Post by caspian on Jan 16, 2017 7:00:43 GMT -6
(All Results by Lookout!, Words by Cas)
Hannah: Tahnee:
Hannah: Tahnee:
With each pump of iron, Hannah Ferguson let out an even more disgruntled growl of frustration. It had been close to three weeks since her humiliating defeat at the hands of Australian model Tahnee Atkinson, losing to the upstart in the Finals of the latest JMDD tournament. All she got was lucky, Hannah thought to herself, again lifting up the barbells, pushing her biceps to the limits. One-on-one, fair and square, I would’ve KO’ed her in the first round.
What’s worse, Hannah thought, was that the b*tch was already going around flaunting her newfound status as Queen of JMDD, challenging Brooklyn Decker herself and eyeing the JMDD title that rightfully belonged to her! F*ck it! Hannah exhaled one last time, pushing the barbell up to the max and finally letting it rest above her head. No, what was the absolute worse was the daily humiliation in the new: Tahnee stops Ferguson Freight Train! All Hail the New Queen of JMDD! and magazine covers: A victorious Atkinson standing over Ferguson, engulfing her face in her massive jugs.
Hannah’s face turns a scarlet crimson from that particular memory, vowing to never let it happen again. A rematch in the ring was rumoured to already be in the works, the details being worked out by both management teams, but damn it, Hannah wanted her revenge right there and then. Why, if she ever saw the little b*tch again on the streets, she’d--
“I can’t believe she went down so easily! *giggle*”
Hannah swivels her head at that familiar, irritating voice - it was Tahnee Atkinson, the devil herself, at the other corner of the gym, no doubt bragging about her win again to another male patron in order to get into his pants, the little skank! It was already getting late, and the gym was emptying. Hannah watched from behind some gym equipment as Tahnee wrapped a seductive hand around his waist, leading him suggestively towards the locker room door.
This was her chance, Hannah thought, wanting to teach the ‘champion’ who was really the better woman.
***
Tahnee Atkinson was feeling at the top of the world now. First, winning the JMDD tournament in 2016 was a big achievement for her, especially being able to knock out her rival, Hannah Ferguson and getting revenge for her first loss. ‘Whose jugs are better now, b*tch?’ Atkinson had thought to herself as she relinquished the smother, seeing Hannah’s shocked face below her. Now, after her victory, she had been getting congratulations from her stable mates, various admirers and not to mention, scoring with the men, once they learnt that it was she that finally humbled the famed Ms Ferguson.
“You’re the one who smothered Hannah Ferguson, aren’t you?” a particularly cute, but ripped gym patron had been the only one to stop staring at her while she worked out with the weights and approached her directly. Tahnee could only smirk as she took advantage of her newfound fame and sexual prowess, flirting with the young gentleman discreetly, to the point of leading him back to the showers with just the touch of her finger on his waist.
It was close to midnight, and the only other user of the shower room quickly vacated the premises after being surprised by the presence of a female in the men’s locker room, nonetheless a hot, striking model like Tahnee Atkinson. Before Tahnee could take advantage of their newfound privacy, however, she was interrupted by a familiar, hated voice from behind:
“Always knew you were a little whore, Asskissson.”
Tahnee whipped around to find Hannah Ferguson standing behind them, arms folded across her chest, leaning against the light blue tiles from across the room. The gorgeous blonde was dressed in a black sports bra and tights, showing off her toned figure - obviously having recovered from their encounter in the ring.
Tahnee smirked back at the comment, pulling away from her male prey and turning to face her rival. “You said the same time last month, Hannah, before I whooped your arse and pressed my jugs into your face.”
Both Hannah and the male gym-goer turn pink at the reminder. The guy tries to interrupt the encounter: “Errr, maybe I should leave and--??”
“Shut up, you’re not going anywhere. I beat you fair and square, Ferguson. I deserve a damn prize.” Tahnee interrupts, blocking his path with an arm and herding him back behind.
Hannah lets out a short laugh, striding over to Tahnee and coming face-to-face with her. “Fair and square?” she says. “You got the luck of the draw with your first few opponents. I cleaned up the trash for you before you got lucky in the finals.”
Now Tahnee’s turn to take a step in, beaming confidently as she comes nose to nose with Hannah. “‘I got lucky’ means ‘I’m still better than you’, b*tch.”
“How about we settle it right here, right now?” Hannah pokes a finger at Tahnee’s chest. Both girls couldn’t be more alike in terms of size and height. “No gimmicks, no interference,” Hannah continues. “Just you... versus me.”
Tahnee smiles condescendingly at the suggestion. “Would love to, but me and….” she turns behind to the guy. “...What’s your name again?”
“Josh.”
“Josh and I were busy--”
“Being a little molly-cloddler?” Hannah interjects, watching Tahnee’s face go red. “Yes, Tahnee, you’ve been nothing but a freaking prostitute, flaunting your win to every guy you see. I’ll--”
Before Hannah could finish her sentence, a right hand SLAPS across her cheek, swiveling her head to the right.
“If I have to smother you out again to teach you some manners, I will, you little wh*re.” Tahnee huffs through baited breath. “I can’t wait to--”
CRACK. Hannah returns the slap with an open-palm of her own that reverberates about the locker room, and with that, the fight is on…
***
Both girls lunge at each other in the tiny confines of the locker room, bodies clashing in their tightly fitting sportswear, wanting to break the other in half, both mentally and physically, evident from the vicious tugging of hair, the ripping of fabric and the use of nails and slaps to flesh and skin. Both ladies grunt and scream as they jockey about in the middle of the room, leveraging each other’s pain for a better position.
Tahnee is first to gain that advantage in the fight, tugging violently on blonde hair with both hands whilst sending a painful knee into Hannah’s mid-section, doubling her over with an ouuff. Shedding any sort of baby-like, angelic features, Tahnee’s face is filled with pure rage as she repeats her knee-lift, mashing her kneecap into the pit of Hannah’s belly. “Your abs failed you the last time we met, Hannah…” she hisses. “Perhaps you didn’t get the memo.”
Hannah only groans as Tahnee relishes her early advantage, licking her lips as she turns to Josh, who’s still standing in the corner. “Lock the f*cking door, and don’t you dare go anywhere. This will be over soon.”
Josh does as he’s told, flipping the lock with a CLICK, ensuring their privacy. Tahnee turns her attention back to the captured blonde, pulling her up by the hair and shoving her forcefully back towards the metal lockers. Both girls collide with a BANG - Hannah exhaling as air knocked from her lungs and Tahnee happily pinning her body to the lockers, taking advantage of the momentary stun to trace a taunting finger down the curve of Hannah’s belly and cooing: “I’m gonna break you in half, Hannah, once and for all.”
But the tingling sensation down her tummy reminds Hannah why she’s there. With a grunt, she tugs on Tahnee’s locks, distracting the brunette, then shoots her knee upwards, right between her enemy’s legs! Tahnee lets out a primal scream as her womanhood is suddenly set ablaze: her body slackens in Hannah’s grip, but the blonde doesn't relinquish her prey, keeping the hold on her hair and wrestling her around, now slamming her body into the metallic frame behind. Hannah not taking any chances, immediately pistoning a fist into Tahnee’s belly, doubling her over with a grunt. Tahnee moans as Hannah pulls her head back by the hair and hisses in her face: “We’ll see whose body breaks first, b*tch,” before slamming another fist into her mid-section. Smiling seductively, Hannah traces her own finger down the brunette’s sore abs, in a similar taunt from before, before allowing Tahnee to collapse in a heap at her feet, both hands cradling her womanhood. Hannah’s eyes glint with devious intent, as she now spins around and strides towards the cowering Josh in the corner.
“Who’s this, Tahnee, your new boy toy?” Hannah coos in Josh’s face, who immediately tenses up. “Aren't you gonna introduce me?” Hannah laughs as she slides her hand around his waist.
“Stay away from him, you little b*tch!” is the last thing Hannah hears before she’s tackled from behind by an enraged Tahnee who doesn’t like to share. Hannah, dazed, finds herself pinned to the ground by the brunette, who starts raining fists down into her face and body. But Tahnee not straddling the blonde firmly, who’s concentrating on pounding her fists into her chest instead, allowing a bucking Hannah to throw her assailant off her, reversing their positions and allowing Hannah to repay Tahnee with fist after fist into her own jugs PUH PUH PUH PUH. Tahnee squealing with rage below, bucking her pelvis upwards to unseat the blonde, but Hannah holding on to her by the hair, taunting as she continues the blows: “So these are the jugs that won you the tournament?” Hannah flattens Tahnee’s right boob with her knuckles. “They don’t deserve to win anything, in my opinion-- hhhggh”
Before Hannah can launch another boob assault, Tahnee sends a hard SLAP to Hannah’s cheek from below, stunning the blonde. “Why you little-- hngghh” Tahnee silences her again with another stinging blow to Hannah’s face, disorientating her on her perch. Soon, Hannah shrieking from the blows and pulling back, allowing Tahnee to throw her off with a thrust of her body upwards. With a shriek of rage, Tahnee vaults up and sends a knee crashing into Hannah’s nose, sending flecks of blood flying into the air. Hannah gasps in shock as she shuts her eyes, and pain shoots through her scalp as Tahnee pulls her up to her feet with both hands - another knee to her tummy draws a gruuuh as Tahnee forces Hannah back along a corridor, soon finding themselves in the shower room.
Tahnee grinning, pins a moaning Ferguson against the wall in one of the shower stalls, coos into her face: “Everyone’s bragging about those sh*t jugs of yours, including you. Why don’t I give them a good scrubbing, once and for all?” Tahnee teases she plugs a fist into Hannah’s left breast, drawing a squeal of outrage from the blonde, who suddenly retaliates with her own fist to Tahnee’s tummy, drawing a low grunt. The two beauties begin punishing each other with close quarters fists to offensive bodies, drawing loud grunts of GGURRRKs and HUGGGHHHs, but the small confines of the shower stall seems to favor the heavier set Tahnee, who manages to muscle Hannah about, drawing back a particularly nasty fist and pistoning it into Hannah’s rapidly weakening abs, doubling the blonde over her fist with a loud groan. Tahnee grinning, breathing heavily over Hannah’s sleek frame: “Looks like you’re finished, Hannah. Don’t think you’ll be needing *this*, will ya?” With that, she grabs hold of Hannah’s black sports bra up and peels it off her sweat-soaked body, Hannah barely protesting with a moan as her breasts are freed from the fabric. Hannah’s groans intensify as Tahnee starts pounding on her exposed jugs in alternate fashion - left right left right. Hannah rapidly fading from the abuse, silently cursing herself for ending up in this unexpected position. She tries to relief her reddening breasts by pulling Tahnee closer into the clinch, denying her targets. Neck to neck, the blonde huffs hot air into Tahnee’s ear ‘F*ck you b*tch’, before biting down HARD. Atkinson screams hell and beyond, thrashing her body and flailing her arms at the pain, trying to push Hannah off her, but Hannah now in control, pushing the brunette backwards, pinning her against the shower button. Now, water cascading downwards on both the gorgeous bodies, washing away sweat and blood, but not removing the animosity between these two women.
Atkinson finally, in desperation, pistons fist after fist into Hannah’s bruised side, finally getting her to relinquish her teeth on her earlobe. Hannah, though, fired up - her turn to pin Atkinson to the wall and just shoot punch after punch into her face and chest - water and spittle fly as every inch of Tahnee’s body used as a punching bag. Hannah seals the deal with another well-placed kick, right up between the middle of the Tahnee’s legs! The brunette’s body seems suspended for a moment as her eyes go wide and her mouth forms an ‘Oooo’ of complete shock. Then her legs collapse, but a greedy-looking Hannah holds Tahnee up by her pink sports bra, easily slipping the dripping fabric off her glorious chest.
Retaining a firm grip on her hair, Hannah presses Tahnee’s face deep into her own exposed jugs, spitting words out of her mouth: “KISS THEM, B*TCH, SINCE YOU WANT THEM SO BADLY!” Tahnee groaning and gurgling, face engulfed in Hannah’s jugs whilst water keeps raining down on them both, choking her out further from the lack of air. Just when she feels she’s about to lose complete consciousness, however, Hannah suddenly relents the hold - hungry eyes speak volumes as she grins into Tahnee’s shocked face and coos, “You having fun now, you little sl*t? Shall I help you remove your pants as well?” Before Tahnee can respond, Hannah bends down and peeeeels her gym tights off her legs, revealing a red thong underneath. “How ya like that, Asskinson??” Hannah shouts out in triumph from beneath.
Perhaps it’s the water still cascading down from above or perhaps it’s the shock of being completely disrobed - Tahnee suddenly jolts awake, aware of her momentarily height advantage, smashing her kneecap up into Hannah’s chest. The blonde squeals in shock as another knee digs into her other breast - Hannah lunges forward, wrapping her arms around Tahnee’s bare waist in an attempt to protect herself, but this just gives Tahnee the momentum needed to fall forward, pancaking the blonde with a whoosh of air and dull groan. Panic suddenly in Hannah’s eyes as she feels Tahnee’s body squirming above her, wet, exposed skin allowing the brunette to quickly swing her thighs around and wrap them around Hannah’s neck, in a classic school-girl pin. Trapped beneath, Hannah shouts and screams hell, Tahnee tugging furiously on her hair with one hand and using the other to slap the blonde’s face over and over again. “YOU LIKE THAT? HUHH, B*TCH? HUH???” Hannah groaning under the weight of a rekindled Tahnee’s assault, but those noises soon muffled as well when Tahnee yanks Hannah’s face upwards and into the thin red fabric of her briefs! Hannah bucking her legs and waist at this newfound humiliation, but this time, Tahnee having pinned her arms down with her legs, has more leverage over the rapidly fading blonde. “I’M THE QUEEN, B*TCH. I BEAT YOU. SAY IT!!” Tahnee bellows down to the trapped blonde, who takes a sharp gasp of air and lets out a muffled “F*CK YO--” before her face is plunged back into Tahnee’s crotch. Slowly, but surely, Hannah’s body slows from the struggle, her grip on Tahnee’s jet-black hair also loosening with each passing second. Finally, rather than admit her defeat, Hannah’s body goes limp from the lack of oxygen.
Hannah’s eyes flutter open as Tahnee finally releases the hold on her rival, pride and exhaustion evident on her face as she relinquishes her perch, but continues tugging on the blonde’s hair as she rises, huffing curtly: “Get up, b*tch. I’m not done breaking your body yet.” Tahnee allows Hannah’s lips to accentuate the length of her legs, then the curve of her red abs, then graze gently against her jugs, before shoving her back against the shower wall. Water cascades down Hannah’s beaten rack and body, her head lolling left and right in exhaustion as Tahnee grins at the sight of her prize, steps in and traces her finger for the last time down the middle of Hannah’s body. “Looks like I win... Again, b*tch.” Tahnee plunges her fist up into the middle of Hannah’s belly over and over again, mashing her abdominals with dull thuds and pumping of her fist in and out, drawing animalistic grunts and moans from the beaten blonde. Hannah at the mercy of Tahnee’s fists this time, spent body absorbing crushing blow after blow, before falling forward into Tahnee’s arms, her face resting on the cusp of her waiting rack.
Tahnee smiles down, exclaiming, “Well, didn’t think you’d missed them do soon b--AAACCCK” What she hadn’t expected was Hannah to clamp her teeth around one of her breasts! Completely panicking from Hannah’s hail Mary move and the pain shooting through her body, Tahnee tugs hard on Hannah’s hair further, trying to separate the blonde’s teeth from her flesh, but that only seems to intensify the pain! Tahnee yells out in shock and involuntary tears, left to dirty tricks of her own - raking her nails across Hannah’s own jugs, drawing a shriek from the blonde, finally managing to shove away.
Both hellcats pant heavily, leaning on opposite sides of the shower stall, hands desperately groping at / covering wounded flesh. They stagger forward again, clinching into one another’s arms with a meaty SLAP, these half-naked ladies forcing their fists into each other’s bodies. Hannah now fully awakened from the previous smother but getting hurt from right hands that crash into her tummy. She cries out in rage, shoots both fists up into both of Tahnee’s orbs. The brunette grimaces in shock from the from earlier jug-torture, body shudders as pain intensifies beyond breaking point - Hannah sensing a sore spot repeats the move, knocking Tahnee’s jugs back and forth, flattening them in and out, driving the gasping brunette backwards. Extreme pain etched on Tahnee’s face - she’s covering up her chest now best she can, eyes screwed shut as she stops any offense on Hannah’s body, allowing the blonde to rally and mash her knuckles into every inch of her body now. Hannah looking like a lionness putting down her prey after a long and bloody fight, using every ounce of her strength in driving Tahnee’s jugs upwards in brutal uppercuts, the force of which slamming Tahnee’s own jugs into her own chin!
“WHOSE JUGS ARE BETTER NOW, B*TTCCCHHHH???” Hannah screams in fury, before Tahnee finally breaks into panicked sobs at the continued jug-abuse, collapsing forward into Hannah’s arms. Both ladies somehow break upon the weight of one another, both falling to their knees. Hannah lets out a deep huff, snakes her legs over and around Tahnee’s waist, squeezing tight in a body scissors. Then, Hannah wraps her arms around Tahnee’s sweaty back, pulling her face in close to her exposed chest. The blonde, looking entirely exhausted herself, whispers down to her rival’s pained face: “I broke you, Tahnee. Now, have a taste of your own medicine.”
Tahnee groans as Hannah once again JAMS her fist into both her breasts, positioning them upwards, right into Tahnee’s face. Then, the devious blonde seals the whole package by engulfing Tahnee’s face and jugs with her own massive chest, effectively smothering the poor Atkinson with her own jugs! Tahnee’s body shudders, her last remnants of strength evaporating in light, muffled gasps. After a minute or so, Hannah senses every muscle in her rival’s body go limp. She squeezes her biceps, then releases the pressure. Tahnee doesn't even respond to her newfound freedom, completely jugged out. Hannah grins, dragging her finger up the curve of Tahnee’s still-breathing belly, before allowing the brunette to collapse onto the wet floor.
Hannah poses over her naked body with a foot on her sleeping face. “F*ck you, Tahnee. I’m the better woman.” She spits on her broken form, before stumbling out of the shower room, to the eager and waiting eyes of Josh the gym patron.
Official Decision: Hannah Ferguson defeats Tahnee Atkinson via Double-Breast Smother at 18:07.
