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Jackie vs. Marilyn Part 3

Marilyn froze. She began to cry over her already hopeless situation.

Things had worked out better than Jackie could have dreamed. The fight had not even started and there was Marilyn nude and defenseless, her privates pressed under Jackie’s aristocratically long foot.

“My dear, Marilyn, I warned you to stay away from Jack, but you didn’t listen to me and now the time for talking is over,” Jackie said in a calm, yet demanding tone. “Now we’ll settle things woman-to-woman.”

“But he loves me – I know it – and he doesn’t love you anymore,” Marilyn protested as tears rolled down her cheeks.
With rocket-like precision, Jackie reared back and kicked Marilyn squarely in the crotch with her long, pointed shoe, causing Marilyn’s own dainty size 6 ½ slippers to fly off her feet and across the room.

Marilyn clutched her wounded sex as she rolled on her back, her feet flat on the ground. Jackie followed up by stomping on Marilyn’s toes with her stiletto shoes, causing Marilyn to scream again and roll on her side, her sore toes wiggling in the air to relieve the sharp, stabbing pain.

Jackie grabbed Marilyn by both nipples and hoisted her to her sore feet. Jackie then slowly twisted each pink nub as she dragged Marilyn to her couch and the two women carefully sat down together.

Jackie continued to twist Marilyn’s nipples as she read off all of Marilyn’s past transgressions. Marilyn grabbed Jackie’s wrists and listened intently to Jackie as she wimpered, her eyes darting back and forth from Jackie’s cold, steely eyes to her torturing fingertips.

Jackie also continued to use the toe-end of her stylish shoes to crush Marilyn’s bare toes, but the pain in Marilyn’s nipples was so intense she could not feel the stinging pain in her feet.

After several minutes of tit and foot torture, Jackie stood up and allowed Marilyn to rub her aching nipples and toes.
During that timeout, Jackie went to Marilyn’s bathroom medicine chest and came back with a bottle of barbiturates and a glass of water. She also had pulled the gun from her purse and aimed it at the starlet’s head.

“I don’t want to have to shoot you in your pretty face Marilyn, but you can understand that I mean business and I will if I have to,” Jackie said as Marilyn began to ball hysterically.

“I’d rather make your death tonight look like a suicide than blow away your famous facial features.”
“I’m going to die tonight?” Marilyn exclaimed, placing both hands together to beg for mercy as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Please don’t kill me I have too much to live for. I promise I’ll stay away from Jack. I have several movie deals in the works. I even got together with (former husband) Joe (DiMaggio) last weekend and we are thinking of getting back together. Oh, God, please don’t kill me!”

Jackie was unphased by Marilyn’s tears or her supposed future plans.

“You really are a dumb blond -- I thought that was just an act,” Jackie taunted.

“As I was saying, I want to make your death look like a suicide. But I’m giving you a fighting chance. Take these pills and then we’ll fight. If you somehow manage to win, you can call the authorities to arrest me and have your stomach pumped. If you lose, they’ll find your naked body in your bed, the victim of an apparent overdose.”

“No one will believe I committed suicide!” Marilyn cried.

“My dear, with the number of times paramedics have had to revive you in the past two years because of overdoses, they will think your death is nothing but suicide-related,” Jackie coldly replied.

“Now take those pills or I will shoot you in the face and authorities will think the Mafia did it. Either way I will be rid of you as a rival.”

The only hope Marilyn had was to take the pills and pray she could somehow overcome the effects of the drugs, beat Jackie in the catfight and call for paramedics to get there in time to save her life.

Because Marilyn had prevailed in a number of Hollywood catfights she figured she could overcome any attack by novice fighter Jackie if Jackie would put the gun away and fight fair.

As a nude Marilyn slowly and reluctantly consumed many of the pills, Jackie put her gun back in her purse and removed her dress to reveal her pink swimsuit.

She kept on her white gloves to ensure no incriminating fingerprints would be left behind. And Jackie adjusted her pillbox hat and string of pearls as if to dare Marilyn to try to knock the chapeau off her head or pull the strand from her neck. (The hat and pearls remained securely on throughout the balance of the fight.)

Because her high heels had worked so effectively in the early going, Jackie decided to leave those on for now, as well.

“I don’t suppose you will at least let me put on one of my bikinis so that our clothing situation will be somewhat equal?” Marilyn asked.

“You like to parade around on beaches and in magazines nude, so I figured you would be most comfortable fighting without the restraints of clothing,” Jackie said politely. “Besides, whatever you put on, you wouldn’t be wearing it for very long anyway.”

Marilyn got up and, despite starting to feel lightheaded from the pills, got into a wrestler’s crouch and prepared to fight. Seeing Marilyn’s legs spread slightly, Jackie smiled and again quickly kicked her in the crotch, sending Marilyn to the floor holding her damaged womanhood.

Jackie quickly spread Marilyn’s hands away from her crotch and sat on Marilyn’s bountiful chest, pinning Marilyn on her back, arms at her side.

Jackie’s nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Marilyn’s Chanel No. 5 perfume combined with the strong smell of her womanly juices, as Marilyn was dripping wet between her legs despite the abuse.

“I see that on some level you are enjoying this beating,” Jackie said as Marilyn begged Jackie to get off of her.

Jackie looked down at Marilyn’s pubic patch and thought how ironic it was that Jackie’s hairdresser was the legendary Kenneth, who had not only created Jackie's trademark bouffant hairdo, but also had advised Marilyn to dye her pubic hair blond to better fit her image.

Jackie grabbed two handfulls of Marilyn’s blond-tipped pubes and began to pull them out by the black roots. Marilyn screamed at this new assault on her body but was becoming too weak to do anything about it.

After 10 minutes of yanking out clumps of pubic hair, Jackie removed one of her long, slender shoes and showed it to a struggling Monroe.

“God, what huge feet you have!” Marilyn exclaimed, quickly realizing that, given their current positions, Jackie was
about to use the sharply pointed leather weapon to fill the feminine void that many times had been occupied by JFK’s marvelous organ.

Jackie harshly shoved the shoe into Marilyn’s sex and ravaged her for a good 10 minutes. How ironic it was that Marilyn’s last sexual encounter would be at the hilt of Jackie’s oversized high fashion footware and not one of the many Hollywood stars Monroe had joyfully pleasured.

After that humiliating assault that brought Marilyn to just shy of an orgasm, Jackie put the wet shoe back on her foot.

Jackie figured that in her lifetime, Marilyn had had enough orgasms, especially with John. The last thing Jackie wanted that night was for Marilyn to be satisfied in any way. The lack of that orgasm, Jackie figured, would haunt Marilyn into the afterlife.

Jackie then turned around on Marilyn, facing her terrific tits and gorgeous face.

“I’d like nothing better than to punch your breasts black and blue as well as your face, but I can’t have the coroner find you that way,” Jackie said as she again began pinching and twisting a frustrated Marilyn’s nipples.

Jackie figured the authorities would write off bruised nips to Marilyn having had engaged in rough lovemaking, not an attack by a killer.

End of Part 3. To be continued ...