Gillian Anderson Vs Annabeth Gish (The Recovery)

this story starts after a tangle Gillian Anderson had

with Annabeth Gish where she came out on top


Gillian Anderson vs. Annabeth Gish (The Recovery) by


It was a slow recovery for Annabeth Gish. She went

home and dealt with a number of spiritual issues,

struggling with the choice of whether she should

simply quit the “X Files” outright or swallow her

pride and continue to play second fiddle to Gillian

Anderson after Gillian proved she was a stronger woman

than Annabeth, at least physically.

But Annabeth’s pride wouldn’t let it end there. In

move born of her desperation, Annabeth enlisted the

help of Anne Heche in a plan to kick Gillian’s ass.

And Anne agreed immediately since she blamed Gillian

for causing the bitter break-up of her steamy lesbian

relationship to Ellen. Their brainstorming started

over the phone and within a few hours a plan was

agreed upon.

Anne drove her SUV over to Gillian’s where the redhead

was getting dressed to attend a charity event. Gillian

was nervous as hell but she invited Anne in and began

chatting with her.

“Would you like some wine?” Gillian asked as they were


When Anne said that would be “lovely” Gillian brought

a bottle of fine wine from the kitchen. Anne sipped

her wine and got up as if she were heading for the

restroom. Gillian was trying to calm herself for her

event and didn’t even bother turning her head. A

simple “OK” was her only response. Anne snatched up

the wine bottle and smashed it down on the back of

Gillian’s head.

“Ungh” was the only sound the redhead made as her

lithe body slid out of the chair onto the floor.

Anne opened her purse and took out a bottle of

chloroform and a handkerchief. She chloroformed the

already unconscious redhead just as a safety measure.

She didn’t even need to tie Gillian up since the

chloroform would keep her out for a couple of hours.

Anne picked up the unconscious redhead, slung her over

her shoulder, carried her outside and dumped her limp

body in the back of her SUV.

“You stupid sleeping whore, we’ll see you made into

the worst punching bag ever!!” laughed Anne as she

sped away.

An hour later, Anne pulled her SUV into an abandoned

warehouse on Pier Seven. She opened the back of her

vehicle and dragged the still unconscious Gillian’s

body out. Ann dragged the redhead to the room where

Annabeth was waiting for them, her body already oiled

up in preparation for a fight. Anne dropped Gillian’s

body on the floor and sat down to wait for her to

regain consciousness. But Annabeth, impatient to get

the show underway, threw a bucket of water on Gillian

to speed the process along.

“Get up you cow…let’s see how well you can fight if

you don’t have your supporters around to help!!”

Before Gillian even realized where she was…Anne

drove her hard little fist into her flat stomach.

“Ooof” Gillian grunted as her body jackknifed in pain.

Annabeth came over and spanked the redhead’s ass so

hard it Gillian’s head snapped upward as she let out a

loud yelp of pain that brought a smile to Anne’s pouty

red lips while the sound of the sharp slap echoed in

the vacant warehouse.

Gillian felt helpless under their barrage. Anne held

the bent over redhead by her hair and pulled Gillian’s

head between her legs. With Gillian’s head trapped,

Annabeth came up behind her and drove her elbow down

into the redhead’s spine. Gillian couldn’t

breathe…she fell to the floor flat on her stomach.

“Those little tits protecting you, you stupid bitch?”

said Annabeth as she high-fived Anne.

Annabeth bent over and pulled Gillian’s head up by her

hair, then pushed her face into Gillian’s and hissed,

“You slut, you want another pay raise? UNNNNHHH!”

That’s the moment when Gillian shot her moved her open

hand straight up into Annabeth’s crotch. The spade

thrust wasn’t entirely successful, but Annabeth was

hurt enough to stagger back holding her crotch.

Gillian stood up and turned to Anne who was standing

behind her. Gillian punched Anne in the jaw before she

even realized what had happened to her co-conspirator

Annabeth. Anne crashed backward onto a length of metal

pipe and hit her head, stunning her. She lay with her

eyes closed and her head resting on the pipe like a

hard pillow.

With Heche out of the picture, Gillian turned her

attention back to Annabeth. She ran toward Annabeth

who was just straightening up after shaking off the

effects of Gillian’s low blow. Gillian kicked her

rival square in the stomach and Annabeth let out a

sickly grunt as her face turned ashen. Gillian shoved

Annabeth’s back against a wall and grabbed the gasping

actress by the throat.

“Why you wanna fuck with me,” Gillian hissed. “I’m


Suddenly, everything went black for Gillian. Anne had

recovered and whacked the distracted redhead across

the base of her neck with the piece of metal pipe.

Gillian’s body went limp as she swooned face down

unconscious at Annabeth’s feet. Gillian lay on her

back with her legendary pouting lips pointed at the

ceiling with her head tilted back as if she were

looking for help from the heavens.

This blow to the head was a solid one and it would

take Gillian a while to recover from it. Anne wasted

no time. She got some rope from a pile of trash and

started to tie Gillian up so there’d be no more


“That slut is now officially history,” said Annabeth,

still trying to recover from the shock of Gillian’s


Anne tied Gillian’s arms over her head, suspended from

the ceiling to her toes could just touch the floor if

she stretched her short legs. Annabeth strutted over,

ripped off the redhead’s shirt and stood with her

hands on her hips studying Gillian’s form.

“That’s the black bra she wore for the FHM spread,

eh?” said Anne, excited by the sight of Gillian’s

modest bosom.

Anne circled the bound TV queen, her mind racing with

lewd sexually perverse thoughts. As Anne fantasized

about how she’d use Gillian’s body, Annabeth was bent

on beating it to a pulp. Annabeth stepped up to

Gillian and slammed a punch to her hard abs. The sound

of Annabeth’s fist making contact at high velocity

with Gillian’s tight belly was stunning.

“Uggggggggh..,” was all the redhead could utter as she

was briefly jolted back to the world of the conscious

by the pain in her belly.

“It’s going to get a lot worse, you washed up TV

queen,” laughed Annabeth as she snapped a punch to

Gillian’s jaw.

Gillian’s head rolled back on her shoulders as if it

were going to break off her spine, then rocked back

forward just as violently in the opposite direction.

Gillian swung from the ceiling ropes like a slab of

meat waiting to be punched as her head lolled forward

with her chin on her chest. Poor Gillian couldn’t even

get the air in her lungs to beg for mercy though it

would have been futile anyway.

Annabeth was getting turned on by the domination and

she had to fight against a sudden homosexual urge, so

she stepped away and searched for her jacket. Anne saw

Annabeth was taking a breather so she stepped up to

Gillian and started caressing her small breasts.

Annabeth lit a cigarette as she watched Anne slowly

remove the redhead’s legendary bra.

“I’ve always wanted to see why this gutter whore got

higher marks than me in Ellen’s book,” Anne muttered

she ran her hands over Gillian’s now naked breasts and

pinched her nipples lightly, tugging at the rubbery

nubs and bringing them erect.

Gillian was coming to and when she realized what Anne

was doing, she pulled back from Anne’s in protest. As

punishment for her reluctance, Anne slapped her tits

back and forth with her open hand. Gillian cried in

pain and the scream seemed to snap Annabeth back to


Still overcome by her hatred, Annabeth walked over to

Gillian calmly, her cigarette still dangling between

her lips and punched the redhead hard, flush in the

jaw with a knuckle duster on. Gillian was instantly

knocked out. Annabeth sighed and blew a cloud of

cigarette smoke in Gillian’s face.

“You shouldn’ta quit smoking you whore, maybe you’d be

tougher,” she said, then she kicked Gillian in the


The unconscious redhead’s body swayed in reaction to

the force of the kick, but Gillian was too far gone to

realize what happened. As Annabeth watched silently,

Anne knelt and unbuttoned Gillian’s pants and pulled

them down her legs, pulling her black panties off

along with them.

“Ah, at least the bitch has a sense of color

coordination!” Anne joked.

Anne considered what to do next with Gillian’s naked

body and Annabeth suddenly felt very aroused by the

entire situation that was unfolding in front of her.

Annabeth suddenly turned and walked away. She began

getting dressed in the hope she would overcome her

desire to experiment with Gillian.

While Annabeth wrestled with her demons, Anne was

pressing her head into Gillian’s bosom. With one arm

around Gillian’s hips, Anne slowly pushed two fingers

of her other hand up into Gillian’s pussy. Annabeth

watched in silence from a distance.

Anne began to slowly pump her fingers in and out of

Gillian’s pussy, increasing the vigor as she felt

Gillian’s body beginning to respond to her stroking.

Gillian moaned in pleasure, her eyes popped open and

she was shocked to find herself sexually aroused.

Annabeth couldn’t take it any longer! She couldn’t

deny that as much as she hated that slut, Gillian, she

was also an extremely attractive woman. Annabeth

walked over to Gillian and gripped her under chin with

the palm of her hand. Annabeth looked Gillian square

in the eye as she leaned in and French kissed her like

there was no tomorrow. Annabeth’s cigarette was near

it’s end, so she stubbed the burning butt out in the

canyon of Gillian’s cleavage.

When she stopped screaming, Gillian caught her breath

and gasped, “Please, stop punishing me. I made a

mistake and..”

Her apology was cut off when she was rudely slapped by


“Shut up you whore,” Annabeth snapped. “You annoy me

with that crappy monotone voice.”

Annabeth was turned off again. She couldn’t deal with

these confusing sexual issues anymore so she picked up

the pipe that Anne used to knock Gillian out

previously and slammed the end into the redhead’s left

breast. The redhead moaned in pain and then Anne

punched her in the jaw again. Gillian was knocked out

by the rapid double assault on her body. Gillian’s

limp body was so beaten it couldn’t even respond when

Anne resumed fingering her pussy.

Annabeth dropped the pipe and picked up her cell

phone. She made a call to “X-files” producer Chris

Carter, then she showered and got dressed as Anne

continued kissing and playing with the dangling

redhead’s soft breasts.

“God, your boobs are nothing compared to Annabeth’s”

Anne muttered as she cast a covetous glance at her

partner in crime.

Chris Carter showed up a half hour later and, as

Annabeth instructed, he brought Teri Hatcher and a box

of Cuban cigars with him.

“She wanted a raise…,” Annabeth said pointing at

Gillian’s suspended, naked form. “But we gave her a

suspension instead.”

Annabeth told Carter, “Since Gillian’s all hung up in

a contract dispute, I want her money.”

Carter took one look at Gillian’s unconscious naked

form and got an immediate erection. He signed the

contract Annabeth wanted on the spot, although his

attention was clearly distracted by Gillian’s


For her part, Teri Hatcher was delighted and she

instantly knew why Annabeth had ordered the cigars.

They all lit up as Anne untied Gillian and let her

drop to the floor as inert as ever. Anne pulled

Gillian’s head up by the hair and kicked her in the

back so her legs jerked forward under her. Anne

dropped Gillian on her back and kicked her legs apart.

Teri knelt between Gillian’s legs and pushed the unlit

end of the lit cigar into Gillian’s pussy. Then she

sat back and looked at the smoking cigar sticking out

from the thatch of coppery hair.

“How big a slut are you now?” Teri laughed.

Teri posed for pictures with Gillian with the

smoldering cigar in her pussy and another with it

wedged in her cleavage. Chris Carter began to realize

what was happening and he suddenly felt the

humanitarian in him come to the fore and told Annabeth

to make the ladies to stop the madness or the new

contract was void. Chris wrapped Gillian in a sheet

and carried her to his car.

As he drove Gillian away, the three ladies exchanged

pleased high-fives. All of them had gotten their

revenge, they’d destroyed Gillian Anderson and done it


“That short whore wont even think about trying to get

revenge against the three of us,” chuckled Teri. “This

is even better than what I did to that Charlize Theron

bitch when we were making ‘2 Days in the Valley’. She

knew better than to try to get even and Gillian’s not

stupid either.”

Anne suddenly spun on Annabeth and dove on top of her

giggling. Teri reached behind herself, unzipped her

dress, dropped it at her feet and then ran over to

join in their celebration.

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