Lamb to the Slaughter c1999

Paul Guzman was a dangerous and cruel man.  He was one of the top
gangsters in the Miami area.  He was terribly rich, and had the cruel
good looks some women find irresistible. He liked to lead  young girls
on,  building their hopes up.  He would then drop them as if they were
yesterday's trash.  Most went away with a broken heart.  One or two
committed suicide.  A few hung on to the bitter end, refusing to take
the hint.
One such woman was Kimberly Lamb.  She had just turned twenty, the
daughter of one of Guzman's lawyers.  She had met Guzman at a party he
had thrown at his beach front home.  He had just been acquitted on
bribery charges.  She had immediately become infatuated with his dark
power. 
For a month, he squired her around the Miami nightclubs.  She would
drape herself around him as if she were another piece of his clothing.
When she danced, she danced only for him.  He bedded her nightly, taking
her to heights of ecstasy she had never known.  He told his friends it
was like having sex with a puppy.  She was easy to please, and eager to
please.  They had all had a good laugh at that.

The truth was that Kimberly was a spoiled, rich girl.  She spent
winters in Stowe, and summers on the beach.  She was a beautiful blonde,
with a perfect figure, 36-23-36.  She had been second runner-up in a
beauty contest.  After getting out of school, she took a job modeling
swimwear.  She had all the boys she ever wanted.  She usually dated the
captain of the football team.  Her mother and father indulged their only
child.  She had never been refused anything.   To Guzman, she was a
typical party girl.  Kimberly, however, took the affair much more
seriously.  She wanted it to go on forever.  Unfortunately, it came to a
sudden stop.
One evening, Guzman went out to look over one of his investments.  He
was the silent partner in an upscale "gentleman's club".  The girls
working there were all terribly attractive.  The big draw at this
particular place was an exotic dancer named Shandra Wolfe. 
Shandra was from Antigua.  She was a spectacular beauty with skin the
color of light chocolate.  Her figure was 38-24-36.  She exuded a
sensuality that was almost palpable.  Men had offered her fortunes for
just one night with her.  She had always refused, though.  She made more
than enough from her tips.  She had grown up poor,  the youngest of five
children.  She was the only girl in her family, and her four brothers
cut her no slack.  So, she learned to stand up for herself.  Early in
her teen years, she had noticed how the boys of the island were always
trying to get her attention.  Even some of the older men acted strangely
around her.  It slowly dawned  on her that she was gorgeous.  When the
time came, she came to Miami hoping to get a good job.  She won the
money to come to Miami by winning a local beauty contest.  The dancing
at the club was her first break.  Though not trained as a dancer, she
had a natural grace and rhythm.  She soon became the most popular
attraction at the club.
When Guzman saw her, he was hooked.  He had the manager introduce him
to her.  She was told this was the real boss, and to be especially nice
to him.  She found him charming, and extraordinarily attractive.  He
insisted she take the rest of the night off to have dinner with him.
The manager was in no position to object.  An hour later, they were at a
table at the most exclusive restaurant in the city.  After the most
sumptuous meal Shandra had ever had, they went dancing.  In a city of
beautiful women, the island girl stood out.  It was the most wonderful
night of her life.  She met people she had only seen on TV, or read
about.  When dawn came, he took her back to her motel.  She hadn't
wanted the night to end.  He kissed her, and asked if he could see her
the following evening.  She eagerly agreed.  When he got home, he called
Kimberly.  He told her he couldn't see her anymore.  She was devastated.
Guzman would usually have brought the girl to his house, and had sex
with her, but Shandra was different somehow.  He didn't want to ruin
this.
The next night, they went to the dog-races.  They bet on every race.
She picked all the dogs.  None of them ran in the money.  She felt
terrible about losing all his money.  Guzman just laughed and kissed
her.  Kimberly was following them.  Her eyes blazed with hatred when she
gazed at Shandra.
Guzman asked Shandra to his home.  Of course, she said yes.  After a
light supper,  they went to bed.  Shandra had been lonely for a long
time.  It had been a year since she had left her family.  She hungered
for any bit of tenderness.  For Guzman, it was the first time he had
made love to a woman.  He had screwed many women, but this was
different.  Holding Shandra was like holding flowing lava.  Kissing her
was like kissing fire.  He tried to kiss every inch of her.  He couldn't
get enough of her.  He knew he never would. 
The next morning, at breakfast, he asked her to move in with him.  She
was surprised, but she agreed.  They went shopping that afternoon,
buying her a whole new wardrobe.  She tried to buy clothes he would
like.  He liked whatever she chose.  Kimberly was at the store, watching
the Antiquan girl with a growing fury. 
The next few days were wonderful for Shandra.  Guzman announced that he
was firing her as an exotic dancer.  He arranged, instead, for her to
sign with one of the top modeling agencies in the city.  Her new career
soon took off.  Paul took her to New York, a place she had only
imagined.  It was more exciting than anything she had envisioned.  She
met fascinating new people.
One of the things she liked doing was to watch television.  She
especially liked professional wrestling.  For some reason, it fascinated
her.  Guzman thought about telling her it was fake.  He decided not to
disillusion her.  When they watched two half naked men try to kill each
other, she got hot.  Once she saw a female wrestling match.  She had sat
in front of the TV in rapt attention.
One afternoon, when Guzman was away on business, Shandra received a
phone call.  The woman on the other end said she was Kimberly Lamb.
Then she began to call Shandra every filthy name she could think up.
Later, Shandra would only recall "island nigger", "man-stealer", and
"cheap fuckin' whore", but there were other ephitets.  Kimberly
threatened her rival with bodily harm if she didn't leave Guzman
immediately.  The kind of Injuries Kimberly described sickened Shandra.
She finally hung up.
That evening, when Guzman came home, he could see that she was upset.
She asked who Kimberly Lamb was.  When he found out what Kimberly had
done, he was furious.  He promised to take care of Kimberly himself.
Shandra said no,  she wanted to meet this other woman herself.  Shandra
had always fought her own battles.  She wasn't going to change now.
Besides, she wanted to try some wrestling holds she had seen on TV.  At
first, Guzman flatly refused.  He didn't want to risk his girl being
hurt.  He had begun to think of Shandra as his girl.  When he
sarcastically suggested setting up a ring in the back yard, she
enthusiastically approved of the idea.  They argued half the night.  It
was their first fight.  Finally, because he could deny her nothing, he
gave in.  He agreed to have a ring constructed near his swimming pool. 
The next day, Shandra returned Kimberly's call.  She challenged the
blonde to come over, and end their differences once and for all.
Kimberly happily agreed, saying that she would tear the black girl
apart.
"She's coming." Shandra told Guzman.  He could only shake his head
sadly.  "If I win," she asked, "could we be married?'
He said yes without hesitation.
"And if I lose," she added, "I will leave.  Whatever happens, don't
interfere." 
A look of desolation crossed his face, because he knew she meant what
she said.   After a moment, she told him she loved him, then left the
room before he could answer.
It took three days for the ring to arrive.  It took a team of men
another day to assemble it.  During those four days, Shandra would not
let Guzman touch her.  She told him she had to concentrate on the
fight.  Abstinence would give her extra aggression.  He didn't know
about her, but after four days, he could have put his fist through a
door in frustration.  Shandra  spent long hours in the gym, lifting
dumb-bells.  She ran miles every day.
That night, it was hot and muggy.  The moon was full and doing its pale
imitation of the sun.  When Kimberly drove up, a body-guard directed her
around the house to the back yard.  Paul was there to meet her.  She ran
over and kissed him.  Paul had to admit she still aroused him.
"Please don't do this." he begged.  He had never begged for anything
before in his life.
"But darling!" she said, "I have to!   You're mine, and I want you
back.   Anyway, I can't just let some nobody take a man away from me.
What would people say?"
He escorted her to the ring.  She was delighted with the idea.  She
climbed up and through the ropes.
She was wearing a short, white terry cloth beach robe.  She unknotted
the belt, and let the robe fall from her bare shoulders. She was wearing
a white bikini that seemed to shine in the moonlight.  Her whole body
seemed to glow.  Her hair lit up like a halo.  Her skin was like
luminescent alabaster.  Guzman went to kiss her again, but a voice came
from behind him.
"Does anyone know you're here?"  He turned to see Shandra standing
there.  She was wearing her new white negligee`.  It was open.  She was
naked, except for a g-string.  She stood erect, with her hand on her
hips, a figure of defiance.  The moon glistened on her hair. The
moonlight shone through thin diaphanous material of her robe,
accentuating her voluptuous figure.  She was truly magnificent.
"Who would I need to tell?" Kimberly asked, "After I kick your ass,
everyone will know."
"I don't suppose you want to talk about this?" Shandra asked.
"What's there to talk about?" Kimberly replied.
They were standing close together now, almost touching.  Suddenly,
Kimberly grabbed Shandra's robe.  She took it off her shoulders.
Shandra's arms were trapped at her side.  Kimberly grabbed the
defenseless black girl's tits, and pushed her into the ropes. Shandra
screamed in surprise and pain as Kimberly twisted and pummeled her
breasts.  Finally, she was able to extricate herself from her robe.
Kimberly saw stars when Shandra hit her in the jaw, first with the
right, then with the left.  The blonde released her hold and staggered
back a couple of steps.  The dark skinned girl followed up with a
fore-arm smash to Kimberly's chest.  A punch to the midriff had the
white girl doubled over in pain.  Shandra put her in a head-lock,
squeezing hard.  Kimberly's arms wrapped themselves around her rival's
waist.  With her free hand, Shandra began hitting Kimberly in the head.
The blonde's head was ringing.
The dark beauty took her opponent into a corner.  In Kimberly's dazed
state, it was easy to untie her bikini top and strip it from her body.
Shandra wrapped it around Kimberly's throat.  For the first time,
Kimberly looked into her rival's eyes.   She saw a murderous hatred
there.  The rich bimbo feared for her life.
Shandra lifted her left knee into Kimberly's stomach.  The blonde would
have screamed if she had had the air.  Her eyes were rolling back into
her head as Shandra tightened the bikini top around her throat.
Suddenly, Shandra released her strangle hold.  She hung Kimberly's arms
over the ring's top rope.  The blonde's body sagged into the
turnbuckles.
"I owe you this." Shandra said, taking her rival's breasts in her
hands.  The fair skinned beauty screamed in agony as her tits were
pulled and twisted cruelly.  Shandra's lovely face shone with a
malicious joy as she switched to ramming her fists into Kimberly's
stomach.  She then executed a monkey flip that resulted in the white
girl laying flat on her back in the middle of the ring.  Shandra leaned
casually on the ropes, waiting for Kimberly to get up.  She was in no
hurry to end the fight.  She tossed the white bikini top at her lover's
feet.
After a few seconds, Kimberly stirred.
"Time to rise and shine, child." Shandra called to her rival, "We've
just been gettin' started."
The blonde got to her knees, a vacant look in her eyes.  She stood up,
and faced her foe.  Shandra calmly walked over to Kimberly, and slapped
her across the face.  Kimberly slapped Shandra back, then sunk her hands
into the black girl's hair.  Shandra took two handfuls of blonde locks
and pulled viciously.  The two young women stood in the middle of the
ring, locked together in a struggle. They stood breast to breast, and
belly to belly, their bodies contending with each other as they tried to
push one another into the ropes.  Without warning, Shandra released the
blonde's hair and grabbed Kimberly's briefs, pulling them harshly up.
Kimberly screeched in outrage at the wedgie.  She let go of Shandra's
hair, trying to straighten her bikini bottom.
Shandra took advantage of the distracted girl by  kicking her in the
stomach.  Kimberly went to her knees, holding her midriff.  Shandra put
the hurt girl's head between her thighs, and began to squeeze.  Kimberly
tried to pry the island girl's sculptured legs from around her head, but
it was futile.  It felt as if her skull was being slowly crushed.  After
what seemed an eternity, the pressure ceased.
Shandra took a handful of Kimberly's hair, and pulled her upright.  She
then lifted the blonde into the air and slammed her to the mat. Kimberly
groaned softly.  Shandra pulled her rival up again, scooped her up in
her strong dark arms, and slammed  her to the canvas.  She did this
three more times.  The last time she stuck her knee forward to have
Kimberly's spine to be smashed over it.
Kimberly lay supine on the canvas.   She groggily looked up to see her
nemesis smiling down at her.    Shandra's breasts were heaving.  She
looked down at her victim with unadulterated delight.  She was winning
this fight. 
She dove onto the blonde.  At the last second, Kimberly rolled out of
the way.  Shandra hit the mat with a thump that shook the ring.  The
brown skinned girl was still.  Kimberly used the ropes to climb to her
feet.  She walked over to her tormentor, and rolled her on to her back.
She started to stomp on Shandra's breasts and belly.  She kicked the
brown skinned girl in the ribs.  With every stomp or kick, Shandra would
groan pathetically.
"Nigger bitch!" Kimberly shouted, "Trying to steal my man, you island
trash! I'll kill you!"
The blonde wildcat leapt on to her foe.  Her breasts crushed down on
her dusky rival's  She scratched and punched Shandra's face, and clawed
at her body.  She banged the Caribbean girl's head into the mat.
Shandra seemed powerless to stop her adversary.  The swimsuit model lay
atop the dancer.  Looking over to Guzman she smiled.  "Start counting,
darling, would you?" she said.
Guzman didn't see the point, but complied.  He wanted to stop this, but
he had promised Shandra he would not interfere.  He had reached 8, when
the situation changed abruptly.
Shandra's powerful legs were around Kimberly's middle.  The rich girl
was struggling for breath.  The girls turned on their sides.  Dark
skinned hands were around a slender, white throat.  Soon, Kimberly was
on her back, still trapped in the stripper's scissors hold.  A moment
after that,  Shandra had her in a full nelson.
The Miami princess struggled vainly to break her opponent's hold on
her.  She felt as if her lungs would burst from the unrelenting pressure
of Shandra's thighs on her middle.  The pressure on her neck and
shoulders was becoming unendurable.  Her whole body was being stretched
like a rubber band.
Shandra switched from the full nelson to clawing her fair rival's
breasts.  The blonde sex kitten screamed in rage and pain.  She could
feel her strength being sapped from her body.  She was utterly
helpless. 
The dark beauty could feel her adversary weakening. She wrapped one arm
around the white girl's throat.  Within a few seconds,  Kimberly had
quit struggling, and was out cold.  Rolling her victim onto her stomach,
Shandra stood up.  She went over to a corner of the ring.  She had
placed a water bottle there before the match.  After taking a large
swig,  she returned to her hapless opponent, and poured the rest of the
bottle over the blonde.  Kim spluttered and moaned.
"Get up, slut." the Caribbean said, "I'm not done with you."
Kim began to rise slowly to her feet.  Shandra "helped" the model up by
pulling her by her hair.  Kim once lovely tresses were now sweaty,
bedraggled, and plastered to her head.  The dancer smiled at the white
pantied girl.
"I'm not just gonna beat you, you little tramp." Shandra told her
rival, "I'm gonna destroy you."
A whimper escaped from Kim's throat.  The island girl chuckled, and
started to bitch slap the poor girl around the ring.  The pampered
princess was flung into the ropes.  When she bounced off, she collided
with an unmoving Shandra.  Kim slid down her rival's body.  Her arms
wrapped around the buxom, black beauty.  The blonde sank slowly to her
knees, hugging Shandra's slim waist.  The Antiquan applied a double ax
handle to the back of Kim's head.  The Miami girl's brain jiggled in her
skull.  She collapsed completely to the mat.
The Caribbean woman sat on the small of Kim's back.  She took the
model's chin in both her hands and pulled back with all her might.  The
Lamb girl's scream was terrible to hear.
"Do you give?" Shandra demanded.
"N-no! I'll never give up!" the girl cried defiantly.
"Have it your way." the Wolfe woman replied.  She pulled her rival's
head back further.  The southern belle's shriek was ear splitting.  The
island woman finally released the girl.  Kim's body flopped to the mat.
Shandra turned the beaten blonde over on her back.  She straddled the
beach bunny, sitting on her stomach..  She began to punch Kim's face and
body.  Kim reached for Shandra's breast.  Her hand was slapped away with
contemptuous ease.  After a minute's pummeling, Shandra stood up.  She
went over to where Guzman stood and wrapped her arms around him.
"C'mon child," she taunted her victim, "give up and let a real woman
take your man."
With her remaining strength, Kim struggled to her feet..  Spurred on by
anger, she charged at Shandra.   At the last moment, the dancer raised
her knee, bringing it into the young model's midriff.  Kim doubled over
in agony.  Somehow, she stayed on her feet.  After calmly kissing her
lover, the Antiguan went in for the kill.
Muscling the blonde bimbo with ease, Shandra hung Kim on the ropes.
The island woman smashed her body again and again into the Miami girl. 
Soon, the helpless girl was in tears.  The black woman slapped her
rival's  pretty face with impunity.  Kim's sobs became louder, and more
piteous.
"Stop. Please stop!" she started blubbering, "No more. Pleease...no
more!"
"Aw, is Baby tired?" Shandra asked in mock sympathy.
Kim was nodding her bowed head.  She couldn't look her adversary in the
eye  She was barely standing.  Her shapely legs were rubbery.  She
swayed slowly before her foe.
"Doesn't she want to fight Big, Bad, Mama anymore?" Shandra continue to
taunt.
Kim shook her head vehemently.
Shandra put an arm around Kim's bare shoulders, gently leading her to
the center of the ring.  Shandra seemed to be consoling her rival.  She
was whispering into the white girl's ear.  Kim was shaking her head.
Suddenly, she was screaming hysterically.
"Do you know why I asked if anyone knew you were here?"  The ex-dancer
murmured in Kim's ear.
The blonde kid shook her head.
"I don't want the cops to trace your body back here." Shandra
told the beach bunny.
It took a moment for the punch drunk girl to catch on, but
when she did, she began to scream with horror.  She hadn't known she had
entered a fight to the death.
"Come on, bitch." Shandra continued, "You said you'd kill me.  Didn't
you mean it?"
The poor bimbo was shaking her head and crying.  She tried to back
away, but her rival held her fast. The Carribean was punching the model
in the gut.  Each punch would be a little lower than the last. In
desperation, The blonde bit into one of Shandra's boobs.  Screeching,
Shandra released Kim when the pain in her tit became too much.
The blonde girl smiled.  She could still hurt the nigger bitch.  Maybe
I can still win she thought.  Then Shandra back-handed her across the
mouth.  The beach bunny's head turned almost a hundred eighty degrees
from the blow.  Her eyes glazed over, and she stumbled backwards into
the ropes.  When she rebounded off the ropes, Shandra lifted her up, and
slammed her to the canvas.  The thud was so loud, it sounded as if the
Carribean woman had tried to throw the Miami girl through the ring
floor.  Kim was semi-conscious as Shandra lifted her to her feet.  Dark
arms circled a slim, white waist.  Shandra lifted her beaten rival off
the canvas, crushed Kimberly in a bearhug,  then dropped her so that
Kim's crotch landed on her outstretched knee.  Kim writhed in agony at
the island girl's feet..  The fight was over.  The kittenish Kim had
been no match for the pantherish Shandra.  The ex-dancer dove onto the
loser.  Kim struggled feebly under the black woman's weight.  Shandra
used the blonde's body as a mattress, lying on Kimberly for almost five
minutes   She covered the ex-cheerleader's face with her magnificent
mammaries, smothering the poor girl.
"You should never have gotten into this ring with me." Shandra told the
defeated girl, "I have to thank Paul for letting me play with his toy,
but he did toss you aside.  You're my toy now, bitch!"
Kim could only whimper in reply.  Shandra stood up.
The black victrix lifted her prey onto her shoulders.   She carried Kim
to the edge of the ring, and threw her over the top rope.  Kim's body
bounced and rolled on the lawn.   Shandra leapt through the ropes.  Once
more, she took Kim by the hair, and demanded the blonde girl's
submission.
"Admit Paul is mine," she told Kim, "Or I'll drown you in the ocean."
"He's yours.  He's yours." Kim sobbed, "Please don't hurt me, anymore!"
Shandra ran to Guzman and embraced him.  Their kiss was long and deep.
Kim watched in abject misery.  Shandra returned to her beaten rival.
Twisting the blonde's arm behind her back, she forced Kim to her feet.
"Come kiss this loser good-bye, sweetie." the island girl told her
lover.  Guzman did as his mistress asked, kissing the pathetic blonde's
tear-stained face one last time.
"I'm gonna take a shower." Shandra told her lover, "Wanna join me?  Oh,
and have someone take that trash off the property."  She pointed to
Kim.  "On second thought," she added, "let's bring her with us.  I want
her to see how I fuck you."
Guzman went to pick Kim up, but Shandra stopped him.  "Don't touch
her!" she exclaimed, "She wants you to hold her."  The black woman
half-carried, half dragged her rival into the house.
Kim spent the rest of the night tied to a chair, watching Shandra and
Guzman make love.  Her bikini bottom was jammed into her mouth.
The next day Guzman and Shandra flew to Vegas to be married.  Kim had
to take a month off from modeling because of her cuts and bruises.
Whenever she ran into the Guzmans she had to leave.  She eventually left
Miami.

by Ronin