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Charlize Theron vs. Amanda Peet: Match One - by longtime lurker 2/9/2001

Amanda Peet had been harboring a grudge against Charlize Theron for months. The beautiful brunette had lost the starring role opposite Keanu Reeves in the new movie, "Sweet November" to the statuesque South African blonde and it was eating her up.

"What's that no-talent bitch got that I haven't?" Amanda told one of her girlfriends. "Oooooo, I'd just love to get my hands around her pretty little throat and throttle the cunt," Amanda added excitedly.

And she was just the kind of woman who could do it. Almost as tall as Charlize, solid and well built, she figured she could take down the blonde and if she did? Amanda smiled inwardly at the delicious possibilities. But how could she get at her?

As it happened she figured out a plan several days later. She sneaked into the studio where they were shooting "Sweet November." She'd managed to sweet talk a shooting schedule from a studio exec that morning, so she knew Charlize was scheduled for an evening shoot and would be wrapping up in about a half hour. Amanda waited for Charlize in her trailer.

The pretty brunette inspected Charlize's trailer, then removed the clingy black turtleneck and tights she'd worn sneaking into the studio. She casually lounged on Charlize's bed in a two piece silky black lingerie set. Getting up, she went to Charlize's makeup counter and poured some baby powder into her hands, then reclined back on the bed to wait for Charlize to return.

Half an hour later, Charlize returned alone. She was still wearing a clingy white teddy from a sex scene she had just shot and over that, a white bathrobe. She noticed Amanda right away but instead of being alarmed and running for help, she was simply stunned.

"What are YOU doing here?" Charlize demanded.

"I'm here to beat you up for stealing my part" said Amanda calmly.

"Your part!? You stupid, horse toothed skank." Charlize laughed out loud.

"I don't think you'll be laughing so much in a little while bitch" said Amanda menacingly as she got off the bed.

"Why? You gonna try something? I'd like to see you try little girl" replied Charlize, getting in Amanda's face.

"OK," said Amanda grabbing Charlize by the back of the head with one hand while rubbing the baby powder in her eyes with the other, "that's what I'm doing."

"Aaaaaaaaagggggghhh" cried Charlize who immediately started flailing about in blind panic.

Smiling, Amanda stood off to the side, measuring the blonde for a sidekick. Her shapely leg struck Charlize square in the ribs.

"Unnghhh" Charlize grunted.

Amanda fired another sidekick, then another; dropping Charlize to her knees. Amanda followed up her advantage, tearing Charlize's bathrobe off so there was no protection for her firm, tight body. Amanda ducked under Charlize's flailing hands and wrapped an arm around her waist, hugging her close. With her free hand, Amanda started raining short, sharp little punches into Charlize's already pained ribs. Every time a punch landed, Charlize let out a little squeal!

"Ungh! Unghh!. UNGH! Uungh!"

Charlize was blinded by the baby powder and disoriented by Amanda's rapid-fire assault.

Amanda started taunting, "You wanted to see me try Charlie, but you don't look so happy now," Amanda giggled.

She quickly shifted her attack, sliding behind Charlize and slapping on a sleeper hold.

"Nnnnn," Charlize mumbled through gritted teeth.

The ropy muscles in Amanda's arms were cutting deep into Charlize soft neck, cutting off the blood to her brain. Amanda tightened the hold, causing Charlize's pretty blue eyes to bulge out. Charlize started squirming in Amanda's grip, trying to get better leverage to break the hold, but Amanda draped herself securely to Charlize, not giving her any opportunity for escape.

Charlize started hyperventilating, huffing and puffing like a child in a crying fit. She started to feel dizzy, her eyelids heavy and drooping.

"C'mon - UNGH - babe. Just a -UNGH- bit more?" taunted Amanda as she cranked up the pressure on the sleeper hold.

In desperation, Charlize reached back and poked Amanda in the eye with her thumb. Squealing in pain, Amanda immediately released the sleeper and fell to the ground, her hands over her eye covering her face; her feet kicking against the trailer carpet in pain.

"You fuckin' bitch!" Amanda screamed as her eye swelled closed in pain. A groggy Charlize reached for a nearby vase of flowers and smashed it over the prone Amanda's head.

"OWWWWWW!" screamed Amanda as she was knocked flat on her stomach.

Charlize climbed on top of Amanda and grapevined her legs, grabbing her violently by the hair and wrenching her head back.

"P-payback time," Charlize managed to stammer before driving Amanda facefirst into the carpet 1-2-3- a half dozen times. Amanda's head was swimming after the repeated shots. Charlize stood on wobbly legs and, grabbing Amanda under the shoulders, started to pick her up. Charlize wanted to throttle her into submission, but the tricky brunette punched the blonde in the pussy, knocking Charlize back down and putting her on a level playing field with Amanda. Amanda promptly took advantage, wrapping her hands around Charlize's slender throat.

"Maybe the sleeper didn't finish you off," said a weary Amanda, "but this should!"

Amanda tightened the chok ehold. Charlize was still disoriented from the powder in her eyes, the sleeper and then the cunt shot. She tried to focus, but it was hard, she felt dizzy. Eventually her field of vision focused on Amanda's face directly in front of her. Amanda's teeth were grinding, rivulets of sweat were dripping down her forehead, down the sides of her face, over her steely arms which trembled with exertion as she choked Charlize.

Charlize welt wobbly, like she might collapse at any moment. She knew if Amanda got on top of her it was all over. She tried to focus - to focus on Amanda - but the brunette started shaking her head violently back and forth.

"Gonna rattle that pretty little empty head of yours, bitch. Gonna shake that little pea brain," hissed Amanda.

Charlize felt like vomiting. She could feel her stomach churning. She'd been gripping Amanda's arms trying feebly to pry them loose, but now - in slow motion - her long, white arms fell to her sides, hanging loosely. Charlize felt weak, so weak! Suddenly, Amanda leaned forward pushing Charlize back. Charlize fell back awkwardly on her haunches, folded in two like a pretzel. Amanda bent forward over Charlize, funneling every ounce of energy into the choke. It was tiring Amanda, but imagine how Charlize felt! The blonde's eyes closed once then sprang back wide open in panic.

"I can't pass out," Charlize told herself. "I can't!"

Then her eyes closed again - longer this time. Amanda was shaking her again. Her head was bobbing back and forth like a doll's head but Charlize could barely feel it. She could only feel the inky blackness washing over her, draining all the strength from her long, lean, body and slowly knocking her out. Then it was over! Charlize passed into a profound, deep sleep. She was nothing. Amanda had conquered her.

For Amanda though, the excitement was too much. She unfolded Charlize's long legs from beneath the lanky blonde, laying Charlize out fully extended on the floor. Amanda climbed on top of her, covering Charlize's pretty face with her ass. Then she started rocking back and forth,, moaning a little at first, then more loudly, more urgently.

"Unghh? unghh? oh Charlie? O CHARLIE!" Amanda screamed, grabbing Charlize's blonde locks and pulling her face into her. "Ungh? unghhh..unghhh," Amanda groaned while she humped Charlize's face violently; the blonde's head bouncing on the floor with each thrust of Amanda's shapely hips.

"Oh Charlize, I think I like fucking your slutty face!' squealed Amanda as, with a gush and a scream, she orgasmed on Charlize's inert face.

"Ahem," said Amanda, clearing her throat in a mock display of ladylike behavior as she stood to readjusted her disheveled clothing. "That WAS fun Charlize, my dear girl. We simply MUST do it again sometime soon..." Then she added with a haughty sneer, "… you loser!"

Amanda giggled as she rubbed the sole of her bare foot all over Charlize's wet face, spreading her fluids across the blonde's exotically gorgeous features.

"Well, goodnight dearie. Try not to let this ruin your self-confidence, no matter how overrated that may be," she said sarcastically.

Amanda got dressed and as she departed the trailer - leaving an unconscious Charlize Theron breathing shallowly behind her - she turned and with an insolent toss of her hair purred, "Don't bother to get up hon. I'll show myself to the door."

Hours later, when she awoke, Charlize would have to deal with the trauma and the memories of the last thing she remembered before everything went blank, Amanda Peet's pussy covering her face. Charlize took the next day off from filming, citing a 'headache', but already the Hollywood rumor mill was spreading gossip about how Amanda Peet had 'gotten off and gotten over' on her. Charlize knew she couldn't let the insult go unanswered, she had to do something. But what could she do?

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Charlize Theron vs. Amanda Peet, Match Two: The Sauna Fight

Charlize Theron was tossing and turning in bed. A clammy sheet of cold sweat draping her long, lean body. She was in the throes of a nightmare picturing over & over again Amanda Peet choking her into oblivion then suffocating her in a face sit. She woke up with a sudden start!

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

It'd been almost a month since the beautiful South African blonde had been beaten to a pulp by Amanda Peet and the nightmares wouldn't stop. She had started seeing a shrink but all her therapist could tell her was that she had to, "confront her fear …to get over it." Easy for her to say, thought Charlize.

She got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and splashed water in her face. She then stared at herself long and hard in the bathroom mirror her hands gripping the sides of the sink before she broke down and started sobbing.

Several more months passed like this. Charlize found it difficult to concentrate on her acting. She was losing roles left and right. Even her sex life was suffering. Her confidence had been profoundly shaken by Amanda's choking hands and it was affecting every aspect of her once happy life. Charlize tried to take solace by working out at a local gym. She would do an hour of cardio and weights then swim for 45 minutes. It was after a late workout at the gym that destiny reared its head.

Charlize had just gotten out of the pool and was in the locker room getting ready to change. Her gorgeous body was barely contained by a dripping wet blue one piece swimsuit, with holes cut in the side exposing the sides of her stomach. She had just started toweling off her hair when she heard two women talking in a nearby part of the locker room and one of the voices was unmistakably Amanda Peet's.

Charlize froze in terror.

"So I'll see you out there," said Amanda's friend.

"Be there in a half hour. I'm gonna have a sauna first," replied Amanda.

"K,' said her friend before leaving the locker room.

Charlize said nothing. She was now alone in the same room with Amanda. It was time to confront her fear she thought. It was time. She clenched her hands in nervousness. Her knuckles turning white with pressure. She waited quiet as a mouse while listening for Amanda to go into the sauna. When she heard the sauna door open and close, she started bouncing on the balls of her bare feet and shaking her head back and forth like a prize fighter loosening up for a big bout.

Charlize peered through the sauna window. Amanda had draped a wet towel over her face and was seated on the sauna bench.

"It's now or never," thought Charlize.

She burst open the door and, before Amanda even realized what was happening, Charlize had her by the ears and started slamming the back of her head violently against the sauna wall.

"What the f- UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Amanda cried out.

"Don't you remember me Mandy?" Charlize shouted.

She dragged the disoriented Amanda to her feet and drove up a knee sharply into the brunette's cunt.

"Ooooo!" Amanda screamed as she folded up like a cheap accordion over Charlize's knee.

The big blonde then started raining blows down on the back of her head and her upper back, driving Amanda down on to her knees. Amanda clutched at Charlize's hips trying to steady herself and slow down the onslaught.

Quickly, acting on a self preservation instinct, Amanda clenched her hand in a fist and punched Charlize in the pussy. That immediately stopped the blonde in her tracks as she sank to her knees facing Amanda.

Peet quickly took advantage of the situation, plunging Charlize's face deep into her cleavage and wrapping her arms around the back of Charlize's head to keep the blonde's face firmly trapped in the breast smother. Amanda quickly pushed Charlize onto her back and stretched out on top of her, never loosening the breast smother, so she could gain maximum leverage.

"Mmmm-mmmm," Charlize sputtered with a face full of Amanda's breasts muffling her, as her arms and legs flailed in panic, her plans for revenge going up in smoke.

"F-fuckin' bitch. Suck on my tits!" a still rattled Amanda exclaimed. "I beat the shit out of you last time, so I guess you came back for more," she added, thrusting her breasts even more firmly up against Charlize's face and completely shutting off her oxygen supply.

Charlize was in no position to do anything. Her face was flush and bright red under the breast smother. She had no leverage and Amanda was too heavy to push off her. She felt herself getting that familiar, lightheaded feeling again; the same feeling she'd experienced the last time she faced Amanda and the brunette had choked her lights out. Suddenly, Charlize' outstretched hand grasped the little tin bucket used to pour water onto the coals used to heat the sauna. She quickly smashed the bucket into the side of Amanda's head.

Immediately, the brunette fell off of Charlize clutching at the side of her head and moaning.

Charlize knew she had no time to waste. Amanda was dangerous and had to be knocked out as quickly as possible. Charlize thought she had just the move for it, but first she did a quick move to disorient Amanda even further.

Standing up, Charlize grabbed Amanda's hair and stuffed her head between her tightly clenched thighs. Then, she did a quick little jump and dropped to the ground, driving Amanda's pretty little face down on the sauna floor in a pedigree.

"Yes!" Charlize squealed delightfully.

Amanda was now lying flat on her back, completely bewildered and unable to mount an attack.

"Time for you to taste the 'Theron figure four leg lock'!" Charlize said ominously.

This was what Charlize had been waiting for! She sat down at Amanda's head, lifted the brunette's head by the hair and wrapped her long, shapely, legs around her throat in a tight, TIGHT figure four head scissors.

"Uuurk!" Amanda gurgled.

Charlize leaned back, resting on her elbows and got nice and comfortable for the torture she was about to inflict. She then started flexing her calf muscles, the calf that was directly pressing against Amanda's moist throat. Every time she flexed, Amanda's eyes bulged and a panicky look came over her face. Not that she could breathe at all but the flexing would force air out of her and hurt her neck.

"Mmmmm, this feels soooo right," Charlize giggled, pleased with herself.

Amanda tried her best to extricate herself, bucking her hips and trying to roll side-to-side, but Charlize's legs were like iron bands holding her in place. The blonde wasn't about to let her victim loose.

"No! No! Bad Amanda!" Charlize laughed as she punched Amanda in the face, calming her and putting a quick end to her squirming. Amanda's nostrils flared as she tried desperately to suck in air that Charlize's legs denied her. Amanda started drooling, a pocket of spit collecting in the corner of her puffy lips and dribbling down onto Charlize'' legs.

"Oh you disgusting little freak," Charlize squealed, lifting her butt up to get extra leverage for a particularly hard squeeze of her calf muscles.

Amanda's eyes rolled back in her head and her hands which had been feebly gripping Charlize's calves loosened and her arms fell limp at her sides. Amanda's long legs slowly slid down until she was stretched out prone on the ground.

"Awww, is the little baby feeling sleepy? Is it beddie-bye time, baby?" Charlize taunted, grimly concentrating on squeezing the last drops of consciousness from Amanda.

Charlize gritted her teeth and her furrowed her brow as she poured everything she had into the figure four. She thought of the beating she'd suffered at Amanda's hands before. It felt so good to get revenge.

"I knew if I could just wrap my legs around her, she'd have no chance," Charlize thought to herself.

Amanda had slipped into a deep, deep sleep. She'd become Charlize' plaything now. The blonde kept the figure four tightly applied for several more minutes, then slowly unwrapped her long legs from around the brunette's throat. Charlize massaged her calf which had gone numb from the intense pressure, then got up and placed a foot over Amanda's face before flexing her arms in a victory pose as she watched herself in a full length mirror.

"Now who's the loser!" Charlize laughed looking down and rubbed her foot on Amanda's unconscious face.

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Charlize Theron vs. Amanda Peet, Match Three: The Decisive Victory

Charlize couldn't believe what she was reading.

"Amanda Peet Shocks Tonight Show Viewers With Catfight Story," blared the headline in Variety, the Hollywood trade paper.

Her mouth dropped open in shock as she read how that bitch Amanda Peet had gone on Jay Leno's show the night before and described how she, "… beat Charlize Theron 'til she was just a human punching bag!"

Conveniently, Amanda had forgotten to mention how she'd ambushed Charlize or even about the rematch a few months later in a fitness club locker room when it was Charlize who'd come out on top.

"That fucking little bitch," seethed Charlize. "She wants to raise the stakes, I'll be happy to play her game," she said through gritted teeth.

She got on the phone to her agent who gave her Amanda's home phone number.

"Hello?" said Amanda, picking up the phone.

"Bitch, you just made a big mistake!"

"Oh Charlize, I was hoping you'd call. I owe you a little something after that Pearl Harbor job you pulled on me last time."

"Oh you remember that now, do you?" said Charlize. "I thought my figure four cut off too much oxygen to your brain, that's why you forgot to tell Jay about it last night."

"Oh no, it wasn't that," replied Amanda caustically. "I just thought it'd be more entertaining to our fans describing how I sat on your face 'til you passed out."

"Fuck you!" shouted Charlize. "I want a rematch tonight bitch so I can teach you a lesson you won't forget."

"Oh I think it'll be the other way around," purred Amanda. "Where?"

"My place. My agent will give you the address!"

Charlize slammed down the phone. She was gonna tear Peet limb from limb, that much she promised herself.

Later that night, Amanda arrived at the scheduled time and Charlize answered the door calmly. Unlike their two previous fights there would be no ambush this time. Charlize didn't want to hear Amanda complaining about "Pearl Harbor tactics." She wanted to beat the brunette good, but fair and square to shut her up. Her plan was simple, beat the brunette to her knees then wrap her legs around Amanda's throat in the same figure four leg sciussors that had proven so effective the last time they fought.

Amanda removed her overcoat, to reveal a tight fitting, green lace teddy and, after she removed her leather boots, she was barefoot.

Charlize was wearing white bikini-style lingerie that accentuated her long legs and the smooth contours of her firm belly and a pair of perky, but far from big, breasts. She too was bare footed.

"Ready for some humiliation Charlie," said Amanda smugly.

"Fuck you bitch," snapped Charlize, sending a roundhouse left straight into Amanda's jaw. Amanda was shaken and offered no defense when Charlize threw a hard right deep into the pit of her stomach.

"Ooooofffff!" Amanda exhaled as the gut shot ripped into her belly.

Charlize grabbed Amanda's hair, holding her up while she rained punches at Amanda's face; quickly blackening both eyes and marking up her formerly pretty face.

Amanda fought back as best she knew how, driving her knee up sharply, splitting Charlize' long, muscular legs as it buried itself in Charlize's groin.

"Unghhh!"

Charlize grimaced, but she was fit and recovered quickly, tripping Amanda to the floor and securing an armbar on the brunette.

"Ghhhaaaaghh!" Amanda screamed as Charlize twisted the arm viciously; her knee pinning Amanda's shoulder on the floor so that every wrench of the arm brought excruciating pain to the brunette's shoulder.

After softening Amanda up for a while, Charlize dragged her back to her feet, then Irish- whipped her violently against a wall unit in the living room. Glass figurines and crystal shattered as Amanda's body struck the unit. She slid slowly down to the floor like a bug crushed against the windshield of a speeding car.

Amanda could barely feel it as Charlize, using a handful of her hair, lifted her to her feet once again, spun her around, pinned her against the wall and started driving her knee to Amanda's groin.

"Ohhhh!" Amanda grunted as each blow found its mark with deadly accuracy.

"This…is…what….pay…back…feels…like!" said Charlize, punctuating every word with a knee to Amanda's already bruised and tender cunt.

Desperately, Amanda grabbed the big blonde by the shoulders and used her foot on the wall unit to run Charlize backward to the center of the living room. The two women tumbled onto the living room couch which flipped over with them on it. As they went over, Amanda came out landing on top of Charlize. They struggled for a few minutes, with Charlize wedged awkwardly in the division in the couch where two seat cushions met. Her arms were pinned under Amanda and the more she struggled, the more tightly she became trapped.

Amanda, quickly taking advantage of her situation, pressed both hands on Charlize' face; one covering the blonde's pretty mouth and the other sealing off her flaring nostrils. Then, Amanda just sat back to wait and let nature take its course.

Charlize struggled violently - several times she nearly succeeded in dislodging Amanda from her perch astride her chest and Amanda had to remove her hands to steady herself. But the brunette was determined to maintain her advantage and each time she replaced her hands, pressing them down over Charlize's pretty little face and suffocating her.

Charlize shook her head vigorously, trying to shake Amanda's clammy hands from her nose and mouth but her every attempt was frustrated as Amanda used her weight, leaning on her hands to keep them in place.

"MMMM! MMMM!" Charlize mumbled; the young blonde reaching a near-panicky state as her air was completely shut off by Amanda's hands.

Amanda, realizing she had a decisive advantage, started to toy with the wriggling blonde.

"Are you a helpless little bitch, huh?" asked Amanda; then manipulated Charlize's head, forcing her to nod in agreement.

"Am I stronger and more beautiful than you are Charlize?"

Again she forced Charlize to nod in unwilling agreement. Amanda giggled delightfully.

"Are you a stupid loser?...No? YES!, YES YOU ARE!" said Amanda laughing in Charlize's red, flushed face.

After weakening Charlize with the smother hold for a few more minutes, Amanda removed one hand at a time and licked her palms before replacing her sticky hands down over Charlize's breathing passages. Amanda was seated firmly now, straddling Charlize's tummy with her thighs; perfectly positioned to knock the blonde out.

"Who's your daddy bitch?" Amanda asked. "Say I'm your daddy and I'll let you breathe."

A weary Charlize tried to resist but as her head started to spin, she eventually mumbled underneath Amanda's breath-stealing hands, "Mmmm mmmmmm uuuu arrrrreeeemmmmmm".

Beside herself with pleasure, Amanda started rubbing and turning her hands on Charlize's face, twisting the blonde's beautiful features grotesquely.

"Sorry Charlize baby. I like having you like this too much. I think I'll just keep my hands on your face if you don't mind."

"MMMMM! MMMM!" Charlize protested, her feet stamping the floor and kicking wildly against the couch cushions. But her protests had no effect. Her eyes fluttered as she grew increasingly sleepy and she blinked slowly, gradually closing them as the remaining oxygen in her lungs was absorbed by her blood. Her muffled sounds grew less and less as Amanda just manipulated her face at will.

"Yes!" Amanda squealed when she felt Charlize' body go slack after she had smothered her out cold.

Amanda kept her hands plastered on Charlize's face for several more long agonizingly seconds to be sure there was no possibility of escape for the conquered blonde. Finally, she unsealed her palms with a soft 'pop' of wet skin and the sound of Charlize sucking in air as she uncovered her mouth.

Charlize didn't feel it when Amanda dragged her off the couch by her ankles and positioned her unconscious body on the floor. Charlize moaned but didn't feel it when Amanda straddled her again and pressed her soft tits down over her semi-conscious face in an expertly applied breast smother.

"Just because you passed out doesn't mean I shouldn't knock you out again," giggled Amanda.

She slapped Charlize's face back and forth a few times with her breasts until the blonde started to stir a little but as soon as Charlize showed some resistance, Amanda plunged her breasts down, sealing them tightly onto Charlize's pretty face and held them there...one...two...three… long minutes, again draining the life from her rival.

Charlize mumbled feebly in protest and her long, muscular legs kicked weakly as she tried her best to squirm free, but Amanda already her too weakened for her to escape. Eventually, inevitably, Charlize' strong body succumbed to Amanda's once again.

Again, Amanda held the smother long after Charlize had ceased struggling before she finally got up off the blonde's limp, slack and nearly lifeless body.

"There, that should teach you a lesson, you wimp!" Amanda laughed.

Amanda dressed before leaving the apartment and behind her she left a deeply passed out Charlize Theron, her body stretched out full length on the floor in her own living room.

Charlize awoke a few hours later, still groggy and disoriented after her beating at the hands of Amanda Peet. She rolled over onto her stomach and massaged her neck. Her throat was dry and parched and she felt like she was going to vomit. Charlize lay on the floor and sobbed silently as she relived the humiliation of Amanda's hand and breast smothering.

It was several minutes before she was able to compose herself. She went to the bathroom and ran a bath. She was still in the skimpy lingerie she had confronted Amanda in earlier that day.

Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. Maybe one of her neighbors had heard the struggle she thought. Without thinking, Charlize opened the door and as soon as she did, Amanda Peet burst through, grabbed Charlize by the hair and threw her up against the wall.

"I was just waiting for you to get up, you idiot," hissed Amanda.

Before Charlize could defend herself, Amanda bent her knees and brought her fist up from the floor. The punch sunk deep into Charlize's stomach, doubling her over. As she doubled up, Amanda grabbed Charlize by the hair and pulled her face into her chest, again surrounding Charlize' face with her full breasts.

"Oh nooo-mmmmmmmffffff! Mmmmmm! Mmmm!" Charlize cried before her protest was muffled once again by Amanda's tits.

"Oh yes baby!" Amanda screamed as she wrapped her arms around Charlize' head.

Charlize tried her best to reassert control; she fired short, sharp, hard little punches into Amanda's ribs.

"Unnggh! Ooooo! Unghhh!" Amanda grunted. The punches hurt, but she was determined to keep the breast smother in place.

Charlize kept punching more and more furiously, driven by desperation. Eventually, Amanda slumped to her knees, her eyes wincing in pain. But as she fell, Amanda made sure she didn't loosen her breast smother and as she dropped down, she dragged Charlize to her knees along with her.

"Unngghhh! Unghhhhhh!" Amanda said as Charlize' punches kept rocking her side. Amanda was sobbing now but still holding on for dear life. She was outlasting Charlize who was still weakened from her previous smothering. Gradually, the blonde's punches were losing power. Slowly, ever so slowly, they became more like slaps than punches. Amanda could feel Charlize' heaving belly bumping on hers as the blonde's body leaned on her until, finally, Charlize' hands were merely holding her by the hips as she tried, feebly, to push the vicious brunette and her smothering breasts, away from her face.

But it was no use.

If anything, Amanda pushed Charlize harder until her butt sat down and her long legs slid out on either side of Amanda's hips. Charlize' shoulders became pinned to the wall as Amanda leaned on her and smothered Charlize even more tightly than ever.

"There's the Charlize I know," smiled Amanda as she felt the blonde's body relax. Still sniffling from the rib punches, Amanda whispered in Charlize' unhearing ear, "This is the Charlize who can't fight back; whose weak, who I can do anything to that I want. See?"

Amanda started moving her breasts from side-to-side in a slow, circular motion, maneuvering Charlize' limp head with them. Charlize's hands hung loose at her sides and her hair was matted to her forehead, soaking wet from the perspiration on Amanda's breasts and the heat of the brunette's body.

Amanda held the breast smother for several more minutes, relishing another victory over the big blonde. Eventually though, she peeled her breasts off of Charlize's face and looked down at the blonde's red face and matted hair. As she ran her hand through Charlize' hair to brush it away from her eyes, Amanda laughed at her blonde rival.

"You're just way too easy!" she said, grabbing Charlize tightly by the cheeks and pinching them. "I think this time, I'll stick around 'til you get up ...if you get up again. Maybe then I'll do some ass smothering next. Whadda ya think Charlie? You haven't tried it yet, I think you might like that!"

But Charlize wasn't saying anything.
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Even after the series of brutal smothering holds, Amanda still wasn't done; not even close! First, she wanted to fuck Charlize's face off and this was her chance. She again dragged Charlize by one foot to an open area in the middle of the living room. The blonde was just starting to revive when Amanda, standing with one foot on either side of Charlize' head, daintily lowered herself onto the blonde's face.

"Oh God no! N-no more, noooo-MMMFFF!' Charlize mumbled as her mouth disappeared from Amanda's view.

Amanda wrapped her strong legs around Charlize's head, gathered up a handful of damp, blonde hair and pulled; trapping Charlize' face well and firmly in place. Amanda adjusted her seat so she was comfortable atop Charlize' face, making funny little expressions with her face until she found just the right alignment of her body with Charlize' nose and mouth.

"Ahhh! That's it. Just hold that position Charlie. Oh, hee-hee, I guess you don't have any choice, do ya?" Amanda giggled. "Hmmmmmmm, oh, that's just deliciously perfect!"

Amanda flexed her long, firm legs, keeping the big blonde's face securely and snugly pinned under her. Then, while Charlize' legs once more began their little 'I'm not getting any oxygen' dance, Amanda started bouncing up and down, ramming Charlize' nose even deeper into her pussy.

"Ride 'em cowgirl!' Amanda squealed with pleasure as she rode Charlize whose trapped hands slapped at her thighs in a futile effort to unseat her.

It was delicious revenge for Amanda after Charlize' sneak attack on her at the fitness club three months earlier. Charlize pushed as hard as she could against Amanda's thighs trying to topple the brunette, but she was now only a shadow of her formerly strong self. Finding herself too weak to unseat Amanda, Charlize panicked as, for the fourth time that day, the sickening sensation of being unable to breathe washed over her again.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Charlize protested, her cries muffled by Amanda's face sit.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm" Amanda mocked her. "Speak up bitch! Oh I guess you can't huh. Mouth's full!"

Charlize' hips bucked, her bottom bumping the carpeted floor; her legs flailed the air; her feet stomped on the carpet; all in a futile, frustrated protest at the latest and most humiliating indignity yet.

"If only I could only get Amanda off me…," Charlize thought desperately to herself, "I know I'm the better woman. If I get her in that figure four headscissors like last time…"

But Amanda had other ideas and today she was the only one getting what she wanted. Gently at first, then harder and more urgently, Amanda rocked her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit using Charlize' trapped nose like a little dildo to excite her.

"Ooooo…ummmmm," Amanda moaned biting her lip. "Yesssss Charlize, that's it! Yes, keep struggling; move that nose around for me just a few more minutes…,"

Amanda was in ecstasy! In fact, she was so intent on her own gratification she didn't even notice Charlize' struggle becoming less and less frequent and weaker. Nor did she feel when the blonde's lithe legs gradually slid down until they lay flat on the floor. Nor when Charlize' feeble attempts to push Amanda off her gradually ceased, her arms lost all strength and fell to the carpet. No, Amanda just held Charlize by the hair and worked the blonde's nose deeper inside her, continuing to furiously hump the blonde South African's face.

"You loser! You fucking loser! I took you down again. Oh yes, yes! YES!"

With a moan, Amanda climaxed in a flood onto Charlize' upturned face. Then, overcome by emotion, Amanda remained seated on Charlize for several more minutes, slowly working her hips while the afterglow of her orgasm slowly ebbed. She took time to catch her breath before rolling on her side and stroking her throbbing pussy in ecstasy.

"Ummmm. That was so good Charlie!" Amanda giggled as she rolled over and looked at Charlize' face beside her, unconscious and covered in goo.

Amanda pulled Charlize close and once more covered her face with her breasts, her arms wrapped around Charlize's head. She rocked back and forth, gently cradling Charlize like a baby. As Charlize' open mouth sucked in precious and much needed oxygen, Amanda playfully pressed her nipple to the blonde's lips and, in an unconscious reflex, Charlize began to suckle like a child.

"My poor, sweet, little helpless, Charlize," Amanda murmured happily, looking down as Charlize nursed.

After several minutes, she released the blonde's head. Charlize, still far from consciousness, slumped and her head hit the carpet 'thump!'

Amanda got up and tore the wire from Charlize' telephone, then whistled happily as she tied Charlize's hands securely behind her back; then tied her ankles together before finally lifting her ankles up and tying them to her hands. Hog-tied as she was, the beaten and humbled blonde made a neat little bundle at Amanda's feet. She sat down and waited for Charlize to come to.

"Just think of me while you're trying to get out of that, hon," Amanda laughed later as she watched Charlize frantically squirming and writhing on the floor. She wasn't making any headway toward escaping. Convinced Charlize wasn't going to get free soon, Amanda gave up and decided to go home. But before she left, she went through Charlize' purse and got the spare key to the front door. Amanda knelt, gave the unhappy Charlize a kiss, patted her cheek and tousled her hair.

"Don't worry about a thing, dear," Amanda said, showing Charlize the key. "I'll come back tomorrow afternoon with a friend or two to check on you. If you haven't managed to escape by then, we can play some more. Taa-taa!"

Amanda slipped out the door, closing and locking it behind her and leaving Charlize alone to continue to try in vain to free herself. As she did, Charlize had time to consider her options. What would be worse, to scream for help at the top of her lungs until someone broke down the door and discovered her, beaten and trussed up like a Christmas goose; or to keep trying to get free and risk Amanda returning with friends (who they were or how many, she didn't even want to consider). The only think Charlize knew for sure, if Amanda found her exhausted and still bound, she'd be in for even worse treatment because she'd be far more vulnerable than when she was fresh.

We may never find out what decision she made!

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