KO Kandi – “Maternal Kombat II”

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over, covering her ears with her pillow in the process in an effort to drown out the insistent pounding, which she at first had thought was only in her mind. The maneuver also uncovered her voluptuous 5’ 8”, 44DD-26-38 body. When even that didn’t drown out the noise, she reluctantly sat up, shaking her head of honey-blonde hair and opening her dazzling blue eyes. After a harrowing week in the hospital, mostly to recover from the frightful beating she’d received at the hands of an Irish bank robber named Jessi Lough, but to also get some relief for the other fights she’d recently been in, she had been confronted by two nurses and endured both a wrestling match with a giant German babe named Freida Mueller and then got a full frontal assault in a boxing match with a pretty little Scottish chick named Heather Wilson. She’d been discharged early that afternoon and, after finally picking up a healthy supply of groceries, headed for home, taken a long, relaxing bubble bath and then collapsed on her bed, grateful for the household surroundings.

Shortly after her head hit the pillow, however, the pounding had started and was continuing even as the blonde whore made her way unsteadily to the door of her apartment. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Keep your fucking shirt on,” she snarled, thinking this whole situation was more than a little familiar. Not caring that she was wearing nothing but a blue pair of lacy bra and panties, she yanked the door open. “What the fuck do you want?” she demanded. “Oh, no…”

“Ah, I’m glad to see you are dressed appropriately for your ass-kicking, white whore,” Aiko, her Japanese neighbor, said, forcing her way inside and closing the door behind her. She wasn’t very tall, standing maybe 5’ 4” at the most and her figure was that of a typical Japanese woman, measuring 34B-22-32 and weighing maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. She was wearing a loosely fitting blouse and a short skirt and had an almost hungry gleam in her almond-shaped eyes. “Did you forget about our date?” she inquired, removing her blouse and skirt so that she was likewise clad in nothing but her underthings, in her case a red bra and panties.

“Geez, Aiko, you already kicked my ass good once, what say we let bygones be bygones, huh? Now is not a good time,” Kandi said, cautiously backing away from the smaller woman and tensing herself for the Japanese woman’s attack. “I’ve got a dentist appointment at 5 o’clock.”

“That is over an hour from now. It will not take half that time for us to settle our business,” Aiko said matter-of-factly. “And you know very well that I owe you another ass-kicking for giving Kiyoshi pornography; last week’s was for being dishonorable enough to attack me while my back was turned. No more talk. Are you ready?”

Kandi shrugged and took up a more open defensive posture. “Sure, why not. But this time you might be in for a surprise,” she said with a smirk.

“I seriously doubt that,” Aiko said with a slight chuckle, thinking of the numerous tapes of the big bimbo in action that she’d seen over the past week. Somewhere deep inside, the Japanese babe felt things for the blonde whore; not exactly affection, more like the need to dominate and control her and then sexually gratify herself atop her vanquished body. She was confused at the feelings the slut aroused in her and wanted to make sure they were genuine and not just a freak occurrence that had resulted from the satisfaction of giving the big bitch’s ass the beating it deserved the last time they met. Of course, she reasoned as she bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, waiting for the dumb cunt to make the first move, the fact that she’d fingered herself to multiple climaxes while watching Kandi in action on her tapes over the past week only served to further bewilder Aiko, since it was clear from those experiences that it wasn’t just the idea of dominating the big-chested blonde that turned her on as she found it equally gratifying to watch the matches where Kandi “won.”

Noticing that the smaller woman’s mind appeared to be elsewhere, the big bitch rushed her with the idea of driving her shoulder into her belly and slamming her back against the door and then firing a series of hard, powerful punches low into her belly to soften her up. Unfortunately for Kandi, Aiko had other ideas. She snapped her left foot up into the bottom of the whore’s chin and then her right foot crashed into the side of her head so hard that the bitch was not only sent flying sideways, but actually spun in the air several times before hitting the floor tit-first. Before she could so much as raise her head, Aiko had jumped into the air and with a fierce cry of “Ki yah!” had landed with both feet on the bimbo’s back, flattening her enormous jugs painfully and bringing a cry from the slut’s mouth. The Asian woman lightly stepped off and then yanked her blonde foe upright by a handful of hair and cracked the side of her hand into her chest, just below the slut’s throat. Kandi gagged and Aiko spun around and banged her heel deep into the blonde whore’s gut, doubling her over and leaving her hooters dangling temptingly. The smaller woman smiled and rammed her knee up and into the skank’s tits several times while keeping the bimbo bent over with two handfuls of her honey-colored hair. When the sobbing bitch tried to sink to her knees, Aiko jerked her upright and then jumped up and planted both feet in her gut, fell to her back and catapulted the big tramp down the hallway that lead to the bathroom and the bedrooms.

As Kandi struggled to her feet, using the doorknob of the bathroom door for support, Aiko walked over and casually grabbed her by the back of head and proceeded to smash the bitch’s face into the door until the blonde bimbo’s legs gave out and she slumped to her knees, a whimpering, pathetic wreck. But Aiko was just getting started. She’d been looking forward to this for a week and she fully intended to enjoy herself as much as possible before finally knocking the slut out for the count and enjoying the fruits of her labors. So she reached down and pulled back on the bimbo’s bra strap until it threatened to break and then let it go. It struck Kandi’s back with a loud “THWACK!” and caused the blonde bimbo to jump up and rub her back. Aiko grinned and began punching the big bitch hard in the belly, peppering her gut with rights and lefts that struck everywhere from just below her jiggling jugs to the just below the waistline of her blue panties. The Asian increased the power of her blows, sinking her tiny fists past the wrist into the big blonde’s flabby stomach, forcefully driving the air from her body and leaving the slut gasping for breath yet again. But there was no respite this time as the Asian woman lowered her target, pounding her hard little knuckles directly into the blonde’s pubic mound and bringing strangled screams from the big bimbo as well as some decidedly racial slurs that infuriated the Asian woman even more.

“You should be ashamed of yourself for talking like that,” Aiko admonished, sending an uppercut crashing into Kandi’s jaw. “Do you know what I do to Kiyoshi when he talks like that, white whore?” Kandi could only rub her jaw and shake her head in response as she stood on legs that seemed about to give way any second. “I wash his mouth out with soap,” the Asian announced, grabbing a bar of soap from a shallow dish next to the sink and turning on the cold tap.

“No way! You can beat my ass all you want, but no way are you gonna wash out my mouth with soap, you slant-eyed wacko!” The big blonde tried to make a break for it, but Aiko easily stopped her with a blow to her kidneys that dropped the bitch to her knees.

The smaller Asian woman reached down and forced Kandi to her feet by latching onto her right tit and digging her painted nails deep into the tender flesh until the slut had no choice to stand up or have her breast ripped off. Aiko then raised her right foot up and placed the sole deliberately against the skank’s throat, applying just enough pressure to force her to open her mouth. “Please, Aiko, don’t – Mmughphugh!!” Kandi grimaced and gagged as the bar of soap was shoved almost completely into her mouth.

“Quiet, white whore,” Aiko said, grinning with savage delight as she rammed the soap in and out and up and down, working up a thick lather as Kandi screamed through the mouthful of suds and stomped her feet helplessly, trying not to choke on the awful tasting froth. After a few minutes, the Asian removed the cleaning agent and forced the spluttering blonde’s head under the tap so she could rinse out her mouth. “I trust I will hear no more foul language from you, unless you want more of this,” she said, holding up the bar of soap. Kandi scowled but obligingly nodded her head. “Good. Now, on with the ass-kicking!” Aiko said gleefully, leaning back and kicking the startled slut right between her legs hard enough to cause her to stand on the tips of her toes. The Asian babe then drove her other foot deep into the panting whore’s belly with so much force that Kandi was sent flying backwards and hit the wall of her hall so hard that several pictures fell down. The cunt slumped to her ass and probably would have pitched forward had Aiko’s foot not slammed into her chin and knocked her head back into the wall. This time, the big slut’s head did flop down to the floor so that it ended up between her widespread legs.

Laughing, Aiko reached down and dragged the barely conscious skank to her wobbly feet and then powered a couple of straight-fingered karate shots into her heaving gut before spinning the blonde bitch completely around with a kick to the side of her face. Kandi staggered down the hall, trying vainly to stay on her feet, and the Asian followed her and semi-helped her by grabbing her bra strap with one hand and her panties with the other. With these handy grips, she banged her head into both walls as she walked her down to the bedroom, smashing her face into the doorjamb, which also gave her a painful wedgie, before literally tossing her onto the large bed. The blonde bimbo landed on her stomach and a second later Aiko landed on her back. The Asian babe sat up on her knees and easily rolled the unresisting blonde over onto her back and then dropped down hard onto her gut. “N-n-no m-more,” the slut whimpered, looking up into the Japanese woman’s dark eyes for some sign of mercy.

“Yeah, right.” Aiko laughed and slid the bra down, revealing Kandi’s perfect, if artificial, tits. She growled with anticipation and then sent a furry of punches to the milky globes, battering them back and forth and up and down, alternating between smacking them into each other and using her blows to force them painfully far apart. During the breast busting, Kandi’s whole body quivered until she finally passed out from the incredible pain. But Aiko never even noticed that the blonde bitch beneath her was out cold as she continued to work over Kandi’s jugs until they were black and blue; she was enjoying herself too much, and getting hot at the sight of the blonde lying helpless beneath her. When she finally paused to take a breath, she realized that her foe was far beyond feeling any further pain and the realization sent a tremor of delight cascading through her loins. She sat up on her knees and slipped her red panties down and then scooted up until she was seated on the blonde’s face and began to grind her pussy across the nose and lips of her defeated victim. Aiko’s mouth parted and she started moaning with pleasure as her hands reached up and cupped her tiny breasts, massaging and exciting them while she continued to work herself on Kandi’s face. Finally, after several amazingly blissful minutes the likes of which the Asian babe had never experienced before, she arched her back and grabbed hold of the bitch’s tits as she came to the first of several gushing climaxes.

When she was utterly spent, she got up and then looked down at the slumbering blonde with something akin to fondness and, giggling like a child, leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips, enjoying the way her own taste mingled with that of the unconscious slut. She then cleaned herself up and got dressed and was about to leave when she spotted the bookshelf filled with copies of Kandi’s numerous catfighting and foxy boxing videos. Aiko smiled and grabbed as many as would fit in her purse and then left the blonde’s apartment, vowing to herself that this would not be the last time they would meet, and certainly not the last time she would kick the big bitch’s ass.