Finella had her nemesis where she wanted.
The Table of Sacrifice was prepared and the "Virgin" was ready to be devoured by the Hellraiser except...nothing like that happened.
In any other situation, with any other opponent, Finella would have followed through with the obvious, but not with Chelsea, never.
This was a show of dominance and dominance alone.
The Hellraiser used Chelsea for her own pleasure, the Brit was mere sexytoy for Finella to use!
The shame and humiliation Chelsea must felt veing topped by her most hated rival, getting kissed, groped, getting used...must be unbearable and the mere sight of Chelseas hatefilled eyes shooting dagger into her own made her moan even louder.
Usually this scene would be romantic, two young lovers, skin to skin, exploring each other with loving kisses and soft embraces...
That might be true for other couples, but this couple shared a bond of hate.
Finellas stood her ground as Chelsea buckled, twisted, turned and spat, she kicked her legs in every direction only for Finella to grind their soft womanhoods against each other, killing every escapeattempt from the getgo...
Finellas gleaming eyes looked down at Chelsea, no words were spoken, their gaze, locking into each other was enough.
And then Finella bent down, shoving her big breasts into Chelseas face, her hardened nipple entered the mouth of the Scouser and Finella moaned.
"'My god, why did I thought of that before, finally your stupid mouth is shut!", she said and then clamped Chelseas thighs between her legs.
"Hmmm..."
Oh yes, she would moan, she would moan like she never did before, Chelsea should hear what her body did to Fin...
"Thank you...for lending me your body Chels...you are a true friend...", she chuckled and mocked her relentlessly.
The Scouser was unable to do something, her hands bound, her mouth shut and her legs used impromptu vibrator for the Hellraisers pleasures!
And with every buckle her movements became faster, harder, more direct, Chelsea could feel the wetness of Fin pressing at her leg, shoving her up and down from her shin to her kneecab.
"Hnbghh...yeah...soo...fucking goooood...", the Hellraiser moaned, don't holding back for a second!
Her hips trembled, up and down, up and down.
"UuuuhaAAAAH!", she groaned a raspy grunt.
"Oh...close...so..."
Suddenly all shifted!
With an audible "Plop!", Chelseas mouth was released as the Hellraiser shifted her position again, suddenly kneeling over Chelseas face, rubbing and pounding her dripping pussy like there was no tomorrow!
"Open wiiiideee...here I cuuuuuum!", she screamed and squirted directly into Chelseas face while screaming her lust out into the room, her primal shouts echoed back to Chelseas ears as her face qas coated in Finellas sweet juices.
"Hngh...hgnh...oooh..."
The Hellraiser looked down and chuckled, seeing Chelseas face.
"Hey...Chels...that..."
"...was'nt so bad, was it?", Harmonia asked as she and Molly exited a certain hotel...a love hotel to be exact.
It was not on their to do list but a nice afternoon and the general butterflies in their stomachs made them decide to pay a visit, well, Harmonia had to do some covincing as Molly, british of course, was'nt that intrigued at first to visit those places in broad daylight or at all!
Harmonia looked around and quickly left the building with Molly, hand in hand.
"Hey, hey...come out or your shell you turtle...", Harnonia grinned as she looked at Molly whose face was practically buried in her scarf.
"Heey, nobody saw us, it is ok Molly and hey...", she hugged her and gave her head a kiss.
"Three times was definetly worth it...", she whispered, teasing Molly even more.
"I love you, Hase.", she said, using the germab term for rabbit and kissed her forehead.
"Let's go ho-"
She turned and a man with a camera stood there...
"What..."
"Superstars are superhorny! This will be the story!", the sleazy guy grinned, snapped a picture of them in front of the love hotel and before Harmonia could get to him he ran to the street and in a car that was driving by.
"Man! Following you the whole day paid of! Thanks girls!", he grinned and the drove off.
"Arschloch!", Harmonia shouted and flipped the bird to him.
Then it struck her.
"Mo-Molly?", she asked and turned around.
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Never in her life did Chelsea feel like she would ever be faced with such humiliation. But what she saw now had to eclipse everything she'd ever dreamed of. Finella's body bucked up and down wildly, her curves jiggling with each rise and fall of her body, and her moans growing louder and more passionate as the throes of ecstasy welled up in her. But her pleasure was a selfish and one-sided one. Chelsea was tied down, powerless to do anything about her situation. She was only relevant to these matters at all for as long as she could provide Finella's body with stimulation. Her body, too, began to twist and writhe faster and harder with each time Finella bucked up with her hips - but in her case, it was because she was desperately trying to pull herself free. even when nothing was working.
It was precisely because Chelsea was so powerless, so helpless, that incensed her more and more. She took to wrestling because it made her feel powerful. It made her feel accomplished, like she had a place in the world she so often struggled to find a place in. But when it came to Finella, Chelsea had none of that. Every time the Wolf came into her life, it seemed, it was to deny her of everything she had worked so hard for. It was for that reason that Chelsea had grown to hate her so much - and why she wanted only to watch Finella burn.
She couldn't even voice her resistance when Finella's breast had been stuffed into her mouth. She groaned and grumbled, but everything came out as muffled nonsense - even considering the way she usually spoke. Even when Chelsea tried to resist by biting down, pinning the soft flesh in between her teeth, she couldn't manage; the girl's chest was too big for her to get a good purchase on, considering how it almost completely filled her mouth. And that just made things sting even deeper, when it once again stood as a reminder of how annoyingly, obnoxiously more well-endowed Finella was - and how often she took the opportunity to rub it in Chelsea's face.
At last, though, Finella pulled back. Chelsea gasped for breath - but she didn't even get a full one in before the Hellraiser rammed her groin up against her face. "GAH-!!" she cried, falling back against the table sputtering as the fluids dripped onto her face - marking Chelsea for the indignified role she had played, and serving as a reminder of her failures and frustrations. Again and again Finella's hips rose and fell against Chelsea's face, grinding and rubbing; her cheeks grew hot with both embarrassment and anger alike. All until it came to a head, as Finella rose her hips again and let loose the force of her climax.
Chelsea, too, screamed. But while Finella's was one of lust, Chelsea's cry was a warrior's call, a primal roar of sheer fury. Each moment she spent bound, her anger was brewing and fermenting. Soon, it would grow to a point where nothing could hold it back any further. And soon enough came the moment when it would all come out in one, explosive burst. Chelsea couldn't take it any more - and it was about time Finella felt that.
She couldn't use her arms or her legs, tied down against the table as they were. She only had her teeth. But when all else failed, they would have to do the job. And when Finella was poised right atop her, mocking her with her very presence, Chelsea's bloodthirst was stoked. Everything looked to be lined up perfectly. And when her thoughts were awash with anger, there seemed no other option.
As soon as Finella looked down on her, Chelsea threw herself into motion. She swung her head toward Finella's groin, her teeth gnashing, to bite her right between the legs, aiming in the most sensitive and vulnerable place she could! If that worked, she would lunge up from the table with enough force, driven by the strength of adrenaline, for her wrists to snap the rope binding them. Chelsea was mad - and it was about time Finella felt it.
"FUUUUCK YOOOOOU!!!!"
Meanwhile, the other half of the four sisters had left from a considerably more agreeable outing, as Harmonia and Molly walked out of a love hotel. Though she held Harmonia's hand with one of her own, Molly still used the other to pull her scarf tighter around her face, which was burning with a vivid blush. "S-Sorry, Moni..." she said, squeezing her hand tighter to let her know she was there. "I guess I'm still not used to being public about this. But..." She continued in a softer voice as she met eyes with Harmonia, peering up at her from out of her scarf with a smile. "...that was a lot of fun. Thanks..."
She let out a soft, contented sigh as she relaxed against her partner, nestling her head against her shoulder. Once again, it felt like she and Harmonia were the only people in the world, and that she didn't have anything to trouble herself with. But, as Molly would soon discover...she was wrong. Just then she heard the flash of a camera nearby, and her eyes went wide as she jolted back up straight with a gasp. "W-What..!? Hey-!" Spinning back around to see the photographer run off, Molly's face went red, and she clasped her hand to her mouth. Taking a few steps back, she froze in place, staring out blankly after him even as Harmonia told him off. "...following us...t-the whole day..?" She gulped. "Oh, god..."
It was precisely because Chelsea was so powerless, so helpless, that incensed her more and more. She took to wrestling because it made her feel powerful. It made her feel accomplished, like she had a place in the world she so often struggled to find a place in. But when it came to Finella, Chelsea had none of that. Every time the Wolf came into her life, it seemed, it was to deny her of everything she had worked so hard for. It was for that reason that Chelsea had grown to hate her so much - and why she wanted only to watch Finella burn.
She couldn't even voice her resistance when Finella's breast had been stuffed into her mouth. She groaned and grumbled, but everything came out as muffled nonsense - even considering the way she usually spoke. Even when Chelsea tried to resist by biting down, pinning the soft flesh in between her teeth, she couldn't manage; the girl's chest was too big for her to get a good purchase on, considering how it almost completely filled her mouth. And that just made things sting even deeper, when it once again stood as a reminder of how annoyingly, obnoxiously more well-endowed Finella was - and how often she took the opportunity to rub it in Chelsea's face.
At last, though, Finella pulled back. Chelsea gasped for breath - but she didn't even get a full one in before the Hellraiser rammed her groin up against her face. "GAH-!!" she cried, falling back against the table sputtering as the fluids dripped onto her face - marking Chelsea for the indignified role she had played, and serving as a reminder of her failures and frustrations. Again and again Finella's hips rose and fell against Chelsea's face, grinding and rubbing; her cheeks grew hot with both embarrassment and anger alike. All until it came to a head, as Finella rose her hips again and let loose the force of her climax.
Chelsea, too, screamed. But while Finella's was one of lust, Chelsea's cry was a warrior's call, a primal roar of sheer fury. Each moment she spent bound, her anger was brewing and fermenting. Soon, it would grow to a point where nothing could hold it back any further. And soon enough came the moment when it would all come out in one, explosive burst. Chelsea couldn't take it any more - and it was about time Finella felt that.
She couldn't use her arms or her legs, tied down against the table as they were. She only had her teeth. But when all else failed, they would have to do the job. And when Finella was poised right atop her, mocking her with her very presence, Chelsea's bloodthirst was stoked. Everything looked to be lined up perfectly. And when her thoughts were awash with anger, there seemed no other option.
As soon as Finella looked down on her, Chelsea threw herself into motion. She swung her head toward Finella's groin, her teeth gnashing, to bite her right between the legs, aiming in the most sensitive and vulnerable place she could! If that worked, she would lunge up from the table with enough force, driven by the strength of adrenaline, for her wrists to snap the rope binding them. Chelsea was mad - and it was about time Finella felt it.
"FUUUUCK YOOOOOU!!!!"
Meanwhile, the other half of the four sisters had left from a considerably more agreeable outing, as Harmonia and Molly walked out of a love hotel. Though she held Harmonia's hand with one of her own, Molly still used the other to pull her scarf tighter around her face, which was burning with a vivid blush. "S-Sorry, Moni..." she said, squeezing her hand tighter to let her know she was there. "I guess I'm still not used to being public about this. But..." She continued in a softer voice as she met eyes with Harmonia, peering up at her from out of her scarf with a smile. "...that was a lot of fun. Thanks..."
She let out a soft, contented sigh as she relaxed against her partner, nestling her head against her shoulder. Once again, it felt like she and Harmonia were the only people in the world, and that she didn't have anything to trouble herself with. But, as Molly would soon discover...she was wrong. Just then she heard the flash of a camera nearby, and her eyes went wide as she jolted back up straight with a gasp. "W-What..!? Hey-!" Spinning back around to see the photographer run off, Molly's face went red, and she clasped her hand to her mouth. Taking a few steps back, she froze in place, staring out blankly after him even as Harmonia told him off. "...following us...t-the whole day..?" She gulped. "Oh, god..."
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Finella could care less what Chelseas problems were, she had to fight her own demons since she was a little child. Always restless, always on the run, fighting, for no reason then to fight.
The only thing that held her up was her grandfather and her sister.
When the life of the Edelstein Twins was twisted around with their parents death, Finella became even more rebellious and brutal.
The rules, the nuns at the Catholic School tried to force on her did'nt help either as Finella decided to ignore them, ignore all the rules. For what it mattered, life was an unfair, straight like into doom, so why not just raising hell as good as you could?
Beating up people, getting drunk until you passed out, fucking everyone who you like, showing of your tits at the local highway, that was the world Finella loved to live in.
And Wrestling at LAW provided her with everything she wanted in that regard and more!
It gave her life some sense.
She tried to put some sense into her life by finally searching for Harmonia but as heartfelt as their reunion was, so bitter was the realisation that both sisters had nothing in common anymore. 6 years was a long and important time in the life of a teenager growing up and the decisions he took and directions he chose where important ones.
Finella really thought that it would be better, that all would work out, they were a family were'nt they?
But instead they were fighting constantly, Harmonia always trying to force rules on her, playing mother for her. Finella had no mother anymore, her mother was ashes that went into eternity, as far as she was concerned.
And still, the wolf tried everything to appease Harmonia, trying to make her proud, only to get a hard blow in their first match together when Harmonia decided to betray blood for her own horniness.
And even if Finella and Molly had a talk and set things straight with each other, there was the other sister.
Chelsea Forster and Finella Edelstein were closer to each other then they would ever admit, being rebell rousers, fighting, brawling, drinking and having fun.
But still, they were here, Finella on top of Chelsea, her juices shooting over the face of her rival in an act of total humiliation.
"Ooooh...oooooh goood...", she moaned and pressed her pussy tight onto Chelseas face.
"Well...how did you like-Gaaaaaaah!"
And with a sudden lashing out of her rival, the tables had turned again...Chelseas teeth were relentless, biting what she could reach and given that the Hellraiser had pressed her pussy onto her face, that was a lot...
Finella screamed and fell backwards, down from her own "Table of Sacrifice" and landed rather clumsily on the floor, clutching her pussy.
"Biting! You fucking bitch...Biting! I bash your teeth in for that!", she grunted and was sure that Chelseas "chains" were still restraining her...
Harmonia looked after the car and sighed.
"Well...must be a fucking slow news week if he followed us around.", she chuckled and wrapped her arms around Molly, kissing her.
"Let them make their photos. I am glad. So the whole world can see us...which reminds me...do your parents know about me?", she asked and it was a legit question. They were a couple for a good month now and surely Molly had make sure to tell them before they would see them in some sleazy gazette with suggesting headlines above it.
"And if they do...I guess they know about Chelsea and Finellas troubles then too?"
She hoped not. If she was ever to meet Mollys parents then nothing would be more akward then to sit there and being reminded of how her older daughter and her sister trying to kill each other.
The only thing that held her up was her grandfather and her sister.
When the life of the Edelstein Twins was twisted around with their parents death, Finella became even more rebellious and brutal.
The rules, the nuns at the Catholic School tried to force on her did'nt help either as Finella decided to ignore them, ignore all the rules. For what it mattered, life was an unfair, straight like into doom, so why not just raising hell as good as you could?
Beating up people, getting drunk until you passed out, fucking everyone who you like, showing of your tits at the local highway, that was the world Finella loved to live in.
And Wrestling at LAW provided her with everything she wanted in that regard and more!
It gave her life some sense.
She tried to put some sense into her life by finally searching for Harmonia but as heartfelt as their reunion was, so bitter was the realisation that both sisters had nothing in common anymore. 6 years was a long and important time in the life of a teenager growing up and the decisions he took and directions he chose where important ones.
Finella really thought that it would be better, that all would work out, they were a family were'nt they?
But instead they were fighting constantly, Harmonia always trying to force rules on her, playing mother for her. Finella had no mother anymore, her mother was ashes that went into eternity, as far as she was concerned.
And still, the wolf tried everything to appease Harmonia, trying to make her proud, only to get a hard blow in their first match together when Harmonia decided to betray blood for her own horniness.
And even if Finella and Molly had a talk and set things straight with each other, there was the other sister.
Chelsea Forster and Finella Edelstein were closer to each other then they would ever admit, being rebell rousers, fighting, brawling, drinking and having fun.
But still, they were here, Finella on top of Chelsea, her juices shooting over the face of her rival in an act of total humiliation.
"Ooooh...oooooh goood...", she moaned and pressed her pussy tight onto Chelseas face.
"Well...how did you like-Gaaaaaaah!"
And with a sudden lashing out of her rival, the tables had turned again...Chelseas teeth were relentless, biting what she could reach and given that the Hellraiser had pressed her pussy onto her face, that was a lot...
Finella screamed and fell backwards, down from her own "Table of Sacrifice" and landed rather clumsily on the floor, clutching her pussy.
"Biting! You fucking bitch...Biting! I bash your teeth in for that!", she grunted and was sure that Chelseas "chains" were still restraining her...
Harmonia looked after the car and sighed.
"Well...must be a fucking slow news week if he followed us around.", she chuckled and wrapped her arms around Molly, kissing her.
"Let them make their photos. I am glad. So the whole world can see us...which reminds me...do your parents know about me?", she asked and it was a legit question. They were a couple for a good month now and surely Molly had make sure to tell them before they would see them in some sleazy gazette with suggesting headlines above it.
"And if they do...I guess they know about Chelsea and Finellas troubles then too?"
She hoped not. If she was ever to meet Mollys parents then nothing would be more akward then to sit there and being reminded of how her older daughter and her sister trying to kill each other.
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Chelsea had been humiliated, beaten, broken, and belittled, not just tonight but in all the time she had known Finella. From the moment the two set eyes on each other, it seemed that the Hellraiser had made it her single-minded goal to destroy whatever self-respect Chelsea could possibly lay claim to. All of that came to a head tonight, as Chelsea found herself defeated, restrained, forced to watch helplessly as Finella celebrated her own self-indulgences, while she could do little more than be the instrument of her ecstasy.
And she. Had had. Enough.
At last, it couldn't be held back any longer. Finella was going to pay; Chelsea knew that! Just as Finella brought her hips low again, Chelsea bit her right on the groin. She fell back off the table, her body wracked with pain the blonde could only imagine - but she didn't care, not when Finella deserved every bit of it. The taste in her mouth, knowing it had been so close to her greatest enemy's most intimate regions, made her sick, and she spat into the air in disgust. But she wasn't done. She was far, far from being done with all she needed to do to Finella.
Summoning all the strength in her arms and adding to that her sheer determination to cling to her pride, the Englishwoman yanked her wrists up from the table with enough force to finally snap through the binds. She sat straight up, fixing a withering gaze on Finella's writhing form before she reached over to untie her ankles. At last, she was free - and she wasted no time in hopping to her feet, walking over to where Finella lay against the wall.
With a shriek of sheer unbridled rage, Chelsea grabbed Finella by the hair, yanking straight up to torture her scalp as well as to keep her head in place as she stomped again and again over her stomach, chest, and face. "GO!! TER!! 'ELL!!! Each blow she landed felt like another scream of rage, venting her purest and most untamed emotions. And at last, Chelsea was ready to step back off Finella - but she barely gave her a second of respite before she let out another growl, this time going to pull the Wolf to the nearest trash can to shove her face-first inside! "Whuz ye BELONG!"
Despite Molly's embarrassment about being spotted out in public with Harmonia, her concerns were soon eased as the Superstar returned to her side. She let out a sigh, leaning in against her side, and she smiled a little as she felt her arms wrap around her sides and her lips against her own. Even when the press was abuzz with talks about their relationship, Harmonia was honest. She wasn't afraid to show how she felt - and Molly liked that about her.
"Mmm..." she sighed, walking along arm in arm with Harmonia as the two of them made their way back. The question Harmonia asked, however, caused Molly to slow her step. She hadn't thought much about it, but it was true. The introduction of the Edelsteins into their lives was a monumental moment for the Forster sisters, and it was about time they shared it with their family.
"I...haven't, actually," Molly admitted, a blush tinting her cheeks as she did. "Just never got around to it, really...I should probably do th-" But she paused, then, at the mention of their sisters' quarrels. Suddenly, Molly wasn't so sure. She loved Harmonia, and she was sure that her parents could only be overjoyed to know she had found someone so important to her. But when that special someone was attached to someone else who only brought strife and commotion into the family...would it be any good? Maybe, she thought, it would just be safer to keep it to herself...
No, no. She shook that out of her head, clearing her throat as she looked back up with a hopeful smile. "I mean, Chelsea's one of us now, right? We're working on patching that up. I think it'll be fine. Maybe she and Finella can get along after all..."
And she. Had had. Enough.
At last, it couldn't be held back any longer. Finella was going to pay; Chelsea knew that! Just as Finella brought her hips low again, Chelsea bit her right on the groin. She fell back off the table, her body wracked with pain the blonde could only imagine - but she didn't care, not when Finella deserved every bit of it. The taste in her mouth, knowing it had been so close to her greatest enemy's most intimate regions, made her sick, and she spat into the air in disgust. But she wasn't done. She was far, far from being done with all she needed to do to Finella.
Summoning all the strength in her arms and adding to that her sheer determination to cling to her pride, the Englishwoman yanked her wrists up from the table with enough force to finally snap through the binds. She sat straight up, fixing a withering gaze on Finella's writhing form before she reached over to untie her ankles. At last, she was free - and she wasted no time in hopping to her feet, walking over to where Finella lay against the wall.
With a shriek of sheer unbridled rage, Chelsea grabbed Finella by the hair, yanking straight up to torture her scalp as well as to keep her head in place as she stomped again and again over her stomach, chest, and face. "GO!! TER!! 'ELL!!! Each blow she landed felt like another scream of rage, venting her purest and most untamed emotions. And at last, Chelsea was ready to step back off Finella - but she barely gave her a second of respite before she let out another growl, this time going to pull the Wolf to the nearest trash can to shove her face-first inside! "Whuz ye BELONG!"
Despite Molly's embarrassment about being spotted out in public with Harmonia, her concerns were soon eased as the Superstar returned to her side. She let out a sigh, leaning in against her side, and she smiled a little as she felt her arms wrap around her sides and her lips against her own. Even when the press was abuzz with talks about their relationship, Harmonia was honest. She wasn't afraid to show how she felt - and Molly liked that about her.
"Mmm..." she sighed, walking along arm in arm with Harmonia as the two of them made their way back. The question Harmonia asked, however, caused Molly to slow her step. She hadn't thought much about it, but it was true. The introduction of the Edelsteins into their lives was a monumental moment for the Forster sisters, and it was about time they shared it with their family.
"I...haven't, actually," Molly admitted, a blush tinting her cheeks as she did. "Just never got around to it, really...I should probably do th-" But she paused, then, at the mention of their sisters' quarrels. Suddenly, Molly wasn't so sure. She loved Harmonia, and she was sure that her parents could only be overjoyed to know she had found someone so important to her. But when that special someone was attached to someone else who only brought strife and commotion into the family...would it be any good? Maybe, she thought, it would just be safer to keep it to herself...
No, no. She shook that out of her head, clearing her throat as she looked back up with a hopeful smile. "I mean, Chelsea's one of us now, right? We're working on patching that up. I think it'll be fine. Maybe she and Finella can get along after all..."
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FInella lay on the floor ,clutching her hurting pussy.
Oh that damned bitch!
She would pay for that!
Thankfully she was...
Finella looked up as Chelsea, in an almost inhuman strength effort, ripped the rope around her wrists and got up, storming in Finellas direction like the ferocious demon she was and grabbed for Finellas hair.
"Aaaagh...let go you slut! You..."
She looked up and saw Chelsea drenched in her cum, all her womanly juices were spread over the other womans face, as Finella met her with a big smile and a chuckle.
"My, my, Chels...so greedy...tell me, how did I taste? Gaaahgh!"
Her head was yanked in postion and the brit did what she could do best, kicking and stomping the hell out of her austrian rival, face, chest, stomach, whereever she could get her, she landed a hit and the austrian grunted with every painful connect of Chelseas bare feet onto her skin.
"Ugh...ughf...gfuhhaaa....augh!"
Finellas pussy still hurt and she was'nt immediatly prepared to fight back, trying instead to nurse her stinging vag enough to get in the game, taking the stomps, even if they were hard and brutal.
The british Bunny made no prisoners anymore, and Finella could understand. What she had done, using her rival as sextoy and coming all over her face was something of the most humiliating and demeaning things Finella could have thought of...that's why Chelsea had deserved it...every fucking drop, sprayed in her stupid face was well earned.
"Hey...why are you so pissed Chelsea...", she said between breaths as her hair was grabbed again.
"Others have to wait for an official match to taste me and you got the whole package!", she proceeded while grabbing for Chelseas wrists.
"Agh...let go you....waaagmf?!"
And with this, Finella was stuck headfirst in a waste basket that was prominently standing in the gym of the austrians, meaning that it was full of sweaty handkerchiefs and stuff she did'nt want to think about as her face was pressed in that reeking trash!
The Hellraiser tried to get up, but Chelsea had a good stance by grabbing her neck, so it was not possible for Finella to move.
She had to take it, but her pussy did'nt hurt so much anymore so maybe she could fire back when the spot was open...
Harmonia chuckled and held Mollys hands again.
"Molly...I would greet the fact if you would'nt so closed up about us in public. I mean, you love me and want people to know, don't you?
Then forget all those people, reporters, fans, etc. It is important that we are true to each other and I made it official because I love you and I want the world to know that I love just you, you are my world, Molly!", she said eagerly as they walked their way home.
She listened and nodded.
"Well, that is ok. I don't care either, I mean I do care! But not that much...ah you know, when I meet them, I meet them but I don't intend to rush anything, I just wanted to ask if they know before they got wind about it with a sleazy article like this or...worse.".
She obviously meant the thing between Finella and Chelsea. If their exploits would reach Chelseas parents, she was'nt sure if the Forsters wanted to meet her anymore when Finella threatend to kill their daughter on live TV...
She shook her head.
"Tell them when the time is right Molly and as for Chelsea...AND...FInella. They are family, OUR family you see?", she smiled and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend as they walked.
"I assure you Molly, we will figure that all out together. You hear? They both are humans too, decent human beings no less, I mean...what is the worst that could happen?", she smiled and kissed Molly on the side of her foreheard.
"Take THIS!"
An old banana peel landed in Chelseas mouth as Finella had found the strength to get back at her.
"Come here..come here you bitch, you like that? You FUCKING LIKE THAT?", she growled and had Chelsea down on all fours with her, rubbing the face of her rival into some old, sweaty handkerchiefs and an moldy applestem.
"Fucking eat it, fuckin eat it, like the pig you are!", Finella grunted, her hair a mess, garbage all over it and in her face a grimace of wrath!
Oh that damned bitch!
She would pay for that!
Thankfully she was...
Finella looked up as Chelsea, in an almost inhuman strength effort, ripped the rope around her wrists and got up, storming in Finellas direction like the ferocious demon she was and grabbed for Finellas hair.
"Aaaagh...let go you slut! You..."
She looked up and saw Chelsea drenched in her cum, all her womanly juices were spread over the other womans face, as Finella met her with a big smile and a chuckle.
"My, my, Chels...so greedy...tell me, how did I taste? Gaaahgh!"
Her head was yanked in postion and the brit did what she could do best, kicking and stomping the hell out of her austrian rival, face, chest, stomach, whereever she could get her, she landed a hit and the austrian grunted with every painful connect of Chelseas bare feet onto her skin.
"Ugh...ughf...gfuhhaaa....augh!"
Finellas pussy still hurt and she was'nt immediatly prepared to fight back, trying instead to nurse her stinging vag enough to get in the game, taking the stomps, even if they were hard and brutal.
The british Bunny made no prisoners anymore, and Finella could understand. What she had done, using her rival as sextoy and coming all over her face was something of the most humiliating and demeaning things Finella could have thought of...that's why Chelsea had deserved it...every fucking drop, sprayed in her stupid face was well earned.
"Hey...why are you so pissed Chelsea...", she said between breaths as her hair was grabbed again.
"Others have to wait for an official match to taste me and you got the whole package!", she proceeded while grabbing for Chelseas wrists.
"Agh...let go you....waaagmf?!"
And with this, Finella was stuck headfirst in a waste basket that was prominently standing in the gym of the austrians, meaning that it was full of sweaty handkerchiefs and stuff she did'nt want to think about as her face was pressed in that reeking trash!
The Hellraiser tried to get up, but Chelsea had a good stance by grabbing her neck, so it was not possible for Finella to move.
She had to take it, but her pussy did'nt hurt so much anymore so maybe she could fire back when the spot was open...
Harmonia chuckled and held Mollys hands again.
"Molly...I would greet the fact if you would'nt so closed up about us in public. I mean, you love me and want people to know, don't you?
Then forget all those people, reporters, fans, etc. It is important that we are true to each other and I made it official because I love you and I want the world to know that I love just you, you are my world, Molly!", she said eagerly as they walked their way home.
She listened and nodded.
"Well, that is ok. I don't care either, I mean I do care! But not that much...ah you know, when I meet them, I meet them but I don't intend to rush anything, I just wanted to ask if they know before they got wind about it with a sleazy article like this or...worse.".
She obviously meant the thing between Finella and Chelsea. If their exploits would reach Chelseas parents, she was'nt sure if the Forsters wanted to meet her anymore when Finella threatend to kill their daughter on live TV...
She shook her head.
"Tell them when the time is right Molly and as for Chelsea...AND...FInella. They are family, OUR family you see?", she smiled and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend as they walked.
"I assure you Molly, we will figure that all out together. You hear? They both are humans too, decent human beings no less, I mean...what is the worst that could happen?", she smiled and kissed Molly on the side of her foreheard.
"Take THIS!"
An old banana peel landed in Chelseas mouth as Finella had found the strength to get back at her.
"Come here..come here you bitch, you like that? You FUCKING LIKE THAT?", she growled and had Chelsea down on all fours with her, rubbing the face of her rival into some old, sweaty handkerchiefs and an moldy applestem.
"Fucking eat it, fuckin eat it, like the pig you are!", Finella grunted, her hair a mess, garbage all over it and in her face a grimace of wrath!
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Re: Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)
Chelsea couldn't feel pain or fatigue any more. Those were emotions that had been pushed out of her head by a relentless, unquenchable rage - a rage that she was only going to answer with Finella lying bloodied, bruised, and broken on the floor. Her teeth locked in a grimace, Chelsea stormed over to the Wolf's side. She had no mercy for her rival's suffering; if anything, it only encouraged her even more to know that she was in too much pain. When Finella shot back at her about her taste, finding it in her to taunt her opponent even at a time like this, Chelsea even aimed a few choice stomps against her groin, her whole body quivering with anger. She wouldn't let it get to her. She couldn't be done with her; not yet. If Finella could still talk back at all, it meant Chelsea hadn't gone far enough. But she could correct that, aiming her blows right where she knew it would hurt the most.
"PISS OFF!! Mangy cunt!! Fleabittun 'ore!!" Chelsea bellowed. 'ere's 'ow ye taste!" She took a brief pause from her beatdown to spit directly into the Hellraiser's face, a sign of how highly she thought of her foe. But not even that seemed to slow Finella's tongue - and Chelsea was, all the same, that much more encouraged to escalate things further as a result, as she rammed her head straight into the trash can!
As Finella's face landed in the garbage, Chelsea threw back her head, laughing at her hated enemy's misfortune. Seeing Finella hopelessly sputtering and flailing with her face buried in refuse almost made up for everything she'd had to endure up to this point - almost. Either way, it was a side of Finella that Chelsea was eager to witness.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it! 'ow is it feel, bein' whuz ye belong, 'mm?" A grin crossed Chelsea's face as she rubbed Finella's face deeper into the trash, keeping her hand pressed firmly against the back of her head and her fingers laced in her hair for extra leverage. "Might as well leuv ye 'ere, like. Wuddun want ye go'n into yer big match without a chance ter eat up!"
Once again, Chelsea laughed. But this time, she was cut silent before she had a chance to finish her thought - as Finella lobbed a banana peel over her shoulder, straight into Chelsea's mouth! At once the Englishwoman's laughter was muffled, as she groaned against the impromptu gag in her mouth. She was forced to let go of Finella, taking a step back and shaking her head before spitting it out - but by then, it was too late. Finella had already grabbed a hold of Chelsea, and now, she was pulled down after her into the trash can, her cries of pain and anger muffled once again - this time by the garbage she had been grinding Finella's face into a moment ago!
"MMMFF!!" Chelsea flailed and kicked her legs, thrashing her body from side to side like the flailing of a dying animal. She had just had her moment to feel superior; that couldn't be taken from her now! At last, she turned, going to roll the two of them onto their sides - and from there, to throw her body backward, looking to slam Finella's head and back up against the wall of the trash can! Hopefully, that would be enough to stun her enough for Chelsea to pull herself out - and from there, she had still more up her sleeve.
Across town, things couldn't be more different for Molly and Harmonia, who were enjoying a pleasant walk home. Molly looked up at the Austrian with a smile as she held tighter to her hands, nodding her head. "That's...a good way to look at it. Okay. Thanks, Moni...it really does help to hear. She nodded her head, even as her cheeks flushed red when Harmonia proclaimed her to be her world; she shrunk back into her coat out of reflex more so than shame. She'd heard it many times from Harmonia before, but it never failed to make her heart flutter in her chest.
But when the topic of conversation turned to the news getting out, Molly began to slow down, looking off into the distance. "Ah, yeah...I guess I hadn't thought of that." She stopped for a moment, thinking back on how far she'd come. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was a nobody. Molly had been moderately successful indie wrestler and a more successful cosplayer, but she never considered either of those things to be on the level of where she was now. She had her fans, of course; her natural charm went a long way. But all those people were into the same sects of nerdity as she was, and she could hardly call herself mainstream. It was just a hobby, she told herself; something she did on the side for fun, even if it was a nice bonus to make money from it. She never thought she'd even be considered to headline a tabloid.
Now, though, she was in Japan, living her dreams, with plenty of eager fans, a wealthy and glamorous girlfriend who was more than willing to give her anything she could ever ask for, and the media exposure of a world-class athlete. Her cheeks flushed a little, just thinking of it.
"Ah, right, right-!" Molly said, soon shaking herself back into reality as she ran up to Harmonia's side. "Sorry, Moni, just...got lost in thought there. But...yeah. We'll come to it when we come to it. No need to rush, right? I'm sure that when we know...we'll know." She too wrapped an arm around Harmonia's side as they walked arm in arm, looking back up at her with a smile.
"PISS OFF!! Mangy cunt!! Fleabittun 'ore!!" Chelsea bellowed. 'ere's 'ow ye taste!" She took a brief pause from her beatdown to spit directly into the Hellraiser's face, a sign of how highly she thought of her foe. But not even that seemed to slow Finella's tongue - and Chelsea was, all the same, that much more encouraged to escalate things further as a result, as she rammed her head straight into the trash can!
As Finella's face landed in the garbage, Chelsea threw back her head, laughing at her hated enemy's misfortune. Seeing Finella hopelessly sputtering and flailing with her face buried in refuse almost made up for everything she'd had to endure up to this point - almost. Either way, it was a side of Finella that Chelsea was eager to witness.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it! 'ow is it feel, bein' whuz ye belong, 'mm?" A grin crossed Chelsea's face as she rubbed Finella's face deeper into the trash, keeping her hand pressed firmly against the back of her head and her fingers laced in her hair for extra leverage. "Might as well leuv ye 'ere, like. Wuddun want ye go'n into yer big match without a chance ter eat up!"
Once again, Chelsea laughed. But this time, she was cut silent before she had a chance to finish her thought - as Finella lobbed a banana peel over her shoulder, straight into Chelsea's mouth! At once the Englishwoman's laughter was muffled, as she groaned against the impromptu gag in her mouth. She was forced to let go of Finella, taking a step back and shaking her head before spitting it out - but by then, it was too late. Finella had already grabbed a hold of Chelsea, and now, she was pulled down after her into the trash can, her cries of pain and anger muffled once again - this time by the garbage she had been grinding Finella's face into a moment ago!
"MMMFF!!" Chelsea flailed and kicked her legs, thrashing her body from side to side like the flailing of a dying animal. She had just had her moment to feel superior; that couldn't be taken from her now! At last, she turned, going to roll the two of them onto their sides - and from there, to throw her body backward, looking to slam Finella's head and back up against the wall of the trash can! Hopefully, that would be enough to stun her enough for Chelsea to pull herself out - and from there, she had still more up her sleeve.
Across town, things couldn't be more different for Molly and Harmonia, who were enjoying a pleasant walk home. Molly looked up at the Austrian with a smile as she held tighter to her hands, nodding her head. "That's...a good way to look at it. Okay. Thanks, Moni...it really does help to hear. She nodded her head, even as her cheeks flushed red when Harmonia proclaimed her to be her world; she shrunk back into her coat out of reflex more so than shame. She'd heard it many times from Harmonia before, but it never failed to make her heart flutter in her chest.
But when the topic of conversation turned to the news getting out, Molly began to slow down, looking off into the distance. "Ah, yeah...I guess I hadn't thought of that." She stopped for a moment, thinking back on how far she'd come. It was hard to believe that just a few years ago, she was a nobody. Molly had been moderately successful indie wrestler and a more successful cosplayer, but she never considered either of those things to be on the level of where she was now. She had her fans, of course; her natural charm went a long way. But all those people were into the same sects of nerdity as she was, and she could hardly call herself mainstream. It was just a hobby, she told herself; something she did on the side for fun, even if it was a nice bonus to make money from it. She never thought she'd even be considered to headline a tabloid.
Now, though, she was in Japan, living her dreams, with plenty of eager fans, a wealthy and glamorous girlfriend who was more than willing to give her anything she could ever ask for, and the media exposure of a world-class athlete. Her cheeks flushed a little, just thinking of it.
"Ah, right, right-!" Molly said, soon shaking herself back into reality as she ran up to Harmonia's side. "Sorry, Moni, just...got lost in thought there. But...yeah. We'll come to it when we come to it. No need to rush, right? I'm sure that when we know...we'll know." She too wrapped an arm around Harmonia's side as they walked arm in arm, looking back up at her with a smile.
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Re: Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)
This was neither a wrestling match, nor a boxing match or anything, it was a streetfight between two punk bitches that slammed each other into anything they could use as weapon and Finella and Chelsea would'nt have liked it any other way.
This was how they rolled, there were no rules to bind them, it was perfect!
And after coming, Finellas energies were at a new height was the needy wolf started to wake up and get the gears turning!
Only for her head to be dumped into a trashcan, speaking even more for the streefighting theme of their brawl.
Of their relentless punchout.
LAW would have paid good money to film what was going on in here, but this was something private, you could say, something holy between the two demons, this was alle but a testdrive to see what was to expected from one another and both woman soon recognized that the PPV would be much, much more grueling as this here.
At PPV there was much more at stake for those two hellcats, much more to lose, much more to gain.
Whoever would come out victorious, there was no doubt that the opponent would been nothing more then a stain on the wall as none of those two proud women backed away an inch.
They wanted to be close to each other to kick, slam, punch, stomp and rake at each other, damaging their bodies as good as they could
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"UUUAGH!", Finella screamed as the bitch dared to stomp her groin.
"You cheating, dirty whore!"
She grabbed for Chelseas leg and swept it away, making the Bunny go down before jumping her with a hateful snarl, her hands in Chelseas hair, their naked bodies pressed against each other.
Then it happened.
Chelsea spat her in the face, blinding Finella and making her vulnerable for the next attack that came in form of a dirty streetifght classes, namely the tossing into the trashcan.
"Gagh.."
She wnanted to gag as she smelled the rotting inside of the can before her rival pressed her, facefirst into the nasty garbage.
"Gfffhgwagh...."
Finella had to held back the urge to puke right into her prison, making the experience even more grueling but Finella would'nt be Finella if she had'nt an answer.
The other gangleader, you could'nt describe t any other way, managed to cock her head out of the garbage long enough to sent her leg straight up wards behind her,
"Fucking mistake...", she grunted and turned around.
"My turn...gaaaaah!", she screamed and started to rain down punches into her opponent in the space of millisecons, each blow that her second wind, thanks to the big orgasm, fueling the lusty wolves batteries again as she sent punch after punch in Chelseas body, grinning as she felt her fist connec twith the tense body of her rival.
"Alright you like to talk trash and speak like you ate trash...why not LIVE IN THERE!", she screamed and now it was Chelseas turn to got her smellingbuds rearragend.
"Fucking little whore..."
But the Hellraisers luck did'nt last long as her opponent managed to buckle up, sending both of them to the floor, almost as if they would lie in spoon and cuddle with each other, which was quickly rearranged by Chelsea and her body shootin back at hers, kicking Finella away from her.
"Ugh..."
The Hellraiser shook her head and tried to get up, immediatly!
But sadly, Chelsea was faster, fueled by pure pride, as she grabbed Finellas hair...
Harmonia smiled and wrapped an arm around Molly.
"Yeah, thats better, thats my Molly! My little superstar!", she chuckled and bent over to kiss her cheek.
Oh, how Harmonia loved her girlfriend. She would do everything and more just to make Molly smile, keeping her safe and sound.
Chelsea was training at their home, Finella was out with Sheila, everything went it's way, the gears were set in motion...well, Harmonia did even allow herself to hope that they would get the two rebellrousers on one table before the PPV, getting sure that they, Harmonia now really getting delusional, making things up and having a fair and good match...
Oh how naive she still could be.
She listened to Molly and nodded.
"When we know, we know. You know what I know, now?", she grinned and suddenly Molly was picked up from the ground again and onto Harmonia arms.
The model had became stronger, it was undeniable. She could lift Molly without any effort and held her up as if she would hold a baby or something, she did'nt feel Mollys weight anymore, and the people that would face Harmonia, the new Superstar, could only guess what was in store for them as neither Harmonias soul nor her body were the same anymore.
"...lets head home and..."
Molly had tried to convince her to read more mangas and give certain animes a shot as she smiled.
"cuddle in our bed and watch animes?", she said and smiled up to her girlfriend
This was how they rolled, there were no rules to bind them, it was perfect!
And after coming, Finellas energies were at a new height was the needy wolf started to wake up and get the gears turning!
Only for her head to be dumped into a trashcan, speaking even more for the streefighting theme of their brawl.
Of their relentless punchout.
LAW would have paid good money to film what was going on in here, but this was something private, you could say, something holy between the two demons, this was alle but a testdrive to see what was to expected from one another and both woman soon recognized that the PPV would be much, much more grueling as this here.
At PPV there was much more at stake for those two hellcats, much more to lose, much more to gain.
Whoever would come out victorious, there was no doubt that the opponent would been nothing more then a stain on the wall as none of those two proud women backed away an inch.
They wanted to be close to each other to kick, slam, punch, stomp and rake at each other, damaging their bodies as good as they could
'
"UUUAGH!", Finella screamed as the bitch dared to stomp her groin.
"You cheating, dirty whore!"
She grabbed for Chelseas leg and swept it away, making the Bunny go down before jumping her with a hateful snarl, her hands in Chelseas hair, their naked bodies pressed against each other.
Then it happened.
Chelsea spat her in the face, blinding Finella and making her vulnerable for the next attack that came in form of a dirty streetifght classes, namely the tossing into the trashcan.
"Gagh.."
She wnanted to gag as she smelled the rotting inside of the can before her rival pressed her, facefirst into the nasty garbage.
"Gfffhgwagh...."
Finella had to held back the urge to puke right into her prison, making the experience even more grueling but Finella would'nt be Finella if she had'nt an answer.
The other gangleader, you could'nt describe t any other way, managed to cock her head out of the garbage long enough to sent her leg straight up wards behind her,
"Fucking mistake...", she grunted and turned around.
"My turn...gaaaaah!", she screamed and started to rain down punches into her opponent in the space of millisecons, each blow that her second wind, thanks to the big orgasm, fueling the lusty wolves batteries again as she sent punch after punch in Chelseas body, grinning as she felt her fist connec twith the tense body of her rival.
"Alright you like to talk trash and speak like you ate trash...why not LIVE IN THERE!", she screamed and now it was Chelseas turn to got her smellingbuds rearragend.
"Fucking little whore..."
But the Hellraisers luck did'nt last long as her opponent managed to buckle up, sending both of them to the floor, almost as if they would lie in spoon and cuddle with each other, which was quickly rearranged by Chelsea and her body shootin back at hers, kicking Finella away from her.
"Ugh..."
The Hellraiser shook her head and tried to get up, immediatly!
But sadly, Chelsea was faster, fueled by pure pride, as she grabbed Finellas hair...
Harmonia smiled and wrapped an arm around Molly.
"Yeah, thats better, thats my Molly! My little superstar!", she chuckled and bent over to kiss her cheek.
Oh, how Harmonia loved her girlfriend. She would do everything and more just to make Molly smile, keeping her safe and sound.
Chelsea was training at their home, Finella was out with Sheila, everything went it's way, the gears were set in motion...well, Harmonia did even allow herself to hope that they would get the two rebellrousers on one table before the PPV, getting sure that they, Harmonia now really getting delusional, making things up and having a fair and good match...
Oh how naive she still could be.
She listened to Molly and nodded.
"When we know, we know. You know what I know, now?", she grinned and suddenly Molly was picked up from the ground again and onto Harmonia arms.
The model had became stronger, it was undeniable. She could lift Molly without any effort and held her up as if she would hold a baby or something, she did'nt feel Mollys weight anymore, and the people that would face Harmonia, the new Superstar, could only guess what was in store for them as neither Harmonias soul nor her body were the same anymore.
"...lets head home and..."
Molly had tried to convince her to read more mangas and give certain animes a shot as she smiled.
"cuddle in our bed and watch animes?", she said and smiled up to her girlfriend
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Re: Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)
Neither Chelsea nor Finella were going to accept being kept down for long - either in their current brawl, or in their feud as a whole. Every time one of them looked to get an edge on the other, their rival was quick to take back control - and when they did, they were even more eager to punish their foe for forcing them to endure the sorts of torments and humiliations they did. That had defined their interactions ever since the two met, and in their current meeting, that energy was only at its strongest of all.
Chelsea barely had any time to celebrate shoving Finella face-first into the trash can, tossing her head back with a cackle of sadistic glee, before the Hellraiser struck back. First, she tossed the banana peel into Chelsea's mouth, muffling her laughter and forcing her to take a step back as she shook the moment of confusion out of her head, spitting her impromptu gag out in the process. But by that point, Finella has already kicked her leg out behind her - and it struck Chelsea in the shin, sending her toppling forward! Crying out in shock, the Englishwoman had nowhere to go but down - down into the same trash that she'd been shoving Finella up against a moment ago!
"Gaah-!" Chelsea fell against the wall of the can with a metallic clang. Against their weight, the can toppled over on its side with the two brawlers inside - but that did little to slow them down. A moment later that impact was echoed by those of Finella's knuckles slamming into Chelsea again and again. The punches rained down all over her sides and ribs, her naked body colored with bruises, scratch marks, and scuffs from the intensity and chaos of their brawl. With the two of them inside the trash can, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. They had no choice but to take every inch of punishment thrown their way - but even when she had her head buried in trash, Chelsea was determined to fight back!
Her battle cries muffled, her insults forced to go silent when opening her mouth threatened to assault her senses with noxious fumes, Chelsea nonetheless kicked and flailed with her legs, her fists and elbows shooting out in all directions, as the can rocked violently back and forth with each motion they made. She couldn't see where she was aiming, but that didn't matter - as long as some of her attacks reached Finella, she'd be satisfied!
And eventually, Chelsea went a step beyond - as she bucked off the ground, flipping her whole body to come crashing into Finella's own! Her full weight rammed against the Hellraiser's, her elbow driving into her stomach as she slammed her back into the metal of the can. In the process, the trash can went rolling away from the two of them, and only when it dumped them out did the fatigue catch up to the two girls, leaving them bruised and groaning on the floor amidst the refuse they had smothered each other with.
For a moment, Chelsea lay there, leaning against Finella's back as her chest rose and fell with haggard pants. Her whole body felt sore and numb from the damage they'd inflicted on one another, and as they lay in a heap, she could feel every inch of the Hellraiser's bare skin warm and soft against her own - which only made her clench her teeth in rage at the thought, as she realized how much she couldn't stand being so close to Finella when she wasn't strangling her!
Her fists clenched and her teeth grit, and she summoned the strength she needed to at last begin the struggle anew, planting a kick against Finella's side that sent her rolling onto her front. Already, Chelsea could feel her strength return to her as she rose to her hands and knees - and her fingers curled into waiting talons, eager to find purchase in her victims' flesh. This wasn't done yet, she knew - and it was that knowledge that have her the willpower she needed to keep at it!
"'orrid bitch!!" Letting out a roar as she shoved herself back up, Chelsea took a thunderous step forward to close in on Finella. The Wolf readied herself, but by then, Chelsea had already circled behind her, burying two fists deep in her hair. She gave it a hard tug from either side, shaking Finella's head back and forth - and from there, she shoved her forward, slamming her weight against the brunette's shoulders to send her stumbling out of the massage room and into the hallway beyond. Careening across the hall, Chelsea rammed Finella into a water fountain, turning it on as her chest came crashing into the button on the front. And then, Chelsea yanked down harder still on her hair to drive her face against the metal of the basin, in the process causing the water to spray onto her head!
"You're smellin' especially awful after dat!" the blonde snapped, shoving her chest up against Finella's back to keep her down. "'eyer, ler rus clean ye off!"
At Harmonia's praise, Molly blushed harder, but she giggled nonetheless. The love Harmonia had for her, she knew, was only the purest and the most heartfelt, and it was an honor to hear it coming from her. Every word reminded her of how much she meant to her girlfriend, and she was determined to repay it tenfold. She would only laugh harder when she felt Harmonia scoop her up off the ground, carrying her in the air - and when she looked back at the Austrian, it was with a bright and beaming smile, and she leaned in closer to wrap her arms around her shoulders. "Heh...you really are getting strong, you know!" she said. "But...let's do it," she added, planting a kiss on Harmonia's cheek. "With you, I can't imagine anything better..."
Chelsea barely had any time to celebrate shoving Finella face-first into the trash can, tossing her head back with a cackle of sadistic glee, before the Hellraiser struck back. First, she tossed the banana peel into Chelsea's mouth, muffling her laughter and forcing her to take a step back as she shook the moment of confusion out of her head, spitting her impromptu gag out in the process. But by that point, Finella has already kicked her leg out behind her - and it struck Chelsea in the shin, sending her toppling forward! Crying out in shock, the Englishwoman had nowhere to go but down - down into the same trash that she'd been shoving Finella up against a moment ago!
"Gaah-!" Chelsea fell against the wall of the can with a metallic clang. Against their weight, the can toppled over on its side with the two brawlers inside - but that did little to slow them down. A moment later that impact was echoed by those of Finella's knuckles slamming into Chelsea again and again. The punches rained down all over her sides and ribs, her naked body colored with bruises, scratch marks, and scuffs from the intensity and chaos of their brawl. With the two of them inside the trash can, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. They had no choice but to take every inch of punishment thrown their way - but even when she had her head buried in trash, Chelsea was determined to fight back!
Her battle cries muffled, her insults forced to go silent when opening her mouth threatened to assault her senses with noxious fumes, Chelsea nonetheless kicked and flailed with her legs, her fists and elbows shooting out in all directions, as the can rocked violently back and forth with each motion they made. She couldn't see where she was aiming, but that didn't matter - as long as some of her attacks reached Finella, she'd be satisfied!
And eventually, Chelsea went a step beyond - as she bucked off the ground, flipping her whole body to come crashing into Finella's own! Her full weight rammed against the Hellraiser's, her elbow driving into her stomach as she slammed her back into the metal of the can. In the process, the trash can went rolling away from the two of them, and only when it dumped them out did the fatigue catch up to the two girls, leaving them bruised and groaning on the floor amidst the refuse they had smothered each other with.
For a moment, Chelsea lay there, leaning against Finella's back as her chest rose and fell with haggard pants. Her whole body felt sore and numb from the damage they'd inflicted on one another, and as they lay in a heap, she could feel every inch of the Hellraiser's bare skin warm and soft against her own - which only made her clench her teeth in rage at the thought, as she realized how much she couldn't stand being so close to Finella when she wasn't strangling her!
Her fists clenched and her teeth grit, and she summoned the strength she needed to at last begin the struggle anew, planting a kick against Finella's side that sent her rolling onto her front. Already, Chelsea could feel her strength return to her as she rose to her hands and knees - and her fingers curled into waiting talons, eager to find purchase in her victims' flesh. This wasn't done yet, she knew - and it was that knowledge that have her the willpower she needed to keep at it!
"'orrid bitch!!" Letting out a roar as she shoved herself back up, Chelsea took a thunderous step forward to close in on Finella. The Wolf readied herself, but by then, Chelsea had already circled behind her, burying two fists deep in her hair. She gave it a hard tug from either side, shaking Finella's head back and forth - and from there, she shoved her forward, slamming her weight against the brunette's shoulders to send her stumbling out of the massage room and into the hallway beyond. Careening across the hall, Chelsea rammed Finella into a water fountain, turning it on as her chest came crashing into the button on the front. And then, Chelsea yanked down harder still on her hair to drive her face against the metal of the basin, in the process causing the water to spray onto her head!
"You're smellin' especially awful after dat!" the blonde snapped, shoving her chest up against Finella's back to keep her down. "'eyer, ler rus clean ye off!"
At Harmonia's praise, Molly blushed harder, but she giggled nonetheless. The love Harmonia had for her, she knew, was only the purest and the most heartfelt, and it was an honor to hear it coming from her. Every word reminded her of how much she meant to her girlfriend, and she was determined to repay it tenfold. She would only laugh harder when she felt Harmonia scoop her up off the ground, carrying her in the air - and when she looked back at the Austrian, it was with a bright and beaming smile, and she leaned in closer to wrap her arms around her shoulders. "Heh...you really are getting strong, you know!" she said. "But...let's do it," she added, planting a kiss on Harmonia's cheek. "With you, I can't imagine anything better..."
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Re: Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)
Finella and Chelsea were on each throats again.
The two venegful lightweights wanted to put each other down, this much was clear.
So their wrath exploded when their best efforts still were'nt enough to finally gettingr a decision over one another.
It was a frustrating, cruel truth they had to live with:
They were even.
And neither Finella nor Chelsea could accept this insult, this farce.
Their trail of destruction was a grueling one, starting with a bloody crack in a mirror, followed by ripped piece of clothing around the reddend floor, ending at a table in the massage room where sweat, blood and a puddle of another particulary bodyfluid was on the floor, just showing what a turn their fight had went.
And now both women were stuck, skin to skin, in garbage can.
But this could'nt stop them either, it rather liftied their fighting spirits,as both women sent punch after punch, kick after kick, rake after rake into each others bodies with no chance of escape.
They had to take what had been dished out and with these two, that was a lot.
"Ungh...gah...ugha..."
Finella started to feel sore, used, her energy which had gotten another boost with her big orgasm was slowly vaining...
But she felt that Chelsea was on her last straw too...
Now it became a battle of stamina, of course another thing no woman would give up on.
Finellas bruised right side was attacked relentlessly by Chelsea and when one strike hit hard she coughed and gagged, suddenly getting Chelsea in control who jumped at her with her elbow outstretched.
"Gnghhh..."
Finella was slammed against the iron wall of the can which fell down and started to roll away, both women in a deadly grasp.
The can slammed into a wall, dumping the two demons out on the tilted floor in a heap of bruised, battered and scratched flesh.
Finellas head was on Chelseas breasts, her eyes were looking into space as her whole body was a wound in and on itself...
How wonderful would it had been to just lay here and...but no, it was Chelsea, it was still
motherfucking Chelsea.
"Shiteating, teasipping, Island Whore!", she screamed and both women grunted in annoyance as they parted from each other, Chelsea raising her arms and Finella all to eager to meet her as the Bunny stepped aside behind the Hellraiser and grabbed her hair, digging her talons into her scalp.
"Aaaah! Fucking Liverpool Slut! Let go! I said let go!",she screamed but was to out of it and in too much pain to do anything and had to accept the way Chelsea walked them, outside the massage rooms and to the poolside where a waterfountain was located.
"Hey what are you..."
Clung!
Her head was shoved into the ceramicbowl, her face pressed against the bottom of the sink.
"Fuck you, you stinking, dirty, cu-aaaaah!", she screeched as the icecold water hit her head, making her scream.
Chelseas breasts pressed themselves in her back, stopping her from getting up as the Scouser tortured her with the cold water...
But Finella would'nt be Finella if she had'nt fight back with all she had!
She mustered to gather enough strength to lift a surprised Chelsea, housting her up on her back, her feet dangling over the floor, as Finella released the loudest scream she might ever had made audible!
She grabbed both sides of the sink an for a last time, flexed all her impressive muscles and shoved them both away from the sink, both women tumbling around, backwards, two girlish screams...
As they landed in the water of the pool, with an audible big splash!
Finella dived up from the water above and took a big breath of fresh air.
She clenched her teeth and grabbed for the blondes hair, pulling her back up.
"Payback's a bitch!", she snarled as she wrapped her arms around Chelsea, took a deep breath and went down with her, bearhugging Chelsea underwater!
Their eyes met and the Hellraiser, summoned her last ressources to finally crush her opponent and leave her own turf as the winner...
The two venegful lightweights wanted to put each other down, this much was clear.
So their wrath exploded when their best efforts still were'nt enough to finally gettingr a decision over one another.
It was a frustrating, cruel truth they had to live with:
They were even.
And neither Finella nor Chelsea could accept this insult, this farce.
Their trail of destruction was a grueling one, starting with a bloody crack in a mirror, followed by ripped piece of clothing around the reddend floor, ending at a table in the massage room where sweat, blood and a puddle of another particulary bodyfluid was on the floor, just showing what a turn their fight had went.
And now both women were stuck, skin to skin, in garbage can.
But this could'nt stop them either, it rather liftied their fighting spirits,as both women sent punch after punch, kick after kick, rake after rake into each others bodies with no chance of escape.
They had to take what had been dished out and with these two, that was a lot.
"Ungh...gah...ugha..."
Finella started to feel sore, used, her energy which had gotten another boost with her big orgasm was slowly vaining...
But she felt that Chelsea was on her last straw too...
Now it became a battle of stamina, of course another thing no woman would give up on.
Finellas bruised right side was attacked relentlessly by Chelsea and when one strike hit hard she coughed and gagged, suddenly getting Chelsea in control who jumped at her with her elbow outstretched.
"Gnghhh..."
Finella was slammed against the iron wall of the can which fell down and started to roll away, both women in a deadly grasp.
The can slammed into a wall, dumping the two demons out on the tilted floor in a heap of bruised, battered and scratched flesh.
Finellas head was on Chelseas breasts, her eyes were looking into space as her whole body was a wound in and on itself...
How wonderful would it had been to just lay here and...but no, it was Chelsea, it was still
motherfucking Chelsea.
"Shiteating, teasipping, Island Whore!", she screamed and both women grunted in annoyance as they parted from each other, Chelsea raising her arms and Finella all to eager to meet her as the Bunny stepped aside behind the Hellraiser and grabbed her hair, digging her talons into her scalp.
"Aaaah! Fucking Liverpool Slut! Let go! I said let go!",she screamed but was to out of it and in too much pain to do anything and had to accept the way Chelsea walked them, outside the massage rooms and to the poolside where a waterfountain was located.
"Hey what are you..."
Clung!
Her head was shoved into the ceramicbowl, her face pressed against the bottom of the sink.
"Fuck you, you stinking, dirty, cu-aaaaah!", she screeched as the icecold water hit her head, making her scream.
Chelseas breasts pressed themselves in her back, stopping her from getting up as the Scouser tortured her with the cold water...
But Finella would'nt be Finella if she had'nt fight back with all she had!
She mustered to gather enough strength to lift a surprised Chelsea, housting her up on her back, her feet dangling over the floor, as Finella released the loudest scream she might ever had made audible!
She grabbed both sides of the sink an for a last time, flexed all her impressive muscles and shoved them both away from the sink, both women tumbling around, backwards, two girlish screams...
As they landed in the water of the pool, with an audible big splash!
Finella dived up from the water above and took a big breath of fresh air.
She clenched her teeth and grabbed for the blondes hair, pulling her back up.
"Payback's a bitch!", she snarled as she wrapped her arms around Chelsea, took a deep breath and went down with her, bearhugging Chelsea underwater!
Their eyes met and the Hellraiser, summoned her last ressources to finally crush her opponent and leave her own turf as the winner...
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Re: Chelsea Forsters War (for CaptainL)
In shoving Finella into the garbage can, Chelsea had hoped to humiliate her rival, showing her where she belonged. She wanted to tear Finella's own smug, superior attitude out from under her and push her face into the very filth that the Englishwoman regarded her as. But Finella wasn't content to leave things there. She still had it in her to fight back - and the next thing she knew, Chelsea found herself swept off her feet, tumbling head-over-heels into the trash can. Now, the same object Chelsea had sought to use as a punishment had become the arena for their hatred to unfold, with both girls exchanging blows within its tight confines. All they could do was fight it out to the bitter end, and Chelsea was more than ready to rise to the challenge.
But eventually, their brawl became so uncontrollable that not even the trash can could hope to contain them. At last, they went rolling back onto the floor - and though they had to stop and catch their breath, this wouldn't slow them down for long. Soon enough, Chelsea was back on her feet, ensnaring Finella by the hair and pulling her out of the room. All the while she had to endure Finella's annoying voice screaming invective in her direction, and she hissed in rage, her body stiffening as her fingers coiled tighter around the strands of hair in her grasp. "Shut it already, ye disease-riddun mungrel slut!" she shouted, throwing a kick behind her in Finella's direction. But Chelsea couldn't lose sight of the fact that none of Finella's insults mattered. None of them were going to compare with what fate the Englishwoman had in store for her - as she slammed Finella's face and chest against the water fountain as she stepped into the pool room beyond!
As the cold water sprayed over Finella's face, Chelsea threw her head back and laughed. Though the Hellraiser tried to resist, Chelsea forced her weight down against her from behind, holding her foe against the fountain. "Wa' wuz dat? Am sorry 'bout dat, can't 'ear ye!" Chelsea taunted. "Did ye say ye wanted a drink?" She leaned in closer still, attempting to press a hand against the back of Finella's head to direct her face against the water stream - but it was just then that the brunette found the strength she needed to fight back.
Suddenly, Finella rose - and Chelsea gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground in the process. "'ey, 'ey! Watch it-!" she shouted. Her legs kicked at the air, and she tried to grab hold of Finella to stay on, her nails ripping at her sides. But nothing could prepare Chelsea for what came next - as Finella threw her weight backward, bringing both herself and Chelsea crashing down into the pool with a splash!
Chelsea let out a scream as the water splattered the walls and floor outside the pool. Her arms and legs flailed out blindly around her as she sank lower in the water, trying to grab and slap at whatever she could. Against all the torment Finella had inflicted on her scalp, coupled with being plunged into the water, Chelsea's hair ribbon came free, floating to the surface as her blonde tresses fell loose in the water. But Chelsea herself would soon be next to surface, as Finella grabbed a hold of that same hair, yanking her up!
As she broke the surface of the water, Chelsea threw back her head, gasping for air - yet her lungs were emptied a moment later in a cry of pain and rage. She tried to fight back, drawing back a fist to drive it against Finella's ribs, but the Wolf soon grabbed a tight hold of her, diving down beneath the water once more. A splash went up around them as they descended. At once, Chelsea's cries were silenced beneath the gasps and burbles of finding herself submerged in the pool.
When her eyes grew accustomed to the water, Chelsea stared Finella down with a glare of hatred. The chlorine stung wherever it touched the many cuts and scratches left across her body, and with Finella's arms wrapped tightly around her ribs, she could feel the pressure closing in around her, each inch her rival squeezed leaving her gasping and groaning as her body lurched and shook. But if there was one thing Chelsea knew, it was that it couldn't be over now. She couldn't leave it at this. She needed to fight back; as long as she still breathed, Finella couldn't win! She swung out with her fists, attempting to hammer her rival's ribs and sides, while her legs kicked beneath her, stirring up the water into a fury of motion!
But eventually, their brawl became so uncontrollable that not even the trash can could hope to contain them. At last, they went rolling back onto the floor - and though they had to stop and catch their breath, this wouldn't slow them down for long. Soon enough, Chelsea was back on her feet, ensnaring Finella by the hair and pulling her out of the room. All the while she had to endure Finella's annoying voice screaming invective in her direction, and she hissed in rage, her body stiffening as her fingers coiled tighter around the strands of hair in her grasp. "Shut it already, ye disease-riddun mungrel slut!" she shouted, throwing a kick behind her in Finella's direction. But Chelsea couldn't lose sight of the fact that none of Finella's insults mattered. None of them were going to compare with what fate the Englishwoman had in store for her - as she slammed Finella's face and chest against the water fountain as she stepped into the pool room beyond!
As the cold water sprayed over Finella's face, Chelsea threw her head back and laughed. Though the Hellraiser tried to resist, Chelsea forced her weight down against her from behind, holding her foe against the fountain. "Wa' wuz dat? Am sorry 'bout dat, can't 'ear ye!" Chelsea taunted. "Did ye say ye wanted a drink?" She leaned in closer still, attempting to press a hand against the back of Finella's head to direct her face against the water stream - but it was just then that the brunette found the strength she needed to fight back.
Suddenly, Finella rose - and Chelsea gasped as she felt her feet leave the ground in the process. "'ey, 'ey! Watch it-!" she shouted. Her legs kicked at the air, and she tried to grab hold of Finella to stay on, her nails ripping at her sides. But nothing could prepare Chelsea for what came next - as Finella threw her weight backward, bringing both herself and Chelsea crashing down into the pool with a splash!
Chelsea let out a scream as the water splattered the walls and floor outside the pool. Her arms and legs flailed out blindly around her as she sank lower in the water, trying to grab and slap at whatever she could. Against all the torment Finella had inflicted on her scalp, coupled with being plunged into the water, Chelsea's hair ribbon came free, floating to the surface as her blonde tresses fell loose in the water. But Chelsea herself would soon be next to surface, as Finella grabbed a hold of that same hair, yanking her up!
As she broke the surface of the water, Chelsea threw back her head, gasping for air - yet her lungs were emptied a moment later in a cry of pain and rage. She tried to fight back, drawing back a fist to drive it against Finella's ribs, but the Wolf soon grabbed a tight hold of her, diving down beneath the water once more. A splash went up around them as they descended. At once, Chelsea's cries were silenced beneath the gasps and burbles of finding herself submerged in the pool.
When her eyes grew accustomed to the water, Chelsea stared Finella down with a glare of hatred. The chlorine stung wherever it touched the many cuts and scratches left across her body, and with Finella's arms wrapped tightly around her ribs, she could feel the pressure closing in around her, each inch her rival squeezed leaving her gasping and groaning as her body lurched and shook. But if there was one thing Chelsea knew, it was that it couldn't be over now. She couldn't leave it at this. She needed to fight back; as long as she still breathed, Finella couldn't win! She swung out with her fists, attempting to hammer her rival's ribs and sides, while her legs kicked beneath her, stirring up the water into a fury of motion!
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