"Hello.....Oh hi Randy!......What!.......YES, THE BITCH FUCKED ME!!!!!! SHE MADE ME CUM FOR HER THREE FUCKIN TIMES!!!!!!.......STOP THAT! DON'T LAUGH AT ME RANDY!!!!!"
Jenna Jameson got up from her sofa as she heard cackles of laughter from the other end. The Queen of Porn had been laughed at one too many times in the days that followed what Jasmin St. Claire had done to her in the bedroom of her condo several nights earlier.
"WHAT!!!!!......I WORKED HARD ON YOUR COUCH, RANDY!!!!!! FUCKED HARD FOR THAT PART!!!!!........WELL, FUCK YOU! I'M EATING HER PUSSY AND THEN SHE'S CUMING ON MY FACE!!!!!! I'D RATHER HAVE SOME OLD GRANNY'S SEX SMOTHERING ME THAN THAT DISASTER AREA!!!!!!!.....FINE, IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANT IT!!!!"
With that, Jenna threw the cordless phone across the room. It smashed against the wall and shattered into several pieces as she threw herself on the sofa with a disgusted plop. Resting her elbows on her knees, Jenna buried her face in her hands and began to cry. She was ruined as far as she was concerned. She'd been toppled from her lofty perch and was now just another porn starlet among many. To almost anybody else this would seem extreme, but for the porn queen that had been Jenna Jameson it couldn't be anything else.
She had to get the tape back from Jasmin and at the same time avenge what had been, without doubt, her most humiliating moment. But how? Jasmin had no reason to fight Jenna again. She'd achieved everything that from her point of view had to done. But maybe the Porn Gods had been listening to Jenna's prayers because just then there was a soft knock at Jenna's condo door. Answering it, she was surprised to see porn director and ex-husband Brad Armstrong with a camera bag in tow.
"I don't feel like it today, Brad," sighed Jenna." So go take whatever amateur pussy eater or hung like a horse prick guy you're toting and go have them do somebody else."
While she didn't bother to close the door, Jenna strutted away and flopped back down disgustedly in the sofa. Brad leaned on the door frame of the condo he knew so well while he looked at the distressed figure who's chin once more rested in the hands of arms propped on her knees. Brad still cared alot for Jenna, and for her career. Seeing her like this left him with a sour taste. As soon as he'd seen a copy of the Jasmin-Jenna tape a friend of his bought under the counter, he resolved to do something about it. That something, however, needed the once-defiant and confident Jenna Jameson, not the unsure figure he now saw seated before him.
Silence reigned for almost two full minutes before Brad addressed his ex-wife," I want to help you get back at that bitch Jasmin. Dammit Jenna, she humiliated you and now your reputation isn't worth the proverbial hill of beans!"
He walked over and sat beside her then pulled her gently against him.
"You can either become the primo porno star in this town again or fall by the side of the road and let the industry pass so far by you that you'll never get back into it."
Later, Brad decided that his little 'pep talk' must have done something, because Jenna turned her head toward him and the confident, almost arrogant smirk of the "old" and now the "new" Jenna Jameson spread across her face.
"What'd you have in mind?" she asked.
Brad got back up, went to the door and leaned against the door frame on one side," The first part is a no holds barred catfight in your bedroom. And this time it'll be a fair fight since she won't jump you from behind. The second part......well, the second part depends on what you do now and what you do in the fight."
Jenna's eyebrows raised in curiosity as she pondered what Brad meant by that. She didn't like mysteries, especially when her body was the object of it.
"You have to win the first part to get to the second part but if you do well, we've got you a little 'assist' for the second part. Brad stepped aside and said, "Rena!!!!" Brad's "assistant" make her way in and Jenna could hardly believe her eyes. The blond was dressed in a black sleeveless form hugging dress skirt with turtleneck that was cut at the mid-thigh. To top it off, she had black cowboy boots and mirrored aviators glasses. To say that she was ravishing was an understatement and to say that she had a presence that could dominate a room was even a larger understatement. This blonde knockout was former WWF champion "Sable" known these days by her real name, Rena Mero!
She slipped by the starstruck Jenna and sat next to her on the sofa. Leaning back into it and stretching her arms across the back of it, Rena aimed her sunglasses-shielded stare directly into Jenna's eyes. Jenna couldn't move. Jenna had heard Rena had approached several directors about doing a short, hardcore adult film. It had intrigued her when she heard about it. To do 'it' on the screen with this blonde bombshell would be a publicity coup few could equal. Just the thought of the #1 porn slut in the industry getting it on with the unrivaled Internet knockout, each giving the other their best, made Jenna wet.
How long she sat there staring at her Jenna didn't know, but she snapped out of her daze when she detected the unmistakable whir of a camera running. Still staring at Jenna, Rena removed her glasses, set them on the table in front of her, then slowly licked her bottom lip. Afterwards she stuck her tongue out and flicked the tip of it in a way Jenna herself was professionally quite adept at.
"I believe that's for your pussy," Rena said with a lecherous leer.
Jenna at once returned to her old self, the woman she'd been until the incident with Jasmin a days earlier; a confident, self-assured porn star with a dominant ego that told her people wanted to fuck her body exclusively. With a big smile, Jenna stood up and undid her gown, letting it slip slowly off her shoulders. She turned in profile to the camera as she'd done thousands of times before and said to Rena, "Come, show me just how good you are, Rena."
At first, Rena didn't move. It wasn't her nature to obey any woman's dictate, but she was career savvy and she saw a chance to do something a little different. One or two appearances with Jenna was all Rena Mero needed to get her foot in the door.
"I hope you can handle me......little one," Rena smiled.
Rising, Rena whipped off her dress over her head, bent and skinned down her thong, stepped out of it and tossed it toward the camera, then arched her back and reached behind her to release the catch of her bra. Rena's full breasts leapt free of their confinement as she dropped her bra at Jenna's feet.
Standing in her stilettos, Rena posed for the camera, then moved to Jenna and knelt. Her hands moved slowly and softly over Jenna's figure, caressing Jenna's full breasts with one hand while slowly moving the fingertips of the other hand back and forth over Jenna's snatch. It didn't take long for Rena to feel Jenna's body respond. Removing her fingers, Rena sucked her "co-star's" dew from them and then leaned forward.
Jenna took two thick handfuls of Rena's blonde mane and, as a mistress guides her bitch, Jenna pulled Rena's face between her thighs. Jenna felt Rena's tongue enter her pussy and she knew Rena had enslaved herself to her sexual cravings. In mere minutes Jenna was moaning and whimpering as Rena's tongue, well-trained by years of WWF training, whipped and lapped her into a sexual frenzy. Jenna was overcome by a torrent of sexual stimulation that shocked her.
"Fuck, this bitch does pussy well," Jenna thought.
"Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes!" Jenna gritted her teeth and whimpered her surrender as she came on Rena's thrusting pink tongue.
It had happened so fast, and been so powerful, it took all of Jenna's professional restraint to stay in control. She wanted every slut in town to know who the "porno whore" was, but more importantly she had to prove to herself that she was that sexual addict again and could command the situation just as she had before her humiliating defeat by Jasmin.
Taking a tighter grip on Rena's hair. Jenna pulled Rena up onto slightly bent knees. She led Rena, who never offered any resistance, over to the sofa where they had sat together moments before and threw Rena down on it.
"It's my turn now, blondie......My turn to show you how to really take a pussy!" Jenna said in a ice, distant voice.
She strode quickly to her bedroom and returned in seconds carrying the dildo that Jasmin had used to take both her pride and her confidence with such expertise not long ago. Strapping it on, Jenna pushed Rena down on all fours and knelt behind her, winking at Dave who had trouble steadying the camera using only one hand.
At first, Jenna teased Rena with the thick prick, resting her hands on Rena's hips as she slid it between Rena's thighs so the long, solid shaft teased Rena's engorged clit as she slid it back and forth. That her clit was alive with sexual need was dominating Rena's thoughts to the exclusion of all else.
"Bring the camera around, Brad," Jenna directed. "Bring it round so we can see this slut like never before."
Jenna slid the dildo up and pressed the head slightly into Rena's pussy as Brad knelt to get a close-up only a few feet in front of Rena's face. Reaching forward and using two handfuls of blond hair, Jenna gave a sharp pull that snapped Rena's head up so her face looked into the camera just as Jenna slammed her hips forward and drove the dildo deep and hard into Rena's pussy. Rena screamed as Jenna's belly slapped into her butt over and over again as Jenna pounded her pussy with the plastic prick. Jenna had Rena at her cruel mercy and wanted to be sure the fact was captured for eternity as the blond ex-wrestler was completely and utterly taken advantage of.
As Jenna pounded away at her, Rena was caught up in a all encompassing mental struggle. Her mind was filled with the pleasure this youthful blonde bitch was creating in her body and yet she had an overwhelming desire to be in control and not subservient to this porn slut. After all, she was Rena Mero and nobody took Rena Mero this easily. Still, it was happening and the worst part of it was that Rena didn't want it to end!
"I'm going to take you Rena," Jenna chided the panting blonde. "You're going to beg for it over and over again," Jenna hissed in a playful tone.
Jenna gave each thrust the old authority she had rediscovered. Rena this night had completely become Jenna's whore.
"Harder Jenna!.....Oh God! Oh GOD!.......Take my pussy! YESSSSSSSSS!" gasped Rena.
To Rena's sex-drugged mind Jenna found more power in each thrust. Then Jenna found another gear and her thrusts became even faster and more powerful until Rena's whimpers of contentment turned to screams of rapture and pleasure. And they all were captured by Brad's quivering camera.
Jenna leaned forward and whispered something in Rena's ear as she gave her blonde conquest a sharp tug of her hair so she could look at the face of her newest whore. Jenna saw a face and eyes that were defeated. Rena had come to make Jenna her whore, but the overpowering desire in Rena's own pussy had thwarted her plan.
"Cum for me whore!" Jenna cried. "Who're you gonna want to fuck you every damn night Mero?.......WHO!?!"
"JENNA!......JENNA JAMESON!" Rena sobbed as her arms collapsed and she dropped to her elbows with her butt still firmly held in the air by Jenna's powerful hands as her overheated pussy surrendered her divine cum to her new mistress.
Jenna felt Rena's ravishing body weaken in her grasp, only responding to the infrequent and playful thrust by Jenna with a involuntary convulsion and light whimpers as one hand went back between her legs, its fingertips massaging and soothing her tight pussy which still screamed at her brain that it wanted to be taken again and again.
But Jenna had another "duty" for Rena to carry out. Withdrawing the dildo but maintaining her grip on Rena's blonde hair, Jenna pulled the former WWF sex symbol on her hands and knees to the middle of room. There, she hauled Rena up and then pushed her back on her haunches. Stepping close, Jenna ran the tip of the dildo over Rena's quivering bottom lip. To Jenna's warped delight, her "slave's" eyes slowly raised until they met hers.
"Now," Jenna said sternly. "Suck your cum, bitch......Be a good girl for Mistress Jenna and taste that thin glaze of sweet honey nectar you gave to my dildo."
Rena obliged immediately, using her tongue in long licks that ran the full length of the stiff rubber shaft that had, only minutes earlier, taken her so completely and effectively. After a minute or two, Rena wrapped one of her hands tightly around the base of the shaft and began a slow, steady, rhythmic sucking, making sure to deepthroat every inch she could and forcing the rest in that she couldn't swallow. Dave kept the camera running, his eyes sparkling with delight as his new "star" made her porn film debut a smash hit.
Rena had found a drug, or more appropriately a drug had been forced on her. She had reached a level of desire and a need that she had previously thought unattainable. Her drug was hardcore lesbian sex that was nothing like what Stephanie and Lita had done with her. Now, Rena understood as she mouth-sucked the cum from Jenna's dildo that she needed Jenna far more than the youthful blonde whore needed her. Rena wanted Jenna to know that so, like a good slave, she sucked the dildo deliberately, obediently and dutifully each time.
Jenna could feel her domination and see it kneeling before her. She was proud and satisfied at the way she'd taken proud Rena Mero's independence on this night, but more importantly, Jenna had found herself; rediscovered who she was.
When Rena finally finished, she lovingly kissed Jenna's dildo lightly and flicked her tongue over the tip before beginning to stroke it while still kissing it lightly.
Brad was totally shellshocked, as much by Rena's as Jenna's performance. He'd expected Rena would have to coax Jenna and had even believed Rena's arrogant boast that rather than Jenna taking her, she would take Jenna. But he'd learned during their time together that Jenna was something far different than the usual porn star. That personality of a sex hungry bitch she had willingly adopted in her film had become her, body and soul. This had been a performance by a woman confident and self-assured, not the weak bitch he'd seen Jasmin St. Claire humiliate on a video only days before.As Rena continued to work the dildo. Jenna glanced over at her ex-husband and nodded toward the address book on the coffee table.
"Her name's at the top of the J's, Brad."
****
Jasmin St. Claire's ego had gotten the best of her
when Brad phoned with the idea. Every ounce of common sense told
her not to bother with Jenna anymore. She had the tape and in
just a few days had done more damage to Jenna's career, and more
good to her own, with a few viewings by the right people, than
winning awards ever had. But the chance to hurt the cheap blonde
bitch even further, plus get a little afterward and have it all
on tape to boot was just to good an opportunity to pass up.
They had selected a struggling boxing gym. Jasmin arrived to see Jenna's and Brad's cars in front of the gym. Walking inside, she found the locker room empty except for small note taped to a locker. What it said was simple and straightforward.
I CHOSE IT JUST FOR YOU, BITCH! I HOPE YOU WON'T MIND IF YOU WEAR IT ONLY A SHORT TIME!
JENNA
Opening the locker she found a black g-string with hip ties and a matching bra. Jasmin wasted little time as she undressed, slipped on Jenna's "present" and then headed out to the gym. It was dimly lit and dominated by a regulation boxing ring in the middle with a pair of simple folding leg tables on either side. At each table were three metal folding chairs. On the walls were racks with various boxing gear from gloves and head protection to skipping ropes. The only other equipment were a quartet of punching bags hanging from the ceiling on the other side of the ring from the locker rooms.
"I hope you haven't loosened that box of yours too much over the years?"
Jasmin turned around to face the speaker and saw it was Jenna in a pink g-string with a plunge so deep it barely covered the bottom half of Jenna's slim and thin bush. To top it off, Jenna had a plain white cut-off T-shirt that was threadbare and slashed at the sides so severely that her bountiful boobs burst out the sides. It rode up so that the bottom half of her breasts pushed out from beneath the bottom edge of the shirt.
Jasmin stood her ground and planted her hands defiantly on her hips," Worry about your own, bitch! It was flapping in a light breeze even before I got hold of it last time!"
"CUNT!!!!!!!!" Jenna screamed as she leaped at Jasmin who was only a few feet from her.
Jasmin was unprepared for the attack and Jenna bent her double with a textbook spear as Jenna's drove her shoulder into Jasmin's belly and lifted Jasmin off her feet as she hit her. Jasmin shrieked in anguish when Jenna carried her backward and rammed the small of her back into the unpadded edge of the ring.
Jenna stood up and Jasmin's limp body slumped to the floor, her right hand clutching the spot where her back smashed into the ring. Reaching down, Jenna hairhauled Jasmin to her feet with two thick handfuls of her long, black hair. Striking before Jasmin knew what was coming, Jenna spun on her heel and gave her four frightening hairmares that left Jasmin crying and waving her arms frantically in front of her as Jenna had made sure Jasmin's hair was tightly wrapped around her hand before each throw.
"Who's begging now?" Jenna cackled. "Who wishes they were being fucked by Jenna Jameson now!"
Jenna screamed into Jasmin's ear as she pulled her up onto wobbly legs, released one handful of hair and used her free hand to wrap Jasmin's arm in a perfectly executed hammerlock.
Making sure that with each word she cinched the hold a little tighter, Jenna hissed," Thought I could only fight like a little girl!.....I'm going to hurt you bitch and then fuck you so good that what you did to me will seem like scene from some soap opera!"
To put a exclamation mark on it, Jenna lifted Jasmin off the ground by her hammerlocked arm. The pain in Jasmin's shoulder was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Her eyes went wide as saucers and her screams could have scared the dead. Each second her shoulder felt like it was going to pop out of it's socket. Jenna relished it all. This was her revenge and it was all going to be on tape. The more she punished Jasmin, the more it certain it would be that any porno company who wanted her would make sure their sluts gave Jenna anything she wanted......or else.
To Jasmin it seemed to be forever until Jenna lowered her and her toes desperately brushed on the floor. While Jenna still maintained her tightly held handful of Jasmin's mane, she released the hammerlock and let Jasmin drop to her knees. Jasmin's arm dangled limp at her side as her free hand clutched her pain ridden shoulder.
Jenna smiled as she pulled Jasmin up to a standing position again and rolled her under the bottom rope into the ring. Taking her time, Jenna climbed the steps and stepped into the ring. Being the exhibitionist she was, Jenna straddled the middle rope and rubbed her crotch back and forth a half dozen times. She closed her eyes and licked her lips with each long, slow and passionate stroke as she felt the rubber sheathed wire stimulate what was hidden beneath the thin and delicate cloth of her g-string. That was the moment Jenna's world was rocked by the most disturbing and unpleasant pain possible for a woman who made her living with what's between her legs!
In a desperate gamble as she watched Jenna stimulating herself on the ring ropes, Jasmin had lunged, grabbed the rope and yanked it down, then let go and allowed the rope to snap upward straight into Jenna's unprotected pussy. The snap of the thinly padded, heavy wire rope lifted Jenna up onto her toes before she collapsed back into the ring and curled up in a ball with her thighs squeezed together and both hands cupping her pussy between them.
Both women lay there several moments before stirring. But it was Jasmin who pulled herself onto her feet using the ropes. Looking back over her shoulder, Jasmin saw Jenna's hand clutching the rope several feet to her right as the luscious blonde was desperately trying to pull herself up to her knees.
Jasmin pounced immediately, running up behind Jenna., then reaching down to grab her by the ankles just as Jenna's hands closed on the middle rope. Jasmine pulled Jenna's body straight out parallel to the mat. For Jenna it was a frightening sight as her fingers held desperately to the slippery black plastic coated wire. Jenna shook her head wildly, her blond hair flying as she took her turn begging for a quarter as she stared down in horror at the thinly padded ring mat beneath her suspended body.
"Fuck me, Jasmin! Please Jasmin!.........PLEASE!!!!" Jenna howled desperately.
Jenna meant every word and Jasmin knew it, but Jasmin wanted to play a little bit first. Sure, she'd fucked the cheap blonde bitch before, but she hadn't really hurt her enough to satisfy herself the first time.
"Later!......Much later!!!!!!" Jasmin said.
Jasmin gave a sharp, hard tug on Jenna's ankles and Jenna's hands slipped off the top rope. She saw the ring come racing up toward her soft, full orbs in abject fear. Her breasts slammed into the mat before Jeanna could get her hands down and she felt sharp tentacles of pain overwhelm them. As soon as Jasmin let go of her ankles, Jenna scrambled onto her knees and "protected" her divine bosom, crossing her arms over them as she scampered to the corner on her knees where she began to pull herself up again.
But Jasmin didn't give her a break. She knew Jenna hadn't fought much before (if ever) and fear would overcome her easily. Already she'd seen it in Jenna's eyes and heard it in her voice with her plea for mercy only minutes ago. Jasmin was enjoying this scene in front of her.
Walking over behind Jenna who was standing in the corner facing out of the ring with one arm crossed over her chest and the other draped weakly over the top rope. Jasmin spun Jenna around and drove a trio of hard, rapid fists to her kidneys. With each punch, Jenna nearly bent over double as her ass shot back and her feet came off the mat. For her coup de grace, Jasmin stepped back and drove a surgically precise thrust kick right to Jenna' s throat.
Jenna's mind was awash in desperation as she fell to her knees gagging. She raised both hands to her throat as she struggled in vain to breathe. She couldn't lose to this bitch and be forced to be her slave again - not again!. The cost would be to high as her career would practically be unsavable at that point.
But all hope wasn't lost at that moment. Jenna felt her blonde hair strain in her scalp and Jasmin jerked her up and began to spin her around until her feet lifted off the mat and her body was almost straight out in the air. Around and around Jasmin spun with Jenna's screams reaching new levels of volume and abject terror until after six full 360 degree spins, Jasmin let go and launched Jenna's body through the air across the ring.
Jenna slammed to the mat on her chest, bounced once and rolled to a stop flat on her back. She sat up halfway, put her arms across her chest and then collapsed back onto the mat. Jenna's blonde hair was a frightful mess that hung down covering her face which was streaked with tears after several minutes of sobbing and that almost completely muffled her sobs.
As Jenna lay there she considered begging Rena to help her. But the fact remained that if she were going to regain the prominence she once had, Jenna had to beat her Virgin Islands rival by herself and they both knew it. Jenna was suddenly snapped back to the frightful present when her hair was grabbed and, with a sharp pull, used to haul her to her feet.
"I still wanna play some more, Jenna......Don't you?" purred Jasmin with a voice soft but so cold and threatening that Jenna quickly began to consider submitting to save herself further agony.
"Fuck y...!!!" Jenna's answer was cut off as Jasmin used her hair to fling her, chest first, into the nearest corner. Jenna slammed into the turnbuckle and sagged in the corner with her head and arms draped over the top rope. Jasmin walked over with a smile so wide and content that one might consider it arrogant. And who could have given her reason not to be. Except for the brief moment at the beginning, this "fight" had been pretty much a slow massacre in which Jasmin wanted to punish Jenna to within an inch of her life. Maybe then Jenna would admit that Jasmin was the new 'Queen of Porn' and Jenna nothing more than one of the multitude of blonde fillers used when extra tits and pussy were needed in a supporting role.
Jenna's body slid down until she was sitting on the bottom turnbuckle with her arms hanging over the middle ropes and her legs spread wide apart and sticking straight out. Looking down into Jenna's glassy eyes, Jasmin decided it was time to take her rival's assets through some pleasure and pain. Removing the top of her bathing suit on the way over, Jasmin pulled Jenna up in the most defenseless of positions.
Hooking her legs over the middle rope and using her bra Jasmin tied Jenna's wrists to the top rope. Jasmin used the fingernail of her index finger to lift Jenna's listless head until her brown eyes met Jenna's with a deep and violating leer. Jasmin was going to take Jenna again, just as easily as she had before. All she had to do was to bind Jenna's free arm and she'd be helpless.
"What to use?.......What are you wearing I can borrow?" Jasmin said as her fingetips moved slowly over Jenna's ravishing body.
They circled Jenna's visible nipples then fluttered to her stomach and ran over the smooth heaving round belly to Jenna's bottom. Jasmin hooked her index fingers underneath the ties that had begun the match high on Jenna's hips but now rode low down, almost to the top of her thighs.
"You don't mind?" Jasmin giggled. Then, "Didn't think so!" when Jenna didn't answer.
Instead of untying the knots, however, Jasmin pulled up, causing the thin material to wedge deep into Jenna's unprotected pussy. Jenna's screams reached a blood curdling decibel as Jasmin sawed material back and forth in a possession that had already been assaulted and violated earlier. Jenna realized she had to buy herself time......to find some way to get Jasmin away from her until she could collect her thoughts and figure a way out of her predicament.
Jasmin had to lean close to get the proper leverage on the wedgie she was causing and Jenna's screams and crying told her was wreaking havoc on Jenna's most valuable natural asset. Jenna's screams drove her on, they were almost as good as the sex she had given the blonde before. Jenna could smell the scent of Jasmin's excited pussy as it oozed at the stimulation caused by another slut suffering. What Jasmin didn't see, or even feel till it was to late, was Jenna's free hand slip under her thong and over her bush.
"AIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" screamed Jasmin.
Her hands left Jenna's g-string and clutched at her thong-covered mound. Backing away several steps with her thighs tight together, Jasmin retreated halfway down the ropes that bound Jenna's left arm before she slowly went to her knees with her head bowed. This was the opening Jenna needed. She had to act fast and she knew it.
Hastily freeing her arm, Jenna untangled her legs from the ropes and stood up, closing in on Jasmin who was still on her knees clutching her clawed mound. Hauling Jasmin to her feet by two thick handfuls of hair. Jenna began with another series of hair mares using Jasmin's hair wrapped around her hands just as she had earlier. Jasmin screamed and flailed her arms wildly as she was launched over Jenna's shoulder and landed hard on her back only to be hauled up again and the entire process repeated. When she had Jasmin dazed and disoriented, Jenna let go of Jasmin's hair and stepped back, leaning on the ropes as she watched Jasmin roll over and struggle to all fours with her long, black hair hanging in total disarray.
Using the spring off the ropes, Jenna charged toward Jasmin who was still dazed and completely unprepared when Jenna landed a kick to her belly with some power behind it. Jenna's foot sank deep into Jasmin's stomach and lifted her off the mat, flipping her over in the air to land on her back. Jasmin's hands grabbed her stomach and her eyes closed as she coughed and tried desperately to breathe in even the slightest amount of oxygen.
Quickly following up, Jenna went back to the ropes and sprung off, jumping into the air and landing with a brutal double knee drop on Jasmin's stomach in the same spot where her previous kick had landed. The effect was immediate, Jasmin lost whatever oxygen she had gained when Jenna knocked the breath out of her. Jenna's next move was to haul Jasmin to her feet and push her roughly back into the same corner where Jasmin had trapped her moments before.
Jenna worked on Jasmin's stomach some more, driving a series of sharp swift kicks into Jasmin's stomach and following those with a trio of hard punches into her kidneys. Then Jenna stepped back to admire her work. Jasmin sat with her butt on the middle turnbuckle, her arms extended to either side were straining to hold her up as they were draped over the top rope. Jasmin's head hung down, her hair a frightfully disorganized mess that covered most of her face but couldn't hide her glassy eyes or gaping mouth as she tried to catch her breath.
Jenna felt very proud of herself for regaining the advantage and the way she'd put this bitch on the defensive. She sensed victory was now possible. Winning meant a salvaged career as well as reaffirmation that she was the number one bitch in the porn industry. That was all that Jenna wanted.
While Jenna congratulated herself, Jasmin on the other hand struggled just to hold herself upright. The last few minutes had been a shock for Jasmin. So much so that she'd been unable to gather herself while Jenna had run her through a gauntlet that had been effective to say the least. Jasmin had believed this bitch Jenna was all tits and pussy, some fluff that after a sharp effective attack could be dealt with handily due to her limited wrestling training. Jasmine knew she couldn't ride cock or eat pussy forever and a solid thrashing of Jenna would show every wrestling promoter she could fight as well as fuck. Now that possibility seemed a little far away.
"This is for the bedroom with interest," Jasmin heard Jenna say has her left hand clamped onto Jasmin's neck in a choke."Keep them nice and wide, bitch!" Jenna chided with a wide and satisfied grin.
Jasmin realized too late what she mean as Jenna's right fist plowed into her pussy with such force that Jasmin was lifted up onto her toes. Jasmin's scream was muffled by Jenna's choke which remained firmly planted on her neck. But Jenna wasn't stopping with one punch that numbed Jasmin's pussy although, if not for Jenna holding her up it would have put her on the mat permanently.
Leaning forward with the choke still in place, Jenna yanked Jasmin's head back unceremoniously with handful of hair and slowly brought the point of her knee up between Jasmin's thighs where it nestled threateningly onto Jasmin's pubic mound.
"Thought I'd go away, Jasmin?" Jenna sneered. "Thought I'd leave town and walk the Vegas strip to make a few bucks a night........NOT!!!!!!!"
Jenna leaned forward and whispered in Jasmin's ear," Nobody takes Jenna Jameson's pussy unless Jenna gives it up and gets well paid for it, bitch! But Jenna gets any pussy or any cock when she wants........AND JENNA WANTS YOURS!"
Before Jasmin could think of escape, Jenna crushed her sex with two quick, hard and devastating knee lifts. At that moment, thoughts of surrender first crossed Jasmin's mind while Jenna stepped aside, released her choke and let Jasmin St. Claire's battered body crumple slowly to the mat with her thighs clenched and her right hand wedged between her legs as her left hand massaged her throat. Jasmin lay on the mat as she coughed violently and air slowly filling her burning lungs.
Jenna saw victory was just one more move away and decided it was time. Lifting Jasmin back up on her wobbly legs, Jenna slammed Jasmin back into the corner and moved in. To daze the Virgin Island native momentarily, Jenna landed a trio of solid open handed chops to Jasmin's throat, then she set herself to whip Jasmin clear across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle.
Jasmin too knew Jenna was about to win unless she made some kind of move to stop her. If Jenna were allowed to act as freely as she had been, then her assets were far from safe. Just as she'd been taught at wrestling school, Jasmin reversed Jenna's whip and sent Jenna crashing into the far turnbuckle. Jenna's body hit with back first knocking the breath out of her. As the blonde bombshell stumbled out of the corner with her mouth gasping for air, she walked right into a frightful thrust kick that found its mark in her throat.
Now Jasmin had the advantage back and she wasted no time. Hauling Jenna to her feet, she picked Jenna up and dropped her stomach first over her outstretched knee. She pulled her up and pushed Jenna back to the corner where she mercilessly drove in kick after kick till Jenna dropped sitting in the corner on the ring on the mat. Jenna's head fell back and eyes glassed over as her hands, which had been holding the top rope, dropped lazily outside the ring as they hung limp over the bottom rope. It was then that Jasmin stopped kicking and stood between Jenna's legs. Jasmin slowly pulled off her thong, leaving herself completely naked, a state most pornstars feel delightfully comfortable. Bending over at the waist, Jasmin shook her finger in the face of the vulnerable blonde at her feet.
"You wanted my pussy, Jenna?.......OK, get ready cause you're going to get it........NICE AND CLOSE!!!!"
Jasmin jogged across to the other corner and charged at the unmoving blonde across the ring from her. When she neared Jenna, she launched herself in the air with her thighs spread wide to give Jenna a, "face full of stuff." When she landed, Jenna's feet flew up in the air as her head and shoulders were bent grotesquely back over the bottom rope. Jasmin rode the broncobuster with passion as she mashed and smothered Jenna's face in her pussy just as the blonde bitch would have wanted it.......In her face as Jenna had said she wanted it.
Soon Jasmin's mind was clouded with sexual passion. She could feel her aroused pussy being stimulated as she aggressively pounded her mound down onto Jenna's red, up-turned face. She could hear Jenna's muffled pleas for mercy and feel her body's futile struggles - it just drove her to want to smother Jenna that much more.
"I'm gonna cum, bitch!......Yes! Yes!.......Oh yes!" screamed Jasmin.
She let the world and Jenna know just how close she was - to her victory and her orgasm. Jenna lay limp and unmoving beneath Jasmin with her dignity and her porn career both close to being taken again - only this time permanently! Taken from her by Jasmin St. Claire.
"Fuck yes! Oh God!........YES!!!!!!!!!"
Jasmin 's body stiffened and the aggressive smother from the broncobuster that covered Jenna's visage stopped a moment as her pussy washed Jenna's face with a thin glaze of sexual honey, but she soon began again only this time in a slow manner as a smile covered Jasmin's face when she realized her main rival had been destroyed effectively and permanently.
"Honor me Jameson.......Honor what you wanted to honor in your bed........Honor my pussy."
Jasmin said it in a whimsical and detached voice, relishing her complete, total victory. But something changed as Jenna's arms came up and wrapped around Jasmin's thigh's. Jasmin's body went rigid again and her eyes bugged out as a wild scream of suffering filled every corner of the abandoned gym while her hands tried to push herself off of Jenna's face.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!.......MY PUSSY!!!!!!!! LET GO, JENNA!!!!!! LET GO!!!!!!!........NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Shrieked Jasmin's panicked voice. "MY PUSSY!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! MY PUSSY!!!!!!!!!.........NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
Only the closest observers noticed Jenna's hidden face was thrashing wildly back and forth. What they couldn't see but what Jasmin was all to aware of was that Jenna had a mouthful of clit and was chewing and biting on it with all her remaining strength. At that point, Jasmin finally managed to push herself way and she tumbled unceremoniously onto her back with her thighs apart and feet resting on the middle rope. Jasmin's face was streaked with tears and she cried aloud in pain and self-pity as her hands massaged a once pleasure-bound but now pain-ridden sexual treasure.
"My pussy......My pussy........Oh God!" Jasmin's voice was weak and her mind solely concerned with her livelihood.
Several minutes passed before either woman moved, and this time Jenna was the first to pull herself to herself to her feet. She rested for a few more seconds leaning against the turnbuckle before a criminal grin finally twisted the corners of her pouty lips.
Hair-hauling Jasmin to her feet, Jenna put her in the corner and set her up just as Jasmin had done to her earlier with her thighs open and her legs draped over the middle rope. Jenna retrieved Jasmin's discarded thong and her top and used them to securely bind Jasmin's wrists to the ropes on either side. But Jenna still had one more thing to do. Stepping out of the ring and onto the apron she pulled Jasmin's head back using her thick black hair, then tied her hair to the ring post.
"Now to take you, Jasmin St. Claire," sighed Jenna, whispering in Jasmin's ear with no attempt to hide the sadistic pleasure and vile glee at what she was about to do.
"I wanted you on my terms Jasmin and now I'm gonna take from you what you couldn't take from me.......pride and career! You wanna know why? Because I want to and I can, that's why, bitch!"
What Jenna was filmed doing after that would become the talk of every porn video company on the globe. Stepping back through the ropes, Jenna slowly pulled her top off and slipped out of her g-string to reveal her intensely erotic, naturally blonde 34D-23-33 figure. Walking up to Jasmin, Jenna knelt between her legs and began to stimulate her pussy by slowly rubbing her middle and index fingers over her pussy using an occasional increase in speed or pressure to push Jasmin to a place she didn't want to go to. Certainly, not if Jenna was the one taking her.
"You look so natural strung up this way, Jasmin," Jenna chuckled. "Like you belong there for me and every other pussy hungry slut in town. Like you actually want to be taken this way every night, in this ring with everybody's tongue deep in your box."
With a snarling leer, Jenna reached out and pulled Jasmin's pussy lips wide apart with both hands, then pushed her tongue deep inside as Jasmin's hips bucked and twisted in mute protest. Probing with her tongue as she lapped or thrusting it in and outlike a man's stiff prick over and over, Jenna worked Jasmin like the consummate pro she was before returning to lave the inside and use the tip of her tongue to whip and lash the sensitive tip of Jasmin's clit like a whip.
For Jasmin it was the ultimate terror; being taken against her will by her hated rival while tied so securely that all she could do was moan and groan as she was forced to obey the one who was interested in her and her body. Her own body was the one person she couldn't fight against, that she couldn't vanquish, that frightened her and fed her innermost fears. Jasmin couldn't surrender, yet she had to! She had to let her emotions and her body take what Jenna was giving her - expertly. The pleasure of incredible, irresistible force.
"Yes! Eat me, take me Jenna!.......Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" screamed Jasmin as an incredible aura of pleasure washed over her that was far, far better than anything anybody else had ever given her with their pussy or their cock before.
"My pussy needs you Jenna!......Oh yes!"
Jasmin couldn't fight it any longer nor did she want to. Jenna's dominance seemed natural in some convoluted way to Jasmin. Deep inside her, Jasmin gave herself to Jenna on Jenna's terms with a orgasm she'd never felt possible before. Jenna held her mouth wide open and let Jasmin fill her mouth with her cum . When she was done, Jenna got up and climbed to the second rope where she leaned down over Jasmin's face. Still keeping her mouth closed, Jenna forced Jasmin to open her mouth as she put her lips on Jasmin's, then opened her mouth and gave fill Jasmin's mouth with her own cum. Then Jenna firmly clamped Jasmin's mouth shut and just stood there.
"Swallow, bitch!" Jenna ordered in a voice that was so sharp and demanding it seemed almost arrogant.
Jasmin surprised Jenna, she obliged immediately; because she didn't have much of a choice and because Jenna's threatening grip on a handful of her bush helped make the decision. After swallowing, Jenna dragged her fingernails down the side of Jasmin's face and stopped with her fingertips under Jasmin's chin.
"That's a good girl, and oh so loyal.....You wouldn't mind cleaning your cum out of my mouth?"
Jenna opened her mouth wide and brought her open mouth to Jasmin's as she tightened her hold on Jasmin's bush to indicate her obedience was required. Jasmin began immediately; her tongue swirling deep and taking long slow laps of the inside of Jenna's mouth to get all her precious cum. Jenna enjoyed it all, reveling in thoughts of Jasmin cleaning her own cum out of her mouth. It seemed so proper, so right. After all, didn't Jenna Jameson deserve to have whatever she asked for.
This went on for several minutes until Jenna pulled back and released her hold on Jasmin's bush.
Keeping her mouth close to Jasmin's, Jenna ran her tongue over Jasmin's lips as she whispered in a soft voice,"My now turn now."
Jasmin obliged quickly, opening her mouth and immediately feeling Jenna's tongue probe deep in her mouth and clean the inside of her cheeks of her cum. They were long slow laps of the tongue that left Jasmin with little doubt that Jenna had done this before. Only then did Jasmin see the full potential and quality Jenna had. Only then did Jasmin start to understand how this blonde had made every whore in porno more than a mere servant or secondary figure. Jenna made them want her in every way. Jenna made them want her control.......Jenna made them want her body........Jenna made them want her sex..........Jenna made them want...Jenna Jameson!
It took Jenna less time than Jasmin had needed to finish. Once done, Jenna climbed onto the second rope and rested her firm breasts on Jasmin's face. Holding Jasmin's face with her hands over both ears, Jenna began to grind her 34D's on Jasmin's face making sure Jasmin's eyes were never covered. Jenna wanted to look at Jasmin and she wanted to see the cheap slut panic when she couldn't breathe and slipped away beneath her. But first, Jasmin was going to be a good girl and apologize to the pair she had violated in their last encounter.
"Make my puppies happy, Jasmin.......Make them forgive you."
And again Jasmin obliged. Her mouth opening and her tongue obediently searching out Jenna nipples. She found them and began to desperately pleasure them as the still tight seal wouldn't permit her to breathe. She went at Jenna's tits better than she had any woman's before.
For Jenna it was incredible - her breasts swelled and burned with the incredible stimulation," Fuck yes! You're so fuckin' good, Jasmin!"
Jenna leaned forward and guided her right breast to Jasmin's mouth. Jasmin didn't need any prompting or instruction.
"Lick and kiss them, Jasmin........Be a good girl and fuck my titties, Jasmin."
Jasmin obliged immediately. In no time, Jenna's breast rocked with incredible ecstasy at a level she'd never thought reachable. She held her tit in place, occasionally pushing it down harder on Jasmin's lips to which Jasmin replied by sucking even hard and flicking her tongue over Jenna's hardened nipple.
"Such a good little bitch!......Yes! Yes! Oh yes!.........UHHHHHHH!!!!!!.......F-F-F-F-F-U-C-K!!!!!"
Jasmin moaned uncontrollably and gritted her teeth between the few heavy breaths she got. But Jenna didn't want to cum yet. Stepping off the second rope she leaned next to Jasmin's ear while her hand slowly but passionately rubbed Jasmin's crotch.
"I got somebody else here, Jasmin.......Another bitch who wants to take your body and have you take hers."
She stepped back and moved to the ropes, leaned over them and called," Rena!.....Rena darling!"
That was when Rena Mero emerged from the dark corner of the under lit gym without a stitch of clothing and barefoot. She was carrying a leather pouch. Climbing into the ring, Rena made her way to Jenna who had moved to the middle of the ring.
"Show the world how you honor Jenna Jameson, Rena."
Taking a handful of hair, Jenna forced Rena to her knees, then closed her eyes, tilted back her head and smiled as Rena's warm breath on her mound was followed by almost a half minute or so of Rena flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly on Jenna's moistened clit. Jenna began to whimper as she pulled Rena's face tighter to her pussy.
"Such a good bitch! That's it cunt, honor me!" Jenna moaned. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!"
Jenna's pussy burned with stimulation as it never had before. She desperately wanted not to cum for Rena, she wanted to make sure Jasmin got a good taste of her. But Rena's tongue was hitting all the right spots as it glazed the surface of her pussy lightly but expertly, or was stiffened and jammed into her like a cock in her pussy.
"Oh God! Oh my God!.........YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!"
Jenna legs went rubbery and she leaned forward, leaning slightly on Rena who, smothered in her sex just as for the second time, took Jenna's pussy on a incredible sexual high. For a moment or so they remained in place, the only sound was Rena's tongue obediently and happily lapping up Jenna's cum. After a minute or so, Jenna straightened up and dragged Rena by the hair on her knees over to Jasmin. Leaning on Jasmin and putting her lips to her ear, Jenna whispered a warning.
"Rena's gonna take your sex, bitch......Make you wish for my dildo a lot sooner than you'll get it."
She then stepped back and Jasmin felt Rena's hand massage her pussy then stop at her bush and grab a thick handful of it.
Jasmin could only beg and pray as she heard Rena from her knees in front of her look up and say, "This needs to be thinned out a little.....You wouldn't mind, would you Jasmin?"
Jenna stood several feet away with her arms crossed over her chest and a wide satisfied grin covering her face as Jasmin squirmed and pleaded for her bush.
"NO! Don't do it!!!!! Please don't!!!!!! Plea-!!!!!!!.........Noooooooooo!!!!!!!"
Jasmin's groin exploded in searing pain as a handful of her patch was ripped out by the roots.
"Oh God!!!!!!!! Oh my G-!!!!!!!.........Aieeeeeeee!!!!!!!"
Jasmin mound was violated again as Rena thinned her bush some more with a bigger handful. What followed was almost five minutes of blood curdling screams that soon mixed with crying as Jasmin felt her dignity being removed savagely from inside her along with her thick pelt of black hair.
"Please stop!.....Please!" Jasmin gasped between wails of pain.
But Jenna still had a few more minutes of fun planned for Jasmin. Once she had pruned Jasmin of every last pubic hair, Rena leaned forward and began to partake in the treasure she had so blissfully violated. Her tongue probing deep into Jasmin's sex with the same precision Jenna had enjoyed. First she had hurt the bitch.....Now she was gonna eat the bitch.
For Jasmin, it was a wild turn of emotions. Formerly a sobbing figure with her body racked by pain and humiliation at having been violated so freely and effortlessly; now being filled with pleasure as Rena gave her pussy the wildest and most pleasurable ride ever. Jasmin could feel her sex fill with stimulation and ecstasy as Rena controlled her tonguing frequency and positioning with more precision than most porno starlets could hope to have.
"Jesus!!!! Oh Jesus!!!!! Taste me Rena!!!!! Fuckin' taste me!!!!!!" begged Jasmin in the throes of wild uncontrollable passion.
Then out of the corner of her eye, Jasmin saw Jenna approach and climb the turnbuckle. Standing on the middle turnbuckle she leaned down again with a leer.
"You're almost done, slut......but Jenna needs to feel you and then hear you thank her for fucking you," Jenna said in as cold and satisfied a voice as Jasmin had ever heard.
Swinging her legs so that they were outside the ring ropes, Jenna put her feet on the second turnbuckle. She grabbed a handful of Jasmin's hair on each side of her head and settled her pussy down on Jasmin's red face.
"Now, say thank you!"
Jasmin didn't have a choice. With Rena's tongue expertly bringing her pussy alive and with the sight and scent of one of the most incredible pussies inches from her, Jasmin had to do what Jenna demanded. As she felt her tongue slip lightly over the surface of Jenna's sex, Jasmin at last understood her role and her place in relation to the blonde bombshell that was smothering her face. Jasmin felt the need to say thank you to the bitch who had taken her so effectively and so efficiently. For when all was said and done, Jasmin St. Claire and Jenna Jameson were sluts first and ladies second.
For Jenna, her pussy was rocked by boundless ecstasy as Jasmin's tongue took her on a ride that made that first time seem like child's play. Jenna could sense Jasmin's surrender and acceptance of her will by the unmatched pussy eating she was getting.
"That's it, lick me, bitch! Lick the number one pussy!"
Jenna was so taken with sexual pleasure, she leaned forward to begin a slow and aggressive grind on Jasmin's face, rubbing her rapidly dampening pussy up and down over Jasmin's visage. This is just what Jenna had wanted all along, to beat Jasmin St. Claire and then make Jasmin her sexual bitch.
"Show every bitch what to do for me, Jasmin!........Show them how to obey me!.......Yes! Yes God!......Oh yes!"
Jasmin eagerly took Jenna's sweet sexual honey as she began to lap up what she'd only tasted on her fingers before. She felt her sex rock with incredible pleasure. She couldn't say anything or beg for Rena to taste what she had worked so hard to receive. She could only hope Rena knew what she should do.
The next few minutes were an incredible sight as Jenna cooed and whimpered lightly through a wide and gleeful grin as Jasmin obediently licked up every drop of cum her tongue could find while Rena's tongue probed deep into Jasmin's sex to seek what she had only wanted before, but that she now desperately needed.
Once she was done, Rena stood up and helped Jenna down from the ropes. They removed the binding from Jasmin's wrists and untied her hair. Completely exhausted, Jasmin toppled forward with both hands between her tightly clenched thighs as she massaged her pussy which still throbbed with pain but had been taken and dominated by the blonde duo who stood in domination over her kneeling form. Even if Jasmin wanted to crawl away, she was too weak. All she could do was lay there and not bother to suppress the part of her mind and soul that wished they weren't done with her. She wouldn't be disappointed.
When Jenna nodded to the leather pouch that Rena had put down several feet away, Rena quickly retrieved it and handed it to Jenna. Smiling without shame or guilt, Jenna moved to the corner where Jasmin had been secured and now knelt. Reaching into the pouch, Jenna took out the same strap-on dildo Jasmin had used on her. Looking at Jasmin's crotch, Jenna secured the strap-on to the base of the ring post behind her.
Standing up, Jenna and Rena each grabbed Jasmin by an ankle and dragged her on her stomach to the corner, slid her underneath the ropes and guided her legs around the unforgiving ring post until the tip of the dildo was just slightly penetrating her prize pussy.
Jasmin felt it immediately and voiced a loud protest, her voice quivering as it reached a level that to her was unheard of or even thought unattainable.
With a hard pull on the ankles they each held, Rena and Jenna watched with delight as the dildo was driven straight and true to the hilt, deep into Jasmin's womanhood. Jasmin's body was wracked with pain as the unforgiving and unmoving steel ring post crushed her impaled pussy. The end result was the sight of an unmoving Jasmin, laying with her hands underneath her tightly clutching her pussy while she sobbed silently. Her disheveled mane hiding her tear-stained face.
But Jasmin's self-pity was disturbed when she felt someone straddle her back and grab a thick handful of hair at the roots then haul her head up and pull it back roughly. Jasmin felt Jenna's breath before she saw the nondescript VHS tape Jenna was holding in front of her.
Jenna spoke in a voice so cold and threatening that Jasmin would never forget it," Remember what I did to you, bitch!........I hurt you and fucked you on my terms and I have the proof!.......Remember that! Remember it well, bitch!"
Slamming Jasmin's head back to the mat in disgust, Jenna stood up and made a mental note to make a copy or two or maybe three of the recording she held. She definitely wanted one for her personal collection......and one to send to Jasmin's for her Xmas gift but she thought she'd make a third to show to various porn distribution houses. This tape would re-establish who was the premiere porno bombshell in no time. Namely, Jenna Jameson.
As they walked out of the gym arm in arm, Rena snuggled up against Jenna and whispered, "Have you heard of that Pornstar Fight Club Charmaine Sinclair's running? You'd be perfect for that!"
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