Three hundred years ago the English dramatist William Congreve hit the nail on the head when he wrote, "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
Congreve's words were a perfect fit for every woman who has loved and lost. The loss of a heart can be put into words, but when a woman has been humiliated, there's no words to show the depth of the pain. That is pure hellfire itself; a raging, unfettered torment.
If that woman happens to be a goddess who carries herself like a goddess, speaks like a goddess and commands and demands respect like a goddess, you can multiply the fires in hell tenfold and it still won't serve justice. Such were the flames of hatred fanned in the thoughts every waking hour by Linsey Dawn McKenzie as she relived the humiliation suffered at the hands of Rose McGowan. The Hollywood B-level actress had caught her in the throws of desire and planted her size 6 foot in Linsey's engorged labia. The goddess never recovered from the kick and was subsequently trashed and humiliated in front of the male model she and Rose were fighting over.
But before Rose had landed that debilitating kick she had served as a punching bag for Linsey who had had her way with the buxom young actress. It wasn't until Linsey became overly excited and started to orgasm that she dropped her guard. That was when Rose had dropped the goddess. It was the only time in her life that Linsey had ever lost out on a man or been humiliated in any way.
After the fight, she was discovered the next morning by a maid she had treated poorly the day before. Instead of untying her, the maid, a forty-five-year-old blonde from the wrong side of the tracks, made the young British goddess beg for forgiveness before she untied her; and she only did that after Linsey agreed to give up the diamond necklace she'd worn the night before. The bribe had been necessary to secure her release and keep the maid from taking her photograph with a Polaroid camera she kept in her cleaning cart.
Linsey left Los Angeles that same evening after she canceled several photo shoots at luxurious locations. She flew back to London to hide away and let her bruises clear. Her physical wounds healed quickly, but the mental wounds festered and became infected with a hatred so pure it would tarnish Satan himself. Linsey had only one goal in mind - to get her hands on Rose McGowan. When she did, she didn't want it to be in front of some man they were fighting over; that wasn't good enough. Linsey wanted to get Rose in front of an entire audience.
While she was soaking in hatred, Linsey did her best to occupy her days traveling around Europe. The 22-year-old British goddess tried her best to think of other things, but she was filled with hatred and thoughts of revenge. Her hatred spilled out of her at the drop of a pin. Linsey had always acted entitled, in ways reserved usually for those with royal blood. But after her run in with Rose it became even worse.
During her travels in Europe she got into a fight with a woman in the ladies room of a bar. The fight didn't last long; Linsey bolted the two of them in the ladies room and punished the woman with slaps, punches, kicks and scratches until her foe begged for mercy. But Linsey didn't listen. Instead, she nearly drowned her victim; forcing her onto her knees with her face in the toilet.
When the other patrons finally broke in, they found Linsey's victim tied to the toilet, her hands tied behind her, around the plumbing in back and her breasts scratched beyond belief dangling in front of her. The woman was unconscious, the victim of a breast smother by Linsey's massive, natural 37FF breasts.
Linsey also was challenged to fight over a man while in Italy. This time it was British model and actress Elizabeth Hurley who thought her lover, Hugh Grant, was paying much too much attention to young Linsey. Liz faired no better than had Linsey's last foe. She was so overwhelmed by the younger woman's rage, that she was begging for mercy on her hands and knees with tears streaming down her beautiful face in minutes.
It didn't matter. Linsey punished Liz by pummeling her face with first her fists and then breasts. She lay on top of Liz and had Hugh take her from behind; forcing Liz to feel his balls slap against her sore pussy while he entered, and ultimately came inside, the grinning Linsey.
On her way back to England, Linsey stopped in France at the Cannes Film Festival. She was a woman possessed with rage, but even in her current state she couldn't miss Cannes. When she got there, she was deluged with invitations to every party and she made the rounds of the best and most exclusive events. Many women avoided Linsey, they could sense the animal inside her stirring. This was visible to most, and made her even more intimidating than her usual forbidding self.
Linsey was invited to many parties but she was picky about which she would attend. She was a queen in Europe and could be picky. It was one of her prerequisites that she review the guest list before making up her mind whether or not to attend. Even then, after she agreed, she sometimes didn't show; leaving her hosts disappointed. Even with her queenly arrogance Linsey Dawn McKenzie was a coup at any party. It was like having Sophia Loren in an earlier era. Or more fittingly, and recently, like having Princess Diana. With so much more sexuality pumping from her with every breath, Linsey raised the social level of any party she attended and many other celebrities would come, hoping for a chance to meet the 22-year-old goddess they'd heard so much about.
When Linsey was looking through one night's set of invitations she saw something that made her wild. Rose McGowan was in town doing publicity for a cheap summer movie she'd made. She would be at one particular party. Linsey called the hosts and asked if it were true Rose would really be there. (She could feel her heart beating rapidly.) Yes, they said, she'd be there. But if Linsey was going, if she didn't feel comfortable with having someone like Rose at the party, they'd arranged to have Rose banned. Linsey assured them it wouldn't be necessary and informed the hosts of her intentions. They were taken aback, but also excited by what Linsey told them.
For her part, Rose had steered clear of fights since her set-to with Linsey. She'd never been so frightened by a woman as she had been that night she faced Linsey. Not only had Linsey beaten her as she had never been beaten, but Linsey's sexuality had made her feel not like a woman, but like a little girl. Rose had never felt that way before - or since. Since she'd been a little girl Rose had known how to use sex to get her way. A lifetime of experience made her feel gifted and that men were always pleased by her. And yet, on that night, Rose saw Linsey in the throws of sexual ecstasy and it frightened her. She'd never met anyone like Linsey Dawn McKenzie and finally she understood why so many men, and even women, were turned on by the 22-year-old Brit. Rose hoped she'd never see Linsey again. She hadn't felt as confident in herself since that meeting.
Linsey met with the hosts of the party that afternoon. It was an Italian film company and Linsey spent a few hours alone with the CEO making sure he came around to her way of thinking. It didn't matter that the CEO, a man of great success and in great shape in his forties, couldn't walk for nearly an hour after Linsey pleased him several times. He just lay in bed and thought about the evening ahead.
Linsey wanted his film crew to set up several remote cameras in specified rooms. She had enough confidence in herself that when Rose saw her Linsey knew she would retreat. Linsey knew Rose was frightened of her. If she planned it right, Rose would escape to a room with several hidden cameras. Four rooms were set up that way so the chance that Rose would pick one of them was good.
Linsey made sure she showed up late. She stayed in her limo until a butler gave her a signal to come in. She was stunning! Her hair flowed down around her beautiful face like a lion's mane. Her penetrating eyes were made even more mystical and powerful by thick black eye-liner, mascara and silver eye-shadow. Her full lips were painted lusciously with lip gloss. At a party filled with beautiful women, none would compare to Linsey.
Under her tight black dress Linsay wore matching black bra, thong and garter belt with sheer black stockings and four-inch heels. Her breasts were held firmly in place by a strong under-wire bra but even so they jiggled as she strode with elegantly swaying hips. She walked like a woman on a mission. Sex dripped from every pore. She stole the show when she entered the party but she wasn't looking for admirers. There was only one face she wanted to see and when she saw it, she wanted to rip it from the neck that held it in place. Linsey wasn't merely planning on beating Rose to a pulp; she planned to humiliate her. For that, she carried an elegant handbag with a few toys she'd been thinking about using on Rose for a couple of months. She had planned everything perfectly - tonight Linsey Dawn McKenzie would take her revenge.
Linsey saw Rose long before Rose saw her. Rose was in the middle of putting another actress down, actually arguing with her. Rose looked stunning herself in a tight black dress that looked as if she had nothing on beneath it - and she didn't. The dress was so clingy it seemed to be painted on her fabulous body.
When Rose finally saw Linsey approach she was stunned. She saw the anger on Linsey's face and her purposeful stride. Rose's bitchy attitude evaporated and the scowling young actress suddenly looked shocked and very afraid. Just as Linsey hoped, Rose retreated towards the rooms with the cameras in the them; rooms where guests weren't allowed.
Had Rose not been wearing four-inch heels she could have run. Her heart was beating so rapidly, she thought it must show in her cleavage. She knew she looked foolish to the people at the party by the way she disappeared, but she didn't care. For months she'd had nightmares about running into Linsey again and was scared of what would happen. She almost wished she could change the past and just let everything stop before she had kicked Linsey.
Now, one of Hollywood's biggest bitches and catfight queens was wobbling on her high heels, running for her life. She ducked in one room and closed the door behind her. One of the cameras picked her up. She looked for a place to hide but when she couldn't find it she exited that one into a connecting room. Another camera picked her up there as she hurriedly looked for a hiding place. It was into a third and then a fourth room from where there were no more rooms to flee. She had ended up in the hostesses bedroom - obvious from the make-up and perfume on the small antique table with a mirror.
Like a naughty child, Rose hid in the closet and hoped beating heart wouldn't give away her location. Surely Linsey could hear it thumping away in the dark. Surely everyone could. She'd never been so frightened in her life.
Linsey knew about the cameras and Rose didn't so she had stopped her pursuit and gone to a room across the hall where the CEO was sitting with two technicians switching back and forth between the cameras. The cameras were hooked up in the control room to large screen televisions throughout the posh residence. The crowd had seen Rose scamper from the party and now they were curiously watching her run from room to room on the big screen televisions. From the control room Linsey saw Rose hide in the closet.
Rose wanted to cry, to shriek, to scream for help, but she was afraid Linsey would hear and find her. In the party, no one seemed to know what was going on or whether it was some tacky trailer for Rose's new movie. But it couldn't be. There was something too real about it all. Those at the party were curious, excited and even frightened by what they saw.
Linsey was excited too as she stood in the control room watching Rose until she hid. Then Linsey made a game of it, going room from room, calling for Rose. When she ended up in the room where Rose was hiding, Linsey closed and locked the door behind her. The only other exit from the room was already locked from the outside. Rose had no way out.
When Linsey swung open the closet door Rose screamed and then begged her to leave her alone. She was like a child hiding from an abusive parent.
Linsey smiled evilly and said, "I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on you."
"Leave me alone!" Rose cried. Then she screamed as loud as she could for help.
"It won't matter Rose. No one's coming to save you. Even if they wanted to, I have the only key to the room and the doors are locked."
Linsey then held up the key to her pursed lips, kissed it and shoved it down into her ripe cleavage.
"Rose, you little American skank, it's time for payback."
Rose cowered in the closet and tried to slap Linsey's hand away when she reached for her. It was like slapping a Rottweiler. With a snarl both erotic and frightening, Linsey sounded like a wild animal as she latched onto Rose's hair and pulled her kicking and screaming out of the closet. Rose was crying, trying half-heartedly to pry Linsey's hand from her hair. Linsey led Rose from the closet and slapped her hard across the face. Rose screamed again just as Linsey backhanded her.
The party crowd gasped at the power of her slaps and the way Rose's body teetered on her high heels. They weren't sure what they were watching, but the reality of it all was gripping. There was a scent of the hunt in the air and the party crowd, drunk as they were, was beginning to pay close attention. Linsey continued to slap Rose back and forth, all the while holding Rose's hair. Rose staggered back and forth, too frightened to even put up a fight.
Then Linsey backhanded her so violently she couldn't hold her grip on her hair. Rose tumbled against the wall and slid down it. She was crying helplessly now and just wanted Linsey to go away. It was obvious to Linsey the smart mouth American wasn't putting up a fight, so she just left her cowering on the floor, weeping. Instead she opened her purse and let Rose see what she had brought. Two vibrators, a pair of handcuffs, a snakelike black whip and a strap-on dildo. Linsey pointed to the four hidden cameras in the room and informed Rose that everyone at the party could watch what was happening. Rose stumbled to her feet and ran to the door, but it was locked. She beat her fists against it and screamed again and again for help as Linsey coolly stepped out of her dress. Those watching in the party became even more excited. Linsey's bra was oversized but even that couldn't contain her massive breasts.
As Rose was pounded on the door, Linsey came up behind her and started ripping at Rose's dress. More screams. More tears. More pleading. Linsey just laughed at Rose.
"You pathetic whore. I'm going to take you and treat you like you've never been treated before, then I'm going to make you sign a contract I've already signed that permit's me to release the tape of what we do here tonight. I want the whole world to see what I do to you."
The contract was the one last thing left in Linsey's purse where it lay on the bed.
With Linsey ripping at Rose's skintight dress, it didn't take long to strip her since Rose wasn't fighting back. Rose was more concerned with shielding her body from the cameras. Linsey used this to her advantage, slapping Rose continuously. When it became apparent that Rose had no underwear, Linsey did to her exactly what she had done the last time they had fought in front of the man they both wanted, she lifted Rose's hands high over her head and used her breasts to batter Rose's ample but much smaller breasts.
The party crowd was breathless as they saw the young woman wield her 37FFs against Rose's 36Ds. The men dreamed of having their mouths on Linsey's breasts while the women wondered how anyone so slim could have such large, natural breasts. The ladies were both awestruck and envious until they realized their men's eyes were glued to Linsey's visage on the television - then they seethed with jealousy. None of them liked Rose, but almost all of them wished she'd put up a struggle fight against this young woman with breasts none of them could compare to.
It didn't happen.
Linsey was ramming her breasts into Rose again and again and Rose was turning blue from lack of oxygen. Rose tried to slide her thigh up against the protruding lips of Linsey's labia through her tight thong, but Linsey knew better than to lean in against her. Last time that was Linsey's downfall. This time, she turned her hip against Rose's thigh to block her. To go one better, Linsey raised her knee up with a thud to Rose's shaved pussy.
The women watching from the party let out a collective gasp; a few even screamed in sympathy.
Rose was wobbly on her legs and her head was falling forward. Again Linsey lifted her knee, ramming it viscously into Rose's pussy. Rose looked like she was going to either pass out or vomit so Linsey let her fall to her knees and stood over her. Rose half-heartedly tried a punch up between Linsey's thighs, attacking her enormous labia, but again Linsey simply turned her hip and Rose's weak punch missed completely.
Linsey pulled Rose by the hair over to an armless chair and shoved her into it. Linsey she climbed on top of her and sat on Rose's lap. Linsey's wet bush was soaking through her thong and Rose could feel it pressed against her belly. Linsey pulled Rose's face down into her cleavage and laughed as Rose's eyes started to roll back in her head. After Rose stopped struggling, Linsey stopped smothering her. Linsey looked directly into the camera and spoke to each of the women at the party.
"This is what happens when you mess with me or any man I want. Let this be a warning to all of you."
Then she returned her massive breasts to Rose's face as she pulled the hapless bitches face to her chest. <
> Linsey laughed and said, "Get ready Rose, the festivities are about to get even better. It's time for me to use a few of my toys."
She led Rose to the bed by her hair and Rose looked like a helpless little girl stumbling around in her mother's shoes while Linsey had the aura of a goddess. There wasn't a person at the party who could take their eyes from the television screens. Even bartenders and waitresses stopped what they were doing.
Linsey was the star of the show and Rose was a smart ass little bitch who was finally getting what was coming to her. But even with that, there was sympathy from some women for Rose. They could envision themselves against Linsey and realized they wouldn't stand up to her so well either. And they didn't like the fact that the men at the party would now be comparing each of them to Linsey. None of them could compare and they knew it.
While Rose was being led to the bed by her hair, Linsey spied the hairbrush on the small antique make-up table and made a detour. She forced Rose face down on the table as she grabbed the hair brush and started spanking Rose's tight ass. With one hand she kept Rose pinned by the hair; with the other she targeted all of her rage fly through the wooden hair brush as it slapped again and again against Rose's bare bottom.
The power was intoxicating! Linsey's nipples tingled as they grew and hardened Her wetness was nearly too much for her thong. She felt like she could make love to every man at the party that night. Control always aroused her and the harder she spanked Rose, the more aroused she became. Rose was screaming louder and louder with every spank. Linsey looked like a wolverine. She was wild. Her long brown hair flew and her breasts jiggled so much men the watching on the television screens hopeful they'd fly free from her bra. The women watching hoped they wouldn't. Some even crossed their arms self-consciously over their own chests; even women with healthy busts like Rose.
Rose was babbling fool. She was crying and screaming for mercy. She was begging the English goddess to let her go. But she knew it wasn't going to happen. She felt humiliated and knew the pain she felt now was not going to end. She thought about the further humiliation she would feel if the contract Linsey had already signed ever got released. Her career would be over and Linsey would be extracting incredible revenge.
Rose considered fighting back but realized she couldn't compete with Linsey. She held out as long as she could against the pain, gripping the edges of the make-up table with both hands to keep her balance. Behind her Linsey was laughing as with every spank when Rose grunted like a satisfied animal. The smooth wood of the hairbrush was making Rose's ass a darker shade of red. Rose envisioned blisters forming on her hot skin.
Linsey paused just long enough to lift Rose's head off the table by her hair so she was forced to look into the mirror. Linsey leaned forward so that her own face was in the mirror, right beside Rose's.
She put her mouth next to Rose's ear and said with a throaty voice in her English accent, "I own you, whore!"
As soon as Linsey let go of Rose's hair and stopped paddling her, Rose collapsed on the table. Her breasts flopped down with the lipstick containers and jars of make-up. Linsey let her fall in a heap of helpless flesh as Rose, out of her senses, grasped for the table but couldn't hold on. She collapsed to the floor amidst the contents of the table that fell on top of her. Rose was a sweaty, defeated mess as she lay gasping on the floor and praying to be saved.
Linsey stood above Rose, her hands on her well-defined hips. Looking up through her puffy and red-rimmed eyes, Rose could make out the outline of Linsey's rich, lush pussy beneath a wet stain on her thong. She knew Linsey was excited and she cowered at the thought of this sexual Amazon using her until she was satisfied. It could take all night - even all weekend. Rose thought of the key in Linsey's cleavage and wished it would fall down on her the way the make up and perfume bottles and jars had. She fantasized she could somehow grab the key, beat Linsey to the door, escape and lock Linsey inside. She fantasized about getting away.
Linsey stood above Rose like a goddess posing for a sculptor. Everyone in the party was amazed by both her body and her forcefulness. They knew Rose was in good shape and they couldn't imagine anyone handling her as easily as Linsey had. Watching Linsey beat Rose was like watching a man beat a child. It was hopeless. There stood Linsey with her perfect body, her arrogant and beautiful face. Like a warrior queen. And the beautiful Rose, so smug and self-assured, didn't look anything like that right now. Instead, she appeared hopeless and helpless, like so many of her own victims in the past.
When Linsey bent over to grab Rose, the camera zoomed in on her ass and her huge labia protruding between her thighs. Not only were her breasts magnificent, so was her vagina. Women at the party were suddenly self-conscious not only about their breasts but also about their vaginas.
Linsey knew the effect she had on women - she loved it. She knew that talk of her punishing Rose would be everywhere by the end of the week and sales of their video tape would make her a goddess worldwide. The power excited her even more. She grabbed Rose's hair and started to pull her to her feet. Rose tried to grab the carpet...anything to hold onto. It didn't work. Her fingers fumbled helplessly. She couldn't fight back; Linsey was too much woman and she couldn't keep from being thrown around like a rag doll. As Linsey pulled her up Rose continued to reach for the edge of the carpeting, the leg of the table, anything. Alas, all she scooped up was a jar of nail polish and a bottle of perfume with an atomizer.
She whimpered when Linsey had her to her feet and said, "Rose, put those down. We're going to play with MY toys!"
Rose held on tight; for any thing; any victory; to salvage any pride. Linsey pried the nail polish from Rose's grasp and then grabbed at the perfume bottle but Rose held on tight.
"Bitch!" Linsey hissed. "I said let go."
Rose wouldn't. She was being defiant in the only way she could.
Linsey grabbed the perfume bottle with both hands; so did Rose. They struggled with it between their bodies. The CEO in the control room thought they both looked foolish fighting over a perfume bottle and just as he turned away momentarily, her heard a loud scream.
When he turned back to the monitor he saw that Linsey doubled over rubbing her eyes. During the struggle, one of them had squeezed the atomizer and the perfume had sprayed in Linsey's eyes. Linsey was bent down holding her face, screaming as the perfume burned her tear ducts.
The party crowd was amazed. So was Rose who was in shock. Linsey continued to rub her eyes while Rose stepped back in amazement. In her daze, it took Rose awhile to remember the key hidden in Linsey's cleavage. With Linsey bent over, Rose stumbled forward and reached in searching for the key. This was her chance to get away!
Linsey screamed, "No you don't bitch!"
She reached out blindly with both hands and grabbed Rose's hand. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she strained to make out Rose's blurry form. Linsey kept a death grip on Rose's wrist with both hands so Rose took the advantage and used her free hand to spray even more perfume directly into Linsey's eyes.
"Ahhhhh! My eyes!" Linsey screamed as she let go of Rose's wrist and covered her face with both hands. "They're burning!"
By now, the party crowd was silent, transfixed by the unexpected turn of events. They couldn't divert their eyes as Rose fought frantically for her balance with Linsey now bending over in front of her. Rose's hand plunged again into Linsey's cleavage but this time Linsey was too busy screaming and holding her eyes to stop her. Rose had the key!
She stumbled toward the door. Linsey was bent over like a blind woman in a rage and in great pain looking for something to wipe her eyes with. She staggered around the room flailing and groping helplessly.
Rose put the key into the lock and turned it. She was free!
But wait...Rose stopped. Linsey was still stumbling around the room blindly. Rose stopped, took the key out of the lock and walked over to where Linsey was bent over the bed using the bedspread to wipe her eyes. Rose grabbed the back of Linsey's hair and plunged her face into the bedspread and the pillows. With her other hand, Rose reached down between Linsey's legs, inside her knees. Rose used the key and savagely scraped the teeth up her inner thigh until it snagged on her thong. Linsey screeched in pain and clamped her thighs together. Rose ran the key's rough teeth against back of Linsey's thigh clear up to her large ass. More screams. Rose wielded the key like a knife as Linsey fell to her knees. She scraped Linsey's back with the key again and again until Linsey rolled over on her back to stop the attack. But as she rolled over, the bedspread wrapped around her head and blinded Linsey. Rose plunged the key down the front of Linsey's thighs and she screamed as if she were being slit from head to toe.
Rose was back to being Rose. Seeing Linsey's struggles, Rose couldn't help but enjoy it! As Linsey thrashed with her mighty strength impeded by the bed spread and flailed on the floor trying untangle herself, Rose knew she had to finish her off before she freed herself. Rose grabbed the small chair Linsey had straddled her on, lifted it over her head and brought it down on Linsey's back with a loud crash.
The chair shattered.
Those watching on the screen in the party were stunned by Rose's brutality. They watched Linsey's legs, all they could see in the jumble of fabric, and they weren't moving. When Rose lifted the bed spread off of Linsey's legs and ass she was barely moving. A moan came from under the covers. Rose kicked Linsey over onto her belly, then pulled down Linsey's thong. As Rose wrestled it down over her hips, the camera moved in for a close-up. Linsey's incredible labia flapped into view as she groggily struggled to get to her knees. The camera soaked in the view of her sopping vagina. A better close up.
Then Rose remembered how she beat Linsey the first time. While Linsey was still struggling on her knees, her arms tangled in the bedspread with her head down on the floor, Rose walked behind the helpless goddess and posed with her hands on her hips. She leaned down and spanked Linsey's ass a couple of times with her bare hands, then grabbed the hair brush and used that. The way Linsey's ass jiggled under the blows, everyone watching saw it was probably the only part of her anatomy that wasn't perfect. Her ass was a little loose - especially compared to Rose's.
Linsey struggled with the bedspread and didn't even see it coming when Rose stepped behind her and kicked up between her thighs. Linsey's well-defined hips lifted up off the floor as did her knees. Then her body just crumpled, falling in a heap of helpless flesh. <
> Two women watching nearly fainted when they saw this on television. Linsey fell flat on her stomach and lay without moving. Rose used her foot to wedge Linsey's big thighs further apart, then kicked her in her pussy again. Linsey's body jerked, her hips came up off the floor and fell back with an audible thud.
Rose took some time to untangle Linsey's body from the bedspread, then she sat Linsey up. She saw the Englishwoman was out of it as her head rolled on her shoulders and then slumped down on her breasts. Rose grabbed Linsey and dragged her to a little alcove where a bar was fastened. She took the handcuffs off the bed and attached one to Linsey's left wrist. She stood the groggy Goddess on her feet and flung the unfastened end over the bar. Once there she forced Linsey's right wrist up and closed the handcuff. Linsey was coming too with nothing on but her bra, her now unfastened garters, her shredded thigh-highs and heels. She was too out of it to realize what was happening. Her eyes had stopped watering but they were swollen and closed, that is until Rose worked her fingers up inside Linsey's wetness.
Linsey's eyes shot open. Her voice, no longer domineering as before, quivered when she realized what was happening to her.
"Please, no . . ." she mumbled.
Rose worked her fingers in and out as Linsey continued to beg her to stop, but Linsey found it increasingly more difficult to speak as she fought the rising level of her own arousal. Rose fingered her skillfully, with a knowing touch. Then, when Linsey was just about to climax, Rose stopped. Linsey's hips were jerking and thrusting front and back. It was as if she was involuntarily fucking the air or being fucked by an invisible lover. The party crowd watching on the television screens were glued to the screens. Not a word was spoken. People were both stunned and aroused; not knowing what would happen next.
Their silence ended when Rose stepped behind Linsey and unfastened her sturdy bra. As her massive breasts were unveiled a gasp went up threw the party crowd.
"Oh my God!" one woman exclaimed, marveling at their size.
"And they're real!" another said in hushed awe.
The men were quiet and turned on out of their minds. They, like Linsey, were ready to fuck the air if they had to.
Rose reached around from behind and circled Linsey's massive breasts with her fingers and their long, manicured nails. Finding her nipples, Rose twisted and pulled at them with her finger tips and nails. Linsey responded with more, louder moaning. From behind her, Rose kept a hand on Linsey's chest while she slid her fingers up from behind, between her thighs and delving deep into her well-lubricated pussy. Linsey gasped and blushed deeply as Rose worked in and out while gently spanking her bouncing, jiggling tits with her other hand. It didn't take long until Linsey was moaning, squirming and begging Rose for an orgasm.
Just before Rose gave it to her, she bit Linsey's ear from behind and snarled, "I own you! Say it."
Linsey didn't say anything at first so Rose stopped her fingering and waited. She had been in this position many times and knew exactly how to force the response she wanted.
"Please . . ." Linsey pleaded, shaking her head slowly from side to side and squeezing her thighs against Rose's hand.
"Please what?" Rose demanded sternly.
"Please… make me cum. Oh, please…..." Linsey gasped, barely able to speak through her tightly clenched teeth.
"Then say it, bitch. Say I own you." Rose demanded as she moved her fingers in Linsey from behind again.
Linsey's whole body started to quiver and shake, her hips thrust wildly in the air, impaled on Rose's fingers.
"Say it! Or I'll stop!" Rose commanded, pausing in her fingering momentarily. <
> "OK. You own me! You own me! You own me! You . . . Yesssssss…. ooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oooohhhhh!"
When Linsey started to cum, Rose pulled out her fingers and reached both hands around to harshly twist Linsey's hard nipples. Linsey was hanging by her wrists, barely balancing on her high heels in front of the television cameras when she came in a powerful orgasm that squirted fluid more than a foot across the carpet.
The audience was stunned. Most had never seen a squirter and they'd never seen a woman like Linsey cum before; the way her entire beautiful body twisted and contorted. The way she continued to scream in pleasure as Rose worked her sensitive breasts from behind. Linsey's moans and yelps rose and fell while she cooed and begged and pleaded to be fucked.
Finally, Rose let go of Linsey's nipples. She walked over to the bed, picked up Linsey's strap-on dildo and strapped it on. She walked to Linsey whose drained, exhausted body hung limp and helpless in her handcuffs. Rose stood in front of her, bent her knees and easily entered her with the dildo. Linsey's head jerked up and then fell backward as she started her orgasmic moaning, writhing and crying all over again. Rose humped Linsey wildly even as she reached around and raked Linsey's ass with her fingernails. Rose pumped her over and over until Linsey was screaming in pleasure.
Linsey kept repeating, "You own me! Yes, you own me! Oh God, you own me!"
And then she came again.
Linsey was still in the throws of her last orgasm when Rose let her out of the handcuffs. Linsey fell in a heap at Rose's feet and then she crawled slowly, on her hands and knees like a dog, toward the door key which was laying on the floor. Rose let her pick it up but when Linsey tried to stand, her legs were too weak and she fell back down and had to resume crawling toward the door. She reached it, her statuesque body a heaving wreck and reached forward with the key. She had a hard time holding her hand steady to get a key in the lock.
While she fumbled with the key the audience couldn't help but notice how the tide had changed. She looked like anything but the Amazon sex goddess who had started the evening. Then, just as Linsey about had the key in the lock, Rose sauntered slowly up behind her and dropped to her knees with Linsey's big bottom in front of her. Rose slapped it hard and it jiggled. Linsey gave a start and panicked, trying to force the key into the lock.
"My ass will never move that much, honey." Rose said as she smacked her again. "Haven't you ever heard of a gym?"
The party crowd could see the panic and fear on Linsey's once-dominant face as she twisted the key - until her eyes shot wide open and her mouth made a round shape like she was going to make a sound - but she didn't.
Rose had grabbed Linsey's hips and impaled her with the strap-on again. Rose muscled Linsey backward forcefully as she thrust forward driving the shaft into her.
Linsey finally gasped, "No . . . !"
But Rose cried out, "Yes! All night long, you English slut!"
Linsey's long painted nails scraped at the door like an animal looking to get out while Rose roughly entered her, thrusting into her again and again. Rose's flat stomach slapped Linsey's soft ass. It wasn't the ass of a goddess, it was the only part of Linsey one could find fault with. Compared to most women Linsey had a great ass, but compared to the rest of her body, it was a weak point. It was even obvious when Rose took the dripping wet dildo out of Linsey's pussy and slammed it between her ass cheeks.
The English goddesses body arched, her head snapped upright as she screamed in horror, "NO! I've never . . . Please… don't. I've … never…. done .. .that!"
Linsey's protests took on the same cadence as Rose slammed her hips against her ass. She screamed again and collapsed on her elbows with her ass in the air, begging Rose for mercy.
"You've never taken it in the ass before?" Rose laughed. "Well, you'll never be able to say that again!"
As Linsey slid down flat against the floor, Rose climbed up onto her larger body and slid her nails between Linsey's ass cheeks, pried them apart and drove her smaller hips forward, pushing the dildo deep inside. Linsey was in tears. The party crowd watching on television could see Linsey's lips moving, but couldn't make out what she was saying. They couldn't believe she was the same women who'd chased after Rose from the party barely twenty minutes before. How could their roles have reversed so quickly.
More than one woman watching was smug with satisfaction
that Linsey's ass was shaking like every other women's. Many,
in fact, felt their asses were better than hers. They hated Rose
but they loved watching the English snob get her comeuppance.
When Rose was as far inside Linsey as she could get,
she removed her hands from Linsey's full cheeks and slid them
under her breasts as they overflowed under her arms. Rose lifted
up and pulled back the heavy titflesh time and time again, stretching
it like thick bread dough.
Linsey was whimpering like a school girl. Rose owned
her. Linsey's full body quivered under the sexual assault and
even as she screamed for mercy, she came again and then collapsed
in a pool of her own fluid. Rose continued to rock Linsey back
onto the dildo, using her large breasts as handles. Every so often,
Linsey's body would tense, heave and quiver as she would cry out
and slap the floor with her palm. Rose would stop, wipe her brow,
smile up at the camera, wink. Then she'd lean forward, take a
new grip on Linsey's breast and pull back as she thrust forward
with her hips again. Linsey would sob, moan and then lower her
head to the floor and allow Rose to pound away at her until the
whole tableau repeated itself.
It wasn't until Rose finally pulled out of Linsey's
ass, removed the dildo, rolled her over and forced her to suck
the dildo clean that Rose got off her and left Linsey alone.
It was the second time Rose had turned the tables
on her and the British goddess was an even bigger mess this time
than she had been the first. Not only had she been humiliated
in front of party guests but now Rose opened Linsey's purse and
signed the contract. Soon, the entire world would see how Linsey
had been undone by a common B movie slut who humiliated her in
more ways than many could ever imagine.
Rose unlocked the door and walked out in the hall
wearing Linsey's dress. As she walked, Rose walked like a champion.
Linsey lay helplessly sprawled on the floor. Most at the party
didn't know what to do but a few of the women who had watched
the fight made their way back to the bedroom where Linsey lay
in a heap. They weren't there to help her. They were there to
ridicule her. Mostly, they made fun of her useless arrogance and
the ass that couldn't compare to theirs.
But one woman stayed behind after all the others
left. She picked up the key and locked the door so no one would
come in the room to disturb her. She mistakenly thought that the
cameras had stopped rolling, so the CEO of the film company couldn't
have been more pleased when he saw the footage of what happened
next. Liz Hurley tied Linsey's hands above her head to the bed's
headboard and then whipped her huge breasts as they flopped helplessly
on her chest.
It got even better. When the English goddess begged
her for mercy, Liz strapped on the same dildo Rose used and had
her way with Linsey until the 22-year-old passed out. The room
stayed locked for the rest of the evening while Liz made love
to Hugh Grant as the gagged and bound Linsey was forced to watch
them.
Before she and Hugh left, Liz pulled Linsey close
and whispered, "Welcome to 2001, where there are no more
goddesses."
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