall and sending her busty foe flying backward. Miryam had lined up her shot just right, leaving Inma to fall into the perfect seated position on the spike-covered chair.

Inma gave a sharp gasp as the spikes dug into her back and ass. She moved gingerly, trying to pull herself out without causing too much damage, but Miryam had other plans. She came charging after Inma, body slamming her with her bloody, smaller chest. Even with the pain it sent through Miryam's breast, the mad screams of pain it caused in Inma made it more than worth it. She started to writhe and squirm, but as Miryam sat up, she was pleased to see her sobbing, suffering rival had the entire back of her body covers in blood and wounds where she'd been driven against the chair. All Inma could do was twitch and cry, drained from all the pain running through her body and unable to fight back. Miryam gave her rival a parting slap to one of her bloody tits before she turned away.

"As for you!" Miryam pointed angrily at her husband, storming in his direction. Even though she was exhausted, the blood and injuries only served to make her look that much more menacing. "What the hell were you thinking! Why were you fucking this fat-titted slut!?"

"I'm only flesh and blood!" he insisted, throwing up his hands. "What do you expect me to do with a beauty like that!?"

"What you SHOULD be doing with your beautiful wife!" Miryam put her fists on her naked hips, making her sagging breasts bounce and dangle from her chest. "You can't expect to walk away from this one and for me to just let it slide!"

"Why not? You caught us, nothing really happened. Let's go home and..."

"Oh no you don't. You can't give me those same 'forgive me' eyes! I've had it with your shit! I don't need you!" To prove her point, Miryam turned to her staring friend. She stepped up to him and pulled him by the collar, pressing him against her damaged breasts and kissing him intensely on the mouth. He was stunned at first, but then wrapped his arms around her to pull her deeper into their kiss. She didn't need her cheating husband! She was better than that! She had men dying to get their hands on her and not take her for granted.

Her husband could only watch that for so long before he turned away in disgust. He went to the chair and took Inma by the hand, gingerly helping her up off of the countless spikes. She was weak and lightheaded from the blood loss and her exhausted muscles, staggering with every step.

Of course, now that she was freed from her literal torture, Inma wasn't about to let her rival leave in peace. She grabbed the small hammer from the tools and bashed it into the back of Miryam's head. The older actress fell to her knees, clutching her head as she turned around. Inma just went in swinging her hammer repeatedly, pounding it over and over on Miryam's already aching breasts.

"Go to Hell, you ugly, shit-eating cunt!" Inma ranted, mad with pain and rage. Miryam raised her hands in a semi-effective defense against the blows, but it bought her the time to sneak an uppercut into Inma's cunt. She grunted and dropped the hammer from her shaking hands, letting the weary Miryam tackle her around the waist and slam her to the ground.

"Miryam! Stop this!" her friend shouted. "You don't have anything to prove to them anymore, remember?!"

But something in the bloody starlet had snapped. Miryam straddled her enemy and grabbed a length of chain that had fallen from the table of tools. She wrapped it around her fist and pounded Inma's face with some metal-lined punches. The busty actress' head rattled around from the blows, her back slowly bleeding over the dungeon floor. She was seeing stars while her face was swollen and bleeding, but she still reached for Miryam's face like a striking viper. Her claws scraped across Miryam's eyes, making her scream and recoil as she clutched her freckled face. There were several bleeding scratches across her face that leaked between her fingers. Inma couldn't be sure if she had taken her eye yet, but she didn't care enough to find out.

Inma tore the chain from Miryam's hand and shifted behind her, wrapping it around her throat and pulling it back with all her might. She braced her feet against Miryam's back, brutally choking Miryam with it. Her throat swelled and distorted under the hellish pressure, and Miryam's eyes bulged (both intact, apparently) while she drooled over her bloody tits. She clawed at the cold iron helplessly as she managed to make out Inma's hissed words.

"Surrender, bitch! Say I'm the better woman or I'll end you! I swear!"

Miryam let out some more choking noises, but she raised her hands and did her best at nodding. Inma appeared to ignore her as her face turned redder, but spoke up again. "One condition: we have another contest. I fuck your husband, you fuck your friend. First to make them cum wins."

Miryam nodded more frantically, and Inma finally released half of the chain. The freckled star fell to the ground wheezing and retching, but she was alive. Inma rose unsteadily as she walked over to Miryam's husband, grabbing him by the balls assertively. "If I make him cum first, you become my slave for one month. If you make him cum first, I spare you and you're free to go." It was a skewed deal, naturally, but she had nearly murdered Miryam a moment ago. She nodded to Inma's terms, taking a few minutes to correct her breathing. Neither woman would be able to fully recover that night, so once her air supply was taken care of, they went to it.

Inma and Miryam started on their men at the same time, and it was obviously an uphill battle for the both of them. They kissed and rubbed down their men as they stripped them nude, but their shaking hands, weary muscles and trembling legs were obvious obstacles. Miryam's husband helped by easing Inma onto her back, but the busty actress hissed as her bloody back hit the ground. She shifted to mount him instead, bouncing up and down while she groped her damaged breasts. Inma hard started sucking off her friend, who did his best to remind himself of how beautiful the freckled woman could be. Her skin was now covered in bruises and gashes more than freckles, and her bouncing bosom dripped blood on his legs.

He tried to encourage her by stroking her face and squeezing her soft breasts, but it had mixed results. She cringed from the touch to her bruises and flopping tits, but moaned once the pain faded and move to sit in his lap. He held her by the hair, one of the few things not bleeding on her entire body as he started to fuck her from behind. "Come on, papi. You can do it! Cum in me!" she grunted, bouncing up and down with her ass thrust out into his stomach.

"Fuck me like that old witch wouldn't let you," Inma challenged the husband right back. "Her pussy's too weak for a man like you. I can take it! I've got tits and pussy like she can only dream of!" He grabbed her big breasts, and even though Inma screamed out in pain, the screams turned to moans as she bit her lip, clearly starting to enjoy the treatment in a twisted way.

"Oh god... Miryam," her friend panted into her ear. "I'm so close. Just like that. I think I'm... almost..."

"Yes! Yes! Cum for me, handsome!" Miryam purred, almost begging. Her pride and possibly her life were on the line now. She felt her friend's cock swell to its full girth when she heard her husband let out a loud and low grunt. Inma let out a quick shout of her own as he squeezed her tits too hard, but he pulled out and squirted his cum over her stomach and pussy.

"NO!" Miryam wailed right before her friend came inside of her seconds too late. Inma laughed as she rose and strode over to Miryam, dripping her husband's cum while she grabbed the bloody bitch by the hair.

"Looks like we have ourselves a new slave, honey!" Inma cackled to her adulterous lover. "Why don't you start by cleaning your husband's cum out of my pussy?" Miryam's face twisted in disgust and despair, but she was broken in every way. She crumbled to her knees, no strength left in her legs or her spirit as she started to eat Inma's pussy. She kept a grip on Miryam's hair, making her stay down there until the freckled star tasted both her husband and her rival's cum on her lips, all accompanied by Inma's awful insults and cruel laughter.

The following month was awful for Miryam. She worked as a maid for Inma, and that was on the slow days. She was forced to service both her rival and her ex-husband, and Inma made a point to invite Miryam's friend over "since he liked it so much." It was always humiliating to let him see what she had become. Inma also forced her to work at a cheap strip club in the area, everyone recognizing the famous (if badly beaten) star of Aguila Roja. They paid plenty to see her famous tits, now scarred and saggy. When the photos got out, she was promptly kicked off of the show. Even when Inma freed her after her month of enslavement, she was left with nothing but her savings from her time on tv. Desperate and alone, she only had two things to go back to: she moved in with the same friend who had witnessed her downfall, and became a regular as a fallen star of a dancer at the strip club.