Second Slaughter
by Ronin

Dominika came to Miami with a single purpose in mind. She was going to
marry a rich husband. This is why she came to Miami.
Dominika was born in the Ukraine in a very small village. She was an
inch or two over six feet, and was built like a brick out-house. She was a
blue-eyed, blonde-haired bomb-shell of a girl. She had grown up in
poverty. At thirteen, she saw her first American movie. What most
impressed her was the quality and quantity of goods to be had in America
She promised herself that one day, she would go there to get her share of
the good life. Being a girl with a voluptuous body
and a face of an angel, she quickly found employment at a strip club. The
club was owned by Paul Guzman, one of the most notorious and successful
gangsters in the city. He was also one of the most attractive men in the
Miami area. The Ukrainian beauty came to the "Gentlemen's Club" desperate
for any kind of work she could get. The manager first hired her as a
waitress, but when he saw how the patrons reacted to her, he quickly put
her on the stage. Dominika soon became the main attraction at the club.
One evening, Paul Guzman came into the club to check the books. He
did a double take when he first set eyes on Dominika. He had only seen one
other woman as beautiful. That was Shandra, his wife. Guzman invited the
Ukrainian beauty over to his table. He was captivated by her exotic accent.
Guzman was just what Dominika was looking for, a rich and handsome man.
When he asked her to come back to his office, she quickly agreed. They
started their affair that night. Guzman almost immediately set her up in
her own luxury apartment.
Paul Guzman was married to one of the most beautiful women in Miami.
Every man who set eyes on Shandra envied the wealthy gangster. She had
become Mrs. Guzman after beating her rival, Kim, half to death in an wild,
unrefereed, and unsanctioned wrestling match. Since then, he had given
her everything she had ever wanted. She had given him two beautiful
daughters. They were very happy.
Shandra was not naive enough to believe that she was the only woman in
her husband's life. It was almost a prerequisite for a man in Paul's
position to have a mistress or two. Gangsters are expected to show their
virility. They are also expected to keep their wives blissfully ignorant
of their indiscretions. This is why most gangsters marry stupid women.
Unfortunately, Shandra was not a stupid woman. I say ' unfortunately '
because it didn't take long for the black beauty to learn that her husband
was seeing a new girl. Although it was to be expected, it still hurt her.
What Shandra did not expect was how blatant Dominika would be. The
Ukrainian girl would call Guzman at home. She would leave intimate
messages on the answering machine. The little girls would hear these
missives. Although they did not understand, they knew something was
wrong.
When Shandra answered the phone, Dominika would hang up. The woman
from Antiqua found the entire situation intolerable. She swore she would
put an end to it.
Dominika kept her job at the strip club. She made good money there,
and she was a girl who liked money. One day, as she was in the middle of
her act on the small stage, a very attractive black woman came into the
club. Dominika could feel the eyes of the woman upon her. It wouldn't be
the first time that a woman had lusted after her. After her set was done,
a waitress told the Ukrainian beauty that the woman who had just come in
wanted a lap dance from her.
Dominika took the beautiful black woman into an alcove. Taking thirty
dollars from her, the big zaftig blonde started to gyrate on the ebon
beauty's lap. The black woman's eyes never left Dominika's lovely face.
They burned with an intensity that the blonde had never felt before.
Dominika assumed that the woman wanted her for sex. She was very much
mistaken.
Shandra was glaring at the woman who would take everything the Antiguan
goddess had fought for away from her. There was a hatred burning white-hot
deep inside the black woman's soul. If she could, she would have
strangled the husband-stealing bitch then and there , but she knew she would
have to wait. The Carribean goddess was sizing her enemy up. I know I can
take this slut, Shandra was thinking to herself.
"You have a very lovely body, Dear. " she told her unsuspecting rival.
"Yes," Dominika replied, "I know. "
"How would you like to make a thousand dollars?" Shandra asked the blonde
bimbo.
"What would I have to do?" the Ukrainian girl asked.
Shandra wrote down her address and handed it to Dominika. "Could you
come here tomorrow?" she asked innocently, "I think we could have a lot of
fun. "
The big blonde looked at the address. It was on the better side of
town. It seemed familiar.
"OK," she said, "I come tomorrow. "
The Ukrainian girl was not very popular at the strip club. Had she had
any friends, they might have told her that she had just given a lap dance
to the boss' wife.
Shandra flashed her brightest smile. "I can't tell you how much I'm
looking forward to it. "
The following day was hot and muggy. It had rained the night before.
The sun was blazing in the sky. Dominika arrived just after twelve.
Shandra met her at the door. She had given the staff the day off. The
children were at school. Mrs. Guzman was wearing a terry cloth beach robe.
"I'm so glad you could come. " she told the big beautiful blonde, "Why
don't we go into the backyard. I have something special for you. "
Dominika followed her hostess out back. There, to her surprise, stood
a boxing ring in the middle of the yard.
"Wha-, what do you want me to do?" she asked.
"I want you to stop sleeping with my husband, you hussy!" said Shandra
vehemently.
"Your husband?" Dominika repeated, "Oh, you are Paul's wife. "
"Yes, I am. " Shandra declared, "I want you to keep away from him. "
Dominika laughed contemptuously. "Paul is tired of you. " she said,
"Soon, he will leave you and marry me. "
"Over my dead body!" retorted Shandra.
"It is possible. " said Dominika.
"How about this?" Shandra suggested, "You get in the ring with me.
We fight it out. If I win, you leave town. If you win, I leave Paul
and all this is yours. "
Dominika looked at the big house and the grounds. It was everything she
had ever wanted. To be the wife of a wealthy man; she had dreamt about
this since she was a child. The only thing in her way was the gorgeous
black woman standing before her. It would be simple to beat her. Dominika
had been in fights before with other girls. She was big enough to insure
victory. She was confident that she could defeat this black bitch.
"OK." she said, "I fight you for Paul. "
"Fine. " asserted the ebon goddess, "In that cabana, you'll find some
briefs and a pair of boxing gloves. Put them on and meet me in the ring.
"
Dominika did as she was instructed. She found the briefs and the boxing
gloves. They were green. After putting them on, with a little
difficulty, she headed for the ring. She found Shandra in a similar
outfit. Her rival's briefs and boxing gloves were yellow.
"How do we know who is the winner?" Dominika asked.
"Simple. " said Shandra, "The one who walks out of the ring wins.
The loser is the one lying out cold on the canvas. "
"What if you give up?" the blonde asked.
"The winner gets to beat the loser until she is bored. " the Carribean
goddess answered.
As they were speaking, the two women walked toward each other. They
met in the center of the ring. The well endowed vixens pressed their
breasts into one another. Each tried to force her opponent backwards.
Both goddesses believed their chest was the best. In the heat of the
Florida sun , they were suddenly aroused.
"I will show you what a real woman is like. " said Dominika.
"Honey, when I'm done with you, no man is going to want to look at
you. " Shandra said back.
They continued to mash their boobs together, each striving to
psychologically dominate the other. A sheen of perspiration appeared on
their zaftig bodies. Again and again, they thrust their mammaries into
the other. They started to groan. Whether the groans were in pain or
pleasure was impossible to tell. Even they were not sure. The thin
coating of sweat acted as an adhesive. Their tits stuck to one another.
"We both know what Paul likes in his women," said Shandra, "and I have
more of what it takes than you do."
Dominika shook her head, but the ebon beauty saw the hint of uncertainty
in the blonde bomb-shell's eyes. Then, the Ukrainian girl took a step
back. The Slavic siren threw a left hook, which the dusky skinned
enchantress easily blocked. Shandra's leather-bound fist found its way
deep into the blonde bomb-shell's belly. Dominika's eyes widened with pain
and shock. The dark-skinned goddess nailed Dominika's left titty. It was
flattened by a straight right. The golden-haired charmer howled in pain.
Shandra gave a cruel laugh, and sent a crushing left to her rival's jaw.
The next thing Dominika knew, she was lying on her back. Shandra was
standing over her, taunting her.
"Get up, you whore. " the ebon enchantress demanded, "I haven't even
started with you, yet. "
There was no referee to count the prostrate blonde, nor was there anyone
to send Shandra to a neutral corner. The blonde bomb-shell got to her knees
before launching a vicious upper-cut into the over-confident Shandra's
briefs. The dark Aphrodite dropped to her knees as if she had been
pole-axed.
"Oh my God, oh my god!" she said again and again. The big blonde
bomb-shell uncorked a hay-maker to the side of the dark-skinned enchantress'
head. Shandra felt as if her skull were full of buzzing bees. The
dark-skinned Aphrodite was lying on her side upon the grimy canvas. The
big blonde bomb-shell was looming above her.
"You are weak. " Dominika said, "Paul likes strong women. I am
strong. Paul is mine. "
Hearing that, Shandra climbed to her feet. She was determined not to
let this floozy take everything she had worked so hard to achieve. As the
blonde bomb-shell closed in on her, Shandra pretended to be too stunned to
fight back. Then suddenly, the ebon beauty drove her boxing gloves into
the Eastern European charmer's busty chest. Dominika screamed in agony.
She unleashed a vicious left to Shandra's tits. They went at each other
hammer and tong. Each vixen was determined to destroy her rival. Every
punch was answered by a counter-punch. Soon, their zaftig bodies were
covered in sweat and welts. They collapsed into each other's arms.
"When I have taken Paul," boasted Dominika, "I will send your daughters
away to boarding school. I don't want Paul to have any thoughts of you. "
This was a foolish thing to say, because it gave Shandra the impetus to
go on. The two exhausted Amazons got to their feet and continued to trade
blows. It was evident though, that Dominika was fading. For every punch
she threw, Shandra would throw two. The dusky Venus put her left deep
into the Slavic enchantress' gut. Dominika groaned. She put both hands
on her stomach. Shandra punched the blonde bomb-shell in the nose.
Dominika went cross-eyed. She staggered around the ring like a drunken
b-girl. Shandra put a few more jabs into the blonde's pretty face.
Dominika tried to strike back, but Shandra avoided the slogging punches
with ease. Shandra began to stalk the big blonde bimbo around the ring.
The Ukrainian bomb-shell knew she had to fight back. Everything she had
ever wanted was almost in her grasp.
It was obvious that Dominika had nothing left. The black woman could
have left the blonde bomb-shell on the canvas at any moment she chose, but
there was a white-hot fury in the dusky goddess. This woman had threatened
to take away everything that was precious to Shandra. The golden-haired
seductress would have to be destroyed, body and soul. The dusky Venus
drove the golden-haired nymph into the ropes. Soon, Dominika was
hanging there, completely defenseless as her rival pummeled her face and
body. To say Shandra was merciless would be an understatement. There was a
white light in her brain. The only purpose in her existence had narrowed
down to hurting Dominika.
The ebon beauty drove her knee between the Ukrainian bomb-shell's silken
thighs, over and over.
"Paul won't have any use for you, now. " Shandra told the stricken
girl.
Dominika could only whimper in response. Her big, black rival was
using her breasts for speed bags. The jealous wife crisscrossed the blonde
bomb-shell's pretty face. Dominika's mouth and nose were bleeding
profusely. Both her eyes were swollen. The Slavic Venus could barely
see her opponent. Not that it mattered, because her arms were entangled
in the ropes.
As she continued to pummel her blonde enemy, Shandra started to shout
every invective she knew at the harlot who had dared to try to steal her
life. The blonde's belly and boobs were kicked. Dominika's magnificent
body was being turned into jelly.
Dominika lay semi-conscious over the second rope. She didn't seem to
know where she was, anymore. All she could feel was the constant pounding
from her nemesis, Shandra. The beautiful black bitch was now grinding the
big blonde bomb-shell's left titty between her gloves.
"Please stop! No more! No more! "Dominika begged, "I'll go away.
I promise. I'll never see your husband again. "
"Oh no. " Shandra replied, "You don't get off that easy. You tried to
steal my husband and my family. I will make you suffer for that. "
She wrapped her sinewy arms around the unresistant blonde's zaftig body
and pulled her to a standing position. The dark-skinned Amazon carried the
broken blonde into the nearest corner.
"Now, let's see who has the better bust-line. " the Carribean goddess
said. Over and over she rammed her set into Dominika's bruised and
battered melons. The beaten blonde bomb-shell was beside herself. She
moaned and groaned each time Shandra launched her beautiful body into the
blonde's. Tears ran down Dominika's lovely face. She knew she had lost.
She was trapped in the ring with a woman who wanted nothing more than to
break her body, soul, and heart.
Finally, Shandra began to tire of her sport. After a punch to the
ribs and an upper-cut to Dominika's left tit, she allowed the Ukrainian
girl to collapse to the mat.
The blonde beauty lay there, a pile of boobs and hair, in a growing
pool of sweat.

Later that evening, Mr. Guzman came home from work. The house was
quiet and dark.
"Is anybody home?" he called out.
"We're up in the bedroom, Darling. " he heard his wife answer.
Paul Guzman mounted the stairs and strolled into the master bedroom.
What he saw there shocked and amazed him. His mistress, Dominika , was
stretched out on the bed. She was wearing a thong and boxing gloves. The
blonde beauty had obviously been beaten within an inch of her life. At the
side of the bed, standing over the defeated girl, stood Shandra, looking
more magnificent than ever.
"This bitch tried to challenge me. " she explained, "If I ever catch
you with another woman again, I'll kill her and maybe you too. "
Paul Guzman was known for his fidelity after that night.