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.

Megan Fox vs Rosie Whiteley (commission)

A short and sweet one for actresses competing for the part in Transformers 3. There's apparently some buzz about this? I honestly never saw the movies, and the latest trailer does nothing but confuse me. But the story was fun and quick! Enjoy!

It was all the buzz around the studios. Everyone in the business knew that they were dropping Megan Fox for Rosie Whiteley, and Megan was not taking it quietly.

"This is bullshit!" she insisted furiously, storming onto the set. Rosie was already there, watching Megan warily but still just drinking occasionally from her water bottle. Megan pointed accusingly at the small gathering of writers and producers behind the cameras. "You're going to take this ugly fucking blonde over me?! Are you fucking nuts!? At least I know how to do an action scene!" The writers winced. Clearly this would get ugly.

"You want an action scene, you bitch?" Rosie took the brunette by the shoulder, spinning her around and throwing the remains of her water bottle into Megan's face. With it splashed over the original star's chest and top, she snarled and grabbed Rosie by the hair. The crew was quick to grab the pair of brawling starlets and pull them apart, but they kept throwing fists and insults across the empty space between them. It was obvious that this wouldn't blow over easily, and they needed a solution. When some of the cameramen and co-stars started calling to let them fight, the girls were pulled outside while the producers talked it over.

The setup was simple; the women would fight it out in front of a small group of the writers and producers. The winner stayed in the movie, while the loser got cut. Both of them remained confident in their ability to take out their rival star. They each showed up in the small studio, wearing tight yoga pants and a sports bra each for the fight for their careers. The two women were called over onto the mats that had been laid out for them, stepping forward with their bitter eyes locked.

"You're going down, bitch. This is my turf," Megan growled. She was still striding closer when Whiteley suddenly smacked her across the mouth.

"Maybe start winning before you shit talk, cunt," Rosie hissed at her, taking hold of Megan's hair and yanking her head down. Megan screamed in pain, only to start grunting when Rosie started slamming her knee upward into her tits. Megan finally caught the British brawler by her leg, pulling on it while pushing her shoulder forward. It drove them both down to the mats where Megan was able to start throwing some wide, wild punches at Rosie's head.

The blonde raised her arms to protect her face, but took a few grazing hits all the same. She shifted her attention lower as she looped her long legs around Megan's waist and squeezed her thighs together. Fox let out a startled shout as her belly was crushed between Rosie's legs, leaving her hands still free to deflect Megan's own attempt at an attack.

Megan stopped her assault on Rosie's face to redirect her hands towards her legs. She clawed and beat on the blonde's flexing thighs and knees until Rosie finally released the hold. Fox took in a deep breath once her body was freed, but Rosie only pulled back enough to send a double kick into her breasts while lying on her back. Megan was knocked back onto her ass, grunting as she clutched her chest and off-center sports bra.

Rosie got to her feet and advanced on her foe, but Megan Fox threw a punch for her belly. The blonde grunted and doubled over a bit and Megan went to deliver another blow to her toned tummy. Rosie saw this one coming and caught her by the arm, pushing it aside and using the leverage to knock Megan over onto her stomach. Rosie was quick to mount the back of the struggling star, grabbing both of her wrists from the rear and pushing them down. Megan growled and screamed at her, thrashing around but unable to throw her off.

"Get your fat ass off me!" Megan snapped, unable to back up her words with any real attack to speak of.

"Not a great choice of words when I'm right on top of you," Rosie said with a smirk. She grabbed Megan by the arms and leaned back, bending the limbs around backward at a painful angle. The painful pull not only drew screams from Megan, but forced Megan's upper body to bend upward. It forced her back to arch at a painful angle, with Rosie's bodyweight pushing down on her lower back only making things worse.

"Give it up!" Rosie demanded, giving another hard pull that shot pain through Megan's arm and into her sockets, all while wrenching on her back.

"No! Noooo!" Megan ranted, her voice twisting with anger and agony.

"Suit yourself. You just get to hurt for longer!" Rosie slid her ass further up Megan's pained and sweaty back until her legs draped over the aching shoulders. Rosie finally released Megan's arms, only for the downed celeb to realize that her blonde nemesis was sitting on the back of her head. Fox was grabbed by her hair, lifting her chin off the mats so her pained and sweating face was forced to look up at the writers.

"Let's show them the pretty face they'll be missing on T3," Rosie boasted as she started to steadily squeeze her legs around Megan's neck. The brunette soon gagged and sputtered, drooling over the mats pitifully as she grabbed at the ground in front of her, trying to pull herself free. Megan beat her fists on her opponent’s crushing grip, leaving shallow scratches along her perfect skin but she refused to let go. Rosie pulled up on her scissor victim's hair, forcing her head to stay up and deep into the V of her legs.

Megan coughed and groaned, her face turning red in between the long and powerful legs of her opponent. She couldn't believe how bad things had gotten from just defending her ego and career. She should have been able to bring down the British bitch in no time.

Instead, Rosie got to her feet and dragged Megan around by her hair. The brunette staggered along on all fours after her, struggling just to keep air in her lungs. The blonde brought her to the middle of the mats, well in view of the witnessing staff. "Ready for one more wild ride, you bratty little bitch?" Rosie threatened as she forced Megan to rise to her feet. The choked out actress leaned into Rosie weakly, allowing her to grab the listless Megan and drop to one knee. She shoved Megan over backward in an improvised backbreaker, dropping her upper back right across her extended knee.

Megan screamed in pain, her spine already aching from the rough treatment throughout the fight. Rosie grabbed her by her sports bra, holding her in place and wailing on Megan's stomach. The brunette flopped in place across her knee, driving her back into her foe's thigh and bruising up her belly. All the bouncing popped her breasts out of her sports bra, and soon Rosie had no problem throwing it away. Megan was bent across her knee in almost a C-shape by that point, so keeping her steady while her fist drove her into her belly was no problem.

With little more than a sweat from the workout on her new punching bag, Rosie grabbed Fox by the hair and lifted her up into a loose sitting position. "So you had enough?" Rosie offered, raising her fist with her free hand. "Or do you still think I'm not the action movie type?"

Megan shook her head dizzily. "No..." she groaned weakly. "No... stop. You win."

Rosie smiled as if hearing that was better than hearing she'd gotten the role. "Oh, I'm not stopping. I think you've got one more role to play in this little show."

Rosie dumped Megan onto the mats, letting her sweaty and bruised form flop limply against them. The blonde went over to her and grabbed the waist of her yoga pants. Megan squirmed weakly in a form of protest more than resistance, allowing her blonde rival to pull down her bottoms in one long, smooth pull. Megan was left in her panties, but even her underwear didn't last long as Rosie went back for those. She left Megan naked in the middle of the room while the writers and producers started snapping off pictures of the humiliated actress. Even then, that wasn't the end of it.

Rosie straddled Megan's body, the witless starlet putting up no resistance whatsoever. Rosie shamelessly grabbed one of the brunette's tits and started fondling her, bouncing her breast and roughly flicking her nipple with her thumb. Megan moaned uncontrollably, squirming in a helpless attempt to escape her tormentor. "Don't go yet. It's time for you to do a little trick for all your fans. Hope you're ready slut... not that it'll make me stop if you're not."

Megan let out a loud cry as Rosie plunged her fingers into Megan's pussy. It wasn't especially painful, but Megan hated how easily her body accepted her hated nemesis' touch. She was wet and her thighs spread easily with a quick push from the Brit's hand, dividing her attention between teasing Megan's breasts and pussy.

"Go ahead and cum, you little whore. You know you love it," Rosie mocked, pinching and pulling on one of Megan's nipples. She let out another long wail, shuddering as it was only made worse by the blonde finding her clitoris. Megan gave a loud and lusty moan, Rosie grinning wickedly as she focused on fingering Megan's hidden weak spot.

"There you go. That got you purring, eh, kitten?" Rosie laughed mockingly as she moved beside Megan, She kept toying with her tits and pussy, but it left the snapping cell phones to catch better pictures of her whole body. Her spread legs, her beaten belly, and especially her teary-eyed face as proof of who it was. Megan kicked and squirmed pathetically, looking more like she was throwing a tantrum than truly trying to escape. Megan's toes curled as her body shuddered, involuntarily humping against Huntington's fingers. "Look at her go!" laughed the blonde. "Go for it, bitch! Everyone's waiting! You're dripping wet already, you little slut, so why don't you just...?"

Megan Fox let out another long wail, louder and harder than the rest as she orgasmed in front of the flashing camera phones. Rosie kept pumping, forcing her pussy to squirt just to get around her roughly pressing fingers. Megan sobbed and shivered as her juices sprayed over the mats, finally collapsing against Rosie's lap. The British blonde laughed as she pushed Megan off flat onto the mats. "Told you she loved it! I'm sure she'll thank you for this opportunity later. But first, I think her mouth's going to be busy for a while."

Rosie stood up over Megan, stripping off her pants and leaving herself in just her thong. Megan shivered again, but it was a mix of dread and aftershocks from her bitter but mindblowing orgasm. Rosie settled her crotch on Megan's face, pulling aside the front of her elastic thong to mash her bare pussy into her face. Megan sputtered and tried to tilt her head again, but the blonde just grabbed her by the hair to hold her steady. "Keep squirming," she encouraged. "It makes you feel like an ugly vibrator."

Megan's miserable moans did send shivers up Rosie's spine as she started grinding her privates over her beaten foe's face. No matter how she wriggled, Rosie kept dragging her wet pussy and sweaty thighs along her lovely features. Megan gave a soft gag when Rosie planted her pussy on top of her mouth, her bush pressed into the brunette's nose while her mouth was full of the victorious woman's twat.

At first she refused to eat her out. It didn't exactly keep the taste out of Megan's mouth, and it didn't prevent the overpowering musk of Rosie's privates out of her nose, but it was some small corner of her pride she could hold onto. It never stopped Rosie from humping her face, though, smearing her wet sex over her as she whimpered and squirmed. She slapped and pushed at the British actress' thighs, trying to escape her humiliating punishment, but it hardly even slowed her down.

Rosie started to breathe more heavily and play with her breasts under her top. The onlooking crowd and crew whistled and cheered for her sexual punishment until Megan realized she had no way out of this but through it. Rosie was not going to stop until she came on her face, so she might as well make it as quick as possible. She opened her mouth, gagging briefly at the direct taste of her hated foe's pussy before she stuck out her tongue, feeling it slide against Rosie's clit. The fleshy tip was firm to the touch and the contact revolted Megan, but she forced herself to proceed with her submissive cunnilingus. If licking her pussy meant ending it faster and leaving this awful scene behind her, so be it.

"That's it... do it, you dirty little dyke. Clean my better pussy." Rosie seemed well-aware of Megan's surrender into her pathetic state, licking and sucking pathetically beneath her. Her lips and tongue kept brushing against Rosie's snatch until her legs tensed around her. Rosie grunted loudly and gave a few hard humps against Megan's face, squirting all over her face and hair. Megan choked and sputtered as the writers whistled and cheered for the big finish. Rosie stood up, her legs faltering a moment but clearly looking in better shape than Megan did. Her back ached, her pussy throbbed, and her head spun from smelling nothing but her opponent's messy cunt for several painful minutes.

"You better stay off my set if you know what's good for you," Rosie warned callously, grabbing her clothes and strutting back towards her dressing room.

The tabloids for the next day would be flooded with the various pics, selfies, and cameraphone footage of Megan's humiliating beating, making it more than clear who they'd decided to go with for the third movie.

Avril Lavigne vs Ariana

not much to say on this one. returning customer for a celeb fight

The club was electric that night; full of flashing lights and energy from everyone, between the mood, the music and the alcohol. People were even a bit more excited due to the attendants, the club famous for being one of the hottest LA party spots, and so a frequent hangout for various celebrities in the area. Avril Lavigne was one such big name that came to the club often, often addressed by fans and admirers of her music and looks alike. She wore a stylish pink dress that showed off her body without coming off too trashy (if you asked her, of course). She was at least able to minimize the flirts, since she was there with her husband Chad Kroeger at her side.

Of course, they weren't the only big names under the same roof that night. Also at the bar was Ariana, out partying with some of her girlfriends. Ariana went more casual than Avril had, wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt, matching the look of most of her girls.

The trigger for the whole event finally came when Avril went to the bathroom, leaving her husband to fend for himself at the bar. Seeing the available piece of manmeat (whether or not she knew who he was wish would remain unclear), Ariana excused herself from her friends and made her way down to get friendly with Chad for a while. Naturally, Avril came back before long, and the scene had her seeing red.

"What the hell, bitch!?" Avril exploded at the intruding Ariana as she stormed up to the bar. "The fuck you think you're doing, you little punkass wannabe!? Coming in here like a man-stealing slut!? The fuck you get off?!" She approached the bar and kept walking, giving a light, daring shove into Ariana's chest as she turned to face her. Ariana looked more surprised than afraid, and Avril leaned in to get into her face.

"Alright, back the fuck up and quit your squawking, chicken bitch!" Ariana cut her off sharply, getting right back into Avril's face in return. "Believe me, if I knew the guy had been inside your washed up, unwashed cunt, I wouldn't have gone near him for all the diseases he must be swimming in. Might want to get checked out there, Chad, because when she's out on tour, she sure doesn't get all those crowds of boys with her singing, if you get me."

That seemed to be the tipping point for Avril Lavigne, snapping into a wordless growl and sent a bitchslap flying at Ariana's face. With the huge windup, though, Ariana saw it coming and took a step back, letting Avril's swing go wildly past her face, doing nothing but putting herself off balance. Ariana didn't wait for her to get upright and try again, shooting a fist straight into Avril's belly button.

The self-proclaimed punk queen spat out a squeaking wheeze as the strong suckerpunch perfectly knocked the air from her lungs. Her vision blurred a moment before she fell to her hands and knes, hurt and letting out weak coughing and choking noises as she tried to get her breathing straight again.

People around them backed off and gasped, raising a general ruckus as Ariana went for some payback from the attempted smack. "You wanna go, little dyke?!" she snapped, throwing a sharp kick into Avril's ribs. It got a pained grunt out of her as what little air she'd regained left her again. "That all you got, badass bitch!?" She drew back her leg for another shoe into the ribs when Chad stepped in between the women, getting his bigger body in the way of the swing.

Ariana stopped herself from hitting the man she'd been flirting with moments ago. She tried to feint a way around him, but Chad put out his arms protectively, catching her eye seriously to try and get her to stop. "Fine!" Arianna shouted. "Hide behind your man, you no talent twat! Can't take a punch and can't sing for shit, is that it!? I will fuck you up, Lavigne! You hear me?! FUCK you UP!" She kept shouting trash talk and pelting Avril with insults rather the kicks and punches until her girlfriends finally started to pull her back. She was finally dragged kicking and screaming far enough that Chad was able to turn back to his wife. She was still on the floor near the bar, holding her chest and getting her air back, but dizzy and lightheaded enough that she was having trouble standing.

"It's alright, I've got you," he assured, taking her arm and helping her finally get back on her feet after the single-handed humiliation. People bustled around to make sure that the young star was alright alongside him.

The internet was buzzing with the "news" of their throwdown. Countless blogs, tweets, and online news headlines showed reports along the lines of "Ariana Attacks Avril!" and "Avril Beaten In Celeb Bar Brawl" and "Ariana Found Flirting With Married Man! Read About the Explosive Results!"

It was impossible to disprove the event either. As if all the word of mouth wasn't enough, numerous people got shots of the incident on their smartphones, getting all manner of pics of as many angles. They flooded the net, either getting sold to news sites or posted proudly on social media about their celebrity encounter. Many of them featured Avril down on all fours, some of them with the thrashing or threatening Ariana being dragged or held back.

Avril was asked about the incident on several fronts, and when she was finally asked in a public interview, she couldn't bear to let out that she'd been taken out in one punch and saved by her husband to anyone.

"Like she could ever beat me!? Please! That no-talent loser got me from behind! She gets in a lucky shot when I'm not looking and runs away before I can get my hands on her, and everyone's acting like she's hot shit! If it were a straight-up fight, I'd have kicked that bitch's ass!"

Ariana was fuming at her entire reply. All those lies and insults and challenges wound her up into a swearing fit when she first caught wind of it. She got her agent on the line and with enough shouting, had her own forum for her public reply.

"I can't believe how pathetic you are! All shit  talk when you're miles away from me, but can't do nothing but fall on your ass and hide behind your man! You're lucky they got me off you, or I'd have beat you all over that club. In fact, I'm calling you out! I'll fight you anywhere, any time you want, and I'll still break your fat ass in front of all the witnesses you want!"

Only then did Avril really recognize what she was getting into. Ariana was out for blood and wanted to demolish her reputation as badly as she did her face. Avril just wanted to weasel out of the whole event so that people would forget about it, and she'd just been stoking the flames of Ariana's rage. She needed a way to back out of this.

"Much as I'd love to kick your scrawny bitch ass, some of us still have a career. I've got so much work and appearances, I'm booked for months, so no way I could fit that little pillow fight of yours in to my busy schedule."

And that would be that. Avril had her excuse, and she did have a number of tours, signings and appearances to make her appear as busy as she claimed, and still leave some room for her usual partying on the side. All she had to do was avoid Ariana until she had cooled off.

So long as Ariana let it go, anyway, which was the last thing on her mind. She wasn't about to be brushed off that easily, let alone in such an insulting manner. Ariana stopped by the bar they'd briefly clashed in before, but no one had seen her since the incident. She was intentionally avoiding her, and knowing that Ariana went there as much as she did, Avril was partying somewhere else instead.

Not ready to let her get off that easily, she continued to ask around. Before long, she found one of the high end party clubs in LA where they'd seen Avril the last few nights with her husband. Ariana just grinned and asked to speak with the manager about an unbeatable idea she was about to offer him.

Late in the same week as the initial conflict, Avril was looking to let out some of the pressure she'd been going through. There'd been no sign oof Ariana so far, and no backlash on any media she could find. Chad assured her that she was taking it too seriously, and that it would blow over soon enough.

As they entered the club, a few things were very apparent. There was no one dancing on the floor, most of the people lingering around the bar or various tables. Even then, those people seemed plenty excited to be there, and the place was crowded, even for a Friday night. It would seem that word had gotten out about the reason for the lack of dancing space: a full blown boxing ring set up in the middle of the floor. They gave it some odd looks, but chose to ignore it for now as they headed for the bar itself.

They'd ordered and started on their drinks when they heard a spotlight snap on and shine down on the ring. Avril nearly choked on her drink when she heard Ariana's voice come over a mic as the music died down.

"About time you showed up," Ariana purred into the mic with wicked glee. She paced slowly in one corner, wearing a silver bikini on her slim but shapely body. "I knew you'd try to hide from me. That you'd be too scared to show up anywhere I'd call you out. But now you're here, I'm here, and there's a break in your precious schedule!" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the ring. "Let's dance, you little punk bitch! I'm ready for you."

The crowd cheered and whistled encouragement for the celeb showdown, Avril going a bit pale as she realized what was happening. She was cornered, and would have to bluff her way out of this fight in person.

"I can't!" Lavigne insisted, waving her hands defensively to the urging crowd and her glaring rival. "I'm dressed for the club, not a fight. I don't have a slutty outfit like you to wrestle in, so you can't expect me to compete like this!"

There were some consenting murmurs from the crowd before Ariana replied. "Guess you're right. You sucked so bad last time in that outfit." This got some laughs from the crowd while Ariana snapped her fingers just over the ring ropes. A girl dressed as a referee handed off something to her, which she threw at Ariana. She caught it and found it to be a gold, glittery bikini in just her size. "So you can wear that. No excuses, right? Oh, and at least use the changing room out back. No matter how much you want it, nobody wants to see your fat ass naked."

Ariana blushed and frowned at her angrily, but made her way backstage. This many witnesses and a fair and open challenge, she couldn't let herself be seen backing down.

Soon enough, both women were in the ring and in their bikinis, getting all manner of catcalls and cheers for their looks. Avril decided that her only chance was to act on Ariana's strategy from last time; hit her dirty and early, slow her down so she can capitalize for the rest of the match. One of the club's staff rang a bell to cue them to start. There was no real ending point determined before the match, but Ariana was sure it would be obvious when she was finished with her.

Avril came out quickly, light on her feet rather than blindly charging in like last time. She was playing it more tactically, or cowardly by some points of view. She made sure to move in quicker than Ariana, then throw in a punch as fast as she saw an opening. Ariana blocked the paler girl's punch and leaned back from it expertly, then dodged her upper body back as a second wild swing missed her. Avril felt like she had Ariana on the run, smiling a bit more confidently when she was on the offensive end of things.

"Can't run forever, Ari," she teased. "You made your bed, now you sleep in it."

"I heard you do ANYTHING but sleep in bed," Ariana shot back, and right when Avril's lips twisted in a sneer at the comment, Arian threw a slap that cracked across the distracted, twisting face. It shocked Avril a moment as Arian gave a boastful "HA!" at her expense, just succeeding in getting her angrier and more aggressive. Avril's punches kept coming up short, pursuing Ariana as she practically danced around the ring, eluding her.

She finally worked Ariana into a corner, the tanner of the songstresses seeming to realize she was trapped. Avril saw her opening and lunged in with a hard straight, but Ariana still saw it a mile away and ducked down and to one side, letting her fist thump right into the pads of the ringpost behind her. “AH!” Avril gave a sharp cry, clutching her hand and leaving herself wide open for Ariana to step in behind her, grabbing her hair and throwing several sharp blows under her ribs and into her sides. Avril grunted loudly from the blows, grabbing at the ropes as she leaned forward and kicking back, trying to drive off Ariana but just getting tangled in her legs. She was only now starting to realize just how tired out she was getting, all those missed blows and chasing the fleet-footed Ariana starting to weigh down her limbs ever so slightly. She had to fight back harder and faster, and it was all going to be uphill at this rate.

Avril gave a sharp shove in Ariana's chest, launching herself away from her opponent while Ariana hardly budged, both girls jiggling a bit from the push.

"What's the matter? Too soft around the middle to take a punch?" Ariana mocked, working up the crowd to her side as she grinned impishly at Avril. The words stung Avril along with her throbbing ribs, trying to move in and fake out Ariana with her left before throwing a big uppercut at her jaw. Ariana was still quick enough to shove the left away before dodging around the right, leaving Avril wide open for a one-two set of fists across the face. Her eyes rolled briefly as she was dumbstruck, falling dizzily flat on the mat.

"Wow, out with what, five punches? REAL badass, Lavigne!" Ariana boasted to the crowd. Avril rubbing her jaw and moaned as she started to push herself up to her elbows, but Ariana wasn't about to let her lounge around, and there was no Chad to stop her now. She stepped on top of her back, getting a quick cry from Avril as she used her as a doormat. Ariana dug her bare heels into her spine a bit before she started stomping up and down, getting a long pained scream from Avril. It got some cheers from the crowd, and some laughs as Avril's drawn out screaming vibrated from the rapid trampling Ariana gave her.

"It's like you’ve got built in auto tune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril

"It's like built in autotune! Still sounds better than your actual singing!" Ariana mocked, finally stepping off to leave Avril moaning and holding her largely bared back. Avril staggered up slowly, her curvy young body apparently not built to take a lot of damage and keep on ticking. She pushed herself back to all fours, and by the looks of it only achieved this by Ariana posing and parading around the ring. She forced herself back to her feet, Ariana’s backers shouting warnings for her but she didn’t need them, since Avril looked a bit punch drunk and unsteady on her feet as exhaustion was taking its toll.

Ariana still turned back with a wiggle of her hips for the crowd (which hooted in approval back) on her way back towards Avril. She stretched her fingers lazily, giving Avril time to bring her arms up in a clumsy defense... only for Ariana to proceed as if she didn't even notice and shoot her fist right through her guard. Avril got clocked in the nose and staggered, letting Ariana march after her, winding up and swinging a hammer blow into her gut and knocking the wind right out of her, just like at the club scene that started it all.

"Jeez, fatass! Winded again? You're really getting out of shape, you lazy little cunt!" Ariana taunted fearlessly as Avril hugged her stomach and bent over, coughing pathetically. "Well at least we figured out a way to shut you up!"

Avril backed away, waving a hand as she wheezed for air. "Wait... no, please! Time out! Can't breathe!" Ariana stopped following her, holding up her hands in a sign of stopping, smiling derisively before she swung the open hand to smack Avril across the face with a loud, crowd-stunning slap. Avril spun all entirely backward from the slap, dizzy and light on her feet as she turned around again, punching wildly at Ariana's chest. Ariana held up her hands again, this time show the crowd that Avril was so punch drunk and desperate, that she didn't even have to dodge to avoid her blow, letting her miss and hit nothing but air.

"That your plan, you teenage has-been?" Arian mocked, grabbing her by the hair firmly and getting a pained whine out of Avril. "Knock me out with your stink alone?!" Avril pulled at Ariana's hands and tried retreating, but the grip along was stronger than she was, and she was dragged around the ring by her hair, forced to bend double to minimize the agony in her scalp. When she felt like she had enough space, Ariana yanked harder and spun around, whipping Avril after her with a pained scream, bare feet scrambling just to remain standing. Ariana got a few full rotations before she swung extra hard and then let go, actually getting Avril airborne as she tripped over her feet at the sudden stop. She stopped even more suddenly as she crashed down tits first into the mat, bouncing once completely off the mat before landing in a heap in her corner.

"10 point landing!" Ariana cheered loudly. The crowd was eating it up, apart from a few diehard fans of Avril's and of course, Chad, fretting at ringside. "Baby, stay down," Chad urged at ringside, banging a palm on the mat to try and get her attention over the booming crowd.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!"

Avril crawled on her hands and knees for the ropes, trying to drag herself up as one hand held onto her aching breasts.

"Quit feeling yourself up and fight, fatass!" Ariana snapped, sending a barefooted kick into Avril's ass to send her stumbling back off balance, arms and head resting on the middle rope in a dazed mess, her clearly battered and dazed face painfully close to her fans and husband. "See what you get when you mess with perfection, bitch!?" Ariana laughed as the crowd got a good look at her handiwork. "This how you do when you can't run or lie your way out of trouble, you stupid litte shitrag! Surprised you didn't have a heart attack with all that clumsy elephant stomping around on stage you call dancing!"

Ariana send a kick to Avril's lower back, getting her to scream in front of the crowd and grab onto the ropes, desperately trying to get back up but her feet slipping out from under her. Ariana gave her a few more stomps before grabbing her by the bare feet, trying to drag her away from the ropes but Avril wrapping her arms around the chords to try and hug onto them for dear life.

"No! Don't! Let go! STOOOOOP!" Avril wailed as she was stretched out by the pull on her legs, putting more pressure on her aching arms and her ass starting to show to the laughing crowd as her legs were stretched and spread by the pull and her pathetic position.

"So you got the energy to bitch, but not fight back, huh? Guess you're as much a fraidy cat as you are a big-mouthed weakling!" Ariana leaned back sharply enough to make herself stumble a few steps, but finally pulling so hard that Avril snapped off the ropes. Gravity took over from there and made her crash on her face with a husky grunt, whimpering and holding her aching face. Chad seemed unable to take it anymore, leaving ringside to head for the bar.

Ariana laughed at her foe's pitiful state, crouching down by her head and yanking up on her hair to make her face her. "God, you have no idea how pathetic you look right now," she growled with her wicked grin right in Avril's face. She motioned with a wave of her fingers at her dizzied foe. "Come on. I'll prove it. Free shot, right here."

Avril took a moment to register this, then another just to muster her strength. Her few remaining backers cheered her on to take it, and crush her with a comeback, Avril finally clenching a fist and swinging it to smack across Ariana's face. It bounced back a bit, but she stayed standing (or squatting, as it were) and her head snapped back. The anger on her face made Avril's soft stomach sink and her swelling face wince in immediate fear of the pain to come.

"Had to go for the face, huh you little piggy!?" Ariana growled, winding up a fist when she heard something beside her. She looked down to see a towel at her side, then up to see Chad leaning under the ropes. He'd run off, but only to grab a spare rag from the bartender and throw the towel in for his girl. "There. Let her go. She's done! Stop the fight." he insisted firmly, almost a threatening tone to it.

Ariana looked between him, the towel, and his powerless lover, then smiled wide once again, laughing at his stern face. "Thanks for that, asshole! Now I've got a new toy for my toy!" She unwrapped the towel, wrapping it around Avril's neck and tying a crude knot. Avril clawed at it weakly, but the towel her husband had picked out too thick and firm to undo quickly. Ariana pulled on it hard, making Avril gag and her tongue roll out, eyes bugging and coughing and drooling over the rag. "You can thank your boy for this part!" Ariana laughed at the choking girl. "You picked a real keeper, smart guy like that! See how GOOD a job he did!?" She yanked on the towel harder, Avril's face turning a nasty shade of red as Ariana started walking away from her, letting the knot grow tighter with their distance. Avril had to let go of the towel just to crawl on all fours closer to her, giving Ariana just what she'd wanted; a crowd of flashing camera phones watching her strut around the ring in her shiny bikini, Avril Lavigne forced to crawl behind her like a dog on a leash or suffer further pain and loss of air.

"Come on, get up! I know I kick ass, but you gotta give em a show! Oh wait, I forgot you're a fucking awful entertainer!" Ariana spit derisively on the downed entertainer, but Avril was so sore and humiliated, curled up holding her chest, that she couldn't even tell.

"Look who's the new slutty bitch around town, everybody!" Arian laughed as she showed off her freshest victim, too weak and slow and beaten silly to stop her. "Thought she could beat the hottest piece of ass in town, and this is where you end up! A broken, pathetic little slut!" She ranted as she made a full lap around the ring, Avril finally getting a moment to loosen her "collar" and plead out, tears in her eyes and saliva backed up in her throat.

"Please... stop it! I can't take it... god, stop, I hurt so baaad!" She didn't care that she sounded like a distressed child, she couldn't stand another second of the beatdown.

"For a chick with no stamina, you really never shut up!" Ariana yanked up on the towel, forcing Avril to stumble to her feet. Ariana removed it roughly and shoved Avril into a corner, shuddering as her back hit the ringpost with a thump. Her body instinctively settled back against the ropes and turnbuckles for a moment's rest, only to be interrupted by a huge, echoing smack as Ariana wound up and buried a fist in her belly. Her fat rippled over her skin as her mouth and eyes fell wide open, her body rocking against the corner and going utterly limp, her propped up arms all that kept her standing. It was enough to seal that she wanted to quit instantly, gagging for air as it felt like Ariana had punched clean through her stomach and hit the ringpost instead. Her entire stomach and even her back exploded in agony and felt like it wouldn't stop throbbing all night.

"Damn, that felt good! For me, of course. All that soft flab around that gut makes it great for punching!"

And then she hit her again. And again, and again, each punch drawing out a huge scream from Avril, Arian grinding her fist into her each time to ruin the performer's bruised flesh even further.

"You make me feel like such an artist, painting you black and blue! Gorgeous and talented! You're lucky you've got such a queen diva to beat the shit out of you rather than some random gutter trash like you usually hang out with, or some tasteless fan of your music! Not like all those smart cuties who listen to EM."

Avril's pale skin was a big purple-red stain where Ariana kept winding up and delivering her full force fists like a speeding truck into her gut. Avril was so paralyzed with overloading pain she never managed to move from that spot.

As Ariana rubbed her knuckles and smirked at her work, reading a fifth belly buster, Avril managed to get her sobs and wheezing breaths under control enough to cry out.

"Chaaaad! Please! He- help me!" she pleaded, eyes tearing and sputtering as the beating to her abs made even breathing hurt. Her stomach felt like it was in so much pain that it had popped inside her. "My sto- my stomach, Chad! She's killing me! I can't breathe! Hurts so fucking bad! I... I can't... can't walk..."

Her legs fumbled awkwardly underneath her, exagerating her condition, perhaps, but still looking an awful mess. Chad couldn't risk her life over her stupid bet. At her pleading, he climbed up onto the ring apron and started to pull apart the ropes.

Ariana whipped around to face him, staring daggers at the interfering husband before he could step foot into the ring. "Watch it, bitchboy!" she shouted, aiming a warning finger at him. "You step one foot in this ring and I'll tear this bitch wide open. I'll let everyone here see her slutty body, from her sagging tits to her fat ass to her diseased sluthole! Everyone will see the ugly little shit you call a wife that you fuck every night like a whore!"

Chad hesitated on the apron, getting some boos and "do it!" shouts, but relented as he dropped back to the floor of the club, getting cheers as it signaled the beating to continue without Chad to interfere. Avril was still a rag doll in her corner, glassy-eyed and drooling as she touched her swelling lip and rubbed her sensitive stomach.

Ariana smirked at the retreating Chad proudly, then turned to take hold of Avril again. She wrapped a hand around her throat, pushing her back against the corner once again as she raised a clenched fist. "Time to finish you, wannabe. You AND your career. Where to start... black eye, split lip... maybe put some teeth out..." She touched her fist lightly against the locations as she suggested them, as if sizing up where to put her fist exactly. "Or just work on your head til I start busting your skull in..."

Avril just shook her head, sobbing and crying openly in the face of her stronger adversary. "Please... no..." she choked out. "I'm sorry I said all that shit. I'll never bother you again. Don't kill me, please! Don't hurt me anymore! I'm hurt so bad... I need a doctor!"

"You need to shut the fuck up, you ugly little cunt!" Ariana shouted at her, shaking her by the neck forcefully. "I'm tired of your shit, and you're not getting away with this one! You act like such a spoiled little princess, when you're just a fucking useless whore!" Ariana wound up her fist, her arm visibly tensing as she clenched her muscles into her heaviest swing he had aimed for her face. "Say good night, fugly!!"

Ariana suddenly froze, confused as she felt something against her feet. She almost expected to see Chad, or maybe him throwing something else into the ring, but she shifted her feet and felt something fluid. She looked down and saw a growing puddle, scanning its source before seeing that it was coming from Avril. She was frozen in fear against the ringpost, eyes wide and looking paralyzed as her instincts kicked in and focused on pissing herself in fright.

Ariana couldn't help but smile, and that smile grew into a hysterical laugh, stepping back and pointing out the pissy mess on the ring mat, letting the rest of the world see what was happening.

"OMG! You're actually pissing your panties!!" Ariana cackled loudly, the rest of the crowd laughing and jeering as more cameras caught the event on film and started uploading it instantly to the web. Chad could only blush and try to look away, no chance of stopping all the cameras in this big of a crowd.

"Fuck, I knew your singing was shit, but I guess it was PISS all along!" Ariana cackled louder, holding her stomach with laughter rather than pain, like Avril. "Is that how you get your man off, skank?! Wet yourself like a baby and pretend you're squirting!?" She stepped closer to Avril to give her a derisive shove, Avril stumbling but cowering in the corner fearfully, still unwilling to fight back after this new level of humiliation killing her pride and any will she had left to resist.

"Well!" Ariana bumped her fist lazily against Avril's chin, as if a friendly welcome rather than the power blows she'd been hitting her with. Avril still winced away, from how sensitive the blows had made her face. "Looks like you didn't NEED my help to ruin your career after that one! You did a real bang-up job all by your bedwetting self!" She gave her a firm pat on the cheek before suddenly smashing her foot up, tagging Avril right in her bruised lump of a gut.

"UGHHK!" Avril gave one more sickly gag, Ariana stepping back to let her collapse into the ring, landing in a shivering mess in the middle of her own pool of urine, sobbing and twitching as it smeared over her skin. Ariana ignored her all the same, going to the ropes nearby. She smirked briefly over at Chad before motioning to her friends, one of them passing her cell phone off to her. She aimed it at her, walking around Avril to catch her destruction and humiliation from every angle. She knelt down in front of her, outside the reach of the urine, posing in her bikini and arching her back to thrust out her hips and chest proudly. She pouted up her lips and made sure the camera could still see who it was and her weeping face stained with her own juices. Then she snapped a selfie.

She flicked at her phone to load it to Twitter in front of the cheering crowd, all of whom would see the picture uploaded later under the title "When you mess with Ariana Grande..." (#pissbitch). Content with that, she tucked the phone into her cleavage and stood with a foot mounted on Avril's chest, flattening her soft and jiggling boobs while waving for the crowd to join in counting her out with a 1-2-3 for the pin.

"1! 2! ...3!!!" The bell rang again over the speakers, blasting some of Ariana's music overhead as she took her time striking sexy and cocky poses over her enemy for the hundreds of flashing cameras. She finally gives the motionless, miserable Avril the finger with both hands before turning sharply and marching outside the ring. "Go ahead," she said without even looking up at Chad as she addressed him. "You can go be a man for once and save your wimpy wife." She didn't even look back at his shocked reaction as she left to get changed, making her way through the throng of adoring fans that had seen her pay back Avril Lavigne by ruining her life.