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A month or so had passed post the climactic tag match in Valerie’s ring and a certain calming in domestic life had been established. Jackie fresh from her victory wanted to move on and start over but was still wanting the intensity of combat and regularly worked out with the Dark Destroyer. The tall negress was an awesome sight in the ring her daunting 38C 28 36 figure stacked gloriously into her almost 6 foot frame dwarfing my wife but their contests were friendly training rumbles, thankfully.

A curious series of phone calls had punctuated that month the answer phone held no clue and 1471 revealed no numbers. Valerie however seemed to know what this was about and returned a call one day, “Dammit engaged again” she snapped before punching five on the keypad to call back while Jackie was away. She did not say much as she held the phone gentle tapping her fingers on the phone table, suddenly blurting out, “Okay Bitch, however you want it just the two of us. Friday at 6, yeah right you’ll be sleeping it off bimbo!” Before she slammed the phone down and stormed off to the garage gym. Surprised at the outburst I followed her.

In the gym she was busy beating seven bells out of the punch bag with her bare fists. “Hey, are you okay?” “Oh yes I’m fine. You’re coming with me on Friday to deal with an irritation. Your slapper’s sister thinks I jumped her and she’s going to kick my arse, and send me to dreamland by squatting on my face.” “Why I am I going?” “You are supposed to witness this thrashing to carry my beaten arse away. She will only have her boyfriend there, she has not told your old bitch and I won’t tell Jackie and believe me neither will you. Jackie is out on Friday so she won’t know until after I’ve trounced that tart again.”

So the scene was set, Friday came and Jackie left for her evening at work and we followed not long after to drive to a large rural house thirty miles away. Valerie said little on the journey but was obviously up for a scrap. We arrived and crossed the drive and knocked at the door of the large house. A stocky well-built bloke opened the door, “So you came then, Carol’s going to rip your tits off.” A traditional welcome then!, as we entered the hall way and he led us through to a large cleared room at the back of the house. He directed Valerie through to another room to prepare for battle before introducing himself as Mark, Carol’s partner, a builder and part time boxer. “Carol, wants her so badly after the whipping she gave her and helping your missus to thrash her sister. She knows Mich would never let this happen though so this is just them and we pick the pieces up. No rules and no interference we let them scrap then you take the black slag home.” “Now hang on...” I started. “Shut up, say nothing or you’ll wake up with the slag in the street.” He threatened, conversation was a real high point with him. A confrontation was brewing until the ladies, our champions for the evening emerged from doors at opposite ends of the room. Valerie, tall threatening wearing nothing but a striking gold coloured thong and matching calf length wrestling boots strode defiantly into the room.

Her opponent was Carol Lawrie, 36 with a statuesque 34C 24 36 figure standing around 5’10” with a thick mop of dark brown hair down to her shoulders. She wandered over, “I wondered if you’d come with her, it will be useful for you to see me take her apart so you can tell your bitch wife I’ll be after her next.” “You won’t survive to make that challenge” A velvety voice purred as Valerie broke the moment. Carol turned to face her nemesis, “Oh don’t worry I’ve not forgotten about you, you’ll be telling her to run away after I’ve finished with you.” “Stop prattling you bimbo get over here and put your body where your mouth is.” Challenged Valerie.

Carol turned dropping her robe to reveal her body clad in a lacy black thong and her usual black thigh length boots as she strode towards the tall negress. Valerie turned to face her and obviously expected some indication to start the fight and was completely taken aback as was I as Carol suddenly launched a punch straight into her face. Valerie’s face first showed shock and surprise swiftly followed by pain as she rocked back under the blow. Carol did not wait on ceremony and followed up with another vicious club to the head snapping Valerie back another pace. The white woman was really fired up and drove the woman who had thrashed her previously back across the room with a clubbing series of punches to the head. Val was in big trouble as the blows rained into her face. The last punch split her nose and blood sprayed out across her cheek and on to the wall that she had backed into. She eventually got her hands up to block the blows flying viciously from Carol who simply adjusted her stance having cornered her prey and drove four clubbing blows low into the black woman. The air rushed from the battered woman who pitched forward and collapsed to her hands and knees on the floor. “That’s for the last time bitch.” Carol spat out reaching down to grab a handful of hair and hauling the woman to her feet.

Valerie looked quite groggy, blood smeared down her right cheek and she was gasping for breath. This only seemed to spur Carol on who reached between the black woman’s legs and lifted her in a crotch hold. She then slammed her to the carpet, Valerie landed flat on her back and lay spread-eagled arms and legs flung out as Carol strutted dominantly around the fallen woman. “Not so good alone are you bitch, get up so I can finish knocking the crap out of you.” She stomped on the belly of the woman below her, “Come on get up, you cant be done in yet. I still owe you.” Valerie involuntarily sat up under the assault and at last tried to get into the fight flailing weak slaps at the legs of her tormentor. “Pathetic” taunted Mark “Come on Carol put her away, how did she beat you before?, beat the shit out of her.” Carol responded by again grabbing hair and pulling her foe up to her feet. Another belly busting punch folded Valerie up allowing Carol to put on a side head lock and hold the woman for more punishment. A couple of knee lifts into the unprotected stomach of the black woman seemed to finish Valerie off. Carol started to strut around the room dragging the helpless woman with her in the headlock and by the hair. She paraded the helpless woman before us stopping in front of her man before switching arms for her headlock offering a fine rear view to her partner before punishing Valerie again with a knee lift.

“Right Bitch, now for some fun.” She hissed. Using her left hand she grabbed the T of Valerie’s thong and tugging it hard into the love lips of her captive. Valerie moaned as her sensitive sex was brutalised as the material cut into her honey pot. Carol continued to torture the helpless woman grinding the headlock while tugging the knickers brutally into the crotch of the black woman. “Go on babe cut her in half.” Chimed her man. Carol looked over her shoulder at the source of encouragement flashing a big smile. “Oh she’s mine, you were right punch ‘em in the face then take them to bits, she’s easy.” Valerie did not seem able to say anything as her sex was assaulted. Her left hand held Carol’s knee to stop the stomach torture while she used her right hand to try to ease her knickers out of her love life. Carol noticed the black woman’s efforts to ease her suffering and offered to help! “Oh dear don’t they fit anymore?” She teased letting the headlock go to suddenly grip the front of the gold thong and rip the pants off the stunned woman. Valerie straightened up in surprise, her hands moving towards her ravaged crotch to ease the suffering in her lower belly. Before they reached the target Carol’s black booted foot arrived with a thud in the groin of the suffering woman. Valerie doubled up her face dropping neatly into the rapidly rising knee of the white woman. The blow connected viciously throwing the negress backwards across the room to sail sublimely through the air to land on her back spread-eagled on the floor. Carol turned and strode arrogantly to her man. “A present darling.” She cooed tossing the tattered gold pants to him before embracing him and wrestling a little more as their tongues tangled. I went over to Valerie and bent down towards her. “Hey are you okay?” “Oh yes, the bimbo forgets I know how to beat her.” She snapped more defiantly than I thought possible and slowly climbed to her feet. She suddenly grabbed me by the neck and kissed me, I stepped back in surprise. “That’s for supporting me, now lets sort the slut out. Oh dearie forgotten about me?” She called. Carol turned away from the intimate moment she was sharing, a momentary look of surprise crossed her face as she again faced the negress. “Oh were only just warmed up dearie, no more surprise starts to help you now bitch.” Valerie threatened. “Oh I don’t need surprises to take you out. How is you nose?” Carol responded vehemently. “Yeah get into her Carol, you’ve taken her knicks and busted her nose, put her away.” Pitched in the builder. “You’ve seen her best and taken it, now do her Val.” I added my support, drawing a glare from both him and her and a thin determined smile from my girl. They clashed, hands locked and their bodies strained. Arms spread wide as they struggled their breasts touched as the battle intensified leaning into each other knees bent they strained. Suddenly Valerie caused surprise by launching her forehead into Carol’s face a stunning headbutt. Carol’s head flew back and would have gone down but for Valerie holding her hands instead she slipped to her knees before the black woman. “Not so smart now are we bitch.” Threatened the tall powerful black woman who let the white girls' hands fall and grabbed a thick handful of hair instead. Valerie pulled Carol’s head back and wiped her naked crotch across the helpless woman’s face. “Get used to the taste bitch because I’m going to make you eat me out.” She threatened. Carol was beside herself with rage and tried to bite the exposed crotch before her, but Val was too quick and stepping back slammed Carol to the floor by her hair. Carol rolled on to her back and tried to rise but before getting too far Val had leapt into the air and landed on her with a full body splash.

Carol was winded and easy prey to a straddle rolled into a crushing body scissors as Val’s powerful legs wrapped around her middle. The black woman squeezed the trapped belly mercilessly and added to Carol’s discomfort by tugging at her hair and slapping her breasts. “Fight her Carol, like I showed you.” Pleaded Mark as the ascendancy moved from his woman. Carol responding to his call started jabbing her elbow into Valerie’s belly and breasts but the scissors hold was maintained. “Having coaching from handsome are we?” Quizzed Valerie as she continued to torture the woman. “Fuck Off.” The suddenly violent retort from Carol heralding an almighty heave from her stressed body that caught Valerie out and the scissors was lost. Rolling swiftly Carol turned and drove her fist into Val’s sex, the blow thudding viciously into her suddenly wide open crotch. Val screamed as her love nest was hammered and tried to cover up as Carol lunged towards her. “That’s it Babe.” He supported. “Get on top of the slag finish her off.” Carol tried to follow his call but the momentum of her dive and Valerie’s roll meant they ended up rolling around together on the floor. Each grabbed the other's hair and used knees and feet to strike at her enemy and a free hand to slap at face and breasts of her opponent. They stopped rolling and fell apart both moving quickly to their feet to endeavour to get on top again. Their bodies clashed and punches were exchanged, each blow being deflected by arms or avoided as each ducked and weaved.

Valerie suddenly feigned a head shot and as Carol moved her hands up to defend her face altered her tactic and raised her knee sharply into the white woman’s belly. “Ooofff.” The air exploded from between Carol’s lips as she involuntarily doubled up becoming vulnerable to Valerie’s follow up. A knee that arrived in her chest straightening her up as her breasts were flattened against her rib cage. The powerful black woman stormed into the momentarily winded white woman with combinations of punches, knees and slaps driving Carol back to the wall. A final combination of three slugging punches low into Carol’s belly, left right left, doubled her up and completely gutted her. She collapsed almost in slow motion to her knees and on forwards to lie on her front gasping for breath.

“Can’t have you lying down on the job.” Intoned the dominant negress reaching down to drag her unwilling opponent up by the hair. Carol’s head was dragged up by the merciless tug as Valerie virtually dragged the gutted woman up right, all Carol’s weight appeared to hang from her scalp. She was desperately tried to pry Valerie’s fingers from her hair with her left hand as she feeble slapped at the black woman’s arms with her right. Valerie ignored these attempts and using her right fist buried another punch low into the knicker line of her foe. Adding to the lower belly discomfort by raising her knee into the defenceless groin on offer two or three times. Carol’s knees collapsed and she slid to her knees still held up by Valerie’s left hand wrapped in her hair. A full swinging slap cracked hard into Carol’s left cheek and she sprawled full length as Valerie eventually let her fall to the ground. Grabbing both ankles Valerie then dragged Carol back to the middle of the room positioning her so she could look over the spread-eagled form below her at the men watching in avid silence.

“Now then builder boy ready to repair some foundations?” She teased Mark as she drove her heel into Carol’s cunt smashing the helpless woman’s sex with three maybe four blows. She dropped Carol’s legs to the floor and reaching down pulled Carol’s hands away from her stricken lower belly. She continued her assault by ripping and tugging at the hairy thatch now barely covered by the black lacy thong. Valerie ripped the lingerie from her opponent leaving both now naked bar their boots and strode towards me. “A present darling.” She purred passing the tattered pants to me a gentle peck on the cheek. “Pity, I like Jackie so much or we would be celebrating so much more!” She added.

“It's not over yet bitch” Snarled a voice from behind us. Valerie and I turned to see Carol standing with a look of pure hatred on her face, arms extended ready to battle on. “Oh I didn’t think it was.” Answered Valerie. “It would of been to easy to sit you out then, I have not finished with you yet, anyway lover boy need to see you broken don’t you darling.” She teased Mark, further annoying Carol who flew across the room in a wild rush, just in time to receive a straight right hand to the face that sat her down swiftly. “Now, Now, temper, temper.” Intoned Valerie hauling Carol up by the arm and hair before whipping her across the room to lie on her back. Carol rolled quickly to her feet and charged again grabbing for Valerie’s hands. The Dark Destroyer again rolled with the attack this time dropping to her back. She placed her foot on Carol’s crotch and launched her over her head in a Monkey Toss to again land with a thud in the middle of the room. “Slow down!” Warned mark, too late as yet again Carol rose and charged her opponent. Valerie readies herself for another arm swinging charge and was completely duped as Carol suddenly stopped. The white woman pivoted on her right foot and swung her left foot up and around to sweep into the black woman’s head, a sort of round house kick.

The thwack of leather boot smacking the ear of the tall woman echoed in the room as Valerie was completely caught out and stood almost open mouthed swaying slightly. Carol, not one to wait, stepped forward and kneed the woman hard in the groin. Valerie folded up and was immediately Irish Whipped to the floor. Carol followed her down driving her elbow into the wide open belly below, driving the air out of the now helpless black woman. “Not so gobby now are you.” She taunted climbing to her feet before launching herself on to the woman stretched out moaning below her. A full body splash flattened Valerie and allowed Carol to swiftly mount a straddle pin, adding to the discomfort by grabbing handfuls of thick black hair and bouncing Valerie’s head off the mat. Valerie tried to buck her enemy off but with little success as Carol was able to adjust her position and maintain the upper hand. She slid forward and bounced her bum up and down on Valerie’s breasts after grabbing her foes' hands and pinning them to the mat in a wide spread. This brought her face down close to Valerie’s and she spat the following words with some venom “Now you whore who’s going to be eating who?” She moved forward inching her naked crotch onto Valerie’s chin and finally slipped forward grinding her groin onto the helpless woman’s face. “Now its over, Babe” Mark cheered from the sidelines as his woman gyrated on top of the negress.

“Aaarggh” She suddenly screamed leaping off. “The whore bit me.” She shrieked trying to kick Valerie in the face. “No holds barred.” I chimed, as it happened unhelpfully as the builder took a swing for me, however he missed and we returned our attention to the bout. The woman warily rose to their feet for what would surely be the final clash. “Don’t celebrate until the fat lady sings.” Chimed Valerie, wickedly adding. “And your sister’s not here so no fat slag to sing.” Again she fired up Carol who tensed and stepped forward, not in the blind rage of earlier but with vindictiveness written all over her face. “Don’t worry where your going you won’t here any singing.” She threatened stepping forward and swinging her fists. Valerie was ready this time and they traded punches with little obvious effect save wasting energy. Both seemed to realise this at the same point so the punches became wild slaps and they stepped closer grabbing hair and attempting to pull each other over. Stalemate again right handed slaps bounced off reddening cheeks as left hands tugged at thick manes of hair, each was kicking their opponents' legs. Carol suddenly half stepped away and then thrusting forward drove her knee solidly into Val’s groin, a stifled scream indicated a firm impact, but instead of going down Valerie stepped back. Carol sensing possible victory stood obviously hoping the blow was crippling and that the negress was in the process of collapsing. Instead Valerie suddenly thrust forward and drove her knee up into her opponent’s love box. Carol too stifled a scream as she took the low blow but stayed on her feet. This time however Valerie made sure of dominance by doing it again and again, three thumping cunt crushing knees thudded into Carol’s battered beaver. The tall white woman was in shock as she clutched at her battered womanhood and collapsed towards her enemy her eyes beginning to glaze over.

Valerie never one to miss an opportunity grabbed Carol’s breasts to stop her falling and viciously twisted the plentiful pleasure mounds adding a nasty nipple pinch for good measure. Carol was in big trouble her crotch was ravaged and her tits were being terrorised her hands moved to prise her attackers' fingers from the bruised flesh. This allowed Val to administer the coup de gra. Another tremendous knee lift into Carol’s groin followed by two hard driven punches into her belly. As Carol sagged forward a knee lift straight to the forehead flung the now beaten woman backwards to land spread-eagled on the floor, arms and legs flung out like a beached star fish. “Now is the time for the fat lady to sing.” Murmured Valerie as she stepped over the fallen woman to sink to her knees astride her victim and finally to sit heavily on her face. Valerie rode Carol’s beaten face for a couple of minutes before turning round for a reverse straddle. Finally finishing the job on the beaten box of her enemy by viciously ripping out handfuls of Carol’s pubic thatch. The white woman was out of it as Valerie climbed off, leaving Carol flat on the floor the slow rise and fall of her chest the only movement. “Now then big boy, I’ve taken your tart how about some action.” She taunted Mark. “Fuck off, get out.” He menaced stepping forward but Valerie was ready and employed her knee again. “Ah something for the builder…Two “achers”.” She laughed as he clutched his battered balls sinking to his knees allowing her to leave both her enemy and her man beaten on the mat.

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