{"id":14836,"date":"2019-02-12T07:26:13","date_gmt":"2019-02-12T14:26:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=14836"},"modified":"2019-02-12T07:26:13","modified_gmt":"2019-02-12T14:26:13","slug":"the-duel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/?p=14836","title":{"rendered":"The Duel"},"content":{"rendered":"

A fanfiction inspired by a picture manipulation.<\/em><\/p>\n

We were barely a week into shooting the movie when we were in the sack together. I could tell right away I was giving him everything his wife wasn\u2019t. It was clear we were destined to be together from the start.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t take long for his wife to find out. But I didn\u2019t care. Brad was everything I wanted in a man. And it was obvious I was everything he ever wanted in a woman.<\/p>\n

One day that bitch Jennifer burst into my dressing room. I was bent over a table while Brad was fucking my ass. She got one look and her face went red with embarrassment.<\/p>\n

Instantly Brad slowed down upon seeing his wife staring at us. \u201cDid I tell you to stop?\u201d I bellowed at him. \u201cFuck me, damn you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid I catch you at a bad time?\u201d his wife observed sarcastically, her voice dripping with hatred.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet the fuck out of here!\u201d I hollered at her. \u201cCan\u2019t you see we\u2019re rehearsing for our next scene?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d she snorted in disgust. \u201cI forgot. You\u2019re playing the part of the slut.\u201d And with that she walked out in a huff, slamming the door behind her.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd don\u2019t come back!\u201d I hollered after her. I don\u2019t know whether she heard me or not.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Brad and I kept seeing each other long after the film was in the can. I was looking forward to the premiere. Then I got this call from his bitch of a wife.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey there, slut. This is Jennifer. You don\u2019t honestly think you could fuck my husband here in Hollywood and expect to get away with it, do you?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I do! I can do any damn thing I want! You can\u2019t fucking touch me, bitch, so don\u2019t even try! Now why don\u2019t you be a good girl scout and let him go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I want him back, you stupid slut, despite any filthy place that cock of his has been.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWell I intend to keep him, bitch. So what are you going to do about it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought a slut like you would say. So I\u2019m challenging you to a duel; that is if you\u2019ve got the tits for it. We both know you got more balls than my husband ever thought of having.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBring it on, bitch. I\u2019m am action star and I do a lot of my own stunts. What have you got in mind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI suggest a duel with swords, slut.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSwords?? Are you fucking kidding me?? You can\u2019t even lift one up!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou might be surprised, slut. So how about it? Care to take me on one-on-one?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy the hell should I have a sword fight with you? What\u2019s in it for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, that\u2019s easy. The winner gets Brad. The loser, well\u2026 she loses her head. Literally.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you proposing I chop off that sweet little head of yours, bitch?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly if you can beat me, slut.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I thought it over for a moment. The idea of carrying her head to the premiere was something I could really go for. \u201cAll right, bitch. You\u2019re on. How about the night of the premiere? I think there\u2019s an empty building they\u2019re remodeling just down the street.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWorks for me, slut. I\u2019m looking forward to carrying your head to your own premiere.\u201d<\/em> And with that she hung up.<\/p>\n

The idea of taking Jennifer Aniston\u2019s head to the premiere of the movie her husband and I had worked on gave me erotic shivers. Then my eyes narrowed as I considered the matter. What if the bitch had been taking lessons this whole time? Could I take the chance?<\/p>\n

I knew someone who knew someone who knew a master swordsman. So I placed a call. I vowed them to secrecy before arranging for some last minute lessons. The last thing I wanted was to go to my own premiere as that bitch Aniston\u2019s decorative ornament.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

On the day of the duel I took the sword I\u2019d trained with along with the gown I wanted to wear to the premiere. Underneath my street clothes I wore black spandex. I was ready for anything.<\/p>\n

A friend who owed me a favor let me into the building where we were going to fight. I went to the room for our duel and then slipped out of my street clothes. The bitch showed up ten minutes later.<\/p>\n

She was also in her street clothes. She had a little travel bag I assumed contained her clothes for the premiere. I told her to go right ahead and change right there in front of me.<\/p>\n

She stripped out of her street clothes to reveal a black athletic bra and tight black shorts. Her breasts looked pretty good pushing through that top she wore. I just snorted as I opened my sword case and took out my weapon while she took out hers.<\/p>\n

I was visibly impressed at what I saw. The damned thing looked sharp and long. And she hefted it with remarkable professionalism. It made me wonder just how much training she\u2019d picked up just to use the damned thing for our duel.<\/p>\n

We hefted our swords as we began circling each other. I told her, \u201cAre you sure all this is worth giving up your head for a husband with a wandering eye?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure it\u2019s worth giving up yours just for trying to take another woman\u2019s man?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBitch, in case you haven\u2019t noticed he\u2019s mine now. If you\u2019re smart you\u2019ll walk away right now and I\u2019ll consider the matter closed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe only way this matter ends is with your head on my mantel, slut.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m already picturing how the crowds will react when I carry your dripping head with me to the premiere.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSLUT!\u201d she roared as she charged me.<\/p>\n

I parried her thrust, only to have her continue approaching with slashes and thrusts. I blocked each one, only to find myself backing up. The bitch had picked up more moves than I\u2019d anticipated.<\/p>\n

I tried a counterattack, but she artfully dodged before going on the offensive again. A couple of slashes got dangerously close. I think one of them nicked my leg.<\/p>\n

I have no idea where she picked up all that training. But she was much better than I\u2019d anticipated. I found myself feeling a mixture of alarm and admiration.<\/p>\n

I jumped in with a counterthrust, nicking her side. She cursed as she came back at me. I blocked her thrusts, although one came within an inch of doing some real damage.<\/p>\n

Our swords clanked for five\u2026 ten\u2026 fifteen minutes. I have no idea where she found the stamina. The bitch had obviously been training for this moment. I found myself more and more appreciative I\u2019d bothered to take a few private lessons.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want your head!\u201d she bellowed as she charged me again. I parried her thrust, returning one of my own. She blocked it just in time or I would have taken a chunk of leg.<\/p>\n

She slashed and I jumped back. I looked down, only to see she\u2019d cut through my leotard. It felt like she\u2019s nicked me just under my breasts. Her rage seemed to be fueling her efforts.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou bitch! That was a $500 leotard!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll buy you a new one for your funeral, slut!\u201d Then she charged again.<\/p>\n

I parried and deflected the blows, only to become aware that I was tiring. I had no idea how much energy she had and if it was more than enough to finish me. I couldn\u2019t let this go on much longer.<\/p>\n

I parried a blow and then proceeded to go on the offensive. We were evenly matched, but I began to attack with greater enthusiasm. Now the bitch had pissed me off.<\/p>\n

I got a slash on my right side, but it didn\u2019t feel like it went very deep. I pressed my attack, bringing my sword in again and again. One hard swing and I finally disarmed her, causing her blade to go flying.<\/p>\n

She tried to chase it down, but I cut her leg. She tried to weave and dodge but I slashed across her midsection. It left a nasty red line below her tits.<\/p>\n

She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. She was just as winded as I was. Then I pointed my sword right at her throat and declared, \u201cVictory is mine, bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n

She panted heavily as she looked at me with pure hatred. Then I saw resignation in her features. \u201cVictory is yours, Angelina.\u201d It was the first time she\u2019d ever called me by name.<\/p>\n

I wanted to gloat. I wanted to humiliate the bitch. I wanted to slice her up into a thousand pieces. She just lowered her head, offering her neck to me before quietly murmuring, \u201cTake what is rightfully yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no you don\u2019t, bitch! You\u2019re not getting off that easily. Now I want you to strip.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got to be kidding me!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStrip, damn you, or I\u2019ll cut up those tits so bad the coroner will have to attach a pair of new ones for your funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n

She glowered at me. But she did as she was told. I finally got to see what Brad must have seen in her when he first married her.<\/p>\n

\u201cSatisfied, slut?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn your knees, bitch!\u201d<\/p>\n

Once more she did as she was told. \u201cYou\u2019re loving this, aren\u2019t you? I take it you intend to humiliate me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWouldn\u2019t you if our roles were reversed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust get it over with, damn you!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot just yet. Now I want you to masturbate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo to hell!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine. I\u2019ll just start by slicing up that pussy of yours. I see it\u2019s dripping. What\u2019s it matter if you touch it during your last moments on earth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a real sicko; you know that? You and Brad were made for each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt last the truth comes out. Now masturbate for me, bitch! Hurry up; I need to get your head to the red carpet on time!\u201d<\/p>\n

She gave me a dirty look. Then she started touching herself. \u201cDo it like you mean it, bitch! I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve been doing it a lot lately since Brad\u2019s been over at my house every damned night.\u201d<\/p>\n

She began touching herself until she really got into it. Her breathing became heavier. It was arousing as hell.<\/p>\n

I was tempted to let her go all the way. But I was late for the premiere, although it was just down the street. I was about to have a unique accessory that was going to attract a lot of attention.<\/p>\n

I waited until she was fully into it. Then I swung with all my might before she could consummate her pleasure. My sword connected with her neck and her head went flying.<\/p>\n

For a moment she just knelt there, blood spurting out of her severed neck. Her pussy gushed urine mixed with her love juices. Then she collapsed onto her side, her naked body spasming as blood pumped out of her severed neck.<\/p>\n

I hurriedly dressed for the premiere in a gown I\u2019d planned to wear for the occasion. Then I picked up Jennifer\u2019s severed head. I proudly walked out of the building and down the street.<\/p>\n

There was a lot of noise as I approached, people talking as cameras snapped photographs. But as I drew closer everyone shut the hell up when they saw me. There was utter silence as I walked by, proudly carrying the bitch\u2019s dripping head.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

No one dared say a word to me. Now they all knew who they were dealing with. It gave me an immense feeling of power.<\/p>\n

As for the stupid bitch I\u2019d just dispatched? The poor thing had a look of indignation on her face, no doubt because I hadn\u2019t allowed her to finish her pleasure. But that\u2019s just the kind of bitch I am.<\/p>\n

2018 (written for Thor Nov 18 \u201918 by riwa)<\/p>\n

(Inspired by Thor\u2019s manip.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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