Carmen Electra vs. Linsey Dawn McKenzie by Alexis 7/7/01

Linsey wasn't discovered until nearly 12 hours later. When she didn't come down for her coronation as Playboy's exclusive spokes-model, a maid was sent to her room. The maid was later quoted in the "Star" that seeing Linsey covered in the ants, unconscious and defeated, dripping with honey in humiliation was the most incredible sight she'd ever seen. Needless to say, the British Goddess was not about to make any public appearances for a while after that. Once untied, she fled the mansion, California, the country and headed straight home to England. She needed time to recuperate and restore her self-esteem.

That Jessica had intervened like a freight train in the night ate away at Linsey. She became angry and resentful and yet she felt too humiliated to try to strike back. No one could believe that Jessica could have her way with Linsey and. in truth, if it hadn't been for the older redhead's sneak attack, she wouldn't have. But she did. Now Linsey was seeking solitude while Jessica was the toast of Hollywood.

One person none too happy with Jessica's victory was another celebrity who also had made a name for herself appearing naked in the monthly publication. This celebrity had been planning on taking on Linsey herself, but Jessica beat her to the punch. Jessica's humiliation didn't ruin Linsey's chances of being Playboy's spokes-model, nor did it ruin her $20 million contract, but it delayed matters. That left the other Playboy model, Carmen Electra, incensed. She felt she should be the woman who represented Playboy all along. In her mind, she was more beautiful than Linsey. Carmen was determined to seek out the British nude model and explain this to her in the most basic terms. In short, Carmen decided to hunt down Linsey, confront her and dissuade her from taking the contract that was rightfully hers (at least in Carmen's mind).

It was a month after the incident and a Playboy photographer had set up a studio in London where she would photograph Linsey in several sessions. They set a time and a date. However, once the time and date were agreed upon, they were changed by the photographer's assistant. Linsey was told to show up at 8:00 on Sunday morning, to wear heels, thigh-highs, garters, thong and corset but nothing else, just a rain coat to get to and from the session.

Linsey did as she was told and when she arrived at the studio she took off the coat and stood in front of the mirror. One of the effects of her humiliation by Jessica was that she had stopped eating. Depression and anger can do that. The result was amazing. Linsey had lost much of the slight flab she had carried and now her body was once again taut, like skin stretched over a stunning statue. Assessing herself in the mirror, Linsey liked what she saw. She looked forward to having the photographer walk in the room and see her for the first time.

Much to her surprise, when the photographer showed, she wasn't much older than Linsey, and quite beautiful in her own right. Linsey had never posed for a woman before but she thought it would be fun. The photographer explained that the flat where the studio was located was leased out by many people at various times of the day and she since they didn't want to be disturbed she padlocked the door from the inside.

The photographer had Linsey stand in front of a white backdrop and studied her through the camera lens. Linsey felt strange, almost as if the photographer were not looking at her in a professional way, but in a sexual way. Again, because this was her first time being photographed by a woman, she found herself becoming slightly aroused. She liked knowing she could turn on anyone, man or woman.

Linsey's confidence grew and as it did, it seemed her 37FF's were also growing, nearly exploding out of her corset. The British beauty tossed her hair, pouted for the camera, caressed her breasts through the corset and generally did her best to seduce both the camera and the woman behind it. Her animal sexuality returned with her confidence and Linsey could tell by the heavy breathing of the camerawoman that she too was getting aroused.

The camerawoman was stunned by Linsey's confidence, her ability to jump off the page so to speak and right into the eye of the lens. It was true, Linsey was bigger than life and arrogant sexuality exuded from every pore of her body.

Linsey could sense when a person was aroused by her but this was no great feat since all men were aroused by her and women were invariably either aroused or threatened by her. She could feel the photographer's excitement grow and this excited Linsey even more. What she didn't realize was that the camerawoman was aroused because she knew something Linsey didn't. She was armed with as much film as she could carry because she knew the object of the session was about to change. And, with a crack of a whip, it did! Literally.

The whip crack stunned Linsey but only aroused the camerawoman even more. When Linsey turned away from the camera she realized the sound had come from the far corner of the studio where Carmen Electra was stalking toward her looking lethal in a corset similar to Linsey's but unlike Linsey, Carmen was armed with a long, black leather whip. Carmen strode towards the surprised Linsey with the swaying hips one would expect from a top dancer.

"I hear you fancy yourself pretty good with a whip!" Carmen cooed before she lashed the whip across Linsey's thighs causing the stunned 22-year-old to screech at the burn of her flesh through her shredded nylons. "I do too."

Linsey protected her thighs with her hands as she bent forward but left her back exposed and Carmen proved that she was indeed pretty good with a whip by slashing across Linsey's back. Both times Linsey screamed in pain!

Carmen simply smiled and continued to stride forward. Once again she cracked the whip at Linsey. This time it caught her around her waist and when Carmen pulled, Linsey reeled the stunned Brit. Toward her. Carmen set herself and grabbed Linsey by the hair, bent her forward and drove her knee up into Linsey's gut. It all happened so fast Linsey couldn't react. A second knee to her gut brought a second low moan from Linsey's full lips as her knees buckled and she almost fell.

Meanwhile, the photographer snapped away. She was excited. Linsey wasn't seducing the camera now, she had all she could to do just to suck in air.

As quickly as the whip had wrapped around Linsey's waist it was uncoiled and slipped around her throat. Carmen pulled it tight, the muscles of her tanned shoulders and arms glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as she seemed to be overpowering the once proud Goddess. What could Linsey had been thinking? A month before she had been the most feared woman on either side of the Atlantic. Her raw strength and sexual power intimidated almost every woman. Then came the two freak losses, one to Rose McGowan and the other to Hahn's treachery. Now, she was being victimized by a weaker, shallower and admittedly beautiful but tacky, Carmen Electra.

Linsey was a Goddess, yet it appeared she was now being stalked. This is what she had done to other women: hunted them down and destroyed them. These are just some of the thoughts that had to be going thru her mind as the whip tightened around her throat and she struggled just to breathe.

Ignoring Linsey's predicament, the photographer continued shooting, catching Linsey's hands clutching the whip; her eyes bulging; the way her face turned blue above the black whip and below Carmen's bronzed arms; and the way her mouth opened to a silent, gagging gasp. The photographer was getting wet. Carmen too was becoming aroused with the ease of her power play. Linsey was choking to death.

Carmen pulled the whip tighter and tighter and slowly forced Linsey to her knees. The gagging would have been sickening to most but to Carmen and her accomplice it was arousing. Eventually Linsey's lack of oxygen forced her lower and lower until she was on all fours.

Carmen continued to choke as she taunted, "Playboy spokes-model, my ass! That job's mine you fat cow!"

Linsey couldn't respond if she wanted. The room was spinning. She was seeing stars. Linsey's arms collapsed and she slipped down on her stomach. Her breasts were by now nearly all the way out of the corset when Carmen straddled her ass and pulled back on the whip, straining Linsey's neck as her head was forced back toward her ass.

The photographer stood behind the two women to get a shot of the contrasting asses. Carmen's was flawless, high and firm. Linsey's...well, let's just say that even after her weight loss Linsey's ass may still have been the weakest part of her magnificent body. Hers sagged more than young women her age and it jiggled more than most older women. Carmen could feel the camera behind her, so she leaned forward to give her accomplice a better angle of her perfect ass above Linsey's quivering legs.

Carmen pressed her mouth to Linsey's ear and purred, "If you think Jessica had fun with you, wait until I'm done!"

Linsey struggled, but to no avail. The whip tightened as Carmen laughed at her. Not long ago it would have been unheard of to even imagine Goddess Linsey Dawn McKenzie whimpering like this, but that's what was happening. One of the most beautiful and sexual women in the world was being choked out by the beautiful, but talentless, Carmen Electra who posed with her ass thrust high in the air while she mocked the downed Goddess.

The photographer ran around to the front and shot pictures of their contrasting faces. Carmen's was beautiful, tanned and confident. Linsey's was blue, mouth open, gagging and straining. Carmen's power over the British Goddess made the photographer wetter and wetter. Before long, she was soaked and half way to an orgasm without ever having touched herself.

When Carmen pulled the whip from Linsey's throat, Linsey's body slumped to the floor. Carmen stood above her and mocked her. She spit down on Linsey's back where the whip had marked her earlier. Beneath her, Linsey writhed slowly on the floor as she coughed and gulped air into her burning lungs.

Linsey was still gasping for air when she heard the crack of the whip again and felt its sting on her ass. She could feel the fabric of her thong tear open. Another slash across her ass and she screamed again. It felt like her ass was on fire. Without breath, she struggled just to get to her knees hoping she could crawl away. Another lash of the whip across her ass made Linsey scream even louder. With fear and pain married in Linsey's eyes, the photographer happily snapped away.

She urged Carmen on, "Come on Carm, lash that fat ass again. I want to see the pain in her face! Come one Linsey, show it to me! Give me pain! Show me the fear!"

Another crack of the whip and Linsey gave the lenswoman what she wanted. Above and behind her, Carmen laughed at Linsey's red ass. Carmen took aim and did what most had wanted to do to Linsey's superior vagina, she wound up and kicked her from behind. She could feel Linsey's wetness squish against her foot and hear Linsey's last conscious sob before her body jerked upward and then crumpled limp to the wood floor.

The photographer saw the struggle in Linsey's eyes replaced by painful confusion as her eyes rolled back in her head just before her lids fluttered shut as Linsey slid down in a helpless heap of soft flesh. Carmen wasted no time, pulling Linsey to her knees by her hair so she could pose for the know thoroughly soaked camerawoman. Carmen was playing it up while Linsey's arms dangled limp at her sides, her pained face blank and unaware of this humiliation. Carmen pouted at the camera, growled at the camera, purred, laughed, screamed and lustfully licked her lips for the camera. She let go of Linsey's hair and the unconscious young model flopped flat on her breasts and face.

Carmen put her toe under Linsey's shoulder and rolled her over then she removed her own thong before bending forward to remove Linsey's - only to wish she hadn't. The shocked look on Carmen's face was caught on film at the moment she saw the immensity of Linsey's vaginal lips. Carmen's hand went to her crotch in an instinctive desire to cover herself up. The camerawoman could see Carmen was taken aback but she continued snapping pictures of the tanned beauty bending over the body of the fallen Goddess.

"Carmen, stretch those babies with your fingers. I want some of her lips spread wide open!" the photographer urged.

"No!" Carmen gasped. "I'm not touchin' those things! Those freaky labia are outta control!"

Carmen stood up and straddled Linsey's chest and said, "Here, take one of me rubbin' my pussy on her tits and face."

The photographer did exactly that as Carmen rubbed her neatly shaved and dripping pussy over Linsey's large nipples, then slowly worked her way up her neck to her face. The dampness on her lips stimulated Linsey and her legs began to stir slightly. Carmen could feel Linsey stirring under her and decided to give Playboy a truly memorable shoot. She ground her hips harder and harder on Linsey's face, grunting, groaning and moaning as she did so.

Carmen knelt on Linsey's arms as she fucked her face while Linsey's hips and legs twisted and jerked from side to side. Before too long, Linsey's muffled pleas for air came from audible beneath Carmen's perfect ass and tight pussy. Feeling Linsey's struggle beneath her, Carmen could feel the power of her control and she moaned in a more seductive way. The photographer was moaning in the same way as she clenched her thighs as she fingered her shutter button. While Carmen ground herself on her prey's mouth, she readied herself to cum. Carmen was amazed how easy it had all been. When she showed these pictures to Hef he'd have to take away Linsey's contract and give it to her. The thought of $20 million sent Carmen grinding harder and harder as she bounced wildly up and down on Linsey's face.

The camera focused on Carmen's stunning face, laced as it was with the pleasure of her control and her roiling sexuality. The photographer was doing her best to concentrate her camera on Carmen who was so close to an orgasm and also on the face of the world's most sexual Goddess who was pinned beneath her lithe, bronzed body.

The photographer had to concentrate even harder when Carmen screamed. As the photographer smiled and pushed the shutter button she quickly realized it wasn't a scream of orgasmic pleasure but one of immense pain, the kind brought on by upper and lower incisors latching viciously on a throbbing clitoris. Carmen looked like she'd sat on an exploding bomb. Her ecstasy had become agony as she flailed her arms and flung her body wildly on top of Linsey, doing her best to extricate herself from the Goddesses teeth. Carmen leapt as best she could but didn't get anywhere with Linsey's weight attached to her groin. The pain was so overwhelming that Carmen squealed and screamed, her facial expressions making a hell of show for the camera.

While Carmen scrambled to rid herself of Linsey's teeth, she kicked with her legs, giving Linsey an opportunity to free her arms. For Carmen the pain was too much and she pitched forward with the soft flesh of her clitoris still trapped in Linsey's teeth. Carmen landed with her hard breasts on Linsey's stomach and her face splashing into the wetness of Linsey's redolent vagina. Linsey took advantage of her free hands to grab hold of Carmen's apple of an ass and renew her grip on the victimized clit with her teeth.

The photograph could almost feel Linsey's teeth on her own clit as she silently rooted for Carmen to regain control even as she continued to click away. But Carmen's body was enveloped in pain so breathtaking she could do nothing but slap Linsey's thighs and beg for mercy.

Linsey took advantage of her weight and strength. Wrapping her thighs around Carmen's head, Linsey held onto her ass and rolled over so their positions were reversed. Above Carmen's turning face was Linsey's ripe vagina, seemingly reaching down to clasp onto the former Baywatch stars face. Linsey's nose and mouth were still lodged between Carmen's bronzed thighs as her teeth gnawed on the brunette's clit.

The photographer didn't know what to do except continue to click away, shot after shot. She captured Linsey's animal power and the pitiful thrashing of Carmen's feet. She also caught the moment when Linsey mashed her gaping vagina down on Carmen's face and Carmen's look of horror as her face disappeared from view beneath Linsey's ass and labia. Linsey ground down, shifting her full hips back and forth and, on occasion, lifting herself up then redepositing herself on Carmen's perfect face. With every gasping breath, Carmen's mouth was filled with Linsey's wetness. Linsey's dangling labia, which had a mind of their own, seemed to be spread over Carmen's entire face. When her labia had spread out, Linsey rolled her hips up and away from the perfect face her lips held like suction cups before releasing in a pucker. Then Linsey slapped them back down onto the gasping Carmen whose dancer's legs were thrashing up and down, a helpless victim of the Goddess.

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No sooner had the power returned to Linsey's piercing eyes then Carmen stole it away the only way she could, by taking advantage of those flapping labia and grasping them with her teeth. Linsey's eyes shifted, her power was draining into helplessness again. She bucked with her big hips trying to pull away from Carmen while releasing her own biting hold. Carmen, aware of Linsey's strength, grabbed hold of her hips and held on for dear life, ensuring that she would not lose contact with the Brit's hanging labia which were now being stretched beyond their limit.

The photographer got it all. Linsey's painful howling, her furrowed brow, the panic in her eyes; Carmen's flashing white teeth, the stretched labia, her neatly manicured nails digging deeply into Linsey's full ass. Linsey's only hope was to return her mouth to Carmen's pussy and much to the excitement of the photographer---(as her wetness would attest to)---the two beautiful women were now chewing competitively on each other's labia to see who could handle more pain. The struggle for control was invigorating to the photographer as she reached for fresh camera after fresh camera while the women now started to roll back and forth over each other in a dance for dominance. The fight for control was intense and the sound of animal gnawing was only interrupted by each woman's occasion painful yelps. Teeth held tight. Nails dug deep. Pain thresholds were tested. They rolled around the floor. Carmen on top, then Linsey, then Carmen, then Linsey. Each woman's hair was becoming matted by the wetness of the other's inner thighs and their asses dimpled by the others' nails.

And then suddenly, when the photographer knew neither woman could go on much longer they both released their teeth and claws from one another and fell side by side, as if it had been choreographed. They lay there holding their own vaginas whimpering and gasping for air. Both tried to regain their sense but had a hard time of it.

Linsey, the animal, the younger of the two, was the first to get control and she pulled Carmen over and crawled on top of her tighter body. Carmen struggled under the stronger woman and she knew what was coming as Linsey shimmied up her body and hung her breasts above Carmen's pleading face. Then with all of her might Linsey dropped her weighty breasts onto Carmen's face and wrapped her arms around the back of her head. Carmen was suffocating under pounds of breast flesh. A helpless victim, as others had previously been.

Carmen's body rocked back and forth, her struggle for oxygen was excruciating while Linsey's enormous breasts caused her face to disappear. Carmen's bronzed thighs kicked and her high heels scraped against the wood floor. Linsey was grunting like a large animal controlling her smaller prey. An evil smile crept upon Linsey's face, one that was so foreign to the photographer it frightened her. The British Goddess was confident in her superior breasts and being aware of the photographer's new position right behind the women, she wanted to give her a shot of her vagina raised high in the air before it came down with a thud on Carmen's shaved treasure. Putting all of her weight on her elbows and her breasts Linsey raised high to give a view of her dripping vagina and then rolled her hips forward and started her rapid decent into victory when once again she was taken back, this time by Carmen's flailing knee jamming deeply into Linsey's pussy.

A devastated Linsey crumpled over Carmen who squirmed to get out from beneath the heavier woman and when she did she did her best to regain her composure. She crawled like a cat behind Linsey and latched onto the Goddess labia with her long nails and pulled back with all of her might. The first pull proved fruitless when her hands slipped from the sopping wet labia. She then grabbed and dug in with her nails while forcing the loose labia into her tight fist. Linsey's eyes popped open in horror and then opened wider when Carmen got to her feet and yanked upward with all of her might. Linsey's nails left a trail in the polished wood, deep scratch marks pleading for escape. But it was no use. The more Linsey clawed at the floor the more Carmen dragged her by her labia, Linsey's ass up in the air, her eyes back in her head, her screaming reaching a crescendo foreign to the photographer's ears.

Carmen dragged Linsey wherever she could. Back and forth around the room. Linsey was certain her labia would rip and begged for mercy. Screaming at the top of her lungs, the Goddess was pleading for release. Carmen refused to give it to her. She had dreamed of this moment of ownership and now she had it.

The photographer had to pause to reload a camera but even when it was done Carmen's vicious hold on Linsey's labia froze her in her tracks. Carmen pulled the British Goddess around the room, her hand lodged between Linsey's large thighs while the Goddess howled.

When Carmen saw the photographer freeze she commanded her to take pictures. "Take this whore's picture now! I want everyone to see what I can do to a woman!"

With that Carmen stretched Linsey's lips even further and pulled up with all of her might, lifting Linsey's hips nearly two feet off of the floor. When Linsey's latest scream pierced the Sunday morning silence Carmen let her drop like a bag of mud on the floor. Linsey wept in pain, her hands were between her thighs protecting her enlarged labia from Carmen's viciousness. It didn't matter. Carmen found a different target and stood above Linsey, raising her foot and resting it in triumph on Linsey's full rump before stunning the photographer and the British Goddess once more by slamming four inches of her stiletto heel into Linsey's ass.

Linsey fell into a frightening silence, her screams were only in her distant dreams now. For the next twenty minutes Carmen strutted for the camera in various poses around Linsey's fallen body. She was enjoying the power of having defeated the most sexual of all contemporary women. For the last set of shots the photograph asked Carmen to pull Linsey by a handful of her hair so that Linsey's face would be level with Carmen's vagina.

Carmen Electra looked magnificent. Her sweat-soaked bronze body was glistening in sweat. The finely defined muscles of her arms and legs were examples of her conditioning. Her firm breast stood proud, her nipples pert. Her nose flared in arrogance as her eyes looked disdainfully down on Linsey's limp body. For her part, Linsey's face looked tortured, even in its slumber. Her lips hung open, as if inviting someone to enter them. Her 37FF breasts stood as best they could, but gravity had its way with them. Her thighs were soaked with her own wetness. Her labia dangled like never before after having been stretched like never before. Her full ass swung slowly back and forth while Carmen posed in front of her kneeling prey, holding her by her hair. It was if she was on safari and she was holding the limp body of a lioness. The photographer called for numerous such poses, but always with Linsey's face near Carmen's ass or her vagina. She wanted the look of total domination.

Carmen's eyes seduced the camera and even the camerawoman who was increasingly in need of release. She continued to look defiantly into the lens, a sense of dominance to her slender body. The photographer was clicking away, focusing more on Carmen's eyes and the mocking sneer of her mouth. So it is no surprise that neither she nor Carmen saw Linsey's fist come barreling up between Carmen's thighs. The thump was grotesque and just as it landed the shutter captured Carmen's stunned face.

All strength left Carmen and she dropped her handful of Linsey's hair, wobbled around on her high heels, her knees buckling, before she dropped to her knees. Both women were on their hands and knees now but both were in different condition. Linsey was coming back around. Carmen was now helpless.

Linsey grabbed the whip from the floor and wrapped it around Carmen's neck. Her superior strength showed when within a minute Carmen was gasping for air while she stretched out on the floor, her fingers prying at the leather. She now knew how Linsey had felt earlier.

After she was weakened, Linsey used the whip to pull Carmen to her feet. She then put her into a side headlock and walked the pigeon-toed actress towards the wall. When they were within a foot Linsey stopped, tightened her grip around Carmen's neck, and then rammed the top of her Carmen's repeatedly into the wall. With each collision Carmen's arms shot up from her side like a windmill. Her legs buckled. Her teeth gnashed. After being rammed into the wall for the fourth time Carmen was out on her feet. Her bent body was held up only by Linsey's powerful headlock. That Carmen was not moving didn't matter to Linsey. The British Goddess was known for her cruelty. Perhaps that is why she continued ramming Carmen's head into the wall another seven or eight times.

When Linsey released her headlock Carmen crumpled to the floor. By now the photographer was stunned and spent at the turn of events and had stopped taking pictures. Carmen wasn't moving. She wouldn't be moving for a while. Linsey left her on the floor and approached the frightened photographer.

"Don't be afraid," Linsey cooed. "I know you're excited. Let me take care of your excitement."

Linsey forced her mouth onto the photographers, her tongue digging deep. Had Linsey not held tightly to the photographer the stunned and aroused woman would have fallen also. Linsey worked her fingers up the photographers skirt and heard the unmistakable lustful moan when her fingers found wetness. Linsey could do to her as she pleased. She worked the photographer with her fingers, devouring her with her mouth and just as the photographer was about to orgasm Linsey stopped fingering her.

The photographer's eyes pleaded for pleasure. Linsey just smiled and pulled the photographer by the arm towards Carmen who was still not moving. She used her foot to kick Carmen onto her back and then the pulled the photographer's panties down and removed them. She forced the photographer down onto Carmen's face and watched as she started to grind down on her. Within moments the photographer was orgasming on Carmen's face while Linsey clicked away with the camera.

Before she left that morning, Linsey made certain to leave her mark on Carmen by whipping her back and ass until her flesh nearly bled. It was only then that Carmen started to move. Linsey, having learned her lesson previously, used one of Carmen's thigh-highs, wrapping it around her head several times to bind her mouth closed. Then she lay on top of the defeated Carmen and smothered her with the breasts so many men dream of. Once again, Carmen was unconscious.

Before she left, Linsey ordered the photographer to gather up all of the film she had taken. She put it in a bag with the intent of getting rid of all of the film. Then she made the photographer leave. Before she herself left, Linsey tied Carmen's tortured body to a chair.

A few hours later when the real Playboy photographer entered the studio he was stunned to see Carmen Electra bound and gagged, tied to the chair, her perfect ass, criss-crossed with whip marks hanging over the edge of the chair and the whip handle buried six inches deep in her ass.

The END!