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[b][u][center]The Better Mistress

For MetalR169

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It was the virtual event of the decade, and both competitors knew that everyone was talking about it. The buzz had spread through the ‘net, and there were all kinds of advertisers that were pushing and jockeying for the chance to have the opportunity to put their ads on the streams. Not that many of them would get the chance; both Justina and Melany were hoping to have this done in as few rounds as possible.

Justina narrowed her eyes at herself in the mirror, turning left, right, left again to look herself over. The professional slave trainer had been preparing for this match ever since the day that she realized that there was someone on her level among the anthros, and she supposed that she’d been aware that their semi-rivalry would turn into something else unless one of them had broken past the other, proving that they were the better domme without involving this sort of scenario.

That hadn’t happened, quite obviously. She tossed her head back, shaking her head as she imagined that ‘mare’ showing off to the crowd already. The damn equine had probably been streaming to her private fans for the last twenty-four hours, at least, living it up, showing off everything that she had, getting them into a frenzy for the display.

Not that it would do any good, as far as Justina was concerned. The anthros would never have the same discipline that the humans had, nor the same focus that would carry them to a proper victory.

She turned in a circle, giving herself one last go-over in the mirror. She had a good look, one that would hold the attention of the viewers. A leather corset, one that was pulled just tight enough to push her breasts up and leave her gasping in a good, throaty fashion, was her main piece of attire. The rest was limited to a pair of fishnet stockings that ran from the top of her thighs all the way down to her toes, and a pair of leather boots that had a four-inch heel. Not great for moving around, but that was fine; she didn’t plan to be doing most of the moving.

She wore a belt, of course, with several tools of her trade. A paddle and crop on one side, a whip on the other, and a few little vials that were tucked behind her back. She planned on keeping those to the end, just to make sure that she didn’t waste a drop, but she was sure that there’d be a moment for them. She clicked her long nails against the wooden board under the mirror, testing them. Good and sharp, plenty sharp for back-scratching, which would be her way of delivering a secret weapon.

[i]Can’t trust an anthro not to cheat, so I need to be ready…[/i]

“[b]Justina to the ring. Justina to the ring.[/b]”

And that was the end of her time to prep. She was a little more exposed than she would have started most of her training sessions, but Justina was fine with that. The world had seen her pussy more than once; it was just one more time to be exposed.

She took a deep breath, then steeled her expression. A small smile tried to creep free as she stared at her own face, but she killed it with a narrow-eyed gaze. It was just about perfect, and it would do well.

[i]Good...good…[/i]

Turning on her heels, she made her way out of the dressing room and down the abandoned halls. The other dressing rooms were properly abandoned, left alone, and she made her way through the silent corridor to the well-lit door at the end. A red door, marked with black stripes running down it.

The closer she got, the more she could hear from the other side. The thud, thud, thud sounds of a bass speaker getting a workout, the piped-through cheers of a crowd, and, of course, the huffing sound of someone abusing themselves: Justina snorted in annoyance. Melany was going to be an easy opponent, as far as she was concerned.

The door opened as soon as she stepped within two feet of it, exposing the ring, and more importantly, her opponent: Melany the Mare.

Of course, ‘mare’ was a bit of a misnomer as far as Justina was concerned. The other woman had a cock that would have put most stallions to shame, and she flagrantly flaunted it everywhere. Even during business meetings, if one could believe the stories that passed through their business.

They were nearly as opposite as a pair could be, as aside from their intention of dominating everything that they came in contact with, they could not be more different. One human, one anthro. One purely female, one mixed in all kinds of ways. One controlled, one -

Splat.

Not. Justina narrowed her eyes at the splatter of pre-cum and more against the transparent panel of plastic between her and the equine trainer, shaking her head as she walked around the ring to the proper entrance.

[i]This will decide it once and for all,[/i] she thought. [i]The world will see who is the better slave trainer. And it WILL be me.[/i]

It had been a long time coming, this match, but despite her cool exterior, Justina was almost looking forward to it. The slave market had suffered a massive glut of late due to various newcomers to the business, all of them trying to build up a reputation as good trainers, but most of them were little better than tele-dommes, able to train someone for a scene, but not for a lifetime. They were no threat to her, but Melany…

Melany had come out of the gate like a force of nature. The equine herm had bought up more slaves than anyone should have been able to, and then put them on the market less than a month later. Everyone, Justina included, had assumed that the slaves would be put down as rubbish within a week. The equine would have been just one more flash in the pan, one more nothing that everyone would move on from and forget about in little more time.

Instead, the slaves had been well-trained, obedient, and...well, if they were a little dumber than the average slave, that was just a reminder that they were being bought for labor and not for something else. It was a shift in the business, something that pulled more attention to her, and took a few of Justina’s clients from her in the process.

It would have been almost forgivable for her, save for one thing. Melany refused to break any anthro slaves, and focused exclusively on humans, and more importantly, only on female humans.

Whether it was meant as a shot in her direction or was a mere coincidence, Justina didn’t know, but it was taken as a warning shot, and she prepared for it. She responded by taking more equine anthros as her subjects, breaking them down, and selling them off. The war of slave-training had continued, one by one, subject by subject, until the pair of them were the biggest names in the slave trade. Nobody knew who was better, however, but after tonight, they would.

She found the door, stepping inside. Her opponent, black-furred save for a diamond on her forehead and the pink of her nipples, shaft, and pussy, smirked at her. Justina tossed her hair back, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail, letting it fall down her back. Bronzed skin, black fur; they were both powerful figures, and with her heels, almost of a height with one another. Though the other woman was quite a bit...stronger-scented. Justina sneered as the smell of horse cum stank up the arena.

“Marking your cell, are you?” Justina asked, brushing unseen dust from her arm. “I can’t blame you. You’ll be here for a long time.”

“Only as long as it takes to break you, dearie,” the mare said, grinning as she ran a finger along the underside of her cock. “It won’t take long once you’re mounted on this.”

“Funny. I imagine that you’ll lose that smirk once you realize what a real woman can do.”

“Really? You brought a partner?”

“Hmm. You are impertinent.”

“Those old laws are long-gone, girl. An anthro can do anything that a human can, these days.”

“But can they do it as well?” Justina smiled. “I doubt it.”

There it was. The first crack in the mare’s smugness. That was a part of it, then, she decided; there was a bit of an inferiority complex that she could take advantage of. She made a mental note as she approached the other woman, the pair of them soon standing in the center of the circular arena.

“[b]Ladies and gentlemen and all other viewers,[/b]” the same voice that had called her to the ring announced. “[b]We’re almost ready for the match of the decade. A sex fight like nothing else. A domination decider that will declare the domme of the -[/b]”

“Get on with it!” Justina and Melany called up without breaking eye contact.

“[b]In this corner, the Mistress of Mayhem, the Chief Mare, the Breaker of the Herd, give it up for Melany the Mare![/b]” The equine woman grinned as she was introduced, turning on the spot and flaunting her curves, her cock, her balls, everything. “[b]Setting a world record for slaves sold in one month in her first year in the industry, she’s rumored to use the best bestial of techniques, and that no human can stand against her. We’ll find out if that’s true tonight, because if her opponent can’t stand up to her, nobody can![/b]

“[b]That’s right, everyone tonight, we bring to you the Midnight Madame, the Leader of the Lost, the Lady of Leather herself, JUSTINA![/b]”

Unlike the mare, she didn’t turn, didn’t display herself. She knew what she looked like, and she knew better than to flaunt it for the camera. It was just one more way to show off and to give up weaknesses. A little control, a little style, was a great deal better for presentation than just strutting one’s stuff.

“[b]The leader of the industry for six years running and a major contender before that, Justina’s the perfector of the Total Break method, leaving slaves without their prior personality and making sure that they retain all their skills. She doubtlessly plans to bring this to bear on the mare tonight, but will it be enough? Let’s find out! In two minutes, the bell will ring. Come out fucking, or go down sucking! To your corners![/b]”

She got a knowing smirk from the mare before turning around, and she made sure to show none of the irritation that she felt. There was no reason to be nervous, angry, or anything in front of this creature. She had broken far worse than this woman, and she would do more in the future. Tonight was about proving a point, nothing more, and nothing less.

Even so, she could not deny a small thrill ran through her as she sat down on the far end of the ring, waiting for the bell to go off. She looked forward to putting this woman in her place; it had been too long since she had actually had someone that could stand up to her techniques for more than a few minutes.

The minutes passed, and they both stood up. Melany took a stance that Justina recognized from her past, when she had been just starting out. It was a fairly classical stance that put the legs shoulder-width apart, showing off one’s sex and attributes, making a statement through the cockiness of the display more than anything else. One was saying that they were ready to show off, and ready to take control, because they were bigger, better, stronger than the other person, and they had the confidence to be in charge.

Of course, it was fairly basic. Justina smirked, slowly taking her own starting pose. She stood with one hip leading, like she was on the verge of a strut, and pulled her whip free. Rather than letting it dangle, she pulled it tight to her side, showing off restraint, control, the power to take charge and expecting that submission, and being ready to command it.

Experience against Arrogance. And she was winning.

Their pose-off didn’t last long, and Melany charged for her, grinning as that cock throbbed forward, pushing up against the mare’s stomach. Justina chuckled, turning the rest of the way, spinning on her hip. It was as good as dodging a bull, and twice as satisfying to bring the whip down afterward with a hard crack.

CRACK!

The mare yelped, rubbing her ass cheek as she spun around. Her hooves clicked against the floor as she did, and doubtlessly some cameras had zoomed in, showing the welt already rising on her ass for the hit.

The commentary was probably text only at this point, streamed out to their audience. That was fine with her. She wanted to focus on the task at hand, not on what some announcer thought of what she did.

The blow was, however, enough to convince the other female to take it slower. The mare chuckled, shaking her head, circling around where Justina stood in the center. The human shook her head in turn, coiling the whip up once more.

“Think you can control me with that pathetic thing?” Melany asked.

“I think that it takes far more than this to control a wild animal like yourself.”

“Hmmph. You’d be right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Heh, so am I. And I know I’m right when I say that you’re going to be choking on this thing in a few minutes,” the mare herm said, hefting her cock and letting it fall once more.

It was certainly a risk, Justina knew. There was always the chance that the taller, stronger woman could break through her guard, and if that happened, she knew that it was going to be a trick and a half to get her control of the situation back. However, that didn’t mean it was impossible, just...difficult.

And only if she lost it in the first place.

As Melany circled her, however, she was ever more aware of the smell in the room, the thick, horsy musk smell that was getting ever stronger the longer that the match went on. Some of it had to come from her opponent’s body, her sweat, but there was something else, too, something thicker. Something hotter. Something that -

She glanced at the puddles of seed drying on the walls and floor, and cursed under her breath. It was more than just a camera show, then.

“Keep your eyes on me!”

The mare charged forward again, and Justina swung her whip. It cracked...but not from impact. Her opponent had grabbed it out of the air, and was already pulling on it. Justina let go, but too late; she was already getting dragged forward, and no sooner had she stumbled off-balance than the mare was right there. That cock slid between her legs, sliding along her thighs rather than up into a more dangerous place, but soon, she was caught.

Trapped between mare breasts, right against that sweaty flesh that was just under them. She gasped, looking up as her head spun, and Melany grinned.

“Heh, the same place that all those bitches sat when I was training them. Feel good down there, hmm?” the mare asked.

“It feels like where [i]you[/i] belong,” Justina muttered.

“Really? Feels like I deserve something like this?”

The mare flexed - SMACK! - and that oversized shaft swung up, slapping the human right along her pussy. Her eyes went wide at the impact, not so much from indignation - though that was certainly part of it - but also from the fact that it felt better than it should. Far better.

[i]The musk...it’s putting me into…[/i]

There had to be pheromones at work there, enhanced ones, for that matter. Was that how the mare had been breaking her slaves? Using that brute scent to slowly warp their minds until they were merely sexual toys, broken down and made into these little fleshy playthings? Oh, that would explain a lot…

But it would not happen to her. Not now, not ever.

Justina brought her head back and focused her attention on the shaft between her legs. Her thighs came together, and she squeezed, hard. Even as she worked her legs, using her thighs better than some women would have used their holes, she could feel it splattering against her ass. The thick head was oozing, dripping -

And worst of all, spilling something that was more than just liquid. Her eyes went wide, and then narrowed again.

“Parasites?” she hissed. “Oh, you are a low-bred whore…”

“Heh, you use whatever you can get.”

“There is such a thing as standards.”

“Standards are set by the best.”

“And you are hardly the best. That title...that title belongs to me,” Justina said, gritting her teeth as she felt that medial ring bumping her clit every time that she slid a little too far forward or pulled that little bit too far back. It was a headier pleasure than she expected, that was for sure. “And I will put you in your place.”

“Not...mmmph....not if I put you in yours...first.”

[i]Parasites in the shaft, pheromones in the sweat...she’s trying to break someone by rutting them enough times…[/i]

And if the mare thought that she could afford to spread that much cum and musk through the arena before the round started and still have the stamina to fuck her into submission, then Justina knew that she had to shift her expectations. The mare could probably outlast her, stamina-wise, if they were fucking. Which meant that she needed to change the odds, particularly with those worms slowly slithering from the mare’s cock and along her ass cheeks.

For that, however, she needed space, and she wasn’t going to get that up close. She lifted one leg, a risk with that shaft so close to her, and -

“Heh, what are you doing, human? Riding me? Let me help you, bitch.”

Melany grabbed her by the ankles, then the thighs, and [i]pulled.[/i] Without warning, Justina was yanked right off her feet, resting her ass against the head of that cock, and her legs were all the way around her opponent. The human’s eyes went wide, particularly as the mare dragged her along by her hips. That flared head slid down along her asshole, then along her thighs -

[i]Too close...gotta...break free![/i]

Her boots had always been made with a quick-release to put a slave in their place, and she was more than grateful for that today. She kicked, and the boots released her. She slid right out of them, falling backwards and rolling onto her feet once more. Despite losing several inches of height from the maneuver, she was free again, which was the important thing. The overwhelmingly important thing, for that matter.

Even as Melany looked more confused than anything else from having lost her grip and her moment of victory, Justina whipped the riding crop from her side out, shaking her head as she fumbled along behind her back. The belt, the vials; she had to get one of them now. Even as she used the riding crop to keep the mare back with one hand, she tapped her nails against the vial she managed to uncork, dosing the tips with some of the drugs she’d brought along.

“What are you planning, huh? Thinking that you can just break me like all the other mares that you dragged under your boots?” Melany asked. “Let me tell you, jockey-girl. I’m going to make sure that you are the one getting rutted from now on. Just come over here and we’ll get this over with.”

“I’m going to make sure that you learn your place. It’s time that you found yourself back where you used to be.”

“Heh, you mean in the gutter, I bet. Lemme tell you, you learn a lot in the gutter.”

“You don’t learn restraint. Or class. Or the rules.”

“And who is the one trying to cheat right now?”

“All tools are allowed. Other living things…”

“Are just one more kind of tool,” the mare said, chuckling as a few more worm-like parasites slid free of her cock. “And in a minute, you’re going to realize just how good these little guys feel inside you…”

She expected another charge, and she got one. Unfortunately, it turned into a slide at the last second, with Melany kicking her leaves out from under her. Justina hit the ground, hard, rolled onto her back -

And then the mare was over her, that fat, throbbing cock flopped out on the human’s stomach. She grunted from the blow, staring down at that wide cock head, at the parasitic worms that were slowly slithering free. They were just big enough that she knew that they wouldn’t be able to infect her breasts, but…

[i]If they get in my pussy...or my ass…[/i]

She recognized them. They were short-lived parasites, meant to deliver over-stimulation, hyper-stimulation, releasing all kinds of chemicals that kept the nerves firing at greater strength over time. They’d die within a day, but until then, she’d be feeling [i]everything[/i] down there far better than she should. Even with her control, she’d find it hard to stay sane, particularly with the mare’s thick scent all over the place.

[i]Have to...turn this around…[/i]

But the how of how to do that rather escaped her. She gritted her teeth in frustration, even as the mare pulled back, dragging that fat cock along her stomach, along the corset, before resting it between Justina’s legs.

“Tell me, bitch. Ever actually taken a horse cock?” Melany asked. “Or were you always using them as strap-ons to break others?”

“...”

“I’ll take that as a no, dearie. Well, let’s see how long it takes you to fucking BREAK!”

POP!

The sound and feeling of that shaft popping into her sex was enough to leave her wheezing, gasping even, and she stared straight up at her opponent as that cock kept going deeper, deeper, and deeper still. She could feel it making a bulge in her, spreading her open down there, leaving her wheezing as it went so far up that it felt like it was going to bump right under her rib cage. And the further it went, the more that it oozed, both that fragrant pre-cum, and the parasites that it held.

Having never used parasites to break her slaves, she had no idea how they felt when they were used. Almost instantly, Justina was gasping for breath, and not just from the pressure of the cock nearing her lungs. It was entirely down to the little freaks that were slithering in and around her pussy, pushing at her inner walls, nuzzling into nerves that she didn’t know she had. Her hands twisted into clenched fists, and her mouth fell open as she gasped for breath.

“Heheh, that’s it. I love it when my bitches start making faces.”

“Fuck...fuck…”

“Heh, gonna fuck you, alright...fuck you and break you…”

This was how anthros broke others, she thought. This was how the mare broke her various slaves. She kept using them, shoving them down and breaking them with pleasure that they didn’t know how to handle. And she was going to be next if she didn’t do something about it.

[i]Get...get a grip…[/i]

She didn’t know if she could do that. Every second breath was another gasp for air as the worms made her more sensitive, as the equine finally bottomed out inside of her. That shaft had to be deep in her womb at that point, too far in to be anything else, but somehow it felt good. Somehow, she had been warped to enjoy that.

[i]Gotta...gotta…[/i]

She tried to raise the riding crop, but Melany only grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her with ease. The mare chuckled.

“And what do you think you’re going to do with that?”

“...”

“That’s right. Nothing.”

Melany shook her by the wrist until she dropped it, and then tossed it off to the side. It gave Justina the half-second that she needed to strike back.

Crack. It was just a slap, a small slap against the anthro’s side, but it was enough to rake her sharpened nails across flesh. She felt them sink in, and more importantly, she felt the flesh pull, giving her drugged nails the chance to do what it needed to do.

Throb.

Throb.

“Wha...ah….ah...NNNNGH!”

A half-second later, the horse was cumming. That throbbing shaft jumped, pulsing and thickening from where it had pierced her all the way to her womb. Justina screamed as it pushed her over the edge, floods of worms and cum shooting into her depths. It tickled and itched in her core, some of the worms touching places in her uterus that were not meant for pleasure, but were rapidly being converted for it. She gritted her teeth, riding it out -

But it was too much. She still came. She still came, squirting around that cock inside of her, even as Melany tried to pull back. The other woman strained, her hips trying to thrust forward, to keep humping, but suddenly, she was under the same sort of effects as Justina was...and clearly, the horse wasn’t used to it.

[i]Control...keep...control…[/i]

Justina tried to get up, and failed. The horse pulled out of her, then fell over, gasping for breath, her hips shaking. They were side by side, on the verge of a sixty-nine, and they could both see the other all too clearly. Justina knew that she had her legs parted, her pussy oozing with her juices, with horse cum, with the remains of the worms crawling out of her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could make out the other woman’s sex twitching, that fat cock bouncing, those balls churning.

[i]Whoever...whoever gets up first...gets the advantage…[/i]

She was fighting the pleasure of her pussy, the worms that were tickling her, stimulating her, making it impossible for her to think clearly. She groaned under her breath, trying to push herself up, but every movement just made her all the more aware of the pleasure in her middle, and worse, the tingling need that every breath brought in reminded her how good it would feel if she just gave him. The musk, the pheromones, burned at her core, pulsing and throbbing as she felt some understanding of the heats that the anthros went through.

But the drug running through Melany would be doing as much, and possibly worse, considering that the aphrodisiacs were dosed with a mild paralytic, as well. The mare might be able to power through it, if she could focus…

But she doubted that the herm had that sort of mental strength.

Bit by bit, she forced herself to think of something other than the dripping heat between her legs. Bit by bit, she succeeded. Justina pulled herself upright, sitting up, and managed to drop her other hand between her legs. She fished out the worms, throwing them away. Though doubtlessly there were still some in her depths, she knew that she’d gotten the worst of them out. Struggling forward, she grabbed hold of her opponent’s cock. One stroke delivered a stream of pre-cum and a couple of smaller worms.

“Mmmph...ah...ah…”

“Feel that?” Justina hissed. “That...is what I’m going to make you feel...without ever going over the edge…”

She flicked her nails across the other woman’s chest, leaving light abrasions, the tiniest of red lines through the dark fur. Melany screamed, arching her back, those nipples standing out bright and pink through the fur.

“And I am going to train you...show you where you belong…”

Another slap, another scrape, this time right across the stomach. That womb would be on fire, she imagined. A fire that the other woman could put out, if she just had the strength of will to think of something other than her pleasures.

But that was the problem with anthros. They had no control of their pleasure. They embraced it, they enjoyed it, they spread it...but they did not know how to live without their bestial instincts, how to push past them. They were so used to being indulged, so used to enjoying themselves, that they did not know what to do when the instincts got too strong.

[i]A pity that the laws against them being natural slaves were repealed…[/i]

But at least they could still be slaves. But this...this should show the world how much more natural it was for them to be slaves than humans. She grinned, squeezing the shaft for a moment before slowly, gradually tugging it down.

“What...what are you doing?!”

“I’m putting this where it belongs...where you should have kept it all this time…”

Of course, bending a fully erect horse cock was something that took a little effort, but she was patient. Every time that she thought that she might move on to something else, all she had to do was think about how stretched and roughly handled her pussy was, and how it was going to take her actual surgery to get it tightened up again for her public image. She only had to think of the wrigglers that were deep in her womb, knowing that she’d have to get them flushed out later, and remember that this was something that the mare had planned for her, what Melany had done to countless human women to break them to send a message.

With that motivation, it was relatively easy to bend that shaft down and back, the head slowly rubbing against that much-less-used pussy just behind those balls. Melany gritted her teeth, trying to say something, but like always, she was too broken down. She was too overwhelmed. She had her own weapons turned against her, and unlike a human that had taken the time to learn control and precision, she had nothing to turn the weapon away from herself.

With a shove, Justina pushed that flared head past that pussy, and the mare screamed in pleasure. She came around her own cock, squirting, but the shaft blocked it, directing it back down. Wriggling shapes ran down the rod, infesting the other woman, forcing her to take it into her properly.

“Nnnnnngh! MMMMPH!”

The screams and moans continued, but Justina wasn’t done. She reached behind her, pulling one of the other vials from her waist. One had been for pleasure, an aphrodisiac. This one was for something else.

“I did not give you permission to cum...so I think I will take that away from you.”

“Nnngh?”

Justina knelt at the mare’s side, uncorking the vial and holding it over Melany’s mouth. The mare tried to turn away, but with the hyper-sensitivity, the pleasure, the need rolling through her, there was nothing that she could do. Her natural strength had deserted her, leaving her weaker than a foal would have been.

And as the human poured the clear fluid down her opponent’s throat, she seized up. She gasped, her eyes going wide as the oncoming orgasm was halted in its tracks. Justina watched as sweat droplets started appearing all over the other woman, spreading across her face, down her chest, over her stomach. She looked shiny, oiled up, more like some sort of sex doll than someone that had been doing regular breaking for other people.

In other words, she looked exactly as an anthro should. Less. Weak. Something to be owned.

Justina stood up slowly, bringing her foot down on the base of the mare’s shaft. Melany moaned out loud, particularly as the fishnets added their texture to the slow, teasing footjob that was already going on. Looking down to meet the mare’s eyes, she nodded firmly.

“I’m going to break you.”

“Nnngh...n-never…”

“No. Always. And forever.”

She pushed down, feeling the parasites wiggling through the shaft under her foot. By the time she was done, this mare was going to be stuffed full of them, her womb hyper-sensitized, bloated with them, poisoned by their chemicals to the point where breeding would become her most desired act for the womb-filling pleasure that would follow. She would be broken, no longer a sign of anthro ‘equality.’

She would be made an example. And she would learn, and so would all the others that said that this was a sign of how anthros could be as good as humans. They never would be, in Justina’s eyes. Not until they learned to control their instincts.

Or until they figured out that humans did not control their own, but merely had a different set. A set to dominate, cruelly, those that they could, an instinct that Justina was willing to listen to in cases like these.

“Now...let’s see how long it takes for you to beg…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Two doms have a fight to decide who is better.

Tags: F/H, Human, Mare, Equine, Speciesism, Superiority Problems, Vaginal, Self-Vaginal, Auto-Vaginal, Parasites, Cum, Orgasm, Squirt, Aphrodisiacs, Display, Fight, Sex Fight, Heels, Fishnets,