Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 05

The third was a bulging, bulking, tremendous behemoth of a man, a titan of muscle and brawn with a cock that could cripple a horse, or kill an unprepared maiden, as it seemed might happen now. One of Mary's Lambs, a curvy redhead named Pussywillow, was bent over the side of the bed and was getting her organs rearranged by the behemoth's mighty sledgehammer, the look on her face was past the point of retarded. Her eyes were rolled up, he tongue hung out, and she whimpered with every gut-busting thrust like a pig being fucked by an elephant. The Gingerbread Man was the freakishly large 'pet' of Hansel and Gretel, a human-like creation of their former Mistress, the Wicked Witch. The Gingerbread Man was a golem, a magical creation, at least that was what Mary had been told. She believed it of course. He was too stupid to be human, and their was no way that a cock as big as his was natural.

The fourth thug was the one Mary was least happy to see.

Jill. As in 'Jack and Jill.' Jack's bottom-bitch.

"S'up slut," Jill said in her bratty, nasally, annoying little voice.

Jill was sitting in Mary's chair and was rudely going through her possessions just as Hansel and Gretel were, and Jill was using the exhausted, unconscious body of one of Mary's sluts as a footrest.

Jill was Mary's polar opposite. Whereas Mary was cool and collected, Jill was an unpredictable little firecracker. Mary planned her revenge months in advance, Jill would just start a fight on the spot. Mary was built like an hourglass, Jill was built like a rail. Jill had zero tits, none, flat as a fucking board. Her ass was tiny as well, but at least it was cute in that pixie sort of way. Jill was actually a cute girl, and cute in a way that boys thought was sexy, but as much as Jill tried to get away from it, she couldn't escape the 'little-sister' sort of look, even when she wore leather-dominatrix gear and heavy black makeup. Truth was, Jill wanted to look like Mary, and Mary knew that. Jill's jealousy gave Mary quite a bit of satisfaction. Even if Jack had placed his skinny little girlfriend on the totem pole higher up than Mary herself, Mary knew that Jack liked her pussy more, and that made Jill furious.

"What are you all doing here?" Mary asked, trying her best to stay calm, even as these four thugs were going through her personal things and raping the shit out of her sluts.

"Jack noticed that you've been spending a lot of coin recently," Jill said, jealously ogling Mary's big tits and unconsciously touching her own flat chest. "New statues. New paintings. New clothes. New toys. New girls."

"I have to stay relevant," Jill answered, snarling her puffy lips. She wanted to break Jill in half, and the most frustrating part was she knew she could, EASILY, but not without forcing Jack's hand. "It hasn't been easy. Jack's been taxing the shit out of me."

"About that," Jill said with a snicker. "He thinks he hasn't been taxing you enough, so he said that crew and I could come down here and take a little bit of whatever we wanted. It seems that Gingerbread Man here as decided to take his cut in pussy."

The behemoth groaned happily in his dumb, vacant voice. "Gingerbread Man like Pussy . . . guh . . . pussy feel good!" He pulled out of Pussywillow and shot an unbelievable load of hot, sticky cum all over her broken body, slathering her back, ass, and soaking her hair. Pussywillow just whimpered softly and twitched like a dying bug. Her pussy was stretched out so wide that Jill could have stepped into it, and her insides were probably so messed up that she'd need a week to recover.

"I'm going to take some of your lingerie, okay!" Gretel said, giggling and prancing in place. "You have great taste in camisoles and thongs, but I bet they'd look way better on me."

"Me too," Hansel agreed in his deep, pleasant voice. He leaned over and gave his sister a deep, tongue-filled kiss, reaching down and squeezing her tight buttocks with his strong hands.

Despite Mary's subdued rage and hatred for the twins, she felt the undeniable pangs of lust as well. She wanted to fuck Hansel and Gretel as bad as she had ever wanted to fuck anyone, and the fact that they were insestuoous with one another just made her pussy even more wet.

"You know what I want?" Jill asked, still looking at Mary's voluptuous body.

Mary sneered. "Breast implants?"

Jill hissed. The twins looked shocked. Even Gingerbread Man gasped. Mary had just insulted Jill's deepest insecurity. That was a mistake.

"BITCH!" Jill bounced up and punched Mary in the stomach.

Mary wheezed in pain and crumpled up on the floor. She tried to get up but Jill stepped on her head and pushed down.

"Think you're fucking funny, bitch?" Jill squealed. "Think you're fucking clever?"

Jill was shorter and weaker than Mary by far. If Mary had really wanted to, she could have lept up and wiped the floor with Jill . . . but it wasn't Jill that Mary was scared of . . . it was Jack. Mary knew she just had to stay down and take it . . . like a bitch.

"No," Mary grunted, but her voice still sounded defiant.

Jill reached down and pulled Mary's skirt up, and then grabbed her thong panties. Jill pulled at them so hard and so fast that they snapped off of Mary's body like a broken rubber-band.

"One of you, hand me a dildo or something," Jill said to the twins, and Gretel tossed her one of Mary's many sex-toys, a rather large black dildo.

Jill spat on it and licked the bulbous tip of the dildo. "That's all the lube you get, smartass bitch."

Jill stabbed Mary's anus with the dildo, and Mary actually screamed from the violent urgency of it, but her ass had taken harder fucks than this, and it was also one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. Jill grunted with effort, and she eventually got the dildo to start sliding it, and within a few seconds she was plunging Mary's ass with long, hard, angry pumps, driving the dildo all the way to the base.

"Oh, oh, Fuck! Fuck!" Mary groaned, enjoying the ass-banging despite herself.

"I want you to cum," Jill hissed in Mary's ear. "I want you to cum like the dirty little slut you are. I want you to cum until you piss yourself, you dirty bitch."

Mary clenched her teeth and moaned. She was cumming. Jill was hitting her hard and deep, just the way she liked it, and her body was responding.

"CUMMING!" Mary cried, and her pussy suddenly erupted with a hot, tropical spray of cum all over her boots and the floor. Mary actually hadn't gotten a good fucking in a while, not since Baba Black Sheep left to deal with that upstart Bo Peep in the neighboring kingdom, so even though she hated to admit it, Jill was really straightening her out.

"Slut," Jill said, spitting on Mary's face. She pulled the didlo out of her ass with a loud POP and then spanked her with it, smacking it over her big, firm cheeks like it was a paddle. Just to really rub salt in the wound, Jill grabbed Mary by her hair, and dragged her around to the puddle of cum she left in the floor, and then proceeded to mop up the cum using Mary's hair.

Mary couldn't help but admire Jill's style. The bitch did make a good little dominatrix, but as Mary's face was pushed into her own pussy-juice, she promised to get revenge one day. No one could humiliate her like this and get away with it, not Jill, and not Jack either. Mary just needed something to turn the tables. A weapon. A secret. Maybe an ally.

Jill spat on her one more time and then proceeded to leave, muttering angrily under her breath. Gingerbread Man followed her, carrying the unconscious Pussywillow over his shoulder like a dead rabbit. Apparently that poor girl wasn't going to get a break after all. Hansel and Gretel were the last to leave.

Gretel kneeled down and actually kissed Mary on her forehead. "Thanks for the new panties, cow. Bye-bye," and then the twins giggled and skipped out, leaving Mary to seethe in her anger and cum.

#

Mary sat back in her bathtub and let the nearly scalding hot water soothe her tense body, and the fragrant aroma of the bathing oils fill her senses. She washed her hair with expensive perfume and shampoo, and scrubbed her skin with pumice stones and lotion. When her body began to grow aroused (as it always did in the bath) she gently massaged her breasts and vagina with slow, self-loving strokes, building up a gradual crescendo over the span of an hour, before slamming herself to climax with a thick marble dildo.

Mary got out of the bath radiating like a lustful goddess, sucking on the dildo like it wa a big piece of candy, and letting her body drip dry as she reclined in a small loveseat while reading an erotic novel.

Despite this leasure, Mary still did not feel at rest, nor did she feel clean. She felt angry, unsatisfied, and dirty in a way that wasn't fun. Jill had humiliated her in her own brothel, Gingerbread Man had stolen one of her newest sluts and put two others in the hospital, Gretel had managed to take her three most expensive sets of lingerie, and Hansel . . . well, he was just a sexy tease.

Mary wanted to have he mattress thrown out since it was currently soaked with sweat and Gingerbread Man's penis-frosting, but she knew she couldn't afford it if Jack was going to raise his taxes again. That meant Mary was going to have to be thrifty again, like she was when she was young and poor, and that thought disgusted her. She wanted nothing more than to take out Jack and his whole crew, but she knew she couldn't attempt that alone.

"Mistress! Mistress Mary!" Mary's skimpily dressed maid squealed as she stumbled into the bathroom, her high-heeled shoes slipping all over the wet tiled floor.

BONK!

Mary didn't like being interrupted while masterbating, and she reminded her maid of this by smacking her on the head with the heavy marble dildo. The maid grunted in pain and fell flat on her face. Mary squatted over her and tugged the maid's little thong panties down, allowing her to push the marble dildo up against the slut's tight little rear-pussy. Mary realized she was about to fuck this little bitch the same way Jill had fucked her, and although her anger might be misplaced she still wanted to get it out.

"No! Not my ass, Mistress," the maid wiggled. "Please . . . I . . . only came to warn you . . . Baba's back and he--EEEK!!!"

The maid squealed as Mary pushed in the first three inches of the thick, hard, slippery dildo up the little girl's backdoor. Mary could tell she wasn't use to taking it back there, and her cute little butt flexed trying in vain to push it out.

"Baba's back!" Mary thanked God for that. At least now she might get a proper fucking. "You should have told me the moment he-"

"But I am, and--EEEK!" the maid cried as another two inches sunk into her.

"Don't interrupt me you little shit!"

The maid was biting her lip and clawing uselessly at the wet floor, pathetically trying to wiggle free of Mary's cruel domination.

"But . . . but Mistress please . . . Baba came back with some other woman . . . . she . . . she said she was a pimp like you. She and Baba . . . they're fucking EVERYONE!!!"

Mary couldn't believe that. Baba was her most prized Lamp, her best bitch. She had spent more energy breaking his pride and independence than she had on most of her sluts combined.

"I'll check it out," Mary hissed, "but just to remind you to knock first . . ."

"EEEEEKK!!!" the maid screamed as Mary plunged the full length of the thick dildo up her tight little ass, filling her up, and hitting about a half-dozen erogenous zones on the way, causing the little maid to start cumming her brains out.

Mary left her maid in spasms on the floor, wiggling in a growing pool of her own cum, and she slipped on a silk robe without bothering to close it. Shimmering, radiant breasts first, Mary descended the stairs to her Garden.

#

Mary's Garden was a mess, such devastation that she could barely believe she hadn't heard it, but she was accustomed to the endless sound of sexual moans and erotic cries echoing in her house. The front door looked like someone had kicked it down, the tables had been shattered in half, and everywhere were scattered the unconscious, sweaty, cum-covered bodies of her Lambs, all of them fucked for past the point of exhaustion. Over a dozen of her best girls were laying down tits-up on the ground, discarded like broken toys.

"Mistress! H-h-h-HELP!" one of her slut's cried, a beautiful blonde specimen named Marigold, who could have been a princess if Mary hadn't gotten her hooked on cocaine and hard-sex. But right now it looked like Marigold was getting fucked even harder than she could enjoy.

It was Baba, Mary's beautiful black behemoth. He had Marigold bent over a broken chair, and his sexual-sledgehammer was busy pushing Marigold's womb up into her chest. The lovely blonde screamed one last time as her mind and libido shattered, and she was left stricken as if by a stroke, her eyes rolled up, her tongue hanging out, and a copious stream of drool oozing from her mouth as her pussy sputtered with cum. Baba withdrew his heavy weapons and let Marigold slip unconscious to the floor.

"Baba Black Sheep!" Mary cried, tears actually forming in her eyes, tears of rage and betrayal. "What are doing? I command you to stop!"

"Sorry bitch," a sexy, husky young voice said. "Baba's my big bitch now."

Mary turned to see who had spoken to her. Sitting on a pile of knocked out sluts was the lewdness, most arrogant looking 20-something strumpette Mary had ever seen. The girl was tall (almost as tall as her) was long slender limbs, and hour-glass torso, two busty tits like melons, and ass (that although not quite as big as Mary's) looked ready to break a throne under it. The strumpette had curly blonde hair that bounced when she giggled, and her clothing was the sluttiest outfit of pink latex and frilly lace that Mary had ever seen.

"Who . . . the fuck . . . are you?" Mary asked, her body temperature ratcheting up a few degrees. At that moment she was so mad a stick of butter would have melted on her tits.

"Bitch, you know who I am," the blonde laughed, causing her fat tits to jiggle in her tight latex bodice. "I'm the pimp you sent Baba to take out. Little Bo Peep . . . only . . . I'm not so little," Bo smirked as she ran a hand over the large domes on her chest. "You really shouldn't send your bitches out on the street before their properly broken. I got Baba hooked on my pussy without breaking a sweat, and now he's mine."

That wasn't true though. Baba very nearly came close to breaking Bo herself, but Mary didn't know that.

Mary looked at Baba, and her eyes cut through his hundreds of pounds of testosterone soaked muscle and right into his soul. It was obvious to her that he wasn't completely under Bo's sway, and that he could be won back, but only if this little slut was taking care of first.

"It's obvious you came here to fight, bitch," Mary hissed at Bo. "So let's do this." Mary tossed her shoulders back and let her robe fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked, and she took a fighting stance. Mary knew she could handle herself in a brawl, she had many times before. As a young slut she had to defend herself from violent pimps and thugs, and later in life she took many martial artists as lovers. She'd spar with them in the gym before taking them to bed, and in both cases she bested them easily.

"Thought you'd never ask," Bo snickered. She stood up and unzipped her pink latex bodice, allowing it to fall to the floor as her big, bouncing tits jiggled free. She unzipped her skirt too and shimmed out of it, but she was wearing a painful looking latex thong underneath, one that had a fastening device for a strap-on didlo over her crotch. She kept her platform heels on, knowing that she could use them as a weapon to curb-stomp Mary like the worthless gutter-slut she was.

Bo cupped her big, perky breasts in her hands and tweaked her own nipples, teasing Mary to take the first shot. "Well bitch, come at me."

Mary screamed, charged, and the fight began.

#

Mary almost never lost her cool, but just the smug look on Bo's face was enough to put her panteis in a twist (not that she was wearing any panties). Mary wanted to rip this slut's face off and then shove it up her big, perky ass. It was that anger that unbalanced her, and gave the cool, confident, and cocky Bo an opening.

"Bitch! I'm-" Mary was yelling as she swung her fist, but all she hit was air. Bo leaned back and let the fist sail right by her perfect chin, and then she grabbed Mary by her wrist. Bo pulled Mary's arm and kneed her right in the cunt so hard it nearly made her clit an 'inny.'

THUD!

Mary wheezed. Tears instantly formed in her eyes.

"Did that feel good?" Bo sexually whispered into Mary's ear.

Bo then grabbed Mary by her short black hair and slammed her face first into the nearest table.

CRACK!

Mary's head bounced off the table like a basketball, and she stumbled for a moment in a dizzy haze. Bo stood right in front of her naked rival with a cocky pose, not even holding a guard up or anything. Bo just snickered dismissively and slapped Mary across the face a few times, and slapped her big tits as well. Mary looked ready to pass out, and Bo felt her body tingling with the hot, twisted pleasure of victory.

Bo looked over at Baba and giggled. "Wow. This slut broke fast. I don't know what--"

But then Bo felt Mary grab onto the latex straps of her tight little thong and pull. Bo made a girlish little 'squeak,' and looked into Mary's green sparkling eyes as she pulled up on the latex thong, digging it into Bo's soft, sexual flesh.

"I like your cute little dominatrix outfit," Mary sneered. "But don't dress the part unless you can act that part, little girl."

Mary suddenly yanked, pulling up the back of the thong so fast that Bo's feet were pulled off the floor, and the latex cut into her pussy like a garotte.

SNAP!

The latex thong broke, and Bo fell to her knees, clutching her stinging pussy like a she had just gotten fucked by scorpion.

"FUCK!" Bo whined. "Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouchie!"

Mary grabbed Bo by her curly blonde hair and kneed her in the face.

CRACK!

Bo's head snapped back and the fell the the ground, tits bouncing wildly on her chest.

Mary grabbed Bo by the ankle and started dragging her across the floor to the baths. As she passed Baba she gave him a beautiful, terrifying look of pure, seething, jilted rage, her demoness eyes silently screaming "You're next, mother-fucker."

Mary practically kicked the doors to the baths down, and she dragged Bo across the warm, slippery tiles of her palacios private spa. Mary had spent a fortune on this wing of her brothel, constructing a large, decadent bathing area made of marble and tile, the walls depicting frescoes of erotic imagery, and the hot-tubs filled by water-spouts made to look like large, erect penises. A couple of Mary's sluts were playfully kissing in one of the tubs, but when they saw Mary and how angry she looked they splashed out and scampered away.

Mary dragged Bo to the edge of the largest pool and picked the stumpette up by her hair, twisting the blond curls painfully in her fist. Bo snarled in pain, her puffy pink lips twisting uncomfortably. Mary couldn't help but notice just how cute, sexy, and beautiful Bo was. Every lewd contour of her body just screamed "Fuck Me" in a way that Mary's did. Mary didn't like imagining this bouncing bimbo as a younger version of herself, but she couldn't deny it any more either. That's why Bo had to be taken out. The world was only big enough for one Mary Contrary.

"Dirty little girl like you needs a bath," Mary said, and she plunged Bo's head into the bubbling water. "Drown, bitch!"

Bo screamed beneath the hot, bubbling surface, but the scalding water only served to snap her mind out of the painful daze. Bo intentionally leaned into the hot water, and then suddenly arched her legs up, tipping Mary in as well. They tumbled into the hot-tub together in tangled mess of legs and tits, splashing all the way.