Jordan v. Victoria Beckham

A story by Dark Cloud.

Soft porn model and media slut, Jordan (real name Katie Price) has always hated former Spice Girl Victoria Beckham. While Jordan regularly got her picture in the UK tabloid papers wearing skanky, skimpy outfits she was always viewed as 'C' class, white trash, while, thanks to her marriage to soccer star David Beckham, Victoria was seen as just a grade below UK Royalty. That really pissed Jordan off. They managed to start a feud in public and constantly made catty remarks about each other in the press. This had been going on for about 5 years when Victoria had had enough. Soon to be leaving for Spain she faced off with Jordan and laid down a challenge to her.
They would fight in the surroundings of Jordan's choice, it would be submission only and for the remainder of that night the loser would have to fully obey the winners commands, whatever they may be. Once the night was over they would totally ignore each other in public and the feud would be over but one of them would, in private be declared the winner in style. Sure she could defeat "the fried egg titted one from the Spice Girls (as she had publicly described Victoria in the past) Jordan accepted and only two weeks later the two faced off in the restroom of an exclusive London club that had been privately rented for the night. For one of these sluts it would be an extremely long and painful night.

Jordan was dressed in one of her usual slutty outfits, pink boots, pink hot pants and a tiny pink boob tube stretched to bursting point by her gigantic inflatable tits. With her face caked in garish make up she looked every inch the prick teasing slapper. Victoria was dressed in all black, leather trousers, and a tight tank top was revealed as she took off an expensive looking leather coat.

Victoria tried to taunt her rival " My god you look even trashier than usual ".

Jordan shrugged it off " This is nothing compared to how you'll look after tonight cunt!"

With that the model launched herself at the singer in a surprise assault to start the fight. Both had brought friends to act as seconds and they quickly stepped back into a corner. Jordan's surprise attack gained her an early advantage as she crashed into Posh's flat chest and the two sprawled onto the floor with Jordan on top. She slapped wildly at Victoria's face connecting with at least 10 hard slaps to her face. Victoria reached up wildly and got hold of some of her foes beautiful hair and pulled hard managing to dislodge her enemy from her chest. If she expected Jordan to scream she was disappointed as she just gritted her teeth, tried to loosen the grip and menacingly said.

" I'll fucking kill you for that Bitch!".

But she never saw Victoria's foot swing back then forward and the toe went straight into the crotch of her pink hotpants. This time Jordan did scream and fell to the floor at Posh Spice's feet. Wasting little time Victoria stamped viciously again on her fallen foe's crotch and all the model could do was try to protect herself by covering the area with her hands.

"Right you dirty Cow, lets get those udders out so I can attack them as well " hissed the former Spice Girl.

And with that she ripped Jordan' top off to reveal her massive bra and mounds of cleavage. Jordan was slowly regaining herself but too slow to prevent Victoria unclipping the bra and hooking it around her neck and slowly start to choke the model out. She crossed the loose straps behind Jordan's neck and pulled hard, within seconds her face started going an unhealthy shade of purple and she was only seconds away from unconsciousness when in a desperate attempt at survival she leaned back and lashed out with her leg. It was pure dumb luck that the toe of her boot caught her rival smack on the bridge of her nose, violently breaking it. Victoria immediately let go of her weapon and reached for her throbbing nose as blood started to flow from it.

Victoria knelt on the carpet crying, her face in absolute agony while Jordan breathed in deep gulps of air and struggled to her feet determined to make the most of her advantage. Once sufficiently recovered she grabbed Victoria roughly by the hair and pulled her to her feet, she barely resisted. Quickly she lifted Victoria's tank top up , but not off so that it trapped her arms above her head and prevented her from seeing. This allowed Jordan to peel off Victoria's black bra and toss it aside then she reached for the small tits trapped before her, clamped her hands over them like claws and started to twist them with all her might.

Victoria screamed at the top of her lungs and her tormentor just laughed, really enjoying herself. After about a minute of this torture she peeled the tank top off Victoria's arms so her mouth was free.

"Want to give up Cunt? So I can really start enjoying myself?"

Despite the pain, the tears and the blood Victoria defiantly spat in her opponents face. Unimpressed Jordan brutally rammed her knee into Victoria's crotch and before she had hit the ground was peeling her leather trousers off. This took much longer than Jordan had intended but she was confident there was no way back for her foe now.

Eventually Victoria Beckham lay before her clad in only a tiny black G-String , which Jordan used to lift her opponent up, stretching it to breaking point and dishing out a painful wedgie in the process, the fabric brutally digging into Victoria's shaved pussy.
Jordan stood behind Victoria and forced her to look in one of the large wall mounted mirrors, then she roughly forced Victoria's raw face onto the surface and started to rub her face hard onto the glass, Victoria squealed and Jordan thought it would only be seconds before she submitted and became her slave for the night. She dreamed of all the vile things she had lined up for the slut to do.

The pause cost her though, as desperately Victoria reached to her right and grabbed a vase from next to a sink and managed to swing it round and crash it onto Jordan's unsuspecting head scattering glass all over the floor and Jordan was stunned before she hit the ground. Victoria leant against the wall trembling , wishing she'd never started this but determined to see it through and make that slut pay for what she'd done to her face.

Slowly she knelt down and pulled off Jordan's hotpants , casually tossing them aside and as she yanked off the pink thong from between Jordan's ass cheeks she could sense the model start to regain consciousness. Quickly she pulled off her own G-String and used it to tie Jordan's wrists together and manoeuvred the model's torso over the top of the glass on the floor.

Jordan looked round as Victoria grabbed her hair.

"Better give up now you Slag."

"Never", answered the model, but there was a real shake in her voice.

"Good!", and with that Victoria forced her rivals body down and started to rub her tits on the glass scattered floor. Then she reached into Jordan's pussy with her sharp nails and pincer like grabbed onto the model's labia twisting it this way and that. Jordan's screams were pitiful but Victoria kept up the torture for at least a minute before stopping and asking her foe.

"Do you give up now ? You'd better because I could quite happily do this until midnight ( it was 7:15 )"

Victoria fully expected a “Yes” but was amazed as Jordan dug deep into her reserves to scream out.

“No. Neverrrr!”

Jordan’s plight seemed hopeless though as the former Spice Girl continued grinding the model’s fake tits onto the glass and when finally she rolled her foe over was delighted to see cuts and scratches all over her breasts. Victoria sat on the larger woman’s chest and delivered a rapid fire series of slaps to Jordan’s face and to her damaged tits, enjoying the sight of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Jordan’s arms were effectively trapped beneath her own body and she could only lie and try to absorb the blows she was taking. The slaps to her face were bad enough but when her foe started turning her cruel attentions to her cut breasts Jordan began to squeal as Victoria’s fingernails sought out her cuts and bruises and sought to damage them further.

There was, however, one good thing to this sustained period of pressure and pain that Jordan was enduring. The slender underwear wrapped around her wrists had come loose and she found her hands free (albeit still clamped beneath her body - she would only be able to use them once the bitch on top of her got off). Feeling something by her hand, Jordan gripped it and held on. But Victoria was in no hurry to get off as she sat on Jordan and rained more and more blows to Jordan’s tits until they were a bruised and cut mess. She asked once more for her opponents submission but again Jordan spat out a denial. That actually was the trigger for Victoria getting up as she stood up and kicked Jordan in the pussy before dragging her roughly by her long hair towards a toilet cubicle.

She kicked the door open and deposited Jordan’s head over the bowl, never noticing that the limp girl’s arms were no longer restrained. It hardly mattered as Victoria forced Jordan’s head deep in the bowl and held it there until she tried to force her head up and then calmly pulled the flush hard and brought a deluge of cold toilet water down on the model’s head.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Jordan, the water died down and Victoria pulled her soaking head from the bowl and slapped her hard once more and again asked for her submission. But as she stood over the kneeling Jordan she never saw her swinging her hand up, exposing the piece of smashed mirror she had gripped earlier and jabbing it desperately into Victoria Beckham’s crotch. Victoria never saw it coming. She had thought it was all over and just a matter of punishing her enemy until she had to submit. Then she felt the intense, sharp pain at her pussy and almost fainted as Jordan held her weapon in there and twisted her wrist, driving it in harder and harder.

Victoria dropped to her knees, her hold on Jordan’s wet hair relinquished and shrieked and put her hands to her injured crotch to try and gain some relief, eventually managing to pry Jordan’s hand away from her. Victoria lay on the cubicle’s tiled floor, doubled up in agony as Jordan, slowly, dragged herself out of the cubicle and somehow found the strength to pull herself up via a sink. On the way her hand passed a metallic pedal bin and after taking a second to try and get some air in her, she lifted the bin and staggered over to the kneeling Victoria, waited until she looked up and slammed the bin down on her forehead, laying her out on the floor.

The singer was dazed and lying flat on her back as Jordan entered the cubicle again, using the walls to keep her upright and snarled down at her opponent.

“Flush me in a toilet would you, you bitch. I’ll show you, I’ll MAKE you a fucking toilet!”, and with that threat she stood over Victoria and began to piss on her mid-fight. Despite her obvious pain, Victoria was still repulsed by this filthy bitch, she had known she was lower class scum but not until she did that did she realise how low she was. But knowing that didn’t stop it and Jordan continued to target Victoria’s face and chest with a spray of piss that humiliated the singer. When the yellow flow finally subsided Jordan placed her foot on Victoria’s face and pushed her sole right into her damaged nose and basically wiping her feet on the singers face.

But as degrading as that was it wasn’t winning Jordan the fight and ignoring her aching body she straddled Posh’s chest and ladled in some serious slaps to her cheeks in between some hard downward punches to Victoria’s smaller breasts. Those blows, though, did not carry nearly the force of her earlier ones, indeed the short and severe fight had been draining on both girls, unused to this type of intensity. Victoria rolled her tired body and managed to dislodge her attacker and slowly the combatants made it to their knees facing each other, their wounds as evident as their determination to win.

They launched themselves at the other concurrently, their long nails seeking out the others hair and ripping at it wildly while trading insults.

“Fucking Bitch!”

“Dirty cow!”

Jordan gained the advantage by releasing her hold on Victoria’s hair and once again jamming her fist into her enemies busted nose. Victoria grunted and tried to maintain her own attack but was well aware her face could hardly withstand another blow to her nose without it being too much for her. Keeping her head as far back as she could she concentrated her attacks on Jordan’s injured breasts, using her nails to scratch them further. Then she hit pay dirt, her thumb and index finger nails managing to trap Jordan’s right nipple directly between the sharp nails. Jordan screamed and immediately her hands flew to her breast to protect it and almost by instinct she flipped herself up and wrapped her long legs around the models midsection. Before Jordan could even realise what she had done, Victoria managed to tightly cross her ankles on the other side of Jordan’s midriff and begin to squeeze with all her might.

Victoria Beckham could be accused of many things but being unfit was not one of them and she spent many an hour at the gym toning and strengthening her thighs and calves. Now, almost by accident she had stumbled into the move which could do maximum damage to her opponent. Although Jordan was in good shape herself, much of it was superficial (like her personality) and her apparently tight abs and stomach were more a result of the visual effect of her huge tits and photographers airbrushing techniques. And as Victoria squeezed her powerful legs with all her remaining might, Jordan knew she was in big trouble.

She lashed out desperately with her arms but as Victoria leaned right back, ironically tightening her vice like legs even tighter, Jordan couldn’t reach her and all she could do was nip and claw at Victoria’s thigh around her chest. But Victoria did not relent an inch, rather she tried to tighten her grip even more and each time she did, Jordan’s hands flew away from her legs. It was perfect for the singer as she lay back and recovered somewhat and pored more and more pressure on her foe and she was delighted to note that Jordan’s efforts to escape were getting weaker and weaker by the second.

“Come on bitch, submit! Submit!”

Jordan could barely managed to muster the breathe to say “No”. But it was hardly convincing.

Victoria just kept up the pressure and squeezed even hard and as she lay there hooked her fingers on her right hand into a Tiger’s claw like formation and with Jordan otherwise occupied and not seeing it coming, swung her claw up and jammed them into Jordan’s reachable right breast. Together with the constricting legs squeezing the life out of her this new assault was suddenly too much for Jordan, she just wanted to be free from the vice like grip

Any self control Jordan had was gone and she cried out " Yes. I give up . I submit. I surrender . Please stop , I'm begging you. Pleeease".

Despite her pain Victoria smiled, she ordered Jordan's second ( fellow model Leilani ) to leave and ordered that Jordan be handcuffed for her return. When she returned from the hospital an hour later with her nose sorted ( it hadn't been as bad a break as first feared ) she had plenty of time for what she planned to do to her long time rival.

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Victoria returned to the restroom wearing a trench coat , she entered and saw at once the naked, beaten form of Jordan laying against one of the toilet cubicles, her hands handcuffed behind her back . With the amount of crying she had done her tarty make up had run considerably. Victoria smiled at her slave and unwrapped the trench coat to reveal a skintight black PVC catsuit , she looked every inch the dominatrix.

"Get over here Slut", she demanded, Jordan hesitated so Victoria strode over to her and dragged her roughly by her hair to the centre of the room.

"You'd better be quicker next time I give you an order Slut otherwise I'll make you feel pain like you'd never believe. Understand ?"

Jordan meekly nodded.

"Good. Now kiss my boots . I want to see you grovel before me "

As Jordan set about this task Victoria reached behind her and lifted an object from a bag she had brought in . Jordan looked up and was swiftly slapped across her cheek and told to keep her eyes on her mistress's feet. Victoria strapped on the biggest dildo in existence. It was 15" in length and about 4" in girth and in shiny black plastic the effect when strapped to her catsuit was magnificent

"You may look up now Slut."

Jordan looked up and immediately winced when she saw the size of it.

"Well slut , what do you think of this beauty?"

"You can't put that in my pussy , it's too big , it'll kill me."

"That's OK slut because it's not going in your filthy cunt . No this ( pointing to the huge fake cock ) is going straight up your arsehole."

Jordan started to cry and beg but Victoria cut her off.

"And I'll tell you something else Slut , I have no intention of using any lubrication so you've got 60 seconds ( she starts a stopwatch in her hand ) to use your mouth to get it nice and wet."

Realising the hopelessness of her situation Jordan got to her knees and began to stretch forward to use her mouth to at least wet the monster dick that would soon be invading her shithole but mere centimetres from the tip of the dildo she felt someone grab her hair from behind and prevent her tongue reach the plastic.

"Ah Jodie , so glad you could come", Victoria greeted her guest , former lap dancer Jodie Marsh who had also recently been having a fierce war of words with Jordan in the UK press.

"I wouldn't have missed this for the world Victoria ", said Jodie as she continued to hold Jordan's head back by her hair. Jodie was dressed in a typically trashy outfit of white bra and shorts with a silver dog collar chain acting as a kinky necklace.

"Well that's your minute up so I hope that is nice and moist otherwise this could really hurt " purred Victoria as she pushed Jordan onto her front, her giant tits keeping her face from smacking the ground . As her victim cried and begged Victoria thrust forcefully and fully invaded Jordan's dry arsehole . She fucked her like a wild animal for at least 10 minutes and when eventually she withdrew the massive tool Jordan's arsehole gaped like a drain without it's cover. Both her tormentors had a good laugh telling Jordan how wrecked it was.

“Right Bitch I want you to eat out Jodie now, you’ve been bad mouthing her so much, I want to see your filthy mouth put to some good use now!” , demanded Victoria while Jodie chuckled.

Jordan grimaced, bad enough that she had lost to her rival but being made to eat out another rival, who hadn’t even beaten her in the fight was too much and she mustered all the defiance she could to spit at Victoria. It was a futile gesture.

“OK, Jodie lets ‘convince’ her shall we” , said Victoria as she pushed Jordan over.

Once she was helpless on her back they each took one of the model's gigantic boobs and spent the next half hour torturing her tits, scratching, biting, squeezing and mauling them until they started to discolour badly. Eventually Jordan accepted her fate and wimpered tearfully "OK.OK. I'll do it".

Timidly her mouth slowly opened and Jodie gleefully stripped down her shorts and squatted over her media rival, planting her shaven pussy over the waiting lips below her.

"Shut the fuck up you snivelling Whore ! We're nearly finished just one thing then I'll go back to my family and forget about you forever."

While this was going on Jodie was busy plugging in something that Jordan couldn't see.

"Ready?" asked Victoria.

"Yeah, bring the Slut over " answered Jodie . As she said this Jordan saw what was in Jodie's hand - a large electric shaver , which she handed over to Victoria who wasted little time in tackling Jordan's beautiful long hair with it. She loved shaving the luxurious hair off her head but rather than making her scalp totally bald she left ugly clumps of hair scattered over her once beautiful head. Uncuffing Jordan , Victoria and Jodie tidied up as they prepared to leave. Victoria put on her long trench coat and made to leave by a side door in case she was caught leaving by the papparazzi Jodie had arranged to be waiting outside the main entrance.

"Put these on Slut " throwing a pair of tight denim cut-offs and a white T-Shirt with "Property Of Jodie Marsh" across the front. To finish Jodie took a smelly old leather dog collar out and strapped it tightly around Jordan's neck and pulled hard on the leash. "Come on doggy it's time to face your press. I can't wait for the papers tomorrow" and with that Jodie pulled Jordan through the doors to a mass of photographers amazed at what they were seeing but knowing this was great stuff to sell.