Sunny looked up at her lover and put a hand on her arm. “Please Char, don’t make a scene. It was innocent fun; she didn’t mean anything. Hell, she probably doesn’t even know we’re a couple.”

“Oh, she damn well knows! I overheard her laughing with that bitch Zeta-Jones. She not only knows, she was bragging she planned the whole scene. She just did it to make ME look bad in front of her guests!”

‘That scene’ had been when Kinski, in front of 15-20 of her guests, came up behind Sunny, lifted Sunny’s micro-mini up over her hips and wiggled her hand down Sunny’s ass, came up underneath and began to rub her pussy. Sunny, a little drunk and even more horny than usual, hadn’t resisted. She allowed herself to be bent over a patio table and stroked to a loud climax as the encircling guests applauded Natassja’s digital mastery of the blonde porn star.

Charlize had been busy inside with Catherine Zeta-Jones and Catherine Bell at the time and couldn’t have come to her lover’s rescue if she’d known. At the time, she was naked, on all fours, with her face buried in Cat’s pussy while Catherine drilled her from behind with a strap-on. It wasn’t until later, when she overhead Kinski and Catherine laughing about it, that Charlize realized she’d been duped - yet again - by her former lover Cat Bell and her rival Catherine Zeta-Jones.

They - along with Ashley Judd and Jennifer Lopez (plus dozens of other jealous actresses, including Natassja’s ex-, Demi Moore) were always trying to ‘get over’ on Charlize and, far too often, they succeeded. But this had been one of their finest moments; practically raping Charlize’s girlfriend in front of dozens of witness while Bell and Zeta-Jones had gotten Charlize so aroused she’d gobbled their pussies without hesitation! Not that Charlize had been in any position to break away from the three-way tryst if she’d wanted to!

But when she realized she’d been ‘cuckold’ and humiliated publicly, she was determined to get revenge. Now that the guests had gone, she and the German-born Natassja were alone in Kinski’s back yard. The confrontation Charlize had been waiting two hours for was at hand!
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Charlize lashed out with her open hand at Natassja's grinning face but the German saw the blow coming and leaned back, but not far enough and Charlize's fingernails scratched her cheek.

"You fuckin' cunt!" Natassja screamed when she touched her cheek and her fingers came away with blood on them. Enraged, she lowered her head and charged, driving her shoulder into Charlize’s belly. Theron let out a loud grunt as they tumbled in a heap with Natassja on top! She grabbed the front of Charlize's blouse with both hands and pulled, sending buttons in all directions as the front opened from neck to waist. Letting out a cry of triumph, Natassja sank her fingers into the blonde's small, perky mounts, barely protected by her sheer bra. Natassja pulled and tugged at the lacy material trying to get at Charlize's notoriously sensitive breasts.

Surprised by Natassja's unexpected attack, Charlize was slow to respond but she finally grabbed a double handful of Natassja's long blonde hair and tried to wrench the other blonde off of her. In the end, both achieved their goal for when as Charlize flung Natassja on the grass, her bra snapped and Natassja took both halves of the bra with her!

Both lay on their sides glaring at the other, then Natassja started to rise. Charlize was quicker to her feet standing while Natassja was on one knee. Charlize snapped out her foot and hit Natassja square in the stomach. She folded forward onto her chest, coughing and gagging as she struggled to catch her breath. Charlize drew back her foot and kicked her again, this time pancaking Natassha’s left breast! Natassja screamed as she rolled away in an attempt to escape, but Charlize stepped right after her, her open blouse flutter as her bare breasts bounced. With every step she took, Charlize kicked Natassja wherever and whenever some part of her body was within range of one of her long legs.

"You disgusting tramp!" Charlize screamed.

Natassja's only reply was the grunts she made as Charlize's foot slammed her belly. Charlize drew back her foot once more and this time her Prada sandel smashed Natassja's right breast. Kinski clutched her battered boob and started to sob, begging Charlize to quit.

"OK, OK! STOP…please…don't kick me anymore." She slumped to the ground and buried her face in her crossed arms, shuddering uncontrollably as she cried. Charlize stood over her and glared down at the model-slim body with a sense of accomplishment she hadn’t felt for some time.

Still, she wasn’t satisfied with Natassja’s promises, she wanted her out of Sunny’s life forever. She picked up the model’s discarded little bikini top, stepped over Natassja and straddled her. Natassja pushed herself up on all fours but Charlize planted her knee in the small of her back and pushed her back down flat in the moist grass.

"Not so fast," she hissed as she grabbed Kinski’s left wrist and twisted the arm behind her back, "I want you to stay here and listen to what I have to say."

But when Charlize started to wrap the bikini top around her wrist, Natassja realized what she was trying to do and struggled to frustrate her plan. But Charlize sat down on her back and she was too heavy to unseat. Natassja couldn't keep Charlize from tying the strip of cloth around her left wrist, but when Charlize leaned over and tried to grab her right wrist, Natassja suddenly thrust her butt up and Charlize went sprawling face-first in the grass.

Natassja scrambled out from under Charlize, rolled away and popped to her feet. Charlize started to chase her, but Natassja ducked around a lawn chair and Charlize went the other way to cut her off! They slammed together belly to belly and breast to breast, but it was the stockier Natassja who had the advantage. When they hit, Natassja's momentum gave her an extra edge when her flat, hard, washboard abs slammed into Charlize's softly round belly.

Charlize had been unprepared and Natassja heard her grunt on impact! Quickly, Natassja grabbed two handfuls of Charlize's golden hair and twisted her around. Sticking out her hip, Natassja flipped the short of breath blonde up and over, sending her crashing to the ground on her back. Charlize had the wind knocked out of her and barely managed to get to her knees in front of the tough German as Natassja walked up to her.

She drew back her leg and drove her knee between Charlize's breasts!. Charlize's made a ‘o’ with her lips as the little air left in her lungs whooshed out of her. Natassja maintained one handful of Charlize's hair as she swung her leg across Charlize’s body and forced her over backwards as she straddled her chest. Natassja dropped her full weight down on Charlize's chest and pinned her flat on her back. Charlize lay gasping for air as Natassja shook her head from side to side by the hair.

When she hit the ground, Natassja managed to pin one of Charlize's arms under her and with Charlize still gasping for air it was easy for the European to use both hands to control her other arm as well. Tucking it under her knee, Natassja had Charlize at her mercy, unable to defend herself as Natassja ripped out clumps of golden hair with both hands until tears streamed down the blondes cheeks.

"Well, Theron," Natassja gloated. "Who's got the upper hand NOW?" Charlize didn't respond so Natassja cuffed her cheek with her palm, then backhanded the startled actress across the mouth, smearing her lipstick. "When I ask you a question," she snarled. "I expect to get an answer!"

Charlize kicked her legs in the air and bucked her hips in an unsuccessful effort to unseat the sturdy woman but Natassja just squeezed her thighs tight against Charlize's heaving chest and rode out the brief storm, waiting until Charlize exhausted herself without unseating her. Finally, Charlize's struggles subsided and she lay with her legs apart and her bare breasts heaving. Charlize was still having trouble breathing because of Natassja’s weight pressing down on her chest.

Natassja smirked at how fast Charlize's resistance had ended and slapped both her cheeks sharply. "That's better," she said softly. "Just lay there and catch your breath; you’ll need it before this day is done. Let me do all the work. All this exercise must be very tiring. Besides…" Natassja grinned as she reached behind her and laid her hand on Charlize's rapidly pumping belly and squeezed a roll of flesh in her hand, "…it doesn't feel like you're in very good shape."

She crushed the generous roll of flesh in her fist, massaging it with her fingers until Charlize let out a strangled yelp as the nails dug into her soft flesh. Pleased by her reaction to the pain, Natassja did it again - but this time Charlize bit her lip, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she’d hurt her. Natassja smiled, then slowly slid her hand down over the smooth swell of Charlize's belly to the waist of her skirt. She released the belt buckle and slipped the thin leather belt from around Charlize's waist and draped it around her own shoulders. Leaning back again, Natassja started to unbutton Charlize's skirt.

Charlize’s eyes widened in panic as she realized what Natassja was going to do. "NO! You can't...." she croaked.

Desperately, Charlize twisted her hips and arched her back, trying to throw Natassja off - and she almost succeeded! Off balance, Natassja had to put a hand down to steady herself, then she sat back upright. Then with a quick thrust, she plunged her hand under the front of Charlize’s skirt, grabbed her thong panties and gave them a hard jerk, pulling the sturdy cloth up between the lips of the Oscar winner’s juicy pussy!

Natassja continued to pull and tug, sawing the material into the sensitive flesh. Charlize couldn't suppress a groan from her tightly pursed lips. Natassja smiled as she imagined the pain she must be feeling. Finally, after another yank, the panties ripped and Natassja slowly pulled the damp cloth through the slit between Charlize's tightly clenched thighs. She held to her nostrils and inhaled deeply, then grinned.

"Why, Ms. Theron," she cooed, "You ARE excited aren't you! What do you have to say now?"

Natassja dropped the torn, wet, panties on Charlize's blushing face, covering both her nose and mouth. Charlize shook her head to get them off, but Natassja clapped her open hand down on Charlize's nose and mouth, pressing the cloth in place and shutting off her air passages at the same time. Unable to breathe, Charlize frantically shook her head, thrashed her legs and bucked her hips; her eyes wide with panic. In seconds, her face began to turn bright red as she grew lightheaded and begin seeing stars.

As Charlize began to fade, Natassja raised her hand and let Charlize take in some air. While Charlize was concentrating on sucking air through the moist crotch of her own panties, Natassja spread her knees, slipped her hands between them and cupped the outside of Charlize's breasts. She drew them up between her legs, then squeezed her thighs back together, compressing Charlize's small firm breasts until they were bulging upward with her dark nipples thrusting upward toward Natassja's smirking face.

Natassja pinched both nipples with her the thumb and forefinger, then slowly teased them until blood rushed to the nips, making them longer as they stiffened. Which made what Natassja did next that much easier!

"So, you were going to tie my hands, eh? Why was that? Were you afraid I might do ... THIS?" Natassja giggled as she pinched down on Charlize's nipples as hard as she could and twisted hard…one way, then the other.

Despite herself, Charlize couldn’t keep from crying out, "OH GOD…no…no…no! Please…don't do that..."

Natassha’s response was to do it again; wringing another anguished wail from the blonde film star. When she released the nipples, Natassja grabbed Charlize's breasts and squeezed; digging her fingernails deep in the smooth, ultra-sensitive flesh. Tears welled in Charlize's eyes as Natassja calmly and deliberately tortured her tits, using techniques she’d perfected in years of practice.

Natassja knew that Theron, like every woman she’d ever been with, had a breaking point and she was determined to find it, then push her over the edge. She’d done something similar with another actress several years before. That girl had been so humiliated when Natassja finished, she’d quit the picture in tears. But Natassja didn't want to run Charlize out of town, she didn’t even want to run her out of her house - she just wanted to ensure Charlize realized what would happen if she ever interfered with her ‘play’ again.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Natassja asked with mock concern.

Charlize couldn't stop herself from shaking as she whimpered, "Please Natassja, stop this. You're just going to make it harder on yourself!"

That wasn't the answer Natassja wanted, so she pinched the nipples again, then explained, "I don't care what YOU want. I'm going to do what I want; when I want; with who I want. In fact, I'm going to fuck Sunny in your trailer on the set of your next picture and… if you're good… I'll let you watch. How would you like that?"

"You're sick Natassja," Charlize muttered. "When I get up, I'm going to give you the whipping of your life. Then, I'll decide whether or not to send you away for help."

Natassja shook her head slowly, "Tsk- tsk! You still haven't gotten the point. You have nothing to say about it any more. You're irrelevant. Here's a sample of what will happen to you if you ever try to come between us."

Natassja leaned back and worked her hand down Charlize's belly, then under the waistband of her skirt. With Charlize's panties no longer protecting her, the woman's fingers easily combed the tangle of dense hair over her pussy. Charlize squeezed her thighs together as hard as she could and for a few minutes she successfully delayed Natassja's attempt to insert her fingers inside her. But as her legs tired, her muscles started burning. Then the leg cramps began and she had to open her legs to relieve the strain on her muscles. And as soon as Charlize's legs started to open, Natassja grinned and jammed her hand over Charlize's pussy, cupping it firmly.

"That's better! I bet you're going to enjoy this as much as I am, aren't you?" Charlize blushed furiously, but refused to dignify her question with an answer. Natassja slowly rubbed Charlize's mound, gently at first, then harder; her eyes never leaving Charlize’s face as she watched her expression change from cold resistance to soften into the early stages of an unwelcome arousal. It wasn't until Charlize’s mouth began to open and close like a fish out of water and her breathing got faster that Natassja slowly slipped her middle finger into the hot, moist opening. Unlike Charlize, who was shocked at her body’s response, Natassja wasn’t the least surprised at how wet she was. She’d been fully briefed by Cat and Catherine on what Charlize liked and how she liked it!

"Why you sly dog," Natassja gushed, "You LIKE it, don't you?" she laughed, shaking her head as if in surprise.

Natassja's finger penetrated the moist cavern and wiggled against the hard button of Charlize's erect clit. Charlize moaned when the fingernail flicked the swollen organ and then slowly stroked the sensitive nub. Charlize couldn't help herself; she couldn’t count the number of times she’d found herself strangely aroused by similar situations in which she was helpless and at the mercy of another woman. As usual, in moments her hips started to gently rise and roll in rhythm with Natassja’s skillful fingering...at first fast, then slow; then faster again, then slower. The changes in rhythm kept the panting blonde off balance and Natassja’s stroking fingers played Charlize’s clit like a virtuoso violinist. Each slow, deep, thrust pushed her closer to her orgasm; each long, scratching upward stroke made her gasp out loud.

Natassja knew that the alternating speed-up, slow-down, speed-up would bring Charlize to the brink of release, then she’d pause, let her slip back from the precipice, then push her back toward the peak again. It was exactly the kind of teasing that would devastate her psyche and leave her panting and begging for a climax.

And once she had finally dominated the young woman’s mind and body, Natassja would continue to humiliate her until she would never dare resist her again. She knew that after she had pleasured Charlize to the brink of an orgasm over and over, and forced her to beg for release, Charlize would lose any moral authority to preach about she and Sunny. In fact, just the mere threat of revealing how she'd fingered her to a climax would be sufficient to keep Charlize under control - and out of the way whenever Natassja wanted to see Sunny.

Natassja carefully considered how far to push Charlize after weakening her with an orgasm, or two, or three. That would cement her victory. If she forced Charlize to satisfy her, that would certainly make for an interesting relationship - perhaps instead of keeping Sunny all to herself, she’d have threesomes with Sunny AND Charlize.

Unfortunately, while Natassja was planning her future with Sunny, Charlize made a final attempt to escape! She knew her body couldn't hold out much longer against Natassja’s insistent tough. She was evil incarnate and there was no doubt she knew how to use her fingers better than any woman Charlize had ever been with! Charlize was ready to beg Natassja to let her climax when she thought she saw an opening!

Natassja was leaning back, concentrating on her pussy and Charlize managed to work one arm out from under her knee. She reached up, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard. Natassja's eyes were closed and she didn't realize what had happened until she felt herself starting to fall - by then it was too late!

Natassja landed on her face beside Charlize and before she could scramble away, Charlize had rolled over on top of her on her hands and knees. As Charlize tried to catch her breath, her bare breasts gently brushing back and forth across Natassja's as she rested over her; her chest pumping in and out rapidly.

Natassja's startled expression brought a smile to Charlize's face as she drew back her fist for a roundhouse punch to the jaw that would knock Natassja cold! But Natassja was too quick for her! She snapped her knee up and slammed it into Charlize’s engorged pussy. With a squeal, Charlize grabbed her pussy and toppled forward onto Natassja’s chest. The German tough woman wrapped her arms around Charlize, rolled them both over and then clamped her breasts over Charlize’s wheezing face. Within seconds, Charlize’s struggles had faded and she lay limp and unconscious beneath Natassja’s body.

She rolled Charlize onto her side, took off her bikini bottom off and then used her top and bottom to bind Charlize’s hands behind her; left wrist to right ankle and right wrist to left ankle. The criss-cross binding making it impossible for Charlize to close her legs! When Charlize came to she was on her back, her arms and legs tied behind her forcing her hips up into the air. Her eyes fluttered open and when she looked around she saw Natassja was sitting between her spread knees with a smug grin on her lips. Natassja reached out and started slowly stroking Charlize’s clit again.

"Now, where were we? IF you say please, I'll be glad to finish what I started," Natassja said flippantly. After only a couple of strokes of Natassja’s talented digits, Charlize couldn't resist taking her up on her offer and quickly begged her to finish her off. As she once more brought Charlize to the brink of an orgasm, then slowly let her down, then again pushed her to the brink, Natassja explained about their new relationship and how she was going to have so much fun with Sunny.