12 Days of Domming: Charlotte vs. Cassie

Cassidy Guile was a fairly regular woman with a fairly regular, quiet life. A brunette in a red worksuit, her hair tied back in a bun, a very very slight pudge above her waist, she was fairly average in a lot of ways these days. And this day began like any other, kissing her house hubbie on the cheek as she treked out the door to her thankless but profitable secretary job. She worked her 9 to 5 and got home as quickly as she could, looking to relax after another dull day of mild objectification.

But when she opened the door, she found her peaceful home wasn’t quite how she left it that morning…

“Wh-what the hell…?” she gasped, dropping her purse in shock as she scanned her disheveled living room. 

The coffee table was broken in two, as though something had been thrown right through the center. A lamp shattered on the floor, a curtain rod fallen as the curtain itself was torn, framed pictures fallen off with head-sized dents in the wall… and everywhere she saw damage, she also saw little spots of blood adorning her furniture.

“R-R-Reggie…?” she gasped, darting her eyes, but seeing no one. “Reggie?!” she repeated, as she rushed into the next room. 

She scoured her house but found no sign of him… only yet more, similar damage throughout her cherished home. Her husband was gone, leaving only what looked like the crime scene of a dozen murders in his stead. 

Cassidy was of course crying by the time she returned to her living room, her hands in her head. She swiftly reached down to grab her cellphone and call 9-1-1 when she heard the door, which she had left open, beginning to close.

Freaked out, she turned her head to it, but quickly saw it was merely the wind… atleast, she assumed. However, she also noticed a note on the door, taped from the inside, which she had missed before. From a distance, she could see it was addressed to ‘CASSIE’ written out in big bold letters, which immediately sent a cold chill down her spine… it had been a long time since she’d heard someone call her that.

Hurriedly she went up to it and pulled it down. As she swiftly scanned it’s contents, her hands began to shake, her breath accelerating, bewilderment filling her very being… she thought she had recognized the handwriting, but the signature at the bottom confirmed it.

About a decade ago, when Cassidy was but a high school student, she was much different from the mild-mannered woman she would become today. Cassie, as all her friends called her, was maybe the most popular girl in school. Naturally beautiful, and an early bloomer so to speak, in her freshman year she was already the shapeliest student there.

And she knew it too… she’d grown remarkably vain and arrogant in a short time, obsessed with her own beauty… and her favorite way to make herself seem even prettier was to make others feel ugly and worthless with her cutting tongue. She’d harp on any silly thing she could, like poor hairstyles or dress sense… but she seemed to get the most enjoyment out of targeting other students for things they couldn’t possibly control. 

She certainly never met a redhaired, freckled kid she couldn’t mock, and in her last year of school, when an albino girl enrolled, she seemed to make it her mission to get her to request a transfer before she graduated. (She succeeded.) But there was one girl in particular, who was the same age as her, whom she managed to torment for four full years.

Her name was Charlotte. A blonde-haired blue eyed girl who just so happened to always be a little taller than the others. By her senior year she was 5’10, taller than almost every boy in school. And Cassie found that absolutely hilarious. In Charlotte’s first year, she was a bit chubby as well. After a semester of tormenting, Charlotte basically said nothing in response but notably came back a fair bit thinner the next semester.

That didn’t spare her at all though, as it just made her look even sillier in Cassie’s eyes. A lanky body that suited her uncoordinated clumsiness. She relished giving her hell over this, eventually making a game out of seeing how little effort it actually took to trip or push her to the floor… she never had a hard time making it happen. Somehow, she had a knack for hiding her relentless bullying. And all the while, the quiet Charlotte refused to ever fight back or say anything in response. 

A little over ten years later, Cassidy was a completely different woman. A humbling few years after high school made her reflect and realize the error of her ways and she was now quite ashamed of her past, so much that she stopped telling friends to call her ‘Cassie’ (preferring ‘Cass’ now) to try and distance herself from those days, as though it was a different persona all it’s own. 

But that became a little hard to do once she started reading that letter. Because after all that time, Charlotte was back, finally ready for revenge. She had taken her husband and left her an address where she could find him. She threatened to murder him if she didn’t come alone or if the police were called. 

Scanning her room, she could only imagine that she’d hired some sort of hit squad to make all this happen. She’d almost certainly be walking into her own demise if she followed the instructions… but she couldn’t dare test her. She was truly in love with Reggie, and couldn’t stand the thought of whatever was being done to him in that very moment… 

Taking a deep breath, she left for her car, still ticking from being turned off mere minutes ago and went out to face this situation.

On the other side of town, she found a house that looked a fair bit more expensive and ritzy than her own. Not that she could really spare that any thought as she made her way to the door and hurriedly knocked.

“Charlotte… I’m here.” she quietly announced.

Slowly, the door opened and Cassidy found herself looking up at the woman who greeted her there. Despite knowing full well who to expect, it still took her a few moments to recognize Charlotte… she looked nothing like she used to.

She’d actually grown even a little more, a full 6’1, making her about a head taller than Cassidy. But much more striking than that was… she was a damn knockout. Her blonde hair billowed past her shoulders, looking like it belonged in a shampoo commercial. Her clothes were all a matching blue, shiny satin that showed off and accentuated her toned, tanned body. This included a pair of boots and hotpants that teamed up to display her lengthy, powerful legs, well defined yet undoubtedly feminine and shapely. 

Most noticeable however, was the odd kinda corset that she wore, emblazoned with a silver pattern, that was clearly designed to draw as much attention as possible to her enormous breasts. Once little mosquito bites, they were somehow about ten times their previous size, nearly as big as Cassidy’s head, and naturally she was showing off a truly expansive cleavage as well. Her blue eyes shimmered subtly like an ocean in the moonlight as her gaze gripped her former bully.

“Ch-Charlotte…? Is that you…?” she asked, vacantly. “Am, I at the right house…?”

“...Cassie? Heh, I don’t really recognize you either. I remember you being a lot prettier.” She chuckled. “It was your one redeeming quality, frankly…”

With that confirmed, Cassidy looked past her astonishment and grabbed Charlotte by the collar of her lacey, revealing getup. “Where are you keeping my husband you psycho bitch?! Talk to me before I-”

“You aren’t doing a damn thing.” she replied. “Not until you get inside… we wouldn’t want any witnesses to what’s about to happen. And trust me, honey… you don’t wanna make me mad right now.”

Having momentarily forgotten who held the power in the situation, Cassidy sighed and released her, before following her inside. As Charlotte turned and walked away, Cassidy couldn’t help but notice the lavish cape she wore on her back, which flowed all the way down to the floor where it dragged across the ritzy marble tiling… she looked like some kind of fantastical queen in that garb, which just made the situation all the more surreal and uncomfortable.

Cassidy followed her, with Charlotte slowly walking her through her unnecessarily large house, letting her see all the expensive appliances and lavish furniture that Cass could never afford. She was peeved at this show of decadence in a time like this, but ignored it as she mumbled, “Whatever sick fantasy you’re trying to play out here, you’re NOT getting away with it...”

“No? Maybe I should ask you for advice, you’ve got a knack for getting away with misdeeds.” she calmly replied, without looking back at her.

“...Look, I’m sorry. Honestly, I am. I treated you like shit and I really wish I hadn’t, I’ve always regretted it. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t.” Cass reasoned, with a sigh. “I’d be happy to make it up to you somehow but not like this.”

“This is the only way you’ll ever make it up to me, Cassie.” Charlotte remarked, still not turning her head. “Do every single fucking thing that I say… and one day I’ll forgive you.”

“Listen, you’ve got every reason in the world to hate me, that’s fine, I understand that.” Cassidy explained. “But Reggie? Reggie didn’t even go to the same high school as us, he knows nothing about our history together, he has NOTHING to do with this! What has he done to you to deserve this shit?”

“...Anyone who gives you even a modicum of joy in your life is a plague on mine.” her former victim coldly remarked, her eyes unflinchingly glaring forward. “I do pity the bastard, but only for falling for someone like you. But that was his mistake and now he’s paying for it.”

Cassidy clenched her fists and grit her teeth, seething over her words. But she fought to remain calm, knowing that going off the handle could result in disaster for her poor husband. So she kept quiet and continued following Charlotte until she stopped at a door. With a sudden show of aggression, she kicked the door open, letting it slam loudly against the wall, just to jolt the man inside awake.

Charlotte ushered Cassidy into the room, where she saw him there, his arms bound behind his back as he was lying on the floor, latched onto a short slab frankenstein style. He was drowsy as he slowly opened his eyes and tilted his head towards the door.

“Reggie!” Cassidy yelled as she rushed by his side, unable to contain her tears as she looked at the state he was in. 

He was entirely naked, save for some remnants of torn clothing on his shoulders and waist. His fit body was covered in bruises, some hair was clearly torn out from his head, an eye was blackened, blood was dripping from his mouth… his testicles were black and blue and greatly swollen, undoubtedly having been viciously assaulted. And while she couldn’t see it for herself, a number of bones had been broken in his body… 

He’d been utterly devastated, physically dissected and he seemed quite out of it mentally as well, his eyes glazed over as his wife hovered above him. “Reggie! My God, what did she do?! How many men did she sic on you?!”

“C-Cass…? Oh… oh God, Cass, you shouldn’t have come here…! Sh-she’s going to… nggh...” he grunted, before coughing up a little blood.

Cass turned back to Charlotte, furious. “Where are the bastards who did this…? What, did you hire hitmen? Have you formed a damn gang?” she yelled, eying her curious attire. “Start a fucking sex cult? Get a dozen lonely nerds following you and doing whatever you say?”

“What a time to be making jokes… but then, you always did like to think you were funny.” Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I didn’t need any help to do any of this. I’m a loner, Cassie, you know that. I beat up your little hubby and made him off with him all by myself.”

“Don’t try to play me, Charlotte, that’s obviously bullshit!” Cass yelled.

“I-It’s true...” Reggie wheezed.

Cassidy gasped and turned to her husband. “R-Really…?”

“I don’t know what’s… what’s going on… who she is or why she hates you, but… she’s a nightmare come to life...” he replied, interrupted by a coughing fit. “She moved like water… st-struck like a thunderbolt… I tried my b-best to fend her off but I couldn’t lay a finger on her… nggh, n-never been in so much… p-pain… run! Run, Cass!”

“That’s right, run.” Charlotte smirked. “Leave him to me… he’ll make a wonderful toy. My sex slave and pain bitch… let’s be real, that’s a much better life than being YOUR husband. I’m doing the son of a bitch a huge favor...”

“Fuck you!” Cass spat. “I’m not afraid of you… and I’m not leaving without him!”

A wicked, dark smile crossed Charlotte’s beautiful face as she closed the door behind her and locked it shut without even breaking eye contact. ”That’s what I hoped you’d say...” she remarked, as she held up the key and dropped it within her enormous cleavage. “You want to play the hero now, huh? You wanna rescue your man and get out of here? That’s easy… all you have to do… is fight me. Win, and you never have to see me again. Lose… well… heh, no, I’d rather not spoil it...”

“You really are sick...” Cass hissed. “But, fine… if that’s what it takes, I’ll be happy to knock you down one last time.”

As Charlotte’s expression soured at that reference, Cassidy took off her suit jacket and threw it aside, revealing the plain white, short-sleeve undershirt underneath. Reggie croaked, “St-stop… you don’t understand…!”

“No, honey, shh… it’s fine.” Cass explained as she fiddled with her pants, eventually opting to just peel them off, deeming them too restrictive, putting her down to her panties and, after some reflection, bare feet as well; high heels weren’t great for a fight, even if did leave her open to getting her feet stepped on. As she did all of this, she continued, “I get it, you don’t need to explain. You’re a sweet guy, way too nice to lay hands on a woman, even if she’d just broken into your home and started attacking you. You weren’t as mean as you needed to be and that’s why she got the upper hand. I don’t think less of you for your kindness… and don’t worry… I won’t make the same mistake, trust me.”

“Caaaaasss…” he moaned, concerned but finding it quite clear that she wasn’t going to leave him under any circumstances. It’s not as though he could find fault in her loyalty.

As Cass stood, pulling out her bands to let her hair fall to her shoulders, Charlotte sized her up and smiled. “...You’re looking a little bloated today. Heh… my freshmen year, that’s how you’d greet me every morning, remember that? Hmph… let yourself go a little since your high school days I see.”

“And you let yourself go fucking crazy.” Cass quipped. “Believe it or not I haven’t been preparing for a death match for the last ten years.”

“That’s a real shame...” Charlotte shrugged, before donning a fighting stance. “But let’s can the talking… your mouth is what got you here to begin with.”

“Fine by me…” Cass growled, before charging in, a fist at the ready. She swung up at Charlotte’s head, and with ease she avoided it. The tormentor did nothing to advance her own attack, simply waiting for Cass’ wild, uncoordinated punches. Her days as head cheerleader were far behind her and it’s not like she ever learned how to throw a punch in the first place, Charlotte had no trouble avoiding her fists with the slightest jukes and jives.

“Hey now, you could hurt somebody doing that if you’re not careful.” Charlotte teased.

“Fuck YOU!” Cass shouted, aiming an uppercut towards her jaw. 

Charlotte took a step back to avoid this blow as well and then gave a light jab to Cass’ chin. It stung, but only enough to make her wince. She threw another punch, and Charlotte ducked it before giving her another jab to the cheek. 

Already starting to get frustrated, Cassidy launched a kick towards Charlotte’s legs, looking to trip her up and make use of her background a little better. To that, the kidnapper surprised her by leaping up into the air, avoiding the legsweep with a nimble jump. Then, the split second she landed, she launched a leg kick of her own, her hard shin landing against Cass’ calve. This forced her leg to recede instinctively, but again as far from devastating… more aggravating than anything. 

“Tch… you’re quick, I’ll give you that. But I think all that muscle’s for show, ‘cause you sure don’t hit that hard.” Cass remarked. 

As Charlotte evaded a roundhouse punch, she responded, “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to hit you HARD…? Well, okay...”

Cass didn’t even see her counterpunch this time. Her fist fired into her face like it was shot out of a cannon. Before she even knew what hit her, she was down on the floor with a busted nose, looking down at the blood dripping on the marble tiles.

“Wh-what… was that…?!” she asked, shocked.

As she looked up at Charlotte, she was quite creeped out to see her just standing there, taking a deep breath and holding her womanly chest. “Ohhhh yes… mmmmmnggh that felt good. Loooong time in the making...” she smirked, looking fondly at her fist, staring at the point of her knuckles where she felt the impact. “You can’t know how this feels… so righteous. Heheh… I’m getting you back for every single thing you ever did to me.”

Cassidy’s whole body tensed, brimming with anger as she forced herself up to her feet. “Tch, well believe it or not, I don’t feel so damn guilty anymore…”

She reared her fist back and unloaded a devastating (for her) punch, trying her damnedest to knock Charlotte’s block off. Without even a hint of effort, she blocked this, catching her by the wrist. Her proud expression turned grimly serious as she squeezed her wrist, gradually increasing the pressure, listening to her bones crack and crunch in her powerful grip. As Cassidy started to groan in shocked agony and began impotently trying to yank herself out of her grasp, Charlotte tilted her head down to look her former bully in the eye.

“I don’t want you to feel guilty, Cassie. I want you to feel pain.” Charlotte growled.

Punctuating her statement, she unleashed a devastating knee lift right between Cass’ legs, the point of her knee blasting her pussy with great precision. Cassidy shrieked in pain, momentarily held upright by Charlotte’s grip of steel; otherwise, she’d have most certainly fallen to her knees. In the span of half a second, Charlotte released her only to launch into a flashy cartwheel, delivering two kicks to Cassidy’s head in the process as her feet slammed into her one after the other. 

Cass dropped like a sack of potatoes, as Reggie whimpered and could only watch on. The already bloodied secretary curled up on the floor, clutching her crotch and trying to endure the tinnitus after that second kick nailed her right in the ear. 

“Heheheh… you and your boytoy should feel even closer than ever now, he was in that same position just a couple of hours ago. I went hog wild on his nuts… but don’t worry, I made sure not to pop ‘em. That just would’ve been rude to destroy them when you weren’t there to watch.” she taunted, as Cass looked up at her with pure hatred and pain on her face. 

Charlotte took a step forward, and performed a picture perfect front flip, adding extra velocity to her descent as she fell onto Cassie, her back crushed under her tormentor’s rock solid, well-defined abdomen. A second later, the athletic giantess had hopped right back up to her feet, continuing her thought as though nothing had happened.

“Sadly, he didn’t seem to like it, no matter what I did. I actually finished him off with this backflip kick to the scrotum, and I was so sure he’d love it, but as far as I could, he hated it...” she mockingly lamented, absentmindedly backflipping, kicking Cass in the ribs by ‘accident’ in the process. “...Strange, right? I mean, he’s gotta have the kink, yeah? Otherwise, why the hell would he ever fall for a ballbusting bitch like you? Heheheh...”

Cassidy struggled to pull herself to a knee, and desperately launched a punch towards her stomach. Charlotte just let this one hit, so she could feel her steely abs… her fist just bounced right off. A tear fell down her cheek as the full weight of her situation finally dawned on her in that moment; she was helpless. 

And just to hammer that home, Charlotte drove her knee right into Cass’ temple, sending her right back down to the floor. She then finished, “Oh well… must’ve just been my technique he wasn’t into. Now that he’s my property, I have all the time in the world to find out exactly what he likes~”

She quite unnecessarily cartwheeled once more to Cassidy’s side, and then unleashed a brutal punt that likely cracked a rib, just to roll her onto her back. Charlotte proceeded to stand over her, a foot at either of her sides, and from Cass’ point of view, she looked ridiculously towering from down there. 

Of course, that viewpoint changed a tad with her next move, as she leapt up into the air with a graceful, highly athletic mid-air splits, in which she landed right on Cassidy’s stomach, straddling her abdomen with her crotch, and much to her shock, she felt how wet her pussy was as it crashed down with shocking force on her midsection.

Charlotte teed off, peppering Cass’ face with punches until it wasn’t so pretty anymore. She was grunting and groaning and screaming, squirming and struggling but she couldn’t defend herself at all. Just to taunt her, she ran her hands through her hair and tousled it, before gripping her undershirt. To Cass’ shock, she ripped through it like paper, tearing it off her body before proceeding to do the same with the plain white bra that was underneath it.

The tormentor laughed as she openly fondled Cass’ breasts. “Wow, look at these… they sure seemed bigger in high school, funny that. Mmm… I guess being early to bloom really means early to peak as well, they haven’t really grown since, have they?” she mocking asked, jerking her head so as to pull her lengthy hair out of the way of her enormous cleavage. “Can’t say I can relate on that one...”

Stubbornly refusing to give her any satisfaction - though failing magnificently on that front - Cassidy hissed, “Going out and… g-getting a dozen implants doesn’t make you b-better than me...”

“No… it’s just a nice little bit of symbolism.” she corrected. “Or, that is to say… THIS is a nice bit of symbolism...”

Charlotte grabbed the front of her corset and pulled it open, revealing her titanic tits in all their glory as they came out bouncing from her tight threads. She giggled relentlessly as she leaned down, pushing her tits onto Cassidy’s own, rubbing in how much Charlotte’s endowment now dwarfed her own. Cass’ boobs basically disappeared underneath her opponent’s overwhelming, and shockingly soft breasts; if they were fake, they felt nothing like what she assumed fake tits would feel like.

She tried not to make any whimpering noises to give it away, but the intense blushing on her face belied that this was indeed a bigger blow to her ego than she wanted to let on. And Charlotte’s smile grew all the more at that sight.

Wanting to rub in her size advantage all the more, Charlotte pulled Cass forcibly up to her feet and, thanks to her advanced height, her face was already practically level with her enormous tits… they took up her entire field of vision. The kidnapper proceeded to drive her chest forward, slamming her breasts right into Cass’ face and staggering her backwards. That was more embarrassing than anything, but with a little twirl she sent her tits flying towards Cass’ face, smashing into her cheek one after the other and that proved to be surprisingly painful. 

Charlotte revelled in the pain, humiliation and sheer bewilderment on Cass’ face, fondling her own breasts as she cooed, “What? Run out of clever things to say? No snappy come back to being titsmacked, eh…?”

“Shut… up...” Cassidy forced out, as she staggered hopeless towards her opponent. She couldn’t even get her fist up for a punch this time as Charlotte dashed in and, still groping herself, thrusted one of her enormous tits right into Cass’ solar plexus. This actually drove the air out of her lungs, a truly inconceivable impact as it doubled her over.

“...The… fuck...?!” Cassidy gasped, clutching her stomach.

Continuing with the titty assault, Charlotte grabbed both of her enormous breasts and held them up, before thrusting them down hard in an axe blow to the back of Cassidy’s head. Much to her humiliation, she was brought down to the floor by her tormentor’s tits. 

Charlotte just laughed as she continued to fondle herself. “Wow! I’ve never done this before, I didn’t realize how effective these girls were in a fight… they’re strong enough to take you down all on their own! Maybe they DO make me better than you...”

“God… Goddammit… this can’t be happening...” Cass muttered to herself, frantically. She forced herself to her feet, continuing to talk to herself. “I can’t… I can’t let this happen, I can’t let her win… DAMMIT!”

She lurched herself forward, launching a truly hopeless kick. Charlotte sidestepped this with ease, before leaping at Cassidy, landing titsfirst on her face, taking her down to the floor and smothering her in the process, swiftly enveloping her entire head within her breasts. The former bully could do nothing but squirm and holler, her discontent muffled in Charlotte’s welcoming, but all-encompassing bosom. 

She could see nothing, and feel nothing but her tits. And she could hear nothing but Charlotte’s mocking laughter, as she took great pride in dominating her with her womanly chest. After a full minute of this, in which Cass was entirely helpless, her attacker finally relented, only to grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet.

“You were never quite this type of bully, but I still feel like this is fitting...” Charlotte noted, before grabbing the back of Cassidy’s panties and slowly pulling up on them. Before long it became uncomfortable, as it tightly pulled against her pussy and asscrack… and a second later, it became unbearable. Charlotte was being easy so as not to rip the panties too quickly, but instead hoist Cass up by them… she began to scream as she lifted up a few inches off the ground, her own panties digging painfully into her most sensitive flesh.

She just kept pulling and pulling, until she had Cassidy a full foot off the ground. Then, with one decisive yank, she tore the panties clean off, sending her plummeting facefirst. Cass thought she was going to fall to the floor, but instead Charlotte’s rising knee caught her in the gut and she landed right on the point of her solid kneecap. Charlotte grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, and with the other, squeezed her ass to hold her in place. She proceeded to drive her knee into her stomach once, twice, three times, her powerful leg obliterating Cass’ weak belly. 

Cassidy screamed and howled in pain all the while, and that was about all she could do. Charlotte kept her like that, doubled over her knee as she mockingly jiggled her ass and groped it tighter. “Heheh… you still got a pretty nice booty. Mmm… I don’t much like that. I think I’ll ruin it...”

With that, she held her hand up aloft and seductively licked her palm before proceeding with a vicious, humiliating spanking, smacking Cass’ ass over and over relentlessly for a full minute. Cassidy couldn’t help but cry from not only the physical pain but the emotional torment of the whole situation. Red handprint shaped welts appeared on her rippling cheeks as Charlotte wore her out. 

Finally she ceased, shoving her to the ground to tend to her damaged backside. As she rolled onto her back to try and protect her ass, Charlotte smiled and pulled off her boots before unleashing a punt kick right to her unprotected pussy, driving her toes momentarily inside her. Cassidy shrieked from the intense pain and clutched herself as her tormentor pointed and laughed. “Ahh, it feels good to kick a cunt in the cunt...”

Charlotte finished stripping down, pulling down her hot pants and posing triumphantly above Cass’ own naked body, letting her bask in her superiority. There was no denying the perfection of her figure, a beautiful depiction of feminine might. Powerful but lithe and supple all over, she stepped over Cass and gave her a close look at her huge, round, smooth ass as she sat right down on her face.

She couldn’t have looked much more casual just lounging on Cass’ head as she frantically kicked her legs and grabbed at that glorious ass to try and push it off. But all that did was confirm for her how soft and juicy it really was as her fingers sunk into the remarkable flesh. Growing her muscles was one thing, but how she attained a transformation like that, Cass would never understand… maybe she was just a very late bloomer. 

All she knew was that she was absolutely at the mercy of her remarkable ass, and sadly, there was no mercy to be found. Charlotte just bore down, wiggling her ass tauntingly against her face, quite literally rubbing it in. Whatever remained of ‘Cassie’s’ ego had been utterly destroyed, her self-worth torn to pieces. And Charlotte still wasn’t done.

After standing up, she grabbed Cass by the hair and roughly pulled her to her feet. Shoving her against a wall so as to keep her from falling, she unleashed a wicked roundhouse kick, showing off her athletic, nude body and flashing her pussy to her as her shin smashed into her chest. Another kick caught her gut, doubling her over for a vicious uppercut that actually sent her a couple feet up the wall. This setup a brutal jab to the stomach, that actually pinned her there in mid-air until her next move, which saw her leap up and meet the sliding Cass with a jumping thrust kick to the face. 

She fell limp to her ass, and to that, Charlotte turned around, letting her ass smack Cass in the face in the process, before running to the opposite wall. There, she lined up in a 3 point stance before taking off at a shocking speed, running at a wicked velocity. Her humongous breasts and ass bounced and swayed powerfully with her every stride as she ran towards the entirely prone and defenseless Cassidy, who could only watch in dread and amazement. With a remarkable boost of momentum behind her, Charlotte rammed her knee solidly into her victim’s waiting face.

Cassidy’s body went limp as she was unconscious. Even still, Charlotte didn’t let up, delivering soccer style kicks to her sleeping frame, her toes digging into Cass’ face, breasts, stomach and crotch. This wasn’t a fight, this was torture, and that was clear even to the half-delirious Reggie, who cried out, “Stop… p-please stop… hurting her.”

Charlotte whipped her head to him, her dark expression returning. “Speak to me out of turn again and I will snap her neck right in front of you… and then I’ll force your balls into her mouth and stomp her in the back of the head so your dead wife chomps your fucking nuts off do you hear me?!”

There was absolutely no good response to that other than silence, and that’s what she got in return. Satisfied with that, Charlotte turned to Cass and slapped her until she finally awoke, groaning from the newfound aches and pains added to her many pre-existing ones. And her pain wasn’t finished, as Charlotte reached down and grabbed her by the throat, roughly pulling her up to her feet and choking her in the process.

Yanking her away from the wall, when Charlotte let go it was all Cassidy could do to stay on her feet, struggling to remain upright, staggering and shambling. Mockingly, Charlotte held her hands out as if to help steady her as she took a few steps back. She proceeded to perform an athletic front flip, into a handstand just inches away from Cass. Her legs curled up, she finished with a massive double upkick right to the bottom of Cassidy’s chin, rocking her head and sending her falling onto her back.

But before she even landed, Charlotte made use of her remarkable speed and whipped around like lightning to bury a knee into the small of her back. A clubbing forearm blow to the back of the head reversed her momentum and sent the pain-wracked Cass stumbling forwards instead. With a great show of skill, Charlotte proceeded to leapfrog right over her, her bare pussy just clearing the top of her head before she landed in front of the dazed and confused Cassidy. A backkick saw Charlotte’s heel blast Cass right in the crotch yet again, and a follow up backflip kick saw the top of the tormentor’s right foot smash into her former bully’s face, finally taking her down to her back. 

Hopping to Cassidy’s side, she proceeded to perform a quick somersault that landed both of her feet right into Cass’ stomach, burying them in her ribs and breaking a couple in the process. 

Cassidy was awake but motionless, all the fight drained from her body… tears falling down her bloody face, as she realized that she was not only unable to save her husband, there was also no way she was going to save herself. 

Perhaps finally content with the extent of her beatdown, Charlotte began to pose triumphantly as she remained standing on Cass’ fallen, battered body. She flexed her muscles and then puffed out her chest, curled her legs and then shook her ass… alternating between accentuating her immaculate strength and incomparable sexiness. 

As she did this, her eyes happened to drift across the room… and they caught something that peaked her interest. With her biggest smile yet, she went down to the floor and grabbed Cass by the hair. “Hey, look, Cassie!” she declared in a friendly tone, pulling her limp head up off the floor and turning it towards Reggie. “Notice anything about your boytoy? Something familiar…? That’s right, he’s totally hard! Hahaha, he’s become super erect watching me beat the fuck out of you!”

“Wh-... whaaa…?” Cass emitted, dazed from the pain but still vaguely recognizing her words. To her shock, and Reggie’s shame, it was true. His cock stood proudly above his swollen testicles, as he laid there, still bound and helpless.

“I-I… it’s not… how it seems...” he muttered, unable to come up with much of an explanation himself.

“Oh don’t worry, little man.” Charlotte cooed. “It’s only natural… I mean, look at me! Heh, I’m impressed you could ignore it up to this point… especially when you’ve only had THIS to come home to for God knows how long!” she declared, gesturing towards Cassidy’s bruised body as she stood back up.

Reggie clenched his eyes shut and turned away, unable to look at his wife’s crying face. Here she thought she couldn’t be humiliated any further today, but she had no idea how wrong she really was.

“Mmm, don’t give him too hard a time. It’s not that he isn’t loyal… it’s just, I’m that much finer than you.” Charlotte taunted, as she turned to Reggie and began to sashay his way, her wide hips swinging proudly. “I’m a better woman than you in every single way, and I’m about to prove it.”

“Wh-what are...” Cass began, wanting to hold her hand out towards her but failing to even muster that much.

“What are you doing…?!” Reggie finished on her behalf as he noticed Charlotte closing in on him, licking her lips as she approached.

“Nothing you won’t absolutely love.” Charlotte hissed. “Tell me… is Cassie a good lover? I can’t imagine so… selfish as she is, I doubt she has any real want to satisfy you. Hmhm… poor guy. Don’t worry… I’m nothing like her.”

“D-Don’t… don’t do it...” Reggie pleaded, wishing his cock would stop throbbing at the sight of her. 

She said nothing, ignoring his pleas as she climbed on top of him, playfully running a finger up and down his torso.

“Stop… p-please...” Cassidy whimpered.

At that, Charlotte sped up, thrusting herself down onto his cock, plunging it deep inside her. She threw her head back in a deep moan as Reggie grit his teeth to try and contain his own regrettable groan of lust.

“Ohhh yes… hmhmhmhm, I’ve spent so much time accumulating wealth and perfecting my body for this day… that I’ve never gotten the chance to enjoy the comforts of the flesh… ahahahaha, but it’s worth it for me to be able to say that your husband took my virginity, Cassie...” Charlotte declared, glancing back towards her former bully, who on top of everything else, was now brutally heartbroken.

“Ohhh God I’m so sorry...” Reggie gasped, trying to look away from Charlotte’s beautiful body but failing to even avert his eyes from her captivating figure and enchanting eyes.

And then she began to thrust… up and down, up and down at a gradually increasing pace, turning rapid within a few seconds… her breasts bounced up and down magnificently, and Reggie couldn’t resist staring at them, nor could he keep from moaning and groaning from the intense pleasure…

Charlotte squeezed her thighs together, her sopping wet pussy tightening due to her immaculate muscle control, hugging his member snugly as she pumped his raging cock again and again. All the while, she howled and bellowed; it no doubt felt wonderful, but she was certainly playing it up just to twist the knife that much more.

Cassidy could do nothing but watch, wishing she could look away from the final disaster that signalled the unraveling of her life. It went on for an agonizing half hour, during which the two both came only for her to keep going. Charlotte leaned down, pushing her humongous breasts into Reggie’s face and fully engulfing it as she fucked him, bragging, “She could never give you this with her pitiful little mosquito bites… hmhm...”

She followed up with a deep kiss, their tongues intertwining, just to take Cass’ place that little bit more as she absolutely rocked Reggie’s cock. Finally, the two came again, simultaneously this time arriving to a loud climax. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop from yelling his ecstasy, blatantly showing much more passion and lust than Cassidy had ever heard from him.

The beaten man was in tears, not just because of being forced upon, but because it truly was the greatest sex of his life and his wife had to witness it and know… 

With a content sigh, Charlotte finally dismounted him and reached deep within her breasts to retrieve the key to the room. She waved it mockingly in Cass’ face, knowing she didn’t have the strength to reach up for it. She proceeded to walk over to the door, unlock it and open it. As she stood in the doorframe, she turned back to the devastated couple.

“720 days… not to sound obsessive, but I’ve memorized that number… it’s how many school days, on average, a student will have at a high school. Which gives me a good estimate for how many days of my life you ruined...” she announced, taking the time to rub some of Reggie’s cum from her pussy so that she could lick it. “Mmm… I’m sure we had some sick days between us but trying to count THOSE, well that would just be ridiculous! So let’s say that’s the number… heh. That’s how many days you will be here. Every single day, you’ll have another chance. Another fight with me, should you be up for it… win and you leave, lose and you get to watch me fuck your husband again and we’ll repeat the process as many times as it takes until you either escape or we get to that magic number… hmhmhm… sounds like a fun game to me. I think we’re about to finally become the closest of friends, Cassie… see you tomorrow.”

She slowly shut the door, letting the two of them try and pick up the pieces of their marriage alone and stew on what their lives had just become...