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Ebb

By: Royal_Prince



Follow me if you will. Thunderous sounds- horsemen gathered four. Imagine cry's hunger, or echo and destiny ebbed. Sky's colored with volcanic puke- rusted and dashed with embers jade. People are there, not long lived of bountiful graces and followers, but they are there all the same- demanding remuneration, shaking their pitiful little fists skyward. With the very last gasp of life, they curse at him. Another child will die. So be it- death is but an illusion. I concede- neither an illusion nor a believer be. 

"Hush little one- for those bad, bad men are many miles from here" The saintly woman cried. 

The corpse was rotted and its putrid smell inflamed the very last of our senses. Yet tears are not to be shed for what remains of this, the last remnants of our humanity- for the child has no conception of pain. (Not then and not now) For on bended knee their faith is never in doubt, never in question. No pain is allowed. (Not then and definitely not now.) 

"Hush little one- for those iron clad horsemen have no business here" The average (formally saintly) woman lied. 

See the defiantly hoofed creatures pound into the drought infested lands- lands' decay fed upon by locust's cast. (They are deemed holy only by what is THEIR destiny.) Their proximity gives them away- the horsemen gathered four.

As they arrived steamy clouds of soup poured from their nostrils in a heated pant. Their neigh is merely a trumpet, forewarning of an apocalypse of such magnitude that Lucifer himself will turn away in repugnance. Oh- those horsemen gathered four. 

"Hush little one- for those men are hero's and fight for God." The average, but misguided woman sighed. 

From the river Nile to the mountain stream somewhere in a tranquil far off land, from the sky, to the feelings amassed by millions- the color blue ceased to exist. Cerise oceans and blood stained clouds ran rampant delivering the final blow to mankind. Yet these vile little people continue to shake their pitiful little fists skyward. "WE CLAIM VENGENCE!" The village troll screamed. No grief, no sadness, no woe's or depression- No, the color blue ceased to exist. Only the fire of Purgatory remained- (A fire that burned within us all) 

"Hush little one- For those men are lover's they shall keep you safe in their bosom" The average, but Hell bound woman denied. 

Born unto her was a child, a gift. Yet upon this unhallowed day, she laid the child at her feet and knelt down before their statute- the horsemen gathered four. She offered her child as gift unto them, for their bounty and their absolution. Unwittingly she full filled her destiny. 

"Hush little one- for those men are God- prey unto them" The wicked (formally average, formally saintly) woman laughed (and she did laugh) 

A gift bestowed upon her by the horseman gathered four- a sterling silver gift. Clutched tightly in her fist she claimed the laurel of death- twas a duel edged blade. She wielded it with such passion, that God himself wept through his tightly closed eyes. She disrobed and offered herself unto her gods. Yet there were no acknowledgements- from the horsemen gathered four. 

"Hush little one- for these men will be leaving soon." The wicked woman cried...(The last tear shed, the last truth spoke) 

One mighty blow from the wicked woman, with that duel edge sword ended what had begun with her. And by her hand she took her own child’s life. Blue does not exist. The child's blood joined a million others, into the deep abyss of the cerise oceans. And she writhed in an orgy like fashion in its purity. 

A trumpet sounded; and one horseman departed. The wicked woman laughed. 
A trumpet sounded; a horseman departed. The wicked woman cried. 
A trumpet sounded; a horseman departed. The wicked woman came. 
A trumpet sounded; and with a mighty swing of a sword, the wicked woman died. 

Into a horizon gapped only by fear the horseman turned to face the saintly, average, wicked woman one last time. And for the first time he spoke. 

"Hush little one- For these men, these bad, bad men, these men who are miles away, for these men who are YOUR lovers and YOUR GODS, tomorrow, will not even know your name"

Ebb and Flow - A Bystander's Life



"Hey! Alan." 

It took me a few moments looking round the crowded club before I saw who had called out to me. "Sorry Rachel, how are you" I said when I reached her table. 

"I couldn't see you in the press." 

"I was waving to you You're tall enough to see my arms. Perhaps something else -- or should I say someone else distracted you. I waved but did you see me?" she answered her own question, by shaking her head, smiled and went on." How are you?" 

"Well thanks. And you know me by now. No one would distract me from you." I looked at her wistfully " I'm waiting to see Mike and Joe, we're planning a hunting trip but they wont be here for a while. I came early. I wanted something to eat I couldn't be bothered cooking tonight. Care to join me? What brings you here?" 

"Like you, I'm waiting for friends." 

"I was hoping you might say that you were waiting for me to show up. You know I come here a lot." I smiled at this hot sexy clever girl. Once again I thought its so unfair. "Girls are supposed to want romance, to want a relationship and here I am, I've offered all that - even marriage to Rachel and all she wants is casual sex. Its not even as if she has a real boyfriend- well not that I know anyway" But I had thought that so often over the last few months. I've sent her flowers, chocolates, taken her to all the girly romantic places and things I could think of- and its done no good at all. All she wanted to do was fuck. And if it had been any other girl I would have been happy at that. But this was Rachel. It hurt. 

"No Alan," she giggled. " But yeah I'd love to join you for a meal. Let's order from the bar. But let me buy you a drink first. Grab a table so we have somewhere to eat later" 

We sat and talked after Rachel came back with the drinks. Then it was my turn to buy a round. When I came back to our table there was a woman standing next to Rachel. Rachel was fuming as the woman said "so why don't you join us, are you thinking you re too good for us." I saw Rachel clenching and unclenching her fists behind her back as she looked at the woman. 

I ran my eyes over the other woman. She was also blonde, a little shorter then Rachel's 5 ft 8 and perhaps a bit heavier. She was dressed in cheap finery, a lot of costume jewellery --cheap bangles and bracelets, her chin and nose both had a stud in them. She was certainly stacked, her tits just about popped out of the low cut t-shirt and her ass was really built. She was heavy where it mattered, her waist was fairly slim. All in all her build suited her slutty appearance.

I looked back at Rachel. There was no comparison between the two women. Rachel was tall slender stylish in her cream blouse and emerald green skirt. She looked exactly what she was- a successful business executive. The other girl looked like trailer trash which I was certain from her loud mouth and abrasive accent she was. Just as certainly she was giving Rachel a bad time. No way would Rachel want to lower herself by being with that sort of slut. I looked over at the intruder's friends. There were another three of them, all dressed cheaply, two had tats on their arms, all were now looking our way. 

Rachel snapped. She stood up, glared at the woman and hissed "Look girl. I am waiting for my friends and I really don't want your loud-mouthed forced good humour. I do not want to have a drink with you and your friends. Now just let me enjoy my peace." She caught my eye and gestured, telling me she wanted to handle this on her own. 

I licked my lips for I had seen her handle another woman before. 

One night last year some of us, including Rachel and her geeky physics lecturer brother, were out at a club and this knockout redhead picked him up. She just about seduced him right there on the dance floor, grinding her cunt to him, hands on his ass, and when he finally got up the nerve to ask for her phone number, the cunt slapped him. I wanted to laugh when he told us, he looked so whimpish he is just so clueless about women-, but! Rachel was furious. She walked over to the redhead with me in tow and demanded that the cunt apologise to her brother right then and there. The redhead whose name I found later was Laura refused; the two women traded insults, each feeding off the other, each getting more angry at each exchange. 

Finally Rachel said "If you don't stand up I will drag your from your chair and then beat you up! And then make you apologise to Steven." I glanced at her, never had I seen her so fired up. 

I turned toward Laura. She seemed to be sizing Rachel up; she was red in the face her breasts heaved. Then she stood up. "OK bitch I'll make you eat those words" With that she slapped Rachel's face hard. 

Rachel responded by grabbing Laura's long red hair with one hand and with the other slapping her face several times. Laura was handicapped by her position- she couldn't go back because of the table and couldn't move to her left because there was a bench there. She thrust her body forward trying to push Rachel out of the way but had to endure several more slaps before she finally got a bit of manoeuvring space. 

I remembered looking at the two women. Rachel's face was flushed, she had pinned her mane of blonde hair back to keep it out of her way and her hands were up ready to attack. Laura, already a little battered round the face, her blue top askew and exposing the top of her heaving creamy breasts was defiant. 

She too wanted a fight. They both looked so hot. 

Now that Laura had some room she darted in quickly seizing Rachel's hair in one hand and punched her chin with the other. Rachel's head snapped back, she groaned loudly, I am sure she was surprised at Laura's move. But she responded fiercely by ramming her knee in Laura's gut. I thought Laura would have been more hurt by that move but it didn't seem to faze her at all for she elbowed Rachel in the face. She was clearly trying to work Rachel's face hard. 

Rachel was surprised again. She staggered back as far as she could with Laura still holding her hair. The two women traded punches for a few minutes. At first Laura wouldn't let go of Rachel's hair which meant she couldn't defend with one hand while attacking with the other. Rachel got a few blows in till Laura realised her mistake. 

When Laura had let go of Rachel's hair the fistfight was a bit more even but I was sure Rachel had the edge, Laura had already taken some punishment. Laura must have realised this as well for she broke from the fight. 

"Watch it the bitch is trying to kick you Rachel." But my warning was not needed. Rachel had seen the move and sidestepped. She closed on Laura, body slamming her and forcing her back against the wall of the booth she had broken away from a few minutes earlier. 

Her back to the wall, Laura tore her nails into Rachel's back, slightly ripping her halterneck top. Rachel squealed more with anger then pain I think though blood seeped from the gashes Laura's nails had made. Rachel punched at Laura's sides and repeated the slam. 

Laura almost folded. When Rachel dropped back, Laura stood there her body heaving, her mouth open as she sucked air in. She moved forward - slowly- punching Rachel hard on both cheeks. Even though she was tired Laura's punches had force and Rachel's head rocked back. She seemed to me to stagger slightly. Laura smirked and closed on her. But then Rachel slammed her knee up hard right into Laura's gut. 

The blow hit well. Laura looked winded. Rachel followed her move with successive punches to Laura's face. Laura blocked some but she was bleeding from the nose and gasping for air. A minute later Rachel slammed her fist deep into Laura's belly. 

Laura had taken all she could. She dropped to her knees. 

Rachel grabbed her foe's red tresses. "Up on your feet slut!" Rachel hauled a sobbing Laura up and turned her round. Pinning Laura's arms behind her back she marched the redhead over to where Steven and our friends were sitting. 

"Apologise to my brother!" 

But Steven cut in. "You didn't need to do that Rachel. You went too far. Was I the excuse? You wanted a fight didn't you?" He smiled sadly. "I know you too well." He turned to Laura. "Its ok I guess. Come on, I've got an icepack and some cold presses and some gauze. Sit down and I will clean you up." 

Rachel whispered to me "That my brother is so nice to her, is more humiliating for Laura. None of her friends came to help her. Here is the guy she tormented, made fun of and slapped, washing her wounds, bandaging them and getting her salves and anti septics. How do you think she feels?" 

"Its true, you like fighting." I replied looking at her flushed, excited face. I squeezed her ass. "Come I'll buy you a drink." 

"Give me a minute to freshen up." 

It was of course much more then a minute; it always is when a woman says she is going to freshen up. But Rachel did look good when she came back. We had a drink. I was surprised when Rachel asked me if I wanted to dance, I thought she would have been too hurt to want to do much more then go home. But we did dance. All the time Rachel kept touching me. She started just brushing against me, while we stood sipping our drinks which I at first thought was accidental, there was a lot of people around. But she got bolder while we danced, sliding her hand inside my shirt, grinding her thighs against mine and kissing deeply. After a bracket of songs we made our way back to the table. I looked at Rachel, she was still flushed, her eyes almost unnaturally bright, her lovely bosom heaving. 

"Hey where is Steven?" Rachel asked. 

"Err he went over there" one of her friends pointed "with Laura and her friends." 

Rachel's mouth dropped. 

"Come on hun this is something we gotta see" I said taking Rachel by the hand and walking over.

When we got there we saw Steven and a rail thin girl talking animatedly. I recognised the girl as a friend of Laura's who had come over before to help her after the fight. Steven explained "Yvonne is doing math at college, she was finding it hard, I know some of her tutors, I'll help her out. And she is into cycling." Steven was a triathele, which I had always though a nerdy sport but it seemed he had found someone to talk to. 

"Well Rachel, I think your fight made you a matchmaker." I said. Steven smiled a little nervously. Yvonne flushed. I continued "lets leave them they don't need us, come lets have another dance." 

This time Rachel danced even closer to me, her movements sexually charged. She nibbled my ear and whispered "take me home Alan. Steven can have our car." She held onto me tightly her arm round my waist as we fount her brother still talking with Yvonne. They had got much closer now, Yvonne's head resting on Steven's shoulder. Rachel spoke to her brother and we left. 

When we got to the walkup Rachel shared with her brother she invited me in. She was hot. We fucked in the corridor, before we were undressed, she gave me a blow job in the kitchen then I returned the favour licking her till she moaned while she waited for coffee to brew. I lost count of the number of times we had sex that night and the next day. She was one hot babe. I was so glad she had fought. I had wanted to get in her pants for ages. I know it was the fight that did it for me that night. 

One of the oddest things though was that a few months later Steven and Yvonne got engaged. I don't understand it. I laughed when I heard it. Rachel was so furious with me when I did she slapped my face and began laying into me with her fists. She gave me a black eye. But even that was ok as within a few moments I had her hands behind her back, she was bent over my kitchen table and I slapped her ass till she screamed. I fucked her from behind while she clung to the table. A fight really makes Rachel hot. 

No, the engagement wasn't the oddest thing. The more I had seen of Rachel the more I liked her. She wasn't just a hot fighter, she wasn't just hot in bed, she was clever, she showed me music and film and art wasn't just for wimps. And that was useful for work too, I was able to impress clients with tickets to concerts and by taking them to art shows. I broke the barrier to become a senior associate after I met some of the senior partners in the crush bar at the symphony concert. It sure helped I had Rachel with me that evening. She was so impressive. 

The oddest thing was that Rachel didn't want to move in with me, I even said the "M" word. All Rachel did was smile and say "Alan you're great in bed, you're a fun guy but I could never trust you as a partner. And as for marriage, you don't know the meaning of commitment." 

My chain of memories was broken by Rachel standing up and saying to the girl who had invited her to join her group "Now I have had enough of you. Get lost You are rude, ignorant and what's worse you're sober. If you were drunk then there might be a reason for your actions, not an excuse of course nothing excuses manners like yours but at least there'd be some hope you were not like this all the time". Clearly the argument had got worse while I had been thinking of the nights last winter. 

The girl looked at Rachel. "So you think you're too good for us. Well you're a rich snob bitch." With that she threw the contents of her glass in Rachel's face following that by yanking Rachel's hair with her other hand. Putting her glass down she slapped Rachel's face several times before Rachel had wiped her eyes and got her vision back. 

"Way to go Cassie" yelled one of her friends, a girl whose tight black top showed she was wearing no bra and left much of her midriff exposed. Even I had to admit she looked hot. 

Cassie continued her onslaught; she slammed Rachel's head hard into the side of a booth. Rachel was stunned and fell back groaning. Cassie grabbed at Rachel's blouse. She was about to rip it when Rachel got back in the fight with a knee raised to Cassie's belly. It was Cassie's turn to groan as the air whooshed out of her lungs. She dropped back. The two girls traded blows for a few minutes with neither of them seeming to get the advantage. In truth that meant Rachel was winning for she had overcome Cassie's surprise attack. 

Perhaps sensing that Cassie broke off stepped back and charged at Rachel. But my girl sidestepped raising her knee and letting Cassie impale herself on it. Cassie staggered forward bent double. Rachel was now well in control. The fight continued for a few more minutes but Cassie was clearly losing. 

Rachel clinched her win by clapping her hands over Cassie's ears and before the stunned girl recovered, by seizing her hair and slamming her head into Rachel's upturned knee. Cassie cried and gave in her face bleeding freely. Rachel reached out grasping Cassie's top with both hands. She tore it wide open down almost to Cassie's naval. 

"This is for trying to do this to me, bitch." 

She pulled on the top. Cassie had to follow or her top would have been ripped in two. Rachel grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her head down. 

"No" squealed Cassie, she knew what was coming. 

So did I. 

"Oh yes" smirked Rachel pushing Cassie's head down till she banged it against the table. Slap, slap, slap went Rachel's other hand on Cassie's ass. 

Cassie squirmed and squealed, begging Rachel to stop but Rachel continued till she had slapped each of Cassie's ass cheeks ten times. "Don't mess with me again" 

A beet red Cassie clutching her ripped shirt slunk back to the corner table where her friends were sitting. 

I offered Rachel another drink but she told me she had to go and freshen up. I watched the scene a bit. Then Rachel came back with some girls. "Alan these are my friends, we were going to see the concert here." She pecked me on the cheek and left with her friends. I finished my drink and waited a while for my friends to turn up.

When Mike and Joe arrived we sat in the main bar planning our trip. The club started broadcasting an ice hockey match, annoying but the volume was low so we were able to keep talking. But we were interrupted by a chubby young brunette at a nearby table raucously cheering the match. She was one of the group of trash that Cassie had come from. All of the others had left. I tried to ignore her till an Indian woman came and chatted with her. After a few moments the two got up. The chubby chick had some drink spilled down her top. She was lurching around. I thought she was drunk and turned back to Mike and Joe . 

"Err Mike have we lost you?" He was staring at the two women. 

"I've seen the brunette before" 

"So?" I didn't care much, I glanced up to confirm my opinion that the brunette wasn't worth caring about. She was dressed in a mock leather jacket ad cotton t-shirt a denim skirt and mock leather boots "You've seen white trash before. Well duh! So have I. What's with this one." 

"No, it's not that. I saw her lose a fight, then she got gangbanged." 

"You begin to interest me. Do tell" 

"It was at the beach a month or so ago. I was there with some other guys. Id' been windsurfing, checking out the babes, having a few drinks- the sort of thing I like to do most summer weekends.. We were just sitting checking out the scene. I heard two girls arguing loudly. I looked around there was that fat brunette chick we saw just then --her names Jenn Peccavi by the way- and a slim blonde with huge tits just about popping out of her string bikini standing just about tit to tit and glaring at each other. The guys and me got up and walked over to where the bitches were just as they started shoving each other back and forth. Peccavi won that exchange so the blonde tried to knee her in the groin. She failed and the brunette closed on her slapping her face hard. It seemed the fat slut was going to have an easy win cuz even though the blonde ripped her t-shirt open because she body slammed her and the blonde ended on her ass on the sand. Then I saw the brunette straddle the blonde and slap her face a few times." 

Mike paused sipped his beer and continued "The blonde just managed to beat the fat bitch off by punching her repeatedly in the face. She split the brunettes lip. By this time the brunette's tits were all on display, the ripped t-shirt didn't do anything to hide them. The two girls got up and circled each other trading punches. For the first time I began to think the blonde might make a fight of it. She was lighter on her feet, moved faster and if her punches didn't have the same force as the fat babe's she landed a lot more. Then she made a mistake. Instead of punching the brunette into a heap she charged forward and the two women grappled each other. I could see this is just what the fat brunette wanted. She scraped her nails right down the blonde's back and then got her in a bear hug. All the blonde could do was rip the other slut's bottoms so they started to slide down. 

"Peccavi had the fight as good as won when suddenly the blonde bit her hard." 

"That was dirty" Joe remarked. 

"You aint heard nothing yet." Mike took another swig of his beer before continuing. "The brunette dropped back. You could see she had a chunk out of her shoulder, it was bleeding freely. The blonde swung a few punches that really damaged the brunette chick- she couldn't take them in her gut - just too fat. Well you saw her just a few minutes ago, you saw that yourself. Any way she dropped back further. There was a bit of a lull. The bitches stood there glaring at each other the blonde topless now- her bikini top had come off in that last clinch, the brunette was naked she had lost the rest of her t-shirt somehow. God they looked hot. Each of them had hard nips. Both of them stroked their tits. They were turned on by fighting as much as we were by watching. I bet Wayne Foster $50 the brunette would cream the blonde- perhaps in more ways then one" Mike chuckled and continued. ".Wayne said she was tired and out of condition and too fat. We both thought the winner would want a victory fuck -- I thought Peccavi would want a gangbang. She was one hot slut." 




Ebb and Flow - A Bystander's Life



"Well that might be- if you like trailer trash" I broke in. "To me that is all she is". 

"Why do you keep on saying that Al? 

"She's fat but more then that look at what she was wearing tonight. Looks like she bought it all in Walmart. And she's drunk. look how she lurched around. look at that top soaked with whatever she was drinking. But I'm interrupting. Go on Mike please." 

"The brunette must have overheard Wayne and me talking for she glanced at us. I winked at her and she smiled back. Right then I was absolutely sure I was right, that she wanted a victory gang bang. And she seemed on the verge of victory too cuz she rushed at the blonde, seizing her right arm in both of her own hands and ran round in a circle forcing the blonde to follow her. For a fat chick the brunette really ran fast. I could see her panting for breath. Wayne was right, she was tiring fast. Then the brunette let the blonde go- the old crack of the whip trick. The blonde collapsed almost fell to the ground. The brunette was onto her in a flash knocking her the rest of the way punching her and once again I thought she had the fight won again." 

"Once again you were wrong?" I couldn't help but get that jibe in. "I tell you she's trash." 

"Yeah but trash can fight. " Joe broke into the conversation again. "Go on Mike tell us what happened." 

"The blonde wormed her way out from under the brunette and got to her feet. It was then, looking back now, that the fight went pear shape for the fat bitch. She looked exhausted. After all this had been going on for nearly twenty minutes. She feinted to her left and charged the blonde on her right. But the blonde wasn't fooled and kneed the brunette in the belly. The big bitch sank to the sand. She got up again and the two sluts stood there a few feet apart each trying to recover, each waiting for the other to move. 

"Finally it seemed the big brunette couldn't wait any more. She pushed in, swung the blonde round and charged. The two sluts crashed to the sand. The brunette got on top and straddled the blonde. I was sure she had it won then-after all this was the third time she had got the blonde on her back on the sand. But once again she couldn't get the winning move. The blonde responded to her slaps with hard well-aimed punches forcing the fat tired bitch off her. They both tried to stand but the blonde was much faster. She kneed the brunette under the chin. The worn out fat whore collapsed on her back on the sand. The blonde stamped on her gut. The brunette screamed in pain. The blonde straddled her. The blonde bounced up and down on the fat slut's belly. 

"Suddenly the fight was over. The fat brunette cried and gave in. But the fun was really only just beginning. The blonde took some pics of the defeated slut naked on the sand. Then she called for volunteers to throw the fat bitch in the surf to clean her up." 

"And of course you volunteered. " I had to get that jibe in, after all Mike had been cheering for the brunette. 

"Yeah . Well I had just lost $50 to Wayne . I wanted some fun. Four of us carried her down and tossed her in the water a few times. Next the blonde got us to carry the brunette up to the tables near the car park. She spanked her fat enemy's ass till it was beet red. You could see the fat chick was getting off on the humiliation. Then the blonde got us to stand the brunette slut up and she fingered her till the fat whore was moaning. Finally the blonde whored the slut out- saying we could gang bang her if we paid the blonde $300. We clubbed together, paid the blonde, took the skank up to the sand hills and had her. She was such a slut too. " 

"So how do you know her name?" Joe was curious. 

"One of the guys who gang banged her knew where she had her stuff. We went back there. He thought of going to the slut and offering her clothes or her keys and making her choose one or the other. In the end though we persuaded him that the bitch had had enough happen to her already. But it didn't stop us having a look through her gear. Funny thing was there was a book there called "The Inferno"- it was poetry It had all notes through it as if Peccavi had been studying it." 

I don't suppose I would ever have thought about the girl again- seen one trailer trash slut, seen them all even if this one did read Dante - had we not seen her again that evening. 

We were walking along Chamberlain St to the L station - who would drive when the cops were around with breath testing all the time- when this almost naked girl -clad only in a jacket scurried past us. I didn't recognise her at first. But I couldn't resist taunting her, whoever it was. 

"Hey honey, show us your tits. Everything else is fucking well on show" I yelled out at her. She looked back and I saw her jacket was open, that the zip had gone. "what the" I muttered. Then I nudged Mike, "Hey that's Peccavi. .Lets have some fun." 

He wolf whistled. Peccavi tried to ignore us and kept walking. She sped up a bit, swinging her head from side to side. "The bitch is looking for somewhere to hide. She' s shit scared of us already" I whispered to the other two. There was nowhere for her to hide, no alley, no alcove not even a patch of darkness in the busy street. She stopped walking. "She's trying to show she's a tough bitch, that we can't scare her. But I know we have. She wouldn't bother if we hadn't worried her already" I whispered again.

"Hey, what's the hurry babe" Joe, called out "Talk to us, we wont eat you." 

I smiled as she turned to face us, she was a cocky bitch, trying to out stare me. I laughed "Speak for yourself, man, I'd eat her. What a slut, walking down Chamberlain St nearly naked." I gazed at her, running my eyes down from her face to her tits. She shivered. I dropped my eyes more, over the swell of her plump belly and down to her pussy. She shivered. She knew I was thinking how I would have her naked. And she knew I knew that and that she would like that. All trash do. 

Mike punched me playfully in the shoulder. "Too right dude and then she might suck us off too." He sneered as he flicked his eyes up and down the slut's almost naked body. 

I called out "Come on hun slow down. Have some fun with us." I knew we would have fun with her before the night was out. 

The bitch stuck her finger up and walked on more quickly. 

"Great ass, fat girl" Joe called. 

"You a lezo bitch or something babe" Mike taunted "is that why you don't want to talk to us?" 

The fat slut shouted back "I'll show you I'm no lezo." Turning to face us she pulled her coat open. "So you've seen my tits. Satisfied? Cuz seeing them is all you're gonna do" She spun round again and ran off. 

Mike and Joe catcalled after her. 

"Save your breath guys, she's going to the L station. So are we. We will see her there." 

About five minutes later we got to the station. I whistled softly. "See guys what did I tell you. Here is our very own trash again. I usually put out the trash but this is one bit of trash that is going to put out for us." I walked up to the ticket machine and said more loudly "Hey dudes look who's here. Hi babe, so we meet again. I do so hope you won't be as rude to us as you were before." I smiled at the other two guys. 

The bitch leapt to her feet , her torn coat opening wide. Joe sneered ."You do like showing your tits don't you hun. And you must be that pleased to see us --look how hard your nipples are." 

Pulling the coat round her body as best she could she blushed as Mike continued "Someone chew your tits, what happened? You're all bruised and scratched. Nice rack otherwise" 

"None of your shitting business. Bugger off leave me alone." she was a game bitch, I had to give her that though I knew how this was going to end. And she did too. She was just putting off the inevitable. 

"You were in a fight slut." I smiled as I cast my eyes over her. 

"Just fuck off and let me be." 

"You were drunk. You got beaten. You got stripped." I smiled at her. She couldn't meet my gaze. She looked at her feet. I continued "That's right, isn't it fat slut?" 

She looked up briefly as I looked her up and down. She nodded gulped and looked away completely cowed. I had her where I wanted her. 

"Tell me fat slut. I want to hear it from your lips" 

"Yes I was in a fight. Yes I got beaten. Yes I got stripped. Now please stop calling me a slut.." 

"What else would you like me to call you? You are a slut. Look at you slut, almost naked showing your ass. And you're flashing your pussy! And your tits are hardly covered by that pathetic cheap ripped jacket. And you're on a metro platform. Oh yes, you're a slut!" 

"Can you just leave me alone please. I don't want to cause any trouble." She was begging now. And she wanted it. We could all see her nipples straining against her cheap jacket. I was breaking her down by calling her slut repeatedly. Its a great way ; labelling someone so often till they believe it. 

Joe took up the chorus. "You're a fat slut too. Big ass and belly. Nice tits though." 

Then it was Mikes turn "Yeah dude they are nice but they are going to sag soon. They're like overripe melons. She does have great legs. And as for not wanting to cause trouble you changed your tune now. You started the fight didn't you? You got what you deserved." 

"Fuck I did not start it. That curry munching whore did." She snapped, she had lost her cool and given Joe a perfect opening. . He grabbed her arm. "So you're a redneck as well slut! That is a racist slur. You should be ashamed of yourself. Apologise now!" 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it. I know it was wrong." 

"Not enough. You need to be taught a lesson" Joe glanced at us, his face broke into a wide smile.. "Isn't that right guys?" 

I returned his smile, he was getting good at this. "I think you should put her over your knee and slap that fine fat ass of hers that everyone can see anyway." 

"Shit no!" The bitch howled. 

"Yeah man. You have the best ideas." Mike "I want to see it all red and shaking like a jelly." 

"Bend over" commanded Joe sitting on the bench. He stared at the cunt for a moment until she did as she was told, kneeling and bent over Joe's lap. "Count my slaps slut and say thank you for the lesson." 

"Ouch shit argh! One. Thank you." It was fun to see her squirm. "Hey oh god! Two. Thank you. Aggh oh fuck oh shit. Three. Thank you." I nudged Mike as the slut's ass started to redden in the fluoro lights of the station. "Oh gawd. Four. Thank you." We were completing her degredation. "Hell, oh no. Five. Thank you." And it continued till Joe seemed to have finished. "Ten thank you " the bitch raised her torso, she was kneeling with her body upright. 

"OK slut you have a choice. You can either take five more slaps or you can sit on my knee while I feel your tits," Joe said. 

"Great idea bro" I complimented him, he was getting very good at this. "Of course that's no choice to a slut like you. You're probably dripping and waiting for a feel." 

"Maybe you could finger and see how wet she is" smirked Mike. "Oh you have made her ass red. I bet she is sore as all hell." 

"No, I'll take the slaps." she said bending forward again " Eleven, thank you." She whimpered a bit as Joe went on. "Thirteen" 

"You want to give up slut?" Joe sniggered. 

I knew it was time to knife her properly "She can't take the pain." Then I went out on a limb. But I was sure my guess about her was right, she just seemed the school bully type. "The slut dished it out many times. But its different isn't it slut when you're taking it? How many fluffy little girls have you bullied, how many times have you been spanking someone like you're being spanked now? You can't remember can you? You cum when you hear them begging you to stop, when you know their panties are wet. Pretend Domme! You're like all bullies aren't you slut -real tough till you're on the receiving end." 

"You want me to feel you after all?" Joe asked. 

"No I said I'd take the slaps. And so I will" she said defiantly. He finished then seized the shaking girl as she tried to stand. "Hey not so fast" "You said you'd let me go!" 

"I changed my mind." He pulled the slut down dragging her onto his lap and playing with her tits. I think he lied, that he had always planned to feel the sluts tits, but she was trash. No one cares what you do to trash. Nor should they. 

"You're all hard there. I wonder if you're wet below." As Joe kept playing the slut moaned. She was so hot and ready to be fucked! 

She leapt to her feet "Hey fair enough. He's had his play. He's touched me up. Do you guys want to? I got a train to catch remember. Look" she said turning to met. "I'll let you two have a quick feel each and then I'm on my way." 

"Why are you in such a hurry? The next redline metro doesn't leave for 20 minutes." I smiled as I slipped my hands under her coat stroking her tits. She trembled as I stared into her eyes. She panted . "The slut is in heat" 

She stared at her feet. "How do you know I am catching a redline train?" 

"Oh we know a lot about you slut," sneered Mike. "And babe, when you lost that fight, that Indian princess who you called 'curry muncher' forced you to do some munching of your own, didn't she? You ate her out, didn't you?" 

Now that had to have been a guess by Mike but we could all see it was the right guess when her body sagged. I kept working her tits. She was flushed, panting, her legs were squeezed together "Oh I can see you did" he continued taunting her. "And you're just panting at the memory! You must have enjoyed it so much. You lezo bitch!" 

"I am no lezo!" she whimpered breaking from my grasp. 

"Prove it slut" Mike grabbed her pulling her close as he repeated "prove it slut." 

"Fuck you. I don't have to prove it to jerks like you." 

"Ha! I knew it, she is a rug munching skank" Joe sneered. "Look at me please" I ordered, she obeyed me. "Actually Jenn Peccavi you do need to prove it!" She gaped in amazement. "How the fuck do you know my name?" 

"For once your foul mouth is appropriate' snarled Mike holding her tightly with one hand working her tit with the other. 

"Stop it you're hurting me." 

"So what slut? Do you remember a fight on a beach in early summer between a big fat brunette and a slim blonde? 

Do you remember how the brunette started it but the blonde won? " 

I broke in as the slut gulped in dismay "Answer him Jenn, you slut!" 

"Yes," she faltered her whole body trembling. 

"Do you remember the blonde asking four men to pick the brunette up and throw her in the surf to clean her up?" Joe continued crushing her tit. The bitch's face showed the pain was turning her on. She looked as if she was about to cum, face flushed, lips parted her eyes rolling back. 

"Oh god oh fucking god you were one of them" 

Mike continued the story he had told us earlier. The slut was whimpering, moaning, on the very edge of cumming. I wanted to keep her there, to make her serve us, and not cum herself. She was trash who cared if trash got off so long as we did. "How many men did you fuck, slut? I asked 

She gulped "I don't remember. About a dozen I think." Her body shook she tried to grab onto me. I looked at her. Again she looked away. I pushed her arms away. She was about to collapse. I wanted to see that. she tottered wavering, she would have fallen but she clutched my shoulders again. 

I wasn't having that. I brushed her off and slapped her ass . "I don't want you holding onto me slut. If you cant stand then get down and kneel whore" 

I hardly had to more then tap her body to make her fall to her knees. "So drunk or so wet that you can't stand up any more slut!" I pushed her so her cunt rested against a corner of one of the benches. I pushed her ass with her legs then dub my thumbs under her shoulder blades rocking her back and forth. 

'Stop please it hurts so much. Please stop" 

"Hey dudes look at this. The slut's fucking the concrete. What a whore!" 

"Please stop please!" she whimpered looking up into my eyes. 

"Turn round slut!" I commanded. "Crawl out from there and come to me." She did so. "Look at me whore." I saw she tried but failed , she dropped her head and looked at the floor. "open your mouth slut." She did so. I had won. I looked at her hand. She took the hint unzipped my fly and began sucking me. I fucked her mouth as she gagged and spluttered. 

" Hey, Jenn Peccavi, some Domme bitch you are! You're next to naked giving head in a metro stop," Joe jeered "And you're not finished yet. I want some action too!" 

Mike chuckled "you want to cum don't you Jenn. You want a fucking don't you Jenn. You want to be on your back on the bench here, with us pounding you don't you Jenn. Well you might just get your wish. What a slut you are. Playing with yourself like this." I glanced down, the bitch was fingering herself. 

Just before I came I pulled out and sprayed her face with cum. Then I thrust a $20 note in her jacket pocket. Joe and Mike did the same as she sucked them in turn. There was a distant rumble. I laughed and said "The train is coming whore. Now get on it and get the hell out of here. I am sure that a skank like you will be sure to give Christmas presents to the blokes on the train." 

She got on the train. We high fived each other. Rarely had I had so much fun with trash. It was worth more then the $20 we each paid her . We had broken her. She would be our whore whenever we wanted her to be. We talked about finding her phone number - it was an unusual name so it would be easy- and having her - and maybe a friend or two of hers as well - around for some parties. 

I left the guys there when my train came. 

A few weeks later Rachel and some other friends and I went to the beach. Most of the rest were still swimming or at least playing in the water together while Rachel and I were chatting. She started talking about the two fights I had seen her in. I was surprised she was so open about getting a buzz out of fighting. 

"Yeah I enjoy seeing other girls squirm. Its almost as good as having sex when they give in.". "'I have no idea why I get so horny from it, maybe I'm a pervert or something." She laughed, "But all I know is that I want to fuck in the worst way afterwards. 

I smiled at that remembering what we had done after I saw her fight for the first time. 

"And it is not just the fighting, it is the winning and the humiliating the loser. I love seeing them beg, most of the time the sluts really want to lose, they get wet. Weak little bitches." 

"Oh my!" I exclaimed. "Look behind you Rachel. See that fat brunette just getting out of the water?" 

"The one in the T-shirt and bikini bottoms?" 

"Yeah that one." 

"Yes well what of it?" 

"Her name's Jenn Peccavi. She's trailer trash. And she likes to fight. And she is easy to beat. I have seen her after a fight- she lost -- she got stripped down to just a jacket. Remember that night I met you and we had a meal together, the night I met Joe and Mike to talk about hunting" Rachel nodded. "It was that night. She had to get from the club to the metro to get home just like that in an open jacket with the zip broken off it and nothing else." 

Rachel was excited, her body was tensing, her eyes shone. 

"And Joe knew her before that. He said he had seen her fight on the beach. She lost against some blonde who trashed her completely -- got some guys to throw her in the Lake after the blonde had whipped her ass, then the blonde beat her butt with a sandal. Then the blonde ...auctioned her off...Joe says the fat slut got a gangbanging that day." 

Rachel's eyes were almost popping from their sockets. Her breasts heaved with excitement. "What a slut --and you say she's easy to beat?" 

I squeezed her butt and whispered "Go get her Rachel have fun." and she stepped off quickly toward Peccavi who was ambling up the beach as if she was day dreaming and certainly not paying enough attention to where she was going. Rachel had the ideal excuse to pick a fight when a startled Peccavi walked right into her. "Hey! Uh! Watch where you're going bitch" Rachel hissed as if surprised at the collision. 




Ebb and Flow - A Bystander's Life



Just as I thought Peccavi saw red. Her body language - face flushing, arms on hips, her muscles tensed told everyone she thought the incident was Rachel's fault, that Rachel should have been keeping her eyes open "Hey what's this bitch business?" she turned on Rachel her eyes flashing. " You want to watch your tongue and don't be rude and say bitch to me. You too could be watching out if so you wouldn't have walked into me" Then being Peccavi she added in a whisper she thought only Rachel would have heard but which I am sure a few of us heard clearly "You blonde bitch! Or are you like all blondes dumb?" 

That's the way I thought, Peccavi is digging her own grave again, she has just managed to alienate any sympathy for herself. She stood directly in Rachel's path her legs astride. 

Rachel played it well, seemingly keeping her cool "What did you say girl? Now please move so I can get past. " Peccavi stood her ground glaring at Rachel. Rachel sighed. " Please get your big ass out off my way She pushed Peccavi lightly as if trying to walk past her. 

Peccavi took the bait "Hey don't you be so rude" I could see the plump trash sizing Rachel up. She was so obvious you could almost see her think 'She is my height, thinner, maybe a bit older and blonde. Hey she wants a fight! I'll give her one". Then she broke the silence and hissed at Rachel "How about you behave or do you need a lesson in manners girl." I saw her tense her body ready to push Rachel back. This was going so well. 

Rachel continued her innocent manner " Are you looking for a fight bitch? You don't want to go there. I'm not in the mood. Just get out of my way please. She stepped forward. Peccavi stepped sideways at the same time. Whether by accident or design the two girls collided again, Rachel walked directly into Peccavi, pressing right into her chest. The two girls stood chest to chest their breasts pancaked together. 

"So you're not looking for a fight! Well then leave me alone! Let me be and apologise and go on your own way" Peccavi retorted as she put her left leg out behind her body buttressing her as she shoved forward. She was clearly hoping her weight would make Rachel stumble. 

And she succeeded. She was the aggressor, Rachel would be seen as the innocent party which would, I knew, make her victory even sweeter. But right now Rachel was furious. "That's it bitch! You are going down and out." She screamed swinging a wild right hand slap around for the side of Peccavi's face. 

"Damn it Rachel" I muttered. "That's not the way to beat the girl. She has some fighting skills. Cool down sweetie." 

Peccavi proved my point. She yanked on Rachel's long blonde hair pulling Rachel's face towards her own and slapped Rachel's face hard repeatedly. "Suffer bitch" she hissed her face glowing red from Rachel's earlier smack. Rachel groaned, her scalp must have been on fire as Peccavi jerked her hair repeatedly so that Rachel's head snapped from side to side. 

Nothing daunted Rachel proved her mettle as a fighter. She slammed her right knee into the fat trashy slut's gut. "Take it whore' she screamed as her foe staggered back in pain clutching her belly coughing and spluttering as she fought for breath. Rachel smiled "What's the matter bitch not talking so tough now?" before quickly followed her successful move with a straight kick aiming low. 

"Risky move Rachel, if it works its a winner, but if you miss all you get is a bad name as a dirty fighter." I muttered as Peccavi dodged the full force of the kick which landed relatively harmlessly on her outer thigh. Taking advantage of Rachel's temporary lost balance the brunette closed in on the blonde slamming punches on her breast. Rachel responded with the same moves and for a few minutes the two bitches traded punches. Foolishly Peccavi had chosen to play to Rachel's strength. Rachel with her longer reach and greater speed was winning this exchange. She was pounding her shorter, slower foe who didn't seem able to counter her moves. Rachel had made up the ground she lost with her risky kick. 

Clearly in pain and just as clearly getting desperate Peccavi groaned and gasped then stepped back bringing her knee into Rachel's gut hissing "Two can play at that game slut." 

I saw Rachel was taken back by this move, perhaps she was overconfident. She gasped as the brunette's knee slammed deep into her belly. She doubled over slightly, her arms in front trying to fend off any attack. Both women were beginning to sweat heavily, Peccavi's t-shirt was sticking to her body in places, Rachel's face shone with sheen of sweat. 

I was surprised that Peccavi followed up her advantage with punches one each to Rachel's face and belly. I was astonished at the damage they did. The knee blow to her tummy must have really troubled Rachel. She doubled over grunting. But once again she showed her prowess. Peccavi moved forward trying to get in more punches. Rachel still doubled over, lunged forward, driving her right shoulder into Peccavi's soft plump belly. 

Peccavi screamed. " Fuck you slut" as she staggered backward her arms windmilling as she tried to keep her balance. She looked almost winded. 

"Finish her off blondie" yelled some guy in the crowd. 

"Not yet Rachel I hope, I want to see you humiliate Peccavi" I whispered to myself. I pushed forward to stand in the front row of the growing circle around the two girls. 

Rachel pressed her attack with a hard straight kick aimed at Peccavi's belly. She missed getting the fully impact as Peccavi dodged the blow but the kick still connected with Peccavi's side. The brunette was visibly weakening. She scurried back trying to trade space for time. I hoped some guy would push her back into the fight. 

But that wasn't needed. Rachel came after her yelling in triumph "Take that you slut." She seized the fat girl's t-shirt in both hands and tugged. The t-shirt ripped in two down the front. Peccavi's big full but perhaps slightly droopy tits swung free. The nipples were jutting out. I was sure they were rock hard. Rachel slammed her body into Peccavi who dropped back again. She looked beaten. But she came back strongly, slamming Rachel even harder then Rachel had slammed her. Rachel staggered. She was too cocky. But then again I was surprised how resilient Peccavi was. 

Peccavi stepped forward trying to grab Rachel in a bear hug. "Oh shit no" I yelled "She'll crush you with her weight. Rachel do something" 

Perhaps Peccavi recognised my voice, she took her eyes off Rachel and looked at me. I nodded, smiling quietly, staring at her. The blood drained from her face, leaving it white. She dropped her eyes staring at the sand. In those few seconds Rachel had evaded Peccavi's grasp and now launched a kick at Peccavi's belly. It connected. Peccavi staggered, she faltered and almost dropped to her knees. She clutched her battered gut whimpering. Rachel stepped up hoping for a finishing blow. But again she was over confident. She charged forward, her hands raised above her head as if they wielded an axe. I knew what she was going to do- try to slam it down on Peccavis neck but she wasn't looking at her foe. That was stupid of her for at the last minute Peccavi sidestepped raised her knee and Rachel charged right into it. 

"You fucking skank" Rachel howled as she staggered forward, clutching her tummy, doubled over, her hair covering her face. 

"Yes" Peccavi hissed as she turned back to Rachel pushing her forward, trying to knock her over. And it worked! Rachel fell to her knees. Peccavi faltered, she was tired, perhaps near the limit of her strength, it seemed she couldn't press her advantage. She just stood there her belly and tits heaving under the tattered remains of her t-shirt. 

Rachel looked tired too -her body was slick with sweat, she was panting- but she got to her feet and when Peccavi moved in on her she retaliated with a kick which connected with Peccavi's belly. The trash couldn't take it. She moaned in pain "Fuck..arrgh my gut." Her knees buckled. She dropped to the sand on her knees clutching her battered tummy. She was exhausted, sweat poured off her. 

"Finish her now Rachel" I cheered my friend on. 

Peccavi looked at me, her mouth fell open and again her eyes dropped as I stared at her. She grunted, her tits and belly heaving. 

Rachel came toward her. Rachel yanked Peccavi's hair pulling her head between Rachel's thighs in a standing headscissors. She reached over the fat whore's back, seized the waistband of her bottoms and pulled them up into the trash's groin hard. "Scream for me bitch" Rachel hissed breathing heavily. 

Peccavi did so. "Fuck you whore...arrgh arrgh bitch." She tried to free herself from the trap. She clawed at Rachel's legs with one hand and at her pussy with her other hand. 

Rachel yelled in pain but kept hold, pulling on the bikini bottoms till they ripped free of her big foe's body. But the momentum made her stagger back. She released Peccavi's head and twirled the torn bottoms on her finger "Lose something bitch" she smirked. 

"Damn you Rachel you're playing to the crowd" I muttered as she tossed the bottoms away and the guys cheered and hooted at Peccavi. 

The trash got to her feet and charged at Rachel who was too busy laughing with the crowd to pay attention.. 

Peccavi's lowered head caught Rachel right in the midsection. Rachel staggered back. The trash wrapped her hands round Rachel's waist and slammed her head forward in a savage butt. She winded Rachel who crashed back onto the sand 

Rachel tried to recover by bringing her knee up under the slut as the two bitches writhed on the sand. Again Rachel's knee slammed into the fat cunts belly. Peccavi moaned but got to her knees and came after Rachel. Rachel had turned side on and the slut seized Rachel's bikini top and broke it. Rachel's breasts bounced free. My friend slammed her elbow wildly back toward Peccavi's throat but she missed hitting her breast instead. 

Peccavi pummelled Rachel's flanks driving more air from her lungs as some of the guys catcalled at Rachel's dilemma. Both bitches managed to stand but Peccavi attacked first body slamming Rachel and tripping her up by snaking her foot behind Rachel's. 

She forced Rachel to her knees. For the first time I thought Rachel was in serious trouble. Rachel tried to reach behind her , she was groping, perhaps for Peccavi's hair. But Peccavi seized Rachel's blonde mane instead and jerked hard, putting her whole strength into it. She was slow, she was worn out. The injuries Rachel had inflicted had weakened her but she was on her feet and Rachel wasn't. Instead Rachel crashed to her back on the sand and Peccavi hauled her along the sand by tugging her hair. The fat bitch started to laugh. 

Rachel shrieked in pain as her arms flailed wildly. She couldn't reach Peccavi, Rachel's hair was so long that she couldn't lay a finger on her torturer. Her scalp must have been on fire. She raised her legs trying to kick out to free herself. Peccavi pulled Rachel's head between Peccavi's spread thighs. 

Rachel's head was locked there as Peccavi bent forward seized one of Rachel's ankles and began to raise it. 

"What's happened Rachel you were winning? Come on! Smash the fat trailer trash!" I yelled for all Rachel was doing was slapping feebly at Peccavi's thighs. 

Peccavi yanked Rachel's leg higher and higher. She was putting every last effort into this. Even I had to admire the trash's endurance I could see her tensing her muscles as the sweat rolled off her. She panted, her body heaved but she drew Rachel's leg up and up till her ankle was level with Peccavi's tits.. Rachel's body was arched only her shoulders were on the ground. That alone must have been agony. 

And then Peccavi let go of Rachel's leg. Rachel's body slammed into the sand.- she even sank into it a bit. I could almost hear the air being squashed out of her lungs She lay there moaning. Peccavi opened her thighs. Rachel's head flopped back on the sand. 

"Oh no Rachel! Move honey! She's going to sit on your face. She's going to try to smother you." I couldn't believe it. 

Rachel saw Peccavi's descending bare ass. "No you don't bitch oh no" But Rachel seemed to weak to do much other then turn her head to one side. 

Peccavi grabbed Rachel's head turning it so that Rachel's pretty face was upright, directly beneath the fat slut's fat ass. ..."have a look blondie. This will .be the last time you see the sun for a while". She lowered herself planing her ass firmly on Rachel's face. 

Rachel thrashed around with her hands but Peccavi seized one then the other planting them under her feet. She squirmed on Rachel's face. I think she was trying to get Rachel's nose firmly planted between her sweaty bare ass cheeks for she lifted her butt an inch or so only to slam it back hard on Rachel's face. 

Peccavi was sure of victory now. She was gloating. She cackled gleefully. Her body shook with anticipation. This aroused the bitch! She was getting 'hot' with excitement as she was about to finally humiliate Rachel! 

Poor Rachel was defenceless. I knew it was only a matter of time before she fell unconscious beneath the fat bitch's ass. 

Rachel kicked her legs in the sand. It was futile.The whore sat there her legs parted showing us her pussy. But she did more then that, the slut started to finger herself while she stroked first one nipple then the other with her free hand. Her tits jutted out, just as they had when we made her give us blow jobs. 

"Oh god look at her, she's such a slut." some girl muttered as Peccavi stuffed a finger inside herself. 

Poor Rachel, but then she chose to fight. I had encouraged her but it was her choice. She knew she stood a chance of losing. Every fighter knows that. And this time, this day Rachel just wasn't good enough. But I couldn't let Peccavi suffocate her. 

Peccavi must have stayed poised above Rachel for thirty seconds. Then she chuckled and lowered herself back onto Rachel''s face. She wiggled her ass around . She was clearly trying to get a better position. She looked at me and almost smirked "Your girl's nose is right in my asshole." 

I bit my tongue. Peccavi was taunting me to intervene. She knew that would be unpopular with the crowd which was egging her on . Some woman yelled out " Smother the bitch, strip the sexy skank. Leave her naked." I looked, the speaker was pretty ordinary, not in Rachel's class at all. But not trash like Peccavi either. She was probably jealous of Rachel. She had reason to be. But jealous or not, her comment was popular. A few guys cheered and hollered. Some more clapped at the idea. 

I looked back at Peccavi. I could see that she was afraid of me. Sure she hid it from the crowd and definitely from Rachel But every time I caught her eye, her face dropped, she couldn't meet my gaze. This was her way of trying to break that fear, the dominance she knew I had over her. Were I to be hooted down by the crowd when I told her to leave Rachel alone, some of that fear would go, some of the dominance would be broken. No, I would bide my time till when the crowd would be on my side. I returned her stare "So what Jenn, you seem to have won, it was a fair fight. But do you really have to flash everyone your pussy? Do you really have to celebrate by fingering yourself? Do you have to show just how big a slut you really are? ". She turned her face from me. 

Again someone said "oh god she is a complete slut" 

And someone else muttered in disgust "Yes, fingering herself in public, just disgraceful. Damn trash slut." 

Peccavi coloured and dropped her eyes 

"So slut, you have some shame...not much perhaps but some." I said. She flushed red then the colour drained from her cheeks. "You heard them, you are trailer trash, a complete slut." She stared at the sand. I knew I had reinforced my dominance over her. 

But she wasn't just a slut she was cunning too. Her sex would get sticky- damn it I could almost see it getting sticky, her thick matted untidy bush was glistening, - and that would help seal Rachel's nose in Peccavi's asshole. And now she began fingering herself in earnest. We could see her jerking three fingers in and out of her pussy. IT took a few moments for Rachel's movements to subside again. I suppose this time she was almost unconscious. 

I looked at Peccavi, thinking I would have to intervene to get her off Rachel. She rubbed her tits with one hand and winked at some guy in the crowd. I knew then that Mike was right. This slut had wanted a victory fuck in the fight he saw, she wanted one now. And I was going to make sure she did get one. But not the way she expected. I was going to break her, to make her once more the needy subbie slut that she had been that night on the Metro. Make her that forever. And then drop her. 

I looked back at her. The whore was moaning, gasping. Her body twitched. Within a minute - no more- Peccavi screamed, threw her head back and orgasmed "oh my god! Oh fuck! O yes, yess oh yess oh god. ' Her head jerked backward, her body shook as she came hard, fluid gushing out. Her body tightened as if she was determined to keep Rachel under her. She gripped Rachel's waist as she continued to cum. "Oh god yes fuck yes oh oh ohhh oh yes!" 

She slapped Rachel's tits in triumph " Oh slut you lost big time" She collapsed on the sand. 

A moment later she knelt and moved over to Rachel's prone figure. She slipped her hands around Rachel's bottoms. 

"Don't you dare pull them down slut, she is not a slut like you" I commanded. 

"Why not? She stripped me! Its only fair." 

"Damn it" I thought " the cunning bitch is playing to the crowd, she's right Rachel did strip her." 

And then she continued "And she would have done a helluva lot more to me then just strip me. And so would you! Fairs fair!" 

"You're right Jenn. I would have done a lot more. And so would you." I stepped closer to her and whispered "And you did do more .. how many was it...12 up in the sandhills. or rather they did you.! And then how many did you do on the El? " She blanched shuddering. I took her by the hand. "Stand up slut" I said loudly, helping her to do so. I held her hand high and turned to the crowd. "This horny slut who showed just what a slut she is by masturbating in front of all you has won. Her name's Jenn Peccavi. I think she deserves a clap." I led some applause. "Now this slut wants to strip Rachel, the girl she beat. As the slut says Rachel stripped her. So what do you think? Can the slut strip Rachel?" I was branding her again, just as I had the night at the El station but this time I was doing it publicly, in front of- and to - a throng of people. "Cheer if you want the slut to strip Rachel, boo if you don't want her too." 

The crowd cheered. I was so furious. "Well, slut, the cheers win so you can strip her." I slapped the trash's behind hard as she bent down. 

I slapped Peccavi's ass as she stood up again. She yelped and turned to look at me. "Don't call me a slut!" 

"Why not? You are a slut. Only a slut would finger herself in front of a crowd." I turned to the crowd. "Cheer if you think I am wrong and if you think this fat bitch is not a slut. Boo if you think she is a slut!" 

The boos were almost deafening. Peccavi seemed to shrivel up. She looked around at the crowd, a wild animal trapped by a cage of people. Time I thought to show some kindness to her. I leant forward and whispered "Its ok Jenn, help me with Rachel and I'll get you out of this crowd." 

"Fuck you, you caused this." she hissed back. 

"No sweetie you did, you fingerfucked yourself. You showed just what sort of slut you are. But that's happened. Now help me with Rachel." I bent forward speaking so only she could hear. "I don't like your chance of getting out of here unaided. You want a fuck? Yeah I know you do." Peccavi spluttered a bit. "Come on don't give me that. I know what you do. Remember. You did it to me. And that was when you lost. But do you really want a public gangbang. That's what you'll get if you don't have someone to help you. Come on you help me, I'll help you". I paused looking at her. There was that fear again. Every time I caught her eye, her face dropped, she couldn't meet my gaze. She tried once or twice but just as on that night at the El station, she was defeated before she started. She just couldn't face me. "You help me! Hell you just want a fuck."




Ebb and Flow - A Bystander's Life



"That's right and you're going to give me one. Just like you blew me and the others at the metro. You're a slut. No you're a whore -we paid you." I whispered.

"Stuff you, get lost." She was blustering. Her head was lowered.

"Look at me, Jenn Peccavi, look at me and say that again." I waited a minute. "Yeah you can't can you? Now if you don't help me you'll be in so much trouble. How many guys out there have hardons at the thought of fucking you? How many more would have if they knew what you did up at the sandhills or in the El station?"

She looked as if she was about to cry But just as it was then so it was now, she wanted to be afraid, she wanted to be controlled, she got off on being dominated, she got wet on humiliation. And I was going to give some of that too. But right now I was going to be nice to her. I stood up. "Go on slut strip Rachel," I said loudly. She nodded. She knew I was boss, that I was giving her permission to humiliate her fallen foe.

I watched her as she did so. She smirked as she pulled Rachel's bottoms down at the front making sure that her fingers stroked Rachel's pussy lips. She raised a finger to her lips licking it. "She was wet" the slut giggled. 

I wasn't surprised, Rachel was so turned on by fighting. But I wasn't going to tell Peccavi that. 

Some guy took up my refrain "She might be wet but she didn't finger herself like you did slut. She didn't cum like you did slut!" She looked up at the speaker, tall sandy haired wearing board shorts and a t-shirt standing just behind the front row of spectators. 

"See I am not the only one who knows just what you are Jenn" I said loudly. 

Peccavi glared at me. I looked back. She dropped her eyes. Again I had shown her she couldn't match me. She tried to hide this by slipping her hands down Rachel's flanks and so sliding Rachel's bottoms down past her knees and so off her feet. The slut stood up and smirked again at Rachel's nude body. I had to admit that the trash looked hot. Every girl who wins a catfight does. Something about winning makes a girl look hot. Sure Peccavi was fat and nowhere near Rachel's class but she did have great tits, good strong legs and even her fat ass looked sexy. But it would look better bent over my knee and beet red from a caning. 

The guy who had spoken before pushed his way forward into the centre of the circle. He grabbed hold of Peccavi's waist pulling her toward him. She struggled. He kissed her firmly on the lips and squeezed her tits. "Stop it" she said loudly. 

"Why should I? You like it." . 

Beneath us on the sand Rachel whimpered. I glanced down to see her coming round. 

"Stop it you bastard" Peccavi hissed. She glanced at me.

I nodded and looked at the guy. "You heard the lady. Stop it."

"What lady, all I see here is this fat slut. We agreed she was one. Now come on babe, lets see you what you can do." He turned kissing her again. "Shit you bitch" He stepped back his face red from where she slapped him. 

"Well you wouldn't take no for an answer." . "You're going to be so sorry you slapped me bitch! I am going to make your ass so sore you won't be able to sit down for a week. And your pussy will be so stretched no guy will want to fuck you.". He grabbed Peccavi's hand

I smiled. I wanted to see how she reacted to this guy. I was amazed at how she did. She kneed him in the balls. The guy dropped back groaning in agony. Peccavi finished him with a roundhouse punch to the jaw. He dropped to the sand.

I sensed she was about to turn on me -telling me she wasn't scared of me which she still was- I knew it- and then storm off the beach. 

I didn't want either to happen. Often saying something helps you think it- it was the same idea I used when I branded Peccavi as the slut she was. After a while she knew it herself. I didn't want her to think for one second she could match me. Oh no, I needed her a cringing whining subbie slut. I stepped forward again whispering to her. "Well done .But you couldn't do that to me. We both know what you did for me" I paused before adding "and my friends, at the L stop" She sighed, she seemed to droop a little. I smiled inwardly. 

But before I could capitalise on her dread, some dark haired idiot stepped up and took her hand. He said "Cheer for this babe . She saw off that jerk." He raised her hand. The crowd cheered. "Pose for us Jenn put your foot on the idiots belly."

The guy on the sand groaned loudly. Clearly Peccavi had hurt him a lot- though perhaps more his pride then anything else.

"Hey I said put your foot on his belly. I didn't say you should stamp on it"

She giggled. "You didn't say I shouldn't either."

He shook his head chuckling "Some people, give them an inch and they'll take a yard."

"I don't do things by halves " giggled Jenn.

"Sweetie I think you pushed the envelope" he retorted. This guy was so annoying. With every exchange Peccavi was getting brighter, happier more feisty. The very opposite of where I wanted her to be. Opportunity doesn't knock twice, that" she pointed to the guy still squirming on the sand "was too good an invitation to refuse"

"But don't you think you were a bit hasty --fools rush in where angels fear to tread. But then babe you're no angel are you? I'll bet you can resist everything except temptation."

"Oh" she broke into a peel of laughter "has someone been telling tales out of school,?"

Hey babe" he said, dropping her arm "you're on the big screen." He pointed to where a band had been playing at the end of the beach. There was a screen behind it. Earlier on the screen had shown video clips, and then when the band was playing close ups of the musicians and singers. I looked and there was a clip of Peccavi's kinghit on the dude who now was just beginning to get to his feet. "You're big time today. Maybe this is your 15 minutes of fame."

Here was my chance. "Hey cut the cliches, Pecca tell him about your real 15 minutes of fame. How you were on the net."

Her shoulders drooped, her head sank. Then the guy put his arm round her. "Bad memories babe, don't worry about them Look at the screen. "I looked up to see a clip of the last few minutes of the fight between Rachel and the slut. Someone must have had been filming. "Enjoy these memories. I am sure you like to win don't you babe. "

Peccavi looked up and giggled loudly as she saw herself shown astride Rachel's face.

"Hey the band is beginning to play. Come on babe, show us some moves" the man said as he turned Peccavi round so she had her back to him. Then placing his hands firmly on her hips he began moving in time to the music.

t first Peccavi resisted the guy, she stood stiff and still. "No I can't. Not like this.", she snapped. She wanted a fuck. Just like Rachel a fight turned her on. I knew that - she had been so hot after losing that fight in the club. Winning made her even more horny. But she wanted it on her terms, not anyone else's. And I could see from her flashing eyes and tight lips that she thought this guy wouldn't do anything on her terms. She put her palm on his chest and pushed him back a pace or so

"Come on babe, trust your body, come on" he coaxed her. She stepped away. He pulled her back. He was stronger. He prevailed.. : She backed off slightly, her head shaking side to side, her body bent slightly at the waist, her hands out, "No, I cant. I really cant. "

"Oh sure you can babe, don't be so gloomy. You said only a moment ago 'opportunity doesn't knock twice' Here is your opportunity. Seize the day" He stepped forward again. This time he took her in his arms. He held her. He kissed her firmly on the lips.

She seemed about to respond to the kiss but then broke free. Then she stamped on his foot. But even I could see that she didn't stamp hard. It was more for show then anything else. She was testing this guy, to see how far he would go to get her.

He hopped a bit , groaning but it was all pretence. "Oh sweetie, that's not like you." He wiggled his foot in the air. "You hurt my foot. That wasn't very nice of you."

"Who said I am a nice girl? Peccavi giggled. She was brim full of confidence again. Damn bitch! 

Not me, I didn't say you were a good girl either."

"Hey, that's rich, I should slap your face." But the bitch didn't, no it was clear she was enjoying this banter.

"Good girls wouldn't fight like you did. But you know what they say about good girls. They go to heaven but bad girls like you go everywhere. You're such a hot babe. Such a fun girl. I know. I saw earlier. And so good at fighting. He was able to push her hips from side to side as he spoke to her loud enough for me and the closer people to hear. "You're a hot babe. I know you like being the centre of attention. You showed that in the fight. You showed that again the way you stood naked after the fight. You showed that again the way you stripped the girl you beat. You can be the centre again. Let other people see just how hot and sexy you are, hun. Show them that hot body."

His hands pushed a little harder and Peccavi started to sway. I sensed her reluctance ebbing a fraction. He was playing her, playing on her exhibitionist streaks. But he had a long way to go. I wondered just how far he would get. The further he got before he riled the slut the better it would be for me. She would be getting hotter and more excited. If, no when, he got her mad she would have nowhere to go but Rachel and me. And an angry slut would be so much fun.

The guy stepped back, his hands rested, no more, on Peccavi's hips. He looked around at the crowd.. He lent back in saying "babe some of the crowd is looking at you. Surely you want every guy watching you? Don't you want their girlfriends hating you? Don't you want them scared their men want to fuck you? Just think of the girls wanting to tear you apart but too scared after what happened to Rachel. Can you feel the guys watching you? Make all of them watch you, feasting their eyes on you, getting hard as you dance, imagine it, make them cream their jeans. Strut your stuff and then leave them."

His hands pressed on Peccavis hips rocking her, making her sway just a little faster and more vigorously then before. He was playing her again, he was playing her as a tease to the guys and as a catfighter. He was pressing all her buttons. but the fat bitch showed he had a long way to go when she slapped his hands hard and stepped away.

Hey babe don't you like it? .Don't you like being on that big screen up there. Come on babe, trust your body, go with flow, look at the people round you , They are dancing. They were following the band . you want them to follow you don't you. You want to be the centre ., the main event. And you can be. Let me lead you

He turned to the crowd "who wants to see this big hot babe dance" he paused for a few seconds then went on "naked" Again he paused "cheer if you do."

Babe hear those loud cheers! What does that tell you? They want you. The crowd, all these people looking on, that the crowd want as the centre, the big event."

He slid his hands round her waist again. He pulled her closer to him. "Sure you want to make them remember you as more then a fighter, lets show them how you dance. Don't be so negative, I am sure you are as hot a dancer as you are a fighter. I am sure you'd be on the screen again. Like you were before when it showed your fight. You were the centre of attention then."

"Shit yes!" Peccavi gasped. She looked around. A few couples in the circle round us were dancing. It was a cool band playing hit tunes

"Oh yes babe it showed you fighting, it showed you winning. It showed you sitting on her face. The whole beach saw. And I am sure they would show you dancing come on babe. Let's give them a treat. You don't want those others to be on the screen instead of you babe do you?"

The darkhaired man cautiously slid his hands to Peccavis hip He pushed her gently, just enough to make her hips sway, "Hey babe show these people what you can do, show just how hot you are. They want to see you babe. You heard how they cheered" She began dancing with him not being pushed away any more.

In a few moments the guy slipped his hands up and down Peccavi's flanks. She almost broke free of him. "Hey what are you doing?" She grabbed his hands and pushed them back on his hips. . They danced together, their bodies swaying in time with the music.

"See you are a hot babe. I knew it. See the people following your move, lets show them some more". She shook her head. For a few moments she held his hands under hers on her hips as the bitch and the guy gyrated to the beat. She moved her hands sliding them up her sides, and out forward then up above her head. She was clearly getting into the dance. She thrust her hand into the air high above her head slowly clapping in time to the beat and brought them down and thrust them up again as the music got louder while her body swayed as she danced. There were a couple of dancers on stage with the band and Peccavi started following their moves. In a few moments more people had caught on and were also following. The trash had started something here.

Again the guy tried to force the pace by sliding his hands up and down her flanks. Again she pushed his hands back onto her hips. "Oh sweetie, don't you want to dance more? Don't you want to strut your stuff flaunt your body. Look at all these people. Don't tell me you're embarrassed. " He paused then clapped his hands to his face as if horrified "Oh babe I know what it is, I haven't been introduced to you. Well hi , I know your name is Jenn mine is Andrew but my friends call me Drew. So of course you will call me Drew won't you Jenn. Because I know we are going to be very close friends."

The girl giggled " you really do push yourself" 

"Oh yes I'm not backward in coming forward" he slid his hands round her waist then up and down her body

This time she giggled again "you can say that again" 

He had her where he wanted her. She no longer resisted his roaming hands Her resistance was melting as fast as an ice cream left on the beach. 

It seemed for a moment that my plans were going to be frustrated by this dark haired guy. I watched as he slid his hands round Peccavi's belly, pulling her back and grinding his crotch into her ass "hey stop that" she half giggled. The guy kept going. "No I mean it" she hissed almost angrily". She thrust her body forward. She looked tense again and unsure of herself. 

"Yes!" I thought to myself that idiot has gone too far. I will have the bitch after all.

"Hey Jenn babe, come on you were dancing so well . I thought we might sort of meld together. Let's give it a go."

Once again he pushed his body forward and drew hers back but more gently and leaving a distance between his crotch. She lent back a bit on him but was still tense. She wouldn't be giving in to him. I had my chance still. I decided this was the time and stepped forward "Peccavi, just like you to tease a guy, just like you to show yourself off to all these people here, you want to run off now and leave him hot and bothered don't you?"

She looked up at me and seemed to shrivel

"Come on babe ignore him you don't need to feel bad you're a hot babe. Come on lets meld." The idiot was soothing her, his hands stroking her hair and face. 

She nodded as the guy pulled her in close again. "Don't let him bug you babe, feel good. let your body talk for you, follow it." He pulled her closer yet. She didn't pull away. 

He slid his hands round Peccavi's belly, pulling her back and grinding his crotch into her ass. She stood there dancing slowly; she hesitated her body still tense. He kissed her and pulled her close. Again her resistance seemed to melt. The trashy slut placed her hands on the guys sides and sliding them down to his waist then across his back and down again till they cupped his ass cheeks. She squeezed both cheeks and pulled him closer as she waggled her big naked ass grinding him back.

The man slid his hands up over the bitch's soft big belly and up further to the base of her tits. He kept them there for a moment perhaps a minute as the two gyrated to the music. Her head rolled back resting on his shoulder. She was showing she allowed him to do more to her. 

It was such a change from the feisty girl who had snapped back at him when he came in from the circle. Such a change from the girl I had scared shitless when I spoke about gangbangs. I was furious. The guy was taking her away from me. 

He didn't need much of an invitation from her to do more either. His fingers slipped up to her nipples and stroked them, flicked them and rolled them. The slut moaned. In that moment I saw that the screen was showing Jenn and the guy. She was flaunting her self naked on the beach just about being fucked and it was all on a screen for the whole beach set to see. I was livid. This guy was taking her away from me. And I had no answer. 

The man said " see babe, see you're big time now. Look on the screen." He slipped one hand down, sliding over her belly and down to her hairy pussy. "Everyone can see you, imagine every guy wanting to do this" he stroked her pussy lips. 

"Oh fuck oh oh oh shit" moaned the trash. 

He slid a finger inside her. "Imagine every guy wanting to do this" 

"Ohh ooh arrgh " she wailed. The bitch almost came then. 

"Then he added more quietly "I know just how much you like showing off like this. But how would you like a private fuck?" He squeezed her tits again. "Come on, you're one hot babe. And I know how much you like to fuck. You're just ready right now. Come on babe. Come back to my car. We will go somewhere quiet- where we can be alone." He stepped back, waiting for her answer. 

He could have stayed where he was. The slut took his hand and started walking from the centre of the circle which parted for them. "Damn bitch" I muttered as I bent down to see Rachel just sit up for the first time. "The slut beat you sweetie and now she's gone off with some guy for a fuck. I am so angry." 

"You're angry Alan how the fuck do you think I am" she snapped. "I want the cheating sluts ass. I had her." "Yeah you had her and you let her go. You have only yourself to blame for your loss." Rachel needed the hard facts. I stretched my hands out to her to help her up. No harm in giving her a cuddle and some reassurance.

"Alan you prick how can you say that? That bitch ripped my hair out by the roots- my scalp still burns. She kneed my gut so hard I will have huge bruises- hey I think she damaged my kidneys"

She was looking for sympathy. She had come to the wrong place. She needed straight talking not soft soap. "Rachel, if you can't stand the heat stay out of the kitchen. You chose to fight"

"Alan you got me to fight you egged me on" her voice was getting louder. She broke free from my hands.

"It was your choice Rachel. All I did was point out the slut to you."

"But she is a slut. That's what shits me. She fingered herself till she came. Shit I still got her cum over my face. She came on me. How do you think I feel?"

"Horny. "

"What the fuck?" Rachel's voice boomed.

"Cool it Rachel. Peccavi said you were wet. You told me you got off on fighting. I know you do. You're horny. Admit it. You want a fuck now" . "Are you out of your mind. I fight, I get beaten, a slut who loves to get gangbanged sits on my face and fingers herself till she cums all over me and you say I'm horny."

Sometimes Rachel was so dumb. I had to say it again so she got the message. "Peccavi said you were wet, she fingered you. And you are! Aren't you? I know you like winning but you get hot losing too. I remember. You and I had a tussle. I won. We fucked. You were so hot. Anyway you should have won. If you hadn't played to the damn crowd you might have won."

"You prick Alan Lobsey." 

I didn't see her fist until it was too late. My face burst open with blood "You bitch, you've broken my nose. Oh shit." I cradled my head in my hands as I spluttered and choked on the blood streaming from my nose.




Ebb and Flow - A Bystander's Life



"Alan, I m sorry I didn't mean to hurt you that bad. " Rachel grasped me in her arms. "I'd better get you to the doctors."

We both vowed to get that fat bitch.