Jaclyn was working out in the private gym for celebrities trying to get in shape for movie roles. An anonymous call was made to Lynda to let her know where to find Jaclyn and what time she'd be there. Lynda bribed the owner to keep everyone else out for a few hours so she and Jaclyn could be alone.

It was a Saturday morning and Jaclyn had been working out for an hour when she was startled by a reflection that caught her eye in the mirror - Lynda Carter! Jaclyn was wearing shorts and a loose T-shirt that was wet with sweat. Lynda had on biker shorts and a tube top and she looked incredibly fit for a woman her age who'd just gotten out of the hospital. Lynda was a good 2 to 3 inches taller than Jaclyn and she appeared to be more muscular although Jaclyn had a sexier looking body.

"What're you doing here? This is a private gym," Jaclyn asked, putting on a brave front.

But Lynda sensed a little fear in Jaclyn's voice. They'd fought several times in the 70's with Lynda coming out on top most of the time, once putting the ex-angel in the hospital.

"You know why I'm here. You stinking skank! You're going down!" Lynda snarled as she moved toward Jaclyn.

"Wait, Wait, we can work something out," the Angel pleaded while backing away.

Normally Jaclyn wasn't one to back down, but she'd never seen such anger in Lynda before and was afraid for her safety.

"Fuck you! I'm going to tear you into."

Lynda was in no mood to hear anything the smaller actress had to say as she menacingly moved closer. When Lynda came close enough, she suddenly kicked Jaclyn in the stomach. Lynda got the Angel in a side headlock but Jaclyn got her hands under Linda's legs and lifted her into the air. Lynda let loose of the headlock, but quickly wrapped her legs around Jaclyn's head and when they fell to the mat Lynda maintained the head scissors.

Jaclyn tried squirming her way out from between Linda's massive legs but Lynda just laughed at her struggles. Jaclyn kept kicking and eventually she was able to kick out. A bit out of breathe, the Angel rubbed her neck trying to restore circulation to her head.

"We can talk about this Lynda," Jaclyn said hopefully.

Lynda ignored Jaclyn and charged. The two veterans locked hands and pushed against the other and Lynda was winning this strength contest until Jaclyn snapped a knee up, driving it solidly between Linda's legs. When Lynda doubled over clutching her battered pussy, Jaclyn grabbed Lynda by the hair and flipped her over, sending the tall woman flying through the air onto her ass. Lynda bounced up quickly but Jaclyn kept the handhold on Linda's hair and just flipped her again.

This time when Lynda tried to get up, Jaclyn slammed her knee to Linda's face sending her back down on her back. Jaclyn rolled the taller woman over on her stomach and grabbed her long legs, going for a Boston crab. Lynda grunted as a sharp pain shot the length of her back. Lynda tried crawling away, using her fingernails to pull her along the rough canvas matting. She forced Jaclyn to loosen her grip a bit to reset it and it allowed Lynda to push herself up and knock Jaclyn off.

Lynda got up slowly, holding her aching back, and her slowness let Jaclyn quickly scoot around behind her and wrap her arms around Linda's head. This time Jaclyn was going for a sleeper. With her legs not yet back at full strength, Lynda slowly sank to her knees as Jaclyn tightened the hold.

"You should have talked when you had the chance, you ignorant cunt. Now you're going to sleep!" Jaclyn said changing her tune now that she was in charge.

But Lynda wasn't an ex-champion for nothing. She wasn't anywhere near ready to give up. Just seconds into the sleeper Lynda reached up with her hands and started pulling Jaclyn's hair. As she Jaclyn's head forward and down, Jaclyn lost leverage on the sleeper hold. Lynda, still on her knees, got to one foot then the other. With Lynda upright, Jaclyn wasn't tall enough to maintain the sleeper on the taller woman's head.

Jaclyn let the sleeper go, but she climbed on Linda's back, wrapped her arms around her neck and started choking. Reacting quickly, Lynda ran backward as fast as she could until Jaclyn's back slammed into the wall. Jaclyn grunted on impact, and although shaken she didn't release the choke. Lynda took a few steps forward with Jaclyn still clinging to her back, then ran backward again. This time when Jaclyn's back and head hit the wall, she fell off of Lynda, landing with a thud on the floor.

While Lynda was shaking off the effects of the choke it gave Jaclyn time to get to her bearings and get to one knee. When Lynda approached her Jaclyn was able to attack with an upward thrust of her open hand between Linda's legs. She followed up the finger thrust with a fisted crotch shot and got to her feet as Lynda doubled moaning over in pain with both hands on her crotch.

Jaclyn slammed her knee to Linda's face that brought her upright then followed that with two lefts and a roundhouse right to the face that sent Lynda reeling back against the wall. Jaclyn grabbed an arm of the taller actress and prepared to whip her into the other wall, but Lynda stopped Jaclyn in her tracks when she grabbed one of Jaclyn's arms and reversed the hold, whipping the angel into the wall. She hit the wall with authority and the impact on Jaclyn's back was tremendous! Jaclyn put her arms around her lower back and bent forward in obvious pain.

Lynda charged toward her going for a clothesline but Jaclyn saw it coming and ducked underneath. She also stuck out her foot and was able to trip Lynda who went flying headfirst into the wall. Perhaps because of their age or inactivity, both women just kneeled on the floor, taking a minute to regain their composure as well as their breath.

After the brief respite the two adversaries were facing each other and began exchanging slaps. Before long, the stronger of the two women, Lynda, was getting the better of Jaclyn. After Lynda landed her fourth slap with her full weight behind it, Jaclyn's legs began to buckle. Lynda grabbed Jaclyn by the hair and bullied her back against the wall. A hard knee lift to the crotch stopped all of Jaclyn's offensive moves as her firm slumped. Pleased with the results, Lynda added a second and then a third knee lift. Jaclyn's eyes' were bugging out as she doubled over in pain barely able to stand up. This allowed Lynda time to measure her foe for a fourth knee. It landed solidly on the angel's public bone and dropped her to her knees clutching her womanhood, then she slowly toppled forward until her forehead hit the floor.

Still not satisfied, Lynda reached down and dragged the gasping actress up by her hair.

"Let me go. No more!" Jaclyn was crying, all her will to fight gone.

But her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.

Jaclyn tried to throw a punch upward between Linda's legs but in her battered condition the punch was weak and too slow. Lynda saw it coming and easily blocked the low blow. Jaclyn's other weak punches bounced harmlessly off Linda's muscular thighs and her tight abs.

Another knee to Jaclyn's crotch would have put her on her knees again, if Lynda hadn't been holding her up. Lynda held the back of Jaclyn's head as she banged it off one of the steel exercise machines. As Jaclyn was starting to fall, Lynda grabbed her by the arm and whipped Jaclyn around and slammed her into the wall back first. The angel bounced off a few feet and was met with a clothesline from the charging Lynda. Jaclyn went straight over backward and her head hit the floor hard.

Jaclyn rolled around on the floor with her hands clutching her aching head and moaning. With Jaclyn down and dazed, Lynda started stomping the angel's stomach, chest and head. When she stopped, it was only to drop with her knees slamming into Jaclyn's chest and head. Lynda placed her knee on Jaclyn's throat choking her. The stunned angel tried clawing Linda's leg but the tall beauty refused to budge.

Lynda got to her feet, dragging Jaclyn up with her by the elbow and a handful of hair. Lynda drove her knee into the angel's midsection doubling her over again, then picked her up over her head and bodyslammed her to the mat. Jaclyn grunted and arched her back in pain. Seeing how successful the move was, Lynda decided to repeat it. She scooped Jaclyn up and bodyslammed her again...and again...and again. After five bodyslams, Jaclyn was a battered heap at Linda's feet.

Lynda picked her up for another bodyslam but instead she extended her knee so the angel's back dropped on it as she fell. There was a crack from Jaclyn's back that brought a smile to Linda's cruel lips. She held Jaclyn dangling over her leg with one hand under Jaclyn's chin pushing her head back while her other hand on Jaclyn's thigh was pushing her lower body down.

Jaclyn could only grunt and moan in pain as she squirmed weakly. A right hand fist knocked Jaclyn off Linda's knee and back down to the floor where she lay barely moving. Lynda taunted Jaclyn as the angel struggled to roll over and get to her knees. Lynda stood calmly watching as Jaclyn took several moments to bravely struggle to her knees.

Once Jaclyn struggled to her knees, Lynda kicked her in the face and knocked the angel back on her back. Lynda stomped Jaclyn's midsection, each stomp making Jaclyn's torso jerk upright before another kick to the head knocked her back down to the floor. Since Jaclyn wasn't going to get up anytime soon, Lynda heaved Jaclyn up to her hands and knees, then stood over her and placed her nemesis' head between her legs in a standing neck-scissors.

Jaclyn's face immediately turned red trapped in Linda's vice-like hold. Lynda had to pull Jaclyn's head up by the hair whenever it dropped down as she nearly passed out from the crushing pressure of Linda's constricting thighs. When Jaclyn's hands and arms stopped clutching her thighs and went limp, Lynda spread her legs and let Jaclyn drop to the floor on her face.

Lynda looked down in disgust, then kicked Jaclyn over onto her back. Jaclyn's eyes were glazed and her mouth was gaping open. Lynda put her foot across Jaclyn's throat and pressed down, choking her. Jaclyn weakly raised her hands and tried to push it off but in her weakened condition she was unable to budge it. In minutes Jaclyn's tongue began protruding from her mouth and her hands slid down Linda's calf and dropped to the floor.

When Jaclyn's eyes began to flutter, Lynda realized she was about to lose consciousness so she eased off the pressure to keep Jaclyn awake. Lynda picked Jaclyn up around the waist and turned her upside down in pile driving position, then drove her aching head down into the floor. That was enough to finally knock out the ex-angel.

Lynda stood over her fallen foe, wiping sweat from her brow and staring down at Jaclyn's limp body while she contemplated her next move. Lynda pulled off Jaclyn's top and then her bra and shorts leaving her in only a pair of cotton panties. Lynda also took off her own top and shorts so she was wearing just a pair of silk panties. Then she straddled Jaclyn's chest in a schoolgirl pin and lightly slapped her face until she came to.

"Welcome back sweetie, the fun is just beginning," Lynda taunted the beaten women beneath her.

Jaclyn kicked her legs and tried to buck off the large brunette but she had no chance. She was far too weak and Lynda was quite a bit heavier. Finally, Lynda scooted off her foe and lay behind her, wrapping her long legs around Jaclyn's neck in another scissors. Jaclyn thrashed wildly as she tried to pry Linda's legs apart, but they were and still are among the most powerful of all celebrities and in her weakened condition Jaclyn had no hope of escaping.

Jaclyn felt the oxygen deprivation burn in her chest as Lynda squeezed unmercifully. The dark-haired beauty's face turned red again. But whenever Jaclyn neared the point of passing out and closed her eyes, Lynda would ease off the pressure and stretch forward, slapping her face to keep her awake. After several minutes of this cat and mouse, Lynda started rhythmically squeezed her legs until Jaclyn finally passed out again.

Knocking Jaclyn out gave Lynda a tingling sensation in her loins and she quickly dropped to her knees and straddled Jaclyn's face. Lynda gently blew in Jaclyn's face until she regained consciousness. As soon as Jaclyn open her eyes Lynda cackled and went right into a front facesit. The ex-champion positioned Jaclyn's lips and nose against her thick bush and began rubbing her clit on Jaclyn's face. She rubbed slowly with little weight at first, then pressed down with all her weight completely covering the angel's breathing passages as she became further aroused.

Suddenly, Lynda stopped and raised up off Jaclyn, looking down on her with an evil look.

"Please...stop," Jaclyn gasped, struggling to get the words out. "I'll give you anything you want."

"Fine," Lynda chuckled. "You can start by sticking out your tongue and satisfying me."

"NO! NO!" Jaclyn tearfully sobbed, trying unsuccessfully to shake her head from side to side between Linda's thighs.

Lynda shrugged and just pressed her full weight back on Jaclyn and didn't move. She just kept her sex pressed on Jaclyn's face as hard as she could. She even grabbed the back of the actress's head and pulled her face tighter against her wet panty-clad pussy, grinding her crotch on Jaclyn's face for several minutes before she eased off again.

"Well, how about now?" Lynda asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

Jaclyn could only turn her head to the side, barely having the energy to gasp for air and almost completely out of it. Lynda slapped Jaclyn across the face hard four times. Jaclyn started to cry but as her face reddened even deeper, she submissively stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes.

"You're not as stupid as you look."

Lynda eased her cunt down over Jaclyn's tongue and sat there as the angel used what remained of her energy to pleasure the victor. Lynda began to moan but she also applied more pressure to her captive's face. Jaclyn frantically clawed at Linda's thighs, squirming helplessly under the larger woman and beating her feet up and down on the floor.

Lynda shuddered with excitement and goose bumps popped up on her body. The warm feeling flowing through her exhilarated her and she completely forgot about the unfortunate woman beneath her. Without realizing it, Lynda had again covered Jaclyn's breathing passages as she shoved the actress's face deep into her steaming sex. Lynda became lost in the moment as she began rapidly grinding her sex on the now unconsciousness angel. A few hard thrusts later Lynda came on her foe, the thin material of her panties unable to keep her sticky fluid from covering her prey. Lynda continued to rock back and forth slowly until she regained her composure, then got up and looked down at her opponent with disdain. Lynda kicked the unconscious women in the head, spit on her, collected her things and left the gym a satisfied woman.

Several minutes after Lynda had walked out the door, another woman appeared and entered the gym. She was Shannen Doherty, the same one who told Lynda where Jaclyn was going to be today. Shannen knew that as angry as Lynda was, one of the two veterans would surely end up laid out and that she could swoop in like a vulture to pick the bones. As she approached the unconscious angel, Shannen stripped down to just a thong.

Shannen tied Jaclyn's hands before she straddled the actress with her crotch pressing down on Jaclyn's neck. Then, very gently, Shannen began to blow in Jaclyn's face to revive her. When Jaclyn opened her eyes, at first she didn't know what was happening but her eyes widened in terror when she looked up and saw Shannen's evil, leering smile. Jaclyn opened her mouth to scream but Shannen simply clapped her delicate hands over her mouth and pinched her nostrils shut.

"MMMMMPPH!" Jaclyn gurgled as she tried to cry out.

Jaclyn had no hope of escape with her limbs tied up and very soon her eyes began to flutter as she started to lose consciousness. But before she passed out, Shannen lifted her hands and let Jaclyn gasp a mouthful of precious air. Then back down went the evil one's hands as she covered Jaclyn's mouth once more to resume her smothering. Shannen's giggles echoed off the walls of the empty gym as she teased, taunted and toyed with Jaclyn. Every couple of minutes lifting her hands just as Jaclyn was about to pass out.

"For an old woman," Shannen mused, "you sure have pretty firm titties," as she felt Jaclyn's erect nipples pressing into her bottom. "You won't mind if I play with them a while…will you?"

As Shannen rose up to turn around, Jaclyn's only answer was a loud "AAAAHHH" as she sucked in another lungful of life-giving oxygen. Then Shannen planted her firm young ass on Jaclyn's face and moaned softly as if she were slipping into a warm bubble bath as her ass enveloped Jaclyn's features and she felt Jaclyn's hot breath on her pussy.

"I bet you like having my sweet pussy in your face don't you?" Shannen said, cackling in her demented way.

Jaclyn couldn't answer but Shannen smiled when she felt Jaclyn's mumbled response vibrate her cheeks. Shannen felt an old familiar warm sensation in her loins as she leaned forward and began to fondle her own tits, her nipples growing erect and hard with excitement as she continued smothering the helpless woman beneath her.

Shannen shifted her attention from her own tits to Jaclyn's, kneading them roughly until little droplets appeared on her nipples. Satisfied with her progress, Shannen moved her point of attack further south as she poked and prodded with her finger in Jaclyn's pussy, making the angel thrash and kick her legs in silent protest.

The petite bitch then added two more fingers as she penetrated deep into the angel's vagina, causing an involuntarily jerk of the prone woman's hips as her legs flopped and flailed helplessly. The abuse Jaclyn was enduring while trapped under Shannen's small but firm butt was too much for the veteran and she passed out. A spasmodic twitch of Jaclyn's feet signaled she'd lost the battle with unconsciousness.

Seeing Jaclyn out cold sent a perversely thrilling shiver down Shannen's spine and she began to pump her ass up and down in a rapid motion. She also increased the thrusting of her fingers in and out of Jaclyn's love hole. Shannen gasped with delight when she felt Jaclyn's unconscious body tense and the juice flowing out from between the actress's limp legs.

Shannen settled down on Jaclyn's face and rubbed herself back and forth, stimulating herself into a sexual frenzy until she felt the cartridge in Jaclyn's nose break. As a trickle of blood rolled down Jaclyn's cheek, Shannen cackled in delight. The evil one clamped her thighs tight against Jaclyn's head and exploded in orgasm, shooting her juices over Jaclyn's features and yelling so loud that anyone outside the gym could have heard her. Jaclyn's entire face was now soaked in Linda's and Shannen's love juices.

For the next few minutes Shannen molested Jaclyn's tits, squeezing out more of her milky fluid as she continued to rock slowly on her face in a trance-like state. So intent was Shannen on pleasing herself at Jaclyn's expense, she never heard someone enter the gym and tip-toe up to stand behind her...

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