And as for who should get the Wonder Woman role, each of them had her thoughts on the matter, and (oddly) their views differed somewhat. Jessica’s opinion, stated in as many words, was that since Wonder Woman was an American heroine, she should be played by an American actress. Old, washed-up English bitches, she maintained, should go back to England and spent what little was left of their natural life in some nice, cozy retirement home. Kate’s opinion, always spoken before a large and interested (predominantly male) audience, was that a role, any role, should be played by someone who could ACT, and also that all American actresses should be drowned in a bucket. Either collectively, or individually; it would make no difference.

The good news for Jessica in this scenario, the sexy London native was always quick to add, was that she, Jessica, was not an actress but merely an American, and as such would get to live. Unless, of course, remembering that one should look both ways before crossing a street proved too much of a challenge for the little trollop’s infantile brain some day.

Each woman would invariably get to hear what the other had said from willing and helpful individuals who would have liked nothing better than to see the two beauties tearing into each other. And since they were both proud, hot-tempered ladies, it was little wonder that their dislike for each other grew steadily with every stinging comment – and subsequent response – one or the other had to make.

This could not go on indefinitely, everybody knew that. It was perfectly clear that if things carried on in the same fashion, there would inevitably come a moment when one woman would decide that she had heard enough talk and that it was time to show that actions did indeed speak louder than words. Ironically, it was a seemingly innocent words, spoken in jest by the movie director Joss Whedon, that forced the transformation of the conflict between the two actresses from verbal into physical.

Asked by a journalist about having to choose between Jessica and Kate, Whedon replied jokingly that he could not really make a choice, and that the women should settle it between themselves. “They should probably just fight it out,” he said. “I’ll take whoever’s left standing!”

Now, it was not that either Jessica or Kate took it seriously. It was just that they needed a reason to fight. Each woman had been wishing to do it for some time. Each was certain she was better than the other and had been dying for a chance to prove it. The director’s statement was the perfect excuse. In a brief phone call, punctuated at equal (and frequent) intervals by jibes and insults, a challenge was made and accepted, and a “date” was set.

A few days later, the two were standing in Kate’s living-room, which had been completely cleared of all furniture especially for the occasion. Both were extremely nervous, realizing fully well what they were about to do and what the possible implications from it could be. At the same time they both wanted this; not only did each one of them want to prove that she was better than the other, but also they both saw in it the chance to eliminate the competition as far as the Wonder Woman part was concerned. The deal was simple: No holds barred fight to the finish with the loser forfeiting the role. Childish? Stupid? Absurd? Go find someone who cares and tell them all about it. So thought Jessica. So thought Kate. They may have had their differences on other matters, but they presented a remarkably united front of this one. Mind your own damn business and let other people take care of theirs.

Not wasting time with any preliminaries, the two quickly got down to business, taking only a brief moment to scan each other as they stood face to face, ready to do battle. They were dressed similarly, with neither woman’s clothing offering any protection, or leaving a lot to the imagination. Kate had on a black bikini, while Jessica was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue and green print shorts and a mesh top that looked pretty much like a couple of eye patches held together by a bunch of strings and was clearly struggling to contain her bountiful breasts.

Their outfits were not the only similar things about the two women. They were nearly identical in height and weight, with the slightly more muscular-looking Jessica appearing to have a bit of an edge where sheer physical strength was concerned. Both were in great shape too, which each of them had clearly displayed in some of her movies: Jessica in Blade: Trinity, and Kate in Underworld and Van Helsing. Having kicked some major vampire ass (even if it was only a pretend ass kicking), now each felt confident that she had what it takes to kick some major bitch ass – confidence that was backed up by victories in several previous fights each woman had been in over the years.

In fact, so convinced was each of them that she would win, that only the day before each had signed a waiver – in the presence of an attorney and witnesses – in which she stated that she was basically giving up all claims to the role of Wonder Woman in all future movie projects. This had been part of their pre-fight arrangements and each one had held on to her document until today. Now the two wavers had been placed together in a corner of the room – well out of the way but in plain sight to both women, each of whom was ready to do just about anything to get her hands on the precious pieces of paper. Obviously both women were well aware that the only way one of them could do that is by beating her rival so badly that the latter would be unwilling – or simply unable – to stop her, and that awareness was now clearly showing on their beautiful but grim faces.

“Last chance, bitch!” Jessica said, trying to goad her foe into attacking and possibly making a mistake. “We both know I’m the better woman, so why don’t you just admit it and let me have that waver and save yourself some pain. You don’t really need to get involved in stupid stunts at your age, do you? You might break a hip or somethin’, and then what are we gonna do?” Jessica was in for a disappointment. The crack she’d just made about the nine years Kate had on her - the only tangible difference between the two, at least on paper - didn’t have the desired effect.

Kate merely smiled. “Not really,” the British beauty replied calmly. “If I let you have the waver, there’s a good chance that you might get that role, and I happen to think roles should go to people with real acting skills. You can’t even act tough… no matter how much you’d like to. Name one movie you’ve been in that hasn’t flopped. And as for you being the better woman – you’ve got that wrong too. You’re not the better woman. You’re not even a woman. You’re just a spoiled little brat that needs a good spanking. And I’ll tell you what,” here Kate lowered her voice to a confidential whisper. “That’s just what I’m going to do now. I’m going to throw you over my knee and I’m going to spank your fat bottom till you cry – something your mum and dad should have done a long time ago.”

“Listen, you fuckin’ English cunt…” Jessica began, but it was as far as she got.

Facing the wall of seemingly unshakable calm, positively insufferable nerve, and polished British accent, the sexy Minnesota native suddenly found herself at a total loss for words and quickly decided not to waste any time in trying to find some. She simply lashed out with her right hand and slapped Kate in the face.

WHAP! The slap was unleashed using all of Jessica’s strength and it was as accurate as it was powerful! It landed on her left cheek and theh totally unprepared Kate’s head was thrown to the side in a cloud of silky, brown hair as she staggered and nearly fall over.

“God, I’ve been wantin’ to do this for you wouldn’t believe how long!” Jessica said, smiling happily; her eyes sparkling.

A fraction of a second later, the smile disappeared from the American woman’s face, the eyes widened in surprise, and a short squeal came out of her mouth, as Kate recovered her balance and sprang forward, slamming into Jessica and taking her down. Once on the floor, two actresses instantly tore into each other, snarling and screaming as they rolled back and forth in a tangle of flailing arms and legs, pulling hair, slapping, punching, scratching and biting.

After several moments of furious struggling, Kate managed to get on top of her foe and tried to straddle her and pin her down. The next moment, she jerked back with a loud shriek, as she got a face full of Jessica’s fingernails, which narrowly missed her eyes. Lying on her back, Jessica got her right knee against Kate’s chest and forced her off. Getting up on their feet, the women faced each other; their adrenaline-flooded bodies shaking with tension and their hearts racing.

Rushing towards her rival, Kate connected with a stinging slap to Jessica’s face and instantly received one in return. Jessica followed the slap with a hard punch to Kate’s jaw and then went after the reeling Brit. Kicking her foe on the right shin, Jessica quickly grabbed the front of Kate’s bikini top and attempted to yank the Englishwoman to one side and trip her. The result was as immediate as it was predictable: not designed to withstand this sort of treatment, Kate’s top simply tore apart in Jessica’s hands and was duly discarded to the floor by the American beauty as the useless rag it now was.

Seemingly unfazed by the loss of what was half of her total clothing, Kate quickly moved forward and managed to hook her fingers around the left half of the front of Jessica’s top, ripping it right off the American woman’s body. She then tried to grab her opponent’s hair, but received a punch from Jessica’s right hand, which struck her under the left eye and sent her back. She was not badly hurt though, and was back on the attack in an instant. Closing the distance between herself and her rival in a single leap, Kate shot out both hands, reaching for the front of her Jessica’s shorts. Even though she was expecting this, Jessica could not react quickly enough and was unable to prevent Kate from grasping the waistband of her shorts and tugging furiously.

As Kate pulled for all she was worth, Jessica got hold of the English beauty’s wrists in an attempt to salvage the only thing left of her outfit, but it was no good. Kate yanked mightily to one side, causing the tiny garment to split halfway down the middle, right at the seam. Screeching with fury, Jessica swung her right arm and delivered a slap to her rival’s left cheek, followed by a punch that landed on almost the exact same spot. Both the slap and the punch hurt Kate, but nowhere near enough to force her to let go. In fact, she now pulled even harder, this time nearly forcing Jessica off balance, and further tearing the latter’s already damaged shorts. It was at that moment that Jessica saw that she could not possibly hope to stop her foe from stripping her, and decided not to waste any more time trying. While Kate had her entire attention focused on Jessica’s shorts, the Minnesota native decided to concentrate on the one thing that was really important – her opponent.

One more pull from Kate and this time Jessica’s shorts were completely torn apart. It happened a lot easier than Kate had expected, and it nearly caused the British babe to fall over, still clutching her rival’s last piece of clothing – now a useless, if interesting, collection of tatters – in her hands. This was the moment Jessica had been waiting for, and now she easily knocked Kate down to the floor with a solid blow to the jaw. Now that she had her foe right where she wanted her, Jessica took no longer than half a second to bend down, grab hold of the other actress’ bikini bottom and rip it off with one quick jerk. Practically at the same time, Kate rolled over the floor in an attempt to put some space between herself and her rival, and managed to get to her feet, just as Jessica was throwing her destroyed bikini bottom down to the floor to join the equally damaged top.

Jessica smirked. Kate snarled. The two women – both of them now stark naked – rushed forward almost simultaneously and their lithe, hard bodies came together with a loud slap before falling to the floor in a heap of limbs. They rolled over each other several times with Jessica ultimately emerging on top and pinning her rival to the floor by sitting on her chest. While Kate bucked and twisted underneath her, Jessica delivered a few heavy slaps to the British beauty’s face, which had the latter squealing and trying to cover up with her arms. Jessica then quickly grabbed Kate’s hair with both hands and slammed her head into the floor. As the back of her head met the parquet with a loud THUMP, Kate let out a sharp cry and grasped Jessica’s wrists in an attempt to prevent her from repeating the move. The attempt failed. Jessica yanked her foe’s head towards her with one quick movement and instantly smashed the back of it into the hard, polished wood drawing another scream from the older woman.

Even with her head spinning from the heavy impact, it was not too difficult for Kate to realize that only a few more of these would be enough to finish her. And she was determined not to allow this to happen. Reaching up with her left hand, she got hold of her rival’s long, flowing locks and started pulling. Jessica groaned, but did not relinquish her grip on her opponent’s hair and now prepared to slam the back of Kate’s head into the floor a third time.

Just as Jessica pulled Kate’s head towards her, ready to smash it down again, Kate shot out her free right hand and grabbed Jessica’s left breast, squeezing it as hard as she could. Jessica screeched in pain and seized Kate’s wrist with both hands, trying to push the Englishwoman’s clawing hand away. It was no good. Snarling angrily, Kate’s gripped her foe’s full, shapely breast even harder, sinking her slender fingers into the pliant flesh like steel hooks and digging her manicured fingernails deep in the skin, while viciously pulling and twisting the tender mound. Shrieking even louder, Jessica now started repeatedly slapping Kate’s face with her right hand, but the slaps failed to make the older woman let go. Instead, Kate yanked hard to the right with both arms, her left hand still tangled in her rival’s long tresses and her right gripping Jessica’s breast. Jessica yelped and toppled over onto her left side, still trying to detach Kate’s hand from her tortured tit.

The moment her opponent’s weight was off her, Kate rose on her knees and quickly forced Jessica onto her belly and straddled her. Pinning Jessica down by sitting on the small of her back, Kate snatched two handfuls of the American beauty’s hair and tugged violently. Jessica groaned as her neck was twisted backwards painfully and reached up with both hands getting hold of Kate’s wrist in an attempt to alleviate the pain in her neck and scalp.

“Fuckin’ little bitch!” Kate growled as she shook Jessica’s head back and forth by the hair, drawing squeals of pain from the younger woman.

Deciding to prove that Jessica was not the only one who could go around bashing people’s heads into the floor, Kate now pulled her prone foe’s head back as far as it would go, and suddenly pushed it forward, banging Jessica’s forehead against the parquet. Groaning loudly, Jessica writhed frantically beneath her tormentor, trying to throw her off. Unfazed by her younger rival’s struggles, Kate now pulled Jessica’s head back again and then gave it another shove. At the very last moment, Jessica managed to place her right forearm between her forehead and the floor, softening the impact and avoiding any serious damage. Still twisting and bucking, the drop-dead gorgeous Minnesota native succeeded in pulling her legs up and getting her knees under her body and then suddenly pushed forward mightily, managing to topple Kate over.

Snarling angrily, Jessica pounced on her foe, pushing the Englishwoman down on her back and flattening her to the floor. Kate immediately picked up her long legs and wrapped them around Jessica’s slim waist, locking her ankles and squeezing hard. Caught in her opponent’s body scissors, Jessica winced as Kate’s strong legs began to compress her midsection. She was still on top though, and now decided to make the most of it by grabbing Kate’s hair with both hands and pulling hard, while squirming back and forth in attempts to free herself from the Brit’s constricting legs. Lying flat on her back underneath her rival, Kate quickly helped herself to two handfuls of Jessica’s dark, silky hair, and began yanking furiously, before suddenly rolling to her right.

Now each girl was lying on one side – Kate on her right, Jessica on her left – with Jessica still having her torso wedged between her rival’s thighs. Snarling and groaning, their breath hissing rapidly in and out between their bared, clenched teeth with their reddened, pain-distorted faces no more than an inch apart, the two beauties struggled furiously on the floor. Their lithe, naked bodies pressing tightly together, their full, firm breasts rubbed and mashed against each other as they writhed and twisted back and forth on the floor, each doing her best to rip as much of her rival’s hair out by the roots. Both had tears in their eyes from the intense hair pulling, but neither seemed willing to be the first one to quit.

One of them appeared to be at a disadvantage, though. While each actress was hurting from the other’s none-too-gentle treatment of her scalp, Jessica also had to deal with the added discomfort of having her midsection being squeezed like a grape between her opponent’s shapely thighs, and she was definitely struggling to cope. She had never imagined that legs that were as slender as Kate’s could possess that much raw power. It felt virtually like her ribs were just about to cave in any second and her internal organs would be squashed to a pulp. Definitely not her idea of fun.

Letting go of her rival’s hair, Jessica now suddenly grabbed Kate’s perky breasts and dug her claws in mercilessly. Kate shrieked and instantly released her body scissors, trying to get away from her foe, at the same time raking her fingernails across Jessica’s eyes. Now it was Jessica’s turn to screech in pain as she jerked backwards, letting go of her opponent’s breasts and covering her eyes with her hands.

Rising up on her knees, Kate pounced on her temporarily blinded rival and punched her on the side of the head, before dropping down on her and trapping her in a tight headlock. Groaning, Jessica began to twist and squirm around trying to break free, but Kate maintained her hold, getting partially on top of her foe and keeping her down on the floor.

“Had enough?” Kate asked now as she used her right hand to snatch a handful of hair at the top of her opponent’s head, while still keeping her left arm wrapped tightly around Jessica’s head and gripping her right wrist with her left hand to get more leverage and make the hold more effective.

Instead of answering, Jessica grabbed her foe’s hair with her right hand and pulled as hard as she could, wrenching Kate’s neck backwards. Kate groaned, but did not release her hold and clamped down on Jessica’s head even harder, drawing a loud moan from the trapped girl.

“Let go, you bitch!” Jessica growled as she dug the sharp fingernails of her right hand somewhere in the vicinity of Kate’s right shoulder-blade and raked them all the way down to the small of the back, at the same time driving the hooked fingers of her other hand in Kate’s face, searching for the eyes.

Kate screamed and relinquished her hold, rolling away from her foe and trying to stand up. She made it to her feet at about the same moment Jessica did and the two wasted little time in picking up right where they left off. Coming forward, Jessica tried to slap Kate in the face, but the latter easily ducked out of the way and drove her right fist in Jessica’s flat belly. The American beauty groaned and bent slightly as she instinctively went to cover the hit area with her hands. Kate instantly lashed out with her right hand, delivering a stinging slap to Jessica’s face and then following up with a swift punch that struck Jessica just under the right eye and nearly knocked her down.

Hurt, but by no means discouraged, Jessica quickly recovered her balance and landed a heavy slap flush on Kate’s left cheek, before lunging forward and trying to knee the Englishwoman in the stomach. Kate avoided her rival’s oncoming knee with a quick sideways twist of her lithe body and almost immediately got hold of Jessica’s hair with one hand and slapped her in the face with the other. Jessica squealed and responded by grabbing two handfuls of Kate’s dark, silky locks and shaking her to and fro viciously. Kate followed suit and soon the room was filled with the two beauties’ cries of both pain and anger as they staggered around cursing and snarling at each other while tugging furiously on each other’s flowing follicles.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Kate finally managed to send her opponent down by suddenly yanking her to one side and tripping her. Jessica crashed heavily to her knees, but she still held on to Kate’s hair with both hands and dragged the sexy London native down with her. On their knees and facing each other, the two actresses continued their hair pulling contest, shaking each other’s back and forth violently, each trying to take the other all the way down to the floor.

SMACK! The slap echoed through the room, followed almost immediately by Kate’s sharp cry of pain as Jessica suddenly untangled her right hand from Kate’s hair and slapped her.

“Bloody whore!” Kate growled, as she in returned the SLAP, causing Jessica to squeal.

The two traded several more slaps while continuing to yank each other’s hair, before a red-faced and somewhat teary-eyed Kate finally decided that this was getting her nowhere and suddenly grabbed both of Jessica’s full breasts, squeezing and pulling. Jessica (whose face was just as red and her eyes – just as tear-filled as her rival’s from all the hair pulling and received slaps), screeched and instantly responded in kind, latching onto Kate’s juicy tits with both hands and digging her talons deep into the pliant flesh, squeezing with all her might.

“AAAAAARRRGGHHH! LEGGO BITCH!!” Now it was Kate’s turn to scream in pain and she did as she gripped her rival’s tits even harder and began twisting and yanking them around while Jessica was doing the same to Kate’s breasts.

Pretty soon, the room was filled with the shrieking of two female voices that got progressively louder as the owners of the voices continued to brutally torture each other’s sensitive breasts. Kate pulled Jessica’s bountiful, firm breasts to her, then suddenly yanked them up as hard as she could, stretching the pliant flesh to its limits and beyond.

“FUCK YOU, YOU BRITISH WHORE!” Jessica screamed hatefully and, sinking her slim fingers even deeper into Kate’s proud, shapely orbs, twisted them viciously in opposite directions, at the same time using her thumbs to push the stiff nipples back and bury them way down into the areola.

Kate wailed in agony and lashed out with her right hand, smacking her rival’s face, hard. Jessica ignored the slap though, and now suddenly switched her grip, pinching Kate’s erect nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and began twisting and pulling them. As her nipples – and the breasts they were attached to – were stretched to an extent Kate would never have believed possible, the British beauty let out a piercing shriek and started slapping Jessica in the face, again and again, in an attempt to make her let go. Instead of letting go, Jessica merely snarled and began tugging on her rival’s tortured nipples even harder, squashing them nearly flat in her pincers-like grip.

Screeching louder than ever, fearing that her nipples would be ripped off her breasts any moment, Kate drew her right fist back and smashed it straight into Jessica’s chin. Jessica let out a low moan and sprawled on her back, her head spinning. Kate instantly pounced on her downed foe, straddling Jessica and grabbing her throat with both hands, squeezing hard.

“Ghhhuulkkh!” Jessica said, in substance, as Kate dug her thumbs into her windpipe, constricting it tightly.

The sexy Minnesota native struggled fiercely beneath her foe, her face turning red from the lack of air, as she squirmed and twisted, arching her back in an effort to somehow wriggle free. Panting harshly, Kate bared her white, even teeth in an angry snarl and gripped her rival’s throat tighter, still sitting firmly on Jessica’s naked chest, using all of her weight to keep the American girl pinned securely to the floor.

Unable to breathe, Jessica thrashed around madly, bucking and kicking, her strong, lithe, glistening body writhing furiously back and forth while she tugged at Kate’s wrists with desperate urgency, trying to prize the older woman’s hands from her throat. That did not work. Kate’s grip was much too strong and, after wasting a few precious seconds in futile attempts to break it, Jessica abandoned the idea and did the only other thing she could think of. She reached up with her right hand and raked her claws across Kate’s eyes.

“AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” Kate as she screeched and flinched, covering her face with both hands. Jessica instantly heaved mightily upwards and succeeded in toppling her opponent to one side. Before Kate could react, Jessica swiftly rose up on her knees and rolled the Englishwoman onto her back, straddling her.

“Choke ME, will you?!” Jessica growled as now it was her turn to get her hands around her rival’s neck and dig her thumbs deep into the soft, vulnerable throat.

Kate made a small gurgling sound and her eyes began to bulge, as now the roles had been reversed all of a sudden and it was she that was lying flat on her back underneath her foe, unable to draw in a breath of air. Her first instinctive reaction was to get hold of the other girl’s wrists and try to push her hands away from her throat, but, just like Jessica before her, she quickly found out that the task was impossible. Jessica had a grip like steel, and her sweat-covered arms were too slippery to get any good purchase on; Kate’s hands just kept on sliding along Jessica’s glistening forearms without any effect whatsoever.

Kate’s next step was a logical one: copying Jessica’s earlier move, she stretched out her right hand, going straight for her opponent’s eyes. Nothing doing. Jessica shook her head violently from side to side, avoiding Kate’s hooked fingers and continued to choke her struggling victim, snarling viciously as she squeezed the older woman’s throat mercilessly. Jerking and twisting, her long, sexy legs flailing wildly, Kate was doing everything she could to free herself and breathe again, but it all seemed in vain. Try as she might she just could not force the other girl to let go of her throat, and Jessica’s weight on her top of her was simply too much for her to be able to throw off.

But Jessica wasn’t wasting her time. Sitting on top of Kate and gripping her throat, she pulled the gorgeous London native sharply toward her, then slammed the back of her head on the parquet floor. THUMP!

“I’ll teach you to choke, bitch!” Jessica hissed as she banged the back of Kate’s head against the floor again.

THUMP! The young American beauty was beside herself with rage. She didn‘t appreciate being choked and was intent on paying her British rival back with interest. Her eyes blazing with fury, her lips drawn of her teeth and her attractive face twisted in a vicious grimace, the Minnesota girl was almost unrecognizable as she maintained her deadly grip on her hated enemy’s throat, seemingly oblivious to all.

Kate, whose own face was now the color of a ripe plum, was continuing to struggle without any success. Bucking frantically underneath her rival, the foxy Englishwoman was now trying to strike Jessica in the back with her knees, but it was doing her no good. Jessica simply ignored the other actress’ knees thudding into her back and now smashed the back of Kate’s head against the floor a third time, harder than ever. Her mind already clouded by the lack of oxygen, Kate was dazed even further by the impact of, but not dazed enough to fail to realize that the situation required some swift actions. Lying on her back between the other woman’s thighs and looking up at her face, she could see the cold, merciless expression in the large hazel eyes and knew fully well that she had to do something quick if she wanted to prevent the little bitch from either strangling her to death, or bashing her brains out, or both.

Sensing unconsciousness approaching, Kate heaved and writhed back and forth like mad, kicking out her legs and slapping and scratching Jessica’s arms, trying desperately to make her let go. Jessica just squeezed harder and now began to smile gleefully as she felt her rival’s struggles beginning to weaken. She knew she was only moments away from victory.

Suddenly, Kate reached up, grabbed Jessica’s naked breasts and squeezed and twisted. The move proved largely ineffectual. True, Jessica sucked in her breath sharply and grimaced in pain, but that was about it; despite her obvious discomfort, the American refused to relinquish her grip. If anything, she pushed her thumbs even deeper into the vulnerable throat of her wildly thrashing, by now purple-faced, rival, whose eyelids began to flutter all of a sudden, with her eyes rolling upwards and her tongue sticking out of her gaping mouth.

Already almost out, Kate now made one last-ditch effort to escape her enemy’s deadly clutches. Driven by instinct rather than by any conscious thought, the London native stretched out both hands and her claws struck into the younger woman’s naked crotch, ripping and tearing with savage fury. Taken completely by surprise, Jessica let out a piercing shriek and literally jumped up in the air as the white-hot pain seared through the most tender area of her body, shooting clearly up to her brain, the intensity of it nearly blinding her. Twisting to her right she landed heavily on the floor and immediately rolled away from Kate, ultimately curling up on her side, holding her groin with both hands and moaning.

Even without her foe’s weight on top of her, Kate still remained flat on her back, massaging her sore throat with her hands and gasping and coughing as she urgently tried to get some oxygen into her tortured lungs. It took her a good few seconds, but eventually she managed to restart her breathing and bring the color of her face down a few shades, from deep purple to a simple crimson. Her expression, as she rose up on her knees and looked at her seemingly incapacitated rival, bode nothing good for Jessica.

Getting to her feet, Kate stepped towards Jessica, who was still moaning on the floor curled up on her right side with her hands between her legs.

“Little bitch!” the haughty British beauty snarled, stomping hard on Jessica’s left hip.

She was just about to repeat the move and had already raised her right foot when Jessica suddenly twisted along the floor, shooting out both her hands. With near-lightning speed, the younger actress grabbed her rival’s left ankle and yanked hard. Her right foot already in the air, Kate had only one way to go when her only supporting leg was suddenly pulled out from under her: down. She hit the floor hard, landing right on her shapely backside and groaning as her firm, bare buttocks met the polished wood with a THUD.

Rising to her knees, Jessica lunged at her rival, crashing heavily into her and bringing both of them down to the floor where they began rolling back and forth. Pulling hair and slapping, they wrestled furiously, lithe, strong bodies heaving and contorting, toned muscles rippling under smooth, sweat-covered skin as each beauty was going all out in an effort to pin the other down. Initially, neither woman was able to gain the upper hand. They seemed completely evenly matched for strength and simply continued trading the top position, neither one managing to keep it for longer than a second or so.

Rolling around in a wriggling, heaving knot of sweaty limbs, they groaned and grunted in pain and effort as they kept on tugging each other’s hair and slapping and clawing each other’s naked bodies. As they rolled over the floor clinging to one another, they constantly squirmed around, each trying to twist her body into a better position and doing everything she could to gain some advantage. Their legs in a tangle, their sweaty, flat bellies constantly rubbed together as they shifted and jerked around in their violent struggle.

After a few seconds, Kate somehow managed to trap Jessica’s legs between her own, but the move failed to secure her any immediate advantage. The only difference it made was that now the front of their pelvises were pressing firmly into each other and both women were now groaning loudly in discomfort as their shaven mounds ground hard against each other with even the slightest movement of their hips. Above that, their hands were busy slapping and scratching every inch of skin on offer, and tugging hard on the opponent’s hair, pulling their upper bodies into closer contact. In between, the two pairs of bare breasts were engaged in a battle of their own, slipping and sliding over each other as the girls’ sweat-soaked chests mashed together, the pliant flesh ballooning and contorting into all kinds of shapes while the stiff, erect nipples flicked against each other and poked tender areola.

With both women giving it their all, the furious struggle went on for quite some time, but in the end, having her legs on the outside of her rival’s helped Kate to finally stay on top of Jessica just long enough so that she could push herself up and straddle the squirming American beauty. While Jessica kicked and twisted beneath her, Kate fired a few quick slaps in her unprotected face. Jessica squealed with each smack, but her determination to fight back did not waver. She was still holding on to Kate’s hair with her left hand and now began to pull as hard as she could, shaking the sexy London native’s head to and fro violently. Kate groaned and slapped her struggling foe’s face again, but Jessica was undeterred. Snarling, the Minnesota girl dug the fingernails of her right hand in Kate’s left breast and clawed furiously. Kate screamed and jerked back, which allowed Jessica to topple her over with one sudden upward heave.

The two naked actresses got to their feet almost simultaneously and faced each other, breathing heavily and shaking all over with tension. At this point they were both tired and hurt, and each one was regretting her decision to get into this fight, having found the going a lot tougher than expected and beginning to doubt whether she could actually handle the situation. Neither was willing to quit; both could see the signed papers in the corner, and each knew what giving up would mean. They both really, really wanted that role and, what’s more, they both had their pride…plus, there was too much hatred between them for either to back out now. Each felt she’d endured too much and had come too far to simply quit and walk away leaving the issue unresolved. It had to be settled right there and then; one way, or another.

They slowly circled each other for a few moments, each trying to catch her breath. Jessica was the first to attack as she leapt towards her foe reaching for her hair with both hands. She was instantly met with a solid blow to her face from Kate’s right hand and reeled back with a low moan. Undaunted, she charged the older woman again, snarling angrily. Kate tried to kick her in the stomach, but could not stop her; Jessica slammed into her rival at full speed and took her down to the floor, where the two once again began rolling over each other, screaming and cursing as they fought fiercely.

Being so equally matched in both weight and determination, the two warring beauties kept hurting one another practically for ages, without any signs of slowing down or quitting on either side, and seemingly with no end in sight. Still, it stood to reason that it could not go on forever and, as evenly poised as the battle appeared to be, it eventually started to become apparent that the longer the fighting continued, the more the odds were favoring one woman.

Strangely enough, that woman’s name was Kate Beckinsale. Despite the fact that she was nine years older and even fractionally more slender-looking than her rival - particularly her upper body, shoulders and arms - the Englishwoman appeared to be the fitter of the two. At least she certainly seemed to have more stamina than the American. Whether it was genetics or conditioning, the fact remained that, despite her athleticism and background in sports (ballet, soccer, yoga), Jessica was running out of steam! She was as determined as ever, but the intensity of her movements was decreasing little by little and it was clear that she was beginning to fade.

Kate apparently had no such problems. The gorgeous London native was obviously in better shape than her opponent – smoking and all – and was starting to take control of the fight. She was tired too, but not as much as Jessica and was now spending a lot more time on top, hurting her opponent every which way she could – pulling hair, slapping and scratching with everything she had. A groaning and squealing Jessica was trying to fight back as much as she could, but did not seem able to respond to Kate’s assault, which appeared to grow more aggressive by the second.

Finally managing to straddle her weakening foe and pin her on her back, Kate began slapping Jessica’s face with both hands. Squirming and kicking beneath the older woman, Jessica reached up with both hands, grabbed Kate’s bare breasts and squeezed. Kate screamed and instantly snatched two handfuls of Jessica’s hair, slamming the back of her head against the floor. Jessica groaned and her grip on her opponent’s breasts loosened. She was still far from finished though, and now shot out her right hand, raking her fingernails across Kate’s eyes. Kate screeched and rolled off of Jessica, rubbing her watering eyes with her palms.

Getting to their feet, the two enraged beauties flung themselves at each other. Ducking under a swinging blow from Jessica’s right hand, Kate drove her right fist low into the American girl’s flat stomach. Jessica grunted and bent forward holding the hit area with both hands. Kate grabbed Jessica by the hair and shook her back and forth viciously. Jessica tried to slap her attacker in the face, but Kate ignored the slap and slammed her right knee in the other actress’ belly. Jessica let out a throaty groan, fell to her knees and doubled over, gasping and coughing.

“Had enough, bitch?” Kate asked menacingly, as she kicked the younger woman on the side of the head. Instead of answering, Jessica rose up on her knees and lunged awkwardly at her rival, trying to tackle her to the floor. Kate swiftly stepped out of the way and kicked Jessica in the side, just as the latter was going past her carried by her own momentum. Already on her way down, Jessica moaned and crashed heavily onto the floor, tits first. Kate immediately stomped hard on her prone opponent’s back and then kicked Jessica in the ribs. Groaning, the Minnesota beauty tried to get up, but only made it to her hands and knees before Kate kicked in the left side sending her down again. “Give up, you little tart, or I’ll beat you till you pass out!” Kate snarled as she kicked her fallen foe once more.

Jessica chose to decline the offer. She was hurt, and she realized fully well that she was losing, but despite that, she was determined not to allow her hated rival to beat her. She made another attempt to get to her feet, but it too ended with her crashing down to the floor after receiving a hard kick to the head. Kate quickly knelt beside her foe, rolled her over onto her back and tried to straddle her. Just as Kate was lowering herself down to sit on her stomach, Jessica jerked her right hand upwards, aiming for the other woman’s crotch.

In her battered, exhausted state, Jessica couldn’t make the blow as hard as she wanted, but even so it was delivered to a very vulnerable area and Kate screamed as she rolled to one side grabbing her groin. She managed to recover quickly, however, and got to her feet, stepping toward Jessica and kicking her again as she was trying to get up. The kick landed flush on Jessica’s right ear and caused her to crash down on her back, screaming and holding the side of her head with both hands. Dazed, somewhat frightened, and in more pain than she had been in at any stage in her young life, Jessica rolled over and, pushing herself up, tried to crawl away from her assailant on her hands and knees. She didn’t get far!

Following her retreating rival, Kate snarled angrily and thrust her right leg forward, the sole of her bare foot slamming right in the middle of Jessica’s left buttock with enough force to send the American beauty sprawling on her belly. “Nowhere to run, bitch!” growled the sexy Englishwoman.

Kate bent down, grabbed Jessica’s left ankle with both hands and heaved mightily. There came a loud, squealing of flesh on wood as Jessica’s naked body was dragged more than a meter over the wood floor. That sound was accompanied by an even louder and almost equally high-pitched scream from the lovely Minnesota native born out of the searing pain caused by the friction between her skin and the polished wood. She was grateful it been only the side of her body that absorbed the punishment. She didn’t want to think what it would’ve felt like had not managed to twist her torso just in time, and her naked breasts had been dragged over the parquet! A fraction of a second later, Jessica had completed the roll and, flat on her back with her left ankle in Kate’s hands, kicked out blindly with her free right foot while letting out a loud groan of both anger and desperation.

Jessica’s heel smashed into the slit of Kate’s glistening, hairless mound and the British babe’s eyes shot wide as she dropped to her knees, giving a throaty, hoarse cry as her face contorted in agony and she clapped her hands to her throbbing crotch. Rising swiftly to her knees, Jessica threw a hard right that clipped the side of Kate’s head and sent the English lass sprawling on her back. Jessica stood up and stomped down on Kate’s stomach! Groaning, Kate writhed on the floor, crabbing backward trying to put as much distance between herself and Jessica as possible before she scrambled to her feet, her shoulders hunched over, still dazed from the hard punch.

Jessica quickly stepped forward and viciously backhanded Kate and the force of the blow torqued Kate’s head to the right and turned her whole body almost completely around. Before Kate could turn back to face her, Jessica moved in and wrapped her right arm around the older woman’s throat from behind. Kate immediately reached up to get hold of Jessica’s forearm and pull it away…but she failed!

Jessica grasped her own right wrist in her left hand, locking the hold in place and using the combined strength of both arms to apply maximum pressure. Seeing she could’t break Jess’s hold, Kate tried to lean forward and flip her over her shoulder, but it was already too late! Jessica yanked back, bending Kate’s body towards her, then letting herself fall flat on her back, pulling Kate down on top of her.

Jessica kept her arm clamped tightly around the British beauty’s neck and Kate knew she was in real trouble! With Jessica’s strong arm constricting her windpipe, she couldn’t breathe as she struggled desperately to free herself. Lying on her back on top of Jessica, the lovely London native squirmed and bucked furiously, her face growing redder and redder as she vainly pulled and scratched the arm about her throat that deprived her of air. Arching her back, Kate’s lithe, glistening, body twisting back and forth while she kept kicking her long legs, literally launching the lower half of her body up into the air an effort to break Jessica’s torturous grip.

It took a few seconds of fruitless writhing and wriggling before Kate came to terms with her inability to escape Jessica’s clutches. Correctly figuring she needed to do something else before it was too late, she reached up over her right shoulder with her right hand and snatched a handful of Jessica’s silky locks, then began pulling as hard as she could. Jessica growled and tightened her choke even more bit as her face started to purple, Kate planted her feet firmly on the floor and started bridging, repeatedly slamming her shapely ass down on Jessica’s pelvis in the hopes of forcing her to release her hold.

Jessica let out a growl, then suddenly wrapped her legs tight around Kate’s slim waist, locked her ankles and squeezed with all her might. “Gotcha now, you fuckin’ bitch!” she panted; triumph apparent in her voice as she steadily tightened the double grip on her trapped foe.

Finding herself further ensnared by her rival and having to deal with the added pain of Jessica’s strong legs compressing her midsection, Kate went berserk. Her full, firm, sweat-drenched breasts shook and bounced wildly on her naked chest as she jerked and twisted frantically on top of her captor, her arms and legs flailing wildly in her frantic attempts to free herself and breathe again.

Jessica was unfazed by Kate’s violent struggles. She was on the verge of winning; she had Kate right where she wanted her; she was well aware it was only a matter of seconds before Kate was completely out. Hoping to speed up the process, she now bared her teeth and groaned in effort as she put everything she had into the hold, her arm nearly crushing the trapped Englishwoman’s windpipe.

A tiny gurgling sound escaped from somewhere at the back of Kate’s constricted throat. Her eyes bulged; her tongue protruded from her gaping mouth; her oxygen-starved body contorted violently back and forth; her legs kicked in all directions; she desperately clawed Jessica’s arm trying to force it away from her throat. It was no use!

Gasping and puffing, Jessica held on with grim determination; hell-bent on finishing off her trapped foe. Sensing victory, she rolled over on top of Kate, using her weight to subdue the wildly thrashing Brit babe. Pinned face down under Jessica’s weight, Kate still struggled although it was obvious she was fading. Her movements were becoming weaker, uncoordinated with each passing second, and soon were nothing more than convulsions as oxygen-deprivation took its toll and her body began to shut down.

Seeing her Wonder Woman dream slipping away and facing the unsavory prospect of a painful and humiliating defeat, Kate fought with everything she had just to remain conscious. She tried elbowing Jessica’s ribs and achieved nothing, then reached up and back with her right hand and grabbed Jessica’s hair, pulling with rapidly disappearing strength. Jessica snarled and sank her teeth into the back of Kate’s right shoulder, refusing to relinquish her hold.

Kate reached down behind her with her left hand and, after blindly groping Jessica’s left hip and buttock, suddenly slid three of her fingers into the American’s exposed sex. Jessica let out a surprised squeal and jerked to the side - too late! Using all her remaining mental and physical energy, Kate unmercifully dug her manicured fingernails into the soft, pink walls of Jessica’s womanhood, then yanked sharply to the side, stretching the delicate folds of Jessica’s labia in a way her gynecologist would have warned against. Jessica, who up until then point had been certain of the total unassailability of her position and who believed her foe was already beaten, was caught completely off-guard by Kate’s “sneak” attack and was unprepared to deal with it.

Letting out a howl of agony, Jessica grabbed Kate’s wrist in both hands, trying to force her clawing fingers away from their vulnerable target while at the same time rolling away from the London native. Jessica’s chokehold and any thought of victory forgotten. Once they were apart, it took Jessica a moment to get back to full attack mode; her now almost blinding rage helping her fight thru the pain as quickly as she’d been overwhelmed by it.

While Kate was still lying face down on the floor, gasping and coughing as she fought for air, the American beauty sprang to her feet in an instant and went straight for her British rival with tears and murder in her eyes. Screaming furiously, Jessica kicked Kate in the ribs, as hard as she could, and then stomped on her neck. Kate groaned and tried to get up, but only managed to make it to her knees before Jessica stepped closer to her, shoved her back to the floor and dove on her.

Groaning and grunting, the two naked actresses resumed their fierce battle on the floor and, within seconds, it became apparent the tables had turned and Kate no longer held the upper hand. A prolonged period without air, and the titanic struggle she’d waged to escape the choke hold, had taken a toll on the lovely Londoner. Now, she had nothing left. As tired and as out of breath as Jessica was by this point in the fight, her conditioning was three times better than Kate’s and it didn’t take long for Jessica to profit as she began to take control of the fight.

Rolling Kate onto her back, Jessica straddled the Englishwoman and delivered a succession of SLAPs. Squealing, Kate reached up with both hands and tried to grab Jessica’s hair but she quickly slapped Kate’s arms aside and drove her fist into the older woman’s face. Jessica was aiming for her nose, but missed when Kate twisted her head to the side. Jessica’s fist slammed into the side of Kate’s face and she screamed, but almost immediately reacted by lashing out with her right hand and raking the Minnesota beauty’s eyes. Jessica let out a screech and flinch, allowing Kate to throw her off with a sudden heave to one side.

Jessica made it to her feet just a fraction before her rival and, moving forward swiftly, she swung and connected with a heavy SLAP just as the London native was picking herself up. Kate groaned and staggered to one side, managing to recover her balance after a couple of steps. She tried to backhand Jessica as the latter came at her, but Jessica ducked under her arm and, straightening up, punching Kate square on the jaw.

Kate went reeling, struggling to remain on her feet as Jessica came in close and delivered another SLAP. Groaning, Kate lashed out with her right hand to return the slap, but she wasn’t quick enough and Jessica caught her wrist in mid air, then almost at the same time, slammed her knee up into the older woman’s belly. “WHOOF!”

Still holding Kate’s right wrist, Jessica spun the sexy Englishwoman around with a sudden tug and tried to twist her arm behind her back. Kate jerked her arm backward as the point of her elbow drilled the nipple of Jessica’s left breast. As her stiff, erect nipple was driven straight back into her heart - at least that’s how it felt - the Minnesota babe yelped and staggered back clutching her breast and grimacing.

Turning around, Kate grabbed Jessica’s hair, pulling furiously and shaking the younger woman’s head back and forth. The pained expression on Jessica’s face and was replaced by one of pure anger a fraction of a second before she brought her right hand up and drove her fist up under Kate’s chin!

Kate let out a low moan and staggered back, losing her grip on Jessica’s hair. Her breast still throbbing painfully, Jessica went after Kate intent on payback! She grasped Kate’s naked breasts with both hands, squeezing and twisting. Despite Jessica’s worst intentions, her attack failed to cause the pain she’d hoped for. There was too much sweat for the American’s grip to be effective and Kate’s slippery orbs popped right out of Jessica’s slippery hands almost immediately.

Kate backed away from her attacker but her respite proved brief as Jessica closed in again and slammed her right fist into Kate’s left breast, flattening it against the ribcage. Kate squealed and responded with a SLAP that Jessica ignored as she again drove her fist SMACK into the older woman’s left breast. Kate cried out and hop-stepped back holding her breast with both hands.

Seeing Kate’s face was unprotected, Jessica sent two heavy SLAPs - one to each cheek - then closed and grabbed Kate’s hair, violently shaking her head with one hand, while SMACK slapping her with the other! Groaning, Kate punched Jessica in the stomach, but the blow was weak and only served to even further enrage Jessica, who drove her right knee low to Kate’s flat belly. Kate let out another groan as she bent double, clutching at her stomach.

“Goddam' bitch!” Jessica growled as she swiftly moved to Kate’s right side and once again lifted her knee, this time slamming it into the Brit’s right breast. Kate screamed and her body straightened up as she reeled backwards. Jessica followed her and knocked her down with a well-timed left to the jaw. “Had enough?” Jessica asked as Kat struggled to get up.

Kate couldn’t answer; she was badly hurt and almost completely exhausted. But although she was getting slaughtered, she was still determined not to surrender. Promising herself she’d die before she conceded, she climbed slowly to her feet and lashed out with her right foot toward Jessica’s belly. It was a weak, clumsy attempt; one that Jessica easily blocked, then stepped close; her right hand sweeping swiftly and smoothly up and driving into her favorite target - Kate’s breasts! This time, however, instead of a punch, she opted for an open hand strike. Her right palm slammed into the underside of Kate’s left breast with a near-deafening SMACK, sending the shapely mound of sweat-covered, pliant flesh jutting sharply upward; jiggling and quivering before settling back to its original bulbous form.

Screaming in pain, Kate stutter-stepped back, holding the jiggling breast in her hands. Jessica followed with two SLAPs to the face, snarling angrily as she delivered them with enough force to make Kate stagger. Squealing in pain, Kate put her hands over her face to protect it…so the American went for her exposed breasts again; first punching the left, then grabbing both, then raking her fingernails down their sloping tops.

Screeching louder than ever, her eyes full of tears, Kate decided her best option would be to fight fire with fire. She reached for her attacker’s breasts with both hands but Jessica’s counter was both simple and effective; she simply put her own hands in the path of her rival’s and their fingers met in mid-air, then interlocked tightly. A test of strength followed that was surprisingly brief.

Jessica simply had more strength left than the exhausted Kate and was quickly able to bend Kate’s fingers and wrists back as she drove the English beauty back step-by-step until Kate’s back was pressed against the wall. Jessica applied more pressure, forcing Kate’s arms down until her hands were at her sides still trapped in her opponent’s strong grip, with her fingers and wrists bent back close to the point of breaking. The excruciating pain forced a long sob from the older woman as her knees sagged a little, negating her slight height advantage which brought the Englishwoman’s perky breasts level with Jessica’s fuller, heavier set.

As soon as this happened, Jessica moved forward, slamming her naked body against Kate’s, keeping her pinned to the wall. Their sweaty, heaving chests pressed together, the two girls’ shapely, firm breasts ground into each other vying for dominance. The transatlantic tit war was intense - but all too brief! Almost immediately, Jessica’s breasts crushed Kate’s already battered boobs, overwhelming them and forcing them to fold inward upon themselves. Kate groaned in frustration as her proud breasts were flattened against her chest, then began to mushroom out around Jessica’s bigger - but obviously firmer - tits! Jessica’s erect, rock-hard nipples had found Kate’s longer ones - and defeated them with ease; bending them upward before burying them deep in her areola.

“Well, those are efinitely NOT Wonder Woman material, grandma,” Jessica jibed once her mammary superiority had been established. “Titties much too tiny and weak! Let me show you what a real Wonder Woman’s breasts can do!”

Smiling evilly, Jessica leaned backward from the waist with her fingers intertwined with Kate’s. Once she had enough space between their bodies, she thrust her chest forward while at the same time pulling Kate sharply into her. Four sweat-glistening breasts came together with a loud SPLAT!

Kate groaned as Jessica’s bigger, stronger breasts again crushed hers. Jessica smiled again and repeated the move, drawing another pained moan from the London native. Liking the sound (and feel) Jessica decided the opportunity was too good to miss and went for it again full throttle, determined to really punish her rival. Time and again Jessica slammed her chest into Kate’s; the American beauty’s firm, young breasts bulging as they bashed her English rival’s flat time and again, squashing them and then grinding them down mercilessly.

Pinned back against the wall, Kate was desperately trying to find a way out of her predicament, but was too exhausted and didn’t have the strength to push Jessica off. She was suffering greatly from the relentless assault on her precious assets and wasn’t at all shy about voicing her feelings - but her moans of pain were being almost totally drowned out by Jessica’s short, loud screams of anger and the even louder SLAP-SLAP each time the four bare breasts collided violently.

Finally deciding that Kate’s breasts had suffered enough, Jessica pulled her hands from Kate’s and, backing up a step, slapped her twice, THWAP-WAP, then “WOOOF!” punched her in the belly. As Kate doubled up breathlessly, Jessica grabbed her hair and yanked, whirling her around and sending her careening to the middle of the room.

Kate was just about done! She could barely stand up; dripping with sweat; her naked body covered with various scratches and welts from Jessica’s fingernails. She wobbled unsteadily, wheezing and gasping for air with a dazed look in her eyes,. Her once-proud tits hung low on her heaving, glistening, chest as if in abject surrender after being battered and ground down into submission by Jessica’s superior orbs!

Jessica’s physical condition was little better, but she was winning, and that gave her the strength to cope with the pain and fatigue. Stepping up to Kate, she drove her right fist deep in the British beauty’s belly. Kate gave a low groan as she sank to her knees, her overtaxed legs no longer able to support her.

“Fuckin’ cunt!” Jessica grunted as she kicked Kate in the chest. Kate landed on her back and Jessica quickly straddled her, grasped her wrists, and bore down. Desperate to avoid the indignity of being pinned, Kate struggled furiously, screaming with rage as she squirmed and wriggled; her legs kicking wildly, beneath Jessica, using everything she had left to prolong the contest. Jessica was almost unseated by Kate’s initial, unexpected, burst of energy, but she squeezed her thighs tight and managed to ride out the storm and stay on top. Then she summoned her remaining strength in an effort to push Kate’s opponent’s arms down and get her under control.

For several long moments, the two sexy, naked women strained against one another, each determined to triumph over the opposition. Both recognized this for exactly what it was; the perfect opportunity to finally settle all issues between them - once and for all. Its outcome meant a lot more to them than a mere movie role, or popular opinion, or ratings. This was about pride; proving one’s supremacy over a hated rival; and it was all real! Just the two of them, woman to woman, in the ultimate battle for dominance – a battle neither intended to lose.

But determined as they were, it was Jessica who had the upper hand; literally! Being on top, the American could use her weight to hold Kate’s arms down. If that weren’t enough, she had more strength in her thicker, more developed arms and shoulders. Slowly, relentlessly, Jessica overwhelmed Kate, forcing her arms closer and closer to the floor. Bucking and twisting, Kate did her best to resist, but she was simply oo worn out. Inch by inch, the gorgeous Londoner’s arms gave way, until they were no more than an inch off the floor.

“Nnooo!” a wildly struggling Kate moaned, grunting and gasping and nearly sobbing in despair and impotent rage a she felt herself overwhelmed by her rival. “No!” She repeated,, straining every fiber in her slim, toned, body against Jessica’s weight bearing down on her. “I won’t…can’t…let you…you…you’ll never…beat me!”

“Guess what, bitch?” Jessica growled, showing her white, even teeth in a wolfish smile. “I already HAVE!”

Two large, glistening breasts heaved up majestically with a deep, sharp intake of air, swaying lazily back and forth several times, sweat dripping from their erect pink nipples as, feeling supremely confident; with adrenaline coursing through her young, powerful body; the sexy American actress bore down with all her might. Muscles rippled briefly beneath smooth skin as two strong arms and shoulders strained in a massive burst of strength.

Kate had time for only one short scream of frustration and fear, then all her strength was gone from the Englishwoman’s body and her arms were slammed down; her wrists level with her ears. Panting, Jessica grinned in triumph as she scooted up and used her knees to pin Kate’s arms. Kate squealed, thrashed and squirmed, but she was well and truly trapped.

Pushing her sweat-matted hair off her face with a trembling hand, Jessica looked down at her conquered foe. Too exhausted to continue struggling, Kate finally lay still, her gaping mouth sucking air noisily as she stared up at Jessica with an odd mixture of despair, hatred and defiance…the moment Jessica had been dreaming of for a very long time!

“You picked the wrong girl to mess with, slut!” the sexy Minnesota native said, and immediately proved it by unleashing a flurry of hard slaps to her helpless rival’s face.

Unable to either get away or defend herself, Kate could only moan and wriggle weakly under Jessica as she punished her mercilessly. Kate was still unwilling to submit, but it was obvious that unless something changed soon, her alternative to surrender would be to have her beautiful face beaten to a pulp.

Jessica was having the time of her life! This was her chance to finally deal with her loathsome rival exactly as she’d always wanted to, and she intended to make the most of it. She continued to pound away, grunting and snarling with the effort; her full, firm, sweaty, breasts rocking and swaying back and forth as she lashed out with both hands, again and again. Each hand found its immobile target; the heavy SLAP-SLAP landing squarely on Kate’s cheeks; rocking her head from shoulder to shoulder like a rag doll’s.

When Jessica finally stopped slapping and just sat on her struggling to catch her breath, Kate’s entire face had been turned the brightest, and the most beautiful, shade of crimson Jessica had ever seen - definitely her new favorite color, she thought as she looked gleefully down and amired her handiwork.

“You ready to give up now, or do you want more?” Jessica asked between gulps of air as she stared into the eyes of her pinned adversary.

Although clearly beaten, Kate could not - would not - give up!. Her fierce pride wouldn’t allow her to submit to her most hated rival. She continued to struggle, snarling and cursing. At first, Jessica seemed amused by Kate’s ineffectual squirming, but the mocking little smile that initially twisted her lips disappeared quickly when Kate - somehow - managed to pull a hand free and sank her fingernails into Jessica’s pendulous left breast. Squealing, the young woman grabbed Kate’s wrist and twisted, pushing her clawing hand away.

“You want my tits, bitch? Fine; you got ’em, baby!” Jessica snarled. She suddenly leaned forward, dropping her sweaty breasts right onto the other woman’s face, and then quickly wrapped both arms around Kate’s head, keeping it firmly in place. Flat on her back, with her face completely covered by the hot, supple flesh of Jessica’s full breasts, Kate couldn’t breathe as she struggled, twisting and kicking in her attempts to somehow open her sealed breathing passages.

Kate couldn’t do it; she was too worn out to force Jessica off of her and she could only buck feebly and sweep the floor with her legs while tugging ineffectually at Jessica’s hair; swatting ineffectually the American’s taut, glistening back with both hands. Jessica ignored Kate’s pathetic efforts as she continued laying on top of the helpless English actress, flattening her to the floor and smothering her with her bare breasts.

Just before Kate had passed out from lack of oxygen, Jessica lifted her breasts, allowing Kate a breath. “You like that, you English slut? You want some more?” Jessica growled as she arched her back and propped herself on her braced arms, her juicy tits jiggling above Kate’s flushed face; stinging droplets of her sweat dripping from her erect nipples into Kate’s eyes and burning them.

“Up yours, bitch!” came Kate’s strangled reply.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say! Jessica’s arms again clamped tight around Kate’s head and the sexy Englishwoman once more found her red face jammed deep in Jessica’s ample cleavage; her nose and mouth sealed by the Minnesota beauty’s supple, sweaty, tit flesh. This time, it proved to be even worse than before.

Even though she knew she had clearly won the fight, Jessica wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to hear Kate admit defeat and beg for mercy. And she was determined to do it before she herself passed of from exhaustion. Managing to work her right leg between Kate’s, Jessica repeatedly hammered her knee into Kate’s defenseless pussy as she continued to suffocate the hapless London native.

Kate couldn’t take any more. And it wasn’t Jessica’s knee pounding her vulnerable womanhood that did it Although the pain in her tender crotch was excruciating, she was no wimp and probably could’ve withstood it…no, it was the lack of air she found to be pure agony – both physical and mental. Being unable to get air into her lungs – at a stage where her body’s need for it was greater than ever – not only hurt Kate, but scared, and eventually broke, her!

Pride or no pride – Kate had to breathe. “Stop,” she groaned when Jessica lifted her breasts off her face again. Kate sucked in a breath of air and pleaded, “Please… I give up…y…you win…let me go…please?”

Smiling gleefully, Jessica slowly rubbed her juicy, sweat-soaked tits on Kate’s face for several seconds, and then stuffed the right one in the beaten model’s mouth, testing her new dominance of the sexy Englishwoman. Kate stirred slightly. With almost her entire vulnerable breast stuffed between her rival’s strong teeth, Jessica tensed up and held her breath for a second - but she needn’t have worried. Kate didn’t bite!

With both her body and her will broken, it was obvious the beaten British beauty would acknowledge the superiority of her young rival without further resistance. Jessica now slid back, grabbed Kate’s writs and pinned her arms above her head, trapping the older woman in a Full Body Press. The American’s younger, stronger, tits began crushing and flattening the Englishwoman’s beaten boobs, completely covering and smothering them. Savoring the moment, enjoying the sensation of her defeated rival’s warm, soft, body limp beneath hers, Jessica suddenly bent down and mashed her lips on Kate’s; forcing her tongue down the pinned woman’s throat.

Kate’s body stiffened; she gave a muffled moan of protest, but that was all. Neither the strength, nor the will, to resist and the younger American had her way with her conquered rival’s beautiful face. Kissing the supine British beauty roughly for a few seconds before she lifted her head and looked straight into Kate’s eyes.

“You sure can put up a mean fight, grandma, I’ll give you that!” the Minnesota native said, still holding her vanquished foe securely pinned. “Not bad...for a woman your age, that is. You can take it too; your only problem is you’re not too bright - you picked a fight with someone you never stood a chance against. And you will NEVER stand a chance against me because, to put it simply, I’m younger, stronger, hotter, and just… BETTER than you. But I guess you know that now, don’t you?” Smiling gleefully after delivering this last jibe, Jessica finally got off of her thoroughly thrashed and humbled foe, contemptuously brushing her triumphant tits on Kate’s face one final time before getting to her feet.

“And one more thing,” the victorious woman continued, after pausing to catch her breath, “Next time you try to mess with me, I’ll rip your fuckin’ tits off!” She planted her right heel on the nipple of Kate’s right breast and pressed down, twisting her foot back and forth, grinding her heel in. Flat on her back, Kate squealed as her already abused tit was mashed and ground flat by the other woman’s heel. Reacting instinctively, Kate dug the fingernails of both hands in Jessica’s right ankle until Jessica, cursing, yanked her foot from her victim’s grip. “So, you want more, huh!” the lovely Minnesota native growled angrily.

Standing with one foot on either side of her fallen foe’s head, and facing Kate’s feet, Jessica quickly dropped down to her knees, and then shifted her weight backwards and lowered her body so that she simply sat right on Kate’s face. Caught completely unawares by the move, Kate managed only a short, panicky squeak before her nose and mouth disappeared up the crack of the other woman’s naked, sweaty ass. Within less than a second, the front part of Kate’s face had fitted snugly between the two firm, slick globes of Jessica’s shapely backside and the British beauty again found herself unable to breathe.

“Let’s see you scratch NOW, bitch!” Jessica snarled, as she swiftly grasped Kate’s wrists, immobilizing her arms.
Desperate for air, Kate twisted and squirmed beneath her foe, arching her back and kicking wildly in all directions, but it was all in vain. She was much too weakened to be able to escape, and despite all her efforts, she remained on her back with her head pinned to the floor and her face buried beneath her rival’s well-rounded derriere. Knowing that Kate could not possibly last much longer without breathing, Jessica began to wriggle her hips around, grinding her ass hard into the Brit’s face, determined to smother her out.

“Havin’ fun down there, slut?” The young American actress growled, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the other woman’s face beneath her sculpted backside, as she clenched and humped and clenched and humped, utilizing the full potential of her taut, glistening buttocks to finish off her helpless foe.

Kate’s lithe, slim body jerked spasmodically, her long legs thrashing around as she fought for oxygen. She somehow managed to wrench her arms free from her opponent’s grasp, but it was already too late; she was almost unconscious by now and could only slap and claw weakly at Jessica’s sweaty hips and sides without any result. It was not very long before her arms fell limply to the floor, and after a few more spasms and twitches, she suddenly shuddered and lay limp, smothered into unconsciousness by the younger woman’s naked ass.

Panting harshly, Jessica remained sitting on her rival’s face for a couple of seconds, just to make sure Kate wasn’t faking it, and then slowly stood up, looking down at the beaten actress, her chest swelling with pride. It had been the hardest-fought battle she had ever been in, but in the end she had prevailed. As unexpectedly tough and strong Kate had turned out to be, she had still managed to conquer the sexy Englishwoman.

Having accomplished what she had come here to do, Jessica now felt that it was time for her to get out. Finding the bathroom, she took a quick shower, and then came back into the living-room. She had just finished dressing up when she suddenly remembered the waivers lying in a corner of the room. Walking over, she picked up the two valuable documents she had fought so hard to earn. Taking a lighter out of her purse, she set fire to the one that she had signed and dropped it in the fireplace where she watched it burn, before crushing the charred remnants to ashes. She put the lighter back in her purse together with the waiver signed by Kate - which ensured she was out of the running for the role.

Of course Jessica knew that meant nothing. There were plenty of other actresses up for that part and she knew full well that just because Kate wouldn’t get the part it didn’t mean it would automatically be hers! But for now she couldn’t care less about that. She felt great! No matter what happened with the movie, at least Jessica had the satisfaction of having thoroughly thrashed Kate Beckinsale and proven she was a better woman than this British brunette.

Just as Jessica was about to leave, Kate started to come around, moaning as she stirred.

“Mornin’, bitch!” Jessica chirped cheerfully. “Sleep well?”Blinking, Kate looked around in confusion, still trying to figure out where she was and what had happened to her. Then it all came back to her and her eyes darted toward the corner where the waivers had been laying. “Uh-uh!” Jessica said, wagging her finger ‘no’ and patting her purse. “Those belong to me now - just like your sorry ass.”

Kate tried to get up, but she was just too exhausted and hurt and after several futile attempts to rise, she just slumped back to the floor, her eyes full of despair as she tried (and failed) to fight back her tears.

“It’s OK to cry,” Jessica chuckled. Adding with a cruel smile twisted her full lips, “I mean, another woman just came into your house, beat you into submission and sat on your face till you passed out; all of which cost you a role in a movie. I’d say that’s a good reason to be cryin’! Still,” she added. “All’s not lost.” Jessica continued after a brief pause to let the jibe sink in, “You may not get to play Wonder Woman, but you can always dress up as her on Halloween again. I’m not gonna stop you! Though, if you ask me, you should probably save the money for a costume, dress exactly like you’re dressed now and go as what you are, Beaten Woman!”

Laughing harshly, Jessica Biel opened the door and walked out with her head held high, leaving a totally denuded, defeated, and disgraced Kate Beckinsale lying in the middle of her own living-room.