KO Kandi – “Double the Pleasure, Double the Pain”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and reached out to embrace the pillow, hugging it to her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38 body. When you added honey-blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, there was no doubting her outer charms. “Ohh,” she groaned as the soft pillow rubbed against her big jugs. Then, her eyes snapped open and she looked around her at the strange, but frighteningly familiar, surroundings and realized that it hadn’t been a dream. She really had been confronted by a tall black woman who called herself Sugar and been beaten badly in front of those low-life scum at the Den of Iniquity, her favorite trolling grounds. As if that hadn’t been bad enough, she now recalled as she crept quietly off the enormous bed, the crazy bitch and her husband, Tony, had brought her to their home where Sugar had literally used Kandi’s body as a heavy bag and inflicted even more punishment, the whole time rattling on about justice and pent-up anger and other things the blonde bimbo only dimly remembered and couldn’t have cared less about.

Noting with some alarm that she was wearing only her lacy black bra and panties, she silently opened the closet and quickly found some sweat pants and a T-shirt that she could wear home. She glanced over at the barred window and then listened at the door for a few minutes before deciding that her captors were either asleep or in a different part of the house.

She opened the door as quietly as she could and almost screamed when she found herself nose to nose with Sugar Jackson. “Going somewhere, cunti?” she asked, smacking her right fist into her left palm. She was 5’ 10” and measured 40D-28-40, with short hair that had red highlights and piercing green eyes. She was also wearing nothing but a bra and panties, but the black woman’s were red. Kandi’s heart sank even farther when she saw Tony standing behind his wife and suddenly recalled something about fighting him. He was 6’ 2” with a bald head and eyes that were a deep, rich shade of brown. His skin was like fine, imported chocolate and the muscles beneath it rippled as he stepped around Sugar, wearing a black and white striped pair of briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

“No, baby, this time she’s all mine, remember?” he grinned. “You ready, bitch?” he asked Kandi.

The blonde whore’s excuse for a mind whirled. Sure, she’d fought both men and women before, but they had all been staged fights for the video company she worked for and every last move and counter-move, even the cheesy dialogue and barbs, had been carefully scripted and rehearsed. And, while Kandi won most of her battles, it was only because the directors all loved the way she did a victory dance, shaking her tits and ass exuberantly, after each triumph. And even though she knew this somewhere deep in her brain, she still honestly believed that she was a good fighter and that she had legitimately beat all of her opponents. And she had faced men like Tony before and come out on top, literally. The trick was to use her body, not as a weapon, but as a sexual stimulation device and then take it to him when he was off-balance and finish him by riding his face until she exploded all over him. She was sure that was how things would end up with Tony. Plus, she told herself that Sugar had only beat her shitless in the bar because she’d been taken by surprise and hadn’t gotten a chance to fight back. After she’d beaten her man down and made him please her, she’d teach that black bitch a lesson, Kandi thought happily to herself as she nodded her head dumbly.

Suddenly, Tony’s foot lashed out and drove itself into her belly, lifting her completely off her feet and sending her flying through the air. “Oomph!!!” she gasped as she landed on her back on the bed. Before she could so much as sit up, the muscular black man had launched himself at her and landed sitting hard on her gut. “Ugh!!!” the whore moaned as the breath was driven from her body and she was painfully reminded that she was hardly in great shape after the two beatings Sugar had given her. She looked up and saw he had his fist raised, ready to deliver a knockout blow to her face and almost sighed in relief that it would soon be over at least.

So, she was more than a little surprised when Tony simply rolled off her and shook his head. “That would be too easy. Get up and fight back, you useless skank,” he snarled, climbing off the bed and motioning her to come at him with his hands.

Kandi let out a primal roar and, gathering all her strength, literally threw herself at him.

Unfortunately for the stupid slut, he just laughed and easily caught her, cradling her for a second before dropping down on one knee and quickly flipping her over and slamming her gut across his thigh. “Argh!!” she groaned as he pushed her off his leg and she hit the carpet and rolled into a fetal position, hugging her knees and softly whimpering.

“On your feet, bitch,” Tony laughed, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to stand up. He then punched her in the belly so hard and with such tremendous force that he not only lifted her completely off her feet, but, just as his earlier kick had done, also sent her sailing to land on her back on the bed.

“Ooh, that was a nice one, baby,” purred Sugar from the doorway. “Now really give it to her, punish this dumb whore good.” As she watched Tony slowly crawl across the bed and up the prone blonde’s writhing form until he was once more seated on her tummy, she casually dropped one hand inside her panties and began fingering herself.

Kandi grunted as Tony bounced almost playfully on her stomach and raised her head to look at him. His left fist flashed out and drilled her solidly on the forehead, right between her blue eyes. Her head snapped back to the mattress and her baby blues were now crossed as her tongue slipped from her slack mouth. “That’s right, cum-bag, just lay back and enjoy this,” he said, ripping a series of lefts and rights into her melons, flattening the luscious orbs painfully against her ribcage and causing her body to jerk spasmodically with each landed blow.

“Oh, yeah, honey! Work those tits!” Sugar encouraged, her fingers working more furiously as her other hand began to fondle her breasts. “Flatten those suckers good!”

“Anything for you, darling,” he grinned, scooting up a bit and really powering his punches into the black and blue tit-flesh, trapping the swollen nipple between his fingers and twisting his wrists as each fist struck. He was rewarded by the blonde slut crying out as the pain suddenly brought her back to the land of the living.

“Oh, my god!!! What the fuck are you doing to my tits, you black mother-fucker?” Kandi screamed. “Oh! Ow! Owww! Aaahhh!!!”

Tony thundered a fist into her, just below the heaving belly, and she suddenly stopped her caterwauling as she was deprived of oxygen. He looked over at his wife and smiled. “I hate to interrupt you, but would you mind coming over and shutting this bitch up so I can enjoy myself?” he asked, casually ripping another shot into Kandi’s solar plexus when she took a deep breath and started to scream again.

“My pleasure, honey,” Sugar replied, climbing onto the bed and then atop the brutalized bimbo’s face, lowering her pantied ass directly over the whore’s mouth as she tried to suck air into her burning lungs. She then casually slipped her hand back down her panties and continued fingering herself while her other hand found the slut’s nipples and gave them good hard tweakings. She smiled as each titty-twister caused the beaten blonde beneath her to send a blast of hot air up between her legs and leaned forward and kissed Tony as he leaned forward himself to slide his briefs down, letting his magnificent cock finally spring free. “She doesn’t really deserve that,” Sugar said petulantly, raising her ass up just long enough to slide her own panties off and gazing with undisguised lust at her husband’s throbbing manhood.

“Don’t worry, babe, she won’t enjoy it,” he said with a savage grin. He lifted Kandi’s groin up until he could slide forward and insert his dick into her asshole and Sugar giggled when the blonde bitch let out a muffled scream as her anus was painfully violated. He worked himself back and forth, occasionally punching the whore in the tummy when the mood struck him, until he started to growl and then he suddenly arched his back and grabbed the comforter tightly with both hands.

Meanwhile, Sugar had also worked herself into a frenzy and she, too, was nearing climax as her hand ceased pulling on the blonde skank’s tits and she instead reached back with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of Kandi’s sweaty, honey-colored hair and forced the bimbo’s face even deeper up her ass as she continued to grind her pussy on the sobbing bitch’s face.

Both husband and wife blew their loads at the same time. Sugar’s climax covered Kandi’s face with her love juices while Tony’s release was so powerful and so full that his dick was actually forced out of Kandi’s asshole. When they could move again, the pair looked down and saw that Kandi was once again unconscious and both of them chuckled at the sight of her face covered in jizz and looking like a clown had pissed on her from the way her mascara and make-up had run across her features.

“Oh, baby, that was awesome!” Tony said breathlessly, climbing across Kandi to embrace his wife.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, and that slut-cake here obviously didn’t,” Sugar said, giving him a deep kiss as they got off the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to do a woman up the ass,” he confessed as they dragged Kandi off the bed.

“Yeah, I know. But you ever try to give it to me up the ass and I will rip your dick off and rape you with it, you understand me?” she asked, not sounding quite so playful.

Tony nodded emphatically and his wife said, “Good,” and then dragged Kandi out into the hall by her hair before Tony picked her up and carried her to the front door. He set her down so that she was sitting with her back against the door and then went back and grabbed her clothes and purse. He came back just in time to see Sugar leveling one last kick between the slut’s open legs and grimaced.

“One for the road,” Sugar said with a cruel chuckle before opening the door and tossing Kandi’s things out into the yard. She then grabbed the whore’s ankles and dragged her outside, making no effort to cushion the blonde’s empty head as it thumped down the stairs and along the stone walkway. She left Kandi propped up against her mailbox, next to her garbage cans, and hoped the trash collectors would enjoy the present she’d left them.