FORCED RETIREMENT

Everyone has to move on and grow. This story will be more violent than any prior. There will be shocking events especially if any of you follow these characters.

Wendy had been back 3 months. She had recuperated after her defeat at the hands and fists of Cindy. They pretty much ignored each other. Wendy had gotten another very good job and was now nude fighting the office bigmouth. Matter of fact the fat, no-titted woman was sobbing as she licked Wendy’s ass. The girls were cheering Wendy on. About time you won a fight. Every head in the room turned. Wendy stood. Get lost and the ass licker grabbed her clothes and ran past a very fat Angie Simpson. Susie actually gasped. Angie was then 175 and was now at least 230-240. Her large tits were massive. Her gut hung over her beltline. Her face was bloated and hair scraggily. The once proud fighter was a fucking mess. Wendy sprinted at Angie, only to be tackled by Buffy. Let’s calm down. Angie kicked off her shoes. Why did you come back, Ang? Run out of cigarettes? Wendy tried to run over Buff who was now helped by Cindy. This is my home. Really, a statement not a question. Missy hadn’t said a word and appeared to be stretching during the conversation. The banter continued, until finally. Everyone leave. Missy stood and had a thong on. Angie smiled and stripped to her waist. You and me? I’m fucking going to kill you. The girls all turned. Buffy, Susie and Buffy carried Wendy past Angie. Cindy had everyone’s clothes. Want us to come back? Yeah, to take care of the body. Fat Angie stretched and grunted. Missy marveled that Angie as fat and nasty as she was STILL had great tits. Beg me right now Angie and promise to get help, I’ll help pay and we’ll leave, you can stay with Buffy and I and we’ll forget it. You can deal with Wendy yourself. Really? Yeah. Angie went to her shirt and grabbed a pack of Winstons, pulled one out and lit up. Just in case you old has-been. Ok. Missy sighed.
The 2 former friends and lovers circled each other. So out of touch with each other neither had anything to say. Angie attempted a side headlock and Missy brought Angie to her knees with 2 devastating punches to the ribs. Missy came around and hit Angie in the face with a knee. Angie collapsed, Missy dropped a knee to her gut. Angie grabbed the enormous stomach and sobbed. Missy kicked Angie in the back. Get up! Angie tried to stand but Missy grabbed her by the hair and administered more punches to Angie’s face and chest. Missy now began to measure Angie and snot and blood flew off as Missy connected. Missy finished and shook her fist. Angie swayed. Missy grabbed Angie by the hair and kicked her below the pant line. Angie gagged and surged forward. Her gut almost reached the floor as she gasped for air. Her tits also hung low. Missy now measured her from the side and kicked her across the tit line. Missy now went for the choke out. Missy grabbed Angie around the neck and tightened. Give? Angie raised the middle finger. Missy tightened, Angie struggled but her arms went limp. Missy couldn’t put her out and released. Angie continued to sway on her knees and breathed shallow. Missy had no fight left. Angie was fat and nasty but somewhere in there was HER Angie. Missy slapped Angie lightly. Ang you all right? What do you care? I care a lot about you. Always have. Missy helped Angie up. You know the one thing about me Miss? What? I could take punishment. Suddenly Angie hit Missy with a knee and a look came over Missy’s face. Angie though still beaten up grabbed a bent over Missy by the hair and by her thong and ran her into the doorknob. Blood spurted everywhere as Angie opened a gash above Missy’s right eye. Angie then proceeded to pound the already wounded Missy’s head on the knob and door countless times. Missy finally fell back moaning and bleeding. Angie ripped off the thong and stripped, and then lit up, and then the screaming started. Angie mounted the stunned bleeding ex-friend and pounded her face into chop meat. Missy was never more defenseless than this moment.
Where Missy had a problem beating Angie up, Angie had no such problem. Angie damn near ripped Missy’s tits off. Blood poured from Missy’s gash, nose, mouth and her right eye was closed. Angie stood Missy up and pinned her to a wall. She used her knee to spread Missy’s legs apart and demolished Missy’s pussy with her knee. Beg. Missy was beaten to shit. Angie let her slide down the wall as she grabbed her pussy. Missy’s face was a mask of blood but Angie grabbed it and brought it into her pussy. Angie’s thighs and gut were now huge and her pussy barely visible. She grabbed Missy’s hair as a mane and pushed the bloody mouth in. Do it! Angie smiled. Angie was struck as she came looking down at Missy that Missy for a woman forty-something still had impressive musculature. Angie grabbed Missy around the chin and drove her knee into her back. Angie then plopped herself down on Missy’s back and pulled the chin back. For the first time came a gurgled, please. Angie jerked harder and released. Missy slumped down and Angie stood and stomped her. Missy’s muscular arm reached from her body. Angie damn near broke it. Angie pinned it by standing on the wrist and then she dropped her knee on the meaty part. Missy screamed. Missy cried like a baby. Angie left the room. About 5 minutes later Angie reappeared carrying a pool cue. She broke it over her knee and pulled Missy up and had her lean against the wall. Angie then beat Missy with the broken cue. You’re finished old woman. Then I’m going to pick off the rest of your group. The blonde bitch with the big tits is next. Missy passed out.
Buffy and Susie waltzed into the workout room 3 hours later. Buffy fell to her knees and for the first time Susie saw Buffy cry and then run out. Susie herself could barely walk over to Missy where she was strung up like a side of beef facing the wall and the pool cue stuck out of Missy’s ass. Susie always a rock had fumble fingers trying to free Missy. Pull it out. Susie jumped not expecting Missy to be awake. Now rock-like Susie wept as she pulled the cue out and red beads poured down Missy’s leg. Leave me Susie. Follow Buffy. Angie wants to do this to ALL of us. Susie laid Missy down and ran upstairs and got a blanket and covered her. Missy had the same welts as Wendy. Cigarette burns, fuck. Angie is fat but she can still… Missy passed out and Susie determined as ever followed Buffy. Buffy had run out and been hit by a freight train named Angie. Angie had been watching and while somewhat weak from her beating still wanted another fight, her blood was up. Buffy would be it. Buffy was knocked down and then thrown over the railing and then jammed into her Beamer. Angie took off and was out of sight by the time Susie had gotten out. Buffy was fucked. Buffy had her normal wardrobe of silk shirt and mini. The mini was against the law in 4 states AND Puerto Rico. Angie drove to the back of the park and pulled a still stunned Buffy out. You’ve aged Buff. Buffy hadn’t fought anyone as big as Angie, in well ever. Buffy you’re going to stand here and strip for me. Fuck you. Angie hit the sitting blonde in the mouth. Wanna see tits? Angie pulled her shirt off. These are tits. Not those scrawny things. Buffy tried to stand and Angie beat her down. Finally after 3 times trying Buffy lunged at Angie. Angie was waiting as she bent her leg into Buffy and beat her down again. Now the stomping began. Those clothes are taking a beating along with you. All you have to do is strip. Buffy shook her head. I remember you bitching when you fought your friend Jenny. I’m not a wrestler, I’m a catfighter. Me? I can fight. With that Angie threw a full nelson on Buffy. Buffy’s arms dangled. Buffy tried to fight it but Angie was too mean, too strong and too big. Finally Buffy could feel the blood leaving her extremities. Ok I’ll do it, she whispered. Angie threw her down. Stand up. Buffy hauled herself up and starting unbuttoning her shirt. She tossed the soiled silk out of the line of fire. Keep the high heels on. Buffy dropped her mini and then thong. She then let her breasts go. Angie was amazed. Buffy showed no fear or panic. Buffy was in her fuck you mode. Let’s go. Angie smiled, ok. And then Angie beat Buffy unmercifully, Angie measured Buffy from above and threw countless punches to Buffy’s face and chest and neck. Then dragged a bloody Buffy and threw her into the back seat and produced a 12-inch dildo. Buffy through tear-stained and blood stained eyes cried and Angie fucked her almost to death.
Buffy passed out and stayed with her ass in the air till Jan and Susie found her at 5:00 am. Buffy was in better shape than Missy and they brought Buffy back to the mansion. Cindy was unaware and Wendy, too, leaving for her early morning jog. Wendy with earphones was stunned to see Angie in front of her. She thought of running away but the image of Angie lighting up the night before was too much. Why did you come back? Punish those women. Why? They are all bitches and never were my friends. Really? Yes. You going to beat me up? Like Missy and Buffy last night? Tears came to Wendy’s eyes. Did you hurt Missy bad? Very bad. Now me? No I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Really? Yeah. You know I could take you easy. Yeah I do. Angie had Wendy squirming and was enjoying it. Angie lit up, Wendy turned bright red. Strip, bitch. Wendy began to cry. All right. Wendy stripped. My God a little pudgier but you still have great legs. Yeah and tits, Wendy mumbled. Not better than these. Angie stripped to her waist. Come here. Wendy took 2 steps. Angie grabbed her and put her on her knees. Now strip me. Wendy did and almost gagged at the sight of Angie’s thighs and pussy. Her pussy hadn’t been shaved in months and neither had her legs. Wendy started and Angie fortunately tasted the same and she came quickly. Suck on my tits as Angie jammed the large melons in Wendy’s face. Hmmm. Suddenly Angie dropped between Wendy’s legs. Please don’t. You don’t want me to? No. Ok. Angie crashed her orbs into Wendy’s face. Then go night-night. Wendy thrashed as Angie tried to put her out. Angie grabbed her head and brought it into her cleavage. Wendy’s legs thrashed. Wendy’s legs stopped thrashing. Stupid girl.
It was Saturday and Buffy and Missy had left for well, parts unknown. They were beaten up and at their extended catfight ages had no desire to take on a 230-pound killing machine. They left for an extended vacation. Just like that. Wendy felt lucky that Ang didn’t pummel her. Susie and Jan left for their morning jog together. They always ran the streets and then cut across a 2-mile path through dense woods. As they reached the highest hill they would encounter. Susie was hit across the right arm. Jan jerked to aid Susie and took a shot in the mouth. Jan would lose 2 teeth. Using a baseball fungo bat Angie hit Jan in the gut forcing Jan to tumble back and down the steep incline. Susie tackled Angie but with only one arm and 60 pounds lighter Susie was no match, one on one maybe, now, no. Angie hit Susie with an uppercut staggering her backwards. Angie kicked her over and wrapped the wounded arm around a small tree. After pinning the arm, Angie kept dropping her knee on that shoulder. Then pinning the arm Angie pulled back on Susie’s chin. Angie had Susie’s head 2 feet off the ground and then drove it into the ground. Angie heard Jan trudging up the hill. Angie turned and as Jan’s head peaked over the rise Angie hit her in the forehead with a knee. Jan, again, tumbled back. Angie this time followed. Jan wound up plowing into a dead tree. Angie pulled her up and gut punched her. Jan was done. Angie stripped her to the waist and laid her on the dead tree. Jan had an impressive chest. Angie destroyed the impressive chest. Angie was actually sitting across Jan’s legs and punching, squeezing, groping, fondling, pinching and biting Jan’s chest. Jan was screaming. Suddenly Angie jerked and fell to one side. Susie looking like a truck ran over her, had pushed her off and now was in front of her girlfriend. Susie’s one arm was pinned to her side. NO MORE! Please. Angie stood and pushed Susie away. Susie jerked back at Angie. Angie laughed. You could have stayed on top, but you didn’t. I wish I had a girlfriend that would do that for me. Angie rose and trudged away. In a whisper came from Jan, you did.
Angie wasn’t really moving back but after the “hit” put out on her she wanted to cause as much havoc as possible and then leave. And Cindy, little debutante Cindy was all that was keeping Angie around. Why not keep it simple? She called Cindy and challenged her. Buffy and Missy were done, Wendy didn’t have the guts and Jan and Susie out of action. Angie actually smiled thinking of Cindy. Cindy for all her money was the most real of the group. Cindy saved Wendy and Angie wouldn’t forget that. No one else did, but Cindy did. Angie called Cindy and got an earful. Angie met Cindy in the woods. Cindy had hiking boots, a short pair of shorts and a tank, no bra. Listen I’ll make it simple. You’re it. I want you. Me? Be my girlfriend and come away with me. Away? Are you fucking kidding? No. I’ll never leave you like Lorna. For money Ang you’d leave in a heartbeat. Angie smiled. She KNEW what Cindy’s answer would be. Too bad. Cindy WAS a babe. She was cute and built like a brick shithouse. Susie was built but looked like a butch, but Cindy was built and soft, too. Cindy was now about 145 and her shoulders and arms were muscular. Her legs were beautiful and strong looking. Let’s go. Topless? Fine. Both women stripped and as Ang stripped she stepped towards Cindy and threw a devastating punch to Cindy’s head. Cindy dropped and threw her own right, with her shirt still over her head. Knew you’d take a shortcut, bitch. Cindy had her shirt drop back and she pounded another right to Angie’s ribs. Fuck. Fuck it hurt and fuck Cindy knew she had to hurt Angie more. It was like hitting a tank. Cindy had hurt Angie but she needed to get her off her feet. Angie sprang back and began to pummel Cindy. She ripped the light shirt off. Cindy got off another punch to the ribs. Cindy popped Ang another. Angie exploded after Cindy but Cindy deftly stepped under Angie and stepped away and then drove her shoulder into the back of Angie’s left knee. Angie screamed. Cindy jumped in the air and drove a fist into the nape of Angie’s neck. Now it was Cindy stomping Angie. Angie huge gut was the target. Angie tried to grab the smaller Cindy. Angie retched. Angie turned to her side and Cindy planted her hiking boot in her gut. Cindy now thought of Missy and Buffy. Cindy in rage stomped Angie’s face and upper torso. Nothing was missed. Angie covered up. Cindy instead of subsiding worked herself even more thinking of Missy and Buffy. She kicked Angie in the face. Please no more. Ok put your arms behind your back. NO! She kicked her in the pit of the stomach. Ok was mumbled. Angie grabbed her arms behind her back and Cindy jumped up and landed right on Angie voluptuousness. Angie screamed and covered up again. Cindy began again. Angie was screaming and now tried to stand. Please. Cindy lined Angie up and kicked her between the legs. Angie screamed an anguished scream. Angie had her butt in the air and her arms between her legs and her head was on the ground. Cindy stomped her head. Stomp after stomp, Angie cried and screamed, Cindy kept finding ways of hurting her. Now Cindy placed her foot on Angie’s face and ground it down. Angie tried to beg and plead. Boot prints appeared on her face and chest. Cindy kicked her hard in the neck and Angie went limp. Good I killed the bitch. Angie didn’t move till she began to sob. Cindy stripped and stripped Angie. Angie curled up in a ball. Cindy mounted her and pulled back on her hair. Cindy pulled and stood and jerked back and she planted her booted foot into Angie’s spine. The 145 pound Cindy was TOTALLY dismantling the 235 fat Angie. Through tears and sobs Angie begged and pleaded. No more. Cindy brought Angie to her knees and continued to pound Angie. Angie was almost out. Suddenly Cindy jerked. A heavyset brunette ran through the clearing. Oh I’m sorry? Cindy smiled. I’m sorry. Is she ok? No. I have a cell. A cell won’t help her. Are you going to beat me up? Do you deserve it? The girl laughed good-naturedly. Probably. Cindy laughed. Angie was whispering, no more. What’s your name? Beverly. Want to get eaten out? By her? Yeah. No, she’s bleeding more than a blood bank. Ever get eaten out? Why do think I’m working out? So no? No? Cindy kicked Angie one more time and bound her arms with a belt. I’ll do it. I’m horny and you’re cute. Really? If you really think so, you’re the first in about 7 years. Sorry and Cindy put a lip lock on Bev. Uh that was nice but this is far from romantic. I mean you’re a babe. Do I know you? No. And let’s not forget the bleeder tied to a tree. You really think you can get me off? Oh yeah. Bev stepped back and removed the sweatshirt. Bev had beautiful long brown hair. It had a sheen to it. She was had an oval face and was pretty in the extreme. She dropped her blue tights. Bev was about 5’8 and over 195. 1 She had a pear shaped body. She looked around and dropped her bra. Her body was tanned and Bev had cute medium sized breasts that stayed up pretty well. She had a gut and thick legs as she dropped her panties, Cindy could see a shaved patch. Cindy gave Bev no respite and grabbed her and kissed again and groped her breasts. Hmmm. But lower and watch the cobwebs that area has been unexplored for awhile. Bev leaned back and Cindy DID go lower and Bev’s eyes popped as well, Cindy did her thing. Bev was vocal, very vocal. She was obviously loving it, romantic or not. Bev erupted for about the 5th time and grabbed Cindy. She rolled on top of Cindy and began loving HER. Cindy now moaned. Suddenly Bev was kicked over and thrown out the way. A very bloody and bruised Angie jumped on Cindy. Cindy was fucked. Cindy could barely move and Angie was motivated. Just as suddenly someone grabbed Angie and smashed her head on the tree and punched her 5 times. Angie now melted, out. Shit, babe, you’re fun exclaimed Bev. Cindy breathed hard. Holy shit, Angie had her except for…. Bev. Hey Bev like to come over my place? No, my place.
Within the hour they were topless with a glass of wine and Bev was telling Cindy her life story. She wasn’t always heavy and she produced a picture of her in black leather pants and a bra prior to a boxing match she had in Sturges during Bike Week, circa well she wouldn’t say. How did you do? I kicked her ass, then fought the next 2 weight class champs and kicked their ass. Toughie? Yeah once. Now just fat. No you’re not. Cindy sat on Bev’s stomach and played with boobs. Nice. Cindy rode higher sitting on her face. Bev was good. As they lay afterward, Bev asked. Whatcha doing tomorrow? Not much. Want to second me? For? A fight? Who? Bitch from work who has been trying to goad me into one for months. I’m going to call her and believe me she’ll cancel her wedding to fight me. Hate each other? Arch-enemies.
Cindy who had laid a beating on Angie cringed. This was no fight. It was a slaughter almost from the first punch. One fighter was just hanging on and the other toying with them.
Cindy accompanied Bev for her fight at 6. Her opponent Melissa had to work till 5, but was anxious to “fuck” Bev up, her words. The fight would be held in a clearing ¾ of a mile in off the main road. Bev was having kittens. It was cool and she was sweating. She and Cindy entered the clearing and Melissa and her second Tracy entered from the North. Melissa peeled her shirt and bra as if nothing. The fight would be topless and with hands taped. Melissa was blonde and about 5’8 and slimmer than Bev who was 5’9 and chunky. Cindy took in both women’s breasts. Both had smaller breasts but really nice and firm. Cindy laughed as it was nice to see normal size breasts. Jan, Buffy, fat Angie, Wendy all had large to huge breasts. Both women were taller but Bev had a size advantage. Melissa was a damn fine looking female. Cindy who was no slouch in the looks department could see her and Melissa sucking face real easy. Both were topless, Melissa with jeans and Bev with grey tights, both with tennis shoes. Melissa had long blonde hair braided and a hint of muscle. Bev had a gut and thick legs. It would be no-holds barred boxing. Cindy wrapped Bev’s hands and Tracy did Melissa. Melissa was joking around and yelling insults at the fat slut. Ok, I sucked off her ex, Bev admitted. Both women’s nipples were extended. Let’s go! Bev smiled and turned. Melissa was waiting in the middle. You’re fucking dead. Bev shivered. They raised their hands and moved around. Bev moved in and punched Melissa in the shoulder with a short right. Melissa dropped her with a counterpunch as Bev left herself open. Bev jumped up and moved away. Bev threw a haymaker and Melissa ducked away and hit Bev in the head. Bev smarted and moved into Melissa and tried a left hook, Melissa beat her to it and dropped her again with a right. Melissa stood above her and rained down punches. Bev finally turned to her stomach. Melissa laughed and moved off. Finally as Bev got up Melissa lost the smile and moved into Bev and the beating began. Melissa flicked lefts into Bev’s face and chest. Cindy counted 3 times she threw 3 lefts and then a right. Bev could barely defend herself. Melissa caught Bev by an old dead tree and bludgeoned her. Bev fell back and Melissa threw 5 punches at Bev’s tits. Bev rolled on the log covering up and Melissa hit her in the head twice. Melissa began to sweat and looked more beautiful, Cindy thought. Melissa pinned Bev to the log by the chin and threw countless punches to the face and upper torso. Melissa finished her off by throwing a perfectly placed knee between Bev’s spread legs. Bev dropped to one side and rolled off holding her crotch, crying. Melissa grabbed her by the head and pulled her back up and this time stripped off her tights. Bev was now beaten and stripped and sobbing. Finally, please. Melissa smiled and climbed on the beaten Bev and posed. But then Melissa suddenly again rained down punches on Bev’s face. Bev was screaming as her face was turned into crimson. Melissa she’s done. She beaten and nude! Cindy liked Bev but she also knew better to get involved in someone’s fight UNLESS Bev was completely defenseless and REALLY taking a beating. Plus there were 2 of them. Last thing Cindy wanted was a beating. Bev was now crying and begging. Melissa started to play with her, tapping and slapping her. Melissa grabbed her breasts and twisted. No more, please. Ok, no more. Melissa took a step and twirled and kicked Bev right between the legs. Cindy cringed as the kick hit. Cindy thought it was the worse crotch kick she’d ever seen. Bev turned bright red and could barely speak. She was nude, beaten on the ground, crying holding her devastated pussy. Melissa placed her foot on Bev’s shoulder and Tracy took a picture as Melissa pulled Bev up by the hair. You want some bitch? Cindy smiled, not today. Have to tend to the wounded. Pussy. Melissa’s expression suddenly changed. Sorry, she stole my guy and sucked him in the parking lot. She’s not worth your effort. Bev was writhing on the ground still screaming. Melissa dressed and they left. Cindy sat on the tree as Bev continued to sob and writhe. Cindy knew the writhing could continue. She’d been kicked there a few times and it hurts. Where the fuck were you, while she was ambushing me? Ambush? She kicked your ass? She took advantage of me. And where were you? Why do you think I asked you to be my second? Hey I didn’t do any sucking in a car, bitch. Bev propped herself up. How would you like to get your scrawny ass kicked? Cindy thought and then… laughed. By who? You? You’re one nut short as the guys would say. Fuck you. Cindy was tiring of Bev. See ya before I kick your ass again. Cindy trotted off in the opposite direction. Tracy was getting into car. Melissa turned, now you want to fight? Nah. Wine? Melissa and Cindy adjourned to Cindy’s place.
You couldn’t take Cindy? Angie had shown up at Wendy’s door. IF I let you in and THEY find out they’ll beat ME to a piss. Please I have nowhere to go. Angie looked as bad as Missy and Buffy put together. Fucking little cunt kicked my ass but good. She kept getting worked up and stomping me. Angie stripped and Wendy was appalled at the boot print on Angie’s tit. She just kept stomping and kicking me. Angie leaned against the wall and slid down after entering. Angie was done. Ok I’ll tend to you. Wendy had nothing but a robe and panties on. She went to the bathroom and had to think quickly. She dropped the robe and took out white athletic tape and bound her hands. Angie was almost out as Wendy returned. Angie didn’t look up. You’ve bound your hands and are going to thrash me. Get to it and Wendy did. Angie continued looking down as Wendy kicked and punched her. Angie when she walked in was a mass of bruises. Wendy opened a gash with her overhand rights. Blood now trickled down Angie’s face. The near nude Wendy as Cindy before her was in a rage. When Wendy’s hands began to hurt so she grabbed Angie’s head and smashed it into the wall and molding. Angie passed out, moaning. Wendy ripped the tape off and stripped Angie. She dragged Angie in a side room and tied her to a couch and the legs of a TV. Angie, bloody mess was spreadeagled in the TV room. Wendy let her bleed. Wendy smiled as she kicked Angie’s blubbery gut and it moved. You are a fucking fat bitch. Angie was so fat Wendy couldn’t see Angie’s pubic region amongst gut and thighs. Wendy wiped off Angie’s mouth and lower face so she wouldn’t gag on blood. She continued bleeding. Angie revived after an hour.