Best Breast Challenge Ambush: Mazzie Vs. Rachael

Mazzie grinned and sat up. She then reached over and yanked the cotton panties out of Rachael's mouth and tossed them so they landed somewhere near the creek. Mazzie then scooted off of Rachel and grabbed the girl roughly by the hair. She turned her around and began to drag her over to the camera that was set up, making sure her beaten tits received the most punishment.

Once there, Mazzie lifted up Rachael's head painfully and forced her to look into the camera. "Say it!" She demanded. "Say my tits are better than yours!"

Rachael put up little in the way of resistance as Mazzie took her by the hair and dragged her over to the camera she had set up earlier, the red headed woman hanging onto the blonde's wrists to relieve some of the pressure on her scalp. Whimpering from the pain in her already battered breasts Rachael was in tears when she was finally forced to face the camera, squirming weakly against Mazzie but she lacked the will to put up any true fight against her.

She opened her mouth as if to speak but nothing came out for several moments, Rachael fighting against her own nature as her pride refused to let her say such a thing, but she couldn't hold out any longer as finally those words came out. "Your tits are better than mine!"

Mazzie knew how difficult it was to say another girl's tits were better. It was a position she had, unfortunately, been in before and never wanted to be in again. So she didn't press while Rachael hesitated. But when Rachael DID finally say it, Mazzie tilted her head back and unleashed a chortle of superiority that resonated. "Ahahaha! That's right! Those saggy, ugly tits are NOTHING compared to my perfect ones!

She then let go of Rachel and knelt down next to her. "There's only one thing left for you to do." She said cruelly. "Worship them. Worship my superior tits. Lick them, suck them and show the tits who conquered your pathetic sacks the pleasure they deserve."

Mazzie then puffed out her chest, proudly displaying her bruised but victorious tits for Rachel, ready for them to be worshiped.

Rachael had never felt so utterly humiliated as she did in that moment as Mazzie put her naked and bruised tits on display before the camera, forcing her to say the words that she had never believed would leave her lips. She averted her gaze from the camera the moment her head was released, not wanting to be seen any more than she had to in her pathetic state by those who would see the film and herself, Rachael's reflection looking back at her from the glass lens.

She collapsed to the ground in a heap, barely managing to keep herself sitting upright while she stared down into the dirt. Biting down on her lip Rachael didn't even notice she had drawn a few drops of blood, too numb from her defeat to feel it, trying to ignore Mazzie to little avail.

"No." Rachael said in a voice too soft for even Mazzie to be able to hear as she was forced to stare at the blonde's breasts, her eyes watering up once again as she weakly nodded her head and leaned in to obey Mazzie. Any defiance she had possessed was gone now as she ran her tongue up along each of Mazzie's breasts, repeating this process until they were slick with her saliva. Her eyes would then focus on the various bruises she had left upon Mazzie's tits, leaning in to plant soft kisses upon each of them as if she could erase them away. Her hands rose up as she did so, lightly rubbing the undersides of those mounds , and once she had kissed each of those bruises Rachael wrapped her lips around one of her nipples and lovingly suckled upon it.

Mazzie didn't even hear the protest as Rachael weakly and wisely chose to submit. She reveled in the woman's worshiping of her superior tits and moaned loudly as they were kissed, sucked and fondled.

"That's right, bitch. feel and taste what is superior to you in every way." She purred. Mazzie ran her fingers through Rachael's hair and when she had her fill of being worshiped, she suddenly yanked that hair and tossed Rachael tot he ground onto her back. "Nighty night, loser." Mazzie said as she straddled Rachael and with one final act of humiliation, smothered the girl into unconsciousness with her winning pair.

Once that was finished, Mazzie stood up and moved to the camera. She took it and showed off her boobs and then filmed the unconscious girl. Once satisfied, she flipped it off, got dressed and packed up. She left Rachael were she was, naked under the bridge with her clothes piled up near her. Everything except her bra, which was slung proudly around Mazzie's shoulder like a sash the whole way back to her apartment.