Home for the Holidays

By SuperCat

“I fucking hate holidays.”
Stephanie Wright sighed as she pulled up the road that led to her parent’s house, though in her mind “house” was a far too prosaic word. It was a fucking mansion. Twenty rooms, gables, columns, hedges out front, pool in the back, a fucking butler for Christ’s sake.
“Why do I put myself though this year after year? Is it SO worth it to fulfill my fucked up sense of family obligation? I mean would they even give a shit if I didn’t come? Just called up and said “Mom, Dad, I’m staying in Baltimore this year, love you!” and sent a Thanksgiving card? It’s not like I have a grandchild for them to dote on…as they never fail to remind me of…I mean all I really bring to the table here is a bass guitar, a shattered marriage, and a sense of utter disappointment and failure in their eyes.”
And not to mention it was a long and shitty drive from Maryland to Westhampton, CT on Thanksgiving morning. Stephanie hated having to get up at the time she would normally be going to sleep.
“Got to make myself look as pretty as I can, make my hair look like they want me to, dress up right, put on make-up and fucking jewelry? And why, to sit in traffic on I-fucking-95 for six hours to get treated like some red headed stepchild by Danny, his cunt of a Stepford wife, and the rest of them?”
The analogy was frankly apt. Although everybody else in her family was Connecticut prep-school blonde, including her brother and sister in law, Stephanie was born with deep red hair. This was quite confusing to her parents until her grandmother on her mother’s side, and the only defender she had ever had in the family, noted it came from her genes. Granny Ruth noted she had a strain of Red Irish as pure as heaven through her line and in fact, Sharon Wright (nee Patrick) was the aberration as her daughter by being blonde.
They still treated her like an outcast, always had. Danny and Susan had always been the golden children: tall, blonde, and athletic, she a lacrosse star, he all state at soccer, while she preferred to sit out back with her guitar and pick out folk and hippie songs.
She supposed it could have been worse. Being treated with contempt and disdain was worse than the screaming matches other families had, but Stephanie in a way wished her parents had tried that, it would have at least shown they cared enough to be passionate about their middle child.
The only thing they had ever agreed with her on was her choice of husband, and she would later admit she had picked Lawrence in her one attempt to please them. He had come into the coffee shop in Fells Point she was playing at on open mic night and the young med school student at Hopkins was immediately taken with her. Stephanie in turn viewed him as her one chance to win back the love of her family, because in her twenty two year old heart she still cared and still yearned to be accepted.
Her parents threw her a dream wedding and they were married by the shores of the Chesapeake Bay. Stephanie Wright became Stephanie Twimmons and she finally felt like she might have a chance to be, if not the person her family wanted her to be, close enough to where she could pass for it.
And then it all fell apart two years later, in a downward spiral of a miscarriage segueing into drug abuse and then into physical abuse. She had finally walked out for good when he had beaten her bloody the day after her 25th birthday when she had wanted to go to a concert and he demanded she stay home with him.
But when she got back around her family looking for comfort, it became obvious to her that they all, ALL blamed her for everything, and her Granny Ruth, her only confidant and defender on those awkward and tense days when she would visit for Thanksgiving or Christmas, had passed on two years previous, a victim at 77 of the Virginia Slims she smoked like a chimney.
They ALL blamed her.
They wouldn’t come out and say it, but she knew. Stephanie Wright may have danced to her own tune but she wasn’t fucking stupid. They thought she had miscarried because she was doing drugs (not true), that Lawrence had turned on her because she was doped up (partially true, but her dear ex-hubby was the one with the REAL Oxycontin monkey) and that she had failed him as a wife by never growing up (probably guilty, but Stephanie always thought just because you got older didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun).
So for the last three years, every time she went home for the fucking holidays it was all this “look down your nose, snide aside comments” bullshit. They all treated her like she was this drug addled loser who couldn’t carry a child and had thrown away a marriage to a man who could have provided for her for life in the style THEY were accustomed to.
To hear it from her parents was one thing, she expected it from them and as her parents, she hated the way they treated her, but she supposed as parents it was the way of such things if they wanted to judge her. She still loved them in spite of it all; they were her fucking family for Christ’s sake.
But to have to take that bullshit from her fucking brother and sister in law…
Susan was three years older and they had never been close; she was as patrician as they came and she married a Yalie and moved to Rhode Island. She and Thomas were part of that yacht club set and that was what they wanted to be. They looked down their noses at Stephanie, but from them it was a matter of course for them and they were old enough to pretend to simply be above it all.
Christ, Stephanie felt like even their fucking kids looked down on her. Snotty spoiled ass brats were what those two were.
But to have to take a raft of shit from Danny and Barbara was just too much.
Her little brother had gotten away with pretty much everything and got away with it because he kept up his appearances. He was that blonde/blue preppy that every movie about the upper crust snots of New England showed to the world and he knew it and he LOVED to play the part.
And he had married somebody just like himself in Barbara Boldin.
Stephanie remembered her from high school, and she was a stuck up little bitch then; age and marriage into the Wright family line, which could trace itself back to the days of Plymouth, had only enabled her superiority complex. She had been snarky as hell to Stephanie from the day she joined the family, and she hadn’t cultivated Susan and Thomas’s “above it all” ability to at least not get involved with it most of the time.
It got even worse when she and Danny had had their child two years ago. Now on top of all the other mean spirited jibes thrown her way, Stephanie had to deal with that. That she was somehow inferior to the blonde because she had miscarried those years ago.
It was bad enough for the redhead to deal with her own guilt on the matter, no matter how unjustified, but to have to get shit on for it by some bitch who hardly knew her and wasn’t even a blood relation made her seethe inside.
Just being around them took all the life out of Stephanie. Made her feel like a worthless loser, even though she knew full fucking well she wasn’t. There was nothing wrong with the lifestyle she chose to live and she paid her own bills. She didn’t care that she drove a 2001 Prelude as opposed to a new model Lexus SUV and rented an apartment in Baltimore as opposed to owning a 5000 square foot mansion and she was a freelance writer for artsy newspapers who played bass in jazz clubs when she got a chance as opposed to being some fucking socialite.
On the whole just thinking about it gave her a fucking headache.
So as she navigated the back roads after leaving the Merritt that took her to her family’s palatial fucking mansion she was filled with the dread of somebody who knew they were on their way to their own execution, but was powerless to stop it.
She lit up a Marlboro Light and inhaled, the smoke putting her mind at ease. She wished she could stop and smoke a huge bowl before she got there, but getting busted for smoking pot in the car by some nosy cop wasn’t her deal. Maybe later, after everybody else had gone to bed or nodded out during the second half of the Cowboys game.
About ten minutes later she made the left that took her though the gated fence and around the tree lined drive drive that ended in a circle in front of casa de Wright.
Stephanie tossed her butt out the window.
“The Wright House” she said to herself, and had to bite back a sudden urge to giggle hysterically, put the little Honda into Drive, get the fuck up to Vermont and hide in a bed and breakfast there for a few days.
She sighed deeply and swallowed back what she could swear was bile on her tongue, then she checked herself in the rear view mirror to make sure she was as presentable as she could make herself all things considered, and stepped out of the car. The drive was lined end to end with luxury cars, the Mercedes and Lexus SUV’s of her brother and sister, the dual BMW’s of her parents, and her Grandpa’s Jag. Her dented and scratched little Honda stood out like a turd on a marble floor.
Stephanie sadly shook her head, said softly: “Ok Steph, its showtime” and mounted the front stairs.

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“Miss Stephanie, a pleasure to see you.”
James had been her parent’s servant as long as she could remember. It had always kinda disgusted her that her parents would actually have a “servant” in the first place, and Stephanie had never, ever asked the man to do anything for her out of principle. But he was quiet and kindly, and she had accepted that he was doing his job, and Stephanie assumed for being a slave he was paid quite a bit more than he would have expected to earn most anyplace else.
She gave him a hug and laughed as his eyes widened in surprise.
“Thank you James, and a Happy Thanksgiving to you! Don’t bother, I’ll find the rest of the family on my own and I know where my bedroom is, I’ll take my bags up myself thanks.”
He gave her the ghost of a smile, which was as good as a bawdy laugh from anybody else, and waved her through towards the back where she knew the family was gathered. She demurred though, and went to take her bags up to her room. She knew the way; she slept in the same bedroom every year when she came here.

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Stephanie laid her suitcase out next to her bed and put her toiletries in the bathroom, then she checked herself out in the full length mirror the same way she did every year.
“They’ll all think I’m slutty, but damn it I think I look good.”
In fact her skirt was only cut about three inches above her knee over her black garter belt. Her black blouse was positively restrained, not that Stephanie had a huge set of tits to blow it out anyway (her breasts were nice and round, but definitely not more than a handful). Her long, deep red, hair was parted on one side and hung in along soft wave over one shoulder.
She actually smiled for maybe the first time that day.
“It’s too bad the only standard of beauty they ever knew is blonde and blue. I haven’t wished I had a man in months, but I feel sexy right now, I wish I had somebody to appreciate it and tell me so.”
She kissed her hand and touched it softly to the mirror. To her shock the gesture to herself made tears well in her catlike green eyes.
“Stop that! Come on Steph, pull yourself together, you’re about to walk into a buzzsaw and here you go getting all mooshy inside.”
“Well, maybe I can give them all one more chance to accept me. After all its Thanksgiving, anything is possible on a holiday. Hell, maybe the Lions will even win the early game.”
Stephanie had to laugh to herself at that, and then she gave herself one last appraising look, turned and went to meet her family again.

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Stephanie sat on the bed and wept, the tears flowed like a river in the spring.
It had taken five hours.
Not her worst showing ever, there had been years where she hadn’t even made it to dinner, but still. It had only taken five hours for them to bring her to this.
“I should have known better, should never have come. Assholes. Except Grandpa Charlie, all of them. I wish I was dead.”
And she looked inside herself and bitterly found it was the truth.
Her cautious optimism when she walked down the stairs had lasted less than half an hour. Most of it was dashed in the cold indifference of her father and brothers, the blue blood club sipping their scotch in the club room. Only her grandpa, dozing lightly in the chair by the window and watching Detroit get its usual ass beating, had even perked up when she appeared. He had given her a strong and real hug and had whispered in her ear in his usual soft voice how glad he was she had made it. The only other real warmth she had felt from any of them was when she felt her skin crawl as her brother in law’s eyes scanned her body up and down, obviously thinking himself so suave she didn’t notice.
It had been enough right there to make her want to scream and run for the door.
It had only gotten worse when she had joined the ladies.
On the whole she would prefer cold indifference and creepy lustful glances to snarky comments and whispered asides.
Snarky, hell. They were just flat out MEAN. And their obvious leader was now her sister in law; the beautiful blonde who even two years after birth was still in the full glow of motherhood.
Motherhood.
Something she was sure not to let Stephanie forget.
“Oh, it’s such a joy to have a little one around the house. Danny and I are so happy this time of year. Oh, Stephanie, it’s such a shame you’re alone, you really should be doing better for yourself.”
“It’s lovely to be able to drink wine again, it was such a shame not being able to indulge when you’re with a child, you know, it can lead to a miscarry…”
“So, you’re not seeing anybody now, are you? How can you not find a nice man in a city as big as that? Not that you’d keep him anyway obviously, but still…”
Stephanie had tried to take her mind off it all by offering to help her parent’s female servants, Conchita and Maria, a very sweet Spanish lady and her attractive daughter, with preparations for dinner, but they had demurred, and Barbara had slid in another unkind cut: “You wouldn’t want to help anyway; you know your oven isn’t very good.”
After that she had excused herself and had gone out back for a cigarette. She felt like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
She had looked for sanctuary with Susan and Thomas’s kids as they played X-Box on the TV in one of the back play rooms.
“Hey! How you doing?”
“Fine. Playin a game.”
“Awesome, I love playing video games. Can I play too?”
The older boy studied her for a moment.
“Sure, you can play, but you have to let me win.”
“Well, that’s not very sporting.”
“Why? My mommy and daddy say you’re a loser, why wouldn’t you let me win?”
Stephanie had become a ghost after that, a silent presence in the background. She saw her mother, sister and sister in law exchange glances at her, whisper and then giggle like naughty schoolgirls, felt the cold, lizardlike, rejection of the men, (Grandpa Charlie had taken the easy way out and fell asleep in the chilly afternoon sun, catlike) the giggles and distain of the children.
Yes, even the fucking children looked down on her.
Stephanie was just hoping to be able to make it through dinner and beat a graceful retreat, to go lick her wounds in private without the whole family giving her another “oh, there’s Stephanie, at it again..” moment.
But they wouldn’t just let her be.
As she poked her food around on her plate disinterestedly, her mother broke a piece of silence to ask her what was wrong. Like she didn’t know she was just putting something out there to get hit out of the park.
Susan couldn’t resist. “Oh Mother, you know my dear sister prefers her turkey cold.”
Stephanie felt her blood turn to ice water with that. The look she shot her sister would have cracked the sky, but Susan just smiled smugly back at her.
The last straw came just as Conchita sat the pie and coffee down during halftime of the Cowboys game. Her brother had turned to his wife and tipsily asked her what she was most thankful for this year. Barbara had taken a moment and swirled her wine in her glass, then she had looked directly at Stephanie and said “I’m thankful I can keep a man and have a baby.”
It wasn’t so much that she said it, and said it to Stephanie, that caused her to suddenly get up and say “I don’t feel very well, I think I need to go lie down…” It was that not one single one of them said anything back to defend her. Didn’t even bat a fucking EYELASH.
Well, at least Grandpa Charlie had batted an eyelash, her commotion stirred the old man and she swore she saw a flash of life in those old tired eyes as she quickly got out of the dining room.
She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of melting down in public though. She was done letting them see her pain and taste her tears.
But as soon as she closed that bedroom door, pain and tears were all she had.

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It took Stephanie a good hour to cry herself out. But eventually no matter how sad a person is, there are only so many tears a human body can produce.
She once again bitterly wished she was dead. She even wished for the first time in three years she had fucking painkillers. And she hated them for making her wish that.
She was exhausted, and beaten in every way. Stephanie took off her black dress and unhooked her garters, unrolling them down her long, smooth legs. Normally, this would make her feel sexy as hell, but she took no pleasure. She took off her shirt and bra and threw the whole shebang in a pile next to the opulent bed. She put on some long, dark green, warm socks and a pair of little workout shorts, threw on a “PROPERTY OF MARYLAND ATHLETICS” shirt, and crawled under the covers.
She wanted to cry even more, she debated smoking a bowl and blowing the smoke out of her window, but instead she just listened to the endless parade of Christmas commercials on the TV and was asleep in minutes in spite of herself.

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She awoke from a nightmare where her ex-husband was beating the living shit out of her, sitting straight upright in bed with a crazed gasp.
It took her a moment to realize where she was, and the tears started up again as she remembered one Thanksgiving not too long ago in this very room where he had slapped the shit out of her after he felt one of her emotional scenes at dinner had embarrassed him in front of her family. She tasted the blood on her lips once again even though it was just a memory.
“I gotta stop this, oh my god Steph baby, this is SO unhealthy!”
She took a moment to brace herself and she had a cigarette, letting the smoke linger on her tongue as the nicotine raced through her body.
She felt a little better. She had to admit the death sticks did have a purpose.
Stephanie suddenly realized she was famished. She had hardly eaten anything at all for dinner.
“You know, I could really, really go for a slice of pie and a glass of milk right now. Nobody else is going to be up, it’s one AM. I could just sneak downstairs and grab a slice, come back up here, maybe smoke some pot and just fade away.”
As she was leaving she caught herself once again in the full length mirror. Her long auburn hair was mussed from being under the covers and her eyes were puffy and red from crying, but her body was long and firm, her breasts pointy being braless under her shirt, her tummy flat, if not a sixer, and her legs long on her 5’8” form.
“Fuck them. I’m beautiful and I’m worthy and they can never take that away from me.”
She smiled in spite of herself and quietly slid out the door.

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The house was silent as a crypt at midnight as she made her way into the kitchen. The light above the sink was on and the electric sconces on the other side of the room threw shadows back the other way. Stephanie could hear the slight wind rustle the Connecticut Oaks outside. For a house that must be worth several million dollars she felt a shiver in the draft of the windows.
She went to the huge fridge and opened it up. She spotted the pie tin immediately, and was pleasantly surprised to feel her mouth water. She grabbed it and the Cool Whip and placed it on the granite countertop.
“It’s true, no matter how shitty life is and how down you are, a piece of pie will brighten you up. And no matter how much your family sucks and makes your holidays a living fucking hell, it isn’t Thanksgiving without a piece of fucking pumpkin pie.”
She was rooting around looking for a knife and a fork when she heard a rustle.
Then the light overhead went on.
“Stephanie…you fucking bitch…”
Her blood didn’t just run cold, it froze.

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Stephanie felt like a mouse that had been trapped by a cat.

"Hi Barb, whats going on?"

Stephanie could immediately tell two things:

1. Barbara was tipsy, if not drunk. Stephanie wondered how much wine they had sloshed down after she had her meltdown and left.
2. Barbara had just had sex with her brother. Stephanie knew the tousled look of the dark blonde hair that reached almost to her shoulders in soft waves and the certain glow any woman that just got fucked acquires. She was wearing a black teddy, stockings that reached past her knees and a silk robe, half belted at the waist.

The blonde considered her and the redhead felt her hair stand on end. Barbara was indeed looking at her as if considering a second helping of dinner.

The blonde gently licked her lips.

"Why do you even bother coming for these red? I mean, nobody really wants you here, yet you come anyway."

"It's MY family Barbara; though honestly, I don't know why I fucking come back either. But that isn't any of YOUR business."

"Oh yes, yes it, is, because this is MY family now. And YOU, you drug addled slut, you ruin it for everybody."

"Fuck you Barbara. Just fuck you, you have NO idea."

"Oh I know. Yes, I know and I just say the things we all think bitch. Nobody has the guts to tell you never to come back, but I will."

"Maybe I'll keep coming just to spite you." Stephanie was starting to see red. The nerve of this fucking asshole.

"I plan on making sure you WON'T. See, I don't just have the guts to say something, I have the guts to do what needs to be done to make SURE you don't come back."

She advanced a few steps towards Stephanie, who took a step backwards involuntarily.

"Wha...what do you think you're doing?"

"I just came down to get some stuffing after I got stuffed myself by your dear baby brother, but oh, I'm gonna be able to clean my plate AND take out the trash red."

Stephanie stood her ground. She found she wasn't afraid, whether this fucking cunt was drunk, crazy or what, she wasn't going to back down.

"Try it blondie."

"I am, and I'm going to kick your ass. Compared to what I'm going to do to you, a miscarriage or dope withdrawal is going to feel like heaven."

Stephanie's hand had reached out and slapped the woman before she even knew she had thought it.

Barbara returned the slap. Stephanie's fair skin had a red palm print on the cheek.

Stephanie fired off another palm. Barbara's head turned with the blow, her blonde hair whipped out in the air.

She faced the redhead. "Let's dance red. I beat your ass you don't ever come back."

"I might not anyway, but you've had this coming for years you fucking skank."

Barbara tilted her head towards the back room that led off the kitchen, it had been mostly cleared out and was used as another day room, her two year old had been playing in there most of the day.

"Not here...there."

"Okay. Let's go settle this woman to woman."

"No, woman to fucked up headcase slut firecrotch CUNT!"

Stephanie felt her face turn crimson. She turned and stalked back towards the day room.

As she reached the doorway, she heard the slither of stockings on the floor behind her.

Then she felt a foot solidly planted in her back and she was flying across the room.

She fell over her sock-clad feet and tumbled across the floor. She heard the blonde in hot pursuit. As she came out of the roll, she felt that same stocking clad foot connect right in her stomach and then another wild kick that hit her in her tits.

Stephanie tried to play defense, tried to stop the onslaught, but Barbara reached down and grabbed her by her t-shirt and pulled her forward. Stephanie's shirt gave up with a *RRRIIIIP* and split down the front, then Barbara was on her, smothering her against the wall, fists swinging with fury. Stephanie took shots to her face, her head, and her ribs and then the blonde stood up and began with the kicking again. A foot that crushed her left breast, one to her stomach, and Stephanie was in terrible pain, confused and fighting for her life.

She sent her hands out wildly, but Barbara blocked them all and Stephanie could hear the blonde chuckle.

“Gonna kick you the fuck out of this family cunt!”

Stephanie could hear Barbara backing up and she opened her eyes. She saw her sister in law getting ready to take a start before kicking her onto next week.

Her green eyes got wide, but her instincts let her force the woman to commit before she moved. Barbara’s foot hit the wall with a solid *thunk* and she yelped and hopped on one foot. Stephanie swiveled on her butt and kicked out her own foot, knocking the blonde back a couple steps, and then she lurched out with her hand and felt the most satisfying feeling she had felt in years as her hand hit Barbara right in the black fabric between her legs.

The blonde squealed and dropped to her knees, holding her pussy. Stephanie got herself away from the wall and got to her own knees, claws out. She launched herself at Barbara, who got her hands up in defense and grabbed onto the redhead, twisting her over her shoulder. They rolled across the carpet, scratching savagely at one another, legs intertwined in crotch to crotch combat, knees searching for an opening.

Barbara’s knee found the opening first as she came out on top of a roll and jammed it into Stephanie’s pussy, rubbing it onto the top of the redheads mound. Stephanie gave a moaning yelp and she felt herself lose all muscle control in her agony, her arms flopped to the carpet and she lay on her back.

The blonde smiled evilly and took advantage.

“Scream for me you fucking headcase slut!”

Her nails found Stephanie’s perky breasts. About a handful? Perfect sized for savage mauling. Barbara gripped them and sunk her claws in, working her thumbnails against the redhead’s small red nipples.
She still ground the knee between Stephanie’s legs.

Stephanie felt tears in her eyes; she had never been in such pain. The redhead had never been in a fight before. She walked her own path, but she tried her best to be a gentle soul, and had paid a violent price, but this was far worse than any beating Lawrence had ever given her. He had never attacked her tits and her pretty kitty. She knew it was only going to get worse if she didn’t do something.

Barbara wasn’t interested in stopping though. She pulled Stephanie off the carpet by her tits and slammed her back to the floor, knocking her head to the carpet. Growing bored of tormenting Stephanie’s tits, she began slapping the redhead as hard as she could.

As Stephanie just lay there and cried, Barbara got up and grabbed her sweatpant shorts and with one smooth motion, pulled them and her little panties right off.

“Look at you!” she sneered in total contempt. “Of course you just cry like a baby, it’s all I ever see you do. Not that you’ll ever hear a baby cry.”

She grabbed one of Stephanie’s legs and turned her over, and then she moved over the woman’s back and leaned back into a single legged crab.

“Oh yeah, I love this. I’ve waited so long to beat you to a bloody pulp, I’m so sick of you ruining my holidays by being here. You’ll never show your face in this house again when I’m done with you!”

She used her nails to scratch the insides of Stephanie’s thighs and then she jammed three fingers into her vagina. Stephanie went crazy in her pain and humiliation and she kicked her foot to the floor, but her warm sock slid on the plush pile carpet, which put more pressure on her poor back and she gasped and cried out again. Barbara raked the insides of her sugar walls and pulled her hand out. She wiped them on Stephanie’s sexy thighs and reached down and grabbed a handful of the redhead’s nicely trimmed bush.

Stephanie had always been proud of her red pubic hair. Now though, she had a little less of it to be proud of.

“Fucking firecrotch. I have no idea what fucked up part of the gene pool you came from you skank whore but somebody must have been wading in the shallow end. “

Barbara threw her hair to the carpet and reached back, REALLY putting the pressure on Stephanie’s spine. She reached all the way back and grabbed her sister in law by her long auburn locks and PULLED them as hard as she could.

Stephanie hissed and let loose a long howl. It felt like her head was on fire and her back was about to snap. Plus her poor, poor pussy…

She knew she HAD to do something fast. She couldn’t lose to this vile piece of shit.

Moving with a desperation borne of deepest need, Stephanie lashed out with her free leg. She knocked into the blonde’s right leg just enough to knock her off balance. Worrying that she was going to twist her own caught leg like pulling off a drumstick, she rolled over and again kicked Barbara’s legs further apart, this gave her enough room to reach back with her hand and insert her own claws into the blonde’s silky panties.

“BITCH!” Barbara hissed as the redhead’s fingers found her clit. She knew she had to try something else, but she was content to find new ways to punish this whore. She let go of her hold and turned around to inflict more punishment.

Stephanie was free but she knew the blonde was coming back hard for her as soon as she could. So she bit back the aches in her battered body and went on the attack.

She felt as much as saw the blonde coming for her and she lunged forward, throwing out her right fist. The sense of relief she felt when it plunged so deep into Barbara’s lower belly it felt like it was going to come out the other side was almost palpable.

Barbara folded in half and lost her air in a *WHOOSH*. She made a gagging cough and began to sink to her knees again, a look of utter shock on her face. Stephanie launched her whole body following her punch and the top of her head smashed right into Barbara’s face. The blonde flew backwards across the room and landed on her back, her hand lazily going to her bloody nose.

Stephanie got to her feet. “Ok blondie. Now it’s my fucking turn. You shouldn’t have stuck your ugly bitch face into my family business!”

She leapt at her supine enemy, her magnificent body crashing down on Barbara stomach. Barbara made a strangled sound and tried to scream, but only a whistling sound came out. Stephanie tore into Barbara’s teddy, ripping the lacey garment from her luscious body, exposing her creamy skin. The redhead mounted her enemy and wrapped one hand around Barbara’s throat and slammed her head to the carpet and with the other, she gleefully returned the breast torment she had received earlier. The blonde’s tits were bigger than her own, but floppier. The redhead got her claws up underneath them and PULLED up as hard as she could. Remembering how fucking painful it was for her; she got her own thumbnail RIGHT above Barbara’s nipple and dug it in as hard as she could. Then she went to the other tit and did the same. The blonde was starting to choke under Stephanie’s hand, and her eyes were wide with fear and pain, she was trying desperately to get the air to express her anguish.

“Every fucking year you got something nasty to say to me! And what have I done to you ever? Fucking NOTHING! I always tried to be nice to you! Always tried to be nice to EVERYBODY! And what do you do? Shit on me because you don’t like the way I choose to fucking LIVE?”

She raked her nails across Barbara’s large pink areola and then in sheer anger she punched the woman anyplace she could; a couple shots to the face, a hammerlike blow to those tits, and then she scooted back to lay into Barbara’s stomach, just barely managing to keep her in the choke.

She found she absolutely loved the way her hand sounded when it smacked into Barbara's taut abdominal muscles. So solid, so...satisfying. So she released her choke and swiveled about so her ass was on top of the blonde's face and she was facing her belly. Both hands rained blows into Barbara's stomach. The creamy, smooth skin turned red from the battering and underneath her ass, she could hear the blonde's moans of torment getting louder.

She decided to humiliate her enemy and rubbed her ass and pussy all over Barbara's face. She REALLY loved the way it felt and she began to find herself getting wet as she went about her work. She almost lost herself in her pleasure, but a little part of her that was still rational knew she wasn't going to beat this piece of garbage down like this and she had to punish rather than reach climax right now. So she reluctantly moved off of the blonde’s face and put her ass right under her chin, this allowed her to get to...oh yes, that blonde pussy.

The lacy black panties came off without any effort, and Barbara's shaven beauty was on display for Stephanie to go to work.

And go to work she did. One hand became an avenging claw, grabbing the whole shebang and twisting and pulling on it, with her other she went to work on Barbara's sensitive womanly hood, her nails pinching and digging into the sensitive flesh. The blonde went crazy in pain underneath her, thrashing about, her stockinged feet beating wildly on the carpet. She tried to bite the redhead in the ass to no avail.

"GONNA QUIT AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YOU WHORE?" she snarled.

"Fuck you psycho slut, never quit to you! Hate you crazy bitch."

"God I fucking hate holidays!" Stephanie said, as much to herself as anything. "Too many assholes I avoid the rest of the fucking year for a REASON!"

She released Barbara's pussy and grabbed onto her thrashing legs, right behind the stockinged knees. She pulled Barbara over in a matchbook pin, her nails ripping the black stockings to shreds as she tore through to get at any flesh she could. She leaned back as far as she could, trying to fold the blonde bitch in half.

"Quit you stepford wife cunt! PLEAAAAAAAAHHHHH"

The redhead’s demands were sent spiraling as Barbara got her hand into her hair and pulled as hard as she could, and with the look in her blue eyes of the devil herself she sent her other hand between Stephanie’s firm ass cheeks.

The redhead forgot about anything else and tried to get away from her new torment but Barbara used her hair as a handle and pulled her backwards, crashing to the carpet, then she smashed Stephanie's face to the plush pile several times and even rubbed it in, smearing blood from Stephanie’s nose and mouth onto the pile.

"I'll gladly pay to have the fucking rugs cleaned after this. Well worth it to be rid of a diseased skank whore like you Stephanie."

She pulled back on Stephanie's long auburn hair, bending her torso up, and she raked her nails across her chest with her other hand, ravaging her poor breasts yet again.

"Not gonna be so fucking firm after I'm done with you. Can't have kids so I'm gonna do the job of distending them for you!”

Stephanie felt like she was about to break, between the physical and the mental torment it was too much for her. "I'm just a human being, I'm not fucking superwoman, why me?"

But something inside her, the same spark that always told her to follow her own path, told her to go on, that pain was only temporary, but to lose here would be something...permanent in her soul.

Barbara slammed her knee directly into the redhead’s lower spine, and with one last smash to the floor, switched from her hair and grabbed Stephanie under the chin and pulled her back up again. With her other hand, she slashed across Stephanie's hairline, opening a cut, and then she sent blows raining to the woman's face.

After a few, Stephanie ceased to offer much resistance, and Barbara shoved her face to the floor in utter contempt.

She got off the hurt redhead and prodded her with her foot. Stephanie groaned weakly, but gave a sharp gasp as the blonde followed up with a sharp kick to her ribs. She rolled over on her back, looking up with anger and fear into the face of her enemy.

Barbara was winded but ready for more. She reached down and wiped her finger in the trickle of blood running down Stephanie's face.

"Mmm...is that cranberry sauce? No, just slut blood. Hey Stephanie, it occurs to me, you were too busy detoxing off whatever drugs you're doing to eat today and you ran and hid from the truth. I think maybe you need a second helping of your Thanksgiving dinner."

She rubbed her foot, still in the remnants of her ripped stockings, onto Stephanie’s tit, crushing it to her chest.

"Mmmm...mashed tit-taoes..." and she giggled.

She kicked the redhead in the side again. Then she walked around and grabbed Stephanie’s feet and pulled her legs up by her warm green socks and spread her legs.

"Now...time to put some stuffing in the turkey."

She kicked the redhead savagely in the pussy.

Stephanie shook and just lay there; she was too pained to even weep.

The blonde let her enemy's legs fall to the carpet "socks? No wonder you can't keep a man. You wouldn't know sexy if it hit you in the face."

She stepped around and grabbed Stephanie by her hair again. She savagely pulled until the redhead came up and was on her hands and knees, her face pointed at the floor behind her long hair. Barbara stepped astride her back and with her strong legs straddling Stephanie; she fell to the carpet and locked them around Stephanie's firm stomach. She reared back and poured on the pressure.

"Oh YES, see you fucking slut, working out helps! You spend too much time being a dirty slut doing drugs and fucking your family over. I work out MY body! Feel my legs!"

Stephanie felt like her body was being cut in half. She hurt everywhere. But the worst pain was, as always, in her head.

"Slut? I haven't had a man in six months. I haven't done anything stronger than smoke pot in years. My family? They rejected ME! Where do these people get this stuff into their fucked up heads? My God, they barely know me or even care to try."

But all the "woe is me" shit wasn't going to save her, she was on her own and she had no idea to stop the crushing pain on her stomach. She was once again very glad she hadn't eaten much today.

Barbara pulled her head back by the hair as she ground her legs together. Stephanie could smell the wine on her breath, sour and sweet as she sneered in her ear.

"Give up red? Admit this blonde kicked your ass and you won't be home for Christmas slut!"

"Oh fuck you Barbie doll, just fuck you!" she managed to croak out.

“Wrong answer!" and the blonde punched her in the side of the head.

Stephanie had very little she could do and she knew she was probably fucked regardless, so she figured the only thing she could do was play dead.

"Sun Tzu was wrong, sometimes when you’re weak, the best thing to do is play weaker..."

She closed her eyes, let out a sigh and went boneless.

Barbara gave her another squeeze and slapped her face.

"That was easy. Fucking redhead piece of shit. I'm gonna lay you out on the table for everybody to see."

She released Stephanie and wiped the sweat off her leg dramatically. She kicked Stephanie over so she lay on her back.

She put her foot on Stephanie's face.

"I'm the queen of this family now. And you're disowned, as per ME!"

The redhead suddenly opened her eyes, she took a deep breath.

"Nobody owns me anyway, slut!"

Her hand shot up as fast as she could manage and connected right into Barbara's cunt. Then her sock clad foot shot up and hit the blonde in the ass HARD. Barbara was off balance and unwary, and she stumbled forward and hit the wall, not too hard, but Stephanie used up the last of her reserves and hit her from behind. Her left hand shot up between Barbara's legs and gripped, and with her right she grabbed the blond by her dark blonde hair and smashed her head into the wall three times, then as she felt Barbara stagger, she wrapped it around her neck and pulled back. She rode Barbara to the floor and pulled her pussy one more time, and then let go and used both hands to strangle the blonde, her one hand wrapped in Barbara's locks.

She used her legs to pin the blonde’s arms to the carpet and shook her head like a terrier with a rag doll. As Barbara's struggles weakened, she smashed her head to the floor. Now it was her turn to release her enemy, get up, and kick her over to her back.

Barbara's body lay before her like a violent smorgasbord. And as noted, Stephanie hadn't really eaten much for dinner yet and was VERY hungry.

She latched onto the blonde's tits and went to town, when Barbara tried to resist, Stephanie elbowed her in the mouth. The blonde was bleeding pretty well from the face now, a match for Stephanie's own damage. She twisted and tore away at Barbara, pulling on her big nipples and slamming them back down, then turning them as far around as she could.

"I swear Barbie, I'm gonna rip these things off! Will you PLEASE, just GIVE UP!"

The blonde just growled at her like an animal, she thrashed about in agony; her shredded stockings came completely off, leaving her naked.

Stephanie sent more blows into the blonde’s belly. Barbara gagged and flopped about like a fish.
She grabbed Barbara by her hair; red had begun to creep into the dark blonde locks. She brought her face close and spit on the woman.

"That's what I think of you, you're more rotten than then fucking Grinch."

Barbara erupted in anger and she caught Stephanie with her head just enough to make the redhead woozy. She freed herself with a slash of her nails across the eyes. The redhead squealed and fell off and tried to crawl away.

Stephanie was shocked nobody had woken up yet, if nothing else on this day, she was thankful the place was fucking huge. "In space...nobody can here you scream...and Westhampton too..." flashed through her mind.

The blonde went right back on the attack, her workout toned body had stamina and she was powered by hate as well, always a strong combination. She kicked Stephanie in the ass, face-planting her to the carpet. Stephanie tried to crawl away on her belly, her hand to her eyes. She was shocked she could still see.

Barbara dropped a knee straight into her back and splattered her to the floor, pinning her. She turned her head to the side by her long red hair and punched her three times in the side of the face. Grabbing her by her arms she twisted Stephanie over to her back and she put a hand around her throat. With the other, she pulled out another handful of fluffy red public hair. She rubbed them in the struggling woman's face as Stephanie gagged.

"It's over NOW! Quit fighting or I'll kill you! Nobody would blame me and you wouldn't be missed!"

Stephanie saw she meant it, and the hand tightened around her throat. Her once brilliant green eyes shone with the tears of defeat.

"Good, now you see I'm better than you in every way Stephanie. Better as a fighter, as a woman, and I'm sure my pussy is better than your diseased snatch. God I love seeing you cry! Now, slut, you like to fuck everything in sight I bet, well, it occurs to me you never got your dessert earlier.

How about I feed you a slice of pie with my own whipped cream?"

The redhead’s eyes widened in terror. The blondes narrowed in lust.

"I bet you didn't know I like my pussy wiped by another woman, did you? Now eat me you loser piece of shit, then get the fuck out of here!"

She lowered her shaved womanhood onto Stephanie's mouth and began to rub it all over her face.

"OH BABY, LICK MY PUSSY LOSER!"

Stephanie at least took solace knowing she had made her bleed down there. She tasted blood with Barbara's juices. But the humiliation was too much. She wept silently as the blonde did her work. It didn't matter to Barbara that Stephanie wasn't in fact licking her; she was riding her to oblivion anyway.

"OH YES! OH YES, OH YES LOSER FIRE CROTCH EAT MY PIE! OOH YES!"

She was working herself into a good froth. Stephanie was disgusted. Despite her bohemian lifestyle, she had never been with another woman and this wasn't thrilling her as an introduction.

As she felt the blonde go tense nearing her climax and final victory, Stephanie gave her last effort. The blonde’s moans turned into a wail as the redhead bit her right on the labia, getting a good grip on the entire side of her pussy.

Barbara involuntarily came and Stephanie had to endure her juices on her chin and she bit down again, this time in the top part of her womanhood and her clit.

Barbara tried to get off the woman, her body flopping around from her orgasm, but Stephanie would NOT let go. As the blonde leaned back bonelessly, the redhead got a leg up and wrapped her leg under Barbara's chin.

"Who says those don't look sexy on my legs? Idiot."

She let go with her teeth and with her leg, she brought Barbara crashing to the carpet.

The blonde lay there twitching, making a bubbling sound inside. Stephanie rolled over and grabbed her shirt from earlier. It was shredded, but it worked to wipe the love juice off her face. She was scared by the amount of red that came away with it though.

“God, I must look terrible."

She crawled over to Barbara, who was still out of her mind. She smiled to herself. She knew what she had to do now.

Stephanie crawled behind the blonde and put her head high between her legs, facing upwards. She wrapped one leg around her throat and locked it behind her other one. A classic figure 4 scissors. 

"I win you asshole. Happy Holidays Barbie."

Stephanie locked on the figure four and tightened her smooth, strong legs as tight as she could. She got both hands into Barbara’s dark blonde locks and pulled backwards till her own back was on the floor.

She smiled, she knew it was over.

“Give up you cuntrag?”

Barbara could only gag and slap at her knees, she tried to rake her claws across the redhead’s legs, but it wasn’t effective.

“I said; GIVE UP, CUNT?”

Barbara made a high keening gagging sound. Stephanie sat back up and lightened up on the head scissors JUUST a little.

She wanted to hear this.

“You started this you fucking mean arrogant piece of shit. Now, tell me, DO…YOU…GIVE…THE…FUCK…UP?”

“Yes…”

“WHAT?’

“Yes, please Stephanie, please, I quit. I’ll never bother you again, please, don’t kill me, please!”

“Kill you? You melodramatic idiot. I just wanted you to leave me the fuck alone.” And she tightened the scissors back on until Barbara had ceased to move and her eyes had closed.

Stephanie slowly released the losing blonde; she was worried the bitch was playing possum.

Nope, she was out.

The redhead stood over her enemy and stomped her in the stomach. Barbara woke back up and moaned.  
 
 She moved astride the blonde and kicked the woman in the cunt again.
 
Barbara lay on the carpet holding herself and sobbing weakly.  

“Tell me again I’m better than you!”

“Yes, you’re better. I’m a loser Stephanie, please don’t hurt me!”

Stephanie wiped the blood off her mouth.

“Oh shut up bimbo!

You fucking people have always made me hate holidays, all of them! But you know, all these years I've never been happy enough to be thankful for what I DO have."

She brushed her long red hair out of her face.

"I'm thankful I AM beautiful, even if my family will never realize it."

She kicked Barbara in the tits. The blonde cried out and rolled onto her back.

"I'm thankful I have a mind of my own, even if my family doesn't care."

She kicked Barbara in the stomach and the bitch curled into a fetal position, eyes huge and glassy.

"I'm thankful I'm not obsessed with stupid shit like money and I know what REAL worth is."

She grabbed Barbara's legs, spread them, and sent her foot directly into the woman's pussy.

Barbara sat up in reflex.

Stephanie shoved her back to the carpet with a foot to the face. She sat down astride the beaten woman and pulled her up by her hair.

"And I'm fucking thankful I'm never going to spend another holiday with an asshole like YOU!"

She punched Barbara in the face. The blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she went boneless in Stephanie's grip.

Stephanie pulled her forward by her hair again. Red had begun to stain the dark blonde locks.

"Oh, and have a Merry Fucking Christmas too cunt!"

She sent an uppercut to Barbara's jaw. The blonde spasmed and went limp.

Stephanie disdainfully shoved her back to the carpet, she stood on shaky legs and put her foot on Barbara’s face, and then on her snatch, rubbing into onto her clit for effect.

Barbara didn't even stir.

Then the redhead's face lit with a delightful idea. She grabbed Barbara by one of her legs and with some effort; she dragged the unconscious bitch back into the kitchen, laying her out next to the fridge.

Stephanie found a serving spoon in the silverware drawer and rummaged around in the fridge.

Mashed potatoes on one bruised tit.
Stuffing on the other.
Some cranberry sauce on her pubic mound.
Then she grabbed a drumstick off of the turkey platter.
Well, we all can imagine where THAT went.

Barbara stirred with what almost sounded like pleasure at that.

"Oh shut up" Stephanie said and popped her in the face again. Barbara went back to sleep.

The redhead looked down at her handiwork and wiped her hands.

"Now...for dessert."

She took a slice of pie, making sure to leave a nice big one for herself, and shoved it halfway in the blonde’s mouth. Then she took the whipped cream and put it all over Barbara's face, it turned pink where it mixed with the losing woman's blood.

She put a big dollop on her own slice of pie and grabbed a fork.

She was hungry, but she wanted to go smoke that bowl and enjoy her dessert upstairs.

Stephanie grabbed her plate and turned to leave.

"You know, I never did like that bitch."

She damn near jumped out of her skin.

Her grandpa Charlie was leaning on the side of the doorway to the kitchen.

Stephanie put her plate down and out of reflex tried to cover herself up.

"Oh please girl, I saw you come into this world naked and screaming. No need to be modest for the sake of an 80 year old man."

He stood and shuffled into the kitchen. For a man who Stephanie hadn’t seen move from his chair more than a couple times a day since Her Grandma Ruth had died, he seemed pretty spry.

"Came down to get a turkey sandwich. Always MY favorite part of the whole damn meal."

"Grandpa...I'm sorry. And you...you...I haven’t…in years…"

"Oh I can do a lot of things I don't let people know" and he cackled, then gave her a knowing look, "I find its best with this group of idiots not to let on I got my shit together."

He stepped over Barbara's unconscious body and grabbed the turkey platter out of the fridge, then went to get the bread from the box on the counter.

"You know, you're the only one in this damn family I ever could stand. Always saw my dear Ruth in you, and your Uncle Dave."

"My Uncle?"

"They never told you about Dave, did they? No shock. He had his mothers red hair, same as you, and he didn't take shit from these boring arrogant fools. Same as you try to. Last I heard from him he was in Brazil playing congas and living with a girl half his age."

He put some white meat on the bread and went to the fridge for the cheese.

"You know, you should come up to my house for Christmas, just you and me, and I'll tell you the real story of this godforsaken family. And maybe after that you might want to fly down there and meet your uncle. Hell, I might even come with, I'm old but I'm not dead and Rio is a damned fun place to be in January."

He slapped a slice of cheddar on the bread and grabbed some mayo.
 
"You go upstairs and eat your pie sweetie; you've had a long and bad day. I’ll go clean up a bit in there, get your clothes for you. Don't worry about this one, she won't say a word. And if anybody does say anything to you, they WILL deal with me. I'll tell them I beat her ass myself. I'll message you on the Facebook and we'll talk later."

He looked down at the unconscious bitch.

"That really was a nice touch, I especially like the drumstick. I may have to go grab that nifty iPhone I just got and capture this moment."

Stephanie picked up her plate and backed slowly out of the kitchen. She was still kind of shaken by the brutal catfight and she ached all over. Her tits were still bleeding and her poor jayjay felt like it had been violated by the entire Ravens defense. But as she climbed the stairs she gained strength in her step. After she closed the door to the bedroom she sat her dessert on the bed. Then she went in and washed herself up, getting the blood from her mouth, nose and forehead, and wiping her poor, sensitive boobs clean. Satisfied, she climbed into the big warm bed to finally enjoy her pumpkin pie and she found herself humming the old Perry Como standard.

Stephanie decided that maybe it wasn't so bad after all to be home for the holidays.