Fairy Fight

a new and pleasantly weird idea for a commission: a few tiny fairies fighting an evil queen. size-difference fights have interested me for a while, so may toy with tiny fighters or Godzilla-style kaiju girls some time for variety

Queen Ariana was not loved by her people, but she was feared, and that was good enough for her. She was tall and thin, and took great care to look beautiful for all her kingdom to keep it strong. She was a sort to demand obedience just by her presence, intimidating but lovely and graceful. She was, of course, selfish and vain, and focused no her kingdom above all else, with only herself placed above its prosperity. This left little pity for her neighbors, and her plans for the nearby woods clearly had little concern for the populace.

There was little Ariana considered of value there. The old crone lived just within the forest's edge, giving potions and blessings to the good folk that visited her, and curses on the cruel and foolish passerby, or so they said. If she was so wise, she would know to move out of the way when the queen sent her woodsmen to clear it down for her new palace.

Then there was the beasts of the woods. A few bears and deer, of course, but they'd scare off easily enough. The same went for the fairies; they were tiny, four-inch tall flying fae and as weak as they looked. Word has reached the crone of the plans, which she'd passed along to them, and they'd sent their queen to meet the human as soon as she could.

"You must understand!" she pleaded, flittering about the queen's private chambers. "It's not just our home! We need the magic of the woods to live!"

The queen regarded her mirror casually. "Frail little things, aren't you? You need that bunch of ugly trees to survive?"

"The one great tree. It's the source of our magic."

"Ah yes, that one," Ariana noted with a nod. "I'd heard such a thing." The fairy queen looked a bit hopeful to hear that she understood. "Good to know that it's true. I had plans to suck the magic out of the overgrown weed and turn it into something useful. I think I know just the spell to compact all that into a crystal that will give me ten time more power than the simple magic I have now."

The fairy was speechless, and soon realized she'd have to return to her little folk a failure.

"We have to protect our home... right?" chirped Holly, one of the younger of their spokesmen. They all knew there were only 50 of them all together, and each of them weaker than a child.

"But we'd be wiped out!" yelped one of the elder fairies.

"We're wiped out if we don't!" added another.

"What of the elves?" Ivy spoke up hopefully, as their entire number gathered around their meeting stump. "They're old and good friends of ours! They could protect such a small forest easily! She'd never take a single tree without their vengeance!"

There was some excited chatter from the gathered council, but the queen spoke up. "We would never make it. The elves are far away, and we cannot cover the miles between us." The fairies slumped again, knowing the same problem arose; they couldn't go for than a few days away from the tree, let alone the weeks it would take their tiny forms to reach elven country. Even if they could last long enough to reach them, the queen could put her plan into action at any time before they got back.

"Even the good crone?" one of them asked hopefully.

"She can barely walk to the kingdom and back for food, on a good day," the queen sighed. "Gods know she'd try, though."

"Yes, she'd go and die for our sake... and here we whimper in the dark," huffed Ruby-eye, one of the tougher of the fairies. She had even startled off one of the young bears when he wandered too close to their home.

The fairies were quiet for a bit after that comment, Holly finally piping up. "Then we make the queen listen..."

Their queen shrugged slightly. "We have no way to know if she'll stand by her word."

"Then we make her send a messenger to the elves! Then she'll have no choice but to leave us alone. The elves are fast and strong enough that even her proud kingdom would fall in a sea of arrows."

The fairies started to perk up at this talk, finally reaching their decision. There was no other way to reach help, so they would have to engage her themselves. A small team would be sent in the night to make her listen, even if by force. They engaged in their traditional ritual for choosing who would go, and the ancient Straws of Drawing were called upon.

And so things went. The queen went for a council for advice from the crone, learning all the weaknesses she could about humans to pass on to her few little troops. The crone and queen gave the four their blessing, and Twinkle, Figleaf, Holly, and Stardust fluttered out of the woods, making a beeline for the queen's bedroom. Stardust took a dagger to the wooden frame, chipping and scraping away until a short minute later, she had a large splint of it removed about the size of a doorstop. It was still big enough for them to fold up their wings and slip through the crack.

When they arrived, she was already fast asleep in her silky gown, tucked under her blankets. The fairies spread out around the room. It was elegant and full of various hiding spots, from the curtains to the fireplace, to the shiny vanity and mirror. There was a stocked sewing kit and other simple household commodities around the room, and a few small things left around for the maid to tend to her room for her when she visited daily.

"Target sighted," whispered Figleaf, holding her hands in front of her eyes like binoculars and peeking up from her hiding spot. The underwear in the drawer poked up from its neatly folded position with Figleaf just beneath it. Stardust poked her head up beside her, giving her a playful swat to the back of the head before they fluttered in. They had the best that any of them could manage for fairy weapons, which given their size was mostly just household human objects anyway.

The two vanished under the sheets, their movement barely detectable to a watchful eye by watching the slinking bumps on the surface of the blanket. Holly and Twinkle fluttered quietly up to the top of the bed, sitting at the top of the queen's broad cleavage. They waited patiently until Stardust and Figleaf reached their target; what the crone had called the "pussy," the spot where the legs met and were wrapped up in more dark silk.

Stardust motioned at Figleaf, counting down from three before they both charged forward and kicked together right into the queen's genitals. Their feet sunk in up to the ankle, not as impressive as it sounded at their size, but it was still enough to such a tender area that Queen Ariana jolted upright in her bed, grabbing at her crotch as the fairies retreated from their target. She coughed weakly before she looked down, furiously leering at the two fairies standing expectantly on her bosom.

"Good evening, your highness," Twinkle said, tiny fists on her hip.

The queen scowled back at them furiously and made an instinctive swipe of her hand across her jiggling chest to brush them off, though the two fairies easily stayed afloat and righted themselves in midair just in front of her. "You?! What are you little gnats doing here? In MY chambers, no less!" she huffed indignantly.  

"Don't like it when people come into your home uninvited, do ya?!" Stardust barked at her, poking her head out from under the bedsheets. It seemed to do little but get a briefly puzzled look from the queen.

"You won't listen to reason, or common decency," Twinkle said, folding her arms across her tiny chest. "So here's our final offer." She pointed at the dresser by the window, where a neatly wrapped scroll was waiting, written out for them by the crone. "You deliver that to the elves out north. It says everything about your plan for us and our forest, and I think you know what that means if you go through with it."

The queen went wide-eyed for a moment. Her political sway wasn't quite what she wanted it to be yet, so she couldn't expect to raise an army large enough to stand against the elves, especially not quickly. But her eyes narrowed again against them. She was a wicked, vain, and temperamental, but she stayed a clever woman.

"That's because you couldn't do it yourselves, isn't it?" she hissed. Holly's wings twitched, but they didn't answer. The queen leaned over to sneer at them, managing to make even this look beautiful in a dark, venomous kind of way. "And what if I don't?" she jeered casually. "Am I to fear the wrath of a literal handful of pests? Will you hide my stockings and send your pet butterflies at me? Don't make me laAAH!"

Holly twitched suddenly, punching her right in the eye. She was tiny and light, so the punch was more like a poke. It still got a startled yelp out of the queen, who leapt out of bed holding the aching eye. "You little wretches!" she raged, swinging wildly as the fairies quickly scattered through the room and buzzed around her. What they lacked in size they made up for with speed, leaving the queen clumsily fighting with what was essentially a small swarm of angry hummingbirds.

The queen grabbed for one of them wildly, but she zipping a bit higher out of her reach. Figleaf darted in behind her, throwing a stinging kick into her ass. "OW! You dirty little vermin! Sit still!" the queen fumed. She turned and swung a backhand that narrowly missed the tiny target, though she saw Twinkle dive under her arm and land in the fireplace, long since cooled for the warm night. Twinkle pulled at her hair from behind, but the queen shook her head to toss her off, grabbing a poker by the fireplace. "I'd always heard that fairies hated iron. Let's find out," she hissed hatefully.

She swung once, though their spokesfairy hopped briskly to one side and it resulted in nothing but a sharp clang. The queen swung it again, only to miss a second time, so she lashed out with her hand to grab her. As she had to lean in to snatch her, Twinkle sucked in a deep breath and blew out hard, blasting the ash and soot into the queen's pale and lovely face. The fey all shared a bright giggle as she wiped her features, coughing and eyes watering from the foul substance. She stumbled blinded as Stardust gave a sharp whistle, speeding around her waist as she turned. She’d paid special attention when the crone had told them about the weak spots on humans, and intended to exploit them all, no matter how strange.

Stardust flicked up the light skirt of the queen’s bedclothes, darting up and flying straight up behind her legs. She threw a punch up between her plump royal cheeks, the flying uppercut penetrating her tender arse as she let out a sharp yowl of surprise and pain. She spun and grabbed her ass quickly, letting Startdust pop back out of her and giggle.“Try sitting on your throne with that now!” she teased, ignoring the queen's pained howls. Ariana spun around, angrily grabbing Stardust in one massive (relatively, anyway) fist.

"You disgusting little monsters," she growled, the toughest of the fairies' troop helpless as she tried to squirm out if her regal fingers. She was too caught up in maintaining her grip on the wriggling fairy when Twinkle and Holly buzzed in from either side and kicked squarely at the tip of her right breast, crushing her nipple between their flying kicks. Ariana yelped and let go of her captive to clutch her chest, swatting at her tiny attackers like pesky flies. They scattered off, leaving Figleaf to duck under the hem of her nightgown. As she stomped around chasing the others, Figleaf flittered quietly up her legs before grabbing onto pubic hair, letting herself drop as she hung onto the dark curls.

An even higher shriek came out of the queen, stumbling to a stop and pawing at her groin. Figleaf swung and leaned this way and that to avoid her grasp, which lead to her tugging and twisting the tender hairs that much more. Ariana was too caught up trying to catch her pussy's assailant to watch her step very well, tripping over a pair of her polished shoes and loudly thumping her head on her bedstand. She collapsed with a meaty thump, but her slow writhing and groaning assured the fairies she was not truly taken down just yet.

Twinkle whistled as she hovered over the stunned queen, the other three fairies rallying to her. "Alright, time to teach her a lesson in humility," she ordered, drawing the sharpened sewing needle she'd carried at her hip like a sabre. The others drew similar implements, and dove down onto the queen. The sliced and snipped, the queen's witless and mumbled responses assuring them that they didn't pierce her skin. They took their spikes and blades to the strings and joints of her dress in a flurry of movement, finally flying back up when they were finished. The queen looked down as they giggled at her, seeing that she was left with her sleepwear in tatters on the floor. She was left in nothing but her panties by the time she got her wits about her, staring groggily down at herself.

"I hadn't heard a tale of the empress's' new clothes before!" taunted Figleaf, Ariana scrambling to her feet furiously.

"Still not ready to talk this out?" Twinkle demanded, though her tone sounding pretty pleased with herself at the situation.

"I am going to crush you little vermin and have pixie dust over my breakfast," Ariana shouted at them. The ruckus would go largely unnoticed, since her room was up high in her tower. There was only one way a person could have gotten in, and the door several floors below was well-guarded. She hadn’t counted on flying invaders, or that the guards would be so far below that they missed the whole commotion. If she were thinking straight she might have regretted it, but at this point she'd rather do the hated little folk with her bare hands.

She lunged for the nearest fairy, only to find that tackling proved entirely impractical for something of their size. Stardust easily darted around her big clumsy body, jabbing her sharp little crystal dagger into her areola with time to spare. Ariana shrieked and spun around, covering her huge breasts as if modesty were a concern for her. Her eyes darted trying to pinpoint one of them again, finally catching sight of Holly darting under the bridge of her legs.

Ariana stomped the ground beneath her, hoping to catch the darting little fairy underfoot. It took some sharp turns and careful flying, but she avoided every step. With her holding Ariana's attention, Twinkle was able to land on all fours on top of the queen's perky, panty-clad ass. Twinkle leaned down as her legs parted to stomp again, biting into the flesh of her tender ass cheek.

The queen yowled and jumped straight into the air, grabbing her bottom and turning wildly as she tried to catch the offending fairy. She darted back away, only for Holly to dive in and deliver a high-speed punch into her pussy. It was far from an adult's blow, or even a child, but it still shocked Queen Ariana into gasping the air from her lungs, mouth hanging open stupidly as she cupped her pussy. The others quickly followed Holly's lead, their sparkling streaks painting lines through the air before colliding with the queen's breasts, belly, and ass with kicks and punches and jabs of their sharp little weapons.

It all left Ariana rapidly jerking and dancing about from their invasive strikes, taking wild swings at her graceful targets only to miss again and again. Twinkle and Figleaf broke off to yank her pillowcase from one of her overstuffed pillows, flying over her and stuffing her head inside the improvised hood.

Ariana's muffled cries of rage came from inside, one wild swing managing to tag Holly and pin her to a nearby wall. The others gasped at the sight of her being trapped, the threat of being squished imminent. Twinkle quickly darted down, grabbing and yanking down Ariana's panties, nodding to the others. Figleaf floated down, punching squarely into her royal anus hard enough that her tiny fist buried up to the wrist inside her.

"AWW!" The queen let out a guttural groan at the intrusive fisting, letting go of Holly and jumping sharply enough that her breasts mashed into the stone wall. Holly quickly darted out of the way, letting the other three gather behind the shocked queen. Twinkle and Stardust pinched and pulled apart the queen's asscheeks, exposing her asshole for Figleaf to deliver deeper and harder punches into the tender muscle. Even the queen trembled from the penetrating punishment, hands bracing against the wall for a few seconds before she could regroup and push off, the fey scattering once again.

"Get back here, you little cowards!" Ariana growled, pulling off the pillowcase and looking around furiously. Her cheeks shone red from their punishment, visibly marked with fairy bites and pricks from their weapons. She scoured the room with leering eyes, managing to spot Holly scampering into a mouse hole. At her size she could barely reach a finger inside, Holly leaning back against the far side of the hole and escaping her reach. A nearby mouse looked at the fairy quizzically, and she gave it a "shush" motion with a finger to her lips before it went back to tediously cleaning itself.

Arian realized her search was turning up nothing, crouching low enough that her breasts touched the floor as she scowled into the mousehole with one eye, seeing the faintly glowing Holly inside. "You can't hide in there forever, you pesky runt! And once I get my hands on you, you're dead, you hear me!?"

Holly rubbed her hands together firmly, as if fretting in the corner of her hole, but she suddenly lashed out and punched her squarely in the eye. The queen gave a shrill scream as she slid back, still stooped low as she rubbed the sore eye. Her hands were busy wiping the aching socket when Stardust flew in under her legs, standing just below her loosely opened womanhood. She could see the biggest weak spot of all blooming there, her clitoris thick and soft and a flesh red like a crown jewel near the peak of her inner folds.

Stardust planted her feet on the stone floor below and sent a sharp punch into the little cluster of nerves, crushing the tender bud flat against her pubic bone with the blow. Queen Ariana could only let out a horrified gasp at the impact, frozen on all fours. Stardust grinned with pride as she shot a few more tiny fists into her fleshy gem, sending it bouncing around as if her clitoris was her personal punching bag.

Stardust finally wound up and delivered one big blow into the tip of her clit, letting the tender organ flap against her puffy pussy lips. The queen fell clumsily forward, face planting on the ground as she clutched her aching twat rather than hold herself up.

"Had enough?" Stardust boasted, puffing up her tiny chest. The queen grabbed for her, the little warrior knowing well enough when to yelp and flutter back from the reach of her furious enemy. Her nails scratched and chipped uselessly on the stone instead, failing to see where the other three of the fae had gone. They had been focusing on the cleaning implements left behind for the maids, staying close together and focusing on the broom. It shone with a faint light and slowly floated up into the air as they got their magic aligned with one another. By the time the queen could even consider getting back up, the trio had the broom levitating up behind her and whacking its handle rapidly across her ass cheeks.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!" The beating drew screams from the queen as just fast as they could swing it, mixing with the loud CRACK of each hit. Her ass was quickly paddled red, and her cries rang out like a wailing baby. When they'd nearly exhausted their magic for the moment, Twinkle gave a rotating motion with her hand. The others mimicked the gesture, turning the broomstick to align with the stunned queen, who was left holding her red apple of a bottom. With one more firm thrust, they buried the broom’s handle as far as it would go up her asshole.

Ariana's screams reached a whole new level of volume and pitch at the sudden anal invasion. She leapt to her feet, the broom dragging and sweeping behind her like a big ugly tail. The fairies cracked up at the sight, watching the queen awkwardly bounce around before carefully (and clearly uncomfortably) pulling the giant pole out from her backside.

"I'd always heard the queen had a rod up her ass," snickered Holly. "Now I know what they meant!"

The queen was absolutely furious by now, as well as covered in various tiny bruises, scratches, pinpricks, and other minor injuries she'd acquired in the miniature assault. She turned back to them red-faced, shouting wordlessly in her rage as she lunged for them. The fey scattered once again, leaving her grabbing in every direction wildly. One buzzed past her shoulder and tapped the back of it, making her whirl around too quickly and slam her toes into the nightstand. She cried out in alarm, falling back onto the bed holding her foot.

As she laid back with her legs parted, it was easy pickings for Figleaf to drop down and land on top of her widespread crotch. The diving stomp had Ariana flop as if she'd been punched in the belly. Figleaf didn't stop there, kneeling down in the middle of her pussy so that her feet dipped inside her fleshy folds. Figleaf balled up her little fists and started punching straight into her clitoris until it was bouncing around, crushed repeatedly into the back of the queen's pussy.

She howled in pain, gripping the bedsheets as if in the throes of passion with a wild lover, even if the opposite was the case. Twinkle and Holly dove down as well, though each landing on one of her pillowy breasts, wrapping their arms around her nipples and flapping their wings, pulling up as hard as they could manage and stretching her gorgeous rack upward. Stardust floated to the edge of the bed, throwing kicks between her jiggling buttcheeks to ram her toes into her anus over and over, overstimulating the queen between the four of them into a screaming mess.

"Give up and we let go!" shouted Twinkle over the shrieks of pain and confusion.

"Th-th... that's... enough!" she roared, suddenly clamping her thighs together. They bounced back quickly, but it was enough to rattle Figleaf and Stardust into a dizzied retreat. She sat up quickly, Holly managing to zip away but the queen managing to catch Twinkle in her hand. The fairies gasped as their default leader was captured, only made worse when the queen stood up and struck a match, using it to light the candle by her bedside.

"I have had my fill of you little pests," she hissed, spraying outraged spittle between her clenched teeth at them. She held her hand out over the candle, letting Twinkle thrash and kick as she held onto her wings with two fingers. "You leave my castle and stay in your rotten little mushrooms or whatever you call a home. Otherwise I roast this one alive!"

"Nooo!" Stardust and Figleaf cried, fidgeting in midair and not daring to charge her again. Ariana sneered back at them confidently. "That's right. Now you see who's in power here. I wouldn't... wait, weren't there four of you?" She finally caught on, not noticing the smaller Holly duck under the blankets. Neither did she notice when she caught the matchstick she'd dropped. Or how she quietly whispered her spells to the wood, reawakening the fire from its slumber to reignite.

"...what's that smell?" she queen asked warily.

"A bushfire..." Figleaf muttered before she couldn't contain her grin any longer. The burning sensation fully reached the Ariana's skin, realizing that Holly had lit her pubic hair on fire. She screamed and released Twinkle, who quickly flew away from the candlestick, standing up and slapping at her bush to try and douse the fire as she accepted the beating of her own pussy a small price for not burning her entire privates.

Stardust gave a quick whistle, cuing Holly to pass her off the smoking but doused matchstick. She flew around behind the queen, returning to her favorite target as she jabbed the still hot match into the puckered flesh of her asshole. The queen shrieked even higher, turning wildly as Stardust abandoned the scorching stick, leaving it stuck inside her oversized foe to grab and pluck at delicately.

She pawed at herself before finally getting the last of the burning embers out of her holes, glaring around the room with angry tears in her eyes from all the accumulating pain and fatigue. It was only made worse when Figleaf popped into view, a quick surge of magic spraying more pixie dust in a blast of light and powder stinging her eyes. Ariana let out a wordless shriek of confusion as she rubbed at her eyes, Holly and Figleaf diving between her legs and grabbing both of her lightly singed pussy lips, digging their heels into her mound and pulling to stretch them out painfully. Their bodies prevented the queen from fully crossing her legs, and they only made matters worse for her when Holly leaned in to bite the fleshy folds of one of her lips. Figleaf pinched the other, holding it open as she jabbed her metal pin repeatedly into the pink flesh of Ariana's lips like a psychotic piercing ritual.

The distraction let Stardust lift up the small candlestick, still lit from the royal pain's earlier threat. She flapped her wings hard to hold her balance, then rammed the hot tip up the queen's ass from behind. There was a quick sizzling noise as the moist opening smothered the flame, but she still gave a mad shriek from the hot, waxy intrusion. Her hips bucked wildly, the Holly and Figleaf holding on while biting and jabbing away.

This left her womanhood wide open, and with the opportunity before her, Twinkle dove up and hugged the center of Ariana's crotch. With the others holding her womanhood wide open for her, she was able to get a solid grip and take the tip of her clit into her mouth before biting down with her sharp little teeth.

Ariana ran screaming away from it, and didn't stop since neither did Twinkle. Her feet tangled suddenly with the disheveled bedsheets, stumbling out of control until her face smashed into the stone wall in front of her, staggering a pace or two back before she fully collapsed, planting her plump ass into a chair in an unconscious heap.

"Is she getting up?" Figleaf pried. The four had gathered on top of the queen's belly and breasts in her slumped position.

Twinkle listened at one of her giant breasts. "She's still alive, that's for sure," she reported. "But who knows how long she'll be."

Stardust sighed and rolled her eyes. "She'll take forever, that lazybones. How much do humans sleep anyway?"

"Can we wake her up?" Holly offered. "We don't want anyone to find us like this, or else we wasted the whole mission."

"There isn't any water," Twinkle noted, searching the room.

"Well we don't need it, really," noted Stardust. The others looked to her, and she picked up Holly's sharpened sewing needle and shoved it into her grasp. "Just hit her 'on' button."

Holly looked at her spike for a moment, then grinned and nodded. She fluttered back between the queen's legs, sitting before her groin and considering her target before she flew off again. The fairies looked at her oddly, but then giggled as she returned from the window, holding the larger wooden splinter that Stardust had torn from the window to get in. She flew up a few inches, then charged in, jabbing as fast as she could. The staking of the queen’s cunt scraped at the flesh of her clitoris and pussy lips.

The queen rose bolt upright and screamed at the top of her lungs, only for Holly to float up to eye level and sock her in the eye, putting her back flat in the chair.

"Enough of that," Holly snapped. "That got pretty old about the twentieth time you did it!" The queen recoiled from the single fairy, let alone all four of them as they regrouped in front of her.

"So, you were able to sleep on it," Twinkle continued. "Did you reconsider our offer?"

The queen nodded frantically, her aching, dizzy body quivering under the fairies. "Yes! I will! I accept!" she blurted quickly. "Anything you say!"

"You'll send our message to the elves?" Twinkle asked warily, and she nodded again. "And that means you'll leave our forest alone?" Another curt nod. "Okay!" Twinkle chirped happily, floating up and taking the queen's little finger, shaking it with her tiny hands. "Pleasure to do business with you, your highness."

"And I'm sure you won't mind if a few of us stay here for the night," added Figleaf. "You know, enjoy a bit of breakfast and make sure that message goes out like it's supposed to."

"Of course!" she queen insisted with a weak smile.

"Perfect! We're so glad you listen to reason, and that the little folk can count on the queen for such things." Twinkle floated up and patted the queen on the head with a tiny hand. "Sleep well, m'lady, knowing the fairies watch over you," she assured, fluttering off as Stardust and Holly perched on her windowsill, where they'd see the morning messenger ride off with their scroll towards the elves the next day.

Office Aftermath

a bit of the fallout after Office Feud 2. less fighting, more sex and humiliation.

Michael took Michelle to his room, offering her his shower. She thanked him and quietly slipped into it, leaving his coat behind and showering off her burned, scarred, and generally filthy body.

She came back looking like a broken angel to Mike, beautiful but battered in some way all over her body. Her breasts were visibly beaten if not broken, with old scars and fresh cuts of various sizes over them. Bright red flesh marked the top of one of her jugs, burns from the sandwich maker that had flared up again on her left breast, no doubt burned further by the hot water. The injury looked inflamed, and would was visibly marked in the pattern of the sandwich-maker's pattern. After being crushed in both this fight and her last, it drooped noticeably lower than her right. Several of her wounds had stopped bleeding by now, but her tits hung almost limply from her chest, the fat and muscle inside clearly and severely damaged.

There was still a bit of blood stuck in her hair from the heavy blows to her head and face, and she had a bit of a limp as she walked back to the bed from all the shots to her groin and legs. She walked past him and brushed a hand lovingly over his chest, only to sit on the bed and wince as Mike recalled one of her last punishments being a red-hot spanking from an overheated spatula.

"You look so sexy," Michael said softly, touching her fingers as they left his chest. She smiled back, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as she put on her best bedroom smile.

"You're lying," she said, meeting his eyes softly in her shameful state. Mike shook his head, sitting down next to her. She rested a hand on his thigh, stroking it dangerously close to his privates. "Prove it..."

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, lips merging together and quickly followed by a sharp, short intake of breath when her broken nose brushed against his. He wrapped an arm around her naked waist, holding her against him before she could recoil from the pain and instead she relaxed into him, keeping the kiss going. Michelle broke it at last to look down and start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing at his face and chest as she saw fit. Despite all her pain and fatigue, she seemed plenty aroused and aggressive about it.

Mike reached down to cup one of her breasts, molding it in his palm. It was soft enough that it almost felt like a liquid in some parts, rolling between his fingers. The deep wound from the blade rippled from his groping, and Michelle gave a long, pained moan.

"I'm sorry," he muttered quickly, but she shook her head defiantly.

"Don't stop," she breathed back, keeping up her act of undressing him to match her own naked body. He took her suggestion to heart, palming and rubbing the breast, even his fingers running over the injury. She let out bigger and louder moans, though not all of them painful this time. Her hips pumped anxiously, and one leg wrapped up onto the bed. He could see the many bruises and claw marks around her pussy from the fight lingering around her swollen pussy. He moved his other hand up to take her other breast in hand, rubbing and mashing them together.

"That's it, big boy," she gasped back, eyes going wide and fluttering from his aggressive and shocking touch against her burned and busted breast. "Show me what you've got. Give it to me good. I can take it!"

Her wild expression and dirty talk got him excited further, but he had to wonder how much of this was proving herself to him. Showing that even after all the beatings and stabbings, she could still fuck like a pro. He didn't need much reason either way if she was this into it, and he kept his hands glued to her tits until she managed to free his cock from his pants.

He slipped out of them, letting her gently urge him backward onto the bed. He laid back with his prick high and hard, almost upright in his position as she crawled up to him on all fours at the foot of the bed. She focused on his hips, kissing and softly stroking his cock before she took it into her mouth, sucking up and down with soft, wet slurping noises. As he fucked her mouth, he found her fascinating to watch. Her black eye and scratched and scraped face wrapped around his erection, her red eyes looking up at him for approval. He couldn't help but moan from her oral skills, gently cupping and kneading his balls to accompany them.

He also watched with fascination as her sagging tits squished around as she went up and down on him, flopping loosely and slapping against the bedsheets. The once proud and perky jugs now hung weak and broken, the old simile of "like fried eggs nailed to a wall" coming to mind with their limp nature. Still, the nipples on their tips stayed hard, tracing over the bedsheets as they hung lower than she could reach when she was at her highest in this position. It was a testament to how huge and powerful they were once, taken from her by the night's awful encounter.

She finally took her mouth off of him against, stroking the spit-covered hardon and stroking it firmly in one weary arm. "You like it?" she panted, Mike's wide and fluttering eyes all the assurance she seemed to need. "You like that, Big Mike?" she purred persistently, loudly kissing at his shaft and head.

She kissed her way up his stomach and chest, her bruised body sliding up his. He saw her slightly wince and shudder now and then at the surges of pain, her damaged breasts and belly rubbing against him as she went. She finally kissed his face with her swollen and bruised lips. Her hard nipples dragged over his chest as she straddled his hips, and she gasped at every slightest twitch between them, the pain and arousal clearly overloading her senses.

Michael ran his hands up from her hips, running his hands over her swollen and hanging breasts. Michelle gave a loud, sharp wail as he did, enough that he almost stopped before she nodded excitedly. She grinded against his erection until Mike urged her down at the right angle, using her drooping wounded tits for handles. She gasped and shuddered like a virgin as he entered her, though clearly not from her tightness so much as her sensitivity. She'd had several men inside her already that night alone, to say nothing of their first vicious throwdown at the office. He slid in firm and slow, and she seemed absolutely wild for it, shuddering violently when he squeezed her purple-red breasts.

"That's it. That's it. Just like that, Mikey," she panted, bouncing up and down on his erection at an increasing pace. He held her hips to keep her weakened body steady, allowing her to focus on humping up and down on his shaft. Her wetness was audible with each deeply pumping thrust, more sensitive than ever from all the scratches and intrusions from earlier.

Michelle rode faster and harder, giving small twists of her hips to add extra attention to the shaft inside her. The whole odd but erotic display kept Mike hard and thrusting until she felt him cum inside her. The burst of wetness and warmth got a husky grunt out of her, almost doubling over before she returned the favor, cumming with him as she kissed him heatedly. He pulled at her hair and fondled her chest, urging on her passionate cries as she writhed against him, finally falling exhausted and limp against his chest.

"You have no idea how much I needed that," Michelle panted as she collapsed limply against him.

"I think you made it pretty clear," Michael replied, stroking her hair assuringly.

After a few days, the women were due to return to work. Michelle was a sight in her office attire, slightly more conservative than usual. Her various scars and bruises were still visible, and she had a tighter bra on than normal to keep her breasts from drooping too far. It certainly didn't go unnoticed.

"Nice pair you've got there, droopy," Crystal mocked as she went by, snickering from her desk. Any talk like that wouldn't have gone unanswered by the alpha bitch Michelle, but now she just blushed and avoided eye contact as she went about her work.

"Well look who's not so big, proud and firm now," Stephanie gloated, loving seeing the busty bitch taken down a peg. She had hated and fought with Michelle herself not that long ago, so it felt great to rub her nose in her own ruined body.

"Leave me alone," Michelle muttered, protectively hugging her chest. It just made her breasts shift and jiggle more noticeably, showing off their sag.

"Wow, you look like you lost a titfight with a steamroller!" Steph laughed, getting more laughter from the nearby employees. Steph tried to ignore them, hoping to focus on her work but every now and then catching another comment from Stephanie to her coworkers, the group bursting into laughter at her cracks about "scarface" and "grandma tits."

Michelle just seethed over in the cubicle all day, quietly and angrily enduring the insults.

As the night shift went on, Michelle got up for lunch only for Steph to step into her way. "Where are you going to?"

"It's my lunch," Michelle sighed dejectedly. "I was going to eat out."

"Damn right you were," Steph laughed, grabbing her by the hair. Michelle was still sore and couldn't resist much as Steph shoved her to her knees. She shoved Michelle's face into her crotch, grinding it against the crotch of her skirt. Their coworkers laughed and gathered around to watch the humiliating show.

"That's all the lunch you need, isn't it, no-tits? Munching on bush like the slut she is." Steph went as far as lifting her skirt and dropping her panties, burying Michelle's face into her crotch and grinding against her wincing features.

"You like that, bitch? Must feel reaaaal familiar by now, huh?" Steph went on, squeezing her thighs around her face to stuff Michelle into her bush. "Getting hungry, aren't you slut? Drooling over seeing a pussy that's not covered in scars and diseases?" she cackled.

Michelle let out muffled shouts of protest, but the employees could all see she was powerless to stop her, or any of them that would want to. Steph finally seemed to prove her point, Michelle getting up sputtering and spitting with a sour expression.

"One more thing," Steph added, wrapping an arm around Michelle's neck and pulling her back to her. She grabbed a set of scissors from the nearby desk, Michelle gasping and wriggling to try and get free as she stared fearfully at the blade.

"Relax, I'm not cutting you," Steph grinned wickedly, snipping it up front of her blouse instead. It sheared the fabric of her top easily, and then caught and snapped out the elastic in the front of her bra. Steph's tits flopped out into view, drooping in their pathetic glory before the coworkers. They laughed and jeered, some stepping forward to grope and squeeze the painfully beaten and sagging jugs. The branding burn marks, slashes and bruises were all over her chest, perfectly visible to them all. Steph held her back and trapped her arms, letting the men all have their way with slapping, pulling, squeezing, and pinching at her aching breast and nipples.

"Now get a move on, cow cunt," Steph snapped, slapping Michelle on the ass aand shoving her away. The other men around the office took the opportunity to pinch or grope her as she went by, Michelle making no real resistance to them as she tried to hurry from her own workplace, powerless to stop them. She could fix the top with a few spare buttons, but it would trashy and she'd still have no bra to wear all day.

"This isn't over, you bitch," she hissed to herself more than anyone in the office, hugging her tender chest and trying to shake off the smell of Stephanie's sweaty cunt. One thing that was clear; things couldn't stay this way for long without exploding again.

Maryjane Watson vs Gwen Stacy

a catfight between Spider-Man's girlfriends. don't ask me how it fits the cannon, because it probably just involved Mephisto fuckin around again.

Mary Jane Watson was the only girl in Peter Parker's (aka Spider-Man's) life... at least, unless you counted Gwen Stacy. They both knew his secret identity, they both were completely in love with him, and most importantly to them, they had both already slept with him. What was more, Peter couldn't bring himself to decide between them, and with his business being saving the world, sometimes it was hard to blame him.

Eventually, Peter was called away from New York. Some Avengers business with ice giants or something. He had been in a bit of a hurry when he left, but he mentioned he'd be gone a few days at least. He stopped by long enough to kiss them both goodbye and was off like a red and blue shot. This, both women realized, was their best chance to get Peter for themselves. Gwen happened to be the one to act on it first; she texted MJ with "We need to talk about Peter."

The women agreed to meet at MJ's apartment. It was a bit on the small side, but plenty of room for a single tenant. But the girls wanted privacy, and it was the best they could arrange with Mary Jane living on her own. It was a tense moment when Gwen stepped into her home, but in truth neither girl was going in with plans to fight. They suspected that the other might, of course, so it wasn't out of the question that they'd have to defend themselves if the other started something. Not wanting a fight didn't mean that both girls were lacking in anger and hatred for the other.

Gwen dressed in a simple white t-shirt for the visit, with a nice red skirt underneath it. She popped off her shoes to enter the apartment barefoot, just like MJ on the warm Summer afternoon. Mary Jane was wearing a black tanktop with her long red hair draped over her shoulders, and a denim skirt beneath. They both sat on the couch, MJ telling her to "Come in" and making no other gestures of hospitality.

"So what's this about Peter?" MJ asked bluntly when they had settled in and let their quiet stares linger for a bit.

"I think you know," Gwen replied curtly. "You and him have been spending way too much time together for my liking. Peter's MY boyfriend, and I don't want you seeing him."

MJ smirked and scoffed at the demand. "You!? You're a flavor of the week for when he has a blonde kink in him."

"He was mine first," Gwen insisted, leering at her. "And he always comes back to me."

"He ditched you for me first chance he got after he saw me," MJ grinned back. "The kid knows an upgrade when he sees it. Just because you can't get his 'spidey sense' tingling anymore..."

Gwen clenched her fist at this, though mostly just out of instinct. She hadn't been in a fight since she was a child, and didn't exactly consider that experience. Little did she know (but lucky for her), MJ was in the same boat. Spider-Man's life was far more action-packed than she would ever dare to consider hers, where an argument with an ex was about the worst she'd gotten into.

"He's much more attracted to me than some rust-headed, man-stealing slut!" Gwen fired back. "You should hear the kind of shit he tells me about you."

"Likewise," growled MJ, turning on the couch to aim her body directly towards the competing girl. "I didn't know it was possible to start sagging already at your age."

Gwen leaned on one arm on the couch, subtly placing her body closer to MJ. Both were getting riled up now, their distrust towards eachother starting to boil over quickly.

"Keep mouthing off, bitch. I came here because I'm not afraid of you, and I know who Peter's going to stick with."

"And what, you saying I'm scared of YOU, blondie? Because I'd sooner destroy you than let you spend another minute with Pete!"

"You try and stop me, you thieving cumdumpster" Gwen hissed back, apparently the last button to be pressed before the girls lost their tempers completely (not that it would stop them from trying). MJ lashed out and slapped Gwen hard across the face, enough to for the noise to ring through the entire apartment. Gwen's head jerked to one side and her mouth hung open in shock, the red mark across her one cheek where the slap had landed perfectly. Her hand went to the sore cheek as she stared back at MJ in shock.

"Listen, you mouthy little shit," Mary Jane said with a punctuating jab of her finger. Peter is my man, and NOBODY fucks my man but me. So you'll watch your mouth, get your prissy little ass out of my place, and stay the hell away from-"

Her rant was cut off when Gwen's expression went from shock to fury and she backhanded Mary Jane back, giving her a mark across her cheek to match her own. “And nobody fucks with ME!” Gwen snapped back, glaring angrily back at her. MJ had her own moment of shock, but by then her blood had boiled and she flushed red as she tackled straight into Gwen. With both girls sitting on the couch, it was far from graceful, and Gwen thumped her back against the armrest behind her with MJ on top. Gwen growled back and kicked at her, only for MJ's legs to get in her way blocking as much as they were targets. Their arms shoved and scratched at eachother before Mary Jane got a grip on Gwen's hair.

Gwen gave a shrill scream as MJ twisted it bitterly, but swung her knees up into the redhead to force her off of her and onto the floor. MJ kept her grip on her until she the floor, so while she was forced off, she still tore a few strands from her scalp. Gwen winced but rolled up to check on Mary Jane, who was shaking her head and trying to regain her bearings. Gwen didn’t feel like giving her the chance to inflict more pain on her, so she dropped herself off the edge of the couch with her knee slamming down onto MJ’s chest.

“AOOOGH!” The redhead rewarded her attack with a pained huff, the wind knocked out of her lungs and her tits flattened against her chest.

"That hurt your ugly slutudders?" Gwen hissed bitterly, twisting her weight around to grind her knee harder against her. Gwen grabbed MJ by the collar of her shirt, still leaning on her chest and stretching the fabric between her chest and neck.

"You don't wanna go through with this, red," Gwen warned in a low growl, strange to hear coming out of the cute blonde. MJ looked back at her fiercely regardless, the redhead throwing a sudden cross to Gwen's face. She gave off a loud, feminine grunt and started to fall off, but she caught herself on Mary Jane's collar and caused a loud tear to slide down the front of the shirt. Gwen stopped her fall, but rose to her feet as she viciously pulled on the top, splitting it down the front like a crude vest.

"My top! You fucked up my top, you little cunt!" Mary Jane shouted at her furiously. It was just a plain black t-shirt, but it was new, and she really didn't need any more reason to hate the blonde bitch. MJ's matching black bra was exposed, the red of her embarrassment and anger flowing over part of her lightly freckled breasts.

"I wouldn't worry about your top after what I'm going to do to you, you dick-stealing skank!" Gwen snapped back, throwing the handful of torn shirt aside. She stormed forward to try to stomp Mary Jane into the floor, but she was more prepared this time. She swung her bare foot in a rising arc, her toes burying themselves under Gwen's skirt and right into her pussy.

The kick hit Gwen hard enough to make her double over and release a quick gasp, knocking the air right out of her as she froze in pain. MJ boosted herself back upright and grabbed Gwen's head under her arm, squeezing it tight and pulling back to keep her in line.

"No smart mouth on you now, huh bitch?" MJ grunted, breathing heavily as she snuck a sucker punch into Gwen’s hanging breast. It got a groan out of her but Gwen made no other efforts to fight back yet, her hand cupping her crotch weakly. Maryjane reached behind her rival for Peter's affections, flipping up Gwen's skirt and yanking her panties down to her knees.

"I'm gonna give you what your daddy should have a long time ago!" she threatened before smacking a hand across her ass. Gwen shouted in shocked pain, shaking her head and trying to pull free. MJ stumbled and lost some of her balance, but she held on and landed several more loud slaps to her bare cheeks. Gwen screamed from the outrage and stinging pain in her ass, twisting herself to yank on Mary Jane's leg. They split apart a bit, enough for Gwen to reach under her skirt and dig her claws into MJ's pussy through her panties and squeezing hard.

"AOOOH!" Mary Jane howled out painfully, suddenly releasing Gwen as she grabbed for her wrist, trying to pull it from her panties. Gwen pulled and twisted, hearing the thin fabric of her underwear tearing underneath her skirt. MJ shuddered and tried to stagger away, but Gwen grabbed the hem of her skirt to stay with her and keep on her clamping grip to crush her labia.

Mary Jane started to feel nauseous from the pain, grabbing onto a wall to stay hunched over as she was. "That how Peter touches you, you fucking cunt?!" she snapped as her nails stretched and tore at her panties and pussy lips. "I'm gonna wreck that pussy so you'll never fuck again! You're going to need to put road work signs up around your bush!"

MJ suddenly got a hand up to Gwen's face and scraped her nails over her eyes and lips. The blonde screamed and gave one last tearing pull as she backed off, ripping MJ's skirt off in the process. Her dark panties were torn in several places, patches of pale skin and red pubic hair showing through the holes.

"SHHH... FUCK!" MJ cursed lowly as Gwen staggered back holding onto her skirt. Her clumsy steps flashed Gwen's own bare thighs and blonde bush beneath her skirt. With Gwen stunned and blinded, Mary Jane could rush up, yanking down the blonde's skirt in one quick swipe. Gwen's hands went blindly down to her crotch for protection, only for MJ's hands to forcefully shove their way under her bra, digging her nails into Gwen's jugs. The blonde gave an ear-splitting screech as MJ pulled and twisted on her flesh.

"Fucking whore! Let go!" she howled, MJ uncaring for her screaming demands. Mary Jane was surprised when the pain and rage egged her on to slam her fist into the redhead's face, rapidly pounding into her cheekbone. MJ winced and backed off, but tore at her handful of Gwen's breasts upward, tearing her bra and shirt off in one scratching swipe. Gwen shrieked clawed back vengefully, just missing MJ's own impressive rack but catching onto her bra and panties instead. The both yanked back until both girls were had the last of their clothes torn from their bodies.

Both stood in front of eachother, naked and visibly steaming mad. The angry red gashes and dull purple bruises on their bodies stood out on their fair skin, eyes wide with wild hatred. "That was my pussy, you bitch!" Mary Jane shouted at her furiously.

"You didn't have a problem kicking me there!" Gwen screamed back. "I'm going to beat you shitless so that no one will fuck you, let alone Pete."

"Even Mysterio couldn't make your fat ass look good!" MJ spat back, suddenly lunging at Gwen. Her fingers went to bury themselves in her hair, but Gwen caught her by the wrists. The girls struggling ineffectively back and forth in that position a few seconds, grunting and shoving a bit before Gwen saw an opening and slammed a knee up into MJ's naked crotch.

"OHHH!" she blurted out, making an unflattering face as it distorted in pain. Her arms turned weak in an instant and Gwen was able to shove her backward, letting her land flat on her back on the floor.

MJ was too slow to rise as Gwen pounced on her, straddling her waist and throwing wide slap across MJ's breasts. The big pale jugs bounced to one side then the other with her pelting smacks, juggling and jiggling them all over. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! MJ was reeling from the blows to her tits and privates, but she leaned further back kicking frantically at the air while Gwen went to town on her tits, slapping and scratching at her jugs. The redhead finally got her legs around Gwen's neck after a few tries, locking her heels under her chin and pulling to slam her head into the floor.

Gwen's skull bounced off the ground from the impact, moaning and holding her head. MJ scrambled out from underneath her, hands going to her tender chest for a moment but too caught up in their frenzy to stop attacking. She gave Gwen a kick in the ribs, rolling her onto her stomach so MJ could climb on top of her back. She slid one arm under Gwen's neck and pulled up, bending her back underneath her hips while pulling up in what she'd approximated as a chokehold. It was hard to be sure, but Gwen's gasps and choking noises sounded promising for her success rate. Gwen kicked and squirmed under her as she regained some of her wits, reaching up to scratch and pull at MJ's arm ineffectively.

MJ pulled up on her neck more securely, wrapping one hand around to gouge her fingers in Gwen's face and pulled up sharply. It scratched over and inside her face, with the added benefit of catching on her nostrils and forcing them to bend into more of a humiliating pig's snout. "Damn, I wish I had a mirror to let you see how ugly you look. But you must not have any around because you realized that a long time ago! Must be why Peter left you to fuck a model instead."

Gwen Stacy seemed to have enough and pulled harder on the strangling arm, biting into her fingers just above the knuckle. "YOWW!" MJ pulled her hands back to grip her fingers, lightly marked from Gwen's resisting bite. Gwen was able to throw an elbow back, landing against one of Mary Jane's slashed up tits. She grunted and fell to one side as she hugged her swelling breast to her body, propping herself up against the foot of the couch. Gwen moved quickly to sit on the couch behind her, wrapping her legs around her head to trap her there and finally succeeding at stabbing her nails into MJ's scalp. She pulled and tore at the handfuls of long red hair until they were stretched to their limit or strands came off at the root, MJ screaming in outrage.

"My HAIR! You fucking shiteating whore!" Mary Jane cried at her, tears forming in her eyes from the countless minor stings and pains throughout her head. She grabbed at Gwen with her limited reach, scratching over her thighs and legs desperately.

"Let me know how that modeling career goes when you're fucking bald, slag!" Gwen shouted back at her, slapping her face before going back to her hair.

"You wanna pull hair, fucker?" MJ hissed through grit teeth, reaching up between Gwen's thighs and grabbing whatever her fist could take of the puffy blonde bush and pulling like she was helping Aunt May weed her garden. She came out with a fistful of the light blond pubes, and Gwen shrieking as her legs popped back open, rubbing the sore and tender flesh. "THAT'S how you pull hair!" MJ shouted back at her, throwing the bright red pubes aside and grabbing one of Gwen's legs. She threw it over the arm of the couch, spreading them wide like an eager whore. Instead, she delivered a short, hard jab into her pussy, knuckles digging into the parting lips of Gwen's freshly sheared mound.

Gwen let out a sickly gagging noise as MJ effectively punched her in the clitoris, sending a shock of pain up through her spine and belly. Gwen flopped like a fish from her perch on the couch, too stunned to even cover herself up when Mary Jane sent a second punch into her twat. A weaker groan came from her victim this time, twitching and spread wide in front of MJ.

"Peter's not going to want a little peach like that," MJ sneered. "It's all bruised." She looked up as Gwen started to groan and rub her stinging bush. "Doesn't mean I won't have a bite myself!"

The redhead leaned forward and spread her mouth wide, biting into a fleshy mouthful of Gwen's pussy lips. She reared her head back sharply, tearing at the tender labia and getting a horrified scream out of the blond.

"MY PUSSY!" she shrieked. "HOLY SHIT, GET OFF YOU FUCKING COW! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" she gasped frantically. Gwen spasmed in pain, recoiling to try and escape before suddenly her foot shot forward, crushing her heel into MJ's face. Blood spurted from her nose as MJ hit the floor, both girls coughing for air and nursing their various injuries.

Gwen massaged her crotch while MJ gingerly touched at her smashed nose, both bleeding from their fresh injuries and the tearing claw marks at their breasts. They only got a few breaths in  before Gwen kicked at MJ, thumping the side of her head. The redhead shoved the leg away, grabbing Gwen around the waist and pulling to slam her down to the carpet along side her. She leaned over and hammered several punches into the blond's belly, forcing a sharp gasps from her with each shot. Gwen suddenly grabbed one incoming fist and pushed it aside, forcing it to the ground. Mary Jane scrambled for her position, throwing a quick and bitter slap into Gwen's pussy. She hissed at the hit to her tender groin, but used her position to slide her legs around Mary Jane's waist and clench her leg together.

"Auuughh!" MJ howled out as Gwen grit her teeth and leaned back, pressing her legs together as tightly as she could. The redhead's feet kicked frantically behind her, banging on the carpet as the crushing legs pressed on her lower ribs and insides.

"Nnghh... I didn't think you could even close your legs, whore," she hissed, sinking her nails into Gwen's calf muscle. The blond winced but twisted her body, corkscrewing her legs a bit to make the body scissor that much more painful for her rival. MJ writhed in her hold a few more seconds, seeming ready to crack when she lashed up with both hands and sank her other set of nails into Gwen's tit and squeezed like an aggressive dairy farmer.

"UHNN!" Gwen gave a pained grunt as her breast swelled up at the end from MJ's heartless crushing, distracting the blond into loosening her leg lock. MJ took the opportunity to lunge towards her, using the grip on her breast to sink her teeth into its swollen nipple.

"AIIIEEE!" Gwen shrieked as she felt MJ's teeth crush her tit, twisting her head to grind the teeth over her flesh. Gwen kicked and shoved frantically, nails gouging and pushing at the redhead's face. She left some deep scratches over her freckled features, but Mary Jane kept growling and drooling over her, muffled curses and insults coming through her mouthful of breast. Gwen finally changed tactics, wincing and sweating from the agony as she reached underneath MJ's face. She grabbed her by the neck and stuck her thumbs into her throat, squeezing whatever felt the most tender down there.

She was quickly rewarded when Mary Jane started sputtering and coughing up saliva over Gwen's breast. Disgusting, but effective, and neither of the naked girls felt too concerned with their looks or dignity right now. Gwen was able to force the choking model's face away from her tits, fixing one hand to her neck while the other pulled back on her long hair.

"So how's that modeling job again?" Gwen snarled, just before she bit into Mary Jane's cheek. MJ screeched as Gwen gnawed and pulled on it like a chew toy. MJ tried to pull away but the blond was locked onto her like some sadistic kiss. MJ slapped and shoved at her face, driving Gwen back at last from her neck. Mary Jane's cheek had indentations from the bite, and some light blood running down her face from some of the marks.

"You sick fuck! My face!" MJ fumed at her, slapping one of Gwen's breasts fiercely as her other hand held her bloodied cheek. Gwen replied by grabbing one of her rival's bright red nipples and twisting it between her fingers like she was trying to unscrew it from her chest.

"Call it an improvement, you ugly tramp!" she snapped back. MJ shuddered from the pain and delivered an uppercut too Gwen's right tit, letting it jiggle rapidly before slowing to a stop. Gwen winced and cried out in pain, but didn't release her nipple twisting grip. She instead grabbed its twin, pinching and rolling them violently in either direction as if she were tuning a radio. Though it changed the volume on MJ's screams of agony, she grabbed the sides of Gwen's chest, squeezing and dragging her nails over the flesh and muscles there.

Gwen squealed in her own miserable pain, the girls pulling on eachothers' tits while trying to retreat themselves, just adding more pressure on eachothers' breast attacks. MJ broke the stalemate when she leaned forward suddenly, biting for Gwen's face. Her teeth snapped at her, Gwen dodging the first gnashing of her teeth but a second try catching onto her bottom lip and biting down on it.

"EEEEE!" Gwen squealed wordlessly as both girls tasted blood from the intimate bite. She dropped her grip with one hand, using it to punch MJ in the belly. When the redhead grunted and released her bite, Gwen paid her back in kind, snarling and biting into MJ's own lips. MJ let out a mumbling growl of pain as Gwen twisted her head, stretching and tearing at her lips in payback. MJ took hold of Gwen's blond locks on either side, dropping her swollen pale tits to instead rip her head back and forth by the chunks of hair, rocking her neck violently with both of their heads whipping around until Gwen gasped and her hands reached up to her own hair to relieve the pain. Released from the lip lock, MJ spat in the blond's face, seeing the blood in her saliva as it slapped into her cheek. Gwen crawled back on her ass as she wiped the spit away with the back of her arm, both girls breathing heavier with rage, pain and fear as things only seemed to escalate.

"I'm not stopping," MJ growled.

"The fuck if I am!" Gwen snapped back readily as  the girls checked their freshest wounds without taking their eyes off the other. "Peter's mine. He doesn't need a weak bitch like you weighing him down."

"No, he needs a girl who can actually get him off. Not a boring-ass blond who can't fight for her man, let alone fuck him right."

"Maybe I should show you how good I can fuck him using your face for a practice dummy."

"Not once I use those little tits for punching bags!"

With their frenzies properly wound up again, MJ lunged for Gwen Stacy. Gwen backed up a pace to avoid her grabbing hands, throwing a lucky hook across MJ's jaw. The redhead landed bent over the sofa cushions, stunned as Gwen grabbed her by the hair to hold her down. She used her knees to shove MJ's legs further apart before she smashed a fist up through her crimson bush and into her pussy.

"UGHHK!" MJ let out a sickly noise as her punch went into her twat, shuddering against the couch while Gwen went berserk, landing her flurry of punches as fast as she could dish them out on her defenseless pussy. Mary Jane at last grabbed the wrist buried in her hair, twisting and pulling on it to toss Gwen forward. She bounced off the couch, landing on the ground next to her opponent who still held onto her arm. MJ shifted herself to sit back onto the couch, pulling up on Gwen's arm as it wrenched behind her back. Gwen screamed and thrashed and tried to roll back over, only for Mary Jane to send a stomp into her tits whenever she got too far and forcing her back down to her belly or side.

MJ seemed to have her right where she wanted when Gwen twisted sharply, biting into the redhead's ankle. The expected scream rang out, and Gwen pulled hard on the leg to hurl MJ off the couch. Her face landed with a dull thud on the floor, holding her face as she rolled slowly to her back. Gwen pounced on top of her, clawing at her face wildly. The girls rolled over the floor grabbing at eachother before MJ caught her knee on one side of them, bracing herself and landing two quick punches across Gwen's tits. The abused jugs bounced as the blonde let out some pained cries, but she grabbed Mary Jane's hips to pull herself up and bite into the fat at the bottom of one of her breasts. Mary Jane gave an almost lusty groan from the pain in her already bruised and bloodied chest, eyes fluttering and mouth hanging open as she was briefly overwhelmed.

Instead of giving up like Gwen hoped, MJ grabbed the marvelous blond by the neck and shook her, strangling her but more noticeably slamming her head repeatedly on the floorboards. Gwen's eyes went a bit glassy after the third hard THUD, blond hair bouncing along with her skull. She cut off MJ's fourth try when she reached down to grab the dark red pubic hair in front of her face, pulling at it like wrapping paper on a Christmas present. Two big handfuls of red later, MJ was sobbing and fell off of her cupping her crotch.

"I'm surprised a weak pussy like that could take my Peter for so long," Gwen growled, looking at her handfuls of pubes. While MJ sobbed and curled up in a near fetal position, Gwen gave her another hard kick in the belly, knocking the wind out of her. While MJ gasped for air, she stuffed the mess of red hairs into her mouth, getting MJ to sputter and try to spit them out.

Gwen had no room left for mercy with all the pain in her crotch and breasts and everywhere, for that matter. She leaned on the couch's armrest, pressing her foot down on MJ's throat. She gagged and squirmed beneath her as Gwen glared down at her. "You going to stay away from my Peter?" Gwen hissed down at her, fatigue and anger clear in her voice. She was done messing around. So when MJ started to shake her head weakly, she pushed down on her throat harder. MJ's mouth hung open, drooling and gasping for air like a fish on a dock before she started to nod rapidly.

"Whose man is he?" Gwen demanded, lifting her foot slightly in approval of MJ's conceding.

"Yours," she rasped out, eyes and mouth watering pathetically, still spitting up the occasional pube.

"Finally got something right," she hissed, removing her foot completely. MJ held her throat and coughed loudly, rolling slowly in miserable pain on the ground. Gwen stood over her upper body, sitting down suddenly to planted her battered blond bush into MJ's face. "Now... start licking."

"What?!" MJ blurted, but Gwen grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth up against her tenderized folds. Gwen winced slightly as her clawed up cunt was touched, but the satisfaction of MJ's suffering and submission was enough to make her overlook it.

"Start licking, you little slut. It's the closest you'll ever get to tasting Peter's dick again. And you so much as think about biting and I'll claw your eyes out and stuff them up your dirty cunt."

MJ wasn't foolish enough to take the threat literally, but she was scared and sore enough not to give Gwen any more reason to torment her.

MJ wasn't foolish enough to take the threat literally, but she was scared and sore enough not to give Gwen any more reason to torment her. She reluctantly reached out her tongue, licking slowly between the folds of Gwen's scratched and beaten pussy. She moaned and shuddered at the sensation of MJ's oral submission.

"That's it... there's a good bitch. You're fucking good at this. Mmmm, Pete should thank me for saving him from wasting his time on such a dyke." The backhanded trash talk kept coming as Gwen humped on MJ's face. The redheaded model winced and released muffled squeaks at her beaten face being rubbed over, but still obediently at up her pussy. Gwen held her in tighter and humped harder as they went, squeezing her thighs around Mary Jane's head to squashing her face in a painful and humiliating facesit. MJ sobbed and shuddered, which only seemed to excite Gwen even more between the vibration of her bawling face and her increasing shame.

MJ was disgraced to find how good she was at being Gwen's sex toy, as the blond's drawn out humping finally peaked and she came over her rival's face. MJ sputtered and coughed under her as the orgasm ran into her nose and mouth, soaking MJ in her rival's sweaty feminine scent. When Gwen got off her, MJ was too busy coughing and drooling as she writhed limply on the floor.

"You ever come NEAR Pete again and I'll do ten times worse to you," the blond victor threatened, planting her foot on Mary Jane's crotch and pressing down firmly on it. "You understand, you braindead cunt?"

"Yes!" MJ sputtered breathlessly, hardly able to think or breathe properly let alone fight back or argue. The extra pressure crushing her cunt didn't help at all either.

Gwen took her foot off of her groin at last, letting MJ curl up in a bloodied and bruised mess. Gwen took some of her clothes from her bedroom, tugging them on so she could get herself home. She left the apartment, already texting Peter about how Mary Jane wouldn't get between them any more. One thing anybody who got in her way would have to learn was that NOTHING stopped Gwen Stacy.