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BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS - PORN STARS BOXING Pt. 1/3 (F/F) - by Kim and
Ginny

*****DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended for those
under the age of 18. The people named are public figures and actions
described are fantasy based on characters they play in the movies.
*****

	The figure glided through the darkened arena with cat-like grace. The
clicking sounds from her high heels on the cement floor echoed off the
bare walls. She paused briefly in the shadows to look around as if she
were expecting someone, then moved into the light from a half-opened
dressing room door. Her dark hair was cut short and her curvaceous
figure was bound in a short tight knit dress that molded to her full
breasts and the curve of her stomach. It was a striking picture when she
turned her head and the light illuminated her beautiful face. Her fans
would have recognized her immediately. It was Jeanna Fine, the popular
porn star.
	She studied the ring in the center of the arena as she walked down the
aisle. When she reached it, she ran her hand lovingly over the canvas
and sighed, "Tonight. It won't be long darling, we'll get revenge
tonight. That bitch will pay for what she did." The black-haired actress
was startled from her thoughts by the sound of footsteps. She turned and
recognized the two women walking toward her. They were featured players
in the movie she was directing and two of the three principal
participants in the nights entertainment. 
	The first was a tall brunette, the popular porn actress Zara Whites. At
her side was one of the women who would be boxing in the ring later that
evening, Heather Hunter. Heather was a small, compactly built black
woman and a rising star in the porn film business. Her career had been
boosted by a close personal relationship with Jeanna.
	Zara kissed Jeanna and didn't flinch when Jeanna grabbed her ass in
both hands and asked, "Is this seat taken?" as she pulled her body close
in a passionate embrace. Zara sighed happily, "It's all yours Mistress."
Heather stood to the side, patiently watching with a thin smile on her
lips. When the brunette broke the kiss, Jeanna took Heather by the waist
and kissed her too. Jeanna stood with her arms around both women as they
looked at the ring. "You both know the plan," she said conspiratorially.
"Any last minute questions or concerns from either of you?" 
	Zara giggled and shook her head, "Uh-uh. I know exactly what to do and
I'm looking forward to it. I just hope your new subbie can hold up her
end of the bargain." She leaned over and poked Heather in the breast
with a long fingernail. "You know what we're gonna do to you if you fuck
this up don't you?" Zara felt a tremor run though Heather's tight body
at the threat. "Yeah, I know. Don't you worry none `bout it, I got all
that bitch needs right here." Heather put a clenched fist under Zara's
chin and pushed the brunette's head back. "If you'd been able to handle
her when you had your chance, this wouldn't be necessary. But since it
is, I'm looking forward to it."
	Jeanna grabbed Heather's fist and pulled it away from Zara's chin.
"None of that! You already got an opponent for tonight and you may have
your hands full with that one. Just remember what Zara and I are going
to do to the loser." Heather shivered, but glared at Zara and chuckled.
She loved seeing fear in a white bitch's eyes and she couldn't wait to
see it in Sunny McKay's when she faced the young Australian porn star in
that same ring. 
	Heather looked at the corner where Sunny would be standing that evening
as she waited for her to make her appearance. She imagined the blonde's
white body tangled in the ropes, drenched in her own sweat as blood ran
from her nose. Heather wanted to save her nose for the last, to see the
blood running down her face as she wept and pleaded for the black woman
to stop hurting her. That's what Heather got off on, hurting girls. She
thought how pretty red blood looked on white skin and Sunny McKay had
the nicest whitest skin Heather had seen in a while. She recalled the
movie she and Sunny had done a few years earlier when she felt Sunny had
disrespected her. Now the white girl was going to regret it and Heather
wanted her to know when the night was over the reason she'd been so
badly beaten.
	The current movie, "Violent Vixens", was about women in the video
fighting business. Sunny McKay and Heather Hunter played a pair of
newcomers to the scene. Veteran porn star Jeanna Fine not only played a
wily promoter, but was also the producer and director. Tonight was the
fight scene in which Sunny and Heather were matched against each other
in their first video fight. Both actresses had limited boxing
experience, Sunny having won her only boxing match against Zara Whites
and Heather having done a few "foxy boxing" matches against some
experienced opponents. 
	To make the fight as realistic as possible, Jeanna decided to have the
two women box for real while she filmed it with multiple cameras, a live
crowd and no rehearsals. She was also charging admission which would
cover the cost of  renting the gym and video equipment, thus increasing
her profits. Sunny's husband Barry had hired an ex-pro boxer to teach
Sunny the basics and work on her techniques and in six weeks of hard
work she had shown rapid development in the two months since she'd
signed for the movie.

 THE CONTRACT SIGNING 

	Jeanna Fine leaned back in her chair and crossed her shapely legs above
the knee. Barry and Sunny's eyes widened in surprise when they saw she
wasn't wearing panties. "So, Barry," Jeanna purred, "Have you thought
about my offer?" Jeanna made a studied effort to ignore the beautiful
blonde beside Barry McKay and it wasn't easy. Sunny McKay was one of the
beautiful young women in the porn industry and Barry was her
manager/husband. Barry cleared his throat and nodded nervously, "Yes, I
think it's all clear, although I'm a little nervous about Sunny being in
a real boxing match, even in the movies. I'd have to know who she was
gonna fight before we sign." 
	Jeanna acknowledged Sunny for one of the few times since she'd entered
her small office at the studio as she asked Barry, "Is your little girl
afraid she might get hurt?" Sunny flushed and she leaned forward to
speak but Barry's hand on her arm stopped her before she could say a
word. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and shook his head. "No,
we're not afraid, but I don't want someone who's a lot bigger or
stronger than she is. You see, Sunny's never boxed before and I wouldn't
want her to be injured, especially by some big, strong girl." Sunny
looked at her husband incredulously. He knew she'd boxed once before but
he held her arm in a pre-arranged signal for her to be silent. She sat
back in her chair and pouted.
	Jeanna grinned wickedly. "Well, I have to warn you that P.J. Sparxx has
agreed to take Sunny's role if it's too much for her." It was all Jeanna
could do to keep from laughing at the expressions on Sunny and Barry's
face at the mention of Sunny's number one rival, but she controlled the
impulse and continued. "I know P.J. took over for Sunny in her last
movie but don't worry about it. The girl I cast  is Heather Hunter.
Sunny's worked with her before. She's smaller and lighter than Sunny, so
you shouldn't have any problem with her. Is that OK?" "Ohhhhh, Heather,"
Sunny said with a grin, "I know she's a hot little number. She's really
cute. Petite, but cute. I like her." Jeanna nodded, "Is that OK with you
Mr. McKay?" He looked at Sunny and she nodded eagerly. "All right," he
said quickly, "It's a deal." 
	"Look I don't blame you for worrying about Sunny. I'd be concerned as
well if I'd never boxed before." She slid a business card across her
desk. "This guy used to train a former middleweight champion. I hired
him to train Sunny for a week prior to shooting so she'll at least look
like a fighter. If you want more lessons, you can pay for them
yourselves." Barry looked at the name on the card and put it in his
pocket. Sunny felt Barry's hand again and bit her tongue, resisting the
urge to tell Jeanna what she really thought she would do to little Ms
Heather Hunter.
	Barry and Jeanna shook hands but as Sunny picked up her purse to leave,
Jeanna called Barry back. "Go ahead dear," she cooed to Sunny, "I have
one more thing with your husband." While Sunny cooled her heels in the
reception room, Barry and Jeanna made a small change to the contract.
Jeanna leaned back and gave Barry a glimpse of her stockinged leg. "I
heard that slut of yours likes to domme a girl after a fight. Is that
right?" Barry shifted uncomfortably, "Well, I guess. She did it once,
yes." Jeanna giggled, "I love that. How about we put a clause in the
contract that will let her have Heather after she beats her? I can do it
with no problem, have an amendment all typed as a matter of fact." She
pulled out a single-spaced typed sheet of paper and handed it to Barry
with a pen. "Just sign at the bottom, Heather's agent's already signed."
	Barry looked at it quickly and raised his eyebrows. "Thirty minutes?
That's a long time isn't it? What if Sunny loses?" Jeanna looked
surprised, "You saying your woman's not good enough to beat a little
slip of a girl like Heather? You think she's a loser?" Barry bristled
indignantly. "Hell no! She'll beat that black cunt all around the ring
and I'm willing to put up $1000 to prove I believe it." Now it was
Jeanna's turn to look surprised but she quickly accepted the bet and hid
a smug grin as Barry signed the contract amendment.
	After Barry and Sunny left her office, Jeanna pressed her intercom
button. "OK honey, you can come out now." The door to the next office
opened and Zara Whites walked in. She stopped and knelt at Jeanna's feet
with a big grin on her face, "Mistress. I heard everything. Thank you
for doing this for me. You do spoil me." Jeanna gestured for her to rise
and Zara sat on Jeanna's desk with her legs parted. As Jeanna ran her
hands between  the grinning woman's open legs, Jeanna chuckled about
what had just happened. "They not only went for it, but Barry even had
the audacity to bet on her."
	Zara shifted her hips as Jeanna worked her panties aside and pushed two
fingers into her pussy. "And you took it. But is Heather good enough,"
Zara sighed as she closed her eyes and leaned back. "Hmmmm," Jeanna
murmured as she shoved Zara's dress up and bent over her, "she knows
what to do and how to do it. Don't worry, you'll be avenged my darling.
Avenged, and then some." Zara reached up, wrapped her arms around
Jeanna's body and kissed her deeply. Zara giggled as she thought back to
what had happened between her and Sunny several months earlier.
	The fight had taken place in a small show club in the mid-west.
Although Sunny had never boxed before, she knocked out the hapless Zara
in the second round. Sunny threw punches rapidly, wind-milling her arms
and landing from every angle. Zara, who had never boxed or even fought
much, had no idea of how to respond or to slow Sunny's onslaught. Poor
Zara got a bloody nose and a black eye in the first round and after
taking several hard blows in the second had gone out from a hard right
hand to her temple.
	The club owner paid the actresses (who were on a dance/show tour at the
time) to keep the whole thing quiet since he had neither a state fight
promoters license, nor a city license for the club to hold matches.
Sunny had been pretty excited by her easy win, but when Zara recovered,
the promoter told Sunny she wasn't finished yet. He handed her a
strap-on dildo, "The winners do the losers babe, that's the rule here."
Sunny looked down at Zara who was sitting with her legs apart and
rubbing her head. "Did you know about this?" she asked. The groggy Zara
nodded and her mouth twisted in a little grin, "It's the only reason I
agreed to fight you, bitch. I wanted to fuck your tight little ass." 
	Hearing that, Sunny went crazy. In her porn movies, she never let
herself be fucked in the ass and she refused to do it to others. She
grabbed Zara's hair, pulled her to her feet and threw her over the top
rope of the small ring. Zara was still groggy and lay unresisting with
her firm ass high. Sunny pulled Zara's trunks down to her knees and
started to spank her firm ass as hard as she could. "Like to fool with
people's arse's do you? Well, how do you like this?" Zara's body shook
and jiggled in the ropes as the blonde slammed her palm angrily on
Zara's ass cheeks. Sunny was surprised by the sensation of power she
felt as she held Zara's hips and hit her over and over but even more
thrilling was the discovery that her "victim" was not only aroused by
Sunny's attack, but climaxed from it. 
	Later that night as they lay in bed after their usual hot, steamy sex,
Sunny told Barry how much she thought Zara had enjoyed her spanking for
she'd been writhing and wriggling happily. Sunny had also climaxed from
the highly emotional and arousing state she'd found herself in for it
was her first experience at "domination." It was interesting, Barry
thought, that both women had orgasms during the public tryst. In
response to his question, Sunny had admitted that she's been "very"
turned on by what had happened even though she'd never really gotten
into the domme/sub "thing" before. "I'd like to try it again sometime if
the circumstances were right, but that ass-fucking, yeeeeech, that's
disgusting."

FIGHT NIGHT

	Finally it was fight time. Jeanna stood impatiently in Heather's corner
as Sunny came down the aisle with her husband. The tall slender blonde
was certainly attractive with her lightly tanned skin, long golden hair
and wearing the stupid red cape that Jeanna had argued against but which
now seemed sexy and provocative. It galled Jeanna to admit it, even to
herself, but it was true and as Sunny moved her body, the cape opened to
permit glimpses of the sequined, skin-tight red hot pants she wore. On
her feet were red boots that matched her cape and shorts. Clearly
nervous, Sunny only smiled once and then almost shyly, as a group of
drunken fans began to chant her name. She turned toward them and flexed
her arms, showing off sinewy muscles. That surprised Jeanna, since she
hadn't thought of Sunny as having muscles. She only remembered her from
their work together as a soft, spoiled star who needed to be taught a
lesson. She hoped her plan wasn't going to backfire.
	Both actresses were nervous, but Jeanna knew it would give the scene a
realism neither could achieve with their limited acting talent. Barry
McKay appeared as himself in a cameo role as Sunny's husband who'd
pushed his wife into fighting to satisfy his own kink. Also in the film
was former G.L.O.W. and film veteran Tiffany Million playing a veteran
fighter who was at ringside to size up the new talent. With her was
another porn actress P.J. Sparxx, a rival of Sunny's and longtime friend
of  Jeanna's who was there to step in should Sunny falter. Since Jeanna
insisted that all the fights to be "authentic," they'd be fighting for
real. Tiffany had wrestled, but never boxed. Even though Jeanna provided
Tiffany several weeks of intensive lessons so she would appear
believable she was visibly concerned. 
	Sunny stepped through the ropes and stood alone, waiting for Heather to
join her in the "squared circle." Jeanna could see that in spite her
outward calm Sunny was nervous. She was perspiring, but not just from
the hot lights needed for filming. She paced quickly as her cat-like
eyes darted from a large wall clock to the darkened door through which
Heather would enter and then back again. She alternated between flipping
open the robe to give the crowd peeks of her nearly nude figure and
pulling it tightly around her as if to protect her against some unseen
evil. Her fingernails are painted bright red to match her lipstick,
shorts, cape and shoes. A very pretty package she made as she stood
alone in the ring.
	Just as she was about to complain to Jeanna about how long Heather was
taking, the lights dimmed and a single spotlight stabbed out into the
darkness. Loud rap music began to blare over the PA as a door opened and
Heather stepped into the arena. All eyes turned from Sunny to the
solitary figure in the darkness. As music rocked the room, a small,
tightly compact black body started confidently down the aisle toward the
ring. She did a few dance steps as she walked, shaking her tight ass and
her full breasts for the crowd as she moved provocatively like the
dancer she was.
	Heather's beautiful black-coffee skin was covered with a thin sheen of
perspiration from her pre-fight warm-up and she wore only a tiny black
leather thong that made her look nude. The tiny black leather patch at
the front blended into her thick dark pussy hair and seemed to
disappear. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing and
they jiggled provocatively with each purposeful stride. Her nipples were
hard and in the overhead light they cast dramatic shadows on her
breasts. The outfit was completed by high black boots with soft soles
that would enable her feet to grip the canvas ring surface. Sunny had a
thin smile on her lips for Heather seemed even smaller than she
remembered. 
	Sunny waited steely-eyed for her opponent. Heather's theatrical
entrance had taken the crowd's attention off her and the vain actress
didn't like it. In a dramatic move, she untied her hip length cape and
with a swirling motion cast it aside leaving her topless as well. She
stood there in red hot pants so tight and short that her plump little
butt cheeks were squeezed out the legs. She had a red ribbon in her hair
and wore elbow-length red gloves and boots. She looked so tall,
graceful, cocky and full of energy that she seemed nearly invincible. 
	Part of the audience saw the move and when Heather stepped through the
ropes and raised her hands over her head to acknowledge the cheers the
spotlight illuminated Sunny as well. She turned and cupped her small
breasts in both hands as offering them to her fans. They were much
smaller than Heather's but perfectly formed and her nipples were hard
with arousal at the prospect of battle. Then to show she had nothing to
hide, Sunny skinned down her hot pants to reveal a sequined red
g-string. She bent at the waist, turned her back to Heather, teasingly
stuck out her butt and spanked her butt cheeks with a little
*rat-a-tat-tat* using both hands. Then she looked directly at Heather
and with a little smirk said, "You're gonna be sorry you agreed to this.
You won't last four rounds you little black witch."
	Heather reacted to Sunny's taunt immediately and bolted across the
ring. "Who you calling a bitch, you no-talent Aussie dyke?" A female
referee in black shorts and a striped top tied under her breasts tried
to stop them, but was too late. Sunny and Heather exchanged insults and
taunts and it was clear from her gestures that Heather was saying she'd
knock Sunny out. When the film was developed, microphones had picked up
some of Heather's words, "I'm gonna beat your blonde ass all over the
ring and then humiliate you in front of your husband and the FEW fans
you'll have left for what you said about me - calling me a nasty little
black bitch and all. I'm gonna make you apologize in front of everyone."
	If Sunny was intimidated, it didn't show. They got in each others faces
and since neither had gloves on yet, their claws were bared. Each said
something, then Sunny slapped Heather. She responded with a slap and
shoved Sunny. The blonde reached for Heather's hair but just as she got
a grip on it, Heather grabbed Sunny's other arm by the wrist. The
referee stepped in to break it up as the fans roared their approval.
Sunny let go of Heather's hair and pushed the referee away but Heather
twisted her arm and forced Sunny up onto her toes, her face showing her
surprise and pain. The referee quickly ordered Heather to release her,
"You two are here to box, not wrestle. Let `er go or you'll forfeit the
fight and your money." Reluctantly, Heather let go and the women went
back to their respective corners.
	As quickly as they separated, however, the referee called them back for
the instructions. When they met at ring center, Heather reached over and
slooooooooly ran a fingernail over Sunny's breast. Before Sunny realized
what was happening, Heather gave her hard nip a flick with her
fingernail. "Are you sure you wanna do this hon? I'm gonna love pounding
your little breasts flat." Sunny instinctively covered her breasts with
her hands as the ref chuckled in spite of herself. Heather wasn't gonna
take any shit from the woman she'd called, ". . . skinny white trash."
When Sunny's hands came up to protect her nipples, Heather jabbed her in
the stomach with her finger. The seemingly playful poke was really a
test of her abdominal fitness and muscle tone.
	The women returned to their corners to get ready. Sunny was calm but
quiet and her face serious as Barry and the trainer laced on the gloves
Jeanna had chosen for the fight. Heather had a little grin that could
have passed for smug superiority on her full lips. If Sunny saw it, or
cared, her concern wasn't visible on her beautiful face. Her visage was
unruffled by the pre-fight squabbling and she looked confident and ready
as did her opponent. To look at them, one couldn't guess which was more
ready. 

continued in Part 2........

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BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS - PORN STARS BOXING PT 2/3 (F/F) - by Kim and
Ginny

*****DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended for those
under the age of 18. The people named are public figures and the actions
described are fantasy based on characters they play in the movies.
*****

FIRST ROUND 

	The bell sounded and Sunny bounded from her corner smiling confidently.
She started fast, wanting to end it quickly to avoid taking any
punishment herself. She had knocked out Zara Whites in the second round
of her only other boxing match and wanted to do the same to Heather. She
sprang from her corner and threw a rapid flurry of punches with both
hands. Her punches were quick and fast, but without any technical skill
or force behind them. Heather worked out regularly with a trainer doing
aerobic boxing and had boxed in a few matches under another name. She
understood the basics of boxing but Sunny's wild, uncoordinated attack
was unlike anything she'd experienced and Sunny landed several wild
punches that forced the black actress back in confusion as she tried to
figure out what to do.
	Sunny's long reach and her rapid flailing allowed her to land a left to
Heather's cheek and a wild right to her nose that rattled the smaller
black girl. Heather danced quickly away in confusion and looked to
Jeanna in her corner who seemed worried by the unexpected development.
Sunny pursued, swinging away with both hands and forcing Heather to duck
and cover her face with both hands as she tried to withstand the
blonde's furious and unexpected attack. 
	Heather finally settled down as she realized that although Sunny's
punches came rapidly, they lacked real power. Heather started to jab
Sunny with her left hand and hit her hard a couple of times. Perhaps it
was overconfidence, or maybe she was lulled by Sunny's obvious
inexperience, but after a stiff jab to Sunny's forehead got her ducking,
Heather followed with a sweeping right hand that barely missed Sunny's
chin. It left her off balance, however, and from nowhere Sunny hit her
with a straight right to the side of her head that dropped the black
woman on her ass. 
	Heather got to her feet quickly, more embarrassed at being knocked down
than hurt, but the crowd found the sight of her tight butt bouncing off
the canvas amusing. As laughter rippled through the audience, Jeanna
could be heard screaming in rage as the referee wiped off Heather's
gloves. The black woman's cheeks burned with shame but Sunny took heart
at her early success and charged in with renewed confidence. The blonde
flailed away with both hands in an effort to land a knock out blow.
Heather was overwhelmed momentarily and Sunny hit her twice in the face
and landed a hard right to the head. But her reckless attack also gave
Heather an opportunity to get close to Sunny for the first time in the
fight. She ducked and slipped Sunny's fists, then pounded her in the
belly three times in succession. The hard punches made her gasp, but she
pushed Heather away and flailed at her face, landing a couple of cuffing
blows just as the bell rang.
	As Sunny walked back to her corner she felt good about her knockdown
but realized this was going to be a real fight. Unlike Zara who tried to
cover up and protect herself after a hard punch, Heather fought back
harder. While she'd landed the most punches, Sunny had felt the sharp
sting of Heather's body shots and welcomed the break as a chance to
catch her breath.
	She sat down, rubbed her belly and winced slightly. Barry had a big
grin on his face. "You're doing great Hon, but don't stop punching
halfway through the round like that." She shook her arms, trying to
loosen them, "Boy, my arms got tired toward the end, this is harder than
I thought." The trainer was a former boxer and after watching the first
round, he told Sunny to stop flailing away recklessly. "Look, you're
using a lot of energy and not gettin' results. Stead'a of throwin' wild
punches, use the jab I showed ya. It'll keep her away where your longer
reach gives you an advantage if you use it smart. She's got good
fundamentals, her punches are sharp and crisp. You gotta pay attention
out there." 

SECOND ROUND

	When the bell rang, Sunny had her breath and once more was confident.
She looked at Barry, grinned and winked. The women met in the center of
the ring and Sunny surprised Heather by quickly firing out a competent
left jab that mashed her nose. She blinked and took a step back,
touching her nose with her glove, checking for blood. Sunny jabbed
again, this time a glancing blow to her cheek. For the next minute Sunny
pursued Heather using her long arms to land straight left jabs. They
weren't powerful punches but as long as Heather was in front of her they
landed with some force. 
	Heather's face showed her confusion and building anger at the
punishment she was taking but in the last minute of the round she landed
some of her own. She finally realized that if she moved side-to-side,
Sunny's jabs missed or landed with no force. An effective tactic was to
wait and when she jabbed, step right and drive her right fist up under
Sunny's extended left arm. The slender blonde's entire left side,
especially her breast, was exposed and vulnerable to this maneuver. BAP!
(oof!). POW! (ouch!).  THUMP! (groan!). Three different times Heather
did it and each brought a gasp as her fist slammed into soft breast
tissue. The attack weakened Sunny and her jab lost most of its sting.
Both women felt it, for it was easier for Heather to get close and pound
the blonde's body. 
	Sunny landed more often but her attack was unfocused. Heather hit
harder and she concentrated her attack on the blonde's body. Soon Sunny
stopped moving and stood with her feet planted as she tried to generate
more power. She was frustrated by her lack of success. She fought as
hard as she could but even her best punches didn't have the power to put
Heather down and she couldn't land enough to keep Heather away. 
	About three quarters of the way through the round, Sunny felt a burning
in her chest as she got short of breath. Mostly it was because of  the
pounding to her chest and stomach in addition to her constant movement
trying to avoid Heather's right fist. Heather used her experience to
slide across the ring to cut off Sunny's retreat. Suddenly, the little
black woman ducked one of Sunny's looping overhand rights and drove her
fist low into Sunny's tight little tummy just above the red g-string
that barely covered her neatly trimmed pubic hair. 
	Sunny grabbed her stomach and sank to her knees as the referee stepped
in to warn Heather about "low blows." While Heather argued the punch
wasn't low Sunny tried to get her breath as Jeanna barked at the ref who
made sure Sunny was OK before ordering the fight to resume. Heather
quickly swarmed all over poor Sunny as soon as she was on her feet. She
avoided Sunny's awkward jab attempt and drove two punches to her still
throbbing belly. She staggered and Heather pushed her into a corner. 
	Sunny held Heather's shoulders and tried to hold herself up but it left
her wide open and totally defenseless. Heather brought her left around
her hip squarely into Sunny's belly. The punch rocked her back and the
black girl followed with a hard right to the side of her face. Sunny
fell back against the ring post just as the bell rang to save her from
further punishment. As she hung in the ropes gasping for air, Heather
walked back to her corner, smiling over her shoulder at Sunny who held
the top rope with one hand and her churning belly with the other.
Heather's nose was bleeding from Sunny's jabs and her right eye was
beginning to swell, but Sunny's left breast had an ugly bruise from the
blows Heather had landed above the nipple and her flat belly was red
from the late flurry of punches.
	Sunny was dazed and confused and started to the wrong corner looking
unsteady and completely out of breath. Seeing his wife in trouble, Barry
climbed into the ring and helped her to her corner. She dropped on the
stool with her legs apart as her trainer fanned her with a towel. Her
arms hung limp at her sides as Barry pressed an ice pack to her breast.
She gasped in pain when she tried to catch her breath.
	Barry looked down at his wife's sweaty face that was twisted in pain
and in a moment of total brainlock asked if Heather's punches had hurt
her. Sunny looked up and moaned, "They hurt alright ... a lot. " Barry
nodded, "I wanted Jeanna to use bigger gloves, but she insisted they be
padded only enough to protect your hands so it would look real." She
snorted derisively, "Well, it's real alright. If you don't think so, you
put a pair on and let her punch you in the stomach." 
	As the trainer finished fanning her, he told her again to use her jab.
"Stick her and move to your right, away from her power, then hit her
with your right hand. Stick, move and hit like I showed you in the gym.
Stop playing pattycake with her and use what I taught you or she'll pick
you apart." Barry interrupted with some of his own advice, however. "You
need to move straight at her, don't be dancing from side to side. She's
quick, if you don't move forward you won't have any power in your
punches." The trainer opened his mouth to disagree, but Barry snapped,
"You keep quiet and do your job. Remember who's paying your salary." 
	Sunny was already badly confused and the conflicting advice wasn't
helping. "Dammit! I'm sick of you two arguing. If you don't help me,
she's gonna win for sure. Tell me what to do. You each told me different
things to do, I can't do them both at once." Just then the warning
buzzer rang. She looked up at Barry in surprise, "It's time? So soon?"

THIRD ROUND
	Sunny started by once again following her trainers advice. She used her
left jab to keep Heather away and her right to land hard punches. But
her long arms swung in a wide arc and Heather had time to get ready
before her punches landed. As a result, the punches landed with a
"cuffing" action instead of a "hard" fist. Heather's shorter arms meant
her punches were sharp and crisp. Worse for Sunny, Heather's hands were
fast and she had quick footwork that allowed her to easily slip punches
and counter to Sunny's exposed body. By now Sunny knew Heather was more
experienced, or at least better trained, and a far better athlete than
expected. She tried hard, but Heather's hard fists were more accurate
and the number of her punches weakened Sunny as she pounded her body
over and over.
	Both landed heavy punches with Sunny getting hers in before Heather
adjusted to her new tactics. Heather scored late in the round, pounding
Sunny's body until she stopped moving and stood toe to toe. She found
herself out of breath and unable to avoid Heather's blizzard of punches
as they stood face to face trading blows. This was the round Heather
boasted she'd knock Sunny's "pretty little tits" off her chest and so
she expected her to fight hard. Sunny had been stung by Heather's remark
and wanted to prove she wasn't afraid so when she found herself wearing
down, resolutely set her feet and vowed to trade punches with the
smaller woman until Heather begged for mercy.
	They exchanged hard right hands then Sunny landed a surprisingly good
left hook to Heather's ribs that made her grunt. Heather answered with a
hard right to Sunny's swollen and discolored breast. As the blonde
instinctively clutched it in pain, Heather followed with a right to
Sunny's face that dropped her on her beautiful ass. She rolled over and
sat hunched on her knees for a moment looking bewildered as the referee
counted. She rose by the count of seven and stood steadily as if she
hadn't been hurt, but for the first time in the fight, Heather saw fear
and uncertainty in Sunny's eyes as she resumed her attack. 
	Sunny weathered a flurry of blows from Heather and landed a couple of
her own, but her punches had no power and Heather no longer worried
about being hurt. As Heather hit her over and over, Sunny realized she
was losing and there was nothing she could do to end it except to quit
and she was too proud to do that. In her anxiety, she had abandoned her
trainers advice and was fighting now on instinct. The black girl had
taken command of the fight and she taunted Sunny and made fun of her
whenever she was close. To her credit, Sunny didn't quit and as the
round drew to a close, she rallied with two surprisingly hard blows that
not only stopped Heather's assault, but backed her up. But she was too
hurt and tired to take advantage of her opportunity. Both women paused,
looked at each other for an instant then came together with a rapid
exchange of blows. 
	Heather landed a hard belly punch that made Sunny drop her hands and
followed with two rights, one to Sunny's chest and one to her head that
put her down. The  referee pushed Heather away as Sunny dropped to her
hands and knees with her heart-shaped ass in the air. Perspiration
dropped from her hard nipples onto the canvas as she shook her head and
tried to clear her vision. Sunny rose at the count of eight and after
the referee checked her, she said she was OK and the referee allowed the
fight to continue.
	Sunny crouched, desperately trying to protect her face with her gloves
and her chest with her arms but it was to no avail.  Heather ripped
Sunny's lower body with hard punches that sent her reeling backward into
the ropes. Sunny tried to get room to swing but as she wound up Heather
landed a punch between her breasts above her heart. Sunny had trouble
catching her breath after uttering a big groan. Heather stepped back,
waiting for Sunny to fall but her legs steadied and she remained
upright. Heather realized her mistake and started to hit her some more.
Sunny grunted each time a fist landed and tried to back away as if she
were looking for a place to hide and there was fear in her eyes. She was
being physically hurt by the "little black bitch" and she regretted the
ill-chosen words. 
	Sunny clinched, but as her arms wrapped around Heather's shoulders, the
little black girl uppercut her in the pussy again. That brought the ref
in with another warning but it was too late. Sunny was on her knees with
her arms wrapped around Heather's muscular thighs. Her open mouth was
pressed against Heather's pussy and as she inhaled she could taste
Heather's excitement! The bell rang and the round ended with Sunny on
her knees. 
	Sunny crawled to her corner gasping for breath and climbed onto her
stool, sitting down heavily as the trainer broke an ammonia capsule
under her nose. Barry mopped the sweat from her, but when he touched her
left breast Sunny gave a little yelp of pain, winced and pushed his hand
away. She'd been knocked down several times and the tears in her eyes
told Barry she'd had enough. He signaled to Jeanna who hurried over
looking worried. "Is she hurt?" Jeanna asked insincerely. "Uh-huh,"
Barry mumbled, "but she's taken an awful lot of punishment. She wants to
quit since it's obvious Heather's much better than either of us
thought." 
	Jeanna chuckled as she reminded Barry of the contract he signed. "Not
only is there a stiff monetary penalty in the contract if she walks out
and ruins the film, there's also the losers penalty you agreed to. Is
she willing to go through that without even putting up a fight? And, of
course, there's our side bet." Sunny looked at Barry, "What losers
penalty?" He shifted uncomfortably and explained. "Well, since you had
so much with Zara after your fight, I wanted to give you a chance to
torment Heather the same way. The winner and Jeanna get to play with the
loser in the ring after the fight with everyone watching and the cameras
rolling."
	Sunny realized she probably couldn't win, but was too professional to
quit and risk ruining the film and she certainly didn't want to
reimburse Jeanna for any losses. The revelation of public humiliation
came as a shock, but it only helped confirm her decision. She looked at
Barry in stunned silence for a moment, then hissed, "You bloody bastard!
We're gonna have a long talk about that as soon as I get outta the
ring." Then she gritted her teeth and told Jeanna, "Not only will I NOT
quit, I'm gonna win this fight. I'll never let you bitch's get your
hands on me like that in public. Never!" 
	Jeanna shrugged and walked away as Sunny turned to Barry. "I can't
quit. It'd be bad enough losing without letting them do that to me in
front of everyone. If I lose, I'm gonna finish on my feet trying to hit
that cunt. I'll never let them humiliate me in front you. It would be
too, too terrible to endure." He nodded silently, remembering how Sunny
had boasted that Heather wouldn't last 4 rounds. Now the tables had been
turned but Sunny refused to give Jeanna the satisfaction of quitting. 
	She was embarrassed by her inability to put Heather down again and
failure at anything was a new and unsettling feeling. Even in movies
she'd had control but here she was helpless and she didn't like it.
Whatever her reasons, she decided to continue the fight. Barry hadn't
seen her in these situations, either taking punishment or not being in
control. In spite of his concern for his wife he was curious to see what
she'd do. How would she react? How much "spunk" did she have? He found
himself wanting to see her pushed to the limit of her ability to
withstand pain and to discover where her limit was.
	Barry reminded her that audience applause would decide the winner of a
decision. "Play to the crowd. Even if Heather does smack you around a
bit, you can win on applause." Sunny looked at him wearily, "Have you
been listening? Every time she hits me they cheer. They're all on her
side." Barry looked puzzled for a moment, then his face brightened.
"It's just `cause they want to see somebody knocked out, hon. They're
bloodthirsty rabble. Give `em what they want, knock HER out. Give up
that jabbing and to try to land hard punches." She smiled at him,
"Really, is that the reason?" "Yes. Look, she's moving better than you
are," he hissed. "So stand up to her, toe-to-toe. You've got the power,
knock her out" 
	The trainer interrupted and told Sunny not to listen to Barry. "Girl
you gotta be smart an' quit b`fore you get yourself hurt. You got no
business in there with that gal, she's too good for you. Don' listen to
that fools advice." Barry silenced the old man with a wave of his hand,
"Look old timer, you're here to train Sunny and take care of her
injuries, not to tell her to quit. My wife is no quitter, are you hon?"
Sunny shook her head stubbornly, "No and I'm not going to let that bitch
get her hands on me either, not like she wants to." He threw up his
hands in disgust. "If you're determined to get your wife killed, you'll
have to do it without my help. Here." He tossed the smelling salts to
Barry, slammed down the towel he had draped over his shoulders and
stalked down the aisle toward the dressing room. "I'll be waiting when
they carry her in. I just hope she ain't hurt so bad I can't help her."
	Across the ring in Heather's corner they were having a good time.
"She's really pissed at her old man," Jeanna said. "She was crying and
gonna quit until I told her about the penalty. That dick hadn't even
told her about it. I can see it really shook her yo. Give her some more
pain, she'll quit right there in front of everyone. That's how I want to
see her, on her knees sobbing and humiliated." Heather nodded, "She's
let herself be distracted, that'll help but it don't matter now. Her
punches don't hurt anymore, I can do whatever I want." As she got ready
to stand she added, "But you gotta kinda admire her, she's tougher than
I thought." Jeanna grudgingly agreed, "Yeah, we underestimated her."
Then Heather added ominously,  "She's just about out on her feet, it
won't be long now."
	She slapped her gloves together as she rose and just as the bell she
pointed at Sunny. As the blonde stared in surprise,  the black actress
turned her hand over and gave the "thumbs down" sign indicating Sunny
was gonna be knocked out that round. As he climbed out of the ring,
Barry reminded Sunny she was not only taller, but heavier than Heather.
"If you land one big punch, you can knock her out or at least hurt her
so you can knock her out with the next one. Forget the jab, just hit her
as hard as you can. Oh, and one more thing ... for Gods sake stay out of
the corners." Sunny sighed and got wearily to her feet but with a
renewed look of determination on her beautiful face.

FOURTH ROUND 
	Sunny knew she had to start strong to regain the initiative, but
Heather's first punch landed flush on her badly bruised left breast. She
flinched and tried to protect herself but the little black woman was all
over her. Heather battered Sunny's body with both fists, not giving the
blonde a chance to throw a punch. As she covered her breasts and stomach
as well as she could with her hands and arms, Heather talked trash,
telling the reeling blonde what she'd do to her, "tight white ass" after
the fight. Sunny was breathing hard, backing up and trying to protect
her chest, but it made it impossible for her to throw punches. In her
corner, Barry, the prick who got her in this fix, was shocked at the
ease with which his beautiful wife was being dominated by the smaller
woman. He knew he was as helpless as she to do anything to stop to it,
which Sunny had forbidden him to do under any circumstance.
	Sunny finally got off a hard jab that hit Heather in the nose. She
followed with a wide sweeping right that backed the black girl up. She
tried several more rights but without setting her feet and getting her
weight behind them. Heather easily brushed them aside, step in close and
punished Sunny's slender body with hard, short, rights and lefts. Three
times in a row Heather hit the blonde in the body and each time Sunny
took a step back from the power of the little woman's fists. Sunny found
herself backed into the ropes and she leaned on them to keep from
falling.  Her face showed fear as Heather bore in, taking her time and
aiming each ripping shot to the blonde's slender body with precision as
the crowd applauded her workmanlike approach to Sunny's demolition.
Everyone saw Heather had taken command of the fight from the blonde.
	Barry was sick for he'd never considered that Sunny might lose. If so,
he'd never have signed the humiliation clause and he definitely wouldn't
have made a $1000 bet. Heather landed a solid punch to Sunny's belly
that knocked the wind out of her and she froze, stunned by the blow.
Heather hit her again and sent her reeling into a corner. "Finish her,"
Jeanna screamed as she pounded her fist on the ring apron. "Finish that
cunt NOW!" Sunny was hung up in the ropes and nearly defenseless, but
the referee stepped in at that point to give Sunny a standing eight
count and allow her some time to recover. 
	She held on to the ropes, relieved by the brief respite. But before she
recovered fully, the ref waved Heather forward again. As she came in,
Sunny surprised her with a right hand. Although her blow landed, her
swing was clumsy and had no power. Heather shrugged it off as Sunny fell
forward in a clinch the way her trainer had taught her to do when she
was hurt or unsure. She hoped to get more time to recover, but Heather
got a hand free and pounded two short stiff punches to Sunny's kidney
that brought grunts from the surprised blonde. The referee moved in to
separate them and Sunny pushed Heather away and held her gloves up to
show she was alright although her face was twisted in a painful grimace. 
	Heather knew Sunny was ready to fold and decided to put on a show for
the cameras. She smiled as she swung her arm in a giant circle several
times as she readied her version of the "bolo punch." Sunny had no idea
what Heather was up to and stood watching in awe. Suddenly, Heather
stepped forward as her arm came upward from her hip. Her closed fist
landed just below the blonde's belly button and sank deep into her
already sore and weakened stomach. Fortunately for Sunny she realized at
the last instant what was about to happen and tightened her abs just as
the punch landed. It wasn't much protection, but it saved her from a
probable knockout.
	Sunny staggered back instead of moving to the middle of the ring where
she'd have room to maneuver. She stayed on the ropes and allowed Heather
to keep her pinned. Heather moved in and drove a left to Sunny's right
breast. She grunted and tried to get away, but it was too late. Heather
moved sideways, cut off Sunny and hit her twice more; a left to the
forehead and as Sunny tried to duck, a jarring right to the side of her
jaw. Sunny sat back with her tight ass on the middle rope and her back
against the top one. Before Heather could hit her again, however,
Sunny's butt slipped off the rope and she dropped to the canvas on her
ass. When she hit the mat, her firm breasts jiggled and beads of sweat
flew into the air from her hard nipples.
	Sunny leaned against the ropes and looked up dazed at Heather's
grinning face as the black woman walked away as the referee began her
count. Sunny shook her head. She could hear the referee counting, but
her legs seemed to move in slow motion as she tried to get them up under
her so she could stand up. Her legs were rubbery and she had to hold the
top rope to pull herself up, but she was on her feet at 7 and nearly
steady by nine. Sunny had extra time to recover because Heather had gone
over to talk with Jeanna in her corner, apparently thinking Sunny was
finished. 
	In Heather's corner Jeanna was berating her for playing around. "I
can't believe that cunt is taking this kind of a beating and is still on
her feet," Jeanna marveled. "And you!! What the Hell are you doing
fooling around with that windmill stuff? Your orders were to beat her,
not play with her. You pull another stunt like that and it'll be your
ass getting the treatment, understand?" Heather nodded, "She's
finished." Heather took a breath and winced from the pain in her own
body then muttered, "If you aren't happy with the way I'm doing it, you
should have done it yourself. It's not easy." Jeanna glared at Heather.
She didn't like her girls talking back to her. Heather quickly realized
she'd gone too far and backtracked, "...... but she *is* tough." Just
then she looked up and muttered, "Shit!" when she saw Sunny was on her
feet. The referee was motioning to Heather to resume the fight. "She's
out on her feet, Jeanna, she can't last," Heather said hopefully.
	Heather was slow returning to the attack and Sunny had the advantage
being in her own corner. She could hear Barry yelling for her to move
away from Heather. As Heather advanced, Sunny tried, moving slowly at
first, but as her legs steadied, she moved more easily. They circled in
the center of the ring and Sunny smiled as if she hadn't been hurt, but
she was really trying to run instead of fight. She was clearly less
coordinated and looked to Barry for help, but when he picked up a towel
as if to throw it in to stop the fight, she shook her head angrily and
mouthed the word, "NO". Just then Heather hit her in the stomach again,
and the blonde Aussie gasped in pain. 
	The fist struck Sunny low in the belly and she doubled over in pain.
The little black girl grabbed Sunny's tits in both hands and
straightened her up then shoved her back to give her room to swing. She
grinned and landed two more punches, changing her aim to Sunny's face
now that her hands were covering her stomach. Sunny tried to use her
elbows to protect her aching belly and throbbing pussy and her gloves to
cover her face, but Heather powered punches through the blondes guard to
both her body and her head. Sunny was no longer fighting back, just
holding on to Heather. All she wanted was to stay on her feet and not
suffer the ignominy of another knockdown. 
	Heather bent and drove a hard right to Sunny's solar plexus. It knocked
the breath out of her and buckled her knees. She wobbled and clutched
her belly in both hands, her blue eyes glazed and bulging. As the
battered blonde's body crumpled, her face was exposed. Heather brought
her fist up from down under and it slammed into Sunny's chin with such
force it straightened the slumping Aussie's body upright. She reeled in
slow motion as the black girl prepared to finish her off. 
	The audience rose to it's feet as Heather smashed Sunnys face again
sending her twisting away and crashing face down on the mat. The Aussie
didn't even break her fall and landed so hard that she seemed to bounce
on the mat, finally laying motionless as Heather stood over her, daring
her to get up. While the referee pulled Heather to a neutral corner,
Sunny tried gamely to get  to her feet. On her third attempt she managed
to get up about halfway and took two faltering steps before her legs
buckled and she fell back to the mat. Again the determined blonde tried
to push herself up. As the referee bent over her, the audience began to
count along with the woman as she intoned, "one...two.... three... ,"
Then they broke into laughter as she collapsed on her belly with a
little whimper, curled in a ball and lay sobbing softly in defeat.

concludes in Part 3........

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BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS - PORN STARS BOXING PT 3/3 (F/F) - by Kim and
Ginny

*****DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction and is not intended for those
under 18. The people are public figures and actions described are
fantasy based on characters they play in the movies.
*****

	As the ref counted Sunny out, Heather walked to her corner and stood
watching calmly as Jeanna took off the gloves. She came back, put her
foot on Sunnys ass and mugged for the camera as Sunny cried. "What's the
matter blondie, this tough little Black chick too rough on you?" She
demanded that Sunny get up but the blonde moaned, "I can't." Heather saw
that she was no longer trying to get up now that the count was over, so
she kicked her in her ass with the toe of her boot. 
	When there was no reaction from Sunny, Heather stepped back, grabbed
the blonde's ankles and with a quick twist, rolled her over onto her
back. As Sunny looked up at her through dazed eyes, Heather folded her
knees back against her stomach and rolled Sunny's body up until the
unresisting woman's feet were pressed to the floor by her shoulders. She
reached under Sunny and with a quick tug, tore the blonde's red sequined
g-string off her hips. "No...please......don't," Sunny mumbled. Heather
laughed as she tossed it to a beaming Jeanna at ringside.
	She dropped Sunny's limp legs and kicked them apart with her feet as
Sunny covered her face with her gloved hands. Heather chuckled as she
pushed a boot between her legs and pushed it into the groggy blonde's
pussy, grinding hard. Sunny moaned and her hips began to involuntarily
hump Heather's foot. As soon as she realized what was happening, she
tried to sit up, but Heather put her foot between Sunny's breasts and
with a little giggle, shoved her back down. She raised her foot to
Sunny's mouth and ordered the blonde to lick her own blood, sweat and
pussy juices from her boot.
	Sunny groaned and tried to protest, but when she opened her mouth to
speak, Heather pushed her boot into it. "Lick bitch, or I'll kick your
teeth down your throat." Sunny tried to look at Barry, but Heather used
her toe to turn Sunny's head back so she was looking up at Heather's
dark face. "He can't help you now blondie. You gotta do what Momma
Heather tells you. You lost, now you gonna pay." Tears welled in proud
Sunny's soft blue eyes as she ran her tongue over the toe of Heather's
dirty, wet boot and tasted herself on the leather.
	Heather wrapped her hand in Sunny's long blonde hair and pulled her to
her knees. She dragged her around the ring on her hands and knees,
stopping only to kick her creamy white ass. Heather ordered Sunny to
kneel and when she did, Jeanna brought the ring microphone over. She and
Zara kissed Heather and congratulated her on her victory, then Jeanna
dismissed her. "You may go. Your work here is finished." Heather looked
down at Sunny, patted her on the head and smiled. "You were pretty good
blondie, better than I expected. I really enjoyed pounding your titties,
but you went down too easy. I want you again only next time I'll do the
same to that slutty face that I did to your little tits." She left the
ring she passed Zara and whispered, "You think you can handle her from
here?" With that she walked down the aisle to the dressing room to the
cheers of her fans.
	Jeanna stared at Sunny for a long time before she spoke. When she did,
she told Sunny to apologize to Zara for humiliating her after their
boxing match and then pushed the microphone at Sunny. As Sunny looked at
Jeanna in shocked silence, Zara came into the ring behind her, put a
foot between the blonde's shoulder blades and forced her head down on
the mat at Jeanna's feet. She tried to rise, but Jeanna's foot on the
back of her neck held her down. "Uh-uh, cunt. You aren't moving until
Zara and I get apologies." Sunny whimpered and whined, but Jeanna was
adamant. Finally, Sunny choked out the words Jeanna demanded and pushed
the microphone away in disgust. "OK, now let me up." she gasped.
	Jeanna's reply was a wickedly delicious cackle. "Not yet. You still
aren't properly respectful. Call me Mistress Jeanna, or Ms Jeanna. It's
time you learned to show respect to your betters." Tears filled Sunny's
blue eyes as Jeanna ground her foot on her neck. After several seconds,
Sunny sighed and said, "Alright! Mistress Jeanna! Now, may I please get
up?" Jeanna laughed. "You may kneel, but you can't get up, not yet."
Sunny struggled to her knees and looked up at Jeanna's round face which
was framed by her dark hair. She knew Jeanna was beautiful, but she'd
never realized how sinister she looked until this moment.
	Jeanna put her hand on Sunny's head, stroked her hair for a few
moments, then pulled her forward until her cheek rested against her
thigh. Sunny felt the heat from Jeanna's body and the same arousal she
always felt around Jeanna despite the bizarre circumstances. The
brunette stroked her head lightly, running her fingers through Sunny's
sweat matted hair. Sunny felt Jeanna's fingers turn her head to the side
until her nose and lips were barely inches from her pussy. She could
feel Jeanna's excitement and smell her arousal.
	Sunny closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was in a more
conventional scene with Jeanna. If she could,  what was about to happen
might not be so bad. Jeanna ran her hand down her belly and rubbed her
pussy. She desperately wanted to lift her skirt and shove Sunny's mouth
down on her, but she knew she had to be strong and resist the impulse to
pleasure herself. This night was not about her pleasure but revenge and
teaching the blonde Aussie a lesson about fucking with her sub. Jeanna
was determined to make Sunny an example to any other woman foolish
enough to touch one of her subs and more importantly Zara, who was not
only her sub, but her lover as well.
	Jeanna dragged Sunny on her hands and knees to the corner then pulled
her head back by the hair. "Zara dear, see what a cute little present
I've got for you," she said without a trace of kindness in her tone. The
brunette came up behind Sunny carrying a riding crop in her right hand
and tapped it lightly against her thigh. "She's all yours Darling,"
Jeanna said as she released her grip on the blonde's hair. Sunny's head
dropped and her arms almost buckled but she caught herself as Zara
stepped up to her ass and ran the leather crop lightly over it. She saw
Sunny quiver and she smiled at Jeanna, "Oh thank you mistress. I've
always wanted a blonde of my own."
	Zara looked down at Sunny and grinned, then at Jeanna. On her face an
unspoken question. Jeanna knew her sub  and what she wanted. It was the
reason she'd brought her there. "She's all yours dear, why not take her
for a ride." Zara swung her leg over Sunny and straddled her back.
Sunny, exhausted by the beating she'd taking, collapsed. Zara fell, but
jumped up angrily and slashed Sunny across the ass with the crop. Sunny
screamed in pain and grabbed her butt with both hands. "Get up you
fuckin' slut. Up, or so help me, I'll take the hide right off your
worthless ass." Sunny struggled to her hands and knees trembling as Zara
mounted her again. "I never had a pony when I was growing up," she said.
"But I always wanted one." Jeanna stuffed Sunny's own g-sting in her
mouth and handed the "reins" to Zara. Sunny could taste her own urine
and pussy juices as Zara jerked on the "reins."
	"Giddy-up," the brunette chortled as she kicked Sunny's flanks with her
heels and cracked her ass with the crop. Sunny knew what Zara wanted and
it was humiliating to the max to have to carry this submissive tart
around on her back while the cameras rolled and the audience laughed.
She did her best, but she was weak and tired. Zara didn't help, jerking
her head first this way and then the other as she steered her around the
ring, slashing her ass over and over with the riding crop as she
staggered and stumbled along on her hands and knees. Each time Sunny
stopped to catch her breath or collapsed from exhaustion, Zara would
smack her with the crop until she got up and started moving.
	Finally, Sunny could take no more and collapsed on her stomach, her
mouth open, gasping for breath. "Get up!" Zara screamed as she slashed
Sunny's ass again and again. "Get up, you lazy bitch. I know you're
faking. You're not fooling me with this act. Get up!" Sunny didn't even
try, just lay on her belly breathing heavily as she shook her head, "I
can't.....too weak.......please....." Tears filled the blonde's eyes and
her lips trembled as she began to cry at the humiliation of being used
in such a degrading way in full view of the spectators and with four
cameras recording the scene .... including one getting a close-up of her
face. 
	Jeanna took the riding crop from Zara and stepped behind Sunny, "She
says she's finished, but I know how to make her move. You know much she
hates anal? Well, if this don't get her moving, nothing will. Get her up
on her knees." Zara pulled Sunny to her knees but the blonde slumped
against Zara's firm thighs and would have fallen if Zara hadn't held her
hair in her fist. Jeanna turned the crop around and ran the handle
slowly along Sunny's pussy from behind, working it between the folds of
her swollen labia. She worked it in and out as Sunny moaned and even
started to rock her hips back and forth to help Jeanna fuck her with the
riding crop. Sunny couldn't believe how aroused she was and wondered if
it were the fight or what was happening afterward that had her so hot.
When Jeanna had the handle of the crop slick with pussy juice, she
pulled it out, squatted behind Sunny and wiggled it against the pucker
of her asshole. 
	"Nooooo!" Sunny gasped when she realized what was about to happen, "not
that! Nooo!" "It's this or carry Zara," Jeanna hissed, "there's no other
option now." Sunny gasped and shook her head slowly, "I can't.....no
more please ....I'm too weak." Jeanna put one hand on Sunny's butt to
steady her and as Zara held her hair, the brunette worked the handle
into Sunny's tight virgin ass as Zara squatted in front of her and
pressed  her pussy against Sunny's face. "Lick! Lick it like you really
mean it, bitch!"
	Sunny grunted at the unfamiliar sensation in her ass and shook her hips
as if it could dislodge the unwelcome intruder. But Jeanna knew what she
was doing and worked the thick handle in and out giving Sunny pleasure
she'd never dreamt of. Soon Jeanna had Sunny's hips rolling as she
pumped the handle in and out of the tight hole. At the same time Zara
was giving Sunny a facial with her pussy. Sunny couldn't believe how
aroused she was from Jeanna's skilled use of the riding crop and when
she climaxed, her orgasm was so strong it collapsed her arms and left
her sprawled face down in the ring as the spectators sat in stunned
silence. Then someone began to applaud Jeanna's effort. A second and
then a third joined in and soon everyone was standing, cheering and
applauding the performance they'd witnessed.
	Jeanna looked up and grinned at the crowd, leaving the riding crop
jutting grotesquely out of Sunny's tight asshole as she writhed on the
canvas trying to find a comfortable position. With all the wounds to her
body that was impossible. Jeanna bent and ran her hands over Sunny's
firm ass which was still hot from the attention it had received. It was
crisscrossed with red marks and Sunny flinched at the woman's touch and
her legs moved nervously as if she were trying to get up, but she
couldn't find the strength. "I guess she was telling the truth," Jeanna
giggled, "if she had it in her, she'd have been up and crawling when I
shoved that in her butt. Boy, she really enjoyed it though, didn't she?"
	The two women had one last bit of degradation to inflict on Sunny. Zara
yanked the crop out of Sunny's ass making her wince and moan a little
from the sensation. Laughing, Zara threw the crop at Barry. "Keep this.
I think your slutty wife has learned to enjoy it." She was laughing as
she and Jeanna lifted Sunny to her feet and held her under each arm as
they paraded her nude body around the ring. They pulled her hair,
slapped her ass and held her head up to show her crimson face smeared
with Zara's fluids. The audience rose again and applauded the show they
put on. When they completed a circle of the ring, they dropped Sunny's
limp body and left the ring arm in arm. Sunny lay face down in the ring
sobbing uncontrollably. Her pale white ass, crisscrossed with red marks,
shook and quivered with her sobs.
	Barry called over two of the medical people who gently lifted Sunny
down from the ring and laid her on a stretcher. Barry stood aside until
her body was covered with a white sheet, being careful not to soil his
white linen suit with his wife's blood, sweat or tears. He walked beside
the stretcher holding the crop daintily with two fingers as they took
her to the dressing room. The trainer was relieved to see she was
conscious and he spent an hour treating Sunny's bruises, cuts and
abrasions. She had just managed to sit up, her ass and breasts covered
with ointment, when the door opened with a loud bang. Jeanna and Zara
came striding into the dressing room and Jeanna snapped imperiously,
"Men out!" The trainer looked at Barry and he looked at Sunny. She
hesitated and then nodded. The old man and Barry scampered into the
hallway leaving Jeanna and Zara alone with Sunny.
	"What do you want?" Sunny asked, her voice trembling, but her face
hard. Zara stood behind Sunny and put her arms around her rival, cupping
her bruised and battered breasts lovingly. In spite of her light touch,
Sunny winced in pain. Jeanna saw it and smiled. "You remember how to
address me?" she asked tartly. Sunny's face turned bright red, then she
lowered her eyes and mumbled, "Yes Ma'am, Ms Jeanna, Ma'am."
	Jeanna and Zara stayed with Sunny for nearly twenty minutes and when
they left Jeanna was grinning. Barry and the trainer ran back and found
Sunny laying on the table sobbing softly. "What's the matter?" Barry
asked, "Did she hurt you?" Sunny shook her head, "No, she never laid a
hand on me. She didn't have to. She told me I'm out of the picture.
She's using P. J. Sparxx for my role. Jeanna said my body's just too
badly marked up and they don't have time to wait while I heal."
	"I knew it!! I knew she'd try something that bitch! It's outrageous,"
Barry screamed. "We have a contract. Besides, Jeanna's the one who's
responsible for your injuries, her and that Heather. I won't let her get
away with this. I'll sue." Sunny put her hand on his shoulder and shook
her head sadly. "No, don't sue. I told her we'd accept her decision. She
promised me if I was good and didn't make trouble she'd find a role for
me in her next picture. It's about an apartment wrestling promoter who
dumps his girlfriend for another wrestler. She also said if I make a
stink, I'll never work in this country again, ever. Jeanna said Zara and
I could have the starring roles if we wanted and whichever one of us
wins the fight gets top billing. I want that bitch in the worst way, so
I accepted."
	Barry looked at her in amazement. "What's the matter with you? Zara's
her girlfriend, you don't think it'll be a fair fight? Come on, you know
it's fixed." Sunny winced and then she snarled, "Find me a coach. By the
time of the fight, I wanna know how every possible way to tie Zara
Whites into knots." Barry looked at her stunned for a moment then he
grinned. "You know how seeing you fight gets me hard? Well, I've been
hoping you'd want to do it seriously." Sunny looked up at him, "Really?
Why didn't you say so?"
	Then she smiled, "I've learned that fighting is very erotic. I can't
believe how hot I got. You know Jeanna just put that thing in my puss
and I was about to `gasm? What now?" Barry beamed and said, "You ever
heard of the Fabulous Moolah?" Sunny shook her head. "No. Who's that,
some showgirl?" He laughed. "No. Years ago she was the women's wrestling
champion. Held the title longer than anyone. She has a school to train
girls as wrestlers. I've got the information at home. If you're serious,
we'll call her in the morning." Sunny leaned over and kissed her
husband, "Do it. Call and sign me up."

The End of Chapter One

