The usual warning caveats about violence and sex apply. NO ONE under the age of 18 should read or be in possession of this story.

Dedications are many for this tale, my friends. I've been in a funk of late, but some nice folks have pulled me through. To Dawnstar, Amanda and Trish...kickass girls!

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Private Eye

The black-clad redhead quietly closed the door to the trailer and thought to herself, "That was easier than I thought."

Lisa McIvers was a private eye. On this hot, summer evening, the sexy flame-haired beauty had recovered a stolen set of blueprints for a well-paying client from a construction site office in the city's renaissance zone. Dressed from head-to-toe in black (boots, stockings, tight shorts, long sleeve blouse and gloves) to allow her to blend in to the shadows, Lisa headed towards her black Pontiac Firebird and looked forward to a hot bath and a 50,000 paycheck.

The Irish lass never saw the ambush coming.

The first blockbuster blow smashed in to her right kidney just above the waistline of her tight black shorts. Lisa's body arched in agony as she turned to face her attacker. The back of her head exploded in agony, staggering her. She was trying to focus on the person in front of her when a kick to her cunt dropped the redhead to her knees. Lisa was then kicked hard in the back, ending up sprawled face down in the dirt, moaning in pain.

"Get up, tough bitch!" the redhead heard from behind her as she was jerked to her feet by the ponytail while she tried to clear her head.

Back on her feet, her arms pulled back in a very strong grip, Lisa was finally able to identify her attackers.

The black woman standing in front of her was Natalie Armstrong. The last Lisa had heard, Natalie was a collector for pimps. At five feet eight inches tall, the gorgeous (36C-25-37) black woman had a mean streak a mile long. She always got her money from the johns, many of whom needed a stay in the hospital after tangling with her.

Lisa tangled with her last year, barely beating her in a pier-six back alley brawl uptown. Even though Natalie looked hot in her boots, tight jean shorts and knotted blouse, the redhead was more concerned with her opponent's gloved fists. She'd barely survived a one-on-one encounter with them before, and things weren't looking good at that moment.

"What's the matter, Natalie," Lisa said with more confidence than she was feeling, "didn't learn your lesson from the beating I gave you last time?"

Natalie smiled as she saw the redhead's eyes flash as she heard her partner reply, "Mouthy as ever, aren't you McIvers?"

Lisa easily recognized the voice of Corina Spagnola. The busty brunette, daughter of the local Mob boss, was determined to become the first "made" woman in the city. Packing a 36C-25-35 figure in to a 5-6, 135 pound frame that led many of her male peers to underestimate her, Corina made sure the price for that was usually severe. Lisa knew she was in big trouble. Her last encounter (a warehouse recon gone bad) with the dark-haired beauty took all of her fighting skills (and some luck) to walk away from.

As Natalie pulled her black leather gloves tighter over her fists, she told her partner, "That's okay, Cory. I'm fixin' to beat 'miss tough talk' down a notch or two!"

Lisa knew she could take whatever Natalie could dish out. Been there, done that. Her 5'7" 125 pound frame (sporting a 34D-22-35 figure) was able to take a lot of punishment. What really worried her, as she hung pinned tight in Corina's grip, was if she could handle a beating from both bitches.

The powerful black babe ended her reverie with a succession of short, quick punches to her guts. Natalie worked her arms like pistons, slamming rapid-fire blows all over the redhead's midriff area. Lisa was proud of her abs, but she never trained them to take this kind of abuse. It was a matter of minutes before Natalie's punches began driving deeper and deeper into the redhead's guts.

Natalie suddenly stopped and smiled broadly as she cocked her right fist down, ready to sling a beautiful uppercut in to the gagging redhead's nose.

"Ah, ah, ah!" her dark-haired partner said. "You know the deal you black bitch."

Natalie frowned, and then fired her cocked fist viciously into Lisa’s solar plexus. All the air rushed out of the redhead, and she would have collapsed to the dirt if not for Corina keeping her erect. The powerful black woman's next blow penetrated deep into Lisa's belly button. The redhead's feet lifted off the ground, the brunette behind her supporting her entire weight.

Once Lisa's feet relaxed enough to touch the ground again, Natalie grabbed the waistband of the redhead's shorts with her right hand, and slammed three slow, savage left-handed blows in to Lisa's lower abdomen, the last impacting just above her cunt.

"Watch it, bitch," Corina growled, "That puss is mine!"

"Fuck you," Natalie replied. "No cunt, no face. What the fuck's the use!"

Lisa's jaw exploded skyward as the black woman hit her with an uppercut that carried all she had. Natalie smiled as she dropped her fist, saying with mock innocence, "Sorry, red. That tit punch missed."

Lisa's head slumped on to her chest, eyes shut and jaw hanging limp. A line of drool dripped down her chin. Natalie quickly pulled her forward as she drove her fist deep in to the redhead's ribcage. Lisa’s body jerked hard as the punch connected. The black woman pushed her back, then pulled her forward again driving her fist up onto Lisa’s ribcage yet again. Natalie repeated these actions as she pistoned eight power punches into a single point in the defenseless redhead's ribs.

The "CRAAACK!" of Lisa's rib breaking was music to the buxom black's ears. "Mission accomplished, bitch!" she growled before rifling her knee straight in to the redhead's open cunt.

Natalie backed away as Corina, finally fed up that her "associate" wasn't playing by the "rules", released Lisa and began to chew her out. The redhead crumbled to the dirt, sobbing in a heap as she lay in the fetal position holding her bruised and broken insides, nauseous and weak.

The black woman raised her hands in an "I'm innocent" motion as she backed away from the angry brunette.

"Hey, Cory, easy baby. I was just havin' a little fun. I'd kill this bitch myself if I wasn't makin' so much jack beatin' her down!"

The brunette stopped and smiled as she, too, remembered the tidy sum they were getting to do something they enjoyed to a bitch they both hated enough to kill. "My turn then," Corina said as she watched the powerful black first yank Lisa to her feet, then put her in a full nelson.

Stepping in front of the woozy private eye, the brunette smiled and said, "I'm gonna enjoy this, you fucking twat."

Lisa forgot all about the pain of the broken rib when Cory's first knee slammed up hard between her legs. The saucy brunette whipped three more cunt-busting knees in to the juncture of the redhead's legs before she backed away. Lisa gagged, her groin area exploding in agony.

Corina then spent the next ten minutes displaying her punching skills on the redhead's full breasts. The brunette worked up a sweat beating Lisa's gorgeous orbs, not wanting to quit until they were extensively swollen and bruised. Cory ripped open the redhead's blouse, buttons flying, to get a better view of her targets. Lisa's sheer, black bra never stood a chance when the brunette roughly grabbed both cups and ripped it asunder. The redhead squirmed as Corina resumed beating her fists rhythmically on her thrusting breasts.

The buxom brunette maintained a slow and deliberate tempo as her fists mercilessly slammed into Lisa's tortured titflesh. The ravaged redhead began to scream as she struggled against Natalie's hold, violently bucking to free herself from the searing pain that was her tits. Finally, her screams turned into one continuous howl of agony.

Cory shut her up with a massive backhand slap that almost knocked her out of her black partner's grip. A stream of blood, sweat and spittle was easily slung ten feet off Lisa's face. Natalie didn't say a word.

The dark-haired woman's body was covered in a sheen of sweat as she gazed at the captive detective, admiring her fistic handiwork. The pinned woman's breasts were now very swollen. Lisa's soft titflesh was red and bruised, her nipples severely distended. She hung motionless in the iron grip of the similarly-glistening black woman, moaning.

Cory resumed her attack on Lisa. She snapped a kick to Lisa's cunt, and after Natalie let her double over, followed with a knee to the breasts, two rights and two lefts to each hanging tit, and finally another devastating kick to the pussy. Natalie leg go of the redhead, and Lisa went down gasping for air. She'd never been hit so much in her entire life.

The brunette wrapped her left hand in Lisa's ponytail, then drug her back to her feet. Cory pushed the woman against her car and kept the redhead standing with a choking hold on her throat.

"Too bad I can't finish you off myself, you Irish bitch. But I can make you wish I could!" the brunette hissed.

Cory gave the redhead five quick, powerful punches to each breast, piercing each orb stright through the nipples. Cory slammed eight uppercuts, four under each swollen globe. Lisa grunted with the first four, and then the brunette heard nothing from the beaten redhead. Cory had a smile on her face as she drove a final titanic knee-blow into Lisa's pubic bone.

Cory slid to the side after withdrawing her knee from her opponent's groin like a sword. From the delicious little "CRUUUNCH!" she'd heard, the brunette knew she'd cracked the little bitch's pubic bone. The redhead first dropped to her knees, then her upper body fell forward, emitting a small "UGHHHHH!" as her face hit the ground.

As Lisa knelt with her face in the dirt, puking blood and spittle from her nose and mouth, trying to keep air in her lungs, unable to feel her pussy anymore, she could barely make out a new pair of black boots standing next to her. The woozy redhead then heard an accented voice say, "Verrrrry good, ladies. You've done vell, very vell indeed!"

Lisa groaned as her head was slowly pulled up off the ground by her ponytail. As she came upright, still on her knees with her arms hugging her ravaged tits and cunt, she looked right in to the smiling face of a kneeling Yelena Khorkina.

The blonde frowned as she spied the shocked expression on Lisa's face. "Oooooh," she said, "you are not happy to zee me, eh you leetle beech?"

For the battered redhead, nothing could be truer.

Four years ago, Yelena ran a Ukrainian money-laundering ring. It took Lisa, who got involved while working on another case, seven weeks to track down the location of the blonde bombshell's hideout. The redhead joined the police raid, and pursued her blonde quarry as Yelena tried to escape. The two women fought savagely from office to office four floors above the raid. Their private fistfight lasted almost an hour before Lisa slugged the blonde cold on top of a desk. The redhead spent two weeks in the hospital while Yelena got five to ten in the state penitentiary.

The blonde cocked her black-gloved right fist back, and smiling wickedly, told Lisa, "Toonite I keel you, you miserable fucking beetch!"

Yelena's punch smashed straight in to the redhead's nose with a solid "THWAAACK!" Lisa fell over and lay moaning on her back as the blonde got to her feet.

"Pick thees piece of sheet up and hold her," Yelena told her partners.

After she was jerked up roughly to her feet by Natalie and Corina, Lisa got a good look at her opponent.

Yelena was a gorgeous 28-year-old blonde who could get anything she wanted with either her looks or her fists. These talents had served her well since coming to America, both in and out of prison. She was tall, standing 5 feet nine inches, and her 40D-26-36 measurements weighed in at a muscular 155 pounds. When Lisa spied the black stockings, short black miniskirt, black center-tied bikini top and matching vest, she couldn't resist taunting the buxom blonde.

"Dressing for...the cunt-lickers...in the slammer...blondie?"

Yelena's backfist almost took Lisa's head off.

The blonde smiled as she replied, "That's it, babee, talk your sheet!" Yelena watched as Natalie and Corina pushed the redhead against the side of her car, each woman holding an arm. Once Lisa was stationary, the blonde said, "I've vaited a long time for thees, Leeza."

The fists came slow at first, then faster as Yelena belted the redhead's face from side to side with savage crossing blows. The blonde took all head shots since her associates had already mercilessly beaten up Lisa's torso. Yelena soon tired of slinging normal crossing punches in to the wounded redhead, and began whipping vicious, deliberately aimed backfists across Lisa's mouth and jaw.

The sound of leather smacking flesh echoed in the empty construction site as the blonde took her revenge.

Lisa's head hung down on her chest, blood pouring from her mouth and nose. The sweating blonde sank her left hand into the redhead's bangs and jerked Lisa's head up to face her.

"A long time indeed!" Yelena growled as she ripped a brutal uppercut in to the point of Lisa's chin.

Then she paused, and hit her again.

And again.

And yet again.

Yelena looked at both Natalie and Corina, giving them a signal. The woman pulled the redhead away from the side of the car.

As the blonde's next uppercut slammed in to Lisa's jaw, the two released the redhead. Lisa's body slammed back hard in to the side of the Firebird, her head blasted skyward by the blonde's wicked punch. Yelena dropped her fist and stepped aside as she enjoyed the sight of her redheaded enemy falling face first in to the dirt, out cold.

The three woman gazed down at Lisa's barely breathing form, spread-eagled face down but still sexy in her boots, stockings, shorts, blouse and gloves.

Yelena knew what was coming next, and her pussy got wetter just thinking about it.

The blonde had Lisa just where she wanted her: so badly beaten that the redhead couldn't fight back, yet still able to take more punishment. Yelena looked at her "associates" and told them, "Thank you veree much, ladies. Your money is in your cars. Leave us now."

Natalie and Corina smiled as they backed away from the unconscious redhead. They knew that the big blonde was going to kill the Irish bitch lying on the ground. The black woman wanted so much to do the job herself, but couldn't argue with a 25,000 payday just to use her fists enough to break a rib or two. The Italian brunette also wanted the pleasure of finishing off Lisa once and for all, but with her 25-G she was going to be able to finance the operation to finally make her the first "made" woman in the city's Mob.

After both of her partners had departed, Yelena laughed aloud as she thought, "I'm sure vee vill meet again, ladies. And then you, too, vill be laying beaten at my feet!"

Lisa could hear herself moaning as she began to come to. "At least I'm not dead," the redhead thought to herself as she started to come around more fully. She could taste the dried blood on her lips and smell it through her battered nose. Her breathing was labored, each inhale eliciting a painful response from her left side courtesy of Natalie's potent fists. Lisa could almost feel her pussy again, but knew from the fuzzy ache between her legs that Cory's boots and knees had done a thorough job. Laying on her back next to her car, she slowly pushed her upper body off the ground to lean reclined on her elbows.

She finally noticed that she was topless. Her woozy eyes briefly focused on her wrecked bra and shredded blouse lying in a heap several feet away. Once they fully focused, the redhead also noticed Yelena standing in front of her, fists on her hips, legs spread wide.

The menacing blonde was also topless. Yelena's big tits stood firm and round on her chest, nipples hard as diamond in their center.

"Get up, you fucking leetle beech," was all the blonde said.

Lisa sighed and struggled to her feet. "If I'm going out," she thought, "at least I'm going out fighting."

Yelena smiled as she watched the redhead stagger on her feet. She'd dreamed of this every day she was incarcerated. Growing up in the old Soviet Union was rough, and the tall blonde learned how to fight before she learned how to fuck. She'd almost bested the flame-haired bitch in that office four years ago, coming close to winning too many times to count. But the private eye had the constitution of a horse! Another woman had never, ever punched Yelena out until that night, and that was more the result of the red-haired bitch simply outlasting the blonde. Tonight would be different!

Once Lisa was on her feet, she weakly raised her gloved fists. Yelena, grinning, advanced on her. The redhead slowly cocked her right fist back, but the blonde's right fist was faster. A lot faster.

And it carried four years worth of hate and lust for revenge behind it as it smashed across Lisa's jaw.

The redhead staggered backwards, but stayed on her feet.

The blonde loved it. "Veree good, Lezza. Letz zee how long you stay on zee feet zis time, beetch!" she said.

Yelena slugged Lisa again, this time with a left cross. The redhead stood firm this time, only her head and torso swinging in response to the blow. The blonde's whipping back fist elicited a grunt from Lisa as her body slung in the opposite direction. A right cross, right back fist, left cross, and left back fist, complete with pauses in between blows, had the redhead reeling.

The Ukrainian woman couldn't resist sinking a low blow in to Lisa's busted cunt. As the redhead bent over in agony, Yelena clipped her jaw with a short, wicked uppercut. The blow popped Lisa erect again, and she staggered punch-drunk and woozy in front of the grinning blonde.

"I can do ziss all night, babee," the blonde cooed as she lined up another right cross and then smashed it into Lisa's nose.

The next right crosses hit where Yelena carefully aimed and connected to the redhead's left cheek, left eye, mouth, nose and finally an especially wicked punch to the jaw.

Lisa finally staggered backwards.

Yelena, sweating heavily now, gleefully followed her.

A savage right back fist kept the redhead back-pedaling. A left uppercutting back fist smashed Lisa's head upwards and dropped her to one knee. The blonde closed, jerked the Irish woman's head up by the bangs, and buried her right fist straight in to her opponent's nose. As Yelena paused as she slowly pulled her gloved right fist back again, she finally noticed how wet she was. "Just like it was in prison," the blonde thought to herself. Her next blow smashed down in to Lisa's mouth, driving her to both knees. The blonde was creaming herself as her fist slowly and deliberately pistoned in to the redhead's upturned face again, and again, and again.

Her final, hardest punch knocked Lisa from her grasp. While the redhead fell with a grunt to the ground on her back, Yelena squealed in delight as she finally came. The blonde staggered as her pussy exploded in pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm gotttt," Yelena moaned in ecstacy.

Lisa, twitching in utter agony on the ground, could only watch.

Out of breath, Yelena whispered huskily as she reached down and yanked the pounded private eye back to her feet, "I...vant...MORE!"

The blonde easily woman-handled Lisa against the front nose of the Firebird, her sexy ass cheeks sitting right on the nose of the powerful black automobile. Yelena steadied the beaten redhead with a firm, left-handed grip in the waistband of the woman's black shorts.

Lisa knew she was beaten. She knew it in her heart. She knew it in her soul. Still, she found the energy to hiss at the blonde tormentor.

"Fuck...you...bitch...it...took...three...of...you."

Yelena smiled, cocked her aching right fist back yet again, and replied, "Venn you die, beetch, it vill be from a punch from one feest, Leeza. MINE!"

The powerful blonde's uppercut slammed Lisa's back hard against the hood of her car with a "THWAAAACK!" Yelena savored the view of her beaten, bleeding; topless enemy sprawled out on the hood, then jerked Lisa back up again by her red locks. After re-securing her grip on the waistband of Lisa's black shorts, the buxom blonde carefully lined up her next savage uppercut to the redhead's face.

The back-to-back sounds of leather-clad fist meeting female flesh immediately followed by that same female flesh hitting metal echoed through the construction site.

At three in the morning, no one could stop the blonde from killing Lisa, and no one but Yelena could hear the sounds.

To the sweating blonde, it was the best foreplay she'd ever had.

To the shattered redhead, it was her end.

"CRAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAACK!"

"CRAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAACK!"

"CRAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAACK!"

"CRAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAAACK!"

"CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!" "THWAAAAAAAAAAACK!"

Mercifully, Lisa passed out from the sixth uppercut. Yelena cared less. Her entire universe shrank down to two things: her bloody right fist, and her constantly cumming cunt.

Tired of having to pull the redhead back off the hood, the lust-crazed blonde mounted the Irish bitch's prone body on the hood. Yelena's fists went wild, back fisting Lisa's face with every ounce of her strength. Fist after fist after deadly leather-gloved fist bashed Lisa's head side to side, leaving bloody trails from the impacts.

And while she kept punching, Yelena kept cumming.

But somehow, through the red haze of hatred and revenge, through the crashing, soaking multiple orgasms, the superheated busty blonde knew it was time.

"Time...to...kill...this...fucking...beetch!" Yelena thought to herself.

She groaned as she jerked Lisa's head off the hood by the sweat-soaked bangs for the final time...

"DIEEEEEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!!!!!"

"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"

The impact of the final crossing punch killed Lisa instantly, and Yelena ended up spread-eagled on top of her, her heavily sweating body jerking and humping as a result of the hardest orgasm of her life. It took almost fifteen minutes until the blonde slowly slid off her dead opponent and staggered away victorious.

The construction crew called the cops after daybreak to report they'd found a dead and savagely beaten redhead sprawled on the hood of a black car at their site.

Yelena was able to savor the victory for two years, but what happened then is a tale for another time!