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Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 01

By: markydaysaid



All characters in this story, even those merely mentioned, are over 18

Chapter 1. 

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Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, waiting for a big cock to stuff it . . . as the most notorious slut in Tuffetville did every day. It was a warm, sunny day, with a cool breeze sweeping through the grassy hills and woodlands of Tuffetville, so there was little need for Muffet to wear much clothing, not that she ever did. The tight little sundress she wore barely contained her large, cushiony breasts, and the dress was so short that most of her smooth, big ass was left on perfect display. When she bothered to wear panties they were the tinniest little thongs imaginable, with barely enough material to cover the puffy lips of her almost perpetually wet pussy. Her brown curly hair fell in thick ringlets around her bare shoulders, although she tried to keep it under control with a puffy white hat. Despite her 23 year old lewd, womanly body, she had the freckled face of a young curious girl, equipped with big brown eyes and the most perfect pair of fat cock-sucking lips ever slapped on the face of any slut ever born in Tuffetville, which was a small hamlet well known for its slutty girls.

But of all the sluttiest sluts in the slutty sluts-town of Tuffetville, Little Miss Muffet was by far the sluttiest. The moment she turned eighteen she had three big cocks stuffed inside her. The handsome mayor in her mouth, the hunky blacksmith popping her tight little cherry, and the cute shepherd's son up her puckered ass. She loved it, and there wasn't a bed, cot, or pile of hay in all of Tuffetville that she hadn't rolled around in, playing wicked games with all the boys and girls her age, and sometimes their parents as well.

But the problem with being the most desired, most talented, and most experienced little slut in town meant that she was getting bored. There was no one left to fuck her for the first time, and even the hulking blacksmith with his giant cock was no match for her. She could have him wrapped around her little finger in seconds, cumming like a bitch at her feet, just like every other cock and pussy around. She was becoming so bored that she considered moving on, going to one of the larger cities in the west, or maybe the busy ports of the south. Somewhere, anywhere she could find some action. 

But action came to her.

One day a strange man came to Tuffetville, a black man. His skin was like polished ebony, and his muscles were as hard as iron. His clothing was exotic and foreign, and through his tight pantaloons was outlined the biggest, thickest cock Little Miss Muffet had ever seen on anything that wasn't a farm animal.

His name was Spider.

Now Little Miss Muffet waited under a tree up on a hill outside of town, eagerly awaiting her tryst with the black wanderer. He was late. He usually was. That was fine with Muffet though. She understood her man came when he wanted to, and she was just happy that he did. Spider had a lot of other bitches on the side, both in Tuffetville and in the surrounding villages, so Muffet had to do her best to fuck him better than any other girl. None of the men liked Spider, since he easily seduced any daughter or wife away from their father or husband, so he developed a habit of moving from town to town quickly, fucking as much white pussy as he wanted, leaving only broken marriages and mocha-skinned children behind.

As Little Miss Muffet thought about his big, black cock and his hard chocolate muscles she grew hysterically aroused. She spread her legs open and began to pet her angry pussy, trying desperately to calm it down, but it only become further enraged by the unforgivable absence of cock. Pretty soon she was slapping it angrily, hurting herself, trying to cum, but no orgasm was possible on her own. Only Spider could fuck her properly anymore, as she told all the disappointed boys in town. 

"Ha! You become more impatient every day, you fat slut," a sexy, deep voice greeted her. Spider stepped out of the shadows, already removing the silk clothes he wore, unleashing his powerful body.

Little Miss Muffet gasped in fright, almost passing out from a sudden rush of emotion.

"What's wrong, my little slave, do I scare you?"

"Yes," Muffet whimpered. Her lips were quivering, but she spread her legs for him none the less, offering up her hot cunt as if by instinct rather than choice. "But that excites me. I never know if you're going to kiss me or slap me. I can't tell if you're going to be gentle and loving, or fuck me like a cheap whore. You scare the shit out of me, and that makes me so wet."

She clumsily pulled her soaked thong out of the way, moaning pathetically as she rubbed her aching cunt, physically begging him to stop waiting and just fuck her.

"Fuck me," she almost cried. "Please . . . fuck me before I go crazy."

Spider laughed. Muffet was one of his very favorite sluts. Not THE favorite, but one of them. If it wasn't for her hot, slippery throat, and cunt that was as soft as butter, he would have left Tuffetville weeks ago. He was pretty sure he had impregnated both the mayor's wife and his young daughter, and he didn't want to be around when two new black babies popped out. 

"What? No foreplay. Greedy bitch!" His strong hand grabbed her by her brown curls and pulled her up. She squeaked in pain right before ten inches of thick, pussy-splitting meat rammed past her fat lips and down her accommodating esophagus. Muffet was a prize winning cock-sucker (literally, Tuffetville had an annual contest) but even she had a little trouble taking down Spider's womb-buster without gagging a little. Her mascara ran dark rivers down her cheeks as her eyes watered, and long strands of spit dripped from her chin as she struggled to breath. Spider face-fucked her like this until the very last second before she would pass out, and then he let go of her hair and she popped off. 

She fell on her back gasping for air, bubbles of spit and pre-cum popped out of her nose. Her head swam with the thick smell of Spider's intoxicating pheromones, and her body chemistry responded by making her cunt start to moisten up like a watermelon on a hot day. Spider was already on top of her, his dark hands digging into the soft flesh of her pale tits, squeezing them as if they would pop. She whimpered, and then she felt the iron-hard ram's-head of his cock pressing against her pink gate. He held it there for a moment, just to emphasize how much she was going to feel it when he penetrated her, and then he did it.

"FUCK!" Muffet screamed so loud that every bird nearby flew off. "Holy mother-fucking god! Fuck me!"

Spider laughed as he pounded her with the full force of a battering ram, hard enough to break most little white sluts in half, but he knew that Muffet's fat cunt could take it, so he gave it to her. She was screaming her head off so he reached back and delivered a brutal bitch-slap across her drooling face, sending wads of spit flying from her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her then, raping her mouth with his tongue as he raped her pussy with his dick. He was a very good kisser. It was said with one kiss he could make a gentle virgin experience an orgasm, which might have been an exaggeration, but at that moment Muffet began to spasm uncontrollably. She was cumming her brains out, so he decided to let loose, and his cock exploded deep into her willing, open body.

He spurted in her three times, ejaculating five-times the amount of cum most men were capable for producing, and even then he wasn't done. He pulled out, stood up, spurting thick strands of cum across her stomach and breasts, and then he grabbed her by her curly hair and wrenched her to her knees. He put is cock right in front of her slobbering face she was ready for it, long tongue dangling to catch as much of her conqueror's white chocolate as she could. Copious amounts of cum filled her hungry mouth, but even more shot across her eyes, chin, nose, and coated her entire face.

As his orgasm subsided Spider gasped in the afterglow of what an amazing facial he had just given this cheap slut. He really was an artist. Weakly, Muffet began to scoop up cum with her fingers, shoveling it into her veracious mouth. Dripping with his spunk, she smiled up at him with a big bright smile and her two girlish brown eyes, looking very ridiculous covered in as much semen as she was.

"Enjoying your curds and whey, slut?" he asked.

She nodded.

He smiled back, before bitch-slapping her so hard that she was knocked out.  

Chapter 2. #####

Little Miss Muffet staggered awake about an hour later, lying half naked under the same tree, still covered in her master's cum, but he was nowhere to be seen. Muffet whimpered sadly as she stroked the side of her face Spider had so roughly slapped he that it was still a little sore, but nowhere near as sore as her battered cunt was. She poked at it curiously to find that her larger-than-average clit was still erect and she was still horny for another round of rough sex. And she should have gotten one. Spider never came just once with her. Sometimes he'd bust three nuts in a row, one for each of her holes, but this had been their shortest sex-session ever. Normally they fucked for hours, or at least until Muffet passed out from the stress of her multiple orgasms. He had even slapped her out just so he could leave.

"Jerk! That big, sexy jerk!"

She knew what was going on, and it terrified her. Spider was getting bored with her, but that could only mean that he found some new bitch to beat up with his cock. It couldn't have been any slut in Tuffetville, none of them were as dirty or wet as Muffet was. It had to be someone who lived nearby though, and chances were that Spider was heading there now. She struggled to her feet, tucked her big tits back into her tight dress, and pulled up her panties. She was going to find this slut and make the little bitch pay for stealing her man.

Chapter 3. ####

"Hey Muffet," the cute shepherd's son greeted the beautiful girl who had taken his virginity. Everyone knew he was in love with her. "Watcha' up to?"

"Looking for Spider. Seen him?"

"Oh . . . yeah," he moped. "He went past the blacksmith's house. But, you know, if you want, you could come up to my room and I could-"

THUD!!!

Muffet's knee came up into the shy boy's balls like a sledgehammer, mashing them into his hipbone. He fell to the ground crying in pain, clutching his unimpressively ordinary sized penis.

"Thanks, but I'm not interested in your little penis. Maybe you should go fuck a sheep or something. Bye." 

So Muffet strutted into the Blacksmith's shop, swaggering like the sexual bombshell she knew she was. The big, ruggedly handsome blacksmith smiled when he saw her curvaceous young body, so much better than his skinny little wife. He had loved Muffet from the moment he took her virginity, and for a time he had been her favorite cock. 

"My sweet child, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He hugged her, cupping her big ass in his strong, giant hands and pushed her soft body into his, her large tits squishing into his iron-hard chest. He kissed her, but she didn't kiss back. 

"Just looking for Spider. Seen him?"

His disappointment was plain to see. "Yes . . . well . . . he was headed over to the well to gather water."

"Thanks. Bye,"

"Wait!" He grabbed her wrist before she could leave. Little Miss Muffet did not like that one bit. She picked up a heavy looking hammer and swung it up into his crotch, delivering a blow to his testicles that could have easily popped one. The big, strong man fell to his knees, crying from both the metaphorical pain of betrayal and the literal pain in his balls.

"Why . . . (gasp) . . . is Spider so special."

Muffet giggled evilly. "Go ask your wife, or your daughter, or your sister, or any other fucking woman you know. They'll tell you."

Next Muffet came to the well at the center of town, where most of the folk gathered in the beautifully rustic square for dances and festivals. A tall blonde girl was sitting by the well, wearing an expensive dress that was cut low to reveal her firm, milky white breasts. It was Giselle, the Mayor's daughter, the one Spider had knocked up.

"Hello Muffet," Giselle sneered. "You're looking particularly whorish today. Is that dried semen on your chin?"

"S'up bitch." Muffet replied, licking her chin to get the last of Spider's spunk. 

Muffet and Giselle hated each other, but that had never stopped them from experimenting with lesbian love. Why shouldn't they? They were both hot, young and horny. But other than seeing Giselle naked, in bed, with her legs spread wide open, Muffet did not like seeing this ho around town. "Seen Spider?"

Giselle laughed haughtily, rubbing her still flat stomach. She wasn't showing yet. "Daddy went to the east bridge out of town. Says he has something important to---HEY!" Giselle screamed as Muffet callously pushed her into the well. She toppled backwards and disappeared down the dark hole, landing with a splash. Luckily the well was mostly full, so they could fish her out easily enough, not that Muffet would have minded it that much if the rich bitch had drowned. 

Muffet came to the east bridge, a small little thing made of stone that went over a small, shallow stream. It was rarely used because it lead to the eastern woods, which were mostly uninhabited and used only for hunting. Two 19 year old girls were sitting on the bridge kissing. Their blouses were undone, revealing their flat, nubile chests, and their skirts were hiked up to show their skinny legs. The girls were twin sisters, Linda and Lindsey, both redheaded and freckled.

"Hey Muffet!" the girls greeted in unison. Their hands were in the either twin's lap, mildly stroking the other's pussy. "Wanna go for a swim?"

"No thanks girls. I'm looking for someone. Spider. Seen him?"

The twins giggled. "Oh, we saw him." Linda said

"And felt him." Lindsey said.

"He's such a stud. He came right up to us and started kissing us. Most boys are such pussies that they actually ask first."

"And he felt up out tits too, with those big strong hands of his."

"He said we're too small for him still, even though we're almost 20."

"But maybe in a year when we're bigger he'll fuck us like he does to our mom."

"Yeah. Mom can't even walk the mornings after he splits her open with that giant cock."

"He let us play with his big cock for a little bit, though."

"But he took it away when we started to get him too horny." 

Muffet clenched her fists in jealous anger. "So . . . where . . . is . . . he?"

The stupid twins pointed to the woods, obliviously unaware of Muffet's anger. "He went that way. He had some stuff with him. Said he was only going about a day's walk to the east."

"Thanks," Muffet said. She grabbed either twin but their short red-hair and then violently cracked their heads together, knocking them both senseless. She pushed and they both tumbled off the bridge and fell into the shallow stream below. "Fucking retards."

And with that, Muffet entered the dark woods.

Chapter 4. ##### 

Muffet walked all day and all night through the dark woods, and as the air grew cold and the sky grew dark she began to regret coming so unprepared. She had been lead by her burning jealousy to this, being such an emotional person as she was, but her recklessness had never gotten her into this much trouble before. She was cold, hungry, and more than a little scared. The woods were filled with all kinds of trolls and werewolves, just the kinds of monsters who loved to brutally rape stupid bimbos who went wandering in the woods alone. Although, the idea of being gang-banged by werewolves didn't seem all that bad. For one thing, they had fur, so she'd at least be warm.

Carelessly, she walked into a sharp tree branch, and it tore the tight dress off of her body like a candy wrapper, leaving her naked other than her thong-panties and stockings. The cold air kissed her nipples and made them stiffen up, each poking out a full inch. Begrudgingly, she marched on after the cock she needed so badly. 

Finally, something lit up the darkness. There was a light in the distance through all the twisted evil trees. Muffet scampered over, dodging from tree to tree so she wouldn't be seen, although it would have been hard to not notice the curvy naked white woman prancing through the middle of the woods all by herself.

In a clearing in the woods, beside a lake and a waterfall that came from a small cliff, rose a tiny little tower, capped by a small cabin at the very top. Even in the moonlight it was colorful and totally gay looking. Muffet wondered if some sort of witch lived her, but it looked a little too cute to belong to a witch. As Muffet crept closer she could hear the unmistakably sound of hard, rough, bed-breaking sex going on at the top of the tower. From the sounds of it there was a young woman up there getting the daylights fucked out of her, and she was loving every second of it. There was only one man Muffet knew of who could fuck a woman like that: Spider. 

Muffet crept around the tower looking for a door, a ladder, a stair, anything, but here was nothing. There was no way to get up there. Miserable, she cried as she listened to the glorious sounds of epic sex occurring right above her head, so close but so far, and her body responded to the stimulus as it always did. She started to get horny. She found some soft looking bushes to lie down in, trying to keep warm as she started finger-fucking herself to the sounds of Spider's cock-thrusts echoing in her otherwise vacant mind. She just sat there, cried, and masturbated as the fucking went on for hours and hours, before finally it reached its peak. The woman began to scream in orgasmic joy so powerfully that it the tower shook, and Muffet could not resist how absolutely sexy it sounded. She started to spurt as well, and so together the strangers climaxed, and Muffet promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 5 #####.

Muffet woke up the next morning to find the sun shining down on her naked, dew covered body. Luckily it had been summer so she hadn't gotten too cold that night, and the soft grass she was laying on was as comfortable as any mattress. 

When she looked up at the tower something was different about it. A couple of big doors were open to a small balcony, and spilling from the balcony was what looked like yards worth of golden hair. Human hair! And hanging from the very bottom of it was none other than Muffet's black Adonis himself, Spider. He was clothed, but only in a pair of tight silk pants which strained to contain his semi-erect cock, and his muscles were glistening with a sheen of sexual energy. It was obvious just from looking at him that he had been fucking all night. Muffet had never seen him that tired looking before, even after the orgy on her birthday when he fucked her and eight of her friends. 

"When will I see you again?" a female voice called down from the balcony. "I . . . I think I'm addicted to you."

"And I to you, my dirty little girl," Spider called back in his sexy accent. "But I have other gardens that need tending."

"You mean other bitches who need fucking," the woman laughed back. She didn't even sound jealous.

"Aye. There's one fat cock-sucker in a hamlet nearby. I liked her more than most, but I think I've fucked her as many times as I need to. I'm going to visit Tuffetville one last time, just to say goodbye to her and to make it clear to some other bitches I've knocked up that they're on their own. There are also these two petite twins I want to pop, even though they might not be big enough to handle my cock without injury."

The woman laughed. "Well hurry back, stud. There aren't exactly a lot of other cocks around here."

Spider laughed one last time and ran off in the direction that Muffet had just come from. He didn't see her hiding in the bushes, or hear her sobs of misery to know that she was being dumped like another other cheap baby-mama. More mascara ran down her face as she cried and hit the ground with her first. So that was it. The most interesting thing in her life was gone.


Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 01



Or was it?

The golden hair started to ascend back into the tower, like a blonde rope, and Muffet got a wicked idea. She ran over to the hair, and just before it was out of reach the jumped up and took a hold of it.

"Ouch," the woman complained. "Spider? Are you staying? Oh goodie! I'm already starving for another cock-load of your salty cream."

The suddenly came up even faster, and Muffet found herself standing on the balcony, looking at the source of the golden hair. It was all growing from the pretty head of a young woman about the same age as her. This girl was gorgeous as all fuck too. She was tall, slender, long-legged, blue-eyed, and her unblemished skin was almost as radiant and golden as her hair. Her perfectly shaped tits heaved with every breath, shining like two balls of gold, begging to be stolen, and her two pointy golden nipples practically dripped with sex-appeal. She was a perfect blonde princess, just the kind that Spider lusted after most, so unlike a country-pumpkin like Muffet. For the first time in her life Muffet knew what it was like to feel inadequate, and that feeling really pissed her off.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her blue eyes wide with shock.

Muffet choked back a sob. "I'm Little Miss Muffet, and I'm the bitch who's going to kick your fucking ass."

Without any more warning Muffet threw her fist right into the princess's perfect face, connecting with her shapely cheekbone. The bitch staggered backwards from the blow, but Muffet wasn't down. Three more punches battered blondie's face in a perfect combo, keeping the bitch in too much pain to react. Muffet finished her combo by lifting her foot and kicking it right into the whore's athletic stomach. With a heavy 'oof,' she flew through the air and landed on a fragile wooden chair, which immediately snapped to pieces underneath her.

"Ouch, fuck!" The beautiful woman whined as she clutched her perfect ass on the ground, her long legs were spread wide open, revealing her pretty, freshly deflowered pussy. She was giving Muffet a perfect target.

"Fuck you!" Muffet brought down her high-heeled clog right on her opponent's pussy, twisting it with cruel, sadistic joy.

"OH FUCK WHY?" the woman cried, tears falling from her crystal blue eyes as she squirmed in intense pain.

"What's your name bitch?" Muffet asked, twisting her heel a little on the whore's golden clit.

Blondie only cried and whined, saying nothing that was intelligible.

Muffet stomped again. "Your name bitch! What is it?" 

"Rapunzel!" she screamed. "I'm Rapunzel!"

Muffet licked her lips, enjoying the pain in Rapunzel's voice. She leaned over to whisper into the bitch's ear. "Well, nice to meet you Rapunzel. I'm sure we're going to be the best of friends . . . right up until I strangle you're skinny neck with all this hair. Now stand up bitch. Stand up!"

Muffet grabbed Rapunzel by her scalp and lifted the tall bitch to her feet. She stood groggily, dizzy with pain, and long legs shook and her tits jiggled as she struggled a to stay standing.

Muffet started running Rapunzel along the floor, leading her by her scalp. "Kiss the wall, bitch!"

SLAM!!! 

Rapunzel was slammed head first into the wall, hitting it so hard that it actually left a dent, wooden boards snapping in half. Rapunzel staggered back, her vision doubling and blurry with acute, throbbing pain. Then Muffet's arms were wrapping around her waist, and she was lifted off the ground. Muffet arched back, slamming Rapunzel head first into the floor in a perfectly executed backward-suplex.

Muffet rose to her feet, but Rapunzel stayed exactly where she was, resting on her head and shoulders, ass and pussy sticking straight up in the air. Muffet was pretty confident that she had already won, and that this long-haired bitch was a complete weakling. She spat onto Rapunzel's blank face, disgusted with how boring the dumb whore was, but she did have a very edible looking pussy and ass. Her holes were as pretty and inviting as such holes could be, and Muffet couldn't blame Spider for wanting to fuck them, she just didn't think they were as good as her own. Still, she had to get a taste, just to be sure. 

"I'm kinda sure you're in way too much pain to feel this, but I'm going to eat your pussy, okay," Muffet told her comatose victim. "That spunk inside belongs to me anyway." 

Slowly and sensually, Muffet stuck out her long, fat tongue and started to lap at Rapunzel's pink, tasty lips, immediately amazed at how fresh and sweet they were. Muffet flicked he clit, explored the inside folds of her tight lips, and then plunged in as deeply as she could, where she tasted Spider. This was without a doubt the best pussy she had ever eaten. 

Muffet thought that Rapunzel was knocked out for good, but suddenly her long legs snapped around Muffet's head, causing the attacker to muffle incoherently into the wet pussy. Muffet looked into Rapunzel's blue eyes and saw them blazing with righteous, sadistic hatred.

"Like the way it tastes, you fat bitch? Good, because this is you last meal." Rapunzel arched her back with amazing flexibility, positioning herself on her hands so that she was now off the ground, Muffet's face still buried in her snatch. Then, which incredible stregnth, Rapunzel did a backwards summersault, throwing Muffet through the air and against the wall which she struck with a heavy thud.

"Impressed?" Rapunzel asked. "My mother taught me a dozen different ways to use my body as a weapon, in case some monster or rapist ever snuck into my tower."

Muffet was quick back to her feet, but Rapunzel was faster. Muffet expected the bitch to use her long, powerful legs to kick her. She did not expect Rapunzel to go for the vase on a nearby table, which she grabbed and shattered against Muffet's head. Muffet staggered in place, dizzy with pain. Then the kicks came. Rapunzel spun with the grace of a ballerina, launching out a devastating spin-kick that struck Muffet right in the face, spinning her around as if she were on a swivel. Then the blonde beutty unleashed a flurry of lightning-fast high-kicks, all of which either struck Muffet in the face or her large breasts. Muffet occasionally tried to punch back or block, but Rapunzel expertly pushed her arms aside with a counter punch or kick, and then began attacking again. 

Muffet fell against the wall and almost passed out. Rapunzel was backing away, almost to the other side of the room. She began runing forward then, lept in the air, and came down with a lethal flying kick aimed at Muffet's head. Muffet saw it just in time and moved, saving her life by mere inches. Wooden boards snapped as Rapunzel's foot went right through the wall. She had the stupidest look on her face when she realized she was stuck, balancing on one leg.

Muffet ducked down between Rapunzel's legs, grabbing her firm ass to hold her still, and then Muffet started punching her right in her exposed vagina. One! Two! Three! Each punch was harder than the last, and Rapunzel barked in pain as she tried with futility to pull her leg free. Muffet was going to punch her pussy to death.

But it got worse. Muffet rested on her back, directly beneath Rapunzel's spread legs, and she raised both of her own legs, aiming her high-heeled shoes right for the already battered cunt.

"Ready to fly, sweetie?" Muffet asked in a fake girly voice.

"Oh, god . . . Pleas don't-"

KICK!!!

Both feet flew up with all of Muffet's strength, striking Rapunzel right in her beaten womanhood. The force of the blow launched her up, her leg coming free from the wall, and she flew through the air, landing on her small dining table. It shattered beneath her, and once again Rapunzel writhed in pain amongst the fragments of her once peaceful home.

Now was the moment, Muffet realized, to end this bitch. Permanently. She strutted over to the fireplace mantle, the highest surface in the room, and climbed atop it. She turned her back to Rapunzel, so that her big ass was directed towards the floor where the bitch's face was rolling. She was going to jump, and land ass-first on that stupid bitch's blonde head. Muffet imagined Rapunzel's head being slammed through the floor, with her lower body sticking up like a flower. This was going to be sweet.

"Here it comes, bitch!" Muffet yelled. "It ends!" She leapt, she flew, but before she landed on the slut's head something stopped her. Something wrapped around her waist and neck and held her up in the air, swinging back and forth as if on a swing.

It was hair. Hair!

Rapunzel did not have the strength to stand yet, but she did have the strength to throw her hair up and over the rafters in the ceiling. Golden locks of hair hung around the room like spider-webs, and Muffet had landed right in it like a dumb, fat fly.

Rapunzel stood up, holding her hair like a lasso, and she laughed. "You're right, you know? This is the end. But for you, cunt."

Rapunzel walked over to a set of drawers near her bed, swaggering on her tight ass, and with every step the hair around Muffet's waist and neck tightened, choking her. Muffet just hung there and watched as Rapunzel's long, slender body bent over, tightening the hair-noose even more, and forcing Mueffet to look deeply into her princess's shapely ass and vaginal mound. Rapunzel stood back up, snapping a belt into place around her waist, and another between her legs to make a sort of leather g-string. She turned, and projecting erectly from her crotch was a big, curved, ivory dildo.

"Like it, fatty?" Rapunzel laughed, stroking the ivory penis as if it were an actual cock. "It's not nearly as good as Spider's hot, cum-filled cock, but it's good enough for you. Better, actually. A pig like you doesn't deserve such a nice, smooth toy."  

Rapunzel walked forward a little, leading with her hips, aiming the big dildo at Muffet's cunt which was wide open and hanging about four feet off the ground. Rapunzel shook her hair slightly, and this caused Muffet to begin swinging back and forth, every turn getting close and closer to colliding with the princess's outward hips. 

"My adoptive mother is the one who put me in this tower," Rapunzel said. "She said it was to protect me, but I see that was complete bullshit now. When I was younger I became unbelievably horny sometimes, almost feverish with heat and an animalistic need to get fucked. Mother was afraid I'd leave the tower in search of sex, so she brought me little girls (of legal age) from nearby villages to play with. I was too much for them though, and usually fucked them so hard the cried. Then my mother got this strap-on dildo to fuck me into submission herself, which was fine for a time. Sometimes she fucked me for hours just to put me to bed. But now I've had real cock. Real BIG cock, and I am never going back. Spider is going to take me away next time he comes, and we are going to travel the world together, making love with every step. And I am not going to let a cheap country slut with fat tits like you stop that from happening."

Muffet grunted in pain as the dildo started hitting her crotch as she swung forward. It didn't just slide in. The dildo was completely without lubrication, and despite how surprisingly wet she was, sudden penetration from a prick that big was going to hurt. 

Muffet laughed nervously. "You're a fucking dumb slut. He's going to dump your freak-ass the moment he gets another little blonde princess to bounce on his cock and suck his big balls. Spider doesn't love you. He only loves pussy, fresh pussy-OUCH!"

Rapunzel's fist smacked into Muffet's exposed cunt as she swung forward again. "Shut up! He does love me. He's leaving you for me, you worthless peasant cum-dumpster! You're the cheap whore here, not me." Rapunzel punched her cunt again with another loud smack.

Muffet coughed in pain and struggled in the hair-web. "Fuck you, princess."

"No, bitch . . . fuck you." This was Muffet's last swing. Rapunzel grabbed the thicker girl by her waist, and punched in every inch of her massive ivory dildo into her enemy's sopping, bruised pussy, burring it to the hilt without so much as a drop of lubrication other than Muffet's own juices.

"FFFFUUUUUUCK!" Muffet screamed, feeling like her stomach had just been punched up into her chest. Her hoarse gasping and wheezing was drowned out by Rapunzel's sadistic, musical laughter. 

"Squeal piggy! Squeal you fucking peasant!" Rapunzel yelled as she began to brutally fuck the daylights out of Muffet's silk-pocket, hitting her with fast, hard thrusts as if she were tenderizing a piece of meat. And Muffet did squeal, as much as she tried not to, but there was no helping it. She squealed like a pig getting fucked by a horse. And fucking wasn't that only thing Rapunzel did. She grabbed Muffet's fat pillow-tits, squeezing them with raptor like strength, pinching the nipples between her long, sharp nails.

"What big fat tits you have," Rapunzel sneered in disgust. "They're like big sacks of dough. I think spider prefers tits like mine," she said, one hand rubbing her own young, firm perfectly sloped, smaller breast. She pushed it up, leaned down, and took a long erotic taste of her own golden nipple. "Mmmm . . . delicious. What do yours taste like?"

Rapunzel leaned down, still beating the shit out of Muffet's pussy, and took one of the peasant's big nipples into mouth, sucking so hard that it made Muffet squeal even more. She bit down, teeth digging into soft flesh, and Muffet screamed. 

That was it. The pain had become to pleasurable, and Muffet felt the insides of her body begin to melt in a way that she had only felt when Spider fucked her. Her muscles tensed, but her pussy blossomed like a wet flower, and something big and moist popped insider her. She started to shake, moan, and cum like she was being electrocuted. A stream of cum burst from her battered cunt, drenching Rapunzel's ivory cock, and dripping on the floor where it made a huge puddle. 

Perhaps it was the sudden wave of pheromones from Muffet's body, or her vibrations travelling through the didlo, but in that moment Rapunzel lost control of herself as well, also experiencing a large, leg-shaking orgasm. She bit her lip to stop from screaming, and her toes curled up so much that she almost fell over. She kept thrusting into Muffet's dripping hole, prolonging both of their climaxes.

When their pleasure finally began to subside, they were both panting and huffing like two athlete's after a marathon, but Muffet was also was whimpering submissively like a freshly popped virgin. Overwhelmed by sex, Rapunzel forgot that Muffet was her enemy, and she leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues and lips smacked against each other in sloppy, wet eroticism, more sexually explicit than passionate. 

Rapunzel lost herself in the kiss, loving the taste of strawberries and cum on Muffet's juicy lips, but Muffet was regaining her senses quickly. She ended the kiss, leaned back, and then brought up her forehead smacking into Rapunzel's elegant little nose. 

"CRACK!!!"

Rapunzel staggered back, stunned by the pain in her face and still dizzy with the afterglow of their orgasm. The ivory dildo slid out of Muffet's cunt with a wet popping sound, and Rapunzel let go of her golden hair-lasso. Muffet fell to the ground, her big ass landing on a pile of rubble, but she was free.

Before the dazed princess could react Muffet grabbed a huge arm-full of Rapunzel's golden hair, wrapping it around her left arm like a hose. She pulled, and Rapunzel was lifted off of her feet towards the rafters, swinging forward, right into the raised heel of Muffet's foot as she kicked out. 

OOF!!!"

Muffet's foot sunk into Rapunzel's stomach with a loud smack, causing the hanging princess's tongue to shoot out of her mouth, and her blue eyes to nearly pop out of her skull.

Muffet let the long hair unravel from her arm, and Rapunzel landed hard on the floor, squarely on her ass, splashing into the puddle of their shared cum. Rapunzel groaned in pain, clutching her stomach, trying not to vomit. 

"You got the floor all wet, bitch, you should clean it up." Muffet grabbed Rapunzel by her head again, and slammed it against the floor. She grabbed Rapunzel by her long legs, and held her upside down, sweeping the floor with her golden hair like it was a mob, soaking up every drop of the cum-puddle. Rapunzel screamed in futile rage as her precious hair was stained and dirtied, wiggling weekly to escape, and Muffet just laughed. Rapunzel's pussy was right in front of Muffet's face, so as she used the princess as a mob she also stuck her tongue out and orally raped the blonde bitch. As much as it disgusted Rapunzel, she could not lie to her body, and a small orgasm shook through her, heightening her humiliation

Muffet let go of Rapunzel, dropping her to the floor, but then she grabbed the princess by the waste and hiked her ass up, kicking her legs open so that her golden sex was fully exposed. Rapunzel was crying, crippled by the pain in her gut and the shame of being used as a mop.

Rapunzel could hear the sound of leather straps being snapped into place. Muffet was standing over her, wearing her mother's ivory didlo. Rapunzel knew what was coming but was powerless to do anything about it. She merely whimpered. 

The smooth, wet tip of the ivory cock pressed against Rapunzel's hole, but not her pussy. Muffet was aiming for the princess's inexperienced asshole. 

"No . . . NO! Not there! Please not in there!" Rapunzel tried to kick away, even to crawl along the floor as her long nails scratched against the polished wood, but Muffet's strong hands held her in place.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch. You're going to stay right here, and I am going to fuck your ass until it's as big as that rude mouth of yours!" Muffet took a handful of golden hair near Rapunzel's scalp, tugging on it harshly as she pressed into the princess's puckered pink asshole with all her might. The bitch was tight, but the cock was well lubed, and it began to slide in despite every muscle in Rapunzel's broken body trying pathetically to push back. As Muffet finally got the hilt of her new ivory cock to touch the stretched out rim of her opponent's anus Rapunzel began to sob, mostly out of denial to the pleasure she was feeling. Despite being locked in a tower her whole life, Rapunzel was a princess. She was not supposed to be used as a mop for cum and a toy for anal sex.

"Stop crying bitch," Muffet laughed, slapping Rapunzel's ass. "I can tell you love this." Muffet's wide hips began thrusting the dildo in and out of Rapunzel's tight hole, stretching her in places the princess had never wanted to be stretched, fucking her harder than even Spider had before. The sounds of hips slapping against ass cheeks filled the tower, along with the pathetic cries of Rapunzel as her mind began to crack. She was regressing, becoming sluttier and dirtier by the second as the pain fermented into a sort of sick pleasure. Her pink tongue wiggled out of her mouth and even began to lick the floor that was still damp with Muffet's cunt-honey. Not long after that Muffet noticed that Rapunzel was no longer resisting the ivory cock. In fact, it seemed as if she were pushing back, although Rapunzel's body was so weak that she could barely tell.

Muffet spanked the princess's ass a few more times, and then decided to end the stuck-up little whore. She reached under Rapunzel's legs, and penetrated her wet cunt with one, then two, then three, then four fingers, finally working her whole hand inside. Now the princess was getting fucked in both hole's and she was dripping like a rain cloud. Her face contorted in a sort of pain as she bit her lower lip, trying so hard to stop from yelling "Fuck yes! Fuck me harder!" but it was obvious to Muffet what the princess's slutty body wanted.




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 01



"You can cum now," Muffet huffed. "I know you want to. You know you want to. Anyone around for miles knows you want to. You're a desperate, needy little whore, and you need to get fucked. I don't think you even care where you get it either. You're leaking like a fucking waterspout. Stop pretending, you fucking sex-bag, and just cum! CUM!"

Muffet raised her free hand and slapped it across Rapunzel's ass so hard that the tower echoed with thunder. That was the crack that broke the floodgate. Rapenzel lifted her head off of the floor and screamed.

"FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK YYEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!" 

Rapunzel's pussy exploded like a water-balloon and blue eyes rolled back into her skull as her mind shattered like a piece of glass. Any memory of her nobility and grace was blown away by the orgasm that rippled through her body, and she screamed out meaningless gibberish encouraging Muffet to fuck her harder. She couldn't even remember her name at this point, only that she was a sex-hungry little nymphomaniac, and she needed this curvy bitch to fuck her harder. 

Muffet almost lost control of the shuddering Rapunzel, but she held on with all her strength and kept fucking the blonde whore, knowing that she was so close to winning. Muffet took a wide stance with her thick legs, arching back and picking Rapunzel's tall body off the floor, even as she continued to spasm. Muffet fucked Rapunzel in the standing position, summonsing up strength she didn't even realize she had, causing all of Rapunzel's limbs to flap about wildly and her back to arch painfully far backwards. 

Rapunzel was shaking from a second and third orgasm, all of them overlapping so quickly that there was simply no distinguishing between them. Muffet enjoyed her own small climaxes as her body responded to all the thrusting, but she was still in control, whereas Rapunzel was far beyond saving. 

Finally the princess's uncontrollable quaking began to subside, lessening into involuntary twitching, and Muffet breathed heavily in satisfaction. Rapunzel shuddering body feel to the floor, writhing there like a worm in the sun, as Muffet slowly unbuckled the ivory dildo from her plump ass. Her pussy was sore, and she winced in pain taking it off, but she still felt more amazing then she had in a long, long time.

"Thanks bitch," she said to the catatonic princess. "I really, really needed that. But what I don't need any more . . . is you." Muffet grabbed Rapunzel by her scalp once again, and dragged the mindless body over to the wall, probing up the blonde girl against it so that he head rested at the level of Muffet's ass. Muffet took a few seconds to squeeze the princess's firm tits, and admitted that they were very nice. Muffet turned, bent over, and presented her large behind to Rapunzel's face.

"Kiss my tuffet, princess," Rapunzel commanded.

Rapunzel obeyed, no longer possessing any will of her own. Her perfect pink lips wandered over the wide globes of Muffet's ass, kissing them with little smacks.

"Not like that, you stupid trash. Kiss my asshole. Use that little tongue of yours."

A small fragment of Rapunzel's mind was just conscious enough to register disgust. If she remembered any of this when she recovered the memory would humiliate her beyond belief, but for now she was a submissive, broken slut, and she obeyed. Her wet pink tongue weakly poked at the puckered hole of Muffet's big, juicy tuffet, but was unable to penetrate. She was too weak to give a proper rim-job.

Muffet shrugged her shoulders. "Good enough. Well, this is the end. Goodnight bitch." Muffet leaned forward, gaining distance and leverage between her wide ass and Rapunzel's defenseless head leaning against the wall. The princess's instinct that an intense amount of pain was coming her way shook her from her sex-zombified state just in time to realize what Muffet was doing, but not soon enough to stop it.

SLAM!!!

Muffet's ass flew into Rapunzel's face, slamming it against the wall like a boulder crushing an egg. Wooden panels shattered like twigs and Rapunzel's head was ass-punched through the wall, pushing the top half of her body along with it. It was a brutal knockout, and the last thing Rapunzel saw was Muffet's giant ass pulverizing her face.

Chapter 6. #####

Spider was disappointed that he couldn't find Little Miss Muffet anywhere in Tuffetville. He would have liked fucking that dumb bitch one last time. She was so desperate to please him, like most woman were, but at least she could take his cock down her throat without suffocating. On a scale of 1 to 10 he gave her a 6, which was the highest he gave to any slut in that little town. But it was time to leave those bitches behind, because he had found a beautiful blonde princess locked up in a tower all for himself, who was at least an 8, maybe even a 9 if he was being generous.

Spider fucked women differently when he knew it was going to be the last time. He didn't hold back. He just took his pleasure without concern for theirs, or even for their health. Muffet would have been a perfect little toy to break. He wanted to pop her juicy ass like a overripe piece of fruit, but instead he contented himself with the Mayor's wife and daughter Gisele, who he fucked right along with the young twins Linda and Lindsey. His fuckings were always hard and intense, but he might have overdone it this last time. Gisele and her mother had been fucked so hard that they basically forgot themselves, and started fucking each other in ways that Spider wouldn't have done to a suicidal whore. Linda and Lindsey had been sweet cherries to pop, but they were probably too petite for him in retrospect. Linda was very likely going to have a limp for the rest of her life, and Lindsey's voice would be a little deeper after the way he raped her throat.

That was all behind him now, as where the pitchforks and torches of the town's jilted men. The only thing that was in Spider's mind was the beautiful Rapunzel. Her perfect white skin, her golden blonde hair, her come-hither lips, and crystal blue eyes. Spider was going to enjoy spending the next several months converting her into a shameless, cheap whore before he'd abandon her at some brothel or slaver-market in return for some drinking money. That's what he did to the ones he liked.

As he came to the tower he saw that his loyal bitch had already lowered her long golden hair down for him to climb. She was probably delirious with lust for his big ebony cock. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair, so I can come up there and fuck your golden cunt," he laughed, bounding up with an already erect cock. But as he reached the balcony a sudden horror struck him. The hair was not attached to Rapunzel's head, but it was instead just tied to the balcony's railing like a rope. He looked inside, and saw that his slut's once perfect little home had been converted into a dark sex-dungeon. He wandered in, and the wind slammed the door shut behind him.

It was dark, damp, and stank of sex. There was a something writhing against the far wall, the body of a tall girl with perfect breasts. She was tied down with golden ropes around her hands, feet and neck. A ballgag in her mouth silenced her. This couldn't be Rapunzel, Spider thought. This bitch was shaved bald. 

"Hello Spider. I've been looking for you."

He turned to see a wanton and lewd shape on the bed, a woman he barely recognized. She was shapely and glistening with sweat, her giant tits barely restrained by the leather straps of an evil looking dominatrix outfit. Her legs were spread and she was fingering her wet, gushing pussy, with a hungry look in her big brown eyes.

"Come close to my waterspout, Spider. I'm going to wash you out. I'm going to wash you out until I'M the one who gets bored of you, you fucking bitch!"



Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 02



Princess Penelope tossed and turned in her bed in hot, sweaty frustration, her translucent green negligee clinging to her young, unblemished, freshly nineteen year old body. Her rigid pink nipples stood out from her average, firm breasts, screaming for her to tweak them. Her engorged shining clitoris was equally erect, sticking out of her hairless vagina like a little flag that said "PLEASE FUCK ME." Her long brown hair that she had tied into a single braid that went to the top of her perfect, nimble ass was coming undone. Of course she had tried masturbation, she had tried if over a dozen times by now, and despite a countless slew of orgasms and a very wet mattress she was no closer to a restful sleep than she had been three hours ago.

Princess Penelope had always had this problem: she was a total nymphomaniac, but her condition had only gotten truly unbearable since her eighteenth birthday. Every slight unexpected sensation would send electric shivers through her body, and even a slight wind blowing up her skirt could cause an uncontrollable orgasm that would leave her knees wobbling. Even if a small, uncooked pea was left underneath the mountain of mattresses she slept on, the microscopic bump would be enough to excite her lust, and she'd spend all night humping the surface of her bed like she was trying to fuck it to death. 

Unfortunately this condition of hers was hardly a secret, and Penelope's mother and sisters loved to tease her about it. The Queen would often greet her daughter in the morning with a loving spank to her tight, little ass, provoking an orgasm so powerful the young princess would scream. Her sisters would pinch and kiss her, knowing full well that for Penelope a mere caress was like being fucked by a horse. The teasing and prodding during the day was one thing, but having to go all night in a sexual hysteria was too much for her. She needed her sleep, it was the one time that was all for herself and not for her family, or the kingdom, or the court. She wanted these mere eight hours to herself so she could get some blessed rest, but her raging sex-drive simply wouldn't allow it.

Giving up on sleep, she hoped out of her bed, which was made of a dozen mattresses piled on top of one another, and went to the massive gold-plated door that lead to her large bedroom. She opened it, peeking out into the hall, her naked body showing perfectly through the transparent green material of her gown. Even the chill of the hallway was enough to make her swoon. There was a young maid wondering the halls, looking rather frightened and lost.

"You, Tiffany, Get your little ass over here now!" Princess Penelope snapped. She was not always mean, but the combination of intense arousal and lack of sleep turned her into a total bitch.

The maid squeaked and ran over, nearly tripping on her high-heeled shoes. "Yes Princess Penelope. Do you need me to . . . kiss you . . . down there again, so you can go to sleep?"

"No, I've already tried alleviating myself over a dozen times, and I doubt your clumsy little tongue will get the job done any better than I can. One of my sisters must have placed another pea in my bed somewhere. Once it is removed I should be able to get some sleep."

"Do . . . do you want me to find it."

Penelope snorted. "No, dummy. You couldn't find a cock on a man if he was fucking you up the ass with it. Go get that new maid, the one with the big ugly tits. She seems smart. What was her name?"

"Cinderella, your grace."

"Yes. Go get me Cinderella."

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The cute, timid maid pranced through the halls of the palace in her tiny miniskirt and open blouse, the typical uniform for a maid of the palace, as she looked for Cinderella. When she found the buxom thirty year old she was on her knees sucking one of the fattest cocks the little maid had ever seen. Cinderella was brand new to the palace but she had made quite a splash on the first day, turning heads and wetting panties with her amazing, lewd, curvaceous body. Her golden hair was always tied up in a bun, but was always slightly disheveled. Her large breasts swelled in the tight constraint of her skimpy uniform, and her luscious ass stuck out like a battering ram. Cinderella hadn't been employed for more than a day before rumor had it she fucked the King and the Queen without either finding out about it till later, and she was now their most frequent bedmate. 

At the current moment Cinderella was only half dressed, her large tits hanging out, her thong dangling above her ankle. She was bobbing her head on eight inches of cock, belonging to a rather handsome guardsman. Long strands of spit were dripping from her pouty, pink lips and onto her smooth, shining breasts.

"Um, Excuse me," Tiffany stuttered.

"Hm?" Cinderella looked up, never stopping her felatio.

"Cinderella, Princess Penelope requests your presence in her private bedchamber."

Cinderella's mouth loudly popped off of the guard's cock, causing it to wave up and down and slap wetly against the top of her head. "Penelope? That bitch? I would have never figured her for a lesbian. I mean, I've been munching on her sister's cunts for weeks and she's never even looked at me twice. I'm surprised she even knows my name."

Tiffany's little legs danced as she felt herself getting wet. "Um . . . well . . . I don't think she needs . . . that."

Cinderella looked annoyed, tired, and hungry for more cock. "Well then why can't you do whatever it is that bitch needs?"

"Well . . . it's just . . . her sisters keep hiding things in her bed which keep her from sleeping soundly. She needs someone to help her look for whatever it is keeping her awake, and she doesn't really trust me. Last time it took me almost an hour to find an acorn her older sister Suckle had hidden underneath her seventh mattress." 

Cinderella groaned reluctantly, but she stood up and pulled her panties up, struggling to get her massive breasts back into the small cups of her white blouse. "Sorry Randal, we'll have to take a rain-check on that blowjob."

"Aw, c'mon babe," Randall groaned, clutching his obscenely large, hairy cock. "Don't leave me with blue-balls like this, it'll kill me."

"Well, alright," Cinderella smiled. She grabbed Tiffany by her black hair and pushed the girl to her dainty knees in front of the imposing Randal, his hot spit-covered cock looming above her pretty face like a bludgeon. "I'll go help Princess Bitch with her mattress, you finish up here. Thanks sweetie."

Cinderella laughed haughtily to herself as she left the room, closing the door on the sound of Tiffany gagging on Randal's big dick. 

#####

Things had not been going to great for Cinderella since she turned thirty. She had thought her life was going to end happily ever after just a few years ago, after she had gone to Prince Sexy's ball in nothing but the transparent lingerie and glass underwear given to her by her Fairy Dominatrix. She had snuck away from the abusive stepmother and stepsisters who used her like a cheap sex-toy. She had managed to seduce Prince Sexy and he even proposed to her, right in front of those evil cunts she called her family, and the next several years were filled with globe-trotting vacations, shopping sprees, and sex like she had never imagined. She had foolishly though that Prince Sexy would be hers forever, that his big, perfect cock was for her pussy alone, but then he met that lazy slut Sleeping Beauty and that was the end of that. Now Cinderella was out on her ass with nothing to her name but her big fake tits and cock-sucking skills that could drain the water from a stone, and despite briefly being an actual princess, she was now just a lowly maid again.

When she got to Princess Penelope's room she walked in without bothering to knock. She was still getting use to being a maid rather than a princess herself, so her manners were a little lacking. She laughed when she saw Princess Penelope sitting in a chair, her slender legs spread wide open as she polished a wooden dildo with her dripping cunt, moaning in pleasure. 

"Need help handling that wooden cock, Princess?" Cinderella laughed haughtily.

Penelope's eyes went wide with shock and embarrassment, and she reluctantly tore the dildo free and tossed it aside, flinging droplets of pussy-juice everywhere. "Eek! What, what the FUCK are you doing?"

Cinderella rolled her eyes at the shy slut. "Answering your summons, oh your majesty," she sarcastically said as she curtsied, showing off her endless cleavage to the still developing nineteen year old. "I hear you need someone to tuck you in."

Penelope looked so angry her pretty head might explode. She hopped to her feet and pulled her nightgown down to cover her nakedness, not that it mattered. Her sweat made the material so transparent Cinderella could study every detail of the princess's lithe body. Her medium sized breasts, her pert nipples. Her flat, toned stomach and supple thighs, not to mention the most edible little ass Cinderella had seen since Prince Sexy left her.

"There's something in my bed and it's keeping me awake. Find it!" she pointed towards the twelve mattresses piled up on one another, each stuffed with goose-feathers and woven from the finest silks and cottons.

Cinderella chuckled, her large breasts jiggling. "Sweetheart, I've been in orgies that required less bedding than that. Why do you have so many mattresses?"

Penelope stamped her foot. "You're a maid. A fucking MAID! You don't question me, you just fucking do it!"

The angry princess was gasping in exhaustion, frustrated that this buxom bimbo was wasting precious minutes of her sleep instead of doing her job. She was also upset because before Cinderella had barged in Penelope had been mere seconds from climaxing, and beings so denied was driving her a little batty. She hoped that this big-tittied servant didn't see the steady dripping coming from her hairless cunt. 

Cinderella was seriously considering slapping the shit out of this spoiled little minx, then bending her over and spanking her like Cinderella's stepmother had spanked her, with vicious slaps and probing fingers. But Cinderella wasn't as hotheaded as she used to be, and she really needed this job if she was ever going to pay off her silicon tits, so she shrugged and started ruffling through the sheets and mattresses, looking for anything that would cause this princess's panties to get in such a bundle. 

"What the fuck am I looking for?" Cinderella asked after a few minutes.

Penelope almost missed the question she was so intently enrapt by Cinderella's big ass peeking out from under her miniskirt. "Um . . . I don't know. A pea, or an acorn, or a nut. Something small and round."

Cinderella rolled her eyes again. "A pea? Really? Your little ass can't handle a pea? You're sitting on twelve fucking mattresses, how can you even feel it?"

Penelope was in no mood to explain herself, but she just wanted this whore to work, so she spoke. "I've . . . I've always been really sensitive. Like, REALLY sensitive. Mother says it is a sign of my royal breeding. None of my sisters take to work or toil well, and we all like to avoid the sun, but I more so than anyone am especially responsive."

Cinderella giggled. "Is that why you can't even put a dress on without peeing yourself?"

"Ex-excuse me!" Penelope stammered, embarrassed and enraged.

"Just the other day the seamstress tried to slip a silk dress on you and you started cumming your little brains out, peeing all over the place like a horny nympho. The maids talk, you know. There aren't many secrets amongst the help. I know what you and each of your sisters are up to every night, who's hiding what under their beds, who's fucking what stable boy, and stuff like that. I know the name of the farmhand whose been fucking your mother like a cheap whore for the last year, and I know which bathroom has the false mirror so your father can watch his sexy little daughters bathe. And I know that you are a complete . . . total . . . utter . . . unforgivable . . . dirty little SLUT!"

"You . . you . . ."

"I use to be a princess too, you know," Cinderella blurted out in anger. "And my castle was a shitload better than this fucking whorehouse. I once thought I was the most important piece of ass in the world, just like you, and for a while I was right. But then one day my prince dumped me, and it all left just as quickly as it had come, and now I'm here, in this shithole, waiting on hand and foot to a bunch of spoiled, horny, dirty, worthless little sluts who can't even control their libidos."

Penelope could feel her heart about to explode. She had never been spoken to this way, not by anyone, let alone a fat-breasted whore with a big ass. "I . . . I am not a . . . I can control myself."

Cinderella rolled her eyes one last time. "Oh please."

Cinderella reached out and cupped Penelope's pretty chin in her hand, pulling her face up for a sudden, deep, erotic kiss. Cinderella slipped her experienced tongue down the amateur's throat and tickled her from the inside, wrestling the younger tongue into sweet submission, moaning so deeply that it vibrated in the girl's chest. Such an expert, mind-blowing kiss would have been enough to provoke a spontaneous orgasm from any ordinary slut, so for a hyper-sensitive nymph like Penelope it was almost lethal. Her body started to shiver and spasm like her spine was ready to snap in half, and without warning or control her body just let go. The sound of liquid splashing against the carpet filled the room.

Penelope was peeing herself.

Cinderella released the kiss, leaned back, and laughed boisterously, causing her large tits to shake in Penelope's face. "Holy shit! You are peeing yourself! What a stupid bitch! You aren't even house trained."

Penelope could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks as warm water ran down her legs. She had never been so embarrassed in her whole life. 

Ssshhhhhhhlick!

Penelope nearly screamed her head off when Cinderella reached down and stuck two of her long, strong fingers right into the princess's hot, dripping pussy. She tried to scream but as soon as she opened her mouth Cinderella pulled the princess's face into her generous cleavage, smothering the younger girl in her sexual valley as she started to quickly finger-fuck her.

"Oh, poor baby," Cinderella insincerely cooed as the princess screamed in her chest. "Are you having trouble going to beddy-bye? Don't worry little slut, mommy know who to put a naughty girl to bed. Mommy's just going to have to fuck you so silly that you pass out."

Penelope tried to scream as a little orgasm jolted through her body, but she couldn't even see as Cinderella's large breasts swallowed her head. She tried to kick and move away, but Cinderella's hand was so deep inside her already that she couldn't pry herself off, and her body began to betray her as her hips humped into her rapist's open palm. She tried to push away, but she only weighed 100 lbs, whereas Cinderella was almost six feet of solid curves. She flailed around for anything, and her hand eventually found the neck of a flower vase.

SMASH!

Penelope swung the vase into Cinderella's head, smashing it into smithereens against the bimbo's large bun. Cinderella released her hold on Penelope's cunt and staggered back, blinking in pain as she fought to regain control.

Cinderella gasped, "You . . . you little shit-"

"YOU DON"T FUCKING TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" In a unprecedented show of strength Princess Penelope lifted up the wooden chair she had just been sitting in and smashed it against Cinderella's back, causing the chair to shatter into a hundred wooden fragments. Cinderella collapsed on the ground, her large tits cushioning her fall somewhat. Penelope stepped over the taller woman and straddled her back, the princess's hot pussy leaving a stain on the maid's uniform. Penelope grabbed Cinderella by the hair, pulled it back so that her head arched painfully upward, and then she spat all over the maid's face.

"Princess? What bullshit. I remember you now, your story was in all the papers. You were Prince Sexy's most recent wife, right? The one with the high-heeled boots made of glass? I heard he dumped your fat ass for a younger, sexier princess. You're the dumb bitch here, not me, you fucking cunt. He used you like he uses all women, as an easy cock-sleeve, and then he threw you away like the human trash you are, like I'm going to after I'm done breaking your face, bitch!"

Penelope slammed Cinderella's face into the floor, which thankfully was thickly carpeted, but it still hurt. Again and again, the princess slammed the maid's face into the floor, waiting for her to be knocked unconscious, and the princess even managed to reach back and tear at the maid's skirt. It came off with a load 'rip,' and then Penelope did the same to her blouse, causing Cinderella's massive tits to bounce up. The princess was going to have her disobedient maid both naked and unconscious soon. Wouldn't that be fun? 

But Cinderella had enough control to reach back and grab Penelope by one of her elbows, pulling her down from atop. Together they rolled around on the floor in a clumsy catfight, punching each other in the stomach and pulling at each other's hair. The last remnants of Cinderella's skimpy uniform fell away and she was left completely naked, save for the black choker she wore and thigh high socks. When they rolled into a wall it was Penelope on top, which was too bad for her, because another vase was knocked loose from a shelf and it came down on her head. 

"Ouch!"

Cinderella used the opportunity to curl her long, powerful legs underneath Penelope's body. By the time the princess realized what was happening the maid already had her high-heels pressing against her smallish, firm tits. Cinderella kicked, and Penelope was sent skyward like she had been shot by a catapult. She flew through the air and struck against the side of the mattress pile, bouncing off of it and landing on top of a small table she had in the middle of the room. The small wooden table smashed under her body like it was made of brittle glass, and she was left dazed and disoriented in the rubble.

Cinderella stood over her like a barbarian queen, foot planted on her prone conquest, slowly kneading the young princess's breasts with her toes. 

"At least I had Prince Sexy for a time. He married me, you little slut, even though I was born a peasant. I EARNED my crown, you just inherited it. The only thing you've earned is a serious ass-whooping."

Then Cinderella grabbed Penelope by her long braid and pulled her to her feet. The princess just stood there with a vacant look on her face and wobbling knees, too dazed to fight back or even understand what was happening. Her whole life she had been pampered and spoiled, protected from any extreme danger, but right now she was losing her mind to overwhelming sensation. The pleasure and pain swirled into an indescribable feeling the was swallowing her mind.

Cinderella paced around the dizzy princess like a lioness around a wounded gazelle, completely aware of how lost the little bitch was in her own sensation. She stood before Penelope and sized her up, the young princess's head only coming up to Cinderella's collarbone, her face level to the maid's massive tits. Cinderella licked her lips as she admired the Princess's youthful body only covered by her expensive, transparent green negligee. Cinderella grabbed the wispy robe by the neckline. 

"Silly girl, sluts like you don't deserves such nice clothes." The green material came off in a single rip and Cinderella peeled it off of the girl's body. Penelope could only whine as another small orgasm rippled through her damp, hot body as the warm air of the room washed over her.

Cinderella gabbed Penelope by her tightly braided hair and pulled her head down, simultaneously raising her knee into the younger girl's gut. Penelope wheezed in pain as the air was knocked out of her, and Cinderella continued her assault by raising her knee into Penelope's stomach two more brutal times.




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 02



Cinderella then stood, never letting go of the princess's hair, and she swung a vicious uppercut into the princess's dainty chin.

CRACK!

Everything went white as Penelope experienced the most unbearable moment of pain in her entire life, her teeth nearly popping in her jaw and her head snapping back so fast she thought her neck had broken. She feel to the ground and writhed there for a few moments, and by the time she regained her senses she found herself being lifted to her feet once again, Cinderella tugging on her braided hair. Cinderella lifted her braid so strongly that the lithe princess's feet almost left the floor, her tippy toes dancing frantically.

"Little bitch," Cinderella said, spitting in Penelope's face.

SLAP!

Penelope squealed hysterically as Cinderella's opened palm smacked smartly right up into her unshaven cunt, spanking it like a naughty child's butt. 

SLAP!

"How does this feel, princess?"

SLAP!

"Is this better or worse than having a pea under your mattress?"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Penelope gritted her teeth and screamed, every lithe muscle in her slender body strained to the point of bursting as a painful orgasm boiled her brain. She arched her body and tried desperately to escape but could not. She was barely touching the floor and Cinderella's hold on her hair was iron-locked. All she could do was scream, moan, and cry as her uber-sensitive pussy was slapped around like a piece of meat being tenderized.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"GOD! No more! Please!" Penelope sobbed.

"What was that princess?"

Slap!

"You want to give up? You want to go to sleep?"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"YES!" the battered princess cried. "Yes! Please! Just finish me! Put me to sleep!"

Cinderella regarded the gasping, crying princess with a coy smile. She had been so high and mighty just a few moments ago, but right now she was crying, begging, and cumming her stupid little brains out. Cinderella was surprised by how easy it had been to break this nineteen year old girl, and by how much delicious fun it was to do so. She pulled on the girl's braid a little more, just to lift Penelope's face to hers, and Cinderella forced a kiss on her that sent shivers through both their bodies. Penelope's firm, small chest cushioned into Cinderella's giant pillows, and the princess's slender legs wrapped around the maid's waist. Seconds ago it had been dominatrix and dominated, but now they were like an incestuous mother and child. Penelope continued to whimper though, wishing desperately for her torture to end. 

"Alright baby," Cinderella softly cooed. "Time to take a nap."

But Penelope realized that Cinderella wasn't carrying her over to her bed exactly, were the dozen mattresses were stacked up. Cinderella was taking her to the bed's corner, where one of the four wooden bedposts rose several feet into the air, looking suddenly quite like a very large, very uncomfortable dildo. 

"Wait!" Penelope's voice broke. "What are you doing?"

The bedpost was made of varnished wood, dark and smooth. The head was shaped like a large egg, widest right in the middle and only slightly pointed at the top. The ridges below it were of various designs, some smooth and soothing, others a little more jagged.

"Wait! No! Nonononono!

Cinderella smiled evilly, enjoying the sensation of Penelope's hot tears dripping onto her breasts. "Spoiled baby. Can't sleep with something as small as a pea under your mattress, imagine how hard it'll be with that monster up your pussy!"

"Cinderella, please d-"

But Penelope was cut off as the brutal maid gave her a deep, tongue filled kiss. Their lips smothered each others as their noses fenced like swords. Penelope's mouth at this point was dry and cottony, but Cinderella's remained moist and fresh. The sounds of their kissing filled the room with a gentle smacking, and Penelope moaned happily as Cinderella sucked on her tongue. The princess was relieved, because she thought that this passionate, erotic kiss meant that their fight was over, and that her conqueror wasn't going to impale her on the wooden stake. 

But she was wrong. She felt the egg-shaped tip of the wooden post pressing against her dripping cunt.

Penelope couldn't say anything. She just gave a little sob as Cinderella hopped up slightly, and when they came back down a solid six inches of the thickest object Penelope had ever experienced rocketed up into her body.

SSSHHHHHhhhhhhllllLICK!

"AAAAAGH!" Penelope screamed. The post was eight inches deep, but it felt like it had gone all the way to her brain and was fucking her mind apart. She looked down and was horrified to see that the impression of the post was visible in her tight stomach. Something inside of her had broken, and her cunt was leaking cum like a broken water-pipe. Cinderella's beautiful face leered down past her massive tits at the broken doll, and she sniggered sadistically.

"A little deeper, baby. I know you can take it." Cinderella placed one hand directly atop the princess's head and pushed down, causing Penelope to slip down inch after excruciating inch further onto the post. But at a certain point there was no where left for the wood to go, and she stopped at about a foot and a half, unable to go any deeper. Her legs were splayed out, her toes working pathetically to support her body as her knees trembled. The princess's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her tongue flailed out, visible sings that her mind was breaking. Cinderella spat disdainfully, disappointed that this was all the cock the little princess could take. 

Cinderella turned and walked several steps away, filling Penelope's vision with her big, round ass. The princess was in too much orgasmic pain to talk, but she gurgled trying to beg for Cinderella to come back. She didn't want to be left this way all night.

But then Cinderella did turn, posing on one foot. Penelope saw what was coming but could do nothing to stop it. Cinderella's foot kicked into her princess's midsection with enough force to rival a horse, striking Penelope right in the belly button.

THUD!!!!

CRACK!!!

Before Penelope could even register the pain of the kick she felt the wood inside of her snap. She hit the mattresses behind her and bounced off, falling to the floor with over a foot of wooden cock impaling her. She hit the ground and her body finally just gave up. Somewhere her brain blew a fuse and although she flopped and writhed on the floor like a dying fish she could feel none of it. She was broken, and the last thing she saw before finally going to sleep was Cinderella's dripping wet pussy lowering over her face.

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It took Princess Penelope almost a week to recover from the mysterious illness she contracted the night Cinderella visited her room. The royal family put out stories that she had a cold, or a fever, or the pox, but the truth was snickered and whispered from every bedroom to every alley to every whorehouse in the kingdom. Everyone knew the truth: that Princess Penelope had gotten the beating of the century from her maid, and everyone though it was hilarious. 

When Penelope finally recovered and was able to walk again she found herself an object of laughter and humiliation for the entire palace, and none of the servants ever feared her again, most even joined in the family's teasing of her, twisting her nipples and spanking her butt in the halls. But she didn't mind, because ever since that night when Cinderella broke her she was no longer the same hyper-sexual nymphomaniac she had been. She still had a healthy appetite for sex, as all girls her age did, but now she was in control of it, and she wouldn't pass out from a series of violent orgasms every time something touched her unexpectedly. Whatever twisted, erotic impulse she had been born with had been completely exhausted by the merciless beating and fucking Cinderella had brought upon her. 

Cinderella had done this to her. Cinderella had cured her, and she was grateful.

Of Cinderella though there was no sign. She had gotten bored with this kingdom, having fucked everyone worth fucking, so she packed up her few belongings and headed for the next kingdom over, saying something about paying a visit to a certain Prince Sexy and his Sleeping Slut. Penelope would look out her windows at night, dreaming about Cinderella coming back to fuck her again, or maybe going to find Cinderella instead. That was a good idea, she thought as she masturbated. She wanted a rematch.



Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 03



Little Bo Peep had lost her sheep . . . . which really pissed her the fuck off. 

Little Bo Peep was the baddest pimp in the entire kingdom, and she knew how to keep her little 'sheep' (prostitutes) in line. Although she was only 23 years old she had completely conquered the sex-trade years ago, and had been running the game since she was 19. Anytime a prince got a blowjob, she got paid. Anytime some bored housewife needed some young cock while her husband was at work, she got paid. Anytime some loser virgin needed to buy his first pussy, she got paid. Anytime a peasant so much as peeked through a keyhole at some young maiden stripping naked, Bo Peep made sure she got paid.

Little Bo Peep was obsessed with getting two things: money and respect, and God help the poor idiot who refused to give her either.

As she strutted through the village in her pink platform-heels the villagers cleared a path for her as if she were royalty. There was no mistaking Little Bo Peep for anyone else. She was almost six feet tall (the name 'Little' being somewhat ironic), slender as a willow tree but for a big, juicy ass and two giant tits like watermelons. Her curly golden blonde hair bounced under her frilly lace cap, and her evil blue eyes sparkled with erotic cruelty as her swollen, puffy lips sneered in arrogant distaste. Her giant breasts were barely held back by a tight pink latex corset that was always at the verge of bursting open. A frilly white skirt barely covered her award-winning ass, and the pink thong she had on rode high on her bare, muscular waist. Her long legs strutted threateningly as she walked, as if every step was crushing a pair of invisible testicles beneath the heel of her feet. The sight of her was impossible to ignore, and she was both terrifying and arousing. She carried a long white shepherd's cane in one hand, sometimes using it like a walking stick, but in truth it was really a weapon. A long series of tallies running down the side counted the number of testicles she had busted with it, and the number of pussies she had violated with its thick, phallic tip. She wanted everyone who saw it to know the score.

A busty older woman approached Bo with a happy smile, handing the young pimpette a small pouch of silver coins. "Thanks for sending those young studs over to my place last night Bo. They really wore me out. Next time I'm going to have my worthless husband watch. Maybe he'll learn something."

Bo laughed haughtily. "I actually teach a seminar for small-dicked men. I teach them how to eat pussy and how to hold a vibrator properly. You know, things they can manage. It's expensive but it's worth it."

The busty villager bit her lip. "I'll have to think about it. I guess I could sell some of his things to pay for the class."

"By the way, have you seen Marie, that little black-haired slut I've had working for me? Bitch hasn't paid me her dues this week."

The woman shrugged. "Sorry, but I've been recovering all morning from the cock-pounding those boys gave me last night. Go ask my niece though, Bebe. She works at the candy shop. I hear she and Marie have been licking each other's pussies almost every night for the last week."

Bo was not happy to hear that. Bebe was her own person, she could fuck whoever she wanted, but Marie was Bo's slut, her SHEEP. No one so much as looked at one of Bo's sheep without paying up.

"Thanks bitch," Bo said, and she exchanged a quick, tongue-filled kiss with the older woman, enjoying the taste of semen on her breath. As Bo walked away the milf was practically hypnotized by the swagger of Bo's perfect ass. The milf wanted nothing more than a night with Bo, in truth, but even kings went poor just paying for a night with the Bad Bitch Bo. She'd probably have to sell her husband's farm just to afford a quick finger-fuck . . . not a bad trade. 

Bo strutted into the candy shop as if she owned the place, walking right behind the counter and up to the petite 18 year old brunette with pigtails who must have been Bebe. She was a cute little cherry, with a young angelic face but a tempting little body that was just starting to fill out. Bebe knew exactly who Bo was, and she knew to be afraid.

"Can . . . can I help you?" Bebe stuttered.

SLAP!

The back of Bo's latex-gloved hand smacked across Bebe's face, sending the poor girl sprawling against the counter, knocking several glass jars of candy shattering to the floor. Bo held her down and reached under her skirt, violently inserting two latex-clad fingers into the younger girl's anus, making Bebe squeal.

"You been fucking my ho?" Bo yelled. "You been fucking my ho and not paying, your little retard?"

Bebe squalled and cried as her ass got roughly finger-fucked. "Eek! Eeeeekk! No! What . . . what do you mean?"

"Marie! Your aunt just told my you've been getting your chin wet in my sheep's little cunt every night. Her pussy costs five silver pieces a hit, you fucking thief!"

"But . . . but Marie's my girlfriend."

Bo gasped in offended disbelief. "Girlfriend? Girlfriend? My sheep aren't allowed to have girlfriend, or boyfriends, or fuck-buddies. They have clients. And clients have to pay!"

Bo slammed Bebe's face against the countertop before roughly drawing her fingers from the girls' perky little ass. Bo went to the cash register and opened it, counting the money inside. Assuming that Bebe and Marie had gone at it every night for the last week, that meant she owed her for five silvers for seven nights. That was 35 silver. The cash register only had 23 silver and a few copper pennies.

"You owe me another 12 silver for all that pussy you've been chewing on, plus another 5 in interest, you fucking pussy-thief."

"But . . . but . . I barely get paid that much a week, and all that money belongs to my boss. He'll have me arrested if you take it."

Bo chuckled. She suddenly noticed that there were three young men in the candy shop, all sitting at a table and staring at her in terrified arousal, each sporting a tent in their pants. She grabbed Bebe by one of her cute little pigtails and dragged the girl from around the counter to where the boys were. Bo held little Bebe in front of the horny, scared young men like she was a piece of meat for sale, and then with brutal efficiency Bo shredded the delicate dress Bebe wore from her young, supple body, leaving her completely naked except for a tiny thong of white lace that was bunched up between her firm ass-cheeks.

"Pretty cute, don't you think?" Bo asked the boys. 

The nodded in agreement, too scared to contradict Bo.

"If I had a fresh piece of candy like this working for me, I'd easily change 10 silver a hit, but I'm feeling generous. What do you say to 2 silver each, and you three can gang-bang this little slut all you fucking want?"

The boys were nervous. They had all been harboring secret crushes on the cute candy girl, but it was pretty well understood that she was only interested in other girls. In their darkest moments they had all considered raping her, but despite hellish bitches like Bo Peep, most of the people in the kingdom were morally good, if quite perverted. There was no denying Bo Peep though. An icy stair from her evil blue eyes told them that if they didn't gang-bang Bebe it would be them being raped up the ass later. One by one they stood, and undid the fronts of their pants, unleashing three turgid young cocks. Bo happily noticed that one of the three was actually quite large, approaching nine inches, and as luck would have it he was decently handsome. Bo made a mental note to recruit him later for her flock. She was already calculating how much money he would net her. 

Bebe was crying, the sight of three hard cocks filling her mind. "But . . . but . . . that only adds up to 6 silver."

Bo pinched Bebe's cheek. "What a smart little girl you are. That's right. And you need 40 silver to pay back your boss and me. That means once you're done here you'll have to fuck 17 more boys to get out of debt. I guess you'd better get started."

Bo grabbed Bebe by the ass and practically tossed her onto the table.

"Oh . . . and do you know where the fuck Marie is right now?" Bo asked in a sweet voice.

Bebe cried. "If . . . if I tell you will you let me go?"

"No. Of course not. I'd still need to get paid in either case. But if you tell me right now I won't have to shove my whole seven-foot shepherd's cane up you tight little cunt, now will I?" 

Bebe's lips trembled. "She's . . . she went to Old McDonald's farm . . . to meet her boyfriend."

"A boyfriend and a girlfriend," Bo gasped. "What a busy little slut she's been. Alright, well I'll get on my way. You boys enjoy your gangbang, and take your time. I've got a feeling this girl's going to need a lot of breaking in."

Bo laughed evilly as she left the candy shop, the sounds of Bebe choking on one thick cock as another penetrated her hetero-virgin-pussy filled the air. Bo loved being a twisted, evil bitch, and the things she was going to do to Marie would make Bebe's forced gangbang seem like a merry-fucking-picnic by comparison.

#####

No sooner did Little Bo Peep come open Old McDonad's barn that she heard the sounds of some very intense, passionate, almost violent sexual congress occurring within, the heavy sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and of soft, feminine voices moaning in orgasmic ecstasy. As she got closer to the barn door she expected to smell horseshit and cow-farts, but the only thing the air stank of was massive amounts of sex, the pungent, salty smell of release. As she got closer she saw a naked body resting on a pile of hay outside, glistening with sweat and gasping from exhausting. It was a young woman with short black hair and a petite but curvy little body. Cum was oozing from her busted cunt, and more coated her face. 

It was Marie.

Marie didn't notice her mistress until it was too late, and Bo already planted one platform heel onto the small of Marie's back, pinning her to the ground like a bug.

"B-B-B-Bo!" Marie trembled, choking up bubbles of semen as she stuttered.

"What. The fuck. Are you doing here?" Bo hissed, cruelly grinding her heel into Marie's back.

Marie whimpered. "I was . . . I was just . . .," but Marie couldn't think up a good excuse. She was too exhausted from the marathon of sex she had just endured. "Oh mistress, I'm so sorry. Please forgive-"

WHACK!

Bo silence Marie by taking her heel off of her girl's back and then slamming it into her face, knocking her out cold. Marie collapsed to the ground, lifeless but for a single whimper. Getting to kick this disloyal little slut in the face made Bo feel a little better, but she was still pissed that she hadn't been paid for what clearly had been some truly epic sex. She left Marie there, unconscious on the ground, but promised that her suffering had only just began.

Bo left her white shepherd's cane leaning against the barn wall, right in view of the unconscious Marie. Should she wake up, the first thing she'd see would be Bo's famous weapon, and she'd know the level of painful pussy-punishment that would be in store for her if she tried to run away.

Bo pulled the barn door open, using all the muscles in her slender back just to get the heavy thing to budge, thrusting her tits in before her, and instantly she was almost knocked out by a wave of sexual aroma. The stink of cum and sweaty bodies was so thick it made her dizzy, and the temperature of the barn must have been ten degrees higher than the cool air of the countryside. It was sweltering and damp, and the air was so sticky she could feel it clinging to her skin. It was almost as if the barn had been transformed into a giant cum-filled cunt, a veritable jungle of lust. 

The floor of the barn was littered with naked female bodies, all different in age, size, and skin color, but every single one of them was sexy as hell, and Bo recognized every single one of them. They were her sluts, her sheep, her flock. They were all panting heavily, some were even crying as they clutched their battered cunts and assholes, some of them still groping one another in post-coitus bliss, others completely unconscious from mind-breaking sex. 

Bo knew every single one of them. Brittney, Candy, Susan, Heather, Brittney Mae, Sandy, Sarah, Brittney June, Elizabeth, Giselle, Janet, Brittney Smith, Michelle, Brittney Lee (Brittney was a very popular name) Becky, Jasmine, Rose, Honey, and several others that Bo couldn't quite recall. 

They had all been thrown about like discarded condoms on a porn set, but in the center of the barn, on a massive bed of hay, one girl was still going at it. Little redheaded Pepper was bouncing up and done on the biggest, thickest, veiniest, fattest, broadest, most mind-breaking, inhuman, blackest cock that Bo had ever seen in her entire life. And the man it belonged to was equally intimidating. He was a tall, broad, incredibly handsome and perfectly sculpted specimen of humanity, with bulging ebony muscles and smile that sent shivers through Bo's entire body. She couldn't believe the reaction she was having just from the sight and smell of this beast, but she could feel herself getting damp. Her knees were almost shivering.

"OH GOD THANK YOU!" little Pepper screamed as her once tight pussy exploded on the tip of the black demigod's ebony pillar. Her green eyes rolled back and she practically popped off him like a bottle-rocked, falling to the ground and squirting from her broken cunt. She shook around the floor in epileptic shock like a dying fish, screaming and crying about cock and cunts and sex and death. It wasn't quite clear whether the experience she was having was due to earth-shattering pleasure, or apocalyptic pain. 

Once Pepper was done, and finally came to a comatose rest, the nightmarish stud realized that she was the last of his little flock. He had gone though every single slut he had gathered up that day, and yet they had barely felt like appetizers. There were no pussies left to tear open or throats to stuff. That was . . . except for this new bitch who had just walked in. He stroked in gigantic sex-weapon as he looked Bo over from head to toe, noticing the microscopic shiver that was running through her rigid body. 

"Well, well," he said in a deep voice that vibrated in Bo's cervix. "What have we here. A little lamb late to the slaughter. Stop wasting my time, bitch. Take off those clothes and hop on. I like to test out my girls before putting them to work." 

Suddenly it made sense to Bo. "You're a pimp," she gasped. "And you're trying to steal my flock."

The brute looked surprised for a moment, but then laughed. His laughter was like thunder echoing in the small, hot barn, and for some reason it made Bo want to kneel before him. "Wait. So you must be the famous Little Bo Peep I've been hearing so much shit about. These girls were all terrified of you when I first met them. Forced me to flex my nuts a little bit more than I usually have to just to get them naked and slobbering on my cock. But, haha, they don't look so scared of you anymore, now that they belong to me."

Bo's bright blue eyes sparkled in hatred as she snarled at him. "They . . . don't . . . belong . . . to . . . you. This is my fucking flock! MINE!"

Bo was panting so heavily in frustration that he large tits nearly exploded out of her tight latex corset. She was getting hot and bothered, both from sheer hatred and from the undeniable arousal of this man's presence. A warm trickle of sex-honey started to drip from her cunt and trailed down her leg. She hoped he didn't see that. 

The black man didn't say anything. He just stood up, and stepped up to the angry pimpette like a massive, dark goliath. He was taller than her, not by much but that meant he was well over six feet tall, his muscular shoulders were so wide that he almost took up her entire field of vision. His giant cock was hard to ignore, bobbing in the air, as big as a strong man's arm. He was fucking huge in every way, and Bo wasn't sure if that excited or terrified her. He stank too. The thick smell of sex and pheromones was almost a physical cloud around him, and Bo felt like she was being suffocated just standing in front of him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bo hissed, still trying to look dominant, but that was hard when she couldn't take her eyes of his massive meat-snake. She hoped she didn't look as horny as she felt.

"Why do you ask? Do you want to know what name to scream when I'm fucking your brains out? Do you want to know the name to tell your boyfriend is the reason you're breaking up with him? Do you want to know that name to tell all your little girlfriends when they ask what a real man is like?"

She stepped up to him, thrusting her big, melon-chest into his brick wall of black muscle, looking him dead in the eye.

"No. I want to know what name I should write on your tombstone . . . right under five big, bold letters spelling BITCH."

He chuckled, his laughter so deep that it rumbled in her chest like a subwoofer. Suddenly he leaned down slightly and kissed her, his strong lips prying her fat cock-suckers open, his strong tongue sliding in and easily subduing hers. It only lasted a moment but it sent an electric shock throughout Bo's entire body, ending in her cunt with a small, wet release. She squeaked a muffled protest as he essentially fucked her mouth with his tongue, and she jumped back. 

"You fucking ox," she spat, although the taste was delicious. "I was already going to kill you for fucking my sluts, but now I'm going to do it slowly."

She grabbed at the frilly material of his puffy skirt and tore it from her body, and then did the same to her hat. She stood before him in her latex corset, thong, gloves, and thigh high boots, all bright pink. Her slender, athletic, and buxom body was quaking with rage as she panted heavily. She was ready to fight.

"Sluts!" she screamed. "Get the fuck out, right now!"

The dozen or so whores who littered the barn whimpered and bolted for the exit, except for a few who had to crawl because this man had simply fucked them so hard. Pepper stayed right where she was. She was completely knocked out by cock.

The black colossus chuckled again, and also took a wide stance. If this bitch needed to get slapped around before submitting to his thirteen inch bitch-breaker so be it. He was going to destroy this former queen-pimp, and then he'd lead her though the streets by a leash, with his name tattooed above her ass. After a parade like that there would be no doubt who was running the game. 

"Baba Black Sheep," he said.

"Excuse me," Bo sneered.

"Baba Black Sheep. That's my name. Don't worry. You won't forget it after I've had it tattooed over that fine ass of yours."

She almost laughed. This guy was cocky, which was appropriate considering he had the largest cock she have ever seen. Even she could admit he obviously deserved to be a little arrogant. But that was about to change. There was a good chance that she was going to castrate him after this fight.

"Let's fucking do this," she said, and then charged at him.

##### 

Baba let Bo have the first one for free.

Her platformed foot came up as she high-kicked him in the head, her blow landing with a sound like a sledgehammer striking a brick wall. Her kick had been so powerful that she had expected his head to pop off, or for at least his jaw to break, but instead the only reaction she got was a small wince of pain.

"Holy fuck," she gasped, realizing what kind of opponent she was facing.

He grabbed her by the foot that was still resting on his massive trapezoid muscle and pulled it up even higher, causing her to lose her footing and almost dangle off the ground as her body was stretched into a vertical leg split.

Her body fell against his, her enormous breasts mashing against his hard chest, her hot inner-thighs pushing against his hot, ripped abdominals. Her big blue eyes blinked in disbelief as he firmly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her in the air, spreading her legs apart and extending out his knee. She saw what was coming.




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 03



"Oh shit! Please don't--" 

And then he slammed her down onto his knee, her exposed crotch striking with a wet wallop, sending jolts of unimaginable pain through her body, causing her back to arch and her tongue to wag out. For the first time in her life Bo found out what it felt like to get struck right in the genitals, a form of punishment she had dealt out to numerous sluts before, but never had she imagined it to be so painful as this.

She stayed there for a few moments, resting on his knee and twitching in pain as a single tear rolled down her perfectly curved cheekbone. Slowly he allowed her to slide off, his thick leg muscles teasing at her swollen cunt. She took a few steps away from him, her legs wobbling in pain, and her hands tenderly clutching her bruised pussy. She was too disoriented to realize she was offering up her thong-clad ass for him as a target. 

WHAM!

He kicked her literally right in the ass, the power of his foot hitting her like a pissed-off horse on steroids. She went sailing through the air and skidding across the ground painfully, rolling through the hay and dirt. She came to a stop when she struck a wooden beam and she screamed out in pain.

Through the tears she saw Baba standing in the same place, lazily stroking his massive cock and laughing at her. She had never felt so humiliated or angry in her whole life. No one laughed at her. No one kicked her in the ass. She hadn't been slapped around like this since she lived with her mother. The few times some trick was even arrogant enough to talk back to her she'd bust his balls into paste and fuck him up the ass with the tip of her shepherd's cane. 

That was it! Her cane! Her weapon!

She pulled herself up from the ground and ran for the open barn door, stumbling a little on her long, shaky legs.

"Hey!" Baba boomed. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? You ain't leaving this barn till I've had a crack at that fat ass of yours."

"I'm not going anywhere, freak," Bo said, reaching outside and grabbing her shepherd's cane. "At least not until I've had a CRACK at that big cock of YOURS."

CRACK!!!

With the aim of an expert archer and the strength of a master knight, she shot the phallic tip of her seven-foot shepherd's cane right into the engorged tip of his thirteen-inch cock, the two hard heads knocking each so loudly that it sent an echo like thunder through the barn. The blow landed right on the tip of his cock, practically splitting into his deep cum-slit, but his cock was pushed aside as the end of the cane kept going and landed heavily in his muscular groan, for force of impact shuddering his whole body. 

Baba couldn't even pretend to be stoic about the pain he was feeling. It had been years since he had gotten a hit like that, back when he didn't have three hundred pound of muscle surrounding his body, and yet in one strike this bitch named Bo and sent him back in time to when he had once been a scrawny loser with nappy hair and an unusually large cock. Somewhere in his mind he knew he should have been humbled, but in reality he was just pissed off. He was really going to tear this bitch's ass open now. 

But Bo was too fast with the follow-through. She struck him two times, each hitting him on the inner ankles, reflexively causing him to take a wider stance. Her big pink lips smirked haughtily as she then brought the end of her cane up into his balls with every ounce of force she could muster, even using her ass as leverage on the other end.

THUD!!!

The black giant whimpered as his humongous hands tenderly cupped his battered balls, the already apricot-sized sex-organs swelling to the size of apples. Suddenly his bulging muscles and tremendous cock weren't so intimidating.

Bo snickered. "The bigger they are . . .,"

She took a running step, putting the tip of her cane down and launching herself into the air like an Olympic poll-vaulter. She spread her legs open so that she landed on his shoulders, her long legs wrapping around his bull's-neck, and her hot pussy smothering his face. She had so much momentum behind her that she continued to move, spinning in mid-air by shifting the weight of her tremendous breasts to topple her goliath opponent. Her hands landed on the ground first, and using every bit of strength she could summon, she kept her legs wrapped around his neck and somersaulted him over her, so that he landed on his back with a tremendous impact.

CRASH!!!

Baba landed on some wooden crates and they were practically disintegrated by his hard, sweaty body colliding into them, sending shards of wood flying everywhere. He let out a sudden, painful gasp of air as he was nearly knocked unconscious from the impact, and he was unsure if Bo had just broken his spine.

Bo unwrapped her long, iron-hard legs and stood over her toppled rival, filling his blurry vision with an upward view of big, perfect ass. She laughed, and stuck her hand down the front of her latex thong so she could massage her surprisingly engorged clit. Despite the blow she had taken to her cunt a few moments ago, it seemed everything was still in working order, and she was dripping wet. As pissed off as she was, there was nothing more arousing then dominating a 'superior' male, especially one so utterly ripped as this ebony colossus.

"I really should kill you," she said, talking to him but looking only at her white shepherd's cane, counting the tally she had running down its length of busted balls and popped pussies. "Or I should at least pop one of those big apple-sized balls of yours. Just to make a point about what happens when you fuck with Little Bo-muthafucking-Peep. But frankly stud, I think you're just too fucking delicious to waste like that. Do you know how many white women would sell the clothes of their backs just to get a taste of some hot, sexual chocolate like yours. Lots. I could probably make as much gold pimping your big nigga-dick as I do from every other boy-slut I have in my stables combined."

She turned, and kneeled down, crawling unto his muscular body in a 69 position, resting her thong-clad cunt on his gasping face, and bringing her own flawless face level to his totally erect, thirteen-inch sex-pillar. Taking it into her grasp, she was horrified to see that she needed both hands just to get a grip on it, and even then the fingers from one hand only made it to the first knuckles on the other. She rested her elbow on his elephant-sized nutsack and measured his cock compared to her forearm. She almost whimpered in awe when she saw that the salty chocolate helmet of his cock was just as high as her fist was. That meant getting fucked by the monstrosity was the equivalent of being fisted to the elbow. 

"You . . . you fucked my sheep with this . . . this freak! This mammoth penis!"

But her question was answered when she saw that the pussy-stains on his cock only went about nine inches down, the last four inches above his groin were mostly dry. She stuck out her long, pink tongue and ran it along the entire length of his bulging, hot muscle, tracing the thick veins all the way up, and she recognized the taste of her sluts on it.

Bo took one of his balls into her hand, amazed by how heavy it was, and gave it a little squeeze, causing his whole muscle-bound body to shudder.

"You haven't finished cumming yet, have you?" she realized. "Even after ripping through all that pussy, you haven't finished cumming. You dropped a gallon at least into Marie alone, but your balls still feel like they're just packed with more."

She brought the ball up to her mouth and kissed it, running her tongue through the salty, velveteen creases of his leathery scrotum, stroking his cock with her other hand. She then bent up and kissed the dark helmet of his cock, running her tongue through the split so deeply that she was practically fucking his urethra. She got one good dollop of tasty, musky pre-cum on her tongue, and moaned in satisfaction as she slurped it up.

"Dont't worry stud," she said. "I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to empty these balls until they're shriveled up like raisins and I am going to fuck this cock till it has deflated into a little noodle. I am going to fuck you until you lose our mind, and with it your free-will. Then you are going to be my bitch, and I'm going to use this hard, ebony body of yours to make a fortune off all the horny white sluts in this kingdom. Hell, I bet I'll have you balls-deep in the queen and all the princesses before the week in through. This royal sluts love nothing more than slumming with big, bad niggers."

She giggled happily, imagining the shit-loads of gold she was going to make, and she began to enthusiastically suck on the bulbous head of his cock, eventually working down the first five inches of his thick meat down her talented throat. It wasn't easy though. His cock was so thick that her jaw was pushed to the limit, and her throat had to stretch just to accommodate him, but it was worth it. Bo loved a challenge, and getting this freak's horse-penis to erupt like a salty volcano was going to be all the sweeter because of just how challenging it was.

As Bo noisily sucked and slurped at Baba's monster pussy-breaker, his senses started to return. The room stopped spinning, and his vision focused enough to see the bitchy white-girl's hairless cunt hovering above his face. Her pink latex thong was so tight that he could see every swollen fold of her vagina through it, including a very erect clitoris. Girl-honey was escaping down the sides of her thighs and dripping on his face, waking him up from his dazed state.

"Fucking bitch," he grunted. He wasn't going to lose to a hotheaded white slut like her.

He reached up and with two strong hands he grabbed the plentiful globes of her firm ass, squeezing them so hard that it felt like they might pop. Bo squealed and lost control of his cock, which popped out of her mouth and slapped her wetly in the face.

"Hey," she squeaked. "What are you doing back there?" 

"Eating pussy," he answered, pulling her crotch down to his face, bringing her swollen latex-covered mound into his mouth and almost biting down on it. She screamed as her pussy began to drip like a ripe piece of cantaloupe into his mouth, and his tongue began to work its way around her latex thong, and into her honey-pouch.

Bo was so dizzy from her painful pussy-pleasure that she didn't notice that he was standing up, gripping her waist with his iron-clenching hands. Suddenly he was back on his feet, and she was hanging upside down with his baseball bat of a cock in her face. One of his hands grabbed her by the back of her head, black fingers twirling into a fistful of blonde curls, and he slammed her face down onto his cock. She had no choice but to suck it down, otherwise the force of his cock would probably break her jaw, and within moments she was gagging and sputtering as he raped her throat. Saliva began to drip from her mouth and nose as her body instinctively tried to lubricate the invading muscles as much as possible, and even then she was close to suffocating. Every time he would thrust in it felt like she was being punched down the back of her throat buy a little fist, and his big balls would swing up and slap against her eyes, causing her to cry. 

Baba meanwhile was feasting on Bo's wet pussy, his tongue slapping her clit around like one big, dark slug beating the shit out of a tiny, pink snail. Baba normally didn't eat pussy because he didn't want the bitches he fucked to get confused and think that their pleasure mattered at all to him, but Bo was a different situation. He was going to fuck her in every way humanly possible. He was going to rape her in positions so degenerate and vile that they'd make the Devil blush. He wanted to fuck her completely, every inch of her body penetrated and violated, so that when he was finished there would be nothing left of her to degrade. She had just had a least one orgasm from his tongue-lashing, judging by the way she was spraying his face, but he still wanted to break her first. Pain before pleasure.

He picked her off his body, allowing her head to pop off of his thick cock moments before she passed out from lack of oxygen. With his colossal strength he easily tossed her into the air, grabbing her hair with one hand, and her thong with the other. He then pulled down, slamming her back right onto his knee.

SLAM!

She screamed as his knee bent her spine almost in half. Her breasts heaved out as her head nearly touched the ground and her splayed legs dangled uselessly. He chuckled as he let her bent body stay on his knee for a moment, enjoying the way her large breasts quivered as she tried to breathe in that compromised position, and despite all the pain she kept leaking from her cunt, as aroused as ever.

He put his hand on her shoulders and flung her off his knee, letting her roll on the floor pathetically as she tried to clutch her back. She was doing that at the wrong moment, leaving her toned stomach completely exposed, and he saw the open target. He brought the heel of his foot down on her gut, not using his full strength, but enough to make her heave to the point of almost vomiting.

UMPH!

Her eyes and tongue bulged out as she dealt with the pain of his heel in her stomach. She didn't think it could get much worse, but then he bent over.

"Bitch, get your ass up." His hand once again tangled into her curly blonde hair and easily lifted her entire six-foot body into a standing position, forcing her drooling face to look into his. With his other hand he grabbed the front of her pink latex corset, and in one staggering moment of strength he ripped it off her body like it was no thicker than a rubber-band. Her milky white melon-sized breasts bounced free, her light pink nipples totally erect. He got one of her nipples between his fingers and twisted, causing her to whimper in pain. He then made her shout in pain as her brutally slapped her tits back and forth, causing her big chest-balls to bounce about painfully. 

Finally he had this bitch where he wanted her, and where she belonged. Her beautiful face was dripping with tears and whimpering in pain, her big blue eyes barely visible through her wincing eyelids. Her fat pink lips trembled as she panted in humiliation and rage, angry that there was so little she could do to stop this. 

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," Baba whispered into Bo's ears. 

She meekly tried to kick him into the balls again, but he had her dangling on her tippy-toes, ands he didn't have the strength.

He flung her by her hair into one of the horse-stalls, her blonde head smashing through one of the old wooden boards, leaving her body prone and in position for some brutal doggy-style fucking. 

Baba get behind her and gave her plump ass a hard smack, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her ivory globe. He then hooked his thumbs underneath the little pink straps of her latex thong.

"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore, sweetie," he said. But instead of pulling her thong down her thighs and off her ankles, he pulled up. He pulled up and gave her a brutal, painful wedgie that cut into the swollen folds of her pussy and made her squeal in pain. The thong stretched a good two feet above the perfect curves of her ass before it finally snapped, the material stinging he cunt with a latex whiplash. 

Baba laughed and tossed the broken thong away. Bo was now naked except for her latex gloves and thigh-high latex boots, but the parts that mattered were completely exposed. Mouth, tits, pussy, and ass. Baba could have his pick.

Bo felt her folds of her pussy began to pry open as something big, heavy, and hard was pushed against her cunt. It was hot, so hot that it almost sizzled against her wet opening, sending shivers of submission through her body.

"W-wait . . . wait," she pleaded, not ready for the thirteen-inches of forearm-thick cock to impale her.

"Fuck you, bitch," Baba answered. Then he placed his hands on her hips and rammed forward, sending all thirteen inches of his pussy-destroying, virgin-slaying, mind-breaking, bitch-making, marriage-killing, white-girl-taming, big-black-muthafucking-cock right into Bo's tight pink pussy.

"fffffFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCKK!!!"

Bo wailed so loudly that the barn shook, and the entre valley echoed with her penetrating reaction to her pussy's penetration. Every soul in the village heard her scream, but didn't know it was Bo because they had never heard her scream before. A magic mirror in the queen's dressing room shattered as the vibrations of her scream shook the castle. A long ways off a dragon was roused from a thousand years of sleep, and went off to burn down the first poor village it came across. Miles below the surface of the earth, one of the ancient gods of the Old World rested, surrounded by his harem of nymphs and sex-spirits, and he heard the scream. "Damn," the old god said. "Some poor bitch is getting fucked hard up there."

Back in the barn Bo had stopped screaming, but only because she didn't have the energy to inhale. Baba was fucking the ever-loving royal shit out of her, all foot-and-an-inch of his cock driving in and out with long, terrible strokes. He'd pull back all the way so that his fat cockhead would tug at the folds of her pussy, and then he's slam it back in until his balls slapped up into her clit.

All the while he slapped and squeezed her ass, even inserted one of his strong thumbs into her anus just to fuck her that much more. The entire time he was rearranging her organs he never stopped spitting on her back and calling her filthy names.

"Whore! Slut! White, cum-sucking slut! You are fucking loving this! You're just a bitch because there ain't been no cocks in this little town big enough to fuck your fat, wet pussy well enough! You fucking need this! You fucking need my cock!"

The wooden boards holding her body up finally snapped during one of his more powerful thrusts, sending them both to the ground. Bo was now on her face and breasts and Baba held up her ass, never ceasing his cock-onslaught of ruined maidenhead. Her toes were bending every which way and her legs shook as one orgasm followed the other, and when she finally did have the energy to scream she didn't do so to beg for mercy. She screamed for more.

"Harder!" she grunted in a deep, husky, hungry voice. "Faster! Deeper! Kill it! Kill it! Fucking kill my fucking pussy! You fucking beast! You fucking ram! FUCK ME!"

Baba laughed to himself as he basked in what he thought was his victory. He had this bitch begging for him to ruin her just like every other white slut before her. They all acted stubborn and arrogant for a little while, pretending to deserve better than a dirty, smelly foreigner, but as soon as he was balls deep in them they revealed their true natures. They were all nothing more than desperate, sexually-destructive sluts who needed a big, dominant male to give them purpose by filling their empty pussies and empty souls with big, black cock. Bo had been a tough slut to crack, and her reputation as a brutal pimp was far renowned, but he figured she was just a horny little girl with big tits and a deep pussy. 

He was wrong.

Bo WAS horny. She WAS desperate for sex. But she WAS NOT submitting. 

She WAS NOT begging for sex, she was DEMANDING it.

Baba realized this bitch wasn't done yet when he noticed that she was pushing back on his cock. It wasn't his brutal thrusts alone which were contributing to this back-breaking fuck-session, because her ass was doing half the work.

Suddenly she surprised him by lifting one of her long legs up and kicking him in the face. When the pain from the kick faded he saw that she had moved herself over, so that they were now fucking in the missionary position, her large tits bouncing with each of their hip-shattering thrusts.




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 03



The look on her face was wild and insane. She was smiling like a horny lunatic and her blue eyes were that of a serial rapist about to pounce on a defenseless virgin. Babe knew then that this fight wasn't over.

After continuing to fuck her in the missionary position for several minutes it became clear to Baba that he wasn't getting anywhere. Despite the fact that she was cumming like a broken waterspout she wasn't slowing down. If anything, she was fucking him harder and harder by the minute, the muscles of her cunt-lips growing tighter rather than looser.

"C'mon you big mother-fucker, you elephant-cocked freak," she mocked him. "Can't you fuck me any harder than this? Can't the big nigger fuck this little white bitch?" 

Baba growled in frustration. He grabbed her by her underarms and pulled her up. Her legs wrapped around her muscular ass and her arms around his neck as they shared a combative, sloppy, almost violent kiss. 

Baba started to fuck her in the standing position, using his strong hold on her waist to pick her up and slam her back down, her ass going all the way from the tip of his thirteen-inch spear to his waving ballsack, faster and faster with every stroke.

POP! POP! POP! POP!

She screamed and moaned as another orgasm exploded in her body, causing her to claw at his muscular back so vigorously that he bled from several small cuts.

"That's right bitch," he grunted. "I fucking own this pussy."

But he wasn't sure if that was true. As hard as he was fucking Bo, she was fucking him back just as hard, and every orgasm she had just seemed to give her more strength. Most girls gave up after the first five or six orgasms, but Bo was already on her twentieth at least. In fact, most girls would surely have been killed by now, but Bo just kept on fucking.

"St-stay hard," Bo gasped, licking his earlobe as yet another orgasm tickled her insides. "Stay hard, you black sheep. I want to keep this going . . . all . . . fucking . . . night."

And they did.

#####

Baba could see the rooster perched up in the window cawing at the new day. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the orange glow of the sun creeping into the barn himself. 

"Twelve hours," he gasped in exhaustion, almost crying. "She's been fucking me for twelve hours straight." 

The last twelve hours had been filled with nonstop, brutal, violent, mind-blowing, back-breaking, superhuman sex, the likes of which Baba had only dreamt of, and which was pushing his herculean body to the limits of what he could survive. 

The barn had been transformed by their destructive copulations. Every flat surface had been shattered. Every table and wooden fence broken as Baba had tried to fuck Bo on top of them, sometimes slamming her body through several wooden boards at a time. Every pile of hay had grown damp with their sweat and her cum, which seemed to poor from her body in an endless deluge.

More than once he had tried to simply knock her out, or even kill her, anything to just get a break. He tried punching her in the face, but that just seemed to turn her own.

"Hit me harder," she'd spit. "Harder, you fucking faggot!"

He tried choking her, but that just made her orgasms more intense, which hurt him more than it hurt her.

"C'mon pussy," she'd taunt him. "Can't you even choke a bitch?"

Finally he grabbed her shepherd's cane, smashed it into two pieces over his knee, and shoved one end up her ass while he fucked her pussy. He had hoped this would finally end her, but it just made her squeal in delight.

"Oh God!" she screamed. "I wish there were two of you! Then I'd get fucked like I deserve!" This white bitch was too much for him.

"I'm . . . I'm cumming," he gasped, afraid of what that meant. He had never delayed an orgasm for this long. For twelve hours his balls had been battered and teased and sucked, and now they were practically bouncing with over-packed cum, threatening to explode like two little bombs. Baba was actually afraid of what having an orgasm in this state would feel like. He was sure it was going to be very painful.

"NO!" Bo screamed, grabbing his head. "No! You don't get to finish before I do!"

"B-but . . . but you've cum a hundred times by now," he begged, trying to reason with this demonic white girl.

"Shut the fuck up!" she slapped him hard. "I'm nowhere near done! If you cum now I swear to God that I will kill you. I will cut off your balls and make you eat them before I snap your neck between my legs while I fuck your face!"

"I . . . I can't hold . . . oh shit . . . It's cumming--"

"NO!"

Bo saw he broken latex thong laying nearby, the one Baba had ripped off her body earlier. She grabbed it, and then quickly wrapped it around the top of his gargantuan scrotum. She tied it into place, pulling it so tight that Baba actually cried out in pain. His heavy, apple-sized balls were now plugged up, the boiling gallon of semen inside trapped. 

"There," Bo said sweetly. "Now you can't cum until I want you to . . . or until your balls pop . . . whichever comes first." Baba actually began to cry as Bo pushed him on his back and hopped on top of him, riding him in a cowgirl position, grinding her ass painfully on his swollen, purple ballsack. Instantly another orgasm hit her, and she scraped her sharp nails along his washboard chest, drawing blood in a couple places.

"Mary . . . Mary is going to kill you," Baba cried, his whole body trembling from exhaustion and the excruciating pleasure/pain from his tied-up testicles. 

"Mary?" Bo asked, riding his cock for another orgasm. "Who the fuck is Mary?"

"She . . . she is my mistress," Baba gasped. "I'm one of her Little Lamps. That's what she calls her sluts."

"So," Bo giggled. "You're not some big bad pimp come to steal all my bitches away. You're just a bitch yourself. So why did you come here? Why pick this fight with me?"

"Mary . . . Mary wants to expand her territory into this kingdom. She ordered me to have you removed, and to convert all your Sheep into Little Lamps for her."

Bo reached back and began to massage his swollen balls, eventually reaching underneath and tickling his asshole. "So why didn't this bitch come and face me herself. Is she scared?"

"No. No. She thinks you weren't worth her time."

That really pissed Bo off. She took her fist and slammed it into Baba's big black balls.

THUD!

"Fucking bitch. Well I'll show her. Alright, Baba Black Sheep. Time we finished this."

Baba could only watch in horror as Bo stood over him, her cunt dripping copious amounts of sex-honey onto his quivering chest. There were several yards worth or iron chains hanging from the barn's rafters, probably once used to suspend farming equipment, but now they just hung there without a purpose. Bo had though up a fun purpose for them.

She pulled one down and wrapped it around Baba's muscular neck. Another she wrapped around his arms, and another his waist. She did the same to his legs and feet, and when that was done she began to tug on them. As the chains tightened they lifted Baba's three-hundred pound body into the air, stretching him out like a hammock made of flesh.

Once he was about five feet above the ground Bo tied him into place. She stroked his cock and balls again, waking them up for the grand finale to a tortuous night of erotic torment.

She wetly glided on top of his suspended body, and once again impaled herself onto his thick cock. Even after twelve hours of fucking the thing, it still hurt a little taking it to the base. There was no getting use to thirteen inches, Bo realized. Then she began to swing her legs along with her hips, causing Baba's body to swing back and forth like he actually was a hammock.

The feeling was indescribable for Baba. Pain and pleasure were both threatening to destroy him on levels both mental and physical. The chains cut into his skin and stretched his muscles, while the rocking back and forth made him feel sick. At the same time, the feeling of this hot young girl fucking his cock while suspended in the air was something he had never imagined. 

"Oh God! Oh Fuck!" Bo screamed. "This is the best one yet! This is it! I'm going to finally let you cum! Ready? Ready? READY!!! HOLY SSSSHHHHHIIIIITT!!!"

She was already cumming when she reached back and slapped his ballsack trying to find the thong she had tied around his testicles. After a few seconds of clumsily clawing at his swollen balls she finally got her fingers under the thong, and she undid the knot that held it down, allowing the backed up flood of boiling semen to finally escape. 

"Oh God . . . . AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Baba screamed as he balls almost literally exploded, shooting cum up the incredibly length of his cock like a geyser, the first blast pulverizing Bo's insides like a bottle-rocket. Two high-pressure blasts later and she actually did pop off the end of his cock, wetly landing on his iron-hard abdominal muscles. His cock was flapping back and forth like a wild fire-hose, shooting thick streams of cum sailing above Bo's head. The cum came raining down on her face and breasts. After almost ten seconds of this eruption the cum-streaks finally started to subside, these last several threads only decorating her back and ass, all the while she was grinding against his abs as her own orgasm slowly subsided.

Just when he though it couldn't get any worse, Bo tugged at the chains which were keeping him suspended in the air. The chains quickly unraveled, and Baba's big body slammed into the ground, with Bo still riding his cock on top. Her ass pulverized his balls into the ground, causing the very last wads of cum to shoot out, firing off into the air and raining back down on both of them. This was the painful end to his mind-destroying orgasm, and for her it was just a little aftershock. 

When their climaxes finally came to an end, they were both left shuddering like autumn leaves in the wind, their bodies dripping with sweat and cum. Bo shriveled into a orgasmic heap on his rock-hard chest, her breasts pillowing against his pectorals. 

She looked into his face and saw that his eyes had gone totally white. He was foaming at the mouth and groaning slightly, but was otherwise completely unresponsive. He'd recover, she knew, but for now he was broken. He was an empty shell without a mind. She had fucked him into a coma. 

She giggled to herself slightly as she felt herself drifting off to sleep, exhausted from the last thirteen or fourteen hours of nonstop sex, and she was grateful to have such a comfortable stud to use as a bed. 

"Sleep well, Baba Black Sheep," she whispered to her unconscious conquest. "You're not Mary's Little Lamb anymore. You're mine."

She kissed him, and went to sleep on his hot, sticky chest. 



Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 04



Note: All the characters in this story are over 18, just as they are in the source material. 

When Ichabod Crane first came to Sleepy Hollow it was to pursue a career as a school teacher, and to escape the rather lecherous reputation he had back in the city as a deflowerer if young virgins and corrupter of young wives. But it seemed his perverted luck was still going strong, for when he arrived in Sleepy Hollow he discovered that the supposed 'children' of his school were actually all at least eighteen, most of them being nineteen or twenty-one years old. For a hidden backwater like Sleepy Hollow, what was considered proper schooling didn't start until very late in life, so most of the eighteen year old girls in his class were quite intellectually retarded.

It wasn't long before he had those buxom little beauties bending over their desks for him to instruct them in the science of anatomy firsthand, or pushing them to their knees so he could give their plump, pink lips an 'oral' exam. Even some of the prettier boys did not escape his notice, and he enjoyed teaching them arithmetic by comparing the rather disparate sizes of their cocks. Most of the boys never got much bigger than six inches, far smaller than the blessed ten inches Inchabod had been given by his creator. Needless to say, this was one of the reasons the young girls stayed so loyal to him, and they would only fuck the other boys if Ichabod demanded them to do so for his amusement.

The tastiest of these treats by far was the young Katrina Van Tassel, the prettiest, wealthiest, and dumbest little slut in all of Sleepy Hollow. She was quite petite, barely measuring above five feet in height, but she was quite busty. Her tight corsets and transparent cotton blouses always threatened to burst trying to hold back her young heaving breasts, and perhaps for that reason she always seemed to be out of breath. Her big brown eyes were as wide and innocent as a young doe, and her curly brown hair was as soft as could be imagined. her cupid face was as close to perfect as could exist on earth, and even her smell excited the senses.

She was, however, as stupid as bucket of manure, a fact that Ichabod happily exploited to royally fuck her any time he wished.

When she got the hiccups, Ichabod told her the only cure was to suck a man's cock and swallow his semen. When she complained about a sore foot, Ichabod assured her the only cure was some very hard, very penetrating anal sex. When she told him about the secret swimming hole she and her girlfriends swam in, he convinced her to eat their pussies for good luck (while he watched from the bushes). 

Katrina was such a gullible little whore that Ichabod simply ignored most of what he told her, believing it to complete nonsense. As was the case today . . .

"But I swear it Mister Crane," she said, her firm tits almost bursting from the small corset she wore. "I saw a naked woman take my father's horse last night. She rode him all around the glen all night, with her long hair blowing behind her like a cape, and she didn't put the horse back until the sun came up. My father was ever so angry when he found our horse all sweaty and tired. He thinks it was me who took him for a midnight run. But it wasn't! It was the naked woman with the long hair." 

"Of course, dear, whatever you say," Ichabod said. He wasn't really paying attention. He was too busy fucking the shit out of one of Katrina's friends, a lanky blonde girl named Mandy or Amanda or something. Ichabod didn't bother learning the names of most of his cum-buckets. He had the blonde slut sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide. His ten-inch cock was really a bit more than she could bare, but that didn't stop him from fucking her like her was trying to break her.

Ichabod had caught Katrina and her friend smoking one of those marijuana cigarettes the black boys sometimes gave white girls in exchange for 'special services.' He didn't mind if his little bitches were getting high or not, but if anyone was going to get 'special services' in exchange for drugs it was going to be him. He took their joint away and smoked it himself while punishing the girls with his big dick.

"But Mister Crane, you have to help me," Katrina begged, practically sticking her face between Ichabod's thrusting hips and her friend's battered pussy. "If you can catch the naked woman like you caught Brom Bones pretending to be the Headless Horseman, my daddy won't spank my anymore."

"Slut, I'm going to spank you right now. It's your turn to be punished for taking this joint from the negroes."

Ichabod pulled out of Mandy/Amanda/whatever-the-fuck-her-name-was and then tossed the poor girl to the floor. The lanky skank crawled away, whimpering as an unwanted orgasm wracked her little mind. The perverted school teacher than slapped the top of the desk, indicating to Katrina it was her turn. Obediently, she hiked up her skirts, pushed down her little thong panties, sat down, and spread her legs for her just punishment.

"You've been a naughty little girl, Katrina," Ichabod said, slapping his wet phallus against her tight slit. Even after all the times he had stretched her out, she was still intimidated by his size. 

"I know," she grumbled, squirming in anticipation of her punishment.

"I caught you smoking marijuana."

"Only a couple puffs," she whined.

"And I know you got it from those black boys I've told you not to play with."

"I only gave one of them a blowjob . . . and maybe a little pussy."

"And you're a liar."

"What? No I'm not!"

Ichabod grabbed Katrina by her curly brown hair and pulled her close, right before slapping her across the face with his cock.

SLAP!

"Do you think your father or I would ever believe that a naked woman took your horse out for a midnight ride, only to put it back the next morning? Stupid girl, if you want something big and powerful between your legs you should just come over to my house." Ichabod figured Katrina had been riding the horse just because she had been horny and needed something to satisfy her.

"But I swear! It was a naked lady!"

"Stop lying, you little whore!" He grabbed Katrina by one of her legs and flipped her over, pushing her stomach against the desk and hiking her cute little ass up to the tip of his cock. "Because you are such a naughty little liar I am going to upgrade your punishment. Instead of ten minutes of pussy, I am going to punish you with ten minutes of anal."

"But Mister Crance!" she whined.

"Shut up!" he slapped her ass, making her squeak. "One more word and I'll make you clean my cock off afterwards. Now relax and accept your punishment. This is for your own good, you stupid little slut." 

Katrina whined but said nothing, relaxing enough to allow Mister Crane's large cockhead to enter her tight, young anus. The first blow of his cock hurt, just as it always did, but pretty soon she found herself enjoying it. Mister Crane could be quite rough, especially when he was angry, but Katrina had discovered that there was nothing quite as enjoyable as getting a big, hard cock shoved into her. 

After a few minutes of heavy, hard sex, Ichabod came to his climax, and he spurted his load into the tight bowels of young Katrina. She climaxed as well, leaving a little puddle of cum on the floor as her pussy squirted. She was so happy and dizzy from the sex that she didn't even mind cleaning up his cock afterwards, using her little tongue to lick the sticky sex off of his discipline-stick.

"Mister Crane," she said, smacking her lips against his balls. "Will you come over tonight anyway? Just in case the naked lady comes back?"

Ichabod sighed. He gabbed Katrina by the back of her hair and slammed his cock down her throat, instantly causing her to gag and choke on his thick, sticky meat.

"Of course, dear," he said. "But only because I've never fucked you in a barn before. Wear something sexy. I'll come by about 10pm, after your daddy's gone to bed.

Katrina would have smiled if she could, but her mouth was already being stretched too far open as she gagged on Mister Crane's big cock. He kept throat-fucking her until another orgasm came, which she happily gargled down, barely spilling a drop. Finally someone else was going to see the naked lady, and if anyone knew how to deal with naked ladies, it was big-dicked Mister Crane. 

#####

When Ichabod Crane came up to the Van Tassel family barn he saw that a light was on inside. He had hidden his horse a ways off so that it wouldn't wake up Katrina's father, although if tonight went as planned it was very likely that the orgasmic screams of a certain young lady would wake up the whole town. Ichabod was hornier than usual for some reason, maybe because he knew he was going to have Katrina to himself all night, rather than just the few hours he could have her around the school house, and his mind was awash with all of the perverted, lecherous things he was going to do to her. He was even carrying a bag of toys he had brought from the city, a whole sack filled with dildos and straps and little costumes, most of which were already stained with cum, but that wasn't going to stop Ichabod from using every single one on his favorite little fuck-puppet.

"Katrina," he called into the barn. It was surprising hot and humid inside. "Katrina, you naughty little girl. Where are you?"

The erotic sound of moaning, whimpering really, came from inside the barn. Ichabod imagined that she had gotten started without him, horny little bitch, and was fingering herself silly at this very moment. But when he stepped into the barn he saw that not only had the dumb little cock-sleeve started without him, she had finished without him as well.

Katraina was laying in a pile of hay, completely naked and coated with sweat, her body glistening like a lewd little nymph who just got worked over by a dozen or so gods. Her pretty eyes fluttered as she whimpered erotically, and her tight, hairless pussy was still dripping like a wet piece of freshly cut melon.

"You retarded little bitch," Ichabod quaked with anger, his hard cock and blue balls raging to get free of his tight pantaloons. "You were supposed to wait for me you horny little slut. Now what am I supposed to be doing here?"

She whimpered as an aftershock-orgasm ran through her body. "But . . . Mister Crane . . . it was . . . the naked lady,"

"Enough of your stupid lies, you naughty little nympho. I am going to punish you for this."

"But . . . NOOOO!" She squealed as his hands gripped her petite waist and easily lifted her naked body in the air. He raised her above his head, spun her around like a baton, and then slammed her body down on one of the thick wooden beams that acted as the door to one of the horse's stalls. She landed on her back, squeaking in pain as the small of her back cracked the wooden beam almost in half. She was left hanging there, her belly-button the highest part of her body, her head and feet dangling upside down, and she struggled for consciousness for a few futile seconds before passing out. When she lost consciousness she also lost control of her body, and a small trickle of urine started to leak onto the floor.

Ichabod sighed heavily. He felt a little relieved performing a back-breaker suplex on the little tart who had cheated him out of a night of deviant sex, but his blue-balls were still screaming for further vengeance. Even unconscious he could find uses for Katrina. She still had three hot little holes that could prove mildly entertaining, even if she would prove unresponsive throughout the affair. In fact, she did look rather cute, and her little pink, warm mouth was gasping open as she struggled to breath in her prone, upside-down state. 

He began to undo the belt of his pants, preparing to unleash his ten-inch tallywhacker and continue his discipline of the wayward youth, when he noticed that the stall he had flung her into was empty. There was no horse inside. No horse. Wasn't that part of the story she had been telling him, that a naked woman had been stealing her horse at night to go on wild runs? But that was ridiculous.

And suddenly, just as he was about to pull out his thick maiden-breaker, the Van Tassel family horse came charging into the barn, almost trampling him to death in the process. He managed to roll out of the way just in time, but he landed in a pile of hay and dirt, ruining his nicest set of clothes.

"What the blazes!" He spun around half expected to see the Headless Horseman again, the evil spirit who had run him out of town not long ago (although he now knew it to be Brom Bones, his chief rival for Katrina's pussy). But it wasn't a headless monster riding the bulking, exhausted stallion. It was a radiant, elegant, beautiful, enticing, and completely stark naked woman. Just as Katrina had claimed. 

Her long blonde hair was of such great length that it trailed down the perfectly feminine curves of her back, and even dangled all the way down the horse's muscular, sweating body. Her skin was radiantly golden, and it shimmered beneath a glistening sheen of sweat that trickled down her divine, almost impossible hourglass figure. She was somewhat petite, being only about five foot and a half (Ichabod was slightly over six feet) but her heart-shaped ass and firm, half-melon breasts were that of Aphrodite herself.

Ichabod could see her face as she turned to dismount the bulking horse, and it too was perfect. Her nose was curved upwards like a pixy, her cheeks were high and aristocratic, her lips looked to be as soft as silk but as strong as stone. Her crystal blue eyes were large and half-lidded. 

As she dismounted Ichabod saw that she had been riding the house completely bareback, using neither a saddle nor a bridle, and from the exhausted look of the horse it was clear that she had indeed been riding it all night. The strong, muscled beast was almost dripping with sweat, and its long tongue dangled out its mouth like a dead pink snake.

The naked nymph was also sweating profusely, but unlike the horse which was worked close to death, she seemed full of energy and pleasure.

"My, what an invigorating ride," she said to herself in an arrogant, aristocratic voice and stank of refinement. "You did well enough, stallion, although I dare say I only had a half dozen orgasms tonight. Not nearly enough for a libido as voracious as mine."

Ichabod was both aroused and disgusted when he saw the curvy queen reach under the horse's dripping body and took a firm grasp on his three-foot penis, stroking it with hard, abusive blows. The handjob she was giving the horse was brutal and careless, quick and to-the-point. It was obvious that she wasn't doing it for the beast's pleasure, she was just doing it to dominate the creature a little more.

"Unleash your filthy lust, you disgusting beast!" The nude dominatrix commanded, raining one hand and giving the horse's rump a surprisingly harsh slap. The horse whined and tried to kick, but its legs were already shaking from exhaustion and arousal, its huge cock was already a thick shade of red.

The horse started to cum, and Ichabod almost threw-up when it did. Its semen came out like a geyser of thick, white cream that shot across the floor with such force that it knocked a bucket over. The horse screamed as its massive balls were forcefully milked by its abuser, the naked woman who laughed evilly at the creature's climax. 

When the horse finally started to calm down it was clear that the animal was in near painful exhaustion, its bulging legs shaking like twigs in a storm. The woman gave it another harsh slap on the ass and sent it into its stall, where it quickly stumbled and collapsed to the floor, panting rapidly. She laughed again, and planted her foot on the horse's collapsed body like a barbarian queen claiming victory over a slain dragon.

"One more night of this and your heart is likely to explode. Oh well, I'm sure there are other fine beasts in this town worth a ride. Now where did that little slut go? I'm not finished with her."

The woman looked around and instantly found Katrina, who was still hanging unconscious from the broken wooden beam that Ichabod had flung her on like a used towel.

"Oh dear," the woman said. "How'd you get over here, you silly little bitch?" The woman reached out and began stroking Katrina's budding chest, and then moved her hand further away, before stroking the mound of the younger girl's pussy.

"Hey," Ichabod said. "That's my silly little bitch!"

The woman spun around and noticed Ichabod for the first time. He was standing in the hay pile where he had landed to avoid being trampled by the horse. His pants had fallen down to his ankles, and his erect cock was sticking out in its full ten inches of blue-balled disappointment.

The woman's arrogant blue eyes regarded Ichabod coldly, and she seemed very unimpressed by his ten-inch penis. "And who might you be? A peeping-tom? If you wish to watch while I ravish this girl you may, so long as you keep quit and out of sight. You may even have your pleasure with her after I am finished. Otherwise, I just plan to throw her in the trash."

Ichabod was too stunned for a moment to respond. The idea of watching this curvaceous beauty raping cute little Katrina was a serious turn-on, but that wasn't going to be enough for Ichabod. He wasn't some short-dicked loser content to spy on luckier couples having naughty sex, not anymore. Now he was the one who got pussy, and there was pussy right her for the getting. 

"I'll have you know, you tawdry whore, that I am this girl's teacher, lover, and for all other considerations, her owner. She was my sex-toy long before you ravished her tonight, and I do not take kindly to bullies such as yourself breaking my toys. Now, who are you and what are you doing here? Answer posthaste or I shall have you arrested by the constable."

"Arrested?" the woman laughed. Her golden breasts bounced hypnotically, moving with just the right balance of soft and firm. "You must really not know who I am. Peasant, I am Lady Godiva, ruler of the Fairy Tale kingdom which borders this little cesspit you call Sleepy Hallow. If you try to arrest me it will be an act of war."

"You . . . you're a fucking queen!"

"A countess, technically. My husband was an earl before I murdered him. But I have all the powers that a proper queen would." 

"I . . I don't understand. What are you doing here?"

She sighed, caressing one her large breasts with one hand, the other slowly trailing down the perfect bow-shape of her thigh. Ichabod noticed that beneath her womanly curves she was also quite muscular, and her stomach rippled slightly with well-defined abdominals.

"In short, whatever I want," she said. "My husband was a cruel, greedy bastard. He taxed our people so heavily that they starved and became destitute. I rode naked on my horse through the town, just to humiliate him into lowering the taxes, but I discovered something about myself that day. Riding bareback on my husband's powerful horse produced a pleasure in my loins the likes of which I had never felt before. Ever after my husband lowered the taxes I continued to ride his horse through the fields and towns, naked and dripping with pleasure across every mile. My husband ordered me to stop, so I killed him, trampled him to death during one of my more orgasmic rides. Unfortunately I also worked the horse too much and it died from exhaustion. My kingdom had few horses, you see, and most of them have died between my legs. So, here I am, in this pathetic little village, taking my time breaking in your stallions instead."

"And Katrina?" Ichabod asked, now understanding why she had been naked and exhausted when he found her.

Godiva smiled, pinching one of her pointy, golden nipples. "A delicious little snack. One I plan to devour for dessert. Now, away with you. I don't want to see you while I destroy this little girl's body with my lust."




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 04



Ichabod stepped up to Lady Godiva, kicking his pants away as he did so. He was much taller than her, the top of her head barely came to his chin, but she did not seem intimidated. He stood over her so closely that her firm breats mashed against his smooth chest, and his ten-inch cock bent upward against her steaming hot cunt, the head of his penis landing against her belly-button.

"Here's a better idea, bitch. You sit down on the perfect ass of yours, and you watch while I fuck the daylights out of this little slut. And then, when I'm down, you spread those curvy legs of yours and take a turn being my subservient little beast. I promise, I will ride you like a mare and break you just as hard.

She smiled up at him, her juicy lips curving in a wickedly sexy smile, but her narrow blue eyes still looked just as hateful. Her slender arms rouse up and wrapped themselves promisingly around his tall neck, causing her breasts to push into his chest even further. She smelled amazing, and her pussy was so hot it was almost sizzling against his hard cock.

He smiled. "Slut, I knew you'd-"

SLAM!

But she pulled his shoulders down as her knee shot up, slamming into his balls and pinning them against his hip-bone. The sudden pain was so overwhelming that the wind was knocked out of him.

As he stood there gasping for air like an idiot, Godiva leaned back and spun on her heel, using her whole upper-body like a spinning counter-weight. Her other leg spun up and struck him in the face, kicking him with incredibly force.

WHAM!

Ichabod went spinning through the air, rotating at least six times before his collided into the wooden fence of an empty stall. He smashed through the wooden planks and came to a stop on the hard dirt.

"On second thought," Godiva said, "I probably don't want any witnesses to live and tell this tale. I guess you and your slut will have to die."

With a martial-arts cry she jumped into the air and came down with an amazing flying-kick, the heel of her foot aiming directly for Ichabod's head. He managed to roll out of the way just in time, and her foot instead smashed through some wooden boards as if they were made of dried bread.

Her second blow didn't miss though. As Ichabod was standing up, she was spinning on her heel again, and she caught him in the chest with an upward straight-kick. it wasn't enough to send him flying, but it hurt incredibly and kept him groggy. 

She followed up with a barrage of kicks that flew so quickly it was like she had a thousand legs moving at once, blurring too quickly to be followed. None of them were incredibly powerful, but each one stung like a wasp, and more than few slapped against his erect penis. Ichabod could do nothing but take it, and he was forced to watch her perfect tits bouncing as she brutalized his body with her onslaught.

When she finished Ichabod was too dazed to react. He just stood there, wavering on feet and drooling slightly. Godiva laughed to herself, and then she took a quick two-step sprint towards him. Her right foot dug into his gut, her heel practically wedging itself into his insides. Her other foot swung all the way up and kicked him the face, and then she launched off of him in a beautiful back-flip. She had run up his body like a wall, and then jumped off of him. She landed gracefully on her feet in a victorious, acrobatic pose, with her two breasts jiggling slightly. Ichobad was thrown through the air again, this time striking the barn door so hard that he was thrown through it.

He landed outside in a shower of wooden splinters, luckily being protected from the worst of it by his long coat, but it was ripped to shreds and he rolled down the muddy hill that the barn stood on.

It took Ichobad a long while to regain his senses from the beating he had just taken, and when he finally came back up to his feet he realized that he was now completely naked and covered in mud. His tall, slightly muscular body was glistening in the moonlight from his sweat and the sloppy dirt he had just rolled through. It was a hot, humid night, so he was perfectly comfortable being naked, but he still worried about someone seeing him.

The only person around though was Godiva. The royal bitch was strutting down the hill in all her naked glory, her own naked body sparkling in the moonlight like an erotic dream come to life. She was careful to walk along the grass instead of the muddy road that she had just tossed her opponent down. 

"Oh my," she laughed when she saw him, holding on to her large tits to stop them from bouncing too much. "Look at you. You look like a dirty little piggy. How silly. What an undignified state to die in."

Ichabod growled in anger. He hated how arrogant this royal whore was. He scooped up a heaping portion of mud from beneath him and flung it at the golden-skinned queen who was laughing at him so mirthfully. The mud splattered across her breasts and face, dripping down her long thighs and legs. She gasped and looked down, just as horrified as if a spear had gone through her and it was her own blood covering her buxom chest. 

"You . . . you fucking peasant . . . I'm-"

She was so distracted by the mud that she didn't see Ichabod's fist flying into her face. Her head snapped back as she grunted in pain. Then he launched another punch into her well-toned stomach, causing her to gasp as the air was knocked out of her. Then Ichabod followed up with a barrage of his own, slapping and punching her face, stomach, and tits as if she were a sex-doll mixed with a punching-bag. She tried to defend, and even deflected a few of his blows, but his reach was much greater than hers, and he continued to batter her senseless.

Finally he saw that they was a discarded wooden whelk by the side of the road, the kind used for a large wagon. He grabbed it, lifted it above his head, and then slammed it down on top of Godiva's blonde crown.

SMASH!

The spokes of the wheel shattered as her body went through the hoop, and the wheel itself came to arrest around her hips like a giant wooden hula-hoop. Ichabod wasn't down. He tugged on the hoop, forcing her body along with it. He spun on his heels, turning around and around, gaining speed with every rotation, until Godiva was lifted off of the ground. She was stuck in the hoop the dug into her waist as Ichabod spun it around him like it was a giant discuss.

He finally let go, and the hoop flew from his hands like a spinning saucer, with the dizzy Lady Godiva spinning inside of it as well. She sailed an amazing distance before striking an old, dead tree, the hoop around her waist shattering into a thousand pieces as her curvy body smacked against the dry wood. She slid to the ground, but managed to weekly stand against the tree, using its twisted trunk for support. Big mistake. Ichabod came with a flying kick right into her chest, his foot landing between her large breasts.

SMACK!

The force of the kick was so much that Ichabod half-expected Godiva's chest to cave in like a crushed egg. Her eye's indeed bulged for a moment, but before her bones broke the tree did. The long dead trunk snapped right down the middle, and Godiva fell through the large split to the ground on the other side.

Ichobad jumped over then fallen tree to finish her, but when he saw her lying there with her legs splayed, her breasts heaving, and her juicy golden cunt still dripping with arousal, he hesitated. That was his big mistake.

The moment he spent raping her with his eyes was all she needed to recover. She rolled up to her feet, and then rolled over the ground in a ball, mudding her golden hair, but she was then able to spring up feet first, legs wrapping around Ichabod's neck. With her hands still clutching the fallen tree, she pulled down, and threw Ichabod somersaulting through the air.

He landed painfully, again into a muddy puddle. When he rose back up Godiva was stumbling over, now without any of the sexy swagger she had before, but instead with visible rage as her curvaceous body heaved with anger. She was almost completely coated with mud, and only a few patches of her long golden hair were still clean.

He hadn't seen anything so horrifying since he was chased by the Headless Horseman, but then again, that ghost didn't have the amazing pair of tits that this bitch had. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you," she seethed. "I'm going to rip off your balls and fucking eat them, you gangly peasant."

He lifted his middle-finger at her, and then coaxed her forward with it. "Bring it bitch."

#####

After that the two naked combatants fought for almost an hour, neither ever getting the upper-hand again. Occasionally Ichabod would land a vicious punch to Godiva's gut, and more than once she pegged him directly in the balls with her elegant foot, but neither even got close to landing a finisher.

As they fought they also moved around a lot, having left Katrina's property quite quickly. They fought through a pumpkin patch, where Ichabod had almost finished Godiva by slamming a pumpkin on her head, turning her into the sluttiest jack-o-lantern he had ever seen. Then they fought through a field of corn, where Godiva had forced a rather large ear of corn up Ichabod's asshole. Under different circumstance he might have enjoyed that, but Godiva then kicked him the gut so hard the corn broke in half inside his anus. Luckily he managed to shit the pieces back out before she was able to finish him.

Finally their battle brought them to a place Ichabod recognized. It was the roofed wooden bridge that ran across the river leading out of Sleepy Hollow. This was the place that Ichabod had fled across to escape the Headless Horseman, whose ghost could not leave the haunted town (although it had probably been Brom Bones in disguise the entire time).

Ichabod was taking too long to stare at the old wooden bridge however, and Godiva took the opening to deliver another one of her devastating spin kicks that sent him spirally through the air. He landed on the wooden planks of the bridge, two of which snapped beneath his naked body.

"Holy shit," he thought. Any harder and he would have fallen into the rushing river below.

Once again he rolled to avoid a falling dive-kick from Godiva, whose foot went right through the wooden floor. She was stuck, one of her legs dangling above the river.

"Fucking useless bridge!" she screamed trying to pull her leg free.

"I love this fucking bridge," Ichabod said, before delivering a brutal series of punches to Godiva's stomach and breasts, causing one of her tits to bounce up so high it hit her in the face. He then grabbed one of her arms and twisted it over his shoulder, dislodging her from the wood and throwing her a good five feet through the air.

She landed painfully on her back, but rolled back to her feet a moment later. Ichabod tried to run up on her, but she saw him coming. She bent over, thrusting her perfect ass up, and then delivered her strongest mule-kick right into his swinging testicles.

"FUCK!" he screamed, tenderly cradling his swollen gonads in his hands.

Godive kicked him across the face with two spinning roundhouse-kicks, before sweeping his legs out from under him with a low sweep-kick. He hadn't been on the ground for more the a second before she brought her heel down right onto his chest, causing another two boards beneath him to snap.

He felt her hot cunt pushing down on his chest. She was straddling him between her powerful thighs as she rained punch after punch down on his face. With every blow he could feel the old wooden supports of the roofed bridge give way a little more. If she didn't stop they'd both be sent right through and into the river below. Ichabod wasn't afraid of the water, which would likely have been warm and comfortable, but not far off was a rather dangerous series of waterfalls and rapids that would likely bang him up pretty bad. 

"Fucking peasant! Filthy peeping-tom!" she screamed, slapping him around mercilessly. "Pathetic little pussy!" She reached back and slammed her fist down into his balls again. He screamed again, grunting in strange, aroused pain. Any more slapping of his balls and he was likely to cum. 

Godiva took a break from the beating to spit on Ichabod's face. her breasts were heaving as she gasped for air. She had been going at this for almost an hour, and she had not felt this exhausted in quite some time.

"I wonder," she gasped, "I wonder how I should kill that little slut back in the barn. Katrina, you said? I sexy little name for a sexy little girl. Maybe I'll force her horse to fuck her. Imagine that. His big, three foot cock ripping her little cunt open, pushing her organs out her mouth. Yeah, that's how I'm going to do it. The rest of the villagers will assume she was just a disgusting little pervert, who bit off more cock than she could fuck, so to speak."

"No . . .," Ichabod groaned. Not Katrina. Not his favorite slut. Where in all of the Fairy Tale worlds was there a young woman as pretty, amorous, wealthy, and utterly stupid as Katrina? Ichabod would never find a pussy as tight and fresh as hers again, not to mention would he ever bang a bitch with a bank-account that large. " . . . Katrina."

Godiva chuckled evilly. She raised something over Ichabod's head. It was a long, splintered piece of wood. She was going to plunge it through his neck, chopping his head off in the most messy and painful way imaginable. He was still too dazed to stop it. 

"HOLD! WHAT SLUT DARES COME INTO SLEEPING HOLLOW, AND NOT OFFER HER PUSSY TO THE PLEASURE OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN!" A booming voice echoed across the bridge.

Both Ichabod and Godiva turned to see the most haunting, terrifying sight. A horseman with a long black cloak, wielding a flaming sword stood at the edge of the bridge, atop a black horse that was screaming like a demon. Worse, the horseman's pants had been undone, revealing a long metal penis, which was also on fire like the sword. Ichabod looked to the horseman's neck, and indeed saw that there was no head atop it.

"Holy fucking shit!" Godiva whimpered. She was so frightened that a little bit of pee escaped her cunt, and trickled down Ichabod's chest. 

Ichabod was not scared. He knew the horseman could not cross the bridge. He never had before (he now doubted it was Brom Bones).

Ichabod reached up and grabbed both of Godiva's succulent, pointy nipples. Using every bit of strength he had in his hands, he twisted her nipples around, so tightly that had they been cherries, they'd have been turned into cherry jam. 

Godiva literally squealed as she dropped the wooden stake she held. She must have been extremely horny, because as Ichabod tortured her sensitive nipples, her cunt tightened, and then released a little wet pop of cum into his chest. The cum caused her to slid downward, closer to his waste. He leaned up and slammed his forehead into her face.

CRACK!

Godiva was dazed. He grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up, positioning her hairless cunt right over his still turgid, swollen ten inches of tallywhacking cock, and then he dropped her on it. Her cum lubricated his helmet and it slid in without resistance, going all the way to the balls in one movement.

The sudden insertion caused Godiva to gasp, her eyes to bulge, and she looked directly upward as she gave out a high-pitched scream.

Ichabod managed to stand, still penetrating Godiva, and he slammed her back against one of the wooden support beams that held up the bridge's roof. In that position, he began to fuck her like he was trying to knock her out, like he was trying to punch her in the face from the inside. The strong muscles of her cunt clenched down, perhaps trying to shut him out, but it only made the thrusting more pleasurable for them both. Despite herself, Godiva started to cum like a horny little maniac, almost pissing cum from her tight cunt, that dripped down Ichabod's legs. She began to instantly climax harder than she had across the back of any stallion.

"Fuck . . . yes . . . harder," she cried, begged.

"Fucking whore." Ichabod pulled out, his long cock slurping noisily, making a loud 'pop' when he helmet finally burst free of her tight pussy-lips.

Godiva almost cried when she felt the hard cock leave her, and she looked up at Ichabod with quivering lips and big, girlish eyes. Although she said nothing her need for cock was written on her face. She was begging for it.

"Slut." He backhanded her so hard that she spun around, almost losing her footing and falling into the river, but Ichabod grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back. He slammed her face fist into the wooden beam, and then kicked her legs open with his foot. A moment later he was pushing the head of his cock against the tight hole of her backdoor.

"W-wait!" She stuttered. "B-but . . . too big-"

"Get ready for the ride of your life, you filthy little whore."

She screamed as he slammed into her, but even at full force only half of his ten-inch cock made it up her tight, little asshole. The next five inches were harder to work in, each requiring a heavy thrust to achieve. But six ass-slams later, and he was balls-deep in her once again, his balls slapping up into her clit. 

Tears rolled down her face as she gasped in unfamiliar pain, and even after the pain was replaced by a strange, new pleasure, she continued to cry. The shame was too great. This peasant was absolutely owning her, using her ass to turn her into a cock-puppet. And even after the shame started to fade, and was replaced by more, indescribable pleasure, she continued to cry just because getting fucked up the ass felt that fucking good. Every thrust of his brutal cock up her virgin rear seemed to hit deeper and more sensitive place, exciting new nerve-endings and causing her brain to overheat as it tried to compute the level of sensation she was being subjected to. Her wet pussy grinded up against the smooth wooden beam, provoking orgasm after orgasm as her mind could barely register one climax from the other. This pain/pleasure continued for a very long time, until she heard Ichabod's voice echoing in her broken mind.

"Ready for the end, bitch?"

And then, with one last brutal, back-breaking slam of his cock, he started to bust his nut into her bowels, his thick dick expanding even further as it shot load after load of hot, heavy semen into her body. Her blue eyes rolled back up into her skull and her tongue hung loose as she also climaxed again, this orgasm almost causing her heart to explode. She was no longer aware of herself or body, only of the fact that she was hot and wet, and she was wrapped around something hard and fat.

Ichabod kept her like that for a while. Her sweaty body pushing down on his erect cock as it oozed the last of his seed inside of her. Her large tits were wrapped around the wooden beam, which she mindlessly licked as if it were a giant cock. The bitch had really been knocked out.

Ichabod wrapped his long arms around her body, enjoying the weight of her tits in his hands as he pulled her sticky body off of the beam, cum and sweat staining the wood a dark color.

Ichabod kissed the side of her comatose face and whispered, "Enjoy your swim."

He then bent back, all the way back, slamming Godiva head and shoulders first into the wooden floor with a perfectly executed German-suplex. The wooden boards snapped and gave out finally, and her curvy body fell right through, splashing into the river below.

Ichabod got up and locked downstream, admiring the way her breasts bobbed above the surface of the water and shone in the moonlight. She was conscious enough to keep float, but that might change once she reached the rapids. And even after that, the river was infested with trolls who just loved to rape anything they found in the river.

"Stay out of my fucking village, you whore!" Ichabod screamed after the almost-drowning countess.




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He then turned to the Headless Horseman, who was still standing atop his horse, his big metal cock still erect and covered in hellish flames. 'What now?' Ichabod wondered. Was the ghost going to rape his ass, now that Godiva's busted cunt was gone?

"Oh, Ichy!" the Headless Horseman squealed. The cloak fell away, revealing a naked young woman beneath, wearing a strap-on dildo that had been coated in lamp-oil. Suddenly Ichabod recognized the horse too. It was Katrina's.

His favorite little slut ran over to him, her arms outstretched, her firm breasts heaving, as she tried to kiss him.

But Ichabod grabbed the top of her head and roughly shoved her to her knees, slapping her in the face with his ass-covered cock.

"'Bout time you should up, you little retard!" Ichabod scolded. "Now get to work cleaning off my dick! You need to be punished for your tardiness."

Katrina whined sadly, but when Ichabod took her by the chin and started jamming his messy cock down her throat she accepted it. Within a few seconds her slutty nature took over and she was happily slurping and deep-throating his big penis like the entire traumatic night hadn't even happened. Ichabod's balls were almost completely emptied from his busting into Godiva's ass, but he was sure that they was a small snack waiting in there for Katrina if she worked hard enough to get it.

But even as Ichabod roughly throat-fucked Katrina, he was grateful to her for her timely intervention. "Katrina, my little slut, I'm sorry I didn't believe you about the naked woman stealing your horses. I'll never doubt you again."

Katrina moaned happily on his dick, popping off of it to say something. "Good, because there has been this nasty little elf sneaking into my older sister's room at night since last Christmas, when he came with Santa Claus, and boy do they fuck like-"

UMPH!

"Shut up dear," Ichabod said as he jammed his cock back down Katrina's throat. He might never doubt her words again, but she couldn't speak any words if he was ten-inches down her throat. As he started to cum into her stomach, he thought about what kind of gag he was going to buy for her. 



Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 05



NOTE: This story is a sequel to Fairy Tale Fuck Fights (3 or 5 depending on the website): Little Bo Peep versus Baba Black Sheep.

#

STORY TILL NOW: Little Bo Peep is the most badass pimp in her little kingdom, hooking up every prince and pauper with the penises and pussies of their choice, but recently another badass pimp has been muscling into her territory: Mary Contrary. Mary sent her 'Little Lambs' to take out Bo Peep's 'Sheep' one by one, either by seduction or violence, and slowly work away Bo's whole network of sluts and studs. Bo Peep confronted Mary's main enforcer Baba Black Sheep, a titanically muscular black stud with a cock like an elephant's trunk. Bo managed to fight and fuck Baba into submission with her tight white pussy though, and now she plans to use him to exact revenge on Mary Contrary. 

#

Bo's room was a mess. Her giant king-sized bed was broken off of its post, the wall behind it was cracked, and her mattress was a damp swamp of sex. The floor was littered with torn scraps of lingerie and undergarments, and every flat surface was frosted with the residue of cocaine and molly. A couple of her most talented sluts were passed out on the floor, their perky breasts peeking up from the ground like fleshly pillows, and their pussies broken and sore.

Bo was pretty sore herself, although she was trying pretty hard not to show it. She was just stepping out of the shower, and her tall, hour-glass, bombshell of a body was still dripping wet and haloed with steam. Her short, naturally curly blond hair was already bouncing back up into shape, and the bite-marks and scratches that had marred her flawless alabaster skin were starting to fade.

She stood in front of her full-body mirror (which was recently cracked) and moaned in approval. Bo had never met a woman that aroused her as much as herself. Piercing blue eyes, puffy pink lips, big round tits that defied gravity, a long abdomen that subtly rippled with muscle, and a firm, strong ass like a prize mare. Her hairless pussy still looked nice and tight even if it had gone through the beating of lifetime these last couple days, and on the inside her womb felt like a punching-bag. Still, she wanted more. She had just gotten done showering off the layers of cum that had coated her body, and already she wanted more. 

"You want more, don't you?" a deep baritone voice came from the ruined bed, sounding a little intimidated by the arrogant 23 year old babe. "Damn woman. You're insatiable, you know that?"

Bo giggled. "It's not my fault that I can't get enough of that big black cock, Baba. Besides, looks to me like you're up for it."

The man laying in the bed was big, black, and hung like an elephant. Bo was a tall girl at six-feet (even taller when she wore her platform heels) but Baba still towered over her like a gigantic ebony tree. His muscles bulged obscenely from his body, and his stomach looked more like dark brown washboard. It was his cock that drew the most attention though. A giant, pulsating muscle of black-purple flesh, that even limp hung a devastating ten inches from his powerful waist. When hard, Baba's cock was like a third-leg, or a muscular dwarf's arm flexing upward, the bulbous head as round and plump as an apple.

One thrust from Baba was enough to cripple some girls, but for the last two days Bo had ridden him like a pony and conquered him completely, and now the buxom young white girl had the big, bad, black stud wrapped around her little manicured finger. Baba couldn't quite explain it. He was strong enough to snap Bo's neck like a twig, or break her body over his knee like a piece of cheap plywood, but when Bo smiled at him with those evil blue eyes of hers Baba felt his courage and independence melt away, and his cock get hard. 

Bo was a lot like Mary, Baba's last mistress, who had also conquered him just as utterly with her perfect body, who's hot little pussy sucked out his soul on the first night they met. They even looked the same, with very similar bodies and bust-size, but whereas Bo was blue-eyed, hotheaded, and a curly blond, Mary was green-eyed, ice-cold, and her hair was short, straight and as black as oil. 

Mary wasn't quite as . . . unquenchable as Bo either. Mary would fuck Baba once a week to keep him hooked on her and to remind him that he was the bitch in their relationship. Bo had also made Baba her big, black bitch, but she hadn't been off of his cock for more than twenty minutes for the last two days. Bo had pumped more cum out of his giant balls in that short time then Mary would in a month. 

"Fuck," Bo moaned, rubbing her pussy as she looked over Baba's prone body with a predatory smile. "I don't WANT more of that hot chocolate, I fucking NEED it!"

She walked onto the bed, stood on his chest, and then squatted over his face, pushing her puffy pussy lips against his his mouth.

"Get mommy wet, bitch," Bo smirked, reaching back and taking a hold of Baba's sore, tired cock. Even though his dick burned and his balls felt ready to implode, Baba still responded to Bo's electric touch, and within a fer merciless strokes he was fully hard, the tremendous size of his penis straining his foreskin back and unveiling the engorged purple head.

Baba did what he was told and he ate his mistress's pussy, plunging his tongue deep into her hot little sex-pocket. It amazed him that even after two days of wild, violent sex she still tasted as sweet as raspberries and cream, and her flower overflowed with sticky nectar.

"Oh God," Bo moaned in her husky, raspy voice. "You're tongue is bigger than most other men's cocks!" She began to wriggle on his face, rolling her wonderful ass over his chin and grinding him deeper into the pillows. Her grip on his cock tightened, and her stroking grew fast and mean. She leaned back and slid over, her pussy still planted on Baba's face, but now she was cradling his sledgehammer between her massive tits, and she kissed the big helmet of his cock, running her tongue around the flanged tip, and even penetrating into the slit of his urethra. Her jaw hurt trying to fit the whole thing in her mouth, but she did, and she was getting more comfortable taking the whole thing down her throat, although every time she did so it felt like someone was reaching down into her gut. 

With hard, loud, enthusiastic slurps Bo bobbed her bouncing blonde head up and down the full length of Baba's ebony pillar, rocking her whole body back and forth over his, sliding her smooth stomach over his bulging abdominals. Bo didn't care that his cock was sore, or that she might even hurt him by pushing him to such superhuman limits of sex. Bo was a very selfish girl, and she only had sex for her own please. Baba was still going to cum though, Bo would make sure of that, but only because Bo wanted him to. She loved the taste of cum, and Baba's was especially thick and salty. 

"Bo . . . Bo I'm-"

Bo didn't need for Baba to say it. He was cumming. His shaft was widening even more, and she could hear the spunk boiling its way upward from his groin. 

She sucked down, and then slid up until just his bulbous helmet was in her mouth, and a second later her cheeks were swelling with his cum. He came hard and fast, and although she swallowed the first few gulps the rest exploded from her lips. She smiled and licked up as much as she could, but a good mouthful of it lubricated Baba's shaft. 

"You're not fucking done yet," Bo said, licking her lips as she repositioned herself over Baba's spitting anaconda. He was still hard, a stud like him would be for another few minutes even after cumming. Bo loved that about him, that even after deflating his cock kept an impressive plumpness far behind the size of most men were when completely erect.

Bo bit her lip and giggled as she aimed his semen-soaked head up into her wet cunt, his cum and spit lubricating the impossibly insertion. Groaning deeply, she eased her body down, and let Baba's massive ramrod impale her, leaving a visible impression in her stomach. 

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah. So fucking big. Stay hard for me, bitch. Stay hard," Bo said as she began to bounce up and down on his cock, her big tits bouncing on her chest. "Don't you fucking go soft! Keep it up bitch!"

Baba was a large, powerfully built man, but right now he was whimpering like a little girl. He couldn't have gone soft even if he had wanted to, the very scent of Bo's arousing pheromones was enough to keep him hard. He was fucking her into the bed so hard that it began to slid across the floor, the already broken headboard banging against the cracked wall. Bo squealed and clawed at his chest, leaving long, slender scratches across his rock-hard pectorals.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Of fuck yeah!" Bo cheered orgasmically. Her blue eyes were rolling back in her skull and her tongue was flailing out. She leaned over and slapped him across the face, and then spat into his open mouth. "I'm . . . eek . . . I'M CUMMING!!!"

Baba was cumming to, but he was in too much shock and too tired to cry out. He just bit his tongue as bullets of sweat ran over his shimmering black body, and he felt his mind slowly slip away into unconsciousness. His cock exploded with hot, thick cum again, this with the very last his body could produce, and when Bo felt it she squealed in joy. 

"OH FUCK!"

Bo stood up on shaking legs and quickly squatted over Baba's vacant face. Her hand was a rapid blur over her engorged pussy, and she was flicking her clit like it was broken light-switch. 

"DRINK IT, BITCH!" Bo cried, and her pussy erupted all over his face, spraying him with a hot shower of girl-cum that left him drenched from head to mid-chest. Bo squeaked and squealed as she came, her long body shaking wildly from the power of her orgasm, and when it finally subsided she fell back onto his body, leaned back until her head came to a rest on his genitals, and she too slipped into a deep, warm coma.

Just before passing out though, Bo managed to whisper in a shaky voice, "I'm going to need another shower."

#

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Baba asked as he ate his breakfast of egg, steak, coffee, and toast. Bo was cooking for him, wearing nothing but an apron and her high-heels, and she was feeding him a very high-protein meal to get his spunk back. Baba was inarguably Bo's bitch, but she still wanted to cook from him. It made her feel feminine and sexy, and everything about this relationship was going to about what Bo wanted regardless of how Baba felt about it. 

"Mary, Mary, quite Contrary wants to fuckign go?" Bo said, serving Baba more eggs and leaning over so he could see her vast cleavage in her low-cut apron. "Of course I want to take that bitch on. She's been muscling in on my turf for weeks and stealing my customers. She even sent you to take me out (and although I'm very happy at the way things have turned out) I can't have uppity little wannabes like her taking shots at the queen. Off with her fucking head, that's what I say."

"You know, she feels the same way about you."

Bo sneered, and for a moment it looked like she was going to slap her bitch. "What do you mean?"

"You've only been in the game for a few years, and you may have stuck to your own turf, but Mary's been at this for a decade, and she's had designs on this area for a while. When you sprang up and filled the void before she could it set her back a ways."

"Mary's got her own fucking turf to pimp on. What's she want my little hamlet for?"

"Jack's been upping his taxes recently, so if Mary wants to keep the lifestyle she's got she's needs to expand."

"Jack?" Bo asked with an arched eyebrow and a sexy sneer. "Who the fuck is Jack? I thought the prince's name was Charming or something faggot-sounding like that." 

Baba put down his knife and fork. "You've never heard of Jack? Jack Horner? Jack the Giant-Killer? Jack the Pussy-Slayer."

Bo shrugged, causing her pink caps of her nipples to slip out of her apron. "Should I have?"

"Mistress, Jack Horner is the biggest criminal kingpin in the western world. They say he was born into poverty, but after stealing a magical goose that lays golden eggs from a cloud-giant he became incredibly wealthy. Unsatisfied with wealth, he became an adventurer, and then a conqueror, and then a slaver. He controls everything in the underground. Prostitution, drugs, weapons. Even kings are too afraid of Jack to cross him."

"And . . . what? Is Mary his underling or something?"

"Not until a couple years ago, when his territory expanded over hers. Mary didn't go along with it very willingly, but Jack can be . . . persuasive. Especially with women."

Bo couldn't stop a twisted smile from growing on her face. "He fucked her brains,didn't he? He dominated her?"

Baba nodded. "It was a contest, and Jack won. Mary's been his bitch ever since."

Bo bit her lip and smiled. "Just as Mary made you her bitch, and I then I fucked your big black balls empty and made you may sheep." Bo looked kind of excited. "Tell me something stud, am I a better fuck than Mary was?"

Baba looked frightened of answering the question, but when Bo started to raise her slender pimp hand (which looked delicate and feminine but packed enough power to slap a slut into next week) Baba quickly answered. 

"YOU! You, baby, c'mon why you even gotta ask questions like that?"

Bo kept her hand up for a moment, but then lowered it. "Well, it stands to reason then, that if this old bitch Mary and I went clit to clit, I'd come out on top, wouldn't I?"

Baba wasn't confident about that. Before Jack nearly fucked Mary to death she had never been dominated before. Giants, ogres, and demons had all been brought to their knees by Mary's little tricks, and as excellent as Bo was at sex, she had only managed to defeat Baba by a narrow margin. But when Bo started to raise her pimp-hand again, Baba had to answer.

"YEAH! Yeah, baby. You'd fuck the shit out of that old hag."

Bo smiled. "That's what I fucking thought. And if I can put this Mary Contrary in her place as MY bitch . . . who knows . . . maybe even this Jack fucker might find out what it's like to be Little Bo Peep's submissive sheep."

"What are you planning?" Baba asked, noticing the evil sparkles of greed and ambition in Bo's beautiful blue eyes. 

Bo licked her lips and took off her apron. "Get dressed. We're going visit this Mary Contrary, and find out exactly what makes her garden grow."

#

"Mary, Mary, quite Contrary,

How does your garden grow?"

"With big fat cocks, hard pink nipples,

And pretty sluts all in a row."

Mary's Garden was the most exclusive brothel in the small kingdom of Silvercockle, and at one time it had made Mary the most influential woman in the kingdom. If the pitiful Prince Cute (a more petite relative of Prince Charming) wanted to get his little dick wet in some hot pussy, he had to come to Mary. That was true of the king, the duke, the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker as well. Mary had a preternatural eye for talent, and she had a taste for sweet pussy. Every starry-eyed peasant girl, wicked little witch, and enchanted princess that so much as skipped through Silvercockle got analysed by Mary's critical eyes, hands, and tongue, and if the little slut was to Mary's liking she'd recruit the bitch . . . one way or another. 

But success attracted competition, which Mary had been more than content to deal with herself. A tough bitch like her didn't need enforcers or thugs to deal with the other pimps and trolls that tried to steal her Little Lambs away. She'd kick the ass of anyone who crossed her, and she'd leave them tied up in the public stocks with their pants around their ankles and their every available orifice stuffed with something long, hard, and uncomfortable. 

Mary was the baddest bitch in town, and she answered to no one . . . that was until Jack came to town.

Things of course still looked the same. Mary's Garden was always being renovated and enhanced with lewd statuary, erotic paintings, and every kind of sex-toy, drug, and magic she could find in the Black Market, but none of it really felt like hers anymore. 

Mary was at the moment sitting in her opulent cushioned chair, one that looked like a throne, leaning back and sipping at a glass of wine while she overlooked tonight's orgy. The floor before here was filled with hot, sweaty, sex-stained bodies writhing over one another, all of them fumbling in a hurried, aroused, almost panicked need to fuck each other senseless. The crowd was a strange mix of people, mostly human, but there were a few elves and ogres and such. All of the girls were perfect and sexy (being Mary's Lambs, they had to be) but many of the men were fat and ugly, with disappointing penises and hair in odd places. Mary saw past their physical features to what was really important though . . . their money.

These fat pigs would through their money at Mary's high-heeled feet just as quickly as their busted thier nuts, and once upon a time Mary got to keep all of that money for herself . . . but now . . . now more than half of it went to pay off Jack the fucking Giant-killer.

"Mistress," one of Mary's little lambs interrupted her drinking, a cute little brunette in a skimpy set of lingerie meant to look like a maid's uniform. "Jack's people are here to see you."

Mary seethed. "Have them wait in the hall," she commanded, her voice cold and deep. 

The Lamp blushed. "I'm . . . I'm sorry Mistress, but they already went up into your bedroom. I tried to stop them but-"

SMACK!

The back of Mary's leather-gloved hand slapped the Lamb across the face so hard the slut was lifted off of the ground and she was sent sprawling across the floor. Mary got up and strutted by the prone slut, her footfalls nailing into the ground, her high-heels deadly enough to pierce like rapiers. The maid was trembling in fear, but all Mary did was pour her wine onto the girl's face and chest, and then dropping the glass for her to clean up.

When Mary walked the earth shook, but not because of her weight, she was actually quite tall and slender, but possessed a hour-glass shape that exploded around her breasts and ass. The earth shook because Mary had a swagger the oozed confidence and power. Her long legs pulsed with strong muscles, her ass swung threateningly like a wrecking ball, and regardless of what she wore over her chest, her nipples seemed to poke through with obvious dentations. 

Right now she was wearing all shiny black leather. Her large, bubble-shape breasts were encased in a leather corset that threatened to explode with every inhale, and her ass was barely tamed by a tight leather skirt that had some frilly lace at the bottom to look like a peasant's dress. Her long legs and arms were covered by thigh-high boots and shoulder-length gloves, and the tips of her toes and heels were solid, sharpened steel. Her dominatrix look was finalized by short bobbed hair that was as black as oil, thick black-painted lips, and heavy mascara. 

Mary was a sex-bomb waiting to explode, and most people knew to fear that . . . most people who didn't work for Jack that was. 

Mary opened the door to her bedroom and found a small party going on in side. Several of her Little Lambs were there, some of them passed out on the floor and twitching in post-orgasmic shock, and the others being fucked nearly to death. 

Jack normally only sent one of his enforcer's to collect his tax, but now there were four. Mary knew all of them. 

Standing in the corner and snooping through her underwear drawer were two attractive twins, one boy and one girl, each of them blonde, blue-eyed, and sickeningly 'perfect' in that fairy-tale sort of way . . . other than the fact that they were both dressed like sluts.

Hansel and Gretel. Hansel was tall, well-built, and probably one of the most beautiful men Mary had ever seen, if you liked that sort of rugged-but-feminine look in a man. Mary knew she liked one thing about him though, and it was the tremendous bulge that hung halfway to his knee. Gretel was much shorter and skinnier than her brother, with an athletic build and perky, medium-sized breasts, and an ass that looked edible. Her body-type made Mary think of a gazelle, and Mary wanted to be the lioness that brought that sexy gazelle down. 




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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. 




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 05



The two women began to splash and wrestle in the steamy water, sending colossal tsunamis of hot liquid over the side. They screamed and squealed as they punched and slapped one another, hysterically trying to wrestle beneath the piping hot water while pinching each other's nipples. Thier large, firm breasts rolled over themselves, their toned stomachs slapped against each other, and their hands uselessly tried to grip the slippery globes of their asses.

Mary and Bo fought with all the pent up sexual rage in their spectacular bodies, but against one another it was a futile, wasted effort to establish dominance. They were too evenly matched, their bodies and spirits too similar. Punches turned to slaps, slaps turned to caresses, and soon the two battling babes were too exhausted to stand, so they simply leaned up against each other, their hot, glistening bodies slowly sliding around on the tiled floor, their erect nipples left as to duel like little swords. They were both panting in exhaustion, crying out in erotic pain as the heat in their bodies overwhelmed their minds. 

"Why . . . why won't you just submit, you little slut?" Mary whimpered, weakly reaching up and giving one of Bo's nipples a little twist.

"Bitch," Bo squeaked, faintly spitting in Mary's face. "You started this when you sent Baba after me."

Mary just made a low, husky moaning sound as she reached down with her other hand and pressed it against Bo's pussy, which she found to be puffy and engorged, her clit sticking out like a little thumb. Bo gasped, little tears forming in her electric blue eyes, and she reacted by pure instinct, leaning in and kissing Mary on the mouth, their tongues briefing fighting for control before surrendering as well. 

"It wasn't entirely my choice," Mary said, breaking the sapphic kiss and continuing to play with Bo's nipples and clit. "Baba must have told you what pressure I'm under. I'm not my own woman anymore. Jack the Giant-killer . . . he owns me . . . he owns my pussy . . . and he takes everything I make. I can't afford competition like you."

"This nasty, dirty, slutty, little world isn't big enough for Little Bo Peep and Mary, Mary, quite Contrary," Bo said, sounding just a little sad. 

"Not with Jack in it as well," Mary shrugged. She stopped playing with Bo's pussy and brought her fingers up to her mouth, licking the sweet nectar of Bo's cunt from them. 

"Well, I guess we'll just have to settle this," Bo said, snuggling up to Mary a little tighter. 

"How?" Mary asked. 

Bo bit her lip and smiled. "Take me to your bedroom."

# 

Deep into the night and long into the morning, Mary's Garden shook with the wild, erotic, almost painful screams of orgasmic climaxing, as two sexual valkyries blissfully murdered each other with violent love. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" Bo squealed as she came again, her sore, beaten-up little pussy squirting all over Mary's breasts and face, sending hot jets of cum sailing up over their heads and then raining back down upon them. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKING FUCK!" Mary screamed as she clawed her own mattress to shreds, her muscle spasms writhing through her like electric eels. Her large breasts bounced painfully on her chest, and her nipples were so erect they could have cut glass. To even touch one was like being electrocuted, so it really fucked her up when Bo would lean over and literally bite down on one of Mary's big red nipples, twisting the prickly flesh between her teeth, sucking on it like a greedy baby desperate for mommy's hot milk.

Bo and Mary had their legs wrapped up in each other like a slutty pretzel, and their pussies slapping against each other angrily. The clits stabbed and poked like little pensises, and again and again they forced each other into an endless series of overlapping orgasms that left them delirious and in tears. The last series of climaxes had been the worst (and best) one yet, and when it was finished the two women were left to exhausted to move or even unravel their interlocked legs. Bo and Mary simply collapsed, whimpering and gasping in a sweaty, tangled mess of tits and legs, the moonlight highlighting the tense curves of their twitching bodies.

A hot, damp, sticky wetness began to seep across the bed from the spot where their pussies were slapped together, and it was so profuse that Mary couldn't tell whether it was just cum or if Bo was literally pissing herself. Mary didn't really care. She was too tired, too fucked up, and way too horny to care about being pissed on by this glorious young slut. In fact, the idea that Bo was peeing on her made Mary giggle.

The door to Mary's room opened, slicing the darkness in half with a beam of light, and cutting across the bed were the women's legs were tangled up. Baba hesitantly walked in carrying a pitcher of wine. He tried to walk lightly, but his titanic size caused the floorboards to creak loudly with every step, and the air whooshed around his colossal muscles. Those sounds alone gave him away, but they were silent compared to the sound of his huge cock slapping against his thighs as he walked. He was only semi-erect, his trunk hanging a heavy eight inches down, and the foreskin peeled back just enough to show the tip of his bulbous, purple-black meatus. 

As soon as he was close enough Mary shot out her hand and snatched his apple-sized testicles, her nails puncturing down. Even as exhausted as she was, she had enough strength left to castrate Baba with her bare fingers. 

"What the fuck do you want, traitor?" Mary hissed.

Baba's deep voice wavered in terror. "Mistress! I'm sorry . . . I . . . I--"

"Hey!" Bo whined in her bratty voice. "I'm your fucking Mistress, remember bitch?" she said, reaching out with her own hand and pinching his leathery foreskin. 

Baba was a hunk of meat caught between two ravenous harpies. His next words would decide his life. "Do . . . would you two like some wine?"

Mary and Bo held on to his gargantun gentials for a moment longer, each wondering if the other was going to castrate him, but neither did. Baba in a way symbolized their stalemate, and until a dominant pimpette could be declared neither woman felt they had the right to decide this bitch's fate. They each let go, and laughed at each other. Bo surprised herself when she kissed Mary on the lips, and then giggled like a shy, horny little teenager. 

Mary kissed her back.

"Pour it over your cock, bitch," Mary said.

Baba did as he was told, and slowly poured the wine onto his rock-hard abs. Most of it spilled down his thighs and splashed onto the ground, but plenty of it ran down the full length of his hot, pulsing fuck-hammer, and into Mary's open mouth. She gulped down the whine like a woman dying of thirst, and hungrily lapped her tongue along the thick length of his cock, licking and slurping up the salty, sex-soaked wine.

Bo joined her, and kissed her puckered lips against the very tip of Baba's thickening member, sucking forcefully at the urethra, getting an equal mixture of wine and pre-cum into her starving mouth.

Mary grabbed his balls again, but instead of ripping them off she massaged them, rolling each cum-stuffed apple around her palm with impeccable technique. Bo grabbed Baba's big black cock near the flanged head, and began to give it long, hard strokes. Within seconds he was pushed to his full size, his erect cock jutting a full, jaw-breaking, womb-busting, virgin-killing thirteen inches from his body. The ebony pillar was so thick that Bo couldn't get her fingers around it, so she had to use both hands to stroke him as she licked out his retreating foreskin.

Mary and Bo's lips kept slipping off of Baba's cock and against each other, and they would take momentary breaks to kiss, tongue-wrestle, and giggle like horny schoolgirls playing with their first penis. Mary hadn't felt this young in years, and Bo had never had a girlfriend like this, one she could respect as an equal rather than a piece of pussy-property to be pimped and punched.

"I . . . oh fuck," Baba moaned, dropping the pitcher of wine on the floor. "Mistresses . . . I"m CUMMING!"

The first blast of thick, chewy cum hit Bo in the eye and plastered her cheek. She pulled back and Mary clamped her mouth down on Baba's erupting head to catch the next few spurts, which filled her mouth even quicker than usual. Her cheeks swelled, she gulped it down, but the gummy cum was too viscous to swallow all at once, so she had to pop off. 

"FUCK! I've never fucking cum like this!" Baba screamed as her continued to blast cum all over Mary's face and hair, caking her under a thick layer of his nut-butter.

Bo took Mary's place and let Baba plunge his cock deep into the throat, pumping his spunk into her stomach and filling her mouth so fast that she gagged on it. She choked, and bubbles of cum erupted from her little nostrils. She came off hacking and coughing, and Mary took her place again, letting Baba's subsided orgasm fill her mouth once again, even as Bo spat up cum all over her face. 

Baba fell on his ass gasping and whimpering like a bitch. He felt emptied but satisfied, his balls nearly imploding from the sudden evacuation of their salty contents. 

Mary and Bo were covered in Baba's black baby butter. It caked their faces, it soaked into their hair, it leaked into their eyes. They looked at each other and laughed, then kissed, and began to lick the sticky cum off of each other's bodies. Bo paid special attention to Mary's erect, stiff nipples, suckling at them like a greedy baby.

As Mary and Bo began to lose themselves in each others' bodies, Baba tried to slink out of the room without being noticed.

"No!" Mary hissed at him. "You sleep on the floor. Like a dog."

Baba grunted in defeat, and feel down on the cold hardwood floor, with nothing but his own body-heat to keep him warm. 

It took Mary and Bo almost a half-hour to clean themselves off, and when the last of the cum was licked off they were left sticky, wet, and blissfully stuck to one another. The direct dose of thick, potent protein was enough to bounce them back from the brink of coma, but they were each too tired to even crawl to the bathroom to shower off, so they just collapsed onto the wet bed, wrapped in each other's legs. 

"Hey Mary," Bo finally said, her voice still tired and hoarse from all the screaming, and her throat still sticky with semen. 

"Yeah," Mary said, reaching down far enough to rub Bo's inner-thigh. 

"I . . . I think I'm in love with you," Bo huskily whispered. 

Mary was quiet for a long time, but only because she felt another little orgasm tickle through her body. "I love you too, baby." 

#

The warm light of the late afternoon sun blanketed the naked, sticky bodies of Bo and Mary as they finally woke up from their long hours of heavenly rest. Bo roused first, and she greeted Mary by kissing her deeply and playfully biting her lips. Mary responded by moaning happily, and then giving Bo a smart slap across her perfect ass. 

The two of them walked over Baba's naked body like it wasn't more than a rug, and they got into the shower together. It took a good while to get the robust stench of cum off of their bodies and wash the cum out of their hair, but the girls had plenty of fun rubbing each other down with slippery oils and aromatic soup, gently teasing one another with pinches and spanks. Their rivalry subsided in the face of their growing lust for one another, but it never completely abated. When Mary spanked Bo's ass, she made sure there was a little bit to it, and when Bo bit down on Mary's nipples, she made sure that the older woman knew how sharp her teeth were. It was their shared lust and intense sensuality that brought them together, but would also forever keep them just a clit's-length apart, since one would never willingly submit to the other, and would also never stop trying to establish dominance. 

The two women didn't bother to towel off as they got out of the shower, instead pacing through the house naked, dripping wet, and covered in soapy bubbles as they talked about making breakfast (or a very early dinner as it was nearly 5pm). The Garden was almost empty since most of the sluts had retreated from the wild screams of the previous night's battle, but a couple remained lingering on couches and chairs, holding ice-packs over their battered pussies and bruised anuses, still recovering from Baba's assault. 

Mary found a particularly large and thick carrot in the kitchen, and was mischievously considering shoving it up Bo's pussy when she heard the front door of the Garden being kicked down. 

CRASH!

"MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY, HOW DOES THIS SHITHOLE GROW!" screamed a familiar, nasally, and bitchy little voice. 

"Oh shit," Mary rolled her eyes. 

"Who is that?" Bo asked, bothered by the interruption. 

The two women strutted into the main hall (still naked and glowing with sexual radiance), and they found four sexy thugs waiting from them. The beautiful blonde twins, Hansel and Gretel, each dressed in their usual super skimpy and super stylish clothes. Hansel had his arm around his sister, and was squeezing her cute little ass quite hard, which was exactly how Gretel liked it. 

Gingerbread Man was there as well, his hulking body naked except for a torn pair of trousers that bulged obscenely where his foot-long cock ran down to his knee. 

Worst of all though was Jill. The flat-chested little tyrant was dressed in a skimpy gothic-lolita dress, the corset so short her nipples nearly showed, and the frilly skirt so short that her little ass was visible whenever she leaned over. Her short black hair had skull ornaments in it, and on her little firsts she wore two huge sets of brass-knuckles studded with spikes. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mary asked, making sure to thrust out her giant tits in Jill's face, reminding the petite girl what a real woman was supposed to look like. "Did kindergarten get out early?"

Jill looked ready to pop a blood vessel. People were supposed to respect her. She was Jack's bottom bitch. 

"I'm 25, you fat old cock-bag!" Jill squealed, her high-pitched little voice sounding like a middle-schooler's. 

"Wow. 25 and you still haven't hit puberty," Mary mocked, swaggering her wide hips, taunting the diminutive debutante with her womanly figure. "Well don't worry, baby, I'm sure your tits will come in one day. I mean, you're chest is as flat as a 12 year old boy's, and your pussy is as tiny and tight as a tick, but I'm sure there is a man out there who would find you more attractive than a REAL woman like me . . . but you know . . . he'd probably be a pedophile." 

There were actually tears in Jill's eyes, and her tiny fists were shaking. There was more rage in her heart than her little body could contain, and just the feeling of it was causing her to breath heavily, as if she had just run a long distance. 

"Jack . . . Jack is going to kill you--"

"No he isn't," Mary interrupted. "He isn't, because he'd rather have a bombshell like me in his arsenal than a little firecracker like you. He isn't, because unlike a pathetic twig such as yourself, my body actually makes money. You're his bottom bitch because he came up with you, he lost his virginity to you. You're his childhood sweetheart. But Jack's all grown up now, brat, and you haven't. You're a pathetic little pet. A toy. I bet he hasn't even fucked out recently. Why would he? There are gay-boys with better pussies than you."

"SHUT UP!" Jill screamed. 

"But it isn't going to matter what Jack wants to do, because I'm about to break his crown," Mary said, those lost words oozing off of her tongue like melted chocolate. 

"What . . .what did you say?" Jill asked in disbelief. "You . . . can't beat Jack."

"Not alone, no. Jack fucked the shit out of me. He broke me. He tamed me. I'll admit that, but I'm not afraid to say that he BARELY beat me. He BARELY won. If there had been two of me . . . well . . . I would have fucked that slut until his dick snapped in half . . . and now there is two of me."

Mary turned to Little Bo Peep and give her a powerful kiss, pushing her giant tits into Bo's gargantuan chest. "What do you say, sister?" Mary asked. "Want to help me conquer this kingdom?"

"Fuck yes," Bo answered, and kissed Mary again. 

Jill was about to hyperventilate she was so insanely, painfully mad.

"KILL THEM!" Jill screamed to the three enforcers. "FUCK THEM TO DEATH!"

Hansel, Gretel, and the Gingerbread Man all charged. 

"The twins are mine," Mary said to Bo. "Think you can handle that big guy?"

"Of course," Bo giggled. "I just love gingerbread."

The fight was on.

#

Little Bo Peep could almost feel the smirk being smacked off her face as she was bum-rushed by the behemoth Gingerbread Man. He charged into her naked body like an offensive lineman, slamming his shoulder into her abdomen, raising her off the ground, and then literally smashing her through the wall. Their bodies exploded into the baths amongst an avalanche of plaster, wallpaper, and broken wood.

Bo was surprised, but she wasn't shocked. She was the kind of bitch who could roll with the punches. As Gingerbread's feet slipped on the hot, wet tiles he fell forward, Bo exploited his unbalance. She quickly shifted position, leaned back, and wrapped her long legs around his bullish neck. Her hands planted on the ground, and she twisted her surprisingly strong and springy body like an expert acrobat. 

SMACK!!!

Gingerbread's huge body flipped through the air and landed hard on the ground, smashing the tiles beneath him to dust. Unlike the crash through the fragile wall, this impact hurt, and what little senses the musclebound freak had were knocked out. 

Bo spun around on top of him, planting her pussy on his face, and reaching back to grab his big, pulsating cock. She snickered evilly as she began to stroke it, inflating the cunt-buster to its full length, all the while grinding her clit over Gingerbread's face. 

"C'mon you big retard," Bo laughed, grinding her hips. "You know how to eat a pussy, don't you?"

Gingerbread groaned and tried to talk, but all he ended up doing was opening his hot mouth and sticking out his thick, powerful tongue. Bo's pussy landed on it like an egg on a hot skillet, and the dominant strumpette squealed happily. Gingerbread's tongue was thicker and harder than most cocks, and it was infinitely more flexible and slippery. Still, the hulking behemoth was not a talented lover, and was not use to being on bottom. 

"Don't worry big boy, your new mommy will show you how to be a good little bitch," Bo said, leaning back and sliding her hand between the rock-hard cheeks of his buttocks. Holding onto his cock for leverage, she leaned back even further, tightening her legs around Ginger's neck, choking him, while her fingers probed for his anus. When she found she punched her fingers in until she found his prostate.

"Tell me stud, have you ever gotten a handjob . . . from the inside?" Bo laughed, and then began to punch his prostate like she wanted to pop it, and her other hand became a blinding blur over his cock. 

Gingerbread tried to scream as his balls suddenly began to boil over with cum, but he couldn't even mumble with Bo's legs wrapped around his neck so tight, and her pussy planted over his mouth like a gag. The litany of muscles in his body bulged to and obscene level, his face grew bright red, and the veins in his neck and head inflated grotesquely. He tried to raise his arms but couldn't, since his own muscles were cramping from lack of oxygen, and for the first time in his life Gingerbread found himself being overpowered by a physically superior being. 

"Cum any time you want baby," Bo huffed, close to her own orgasm, "but you're going to want to cum soon. I'm probably going to snap your neck when I . . . when I . . . when I . . . HOLY SHIT! CUMMING!!!!"




Fairy Tale Fuck Fights 05



Bo screamed beautifully as her perfect body climaxed, and her pussy gushed hot cum into Gingerbread's mouth. The behemoth was cumming as well, with explosive blasts of thick cum jettisoning from his penis like a firehose. The thick ropes of semen flew over Bo's head and rained down on her body, coating her tits and stomach in the salty frosting, and she laughed at the sight of her body being decorated in this monster's defeat. Gingerbread Man always came like horse, busting nuts large enough to fill a bucket, but he had also always been in control. Bo was in control now, and she was pumping him dry, she was punching his prostate through his ass, and she was going to drain him of ever last fucking drop. Gingerbread's fragile little mind was breaking, his brain was sizzling, and if Bo tightened her legs even slightly she'd probably snap his neck. 

"Oh . . . oh boy," Bo said, losing her legs a little and allowing Gingerbread to breathe. She pulled her hand out of his as, but kept her other hand tight to the oozing knob of his cock, polishing it with her palm to keep the butter frothing. His cock was so hard and strained that it felt ready to break in half. "So . . . mmmm . . . tell me stud . . . who owns you? Who's your new mommy."

Gingerbread's little brain spiralled in confusion and post-orgasmic delirium, but somehow he stumbled upon the right answer, the one answer that would stop Bo from snapping his neck and killing him like a mad bull.

"You . . . Little Lamb Lady . . . you own Gingerbread," the beast moaned. 

"That's fucking right," Bo whispered, and kissed him on his forehead. 

#

"Fight back, you old bitch!" Gretel spat in Mary's face. The perky blonde babe was sitting on Mary's chest and mauling her big breasts, twisting her nipples, and smothering her with a rapid series of hot lesbian kisses. While Gretel was taking Mary from the top, her twin brother Hansel was taking Mary from the bottom, and was fucking the beautiful pimpette with his hard, young cock. He had Mary's legs hanging off the bed and was holding her by the ass as he plowed her, all the while watching his twin sister straddle Mary's lovely milk-bags. The twins were an undefeatable team, having lost their virginities to each other, and neither ever having had sex without the other present. They knew each other's bodies, they could sense when the other was approaching orgasm, and when they ganged up on an opponent their two bodies acted as one. 

"OH! SO FUCKING GOOD! FUCK ME!" Mary laughed, laying back and letting the sexy twins ravage her. She was already screaming her way through her third orgasm, and she let it take control. She wasn't resisting, she didn't want to. Hansel may not have had the biggest cock but it was the best, being just the right size to fill her up without stretching her out, and it curved upward at that one magical spot, just past her clit, the spot that made her cum like a broken waterspout. 

Mary was loving Gretel as well, the way the arrogant slut bit and twisted her nipples and kissed her, the way the blistering blonde slapped and yelled at her. Mary would have gladly eaten Gretel's sweet candied pussy if the blonde would just scootch up a little. 

"Fucking loser!" Gretel yelled. "You're supposed to be fighting us, not just taking it like a horny slut!"

Mary rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh . . . oh baby-girl. I've wanted to get fucked by you two for months. Just let me enjoy this a little before I have to break you."

Gretel spat right in Mary's eyes. "Old cow. You can't break me. Only my brother knows my body. You couldn't make me cum if--(gasp)--EEEEEEKKKK!!!"

Gretel suddenly screamed, her slender body tightening up as a sudden, unexpected, and almost painful orgasm punished her. She looked down to see that Mary had wormed her fingers into her panties and up into her cunt, and was tweaking her clit around like the lock on a safe. Gretel couldn't believe it, but even though Mary had only gotten a hold of her clit for a few seconds she was already tweaking orgasms out of her. Gretel was cumming like the inexperienced, cute little 18 year old she had once been, before the Wicked Witch taught her and her brother had to fuck like champions. Gretel had only been able to climax with a few lovers since, specifically her brother and her master, Jack, but Mary seemed to have Gretel on a hair trigger, and was fingering her pussy like a machine gun.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Hansel! Help! EEEEKKK!!!" Gretel squealed as Mary drover her hand wrist-deep into the blonde's tight pussy, the sudden impact knocking her out. Gretel shook, her tits bounced, her tongue stuck out, her eyes rolled up into her skull, and her pussy exploded with a hot gush, and she fell to the floor unconscious. 

"BITCH!" Hansel angrily screamed. "I'm going to fuck you until your hip breaks!"

Mary licked the taste of Gretel off her fingers. "Oh, please do."

Hansel grabbed Mary's tits and squeezed them until the flesh oozed around his fingers like dough, and then he began to piston his cock into the beautiful older woman with powerful, angry, brutal thrusts. He fucked Mary so hard the bed shook, and the headboard began to crack the wall. He fucked Mary so hard that pictures fell off of their hooks, and the windows began to shatter. He fucked Mary so hard that had she been a lesser woman, her hips would have shattered.

But Mary was not a lesser woman. Mary was a fucking Amazon, and although she was enjoying the deep, wonderful pounding that this young stud was giving her, she was never really impressed. She enjoyed the ride, but she never lost control.

Hansel began to grunt, his breathing came in labored huffs. His heart was pounding like a drum, and perspiration dripped profusely from his athletic, Aryan body. Mary opened her mouth and let the sweat fall onto her tongue. It was delicious. Salty and sweet, almost as good as cum. 

"BITCH!" Hansel screamed, his voice breaking like a teenager's. He was fucking her as hard as he could, harder than he had ever fucked his own sister, and Mary was just laying back and enjoying it. Hansel hadn't met a woman he couldn't destroy since the Wicked Witch, and that humiliated him. 

Mary laughed, and let another small orgasm tickle her. "Oh baby-boy. You really are a cutie, but it's going to take nothing less than a big, bad, black beast to really make me cum. Kind of like the one standing right behind you."

"What?" Hansel asked, and then he felt something large looming behind him, something made of hard, hot muscle. 

"Your ass is even cuter than your sister's, bitch," Baba Black Sheep whispered into Hansel's ear as her pushed the bulbous head of his cock against the tight little ring of the boy's anus.

Hansel had just enough time to whimper before Baba plowed up into his ass, stuffing the stud with a foot's worth of black cock. Mary laughed and climaxed again just from the expression on Handel's face. When Baba began to pound Hansel's ass with brutal, back-breaking power, driving him even deeper into Mary's cunt, she finally felt like she was getting the fuckings she deserved.

#

"Jack . . . Jack is going to kill you bitches," Jill whimpered as she tried to back out of the Garden, but Baba's colossal black body blocked the door, and the sight of his hard black cock seemed to terrify the flat-chested little goth girl. It was still sticky from Hansel's ass, and still hard enough to cripple a mare. 

Mary and Bo were strutting around her like hungry lionesses, licking their lips and massaging their breasts, each a little sore from their respective victories. They were both tall women, Bo at six feet, and Mary just a little taller. The five-foot Jill looked like a midget compared to them, hee head barely making it up to their elegant collarbones. 

Jill's knees were shaking. "Don't hurt me . . . if you do Jack will--"

SLAP!

Mary backhanded Jill across the face so hard that the little girl nearly spun around twice. 

"Please," Jill begged, her hand on her swelling mouth. "Please don't--"

THUD!

Bo grabbed Jill by her shoulders and then kneed her in the gut.

Jill slumped down coughing. 

SMACK!

Mary spanked Jill's ass right under her frilly miniskirt. 

CRACK!

Bo fully punched Jill across the mouth. 

RIP!

Mary tore a large shred of the little girl's skirt away. 

SNAP!

Bo wedgied Jill's thong so hard it snapped off her body. 

THUD!

Mary kicked Jill directly in her cunt. Mary's big toe even penetrated.

ZIP!

Bo tore the corset from Jill's body, breaking the zipper. 

"EEEEK!!"

Jill cried out as Mary twisted her tiny pink nipples. 

Jill fell to the floor and tried to crawl away, suffering a cruel kick from Bo to her midsection. Jill crawled to the door even though Baba was standing in her way, and when she got to him Mary grabbed Jill by her short black hair and pulled her to her knees. Jill tried to scream, but the moment she opened her mouth it was stuffed with black cock.

Baba stood still while Mary shook Jill's head back and forth, forcing the little slattern to deepthroat the jaw-breaking weapon, even though it was obvious that Jill couldn't have handled a cock half that size. Jill gagged, choked, and sputtered until spit bubbled in her nose and long strands of drool oozed off her chin. Her eyes went glassy and her limbs started to go limp.

Jill was about to pass out for lack of oxygen when Mary violently pulled her off and flung her to the ground. Jill took a few heavy gulps of air, choking on the spit in her throat, and then Bo literally sat on her. Bo's big, bubble butt landed on Jill's skinny back like a bomb, slamming the little girl to the floor and knocking the wind out of her lungs. Bo reached down, took a hold of Jill's slender legs, and mercilessly pulled them wide apart. 

Jill knew what was coming. 

"No, no, no, no."

Bo leaned back, arching Jill's crotch a few inches off of the ground, and painfully bending her spine at an awkward angle. Jill clenched her teeth, but she knew that this was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

"No, no, no, no, NO!"

Jill felt Baba pushing the ludicrously large head of his cock against her abnormally tight little pussy. Baba slid the cockhead around a little looking for the hole, sliding over it a couple times and missing it. Jill's pussy was simply so small and tight that it was easy to miss. There was no way Baba was going to get his full cock up it . . . but he was going to try. 

Baba found the little pink hole, and he began to push. Jill squeaked as her body stretched open for him, stretching further and further open, and even after she thought it wouldn't stretch any more, it continued to stretch. Jill felt like she was getting fucked by an arm. 

Jill began to blabber incoherently, her body already shivering with painful orgasms. She looked up to see Mary's hot, wet, big pussy hanging above her head. Mary was smiling down at her like a condescending older sister, sadistically amused at the sight of this little girl trying to take on a cock infinitely beyond her league. 

"What's wrong baby? Too big?" Mary asked.

Jill tried to answer, but all that came out was a low, orgasmic groan of bewildered, incoherent pain.

Mary sneered. "Good. You're a pathetic little slut, Jill. You're not even half the woman I am, bitch. Not even HALF!" Mary leaned down and gave Jill a deep, tongue-filled, dominant, humiliating kiss, making sure to push a large amount of spit into the little girl's mouth. When she broke the kiss she spat in Jill's eyes, licked her face, and then whispered right into her ear, 

"Jack sent Jill, up the hill, 

to fuck with Mary's Garden, 

but Jill fell down, Mary fucked her crown, 

and Jack's going to tumble after."

Baba plunged in, and against all laws of nature and physical ability, drove his cock balls-deep into the tiny slut, punching her stomach up into her chest, and breaking her mind. Jill lost all semblance of consciousness at that point, but that didn't stop her three tormentors from using her body in every imaginable and unimaginable way for the next several hours. 

#

Jack the Giant-Killer slowly woke up from an uneasy sleep. His body was hard and sore, as it always was. Whether he was working out in the gym, or breaking some new girl into shape, Jack made sure to push his body to the limits every day. He enjoyed the challenge and the deep, wonderfully aching burn in her muscles, like fire, but it still took a lot of persistence and dedication to maintain his lifestyle, and those were traits that Jack had in spades. 

His room was dark, hot, and damp. The bodies of several exhausted young maidens lay around him in various states of devastation. Most of them were new, girls from kingdoms he had just added to his every growing network, but a couple were old time favorites. At his side, curled up underneath his arm, was Little Miss Muffet, one of his top sluts. She had an ass like a wrecking-ball, and she was one of the few girls who could last more than one night with Jack without needing to go to the hospital.

Little Miss Muffet moaned erotically as Jack let his hands wander over her voluptuous body. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted to see how much she could take before she broke, not that he wouldn't miss her once she was broken, but Jack had always been the kind of boy who broke his toys. He played rough, and there were always new toys to find. 

"Master," a timid little voice interrupted him. It was Goldilocks, one of his newer girls. Goldilocks was a curious little whore, but she was hard to please. Everything was either too big, or too small; too rough, or too soft. Jack was just right though, and Goldilocks knew that he'd beat the shit out of her if she said any different. 

"What is it, babe?" Jack groaned. "Want me to eat hot porridge out of your pussy again?"

"Yes . . . but that's not why I'm here. Master . . . it's Jill . . . she--"

Just then Jill stumbled into the room. Jill was Jack's first pussy, his fist slut, his oldest friend. Frankly he was quite bored with her though. She had never been able to keep up with him, but that didn't mean he wasn't sentimental about his first pussy. 

"Jill?" Jack gasped, a little horrorstuck for the first time in years. 

Jill looked like a zombie. Her hair was dirty and stiff with dried cum. Her lips were cut and bruised. Her right eye was swollen and black. Her nipples had been recently pierced and from them hung painful looked weights. She was gagged, her arms bound behind her back, and her ass and pussy were stuffed with huge, awkwardly shaped dildos. Someone had written something across her chest with lipstick. 

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

And Little Bo Peep as well,

Are gonna' put a cap in Jack's white ass

So ring the funeral bell. 

Jack felt the warm burn in his body grow into a hot, raging fire. His fist squeezed around Muffet's ass so hard that she woke up crying.

"Those . . . fucking . . . SLUTS!" Jack roared. "They're going to find out why bitches call my Jack the Pussy-Killer."