08-04-2008, 02:49 PM
The Perils of Robin (part 1) Written by Bill69
I am a freelance writer who does a lot of work for the local newspapers. My beat is the sports scene. I am also an aspiring novelist. A few weeks ago I was hired to do a story about the first female-only gym. It was purchased by a weight lifter and aspiring fighter named Zinnia. A six-one amazon who is not only muscular looking, but is also as strong as any man I know. 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 takes all. It’s 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 bared mayhem. And woe be to the girl that challenges her, the reigning queen of the bloody sport.
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 another muscle bound babe whom I also assumed to be a bodyguard She was a clone of the woman already in the room. They were both over six feet tall and probably close to one fifty, one sixty. As she entered the room, she pushed in another woman in front of her. The woman was held in place by her hair with one arm are twisted up behind her back which kept her firmly in place when they stopped in front of Zinnia’s massive wooden desk.
She was attractive and had the soft glow of youth about her. She looked 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.
Standing on her tiptoes her white-skin tight sweater 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 just above her short black leather skirt, was going to take a serious beating or more. Zinnia had told me of how she and her boyfriend bet against her in a fight, hoping to win big and buy the gym that she now owned. They had lost and when she went to collect, the boyfriend skipped town and all she got for her hundred grand was this skinny brunette. A skinny brunette who had now become the property of Zinnia, a 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 that had just caught a 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 that he had 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 the young woman 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, BEEOOOOoouuuffff, 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 taught 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 hammer like right fist of Zinnia smashed into the soft heaving flesh; pressing deeply into the young woman’s organs, Uunnnggggooofff.
Again she hung there supported by the bodyguard, gasping for breath. Zinnia reached up and yanked her white lacey bra up exposing two small firm round breasts. Taking a 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 taught belly. Oouuffff, 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 being pounded by this sadist.
Zinnia pulled up Robyn’s short leather skirt, revealing matching white lacey 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 while being battered by Zinnia. It was obvious Zinnia was enjoying herself and just getting started in beating the information out of Robyn regarding her boyfriends’ whereabouts.
Reaching down between Robyn’s legs, Zinnia grabbed a fistful of the thick auburn pubic 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 as she grunted a loud moan of pain.
She brought her arms up and stretched them out toward Zinnia trying breathlessly to plead with her to do no more. To which Zinnia answered with another blow to Robyn’s crotch. The girl’s eyes shot wide with pain then she passed out slumping loosely into the strong arms of her captors.
“String this bitch up by her tits, I’ll bet she will talk then.”
I watched as they stripped her naked tying her hands behind her back. Zinnia even 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 all the money 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 100 grand and is gonna get away with it.”
“So you are gonna kill her because of him?”
“So you believe her story? He skipped out on her and she did not know anything about the bets?
‘Why is that so hard to believe?” I asked watching them wrapping rope around the 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. I am just giving her a sample of what she is gonna get earning the money she owes me. She knew what she was in for when she agreed to work off the money she owes me.”
“Or what” I asked, watching as they now hung her from the ceiling by her breasts. She hung there limply with her hands tied behind her back. I remembered seeing some bondage material at one of my friend’s it showed the same thing. Only now I was watching it live.
The girls nude body glistened with sweat as she slowly twisted in the air. Then she became conscious with a loud moan she became aware of her predicament. I saw her bite down on her lip to keep from screaming.
“Well you stupid slut, are you gonna tell me where he is?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned, pain laced in every word she grunted
“Wrong answer,” Zinnia said as she slammed her fist into Robyn’s tormented tummy. Ooouuffffff, she grunted as the impact made her body sway back and forth.
“This ought to increase your cup size some, slut,” Zinnia smirked as she slammed another fist into the soft flesh that poked out around the navel as Robyn hung suspended by her breasts, Uuunngggfff.
“Shall we try it again?” Zinnia asked again once Robyn had had a chance to catch her breath.
“Please,” she moaned, “I told you the truth, I don’t know”
“Liar,” Zinnia answered as she shot a fist into Robyn’s crotch.
“Uuunnnggg god, please,” she moaned and Zinnia’s reward was another fist between her legs that caused the girl to faint again.
“Get the bitch down and take her home. Tell her I want her back here tomorrow when she gets off work. That if I have to come looking for her, she will be one sorry slut.”
I hung on the wall waiting for whatever was to come next. I knew that it was going to cost the woman who wanted to hit me five hundred dollars. Little did she know that I had become so turned on by being belly punched in the last few weeks that I was almost willing to do it for nothing. If the puncher knew what they were doing, I could reach a rip-roaring climax. I was tied to the wall with my hands pulled high above my head until I stood on my tiptoes. I saw myself in the mirror across the room, and I was so turned on by my own image that I knew with little effort I was going to go off like a rocket with the first good punches.
My belly was stretched tight and my ribs showed. I never knew that my mount was so prominent when I was stretched out like this and hanging from a wall. My bellybutton was drawn in a little and there were little soft round mounds of stomach fat puffed up around it. My breasts were spread out against my chest and I noticed how prominent my nipples were. They stuck out like two small beacons waiting to direct the blows to them. I even noticed for the first time how long and thin I was for a small woman. I smiled at myself and tried to rub my legs together in anticipation of the punches that were coming. I had been doing this three times a week for various sums of money that went toward my debt.
Suddenly the door opened and what appeared to be a well-dressed woman walked in. She was a beautiful blond, tall and thin. But that thought only hung around for a moment.
Removing her raincoat, she stood in front of me nude except for a pair of lace nylons and stiletto heels. Throwing the coat across a chair by the door, she walked over to me and rubbed her hand up and down my stomach.
“Nice, very nice”.
She pulled my bottoms off, ran her fingers through my pubic hair and slid her finger between the lips of my sex. With her left hand probing me, she slammed her fist into my stomach, Oooouuufffff, god. Then again as her probing fingers entered me, Ooouuufff.
Removing her finger she stood directly in front of me and started throwing punches into my belly, lefts and rights, Oouufff unnfff oooffff uuunngg oouuffffff, each blow landing right on my bellybutton.
Then it was my breasts turn, starting with my left then right, then back to the left one. I heard the sound of her hands as they contacted the skin of my breasts then I heard myself grunting with the blows. My boobs were already sore from the last pounding they got a few days ago.
Then back to my belly, slamming her fist into my stomach just below my navel this time.
Oouuuffff, god it was coming, Oooffff she smiled and she knew it too, oooffffff ufffff, unnnggg. “Not yet you pathetic slut?”
“Shit,” UUUnnggg. “Please! God! Please! I finally managed to get out.
Then she did it, right straight on my sweet spot and it happened, UUUnnnggggg jeesuusseeee, yessssss.
I hung with my feet tied up in the ropes, I didn’t know how much more beating I could take. I had never been nude in public before and now here I was, hanging upside down in a ring, in front of a live audience, being punched silly, waiting to be fed to the lions. I felt Zinnia’s fingers jam into me while she continued to punch me in the stomach and massage my clit. Only a few minutes before she was trying to pound it into mush with her knee. I heard her shouting to the audience, “Do you want this cunt when I am done with her?” I heard a loud roar go up.
My body started to react again to her probing fingers. She knew I couldn’t help myself, she withdrew her fingers and slammed her fist into my crotch once more, I was on the edge and couldn’t help my self and to be honest I did not want to.
Sticking her fingers back into me and massaging my clit, she again began slamming her fist into my defenseless and battered belly. As soon as she did I came with a mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm.
I heard her laugh as she withdrew her fingers, not wanting me to enjoy my climax any more that she could allow.
I fell into the ring in a sweaty beaten mass of female flesh. In the last days, I had found myself enjoying being beaten tortured and passed around for abuse, used like a bunch of drunks sharing a bottle of beer. The worst it got, the more I seemed to enjoy it. I kept asking myself why. I lay still as I saw her bare crotch descend on my face. I couldn’t move as my body gave itself over to another climax. Suddenly, her sex was smothering me and I could not do anything but do as she wanted. I licked for a few moments as she sat astride me pulling my nipples and pubic hair.
Just as I thought I was going to pass out, she stood up with one foot on my battered breasts, grabbed me by the ankle and pulled my legs open for the crowd to yell their approval.
“You sure you want this worthless cunt?”
Another roar went up from the audience. She let go of my ankle, then grabbing me by the hair, yanked me to my feet. My scalp was already on fire from being tossed around the ring by my hair, but I knew that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it even if I wanted to.
Looking at the crowd I knew what was about to happen me. Zinnia had become tired of beating me, now she was going to feed me to the lions. I felt myself propelled across the ring, tossed through the ropes landing on my hip. Thank God for the mats outside of the ring. I lay on the mat unable to move waiting for what I knew was to come next. My legs were pulled opened and in an instant, someone jammed himself inside me. I tried to lift my head to look but I was slapped across the face for my effort. A woman’s bare crotch was thrust in my face as her hands grabbed my hair. I heard her say
“Lick, bitch, or I’ll rip the nipples off your tits.”
I let them do whatever they wanted because I knew that the next day Wanda was going to hang me up by my tits and beat me. I didn’t know why and to tell the truth I don’t care, I just want it to happen soon. For some reason I feel I deserved it, mostly I know I don’t want to live without it.
I am a freelance writer who does a lot of work for the local newspapers. My beat is the sports scene. I am also an aspiring novelist. A few weeks ago I was hired to do a story about the first female-only gym. It was purchased by a weight lifter and aspiring fighter named Zinnia. A six-one amazon who is not only muscular looking, but is also as strong as any man I know. 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 takes all. It’s 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 bared mayhem. And woe be to the girl that challenges her, the reigning queen of the bloody sport.
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 another muscle bound babe whom I also assumed to be a bodyguard She was a clone of the woman already in the room. They were both over six feet tall and probably close to one fifty, one sixty. As she entered the room, she pushed in another woman in front of her. The woman was held in place by her hair with one arm are twisted up behind her back which kept her firmly in place when they stopped in front of Zinnia’s massive wooden desk.
She was attractive and had the soft glow of youth about her. She looked 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.
Standing on her tiptoes her white-skin tight sweater 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 just above her short black leather skirt, was going to take a serious beating or more. Zinnia had told me of how she and her boyfriend bet against her in a fight, hoping to win big and buy the gym that she now owned. They had lost and when she went to collect, the boyfriend skipped town and all she got for her hundred grand was this skinny brunette. A skinny brunette who had now become the property of Zinnia, a 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 that had just caught a 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 that he had 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 the young woman 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, BEEOOOOoouuuffff, 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 taught 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 hammer like right fist of Zinnia smashed into the soft heaving flesh; pressing deeply into the young woman’s organs, Uunnnggggooofff.
Again she hung there supported by the bodyguard, gasping for breath. Zinnia reached up and yanked her white lacey bra up exposing two small firm round breasts. Taking a 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 taught belly. Oouuffff, 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 being pounded by this sadist.
Zinnia pulled up Robyn’s short leather skirt, revealing matching white lacey 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 while being battered by Zinnia. It was obvious Zinnia was enjoying herself and just getting started in beating the information out of Robyn regarding her boyfriends’ whereabouts.
Reaching down between Robyn’s legs, Zinnia grabbed a fistful of the thick auburn pubic 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 as she grunted a loud moan of pain.
She brought her arms up and stretched them out toward Zinnia trying breathlessly to plead with her to do no more. To which Zinnia answered with another blow to Robyn’s crotch. The girl’s eyes shot wide with pain then she passed out slumping loosely into the strong arms of her captors.
“String this bitch up by her tits, I’ll bet she will talk then.”
I watched as they stripped her naked tying her hands behind her back. Zinnia even 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 all the money 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 100 grand and is gonna get away with it.”
“So you are gonna kill her because of him?”
“So you believe her story? He skipped out on her and she did not know anything about the bets?
‘Why is that so hard to believe?” I asked watching them wrapping rope around the 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. I am just giving her a sample of what she is gonna get earning the money she owes me. She knew what she was in for when she agreed to work off the money she owes me.”
“Or what” I asked, watching as they now hung her from the ceiling by her breasts. She hung there limply with her hands tied behind her back. I remembered seeing some bondage material at one of my friend’s it showed the same thing. Only now I was watching it live.
The girls nude body glistened with sweat as she slowly twisted in the air. Then she became conscious with a loud moan she became aware of her predicament. I saw her bite down on her lip to keep from screaming.
“Well you stupid slut, are you gonna tell me where he is?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned, pain laced in every word she grunted
“Wrong answer,” Zinnia said as she slammed her fist into Robyn’s tormented tummy. Ooouuffffff, she grunted as the impact made her body sway back and forth.
“This ought to increase your cup size some, slut,” Zinnia smirked as she slammed another fist into the soft flesh that poked out around the navel as Robyn hung suspended by her breasts, Uuunngggfff.
“Shall we try it again?” Zinnia asked again once Robyn had had a chance to catch her breath.
“Please,” she moaned, “I told you the truth, I don’t know”
“Liar,” Zinnia answered as she shot a fist into Robyn’s crotch.
“Uuunnnggg god, please,” she moaned and Zinnia’s reward was another fist between her legs that caused the girl to faint again.
“Get the bitch down and take her home. Tell her I want her back here tomorrow when she gets off work. That if I have to come looking for her, she will be one sorry slut.”
I hung on the wall waiting for whatever was to come next. I knew that it was going to cost the woman who wanted to hit me five hundred dollars. Little did she know that I had become so turned on by being belly punched in the last few weeks that I was almost willing to do it for nothing. If the puncher knew what they were doing, I could reach a rip-roaring climax. I was tied to the wall with my hands pulled high above my head until I stood on my tiptoes. I saw myself in the mirror across the room, and I was so turned on by my own image that I knew with little effort I was going to go off like a rocket with the first good punches.
My belly was stretched tight and my ribs showed. I never knew that my mount was so prominent when I was stretched out like this and hanging from a wall. My bellybutton was drawn in a little and there were little soft round mounds of stomach fat puffed up around it. My breasts were spread out against my chest and I noticed how prominent my nipples were. They stuck out like two small beacons waiting to direct the blows to them. I even noticed for the first time how long and thin I was for a small woman. I smiled at myself and tried to rub my legs together in anticipation of the punches that were coming. I had been doing this three times a week for various sums of money that went toward my debt.
Suddenly the door opened and what appeared to be a well-dressed woman walked in. She was a beautiful blond, tall and thin. But that thought only hung around for a moment.
Removing her raincoat, she stood in front of me nude except for a pair of lace nylons and stiletto heels. Throwing the coat across a chair by the door, she walked over to me and rubbed her hand up and down my stomach.
“Nice, very nice”.
She pulled my bottoms off, ran her fingers through my pubic hair and slid her finger between the lips of my sex. With her left hand probing me, she slammed her fist into my stomach, Oooouuufffff, god. Then again as her probing fingers entered me, Ooouuufff.
Removing her finger she stood directly in front of me and started throwing punches into my belly, lefts and rights, Oouufff unnfff oooffff uuunngg oouuffffff, each blow landing right on my bellybutton.
Then it was my breasts turn, starting with my left then right, then back to the left one. I heard the sound of her hands as they contacted the skin of my breasts then I heard myself grunting with the blows. My boobs were already sore from the last pounding they got a few days ago.
Then back to my belly, slamming her fist into my stomach just below my navel this time.
Oouuuffff, god it was coming, Oooffff she smiled and she knew it too, oooffffff ufffff, unnnggg. “Not yet you pathetic slut?”
“Shit,” UUUnnggg. “Please! God! Please! I finally managed to get out.
Then she did it, right straight on my sweet spot and it happened, UUUnnnggggg jeesuusseeee, yessssss.
I hung with my feet tied up in the ropes, I didn’t know how much more beating I could take. I had never been nude in public before and now here I was, hanging upside down in a ring, in front of a live audience, being punched silly, waiting to be fed to the lions. I felt Zinnia’s fingers jam into me while she continued to punch me in the stomach and massage my clit. Only a few minutes before she was trying to pound it into mush with her knee. I heard her shouting to the audience, “Do you want this cunt when I am done with her?” I heard a loud roar go up.
My body started to react again to her probing fingers. She knew I couldn’t help myself, she withdrew her fingers and slammed her fist into my crotch once more, I was on the edge and couldn’t help my self and to be honest I did not want to.
Sticking her fingers back into me and massaging my clit, she again began slamming her fist into my defenseless and battered belly. As soon as she did I came with a mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm.
I heard her laugh as she withdrew her fingers, not wanting me to enjoy my climax any more that she could allow.
I fell into the ring in a sweaty beaten mass of female flesh. In the last days, I had found myself enjoying being beaten tortured and passed around for abuse, used like a bunch of drunks sharing a bottle of beer. The worst it got, the more I seemed to enjoy it. I kept asking myself why. I lay still as I saw her bare crotch descend on my face. I couldn’t move as my body gave itself over to another climax. Suddenly, her sex was smothering me and I could not do anything but do as she wanted. I licked for a few moments as she sat astride me pulling my nipples and pubic hair.
Just as I thought I was going to pass out, she stood up with one foot on my battered breasts, grabbed me by the ankle and pulled my legs open for the crowd to yell their approval.
“You sure you want this worthless cunt?”
Another roar went up from the audience. She let go of my ankle, then grabbing me by the hair, yanked me to my feet. My scalp was already on fire from being tossed around the ring by my hair, but I knew that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it even if I wanted to.
Looking at the crowd I knew what was about to happen me. Zinnia had become tired of beating me, now she was going to feed me to the lions. I felt myself propelled across the ring, tossed through the ropes landing on my hip. Thank God for the mats outside of the ring. I lay on the mat unable to move waiting for what I knew was to come next. My legs were pulled opened and in an instant, someone jammed himself inside me. I tried to lift my head to look but I was slapped across the face for my effort. A woman’s bare crotch was thrust in my face as her hands grabbed my hair. I heard her say
“Lick, bitch, or I’ll rip the nipples off your tits.”
I let them do whatever they wanted because I knew that the next day Wanda was going to hang me up by my tits and beat me. I didn’t know why and to tell the truth I don’t care, I just want it to happen soon. For some reason I feel I deserved it, mostly I know I don’t want to live without it.