Schoolgirl Showdown commission

two opposite girls facing off in a showdown for it all: the boy, pride, stripping between rounds, and a naked selfie for the loser. Something for those of you who aren't in on the Patreon. Don't sweat it. There's still stuff to be found on here.

The girls met exactly as planned. They were alone in the high school's gym after the end of the day dressed nearly identically in their school uniforms. Alexis (or Alex, as everyone called her) had short, auburn hair above her scowling face and brown eyes. She was a lean girl, active more than she was athletic. She was into hunting, hiking, and martial arts, so while she didn't have the show muscle of her rival, she was a solid and durable girl. Her bare feet padded across the wood floor of the gym to reach her opponent, the schoolgirl skirt showing off her strong, tanned legs that led up to her curvy hips. She was seen as a tomboy by some, but she didn't let a few nasty rumors get to her. She had developed a recent crush on the new kid Jason, which was exactly where she butted heads with the spoiled cheerleader princess.

Of course, that wasn't how Mary saw it. The pretty blonde had her eyes on Jason since he'd arrived. For everything boyish about Alex, Mary was the iconic girly girl. She loved all the dresses that Alex hated, and a talented dancer from her experience on the gymnastics team and among the cheerleaders. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and she still had stockings on when she'd taken off her shoes. It was a lot of work, but it kept in great shape, even if she was paler than the outdoorsy Alex. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her bright green eyes. Her shoulders were back and straight, thrusting out her already bigger breasts and making her taller build stand upright.

Both girls were confident for various reasons, but they also knew the risks of losing. The two had started a private chat war on Facebook the day before about which of them would get Jason and how to stop the other. It had escalated to this showdown. They would go on fighting until one of them quit, at which point they'd stop so that the loser could remove a part of her uniform. When one was rendered nude, they would have to beg and suck up to the winner before they committed what would be social suicide: they would take a naked selfie and post it online for everyone to see.

"So you had the guts to show up," Alex scoffed. "You must be dumber than you look, you self-righteous cunt."

"Please, you butch little bitch," Mary sneered back as they came face to face. "He doesn't want an ugly skank like you so long as I'm around. I'm the one walking away from this dating Jason, and you're going to be the one no one talks to when you show your flat tits and tiny dick to the world."

Alex growled furiously and shoved Mary in the chest, the first to let her fists do the talking. The slightly taller girl stumbled back a few steps before she slapped Alex angrily across the face. With no pretense of a formal start to their showdown, Alex grabbed Mary by her collar. The blonde was bigger and more visibly muscled (without losing her girlish figure, of course), but Alex had more actual skill and tactics to her fighting style based on her experience. Mary shoved and clawed at the brunette's face and chest, but Alex tangled her legs with the cheerleader's to hurl her to the hard floor. Mary grunted as she landed on her back, but she grabbed and pulled on Alex's leg to trip her down after her. Alex landed on her soft hips just before Mary pounced on her, grabbing her by the hair. The tomboy shouted as Mary yanked at her short, darker hair, but her fist wrapped around the bouncing blonde ponytail to twist and pull it to one side.

Mary's head tilted with the handle of hair, shrieking like a madwoman as Alex yanked and tore at her scalp. The bigger cheerleader shoved her hand into the tomboy's face, digging her nails into her cheeks until Alex turned her head and bit into her fingers.

"AGHH! You dirty dyke bitch!" Mary shouted, recoiling from the bite. Alex sat up and knocked the blonde off of her, letting her send a kick of her strong legs into the cheerleader's stomach. Even through the blouse and her abs, it knocked the wind out of Mary as she curled up and held onto her stomach. Alex quickly jumped onto her back, following her training and instincts as she slapped a quick chokehold around Mary's neck.

Neither of the girls were really experienced fighters, so Mary had a hard time escaping the simple hold. She clawed at Alexis' arms and tried to pull away, but the firmly locked arm was enough to keep her trapped. Mary struggled a bit more before Alex pulled her arm more tightly into her throat. "Give up, Barbie doll. I've got three more times to kick your ass, and I've got a schedule to keep.

Mary did consider it. It had to be a lucky shot for Alex to get her so easily in the first round. It was give up or let her knock her out, making that fight with that much more of a handicap later. She slapped rapidly on Alex's offending arm, grunting out "I give. Submit!"

Alex quickly let her go, Mary shoving her away and rubbing her neck. "Come on. Off with 'em," Alex demanded, getting up to her feet. Mary growled at her, but wanted to stick to the deal if she expected Alex to do the same. She undid her skirt, pulling it down from around her hips and tugging her stockings down with them. Beneath her blouse, Mary now only had her panties on.

"Nice look for you, slut. Can't wait to see more," Alex taunted.

"You would, you fucking thug dyke," Mary snapped back, throwing her skirt angrily into Alex's stomach as she stepped out of her stockings. "Now shut up and keep going."

The girls moved in on each other even more recklessly this time; Alex was confident from her first fall, and Mary was angry for the same reason. She couldn't believe she let the lucky bitch get the drop on her. So when Alex went in for a grapple to use her judo to her advantage, Mary didn't bother with any such setup and punched the tanned tomboy right in the jaw. The surprising hit made Alex immediately lose her grip and stumble back a few steps. Mary threw her whole body into Alex's midsection, tackling the brunette onto the gym floor.

The brunette was too surprised by the assault to mount a proper defense, her jaw still aching and Mary attacking with even more ferocity than she had to begin with. The blonde sat on Alex's chest and planted her freshly bared legs on top of the arms. Alex could barely claw at her attacker's legs, let alone mount an actual attack as she was trapped and startled. It left her as easy pickings for Mary to punch her across the face, repeating the beating in a furious frenzy as Alex's face flew back and forth. Alex moaned and shouted as she was subjected to Mary's fury, helplessly absorbing a dozen or so hits before she flailed her hands to smack desperately on Mary's legs.

"Stop! OW! I give!" Alex shrieked.

Mary gripped her hair to give Alex a dismissive shove before she stood back up. "Well that was fast," she gloated. "Can't take a hit, butch?" Alex glared back at her and rubbed an arm over her cheeks, which were sore and starting to swell. The bratty bitch was stronger than she looked, and doubts started to stir in the girl's otherwise tough persona.

Alex begrudgingly stripped off her skirt to match Mary's appearance, frowning even as she gestured for them to carry on with the fight. "Sure you don't need a break first, cunt?" Mary mocked, pressing her psychological edge after her recent blitzkreig. She smacked Alex in the side of the head, making her flinch away. Confident that she'd struck some fear into Alex, Mary grabbed her by the hair and shoved her into the folded-up bleachers like a wall. Alex's back hit with a quick clang, but when Mary threw another hard punch at her, Alex was quick enough to roll out of the way and let her knuckles hit the hard wood instead.

"AWWH!" Mary shouted, gripping her hand as pain shot through her arm. Alex immediately grabbed her by the collar and drove a knee into the blonde's stomach, forcing her to bend over clutching her abs. Alex bared her teeth angrily as she turned and slammed Mary's face into the bleachers, bouncing her pretty features right off of them.

A dazed Mary landed on her pantied ass, looking dizzily back at Alex as she stormed after her. The tanned hiker threw a kick that smacked into one of Mary's breasts, getting a cry from her as she cheerleader grabbed onto her leg instinctively. It happened to pull at just the right angle to make Alex slip and fall over, Mary slowly realizing her advantage and rushing up to her knees. She grabbed and bent Alex's leg to one side, angling her knee joint awkwardly as the tomboy let out a long howl of pain. Alex kicked and tried to pull away, but Mary placed herself with the leg as a partial shield against the attacks. With Alex clearly hurting from the hold, Mary saw her chance to sweeten the deal as she suddenly dropped her knee in between Alex's legs.

The boyish fighter gave a sickly, guttural noise as her pussy was crushed beneath her panties, eyes and mouth wide open as she clawed desperately at Mary's leg. She left some rough slashes along the smooth skin, but Mary grit her teeth and ground her knee in place on her sweet spot. "Say it, bitch! Let me see you cry for mercy!" she demanded.

Alex finally nodded, slapping the ground in submission. "Give! Give!"

"Again, cunt!" Mary ordered, lifting her leg just enough to slam her again.

"OWWWW! Dirty fucking... I submit! Stop!" Mary shoved the leg away and rose back up, smirking down at the hurting wannabe.

"Hell yes you do. Now top off, bitch so I can kick your ass again."

Alex glared daggers and pulled her top off over her head. Her cheeks blushed with anger and humiliation, muttering curses at Mary as she was left in just her bra and panties. Alex clenched her fists and moved in for Mary, who smirked back and put up her hands readily.

"Back for more? Alright. Then let's see those flat tits of your next." Mary tried to cut off Alex with a quick punch to her newly bared belly, but the fleshy smack did little to deter the insecurely furious tomboy. Alex blitzed right into Mary, bodies slamming into each other as Mary tried to tangle her naked legs with Alex's for better position. Alex put an end to that by grabbing a fistful of blonde with one hand and holding her in place for a hard punch to the cheek with the other.

Mary let out a quick yelp as she fell to the floor, dragging Alex with her. The tan girl landed on top, hands and knees digging deeper into the pinned cheerleader as she squirmed in vain to try to get comfortable. Alex still held onto Mary's hair, using it as a lever to hammer her face with several more rattling punches. Mary screamed and tried to defend herself, but Alex forced her over onto her stomach. Mary's breasts were crushed under their combined weight, the tomboy sitting on her back with her knee pressing down on the middle of her spine.

"Get off! You fucking dyke-ass bitch!" Mary raved, the pain making her head spin. Alex ignored her shit talk and grabbed one of her feet, pulling it up and back to twist Mary's leg into a submission hold. The cheerleader gave a sharp gasp, clawing and squirming to try to get free. This couldn't be happening! The wannabe boy on top of her was just some nobody butch while she was an overachieving cheerleader. She was famously flexible on her team, but the girl was bending her out of shape. No matter how impressive her build, though, Alex pulled harder with her nails digging into her thighs and knee into her back. She bent Mary into a perfect C-shape, her own foot almost touching her head as Mary screamed and sobbed in non-stop pain. She slapped at the floorboards, but Alex paid her back for the delayed release last time by biting into her bare foot. Mary gave a teary-eyed scream and shouted her surrender. "I give! STOP! STOP! OWWWW FUCK!"

Alex shoved her leg away and got up, spitting on the splayed out cheerleader. "Top off, cunt. Let's see that slutty bra you're wearing. Unless you want me to end it now."

Mary growled and wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood back up to her knees. She tugged her top off, revealing the bright pink bra compared to Alex's black one. "You ready, bitch? I've got more just like it for you," Alex goaded, but Mary bit her lip angrily and hurled her top into Alex's face.

It was a short enough distraction for Mary to rush in and grab Alex's shoulders, kneeing her in the crotch. Alex gave a sharp cry and bent over, trying to cover her pussy as it pulsed with pain. Mary wouldn't have it as she shoved Alex up against the nearest wall, pounding her in the stomach repeatedly as she let loose all her anger and frustration from losing to what she saw as the inferior girl. Alex caught her with a slap to the face that cut her off, then kicked Mary in the leg to drop her to her knees. Alex landed a perfectly-timed knee to Mary's chin, sending her flopping back to the floor. She tried to pursue her but winced and stopped to hold her tenderized stomach.

Both girls groaned and shifted slowly, Alex finally approaching the downed girl just for Mary to spring her trap. She was fighting much more cautiously and aggressively after the humiliating submission used on her proud flexibility, so when Alex was in reach she sat up and jammed a claw-like grab onto Alex's sore stomach. The young martial artist let out a loud gagging noise, telling her it was paying off. She used the grip to toss Alex onto her back, pushing her hand harder into Alex's guts to crush her abdomen with her gouging nails.

"Give up! Give you fucking dyke!" Mary screamed at her madly.

"AGHHH! Fuck you, you slutty poser!" Alex managed to swing one leg up and kick Mary in the side of the head, but she kept her grip on Alex by leaving several lightly bleeding scrapes along her stomach. Alex hissed, but Mary just slashed her painted nails down the tomboy's face. She screamed and clutched her face instinctively to protect her eyes, unable to do anything more to stop the assault on her belly. "STOP! I SURRENDER!" she screamed, echoed by her cupping hands.

Mary got back up, her carefully groomed blonde hair a sweaty mess as she tried catching her breath. She leaned on the wall and watched Alex like a hawk as the girl slowly sat up and pulled off her bra. It felt a relief to expose her sweaty, stinging chest to the open air. She rubbed at the stinging scratches on her belly, but it wouldn't be enough to stop her. She didn't have the same abs as Mary, but she was still tougher than the spoiled bimbo.

"I'm done fucking around with you," Alex growled as she forced herself up. "I'm fucking done."

"You're done alright, you little bully cunt. People are going to thank me for making you the internet slut by tomorrow."

Alex took a deep angry breath as she stood back up properly, the girls readying themselves as best the angry, tired, and frankly scared girls could be. Mary rushed at Alex to try to end the potentially last round quickly. It proved her undoing as Alex caught her by the long hair, turning and skillfully throwing her to the ground. She grabbed one of Mary's arms, bending it back behind her shoulder and pulling hard for another submission. Mary was ready for it and flexed her arm, the definition showing as she pulled back and overpowered the tomboy's attempted hold. Mary tossed Alex over her shoulder and mounted her, teeth bared in her fury as the blonde wrapped her hands around Alex's throat. The brunette gasped as her mouth hung open, trying to breathe as she pelted Mary with desperate punches and kicks, but at too poor an angle for them to connect properly.

Alex's eyes blurred with tears, but a lucky swing of her leg spiked her knee right against Mary's twat. She could see the stunned expression hit the cheerleader's face, so she shoved her back enough to throw a wild uppercut. It caught Mary right in the chin, sending her crumbling off of the tomboy. Alex hurried to go after her, attacking the first thing she could see on the splayed out blonde: she pulled open one of her flexible legs, reached under her panties, and began to scratch and pull on anything she could feel beneath.

Mary immediately came to, shrieking in pain and howling her surrender. "STOP! FUCK! YOU CHEATING DYKE, GET OUT! I GIIIVE!"

Alex backed off, breathing heavily and surprised to see Mary hurry to get her bra off. She was slightly bustier than Alex, but the real reason was she was explosively angry. It was never supposed to be this close. The nude selfie was on the line now. She couldn't get undressed fast enough to finish the stupid thug off and ruin her life for some payback. Alex's aching stomach was in knots over the potential of this fight, not considering losing against the preppy Barbie until just minutes ago.

Alex led off this time, trying to keep her cool and throwing a few punches at Mary. She backpedaled to avoid the first two, then ran past the third to punch Alex's tender stomach again. Alex visible reeled from it as Mary grabbed her by the hair and headutted her. They both bounced back wincing, since Mary had only really seen the attack in movies and not in practice and ending up hurting them both. Alex recovered first with a huge slap across Mary's naked tits, sending them jiggling wildly and Mary recoiling to protect them. Mary threw another kick for Alex's crotch, but she expected it this time and caught the foot to flip her over. Mary landed on her back as Alex came down on top of her.

"Get off me, you handsy dyke!" she shrieked, grabbing and squeezing her sharp nails into one of Alex's tits.

"In your dreams, you fake-ass Barbie doll!" Alex howled back at her, leaning a crushing hand on Mary's breast as she punched her in the ribs just beneath it. Mary managed to club her fist into Alex's temple, dropping the boyish brunette to one side. She held her head dizzily when Alex got up to her knees, balling her fists together and smashing them across Alex's back. She cried out in pain, but just before rolling to one side and grabbing Mary by the hair. She stood up suddenly and pulled with all her might, getting a long screech of pain as she dragged Mary across the entire gym floor by her roots.

"STOP! NOT THE HAIR!" Mary cried, tears shedding in pain and shame. Alex reached the far side of the room, just to swing the hair to smash Mary's face into the wall several times over.

"You fucking give, bitch!?" Alex demanded. "Because I will rip you BALD, you hear me!?" She couldn't see so much as she felt Mary shake her head no, so she shoved the blonde to the ground. She went to make good on her threat as she braced a foot on Mary's back, burying her hands as deep into her hair as she could and pulling up, her pinning foot adding even more pain to the hair pull. "Hope you own a good wig, skank!" Alex shouted over her wails and screams of pain, pulling until her arms hurt.

"I GIIIIVE! STOOOP! FUCKING STOP! YOU WIN!" Mary sobbed pathetically.

Alex twisted a knot of hair around her fist and pulled anyway. "I get Jason?"

"Yes! I won't touch him," Mary sobbed.

"And the selfie?"

"YES! STOP ALREADY! I can't!"

Alex let her drop at last, grabbing the curled up and sobbing Mary's panties and yanking them off her long legs. With her rendered helpless and naked, Alex shoved her feet into her face. "You remember the deal, bitch," she growled, still sore and angry herself, but proud more than anything to have wrecked the showoff skank. "Get kissing."

Mary could barely lift her head enough to kiss over the top of it, spending a few minutes kissing over it while degrading herself. "I'm sorry. I... I'm such a loser. I shouldn't have fought you. You're so much stronger. I'm such a pathetic slut..."

It was more of that for a few minutes when Alex shoved her foot to knock Mary onto her back. She walked over to the discarded clothes, digging out Mary's cellphone and tossing it to land on her tits. "That's enough of that. It's showtime."

Mary looked at her pleadingly, but she got no mercy from Alex. She took a deep, shaky breath, deciding that crying and looking broken and pathetic would be worse than looking good for it. She briefly fixed her hair, mustered a fake smile like it was a cheer, and snapped and shared the full body selfie of her bruised and naked body to Facebook. Alex smirked as she confirmed it on her phone, just to re-share it on her own page and let it go viral from there. "It's a good look for you, slut," Alex snapped with a grin. "Now I've got to go text Jason and see what he's up to tomorrow." She gathered her clothes and left before Mary dared to do the same, shuddering at the thought of the shame and ridicule her bravado would bring down upon her tomorrow.

Naruto 4-Way Fight

Hinata, Sakura, Shion, and Ino from the first Naruto stories come back for a 4-way belly-busting brawl. Expect the usual stomach-based combat in an all out brawl

The girls had gathered in the same field that Hinata and Shion had their showdown. Shion had recovered from her beating, only to return to Hinata and insist on a rematch. Since Hinata had been in the process of singling out her other rivals for Naruto’s affections, she agreed quite quickly. In fact, she invited a few others along for the battle. Sakura and Ino had been arguing more than ever, and it was clear to her that they had gone through a similar feud to her and Shion’s. Not that she had any idea who they were fighting over, but with the old rivals, Hinata didn’t think they even needed anything to fight over anymore.

And so there they were, standing across from each other with the protective line of trees and bushes keeping outsiders from watching the battle of the young ninjas. They were each dressed in their own distinct styles and colors, but they each boiled down to the same look; short skirts, sleeveless tops, and bare midriffs. Their previous fights had them all leering at each other angrily, most of them having faced the other in combat at one time or another. Their eyes also ran a bit lower than the other girls’ faces, leaving it clear that they had each other's’ stomachs as their main targets in this fight as well.

“You ready to leave with your bellies a different color?" Ino gloated, casually brushing her dark hair back.

"I just know I'm the only one walking away from here under my own power," Shion snapped back, trying to decide which of the rival ninja she should glare at the most. So far Hinata was winning most of her attention on the grounds of her last defeat. She had stayed away from Naruto like she’d promised, but she demanded the rematch in order to regain the right to see, date and marry him.

"I'm going to leave you all with so many bruises you won't even be able to eat for a week," Ino insisted, cracking her knuckles readily.

"Then I won't waste any more of you bitches' time." Hinata darted quickly across the battlefield, throwing a high kick right for Shion’s head. The blonde princess blocked the strike with her forearm, but Hinata used it as leverage to hook her other foot inward, leaping into the air to smash her heel into the side of Shion’s stomach.

The blond gagged and fell to one knee, holding her side painfully. Hinata strode after her with a cocky grin on her face, throwing a kick for her stomach while she was down. Shion managed to dive back away from it, springing herself upward and slamming her palm into Hinata’s own toned tummy. The black-haired ninja grunted as it made her flat stomach even flatter, doubling over hugging her stomach as her eyes went wide.

“I’m not pushover, if you remember,” Shion warned her, standing up and readying another fighting stance. “And I’ve only gotten tougher than last time.”

“That just means you’ll scream longer before you pass out like a bitch,” Hinata growled back, standing back up herself.

Ino and Sakura had started their own showdown on the other half of the battlefield. They took a few testing jabs and swings at each other’s heads and chests before they were unable to contain themselves. Ino lunged in close, Sakura catching her by the shoulders and ready to throw the thinner blonde. But before she could counter, Ino grabbed Sakura by the arms and slammed her knee up into her rival’s abs. Sakura let out a loud, pained cry, bending far over and allowing Ino to take her by the hair. She pulled hard on the pink locks to swing Sakura to the ground, leaving her former friend stunned long enough for her to stomp her heel down on Sakura’s stomach.

“Doesn’t matter if you've got the muscle or the cow tits. You're still a shitty excuse for a fighter!” Ino gloated, finally grinding her heel down on Sakura’s navel. The pink-haired girl winced, holding onto Ino’s ankle to hold back the full force of Ino’s stomp. She finally got the leverage to lift up Ino’s foot high enough and shift to one side, forcing Ino’s foot onto the ground. She swung her lower body upward, acrobatically wrapping her leg around Ino’s and kicking squarely up into her gut.

“AUGHH!” Ino let out a husky groan as the inverted kick struck her stomach, losing her balance and quickly falling down to Sakura’s level. Sakura sat up in her current position, mounting Ino’s legs and throwing a few quick slams of her right fist into Ino’s tummy. Her hits were already starting to turn Ino’s pale skin red from all the punishment, specifically around her exposed belly button.

“Still a dumb pig in the end,” Sakura taunted. “We’ll see who can outfight who, you fat blonde bitch!”

Shion moved in on Hinata, throwing a few more punches at her midsection. Hinata backed away while deflecting her attacks, finally catching Shion’s wrist and spinning to end up behind the blonde’s back. Shion wasn’t able to escape before Hinata kicked into the back of her knee, forcing her to fall to her knees in front of her. Hinata looped one leg around Shion’s before pulling back on the arm, forcing her into an awkward abdominal stretch submission hold. “Yaaaahh!” Shion let out a pained wail as her stomach muscles were stretched out by the hold, as well as Hinata’s work on her thigh and shoulder by her grip on her limbs.

“Got you now, you meddling little slut. I’ll teach you to take Naruto from me. Maybe this time I’ll shave you bald with a kunai to make sure you get the point!” Hinata hissed her threats venomously into Shion’s ear, the blonde sweating and eyes watering from the rough hold. Shion shook her head, trying to wriggle out of the submission lock, but Hinata had it on tight from her one quick counter attack. She was stuck and nearly helpless as Hinata flexed her fingers into a claw, slamming her fingers into Shion’s belly and slowly raking her nails over the blonde’s vulnerable skin to milk out more of the trapped girl’s screams.

Ino had managed to throw a few punches into Sakura’s breasts, forcing her to retreat and cradle her heavy chest. It gave the blonde her chance to lean back and throw a kick into Sakura’s stomach, knocking her back onto her ass. Both girls rubbed their abs tenderly before they lunged right back at each other, grabbing their rival by the hair and throwing as many slaps, punches, and claws as they could into the hated foe’s stomach region.

Ino finally pulled back, wincing as Sakura's grip was lost at the cost of several long blonde strands of hair. She used the distance and Sakura's surprise to kick her hard in the stomach, sending the pink-haired ninja flying backward until her back collided with a tree. Ino turned, ready to fend off Hinata and Shion, only to see Hinata still had her in her stretching hold. Seeing her opportunity to take out the one non-native villager in the fight, Ino rushed over to the scene and punched the trapped Shion squarely below her navel.

Shion let out a loud choking noise, her body trying to bend over but held in place by Hinata's hands and legs.

"Haha! Nowhere to run to now, little princess!" Hinata gloated by her ear, finally releasing the hold to move onto the simpler full nelson. She pulled up on Shion's arms, making her stand upright but still left helpless when Ino pounded a few more fists into her, working the tender area just above the waistband of Shion's shorts. The blonde captive kept jerking and gagging as she was pummeled, left at their mercy until her rescue.

Said rescue came when Sakura appeared behind Hinata, grabbing her hair and pulling back as hard as she could. The dark-haired kunoichi yelped as she was forced to stagger backward, releasing her hold on Shion. The princess eagerly pulled away from her captor, and in doing so she charged right into Ino. Shion tackled the rival blonde to the ground, tumbling over each other until Shion landed on top of her opponent. She straddled Ino's hips and hammered a punch down into her stomach, the trapped kunoichi trying to raise her hands in a panicked attempt to block her stomach.

"Not so tough when I'm fighting back, are you!?" Shion growled, sending her fists into Ino's stomach with a flurry of punches.

Ino finally managed to get her hands up to shove Shion's aside, halting her attack and giving Ino the opening to grab Shion by her bruised belly and dig in with her fingers. Shion screamed from the stomach claw crushing around her abs, the agony sapping her strength and putting a stop to her comeback. Ino used her grip to swing the opposing blonde to one side, dumping Shion to the ground while keeping a hold on her stomach.

Shion held and pulled on her wrist to try to stop her, but Ino raised the hand herself. Shion tried to escape, but was clumsy in her surprise and aching stomach. Ino had only let up her grip to allow space for her head, leaning in and biting into the tight but soft flesh of Shion's belly, getting another shrill scream out of the pinned princess.

Hinata was still caught in Sakura's grip, the pink-haired girl yanking on the brunette's locks. "I'll teach you to mess with me, you gothy little slut!" Sakura growled, giving a quick punch into the side of Hinata's belly. Hinata was briefly winded from the hit, letting Sakura turn and swing her by the hair. It sent Hinata stumbling out of control away from her, but she stopped abruptly when her stomach ran right into a low-hanging branch. The winded ninja doubled over the tree limb as she held onto it just to keep her balance.

Sakura came up behind her and send a stomp into her lower back, pushing Hinata's stomach into the branch again. Hinata let out a loud, wet gag as she was forced to spit out into the grass below, but squeezed the branch in her fists and threw a mule kick back into her attacking rival's stomach.

"UAFFF!" Sakura's legs buckled, making her fall to her knees in the grass and groaning as she curled up weakly. Hinata turned sharply, taking Sakura's hair as forcing her nearly upright before she put her knee into the pink-haired ninja's stomach. Sakura gasped from the pain crushing her belly, but Hinata didn't relent. She pounded her knees up as fast as she could, flexing her thigh to pummel Sakura's abdomen.

"I'm going to leave your gut the same color as your stupid hair," Hinata threatened. "I'll break your fat belly so you know to stay away from my Naruto!"

"I'm not even interested in that weirdo!" Sakura blurted back, just to take another knee to her navel. Hinata bent her over her leg and flipped Sakura over it, crashing her to the grass on her back. Hinata knelt down beside the stunned Sakura before she looped her legs around her middle. Sakura felt the pressure of Hinata's resting thighs just in time to try to crawl away, but not before the sadistic kunoichi clamped her legs together.

"YAAAAH!" Sakura howled out in pain as the leg scissor pressed right around her  battered waist, squeezing her aching abs and variously tender bruises. She squirmed and thrashed, trying to push Hinata's legs off while still kicking and pushing with her feet and hips in hopes of wriggling free.

"You can't escape the better set of legs," Hinata gloated, grinning wickedly at the screaming Sakura. "I'm the better bride for Naruto, so I'm the better woman. Now just sit back and suffer while you imagine what these legs can do to him."

"You're fucking nuts! Aghhh!" Sakura yelped between her pained cries.

Hinata just clamped around her tighter, squeezing more screams and air out of Sakura. It felt like she might just break in half at the stomach when Ino suddenly charged into her line of sight, kicking the reclining Hinata right into her stomach.

"OUFFF~!" Hinata gave a heavy grunt as she was forced to let go of Sakura, rolling a few feet away and holding her sore stomach. Ino started to stomp after her, but Sakura didn't feel she owed her any favors. Sakura grabbed her by the ankle, tripping the rival blonde to the ground and trying to climb on top of her back.

"Thanks for the save, piggy!" Sakura snapped at her, pulling back on her hair. She pressed her hips into Ino's lower back, stretching her spine backward and forcing her to thrust her own aching belly outward. Ino let out a childish cry of pain, flailing her hands blindly at Sakura's grasping hands.

The pink ninja leaned back, using her weight to force the strain on Ino's back and belly. The blonde grit her teeth, trying to outlast her for another girl to double cross Sakura and let her escape the stretching hold. Shion came into her view, but it didn't seem to be quite what she'd hoped for. Shion was still holding her bruised up belly, dotted with dull red bite marks where Ino had gnawed on her and left her to battle her other opponents. Given her irritated expression and slight limp to minimize the movement of her body, she didn't look ready to help her out.

Shion threw a soccer style kick into Ino's exposed stomach, a loud smacking sound heard just before the captured blonde's shrill screams escaped her lips. Shion smirked at her payback, enjoying the sensation enough to give Ino another boot from her scandals.

Sakura grinned from seeing her trapped and moaning opponent caught in her clutches. Shion wound up for another, just to swing it at Sakura's chest just above Ino's head. Sakura didn't fall for the ploy though, catching Shion by the foot. She pulled the attacking blonde closer and hooked her knees under Ino's arms keeping her trapped in the hold while Sakura punched Shion squarely in the stomach.

"UHGGH!" Shion froze in her tracks as the hard blow smacked into her belly. Sakura unleashed several more blows, punching wildly into Shion's stomach. Meanwhile, Hinata had finally gotten back to her feet and charged over, but kicked between Sakura and Shion to nail Ino in her bared abdomen.

Ino gave a rough grunt from the blow, and between Sakura and Hinata's attacks, the captive blonde's cries of pain began to mix with Shion's. Sakura finally released her hold, Ino and Shion collapse in a heap on top of each other.

“Let’s stretch them out a little more,” Hinata offered, smirking at Sakura. “It looks like her highness could use another workout.”

Sakura nodded to her, grabbing Shion by the wrists and letting Hinata take her ankles. They left Ino to suffer beneath them, still nursing her bruised stomach while Shion was lifted over her and stretched out, her tormentors pulling out on her limbs. Shion wailed as she was pulled apart by her limbs, making her abdominal muscles stretch out painfully on top of her aching arms and legs. When she seemed to be drawn out as far as she could reach and tensed as tightly as she could stand, Hinata's foot shot up into the captured blonde's stomach.

"UAGHH!" Shion let out a pathetic grunt, unable to do anything to protect herself with the two girls holding her back. Sakura joined in the fun, reaching her foot far enough to sink into Shion's navel. The princess' exposed belly flesh was a mix of red and purple from all the beating it was being put through, and only getting worse as Sakura and Hinata took turns balance on one leg to kick her stomach over and over. Shion's sobs alone were starting to hurt her guts from how they made her abs twitch, but the kicks were that much worse.

Sakura released her arms at last, which stopped the stretching but let Shion land flat on her face in the grass. Hinata still held onto her legs, stepping closer to turn her upside down. The brunette didn't let up, turning to knee the blonde in her stomach instead. Shion bounced in her grip and gave off weak, high-pitched grunts each time she was pounded.

"You won't be able to stand, let alone chase after my precious Naruto," Hinata gloated down at the miserable princess.

Hinata pulled up on her legs, hefting her up in the air a moment before she swung her back down, forcing her to land with her stomach impacting on the kneeling Sakura's extended knee. Shion gave a huge, high scream as she clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes and teeth grit to try to bite back any further cries. After letting her stay impaled on the knee, coughing and sputtering, Hinata grabbed Shion by the hair and flung her skyward with all her might. Shion flew several yards up into the air thanks to the skilled toss, flying limply before she turned in midair from the force of the throw.

She looked up in time to see Ino above her, waiting in the trees and jumping off to hammer right into Shion's belly with an axe kick, her heel slamming right through her clutching fingers and rocketing the princess back down to the ground. Shion landed with an echoing BOOM, smashing into the ground hard enough to leave a small crater where she landed.

Shion laid on her back, mouth hanging open and foaming spittle running over her lips. Her eyes were glazed over, staring at nothing as she twitched pathetically, and her abs so beaten and dented by the other girls that she looked like she'd have to crawl back home. Whenever she woke up, that is.

Sakura was too surprised that Ino had gotten up to the trees to assist with Hinata's counter, letting the remaining blonde jump down and land behind her. Ino quickly grabbed the pink hair in front of her, pulling on it and pressing her body up tight against Sakura's back as she locked in a quick chokehold.

Sakura winced and grabbed behind her, Ino maneuvering carefully to avoid being subjected to her rival's impressive strength. Sakura rammed a few blind elbows back, but she realized that Ino's position was extremely tactical. The blonde's damaged belly was entirely protected from her blows while behind Sakura!

The blonde hopped up and locked her legs around Sakura's waist, locking her ankles together and squeezing against Sakura's stomach. The pink-haired ninja gurgled and grunted as her belly was clamped in the standing body scissor, forced to bend over with Ino riding on her.

"Ugh... just like a pig to resort to a piggybacking hold!" Sakura growled angrily, trying to pull herself free. The chokehold was more to keep her at bay, so the stomach pain was what was really starting to drain her. Ino adjusted her footing to sink her hard heels further into her belly.

"Keep whining about it. You're just making it more obviously how badly you're losing," Ino mocked right back.

The pink ninja looked ready to fall to her knees, but Hinata came charging at them. Ino ensured that she was right behind Sakura to avoid any chance of taking a direct hit, but Hinata didn't seem terribly concerned with that.

They had agreed to not using their jutsus in the match, but Hinata could at least relate to the ideas of her Gentle Fist technique. She had no issues with hitting Sakura, but why not take two out with one shot? Hinata threw a punch with all her might into Sakura's stomach, hitting hard enough that it not only sent her rocketing backward, but the impact went through and stung Ino some as well. Her grip loosened a bit, right before her back connected with the tree right behind them.

focus on belly attacks, Shion I can see being the punching bag to the other three in the fight though getting some hits in herself and the winner being either Hinata or Sakura.

Ino cried out, releasing the chokehold and dropping to her knees as she held her back with one hand, the other rubbing her freshly aching belly. Sakura spun around, grabbing Ino by the neck and lifting her off her feet against the tree. With her stunned and held up, Sakura was free to take out her payback by punching Ino in her lower belly, sending more shocking pain through her insides.

Ino's eyes bulged with each angry body blow that rocked her body, forced to take a half dozen of them before she managed to lash out with her knee. The sudden strike connected with the side of Sakura's belly, getting her to yelp and release the blonde. Ino dropped to her feet and instantly went into a tackle, driving her head into Sakura's belly on the way and dragging her backward.

Sakura let out a thick, pained groan as she skidded backward from Ino's tackle/headbutt, only for Hinata to cut in and kick Ino in the side. The blonde wailed and went tumbling to one side, only stopping her rolling when she hit another tree. Sakura turned to go after her, only for Hinata to throw a kick at her pink-haired foe's stomach. Sakura was just quick enough to catch Hinata by the foot, stopping her short and throwing a quick sucker punch into the brunette's belly.

It was enough to get Hinata to wince and fall to her knees, Sakura pushing her over and moving back to finish Ino. The blond ninja girl was still reeling, rolled over to her back to keep the pressure off of her stomach. This was perfect for Sakura anyway, who firmly stomped down onto Ino's belly. The blonde's stomach caved inward for a moment from the impact, squashed and gagging under Sakura's heavy footstep.

"About time someone properly crushed you, piggy," Sakura sneered, grinding her heel a bit before delivering a few more stomps. Ino could only try to curl up, with Sakura's foot being between her two halves making it that much more difficult. Sakura pelted her with countless more until she finally pulled back, Ino too weak to properly rise or even roll over. She also discovered that Sakura had only stepped off because Hinata was diving down from the tree overhead, spiking her own flying kick into Ino's vulnerable belly.

Ino gagged and twitched, looking not unlike Shion in her own right; blonde, drooling, and bruised in the middle.

"I feel like there's a riddle you could make out of that; blonde and black and blue all over," Hinata smirked, casually grinding her feet again Ino's midsection. Ino made some pathetic squeaks, but they were more from the air being forced out of her than from Ino actually being conscious.

"Don't expect me to thank you for that," Sakura huffed. "She was your enemy too."

"Every girl with a pair of eyes is a threat to taking my handsome Naruto," Hinata chimed almost sweetly. "Maybe I should just claw yours out so you're not any trouble to me anymore."

Their alliance clearly tossed aside, the girls faced off. Hinata finally stepped off of Shion's witless body, throwing a palm strike for Sakura's stomach. The pink-haired girl dodged aside, grabbing and pulling on Hinata's hair. The brunette gave a quick yelp from the pain, Sakura following up with a fist flying at her belly. Hinata managed to catch Sakura by the wrist, pulling her arm so that she could knee the pink kunoichi hard in the breadbasket.

Sakura huffed and was easily flipped to the ground by Hinata, leaving Sakura landing disoriented. Hinata followed and raised a foot to stomp down on her, much like Sakura had to Ino, just as Sakura rolled onto her back. Sakura surprised her by kicking up at her first, nailing Hinata in the stomach instead.

Hinata bent over almost double, holding onto her belly as she coughed some air back into her lungs. Sakura rolled and rose quickly, tackling into Hinata and bringing her to the ground. Before Sakura could lock on any sort of hold of her own, Hinata wrapped an arm around the pink-haired head and tightened in a headlock, using it as leverage to drive one punch after another into Sakura's belly.

Sakura grunted loudly from each of the blows, making her wince and suffer the strikes a while before she reached out, and grabbed Hinata by the guts, and squeezed. Hinata gave a high, wet gasp, her pale eyes going wide and spittle flying from her lips. Sakura's strong hands clenched around her stomach muscles, pressing them inward painfully. The gothic-looking ninja sputtered weakly, feeling nauseous from all the pain coursing through her middle.

Hinata pawed at Sakura weakly, finally grasping her by the arms. She drove a few knees into Sakura's abs, but she still held onto Hinata's stomach. With that failing her, Hinata pulled up on her arms, grunting with effort as she lifted Sakura off the ground as if for some manner of elaborate suplex.

The effort of lifting a girl at least her own size made her body ache, especially around her tender core. It was a small favor that Sakura's grip was awkward at that angle, too busy struggling and shouting at her to focus on it as much, but the strain more than made up for it.

"Put me down, you emo little psycho!" Sakura ranted at her.

"I think it's time to shut you up for good, slut. And that means putting your fat ass down!" Hinata shouted back.

Hinata stumbled a few quick, hurried steps forward before she dumped Sakura back down, landing her belly first onto a small but hard tree stump. Sakura let out a huge, thick grunt as it rammed into her stomach, pressing up on her skin as she felt like she had been impaled on her sensitive stomach.

Sakura was left bent over the stump, ass up in the air pathetically as she drooled over the other side. Hinata caught her breath, wiping some sweat from her hair and forehead before stepping over to Sakura's side. She kicked into her ribs, getting another shrill whine out of her and landing Sakura on her back. Hinata took her time resting and recovering while throwing in hard kicks and stomps whenever the whim took her towards more violence on Sakura. She was down and not getting back up for a while, but it didn't mean Hinata couldn't get some more sadistic fun out of her.

Hinata took both of her arms, dragging her back to the stump with Sakura moaning and shaking her head. "Nooo. No, stop. You win. Naruto's yours. I don't care!" she pleaded quietly, not wishing to speak too much for the pain it caused her belly.

Hinata just tossed her arms over the stump, leaving Sakura's upper back resting over the stump. It left her chest thrust out and her belly stretched tightly in front of it, Hinata kneeling down and throwing a few more punches into the belly again. Sakura winced and twitched with each one, her muscles twitching and aching enough that her ribs and chest were starting to hurt from all the damage done to her.

Hinata turned and stepped back, Sakura desperately hoping that it meant she was content to leave without another blow or word. Her hopes were clearly dashed when Hinata turned back around, charging her and throwing a kick that arched upward and dug into Sakura's belly. It hit so hard that Sakura thought she felt her stomach rise up into her throat, her face showing her horror as a disgusting gagging noise came from her lips.

Sakura fell to one side, moaning and holding her stomach in pain. "No hands," Hinata hissed at her venomously. She grabbed Sakura's hands, removing the hairband from the mass of pink hair to tie them  behind her back.

Sakura whimpered and pleaded miserably. "Please... no, you already won."

"God, you're so whiney," Hinata sneered. "If I'd ever lost (as if!), I'd never have been so pathetic and begging as you! In fact, if you're going to be such a brat... I think a spanking is in order!"

Hinata sat on the stump herself, pulling Sakura up into her lap. Sakura briefly hoped it meant punishing anything besides her stomach, but she was laid on her back, stretching her abs out before Hinata's eager claws. The brunette proceeded to slap her belly hard, the otherwise harmless sting sending electric agony through Sakura's stomach muscles.

Sakura's eyes were watering from pain and humiliation in no time as Hinata administered her awful spanking, pummeling Sakura's abs further just for good measure. She raked her nails over it when she let her hand linger, even spitting on Sakura's stomach to make her cringe at even that little amount of pressure stung her muscles, as well as her pride.

"Was that weak belly all you really had going for you? That flab will never get you a boyfriend!" Hinata cackled gleefully as she delivered another sharp slap, tracing her dark nails over Sakura's pulsing, agonized muscles. She finally appeared to grow bored, finally delivering one more elbow that spiked into Sakura's stomach. She felt one more jolt of agony before her body could take no more, blacking out in her lap.

Shion and Ino groaned, coming to at roughly the same time. Their hands were already tied behind them, and Hinata watching them with her chin in her hand as she sat on the stump.

"There you are," she mused. "Nice of you to wake up so late." The other girls could see Sakura slumped in a broken heap against the tree, her top removed to show the extent of all her bruises and scratches delivered to her belly. "Now if you girls aren't going to volunteer, I can pick who's next, but I think it's time I drove the point home that you do NOT fuck with me or my man. So... who’s ready for a spanking?" she asked with a sinister grin.

Game of Thrones Catfight: Sansa vs Shae

not the most versed in the series, but have been meaning to get around to watching that box set I've got laying around. pits the lady Sansa against her servant who's been fucking her husband, and that's really about all you need to know going into it

Sansa Stark had never felt so betrayed. Even when she was forced  into this disgraceful marriage with Tyrion, there was at least some upside to it. It had come with the death of her father, and her new husband was much older and MUCH shorter than her, but he was kind to her. He had made it clear to her that she would not be forced by him to do anything, and certainly not demanding for sex since he understood her situation. But hearing from the other servants that her own handmaiden was sleeping with her husband had her blood boiling.

Sansa went to confront the treacherous handmaiden, grabbing Shae by the arm and pulling her from the halls into her private chamber. "Listen, you ungrateful little bitch. I know everything," Sansa hissed at her, still squeezed her aide by the arm. Shae's eyes widened a moment in sheer surprise at the confrontation, but took up a defiant expression as Sansa went on. "I know about you and Tyrion. I knew I had a whore for a handmaiden, but I expected you to be able to keep your legs together long enough to not try to steal my husband!"

Shae glared right back at her, as if she were the one being cheated on.
"Steal him?!" she repeated in an almost disgusted tone of voice. "How is it stealing when you never had him? You hated the marriage! You never slept with him! A man has needs, and I was fulfilling them in a way you refused."

Sansa blushed a mix of embarrassment and outrage. Of course she had objected to sleeping with the man she'd just met and been forced to marry. But after all this time, she'd grown to care for him, making her all the more insulted when her friend had been having an affair with him.

Sansa thrust a finger into Shae's face. "That’s no excuse and you know it! You'll stay away from him and that's final, do you hear me?"

Shae stepped forward anyway, ignoring her lady's finger and thrusting her chest out to push into Sansa's. "Why? Because you're threatened by me being a better woman than you? You know that you'd never be able to do the things to him that I can, you dried up shrew."

Sansa visibly fumed, looking ready to slap her on the spot when they heard the steps of guards coming down the hall. It wouldn't be out of place for them to be in the chamber, of course, but if they started hearing threats and insults, the men could easily find an excuse to walk in on them. They could interrupt the whole thing, or maybe even worse start up some out of control rumor. The two women all but held their breath to let the men pass by, staring angrily into each other's eyes.

"Tonight," Sansa said firmly. Shae just glared back, letting her proceed with her idea, but having the same unspoken thoughts herself. "Meet me back here, when the guards are on the outer edges of the castle on watch. There won't be so much as a washmaid at that hour. We can settle this woman to woman."

Shae nodded curtly in agreement, and they left to go their separate ways for the rest of the day. By nightfall, they both met again in the same spot. Neither had told another soul about the incident, leaving the last of their walk to the private quarters a quiet one. So while Tyrion kept himself busy for the night, his women locked themselves in Sansa's chambers, dressed in loose and simple dresses that they would wear around the castle in private.

The bed and sparse furniture were all off to the sides, and several candles and lanterns along the walls were providing them a low, almost romantic light. The feeling was anything but romantic, though, as the women stood across from each other in the small but comfortable room, glaring daggers across the floor.

"I'll tear that whore pussy apart so that he'll never touch it again," Sansa threatened with fire and venom in her every word.

"I'll leave you so sore that you'll never have the chance to know his love. Ready to be beat and fucked like a real whore, 'your ladyship?" Shae fired back sarcastically.

Not content to leave it at words, Sansa stepped forward and threw a sharp slap across her servant's face. Shae staggered a bit from the smack, but it was more surprising than truly painful. For all the world they lived in, the women were never trained in any sort of combat and so were fighting by instincts alone. As soon as her head was facing forward again, Sansa pounced on her, bringing Shae down on top of her noble opponent.

The noblewoman threw a few vicious slaps across the handmaiden's face before Shae grabbed her attacker's wrists, both of them grunting with effort as they wrestled for supremacy.

"Get off me, you fucking cow!" Shae growled at her, pushing a hand into Sansa's face and pushing back on it. The mounting brunette shook her head and tried to make her lose her grip, succeeding a bit before Shae used the distraction to let her other hand grab and rip a strip of her dress from the chest down.

Sansa let out an angry gasp as a large part of her one breast was exposed to the warm air of the room. "You stupid little tramp!" she spat, slapping at Shae's face clumsily while retreating to her knees. Shae threw up a hand to block the awkward swings, and as Sansa tried to crawl back she grabbed at her skirts and pulled. Sansa let out a shriek and kicked back at Shae, hitting her upper body before one clipped her jaw. The servant fell back rather than risk any further damage, but left another tear on her lady's dress, this time up the side.

"You ungrateful little shit!" Sansa shouted as she turned back to her handmaiden. She threw a kick into Shae's chest, knocking the servant girl onto her ass before Sansa grabbed onto Shae's skirts. She pulled up with both hands in separate directions, getting a few tears in the soft fabric despite it not being her real target. With Shae's bare legs exposed to her, Sansa reached between them and jammed her nails into her servant's crotch.

"AOOOWH! You dirty, cheating cxnt!" Shae thrashed suddenly at the invasive attack, kicking and flailing at Sansa, but her position in between her legs made all of her attacks miss wildly.

"You're one to talk about cheating, you adulterous fucking whore!" Sansa growled back, twisting her wrist so that her nails raked and squeezed Shae's womanhood through her panties. Shae shrieked again, but she managed to grab Sansa by the wrist and tear her hand off of her in one painful pull.

While she had hold of the arm, Shae closed her legs tightly together around Sansa's ribs and started squeezing. It was Sansa's turn to scream as her upper body was stretched and squashed, pressing her breasts upward until they were almost spilling out of her evening dress. All of Sansa's thrashing and jiggling as she tried to escape caught Shae's eye. Letting her legs hold her opponent in place, Shae reached down and grabbed Sansa by her tits, viciously pulling and leaving rough red scratches over them.

"OWWW! Get off my tits, you slutty pig!" Sansa howled at her, the torment managing tear the front of to yank her breasts completely over the edge of her dress. Her hard nipples were exposed, letting Sansa's outrage boil over and elbowing Shae in the stomach.

The handmaiden gave a surprised wheeze as the wind was knocked out of her, losing the grip on Sansa with both her legs and arms alike. Sansa grabbed her former friend by the hair and threw her to the floor, leaving Shae to land roughly on her side. Sansa crawled after and pulled Shae's hair again, forcing her head up and slapping her across the face as fast as she could manage.

Shae shrieked and pulled up her arms in an instinctive attempt to protect herself. When Sansa just reached around the to keep slapping at her head, Shae changed tactics to reach and grab Sansa's breasts again. The handmaiden pulled and stretched them out, yanking on them like some kind of malicious dairy farmer. Sansa emitted another pained howl, but set herself on paying her back for the pain by grabbing Shae's dress at the center and ripping apart the fabric.

Shae's sweaty tits bounced out into the hot open air, Sansa quick to seize them and jam her fingernails into her opponent's budding nipples. Sansa instantly felt the awkward pain of her nipples being inverted and pushed into her chest, screaming shrilly as she tried to take it out on Sansa's chest still cupped roughly in her hands.

The two effectively topless women scratched and shoved at each other's' chests a while longer before Shae surprised her mistress with a knee between the legs. Sansa let out a throat grunt and stopped to hold her aching pussy, Shae pushing into her stomach with her raised leg to knock her back onto the floor in front of her. The handmaiden rose while clutching her chest, standing over Sansa and kicking her in the ribs.

"Looks like your dried up twat couldn't take a real man anyway!" Shae shouted at her furiously, the private quarters drowning out any noise that might be caught by random passerby. Shae pressed her point by quickly raising and stomping her bare foot onto Sansa's groin for another painful low blow.

Sansa howled and rolled as she clutched her pussy again, but as Shae readied another hit, she rolled over and grabbed her dress near Shae's thighs. She pulled down hard enough to yank it clean off her body with a few sharp tearing noises.

"I think a whore should dress like one, don't you!?" Sansa growled as she stripped her opponent, tackling into her hard enough that Shae, left only in her panties, tripped over her fallen dress and landed back on the floor. Shae scrambled back on her ass and hands, pulling away from Sansa to let the noble fighter massage her aching privates.

It didn't keep Sansa from attacking, sending a quick and angry slap across Shae's breasts. The hand between her legs put her off balance, and as Sansa stumbled from her own attack, Shae shoved back angrily into her chest. Sansa fell back towards the wall, catching herself by bracing her hands against the stone rather than slamming into it. It did still leave her wide open to Shae's attack, the handmaiden grabbing the back of Sansa's skirts and holding them up to her middle back. Shae leaned on her mistress and with her pantied ass exposed, she spanked her hard enough for her lady's hips to thrust against the wall and cry out in shock.

"If you're going to behave like a spoiled brat, I'll punish you like one!" Shae hissed, delivering three more hard smacks to Sansa's ass. Sansa screamed and pushed back from the wall, but Shae kept her pinned there by leaning harder into her, pressing her naked breasts against her back. Sansa's own bared jugs pushed against the cold stone of the wall, making her nipples grow painfully hard against it. Sansa realized her predicament, and after a few further spankings she twisted hard to one side, uncaring of the damages she'd do.

Shae still kept her grip on her mistress' skirt, pulling and holding on tightly to keep her from breaking free for a moment. The ladies entered a quick tug of war before Sansa pulled too roughly, tearing the last of the dress completely off her body. While Shae was proud to have ripped the clothes off her mistress, leaving them both in nothing but their panties, but trying to discard the large dress from her hands kept her too busy to press an attack.

Sansa raised the stakes another level when she reached between Shae's legs, stuffing her hand into her panties and scratching at anything she could find. Shae screamed as Sansa's nails dragged over her pubic hair and tore some of them loose from her crotch.

"Dirty, cheating cxnt!" Shae hissed through her grinding teeth, grasping Sansa's chest like a pair of fleshy stress balls. Sansa thought she had her right where she wanted her when Shae suddenly threw a punch into her face. Sansa loosened her grip as she rubbed her mouth where she'd been hit, allowing Shae to take her by the panties and pull down to exposing Sansa's ass.

"Ugh... don't you dare, you fucking bitch!" Sansa mumbled through her covered mouth, but Shae turned her grip to scrape her nails down her mistress' back before squeezing on her ass cheeks, burying her claws into her soft flesh.

Sansa howled in pain, her back burning from the scratch and stinging in her soft, noble rear. "Try sitting on a fucking throne after I'm done with you!" Shae threatened, twisting her nails to pinch on Sansa's soft skin. Sansa finally had to pull back, rolling away from her clumsily but effectively. She broke out of Shae's vicious grip, but the servant kept her grip on Sansa' panties, forcing her to crawl right out of them in her escape.

"You give those back, you ugly little witch!" Sansa demanded, but Shae angrily threw the underwear across the room. Sansa let out a fuming growl and pounced on her, regardless of her nudity, and tackled her off the bed. The rolled on the floor a bit before Sansa pushed her away, ending up by her legs and managing to grab Shae by her waistband. Clearly set on revenge, Shae screamed and kicked at her, nailing Sansa in her breasts a few times but only really serving to push herself further away. With Sansa keeping her grip, it forced her own panties down to just above her knees before Shae shot a kick into Sansa's pussy.

"AWWAH!" Sansa let out a high scream as a hand went to cup her crotch. Shae gave one more jerk to pull away, but instead of breaking Sansa's grip she only tore a large hole down the side of her panties, rendering them useless.

"You petty, overgrown child!" Shae growled, turning back to Sansa as she dizzily nursed her aching pussy. Shae grabbed her mistress by the hair and forced her to the floor, pressing her face and breasts into the carpet and straddling her back. Shae’s fuzzy bush pressed against Sansa's lower back as she balanced on top of her, shaking her hair violently from side to side. Sansa was disgusted to feel her handmaiden's warm, wet crotch against her skin, but her outrage was cut off before she could voice it when Shae changed her grip to shove Sansa face first into the floor.

"Who's the better woman now? The one actually pleasing her man, or the weak cxnt surviving off his glory?" taunted Shae, twisting her hair to grind Sansa's face into the carpet. Sansa's fury boiled over, growling before she grabbed Shae by the wrist. She tore the hand from her hair, even if it cost her several painfully plucked strands, and pulled it down so that Sansa could bite down on her fingers.

Shae yelped and pulled her hand back, recoiling as Sansa jerked sharply to one side. The movement threw her servant off, landing roughly on the floor next to her. Sansa grabbed the wall to hurry back to her feet before stomping after her stunned opponent. Sansa grabbed Shae by the ankles, spreading out her legs as she stood over them.

"No!" Shae blurted dizzily. "No, you can't! Not my AHHH! YOU FUCKING cxnt!"

Sansa stomped again, this time spiking her heel down onto Shae's pussy and grinding against it.

Shae clawed and grabbed at the carpet, trying to pull herself away from her mistress as Sansa kept stomping harder on her twat, even scratching her toe nails over her waist.

"Is that how he uses your slutty cxnt, you little whore!?" Sansa growled at her, jumping up a bit to add an extra bit of force to the next stomp.

Shae howled and sobbed in pain, but she kicked hard enough to free from of her legs and tag Sansa in one of her breasts. Her mistress staggered back, off balance as Shae rolled into a sitting position, rubbing her crotch as she wiped some sweat and tears from her face.

"You cheap fucking dyke!" Shae swore at her furiously. "I'm going to tear you to pieces so there's nothing left for Tyrion to fuck in the first place!"

“You’re not woman enough to try,” Sansa growled back, rubbing her breast before rushing in to throw a kick at Shae’s ribs. Shae dodged to one side, tumbling away from the clumsy kick. Sansa yelped and fell to the floor, Shae quick to hold her arms down and wrap her legs around her mistress’ narrow waist.

“Not woman enough?  Well how about you get to know what’s between these thighs!” Shae hissed, flexing her legs to clench them in a body scissor. Sansa gasped and tensed up, slapping and pushing at the carpet in a desperate bid to escape.

“Oh fuck! Stop!” Sansa blurted, looking downward to push on Shae’s legs. “Should have known a whore like you would have such experienced legs! Fuck!”

"Keep talking," Shae grunted back at her. "Because I'm sure that's going to get you out of this." Shae took Sansa's hair in both hands, pulling on it as hard as she could while still tensing her legs around her.

Sansa screamed between the two painful attacks on her stomach and scalp, only stopping when she had to suck in deep, desperate breaths. Shae loved seeing her haughty mistress brought down so low, sweating and crying between her powerful thighs. "If you like it between my legs so much, I know you'll love eating my pussy once I've broken you!" Shae gloated.

Deciding there was no other way out, Sansa simply squeezed the upper part of Shae's thigh and bit into her flesh. The servant screamed and instantly released her scissor, letting Sansa hurry out from the hold. She grabbed Shae around the neck, pushing her down with the choke while Sansa proceeded to punch her breasts as fast and as hard as she could in a frenzy of vengeance.

"I'm sick of your filthy tricks, you man stealing whore," Sansa snarled as she extracted her payback, clawing and pounding Shae's breasts until they were looking bright red and swollen bigger than usual.

Wincing from her own pain, Shae reached under the straddling Sansa and rammed her fingers up into her mistress' warm, wet pussy. Shae flexed her fingers, thrusting and turning them inside of her in a drilling gesture that rapidly clawed up the flesh inside Sansa's twat.

"AUGHHH! FUCK YOU, WHORE! GET OUT!" Sansa erupted into howls of pain, stopping her attack to cup her crotch and pull at Shae's intruding hand. Shae adored seeing her squirm and spasm from the intimate pain going on inside her.

"So this is the dirty cxnt that he's been missing out on," Shae hissed angrily, eyes watering from the beating she'd taken to her chest. "I'm sure such a weak piece of pussy could never handle a man like Tyrion!"

Sansa turned at the insult, glaring at Shae as she rolled to one side and raised her leg. The knee collided with Shae's temple, knocking her silly and toppling her to the carpet nearby. Her hand slipped out of Sansa's wet and aching pussy, leaving the two women to curl up and groan over their injuries so far. Sansa hugged an arm to her chest while the other rubbed over her swollen and tender womanhood. Shae nursed her spinning head while her hands ran over and checked the damages done to her thighs, groin and especially her breasts.

After a few moments of nothing but heavy breathing and soft cursing, the women set aside their own suffering to return to glaring at one another.

"You're pay for this, you cheating cxnt," Sansa hissed sharply.

"You were never strong enough to keep him as your own," Shae retorted, the women rising to their knees and quickly closing the short distance between them. Shae renewed the fight with a slap across Sansa's face, but her mistress returned it twice over with a smack to Shae's right breast followed by one to her cheek. The women traded open-handed slaps back and forth, reddening each other's' cheeks and chests anew. Shae finally broke it by tackling into Sansa, but was unable to bring her down. She resorted to tearing at Sansa's hair, ripping out several painful strands at a time. Sansa grunted and yelped from the tearing at her scalp, but she scratched her hands over Shae's face in return.

Shae spit back in Sansa's face, but finally had to turn her head when Sansa's nails drew too close to her eyes, rubbing her sore face. With Shae effectively blinded by the clawing and her own hands, Sansa balled her fists into one and swung them like an imaginary club. The double fist smashed Shae across the face, toppling her over onto her belly near the bed. Sansa quickly descended on the downed Shae, forcing her aide up to her knees so that she could place her breasts and arms rested on the mattress.

Shae was still seeing stars from the heavy blow, letting Sansa force her legs and ass cheeks apart before she threw an uppercut into her servant's open pussy. "OOOOAHHH!" Shae seemed to jolt back to life from the shocking punch, but was too paralyzed from the pain in her crotch to move out of the compromising position. Shae's nails ran over the sheets, gritting her teeth and giving off more sickly sensual groans as Sansa continued to punch her in the twat from behind.

"Does my husband fuck you like this, you shit-eating whore?! Is this how he uses your dirty cxnt!?" Sansa ranted at her hated former friend, beating Shae until her pussy looked swollen, bruised and red. Shae was soon reduced to tears from the painful near-fisting, especially when Sansa leaned her breasts into her ass and used both sets of her fingernails to pinch and pull on her labia.

Shae finally let out a wailing, defeated sob, shaking her head frantically as Sansa spread and stretched her injured flesh.

"Stop! Oh god, no!" Shae howled desperately. "Not my pussy! No more! I give!" She shrieked again as Sansa pinched and twisted her labia again.

"You give up? You surrender the weaker pussy to me?" Sansa demanded, unrelenting in her sexual torture.

Shae nodded and beat her fist on the bed, trying to vent the pain. "Yes! I give! You're the better woman! Fuck, let me go!" Shae sobbed again, ashamed from the defeat as well as the insufferable pain still coursing through her loins. Sansa finally released her pussy from her claws, letting the teary-eyed servant collapse against the bed relief.

“Not yet,” Sansa firmly refused. Shae gasped as she felt her lips parted by Sansa's fingers, feeling her mistress spit on her inner pussy. Sansa shoved her fingers into her, roughly fingering her servant as she was bent over the bed. Shae moaned and whined loudly, her beaten pussy so sensitive that every touch seemed to ache and sting. Still, her body reacted to the attention as if it were simply a rough fucking from Tyrian; her body warmed up rapidly, and her pussy was leaking down her thigh before long.

"Please, no," Shae whimpered, her pussy clenching around Sansa's two finger. "Not like this... please! You won!"

"Then I'm taking my prize. Now why don't you cum like a good little whore? Or do you need someone to pay you first before you can squirt?" Sansa smacked the defeated Shae's ass hard, the resounding crack of the spank echoing in her chambers. Shae jolted from the spanking, making her body bounce up and down on Sansa's fingers as she added a third. Shae couldn't hold out for long. She finally squeezed the sheets within tight fists as she let out a labored scream, squirting over her mistress' fingers. Sansa didn't bother waiting for her to finish, removing her hand to let her cum on the floor like an animal. Sansa wiped off her fingers on Shae's stinging ass, almost like an ointment, but it made Shae feel like she was a scrap of trash being used to clean up her mess.

Shae was able to catch her breath for a few seconds before Sansa grabbed her shoulder and rolled her over to face her. The mistress climbed into bed, kneeling over her and planting her hairy pussy onto her servant's face.

"Service your mistress then, my bitch," Sansa ordered gruffly as she settled her snatch across Shae's mouth. "Lick my better pussy."

Shae gasped and shifted a bit beneath her, the servant girl's back bent awkwardly backward to stay leaning on the bed. She shut her eyes and started licking obediently, trying to shut out the situation to all her senses. But Sansa's musky juices pressed against her nose and tingled against her tongue. Her mistress slapped her in the face before long, forcing Shae to open her eyes with a distressed, muffled moan.

"You look at me when I feed you my pussy," Sansa ordered. "I'm not just my husband looking for a lazy fuck so satisfy some simple urges. I own you, you slutty little piece of shit. You'll look me in the eyes and touch my breasts while I fuck you, and when I cum in your mouth, you will swallow and say 'thank you, Lady Stark. Do you fucking understand me, or do I have to show you why I'm on top again?"

Shae's eyes widened fearfully, but nodded as she stared up at her mistress' breasts and the face behind them. Shae buried her tongue in deeper, looping her hands up around Sansa's pinning legs and rubbing her breasts. Sansa moaned loudly and humped against her face, grinding Shae's back against the edge of the mattress and bouncing her heat on its top. Her mistress was clearly getting off on the control and victory over her more than anything, but the whore's oral talents certainly helped.

"There's a good bitch," Sansa purred serenely, even as Shae lightly pinched her aching nipples. Shae shivered with a mix of lust and disgust to feel Sansa's clit growing thicker and harder, rubbing over her nose and upper lip when she started humping harder.

"You fucking love this, don't you?" Sansa gloated. "You just love being used like the fuck toy you are. You don't care who it's from, just as long as you get fucked and keep swallowing cum like a true slut." Shae started to recognize the signs of her mistress' intense arousal, but could do nothing to stop or escape it. Sansa's thick bush scrubbed over her nose, the strong smell and flavor making her staring eyes water.

At last, she did exactly as Sansa ordered for fear of anything else. She licked and sucked until Sansa's thighs closed around her face, shaking intensely to essentially hump her mouth at a rapid pace. Shae opened her mouth expectantly, but didn't predict the intensity of the victor's orgasm. Shae started to choke as Sansa squirted right down her throat, but when she started to sputter she received a slap in the face.

"Fucking swallow it. Drink my cxnt," Sansa ordered, her facial expression and voice intense as she rode out the orgasm. Shae forced herself to open wider, drinking in her thick, wet cum as quickly as she could manage. It ran down the edges of her mouth before it was over with, practically drowning in Sansa's juices by the time she finished getting off of her. Sansa gave another rough grind of her crotch and pubic hair over Shae's face before she climbed off, leaving her servant to shiver, sob, and gag in a heap.

Sansa briskly set to work gathering Shae's clothes. She threw the tattered dress at her, letting it hit Shae's body while she threw her underwear into the fireplace, letting it catch and burn.

"You're walking back to your quarters like that," Sansa ordered. "If anyone asks what happened, tell them that I punished you. And you are NOT going near my husband again. Do you understand?"

Shae swallowed thickly, her face souring at the traumatically associated taste of Sansa's cum and nodding. "Yes, mistress. Thank you, Lady Stark" she mumbled dejectedly, pulling on her torn dress and quietly leaving the room. Sansa waited for her to be gone for several minutes before she sat on her bed, spreading her legs and masturbating to the intense fight scene, especially the finale.