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Sasha Unleashed!

By PerilEyes

Beyonce had just been on the Tyra Banks show answering new innovative questions, fufilling the dream of a girl diagnosed with MS, and performing her hits "If I Were a Boy" and Single Ladies" from her newly released double album "I am...Sasha Fierce." Right now she was heading to Tyra's dressing room to "thank" her for the appearance. As she sternly asked one of the stage hands where she could find the former supermodel, her seriousness certainly gave the impression she meant business. Normally, a bright smile and warm presence were undeniable definers of the dark skinned beauty, but today something was different. Today an uncharacteristic black leather catsuit tightly fit her amazing body. The zipper down the front of it suggestively stopped about halfway down her torso almost exposing the gifts that lay beyond, if it were to be tugged any further, there would be no point of wearing it. As accessories, the singer wore a thick black leather belt with a gold rectangular buckle, leather gloves, and knee-high black boots with thin heels that were several inches high making the diva appear even more statuesque than usual. Tucked in the belt were four pairs of handcuffs. Right now she had looks that could kill and by the looks of things, she really could. Yes, today the woman walking down that hallway was not Beyonce. She was Sasha Fierce. Finding her destination, she opened the door and saw the dark skinned host. She was sitting at her makeup table reading over a script for tomorrow's show. Still in her outfit for the show she looked hot as well. Stilettos, pants that ended just above the heels, a nice loose fitting black top covered in a thick red belt, wavy blonde highlighted hair, and pink lips and eye shadow to complete it all.

Hearing the door close behind her guest, Ms Banks turned to see who it was. She ran to greet her friend with a hug. "Heyyyy! Just the girl I've been thinking of, great great show!" Tyra took Beyonce's hands in her hands as a sign of affection. "Girl you absolutely killed it! The whole crowd was into it, you made that little girl's life, and daaaamn you worked that stage! Sasha really came out tonight huh? Just the look in your eyes, the fierceness during Single Ladies. You really ARE a different woman up there!" For the first time Tyra looked her friend up and down and processed her appearance. "Speaking of which, what's with the whole get up? You got the whole Emma Peel secret agent shit going. You can relax, performance is over!" Tyra laughed as she tried to make fun with her friend.

In her possessed state, Beyonce reponded with a very grim demeanour. Truth be told, that last performance did unleash something in her. Usually she'd be able to snap out of it after she did her whole provocative singing and dance routine, but this time it just stuck. "That's right you make your little jokes, you little bitch!" Tyra of course was taken very back by what she had just heard. Bitch? Beyonce was just about the last person on earth to use profane language. She had never insulted her or anyone like this before. Come to think of it, the severity in her eyes during the performance was identical to what was staring in front of her right at this moment. Something was up.

"Wow, what has gotten in to you girl? I understand the whole Sasha thing and it overtaking you and turning you into this confident, powerful, sex machine, but honey, that's just on stage. This is real life. You can't actually go around presenting this whole charade to people who care about you. You're gonna hurt alot of people."

For a second it looked like Beyonce snapped out of her trance. "You're right, you're right..." she tried to reconcile. Tyra eased up a little bit too seeing her friend smiling again and shedding her uptight and bitchy attitude. But it truly was a charade. "You're right in that WHORES like you are going to get hurt!!! BITCH!!!!!" With that she wound up and delivered a open handed, leather-clad slap right on Tyra's cheek. The shot rocked her face and jaw. Her hands immediately shot up to counsel the right side of her face as she doubled over in pain. As she grimaced in agony, Beyonce or more accurately, Sasha, stood there hands on hips surveying her work. The fierceness never left her face.

But the host of the show wasn’t going to take such an attack passively. In her lowered position Tyra then ran at the former leader of Destiny's Child and rammed her head and shoulder into her abdomen spearing her all the way back into the back of a couch. Tyra regained her footing and started to stomp at Sasha's prone form against the couch. Holding onto the top for leverage, she drove the boot of her shoe into her foe's midregion, arms, legs, and really anything she could get at. "Listen B, I don't know what has gotten into you, but if I have to release the hellcat in ME to get you back to your senses and back to my sweet lovable friend that I'll do anything for, then you bet yo ass I damn sure will!" Sasha in her semi-dazed state tried to cover up she was really being levelled.

Tyra ceased her attack, which proved to be the beginning of the end. She grabbed her foe's arms in an effort to raise her to her feet, but Sasha suddenly and viciously swatted them both away and quickly latched on to her forearms instead. The anger was apparent in her voice and the severity in her tightened face muscles as she looked straight at Tyra. "I told you there is no BEYONCE...there is only Sasha FIERCE, BITCH!!!" With that she pulled Ms. Banks head first into the back of the couch. Tyra felt the devastation as her whole face connected with the hard surface of the wood below the outer fabric. Sasha then kneed the now vulnerable host in the back driving her forward so she hit it again. And again. And again. And once more. On the final time she lodged her knee right into Tyra's spine pushing her right against the furniture. She cried out an "AHHHH" as the bone ground itself right into her lower back and caused her severe discomfort to put it mildly.

With one hand Sasha yanked on Tyra's blonde locks forcing her to gaze straight up at the dominatrix above her. Shaking her head the leather clad dame wound her arm back high into the air and crashed it right down square on her nose. Tyra reacted in pain as the sensation shot from her bridge to her brain. At first her arms flailed about wildly as she was caught in this vicious assault, but with every thrust to her unprotected facial features, her movements were tamed. A far away look in her eye developed signalling she wasn't all there anymore. A trailed of blood had now started to leak out of her left nostril. Convinced her nose was surely broken now, Sasha roughly dragged her to her feet. The jabs to the ex-model left her very disoriented as she could barely stand on her own. She swayed from side to side. She might as well have been out on her feet at this point. Then she began to undress the helpless TV star beginning with unbuckling that red belt. Snapping it as a means to see its capability she smiled and nodded in approval before tossing it away for later. Grabbing hold of her shirt fabric with two hands she roughly pulled it over her opponent's head and off her body. She twirled it on her finger as she spun it away to the ground as well. Tyra stood there with half opened eyes and a very slouched form with her shity now removed revealing a light blue flower print bra. Kneeling down she continued the task by grabbing either side of pants and forcefully tugging it down her long smooth legs. Covering her crotch was a matching pair of blue panties. The pants now around her ankles, Sasha pulled out each leg from out of the puddle of fabric. She completed the undressing of outerwear by unbuckling both heels and sliding her sexy red toenailed feet. She tossed one shoe away but with the other she abruptly stabbed it right into her pussy. This moved snapped Tyra out of her vertigo. Her mouth made an "O" as she moaned in agony. She threw the shoe away and arose to face her again. Then she tugged at her gloved finger tips as she freed them from her hands. Not wanting to miss a second of discomfort in Tyra's now bloodied face, her gaze never strayed from its focus ahead. Removing those leather gloves and tossing them aside, with both hands she latched into Tyra's breasts.

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!!!" SHe cried out. SHe couldn't believe what has happening here! Beyonce was her friend, more than that actually. As she revealed on the show she more thought of her as a little sister. She adored her whole family, her mom Tina, her sister Solange. But she didn't get that while Beyonce was like a sister, Sasha was a competitive, hateful, merciless bitch who wanted to destroy Tyra. As a woman she knew exactly how to hit her where it hurt. She dug her talons right in the flesh. She stiffened her fingers as she squeezed harder garnering louder cries from her victim. With her iron grip she circled the orbs round and round to make the experience even more agonizing for Tyra and fulfilling for Sasha. Moving her feet as she attacked the talk show host, it was as if they were dancing a dance of destruction. She maneuvred her "partner" close to the wall before violently thrusting her tits first right into it. Tyra moved to massage her damaged goods.

Her melons were now beginning to redden with the force of Sasha's fingers and marked with the imprints of her nails. The sexy brunette gaining some speed charged Tyra and hit her shoulder into her back sandwiching her tits between her and the wall. She grabbed the latch of her bra and removed it completely off her body. Wrapping the bra around her wrists she then placed it around her foe's slender neck and tugged back with much force. Her hands shot up to try and relieve the fabric from around her windpipe. Her choked cries were music to Sasha's ears. She brought her head right up to her ear. "I loooove hearing you squeal like this Tyra. Do you like being dominated like this Tyra? Because I'm loving making you my bitch Tyra. This bra around your neck, think of it as a collar. Because that's what you are Tyra, a DOG!" She quickly relinquished her hold on the bra sending her forehead straight into the wall. Then reaching in front she grabbed Tyra's 34DDs and cooed in her ear. "You like that ho? I can do anything I want to you right now, and there is NOTHING you can do about it. Nothing." Very much sensually She slowly kneaded those voluptuous orbs with her fingers. "These breasts," she said matter of factly as gave them a squeeze forcing an "ooo" from Tyra, "they're mine. I can do whatever I want to them. And I intend on making it so you won't be able to flaunt them for a long, long time bitch." To assert her dominance and reinforce the America's Next Top Model creator's hapless and subordinate postion, she licked Tyra's neck starting from the bottom and following the path up to her ear lobe.

She spun her around and decided a frontal assault was in order. Sasha slapped, jabbed, punched those orbs! Tyra let out a faint "oomph" with each impactful blow. Punch. Punch. Punch. Tyra could only stand there naked save for her panties and just take it. She grabbed her nipples and twisted them like radio dials. Tyra danced on her tippy toes as her foe's unrelentless assault her former friend's teats. The torture was unbearable and the change in colour of those brown areolas showed it. Sasha released her grip on the nipples but before she could recover, Sasha took the right one in her mouth and savagely bit down. As she pulled back it felt to Tyra like this bitch was trying to separate the nipple from the mound. When she let go Sasha had made her mark personally. Not only were teeth marks visible but she tore the flesh let blood flow out. Disgusted that some actually when in her mouth, she spit the bloodlaced saliva back in Tyras face. Instinctively Tyra's hand went up to wipe it off her face but Sasha interjected by slapping it away. "No! Leave it there you supermodel whore!" Then she vicously delivered an open hand slap to the opposite side of her face. Tyra's face shifted with the direction of the strike. As she held her hands to her damaged cheeked she slowly turned back to face Sasha. Her complexion was a picture perfect representation of a battered and distraught female. Her mascara and eye makeup now started to run as mixed in with the tears of her eyes. A river of blood formed between her nose and upper lip. Her left side was reddened and imprinted with that last shot. And on the right the spit was trailing down her cheek. She looked at her abuser with pathetic, pain-filled, and above all, frightful eyes. She wished this vicious onslaught would end soon. Sasha by contrast was a sadist and would not let up any time soon.

"Pl-please B....please stop..." She tried to plead. But before she could finish her though, Sasha quickly kneed her in the groin. "Owwwwwwwwww...."

"Shut the fuck up! You're weak! Grovelling right in front of me! What kinda example do you fucking set for your viewers, Miss Oprah-fucking-wannabe!" With Tyra's hands down around her panties to prevent any further attack, Sasha saw an upper body opening. Like a wild tigress she dug her "claws" deep into her opponent's bosom and slowly pulled them straight down pushing inward while she descended. "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Tyra let out her most bone chilling, blood curdling, window shattering scream yet on this very unfortunate evening. More open wounds developed on her precious tits as her abuser systematically took her apart. She grabbed her by wavy hair and shoved her on the ground.

Tyra slowly tried to crawl away and reach the door. She tried to the ignore the extreme burn radiating from her breasts as she held her head down and moved arm by arm, leg by leg closer to her freedom. Then her hand came in contact with something and did her head. She felt leather on both accounts. She up and saw Sasha hovering above her hands on hips, looking down at her with a sadistic smile. The ex-model drooped her in disappointment along with her hopes. The dominatrix just shook her in a "you were foolish to think that would work" kind of way. She grabbed her head by the hair and proclaimed her nothingness as she roughly threw her back to the ground on her back. The blonde rolled on to her stomach and started to crawl in another direction. Having enough of this, Sasha wound up and punted the vulnerable lady right in her damaged tits. Already sore and swollen, the pointed boot didn't help. On her back she kicked in pain as she held her breasts as more tears streamed her face. Next, using the heel of her right boot, she dug it into a window of black flesh and dug it straight in. She twisted and turned as she more or less forcefully stabbed it right into skin. Of course, Tyra heightened her pleads and cries of agony with this new assault. It was like Sasha was trying to top herself in the amount of damage done with every move. If her breasts up to this point were only marred and scratched up (to put it in a civil manner), now they were being flattened. Removing her foot she laughed as she saw a red welt develop and the skin around the target fall inwards. Then kicking her arms to the side to she had space, Sasha made her first use of her tight bootylicious leather clad ass by butt dropping square onto Tyra's melons. Then in a trully interesting move she wiggled back and forth in place as her buns of steel went to work in pancaking Tyra's breasts that lay beneath. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow...I can't take it.....stooooooop!"

Instead of stopping the former sweet girl backed up onto her foe's belly. She proceeded to deliver blow after blow to her once prized and admired tits. After today they would never be the same. Already they were bruised with the shots to them, one nipple was completely mauled and bloodied and permanently erect and sensitive, and streaks of blood ran the course of them. And now she hammered shots and slaps to them once again. Then she ran strong haymakers on the models face which rocked her from side to side. Eventually one hit connected square on the jaw and sent her head backwards to the hard carpetted floor. Her eyes rolled back as she passed out. Sasha stood up looked down at the dark skinned former model as she lay there arms at her side, head turned to one side as well, and her legs, still clad with panties, slightly parted. "We're not finished yet..." Sasha picked up the comatose blonde on her feet and slung her over her shoulder. It was quite the dominating sight: Beyonce, I mean, Sasha, all powerful and domineering holding a prone Tyra Banks as her hair hung down and her arms wobbled limply with every movement. It was the dictionary definition of "helpless."

She brought her over the lounge area of sorts and set her seated on a couch. She had to clear the table off of its contents which were a pitcher of ice water and a small plate of limes. Getting another evil idea, she squeezed the juice of about five lime slices into that pitcher and stirred. Then so it was out of the way for the moment she placed it under the table. Turning back a still slumbering Tyra, she pulled the limp form up and placed her lying down on the table. She then finally stripped her of her panties and her last bit of dignity and placed it unceremoniously in her mouth. She then pulled out a pair of handcuffs that lay in her waist band and secured her susceptible enemy's wrist to the leg beneath. She repeated this with all four limbs until the model was fastened to this table with nowhere to go. Then she reached down a grabbed the pitcher of water. Dipping one finger in and giving it a taste she shuddered and put on a sour face. Then she slowly poured the container all over her Tyra's tits and head! She woke up instantly in excruciating pain! The citrus further agitated her open wounds on her breasts and face! "Mmmmmmppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Her cries were muffled through the gag. By the end of it her upper body was completely soaked and stung like no other pain! Sasha randomly truly the now empty pitcher behind her and knelt down and rub her hurting prey's chest. She made sure to spread the acidic liquid right into those cuts. "Hahahaha...how's that feel..." Then leaving her there to struggle against her bonds as she wiggled in pain, Beyonce got up and went to the pile of Tyra's discarded clothing. She picked up the red leather belt.

Returning she wrapped the end of it slightly around her hand for grip as she watched Tyra shake her head adamantly and cry out nearly inaudible assertions of "NO." She knew what was coming but hoped she wouldn't do it. There was to be no mercy for her today. Sasha slung the strap back behind her and VICIOUSLY whipped it forward on to Tyra's injured breasts in a sickening sound of leather connected with flesh.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

She threw her head back and closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs. Sasha was very wise with that gag as it surely would've pierced the hollow walls. The dominatrix delivered a second shot that was just as potent which garnered a similar response. Then another. Then another. Tyra was completely in tears now. She couldn't handle it anymore. Her breasts were suffering the most ultimate form of torture here today! They were being flattened, contorted, misshaped, and all in all severely deformed. She was beaten, humiliated, tortured and by whom? A girl she once called her friend. Actually the out of control alter ego of the girl she once called her sister. Beyonce was a woman possessed by the most sadistic, bloodthirsty, diobolical bitch in the entertainment and perhaps the whole world. Did this mean Sasha was here to stay for good? Who knows? But for now she delivered a few final shot's with Tyra's own belt to her body. Tyra was now very tired, the assaults on her body had taken a toll on her, and the tears just as much. She was done. Sasha removed all the restraints and lifted her off the table for one final humiliation.

She brought her doubled over form within several feet of the vanity mirror where this conflict started. She took her head and forced her to look straight ahead at the reflection before her. "Look..." was all Sasha said. Holding her breasts she saw the results of this ruthless assault. Beginning with her head, her dyed blonde locks was all over the place and messed. Her watery eyes produced lines of mascara tears. Her cheeks were filled with a mix of blush, blood, sweat, spit, and cuts. Her nose was broken and bleeding. Her lower lip was busted and the crimson trail dripped down her chin and to the floor. She quivered in pain as she looked at breasts as the drooped down. They were deformed, flattened, raked, bloodied, sweaty, and still stinging from the lime water. She would require extensive surgery to fix all the scars and address the deflation.

"Today, you are the first to experience the wrath of Sasha Fierce when she is UNLEASHED!!"

With that she gained some speed and tossed the model head first right into the vanity mirror! Tyra was unconscious upon impact as the glass shards rained over her, the table, and the floor. Her slumbering body rolled off the table and landed face down with her arms above her head in a pile of the reflective pieces. Sasha sauntered over and placed her heeled boot on her decimated foe's back in triumph. She looked down with eyes that pierced, not even smiling once to revel in her achievements today. To add the final insult to injury she ground her breasts into the broken shards. It was best that she was knocked out for that attack.

She then took her foot off and headed out the door not even looking back to the wreckage behind her. When she opened the door she saw a group of people huddled around the door. Not even acknowledging them she looked ahead and strutted out of site her bootylicious ass in tow. The crowd looked with mouths agape as they saw the dominatrix Sasha walk off and looked inside the room to see the beautiful Tyra Banks lying there completely destroyed, the victim of one Sasha Fierce.