KO Kandi – “Caste Away”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over. She tried to stretch out her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38, frame only to discover that she couldn’t. It took a couple of seconds for her to realize that her hands and ankles had been tied securely behind her back. She shook her head of honey-blonde hair, opened her dazzling blue eyes, and looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she recalled was being beaten senseless by some insane Indian dyke in the grocery store. Then, noticing the distinctly Hindi nature of her surroundings, realization hit her like an angry fist and she muttered, “Fuck me! I can’t believe another crazy bitch has beat the shit out of me and taken me back to her goddamn place for more.” The blonde whore wriggled in her bindings, discovering in the process that she had been stripped down to her bra and panties, but she was far too well-tied for her to have any hope of escape.

As she lay on the thickly padded floor, wondering what the Hindi woman had in store for her, the slut absently noticed several colorful posters on the walls in between all the elephant- and monkey-headed figures and blue-skinned Gods and Goddesses. Framed posters depicting two women in skimpy professional wrestling attire with the words “RULING CASTE” in big, bold letters. Kandi peered owlishly at the women and then her mouth dropped open in surprise. “Fuck me!” she said softly, struggling against her bonds with renewed, but still futile, intensity.

“Ah, I see our guest is awake, Ganesa,” Kirsi said entering the room, followed closely by her partner, in every sense of the word. She was just under 5’ 6”, with a somewhat stocky build, and measuring 36B-26-40. Kirsi had dark hair that Kandi could see was quite long, extending past the small of her back in fact, now that it was no longer hidden beneath a linen scarf, and dark eyes with a red spot in between them. She was now wearing a plum colored two-piece wrestling outfit that revealed her bare-midriff and showed off her navel, which was pierced with a golden barbell-like charm.

“It’s about time,” smiled the other woman savagely. “I’ve really been looking forward to this meeting.” Ganesa was smaller than Kirsi, standing barely 5’ 4”, but she was bustier, measuring 38C-26-38, with long dark hair and equally dark eyes. She too was wearing a two-piece outfit that showed off both her washboard abs and her larger tits to good advantage. But where Kirsi was clad in plum, Ganesa was wearing teal and her navel was unpierced, although she did have a small barbell-shaped stud in her right eyebrow.

Kandi swallowed hard as the wrestlers approached her. “Listen, I think there’s been some kind of mistake,” she began haltingly.

“There’s been a mistake, all right, and whoever hired you as a fighter for those sick videos you do is the one who made it,” said Ganesa with a barking laugh as she bent down and proceeded to grab the rope binding the slut’s arms and legs and, using it like the handle of a suitcase, lifted her up. The blonde whore grunted as her arms and legs were stretched painfully, but the Hindi woman paid her no heed as she carried her from the room, casually banging the big bimbo’s empty head against the frame of the doorway as she did so. Ganesa hauled the bitch thusly through the large house and down some stairs, making sure the whore’s head struck every single step, to a large basement that was dominated by a 15’ x 15’ wrestling ring. The little Hindi then swung Kandi up and over the top rope with a grunt and the startled blonde tramp screamed when she hit the mat tit-first.

“What do you want from me?” the slut asked fearfully as the two wrestlers climbed into the ring.

“We want to see how good you really are, bitch. I mean, from the way you dominate the crap out of just about every opponent in your videos, you must be quite a modern-day Amazon. We just want to see for ourselves,” Kirsi replied with a giggle, bending down and untying the grateful whore’s arms and legs, allowing Kandi to finally stretch out her aching muscles.

The blonde bimbo slowly stood up and did her best to work the pain from her body, but since she was hurting not only from being tied up for God knew how long, but also from taking a series of beatings from a variety of people over the past 24 hours, it was pretty much a waste of time. “Listen, you guys know those videos are staged—You of all people should appreciate that fact, you know what I mean?” the blonde tramp asked hopefully.

“Are you suggesting that our matches are staged affairs, too?” demanded Ganesa angrily, advancing on the slut.

Kandi backpedaled across the ring until her back was against one of the corner turnbuckles. “That’s not what I said! I just meant that we’re all professionals here so we all kn-Ungh!!” The blonde’s head suddenly snapped to the side when Ganesa’s foot whipped up and crashed into her cheek.

“Kirsi and I are professionals, skank,” she said, stepping into a solid punch to the whore’s belly. “You’re just a glorified stripper.” To emphasize her point, the smaller Hindi woman reached up and yanked Kandi’s bra off while ramming her knee into the gasping slut’s gut.

“You tell her, baby!” Kirsi encouraged, moving out to the apron and securing Kandi’s hands. “Work this bitch over and show her how real professionals fight,” she said with a laugh as she yanked the whimpering blonde bimbo’s arms back, thrusting out her exposed chest and leaving her heaving gut wide open for another assault.

Ganesa smiled evilly and smashed her fists repeatedly into Kandi’s jugs, flattening them painfully against the bitch’s ribcage and bringing howls of misery from the wrecked tramp. “Ow! Holy fuck! Agh! Stop! Ungh! Enough!” she pleaded, but the smaller Hindi woman merely lowered her punches to the slut’s belly and solar plexus, bringing a new round of sounds from the gasping bimbo. “Oof! Oh, God! Argh! No more! Oomph!” When the wrestler paused to catch her breath and rest from the hard work of beating Kandi’s lower body like a drum, the battered blonde sagged in Kirsi’s grip until her knees almost touched the canvas, despite the woman standing on the apron’s best efforts to keep the skank upright. “I thought you were a wrestler,” the blonde panted as Kirsi grabbed her by the hair and forced her to stand up on legs that wobbled like jelly.

“Didn’t you see the posters, tramp? We are wrestlers,” Ganesa said, kneeling in front of the barely conscious bitch as she prepared to deliver a cuntbusting uppercut between her quivering legs.

“I haven’t seen any wrestling,” Kandi gasped. “All I’ve seen is one no-talent jobber holding my arms while her less-talented partner punches me. Boxing maybe, but no wrestling.” Somewhere in Kandi’s excuse for a mind she was thinking that if she could get these two to really wrestle her she had a chance of beating them, still believing, despite what she’d said earlier about her matches being staged, that she really was a good fighter. “What’s the matter, you dykes afraid of me?”

Kirsi released Kandi’s arms and the big bimbo fell over to land tit-first on the canvas. “I was content to watch Ganesa just knock you out, big mouth, but now it’s time we showed you why we’re the number one contenders for the tag team belts,” the Hindi said, vaulting over the top rope and landing with both feet on the slut’s back, driving her tits even more forcefully into the canvas. She stepped off of the prone whore’s back and leveled a kick into her side, flipping her onto her back.

“You were so right about her, Kirs,” said Ganesa, reaching down and grabbing two handfuls of Kandi’s sweaty blonde hair and then whipping her out to the center of the ring. The blonde skank shrieked and hit the mat with her chest taking the brunt of the impact. “She just doesn’t know when to keep her cum-swallowing hole shut.” She walked over and placed the toe of her boot on the bruised tit that was sticking out from beneath the whimpering bitch’s side and ground the sensitive flesh painfully into the canvas. When Kandi screamed and rolled onto her back both Hindi women began stomping on her belly and chest and didn’t stop until they had exhausted themselves.

As the two professionals caught their breaths, leaning over and resting their hands on their knees as the air came hard and heavy from their lovely mouths, Kandi just lay on the mat, sobbing uncontrollably and twitching spasmodically. “You think she’s had enough, Gani?” Kirsi asked with a wicked smile.

“Nah, she’s still conscious, isn’t she?” Ganesa replied with a laugh. She bent down and took hold of Kandi’s unresisting arms and lifted her until she was sitting up. Then, she moved around behind her and got down on one knee and bent the barely conscious bimbo’s spine across her thigh and held her in place with a tight grip on her throat with her left hand while the right buried itself into her belly. The blonde whore’s legs kicked feebly and her arms fluttered ineffectively as the Hindi woman simultaneously choked her and worked over her gut. “Time for the finisher, Kirs,” Ganesa announced after punching Kandi in the cunt so hard the slut couldn’t manage more than an open-mouthed silent scream of agony.

Kirsi nodded and climbed to the top turnbuckle and then, after setting herself, with arms outstretched like she was doing a swan dive in an Olympic competition, she leaped off the corner post and pulled her right leg up and tilted her body in mid-flight so that her knee landed across Kandi’s throat, flipping the blonde slut over onto her stomach and leaving her gagging desperately for breath. She immediately bent down and picked the whore up and positioned her so that was sitting drunkenly atop her shoulders. “Your turn,” she smiled to her partner, who was now perched on the opposite turnbuckle.

Ganesa let out a cry that sounded a lot like Xena the Warrior Princess’ and leaped into the air. She spun her body, wrapping her legs around Kandi’s throat in mid-air and then, continuing her forward momentum, twisted around and drove the blonde bitch’s face into the mat and ended up sitting on her stomach with her ankles locked around the unconscious whore’s neck. Kirsi clapped her hands and dropped to the mat and began to count. “1, 2, 3,” she said, slapping the canvas next to the whore’s empty head as a dribble of saliva ran from her slack mouth. “Oh, heck, I could count to a hundred and she wouldn’t wake up. Nice job, babe.” She leaned over and kissed Ganesa.

“You, too, hun.” Her partner returned the kiss. “What now?”

“I don’t know about you, but this really got me hot!” Kirsi said, standing up and peeling off her top and then sliding out of her bottoms.

“You read my mind, lover,” Ganesa grinned, likewise standing up and peeling down to her birthday suit as well. “What about blondie?”

Kirsi grinned impishly and removed Kandi’s panties and then dragged the sleeping slut out to the center of the ring, where she unceremoniously plopped her ass down on the battered bitch’s face. “Come here, Gani, and let’s put this tramp’s tits to good use,” she said with a coy smile as she began to fondle the larger breasts of the whore with one hand while rubbing her own nipples with the other. Ganesa nodded and sat down on the skank’s stomach and then started caressing the blonde’s other tit with one hand. But, instead of fondling her own breasts with the other hand, she moved it over to her partner’s chest. Kirsi moaned with pleasure and immediately moved her other hand over to Ganesa’s chest and both Hindi women leaned in and kissed each other passionately. Then, as if on cue, both of their hands moved from their partner’s breasts and down inside their panties, while the other hands continued to fondle the battered blonde’s tits. In no time at all, both had experienced surging orgasms that left them weak, exhausted, but, oh, so happy.

During the mutual climaxes, they had scooted up the blonde’s body so that Kirsi was now seated on her tits and Ganesa was on her thighs. As the two Hindi women leaned against each other for support, their faces buried in the neck of the other, licking the sweat from their partner, Kandi moaned and opened her blue eyes. “Wha- Where…” Before she could say any more than that, however, Ganesa got up and moved behind Kirsi so that she was sitting on the bimbo’s face and, as she smothered the slut back to dreamland, she reached around Kirsi’s waist and used both hands to bring her lover to another climax. Kirsi moaned and leaned back into Ganesa, twisting her head around and kissing her deeply as her own hands reached up and wrapped themselves around her neck.

This time, when Kirsi exploded from her lover’s skilled attentions she literally collapsed forward until her face was resting on Kandi’s muff. Smelling the blonde’s pungent sex caused her to turn over and then lean forward and bury her face in Ganesa’s neatly trimmed pussy. The other woman responded by likewise leaning down so that she could get her tongue into Kirsi’s twat and the two Hindi women rolled off of Kandi’s inert form and proceeded to eat each other out with more gusto than they had done for quite a while as the blonde lay next to them, occasionally groaning in her sleep as she no doubt dreamed of the past 24 hours and the beatings she’d endured.