Go Back to Neve Campbell vs Brandy Ledford

Posted by Swan Lake Tape on 1/18/2009

After having her the corner remove her gloves, Neve stalked over to Brandy, buried her hands in the blonde’s battle-shocked mane and tugged her to her feet. Taking Ledford’s right wrist in both hands, the domineering brunette loosened the glove, then yanked it away. Tossing it over her shoulder, she went to work on the other and said, “Let’s get these off, it’s obvious you weren’t using them.”

Clutching at her battered midsection with her de-gloved arm, Brandy mumbled, “Get away from meUNNNGHHH!” A split second after she liberated the second glove, Campbell’s left hand shot up and tagged Ledford across the cheek with a blistering Bytch Slap.

Shaking her head, Neve spat, “No talking yet sweetie, not until I say so.” Without another word, the brunette WHUMPED a Knee Lift up into her opponent’s midriff and Brandy couldn’t help but fall to her knees. Unfortunately for her, Neve dropped with her so that the battered blonde was folded stomach-first over Campbell’s posted joint.

Enjoying the tableau, the brunette buried her left hand in Ledford’s hair and cranked her head back at an extremely sharp angle. More ominously, she sent her right hand to Brandy’s orange briefs and gently pulled the edges a few inches up, exposing a good three-quarters of sturdy, but defenseless rump. Canvas prepared, the brunette flattened her right hand and lifted it high over her head. Savoring the moment, Campbell asked quietly, “Who’s diminished?”

Unable to keep a hitch out of her voice, the blonde panted, “Lemme goOOOOOWWW!” Neve brought her makeshift paddle ‘whicking’ down and SPANKED a hearty, full-palmed stroke against Brandy’s backside.

Resetting for another, the domineering beauty asked, “Who’s legs are shot?”

Gritting her teeth, Ledford growled, “I’m gonna make sure they fine your ass for this CampbeLLOOOWWWWW!”

Neve SPANKED another shot home and this time there was no pause, she just raised her hand and asked another question. “Who’s reflexes are down? (SPANK!) Who couldn’t shake your power? (SPANK!) Who broke when she was treated rough? (SPANK!) Answer me Ledford! (SPANK!) ARE (SPANK!) YOU (SPANK!) HAVING (SPANK!) FUN (SPANK!) NOW?” Campbell punctuated that last question with a furious fusillade of butt-blistering whacks before she finally put both hands against her victim’s side and sent Brandy sprawling with a hard shove.

Still on her knees, Neve moved over to her balled-up, shuddering opposition and lightly drummed her fingers over Brandy’s scorched glutes.

Shying from the brunette’s touch, Ledford whimpered, “Don’t…. don’t… spank me…. anymore.”

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears, Neve replied, “Don’t worry sweetie, that’s over now. But I’m not done with you yet.” Grabbing the blonde by the shoulders, Campbell muscled her over onto her back, then scooted around and positioned herself above her foe’s head. Planting her knees at a wide angle, the brunette scooted forward until her undercarriage was hanging over Brandy’s panicked face, then she settled down, forcing the full weight of her zebra print-clad backside onto Ledford’s nose with a full on Reverse Face Sit.

Resting her hands on the blonde‘s lolling juggs, Campbell shifted her footing a bit, nuzzling the soles of her shiny black boxing boots in against the sides of Brandy’s head just to make sure the trapped vixen couldn’t draw a single breath. Smiling slightly, Neve muttered, “Jen and Lacey have their way… I have mine.”

Falling silent as the crowd urged her on, the brunette rocked and rolled on Brandy’s face for a good thirty seconds, over the course of which Ledford’s struggles went from frantic, to spirited, to sluggish, to virtually non-existent. After a few more faint twitches, the blonde let out a soft, beaten sigh against her tormentor’s togs just before her legs and arms went spaghetti-limp.

Offering the crowd a beatific smile, Neve raised up and glanced down over her shoulder. Grabbing a handful of Brandy’s hair, Campbell shook her victim back to semi-consciousness and when Ledford’s eyelids started to flutter, she asked, “Who’s the queen of the Great White North?”

Brandy, past the point of pride, moaned a bit, then panted, “Yuhhhh…. you…. are.”

Nodding, the brunette said, “Glad we’ve got that straightened out. Now there’s only one more bit of business to address. Releasing her hair-hold, Campbell’s hands went to the edges of her togs and deftly pulled them up, baring a few more inches of buttock with a voluntary wedgie. Swinging her hips with each word, Neve commanded, “Kiss… my… ass…. Or I’ll finish you apartment style.”

Eyes going wide, Brandy froze for a moment, then, stifling a sob, she raised her head and planted a quick, pecking smooch on the brunette’s left cheek. No sooner had her head hit the canvas, did Campbell sit back down and this time she applied the Face Sit to smother instead of humiliate.

When Ledford drifted off for a good a few seconds later, Neve glanced toward a crowd of photogs and said, “I don’t care if you wanna run a spread of her cavorting after the first match, but you damn well better devote a few pages to THIS (she swiveled her hips back and forth, causing Brandy’s head to shake an involuntary ‘no’.) Because like she said, Brandy is back…. right where she belongs.”

After rewarding her fans with a lingering double bicep pose, Campbell got to her feet and strode out of the ring, leaving the question of Brandy Ledford emphatically answered.