THE KELLY BROOK , JORDAN AND HOLLY WILLOUGHBY WARS
BY DARK CLOUD

NEWS REPORT
Holly Willoughby has jumped to the defence of her new 'Celebrity Juice' pal Kelly Brook over Katie Price's comments that Kelly was a heifer.
Price left us dumbfounded when she said she was 'FLABbergasted to see how big (Kelly) really is' and called her a 'heffer' (sic) in her column in The Sun, and Holly has now labelled Jordan 'stupid' over her comments.
When Nick Grimshaw mentioned the furore while the trio appeared on the Radio 1 Breakfast Show to promote 'Celebrity Juice', Holly said: ""It's just her being stupid."
Kelly hit back at Katie last week, calling her 'rude' and 'sad'.
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Asked in an interview with OK! magazine about whether she considered herself a role model for other women, Kelly said: “I didn’t until recently! Then when I was attacked unfairly by another female celebrity, so many women jumped to my defence – I was overwhelmed.
“Women would contact me and say they loved my body and that I was beautiful. I was so touched. It’s hard being 33 and being a model but I do it because it’s nice to have a real representation of a woman out there.
“Now I’m very proud to be curvy, prouder than ever because of these beautiful strong women that had my back. Us girls need to stick together. I love that women love my body!”
The equally-curvy Holly Willoughby waded into the row in support of her new Celebrity Juice co-star.
Having thus far resisted the urge to sink to Katie's name-calling level, Kelly finally caved during her Celebrity Juice debut, and essentially compared her to a wrinkled tangerine.
Host Keith Lemon asked Kelly if there’s anything she would say to Katie if she was in the audience to which she replied: “What, Magda from There’s Something About Mary?”

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“Holly? What’s a heffer?”

Holly Willoughby winced at the question before turning to her friend Kelly Brook and explaining to her. She had winced for two reasons, one, as fun and bubbly as Kelly was she was undoubtedly as thick as two short planks of wood and questions like that just demonstrated the model’s dumbness all to visibly. Two, because she had hoped Kelly would somehow have avoided hearing about her rival model, Jordan (real name Katie Price), comments in her newspaper column the day before.

Slowly blonde TV presenter Holly explained that she had called her a cow and in a very back handed comment called her beautiful but fat. That finally got the message through to the slow witted brunette and Holly had rarely seen her friend quite so angry.

“Fat! She has the nerve to call me fat! That over the hill, plastic, fake, perma tanned bitch has some fucking nerve! I’ll fucking show her, nobody say’s I’m fat and gets away with it!”

Kelly was normally such a placid, easy going girl that Holly was astonished by the transformation in her and realised she had been hurt. And that Kelly did posess a hitherto unseen temper. And it was this that drove Holly to make a couple of remarks to the press, saying that Jordan was stupid and comparing her tan to that of the tan of the character Magda in the comedy film “There’s Something About Mary” – not at all a compliment!

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Just two days later Kelly was nose to nose with Jordan at Jordan’s country mansion. They were standing in a field as Jordan fed her horses and Jordan was deliberately making Kelly wait before she addressed her.

“Look love” started Jordan with nothing but disdain in her voice, “I don’t know what your problem is, look at all the publicity you are getting just because I wrote about you.”

“My problem, Katie” Kelly replied through gritted teeth, “Is you calling me a fat cow. I demand you print an apology this weekend.”

“Oh you ‘demand’, do you? And just what the fuck will you do if I don’t? In fact if I do write about you in my column this week it may be to apologise to cows in comparing them to such a dumb animal like you…ouch!”

Kelly couldn’t contain her anger any longer and lashed out a hard, stinging slap to her rival’s cheek.

Although both glamour models were of similar height and weight and Kelly was extremely fired up she had made a real misjudgement to start a catfight on Katie’s own property. With Katie’s kids inside her mansion she was determined straight away that this hostilities would not go against her. Plus as soon as she had seen Kelly approaching her she had expected some kind of physical altercation, after all, wasn’t that what her goading in the press had been design to bring about?

To begin though Kelly held the upper hand. Another slap stung Katie’s cheek before Kelly grabbed a handful of hair and began to tug at it wildly while throwing in yet more face slaps. Kelly was so enraged she didn’t see or hear the wicked smile and laugh as Katie took the hair pulling and carefully used her right leg to trip Kelly up, landing hard on her back. That she held onto Katie’s hair and pulled her down on top of her was just fine too. Once Katie was in a mount position she unleashed her own slaps and they were considerably harder than Kelly’s had been, they were also boosted by the use of her nails with each slap, scrapping them down Kelly’s cheeks with each blow. Eventually Kelly released her hold of her foe’s hair and then Katie grabbed Kelly’s hair and used it to slam the back of her head back four times into the hard ground beneath it. Stunned Kelly could not react as Katie Price dragged her to her feet then threw her hard toward the fence that enclosed the field they were in. It was only as Kelly’s mid riff landed in the fence that she realised that it was a barbed wire fence!

Katie followed her in and drove three hard punches to Kelly’s gut which would have doubled her over were no the vicious barbs hold her up in her back and her light summer dress. The dress shredded away as Katie dragged her away from the fence, falling off to the ground, leaving Kelly brook in nothing but a skimpy pair of white, lace panties. Doubled over now once clear of the fence Katie drove a knee up into Kelly’s face that really took the fight from her and as she dropped to her knees she provided little resistance to the hands placed on her windpipe and that began to inexorably squeeze the air from her. Kelly looked up and saw the madness and power in her rival and realised, too late, that she would never be a physical match for a tough bitch like Katie Price and perhaps it was seeing that in her opponent’s eyes that saw Katie finally relent her assault. Not that this was over with though, not by a long way.

Katie moved to her horse and produced a length of thick rope from behind the saddle and easily used it to bind Kelly’s wrists together behind her back. She put up little resistance. Katie then scoured the field around them for a moment before grabbing Kelly by her hair and physically hauling her across the field by her hair until she knelt just before a fresh pile of horse shit. Katie stood there and smirked as Kelly slowly figured out what was going to happen. Just as she opened her mouth to plead for her not to do this Katie drove Kelly’s face down and right into the fresh horse shit!

Katie held her foe’s face right in the disgusting brown pile for nearly a full minute before pulling it up then pushing it down into it again and this time rubbing it vigorously back and forth into the shit. Then, satisfied that Kelly was about as miserable as she could be, Katie dragged her over to the water trough and shoved her head deep into the cold water therein and held her in there for a minute or so. When finally she let her surface, Kelly was crying and gasping and all the fight she had arrived with was gone and she was totally defeated and destroyed and would have done anything to be out of there and cursed the day she had decided to face up to her rival. But her humiliation was not over yet. Katie marched her over to the horse, lifted its tail and pressed Kelly’s face right into its arsehole and again rubbed it in there until she relented and Kelly dropped sobbing to her knees, begging for this to end.

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Holly Willoughby got the text later that afternoon. It was short and to the point, sent from Kelly’s mobile phone and accompanied by a small video clip. The text read:

COME AND GET UR FRIEND. TRIED TO FIGHT ME BUT OUT OF HER DEPTH. HURRY OR I’LL LET HER ‘RIDE’ A STALLION. JORDAN.X”

She opened the clip and gasped as she saw her friend Kelly Brook, kneeling naked with a horse’s bridle fitted over her head and between her teeth and Katie Price in full riding gear whipping Kelly’s arse with a riding crop.

After a few moments to take it all in Holly had to text back to get directions and she was tersely told to come by herself because Kelly had started it and trespassed. Not a prospect that delighted Holly but she was sure she could extricate her friend from this position plus the implication of bestiality in Jordan’s text was high in her mind, she knew what a twisted bitch Katie Price was and wouldn’t have put anything past her.

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By the time Holly pulled up it was over two hours later. Two hours that had seen Kelly Brook endure unspeakable humiliation at the hands of her rival. She was out crawling in the field like a beast as Holly pulled up in her Range Rover and started towards her. She was cut off as Katie Price stepped out from behind a nearby horse and blocked her path.

“You! What have you done to her? My god!”

“Like I said Miss Goodietwoshoes, she came here and attacked me. Something my CCTV pictures will prove. Can I help it if she’s such a fucking powderpuff that I defeated and humiliated her so easily? And I’ve spent the last couple of hours convincing the dumb little bimbo exactly what is what in her stupid little world.”

Holly did not like this and was just eager to free her friend and get out of here.

“OK! OK! You’ve proved your point Katie. Let me untie her and I’ll take her away and we’ll say no more about it, OK?”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you blondie? Well you could do that, you could untie the heifer and take her home. But if you do that then I’ll still have this tape I made of our Kelly satisfying Champion here (Katie lovingly stroked the mane of the horse she stood by), won’t I?”

“You evil cow, how could you do that, you said you’d do that if I didn’t come!”

“What can I say Holly, I guess I fucking lied, didn’t I? Of course you could help you friend out, couldn’t you? I mean if you really care for poor little Kelly here, why don’t you fight me and make me give up the tape? Go on, if you beat me you can have it and do what you want to me? What? No takers there blondie, thought so, talk tough in the papers but face to face you’re a wimp aren’t you?”

Holly glowered at the taunting model but she made no move to prove her incorrect. She also, still, made no move to go to her friend’s aid.

“Or there’s a third option Miss Holly. I could let you take Kelly away and give you that tape I made of her and Champion in action, all you have to do is strip off and bend over and let me take you with this.”

At this Katie pulled the largest strap on dildo imaginable from under Champion’s saddle and crudely put it against her crotch and pointed it at Holly while pursing her lips in a mock kiss at the disgusted blonde.

“Urgh! No way! I’m not doing that.

Katie had clearly established in her mind that Holly wasn’t willing to take her on, either verbally or, more importantly, physically and the former model known as Jordan decided to enjoy the moment more by taunting the buxom blonde further.

“Some friend you are! If it was my friend kneeling over there like a fat heifer having been beaten down then humiliated I would be mad and do anything to help her. I would have fought the bitch that did it or done what she said just to save her the embarrassment. I guess you’re not that much of a friend are you Holly, or maybe your just plain chicken!”

Holly’s burned with embarrassment at Katie’s words but she still made no move to halt them. Katie flashed her a sickening smile and barked out.

“Get in your car and I’ll walk her over here, you would only have joined the long line of cunts that have tried to take me on and lost if you had. Victoria Beckham, Jodie Marsh, Lucy Pinder I’ve crushed them all and believe me I’ve got harder tapes of what I did with them compared to what I did with that cream puff over there. Go on, back in your car and I’ll bring her over then you two bitches can get the fuck off my land!”

Holly trudged back to her vehicle regretting even coming here, to have backed off so weakly to Katie Price stuck in her throat but in her heart of hearts she knew she would have been beaten and humiliated by her if she had taken her on. It was all so stupid and as she sat at her wheel and watched Katie move over to Kelly Holly just wished she had never got involved and maybe even never bother making friends with Kelly Brook in the first place, she didn’t need the hassle all this media fuelled feud brought with it. She watched as Katie strolled over to the kneeling Kelly and removed the horse’s bridle from her head. Holly watched as Katie stood over her defeated foe and swatted her ass with her riding crop. Katie stooped and spoke to Kelly for a little while and Holly had the uneasy sensation that they were discussing her, a feeling that was not dispelled when Kelly lifted her head and looked across at the waiting car, her look totally impenetrable.

Kelly had to crawl on her hands and knees all the way to where Holly’s car waited. The last thirty yards or so must have hurt because it was all stone gravel chips. She was only allowed to stand up once she reached the car and she sullenly opened the door and collapsed into the passenger’s seat, still as naked as the day she was born. Katie treated them to a shit eating grin and a contemptuous wave as Holly backed up and drove off as quickly as she felt she could.

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It took five minutes and until they were beyond the gates to Jordan’s country estate before Holly spoke.

“Are you all right? Grab that jumper in the back seat, at least it’ll cover you a little.”

Kelly snorted at the stupidity of the enquiry as to whether she was all right and reluctantly reached to the back seat to grab the grey knitwear on the back seat and pulled it on awkwardly, Holly clearly being a couple of boob sizes smaller that her made her look rather comical. But Kelly crossed her arms under her bulging breasts and set her face stonily to the windscreen and clearly was in no mood for chat so Holly just drove them back to the city. It was an uncomfortable silence and Holly could still sense the anger and frustration coming off Kelly as they reached her discreet apartment block.

“Do you want me to nip in and get you a skirt first?”

But before Holly had even finished Kelly was out of the car and moving to her door, her keys ( returned by Katie before they left) in her hand and her delectable (though red marked) bottom on full display. In hindsight, Holly should have left her like that, should have taken off and left her alone for a while then come back to her later. But Holly wasn’t like that, she was caring and nice and just couldn’t leave her friend like that. By the time she was out of her car and at the door Kelly was in and Holly followed and closed the door. Kelly wasted no time in heading into a long hot shower but even then when she emerged Holly was still there waiting to see what she could do to help.

Kelly’s incredible body still bore the marks of her encounter with Katie but it was the look on her face which most worried Holly, she looked as if she hated Holly and didn’t want her to be there. Still though the blonde refused to take proper heed.

“Feeling a bit better Kel? You know you really shouldn’t have gone there like that…”

Holly broke off as Kelly walked right up to her, still wet and completely naked after her shower and went nose to nose with Holly in what could only be described as a very aggressive position.

“You know what Holly? You know what that fucking bitch told me after she had kicked my ass? That it was all your fault. And you know what? She was fucking right!”

Staggered at both the accusation and the ferocity of it Holly stood there stammering as Kelly pressed on, her wet body now right up against Holly’s fully clothed one.

“She said you had stirred me up to respond to her, that normally I wouldn’t have said boo to a goose, and she’s right. She told me that she gave you the chance to get that bloody tape back. I mean do you realise what she made me do on that tape? I can see you know. And yet you refused to do what she wanted to get that tape. Some fucking friend you turned out to be, you helped inflame the situation then backed off when you had a chance to save the situation. Thanks a fucking bunch ‘friend’!”

Holly had just stood there and listened to the irrational tirade and was getting ready to shoot back by pointing out that no-one had made Kelly go out there on her own and start a fight with Katie but as Kelly finished her words and Holly opened hers to respond Kelly’s head went back then shot forward and headbutted the blonde full on her nose!

Things had just escalated way beyond what either beauty could have believed possible. Kelly was still fucked up mentally by what Katie had done and said to her, she wasn’t in her right mind and was looking anywhere for someone to blame and someone to take it out on.

Holly was stunned by the shocking act of violence on her person and recoiled and dropped to her knee, her hands holding her aching nose. When she pulled them away she saw (through blurry eyes) her own blood on her fingers from her bleeding nose and saw red herself. She pushed herself up and into Kelly’s gut and speared into her , driving her down on her back on the bathroom tiles.

Any chance of cooler heads prevailing disappeared in the next minute or so as Holly mounted the prone Kelly and began to slap her face from side to side and her usually nice demeanour evaporated.

“You. Ungrateful. Bitch. (each word carried with it a slap to Kelly’s face). I should have left you out there rather than come and get you! It’s not my fault you’re such a dumb, fucking bimbo that you couldn’t work out what she would do to you!”

Then Kelly grunted and used all her pent up aggression to buck the blonde off her and in a flash was mounting Holly and grabbing her long, blonde hair and using it to aid her bash Holly’s skull up and down on the tiles. Kelly didn’t say anything as she did this just grunted like a cavewoman consumed by pure primordial anger. After five such brutal headshots, Holly was sufficiently out of it that she offer little resistance as Kelly got to her feet and dragged Holly by the hair towards the toilet bowl, lifted the lid then smashed face forwards into the hard, white porcelain. There was a crack as one of Holly’s front teeth broke off and before she could howl Kelly had hauled her head up only to ram Holly’s battered face down and into the ice cold water in the toilet bowl. Kelly held it there, forcing Holly’s nose and mouth completely under the water as it turned pink from her blood. Holly panicked and thrashed her limbs as she realised that Kelly seemingly had no intention of releasing her hold and a stray elbow connected with Kelly’s ribs but as she stumbled back Kelly pulled the handle and flushed Holly Willoughby’s face in her toilet. The water cascaded around her head, engulfing her, freezing and harsh and when finally it relented Kelly’s fingers grabbed her sodden hair and hauled her away from the toilet only to be thrown, head first into the bottom of the bathroom door!

Holly was down and with Kelly advancing with an evil look on her face it looked like she might be done for. But she finally caught a break as Kelly slipped on the wet tile and stumbled forward, her face falling into Holly’s crotch leaving her positioned as if she was sexily eating her out. Stunned Holly reacted instinctively and wrapped her strong thighs around Kelly’s head and squeezed them tight, seeking first of all to hold her in place while she regained her senses.

Once Kelly had recovered from her unexpected slip she struggled to free her head to no avail so she instead reached her hands up, extended her fingers and raked her long nails simultaneously right down Holly’s thighs. Holly screamed and reached down to grab Kelly by the wrists and lifted them away from her red and stinging skin while Kelly struggled to free herself. Holly tightened her thighs around Kelly’s head and for the first time they started to brawl Kelly lost a little of the venomous anger that had seen her through to this point. Holly could feel her struggles lessen slightly. But going limp actually aided Miss Brook’s escape as her feet again hit the wet tiles and she managed to scoot backwards and away from Holly and she flopped onto her side and the two women lay on the bathroom floor glaring at each other. Both knew this wasn’t nearly over between them, the normally sensible Holly was acutely aware of her injured nose (was it broken) and her broken front tooth and also fuelled by her goading at the hands of Katie Price earlier was determined that Kelly would pay for what she had done. Likewise, fuelled by her own anger and frustration Kelly’s normally pleasant eyes were now full of malevolence. And it was that that drove Kelly to grab the small bin in her bathroom and hurl it over at her opponent, narrowly missing Holly’s face. That made Holly’s mind up and she pushed herself up to her feet and made to escape the cloying confines of the damp bathroom but Kelly tackled her from behind and with a rip Holly felt her light dress finally give way and rip off in the brunettes grasping hands. Kelly just kept yanking and pulling and in seconds Holly was clad in only her white, lacy bra and panties (which was still a lot more than the buck naked Kelly).

In the hall now with both babes on their feet Holly whirled around and caught Kelly coming after her, using her forward momentum Holly grabbed Kelly’s hair and propelled her past her and smashing forehead first into a large mirror on the wall. Kelly recoiled, stunned and Holly took advantage by tightening her grip on her brown hair, pulling it back then ramming it forward into the thick glass a second time. And this time was the charm, breaking the glass and creating a spider web of broken glass before the mirror came off its hook and dropped hard to the ground with Kelly dropping beside it. Holly dropped to her knees beside her foe and shoved away Kelly’s feeble attempts to cover her face and saw, with some degree of joy, that the two head first visits into the glass had created a nasty gash on the model’s previously perfect forehead and blood was starting to leak from both ends of it.

Holly held Kelly’s skull steady then delivered a stream of hard punches (that hurt her own knuckles) to her cut forehead that were satisfyingly solid and opened up the cut to where Kelly’s face was now starting to be covered with her own blood. Holly now no longer recognised her foe as a former friend just as someone that had attacked and challenged her and needed to be defeated. It was as if something had changed in both women that morning at Jordan’s estate.

“Flush my head in the bog would you?!” snarled the blonde as she delivered a last hard punch, this time to Kelly’s left eye that caused it to immediately swell up.

Out of breath and panting Holly took the time to hold a nostril shut and expel the contents of the other side right onto Kelly’s face before moving to stand up. She shook her own fist, it ached after so many punches. Holly moved to turn away and retrieve her ripped dress, see if it was salvageable but Kelly wasn’t done yet and caught her ankle and pulled her back. Hopping Holly used her arms to balance against the walls before slamming her caught heel right down into the middle of Kelly’s face ending with a satisfying crack as he heel caught Kelly’s nose. Now it seemed that both beauties had broken noses. Angered at having to do that and at her now sore foot Holly dragged Kelly to her feet by her long, brunette, blood soaked locks and pushed her back hard into the wall the back of Kelly’s head striking the bannister behind her. Holly grabbed both Kelly’s wrists to hold her upright and snarled at her.

“It didn’t have to be like this, I could aaaargh, oooh!”

Holly broke her hold and dropped to her knees as Kelly had just brought the tip of her knee sharply up landing square between the blonde’s thighs and cracking against her pussy. With Holly kneeling before her Kelly wiped the blood from her eyes and reached down to unclip Holly’s white bra then wrapped it tightly around Holly’s neck like a garrotte and pulled both ends as hard as she could. Almost immediately Holly’s eyes goggled as the air disappeared from her lungs, she scrabbled her fingers at her bra trying to get it away from her neck but it was already too tight and within seconds her face was turning redder and redder. She turned to pawing at Kelly’s thighs but got a knee to her face for her troubles and as she went over Kelly re-positioned herself behind her to tighten her grip on Holly’s bra.

Holly was fading now, she could literally feel the life ebbing away from her and in her position with Kelly right behind her she could do little about it. Kelly snarled and blood trickled down her head and dripped on Holly’s blonde locks. Holly’s face was now resembling a beetroot and she looked done for until her hand brushed against a shard of glass from the broken mirror on the floor, desperately she picked it up (ignoring the fact it cut her own hand as she held it) and stabbed it back and down into Kelly’s foot! Kelly howled and stumbled backwards, immediately releasing her hold on the bra / garrotte. With the sudden release of pressure, Holly gasped in oxygen and struggled to haul the garment from around her neck as Kelly cursed and kicked the glass from her foot. Ignoring the pain and yet another cut to her body Kelly stormed forward as Holly rose and the two clashed as the stumbled into Kelly’s spacious living room, they tore at each other’s hair and face with their nails and struggled as the moved until Holly was backed against a sofa and suddenly went tumbling backwards with Kelly still atop her. They bounced off the sofa and turned and landed hard on the wooden floor, this time Kelly underneath, the wind being knocked out of her from the landing. Holly straddled Kelly and again fired punches to the brunette’s cut forehead and even found herself biting it as Kelly struggled to get up and her head rose

Then Holly found a new target as her fingers fastened onto Kelly Brook’s large nipples, she swiftly pinched them and began to simultaneously twist them and pull up on them. With Holly’s knees straddling Kelly’s mid section she couldn’t rise far but her nipples were soon being cruelly elongated and twisted to an obscene degree.

Eventually, through a mixture of Kelly’s frantic bucking and Holly’s over zealous twisting, the blonde’s grip slipped and Kelly’s slippery bosom’s rebounded back into her chest. But their torment was by no means at an end as Holly took the chance to drive a series of punches down and into her former friend’s fleshy funbags, each one splatting down heavily and squashing her tits. Kelly groaned with each blow and seemed to be having the fight knocked out of her so that when Holly finally relented and leaned over to once again dish out unwanted advice it seemed she would, this time, be uninterrupted.

“Stay down you stupid bimbo, you would think after the humiliation you suffered this morning you wouldn’t want anoth……aaaaaah!”

This time Holly was stopped by Kelly opening her mouth and clamping her teeth firmly down over Holly’s own exposed nipple! And she was quickly biting down with everything she had. The pain was excruciating and Holly forgot about the battle and it’s circumstances and tried to pull away, to get away from those sharp, cutting teeth that had her. She scrambled back but Kelly’s teeth held firm and now it was Holly’s teat that was stretched obscenely and she was squealing like a pig with the pain. Her knee came up, freeing Kelly’s right arm and the brunette found the shard of glass that had impaled her foot, grabbed it up and swiped it at the blonde’s face dangerously, catching Holly’s forehead and opening an even bigger gash than Kelly was suffering from. Immediately blood began to pour from Holly Willoughby’s skull and flowed down her face and onto her tits and finally Kelly’s teeth relented as Holly’s vision turned scarlet. Kelly dropped the glass for fear she might go too far and gut the bitch with it and instead settled for getting to her feet grabbing Holly by the hair and using it to smack her face repeatedly into the glass coffee table in her sitting room. Each blow left a bloody imprint on the glass until the final one saw Kelly adjust her aim a little and ended up ramming Holly’s mouth against the wooden edge of the table and this time her other top front tooth came flying out, her mouth a bloody mess too.

Holly collapsed forward and lay face first on the glass surface moaning pathetically and not realising that Kelly was stepping up onto the sofa nearest to the table and then she jumped up and came down with both knees on the head and shoulders of her foe, driving them through the glass table in a tumult of noise and chaos and leaving Holly utterly unconscious and bleeding laying in the carnage wrought with Kelly kneeling atop her.
Holly came round some time later. She didn’t know how long she had been out of it and initially couldn’t recall anything from the day. Then as she tried to move her hands from behind her back and found them tied there it all came flooding back. She tried to move her legs but they were tied at each ankle with rope to the kitchen table she was currently bent over. She looked up and saw her reflection in a big mirror on the wall directly in front of her and winced. Her face was stained red all over with her own dried, crusted blood. A white ball gag was stuffed in her mouth that was pushed against the stubs of her front teeth and producing a stabbing feeling in them and from what she could see of her body it was covered in cuts, bruises and grazes. She struggled weakly but could not shift anything and eventually just lay there defeated on the table to await her fate.

Sometime later the doorbell sounded and Holly listened as heels clacked elsewhere in the house to open the door. Another set of heels entered and there was a low mumble of voices that gradually came nearer before Kelly entered the room followed closely by Katie Price. Kelly wore the marks of her two battles that day and did not look particularly happy, Katie meanwhile, looked jubilant when she set eyes on the trussed up blonde.

“Oh well done Kelly! You know I almost didn’t believe you but then you’d never be so dumb as to take on me again, would you?”

Kelly shook her head fearfully. Still clearly cowed by her experiences that morning.

“Good girl, starting to see your place in life, aren’t you? Well as a reward and as I promised here’s that tape I made with you this morning. You can do what you like with it. Destroy it, or who knows maybe you’ll want to watch it again. Either way, you’ve earned it. Now fuck off for the rest of the night and come back in the morning, I should have done with this cunt by then!”

Kelly seemed only too glad to grab the tape of her forced exploits with the horse and rushed from her own home leaving Jordan staring down at the beaten and bound Holly Willoughby.

“Holly, Holly. Not quite so stuck up now are you? I bet you’re wishing you’d done what I asked this morning, aren’t you? Too late now, and look what Kelly did to you just to get that tape back, eh? Wouldn’t have thought she had it in her, would you?”

Holly shook her head as if she could wish this all away but no such luck. She had to watch in mounting horror as the glamour model once called Jordan took off her coat to reveal a Dominatrix outfit beneath, all black leather and very intimidating. Worse still when she pulled a massive dildo from her bag, it was even longer and wider than the one she sported that morning and as she took great pleasure in showing close up to Holly is was coated in coarse sandpaper. Holly could only watch as the evil bitch carefully strapped it to her crotch and pointed it at her. Katie played with herself at the look of sheer terror on the blonde’s face now. Katie then produced a clear plastic bag and carefully popped it over Holly’s face and just as she shoved her thick, rough fake cock right up Holly’s dry arsehole she also pulled the plastic bag tight around Holly’s face cutting off every inlet for oxygen she had.

This was as extreme as things got and for the next hour Katie Price fucked Holly Willoughby like that, releasing her hold on the bag just as the blonde was on the verge of passing out only to do it again minutes later. By the time she stopped and dismounted Holly was a broken woman and ready to do anything her new Mistress demanded of her and first up were going to be tramps!