“This just isn’t happening, -it can’t be” the blonde told herself. “It’s a nightmare. I destroyed the fat bitch, it was a tough fight- to begin with she almost had me. But I destroyed her. She was naked, whimpering, begging me not to hurt her more. And she would do whatever I told her. And I had every guy on the beach cheering for me –and damn it doing more than just cheering, they took photos, they dunked the slut in the surf, they carried her up to the tables where I spanked her.” And suddenly she knew why the brunette had spanked her sixteen times- because she had spanked that fat cunt’s ass fifteen times. “And I made her whimper, and I made her beg, and I made her wet. Yeah I knew then she was some bitch who got her fun from bullying others. And I knew then I could make her hot by bullying her- by giving her some of her own treatment. And I did. I destroyed her. Totally. I left her a wanton whore. And the guys fucked her and she sucked them off. She wanted to! She is a complete whore.” She shook. The brunette had licked her left nipple. “Oh, oh, ooh!” she murmered.
“So you still haven’t answered my question Goldilocks. Are you going to be my enemy?” the brunette looked down on her foe. “bet you’re wishing you had never come back, bet you’re thinking how good it would have been to leave me and the guys, bet you’re remembering the fight- how you beat me –yeah you cheating slut. Its all too late for that now isn’t it?” the brunette bent down and licked the blonde’s nipple again. “Isn’t it, you can’t have your time over again.” She licked again. She saw the blonde squirm. “It’s all too late” she repeated “but its not too late to answer my question. Well?” She cupped the blonde’s breasts in her hands and gently squeezed. She lowered her head and licked the blonde’s nose and cheek. "Lost your tongue Goldilocks?"
The crowd had fallen quiet, watching the almost silent duel between the blonde and the brunette –it was no longer just the physical battle of the fight, nor even the sexual battle when the two girls were sucking a guy off. This was both of them and more- a mental battle, a battle of wills. And even the brunette calling the blonde Goldilocks was a way of reinforcing her power over the defeated girl.
There was no way the blonde wanted to answer the brunette’s question. She glared at the fat smug bitch. If she said she was still an enemy- why she would be pounded, and she already knew she couldn’t resist. Even if her hands hadn’t been tied behind her back the fight had gone out of her. She was too tired, too hurt, and fuck it all, too hot, too sexually charged. But if she said she would be the brunette’s friend, well that wasn’t what the brunette wanted to hear. She knew what the brunette wanted. She knew –she had known all along- the brunette didn’t just bully physically, she bullied sexually. But now the brunette was caressing her, gently kissing her, squeezing her where- damn it- she wanted to be squeezed. But not by this bitch. She twisted, trying to shift her arms. The brunette squeezed the blonde’s breasts again, then cupping them flicked each nipple. The blonde bit her tongue.
The brunette was confident now, confident she could mould the blonde to her will. “You are so cute when you are mad, but I’d bet you’re even cuter when you’re not. You’re one hot little cutie. Such a sexy ass, its almost a shame I had to beat it.” The brunette ran her left hand up and down one ass cheek then squeezed it gently. At the same time she sucked on the blonde’s left tit and rolled the blonde’s right nipple between thumb and forefinger. The blonde bit her tongue harder. She dug her nails into her hand. There was no way- no way at all- that this fat bitch was going to make her moan in pleasure. “And such a pretty face, its such a pity you made me punch it. Isn’t it?” the brunette went on; “I’m so sure those broken lips would be much better kissed than all bloody as they are now. Swee lil Goldilocks” The brunette kissed the blonde, she sucked on the blonde’s top lip.
The blonde shifted again. She squirmed. She knew she was wet, she knew she was aroused. She knew, and hated knowing, that the brunette knew this too. But there was nothing she could do, not with the brunette astride her belly, not with her hands tied behind her back. She was powerless. And suddenly, that very powerlessness made her shiver. She realised she almost wanted to be powerless. She realised she had nearly lost her will to the brunette. But, there was no way she was going to let the fat bitch know that. No she was going to resist that cunt.
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