08-04-2008, 02:48 PM
The Fifty-Thousand-Dollar Punching Bag by bill69
I am a freelance writer who does a lot of work for the local newspapers and I cover most of the sports events. I am also an aspiring novelist. A few weeks ago I was hired to do a story about the first all-female-only gym.
The gym was purchased by a female fighter named Zinnia. A six-one amazon who, while not necessarily muscular looking, is as strong as any man. A few friends had told me that she was a sadistic bitch who enjoyed beating and humiliating her opponents in the ring. She was also famous for her fights in what is called basement fighting. It's a form of extreme fighting without any rules, winner take all. Its called basement fighting because that is precisely where the matches are generally held, in a basement. It is in these fights that she is said to be at her worst -- or best, if you will -- beating the other women without mercy or regard for the damage she inflicts. It's no-holds-barred mayhem. And woe be to the girl that draws her number!
I was sitting in her office, talking to her, when there was a loud rap on her door. The lone bodyguard that was with her opened the door and admitted the second bodyguard, who brought in a much smaller woman with her. The captive -- I say "captive" because she was being held by a fistful of her shoulder-length brown hair and her right arm was twisted up behind her back -- was about five feet tall and about one hundred pounds soaking wet. Compared to the muscle-bound bodyguard who was over six feet and probably close to one-fifty, one-sixty -- almost a clone of the other one who answered the door -- this woman was tiny.
The young woman was thrust into the room and held firmly in place while standing in front of Zinnia's massive wooden desk. She was attractive and had the soft glow of youth about her. She seemed to be in her early twenties. Her dark brown eyes were as large as saucers, her thin lips were taut with a grimace of pain, and fear was written all over her pretty face. She stood on her tiptoes and the white-skin tight sweater she wore accented her breasts and taut nipples. I couldn't help remembering the stories I had heard of how Zinnia loved to batter her opponent's breasts. If this girl had somehow crossed Zinnia -- and obviously she had -- I was sure that those perky breasts and the small amount of tummy and navel, showing above her short black leather skirt, was going to take a serious beating or more.
Zinnia told me of how this girl and her boyfriend had bet against Zinnia in a fight, hoping to win big and buy the gym that she now owned. They had lost and when Zinnia went to collect, the boyfriend skipped town and all she got for her fifty grand was this skinny brunette. A skinny brunette who had become the property of Zinnia, a fifty-thousand dollar punching bag for one of female sports' most vicious basement brawling sadists.
Zinnia looked at the young woman with a slow smile appearing, it was like watching the cat who had just caught the canary. The young woman, Robyn, was a midget compared to these three amazons. Hell, I stand six-one and weigh in at two-twenty and I wouldn't want to tangle with any one of these women. Zinnia slowly rose from her desk from and moved around it, stopping in front of her prey.
"So you think you can make twenty-five thousand dollar bets and not pay off when you loose?"
I could hear the fear and foreboding in Robyn's voice, I think she knew that she was about to be given a good beating and then some.
"What I told your thug here was the truth, I didn't have any knowledge of the bets he placed. To start with I don't gamble and secondlyyyyyyy--!"
Zinnia slapped her hard across the face with a loud smack, the girl's head snapped around and her knees buckled. For a moment she hung there, held in place by her hair and twisted arm. The bodyguard looked as if she were holding a Barbie doll. Without any effort she hoisted Robyn up to help her regain her feet.
Smack! Robyn's head snapped back in the other direction, sending bloody saliva flying across the room as again her body slumped from the blow. Again the amazon pulled her upright. Zinnia stuck her index finger into Robyn's exposed navel and gently fingered it.
"So you are going to be a defiant little slut," she said, and then quickly slammed her right fist into the unsuspecting belly.
Smack! OOOOoouuuffff! Robyn grunted as her body jolted from the sharp blow.
Zinnia pulled the girl's sweater up until her bra was exposed. Slowly she rubbed her hand over the soft smooth white skin of the woman's stomach. She was stretched tight by the bodyguard who towered above her, her navel forming a long narrow "O" and a red spot appearing around it where Zinnia's fist had just struck. Then again the right smashed into the soft heaving flesh, pressing deeply into the young woman's organs.
"Uuunnngggg!" Robyn hung there supported by the bodyguard, gasping for breath.
Zinnia reached up and yanked Robyn's white lacy bra up, exposing two small firm round breasts. Taking hold of the nipples with her powerful hands, she slowly pulled them up and squeezed them. The woman's eyes went wide with pain and a low groan escaped her lips but she refused to cry out.
"Good, a tough little bitch, too!"
Letting go of her nipples, she stepped back and shot another power fist into Robyn's taut stomach.
"Oouufff!" she grunted as she again collapsed in the grip of the bodyguard.
Zinnia looked at me and smiled.
"Cute little bitch, hun? Want to see some more of my property?"
I sat there, dumbfounded by what I was watching. Not knowing what to say or do, I said nothing, and did nothing except become turned on by the sight of this tiny gal pounded by this sadist.
Zinnia pulled up Roybn's short leather skirt, revealing matching white lacy panties. Taking the elastic band of her panties, Zinnia pulled them down and let them drop to her feet where they dangled. Robyn hung there with her most intimate parts exposed and available to be battered.
Zinnia -- it was obvious -- was enjoying herself, and just getting started in beating information out of Robyn regarding her boyfriend's whereabouts. Reaching down between Robyn's legs, she grabbed a fistful of the thick auburn hair and pulled, lifting Robyn's pelvis up toward her. Robyn's legs flailed in the air and with one swift movement Zinnia slammed her left fist straight into the large puffy lips of Robyn's sex. Robyn arched her body and grunted a loud moan of pain. She brought her arms up and stretched them out toward Zinnia as if to plead with her to do no more. To which Zinnia answered with another blow to Robyn's crotch. Then the girl passed out and slumped loosely into the strong arms of her captors.
"String this bitch up by her tits, I'll bet she'll talk then."
I watched as they stripped Robyn naked and tied her hands behind her back. Zinnia asked me if I wanted to take her. I just shook my head in disbelief.
"What's wrong, you can't get it up in front of us?" she laughed. "Don't worry, this little slut won't say anything, I own her. She is my personal property until she pays back the fifty g's she owes me."
"Then what is this all about?" I asked.
Zinnia looked at me as if I were stupid. "I want that son of a bitch so I can do the same thing to him, nobody cheats me out of fifty grand and gets away with it."
"So you are gonna kill her because of him?"
"So you believe her story? He skipped out on her and she didn't know anything about the bets?"
"Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked watching them wrapping rope around Robyn's breasts while one of the bodyguards held her up like a rag doll.
"It's not, to tell you the truth, but I'm gonna have me some fun with this stupid little cunt anyhow. Don't worry, we are not going to kill her. She is just getting warmed up.
I am a freelance writer who does a lot of work for the local newspapers and I cover most of the sports events. I am also an aspiring novelist. A few weeks ago I was hired to do a story about the first all-female-only gym.
The gym was purchased by a female fighter named Zinnia. A six-one amazon who, while not necessarily muscular looking, is as strong as any man. A few friends had told me that she was a sadistic bitch who enjoyed beating and humiliating her opponents in the ring. She was also famous for her fights in what is called basement fighting. It's a form of extreme fighting without any rules, winner take all. Its called basement fighting because that is precisely where the matches are generally held, in a basement. It is in these fights that she is said to be at her worst -- or best, if you will -- beating the other women without mercy or regard for the damage she inflicts. It's no-holds-barred mayhem. And woe be to the girl that draws her number!
I was sitting in her office, talking to her, when there was a loud rap on her door. The lone bodyguard that was with her opened the door and admitted the second bodyguard, who brought in a much smaller woman with her. The captive -- I say "captive" because she was being held by a fistful of her shoulder-length brown hair and her right arm was twisted up behind her back -- was about five feet tall and about one hundred pounds soaking wet. Compared to the muscle-bound bodyguard who was over six feet and probably close to one-fifty, one-sixty -- almost a clone of the other one who answered the door -- this woman was tiny.
The young woman was thrust into the room and held firmly in place while standing in front of Zinnia's massive wooden desk. She was attractive and had the soft glow of youth about her. She seemed to be in her early twenties. Her dark brown eyes were as large as saucers, her thin lips were taut with a grimace of pain, and fear was written all over her pretty face. She stood on her tiptoes and the white-skin tight sweater she wore accented her breasts and taut nipples. I couldn't help remembering the stories I had heard of how Zinnia loved to batter her opponent's breasts. If this girl had somehow crossed Zinnia -- and obviously she had -- I was sure that those perky breasts and the small amount of tummy and navel, showing above her short black leather skirt, was going to take a serious beating or more.
Zinnia told me of how this girl and her boyfriend had bet against Zinnia in a fight, hoping to win big and buy the gym that she now owned. They had lost and when Zinnia went to collect, the boyfriend skipped town and all she got for her fifty grand was this skinny brunette. A skinny brunette who had become the property of Zinnia, a fifty-thousand dollar punching bag for one of female sports' most vicious basement brawling sadists.
Zinnia looked at the young woman with a slow smile appearing, it was like watching the cat who had just caught the canary. The young woman, Robyn, was a midget compared to these three amazons. Hell, I stand six-one and weigh in at two-twenty and I wouldn't want to tangle with any one of these women. Zinnia slowly rose from her desk from and moved around it, stopping in front of her prey.
"So you think you can make twenty-five thousand dollar bets and not pay off when you loose?"
I could hear the fear and foreboding in Robyn's voice, I think she knew that she was about to be given a good beating and then some.
"What I told your thug here was the truth, I didn't have any knowledge of the bets he placed. To start with I don't gamble and secondlyyyyyyy--!"
Zinnia slapped her hard across the face with a loud smack, the girl's head snapped around and her knees buckled. For a moment she hung there, held in place by her hair and twisted arm. The bodyguard looked as if she were holding a Barbie doll. Without any effort she hoisted Robyn up to help her regain her feet.
Smack! Robyn's head snapped back in the other direction, sending bloody saliva flying across the room as again her body slumped from the blow. Again the amazon pulled her upright. Zinnia stuck her index finger into Robyn's exposed navel and gently fingered it.
"So you are going to be a defiant little slut," she said, and then quickly slammed her right fist into the unsuspecting belly.
Smack! OOOOoouuuffff! Robyn grunted as her body jolted from the sharp blow.
Zinnia pulled the girl's sweater up until her bra was exposed. Slowly she rubbed her hand over the soft smooth white skin of the woman's stomach. She was stretched tight by the bodyguard who towered above her, her navel forming a long narrow "O" and a red spot appearing around it where Zinnia's fist had just struck. Then again the right smashed into the soft heaving flesh, pressing deeply into the young woman's organs.
"Uuunnngggg!" Robyn hung there supported by the bodyguard, gasping for breath.
Zinnia reached up and yanked Robyn's white lacy bra up, exposing two small firm round breasts. Taking hold of the nipples with her powerful hands, she slowly pulled them up and squeezed them. The woman's eyes went wide with pain and a low groan escaped her lips but she refused to cry out.
"Good, a tough little bitch, too!"
Letting go of her nipples, she stepped back and shot another power fist into Robyn's taut stomach.
"Oouufff!" she grunted as she again collapsed in the grip of the bodyguard.
Zinnia looked at me and smiled.
"Cute little bitch, hun? Want to see some more of my property?"
I sat there, dumbfounded by what I was watching. Not knowing what to say or do, I said nothing, and did nothing except become turned on by the sight of this tiny gal pounded by this sadist.
Zinnia pulled up Roybn's short leather skirt, revealing matching white lacy panties. Taking the elastic band of her panties, Zinnia pulled them down and let them drop to her feet where they dangled. Robyn hung there with her most intimate parts exposed and available to be battered.
Zinnia -- it was obvious -- was enjoying herself, and just getting started in beating information out of Robyn regarding her boyfriend's whereabouts. Reaching down between Robyn's legs, she grabbed a fistful of the thick auburn hair and pulled, lifting Robyn's pelvis up toward her. Robyn's legs flailed in the air and with one swift movement Zinnia slammed her left fist straight into the large puffy lips of Robyn's sex. Robyn arched her body and grunted a loud moan of pain. She brought her arms up and stretched them out toward Zinnia as if to plead with her to do no more. To which Zinnia answered with another blow to Robyn's crotch. Then the girl passed out and slumped loosely into the strong arms of her captors.
"String this bitch up by her tits, I'll bet she'll talk then."
I watched as they stripped Robyn naked and tied her hands behind her back. Zinnia asked me if I wanted to take her. I just shook my head in disbelief.
"What's wrong, you can't get it up in front of us?" she laughed. "Don't worry, this little slut won't say anything, I own her. She is my personal property until she pays back the fifty g's she owes me."
"Then what is this all about?" I asked.
Zinnia looked at me as if I were stupid. "I want that son of a bitch so I can do the same thing to him, nobody cheats me out of fifty grand and gets away with it."
"So you are gonna kill her because of him?"
"So you believe her story? He skipped out on her and she didn't know anything about the bets?"
"Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked watching them wrapping rope around Robyn's breasts while one of the bodyguards held her up like a rag doll.
"It's not, to tell you the truth, but I'm gonna have me some fun with this stupid little cunt anyhow. Don't worry, we are not going to kill her. She is just getting warmed up.