WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don't read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book.

Do You Want To Do It For Real, Bitch? Reported by Mr. Cage as told by Tina40DD

I fought three times in high school and once in college. All were street fights with bitches over some imagined slight or look. I like to think I was winning all four, but I'll never know because they were broken up early of course by pain in the ass by-standers. I married a well-to-do man I met at work three years out of college, had three children quickly and settled in for a hopefully long and boring life of an over educated housewife. The man turned out to have a secret fetish that involved watching females wrestle, fight and have rough sex with each other. After the third child I discovered a cache of old super eight films, video tapes, magazines, pictures, contact lists, etc. It was shocking, but strangely exciting. Sex had become boring and taking care of three young kids was exhausting, but not totally fulfilling.

To make a long story short I confronted him. He wilted like a five day old rose and started begging for forgiveness and promising to destroy his collection. I waited until he had crawled like a dog for awhile and then stunned him with an offer to fight one of the women on the contact list. Well that was easier said than done. It took six months to organize my first fight, a straight most submissions in an hour wrestling match with no hair pulling or anything but straight wrestling. This other woman was something of an expert and she tied me up a dozen different ways and of course I lost the match 5 submissions to two, but I felt good about the two.

That was the start of a mutual fetish that grew quickly. Within two years I had fought four wrestling matches with no hair pulling had two stand-up boxing gloves battles and five what we called modified catfighting which was wrestling with hair pulling, slapping and a lot of nasty language. My record improved to 2-2 for wrestling, 1-1 for boxing and 4-1 in modified catfighting. Then I had my first sex fight with a very small Japanese woman, the wife of my husband's business associate. I had never been with a woman before and it screwed up my brain, not because I hated it but because I had never felt so dirty and sexy in my life. I came like a train and lost the fight, but had an orgasm that put to shame the ten years of fucking and sucking cocks. I was 29 at the time and it rocked my world like an earthquake.

Well now it was me pressing for matches. Even with the internet finding real opponents was tough. Three months without a match and then I had my first tit fight. After being toughened up by three little sucking machines I was able to win. All I did the first time was bang and rub tits, no hands involved and the other woman really had tender tits and I think she was into losing because we said the loser had to eat the winner and suck of the winner's husband.

During the next two years I had ten fights: tit fights, body boxing, crotch grind-offs, modified catfighting and one extreme no rules slave for a day fight. I won eight of the ten and all of the rougher ones. What's more I was cheating on my husband with women three or four times a week. I picked up women at dyke bars during the day, fucked them in our family van and then did the grocery shopping and errands. I was out of control and my husband was actually trying to get me to stop taking rougher and rougher matches.

I had some more fights, nothing totally extreme, won them and actually hurt a couple of women more than I should have. I found I was a bit of a sadist and the sounds of there moans and even screams sent fire surging in my clit and nipples. Well that gets around in the underground fighting circles because almost everyone eventually meets or corresponds with everyone else and there is a lot of nasty back biting. I got a bad name and suddenly only the other bad names would have anything to do with us.

As a big breasted blonde I had surprised four black opponents over the years who naturally assumed they could beat me. Well I got a challenge from a black woman who plainly said over the phone that she hated white women and loved beating them senseless and taking home handfuls of their “animal manes.” Well a word to anyone thinking about fighting, stay away from crazies because they are almost always as bad as they sound. I of course was crazy by that time and was more than happy to fight her despite my husband's stated objections. Well we almost killed each other. I lost and ended up in the hospital with a concussion, two broken ribs, multiple contusions, bite marks, scratch marks, torn nipple, and enough injuries to my vagina and rectum that the cops were determined to arrest my husband for spousal abuse and rape. The DNA they got from my inside my rectum and vagina was not his, but her husband's. That started a stranger rape investigation and we were harassed for a year by the investigators. Thankfully they never matched it with anyone and the cold case department has the file.

My husband said my fighting career was over. I had to admit I had gone crazy and I agreed to stop. I stopped fighting, but not picking up women to fuck. I got careless, perhaps reckless. Anyway, there was a local scandal when a sex ring of suburban mothers was exposed. Yes they called us “secret lesbian soccer moms” in the grocery checkout scandal rags. They got a picture of me from the side with my head turned just enough so you can't recognize anything but my breasts and butt. The school superintendent's wife is on her knees licking my pussy. They got her face in a different shot. So, I lost my husband and my children. I changed my name and fled to the other side of the country taking up residence in a western mountain state. I was 34 and my resume was going to have to be faked if I was ever to find a job.

I looked pretty hot for a 34 year old; having a 40dd chest that was as firm as it was full helped. I began selling real estate. I was particular good at selling to men without their wives and to single women in sensible shoes. Yes, I fucked for commission. And quite frankly I found I loved fucking strangers, men and women. Getting paid for it was literally a fucking bonus. I stayed in shape, started my own firm, made a lot of money and fucked a lot of people. Everything was great except I missed the violence and the thrill of beating another woman down and then fucking her on my terms, not hers.

So I became Tina40DD at night and entered the grand fetish world of cyber violence. My profile had a picture of me wearing a white half mask in a red thong and half bra showing my large rubbery pink nipples and stated I liked “tit fights, cat fights, fist fights and no rules fights to the finish…as rough as you want…no men please.” I'm sure at least 80 percent of the women I fought were men using their wives' pictures or internet picture grabs, but what the hell if they could cyberfight I'd satisfy their fantasy if they satisfied mine. So I sold real estate, worked out everyday, had multiple sex partners and at night I was Tina40DD shredding tits and cunts with my keyboard while fingering myself raw sometimes. It was enough, but it wasn't everything.

As you would expect with a nickname of Tina40DD I got a lot of challenges from other big boob profiles. Usually the most outrageous and interesting challenges were so obviously written by men I seldom bothered to respond to messages sent while I was off line, but then I got a message from Africa40DD. I looked at the profile and there was a tough looking black woman in white panties and bra on spike high heels with her fists raised. Her legend said “specialize in busting tough tits and kicking in nasty cunts with an economy rate for white whores, no charge for blonde bimbos, just doing my part to make the planet a better place.” I chuckled. This had to be a white guy with a sense of humor and a serious racial fetish. Still I responded.

We had several truly excellent cyber fights, lots of give and take, brutal beat downs followed by vicious domination sex and Africa40DD wanted to make it a racial grudge fight and demanded nasty trash talk. I was a bit nervous about it, but after awhile we had our own little hot on-line race war going. After one fight that ended with me tying her to a tree, wrapping her tits with barbed wire and then fucking her with a pine cone she mentioned a fight she had been in six months previously that involved tennis rackets and I assumed a demented imagination, but she insisted it was real.

I figured this was still a guy trying to get me to talk about my in real life fighting career so I did a little and surprisingly Africa40DD responded with talk of her fighting. Unlike our wild cyber battles her fights sounded real if I ignored the finishes and aftermaths which seemed too much like cyber fucking. I told her I had retired from fighting several years ago when it got too extreme. She hadn't stopped but was having trouble finding opponents to do what she wanted which meant she hadn't fought in six months. Then she started trying to coax me out of retirement. Once again I figured it was a guy trying to “date” me and said no. She must have guessed what I was thinking and actually offered to give me a camera feed from her computer. I don't have a camera hook-up so I said I couldn't reciprocate. Now I figured even if she was a woman she'd suspect that I wasn't and our little dance would be over.

She turned on the camera feed anyway and sure enough the woman in the profile was sitting in front of her computer looking no more than five years older than her picture. Then she gave me her phone number and asked me to call her that way we could verify by voice. I learned some time ago to put identity blocker on my phone so I wasn't worried about being traced. I called. We talked.

She was aggressive, racial, nasty and challenging. I have to admit her voice got me wet and her tone riled me up. I joked that she didn't need to pretend on the phone about wanting to beat me up because I was blonde and assured her I wasn't that way at all in real life. Well she assured me she was that way and she really hated white bitches, especially blondes. She wanted to beat me up, make me beg, make me kiss her feet, lick her ass, admit that she was a better woman and then make me her cunt slave for a weekend. She promised to fuck me until I passed out and leave me a broken bitch.

I made excuses having to work and she said we could make our faces off target, besides she wanted a long hard challenge. I was intrigued and began to talk seriously about the idea of a match while fingering myself. I think I was just intending to have phone sex, but in the end we negotiated the terms of a match, a special match. Still protecting myself I agreed to meet her first at the Denver airport, nearer my home than hers, to see if we were really who we said we were and to insure there wasn't a guy about to jump out from behind a bush. She was hot to fight me and gave in to my demands.

So we met six weeks later in Denver , six weeks of running, weight lifting, stretching and exercise on my part. I was in the best shape of my life having started in good shape and was feeling good about my tight tailored suit, expensive stockings, freshly cut and butch styled blonde hair and new stilettos. She arrived and looked good enough to beat and then eat. I would have trouble remembering to fight before fucking her, but her attitude was so nasty that I couldn't help getting mad in return. I had a perfect venue for our fight, a small down market office/warehouse suite which was empty and isolated in an industrial park five minutes from the airport. It had utilities, an empty lunch room, rest rooms and showers, empty spaces that needed cleaning and remodeling, and locked door privacy.

The only think I learned of any use in our short drive was that Africa40DD's real name was Kelsey. We both agreed to abide by the rules and no matter what, no one would die or get maimed for life, but other than that we were both sadists and wanted to hurt the other bad and then humiliate and dominate crushing the other woman's spirit so there would be no question as to which one of us what the toughest bitch. Each of us had two bags, one for traveling clothes and the other for implements.

The first contest would be a body boxing match for thirty minutes. The loser would the woman suffering the most knockdowns or making the most calls for a break. Breaks were off the clock and lasted a minute. If there was a loser she would have to take ten belt strikes across her ass and then get rough fucked and humiliated by the winner for an hour. After that there would be an hour recovery period before the next fight.

Next there would be a rules catfight: no blows to the head, neck or face, no head banging, no bone breaking, no biting anywhere, no scratching to the face, no eye gouging, and no pure chokes. The winner would be the one with the most submissions in thirty minutes. This time the loser would take twenty belt strikes across the ass and get rough fucked and humiliated by the winner for an hour. After that there would be an hour recovery period.

We would then body box, then cat fight, then body box and so on with the belt strikes going up ten lashes per fight. The battle would go on until one woman admitted the other was the better fighter. Then we would retire to a hotel room where the loser would be tortured, humiliated and raped until being freed at Sunday 9 p.m. If no one surrendered the fights would go on until the same dead line. In the unlikely event of a tie we would go our separate ways.

I had cut my thick blonde hair very short and had my mound waxed smooth. My thick pink nipples were erect and their raised thick aureoles were sticking up about an inch from the breast meat. I have tight vagina lips and a visible coarse clit hood. All the fingering, rubbing, grinding and sucking has made my clit larger than normal and toughed up the hood. It was a bit warm and I was already sweating and a bit wet between the legs from excitement. Kelsey was dark black with very black features, prominent lips and broad nose. Her tits were as round and high on her chest as mine and her coal black nipples were longer and thicker, her aureoles were smaller and thicker. Her vagina lips were thick and hung down giving me something to grab onto in the cat fight. And, unlike me she sported a full cunt beard that filled up her lower belly and stuck out as tufts between the back of her ass cheeks. Inside that thick beard was a clit larger than mine with a tighter, smoother, thinner hood. My nails were longer and bright red, hers were painted green. Her kinky hair was combed out into four inch ball around her head making her look quite tribal. Just looking at her I wanted to hurt her and then fuck her.

We set up two timers on a built in wall shelf in front of the fake window inside one of the warehouses inner offices. The place was deserted. I had been trying to rent it to an industrial client for a year. We moved out into the center of the room. We stood about three feet apart and glared at each other. The winner of a round had to go back to the counter and hit the stop on the thirty minute timer, hit the start on the minute break timer. When the minute was up the winner would restart the thirty minute clock and the fight would begin again.

As the timer clicked down to start, Kelsey promised, “I'm going to fucking pop your white tits, you cracker whore.”

I kept my mouth shut for now. There might come a time for taunting, but not now.

The timer chimed and we began to circle, our bare feet leaving marks in the dust on the dirty soiled carpet. My stance was my elbows relatively high and my arms in front of my tits, exposing my belly and mound to punches, but keeping my fists ready for a reply to the tits. I found body boxing could end quickly with a belly punch, but if that didn't work pounding the tits until the other woman couldn't lift her arms was a sure way to put her out of the fight.

Kelsey struck first with a sharp left snapping straight shot that glance off the bottom of my right forearm and smack hard into the underside of my right tit, pinching the meat against my rib cage. I grunted involuntarily and replied with a hard right over her left and sank my knuckles into the side of her left glove sending the black udder slamming into its twin and causing her eyes to widen. Now was the time to talk.

“Didn't think it was going to be like that did you, sister?”

“Fuck you bitch!” she snarled and lunged forward swinging.

Her fists hit my belly and tits from every direction and I pumped my fists back into her. We bumped into each other, shouldered each other, heads rubbed a couple of times since we were leaning toward one another. She had wicked uppercuts lifting my tits time and time again, but she had a weakness low in the belly on either side of the navel. Her groans were more desperate each time I sank my fist into her fat. Grunting and punching sweat was pouring off each of us and we staggered in a circle. Heads eventually rested on one another's shoulders like a slow dance, but our shoulders pumped fists up into bellies and tits. The sounds of labored breathing, smacking fists on flesh, grunts and groans were must have echoed through the warehouse.

She was gasping and holding on. I was close to passing out myself and let her. I looked over her shoulder and we had been gutting and tit pounding for ten minutes at full speed. If you have every been in a fight you normally run out of gas a minute into the swinging and have to begin to pick your punches. We had just poured into each other for ten times that period without defense or rest. I felt her sliding along my shoulder and stepped back just in time to take a low blow to my mound right on my clit.

I've been punched and kicked in the clit and cunt a lot and it hurts, but apparently nothing like what a guy feels when his balls are pounded. In any case my knees wobbled and I dropped my hands to my crotch and started to turn around. Her right fist crashed into my left tit and with me off balance I found myself on my ass looking up.

She spit on me and snarled, “Fucking white cunt, I own you.”

Then she turned and clicked off the round clock and kicked on the break clock. Getting up took me twenty seconds. Straightening up and shaking out my arms took another twenty seconds. That left twenty seconds to concentrate on breathing, not nearly enough. The minute timer went off and she clicked the round timer back on. We had nineteen minutes of this hell to go.

She charge forward swinging both fists wildly trying to take advantage of my clit agony, but she was as tired as me. I blocked ninety percent of her punches and waited out the storm. After a minute she was pushing shoulders with me and sounding a lot like a leaf blower. I started working on her lower belly. The sound of her groaning and the feel of her spittle on my shoulder revived me. She backed up and I pursued driving my fists deep into her belly going for her eggs. I backed her against he wall and continued to pound. She grabbed on and heaved. I found myself twisted against the wall with her leaning on me. I punched some more and she grabbed my arms and held on. She leaned on me and our tits rolled over each other like to strippers in an oil wrestling match.

We struggled for a long time before I slipped to the side. She grabbed for my arms but I got a wicked underhand punch into her un-tensed belly. She moaned deep and spewed a mouthful of spit on my tits bending over and staggering. I stepped to the side and hammered my fists down like axes on her exposed kidneys. Her back arched and she walked forward into the wall. She pushed up and turned around trying to slam an elbow into my tits. I was already moving to the side and she missed. I fired straight from my right shoulder, twisting at the hips and drove the knuckles of my right fist deep into her furry belly just above the pubic bone. My fist sank in and continued down to hammer the top of the pubic bone. She cried out and despite her best efforts, her knees turned to rubber and she was on her knees in front of me.

“That's one for me, nigger!” I snorted using a word I hadn't used in twenty years except in cyber fights with her because she asked for it.

I staggered to the ledge and clicked the timers. We had been at it for twenty-seven minutes. I felt sick and had to lean on the ledge while the round clock ticked down. I hoped she wouldn't stand, but she was up with a ten seconds to spare. I went after her for three minutes, but was too tired to put her down and she was too hurt to do any real damage to me. The first body boxing round ended at 1 to 1 and there was no whipping. We staggered to our bags and began to re-hydrate and eat energy bars. The bruising on my belly and tits showed so very clearly after an hour of rest. The next round was to be a catfight round. Looking at her I decided her cunt lips needed a bit of stretching and her nipples needed to lose some skin. I couldn't see any bruises, but the way she winced as she examined the black globes that had met my hard white knuckles more than once.

Sitting quietly as the break timer counted down was difficult. We sit on the opposite side of the room not talking for a long while. Then she started talking about what she would do to my tits and cunt. I replied in kind. After twenty minutes of talking shit the timer finally went off and I admit I wanted to tear her tits off and stick my arm fist first up her cunt and rip out her ovaries.

We started circling each other. The catfight rules were very few, but promised to make the submissions torturous. Taking away blows to the head, choking and bone breaking made the fight more likely to be a long, brutal battle of the cruelest and I certainly didn't intend to play nice. She slapped at my hands and made a snatch for my hair. I slammed my left forearm into her tits and then as she grabbed for the arm drove my right fist straight into her hairy cunt. I can't tell you how good it felt to feel my knuckles thud into her wet meaty slit. And, the exquisite scream of agony coming from Kelsey's mouth almost caused to climax right then and there.

I immediately grabbed to handfuls of hair as she grabbed her cunt and jerked dragging her off balance by the hair. She staggered in a circle and I whirled her hard into a wall. She staggered off and I kicked her hard in the back of her thick thigh. She fell hard on her hands and knees and I was on her back wishing I could choke her. Instead I reached under her arms and grabbed her boobs at the same time as I hooked my legs around her waist and went for a rear figure four with my right calf in between her legs. She tried to rear up which I expected. I slung my weight backwards with her effort and she fell backwards bending her heels under her ass. I slammed into the ground pretty hard but held onto my hold and she ended up laying on top of me face up with me working on her tits and squeezing her waist.

She moaned and clawed at my hands trying to get my nails out of her tit flesh. I wish we would have had a mirrored ceiling so I could have seen my white fingers disappearing into her fat black milk bags, but the feel had to be enough. I was really hurting the bitch and so far all I had was bloody wrists and backs of the hand. I started taunting her as I raked her nipples and dug in deep into her thick aureoles. It took five minutes to get a scream. She was bucking and twisting and got onto her side. I added my right heel to the work as I loosened the scissor and rubbed my right heel up and down her slit. She kept on struggling and she was getting slippery from all the sweat we were throwing off.

She cursed and moaned as I continued to work her tits, but she wouldn't give. Her elbow began to pound my ribs and I shifted a bit. Suddenly she slide onto her back and twisted. Before I could tighten up her hand was pushing against my belly and sliding down. I grimaced just before her fingers found my clit. Now I was really hurting and there was no way I could get my scissors in place. I had to grab her hand and push off. As we slide apart she sank a foot into my belly and pushed me across the dirty floor. Both of us were covered with a fine layer of sweat soaked dirt now.

I got up quickly and dodge her wild tackle attempt. She hit the ground hard and I swung around driving my right foot into her lower back. She gasped, arched her back and fell face down. I jumped on her grabbing her hair and jerking back her head. Sitting on her back I tortured her by using her wild hair as a handle and bent her backwards. She again clawed my hands, but she was taking a real beating and I was hurting her neck and back, something that would count a lot for later. Yet she still wouldn't give.

Frustrated, I used only my left hand to control her hair and began clawing her upper back. Then I leaned back and sank my right nails into her big black ass. Her legs kicked and she screamed. I decided to go for her asshole and force her to give, but my left hand ripped out a wad of hair and I was without a handle. She screamed and squirmed, shooting forward somehow and I slide off falling backwards on her legs. There was a wild scramble and I managed to claw up her thighs and ass, but she got a foot up and crushed my tits pushing me off for good.

She pulled up by the wall and turned to face me eyes wild, hair matted to her face by sweat and her body glistening. Her breasts heaved as she sucked in air. I lunged for her trying to finish the fight. She grabbed me and we exchanged knees to each other's thighs trying to cunt one another. She was trapped against the wall and I had some advantage, but not enough to take her down. The round ended incredibly with no surrender. I had every advantage and she took the worse I could give. I was a bit shaken.

The third round was body boxing. Even with a rest my arms were tired and covered in darkening bruises; my tits, belly and thighs were similarly decorated. I actually used ten minutes out of the rest period to exercise. Tightening arm muscles would be the last thing you wanted to take into a fist fight battle. I watched Kelsey closely as she got up to fight. She was favoring her tits, belly and legs. I had gotten in a savage knee to her right thigh that had grounded out on her thigh bone; maybe I had really hurt that big muscle under her female padding.

This second round of body boxing started out slow. We were both conserving ourselves looking for free shots. Time ticked off as we closed, struck and retreated trying to escape retaliation for small victories. I made her angry after about five minutes with a hard right that sank into the meat of her left and bounced off the breastbone. She charged into me and the fistic fury was back on. My belly and ribs took a savage beating and I gave it back to her punch for punch. My lungs were burning and breathing was growing painful as my belly and ribs were bruised and violated again and against by her hard black fists. I retreated several steps and pounded her tits again trying to keep her off. She groaned satisfactorily but attacked my swollen tits in retaliation. God damn her fists were hard and still fast. My right and left tits were crushed and rolled up and down by dragging knuckles. I went back to her navel where I detected some weakness before. She gasped after the second penetration and slammed into me driving me hard into a wall. Now her fists went to work on my sides and ribs. I did the same working on her kidneys swing around her restraining body. Our sore tits rolled and squashed across each other. Her tits felt hot, like they were cooking from the inside out. I guess mine must have been hot too.

I don't know who won the round, but nobody went down. I guess its true nobody wins a war, they out survive the other side. I had real trouble breathing for the first thirty minutes of the break. Then that pain was slowly replaced by the throbbing in both my tits. I held a water bottle against them to try to cool them down. I'm surprised the water in the plastic bottle didn't boil. My pale white tits were bright red now except for the dark red to blue marks now covering them. I tried to look at Kelsey, but the bitch was sitting with her face to the opposite wall. She had emptied two bottles of water over her head so at least she was in some difficulty.

The fourth round was the second round of the catfight. I had really dominated the first round, but then my body hadn't been a pain racked swollen wreck. She still seemed to be hurting in the thigh. I decided to knee her again as soon as I could. We slapped at each other's sweaty hands slowly looking for an advantage. She made a grab for the front of my short, wet hair and missed. I retaliated with a swift left uppercut under her outstretched right hand and speared her swollen right tit. She cried out and covered her tit with her left hand leaving her body open. I charged into her driving my right fist straight into her mound with a cunt busting uppercut. The impact jarred my shoulder and I heard a soundless gasp over my shoulder. She was paralyzed and I shouldered her hard into the wall pinning her wet black body with my left shoulder under her right boob pressing it up and crushing it while leaving my two fists free to work on her belly and crotch.

I slammed five unanswered punches into her lower belly. She somehow recovered from the cunt buster and grabbed me under my arms. She was still strong enough to lock in a reverse bear hug that was grinding in the hot meat of my tits. I clawed at her sides and then punched at her ribs, but the angles were wrong. Suddenly her right knee was in my gut, not once but three times hard enough to lift me up to my toes. On the third knee she twisted and suddenly through me in a half circle to the wall. Another knee sank into my belly. I put my left hand on her thigh to keep the outer right leg from kneeing me without restraint. Then as she tried to muscle me back the corner still holding the rear bear hug and leaning on my back. I felt my ass touch the wall. I put back a foot and braced myself blindly. She grunted and attempted to take me to my knees, but I was ready with my right hand. As soon as she shifted to sling me down I hooked my right hand into her crotch. She had gone for my clit when in trouble and sometimes that's a sign she had clit issues herself. I had hurt her more than once with my fist so I thought a clit pinch might be in order. Damn it was a fat meaty clit and easy to get a good pinch on!

She screamed and I was free! The bitch retreated cursing me and rubbing her fat clit like it was on fire. As exhausted and hurt as I was I smiled at her and she understood her clit was now officially a prime target. We started stalking each other like slow motion crack addicts, our bodies exhausted and hurt. I made a move for her hair hoping she would reply with a punch. She did. I was ready with a block and a hard knee to her wounded thigh. She gasped and staggered. I jerked on her hair and moved backwards dragging her off balance and putting her on her knees. I started to go for her back and mount her again, but the bitch lunged forward grabbing my ankles. I stumbled and fell hard on my right side. I kicked trying to get my feet free.

She held on long enough to spread my legs and then drive a knee into my cunt. I know everything went red and black for a second. The next thing I felt was the knee grinding into my mound and she was straddling my left thigh. The bitch had me nailed to the floor with the knee and she was gutting me with wild punches. I covered up and then forced myself to sit up and attack her with a double nipple twist. She grabbed my boobs and forced me onto my back. We tortured each other, but she was pressing down, knee grinding into my mound and other leg spread for balance. I couldn't see the clock. She was mauling my tits and nipples beyond anything I had ever taken before and I couldn't get her off my mound. My nipples were on fire and felt like they might be wrenched off. I kept waiting for the buzzer to sound. As her thumbnails disappeared into my raw bleeding nipple tips one more time I couldn't take any more and heard myself screaming out my surrender.

She held the position long enough to spit in my face and say, “Fucking white whore I knew you couldn't take it!”

She stood and I curled up into a ball. She crawled toward the minute rest clock and pulled herself up by the wall. She laughed as she clicked the minute rest clock. I forced my hands away from my bleeding nipples and straightened my body. I had to be ready to win back a fall before the end of the round or pay the consequences. I stood up wobbling to the wall for support. The room was swimming.

Kelsey was examining her tits and clit said without looking at me, “Don't bother bitch you gave up like a pussy with less than a minute to go. Fucking white cunts can't take anything, stupid rich cock sucking whores.”

The round timer buzzed and she had won the first round. She smiled wickedly and grabbed the leather belt we had selected. I did as ordered and got down on my hands and knees. She made comments on the size of my white ass and then put the lash to my bare ass. The first three times actually felt good because it distracted me from my tits, but the next seven were like streaks of fire. She informed me that my ass looked like it had been cooked in a waffle grill and then showed me the blood on the belt. That was just the beginning. She set the hour timer.

It was all kind of a blur. First I ate her pussy noticing first hand how swollen her clit was, but she still wanted it sucked and tongued. She came and proved to have a squirting cunt. Thick syrup covered my face and filled my nose with her stink. She twisted around on top of me and spread her fat ass cheeks. I forced my tired tongue into her puckered ass hole and tongue fucked her ass as she rolled my sore nipples in her fingers. She finally let go of my fingers and rubbed herself off again filling my mouth with her syrup as well as bits of goop covered pubic hair. She crawled off to her trick or treat bag and pulled on a twelve inch long, studded, thick as a bat black dildo in harness. I took it in the pussy, in the mouth and then in my sore ass. She was relentless ramming it in and out of me, talking shit in between gasps of air. I don't know if she came again but she rested for ten minutes on my back with the dildo buried in my ass. With that done she pulled out and let me lick my own ass off the dildo. The bitch checked the clock and dragged me to a corner of the room and made me kneel in front of her. She stripped of the harness and dildo and pressed her sex stinking crotch to my mouth. Then she filled my face with hot piss, making sure some of it was in my mouth when she pinched my nose and force me to swallow it. I finished on my belly licking her toes as the hour of humiliation ended.

Kelsey packed up her bag and told me to get my ass up and dressed so we could get back to the hotel room. I slowly pushed up, gagged, fell to my knees and vomited in the same corner as the piss stained carpet. She laughed and told me to hurry up.

I said, “Start the hour clock again bitch. This shit isn't over yet.”

Her face froze. She shook her head and looked ready to plead her case, but then her face stiffened and she put back on her black bitch mask. I watched her move, wobbling to the ledge to start the clock. She had fucked me raw for sure and used me like a toilet, but the bitch had been going all out for an hour and I had been lying there taking it for the most part. And, the two times I had squirted in my life I'd nearly passed out from exhaustion. She may have fucked me silly, but I figured she just might have fucked herself out. I'd know in an hour.

The fifth round was the third round of body boxing. My tits were visibly swollen and almost uniformly bruised now. My nipples were gouged and bleeding pinkish lymph from the scraped tips of the nipples and a couple of gouged places on the aureoles. Kelsey's tits were swollen too it looked like and she was definitely having trouble moving around. I looked worse, but couldn't tell which one of us was in better shape. Our skins were caked with dust, dried sweat and some blood. My hair was greasy wet like all the oil in my hair had come out at once. I felt sick and had to suppress trembling. I knew how bad I felt, but hoped she felt just as bad.

The punching started slowly. I took an unblocked shot to the left swollen tit back, but the pain was less than I expected. Either I was numb or her punches were weaker. We exchanged punches for a few minutes, both grunting and getting hurt. Now I was sure her punches were lacking something, of course maybe mine were too. I pressed the action and she backed up. I cornered her in the messy corner ignoring the piss and vomit we walked through just to gut the bitch who had humiliated me. I was getting three punches in to her two and she was grunting and breathing like a steam locomotive. She tried to escape the corner and I rammed her into the wall. I got in three pussy punches and backed off and she fell to her knees moaning!

I staggered to the clock and started the one minute timer. I checked the round clock and still had twenty minutes to go. She pushed up at the fifty second mark and I went back to work, pounding her tits and ribs as she backed away trying to stay out of range. I took a couple of hard tit punches that made me want to fall to get inside her defense and cunted the whore again, cracking her on the mound so hard I had to shake my hand out after she had fallen on all fours screaming. I staggered to the timers and started the count down. She didn't stand up. I restarted the countdown taking a three to zero lead. She basically gave up the round and just sat on the floor rubbing her clit and moaning.

Now it was my turn and this was the second fall she got twenty belt lashes across her black ass. I concentrated on trying to hit the same place over and over again and raised-up a huge set of parallel welts across both cheeks. Then on the seventeenth lash the welt ruptured along two thirds of its length and she fell face-down screaming as blood welled out of her split ass cheeks. I had taken revenge with interest and penalties. Next came an hour of humiliation and domination. I was exhausted, but wasn't going to make her mistake of enjoying myself too much.

I dragged my bag to her side and squatted on her face and had her stick her tongue deep in my asshole, not so much for pleasure but just to put her in her place. I rolled her up wrestling her lower body until her calves were under my arms, her face between my burning ass cheeks, and her asshole and pussy pointed up to the ceiling right under my chin. Despite the stink of the bitch I rested my chin on her obviously swollen clit, and then used a smallish dual entry vibrator on her ass and pussy. She was in an uncomfortable position, but I knew that sadists often couldn't control their responses when they were the ones taking abuse. Soon enough her legs were squirming and her hairy cunt lips contracting as she moaned into my asshole. I found her g-spot with the long curved vibrator and watched her toes curl up and she exploded, goopy syrup squirting out of her quivering cunt into my face again. Damn the bitch, I couldn't keep her stink off me! She moaned and trembled and I worked her pussy and asshole with the vibrator trying to KO her with multiple orgasms. She shivered and came again and again, without squirting, that well had gone dry for awhile.

When she no longer responded to the vibrator I took it out, and moved my chin off her swollen clit. The worm was fatter and thicker than ever. I had crushed it with my fists and filled it with blood from the vibrator. I didn't know if it would hurt more than it would pleasure, but I didn't care. My face was already stinking of her crotch so I just twisted my neck and went to work on her clit with my mouth. She struggled almost lifting me off her face, but then I heard her begging for mercy under my ass and watched her toes curl up. She cried out and came again and went limp. I let her fall, turned around and returned the piss bath to her. This time she was slack-jawed on her back and I filled her mouth, covered it and forced her to swallow before letting her writhe on the floor and gag. I had taken only forty minutes, but decided to rest up just in case she had another round in her.

An hour and twenty minutes Africa40DD no longer existed, her profile was renamed “IamTinasSlitSlave.” I had broken the bitch. She was one of the best submissive dykes I ever owned, even if only for the weekend. I did things to her that still flash through my head. Even better, I got a list of her favorite fighting bitches. My dance card is going to be full for as long as I want.

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