Hell in the Ring
  by
Ronin c1999

Sam Freeland was a lucky young man.  He was tall, dark, and handsome.
He was also his state's Golden Gloves champion.  This had more to do
with talent and hard work than luck.  The main reason he was lucky, was
the two women who loved him.
Tina was a pretty, statuesque 18 year old blonde.  Her family was
fairly well off.  Before graduating high school, she had been a
cheerleader.  Sam had played football at another school.  They had met
at a party at the end of the season.  The first time she set her eyes on
Sam, her knees had turned to water.  Her love for him was like a pure,
white flame.  Some of her friends worried that he had become an
obsession for her.   She stood an inch over five feet and weighed a
hundred pounds nude and sopping wet.  She was a lovely, voluptuous young
girl.
Sue-Ellen, on the other hand, was a big, buxom, beautiful brunette.
She came from the Ozark mountains, and looked a little like Bette Page.
She was working at a bar where Sam was celebrating his twentieth
birthday.  There had been some question of his majority, since the state
was moving the drinking age back up to 21 year by year.  Sue-Ellen had
helped convince the bar-tender that he  made the age limit.  She had
taken one look at Sam and licked her lips.  Though 3 years older than
the kid, she saw possibilities.  She took him back to her apartment that
night and began to teach him how to please a woman.  She was just under
six feet, and weighed a hundred twenty one pounds.
One of the things Tina and Sue-Ellen had in common, was their enjoyment
of watching Sam in the ring.  He could quickly pummel his opponent to
unconsciousness.  They loved to watch his strong, wonderful body at
work.  One or the other was always at ringside, knowing that after
winning a fight, he would want to make love all night.
Each women knew of the other's existence.  Sam was honest with both of
them, as honest as he dared to be.  Though Sue-Ellen did not like it,
she grudgingly accepted the fact.  It drove Tina absolutely crazy,
however.  For a week after Sam told her she had simmered, until, driven
mad with jealousy,  she had called Sue-Ellen.
"Bitch," she said, "if you want my man you'll have to fight for him!"
They decided on a boxing match at a night-club Sue-Ellen knew.  It had
a ring, used for wrestling.  They would wear strapless bikinis, shoes,
and five ounce boxing gloves.
A week later, they arrived at the club.  Sue-Ellen arrived an hour
early to change her clothes.  She was in the manager's office when Tina
arrived.  There was only one locker room.  Sue-Ellen had signed a
release for the club, making it not responsible for any injuries
incurred.  After changing into her pink bikini, Tina signed the same
document,  then headed for the ring.
When she got there, her heart quelled.  There was a big, gorgeous
dark-haired woman with a magnificent body in a tiger striped bikini and
boxing gloves in the opposite corner.  The dark woman smiled at her.  It
was not a nice smile.  Tina took a deep breath.  She knew her love for
Sam would win the fight.
When Sue-Ellen saw her rival for the first time, she wanted to laugh.
What did Sam want with a little piece of blonde fluff?  She decided to
make the fight last as long as possible, and punish the little slut for
fucking her man.
After a short introduction by the manager, the house lights went down
and a bell clanged.  Tina was confident her love would make her strong.
Then a lightning bolt hit her in the face.  Sue-Ellen followed the left
with a few light jabs, and a right to Tina's midriff.  Tina saw stars. 
Every time she tried to throw a punch she got hit.  Every time she tried
to block a punch she got hit.  Sue-Ellen was cuffing her around  the
head and shoulders.  Sue-Ellen glanced at the clock.  Eight seconds were
left in round one.  A right to the chin put Tina down.  She was trying
to get up when the bell rang.  She was saved by the bell, as Sue-Ellen
had planned.
Tina stood up and staggered to her corner.  She wanted to cry, but
didn't.  She knew she couldn't win.  She knew she couldn't give up.  She
couldn't lose Sam.   Too soon, the bell tolled for round two.
This time Sue-Ellen concentrated on Tina's breasts.  Though not as
ample as her own, they were too tempting as targets to pass up.  Tina
grimaced in pain as her boobs were pummeled.  Suddenly, she lashed out.
Her right connected with Sue-Ellen's middle.  The big woman just
laughed, and continued to breast box her rival.  She shredded Tina's top
and tore it off the little girl's body.
"I'll give this to Sam, when I see him next." Sue-Ellen told Tina, "You
have a nice set, but mine's better."  Sue-Ellen examined her victim's
bare bosom. Tina let out a small sob. Her rival laughed.  Tina folded
her arms across her chest, trying to protect her assets.  She went down
from a punch to the stomach.   She was able to beat the count at 8. 
The bell rang.  Round two was over.
Going back to her corner, Sue-Ellen stripped off her own top.  She
handed it and Tina's ruined one to someone in the audience.  Tina saw
that it was Sam.  He had come to see his mistress dominate, humiliate,
and destroy his sweetheart.  Tina's misery was doubled, but so was her
determination not to give up.
Round three began well for Tina.  She put together a one-two
combination to Sue-Ellen's tits.  The big brunette stopped in her
tracks. The blonde followed up with a gut punch that made the
dark-haired beauty grunt in pain.  A look of hope crossed Tina's face
for the first time in the fight.  It was a false hope, though.  With
open gloves, an angered Sue-Ellen bitch-slapped the smaller girl around
the ring.  She trapped the little blonde against the ropes, pinning her
there.  The mountain woman's breasts overwhelmed the girl's slightly
smaller orbs.
"You see?" Sue-Ellen said, "I told you my tits were better than yours.
I just wanted to show Sam."
They stayed there a little while, Tina groaning softly under
Sue-Ellen's weight.  Sue-Ellen then covered Tina's face with her
breasts.  A few people in the crowd heard the poor girl's muffled
screams.  Tina's gloved hands scrabbled at Sue-Ellen's glorious body,
then limply hung at her own side.
When the bell rang ending the round, Sue-Ellen released her rival.
Tina fell to her knees, gasping for air.  Sue-Ellen looked down at her
opponent.
"Don't fret, Honey." she told Tina, "It's almost over."  She strutted
back to her corner.
Tina crawled to her own corner.  Once there, she used the ropes to
stand up.  As soon as she was erect, the bell sounded for round four.
She staggered out to meet her doom.
After taking a couple of body shots, Tina found the strength to fling
her arms around Sue-Ellen's neck.  She hung onto her rival's
sweat-slicked shoulders for dear life.
Sue-Ellen put a few more punches into her opponent's tits and belly.
Then her arms circled  Tina's slim waist.  They stood like that for a
moment, breast to breast and belly to belly, feeling each other's breath
on their shoulders, feeling each other's nakedness.  This aroused
Sue-Ellen.  She began whispering in Tina's ear.  She told her what she
would do with Sam after the fight, after she had beaten Tina.  She was
graphic in detail.
Tina's pretty face crumpled as she burst into tears.  Her rival had
found another way to hurt her.  She knew there was nothing she could do
to stop Sue-Ellen from taking her lover.  She felt weak and pathetic.
Suddenly, she felt her feet leave the canvas, as Sue-Ellen's hold
tightened around her waist.   Her back and ribs felt as if they were on
fire.  Her lungs seemed about to burst.  She flailed at Sue-Ellen's head
and back, but it was a futile gesture.  She arched her back and gasped
for air.
Sue-Ellen put all her strength into the bear-hug.  She heard Tina's
groans.  She felt Tina struggle, and then go limp. 
After stripping the schoolgirl of her bikini bottom, she carried Tina's
nude, unconscious body over to where Sam was sitting.
"Do you want this sad little wimp or me?" she asked him.
"You." he said, as he looked up at her with admiration and desire.  She
had felt this way every time he stepped into the ring.  It was a  first
for him.  Sue-Ellen dropped Tina in the corner.  The poor girl landed in
a fleshy heap, as if she were a pile of dirty laundry.
The big brunette was through the ropes, and on Sam's lap in an instant.
Her kiss was long and deep.  She felt him grow hard under her.
When Tina came to, she pulled herself up by the ropes.  She was
groggy.  It took her a minute to notice Sue-Ellen and Sam locked in a
kiss.  Her heart broke, and she screamed in pain.  The referee had not
counted her out, because Sue-Ellen had left the ring.  The time-keeper
had lost track of time in all the confusion
Sue-Ellen heard the scream, and turned to see the blonde on her feet.
Annoyed, she looked back to her man and said' "'Scuse me, Babe.  This'll
only take a minute."
Quickly, she climbed back into the ring, and faced her all but defeated
rival.  "You should've stayed down, loser." she told Tina.
Tina wordlessly launched herself at the big barmaid.  She was hurling
punches at her rival.   A few got through and hurt Sue-Ellen, but not
badly.  This continued until Sue-Ellen caught Tina with a right to the
temple.  The little ex-cheerleader just stood there dazed, her arms at
her side.  Her eyes were glazed over.  Sue-Ellen put her left deep into
Tina's stomach.  Tina retched dryly.   She would have fallen flat on her
face, but Sue-Ellen grabbed a gloveful of blonde hair, holding her
erect.  With her free hand, the big woman pounded the helpless little
girl's breasts, ribs, and belly.  There was a cruel smile marring
Sue-Ellen's lovely face.
Soon, Tina began sobbing hysterically.  "Please d-don't.  Please stop.
D-don't hit me, please!" she begged.
Sue-Ellen just laughed and back-handed the little girl across the
mouth.  Tina's head almost twisted around 180 degrees.
Sue-Ellen took Tina by the shoulders, shaking her so roughly, her teeth
rattled. "Give up?" she asked the blonde.
"Y-yes." said Tina, crying.
"Then, kiss my tits!" Sue-Ellen demanded
The beaten girl did as she was told.  She took her hated rival's
magnificent breasts in her gloved hands, and began to fondle and kiss
them.  It was almost the final humiliation.  Sam watched, fascinated.
"Do you promise never to see Sam, again?" Sue-Ellen asked.
Sobbing, Tina shook her head defiantly, "No no, I can't give him up!  I
just can't!"
Sue-Ellen shrugged her perfect shoulders, and raised her right fist.
Tina saw the blow coming, but could do nothing about it.  Tears ran down
her bruised cheeks.  Her helpless blue eyes looked up into Sue-Ellen's
merciless brown eyes.   Just before the blow fell she shouted "Sam!"
The clubbing fist knocked the girl to the canvas as if she been shot.
Before passing out, she heard the referee begin the count, and her
rival's vindictive laughter. 
Sue-Ellen felt exhilarated.  Her rival lay nude and helpless at her
feet.  Tina's body had been no match for her own.  As the little blonde
stirred, she found herself taunting her victim.
"Get up, you little slut!" Sue-Ellen said, "I'm not done with you!"
Tina opened her eyes slowly.  She saw her victorious rival looming
above her. She knew, as she laid sprawled in the middle of the ring,
that she had forfeited Sam's love.  Her body, spirit, and heart had all
been broken.  She curled herself into a fetal position, and wept
uncontrollably.
Hell in the Ring:
Tina Returns
by
Ronin22 c1999

The night after their fight, neither Sue-Ellen nor Tina were in their
own bed.  Sue-Ellen spent the night in Sam's bed, rapturously enjoying
the fruits of her victory.  Sam was determined to please her every way
he could.  He succeeded wonderfully.  Sue-Ellen could not remember
having a more wonderful time.  His well-muscled body took her to the
height of ecstasy she never thought possible. She realized that she was
actually in love with this big lug.  He was sweet, gentle, and not
overly bright.  Three qualities she liked in her men.
Tina, on the other hand, spent the night in a hospital bed.  She had
been so badly beaten, some of the medical staff suspected that she had
been assaulted by her boyfriend.  Others believed she had been in an
unreported auto accident.  She had a concussion, two cracked ribs, and a
dislocated shoulder.  Her nose was broken, and her right eye was swollen
shut.  She said she had fallen down a flight of stairs.  She was too
embarrassed to admit the truth, that she had been beaten by another
woman. 
After leaving the hospital, the little blonde moved to another town.
There she found a gym,  where she worked out every day.  She eventually
became a full-time employee of the gym.  She would lead women in
aerobics, boxercise, and tai-bo.  In her free time, she would work out
on the heavy bag.  She would imagine the bag to be Sue-Ellen, and would
keep banging at it hour after hour.  Eventually, she sweet-talked the
manager, a retired prize-fighter, into giving her some boxing lessons.
To his surprise and delight, the little girl turned out to be an apt
pupil.  She was quick and aggressive.  She also developed a good left
hook. 
When he thought she was ready, her trainer put her into a foxy boxing
match with a girl her own size.  In the second round, Tina pummeled the
little red head into unconsciousness.  Two weeks later, she fought a
blonde bomb-shell who loomed over Tina at 6'2".  Tina worked over the
big girl's tits and tummy.  The fight ended with the bombshell on her
knees, her arms covering her boobs and belly.  Tina stood haughtily over
her opponent as the loser rocked back and forth, in tears.
Tina decided to go home to take back Sam.  As it happened, she arrived
in time to see Sam's first professional bout.
Matt Reilly was punch drunk.  In the last two rounds, his opponent, Sam
Freeland, had landed almost every punch he had thrown.  During the first
three rounds Matt had thought he would win his first club fight.  He had
a punch like a mule's kick.  He was slightly more muscular than his
adversary.
At the start of the fight, they had traded body blows.  Sam found that
hitting Matt's body was like punching a block of marble.  Matt had
gotten in a couple of shots that had hurt Sam.  He had had to clinch
with Reilly in order to avoid going down.  The ref had quickly separated
them, and Matt had kept banging away at Freeland's mid-section and ribs.
In the third round, Sam had kept away.  He discovered Matt was a sucker
for the left jab.  From then on, Sam's left was always in Matt's face.
Sam had used his boxing skill to avoid getting hit.  He doubled up on
his left jab.  Once he threw three consecutive lefts.  These were
followed by a right cross that had Matt buckling at the knees.
Now, in the fifth round, Matt looked ready to go.  His punches were
going wild.  He struck where Sam had been a moment before.  Sam put a
combination into Matt's ribs, followed by an upper-cut.  This put Matt
into the ropes.
"C'mon Honey," Sue-Ellen yelled, "Kill him!"   She was in a state of
orgasmic ecstasy.  Nothing aroused her more than to see her man beat up
another guy.  On the other side of the ring, a pretty red head was in
tears.  Her lover was getting badly beaten.
Sam continued to batter Matt's head and body.  Young Reilly tried to
rally, but it was a futile gesture.  A left hook sent him to the
canvas.  The ref's count was only a formality.  He had to be carried out
on a stretcher, the petite red head walking beside it.
In Sam's dressing room, Eddie, Sam's trainer, had removed Sam's
gloves.  He then left for a few minutes. Sam asked him to check on
Matt.  He passed Sue-Ellen who was coming in. She rushed over to her
warrior, throwing her arm over his broad shoulders.  She loved his
sweaty body, fresh from a fight.  She removed her little black dress,
and stood semi-naked before him.  He crushed her in his mighty arms,
kissing every inch of her flawless body.  She pulled his boxing trunks
down, and took off his cup.  They lay on the dressing table, and made
love. 
They took a quick shower together, and went out to dinner at an upscale
steak house.   Tina followed them.  She had watched the fight from the
cheap seats.  She had been thrilled when Sam won.  She was less thrilled
to see Sue-Ellen climb into the ring to kiss her beau.
Tina sat at the bar, watching the couple eat their dinner.  They shared
two bottles of champagne.  So, Sue-Ellen  was a bit tipsy by the end of
the meal.  Tina drank soda water.
The lovers decided to forgo dessert. Sue-Ellen  couldn't wait to get
back to the loft.  Sam asked for the check.  It was at this time that
Tina walked over to their table.  She wore a slinky red dress that
showed her bear shoulders and, lots of cleavage.  A slit in her skirt
exhibited her shapely right leg.  All her training had given her body a
great tone.  When Sam saw her, it took him a few seconds to recognize
her.  He could not remember Tina ever looking so good.
"Hello, Sam." Tina murmured, "I've missed you."  She leaned over the
table, giving him a better view of her assets.
"Hi Tina," Sam answered, "Boy, you look great."
Sue-Ellen  looked up at her rival, "What do you want, slut?"
"Oh, I think you know what I want." Tina replied.  Her gaze never left
Sam's.
"Why don't you get outta here," Sue-Ellen  suggested, "before I turn
you into my personal punching bag, like I did last time."
"You wouldn't be able to do that now." Tina said, "I've learned some
tricks since then."  She  turned to glare at Sue-Ellen .
"Last time I had you begging for mercy." Sue-Ellen  declared, "I can do
that whenever I want!"
"You wanna try?" Tina challenged.
"Yeah," Sue-Ellen said, "I'd enjoy knocking you around some more."
"Meet me at Big Daddy's Gym at twelve midnight, tomorrow." Tina told
her rival.
So, Tina had what she wanted; another chance.  She was sure she could
beat Sue-Ellen.  Her passion for Sam had never wavered.  Soon, he would
be hers.


  The two young women sat on their stools, glaring at each other.  They
were wearing light training gloves and shoes.  That was all they wore.
They were completely nude, exposing their nubile bodies to Sam's frank
admiration.
As Sam shouted "Box!", the two girls emerged from their corners.  This
time, it was Tina who landed the first punch.  She scored an upper-cut
to Sue-Ellen's left breast.  The big girl let out a small whimper.  The
blonde followed up with a left hook to her rival's right jug.  Sue-Ellen
backed up a step.  Tina pursued with a one-two to Sue-Ellen's belly.
The mountain woman gasped.  Tina tagged her opponent again, punching
Sue-Ellen in the face.  The big girl was dazed.  She launched a looping
right that Tina avoided easily.  The smaller girl continued to pound the
brunette's midsection.  Sue-Ellen's face was a picture of pain.  She
clutched her arms to her midriff.  This gave Tina another opportunity at
her adversary's breasts.  She did not waste it, driving Sue-Ellen into
the ropes with a series of devastating boob-busters.
Sue-Ellen shrieked in agony as her petite attacker continued to pummel
her body.  Finally, she let out a groan, and went to her knees.  Sam
began to count.  He only got to four before Sue-Ellen regained her
feet.  Tina closed in, landing a few more gut punches before Sue-Ellen
could wrap her arms around the fair-haired beauty.  Tina's arms were
trapped at her side.
"It won't be like last time, you cow!" Tina told her rival, "I'm going
home with Sam tonight!"
Sam signaled the end of the round.  Tina strutted backed to her corner,
as Sue-Ellen staggered to her own.
Sam gave both girls some water, then said, "Time."
Tina, overconfident, came out swinging.  She got a face full of leather
for her trouble.  Sue-Ellen followed the left with a right to Tina's
bust-line.  The blonde gave a yelp of pain, and punched Sue-Ellen in the
belly.  Once again, the big girl groaned, but managed to fire a left
into Tina's gut.  The two girls stood in the middle of the ring
exchanging body shots.  Both girls were relieved when Sam called time.
Sue-Ellen returned to her corner, and sat down heavily on her stool.
She had done better the last round, managing to stay on her feet.  She
was worried though.  Her stomach was starting to ache, and her breasts
throbbed with pain.  It was slowly dawning on her that she could lose
this fight.  She didn't want to think about what that would mean.
Tina was delighted.  She had held her own against her bigger foe, even
managing a first round knock-down.   She was sure she would win this
time.
Sam signaled the start of the third round.  The rivals met in the
center of the ring.  As before, they traded body blows.  Because of
Tina's training, she consistently beat Sue-Ellen to the punch.  For
every two or three blows thrown by the blonde, the big got off one.
Sue-Ellen's large tits were a prime target for the smaller woman's
lightning attacks.  At the end of the round, Sue-Ellen whimpered every
time Tina struck her tender mammaries.  She was relieved when Sam ended
the round.  She staggered drunkenly back to her corner.
Sam shouted "Time".  Sue-Ellen had barely gotten  to her feet before
Tina was all over her.  The little flaxen haired beauty had ran across
the ring, and was now beating the crap out of the buxom brunette.
Sue-Ellen tried to cover up as best she could, but Tina kept slamming
her fists into the big woman's body.  Again and again, Tina would dig
into Sue-Ellen's body, turning the busty dark haired belle into a heavy
punching bag.  Tina struck her rival below the navel.  Her gloved fist
sank deeply into Sue-Ellen's viscera.
Sue-Ellen screamed in agony.  She began slowly to slide down the ring
post. She sat on the canvas, in her corner, looking like a discarded
rag-doll. Tina looked down at her defeated foe, and shouted with joy.
She had won!  Sam was hers!  She ran over to him, flinging her arms
around his broad shoulders.  She covered his face with kisses.
Despite this distraction, Sam started to count,
"1...2...3...4...5...6...7..."  Tina wondered why he had stopped the
count.  She turned around.  What she saw filled her with horror.
Sue-Ellen, fueled with her love for Sam and her hatred of Tina, had
pulled herself up by the ropes.  She was now on her feet.  She was
tottering unsteadily, but she was standing.
Tina simply could not believe it.  She had hit Sue-Ellen with
everything she had, but the bitch was still standing.  She returned to
Sue-Ellen's corner, and resumed body punching the big girl.  Tina's
punches still hurt Sue-Ellen, but they were not as effective as before.
The little blonde's arms were becoming weary.  She had just about
punched herself out.
At last, Sam called "Time".  Tina went back to  her corner.  She looked
over at her opponent.  Sue-Ellen stared back at her.  Tina could see a
glint in Sue-Ellen's eyes.  Sam started the round.  The two fighters met
in the middle of the ring.  Tina looked into her rival's eyes.  What she
saw terrified her.  There was a renewed determination in the the big
girl's eyes, and a hellish rage that Tina had not seen before.
Tina again went to Sue-Ellen's magnificent body.  This time though,
Sue-Ellen didn't seem to feel her rival's punches.  She just smiled and
slugged the little blonde with a one-two to the jaw.  Tina's head
snapped to the right and left.  Sue-Ellen followed this with a
tremendous gut punch that put Tina on her knees.  Before Sam could start
the count, Sue-Ellen grabbed Tina by her golden tresses, pulling the
little girl to her feet.  The big girl then began to cuff Tina around
the head.
Sue-Ellen started to drive Tina backwards around the ring.   A right
handed haymaker sent the blonde reeling into the ropes.  As she bounced
off the ropes, she was met with an upper-cut between her legs that
lifted her off her feet.  Tina would have collapsed to the ring floor if
Sue-Ellen had not grabbed the little blonde by her right boob.
Sue-Ellen  punched the little girl in the face again and again.  Only
when Sam ended the round did the dark haired bombshell allow her rival
to slump to the canvas.
Sam gently picked Tina up, and carried her to her corner.  Tina was
barely conscious, but she sighed contentedly when she felt her lover's
arms around her.
"Tina, Sweetheart," Sam said, "you should give up.  Sue-Ellen will kill
you if you keep fighting."
Tina kissed Sam.  "I love you madly." she replied, "I'd rather die than
give you up."
Sam shook his head.  After giving Tina some water, He went over to
Sue-Ellen.   "Babe, you've got to finish her this round." he implored,
"Tina can't take much more punishment."
"Oh, I think I'll have a bit more fun with her." the big beauty said,
"Anyway, she can stop the fight whenever she wants.  She just has to
promise never to see you again."
With a sigh, Sam reluctantly started the next round.  Sue-Ellen
peppered Tina's face with light jabs.  Both the blonde's eyes were
blackened.  She was bleeding from her nose and mouth.  Her gloves hung
at her side.  They felt as if they were filled with lead.
"C'mon slut," Sue-Ellen jeered, "gimme your best shot."  She lowered
her guard.  Tina could only sway before her tormentress.  "Oh yeah, I
forgot." Sue-Ellen taunted, "You did that already.  You know what?  You
ain't shit!"
Tina began to bawl.  It wasn't fair.  She had trained so hard, and
fought so hard, only to lose so badly.  Sue-Ellen laughed scornfully.
The big woman lifted the little girl, and carried her into the corner.
There, Tina's arms were draped over the top rope.  Tina hung there like
a pillow left to dry.  Sue-Ellen began to work the poor girl over. 
"You...stupid...little...tramp." Sue-Ellen said,
"Did...you...think...I...would...let...you...take...my...man?"  She
punctuated each word with a blow to Tina"s head or body.
Tina started to bawl, begging incoherently for Sue-Ellen to stop.
"Please, don't hit. No more. No more!"
"Do you promise to stay away from Sam?" Sue-Ellen asked.
"No, no. I love him!"  Tina exclaimed.
Sue-Ellen resumed punching her rival into oblivion.  She smothered Tina
with her magnificent breasts as she continued to breast-box the helpless
blonde.  She could hear the blonde's muffled whimpers.  Finally, she
allowed the blonde a few gasps of air.
"Is he mine?"  Sue-Ellen asked again.
"Yes, yes." Tina conceded, "He-he's yours."
With that, Sue-Ellen took Tina by her head and groin.  She lifted the
conquered girl above her head, as if she were a pagan sacrifice.  Then
she
threw the loser to the floor, at Sam's feet.  Putting one foot on Tina's
breat, she addressed her lover.  "Come here." she said, "I want you
now."
They made love in the ring, using Tina as a pillow.
After that, Sam never saw Tina again.
After an hour or so of love-making, Sue-Ellen and  Sam were sated.
Little Tina sobbed quietly.  Sam's head had rested on Tina's stomach as
Sue-Ellen had ridden him to ecstasy.  Now, with a final kiss, they were
done.
"Let me take a shower," Sue-Ellen  suggested, "and we can get something
to eat."
"Can I get one with you?" Sam asked.
Sue-Ellen  laughed, "If we did that, we'd be here all day, and I'm
hungry!"
She stood up, and picked up the beaten little girl.  "Besides," she
added, "I want a word with this trash."
Throwing Tina over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the big girl
headed for the lockerroom. 
Removing Tina's useless gloves, Sue-Ellen  threw her blonde victim into
the shower stall.  The victrix turned on the cold water full blast,
reviving poor Tina.  She screamed at the sudden, violent shock to her
abused body. The big girl laughed.
After putting some hot water into the mix, Sue-Ellen  stepped into the
shower.  The two girls were breast to breast, belly to belly, and cunt
to cunt.  Tina whimpered.  She knew what was coming.  The brunette began
to slap the blonde's face with one hand.  With the other hand, she
pulled and twisted Tina's tit.
The little girl had no fight left in her.  She could only moan,
whimper, and sob as her tormentress kept up the pressure.  The big girl
slammed her body repeatedly into her petite rival's.
"You are nothing to Sam." Sue-Ellen  told Tina, "If I ever see you near
him, I'll kill you.  You are my toy, Bitch!  Get on your knees, and lick
my pussy."
Tina's will to resist was gone.  The conquered girl did as she was
ordered.
Sue-Ellen  left Tina on the shower floor, stripped of any shred of
dignity.


Rich Bitch
Harry "The Houston Hurricane" Halligan was in big trouble.  He had
already been knocked down twice this round.  If he went down once more
it would be a TKO.  Halligan was on the ropes, trying to cover up the
best he could.  His opponent, Sam Freeland, was blasting punches at
Halligan's head and body.  The body shots were particularly costly,
sapping much of Harry's strength.
At ring-side, Sam's girlfriend, Sue-Ellen, was cheering him on.  She
was in a state of erotic ecstasy as she watched her lover beat yet
another man into oblivion. She knew that Sam would want to celebrate his
victory by making love to her all night.  That made her happy.
She would not have been as happy had she known that another woman was
eyeing her man with a hungry look. Amber van Eisling liked big, strong,
strapping young men.  She especially liked big, strong, strapping young
men who belonged to other women.  She gained great satisfaction in
stealing boyfriends and husbands from the girls who loved the saps.  She
had left a string of broken marriages and ruined romances from Las Vegas
to Paris.  She was responsible for countless broken hearts and ruined
lives, as well as one or two suicides.
She had started out as a Vegas showgirl in a chorusline.  One  evening,
she met a man in his eighties.  Horace van Eisling was recently
widowed.  He was lonely and vulnerable.  He was also worth two hundred
million dollars.  A week later, Miss Amber  Waztowski became Mrs. van
Eisling.  Two months after the wedding, Horace was dead.  His children
suspected foul play.  All that was known for sure was that the old man
had died with a smile on his face.
Amber  inherited fifty million bucks, a boxing gym, and a string of
fighters.  The gym was pretty dilapidated, as were many of the
fighters.   Halligan, whom Sam was trouncing, had been the best of the
bunch.  He had "consoled" Amber  in her time of loss.  Amber  was
looking for new blood.  She decided Sam would do nicely.
The Houston Hurricane was now lying comfortably on the canvas, the
victim of a wicked right cross.  The ref did not bother to count,
declaring Sam the winner.  Amber  licked her lips, smiling.
Once in the locker-room, Sue-Ellen  and Sam begun their erotic ritual.
Sue-Ellen  would remove Sam's shorts and cup.  They would make love on
the training table.  This time, however, they were interrupted when a
tall, gorgeous, redheaded woman burst into the room.
The interloper was dressed in a bright red evening dress. Her luxurious
figure filled out the gown wonderfully.  The spaghetti straps strained
to restrain her bosom.  She smiled as she saw Sam disrobed.  He was
exactly what she wanted  She licked her lips when she gazed upon him.
Sue-Ellen reacted with predictable anger at this intrusion.  "Who the
hell do you think you are - coming in like that?"
Eddie, Sam's manager, followed Amber into the room.  "Sorry kids," he
said, "Mrs. van Eisling was just anxious to meet Sam.  She's thinking of
buying his contract."
"You were wonderful out there tonight." Amber told Sam, "You had my
fighter from the first bell."
"Harry is a good fighter." Sam said, "It was just my night."
"He's humble too." Amber said with a laugh.  She took a step toward
him, putting her hand on Sam's bicep.  She moved it to his massive
shoulder, and ran it over his chest.
"Mmm, you feel solid." she said.  Her hand began to wonder down over
his hard stomach, towards his groin.  She was smiling at him.
"Hey!" Sue-Ellen exclaimed, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just checking the equipment." Amber said.  Her face was a picture
of innocence.
"Yeah?" Sue-Ellen said, "Well, that piece of him belongs to me!"
Amber merely smiled enigmatically.  "Why don't we all go to dinner?"
she suggested, "I'll treat the winner.  You can bring your little
friend. Sam."
Sue-Ellen  simmered.  Amber took them to a very trendy restaurant,
where even the breadsticks cost more than an average hamburger.  They
supped royally on the finest china.  The food was sumptuous.  Sue-Ellen
and Sam had never eaten anything so delectable.
After dinner, they went to an exclusive discotheque.  Amber danced with
a sensuality that seemed to come off of her in palpable waves.
Sue-Ellen  lost steam early in the evening.  This was due to Amber
putting a sedative in her drink.  As a result, Sam danced the whole
night with the wealthy widow.  By the wee hours, he was entranced by the
big redhead.
Sue-Ellen  woke up alone in a strange bedroom.  She was alone  and
naked.  Sam had spent the night with Amber.  Sue-Ellen  had wondered
through the halls of her rival's mansion.  Finally, she found her man in
Amber's hot tub.  Sam and Amber were lounging in the warm water,
kissing.  They had enjoyed a rapturous night of love-making.   Amber had
seduced the young fighter.  Sam was now hers, body  and soul.
Sue-Ellen, enraged, leapt into the tub to attack  Amber.  However,
still groggy from the drug, the barmaid was in no shape to fight the big
redhead.  After a left to the jaw, a right to the belly,  and a knee to
the groin, the dark haired beauty was conquered. Within a few seconds,
Amber was holding  Sue-Ellen   under water.  The beautiful widow would
only let her rival up for a few gasps of air before dunking the poor
brunette again.  After a few minutes of this abuse,  Sue-Ellen   was
reduced to a sobbing wretch.   Amber pressed her breasts against
Sue-Ellen's, pinning the dark haired beauty against the rough wooden
side of the tub.
"Forget about Sam."  Amber told  Sue-Ellen, "You were never in his
class."
Sue-Ellen shook her head, "He's mine." she insisted, "I love him!  He
loves me!"
"Not anymore he doesn't."  Amber said with a scornful laugh, "Now get
off my property!  If you ever come back here, you'll wish you were
dead."
So, Sue-Ellen left  Amber's home, beaten  and humiliated.  Sam watched
her go with sadness, but, under  Amber's attentions, he soon forgot her.
Three weeks later, the big dark haired beauty appeared on  Amber's
doorstep.  Yvette, the pretty French maid, was surprised when she
answered the door.
"Tell your boss I've come to get my man back." Sue-Ellen said. Amber
was incensed when she heard that her rival had returned.  She had been
taking a dip in the pool.  Her scantily clad body emerged from the
water, resembling Botticelli's Aphrodite.  Yvette gave her  Sue-Ellen's
message.
"Bring the bitch back here." she told her servant.  The little French
girl scurried off.
When  Sue-Ellen came into the back yard, Amber said, "I'm surprised you
had the guts to come back here."
"I've come to take what's mine."  Sue-Ellen announced.
Amber laughed.  "You stupid slut!" she said, "Don't you remember what I
did to you last time you were here last time?"
"You drugged me." the dark haired beauty  said, "I never had a chance.
This time it'll be different."
"You think so?" the big redhead countered, "Come to the gym with me
right now."
Sue-Ellen followed the redhead's car to the bad side of town.  The gym
the widow had inherited was located there.  A few of Amber's fighters
were working out.  Sam was punching a heavy bag.  He was astounded to
see Amber and  Sue-Ellen walk in together.
Amber had everyone but Sam leave the premises.  After they all had
left, she asked her lover to referee a fight between  Sue-Ellen and
herself.  He readily agreed.
The two young women stripped.  Amber was still wearing her bikini. 
Sue-Ellen was in black lace panties and bra.  They donned eight ounce
boxing gloves.  Climbing into the ring, the two beauties glared at each
other with undiluted hatred.  Amber smiled arrogantly down at her
opponent.  She was an inch or two taller than the brunette.  Sam rang
the bell.
Sue-Ellen got in the first punch, a left to Amber's jaw.  The redhead
answered with a shot to the boobs that made the brunette grimace.  Amber
followed up with a right to the midriff.  Sue-Ellen groaned. The dark
haired beauty  took another punch to the bustline that stopped her in
her tracks.  She had never been hit so hard before in her life.
Amber laughed.  She had always wanted to fight over a man.  The thought
of physically dominating another woman and taking her mate excited her.
She had trained in the gym almost every day, working out on the heavy
bag and sparring with Yvette.  The big redhead had twice knocked her
maid into La La Land.
Sue-Ellen took another shot to her magnificent body.  Her arms flopped
to her sides.  Just as Amber was going to lay out her rival, the bell
rang.  Round one was over
Amber watched  Sue-Ellen stagger to the far corner.  The fiery haired
temptress smiled.   Sue-Ellen was desperate.  It had only been the first
round, and the big brunette was already in trouble.  Her head was
ringing as she tried to pull herself together.
When the bell rang to open round two,  Sue-Ellen came out swinging.
She tried to match Amber blow for blow.  It soon became apparent, though
that this was a mistake.  Amber launched an uppercut to  Sue-Ellen's
right boob that lifted the dark haired goddess off her feet.  It took
the brunette until the count of five to get to her feet.  Amber put her
left fist into  Sue-Ellen's eye.
Sue-Ellen reeled backwards into the ropes.  The brunette bombshell
hung there as her attacker closed in.  The brunette's lace bra was
shredded under Amber's merciless boob pounding.
The bell rang.  Amber helped  Sue-Ellen back to the brunette's corner.
The redhead put her arms around the brunette's waist and  carried her to
her stool.  After setting down her brown haired burden, Amber did not
return to her own corner.  Instead. she stood before her seated
antagonist.  The big redhead smiled as she contemplated the  damage she
had done to her  rival.   Sue-Ellen was a mess.  Her tits and tummy were
mottled with bruises.  She was bleeding from her mouth and nose.  She
was near tears.  She sat slumped despondently on her stool.
Amber laughed cruelly.  "You're pathetic." she told  Sue-Ellen, "What
did Sam ever see in you?'  A tear ran down  Sue-Ellen's bruised cheek.
"Darling," Amber addressed Sam, "Would you be a dear and take my top
off?"
Sam did as she asked, exposing the widow's impressive chest.  The
redhead stole a kiss from her lover, to her adversary's frustration.
The bell rang.  Amber hauled  Sue-Ellen to her feet.  Encircling the
brunette's slender body with one arm, the big redhead started to punch
her  rival's boobs, belly, and face with her free hand.  A unresisting
Sue-Ellen was helpless.  Her arms dangled uselessly at her sides.  At
the end of the round,  Sue-Ellen was again placed back on her stool.
The dark haired beauty  knew she had lost the fight.  Every pain-filled
muscle in her body screamed for her to surrender, but she refused.  She
was fighting for Sam's sake, as well as her own.  She knew Amber would
tire of her lover, and destroy him as Halligan had been destroyed.
So, when the next round started,   Sue-Ellen rose slowly from her stool
and stagger to the middle of the ring to face almost certain
annihilation.  Her love for Sam could bear any pain.
The next three rounds were hell for the dark haired beauty.  Amber
treated her like a toy, battering her around the ring at will. The
ex-showgirl was throwing hooks to the brunette's body.   Sue-Ellen's
boobs swayed to and fro with every blow.  The brunette clinched with the
redhead whenever possible, desperately seeking any respite she could
from Amber's fists.  Pain and anguish were etched on the barmaid's
face.  Sue-Ellen hit the deck a dozen times.  Each time, through sheer
will power, she managed to beat the ten count.  By the seventh round,
though, there was nothing left of the mountain girl.  A looping left
deep into the brunette's midriff put her on her knees.  Amber stood
above her, laughing.
Sue-Ellen summoned every ounce of her waning strength, launching a
right between the arrogant woman's legs.  Amber's face went pale.  Her
laughter turned shock and surprise.  Her mouth formed a perfect O, and
her eyes crossed.  She fell in a heap, clutching herself.  Her body
thudded to the canvas.
Before Sam could start to count,  Sue-Ellen crawled over to the supine
redhead.  She straddled Amber's stomach.  The dark haired beauty  began
to pummel her  rival's face and tits.  She screamed ephitets at Amber
that would make a sailor blush.  The rich bitch could only groan and
whimper in response.
Sam had to pull  Sue-Ellen off her victim.  At first, the dark haired
spitfire struggled, but when she realized she was in the arms of the man
she loved, the exhausted girl passed out.
Sam carried her tenderly to the lockerroom.  Amber was left lying in
the middle of the ring, in a growing puddle of sweat and blood.  Yvette
would clean up the mess.