Survival of the Weakest Tournament: Round Three

Rachel McAdams v. Megan Fox

This tournament had done irreparable damage to Megan Fox?s career. Two matches, two losses. Both came at the hands of weaker blondes. Both came because Megan couldn?t keep her desires to herself. Now, in the third round of the most humiliating tournament of her life, Megan is facing a determined Rachel McAdams. In the last round, McAdams was thrown against Charlize Theron and somehow she held her own. Yes, in the end McAdams was summarily defeated, but she put up one hell of a fight. That kind of confidence combined with a motivation to be rid of this event was enough to make Megan believe that she was once again going to get her ass kicked.

Rachel McAdams couldn?t focus on the fact that she hung in there against the champion. All she remembers is the end of the match, where the Amazonian made Rachel service her. Between the first round where she was smothered under a cheerleading outfit and the second round where she was forced to willfully lick her aggressor, Rachel could find little silver lining amongst the black skyline.

?Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first match of Round Three. Introducing first, Rachel McAdams.? McAdams came down in a very simple blue two piece and once again had that killer look in her eyes. She climbed into the ring and went right to her corner, doing away with any pandering to the crowd.

?And her opponent, Megan Fox.? Megan came out through the curtain, once again wearing her leather thong and bra. This outfit has twice brought her bad luck, but she doesn?t want to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking that she was going to alter the way she does business. The one change she did make was that for this round, she didn?t have a pre-match cocktail. Megan climbed onto the apron and straddled the ropes, allowing the people in the front rows to take pictures of her upturned ass.

Rachel McAdams looked on disgusted, ashamed to admit that the over-sexed Fox was actually alluring to her. McAdams shook her head, hoping to clear her mind of the image of Megan, because even the slightest slipup could cost her.

The referee shot Rachel a knowing stare, essentially warning her to not try to jump Megan before the bell. McAdams didn?t flinch as she kept her eyes fixated on Fox. The ref signaled for the bell as both women approached the center of the ring. Rachel was surprised to see that Megan had her hands up in a fighter?s stance as opposed to her normal position of drunken swaying. Maybe this was going to be a real, tough fight.

McAdams and Fox locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, with both women jockeying for position. The stronger McAdams managed to back Megan up into the corner, thanks in larger part to her weight advantage. Megan had gotten so skinny that someone like Rachel actually had a weight advantage over her. The ref looked for and surprisingly got a clean break, as McAdams stepped away with her hands in the air.

The two women locked up again, and again Rachel was able to back Megan into the corner. As the ref approached, Megan slipper her arm down and tweaked McAdam?s nipple, infuriating her. Rachel went to start slapping Megan, but by that point the ref had stepped in and he suffered the stinging blows. Angered, the ref began to admonish McAdams, who tried to plea her case. She pointed to Megan, who smiled as she pulled down her own top to flash Rachel her breasts. Then, before the ref could notice, Fox yanked her bra back up, covering the twins.

Rachel approached Megan in the corner, but was blindsided by a kick to the stomach. Fox whipped McAdams into the corner, with Rachel?s back slamming hard against the turnbuckle. Megan then pinned herself against McAdams before hitting her in the stomach with knee lifts. After three unprotected shots to Rachel?s gut, Megan whipped McAdams across the ring to the other turnbuckle.

Rachel again hit the corner hard, with an audible splat as her back smacked against the leather buckle cover. Megan charged across after her, launching herself in the air for a splash. Rachel didn?t see it coming and was helpless to stop the careening body of Megan Fox. Fox smashed full force into McAdams, the blow driving her further into the unrelenting post. Megan then held up the collapsing Rachel, not allowing her to crumple to the floor. Fox pulled her hand back and unleashed a vicious knife-edged chop to Rachel?s chest. She reared back and chopped her again, with the echo of the impact reverberating throughout the arena. Rachel clutched her injured breasts, hoping to stop the pain. Megan grabbed her hand, flipped it back and fired off two more chops.

McAdams was helpless in the corner as her breasts were being battered. Megan raised her hand again, but this time Rachel was prepared. Before Fox could move, Rachel put her hands across her breasts. Megan responded by slapping her in the face. She then leaned in and delivered a knee between Rachel?s legs, dropping McAdams to the floor.

Megan allowed Rachel to collapse this time, partly because she needed to catch her breath and partly because she wanted to savor the moment of dominance. Rachel was lying at her feet, coughing and gasping as she tried to recover from the low blow. Megan felt McAdams put a hand on her knee, as Rachel was trying to use Fox?s body to get to a vertical base. Megan let Rachel reach up and paw at her for a few moments before kicking her back down to the mat.

Distraught, embarrassed and in pain, McAdams crawled towards the ropes, hoping to use them to help her back to her feet. Megan snuck up behind her and pulled down her briefs. Fox then started to smack at Rachel?s pale ass, spanking her with surprising force. Rachel used one hand to grab at the ropes while she used her other hand to try and block the blows. As McAdams got to her feet, she became tangled in her own panties that were now around her ankles, and she fell forward, draping herself across the second rope.

Megan couldn?t believe her good fortune as Rachel had now positioned herself bent over on the second rope. Fox grabbed McAdam?s waist with one hand and with her free hand, continued her spanking. Rachel was trapped, as her arms and upper body were hanging out of the ring, while her legs were bound together by her bottoms. ?Oh, I can?t believe how lucky I am,? Megan teased as she continued her slapping. ?I mean, there?s pathetic and then there?s this. How you liking your spanking, Rach??

McAdams shook her body furiously, trying to get free, but it was no use. Her arms were too short for her to reach the canvas and push herself upward, and with Megan?s tight grip around her waist, she couldn?t wriggle free. ?When I get out of this, I am going to fucking kill you!?

Megan stopped her ass assault for a moment. ?When you get out of this? The only way you?re getting out of this is if I get tired of spanking your fat ass. And there?s a lot of space to cover. Besides, maybe when I?m done I?ll be nice and give your pussy a little hello.? Rachel?s eyes widened in fear at the thought of Megan invading her nether region, but she quickly forgot about it as Fox started up her spanking again. The slaps were so hard that they were actually stinging Megan?s palm. Undeterred, Fox continued, getting incredibly turned on in the process. ?Why don?t you beg me to stop, little girl?? Megan taunted as she began to rub Rachel?s increasingly red butt. ?Maybe if you ask me to be nice, I?ll stop treating you like you?re?naughty.? Megan punctuated her sentence with one more slap.

Fox gave Rachel a moment to respond, but Rachel refused to answer. ?Alright, I guess it?s back to work,? Megan said as she continued her bun beating fun. Rachel tried to hide it, but the pain was becoming intense. Fox might not have shown it in her other matches, but she has some actual power when she?s sober. And all that power is being directed at her pert backside. McAdams bit her lip as she tried to hold back her sob, but the tears in her eyes couldn?t be concealed. Megan Fox?s spanking had actually made her cry. The humiliation was too intense for her and she knew that in a few moments she wouldn?t be able to hold back her wails.

Megan also was growing tired. While the thought of spanking the nubile girl was exhilarating, her arm was beginning to get weary. Fox opted instead to massage Rachel?s upturned ass, allowing her hand time to rest as she humiliated McAdams further. ?I almost feel bad abusing something so adorable. Too bad it?s attached to such a bitch.? Fox then slid her hand between Rachel?s thighs, looking to increase the embarrassment. McAdams clenched her legs together, hoping to stave off the invading digits. ?Oh, you don?t wanna share? Well that?s a very bad girl.? Fox flung her hand back and once again delivered a forceful slap to Rachel?s butt. The impact forced McAdam?s muscles to relent for a moment, and that was all that it took. Megan quickly got her hand between Rachel?s thighs, and her fingers were now pressed against McAdams?s pussy. Her wet pussy.

?Holy fuck, you?re enjoying this you little perv,? Megan said, a mixture of surprise and delight. ?It?s always the quiet girls that are the freaks, right?? Fox continued her probing, but from her current position, she couldn?t get the right angle. As Megan attempted to adjust herself, her grip loosened and Rachel slid out from her arm and fell to the mat on the outside of the ring.

?Fuck,? Megan thought as she looked down at McAdams, ?I had her.? Rachel, glad to be free, ignored the intense pain that her body was suffering in favor of pulling up her briefs. ?No fair! Give the people what they want. It?s so rare that anyone would want to look at you over me anyway,? Megan taunted as she ran her hands up and down her own body. Enraged, Rachel slid under the bottom rope to attack Megan, but was greeted with stomps. ?I mean really?? Fox taunted as she continued to kick away at McAdams. Undaunted, Rachel managed to roll away from the blows and get to the ropes. Once there, the ref had no choice but to restrain Megan.

McAdams climbed up the ropes like a makeshift ladder, and once she was on her feet, she only had revenge in mind. Megan taunted the smaller girl, bending her finger in a ?come and get it? manner. Fox?s smile quickly disappeared when Rachel took her up on the offer, charging quickly at Megan.

McAdams dove low, driving her shoulder into Megan?s stomach. She then wrapped her arms around Fox?s waist, hoisted her in the air and slammed her down to the mat. Rachel climbed on top of Megan and unleashed a series of lefts and rights, looking to extract some vengeance for the humiliation she suffered earlier. Fox tried to put her arms up to shield her head, but it was about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane.

Rachel then grabbed Megan by her jet-black hair and pulled her to her feet. The dazed brunette was then scooped up by McAdams, who had her perfectly set up for a bodyslam. This display of power was surprising to everyone, including Rachel herself, who figured that her adrenaline was why she suddenly had such strength. McAdams wanted to parade Megan around the ring, but she was worried that her arm would slip so she simply slammed Fox down to the canvas.

Megan hit with a loud thump as her body flopped on the mat with her arms and legs splayed in every direction. Rachel once again hoisted Fox to her feet by her mane, and through her clenched teeth she scolded, ?I warned you not to pull any of your fucked up shit with me. Now you?re going down.? Rachel then jammed Megan?s head between her thighs, setting her up for a piledriver. Once she had Fox?s head secure, she slapped away at Megan?s tanned ass, getting a small measure of revenge for the earlier spanking. Rachel then wrapped her hand around Megan?s leather thong, and with a heave, used the panties to lift Fox upward. Once she had her vertical, McAdams sat backwards, driving Megan?s head into the canvas.

The piledriver had all but knocked Megan out, and the force of the impact had managed to jam the leather thong into every crack and crevice of Fox?s midsection. It would have been excruciating pain if Megan was lucid.

Rachel had the match won, but her insatiable desire for revenge wouldn?t allow her to notice. She wanted to extract some more revenge on Megan. McAdams looked down at the still body of Megan Fox, plotting her next move.

Megan Fox, meanwhile, found herself in an increasingly familiar position. She, for the third time, had her opponent all but defeated but victory once again slipped through her fingers. Was she going to wind up being embarrassed for a third time? Not if she could help it. Unfortunately, the blow from the piledriver had left her dazed and confused, and worst of all at the mercy of a very repressed Rachel McAdams.

The dominant Rachel decided that she had done enough physical damage to Megan, and that the piledriver had sufficiently incapacitated her. This means that she now had a chance to be the one to have all the fun. McAdams rolled Megan onto her back and surveyed her prize. Rachel immediately began to grow flush as she noticed that one of Fox’s breasts had popped itself free from her leather top. “I proved to the world that I could have beaten Charlize,” she thought, “imagine what they’ll think of me if I completely humiliate Megan Fox worse than anyone has been humiliated this tournament.” A wicked smile crosses her lips until she realizes that she might have been the most humiliated wrestler, but she immediately dismisses the thought as she hovers over Megan.

Rachel seats herself onto Megan’s flat stomach, staring intently at the exposed tit. McAdams grabs the flimsy top and covers Fox’s breast, much to the confusion of the fans. The angry audience starts to boo, unsure that they like the idea of an opponent clothing her foe. Rachel then smiles as she teases the crowd, asking them through pantomime if they want her to tear the bra off. After soaking in the applause, Rachel reaches behind Megan and undoes the clasp before slowly, tantalizingly, sliding the top off of the olive skinned girl.

Seeing the unencumbered nipples, Rachel immediately goes to work. She begins to rub her hands over Fox’s desired chest, enjoying the rush of arousal as she fondles the forbidden fruit. McAdams locks her fingers onto Megan’s breasts and begins to pull upward, much to the dismay of Fox, who was finally beginning to stir. “Well look who decided to join me,” Rachel teased with a bright smile.

“Let go of my fucking tits!” Megan yelled, but with her arms pinned, all she could do was make idle threats.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Rachel yelled as she violently shook Fox’s left boob. “Remember when I asked you not to spank me? And you kept spanking me? Well this is kind of like that. You know, except instead of blowing my position of power, I’m going to make the most of it. In fact, after I’m doing using your pathetic breasts as play toys, I think I’m going to strip you naked and sit on your face. I really hope you do better in the next round.” Rachel released her grip on Megan’s breasts, eliciting a sigh of relief from Fox. That sigh quickly turned into a yelp as McAdams began smacking her tits back and forth, relishing the sound of each breast smashing into one another.

“Fuck! Stop! Leave my tits alone!”

Rachel nodded in compliance. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop smacking them around. They are kinda nice, you know, in a slutty way.” Rachel then began gently stroking Megan’s breasts, lightly massaging them the same way McAdams does to her own tits in the privacy of her own home. “You know, I think I’m going to just enjoy you at this point. This has been such a long tournament, that I haven’t gotten to have any fun. Do you wanna have fun, Megan?” Rachel slid her hand down Megan’s stomach until she hit Fox’s leather thong. McAdams gently stroked the panties coyly before repeating her query, “Do you?”

“Like you could ever get me off. You’ve got bitchy little prude written all over you. The only thing that could get me off would be rubbing my pussy all over your holier-than-thou face.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rachel replied as she slid her hand into Megan’s flimsy undergarment, “I’m pretty sure I could make you beg me to let you cum. In fact, that’s what I’m going to do. I want you to beg me to let you finish, because when I’m done teasing you, your little slut body is going to be aching for a release.”

Megan was now genuinely nervous. Her lack of self-control had been exposed this tournament, and the thought of being sexually dominated by the beautiful girl was already making her wet.

Rachel pulled her hand away from Megan’s pussy, and Megan’s hips already bucked forward from the loss of stimulation. She chuckled as she realized how easy this was going to be. “It’s a shame that I had to go and drop you on your head, because if you had any energy left, you’d be able to fight back. Nothing would make this hotter than if you tried to fight back,” Rachel teased as she rubbed her hand on Megan’s cheek. The pinned woman shook her face, trying to free itself of McAdams’s tender touch. “Oh, calm down and relax, because I’m going to make you feel good. No more of this…” she paused as she viciously pinched Megan’s right nipple, “…instead, more of this.” Rachel leaned her head down and began to suck on Fox’s left tit. Megan felt her first moan in the back of her throat, but she wouldn’t give Rachel the satisfaction.

“Now, you seem like the kind of gal that would like it a little rough, right? Me personally, I like the sweet over the sour, but then again I’m not a slut.” Rachel punctuated the word slut with a slap across Megan’s face, before placing her thumb on Fox’s trademark lower lip. “You want so badly to let me do this to you, I can feel it.”

The truth was, Megan did. Her overactive sex drive has consistently been her undoing, but it’s also allowed her to develop a keen sense of perception. She can spot her own kind, and the way that Rachel is subconsciously pressing her sex against her is a clear sign that McAdams is enjoying this a little too much. Figuring that whether or not she fights back that Rachel is going to defile her, she decided to play along and enjoy the ride.

“Was I that obvious?” Megan replied, flashing a knowing smile. “I want you to enjoy my body, Rachel. I want you to make me feel good. I want you to bring me to ecstasy.”

Rachel was taken aback from the response, unsure of how to proceed. When Megan seemed to be miserable, this course of attack made sense. Rachel hated being taken advantage of by her opponents, and her satisfaction was going to come from making Fox suffered. Unfortunately, she seemed to actually be enjoying it herself.

“Oh I’ll make you cum, and then I’m going to sit on your face and smother you out cold. How does that sound?” Rachel said, trying to gain the upper hand in the war of words despite her less-than-confident delivery.

“Mmm, the thought of your pussy on my face is making me all wet. Almost as wet as your spanking made you.”

Rachel was embarrassed that Megan noticed, and instead of continuing down this path, she clenched her fit and drove it into Fox’s stomach.

“Oof…that’s some…cough…rough foreplay…but I’ll adapt,” Megan said, not wanting to lose her psychological advantage.

“See, I studied you,” Rachel said as she began to trace the dark areola of her trapped adversary, “and I know that these sort of sexual things weaken you. So you can pretend to play along or maybe you’re really sick in the head and want this, but regardless, once you fucking get off, you’re done for.”

“Then gimme what you got,” Megan said, “because you’re playing with someone who knows what she’s doing, and I bet I can make you beg for me before I beg for you. What do you say? Your pussy against mine? Or are you not woman enough?”

Rachel was horrified at the thought of engaging in a sexfight. She also couldn’t justify giving up her position of control from atop Megan’s body. “I think I’ll leave that thought for your sick imagination.”

“Fine, coward,” Megan replied, hoping to antagonize her. Rachel slid her hand back down to Fox’s underwear where she found Megan’s moist vagina. McAdams teased the aroused area with her fingers while she used her other hand to continue her nipple play. “Is that all you got?” Fox asked. “It’s not…it’s not working,” she lied, trying to hold back her building orgasm.

“Oh I think it is. I think that you wanted to grind up against me because you knew that I was going to make you cum and you didn’t want to be embarrassed by me. Why? Because you’re the sex symbol? Because you think you’re the next Angelina Jolie? You’re nothing but a slut who can’t wrestle,” Rachel taunted as she dug her fingers into Megan’s moist slit, working them in and out with surprising precision.

“Mmm…mmm…” Megan groaned through sealed lips, trying to hide her rapture.

“That’s it, just let me do my magic. You’re going to cum, you pathetic loser. You really are the weakest in this whole thing. Kiss your career goodbye, slut.” Rachel, who considered herself a higher caliber actress, hated that while she did quality work, the fans still fawned over the questionably talented bad girls. Her resentment, combined with the past two rounds of humiliation, were fueling her actions.

“I…will…always…be…better…than…you…to…them…” Megan replied through pants. While she thought it would be fun to have McAdams get her off, she now felt true shame that a woman with such disdain for her was going to humiliate her in front of the world.

“Who gives a fuck what you think? You’re the one about to cream her panties and give me a well earned victory. I can’t wait to facesit that overrated pout until my heart’s content.” Rachel inserted a third finger into Megan, savoring the feeling of the increasingly warm region. “You’re not going to last too much longer. Get ready to give everyone a show.”

Megan tried to fight the urges, but between the thrusting and the pinching, she was helpless. “Hold on,” she thought, “don’t give in. Don’t give her the satis…” Fox’s body betrayed her, and before she knew it, she was in the throes of a very strong orgasm. “Oohhh…ooohhh….,” she moaned, allowing herself to be consumed with the waves of pleasure. Rachel continued to pump, hoping that the stronger the orgasm the weaker the girl. Megan’s body began to jerk and twitch under Rachel’s as the overstimulation was too much for her to handle. Fox tried desperately to separate her body from Rachel’s fingers, but it was no use.

“Oh, where are you going? I mean, you just came, why would you want to leave so soon?” Rachel chuckled, pleased with her cleverness. Her thrusting continued, but this time it was clear she was just out to hurt Megan. The weakened Fox was defenseless, and her once-proud exterior of sexual cockiness was gone. She looked up at Rachel like a scared little girl, hoping her torture would be over. “Come on, I think you could go again.”

“Please…please stop…I…I can’t…take…anymore…” Megan pleaded, shocking even herself at how submissive she’d become. Rachel couldn’t hide her own surprise as her eyebrows raised skyward, pleased to have humbled Fox.

“Well, I could stop,” she replied as she slowed her intrusion on Fox’s vagina, “but what’s in it for me?”

Megan had no choice but to barter for her release. “I’ll…do whatever you want.” This was it, the final barrier between her being a competitor and being a jobber, and it has come crashing down. Being defeated has it’s shame, but to willfully surrender was a road one doesn’t come back from.

“Oh, I love the thought of that. I tell you what, I’m going to take my hand out of your nasty snatch and I’m going to give you a chance to experience what a real woman should look like.” Rachel pulled her hand away from Megan’s abused pussy, taking a moment to wipe the excess juices on Fox’s tits. “Now, tell me who the winner is.”

“You are the winner,” Megan whispered. Rachel grabbed her by the cheeks and shook her head no. “You’re the winner!” Fox yelled.

“And who made you cum? Who made you squeal in ecstasy? Who humiliated you?”

“You did,” Megan replied.

“And who are you going to beg to have sit on your worthless face?”

“What?” Megan yelled. Rachel, not happy with the insubordination, grabbed onto Fox’s nipples. “Oww…ooww….”

“I said who are you going to beg have sit on your worthless loser face. Now answer my question.”

“You,” she mumbled. “I…I want you to…sob…sit on my face…”

“Well, if you insist,” Rachel replied with a sunny expression as she slid forward, planting herself on Megan’s head. “Oh, this is surprisingly comfortable.” Rachel rocked back and forth, allowing her seat-drenched bottoms to cover every inch of Megan’s humbled features. Rachel pressed her crotch into Megan’s mouth, slowly grinding it against Fox’s lips. McAdams gazed into the trapped girl’s eyes, relishing the look of terror and resignation in her eyes. “I suggest you get to work so this can be over,” Rachel replied as she pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet vagina.

Megan shuddered as she looked at the waiting pussy before she stuck out her tongue and began to lick. Rachel started to moan almost instantly, due in large part to the extended foreplay that was Megan’s violation. Fox used her expert tongue to its fullest, trying to get Rachel off so that she would get off of her. Rachel started to become noticeably excited, as the usually demure girl was now groping at her breasts and moaning in pleasure.

There was no pleasure in this for Megan, who now fully understood the humiliation she was experiencing. The sweet taste of Rachel’s juices felt sour on her tongue, as she stared in anger at the dominant woman’s body. “Cum you bitch, cum” Megan thought, wanting this exercise to be over with. McAdams responded to the increase in tongue-thrusts by grabbing the back of Megan’s head, forcing it deeper into her waiting crotch. Fox’s nose was now mashed against Rachel’s sex, and all she could smell was her conqueror. Finally, McAdams began to wail in ecstasy as the pulsating sensation between her legs shot throughout her body. Rachel erupted all over Megan’s defenseless face, coating the helpless loser in her juices.

“Oh…oh…that was wonderful,” Rachel said as she rubbed her hands through her tussled hair. “Who knew you were actually useful?” Rachel leaned back, sitting on Megan’s tits once again. “So let’s recap, shall we? You thought you were going to kick my ass and instead I completely dominated you, humiliated you, made you orgasm, made you make me orgasm and now…hmm…”

“You promised this was over,” Megan whined, not wanting any further torment.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I,” Rachel replied, bopping Fox on the nose. “Well, I lied. I’ve got one last thing I want you to do for me, and then I promise…cross my heart and hope to die…that I’m finished. K?” McAdams quickly reversed her position on Megan, finding herself now facing Fox’s toes. “So you went all psycho lesbian on me before and you spanked my beautiful ass. That wasn’t very nice. I’m going to give you a chance to apologize…properly.” Rachel leaned back, allowing her snow-white butt to hover inches from Megan’s face. “If I were you, and thank goodness I’m not, I would kiss it and make it feel better.”

The dejected Fox couldn’t believe what she was about to do. At least in her first two losses she was knocked out by this point. But Rachel had kept her awake and alert, forcing her to endure every second of the intense humiliation.

McAdams grew impatient waiting for her keister to be kissed, so she reached down and folded Megan’s body in half by tucking Fox’s legs under her armpits. “Now, I said I want you to kiss my ass. So either you kiss it, or…” Rachel stared down at Megan’s ass, which, thanks to the pretzel her body was contorted in, was now in McAdam’s grasp. Rachel reached back and smacked Megan’s tan backside, forcing a yelp from the starlet. “Either get busy kissing or I’m going to get busy spanking.”

Megan was tired of all of the abuse, so rather than fight it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Rachel’s cheek. McAdams once again grabbed her by the back of the head and jammed Fox’s face into her ass as she wiggled it in her face. Fox finally broke down and started to cry, showing that she wasn’t a fierce warrior as advertised but rather an overmatched young woman. A humiliated jobber. A loser.

Rachel finally climbed off of Megan, allowing her to curl into a ball. McAdams adjusted her briefs so as to keep herself fully covered. She then reached down and removed Megan’s thong, not getting any form of resistance. Rachel clutched her prize as she allowed the referee to raise her hand. A winner, in every sense of the word.

Leighton Meester v. Kristen Stewart

The brutality of the tournament was almost over, and with the knowledge that Megan Fox (well, what’s left of her, anyway) has advanced to the finals, it was now necessary to find out who her opponent would be.

Kristen Stewart has had a rough tournament, having suffered two very bad losses at the hands of Elisha Cuthbert and Olivia Wilde. Her opponent, Leighton Meester, has probably had it worse. In the first round, Leighton was thrashed by Katherine Heigl. In her second match against Rachel Bilson, Meester was double-teamed by Kat and Jessica Biel, as the two juggernauts used her as their own sexual plaything.

Neither girl wanted to fight anymore. Kristen’s body was sore from all of the abuse, and the torment that Leighton endured has pushed her to the breaking point. The thought of fighting again was the furthest from their minds. Sadly, they would have to fight at least one more time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final match of the third round of the Survival of the Weakest Tournament. Introducing first, Kristen Stewart.” Kristen walked through the curtain in her black bikini, looking wearier than ever as she slowly approached the ring. Stewart kept shaking her head as she stepped through the ropes, hoping that this would be the round where she would finally win and be done with this nonsense.

“And her opponent, Leighton Meester.” Meester was sticking with the bright pink bikini, despite the fact that every time she’s worn it, she’s wound up flat on her back with a face full of pussy. Apparently, during her last match, the displeased organizers unleashed the destructive force of Biel and Heigl. This time, Leighton was determined to avoid that fate.

The referee suppressed his laughter as he looked at the two soft women about to fight, and then signaled for the bell. Leighton and Kristen stepped towards the center of the ring, both with trepidation in their eyes. Meester initiated a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and soon both girls were jockeying for the upper hand. Since neither Leighton nor Kristen were particularly strong, this led to a stalemate. “Fuck, just like last time,” Leighton thought as she nervously looked over at the curtain. Realizing that she had to do something, Meester fired off a kick between Kristen’s legs, nailing her straight in the crotch.

This dirty tactic allowed Leighton to back Kristen into the corner. Once there, Meester delivered three knees to Stewart’s pussy, ensuring that the girl was incapacitated. The stunned Kristen offered no resistance, as she had no strength left with which to fight back. Leighton stepped backwards, allowing Kristen to fall to the mat.

It looked as if the fight was already over. Stewart was in a ball clutching her wounded womanhood, and since Leighton didn’t know of any actual moves besides kneeing a girl in the groin, she figured that she had won.

The ref shook his head in disbelief as he watched Meester hover over the downed Stewart rather than go in for the kill. “So it’s over? I won, right?”

“Sure, why not?” the referee replied, knowing full well that this wouldn’t stand.

Just then, the curtain once again flung open. “Hey, that’s not fair, I won. The curtain can’t just open like that. They can’t send someone out. Watch, I’m not finished.” Nervously, Leighton rolled Kristen onto her back, and just like she saw Rachel do in the earlier match, Meester pinned Stewart to the mat with her knees. Kristen let out a gasp as Leighton sat on her chest, forcing all of the air out of her lungs.

The clumsy Meester struggled for a few moments to arrange herself properly before finding the right balance. Once she was on top of Stewart, her natural instincts began to lock into place. Sure, she wasn’t any good at actually fighting, but at this point it wasn’t about fighting. It was about making her opponent submit quickly. It was about being a total bitch to this girl. This was something Leighton had experience with.

“Alright, listen up,” Leighton hissed at the trapped Stewart, “I already got you pinned. You’re done for, okay? If you try anything, I’m going to hit you so hard in your pussy that you’ll never be able to have sex again, got me?”

Kristen looked up at the vapid girl and was disgusted. Leighton was the kind of girl that would have made her high school life miserable. Sure, she’s a bankable actress, but she’s also someone who considers herself a free spirit. And as a free spirit, she would have been subjected to the cruel taunts and catty attitude of stuck-up bitches. Stuck-up bitches like Leighton. Suddenly, Kristen had found a fighting spirit within her.

“Do you hear me?” Leighton asked again, crossing her arms in disgust. As soon as she lifted her arms, the pressure was off of Kristen’s body. This meant that her legs were free. Stewart drove her knees upward, slamming them into Meester’s back. The impact stunned Leighton, who had assumed that all of the fight was out of Stewart. Kristen repeated the move, once again driving her knees into the small of Meester’s spine. Leighton rolled off of Stewart, clutching her throbbing lumbar.

Kristen, now free, rolled onto her knees and grabbed Leighton’s ankles. Stewart spread Meester’s legs, looking down at the trapped girl. “So, you thought it was funny to kick me in the crotch, right? Well, I shouldn’t feel bad if I do it to you, should I?”

“No, wait, I’m sorry, I…” her pleas were cut short as Kristen dropped her elbow between Leighton’s legs. “Ooohh….whyyyy….” was her response as she clutched her wounded womanhood.

Kristen then stood up while still holding onto Leighton’s ankles. She allowed herself a momentary smirk as she watched Meester sob in pain before rolling the girl onto her stomach and applying a Boston Crab.

“Oh…owww….” Leighton cried as she furiously pounded the mat. Kristen rocked back, pulling Meester’s back further in the opposite direction. Realizing that the ref was probably going to ignore the submission anyway, Stewart released one leg, converting it into a half-crab. With her free hand, Kristen slid her finger between Leighton’s legs, rubbing the pink material of her bottoms. “What the fuck are you doing, you dyke?” Meester yelled in between screams.

“What’s the matter? This bringing back too many middle school memories? Suddenly the slut with a sex tape is modest?” Kristen then gave Leighton’s crotch a hard smack, eliciting a whine and then a wail from the trapped girl. “I can’t believe I almost lost to a wuss like you. If you thought what happened to Megan Fox was bad, wait until I get done with you.” Kristen then tugged on the back of Leighton’s top, loosening the garment. “Why do you even bother wearing clothes when you know I’m just going to rip it off of your plastic, fake-tan body?”

Leighton tried to reach back and stop her, but it was no use. Her face was jammed into the mat and there was no escape. Kristen, meanwhile, was pondering her next move. Deciding to go the conventional mean girl route, Stewart grabbed a handful of Leighton’s bottoms and yanked upwards, giving her a vicious wedgie.

“Ow! Stop it!” Leighton screeched as her bikini bottoms lodged themselves up her ass. “You sick fucking bitch!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? Sorry it’s just cloth and not some guy’s dick?” Kristen replied, abandoning her traditional high-road wit for catty retorts. Stewart tired of the hold entirely and let go of her other leg. Kristen then stood up over Leighton to survey the damage. She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight in front of her, with Leighton’s body writing in pain and her ass cheeks hanging out of the sides of the bikini bottoms. Kristen plants her foot on top of Leighton’s ass before delivering a vicious stomp.

“Oh!” Meester grunted as her backside was being stepped on. Leighton pulled herself closer to the ropes, but with each slither drew another stomp. Determined to get back up to her feet, Leighton ignored the pain and used the ropes like a ladder. Once vertical, she sighed for a moment to enjoy her triumph. Just then, her loosened top fell to the floor. Meester was distracted by her sudden toplessness, so Kristen took advantage and kicked her in the stomach. The blow sent Leighton through the ropes and crashing to the outside.

Kristen was surprised at how easy this was. Maybe she could have won every round if she had just stayed focused instead of believing that she was going to get her ass kicked. Maybe she had what it took to be successful.

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Leighton, meanwhile, was a mess on the floor. Her back was all knotted up from the Boston Crab, her butt hurt from the bikini violation and then landing on it on the outside, and her pride was wounded when Kristen played with her pussy. She was in trouble, and she knew she needed to do something drastic.

Stewart looked down to see how Meester was faring, but was surprised to see that Leighton wasn’t there. Kristen looked around the outside, but the topless girl was nowhere to be found. During Stewart’s momentary celebration, Leighton had climbed under the ring, looking to use the element of surprise.

Meester’s journey was successful, partly because she had made it to the other side of the ring undetected, and partly because she found a small chain during her journey. With Kristen peering over the rope like it was the end of a ship, Leighton snuck up behind her and wrapped the chain around her fist. The ref, intrigued about what was going to happen, chose to ignore the blatant foreign object.

With her hand wrapped in metal, Meester spun Kristen around and slammed her in the face with her chain-laden fist. The blow knocked Stewart out instantly, as a stunned Leighton suddenly realized that she had gotten away with her underhanded tactic. Just to be sure, Leighton looked over to the ref, who shrugged his shoulders. Meester tossed the chain out of the ring and examined the sight in front of her.

Leighton rolled Kristen onto her back and looked down at the dozing brunette. “So I can do anything I want to her?” Leighton asked the referee.

“Yeah, that’s the idea. Just make it quick because knowing you people, you’ll find a way to fuck this up.”

“You people?” Meester replied, genuinely confused.

“Yeah, jobbers. Look, it isn’t all that impressive that you beat a girl that anyone can beat but needed to use a weapon. Me personally, I don’t give a fuck because it means that this thing is almost over. No offense, but you can’t wrestle for shit, and the only reason you’re on the roster is so that actual competitors can have someone to warm up against. So you know, do whatever you wanna do to her and let’s try to make it home at a decent hour, okay?”

Enraged, Meester wanted to tell the referee off. She wanted to berate him for being rude and for being wrong about her role in the industry. That she served a purpose and was a bona fide star. But in her heart, she knew that he was right. Rather than try and debate, she decided to channel her frustration to the unconscious Kristen Stewart.

Leighton sat down on Kristen’s stomach, slapping the dazed girl in the face. “Hey dork,” she yelled, “you might wanna be awake for some of this. I’ve got some real nice stuff planned for you.” Meester’s work was rewarded as Kristen began to stir. “Good, you’re awake, because we’ve got to talk about the way you look. First of all, why does your outfit have to be so…bland? I’m sure even for a goth freak that your boobs aren’t that bad. I mean, they aren’t these,” she paused as she ran her hands across her own breasts, drawing catcalls from the fans, “but they can’t be awful. Right?” Leighton then peeled away Kristen’s top, revealing her modest pale breasts, complete with rose nipples. “Oh, I guess I was wrong. Do you like never tan these things?” she asked as she latched onto Kristen’s tit. “Plus, why are they so floppy?” she continued as she shook the boob from side to side.

“Uhh…uhhh…” Kristen quietly moaned as she began to stir. Suddenly, her eyes flung open as she realized that her breasts were being squeezed. “What the fuck are you doing?!” she yelled.

“Relax, you’re probably enjoying this, seeing as your some goth freak dyke. I bet you would have loved to have a sexy girl playing with these sad, pale bags that you call tits.”

The humiliated Stewart tried to dislodge Meester, but it was clear that the blow to the head had knocked her out of whack. “Just get the fuck off of me, you cheater.”

“Cheater? Me? When are you going to learn, nerd? I’m a winner. Beautiful girls are always winners, while plain looking flannel freaks like you are losers. Besides, you were the one who started down this path, or don’t you remember?” she chuckled as she slid her hand down to Kristen’s crotch. Leighton gave a light rub across the fabric, sending shivers down Stewart’s spine.

“I’m…I’m sorry for doing that,” she said without an ounce of sincerity.

“I know you’re not. I bet you and your little muff diver pals were talking about getting to touch my body. You sick little perverts.” She reached forward and once again buried her hands in Kristen’s breasts, this time driving her fingers deep into the flesh. “Now, we could go through the whole thing where I just keep humiliating you and humiliating you until you beg me to stop, or you could save us both a lot of trouble and just quit.”

Kristen weighed her options. She thought that she might potentially have a concussion from the punch (she didn’t, but as someone who doesn’t respond well to pain, she goes to the extremes easily) and she didn’t want to risk further injury, so submitting now wasn’t a bad idea. On the other hand, that would mean another round of fighting. That would mean facing Megan Fox, who would most certainly beat her and then fuck her senseless.

“Fuck off!” she yelled. Leighton, almost happy at the response, abandoned her mammary crushing.

“Oh I’m so happy you said that,” she said, this time choosing instead to pinch Kristen’s sensitive nipples and turn. “Because as an actual actress that people desire, I’ve learned all kinds of cruel things to do to other girls I don’t like. Do you know what I love to do? Twist some little slut’s tits until she cries. We do it to extras all the time. It gets me kinda excited to watch her struggle and whine. You know, like you’re going to.” Leighton’s expert nipple pinching skills were on full display, as Kristen’s milky white skin was beginning to turn bright red. She was in pain, and she couldn’t hide it.

“Oww! Fuck! Stop!” Kristen yelled, but it was falling on deaf ears. Stewart managed to get one arm free and she reached up for Leighton’s exposed tits. Kristen managed to wrap her hand around Meester’s right breast and squeeze, but due to her lack of faculties and the pain her body was experiencing, she couldn’t put much pressure.

“What do you think you’re doing? Foreplay? I know you want my tits, but that is so not subtle.” Meester released one of Kristen’s breasts, grabbed Stewart’s arm and pulled it off of her own chest. “Just for that, you get this.” Leighton reached back and drove her fist into Kristen’s pubic mound. “Dumb cunt.”

“Oohh! I quit! I quit!” Kristen yelled, as the pain was too much for her.

“Well in that case, to the victor goes the spoils, right?” Leighton then slid forward, her bright pink crotch careening towards Kristen’s stunned face.

“No, wait, don’t…” was all she could get out before her mouth was cut off by Meester’s pussy.

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” she teased as she pressed down onto Kristen’s face. “Wow nerd, all of your little lesbo fantasies are coming true. You got to touch my tits and now your pressed against my pussy. Looks like someone’s going to have some vibrator material for tonight.” Leighton reached back and pressed her hands against Kristen’s breasts for support, allowing her the right angle to grind her sex against Stewart’s protesting face. “Mmm…this tournament has been so rough. I can’t even remember the last time I could just sit back and get off. Well, no time like the present, right?” Meester started to rub her increasingly slick bikini bottoms across Kristen’s features, taking special care to press her swollen clit against Stewart’s pronounced nose. “Ooh…this feels so good that I don’t even mind how lousy your tits are.”

The humiliated Stewart had no recourse but to lay there and let Leighton face-fuck her. She had been so thoroughly embarrassed this entire tournament, that this would be just another in a long line of abuse. As much as she hated Meester, at least she figured it wouldn’t take Leighton long to get off. Sure enough, after only a few minutes of humping, Meester exploded in a very high-pitched squeal.

“I hope it was good for you, loser,” she teased as she patted Kristen on her forehead. Leighton the stood up and raised her hands in a very tainted victory. Her next move was to hire a trainer and maybe learn how to actually compete. Kristen’s next move was to wrestle in the finals and hopefully not wind up as Megan Fox’s Fucktoy

love these stories and the theme. glad rachel got to enjoy a victory. between fox and stewart i don't know who i want to see lose more - can biel and higel come back and take them on?

just wondering if the final loser will be forced to face several of the previous contestants and have to endure literally dozens of facesits, talor swift has escape much humilation and deserves some time under many asses.