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06-18-2009, 11:10 PM
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Ashlynn Brooke vs Lindsey Strutt: the conclusion
  Lindsey's hands at the back of her head were pushing Ashlynn's chin towards her chest with a great deal of force, putting a great deal of pressure on her neck. Lindsey's toned legs were putting even greater pressure on Ashlynn's midsection. "Give up, bitch!" Lindsey growled, pushing and squeezing, her fit body straining to the limit in an effort to break that of her foe. Realizing that she was in dire straits, but unable to stand even the thought of submitting to her hated rival, Ashlynn heaved and twisted, her arms and legs flailing around. Desperation lending her extra strength, she put everything she had into one titanic effort, letting out a long, loud scream of exertion and anger, and she somehow managed to bring her arms down, breaking the hold. "Fuck!" Lindsey grunted in a flat, emotionless voice. Before she could do anything else, Ashlynn jerked her head back, striking her in the face. Lindsey groaned and recoiled and Ashlynn bucked wildly, breaking free of her scissors as well. Ashlynn tried to wrestle Lindsey down and straddle her, but she struggled defiantly, twisting like an eel. Slipping away, Lindsey pushed up to her knees and knocked Ashlynn down with a well-timed blow. Ashlynn tried to get up again with the same result! Jumping on her, Lindsey reverse-straddled her, then slid backward, planting her naked ass on her face. Wriggling her hips a little, Lindsey settled down into a comfortable seat, the firm, yet pliant flesh of her butt molding itself to Ashlynn's features, forming a tight seal. Deprived of air and faced with losing to her most hated rival in the most humiliating fashion, Ashlynn went berserk, thrashing the shallow water around her to froth as she bucked and kicked; her powerful body heaving in a desperate struggle for air. Lindsey kept her mount, looking focused and grim, knowing she had Ashlynn trapped. She steadily ground her shapely backside hard into her victim's, her taut glistening buttocks clenching, gripping, smothering. Apparently not satisfied with simply cutting off her opponent's air supply, the British-born beauty now fired a few raping punches into Ashlynn's jiggling breasts before grabbing the two supple orbs and mauling them savagely. Spurred on by the pain, Ashlynn struggled even more violently, slapping and punching at Lindsey's torso and hips but Lindsey just grinned, reached down with one hand and then pumping several shots into Ashlynn’s heaving belly! Grabbing the front of Ashlynn's thong and pulling hard, Lindsey gave Ashlynn a front wedgie, pulling and yanking until her thong ripped apart - but not until it caused the thrashing Ashlynn a great deal of pain! Sensing that she was fading, and realizing that unless she did something quickly it was all over for her, Ashlynn fought with all her might, her muscular, now oxygen-starved body working overtime as she tired to throw her tormentor off. Refusing to accept defeat at the hands of the loathsome Strutt bitch, she now reached up, grabbed Lindsey's hair and yanked sideways with everything she had and the immense effort proved enough to topple Lindsey.   "JESUS CHRIST!" Lindsey shrilled, her eyes wide her eyes wide and full of both hatred and panic as she struggled to comprehend how Ashlynn had broken free. She had been sure she had had the bitch all wrapped up and ready to dispose of and seeing Ashlynn struggle up from the surf to face her was a crushing blow. The women squared off, panting and shaking. Both were exhausted and desperate and both knew their next clash would in all probability their last, which was why they wasted no time in closing in, each hell-bent on prevailing over her rival. Then hands clasped, fingers intertwining, they staggered out of the water just beyond the edge of the surf where their tired legs refused to support their weight any longer and they slowly sank to their knees, leaning into each other, their locked hands high overhead, their arms trembling. The test of strength was short and decisive. Ashlynn somehow had more strength left than her rival at this point, her lithe, toned body having somehow fared better through the gruelling battle than Lindsey. Slowly, relentlessly, Ashlynn overwhelmed Lindsey, bending her wrists, pushing into her, forcing her backward. Eyes wide in disbelief at what was transpiring, the pride she took in her sculpted body severely wounded, Lindsey screamed in frustration as she went all-out to regain lost ground. Groaning tensely, baring her teeth, Lindsey strained in a sinew-snapping, tendon-tearing, effort. Panting, her heavy breathing hissing between clenched teeth, Ashlynn leaned into Lindsey, sliding her chest on Lindsey's, putting weight behind her. Ashlynn's large, jutting tits speared Lindsey's battered boobs, thrusting deep until Lindsey groaned again, this time in despair and discomfort. Ashlynn pushed harder, her rack crushing Lindsey's overmatched orbs, flattening them against the chest, and as that happened, Lindsey suddenly let out a wail and toppled over, unable to withstand Ashlynn's late charge. "Yesssss!!" Ashlynn hissed triumphantly as she landed on top of her foe. Wrenching her hands free of the other woman's she grabbed Lindsey's wrists and pinned her arms above her head. Lindsey moaned and struggled, but did not seem to have enough strength to throw Ashlynn off. Pulling Lindsey's arms up Ashlynn spread them out wide and slammed them forcefully to the ground, pinning them again. Ashlynn stretched out on top of Lindsey, her body covering Lindsey's inch per inch, weighing it down. "Can't get up, can you, bitch?" Ashlynn taunted, leering in Lindsey's face as the pinned woman squirmed ineffectually beneath her. Lindsey redoubled her efforts, but she was too spent to make any impression on Ashlynn and remained pinned on her back, gasping and moaning, her fingers curling into claws as she tried in vain to get her arms off the sand and out of Ashlynn's grasp. Lindsey squirmed and twisted, arching her back in attempts to escape, groaning and grunting as she fought with all she had left. Unfortunately, what she had left wasn't much - certainly less than what Ashlynn had! Ashlynn did not believe in miracles. Looking deep into her struggling victim's eyes from inches away, the dominant woman saw fear and hatred gradually giving way to recognition, which in turn was replaced by resignation as Lindsey finally accepted her rival's supremacy. Subjected to enormous tension, her powerfully build, sexy body quivered violently for several seconds...then just quit; collapsing to the sand beneath Ashlynn's taut, sculpted frame. With one last feeble jerk and a choked sob, Lindsey went limp. Ashlynn pushed herself up with a twist of her torso, driving her tits deeper into Lindsey's softer boobs, flattening them, flicking her nipples on Lindsey's beaten nips; drawing a low moan from her! Straightening up, she straddled her, gasping for air and shaking from exhaustion but absolutely ecstatic! It was probably the hardest, painful and grueling battle she'd ever fought, but it was over! She'd won and if she weren't so tired she'd have squealed and jumped for joy! Her win was hard-earned, but the prize was worth it. "Whose going to be the most successful Penthouse model of all time?" Ashlynn growled "You are!" Lindsey stammered. "Good! Anybody here disagrees?" Ashlynn inquired icily, staring around challengingly, even though she realized perfectly well that in her battered, exhausted state she would easily be ripped apart by each and every one of the bitches there. But despite that obvious fact, everywhere Ashlynn looked, she saw all eyes dropping down, not meeting hers. All, except for one pair... "How about YOU?” Ashlynn asked, walking right up to the owner of said pair, staring hard. “You disagree?" "And what if I do?" The fit, athletic blonde stared right back, her green eyes locking with Ashlynn's blue ones, sparks flying. "Well, then I guess I'm just gonna have to make you see things my way!" Ashlynn purred. "Any time you're feelin' up for it, hon!" the blonde replied. They stared into each other's eyes for several moments, then Ashlynn tossed her head and walked to where she had spotted her bikini top. She knew that a challenge to her throne had just been issued and accepted, but she could not care less. All in due time, she said to herself as she put her still intact top on. The bottom part of her swimsuit was a different story, though. That was gone forever. She looked around and saw several towels in the sand. She picked up one and wrapped it around her waist. It was not really her color, but she decided it would do for getting to her car. Predictably, nobody stepped forward to claim ownership of the towel as she started walking away.  
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