Six months had past since Danielle Jamison gave Leroy "Sky" Walker a terrible beating on the Fox network television special. Reconstructive surgery on his badly mangled face had gone quite well. And dental implants left him with a straight teethed, pearly white smile. Although he never smiled much anymore. The nightmare of that horrible night was still etched in his mind. Walker continuously felt depressed and despondent. The poor young man was completely shamed and humiliated that fatal night. Facing the world again was to unappealing to him. He spent his time alone. Hardly ever going anywhere or doing anything. The only person he corresponded with was his Uncle Tony. Unfortunately, he disappeared last week leaving Walker to wallow in his misery alone.

The few times he did go out to buy food or gas up his car, he was reminded of that night over and over again. Large billboards all across the city were advertising tape and DVD sales of the fight. It was a hot selling item in magazines and newspapers. And trying to watch television at home to help take his mind off of his troubles was even worse. ESPN continuously showed parts of the fight during every show. Commercials were using excerpts from it to sell their products. He just couldn't escape it no matter where he was or what he was doing. It seemed to him the general public was not going to allow him to forget his shame. And he didn't have a clue what to do about it. He felt completely lost.

An idea occurred to him one day to visit Danielle and see if she could help. Shivers ran down his spine at the thought of facing her again. But he had to do something. His jaw was wired shut when she came to see him in the hospital, so he actually hadn't formally apologised to her for striking her breasts that night. Maybe if he made peace with her it would make him feel better. Something had to change so he could move on with his life. With his mind made up, Walker took a hot shower and changed his clothes. It took a while for him to button his shirt, because his hands were trembling like he was having an epileptic fit. But he finally managed to accomplish it. Then he climbed into his car and drove to her home.

As he stood on her step and reached to ring her door bell his hand began to violently tremble again. He took a deep breath and willed it to stop. He felt silly being afraid of the petite female on the other side of the door and chastised himself for being weak. Although she did prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that size didn't matter when it came to them. Her 4 foot 10 inch small body easily handled his 7 foot 7 inch frame like she owned him. When he did finally ring the bell, his nerves were on end waiting for the door to open. His mind kept telling him to run like hell and get away from there. But he knew in his heart he had to do this. It was the most frightening thing he ever attempted to do in his life. It was just simply the only way to get his life straightened out. So he bravely stood there and waited for his worse nightmare to step into view.

A large smile appeared on her beautiful face when Danielle opened her door. "Well, well. If it isn't my personnel punching bag. What the hell are you doing here wimp?" She asked. Walker's large body was shaking like a leaf as he looked down at the petite female that frightened him to death. His stomach tightened in a knot and his lips were slightly trembling. But he somehow found the courage to plunge ahead. "Look Miss Jamison. I'm truly sorry I punched you in the breasts that night. You were brutally beating me senseless and completely humiliating me in front of millions of people. I underestimated your skills and you painfully made me pay the price for that stupid mistake. I lost my head because of the shame I felt. When I realised I couldn't stop you from degrading me, I became desperate and lashed out at the one spot I knew would cause you pain. I thoroughly regret my actions and I'm here to ask for your forgiveness. I really am sorry Miss Jamison." He humbly said

Danielle crossed her arms over her ample breasts and sternly looked at the pathetic male standing in her doorway. "You're sorry huh? You've got some nerve pansy ass. You come over here with a weak apology and you think that's going to make everything all better. Well I've got news for you weakling. You're a coward. A long legged, big mouth coward. You should have taken your beating like a man and not struck me in the breasts like a pussy. You're a pathetic excuse for a man. Now get the hell off of my steps before I lose my temper and give you another well deserved beating right now." She scornfully told him. Walker's face turned ashen. He backed up a few steps while keeping her in his sight and then he bolted for his car. Her cruel laughter was ringing in his ears when he drove off.

Walker drove around for hours in a trance. Things had not gone like he hoped they would with Danielle Jamison. When he finally came back to reality, he found himself parked in front of the animal shelter. For some reason he couldn't explain, it seemed to be drawing him inside. He gave in to the feeling and entered the building. As he was walking down the isle of caged dogs, he noticed a mixed breed mutt lying in the back of his cage whimpering. A Chihuahua was in the cage next to his barking at him. The larger dog seemed to be afraid of the much smaller dog. Walker felt a strong connection between himself and the big dog. He knelt down in front of his cage and put his hand through the bars. The dog stopped whimpering and crawled over to lick his fingers.

"You must have a way with dogs son. That mutt cowers away from everyone. He won't even approach when we're feeding him. You're the only person he's let get close to him in nearly a year." The attendant told him. Walker smiled for one of the few times in the last six months. He understood exactly how the dog felt. "How much do you want for him?" He asked. "Well, we normally charge thirty five dollars for a dog that size. But I'll make you a deal. You can have him for twenty bucks if you promise not to bring him back." The man responded. "You've got a deal. I'll take him." Walker answered. He paid the man and walked out with the one and only friend he felt he had. When they got into the car, the dog placed his paws and head on Walker's thigh and laid there all the way home.

Walker felt a little better having a friend. He tried to reach his Uncle Tony again but was told by his family they hadn't found him yet. They said the last lead they had was a man who told them he spotted Tony at a sleazy motel with a tiny woman. But he was no longer there when they arrived. Some of the guests reported they heard inhuman sounds coming from the room that sounded like an animal being tortured. But that wasn't fully confirmed. Walker hung up feeling a little depressed. But as soon as he flopped down in the chair, the mutt wandered over and licked his hand hanging over the arm. That considerably cheered him up. The two of them fit well together. He fed the dog and took him for a walk to lift both of their spirits. He felt better when they returned home.

The next day while he was rolling around on the floor with the dog, there was a knock at his door. Hoping it was his Uncle Tony, Walker jumped up to answer it. The knot in his stomach severely tightened up and made him feel nauseated when he opened the door and Danielle Jamison pushed her way in. "Fox network is throwing a huge party this Saturday night for the people involved in all of the specials they aired last year. So don't make any plans for that night." She advised him. "Uhh, I'm not sure I'll be available Saturday night." He answered in a trembling voice. "NONSENCE!" "You're not only going to attend, we're going to go together. Wear the leopard skin briefs you wore the night we fought. I'll be here to pick you up at seven. If you know what's good for you, you'll be dressed and ready to go." "IS THAT CLEAR WIMP?" She sternly asked. Walker was so frightened he could only shake his head yes. "Good boy. I'll see you Saturday night." She replied as she walked out. Walker was still shaking.

Saturday night Danielle appeared at his door wearing the rainbow bikini and white leather boots she wore during the fight. "Let's go boy. We don't want to be late." She ordered. Walker grabbed his coat and started towards the door. "You won't need that. It's a nice night out there. Now move your worthless ass and get in the limo." When Walker turned to throw his coat back over the chair, she noticed the dog cowering in the corner. "Where in the hell did you get that mangy mutt? That's the ugliest damn dog I've ever seen in my life." Walker mumbled his answer as he hurried past her to obey her command. Neither one spoke on the ride to the home of the Producer throwing the party. Danielle waited until they arrived to spring her humiliating surprise on the unsuspecting Walker.

As the chauffeur stepped out to open her door, she handed Walker a black leather dog collar attached to a ten foot leash. "Put this on and don't argue with me wimp." She said with an I dare you to challenge my authority look. Walker was nearly in tears when he slipped it around his neck. "Good boy. Now follow me like a good little dog and behave yourself." She said with an evil smile. Walker stepped out of the car and walked behind her with his head bowed in shame. The chauffeur smiled as he climbed back in the car and drove off. Danielle entered the door first and greeted the group of people standing there. Then she turned and grinned. "I want you all to meet my pet." She stated as she pulled on the leash. Walked stooped down to get through the door and entered the room.

A loud chorus of laughter broke out when he entered. Most of the women thought it was hilarious. While quite a few of the men gave him a disgusting look. But they all were amused enough to ask him a serious of questions. "How do you like being Danielle's pet?" A beautiful blond asked him. "It's OK." He mumbled in a low voice. "OK? Why you love being my pet." Danielle replied. "Does she treat you well?" A heavy set woman asked with a large grin. "Not bad." He mumbled again. "Not bad? Why I treat him like a member of the family." Danielle told the lady. "Why do you let her shame you like this son?" A man asked shaking his head. "I...don't know." He answered. "Why of course you know. It's because I'm superior to you and you're a coward." Danielle told him and the group. Walker didn't answer. "What do you call him?" Another lady asked. "I haven't come up with a name yet. Let's just call him Fido for now." Danielle answered smiling.

Danielle faced the group and sprung another surprise Walker didn't know about. "Guess what folks. Sales for tapes and DVDs of the fight have gone so well, that I made a deal with another Producer to have a rematch." Walker instantly pissed his briefs. "BAD DOG!" "I told you to behave Fido. Get to the bathroom and clean yourself up." She ordered. Walker scurried out of the room trying his best to shut out the laughter. When he finally returned, Danielle was impatiently waiting for him. "Take those disgusting things off." She commanded the embarrassed male. His face really turned red when he took them off. "Good boy. Now stuff the piss soaked material in your mouth and go stand in the corner." She sternly ordered. Walker was to frightened to disobey. The laughter got extremely louder.

The rest of the night, Walker remained in the corner and sucked on his piss soaked briefs. Several guest continued to walk by him and laugh uncontrollably. He nearly died of embarrassment when one lady who happened to be a dress maker, pulled out her measuring tape and measured the length of his limp hanging dick. The men were ashamed of him for making their sex look weak so they completely stayed away from him. Although it was the most embarrassing experience he ever suffered through in his life, Walker survived without breaking down and crying. When Danielle finally attached the leash to his collar and dragged him out of there, he obediently trailed along behind her like a well trained puppy. She made him sit in the floorboard on the trip home. When he arrived, he ran to his door as fast as his legs would carry him. He could hear Danielle laughing as the chauffeur drove off. The dog happily licked his face when he charged through the door. He loved the dog more then ever at that moment.

The next day Walker took his best friend for a walk. On the way back, his mind began to wander thinking about his Uncle Tony. When he passed a news stand he nearly went into shock when he saw the large headline in the paper. "CRIME BOSS TONY ESPOSITO FOUND DEAD!" He snatched up the paper and threw his money at the man behind the counter. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he read the horrible story. His Uncle was found in a dumpster behind a bar. The Coroner said the numerous marks on his large body looked like he was beaten to death by a thousand tiny fists. There was no witnesses to the crime and the police had no leads. Walker fell into a deep depression and paid no attention where the dog was leading him. When the dog stopped walking and sat down on his haunches, he noticed he was standing in front of his house.

Walker knelt down to pet the dog and thank his best friend for bringing him home. As he rose to his feet, he saw Danielle climb out of her car waving some papers. "Come here wimp. You need to sign these for our rematch" Walker panicked. He knew he couldn't make it to his front door and unlock it before she caught him. His only option was to try and out run her. "RUN BOY!" He screamed at the dog as he took off. Walker should have been able to easily out run Danielle with his long legs. Unfortunately his clumsiness betrayed him. He made it to his back yard before he tripped over his big feet and tumbled to the ground. The dog stopped running and laid down beside him. Danielle was there before he could get up.

"You know you can't out run me you long legged moron." She said as she stomped him right in the face. "STOMP!" The dog barked at her so she turned and kicked him in the side. "WHAM!" "Shut the hell up you ugly mongrel." She said hatefully. He yelped and cowered down. "Please don't hurt him." Walker pleaded as he climbed to his feet. "WHACK!" Danielle back handed him in the mouth. "Keep your mouth shut you weak little pussy. She turned and stomped on the dogs ribs. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" Walker was scared to death when he heard the dog yelp in pain. He tried to push Danielle away but failed miserably. "SMACK!" Her solid right cross dropped him next to the whining dog.

When Walker saw she was about to stomp on the dog again. He threw his body over his best friend to shield him. "STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!..STOMP!" Danielle repeatedly stomped and kicked both of them like it was her mission in life. Walker eventually passed out from the pain. When he woke up lying on his back, Danielle was gone. He saw the dogs lifeless body and noticed he was barely breathing. Although it was very painful for him to move his severely battered body, he gently picked up his best friend and drove like a maniac to the Vet. Walker paced the waiting room for three hours praying his buddy would make it through surgery. When the Vet finally entered the room, he didn't have to say a word. The sorrowful look on his face told Walker everything he needed to know. He dropped to his knees and bawled his heart out.

On the drive home Walker was extremely depressed. Several times he seriously thought about committing suicide. Life just wasn't worth living with his Uncle Tony and his best friend gone forever. Driving his car off of a high cliff, or taking a hand full of the Amitriptyline they gave him for his depression should do the trick. But by the time he reached home his depression had turned to anger. The fierce anger filled his body so quickly he over dosed on it. Rational thinking went out the window. He convinced himself Danielle was responsible for the death of his dog AND his Uncle Tony. His fear of her vanished completely. The only thought on his mind was standing over her badly beaten dead body. Revenge was a sweet taste he couldn't wait to savor.

He snatched up his phone and dialed her number. When Danielle answered, he calmly agreed to her demands without a touch of fear in his snarling voice. "Give me the details you fucking bitch. You've got yourself a rematch." "Well what do you know. The coward grew a set of balls." She replied. "Just tell me what I need to know and keep your fucking opinions to yourself you little whore." He responded hatefully. Walker heard her laughing and got even more angry. "ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME OR NOT?" He screamed. "Of course I am little boy. You have to be punished for speaking to me like a dog. Which reminds me. How's that ugly mutt of yours?" She asked snickering. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU BITCH!" "We'll see sissy boy. Now shut up and listen." She gave him the details and hung up the phone.

That week end Walker showed up at the address she gave him. His mind was still being controlled by his anger, so he signed every piece of paper they gave him without reading a single word. Then he was directed to a dressing room and told to get ready. A puzzled look spread across his face when he passed the set on his way. It was definitely not what he expected. There was no boxing ring at all. It was simply a large carpeted room with a big round bed in the middle of it. He let it slip from his mind and entered the dressing room reserved for him. He didn't care where he beat the fuck out of Danielle, so what difference did it make. A few minutes later he exited wearing a new pair of leopard skin briefs and black tennis shoes. The Director waved him over so he loped in that direction.

"OK Mister Walker. As soon as Miss Jamison gets here we'll start shooting. You can leave your shoes and briefs on until then if it makes you feel more comfortable." The Director told him. "What do you mean until then?" Walker asked in surprise. "Didn't you read the contract Mister Walker? This is a XXX rated adult film. You and Miss Jamison will be fighting nude." He explained as he walked away. Walker was stunned. Danielle hadn't said a word about this. That meant he would have to fight her without a protective cup. He was beginning to have doubts about this rematch. His doubts grew even stronger when Danielle appeared and disrobed. Her small statured body looked hard and firm. And the muscles in her arms and legs were well defined and looked very powerful. He started to wonder if he had made a terrible mistake agreeing to this rematch.

"PLACES EVERYBODY!" The Director announced. The film crew scurried to their positions. The Producer and his guests settled back in their seats with extreme anticipation. The rest of the crew who's jobs were completed, gathered around the set to watch. "On the set Miss Jamison and Mister Walker." He told the stars of the film. Danielle smiled at Walker as she walked up to him. "I'm going to take you apart piece by piece you pathetic weakling. And I'm going to thoroughly enjoy myself while I destroy you. By the time I'm finished you'll be begging on your knees for me to end your suffering. If I order you to kiss my feet or lick my ass, you'll instantly obey me out of fear. Say your prayers little man. Your ass is mine." She confidently told the lanky male. Walker's tall body began to tremble like a young sapling in a strong wind.

"FIGHTERS ON THE SET!" The Director shouted. Danielle slapped Walker on the ass and proudly walked on the set while crooking her finger at him. "Come on little boy. It's time for me to give you another beating." Slightly embarrassed, Walker stepped out of his briefs and slipped off his shoes. He slowly walked out to meet Danielle with his hands covering his man hood. "If you plan on hiding your pitiful little dick while we fight, you'll be nothing but target practice for my fists. I really don't need any help to whip your pathetic ass. So quit playing with yourself and raise those useless arms of yours." Danielle told him with a smile. Walker felt lost. He was totally unprepared for this turn of events. His desire to beat Danielle to a pulp was still at it's peak. But displaying his private parts to everyone here and those who bought the tape or DVD while he did it, left him feeling very uncomfortable.

The decision to proceed or not was quickly taken out of his hands. "ANNNNNNNNNNNNND ACTION!" The Director screamed. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Danielle drilled him in the ribs and stomach with four hard shots. All of a sudden his embarrassment was forgotten. The image of his best friends dead body and his poor Uncle Tony being found in a dumpster entered his mind and completely enraged him. He furiously attacked like a mad man. Total destruction of the heartless bitch standing in front of him was all he cared about. His long arms were firing body damaging blows like there was no tomorrow. But like their previous encounter, Danielle danced around his thunderous attempts like it was the easiest thing in the world. Walker didn't get discouraged. He increased his efforts to turn Danielle into a badly beaten bloody pile of human flesh. He had to succeed at all costs. His revengeful nature demanded it.

Danielle moved like a graceful swan and waited for her chance. Sooner or later she knew the clumsy oaf would lose his balance and leave himself wide open. Then she would strike like a venomous snake and rip his heart from his chest. It didn't take long. Walker missed a hard right and fell over his over sized big feet. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAM!..WHAP!" Four more solid punches ripped into his stomach. Then she took a small step back and slammed the sole of her right foot above his left knee to bend him over a little further. When he came down in range, her foot landed squarely in his face and sent him reeling back. Danielle walked him down smiling.

Walker regained his balance and resumed his barrage of punches. But they missed their mark as badly as his previous onslaught. Danielle's quick moving female body was as elusive as a cat. He would swing at her standing to his left, and she would be standing to his right when the punch reached it's destination. While she easily landed her punches as he was turning to face her again. And without the padded gloves, her small fists really stung. But Walker was determined to be victorious. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" A one two combination brought his head down for the right cross and left hook that caused considerable pain to both of his eyes. Then she landed a wrecking ball uppercut to his chin that dumped him on the large round bed. Walker was dizzy and disoriented.

Danielle didn't take advantage of his helpless state. She wanted to prolong his agony for quite a bit longer. Plus, the film had to be at least an hour in length for sales to go well. So she backed off and paraded in front of the camera doing a double muscle flex. The film crew and spectators were greatly impressed by the size of the well rounded hard muscles that appeared on her small arms. Gymnastic training had built her fire plug feminine body into a dangerous weapon. Walker climbed off of the bed with fire in his eyes and charged at the bitch he hated with a passion. Danielle was facing the camera with her back to him, so he saw it as his chance to swing the tide in his favor. As usual, he underestimated the petite female fighters amazing ability.

Danielle could see his reflection in the camera. So she knew he was attacking while her back was to him. Just as he reached her and drew back his fist, she whirled around and sunk her left fist deep into his mid section. "THUD!" Walker clutched his stomach with both hands while his face turned beet red. "SMACK!" Danielle blasted his chin with a devastating right cross that spun him in a complete circle. "CRRRACK!" As he came back around, she nailed him with a pile driving left uppercut that had him wind milling his arms to try and stay on his feet while he staggered back. "SLAM!" Colliding with the wall kept him from collapsing to the floor. He righted himself and went back at her.

"WHAM!" The sole of her right foot met his chest and stopped him dead. He felt his breast plate sink in a bit. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAP!" Two more punches shredded his mouth and another combination weakened his stomach a little more. Then her upper foot exploded in his face like a sledge hammer and put him in the floor on his back. Danielle casually walked around his prone body while he lie there moaning in pain. "Same old weakling. Seven foot seven inches of pussy. Weak little sissy's must run in your family. My younger sister Valerie didn't have a problem dealing with your gigantic fat ass Uncle either. She had him begging and bawling like a little boy in no time. All the males in your family are simply pathetic. Wouldn't you agree wimp?" Danielle taunted.

At the mention of his Uncle Tony, Walker found the strength to get up. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH YOU LOUSY BITCH!" He screamed as he attacked. The anger he felt took precedence over his better judgment and made him vulnerable. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The beautiful female warrior worked him over good. He didn't have a prayer. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The bell ringing uppercut dropped him in the floor at her feet. He was barely conscious when Danielle dragged him over to the big round bed and threw him down on top of it. "Beating you senseless is to easy. Let's put you in some painful wrestling holds and listen to you scream." She said with a lovely smile.

She pinned his head to the bed and wrenched his right arm up his back in a hammer lock. Walker screamed like she asked. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Ohhh, I'll bet that really hurts. Let's go for two." She said as she bent his left arm up near his right. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed again. Danielle laughed and released him. Before he could move, she straddled his back and draped his sore arms over her up raised knees. The camel clutch caused the young man as much pain as the hammer locks. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Isn't this fun sissy boy?" She asked the whimpering Walker. Next she wrapped her right arm around his throat and rolled over, dragging him on top of her. Then her strong legs coiled around his waist in a body scissors. The two holds were extremely painful.

Walker tried to scream but her choke hold garbled it. Danielle tightened her crushing legs and smiled when she felt his tears land on her fore arm. "You sure do cry a lot when you're around me wimp. That's because I'm totally superior to you. I'm strong and confident in my abilities. While you're weak and pathetic like a small child. You're nearly twice my size you long legged freak. Yet I frighten you so much you're ready to piss your pants when ever I'm near. You make me sick you pathetic excuse for a man." Walker could only lie there and cry. He simply didn't have the strength to break her holds. His long, lean body was wracked with terrible pain. But all he could do was wait for her to release him. She finally did, but only long enough to maneuver him into another painful hold.

Walker didn't have the strength or the heart to offer much resistance when she released him and flopped him over on his stomach. She shoved his head between her fleshy thighs and tightly clamped her ankles on his back. Walker's face was flush against her dark brown muff. "Kiss my pussy you pussy." Danielle ordered with a grin. Walker had no choice. He kissed her female sex and begged for his life. "Please Danielle. Don't hurt me anymore. I give up. You win. Just let me go. Please." "Don't worry wimp. I'm not going to put you in the hospital this time. I'll need you if this fight sells as well as I think it's going to. You and I are going to make several of these films together. I'm going to make you wealthy little man. Although you'll have to recover from the awful beatings I'm going to put on you before you can spend your money. Isn't that nice of me?" Walker broke down sobbing.

Two days later, Walker dragged his severely tortured body over to his computer desk and sat down. He began an extensive search for remote places in the world where he might possibly disappear. After several hours he chose a small town in the Philippine Islands. Chances were dim they knew about the two horrific beatings he took from Danielle Jamison. He didn't want to face being ridiculed every time he stepped out doors. With his mind made up, he placed his house on the market. It didn't take long for it to sell. In memory of his best friend, he donated half of his money to the ASPCA. He felt helping to stop people from being cruel to animals was the best legacy he could leave for the faithful dog who loved him unconditionally.

With his bags checked in and the ticket in his pocket, Walker sat down and waited for the announcement to board the plane. People grumbled about his long legs sticking out in the isle so he reluctantly drew them back under his seat. He was deep in thought about his future. Maybe he would make himself useful and teach small children how to play basketball. Hopefully he would make some friends and possibly get married. Although he worried he might end up with a small wife who would beat him. But she wouldn't have the strength Danielle possessed, so it may not be so bad. At least there would be some loving involved when times were good. Anything was better then the nightmare life he was living now.

When the announcement came to board the plane, Walker stood and shuffled towards the gate. Danielle had taken his pride and courage from him with the two brutal beatings. But she hadn't ruined his life completely. He felt good about the new start he was about to embark upon. He ducked under the metal detector and walked up the isle. A sad look came over his face when he thought about his dog. He missed his best friend with all his heart. Maybe he could find another one like him in the Philippines. He hoped so. Walker stepped on the plane and took his seat. The rest of his life was just beginning.