White victim4
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They began making calls again then Georgia said, "Ed is coming over he says he
already has a bitch but he will take a look."
He arrived a little later with a skinny little white girl who to my shock was
wearing a dog collar around her neck with a leather lead he had hooked around
his wrist.
He led her out to the center of the room and pulled her dress over her head to
reveal a body so skinny her ribs and pelvic bones showed. He said,"What is your
bitch got mine hasn't."
"Plenty. Get that dress off Allene."
I pulled it off and stood tall. By then being displayed nude was no longer a big
deal. I actually felt a little proud when his eyes bugged and he said "Damn she
is a pretty bitch. Those nice boobs and round ass with that little waist makes
her look like a showgirl. How much you want for her?"
"Hundred bucks."
"Get off! Nobody is paying hundred bucks for pussy even though she does look
good."
"Oh yeah? Tom paid a hundred and fifty. You don't get it. This is a girl of your
dreams, a snooty white girl you can fuck or whip or anything else you want short
of putting her in an emergency room."
"How long?"
"Two hours."
"Well I'll tell ya. I get all the fuckin I want but I would like to see a good
cat fight.I'll make you a sportin proposition. We'll hook their wrists together
and give them a couple of whips. If your girl hits the floor first I get her for
nothin but if mine does I'll give you the hundred. I gotta warn you though. I
whipped my bitch last week for an hour and she never passed out.
Georgia and Bess whispered to each other then Bess came to me and said, "Bitch
uou better not fall. If you do yor next week is gonna be hell."
As if it wasn't hell already. They whipped me at least once a day just to hear
me scream and worse they discoved that if they whipped my pussy just hard enough
to make a little sting I would eventually orgasm. For some reason they thought
that was funnier than hell. I later found my little sighs and whines when I came
was silly to them. I guess black women like to talk and make noise.
I said "I will do my best."
She grunted "You better."
Ed took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and locked them on our left
wrists. By then Georgia had made more trips to the "Toy" store and came back
carrying two Cat O Nine tails.I cringed. They are awful things. They have nine
tightly braided leather strands with knots in them. Just one "easy" session with
them had left purple polka dots all over my body.
When we had our whips the girl spoke for the first time saying with hate, "You
are goin down! Bitch"
Then Ed came over and whispered something in her ear. It must have been a
terrible threat because she blanched.
Actually I was pretty confident I had years of aerobics and tennis and if
anything the exertions here had made me even stronger In addition to that I had
become more used to pain.
Ed said."Okay you start at three."
"One"
"Two"
The bitch cheated she swung at two and if I hadn't such quick reflexes the whip
would have hit my head.
That turned out to be bad strategy for her.She kept trying to hit my face while
I went for the larger target of her body. In moments her body was covered with
purple stripes while I only had a few hits on my arms or shoulders. Then I got
lucky When she lunged at me I was able to bring the "Cat" right up into her
splayed pussy. She dropped her arm to protect it which let me give her a
terrible blow across her nipples. then she raised her arm to her boobs and I hit
her pussy again.She dropped her arm to her pussy and I hit as hard as I could
across her face. She was lucky I didn't rip out her eyes. Her head snapped back
and she dropped the whip. I dragged her away from it and hit as hard and fast as
I could but she was really tough and just flailed around with her arm protecting
her face until I hit her right across the solar plexus to knock the wind out of
her and she dropped like a rock.
I stood there all sweaty and panting noticing for the first time the sting and
burn of lines across my tits and lower stomach.
Georgia said "Damn girl! You did good."
It didn't let me off the hook though He still made me suck and fuck him and
other humiliating things for the rest of the two hours. The only difference is
that he had to pay for it.
Then Georgia said to Ed."Hell we could make an event out of this. There is an
abandoned warehouse down the street that would make a great auditorium Why don't
you check with your pimp friends and see if there is some interest in buying
tickets."
"Hellova idea. Lots of guys like cat fights and we could make a bonus by
raffling off the winner and loser"
"Sounds great to me. Go for it"
He slipped the dress over his girl bleeding from some of the stripes and helped
her out because she was still too woozy to walk on her own."
There are a lot of sick people out there. Ed came back to say He had already
sold a hundred tickets at fifty dollars each and now people were coming to him.
Even white and oriental men. the event was set the next week on Saturday night.
During that time they put me into training. I did aerobics, push ups, situps and
training for whip accuracy for the rest of the time. That wouldn't have been so
bad but they also made me stand with my arms crossed on my head while they
whipped me to increase my pain tolerance.
I was a little relieved when Ed stopped by a day before the event to fit me with
a football helmet. At least now I didn't have to worry about losing an eye or
ear.
I was taken to the warehouse. They had made a production of this. There was a
boxing ring set up on a platform and a guy with a PA system announcing raffle
winners. They had changed it so their were two guys for each girl.
Georgia had made a production of me as well. They had bought me a nice dress and
underwear to make sure everyone knew I had class.
I was led into the center of the ring where Bess slowly removed my clothes to
make a strip tease finally sliding down my panties to reveal my hairless pussy
freshly burned off. It was an unreal experience to be stripped in front of
hundreds of men and some women while they cheered.
Then I saw my opponent.She looked like an oriental black cross. She was a
disappointment to the audience because she was just wearing a bikini which she
stripped off in seconds. She yelled " You are in deep shit Cunt! I love bein
whupped."
My only salvation was she was no bigger than me but pudgy indicating she was not
in the best shape.
The announcer introduced us saying I was from Beverly Hills while my opponent
was from the "hood". She got most of the cheers.
This time we were not shackled together which meant we could protect with our
left arm but that just prolonged the ordeal they wanted it to last.He announced
there would be two minute rounds with a minute rest.
I won't bore you with a round by round description I will just say by the
seventh round both of us were covered in bloody stripes and we were both nearly
exhausted. Georgia was smart enough to pour a bucket of water over me between
rounds which helped me stay alert.
On the eighth round I got lucky. I swung the whip as hard as I could to her head
and it must have dislocated her neck or something because she dropped like a
rock.
I was taken to a carpeted room to rest for awhile then an oriental man and a
white man came in. I ran to the white man and begged him to help me and that I
had been kidnapped but he just said,"Fuck you Bitch. I came to fuck not listen
to your hard luck story."
They made use of every second of their time. When I was not sucking one while
the other fucked me doggy style they used their belts on my pussy or breasts
until one of them would get hard again. I became a mindless thing and to my
amazement even had orgasms.
When the hour was up Georgia came to get me and chased them out of the room then
slipped on my dress to take me to her car.
They were really happy. They had made a bunch of money even after expenses and
spent hours disinfecting my wounds and massaging a cooling ointment on me..
Georgia said "This is big, baby in two weeks we are goin to have another event
and when the word gets around we are goin to have a packed house! Even if you
lose we can have a grudge match."
I groaned I knew I couldn't stay lucky forever and if someone beat me they would
probably do it again.
