0 comments/ 87210 views/ 2 favorites The Pit By: p_p_man It was dark and stuffy. She had squeezed into the narrow space as soon as she had heard the soldiers breaking open the front door. Not for the first time that week she had given thanks to God that her husband had had the foresight to dig the pit beneath the cellar floor. Just enough space for her to lie down in, flat on her back, and with the opening hidden by the wooden frame covered in the same carpet material the rest of the cellar floor had been. "As soon as you hear anything, anything you understand, get your arse down into the cellar and into the pit." He had said in that gruff, severe voice he used whenever he wanted his orders to be followed. "Don't worry," she had replied, "I'll be alright. Nothing's going to keep me up here in the house if there's danger around." "Good." And he had ruffled her short hair as if she were a boy and smiled that smile of affection that made him look so young. They had made love. It was his last night at home before he went to join his group in the mountains and the intensity of his passion had shaken her physically and mentally. In the four years they had been together she had become familiar with his moods. And she knew just how loving and careful he could be in his desire to please her before he pleased himself. But that night, his last, there had been something in his lovemaking that was different. It wasn't lovemaking. It was unbridled lust. He had moved her into positions she had rarely been placed before and as his cock had split her vagina wide open with its girth and he had begun a frantic thrusting into her body, she had gone with him. All the way. Recognising his need. She had felt him, hard and insistent, smashing into her loins and she had placed her hands on his buttocks to pull them apart. Her fingers had played up and down his crack, stroking his anus, scratching gently at the tender inner skin of his arse cheeks. He had placed her legs on both his shoulders, raising himself much higher than she was, and had plunged down like a roller coaster into her wet and willing cunt. Her breath had been forced from her lungs in long, loud grunts with each downward plunge and she had felt her hips almost creak with the force of his thrusts. Then as she had felt his climax approaching she had corkscrewed one of her index fingers into his anus, sliding it as deep as she could into his dry rectum. Her husband had groaned, grabbed her by the back of the head and had pulled her roughly against his chest, squashing her nose against his soft hairs. She had accepted the discomfort and with her finger still embedded deep in his arse and making small thrusting motions of its own, she had licked and nibbled on his small hard nipples. He had groaned once again and then had flooded her with spurt after spurt of his sperm. She thought it would never end, and it seemed to fill her to capacity. But end it finally did and he had withdrawn, lay by her side and had embraced her gently. One more time before he left they had made love, but the second time it was she who had taken the initiative. Bent double on her side she had suckled his testicles. Sucking gently on one delicate ball, then the other in turn. Her fingers once again had played a light staccato against his anus, and once again his rectum had been invaded by her probing index. He had caught his breath as she eased the digit further into him then he had begun a short, sharp panting. His penis had grown longer and thicker and she had followed it with her tongue until it had risen to its full length and width. It was then she had raised her head slightly and had taken the rock hard end into her mouth. She had felt no passion, no lust. Instead her feelings had been of overwhelming tenderness and love for the man she had held in her arms as she had pulled his sexual organ deep into the back of her throat and then, with a series of rapid swallowing motions had allowed it to enter her gullet. She had crooned around the head of the penis, the sound vibrating against the sensitive skin, causing it to grow even more rigid in its soft, moist sheath. Then she had raised her head allowing the cock to slide back out over her tongue, over her lips until it had stood in front of her face. A totem to be worshipped. She had once again engulfed it with her mouth but this time she had begun slow sliding motions up and down its length. Then as the minutes had passed and his urgency had became more pronounced she had guessed correctly that it was time to enlarge her gullet and once again had taken him deep within her body. Even as she had swallowed the last of him his spunk had begun shooting directly down into the depths of her belly. She had held her breath letting the sperm slide down with no obstacle to stay its path. She had been determined to let him finish before she withdrew from his body. It had felt sticky and warm as it had descended towards its journey's end, but eventually, the continuous stream had become single spurts, then nothing. Still gently, not wishing to spoil the moment for her man, she had eased her head back up until her gullet and airways had been clear. Then she had allowed herself to draw a long rasping breath. She had smothered his taut, trembling stomach with a multitude of kisses from her swollen, saliva covered, lips. And eventually both of them had quietened and become still. As he had recovered he had pulled her upwards until they had been lying eye to eye and, for the last time, they had slept. In the darkness of the pit Marina remembered. And in remembering she could blot out the sound of boots, and shouts and furniture breaking upstairs. Then the cellar door opened with its customary creek. Footsteps came down the wooden stairs and for the first time Marina felt fear. She held her breath, trying to still her rapidly beating heart, as the boots walked around the cellar keeping close to the wall. A voice cried from above, "Anything down there?" "No nothing just a lot of old junk." "Well come on up then. We've got a lot to do before nightfall." "OK" The footsteps walked directly across the cellar floor directly onto the carpet-covered panel covering her hiding place. She screwed her eyes tightly shut as the boots made a different sound as they walked over the wooden panel. The soldier paused and then lightly stamped his heels against the entrance to her secret hideaway. 'God, no please no…' she murmured to herself waiting for the inevitable. Then with a final small tap the boots moved on and the sound of them disappeared up the stairs. Marina was fainting from a mixture of fear and relief and as the sounds outside in the village continued, she lay there in the dark and the heat, not daring to move, almost not daring to breathe. The noise went on for hours. Screams and pleas from terrified women, the sounds of gunfire from fusillades of shots, soldiers shouting, officers ordering and now and then the dull thud of mortar fire with its accompanying vibration reached Marina deep in her sanctuary. She had forgotten the boots. At first she had lain there terrified that she had been discovered. But as time passed and nobody lifted the panel to expose her to the sunlight, she began to feel safer. She could only assume that the boots had paused by coincidence, and that the gently tap…tap on the cellar floor was made by a soldier deep in thought, and not testing the echo she, herself, had heard so loudly. Sometime later when she awoke from one of the many naps she had taken during those long hours she discovered that the sounds had vanished. She could hear nothing from outside but the faint crackling of flames as they consumed the last of the village buildings. She decided to take the risk and slowly, carefully, she pushed at the wooden panel until it lifted free and she could slide it over to one side. It was night. And it was cold. Now that she was in the open she could smell the smoke and the burnt remains of whatever the fires had consumed. And the noise seemed almost deafening after so long listening to it through the sturdy floor of the room upstairs and the entrance to the pit. Unsteadily she rose to her feet and made her way to where the stairs were. Slowly, one by one she trod on the steps, until at last she was in the main body of her home. It seemed strange and at first, in the darkness, she couldn't quite see what the difference was. Then she realised that most of it had been destroyed and where once there had been four sturdy walls and a roof there was now only a ruined shell. She glanced upwards and saw the stars glistening far above her. Involuntarily she placed her knuckles against her lips and chewed them until the pain made her aware, and alert, once again. There was no moon and she stumbled towards her front garden. Walking slowly to avoid the scattered bricks and masonry that threatened to bring her down, she edged her way forward until at last she felt grass beneath her feet. "Stop there. Don't move." The voice was low; almost a whisper and the suddenness of it brought an involuntary shriek from her lips. "And don't scream." The voice was insistent. Automatically she did what was required and stood frozen in silent acquiescence. "That's better." In front of her a shadow, darker than the other shadows, detached itself from the large tree that stood in the garden and which had, miraculously, survived the carnage. The soldier came closer until he was standing close. He reached out an arm. "Take my hand. Don't argue. You have no choice." She did as he requested, realising that anything less would lead to her instant death, and as she stretched out her own arm towards him she felt his strong fingers grip her wrist. He led her out of the garden, away from the ruins of her house and down the road towards the outskirts of the village. He remained silent and she followed the same. She recognised what had been the priest's house as they passed and wondered, fleetingly, what had become of that kindly old man. But her thoughts did not linger long. They soon came to a track on the left that the soldier took and she found herself approaching the dark barn of her friend Anna's farm. The soldier paused in front of the wooden double door and knocked. Three…pause…two…pause then three more raps announced his presence and the door opened swiftly to allow them inside. Blinking in the first light she had seen since that morning she looked around, examining her surroundings. There were three of them, four counting the soldier who still gripped her wrist, and they looked at her with a mixture of lust and admiration. "Well, well. This is better than I had hoped." The one who spoke had a three-day growth of beard and eyes red from lack of sleep. Marina knew what was about to happen and had already decided to do what these men wanted. There was no point in fighting them and if she could satisfy them in her own way then she may just get away with her life. "Yes. I think you're right. We've got ourselves a nice little chicken here." The second man laughed as he spoke and took a swig from a bottle he had been holding. "Right. You know why you're here. And we haven't time to try and be too friendly, but if you scratch our backs, so to speak, we'll scratch yours. Do you understand?" Marina nodded. "I said do you understand. I want you to say it." "Y…yes. I understand. I will please you in anyway I can. I just ask that afterwards you let me go." "But of course. What's the point in keeping you around. You'll only be one more mouth to feed" and he laughed again. "Right," said the soldier who had brought her to this place, "strip and go over to the straw." There was no eroticism in the way she discarded her clothes. It was as if she was preparing for bed back in her warm home. She was soon naked and walked over to where the soft straw was scattered about the floor. She stood there waiting. Facing the men. She felt no shame or embarrassment. What was to be, was to be and nothing on earth or in heaven could stop it now. She followed their commands as they spoke to her. "Raise your arms above your head and turn around slowly." "Grab your tits, squeeze them. Make them bounce. Pinch the nipples." "Put your hands between your legs and rub yourself. Faster!" "Put your fingers in your mouth and lick them clean." On and on it went and she complied with each order. She bent forward and grabbing her buttocks in both hands pulled them apart to expose the small, wrinkled anus to their view. She stretched the lips of her labia apart showing the gaping cavern the movement had created. And she completed each act without a thought, without any emotion. She was just following a programme of events that would lead, eventually, to her release. "Right, that's enough," the man with the exhausted eyes said, "lie down flat on your back and spread those lovely legs of yours." Marina did as she was told and waited. The first man approached and lay on top of her naked body, and with no preliminaries fed his hardening cock into her vagina. She was already wet from the acts the men had made her perform and so the stranger's penis slid easily into her body. She curled her long legs over his back and placed her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He began rutting in earnest and as his long strokes turned into short stabbing ones, Marina felt her own passion rise within her body. She felt no shame, knowing it was a physical thing. That love and tenderness had no part in it. She ground her hips against his and soon his beer-laden breath expelled directly into her face as his sperm flooded her womb. He lay there for a second, then rose to stand upright, studying her perspiring body, a look of puzzlement on his face. The second man took his turn almost invisibly. The sex act was over in minutes and Marina felt nothing. No entrance, no ejaculation and no withdrawal. After it was over, if in fact it had actually begun, the man scrambled to his feet and went back to the other side of the barn. It was the third man who gave Marina the climax that had been building up in her. And it was the fourth who gave her the second. Afterwards for a while they left her alone and she took the opportunity to use some of the straw to wipe away the perspiration running down her naked flesh. She didn't mop the sperm running out of her vagina, preferring to let it expel itself completely from her body. But soon they called her across to where they were sitting on bales of hay and one by one she took their cocks into her mouth and sucked them to ejaculation. Her mouth and throat became coated with the white slime as it shot from their bodies into hers. One, she thought it was the one with the red eyes, whom she now thought of as their leader, wanted to deep throat her. But unlike the time a week before, (was it only a week?) when she had performed the act on her husband, on this man she found it impossible. Her gag reflex relentlessly pushed him out of her throat until he had to be satisfied with fucking her mouth like he would her cunt. After the oral gangbang they gave her a bottle of beer which she guzzled down gratefully, clearing the stickiness from her mouth. Then they made her get onto her hands and knees. Her husband had buggered her on many an occasion and although she didn't mind the feeling of intrusion into her rectum she preferred not to do it. But this time she had no choice and the men sensing her reluctance began acting more boisterously. She rocked backwards and forwards as each cock widened her anus and thrust deep into her bowels. She was forced to work harder at their pleasure and her flesh once again became wet, not with gently perspiration, but with running streams of sweat that invaded every part of her body. Her short hair turned darker from the liquid and her eyes stung as it ran beneath her lids. The sounds in the barn became a mixture of moans, groans, gasps and the slapping of wet skin against wet skin. The men seemed to be able to keep going longer and she was buggered by all four of them for a very long time. But eventually it was over and she was left gasping for air as the sperm oozed from her enlarged anus to run down the insides of her sore and bruised thighs. She drank another bottle of beer that was offered and gave a lop-sided smile at the four soldiers. They smiled back and raised their own bottles in salute. Whether it was a tribute to her sexual prowess or just a drunken salute in return she didn't know. And she didn't care. She knew what she had to do. Over the next two hours one or another of them called upon her to carry out a specific sexual act. Two she hadn't tried before and she had to use all of her inner strength not to vomit as she was complying with the demand. But she kept her control. And she kept awake. Soon she was the only one who wasn't snoring gently from an excess of alcohol and exhaustion, although she herself wanted nothing more than to rest her head on the straw and fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. Instead she rose and dressed swiftly in the gathering light. She dared not delay as she had learned from the men's talk that they were to be relieved at dawn and she definitely did not want to be around when that happened. Finally, ready to go, she went over to their equipment and unclipped four hand grenades. Walking swiftly to the barn door she placed them on the ground and extracted the pins. She had no knowledge of how to handle them and she had no time to carry out the customary count and so she just took out each pin as swiftly as she could and rolled each grenade towards the four sleeping soldiers. She was scared by the time she rolled the third one and so the fourth she threw wildly, trusting the first would explode before the men awoke from the noise of the fourth as it dropped onto the barn floor. Then she turned her back on the building and fled as fast as she could. She stumbled and tripped but kept her feet until, behind her, the first grenade exploded with a heavy warrump! She fell then, clasping her hands to her ears, shocked at the noise and the vibration of an explosion so near. Then the second grenade exploded forcing her into action. She staggered to her feet once again and ran and stumbled as fast as she could back to her house. Behind her, as she ran, she heard the other two grenades explode. Soon she reached her own front garden scrambled over the ruined wall of what had once been her kitchen and stumbled down the stairs to the cellar. It only took a few seconds to lay on her back in the pit and cover herself over with the wooden panel and there, in the darkness and the heat once again, she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. She slept through the search made by the soldiers hunting the killers of the four dead men and she slept through the small retaliatory skirmish that took place later in the afternoon that drove the invaders away. The first thing she became aware of was the panel being lifted and placed on one side as her husband, his weapon still held tightly in his hand, looked anxiously down at his wife as she lay flat on her back in the pit. The Pit (alt version of Underground) The journey to Zander was hot and humid. The dry, brittle dirt path was warm under Leslie Chang's bare feet as she continued her trek under the scorching sun. She stopped to drink water from her bottle, and to wipe the sweat off her face and neck with a towel. She was a tall Asian woman with a curvy, muscular build, and had dark hair that touched her shoulders. Standing naked on the trail, she looked at her arms and legs. Her naturally light brown complexion had gotten even darker due to the fierce rays of the sun. She had large, swinging breasts and giant black nipples. Her big vagina was covered by a hairy mass of black hair. She resumed walking through the dense forest, hearing birds chirping nearby. In the clear blue skies, she saw flying reptiles that appeared prehistoric in origin. After descending a steep hill, she hiked along a river, welcoming a warm breeze that blew her hair back. Soon, she approached an ancient stone cathedral in a clearing. It resembled a place she had seen in a book of Old Earth. "Stonehenge," she whispered to herself, stepping inside to find shelter from the sun. The peaceful silence was later shattered by the sound of loud, vibrating motorcycles. A gang of humans and creatures rumbled to a stop before the cathedral. They were all nude, except for the black leather vests and boots they wore. Some wore Nazi regalia. The leader, a pale, gaunt gentleman with a thin mustache had his arm raised in the air. Abruptly, he brought it down and each chopper engine was killed. Silence engulfed the cathedral as the gang stared at her. The leader turned to an enormous white haired ape on his right and asked, "Think you can handle a big woman like her?" "No problem," the ape replied, grinning lecherously at Leslie. Her jaw dropped open at the sight of his humungous dick and huge balls. God, they're monstrous! He got off his bike, entered the cathedral, and lunged at her, bringing them both crashing to the ground. The ape growled ferociously at her as they wrestled on the floor. At one point, she sat on top of him victoriously, pinning his hairy arms to the surface. But that was short lived as he spat in her face and she released her grip. He grabbed her hair, pulling hard, and she screamed. He jumped at her again, but missed, landing on the ground with a thud. When he tried to get up, she kicked him viciously in the face with her bare foot. Not once, but twice. Blood oozed from his lips as he lied on the ground helpless. "C'mon, you coward!" she said. The ape got a second wind and pounced her, bear-hugging her from behind. He growled again as he squeezed tighter and tighter. Her breathing became more labored. His buddies cheered him on, hooting and howling. She quickly grabbed his massive penis, pulling with all her might, and he screamed bloody murder and loosened his grip on her. She then delivered a series of punches to his face, causing him to reel backwards. That was followed by a flying kick to the nose, where she heard bones break. When he didn't get up, she turned to the bikers and asked, "Who's next?" A brawny bald man with a goatee swung a whip at her, lashing her wide brown back a few times. "Whip her!" his friends chanted. With his following swing, he looped the whip around her neck and pulled hard, making it appear as if he had her on a leash. As Leslie struggled to free herself, a short black man tried to punch her but she stepped away just in time and he missed. She kicked him in the balls with such force that he flew backwards a few yards. Finally, she grabbed a hold of the whip and yanked it away from the bald man. She used it on him until he ran off with blood running down his back. After the leader brought his arm down, the motorcycle engines rumbled to life again. He had her backpack in his hands, looking at her squarely in the eyes. "There's going to be a rematch later, you know that, don't you, Muscle Chick?" She returned the gaze. "You bet." * * * She arrived in Zander in the evening. A farmer's market was closing down in the town's plaza. Merchants were packing away their goods and taking down their booths. Leslie went into a local tavern. Like her, all of the rough looking patrons were nude. A couple of aliens sitting at the counter gave her hostile looks, and she shot them back murderous glances. After washing up in the restroom, she asked the bartender, "Where can I find Tharus?" He nodded his head towards the back. She threaded her way through the raucous bar, where sitting in a booth, was a slender black man with large white wings on his back. She thought he looked cute with his shaved head and wings. Leslie introduced herself. "So, you're my guide to Elbron," she said, smiling flirtatiously. "Yep." He reciprocated a grin, drinking from a goblet. "May I ask why you're heading there?" A moment of silence passed before she answered quietly, "Just between you and me, I'm going to avenge my lover's murder." "I see. . .it's getting dark outside. We'll leave tomorrow morning." "Sure." She touched his wings gently, beaming mischievously. "They're beautiful." "Thanks. All the ladies love them." The next day, they both rode a giant creature that resembled a tyrannosaurus rex, to Elbron. It had the big, powerful legs like a dinosaur, except this one was a herbivore. She sat behind Tharus on the saddle, her large breasts bouncing up and down like yo-yos every time the creature jumped or picked up speed. She held onto him tightly. It's gonna be a rocky ride, she thought. "It's called a voor," Tharus said. "They're very obedient animals." She nodded, watching the jungle landscape flash by them as the voor raced through dense foliage, waded through rivers and marshes, and leaped across chasms and canyons. As they trekked through a valley of tall, leafy green trees, she heard the roars and growls of other predators. Some flew overhead but didn't see them. Huge mosquitoes kept flying in her face and she constantly had to swat them away. By mid-afternoon, they reached the lost city of Elbron. It was comprised of ancient stone pyramids and buildings, the architecture reminiscent of the Aztecs, Mayans, and Incas. They dismounted the voor, and Tharus tied it to a tree. Leslie approached a pyramid with pillars and a roof on top of it. The old, forgotten structure lied crumbling and decaying under the glaring sun. Written on the pillars were inscriptions and carvings, a fish here, a deity there. Mysterious and enigmatic. "The Temple of Talos," he said, looking at it gravely. "It once was the site of many sacrifices and sacred ceremonies." "What happened to all the Elbronians?" "Most were slaughtered in wars, others were converted into slaves by their enemies, while another segment simply disappeared. You say the man responsible for your lover's murder is taking refuge here?" She nodded, studying the writing on a pillar. "That's what I've been told." "This city is vast," he said, looking at the ruins around them. They seemed to stretch for miles and miles. "He could be hiding anywhere. How could you possibly search every building by yourself?" "Well, that's what I'm gonna do. Cover every square inch of this place by foot until I find him." "Then what are you going to do?" "Kill him," she said without hesitation. "I see. . .you're going to need help, Leslie. Why don't I stick around. It won't be safe here at night." An eerie silence saturated the deserted, barren city. "I won't charge you extra for the assistance." "Thanks." In the evening, they gathered some wood and started a campfire inside the temple. It soon got warm and toasty in the subterranean chamber they were in. They sat Indian-style on a bear fur blanket before the fire. She stuck her hands in front of the flickering orange flames, drawing some more heat. "Thanks for the meal," she said quietly. "And thanks for staying." "You're welcome," he said, smiling. "When you hired me as a guide, you hired the best. And I'm going to provide the most professional service I can." "I really appreciate that," she said, returning a flirtatious grin that turned naughty. When she saw that his long, thick cock was erect, her giant black nipples grew hard and stiff. She sat in his lap and French kissed him passionately, stroking his black dick in a frenzy. Before he knew it, his penis was in her big mouth and she sucked and licked it uncontrollably. His moans echoed throughout the chamber. Being so close to the fire, they worked up a good sweat. Perspiration trickled down her neck and back as she licked his shaved ball sack. After that, they lied on the blanket and engaged in position 69, with her lying on top of him, still sucking his dick, and him probing her enormous vagina with his tongue. Her moans were loud and deep. Wonder if I'll wake up any spirits from past sacrifices?! "Fuck me, Tharus, fuck me!" she said. "Eat my pussy, devour my pussy." Next, he brought out a book on different sexual positions from his backpack and they consulted it briefly. "You come well prepared, buddy," she said, grinning. "Hey, I'm the best, remember?" She lied on her back and straddled her huge, muscular legs around him as he crouched over her and slid his penis into her vagina. When he pumped her harder and faster, her moans shot up several octaves. "Ooooooh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm soooo horny now." Within seconds, he came inside of her. "Ohhh, God, Ohhh, God," he kept saying. They explored an underground passageway that connected the Temple of Talos to the other pyramids. In it, they discovered a couple of human skulls and feces. She pointed the lantern's light at it, examining it carefully. "It's fresh," she said. "And it looks human." "Uh-hmm." They searched the remaining pyramids and buildings but found nothing. Not a soul in sight. It felt like they were the only people in the world. Tharus even flew above the city, hoping to see some signs of life. The engulfing silence was palpable. "Think this guy Harion is still here?" he asked. "That's my gut feeling. If you want to go, feel free to do so. I appreciate your help, but I'm gonna stay a while." "I admire your persistence. No, I'll stick it out with you." They mounted the voor and rode to a tropical lagoon nearby, where they bathed under a small waterfall. The water was warm. It was only morning, yet it was already sticky and humid again. The lagoon eventually led to a beach. The sand was clean and white, and the water so blue and clear Leslie could see all the way to the bottom. The two swam a little before he flew to the top of a palm tree and collected some strange looking fruit that looked like red tennis balls. "What's that?" she asked curiously. "Soron," he said, handing her one. "It's a fruit native to this land. Try it." She took a bite, nodding approvingly. After eating, he walked up to her and fondled her big brown tits, his cock hard and swollen again. She towered over him, looking down as he played with them and sucked her large black nipples. "Oooooooh," she said, feeling him wrap his arms around her thick frame, his hands grabbing her large, curvy butt cheeks. He split them open repeatedly and she laughed. She bent down and French kissed him. "You wanna shove your giant black dick up my asshole?" Tharus smiled at her. They walked up the beach a little, hand in hand, the white sand nice and warm under their bare feet. The place was desolate. By a tree, they embraced again and soul kissed. He sucked her nipples sensually, bringing her down to her knees. He quickly checked his book on sexual positions. "We're going to do every position in this book, okay?" he asked. "Do we have enough time to do all of them?" she teased, chuckling. "Why don't you fuck me up the butt? I like it when guys stick their big dicks into my asshole." After turning her around, he rubbed his cock against her ass cheeks before sliding it in smoothly into her anus. She leaned forward, her arms resting on the sand as he pumped faster and harder. Her loud moans boomed down the quiet beach. He slapped her ass a few times and she howled like a wild animal. Then he bent down and fondled her breasts as he continued pumping. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she said, closing her eyes. "Fuck my brains out my ears." Soon, he ejaculated inside her, the two of them moaning feverishly. They didn't see a man and his gang watching them from behind some bushes. After running her fingers gently through the feathers of his wings, she plucked one off and stuck it in her hair, smiling. "How do I look?" "Sexy," he said, beaming at her. He took her hand, squeezing it tenderly, as they looked at the sea. It was then that the voyeuristic man and his followers quietly walked down to the beach towards them. When Leslie saw them approaching, her face froze. "Harion," she whispered. And the motorcycle gang I fought earlier. There's too many of them! "C'mon!" She started running towards the voor, pulling Tharus along with her. They jumped onto the saddle, with her riding in front. After sticking her big bare feet into the stirrups, she gave the reins a tug and the creature leaped off. Harion, nude and bald, with a goatee, ran back to the bikes with the others, and raced after them. Leslie glanced over her shoulder, seeing the gang in hot pursuit. They were black dots on the horizon but for some perplexing reason were able to speed all the way up to them until they were just yards away. She figured they had supercharged engines, vaguely remember reading an article about the technology. "Shoot!" she said, watching the army of motorcycles and futuristic looking vehicles get closer. She kept whipping the voor to go faster but it retained the same speed. "C'mon, faster! Faster!" The creature's thick, strong legs bolted across the sand but was no match for the mightier armada of engines. Soon, Harion's bike was riding along on the left side of the voor, while on the right was a long pick up truck with a group of aliens in the back of it. They were all armed with laser rifles. Leslie whipped the voor hard. "Go! Go!" As the creature galloped a little faster, jerking up and down, Harion looked at her big, swinging tits bouncing with the same up and down motion. Like a pair of yo-yos. He smiled at her mischievously. Suddenly, the aliens in the pick up shot the voor and it tumbled and crashed into the sand, throwing its two passengers high into the air. They landed onto the ground with a thud. She saw the voor raise its big, reptilian head to look at them quietly one last time before it breathed its final breath of life. Leslie and Tharus quickly got up and ran towards the mountains. Her big legs couldn't outrun the bikes and pick up. An alien on the truck threw a large net over them, and they got tangled up and fell down. She frantically tried to claw and kick her way out but there was no escape. Harion walked up to her from behind and pounded her on the back of the head with a club. Everything went to black, and she collapsed. When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing on a metal platform that was nailed to the front of the truck. Her wrists had been tied to the platform with some rope, as well as her ankles. Tharus was next to her, shackled up, too. As the pick up jolted up and down along a bumpy dirt road, she felt her throbbing migraine get worse. She wanted to puke but didn't. They were the lead vehicle for the long convoy of cyclists, being paraded in humiliation as they returned to Elbron. Harion got off his bike, approaching the platform with a triumphant grin on his face. The leader of the motorcycle gang stood next to him, smirking. "Rematch time, Muscle Chick," the leader said. He cut them loose, and some of his henchmen led them to a subterranean room in one of the pyramids. In the middle of it was a circular pit, similar to a boxing ring, which contained a layer of dirt. A frog-like alien shackled Tharus to the railing above the pit, while Leslie was pushed into it. She looked up at him with concern. A large crowd soon circled above the arena, looking down at her with hostility. One of these people was Harion. "Nice try, Muscle Chick," he said. "It's too bad about your boyfriend. I can still feel his warm blood on my hands. So sad about him." He shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "I give you a lot of credit for having gone this far. Didn't think you'd make it. So here's the deal. Two people enter this pit, only one gets to leave alive. It's a fight to the death. If you win, you're free to go. Gentlemen, our first contestant is the sexy, gorgeous Muscle Chick." The rowdy crowd hooted and howled lecherously. This was shortly followed by silence as everyone waited in nail-biting anticipation of the opponent. Leslie looked up at Tharus nervously, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Our second contestant is the gladiator. . ." She heard a drum roll in her head. ". . .Tharus!" The audience cheered enthusiastically. Leslie stared at Tharus, her jaw dropping wide open. He shot her back a stunned, frightened look. "Let the game begin!" Harion uncuffed Tharus from the railing. But before he could push him into the pit Tharus flew away quickly, hovering high above them. "Shoot him!" Harion commanded. The frog creatures aimed their rifles at Tharus and fired, but he darted away and the laser bolts blasted away significant portions of the pyramid's ceiling. An avalanche of crumbling stones fell towards the pit. Leslie had seen it coming and was able to run out of the pit in time before the rocks crashed down on everybody. Blood, decapitated limbs, and dust was everywhere. "Leslie!" Tharus said, flying above her. "Grab my legs." Before she could reach them, Harion jumped on her wide, long back, riding her like a bull. She threw him off of her and he landed on the ground. She lunged at him and they wrestled while Tharus fluttered his wings above them, watching. One of the frog creatures joined in on the fight, pulling her hair hard. She screamed in pain as he turned her towards him. The frog punched her several times in the face, causing her nose to bleed. She reeled backwards with every vicious hit, dazed. For the finale, he kicked her twice in the chest and she collapsed onto the floor. "Good job, Avar," Harion said proudly. With their backs facing him, Tharus flew to the ground, grabbed a rifle, and ascended back to the ceiling. As Harion and the frog approached her, Tharus threw the gun to her. She caught it with one hand, aimed, and fired angrily at both of them. The laser bolts incinerated the two instantly. Tharus landed again. "Thanks," she said, sighing. The remainder of the gang was either crushed dead from the avalanche or had surrendered to Leslie. She aimed the rifle at the surviving members, instructing them to exit the pyramid with their hands over their heads. THE END The Pit Hitting pause on the remote and dropping it back on the desk, Greg leaned back in his chair and smiled to himself. He had suspected for a while someone had been stealing stock off the shop floor and it hadn't really come as that much of a surprise as to who the culprit was. Still, he had installed the hidden cameras just to confirm his suspicions and sure enough, there she was, hiding some of the boxes in various places around the factory to be sneaked out later when she thought no one was looking. Joanne had only been at the company for a short while and in the last couple of weeks it had come to Greg's attention there had been quite an alarming spike in stock disappearing. "Gotcha," he smirked, picking up the phone. "Tracy, could you ask Joanne to come in here please? Thank you." Joanne had just finished loading up one of the trolleys when she heard the familiar clip-clop of stilettos approaching behind her; turning round, she found the manager's secretary, Tracy, standing there. "Mr Osborne wants to see you in his office." "Oh shit," Joanne muttered, "what the fuck does he want now?" Following Tracy through the warehouse, Joanne stepped into the office and stood outside Greg's door. "Go on, just knock," Tracy smiled, sitting back down at her desk. She knocked the door and waited. "Come in." Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside and stood by the door. "Ahh Joanne, close the door and sit down please." With a sickening feeling in her stomach, she closed the door and sat down. For a moment or so, Greg sat back in his chair just looking at her with a very pleased expression on his face, casting his eyes over the young woman. She was quite short, standing at around 5' 4'' with cropped dyed blonde hair, soft facial features and brown eyes. But what she lacked in height, she certainly made up for in other ways; she was a chubby girl, at least a size 20 with very large boobs and chunky thighs. Feeling rather unsettled by the way Greg was looking at her; she tried to break the silence. "Erm...Mr Osborne, if this is about my timekeeping again, I'm really sorry, the bus was running late." "No no, it's nothing to do with that, I'd just like a quiet word with you about another matter, that's all." "Oh, okay," she said, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, "what is it?" "Well Joanne, it's come to my attention that quite a bit of stock appears to be missing." "Oh...right," replied Joanne nervously, swallowing hard. "I just wondered if you knew anything about it or heard anything perhaps," Greg smiled, drumming his fingers on the desk. "Erm...no, sorry," she said, feeling the sweat forming on her brow. "Hmm oh well never mind, I just thought I'd ask," said Greg, a smug grin spreading across his face, "well perhaps you can help me with this." Picking up the remote he nodded at the screen and pressed play. Joanne's insides started to churn as she watched herself hiding the boxes and furtively looking round before quickly running off. "Oh God," she sighed, her voice just a whisper. "Recognise her?" Greg smiled, pressing pause. "Mr Osborne....I'm sorry...I'm sorry...please," she sobbed, tears streaming down her face, "I was desperate, I needed the money." "I've got to hand it to you Joanne, you're good, you managed to get past all the other cameras, so I had a few more installed that no one knew about." "What will you do now?" she asked nervously. "Well, by rights I should report it to Mr. Samuel, then what happens next is up to him, but I should think he will probably sack you and might even involve the police," said Greg, picking up the phone. "Oh no....please Mr. Osborne ......please!" she wailed, bursting into tears again. Pausing, Greg smiled, put the phone back down and handed her a box of tissues. Wiping her eyes, she looked across the desk to see Greg leaning back in his chair with a strange expression on his face. None of the girls in the warehouse really liked him; he was quite a slimy character, about mid to late forties, a little overweight with his horrible shiny suit, dark thinning hair and a sort of smarmy, ratty like face. It was rumoured that he was involved with quite a few dodgy people, which was probably how he could afford his flashy Range Rover, he certainly couldn't afford it just on his salary. Still, whatever she thought of him, at least he hadn't reported her. "Thank you," she sniffled, blowing her nose, "why did you put the phone down?" "Well, it's just occurred to me that we could erm...perhaps help each other out," smiled Greg, tapping his teeth with a pen. "How?" "Well, let's just say you do something for me, and in return I make the footage of you stealing disappear." 'Oh God' she thought, the sick feeling returning to her stomach as all sorts of ideas flashed through her mind, the most revolting of which was the thought of having to sleep with this odious little creep. Swallowing hard and thinking she already knew the answer, she decided to ask. "What something?" "Oh don't worry, just a small favour, you might even enjoy it," the manager smiled, getting up and pacing round the office, casting his eyes over the chubby girl. "Hmm, I think you're just what I'm looking for." "What do you mean?" "I told you don't worry, by the way, do you own a bikini?" "What?" Joanne shrieked, "No I don't! Do I look like I would own a bikini?" "Well you do now," said Greg, dropping some money on the desk, "go out in your lunch break and buy one." "Look, I'm really not sure about this Mr. Osborne." "Really?" Greg smirked, picking up the phone again. Glaring at him, she sighed and snatched the money off the desk. "Fine, any particular colour?" she asked moodily. "No no, I shall leave that entirely up to you and your own sense of style," said Greg, smiling at her leopard print leggings and neon pink t-shirt. 'You bastard,' she thought, looking daggers straight at her slimy boss. "Right then, seeing as how you still have a job here, I suggest you get back out there and get on with it; come back and see me after you've been on your little shopping trip." "Okay," she said quietly, getting up and heading for the door. "Joanne." "Yes?" she asked, turning round. "Don't let me down," Greg warned sternly. "I won't." Closing the door, she looked over to Tracy, sitting at her desk and painting her nails. "Everything alright Jo?" "Erm...yeah I'm fine," she replied, quickly leaving the office and heading out into the warehouse. Walking down the third aisle, she came across her workmate, Lisa. "Hiya mate, I heard you were in Osborne's office, what did that creepy fucker want?" "Oh nothing really, he just wanted to have another moan at me about my timekeeping that's all," Jo replied nervously. "God, he's such a wanker," Lisa smiled, shaking her head, "you coming the chippy at dinner?" "Err...ah, no I can't, I've got a dentist appointment." "Oh, okay," she shrugged. Lisa was Jo's closest friend; a rather plain skinny little thing with shoulder length mousey coloured hair who always wore rather dull or dowdy clothes, a complete contrast to the chubby blonde. They had both started work there at around the same time and had been pretty much inseparable ever since; both girls were in their early twenties so they shared the same interests, liked the same music, TV shows and so on. One thing they definitely didn't share though was the work ethic; Lisa had always been hardworking, reliable and punctual, Jo on the other hand had always struggled, she was late at least two or three times a month, always with an excuse at the ready. On top of that, she was now a thief; steeling luxury boxes of chocolates for her boyfriend, Steve, to sell on. She had wanted to tell her friend how much trouble she had got herself in, but she wasn't sure how she'd react. All the time they stood there chatting, it just seemed like a blur, with Jo just nodding and smiling. All she could think about the conversation she'd just had with Greg. "Well, see you later then, enjoy your dentist appointment," giggled Lisa. "Hmm, yeah thanks, see you later mate," she smiled. 'Bloody wish it was a dentist appointment, I'd rather have that than whatever that bastard's got planned for me,' she thought, her insides wincing again. Sighing, she made her way over to her trolley and got on with her work.... Lunchtime quickly came round; grabbing her jacket, Joanne stepped outside and began the walk into the centre of town. When she got there, she went round all the stores but only managed to find one bikini in her size, a rather garish pink and orange stringy one with bottoms which tied at the sides. Paying for the tacky garment with the money Greg had given her; she quickly made her way back to the factory and knocked on his door. "Come in." Opening the door, she entered the office and stood there nervously running her hand through her hair. "Sit down." Taking her seat, she looked down at the floor, her heartbeat getting faster. "Well?" Greg smiled, "did you get it?" Sighing, she opened her bag and pulled out the bikini, dangling it in front him. "Dear oh dear," Greg laughed, "Ohhh yes, very you." "It was the only one I could find in my size!" Joanne snapped. "Come on, where's the rest of the money, there's no way that thing cost thirty quid," the manager grinned, holding out his hand. Rolling her eyes, she pulled the money out of her pocket and tossed it on to the desk. "There!" she hissed, "I suppose you want me to try it on for you." "No, that won't be necessary Joanne, thank you." "Oh....okay," said Jo, a little confused. "Right, have you got a nice smart dress?" asked Greg. "Why, are you going to buy me one of those as well?" she said, sarcastically. "No, well have you got one or not?" "Yes," she sighed, "look, what is this all about Mr. Osborne?" "Well, when you meet me at Watson's corner at eight on Friday, you'll find out." Greg smirked. "Friday night?" asked Jo, her voice wavering, "what do I tell Steve?" "Oh I'm sure you'll think of something, you just make sure you're there, and bring that with you, okay?" "Okay," she nodded, a feeling of dread engulfing her. "Good, get back to work then and I'll see you on Friday." Walking back to her section, she tried to work out what Greg was up to. Was he going to pick her up and take her to some grotty hotel? And what was the thing with the bikini all about? Was he kinky? a bit of a perv? On reflection, she thought the answer to the last question was probably yes; but why her? All the girls he'd sleazed around before had been skinny, slender types; nothing at all like her. Deciding there was no point in brooding about it, she got on with her work, hoping whatever he had planned for her, it would be quick. *********************************************** The rest of the week had dragged by, but finally it was Friday; tottering along Bennet Road in her black stilettos, Joanne made it to Watson's corner just before eight. Wearing a purple knee length dress with long sleeves and her hair neatly done, she actually looked quite presentable for a change, even if the dress was a little tight. A few moments later, a blue Range Rover pulled up and the passenger door opened. "Good evening Joanne, get in." Greg smirked, the smell of his nasty aftershave wafting out. Putting on her seatbelt, she sat with her handbag on her lap looking down, feeling her skin crawl as Greg cast his eyes over her. "Nice...very nice, I honestly thought I'd find you standing there wearing some horrible leopard print number," he laughed. "Look, are you going to tell me what this is all about Mr. Osborne?" she sighed, ignoring his remark. "Greg, not Mr.Osborne, we're not at work now," he smiled as they pulled away. "Well alright then 'Greg', are you going to tell me which crappy hotel you're taking me to so you can do whatever it is you want to do to me?" Greg didn't answer; he just laughed and shook his head. "Come on, tell me!" she demanded. "Alright alright, have you ever heard of a man called Lenny Fraser?" Greg asked. "Of course I have," she said, rolling her eyes, "he owns half the bloody town." "That's right, including the casino." "So?" "Well, recently I've run up a few debts there and Mr. Fraser is starting to get a bit erm...anxious." "What the hell's that got to do with me?" Joanne shrugged. "Have you ever seen Mr. Fraser's wife?" "No." "Judith, lovely woman, she's got a figure quite like yours, Mr. Fraser has got shall we say, a penchant for ladies of a rubenesque build." "Fuck sake, just spit it out, you mean he likes fat birds!" she huffed. "Alright, yes." "You still haven't told me where we're going." "Well, erm....Mr. Fraser has invited me up to his place for a little 'chat' and er, as you can imagine, he is not the sort of man who takes kindly to his invitations being turned down," said Greg anxiously. "So, where do I fit in?" asked Joanne. "Oh for Christ sake Jo, don't be so bloody naïve," he said, raising his eyebrows at the chubby blonde. "OH MY GOD!" Jo shrieked, as the realisation hit her, "you're gonna try and pimp me out to the local gangster just so you can clear your fucking gambling debts? Jesus, you're some piece of work aren't you...you utter bastard!" "Oh come on, it's not that bad, and anyway he's not a gangster, he's a businessman." "Yeah right and the Krays were social workers, stop the car." "Jo, for God sake calm down." "STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" she screamed. Pulling over, Greg glared at her. "Don't even think about getting out Jo, I've still got the tapes remember." "I can't believe that's what you want me to do, I mean, for fuck sake," Jo sighed, knowing there was no way she could back out. "It isn't honest, I just want you to be nice to him, you know, put him in a good mood, smile, laugh at his jokes and stuff." "Huh, and stuff," Jo moaned, looking out of the window, "I take it the 'stuff' has something to do with that bloody bikini." "We're going to be late," Greg muttered, pulling away again. "Alright fine," Jo sighed, I do this for you and you wipe those tapes?" "Yes." "Promise?" "Yes yes, I promise." For the rest of the journey the pair sat in silence with Jo staring blankly out of the window. Turning down a long gravel drive, they pulled up to a large mock Georgian house with a black Rolls Royce parked outside. "Right, here goes," said Greg, taking a deep breath, "I'll do all the talking; you just smile and only speak when you're spoken to, okay?" "Fine, suits me." Jo muttered. Ringing the doorbell, Greg then smoothed down his jacket as they waited. Eventually the door opened and a huge man with a shaved head in a dark suit appeared. "Hello Terry," Greg smiled up nervously at the giant towering over them. "Come in," said Terry, ushering them into a large sitting room. Sitting down on a large red leather sofa, they surveyed their opulent surroundings, the plush carpet and curtains and the very expensive looking TV mounted on the wall. Greg turned to Jo as if he was about to say something when Terry came back into the room with a smartly dressed middle aged man with grey combed back hair and chunky gold rings on his fingers who they both instantly recognised. "Greg, glad you could make it," he smiled, holding out his hand. "Evening Lenny," he said nervously, shaking it. "And who do we have here?" Lenny asked, turning to the chubby girl with a warm smile. "Joanne...Joanne Spencer, pleased to meet you Mr. Fraser," she smiled awkwardly, offering her hand. "Please, call me Lenny, we're all friends here," he said, kissing her on the cheek, making her insides flinch, "right, shall we all have a drink?" "Just an orange juice for me please Lenny, I'm driving." "Fair enough; Joanne?" "Rum and coke with ice please." "Terry, an orange juice, a rum and coke with ice for the young lady and I'll have a large scotch please." "Okay Len," the giant grunted, stepping over to the drinks cabinet. Fixing the drinks, he then brought them over on a tray and placed it on the coffee table. "Right, now then Greg," said Lenny, picking up his glass and taking a sip, "we've got a bit of a problem haven't we, regarding your account at the casino." "Yes," he said quietly, his stomach churning. "Well, I don't really want to discuss it in front of your ladyfriend here, so I think we will go in the billiard room and Joanne can wait here." "Okay Lenny." "Judy, come in here and keep our guest company please love," Lenny yelled. "Oh, Okay," a surprised female voice yelled back. Moments later, a large curvy woman with long red hair dressed in black silk pyjamas strolled into the room; noticing Joanne sat on the sofa, her bright blue eyes lit up as a warm smile spread across her face. "Judy, this is Joanne, Greg's erm...friend, Joanne this is my wife Judith," said Lenny. "Hello Joanne, pleased to meet you," the redhead purred, sitting down next to her. "Erm, hello," replied Jo, smiling nervously. "Right, shall we go and sort this out then Greg?" Lenny asked, knocking back his drink. Nodding, Greg stood up and the three men made their way to the door. "See you in a short while ladies." said Lenny. The door closed and Judith turned to her anxious looking guest. "Would you like another drink?" "Yes please." "Same again?" "Please." "Okay, I think I'll join you," the redhead smiled. Jo studied her host as she poured the drinks; she guessed she was about early to mid 40's and pretty much the same build as her but with perhaps slightly larger boobs. She was certainly a very striking looking woman with her long red hair and pale ivory-like skin, 'Quite attractive,' Jo thought, not that she had ever been attracted to women in that way. "So, you're Greg's friend then?" she asked, handing Jo her glass. "Hmm, sort of," Jo sighed, "he asked me to come here with him 'cos he's too shit scared to come on his own." "Oh I see," Judy laughed, "he's always struck me as that sort, I've seen him at the casino a few times, trying to chat up the croupiers, slimy creep; so how do you know him?" "He's my boss at work," the big blonde sighed. "Oh right, I'm guessing he's just as much of a sleazy twat there as he is at the casino." "Yep, that's Greg alright," Jo giggled as she started to relax. There was something about her rubenesque host that seemed to put her at ease as she sat there smiling at her; a couple of more drinks later, she had almost forgotten about Greg and why they were there, that was until there was a gentle knock on the door and Terry stepped in. "What is it Terry?" "Sorry Judy, Len wants a quick word with you." "Okay, won't be minute Jo," Judy smiled, leaving the room with Terry. Jo sat on her own for about ten minutes before the big redhead returned, much to her relief. "Everything okay?" Jo asked anxiously. "Yeah fine, Len was just telling me what Greg had told him about you," Judy smiled, raising her eyebrows as she sat back down close to her. "Why, what the hell did he say?" the chubby blonde asked, a hint of panic in her voice. "Don't worry; he just said you were the type of girl who was up for a bit of fun, you know, not afraid to try something different." "Erm yes, well......within reason," she smiled nervously, 'Oh shit, here it comes,' she thought as she felt a hand gently brush her thigh. "He also said you've brought a bikini with you." "Yes." "Why don't you go and put it on?" Judy purred, winking at her apprehensive guest, "there's a bathroom on the left just through that door, I'll have another drink waiting for you when you get back, okay?" The Pit "Okay," she nodded, almost in a daze as she walked out of the room, nerves racking her stomach. Closing the bathroom door, she quickly stripped, took the garish bikini out of her handbag and put it on, adjusting the ties on the bottoms until they were even. Catching a glimpse of herself in a full length mirror, she rolled her eyes and sighed. 'Oh my God, what a fucking sight,' she thought, staring at her reflection; turning to her side, she shook her head as she looked at her big round belly, chunky thighs and huge ass cheeks, dimpled with cellulite; not exactly a bikini body. The colour and style did nothing to help matters, the luminous pink and orange clashing terribly with her pasty skintone. Shrugging, she thought she probably wouldn't be wearing it that long anyway if Lenny and his moll had their way. Picking up her clothes and folding them, she took a deep breath and made her way back into the sitting room. "Mmm, very nice," said a deep voice behind her, which she instantly recognised as Lenny; turning round, she quickly folded her arms. "Don't be shy Jo, put your arms down girl," Lenny said, smiling softly as he slowly paced round her. Slowly, she put her arms down by her sides; her heart beating faster, "where's Greg?" she asked worriedly. "Don't worry he's fine, nice eh Terry?" he smiled, gesturing towards the chubby blonde. "Yeah yeah, she's lovely Len," he nodded. "Right, off you go then Terry, go and keep Greg company," his boss said calmly. "Okay Len." Picking up a bottle of scotch and a packet of cigars, he then turned to the two women. "And you two gorgeous creatures can follow me," he smiled wickedly, heading to a door at the corner of the room. "Don't worry, it's not what you think," Judy whispered, giving her guest a reassuring hug. It was then she noticed that Judy had changed into a long dark blue silky dressing gown. Gently holding Jo's hand, Judy led her through the door and down a narrow corridor. "What's down here then, a hot-tub?" The big redhead didn't answer; she just kept hold of Jo's hand and smiled at her as they stepped through another door at the end of the corridor into a small, warm, softly lit room. Blinking in the dim light, Jo could make out a small table in the corner, which Lenny was now sitting at. Her gaze then fell on a sort of square paddling pool or pit that was sunk a few inches into the floor and padded round the edges. 'What the fuck is going on?' she thought, her heart feeling like it was going to burst from her chest. Hearing the click of a lighter, she looked back over at the silhouette in the corner. "It's okay Jo relax, perhaps you'd like me to explain," said Lenny from behind a cloud of cigar smoke. "If you could please, Mr. Fra...Lenny," Jo replied, arms folded again. "Well as you can probably guess from looking at my beautiful wife, I like the larger ladies." "Erm...yes, Greg told me." "Oh did he now?....well, what he probably didn't tell you was that so does Judy." "Er...oh right, okay," said Jo nervously, turning round to find Judy smiling at her lustfully. "You see, the thing is my wife and I both share this...erm how can I put it?" "Fetish, don't be shy dear," Judy teased. "Hmmm, I not really sure I like that word," said Lenny, pouring himself another drink, "Let's call it a passion." "What is it?" Jo asked, the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach getting worse. "Oh for God's sake Len, you're terrifying the poor girl," said Judy softly, putting an arm round the chubby blonde, looking straight into her eyes and smiling reassuringly, "I like to wrestle other girls, and he likes to watch me doing it." For a moment Jo was totally speechless, a stunned expression on her face. Of all the scenarios that had crossed her mind, this one had never even occurred to her. Eventually, she managed to force a few words out. "You mean....that's it? But I thou..." "I know what you thought Jo," the big redhead giggled, shrugging off her dressing gown to reveal a nicely styled black bikini, much classier than Jo's luminous monstrosity. "Come on," said Judy, slowly leading her into the pit, "it'll be fun, I promise." "Erm...okay," Jo shrugged. As they stood in the centre of the pit, Judy picked up a large bottle of baby oil and began pouring it all over the young blonde, making her jolt with a sharp intake of breath. "Sorry, is it a bit cold?" "Mmmm," Jo nodded. "Don't worry, you'll soon warm up in a minute," the big redhead purred as she massaged the oil into her young opponent's body. Jo swallowed hard and took a deep breath, feeling a strange sensation building in her stomach as Judy's hands gently glided over her soft, ample flesh. Although she had never really been physically attracted to another woman before, she couldn't help feeling slightly aroused by what Judy was doing to her; and she knew it as well, slowly running her fingers over the fabric of Jo's bikini top and circling the rapidly stiffening nipples. "Okay, your turn," Judy smiled, winking and handing her the bottle. Taking it, she smiled at the voluptuous redhead and poured the rest of the bottle over her, sliding her hands up and down her curvaceous frame. Judy closed her eyes and gave out a long wanton groan as the hands slid over her skin. Taking the empty bottle from the blonde and tossing it away, the older woman leaned in and softly kissed Jo's neck. "Kneel down," she whispered; gently applying a little pressure to Jo's shoulders until they were both knelt down facing each other. "Try and push her on to her back Jo," said Lenny as he lit his cigar once more. Trying to make a grab for her opponent, Jo lunged forward but she couldn't get a firm grip and slithered off Judy and ended up face down in the pit. "Whoops!" Judy giggled, sliding on top and holding her down; the younger girl groaning as she felt the full weight of the big redhead crushing down on her. Wrapping her chunky thighs either side of her trapped opponent, Judy lay down on top of her and kissed the back of her neck. "Come on Jo, try and push me off," she purred. Jo let out a guttural roar and tried to push up but it was hopeless, the oil made it all but impossible to get any sort of grip; laughing at her opponent's futile attempts, Judy sat back up. Still straddling her, she began to untie Jo's bikini top; with one firm yank, she tore from underneath the chubby blonde and tossed it away. "Shit!" Jo squealed, her stiff bare nipples tingling as they rubbed against the cold surface. "Okay Jo, I'll let you get up," said Judy, releasing the blonde. "Fuck," she groaned, getting back up to her knees and shaking her head; the sight of her exposed boobs with their rock hard nipples bringing a smile to Judy's face. "Oh nice, come on Jo, try again," she whispered as a low rasping laugh came from the corner of the room. 'Okay bitch, so you want to strip me do you?' the chubby blonde thought, feeling the strange sensation building in her stomach once more, 'let's see how you fuckin like it.' Lunging forward, she tried to make a grab for the big redhead's bikini top, but Judy simply grabbed her wrists, pushed her on to her back and held her down, making Jo grit her teeth and shriek. "MMMMNNNNAAAHH.....FUCKIN BITCH!" "Nice try, but not fast enough," Judy giggled, straddling her trapped opponent and twisting her nipples. "Ow......ow....AAAOOWW......FUCK!" Despite it being quite painful, Judy's assault on Jo's boobs had made the feeling in her stomach move down towards her pussy; her clit tingling each time her tormentor twisted the throbbing nipples. Trying to block it from her mind, she reached up and clawed at Judy's top, eventually managing to pull it down and release the pendulous mounds of flesh; the left nipple was pierced with a silver ring. Hooking her little finger in it, Jo gave it a gentle tug, making the big redhead yelp. "OWW! you bitch!" she shrieked, getting off and trying to wriggle away. "That's it Jo, good girl!" Lenny laughed, slowly clapping his hands. Grabbing Judy by the ankles and pulling her back to the centre of the pit, Jo tore off her bikini top and threw it across the room; the two women laughing and giggling as their oil drenched bodies slipped and slithered over each other trying to force their opponent on to their back. For what seemed like an age, they rolled back and forth, pinching, slapping and squeezing each other until suddenly Judy managed to trap the younger woman between her colossal thighs. "Oh no!" Jo gasped, desperately trying to wriggle free. "Ohhh yes, gotcha now young lady," Judy purred as she began to squeeze. "Aaaaaaagghh......aaaaahhh....ffffuuck.....Jesus!" "Come on Jo, you like that....you like that, heh?" "No...no...oowww God....bitch!" Smiling, she reached down and pulled the tie on Jo's bikini bottoms. "Shit....no!" the blonde wailed as the skimpy triangle of fabric fell away to reveal her shaved pussy. With a lustful groan, Judy slipped her hand between the trapped girl's legs and rubbed the soft chubby lips. "Oh...oh God.....oh God....Judy.....oh fuck!" "Ohhhh yeah....you like that don't you?" Judy purred a knowing smile across her face. "No.....no....no....pleeease!" the blonde screamed; her legs thrashing around wildly as she tried to escape before Judy pushed her to the point of no return. Pouring himself another drink, Lenny sat back contentedly in his chair as he watched his wife totally dominate her pleading opponent. It had been a while since him and Judy had indulged in their little 'hobby' but so far this fight had certainly been worth the wait. Jo seemed like quite a spirited sort, clenching her fists and shaking her head as she tried to hold on, but moments later her body tensed and she screamed as the climax welled up within her. "AAAAAAAHHHHH.......AAAAAAHHHH......FFFFUUUCCK!" "Come on, thaaat's it, let go," the redhead whispered as she thrust her fingers deep inside Jo's dripping snatch, pushing her thumb hard against the rock hard clit. "AAAAAAHHHHHH.......OHHHH FUCK.....YYYEEAHH......YYYYEEAAHH!" Jo's head began to swim as the most intense orgasm rushed through her; the waves washing over her body making her cry out in ecstasy. The amazing feeling seemed to last for an age, with Judy softly nuzzling her neck as her body began to fall limp. "Oh god, you bitch," she groaned as Judy released her and gently kissed her on the forehead. "Well done love," Lenny smiled, taking another cigar from the packet, "you okay Jo?" "Yeah, I think so," the blonde replied, still lying on her back trying to recover as Judy sat by the edge of the pit. "Do you want to try again?" the older woman asked as she removed her nipple ring. "In a minute," she groaned, struggling back up to her knees. Although not really wanting to admit it, she was actually starting to enjoy the experience; the touch of another woman's body sending shockwaves through her and making her clit tingle. After what Judy had just done to her, she was determined to try and return the favour. 'Right then Judy, let's see if I can make you scream for mercy in front of your husband,' she thought, taking a deep breath. Shuffling to the centre of the pit, she smiled at Judy and beckoned to her. "Nice one girl, I like your style," Lenny chuckled, coughing on his cigar, "she's got some bottle, eh love?" "Hmmm, let's see how much, shall we?" purred Judy, kneeling down and facing the chubby blonde. This time, Judy tried to leap onto her younger opponent, but she slid out of the way, sending her sprawling forward; seeing her chance, Jo grabbed the bikini bottoms and pulled them straight down her legs and off over her feet, throwing them towards Lenny. "Oh you cow!" Judy shrieked; a surprised smile across her face as her husband laughed in the background. "What the bloody hell are you laughin' at?" she yelled. "Oh dear, she caught you out there love," he sniggered. "Right, come here you!" Judy giggled, making a lunge for the blonde. Now both naked, the two women rolled over and over, gradually becoming more aroused as their voluptuous oil covered bodies slid against each other. Catching Judy totally by surprise, Jo forced her on to her back, straddled her and pushed her legs apart, right in front of her Husband. "Aaaagh...bitch!" she groaned, trying to break free but it was hopeless, Jo had her held down fast. "How d'ya like this, Judy?" Jo teased; slipping her hand between the redhead's legs and rubbing her swollen clit, making her buck and writhe in a desperate bid to push the blonde off. "AAAAAAGGHH.....NO......NO!" Judy wailed as the fingers slipped into her soaked pussy, sending her senses reeling. "Ohhh yeah, you can dish it out, let's see if you can take it!" the blonde hissed, thrusting her fingers deeper. "AAAAAAHHHHH.......OH JESUS.....OH FFFUUCK..NO...NAAOOOO!" "Yeah, that's it Judy, come for me!" "AAAAAHHHH.......AAAAAAHHH......YYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHH!" Lenny sat there, smiling and shaking his head in disbelief as Jo finger fucked his wife to a withering orgasm right in front of him. Usually once Judy had got her opponent to come they just wilted away, unable to offer any sort of resistance, but Jo seemed to be mounting one hell of a fight back, gently slapping Judy's clit as the last of the climax left her exhausted body. "Uuuuuhhh.....oh fuck...please...stop," Judy groaned, weakly pawing at the gleeful blonde. "Okay," Jo whispered, sliding off the tired redhead and softly planting a kiss on her lips. "Well done girl, I'm impressed," said Lenny, stubbing out his cigar, "what's the matter love, is she a bit too strong for you?" he teased, turning to his wife. "She's half my fucking age!" Judy snapped as she got back up and glared at him. "Alright alright calm down, I'm only pulling your leg." he smirked. "Sod off Len," she smiled, shaking her head, "you ready?" she asked, turning to Jo. "Yep." she beamed. "Right," Judy growled and leapt on the blonde, pushing her on to her back; before Jo could react she pulled her legs apart and slipped between, grinding her pussy against Jo's throbbing clit. "Wha....ohhhhhh.....ohh...fuck!" "Yeah, weren't expecting that, were you, eh?" Judy purred, hooking Jo's right leg and grinding her hips down harder. "Aaaaaahhhh....oh God.....oh God....no!" she screamed, desperately trying to wriggle free, but to no avail, Judy kept a firm grip of her leg and continued her onslaught. Realising there was no escape, she eventually stopped struggling and gave in to the amazing sensation her opponent was slamming into her. "Oh yeah, you're mine now bitch!" she laughed, thrusting down harder. "Aaaaaahhhh.....ohhhhh....fffuck....no......NO...NO!" "Come on Jo, sing for me!" Closing her eyes, the young blonde slammed her fists into the floor as the climax surged; seconds later she shook her head and screamed as it exploded deep within her, the waves coursing through every inch of her body. "AAAAAAAHHHHH...YYYYYEEEEAAHHH.....OHHHHHH GOD!" As she felt Jo's body go limp, Judy let go of her leg and lay down next to her, running her fingers through her oil drenched hair. "Let me know when your ready," she whispered. "Oh God no, no more," the blonde groaned, "I give up you win." "Okay," Judy smiled, kissing her on the lips, "Oh well, that's it for tonight Len." "Well done love," said her husband, pouring himself another drink, help Jo out of the pit." "Come on, up you get" she said softly, wrapping her arm round the young blonde. Looking into her bright blue eyes, Jo leaned in and kissed her victorious opponent, her tongue probing deep into Judy's mouth. The redhead responded in kind, gently pushing Jo back down to the floor. Lighting up another cigar, Lenny watched intently as the two women kissed passionately, their hands sliding over their oiled bodies as they rolled back and forth, wanton moans and gasps escaping from their lips. Holding Jo down on her back, Judy slowly kissed down the blonde's curvy body, circling the erect nipples with her tongue before kissing down towards the rock hard clit, rolling her tongue over it and making Jo shudder ecstatically. "Oh God Judy......yes....yes....lick it...lick it pleeease!" she begged, grabbing the back of Judy's head and thrusting her hips upward. Groaning, the big redhead buried her face between Jo's legs, pushing her tongue deep into her soaked pussy. "Ohhhh....fffuck...yyyeeaahh!" Suddenly, Judy stopped and got up, making Jo wail despairingly. "No...no.....you bitch...don't stop now!" "Why should you have all the fun?" she smiled wickedly, before turning round and sliding back on top of her; her pussy now right over Jo's face. "Come on Jo," she purred, "you want my tongue, give me yours." Desperate for Judy to send her over the edge, Jo licked and sucked feverishly at her dripping snatch, sinking her fingers into the soft fleshy ass cheeks and moaning wantonly as she felt the redhead's tongue rolling over her throbbing clit. Taking a large swig from his glass, Lenny sat in stunned silence as he watched the two women licking and sucking wildly at each other's pussies; his cock now rock hard to the point of being almost unbearable. Un-tucking his shirt, he then unzipped his trousers so he could 'loosen things up.' The room was now filled with ecstatic moans, groans, gasps and eventually screams as the pair pushed each other to a shattering conclusion. "Jesus Christ," Lenny muttered, knocking back the rest of his drink as he watched his wife's body tense as another orgasm tore through her. "OHH GOD.......JO.....JO......FFFUUUUCK........YYYYEEEAAAHHH!" Seconds later the chubby blonde sucummbed to Judy's expertly probing tongue. "AAAAAAHHHH......AAAAAAAHHHH.......OH MY G........AAAAAAAAHHHH!" For a while the two women lay side by side trying to catch their breath, occasionally running their fingers down each other's bodies. "Jesus, that was good," Jo gasped a contented smile on her face. "Mmmm yeah," Judy groaned, "did you enjoy that love?" "Not as much as you two, by the looks of it," her husband laughed, walking over to the edge of the pit, "come on you'd better get out." ********************************************* After they had both had a quick shower and got dressed, they returned to the sitting room to find Lenny, Greg and Terry waiting for them. Lenny poured them both a drink, and then took Joanne into the hallway. "Well Joanne, thank you for a most entertaining evening," he smiled, holding out his hand. "Thank you Lenny, glad you enjoyed it," she said nervously; as she shook his hand, he pressed something into hers. "You're welcome round here anytime love," he whispered, kissing her on the cheek. Looking down and opening her hand, she saw there was some money and a phone number. "That's just a little something to say thank you, perhaps get yourself a nicer bikini eh?" he smirked. "Hmm, thank you." "Like I said love, anytime, but preferably without that prick Greg," he said nodding towards the sitting room. "Oh right, okay," she giggled anxiously, "I'll erm, think about it." "Yeah, you do that girl," he smiled warmly, "shall we?" he said, gesturing towards the door. The pair joined the others and they all had a few more drinks, except for Greg, who had been on orange juice the whole evening. An hour or so later, they got ready to leave. "Well then Greg, are those terms agreeable to you?" Lenny asked with a stone faced expression. "Err...yeah sure Lenny," Greg replied anxiously, briefly glancing at Terry. "Good, well I think that concludes our business for this evening, I think you should get Miss Spencer back home, don't you?" "Okay Lenny." "Right then, I shall bid you both good evening, bye Joanne, see you soon hopefully." he smiled, winking at the blonde. The Pit "Yeah, bye Lenny." "See you soon Joanne," Judy purred, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Bye Judy," she smiled, feeling her whole body tingle as she looked into Judy's sparkling blue eyes. Getting back in the car, Jo looked over at Greg; his face a mixture of apprehension and anger. "Well, did you come to a satisfactory arrangement?" the blonde asked. "Not what I would call satisfactory, no," her boss grumped as they pulled out on to the main road. "Why, you still seem to have your kneecaps where nature intended," Jo smiled. "Hmm, if I do as Mr Fraser says they might just stay there." "What do you mean?" "Well, Joanne dear, it would appear you made quite an impression on him." "Really?" "Yes, while you and Judy were having a shower; or at least that's what I was told you were doing, him and that gorilla of his started asking questions about you, saying I must have got you up there under some sort of duress, so Terry 'persuaded' me to tell them the truth and it all came out about the tapes." "Oh dear," Joanne smirked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Hmm," he scowled, "so he offered me a deal." "A deal?" "Yes, he told me to give you the tapes and to give you an increase in salary until it paid off what I owed the casino; he also warned me that if I ever tried anything like that again, I would regret it." "Oh, I see," the blonde smiled. "Don't look so damn smug Joanne, I think you'll eventually realise you're just as much in his pocket as I am!" her boss snapped, pulling up at Watson's corner. "Ohhh, I don't think so Greg," she laughed as she got out of the car, "see you Monday then, bright and early." "Bitch," he muttered under his breath as he pulled away. Pulling her mobile out of her handbag, she called Lisa. "Hiya mate, fancy comin' out to a club? ......No no, it's alright I've got a few quid......okay see you there in a bit..... Thanks for reading, MELD.