KO Kandi – “The Bill Collector”

“Wake up, bitch. Time for round two.”

Kandi Kane’s baby blue eyes fluttered open and she groaned as pain suddenly enveloped most of her body, but especially her 44DD’s and her crotch. The 5’ 8” woman with honey-blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes looked around her in confusion. She was in a strange bedroom, seated on the edge of a king-size bed. “Ohhh…Wh-where am I?” she asked, trying to focus on the blurry figures standing in front of her. “And why are my hands tied behind my back?” she demanded, pulling at the rope that bound her wrists.

“Don’t you remember me, slut-cake?” Sugar Jackson asked sweetly, bending over and affording Kandi a good look at her 40D’s, which, while not as big and round as the blonde bimbo’s were at least free of bruises. Sugar was 5’ 10” with short hair that had red highlights and piercing green eyes, Standing next to her was her husband, Tony, who was 6’ 2” with a bald head and eyes that were a deep, rich shade of brown. His skin was like fine, imported chocolate and the muscles beneath it rippled as his wife ran her fingertips across his chest. Sugar was wearing a lacy red bra and panties and Tony had a black and white striped pair of briefs that barely contained his bulging package.

Recognition abruptly dawned in the whore’s blue eyes and it was followed very quickly by fear. “You! You’re the black bitch who beat me up at the bar!” Kandi snarled. “If my hands weren’t tied…”

Sugar laughed and leaned against her husband, letting one hand dangle next to his stiff penis and occasionally brushing against the fabric of his straining shorts. “You’d do what, you skanky piece of trash? This isn’t one of your silly video catfights. You’ve hurt a lot of people and now it’s time to pay your tab.”

“I never laid a hand on your man,” Kandi said defensively, the true predicament she was in finally getting through to what little brains she had when she realized that she was clothed in nothing but her black bra and panties. “Why are you doing this?”

“Think of me as a ‘bill collector’,” Sugar said with a throaty laugh. She grabbed a handful of Kandi’s honey-blonde tresses and forced her to her feet. The black woman forced the slut backwards until she was pressed up to Tony’s unyielding frame and she could feel his manhood against her panties.

Kandi let her hands brush against his throbbing briefs and was rewarded with both a tingle of delight from Tony and a hard right to the jaw by Sugar. “Keep your filthy hands off of my man, bitch!” she shouted, snapping Kandi’s head around with a left hook.

“Ungh…Oomph!!!” Kandi grunted when a third shot to her belly left her gasping for breath.

When the bimbo started to crumple to her knees, Sugar snapped, “Hold her up, baby, while I really give those tits and that tummy a pounding.” Tony grinned and easily held the blonde bitch up by her shoulders so that his wife would be bale to continue her long overdue beating. “Perfect, baby, just perfect,” grinned Sugar, letting loose with a flurry of rights and lefts to the dazed slut’s breasts, which were already an ugly shade of purple from her earlier beating. When the tall black woman started tagging them with uppercuts, nearly punching Kandi in the face with her own jugs, the blonde whore cried out more urgently.

“Oh! Ow! Not my tits! Please, ugh! No more tit shots!” Kandi gasped, struggling feebly in Tony’s grasp.

“Anything you say, slut-cake,” Sugar said with a laugh, launching a series of deep, punishing blows to Kandi’s heaving belly and her solar plexus.

“Ohh! Oomph!! Argh! Stop! Woof!! Please stop!!” the blonde bimbo whimpered, trying to bend over to protect herself, but Tony’s grip on her shoulders held her firmly in place.

“You know, slut-cake, I’m not normally a violent person. Oh, sure, I wrestle and fight for a living, but I like most of the girls I’m up against and it’s mostly a show for the pervs—Although, I will admit that every once in a while a match can turn into a real shooter. But I’ve never seriously hurt anyone before, or even wanted to,” Sugar said softly, while continuing to pound away with punches that were increasingly powerful and aimed even lower. “That is, until I met you.” She dropped to her knees and delivered a crushing uppercut right between the sobbing whore’s legs. She continued to work on the bitch’s pussy as she went on. “I knew you were bad from the description of the waitresses, but I had no idea how bad until tonight. I gave you every chance to walk away, but you went after Tony like I wasn’t there, like I didn’t matter, and, slut-cake, that’s just not right. People shouldn’t treat other people like that.” She stood up, breathing a bit heavy herself, and raised the chin of the whore, forcing Kandi to look at her. “But, and this is the part that will just crack you up, I’m kind of grateful to you. See, I realized when I was using your big tits as a punching bag at the bar while I was choking you with your bandana that I really needed to cut loose on someone, that I’d been bottling up all the petty little angers I felt towards friends, co-workers, and even family, and that sooner or later they would have exploded, probably all over some poor idiot who was just in the right place at the wrong time. But now I don’t have to worry about that. Knocking the shit out of a skanky piece of gutter-dwelling slut-cake like you has made me feel much better. And this little extra bonus round has helped even more. You get what I’m saying, you big-chested bimbo? Is any of this coming through?” Sugar grabbed Kandi by the hair and shook her head back and forth but the blonde whore’s only response was a weak moan.

Sugar shook her own head and proceeded to slap Kandi’s face until she opened her eyes and resumed crying. “Okay, now that you’re back with me, I’ve got some good news, and I’ve got some bad news. The good news is that I’m through beating on your wide, white ass, for tonight,” she added with a cruel wink. “The bad news is that Tony has the same problem with pent-up anger that I do and he’s gonna work out his frustrations on you, too. Of course, that news isn’t all bad.” Kandi whimpered what sounded like a question and Sugar said, “He wants your arms free so you can fight back before he knocks your silly, man-stealing cunt inside out and then uses you like the human condom you are until your pussy is so fucking tired of fucking you might very well become a lesbian.”

Tony let go of her shoulders and Kandi sank slowly to her knees and then toppled over onto her face, leaving her ass sticking up in the air. While Tony leaned down and untied her hands, Sugar grabbed her by the hair and lifted her face off the carpet. “We’ll let you get a little rest before Tony cleans your clock, though. He’s looking forward to this and he wants it to last. Pleasant dreams, slut-cake.”

Kandi was only dimly aware of Tony lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. By the time he and Sugar had left the room she was fast asleep, despite the pain in every part of her once-gorgeous body.