Amy gets even more invasive

Amy was just furious at this point. She wanted so badly to hurt Emily that she grabbed for one of the smaller (but still quite heavy) barbells.

“So tell me, you fugly slut, can you even FEEL this!?” She swung her arm like a pendulum, ramming the iron device clean into Emily’s cunt. She screamed and bolted upright, holding her womanhood as Amy laughed cruelly. “Open wide, Em!” she snarled, kicking her hands away before swinging it in again.

“AAAAAAUUUOOOWW!” she wailed, rolling around on the gym mats in pain as Amy had another sinister laugh, her muscles rippling with each burst of breath. “Come on, weakling! Is that all you have? A few shots to your nono area hurt you?” she asked, taking on a babying voice, pantomiming crying.

Emily was curled up a few yards away, groaning and holding her cunt in both hands. “Come on, big girl!” Amy went on taunting. “Show me what you’ve got! Let me crush your flabby little muscles with my awesome ones.”

Emily tried to rack her brain around the pain while Amy walked over to her fetal form. “Hey, Em…” she said teasingly, dangling the weight by two fingers just above her crotch. “Bombs away…”

“NO!” Emily reacted out of instinct, grabbing the nearest thing in her reach and swinging it at Amy. That thing happened to be an entire 6-foot long workout bench, sending Amy staggering back and tripping over a dumbbell. She crashed onto her back, yelling in surprise and pain as Emily **** herself to stand up. She walked with a bit of a limp over to Amy, finding her heart pounding in want to pay her back for her own suffering.

“Hey Ames!” she called, waiting for Amy to look up before swinging the bench again to crack her across the face. She stomped down on her cheek, pinning Amy’s face down as she reached down to grab her leotard. “Let’s make you more comfortable, skank!” she crowed, grabbing the costume at the waist and pulling hard. It came off with a rip and a horrified scream from Amy as the material sawed swiftly through her pussy lips and ass.