With Thanks to Catwacher, Tr0zt and other distinguished contributors. Fiction and may contain materials which are not suitable for minors.
Callie was put on pro-longed leave as she recovered from her severe injuries inflicted by Mariam and her sidekicks Jazeer and Dee, the over-weight black couple from the ghetto. She life was changed completely, her confidence rock bottom and she was subdued around people, fearing they had heard what had happened to her. It was almost five months before she resumed any form of work. Her proud image and spirit had been crushed by Mariam repeatedly and she was up to her neck in debts. A low pay, hospital and other bills meant she had to find other means of income and she was forced to work part-time as a night guard for a downtown low cost property. The long hours effected her day job in prison and her career was soon ruined. She became a figure of ridicule and she was bounced out of the prison force with no other form of income besides her night job. Being extremely slim and beautiful, she soon became a hit amongst the crooks of the night around her city and attracted plenty of attention, the kind of attention she can well do without.
One night, after finishing her shift, she foolishly was out alone for a walk in the streets, and three black gang bangers started stalking her. Feeling she was followed, Callie picked up her pace, but her shoes broke and eventually they had her cornered in a dead end alley. The three thugs moved slowly towards her and she started to scream as they rushed at her. One grabbed her bag, another pushed her hard against a wall and began to grind up against her and reach for her tits while licking her neck and ears. The third popped a knife and went for a button on her uniform and sliced it. He held the blade against her belly and said in a rough voice “Bitch, make a noise I and cut you bad!”
The knife slowly cut a slit down the front of her uniform top, allowing Callie’s tits to bounce free. It seemed like lots of hands were everywhere; squeezing, poking, tugging and finally one sliding down beneath her pants until it was bunched around her tiny lower abdomen and shaved private parts. Then Callie felt two hard dry fingers brutally penetrate inside her holes. It hurt and it was humiliating for her getting fingered by the street thug in public. Then suddenly the gang heard something, maybe sirens, and they ran and disappeared around the corner of the entrance to the alley. Holding her tattered top as best she could, Callie limped off looking for help. With some difficulty she eventually found some nice people who gave her some cab fare home.
Jazeer has been dreaming about getting his hands on Callie’s thin and curvy body since their last encounter, when he had penetrated her holes with his thick cock after Callie was battered helpless by the formidable female gang boss Mariam. Since then he has been dreaming and scheming to do the same to Callie again for a long long time. Jazeer is severely addicted to Callie’s sexy body, so much so he had plotted to track down Callie and take her brutally once more without his girlfriend Dee’s knowledge. Jazeer knew he must keep his desires hidden from Dee though, having seen the jealousy and fire in Dee’s eyes when they had used Callie together. But he escaped any complication the first time since they were both under Mariam’s directives. Now, he has found Callie and was putting the pieces of his plan into place.
Three weeks later, for the most part Callie had pushed her near rape out of her mind. She had refrained from going anywhere after work and felt reasonably safe in her sheltered environment. It had never occurred to her to check her purse, but as it turns out her driving license was taken that night back in the dark alley. It was Friday night and Callie was looking forward to some quite down time in her small flat. Mindlessly, as she carried a few groceries into her flat she had no idea of the nightmare that she was entering. Jazeer was waiting.
Suddenly she found herself slammed face first into the wall. Her long black hair grasped and yanked back exposing her slender neck to the cold steel of a knife. Not that is was her first thought, but she smelled Jazeer’s hot foul breath as he whispered in her ear: something about not making noise and behaving if she wanted to live. Callie tried to nod her assent, but Jazeer’s grip on her hair was so severe (or was it mostly fear) she was frozen. As she was roughly spun to face him, the cold recognition of who he was sent shivers though Callie’s spine. “Hello bitch! We come to take you up on your offer, to finish what we started. And I brought a few friends . That ok with you?” he said poking Callie’s slender neck with the tip of his knife. Callie could only shake her head in agreement as she counted five nasty muscular black men surrounding her in her own home. She wanted to scream, wanted to run but the truth was she believed he would slice her right through if she did.
Callie was first forced to welcome her ‘guests’ with deep soul kisses as they passed her amongst them like a joint being shared. Hands roughly groped at her breasts, belly and ass as the fowl taste of their mouths and unwashed bodies added to her humiliation. But the direness of her situation had already hit home; she was their property to use and abuse. Jazeer who was obviously the leader called to one of his younger members, “Yo Jackson, take the bitch and get her fixed up for me.”
Though at first glance the gang were all mid-30s, Jackson appeared younger; perhaps late-20s. He was Callie’s height, but very overweight and had a scar that ran the length of his pock marked coal black cheek. In spite of his youth he appeared very worn and nasty. Callie was dragged by her hair into her bedroom. Not sure what was worse, the excruciating pain to her scalp, or the crippling fear of her impending violation by these menacing black thugs. Thrown to the floor in her bedroom, she lay there curled until she felt a swift kick right to her crotch. “Yo gets yo ass up fore I fuck you up good!”
Disregarding the crippling pain, Callie quickly scrambled up, Jackson moved in right behind with a hand up her skirt. He had her stand in the center of her bedroom with her hands behind her head forcing Callie’s breasts to jut firmly out for his inspection, but she knew this humiliation was only the beginning. Sure enough he took his meaty paws and grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it to shreds, quickly followed by her bra and skirt. There Callie was on display for the fat black thug. He couldn’t help himself, he grabbed both of Callie’s nipples, pulling and twisting them. Once again helpless, forced to accept pain and humiliation, while the dark skinned monster taunted her. “Yo goin to gets lots a black cocks soon, heh heh!!”
While Callie stood there on weak trembling legs with her firm naked breasts sore and swollen from their recent abuse, Jackson rummaged through her closet. Already demoralized by her impending abuse, if at all possible her spirits dropped another notch as he returned holding the tiniest piece of bikini she had. Jackson while he stroked his exposed cock had Callie dress herself in the blue bikini, apply make-up, do up her hair and apply expensive cologne. He had her add stiletto heels to her accentuate look. Jackson could not resist sqweezing her curvy body in his thick embrance while licking her neck, his erect cock poking against her lower belly as Callie weakly struggled in disgust. Callie’s 32-22-33 body was dressed to kill, unfortunately. Led like a lamb to slaughter back into her small living room. The other four greeted her return with hoots and hollers and their taunts. Callie jumped as one of them shoved two large fingers into her shaved vagina. He pulled them out and showed them to his friends and they laughed at how wet she was. Callie just stood quietly while they amused themselves with her body. “This sure turns me the fuck on. You've got a hot little body on you bitch” claimed Jazeer, his big black cock bulging in his pants.
Jazeer, who was doing all of the talking stepped back and started undressing. Jackson continued to squeeze and pull at Callie’s breasts and run his fingers through the crevisse of her ass. He wormed his finger between her ass cheeks and pressed it against her tight little hole and asked, "Damn this is tight! Have yo never been fucked in the ass? Gots me some long hard xxxxxxx cocks for that!" Callie was getting worried now. She didn't actually try to pull away, but twisted slightly and said, "Please...don't touch me there. I'll do what you want but..."
She paused as he chuckled and said, "Yeah, you'll do what we want. Do you have any idea how much we goin to fuck you tonight?" She hated this helpless feeling. She was terrified of what was to come so when one of the men pulled her over to the couch and pushed her down beside Jackson and sat down on the other side of her, she put up no fight. Callie tried not to watch as Jackson pulled his t-shirt off and then kicked his shoes off. He unbuckled his belt and opened his fly and lifted his butt up off of the cushion to work his dockers and his jockey shorts off together. Callie didn't want to take notice, but she couldn't help it. His cock was one of the biggest she had ever seen, and began to wonder about the stereotype. Now she was sitting on her couch almost naked between two large black men with ten-inch cocks.
Jackson took Callie’s hand and placed it on his cock. Callie’s hand seemed to wrap around it on its own accord. The other gang member took her other hand and placed it around his cock too. Callie found herself sitting between them holding their cocks and staring blankly into space. She was so light headed that that she failed to notice a third black head go between her thighs, slowly licking his way up. Hands and tongues worked her slim sexy body. Tits, belly, pussy, ears, neck and mouth. In spite of her revulsion and fear, her body was responding beyond her control. Just then she felt something on her hand and looked down to see the lubricant that was oozing from one of their cocks. It had reached her fingers and it began to run over them. Jackson coolly said, " I need some relief here bitch."
Jazeer who was eagerly watching them promptly instructed Callie, "Bitch, suck my friend off!” It was like her mind had ceased to function. Callie looked up at Jackson in shock but he ignored her. She felt him take his hand off of her breast as he grabbed a handful of her hair. Callie grunted in pain and he said, "I love that dark hair bitch!" He pulled her out of her seat and guided her face between his legs. Callie didn't fight him though. She went wherever he wanted her to. Once she was in place Jackson let go of her hair and sat back and said, "Okay bitch, let's see if you can give a good blowjob."
Callie couldn't seem to form a coherent thought of any kind. She had always been a thinking, reasoning, intelligent person but now, in the clutches of these thugs she seemed unable to think at all. She only seemed to be able to react. She found herself bending forward to kiss and then lick at the throbbing black cock. Jackson slumped down in his seat a little more and she adjusted her position and began to suck his cock like her life depended upon it (it did). Unfortunately, Jackson was not as easy to please. He watched her and commented to the group, "I love seeing a pretty woman sucking my cock," but he seemed very unhappy with what Callie was doing.
After a few minutes Jackson said in a voice tinged with disgust, "Shit bitch, you better suck this cock better than that!" Jackson reached up and held Callie’s head in both of his large, strong hands. It made her nervous, but she didn't try to pull away. She didn't dare for some reason. As she moved her mouth up and down on his cock he began to exert pressure on the back of her head. Callie resisted with her neck muscles for a moment but soon that wasn't enough and she began to push back against his thighs, trying to pull her head free. Jackson yelled, "Stop that! Put your hands down at your side. NOW!" Callie duly obeyed.
These thugs would hurt her she has no doubt based on her past experience. She was in pain now though. Jackson was forcing his thick shaft deeper with each thrust into her throat and she was now in pain. Callie was just about to begin fighting again. She knew that she couldn't take anymore of this. Just as she started to bring her hands back up to push against him, Jackson pulled harder against the back of her head and thrust up with his hips and his entire cock surged down Callie’s throat. The pain was incredible. Callie began to gag badly. But as soon as she started to push at Jackson another gang member got down behind her and grabbed her thin arms. He twisted them and pulled them around behind her back. Callie thought he was going to pull them right out of the sockets! She was forced to cease her struggles, but she was running out of air with Jackson’s cock down her throat and was beginning to panic.
Callie knew that in seconds she was going to pass out and was afraid that she was going to wake up dead. As she started to lose consciousness she felt a series of stinging slaps on the side of her face and finally looked up at her abuser. Jackson shook his head and said, "You stupid bitch! Relax, you can breathe. Just breathe through your nose. It will take a little extra effort, but you aren't going to die. Shit! You are one dumb bitch. Stupid fucking ho! I fucking swear!"
Callie struggled to suck some air in through her nose. Jackson’s fat cock was stuffing her airways so severely that she couldn't get much. When she realized that she wasn't going to die from getting her throat fucked she felt the panic start to recede. It still hurt like hell but she held her head down and his cock stayed buried in her throat until she began to adjust to the pressure. Once Jackson saw that Callie wasn't panicking he let her come up slowly off of his cock. He watched her gulp down several large lungs full of air and then he pulled her head back down until her lips were once again spread wide around the base of his large cock.
As Callie continued to suck Jackson’s cock she felt the other cocks entering her from behind, she was in shock. As soon as one cock began to slide forcefully in and out of her pussy she had no more doubt she was a sexual pawn in their hands. As a gang member pumped her brutally from behind he reached around and began to tease the area around her clit. Another hand began to roughly squeeze and pull on one of her breasts. She was their sex toy now. Jackson, who is raping Callie’s face didn't cum in her mouth. He held her head pressed tightly against his fat belly and his hips danced as he shot his cum straight down her throat. Callie didn't have a lot of time to contemplate the softening cock in her mouth. The cock assaulting her stretched vagina was speeding up and the strokes were becoming more violent as her taker’s fingers begun to pinch her clit and tit roughly. She screamed around the soft cock in her mouth and as she felt their dirty black cocks deposit their loads into her tiny defenceless body. It became clear that raping, and hurting her wasn’t enough for this gang, but they got off on her total humiliation.
Jazeer now sat naked on the couch stroking his enormous horse cock. He reached out and pulled Callie by a tit until her face was next to his. With his other hand he slid the cold steel of a knife across her other tit to make his point. “Ho, i own yo ass. I want to fuck you on my cock, and if you don’t cum, I am going to remove a nip!” The message was clear. Callie straddled his wide lap, rose up on her tip toes. He was huge and this would hurt badly. She took his monster cock in her hand and guided the tip towards her now gaping vagina. She tried to ease it in, apparently too slow. Thwaaap!! her head whirled, her left cheek turned red from the force of Jazeer’s slap. Quickly, brutally she impaled herself. It bottomed out all but splitting her. Callie began to furiously rape herself on Jazeer’s huge black monster cock. “Damn this bitch is tight! Thats it ho! Tell me how much you love my xxxxxxx cock” he said as he lowered the straps of Callie’s bikini bra freeing her bouncing tits.
Callie humped harder, it was hard to cum as she was scared out of her mind. Her tits bounced and shook right in Jazeer’s face. They were grabbed, twisted and bitten and she felt like he would tear them off. Jazeer repeated his demand: “Ho tell me how much yu love my xxxxxxx cock!” Callie stammered the pronouncement for the world: “I...I.. love xxxxxxx..cock...” She could hear them laughing and taunting as she vigorously fucked herself. She frantically worked herself up and down Jazeer’s massive tool, clenching her vaginal walls, sweating profusely. One hand bracing herself on his broad chest the other working her clit. “Ohh ohh arggh oooo nooooooooooo........”
Jazeer grabbed Callie, pulling her to him, one arm around her small waist and one hand on her butt. He started to pump her hard. Callie felt his horse cock pulse, then spurt and spurt and spurt. She was filled with his slime. Finally she collapsed onto him half in exhaustion, half in shame. Jazeer’s huge cock pulled out of her with a plop oozing cum. The next thing Callie knew she was brutally thrown to the floor between his legs. “Clean me ho!” She was pulled by her hair into his slimy crotch and forced to lick off all their juices. She tasted herself for the first time, mixed with his spunk. She wanted to retch, but knew that was a mistake and obediently licked his cock and his balls clean.
Soon Callie was yanked backwards by another thug. She was ordered to suck his cock and after she had gotten him hard he ordered her to lie on her back in the middle of the hall. Towering over her naked body, he used a foot to open her thighs and knelt between them and swiftly entered her bruised vagina. He too fucked her violently. It took him a long time to reach orgasm and he was being particularly brutal. He was slamming his cock into her so hard that Callie grunted and moved across the floor with each stroke. She looked up at him several times as he raped her there on the floor. It lasted nearly half an hour and she was badly bruised and sore when he finally finished. He got up after a moment and then inched up over her body on his knees and forced his cock into her mouth so that she could clean him too.
When Callie had sucked his cock clean and licked up the cock cream from his balls and his upper thighs he slapped her tits. Callie screamed in pain which he enjoyed. He slapped them again and again. And laughed as Callie’s small breasts bounced back and forth finally stretching a nipple so bad she thought it would tear. Suddenly she was thrown face first sprawling onto the floor, her bruised tits scraped, her hair flopped and covered her face. The attacker kicked her legs wide and ran his fat hand up her legs, fondling the firm globes of her butt. Then her ass was pulled up baring her anus to the world. Callie begged and struggled knowing she was about to be sodomized.
Some 300 odd pounds of fat Jackson dropped on her body and rammed a thick tool home splitting her still tight but wet anus instantly. He lay flat out on top of Callie’s thin body, crushing and smothering it in his naked sweating blubber. His gang mates found this hilarious. Callie could hear them laughing “Fat Jaxs goin to crush the ho. Mutha fucka gots her covered with his black self!”
It was disgusting raped, brutally raped in her ass by a big black male and his cock splitting her, his weight driving her into the floor. Jackson was going to hump Callie to death. He grunted and groaned, he pulled her hair, he bit her back and neck, Callie was pressed so hard into the floor she thought her bones would crack. Jackson’s cock swelled and pulsed inside her as he prepared to dump his filthy spunk. He came in torrents then his body went limp with Callie still under him. She smelled his foul body, his tepid breath and sweat drenching her flattened body. Callie was dazed, still sprawled on the floor where she had just been savagely sodomized. She had no concept of time, only the aches of her body, vagina and anus. It could have been minutes, hours or days, but she found herself being dragged to the bathroom. “Yous stink like the skanky ho. Big Jaz wants yo cleaned up.” Callie vaguely remember being dumped in the shower and one the thugs cleaning her.
Callie did remember what came next. After she was cleansed, she was led back to the group of thugs in her living room, and was asked to sit naked facing out on Jazeer’s lap. He was naked as well and his oversized horse cock protruded between her thighs where she was required to stroke it with her hands. Jazeer’s large rough hands groped her sore breasts. Suddenly, one of the others inserted a disc into the DVD player which she was directed to watch. To her horror it was a very graphic porn film starring herself. They had taped the part where Callie was raping herself on Jazeer’s cock and telling him how much she loved it. It appeared that not only that she was seducing him, but greatly enjoying herself.
Jazeer whispered in her ear “Any word of tonight and this tape will go flowing around the prisons and guard houses and oh not to forget, what do you think Dee will do to you when she sees this??” Callie’s body and mind could take no more at that point and she fainted into a long and dark oblivion on the floor of her living room amongst the group of horny black thugs. She never knew what they did to her body after that.
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Two months after her brutal rape at the hands of Jazeer and his thugs. One gloomy evening Callie finished her shift and headed home. She climbed the stairs and entered the front door and immediately sensed something was wrong. The door to her flat was left slightly opened. Entering the living room carefully she was shocked to find a large man sitting on her couch smoking a cigar.
"Come in honey", he spoke.
"Who are you and what do you want??” I'm a cop, try anything and I'll bust you", all came spilling from her mouth immediately.
The man just smiled and said, "Relax. I'm not here to harm you. The opposite in fact I'm here to help you. I'll help your career".
"What are you talking about?!" The mention of her career and the fact the guy had his hands up gave Callie some more interest and she stood, arms crossed staring at him demanding he explain.
"There is an envelope on that table there, why don't you look at what is in it?" Against her better judgement she did.
Keeping one eye firmly on the man invading her house Callie ripped open the end of the envelope, some blown up photographs fell out onto the table she stood over. She picked them up and gave a gasp of recognition as she studied them.
The man spoke, this time a little more forcibly, "Yes, that is you. Both fucking and sucking my acquaintances. It's amazing how clear the pictures are nowadays isn't it?"
"W-What do you want?" asked a not so sure Callie.
"Nothing just now, just for you to sit down there and listen real carefully to me." Callie slowly lowered herself onto a chair opposite the man.
"I could go to the porn shops or news with these, and some other evidence I got - I'm sure that wouldn't do your career much good and I'm sure you would have fun in jail, being the enemy of the hardest and dirtiest female gang leader in town. But I don't really like prisons - no offence intended, honey - so you see, you now owe a whole lot of money to my acquaintances to get rid of these footage, I mean a WHOLE lot, and you just run out of time to repay it."
Callie just sat still on the chair barely listening as her mind worked overtime. The big man stood up and handed Callie a card with an address written on it, "You better be there at nine tonight, or else. And I wouldn't wear that uniform otherwise the locals might turn even uglier than they normally are" and with that he let himself out of the door.
The address turned out to be a bar in a really rough area of town. Even with her self defence abilities and training Callie was nervous entering the place. She was nervous about that and what was going to happen. She had worked so hard to get back to her feet and would do anything to prevent people finding out about her recent mishaps. She knew too if the gangs came after her they would find her, so it would be better to get this mess she is in over and done with as soon as possible.
Callie’s mind had whirled with the possibilities of what the criminals would demand of her. Money was possible, but she had little. More likely, she thought they may demand that she do them favours at work or tip them off in their drug deals. Callie thought she wouldn't bow to those demands but she knew she really wasn't in a position to negotiate. Worst still, at the back of her mind, she was hoping that Mariam nor Dee are not involved in any of this.
As she walked past a group of people on the way into the bar, they stared and sneered openly at her, knowing her likes didn't belong there. She had dressed down, wearing just a pair of low cut blue jeans and a white blouse but even that was classy for this joint. The minute she entered every eye seemed to focus on her, little wonder as she was just about the only woman in there.
Summoning all her courage she strode to the bar - where she was ignored completely by the bartender. Five minutes passed and she felt even more out of place and was about to leave when a man approached her and said "You, follow me!" aggressively.
He led her through the bar, through a beaded doorway at the back and motioned her to sit at a table in a shaded booth. She recognised the big man sitting directly across from her, it was Jazeer. He sat smoking a large cigar staring impassively at Callie.
"What do you want now?" she demanded with false bravado.
Jazeer leaned forward, blew stinking smoke in Callie's face and said "Yo shut the fuck up bitch! You speak when you are told to not any other time. Understand?" Callie nodded. "Good. You probably want to know what I want of you in return for keeping silent about our little party at your home??” “Well I'll tell you bitch. And it ain't negotiable. You either do it or everyone in the precinct knows about you little mishap. See I got a lot of business interests bitch, one of them is every Saturday having a little illegal fighting in a certain warehouse. Real fights, real street grudges, no rules and anything goes. I like getting characters everyone knows and getting some real betting action going - you know? Deal is you fight this Saturday night, you win you get the pictures and the disc", there he pause waiting to see if she would question him but Callie had learned and stayed silent, he smiled.
"I believe you've met your opponent before", and with that a smirking Dee slinked in next to the big man.
"Bitch! You look a little warm , let me cool you down", with that Dee poured her beer on Callie's head and laughed. Callie took it and didn't react but burned with shame as Dee reached over and ripped the top three buttons from her blouse leaving her lacy white bra peeking out. Again Callie didn't react. Dee was the last person she wanted to see as a matter of fact and she feared the worst and thought to herself ‘Fat bitch must have seen the video.....’
"So you up for it bitch?", demanded Jazeer. "Yes", Callie answered. She has no other choices really. "Course there's a price if you lose bitch. Can't just let you off so easy. First, you be sure to wear your pretty tiny blue bikini for the fight and be sure to bring a nice hard nightstick because you'll give it to Dee at the start and she can use it during the fight. Second, if you lose I want you by being a ho' for me. OK?"
Callie was going to back out at these stipulations when Dee reach over and slapped her and said " What's the matter slut? Scared?"
Callie jumped up and was about to react when Jazeer stood up between the women. Dee promptly accepted Callie’s presumed challenge. "OK you're on slut, but I'm gonna fucking hurt you. Real bad!", Dee menacingly spoke.
"Good", said Jazeer," You'll be collected on Saturday at 9pm, be ready and wearing that sexy bikini. Now get the fuck out of my bar, I don't like no trash sluts in my place".
Saturday came round too quickly, Callie had been distracted at work all week but had somehow got through, so she sat nervously in her flat waiting to be collected. At nine two of Jazeer's thugs came and collected her, they said nothing but both smirked at her and produced a long, black trench coat which they told Callie to remove all her clothes bar her tiny bikini to put on over. They led her down to a limo with it's windows blacked out. One of the men sat up front with the waiting driver while the other got in the back besides Callie. He thrust a hood at Callie and told her to put it on. Reluctantly she did and then the car took off, leading Callie to her destiny.
They drove for some twenty minutes and Callie was totally disorientated as to where they were when the car pulled up. Still hooded she was hustled out of the car and led down some steps where finally the hood came off to reveal the inside of a huge underground joint, she could hear the noise of a wild crowd nearby and it increased as the men led her along. The two thugs pulled off the coat and hurried her into a completely bare, small, stone room and locked the door behind her.
She was left in the room for over an hour stewing as she waited, all the while an undercard of local grudges were being fought out in the nearby arena. Eventually, Jazeer himself unlocked the door and ushered her out, as they walked he spoke to her, "You ready bitch?" Callie ignored him and just nodded curtly. He led Callie into the arena. It was very basic with just four lines of metal crash barriers forming a large square and almost 100 people surrounding them. When Callie appeared in her tiny blue bikini holding a nightstick which Jazeer asked her to bring along, the place went mental with noise as they whistled, booed, catcalled, swore and some cheered at her. Jazeer pointed for her to go stand in the centre of the fight area and wait. She stood there enduring a torrent of abuse and realised she was in trouble but still felt she could take out the fat woman called Dee and get away. She was quite confident of it.
Then Dee came out to a mass of cheers and shouts, she was dressed to please the mostly male audience in black knee length pointed boots, a black leather mini skirt, a scarlet boob tube and a red leather jacket. As she strode to face Callie she shrugged off the coat and threw it on the arena floor. Dee stood ten feet away from Callie and stared daggers at her. Both women were a world apart in terms of appearance. Callie was skinny although extremely curvy and sexy, but looked way too delicate compared to her fight opponent. Dee on the other hand was a menacing brute, oversized but shorter, with a firm fat and hairy belly sticking out of her skimpy outfit. Its a real contest of beauty versus beast.
Jazeer spoke over a PA system , introducing both fighters and explaining the rules ( or lack of them ), he didn't explain the forfeits though. "Have you brought your stick, bitch?" he shouted. Callie lifted it and showed it to the crowd, who cheered. "Good bitch, now I want you to get down on your hands and knees, put the club in your mouth and crawl over to Dee and present it to her".
Callie shot Jazeer a vicious look but got down and did as she was told, crawling humiliatingly over to her smirking rival and kneeling before her as Dee took the weapon from her mouth. Callie got up and turned to resume her position. As soon as she turned her back Jazeer rang the bell and before she could react Dee had viciously driven the point of the nightstick into Callie's lower back, smashing it into her kidney area.
The blow was like a bullet to Callie's back and her legs buckled and she collapsed face first onto the earth that covered the hard floor of the arena. Dee laughed and jumped onto the prone Callie's back, slamming her knees into the lower lumbar area, further winding Callie. Dee then hooked the nightstick under Callie's chin and grabbed it at both ends and pulled back viciously, pulling the stick hard into Callie's throat and choking her. Callie's mind raced as she felt the burn in her back and Dee’s full weight pressing the oxygen from her lungs. How could this be happening? She was smarter and better trained than her opponent but she was about to lose within seconds of the fight starting. Dee, meanwhile, was stretching every sinew to lever the stick back while the raucous crowd cheered her on.
About the only thing going for Callie was that her arms and hands were free and she used them to hook onto the nightstick and attempt to pull it away from her throat. Instantly the pressure eased slightly but Dee still had position and cranked the stick back with all her strength. It was a test of their strength and slowly Dee was winning with her superior weight and size. Her full weight crushing Callie’s lower back as Callie was pull backwards, her slim body arching back ominously to a breaking point.
Suddenly with a touch of luck Dee’s left grip on the nightstick slipped and instinctively Callie was able to duck her head down and free of the weapon. Dee lost her balance and fell on her big fat ass on the arena floor with a loud thud. The crowd booed as Callie got to her knees then stood up with Dee still on her ass. Callie's back hurt like hell but she managed to straighten up and then driven by desparation flung herself at Dee, crashing into the bigger black woman.
As they both sprawled on the ground the nightstick fell from Dee's grip and as she gained her feet Callie grabbed the nightstick up. But before she could move any further an arm grabbed her from behind and pulled the stick from her hand. "Uh-uh Bitch. Only Dee gets to use that - you know the rules", warned Jazeer as he tossed the weapon back to Dee. Callie turned to argue but realised she was leaving herself exposed to another blind side attack and whirled round in time to see Dee make it back to her feet, the club once again in her hands. "Bitch, I'm gonna mess you up real bad for that!" Dee warned in a deep guttural voice, her entire face a snarl. Callie just stood there, not responding and waiting to defend the next attack. Dee circled her opponent, menacingly slapping the club into the palm of her free hand.
Suddenly she charged and swung at the same time and Callie only just managed to side step the charge and swing out her own left hand in a chop just catching Dee's arm with a glancing blow. Dee grimaced and touched the arm where she had been hit but Callie still kept her distance and backed off a bit. Too much as it happened as without warning she felt a hand tightening in her hair from behind. Callie turned to free herself from the audience member’s grip when Dee struck again this time swinging the nightstick and connecting firmly with Callie’s soft mid-section.
The blow caught Callie hard, her head spun from the pain and her legs gave way but was kept upright by the hand gripping her long wavy hair. Other hands from the crowd reached over the low metal barriers and pawed and swiped at her as Dee stood back and aimed an overhead swing with the nightstick right at Callie's forehead. Seeing the danger coming Callie forced herself away from the barrier to the right just as the club smashed into the top of the barrier with a resounding thud. As the loud noise echoed through the arena it was followed by a hushed silence as everyone registered just how hard Dee had swung the club - if she had connected the fight would surely have been ended.
Then a huge cheer went up as the crowd realised that as Callie had hauled herself physically away from the hands of the crowd her bikini top had been torn loose from a prying hand, as her breasts and tits were revealed. The middle of her stomach was an ugly red from Dee’s hit. Callie ignored it all, she knew she had to block everything out now that she had witnessed the venom in Dee's last swing. She also tried to block the pain from her already bruised lower back and stomach but that wasn't so easy. Dee darted in again prodding the stick like a knife at Callie's weak mid-section but Callie used her quick reflexes to dodge the jabs and grasp Dee's wrist in one fluid move. As quick as a flash Callie exerted pressure on Dee's arm and made her drop her weapon, then spun her around and flipped her onto her back. The fall winded Dee and as she tried to regain her breath Callie straddled her chest and tried to gain control of Dee's arms with her legs and knees.
Callie had the definite advantage in position and used her training to make the most of it and soon had Dee's arms pinned to the floor, her survival instincts taking over as she hooked her hands into her opponents afro and used them to lift Dee's head off the ground and quickly slam the back of it straight back down, hard back into the ground. The knock stunned Dee some but she managed to wiggle her arms free and hook them back into the Callie's hair and pull at it. Callie did likewise and within seconds they were rolling on the ground tearing at each other while the crowd roared on. Dee regained the advantage as her oversized torso winded Callie each time they rolled over each other, and because she had long, sharp nails that scraped across Callie's skin, while Callie for her job kept her nails nice and short.
They rolled back and forth until they came up against one of the barriers and this time Callie felt the crowd reach through and try to kick and stamp on her and as she powered up and away she felt the remainder of her bikini being pulled away into the crowd. She wasn't the only one exposed though as she stood naked and looked over to her opponent. In the scramble Dee's top had rolled down her body and both of her large breasts were fully on show. Dee didn't care and simply pulled the garment over her head and tossed it to one side.
The nightstick lay some way over to Dee's left and when Callie saw her glance that way she knew that Dee would try to reach it. So as Dee ran towards the stick, Callie took the shortest route to cut her off and launched into a dive that tackled Dee around the waist and took her down. Also coming down was her mini skirt as Callie dragged her down by it and seconds later Dee lay on the ground totally nude too.
Callie wasted no time in driving home her advantage and drove a stiff punch right into Dee's fat hairy belly and as Dee struggled from the blow Callie pulled her up by her afro with both hands and launched her back first into the guard rails. Dee winced as she smashed into the barrier and the crowd tried to help her up before Callie could launch another attack. Others tried to get a feel of her big tits. But Callie got there and wasted little time in grabbing a hold of Dee’s afro again and yanked her to her feet, before driving two more hard punches into her solar plexus as Dee coughed and spluttered.
Callie put her opponent’s right arm into a wristlock and twisted, then worked it up into a hammerlock and demanded Dee to submit. Dee didn't but was obviously in considerable pain. Callie was taller than Dee that her head was over her opponent’s so Dee did all she could do and sprung up cannoning the top of her head into Callie's lower jaw. Unluckily for Callie she was in the midst of demanding Dee to submit so this caused her to bite her tongue hard as well. Callie collapsed to the ground, her head ringing from the collision and her tongue hurting like hell. She had made it to her hands and knees when Dee struck. As Callie had fallen and released her hold Dee had sunk to her knees and found herself next to the nightstick. Ignoring her pain Dee had grabbed the weapon and as Callie pulled herself up she swung and smashed it down onto Callie's exposed left shoulder.
Callie fell flat on her belly from the blow and as Dee stood over her, and bayed on by the crowd, she lost control and beat the stick down relentlessly on Callie's unprotected back and shoulders. She must have swung nearly twenty times before she was so tired she had to stop. She was so out of control that not all the blows connected but when she paused, Callie laid there too sore and beaten to move, her back now a real mess of red and purple bruises.
"Yo Dee, why don't you fuck the beaten bitch with the stick?!" Came a call from the crowd. Dee smiled at this suggestion and immediately pounced and spread Callie’s legs apart. She lifted the nightstick over her head as the crowd cheered. Then using her foot she kicked Callie's prone body over and revealed her perfect rack to much hooting and hollering. Dee capitalised on Callie's weakened state and stomped a foot onto Callie’s small abdomen. Callie gave a weak muffled groan and her body twisted awkwardly for a secound before going limp again. She laid there spread eagle and too weak to move. Her body engulfed in severe pain.
Standing and looking down at her beaten opponent Dee noticed something glistening being thrown into the arena next to her feet. She picked it up and found them to be a pair of police issue stiff handcuffs. She turned to the crowd with a wicked grin and asked "Should I use these??" "Sure thing, nothing in the rules we agreed to that you can't!" Jazeer shouted his reply amidst a very loud and excited crowd. So Dee sat on the still dazed Callie’s abdomen, lifted her arms over her head and fitted her wrists into the handcuffs and gleefully snapped them shut. Callie slowly came to her senses as Dee got off her and once again picked up the nightstick.
The combatants eyes met with very different looks in their eyes, one of triumph one of despair, and Dee spoke so Callie could hear "Now you're mine bitch. Time for some real fun!" and she advanced on her near beaten victim. Callie ached all over and when she looked up to see Dee advancing she tried to spring up but found out quickly her arms were immobilized by the handcuffs. She guessed what had happened when she was down and her heart sank. Surely she was doomed now. But Callie wasn't about to give up so easily, her legs were free and she could do damage with them. She thought as she rose up.
Callie aimed a kick at Dee, but the big black woman was ready. With a swing of the nightstick which connected squarely into Callie’s crotch. Callie's offense collapsed and she dropped in a heap on the arena floor. Before she could regain her thoughts again, Dee's sat her big ass onto Callie chest facing her legs, her left hand grabbed Callie's bruised womanhood, holding the pelvis down. Now black fingers probed between Callie thighs into her vagina. Callie cried out and tried to bridge out of it, but Dee's weight on her chest and the hand in her crotch forced her down. Dee leaned forward in order to pound Callie with her free fist. The smacks of her fist into Callie's lower belly were echoed by Callie's grunts.
Dee's hard black fist sank deeper and deeper into Callie's battered lower belly. After a dozen deep blows, Callie pissed herself. At that point, Dee locked in a savage stomach claw onto Callie’s abdomen which her thumb went straight into Callie’s navel. Dee's probing fingers met no resistance from Callie’s shattered stomach muscle shield. When her thumb and fingers were two joints deep into Callie’s navel and crushed abdomen she snapped on a cruel twisting hold. Callie let out a gurgled scream and felt her intestines being grabbed and twisted as she struggled weakly in agony, and eventually begged and cried out for mercy. But Dee kept her cruel stomach claw in place and pushed and twisted even harder and deeper.
Callie was now too devastated and weak to struggle. Dee finally released her wicked belly claw and stood up when she felt there was no further resistance from Callie. Callie was barely conscious as she laid spread eagled. All her remaining energy escaped her body and she lay there helpless and her opponent stood over her and drove the rounded end of the club mercilessly into her sunken abdomen, leaving her gasping for air like a fish out of water.
Dee smiled at her handiwork and sat herself down on Callie's chest and pressed the nightstick down on her throat to choke her again. She leaned down close to Callie's strained face and spoke to her, "Having fun bitch? I sure am. Don’t you think i have not seen the video of you and Jazeer?? And I'll tell you this before we're finished here you will beg to lick my pussy in front of all these people!" Callie squeezed out a reply of "no....", as Dee released the choke hold and with a sinister grin and began to concentrate her next attack on Callie's tits.
Dee set the stick to one side and dug her long, sharp fingernails into Callie's creamy boob flesh. She pulled them, squeezed them, nipped them in all sorts of directions all to the accompaniment of Callie's weak screams. But Callie didn’t submit, not that it would have mattered as Dee had been in plenty of run-ins with the law in her time and was quite content to get revenge on this helpless skinny ex-prison guard below her. As much as she enjoyed dishing out the tits torture , Dee was aware that Jazeer was signalling for her to hurry it along as the thronged crowd was starting to get impatient. So Dee received the mic from Dee and spoke into it.
"Yall like what you seen so far??!" She received a loud cheer in response. "How'd you like to hear this member of the Prison Department, submit to me and beg to get some of my criminal pussy??" Another huge cheer went up and Dee walked over to Callie and dropped the mic at her face. Callie kept her mouth closed and said nothing. Dee rolled her over with her foot then knelt on Callie's lower back hard so Callie ass twitched upwards, picked up the nightstick and shoved it straight into Callie's asshole. As Callie gave forth a lung bursting scream, Dee took a vicious hold of her hair and pulled her head backwards as her other hand worked the club in further into Callie’s small anus.
Callie could take no more and with tears streaming from her eyes she screamed her submission. Dee looked like the cat that got the cream and replied,"OK bitch. But that ain't enough, you heard what I said, you beg in front of all these people to pleasure my pussy or I'll keep this up" and she gave the nightstick a further hard shove. Callie felt the stick pushed deep inside her almost piercing into her guts and gave in totally to the pain she felt.
Callie's spirit was broken, along with other places of her body. Slowly she inched along the floor and with a trickle of claret still oozing from her mouth and the nightstick still deep in her ass. Reaching out, she spoke falteringly into the microphone.
"I....I..submit..."
"And?" demanded Dee, clearly loving this.
"And I w..want to lick...your pussy".
"Damn, only a no good, low down, skank ho' would beg for that. Is that what you are, bitch?"
"Y..yes", Dee and the crowd erupted with laughter and whistles, and to finish off Dee gave the imbedded nightstick one more push as hard as she could, before slowly easing it out of Callie’s now very stretched anus. Once it was out she wiped it in Callie's hair and teasingly ran it around Callie's lips. Dee pulled Callie up until she knelt before her then stood, legs apart and motioned for her to dip her head between them, which Callie reluctantly did.
Dee exaggerated her pleasure as Callie tongued her but she still loved it and got excited, so much so that she lost control of her bladder and pushing Callie's head back she let forth a fast spray of her piss. Callie could only kneel there as it splattered on her face and body and the crowd laughed even harder at her continued humiliation in defeat at the hands of Dee. Dee had never felt so alive, so atuned to every single sensation coursing through her body. She was enjoying beating Callie into a pulp, and did not want the experience to end any time soon. And Callie’s weak and broken body, covered in a golden sheen of her piss was now really hot in Dee’s eyes. The more she worked over Callie, the closer she came to exploding into her orgasm. Dee grabbed Callie by the hair and led her to the side of the arena where Jazeer stood amongst the crowd. “Get me a table yall!” she demanded. And the crowd complied. A wooden table was soon brought to the middle of the arena. While waiting for the table, Dee removed a pair of black leather gloves from the pocket of her jacket on the ground and wore them eagerly.
Holding Callie upright against the table edge by her slender neck in her left hand, Dee cocked her right fist back slowly. She smiled and whispered, "You wanted to play with the xxxxxxx honey? Well this xxxxxxx kills!" Her right fist rammed into Callie's abdomen right into the bellybutton with pinpoint accuracy. Callie’s lower body was pushed back and she folder over, wrapping Dee’s fist in her soft battered abdomen. Dee easily jerked Callie back towards her, positioning her for another brutal blow. Dee's right fist became a slow, methodical battering ram. Callie vomitted blood and stomach juices as Dee’s gloved fist connected into her abdomen repeatedly. Blood sprayed out of the ex-prison guard's nose and mouth from the power of the punches, sprinkling Dee’s face, body, the tabletop in red and trickled down Callie’s own battered body. Dee’s gloved fist began to soak the fluid up, even as the covering began to wear away from the thin leather tightly stretched across her rock-hard knuckles.
To her credit, Callie was still semi-conscious after absorbing a dozen power punches. The fat black female cured that condition by pulling Callie hard towards her on the edge of the table top, so that Callie’s face looked down at Dee’s boots. The uppercut that Dee hit her with was so savage that it probably broke Callie's jaw. Dee smiled as she watched Callie's body slam down onto her back on the table top, bounce upwards once, then come to rest with her arms over her head and legs spread wide apart. Her chest and abdomen covered in her own saliva and blood. There was no doubt whatsoever that her victim was now totally knocked out cold. The superheated fat black woman crawled up on the table and sat astride the rousing Callie’s broken body. Dee did not bother pinning Callie's arms down as she sat on her destroyed victim’s stomach, knee boots against Callie's sides.
Dee waited until Callie was almost conscious. She pulled her gloves tighter over her fists, admiring how both sets of her knuckles were now almost totally visible. Her fists would hurt tomorrow, but for now she didn't care. She wanted them to hurt! She wanted to wear all the leather off her knuckles by punching this weak thin girl into oblivion!
Dee then clenched her right fist tightly, and struck the side of Callie's face backhanded with all the power she could put behind it. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she cooed as she roughly centered Callie's head by pulling her hair. "That's how a real woman punches girl!"
Dee's right hand came across Callie's cheek as a wicked slap. She then warmed up by whipping backhanded and forehanded slaps across Callie's face. Dee finally paused, sitting back on her haunches, squashing the air from Callie's lungs. Rubbing and squeezing her own tits with both hands, Dee's voice was full of lust as she growled, "Enough of the bitch slaps loser." The superheated fat black female released her breasts and clenched her fists tightly.
"I have never wanted to punch someone so much as I want to punch you, bitch!" Dee growled and look to Jazeer with a wicked smile. Jazeer knew that Dee’s jealousy towards Callie would be fully released soon and sighed in despair that he may not get to shove his big black cock up Callie’s sexy tiny ass again.
Dee's right fist exploded on Callie's lips, slamming her head to the side. Her left fist followed suit after a few seconds, smashing Callie's head to the other side. Callie's body stiffened under her rival, her hands opening and closing as each of Dee's punches connected. The fat black woman's nipples were rock hard as her fists slowly and deliciously destroyed her victim pinned beneath her.
The sounds of leather gloved fists beating flesh filled the arena and the crowd went wild. Dee relished in the beating. She took her time. She sent punch after searing punch in to the face and body of the helpless Callie. Tiring of crossing punches, Dee sank her blood soaked left fist deeply into Callie’s hair, holding her head still as she slowly slammed a dozen right fisted punches into Callie's swollen tits.
Dee smiled as she held her fist back, poised to strike again. Her cocked fist exploded into the middle of Callie's face, square on her nose. Dee recocked the fist, and sent it screaming in to the same target. Then she did it again. Dee finally got tired and let go of her victim’s hair as Callie fell back on the table unconcious. The big black women got off the table and overturned it by the side, and Callie’s broken body fell into a heap on the arena floor.
Dee then kicked at one of the table legs with the sole of her leather boot, breaking it from the joint. She picked up the broken table leg and walked over to Callie with the tip of the broken table leg sharp as a spear. Callie did not know what was coming, she vaguely felt Dee grabbed her by her hair and lifted her entire body up, danggling her thin, broken and bloodied body in front of her, Callie’s toes barely touching the ground.
The last conscious thought of Callie was Dee's black and bloodsoaked fist clenching a sharp piece of wood coming at her. Dee's final act of the day was merciless. She drove the sharp end of the broken table leg into Callie’s navel, and impaled it through the middle of Callie’s abdomen in a spray of blood, finishing her off once and for all.
Dee pulled the broken table leg from the killing blow slowly back out of Callie’s abdomen, letting blood and stomach juices spill out, like a small waterfall down Callie’s belly and onto the arena floor. Once the sharp weapon was completely pulled out of the hole in the middle of Callie’s abdomen, Dee dropped her victim. She never heard the thud of the finished Callie hitting the ground. She was screaming as she waved the blood covered table leg to a frenzied crowd and was consumed in a blinding orgasm.
Jazeer quickly ended the fight and ordered his thugs to lift and carry the destroyed Callie back into the dark exit of the arena and disappeared along with them.
