X-Files Tangle

[anonymous]

X-Files Tangle by imitation

Around the time of season nine, it was girl's night on
the set of "the X-Files." The 'star' of the show was
bossing around Lucy Lawless and Annabeth Gish like
they were her slaves. Gillian Anderson had annoyed
both of them for the last time and they intended to
put her in her place and poker was the way they
planned to do it. They went up to Gillian and asked
her if she would join them for a hand.
"What's in it for me?" asked Gillian suspiciously.

"I got Cuban cigars!" smiled Lucy. "And I don't
smoke."

The mere mention of cigars got Gillian excited and she
said she'd show up in the poker room. Gillian looked
like a kid in a candy store when she saw the box of
Cubans. Her face lit up with anticipation. The redhead
chose her cigar like she would a weapon and as Gillian
was lighting her Cuban up after smelling it and
chewing on it, Lucy dealt the first hand. Gillian
couldn't stop trash talking and puffin smoke in Lucy's
face. Her contempt for the short redhead grew and she
knew Annabeth hated her also.

"Beat you dumb bitches again!" crowed Gillian as she
pulled a pile of chips toward her.

Then she laughed but failed to notice Lucy slipping a
knuckle duster on her right hand. Annabeth smiled as
Lucy delivered a ruthless surprise right to Gillian's
jaw. Annabeth had previously told the ex-warrior
princess that Gillian had a glass jaw and Lucy's punch
rocked Gillian hard. Her head moved violently toward
the table; the cigar fell out from between her teeth
and she landed face down on the card table spilling
her chips in her lap and down the front of her shirt.
She didn't even have time to grunt as she fell into
slumber this time; smoke slowly exited her mouth as
the room fell silent.

"Thanks for lighting it, bitch," sneered Annabeth as
she took the cigar from Gillian's slack lips.

"Winner gets the inert slut and her money!" said Lucy

They tied Gillian to her chair, her limp body moving
where her opponents hands guided it until she was
slumped in her own chair with her face lolling between
her slowly rising and falling breasts. The poker game
resumed and it seemed better without the redhead in
the way. Every round or so, the girls would taunt the
unconscious Gillian, flipping poker chips into her
cleavage and blowing smoke in her face. But the
friendship Annabeth and Lucy struck up in their mutual
hatred for Gillian quickly deteriorated. Annabeth had
always hated Lucy, jealous of her great a body, and
tried emulating her success by visiting the gym every
day of her life since she'd heard Lucy was scheduled
to appear on 'X-Files.' Now, Annabeth's abs were hard,
her arms strong and her breasts bigger than ever.

"I win again Amazonia!" cackled Annabeth as she laid
down her cards and blew a smoke ring in Gillian's
direction.

"Stop calling me that you slut!" responded a visibly
annoyed Lucy.

"Now, now Amazonia. Don't get me uppity or I'll beat
you into oblivion right now!" said Annabeth, ready for
war.

Lucy stood up, knocking the table over and scattering
cards and chips on the floor. Annabeth spat her cigar
in the unconscious Gillian's lap and as she rose, Lucy
walked toward her and slapped her. Annabeth's head
whipped to the side from the slap and she coughed out
cigar smoke as her head turned. Annabeth swung back
around and pounded a knee to Lucy's groin, making the
former 'Xena' crumple in pain. Annabeth grabbed Lucy's
hair and slammed her head on the wall. Lucy fell to
her knees wincing in pain.

"Dumb bitch!" laughed Annabeth as she bent to pick up
her cigar.

But Lucy recovered fast and by the time Annabeth had
the cigar in her mouth and turned around, Lucy came
off the floor and jumped her. They both tumbled to the
floor with Lucy on top. She drew her fist back and
punched Annabeth on the jaw with a strong right, then
pulled Annabeth up by the hair and slammed her head on
the carpet. Annabeth groaned in pain as Lucy turned
her attention to Annabeth's tits which she grabbed and
squeezed, then punched mercilessly while Annabeth
could only grunt. Lucy finally stopped and got off
Annabeth only to pull her up by her hair and shove her
back against the wall. There, she punched her really
hard in her crotch and, as Annabeth crumpled forward,
Lucy drove her elbow down on Annabeth's spine,
knocking her to the floor on her hands and knees.

"Pllllllllease....no more Lucy...I can't take it,"
Annabeth moaned.

Lucy let Annabeth go and walked to the bathroom to
straighten her hair. When she came out, she found
Annabeth standing with her back to her, oblivious of
her presence. Annabeth was wondering aloud how she
could get Gillian to herself when Lucy stepped up
behind her and picked up the ashtray they'd been using
and swung it at the back of Annabeth's head.

"Uunnnnngg!" groaned Annabeth as she crumpled
unconscious on the floor.

"You slut....I'm gonna make sure you remember this!"
Lucy hissed.

She spread cigar ash from the ashtray over the inert
Annabeth then kicked her, sending the ash from her
body flying up in a cloud of dust above her. As the
ash settled on Annabeth, Gillian began to stir. It
took her a few seconds to realize where she was as she
pulled up her bound hands several times before she
realized she was tied to her chair. She looked at the
unconscious Annabeth, then at Lucy standing over her
with a menacing look on her face. Lucy walked around
the chair and grabbed Gillian, digging her fingers
into a nerve on the back of her neck. Gillian groaned
and immediately passed out again!

"The number of times this bitch has been KO'd must be
a record!!!" chuckled Lucy.

She picked Gillian up, tossed her limp body over her
shoulder and carried her out to her car where she
dumped her in the trunk. She left Annabeth sprawled
unconscious on the floor; leaving her to the tender
mercy of the janitors who wouldn't arrive for another
few hours and the tabloid reporters who'd almost
certainly be there just as soon as Lucy called to them
from her 'secret lair' where she was taking Gillian
just as soon as she stopped to fix her hair!