Go back to Sarah Carter vs Lacey Chabert

Posted by Jeri's Knockoutson 10/25/2009

“Time to pay the piper, Sarah.”

Lacey Chabert smiled as she stood with her ungloved hands on her hips, looking over the wreckage of her hated rival Sarah Carter. To say that the brunette was ecstatic was the understatement of the decade. For years, she’d had to put up with Sarah’s arrogance and smug superiority. Lacey had neither forgotten nor forgiven Sarah for her betrayal of their friendship so many years ago. Now, with Sarah lying helpless at her feet, she was determined to get some payback.

Sarah groaned as Lacey’s foot nudged her face, arousing from her slumber. Coming around, Sarah almost broke into tears as she saw the brunette standing over her. “No… no…” Sarah blubbered, “I can’t have…”

Giggling with wicked glee, Lacey reached down for the blonde’s ponytail and Sarah up to her feet. “First things first,” Lacey said, “Let’s undo this ponytail of yours…” Lacey pulled at the band, freeing Sarah’s hair to spill freely to her shoulders. The ponytail was a symbol of power for Sarah, and it was one of the things Lacey hated the most about her.

“You got lucky,” Sarah coldly replied. Her voice was back under control, but Lacey still smiled. It probably took a great deal of effort for the blonde to maintain a brave face.

“You’re going to spend the rest of the night with your face between my jugs,” Lacey proclaimed matter-of-factly, “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll be merciful. If you don’t…”

“Screw you,” Sarah shot back defiantly. Even in defeat, the blonde was still proud.

Lacey gave Sarah a hard push, shoving her rudely into the Foxfire corner. Sarah groaned out as her back hit the turnbuckle, but her cry was quickly muted as Lacey closed in and pulled the blonde’s face into her cleavage. Securing both hands around Sarah’s head, Lacey squeezed… the brunette smiled as she heard the blonde’s muffled scream lost in the tight confines of her cleavage. Lacey loved the feeling of Sarah’s face and head struggling against her jugs. Sarah’s hands, also ungloved, pawed at Lacey’s flanks and tummy, but there was no escape. Not with Lacey’s weight bearing down on her. Lacey snuggled up tighter, savoring the moment as she wrung every last drop out of her foe.

Sarah’s legs were starting to buckle after about 40 seconds. The blonde gasped for air as Lacey let go, and stumbled out of the corner hanging onto the ropes for support. Unfortunately for her, Lacey was far from finished.

“Since this is your first time with my girls, we’re going to play a little game called ‘Catch and Release,’” Lacey said, “I catch you, and I smother you as long as I like. Then I release you, and you stagger around helplessly. I catch you again, and we do it over and over until I’m satisfied.”

“Go to hell!” Sarah shouted, “Enjoy it while you can… You’ll never beat me aga-“

Lacey didn’t let Sarah finish her sentence. The rest of the blonde’s words were lost as her face was once again jammed in between the brunette’s jugs. Sarah squirmed as she was pressed up against the ropes, fighting in vain to break free. Lacey purred in delight as Sarah’s features were once again nestled up against her hot flesh. As Sarah’s struggles began to diminish, Lacey reversed their positions, leaning against the ropes for support. Sarah was starting to fade – instead of pushing at Lacey’s belly to get away, they were now clinging to the brunette’s hips as she struggle to hang on and stay on her feet.

Lacey let go again. Sarah sank to her knees, slowly sliding down the length of Lacey’s body. Her face dragged against the brunette’s torso as she went down, rubbing against Lacey’s cleavage, and then her belly, and finally coming to a rest near the waistband of Lacey’s panties. Sarah’s hands, in the meantime, clawed against first Lacey’s hips, and then her buttocks, and finally the back of her thighs in a fruitless attempt to hold her body up. Pulling on the blonde’s hair, Lacey yanked Sarah’s face upward to make eye contact. There were tears in Sarah’s eyes – yes, they were definitely tears. Lacey smiled.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Sarah,” Lacey demanded, “Say that I’m better than you.”

“No… Please,” Sarah blubbered, “I can’t…”

Growling menacingly, Lacey secured her hands around the back of Sarah’s head and bent over to secure a standing smother. She gave Sarah a tight squeeze with her arms, pulling the blonde’s face against her jugs. Lacey relaxed her grip after a few seconds and leaned in with her weight, letting gravity do the work. She didn’t hold the smother as long this time – Sarah was clearly fading and Lacey didn’t want her to pass out before she’d been broken. Lacey released Sarah with a flourish, shoving the blonde onto her back.

The blonde groaned as she slowly rolled over and tried to drag herself away from her tormentor. Purring as she sauntered towards her stricken foe, Lacey rolled Sarah onto her back and straddled her. Taking a page out of Jeri Ryan’s playbook, Lacey grabbed Sarah’s hands and placed them against her own shoulders as she bent over and dangled her breasts over the blonde’s face. Sarah began to cry as her arms began to quiver and tremble, unable to hold up Lacey’s weight as she bore down. Her arms finally buckled, and Lacey’s breasts were once more pressed against her face. Lacey giggled as she pinned the blonde’s wrists to the canvas and playfully rubbed her tits back and forth across Sarah’s features. Lacey lifted her chest up, granting the blonde one more reprieve.

“Say it,” Lacey commanded, “Say my name. Tell me that I’m better than you.”

Sarah was crying, on the verge of sobbing uncontrollably. “Please… Please Lacey… Don’t do this,” she pleaded, “I’m your friend… Please don’t do this to me…”

A twinge of guilt ran through Lacey’s spine as she heard the blonde’s words. It had been years since Sarah had genuinely called her a friend… Had she felt that way all along and hidden it behind a mask of pride? Sarah was never one to say things idly… Now, in her moment of complete helplessness, Sarah would never say such a thing unless she meant it. In spite of everything that had happened, could the ever be friends again? Could their falling out have been avoided all along?

“This is your last chance,” Lacey said hardheartedly, “Tell me I’m better. Say it. Now!”

“You’re better,” Sarah cried softly, “You beat me Lacey, and you’re better than me…”

Snarling, Lacey planted her breasts on Sarah’s face and pressed down one last time. Sarah still struggled, but only on instinct. The blonde tried in vain to push up with her hips and she kicked with her legs, but the fire was gone from her struggles. Lacey continued to grind her jugs against Sarah’s face until the blonde’s movement stopped altogether. The blonde lay still, passed out beneath her conqueror – yet another victim in the wake of Lacey’s path of destruction.

Rising to her feet, Lacey stared down at Sarah’s unconscious form, looking over her former friend lying peacefully on the canvas.

“This is all your fault, Sarah!” Lacey shouted as her emotions bubbled to the surface and burst through. Her cries fell on the blonde’s unhearing ears. “It’s your fault we ended up like this… It’s all because of you and your pride! I hope you’re happy… You’ve reaped what you’ve sown!”

Turning away, Lacey marched out of the ring without giving Sarah another look back. As she climbed through the ropes, Lacey wiped the tears from her eyes. They had been shed for the thought of what once was and what could have been.