Vivi's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Come in, come in, little queen. Bring your pet, too."
Nancy strutted inside like she owned the place, plopped her perfect ass onto the biggest sofa, crossed her long tanned legs.
Her jaw dropped.
"No. Fucking. Way." Her voice went high with pure excitement. "Aunt Linda… on her knees… licking Shadow Slave's dirty asshole? Oh my god, this is a million times better than any video!"
Vivi walked over and delivered a casual, stinging kick right between Mom's dripping pussy lips. Mom yelled into Shadow Slave's ass.
"Stop licking and crawl over here, bitch," Vivi ordered. "Greet your old friend properly."
Mom's face was bright red, streaked with tears and ass sweat. She crawled on shaky knees to Nancy's feet, head bowed in total shame.
Nancy reached down, pinched Mom's chin hard between her fingers, and forced her head up so their eyes met. "Aww, look how shy the big scary queen is now. So cute when you're broken." She spread her legs wide, flipped up that tiny skirt, and revealed her untanned bush and puffy pink pussy lips already glistening with excitement. Without another word she yanked Mom's head forward and clamped her smooth thighs around Mom's ears like a vice.
At the exact same second she snapped her fingers at Aunt Bella. "You too, Mom. Get behind Aunt Linda and clean her filthy, burning ass. She used to look down on you every single day, now make her feel it."
Aunt Bella whimpered around the stocking gag, crawled forward on trembling knees, gently spread Mom's swollen, chili-red cheeks with both hands, and began licking the sticky, humiliating mix of melted strawberry ice, chili oil, and shame from her former rival's suffering hole.
"Ahhh~ fuck yes… right there, Auntie…" Nancy moaned, rolling her hips slowly, grinding her wet pussy all over Mom's humiliated face. "Sister Vivi, you HAVE to tell us every single detail of how you destroyed this arrogant old bitch and turned her into the lowest family bitch. Don't leave anything out!"
Max dropped onto the couch beside them, heart racing with curiosity. Vivi grinned like a cat and lazily rolled Shadow Slave's stiff, aching nipples between her fingers.
"Alright, babies," Vivi said, voice rich and dripping with victory, "sit back and let me take you all the way back to this morning… when the old queen still thought she was untouchable."
7:30 AM
Mom woke up feeling like the queen of everything. She stretched lazily in her huge king bed, letting the silky sheets slide off her naked body. Sunlight poured in through the big windows and made her skin glow. She sat for a whole hour in front of her fancy mirror, putting on super-sharp winged eyeliner, perfect cheekbone shading, and dark blood-red lipstick. Then she picked her power outfit: a tight black leather corset that made her waist tiny and her huge boobs stick way out, sky-high heeled boots that made her taller than anyone, and a thick belt covered in shiny silver spikes.
She stood in front of the mirror, hands on hips, admiring every angle. A cruel smile curled her lips.
"That little whore Vivi is gonna be licking the floor when the fight is over."
She snapped a quick mirror selfie, tits out, ass arched, murder in her eyes, sent it to Max with the caption "Watch Mommy crush this bitch for you", grabbed Shadow Slave by the hair, dragged her to the garage, and sped off to Dad's company.
By 8:40 the entire twentieth floor was absolutely packed. Word had spread overnight: the untouchable Linda, the woman who had ruled the family for fifteen years, was finally being challenged. Women from every department, every neighboring company, even random passers-by crammed the hallways. Phones were out, live-streams rolling. Government referees in crisp black uniforms set up four 4K cameras in every corner for the official public record, proof of fairness under the Female Duel Law.
Mom came in like she owned the world, high heels clicking, crowd parting like the Red Sea.
"You actually dared show your cheap face, slut," she sneered, voice echoing down the hall. "Today you learn who the real queen is."
Vivi stood waiting in the middle of the chalk circle, dressed like a total boss-bitch: a sharp black blazer, a super-tight pencil skirt that hugged her perfect ass, sheer black stockings that made her long legs shine under the lights, and sky-high six-inch heels that looked sharp enough to kill. She looked calm, confident and deadly.
"Why wouldn't I dare, Linda?" Vivi answered, voice smooth as silk. "In ten minutes you'll be the one crawling and begging."
The head referee raised the whistle, blew it sharp.
Both women stripped down to just panties, bras and shoes in seconds, stepped into the circle and the entire floor went dead silent.
Mom attacked instantly, always the aggressor. Her hand whipped out like a viper, open-palmed slapping across Vivi's cheek so hard the sound echoed off the walls. Vivi's head snapped to the side, but at the last millisecond she ducked, twisted, and drove a short, vicious fist straight into Mom's stomach.
Mom grunted, air whooshing out, but barely flinched. Vivi danced back before Mom could grab her.
"Cute tricks, baby girl," Mom laughed, rubbing the spot. "But this isn't some normal match. Anything goes, and you're about to become my dog."
Vivi answered with a lightning-fast high kick aimed straight at Mom's temple. Mom crossed her forearms to block, and at the exact same moment lashed her own head up between Vivi's wide-open thighs.
SMACK!!
The top of Mom's head slammed directly into Vivi's pussy with force. Vivi's eyes went huge, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as her legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees, both hands clutching her crotch, face white with agony.
The entire floor gasped in unison. Phones zoomed in. Most people thought it was over right then and there.
Mom pounced like a hungry tiger, dropped her full weight, stomped down hard on Vivi's belly, pinned Vivi's arms under her thick thighs, ripped off Vivi's lacy black bra in one violent yank, and seized both big, firm tits in a vicious claw grip.
"This is a real duel, you stupid little bitch!" Mom snarled, grabbing Vivi's nipples and yanking them upward so hard Vivi's entire back arched off the floor. She twisted and pulled and stretched like she was determined to tear them clean off.
Vivi's mouth opened in a silent scream, face twisted in pure pain, tears springing to her eyes.