Kimberly had convinced Mr. Falcone she belonged in the fighting club. Her destruction of Bruno had been a thing of beauty. It took the big man two weeks to fully recover from the terrible beating she gave him. At least, that's how long it took for his face and body to heal. His mind was another matter. Poor Bruno was walking around like a zombie. Kimberly didn't just give him a beating, she destroyed his ego, his pride, and his confidence. He was thoroughly depressed, and hardly talked to anyone anymore. The other guards felt bad for Bruno, but didn't know what to say to make him feel better. They were just glad it wasn't one of them she had annihilated. Although, their own self worth was questioned in their minds. Bruno was the toughest one of them all. If she could handle him as easily as she did, then they wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. Humiliation like that, was to much to handle. Bruno was a shinning example of that.

Mr. Falcone called Damien into his office and gave him the good news. Kimberly was to have her first fight Friday night. If things went well, she would become a regular. Damien was ecstatic. He planned on making a bundle of dough betting on Kimberly. And with her getting what she needed from these fights, he wouldn't have to worry about her showing up at his club. That took a lot of weight off of his shoulders, and worry out of his mind. Damien called Kimberly and asked her to meet him at his club. He wanted to give her the good news in person, and find out if she would allow him to be her fight manager. Kimberly agreed to meet him after doing some shopping. She had a feeling she was going to be accepted into the club, and wanted to stock up on panties. She planned on having a lot of mind blowing orgasms in that cage, and knew she would ruin quite a lot of her feminine underwear.

Kimberly met Damien in his office at 1:00 o'clock Tuesday afternoon. The Dinner Club didn't open for business until 5:00 o'clock, so there wasn't anyone there to disturb their talk. Damien opened his door, and Kimberly walked in with a large smile on her face. She was wearing tight fitting jeans and a skimpy, spaghetti strap tan top. Light brown slip on sandals completed her attire. Damien thought she never looked better. She was carrying two shopping bags from the best clothing store in town. "I see you finished your shopping. Did you find everything you were looking for?" "It wasn't hard Damien. I was only shopping for a few items." She opened the bags and showed him the brightly colored, frilly underwear. The other one contained an assortment of single and multi colored bikinis. A huge grin crossed his face, when it dawned on him why she needed so many pairs of panties.

"I bought 50 pair of panties with a standing order for another 50 in a few months. And I decided to buy some bikinis to wear during my fights. My gorgeous body looks fantastic in a bikini, and they will allow me to get my lovely pussy up close and personal with their badly beaten, swollen faces. So I am thoroughly prepared, and can't wait for my first fight." "So you suspected you would be accepted into the club. I guess that spoils the good news I was going to give you. But there is another matter I would like to discuss, if you don't mind?" Kimberly walked around his desk and took a seat in his chair. She slipped off her sandals and propped her bare feet up on his desk. Smart enough to keep his mouth shut, Damien sat down in the guest chair. He felt awkward sitting on the other side of his desk.

"Mr. Falcone has set you up with a match this Friday night. You fight at 9:00 o'clock, but he likes his fighters to be there an hour early. That way there is plenty of time to give them their instructions, or find a replacement fighter if one of them is unable to fight for some reason. You can ride with me if you like, or take your own car. It's up to you. The other matter I would like to discuss, is me being your fight manager. Would that meet with your approval?" "If you want to handle all of the boring details, then that's fine with me. All I want to do is fight. But I have some stipulations for my fights Damien, so listen carefully. My opponents must be very large men. I need the danger to fulfill my sexual needs. I don't care if some small guy thinks he's the greatest fighter in the world. No little men in my matches. Is that clear?" "Sure Kimberly, I'll do my best."

Kimberly's green eyes flashed with anger. She leaped out of the chair and stomped around the desk. Grabbing Damien by the shirt with both hands, she hauled him to his feet. Staring him straight in the eyes, she explained things to him. "You'll do more then your best Damien, you'll obey my wishes. Because if you don't, you'll make me very angry. You saw how easily I beat Travis here in your club, and Bruno in that cage. I can handle a little punk like you with one hand and brush my hair with the other. So don't piss me off wimp." "IS THAT CLEAR?" Damien's face turned as white as a sheet. Her cold green eyes struck fear in him clear to his soul. He couldn't stop his body or his lips from trembling, as he shook his frightened head yes. Kimberly threw him back in the chair, and stood over him smiling. "I knew we could come to an understanding Damien. Isn't it nice, when two people can sit down and reasonably talk things out?" Damien didn't see the humor in that statement, but nodded his head yes.

"Good boy. Just mind what I tell you and you'll be fine. After all, you and your wife are expecting a baby, so you need to stay healthy and provide for them. Which reminds me. You don't have to worry about me telling your wife about your Mistress. Because you're going to break it off and never see her again. That's an order little man. Understand?" "Yes Kimberly. What ever you say." He replied through trembling lips. "Good boy. I'm glad you see it my way. I think you and I are going to get along famously. All you have to do is to obey me without question or argument. It's that simple." She looked down and noticed his legs were shaking uncontrollably. She also noticed his raging hard on. "Why Damien. What's that I see growing in your pants, you naughty little boy?" Damien's face flushed red with embarrassment. His fear of the dominate young blond, had made him forget about his rock hard dick. He had gotten the hard on, the second she walked through the door in those tight, ass hugging jeans. He had kept it hidden, in hopes she wouldn't discover it. But when she jerked him out of the chair, it quickly left his mind. In fact, when she manhandled him and the fear spread over his body, his dick had grown even harder.

"I'm s.s.sorry Kimberly. I don't know w.why it is responding like th.that." "You're a God damn liar you little piece of shit. You know exactly why it's fighting to get out of your slacks. Now admit it to me or I'll beat it out of you." "Please K.K.Kimberly, I don't know why it is acting the way it is. I really don't. It's never done this before." Kimberly grabbed his hair with her left hand and his chin with her right. Squeezing his cheeks hard, she straddled his legs, bent his head back, and got right in his face. His eyes grew as big as tennis balls, his face drained of color, and his dick got harder then it had ever been and sprang to attention. Damien was scared to death. But he had the biggest, rock hard, vein popping hard on, he ever had in his life. And it was straining to get out of it's cloth prison.

"If you lie to me one more time, I'll shove my fist down your throat. Now speak up you little bastard before you really piss me off." Tears formed in the trembling mans eyes, while fear covered him like a blanket. But it seemed the more frightened he became, the harder his dick got. He had never experienced anything like this in his life. As absurd as it sounded, he realised the only logical conclusion, was he liked being dominated by her. Which he really didn't know until now. But it was the only thing that made sense. "This is your last warning wimp. In about five seconds, I'm going to beat you like a dog." "NOW SPEAK UP OR ELSE!" "OK..OK..I guess I have a big hard on because I like being dominated by you." "SMACK!" She clipped him on the chin with a solid right. "YOU GUESS!" "SMACK!" Her left hook reddened his right cheek. "THE TRUTH BOY! OR THE NEXT ONE DRAWS BLOOD!"

Damien's tears were flowing uncontrollably now. He felt embarrassed and humiliated to admit out loud that he loved what she was making him feel, but there was no denying it. His dick was as solid as a broom handle, and his slacks were wet from the precum that had leaked all over his leg. "Alright Kimberly, I'll admit it. I love it when you dominate me. But please, don't hit me again. Your fists hurt like hell. I'm begging you, please don't mess up my face." "That's what I wanted to hear wimp. You better learn to tell me the truth and obey me instantly if we are going to work together. I will not tolerate you lying, or hesitating to follow any command I give you. I'm the boss in this little venture and you follow my orders." "PERIOD!" "IS THAT UNDERSTOOD PANSY ASS?" "Yes, yes, I understand Kimberly. Please, don't hurt me."

Kimberly released him and walked over to the leather sofa against the wall. She unbuttoned her tight jeans, slipped them off and laid them over a arm of the sofa. Her tan colored panties followed, and were laid on top of the jeans. She turned toward Damien with a smile on her beautiful face. She stood there in all her gorgeous naked glory, and watched his dick throb against his slacks with it's own pulse. "Get your ass over here and kneel at my feet wimp." Damien scurried over and dropped to his knees in front of her. He stared at her golden honey pot like he was in a trance. Kimberly sat down and threw her lovely tanned legs over his shoulders. She pulled his face down and mashed it against her pussy, while she locked her slim ankles behind his head. Keeping a good grip on his hair, she moved her slender hips and ground her female treasure on his mouth and nose.

"Get that tongue in there deep and lick me like your life depends on it. I'll turn that sorry mug of yours black and blue if you don't give me multiple orgasms and please me. Now get that tongue working little man, before you make me angry." Damien started lapping like a dog. He worked his tongue like he was enjoying his favorite flavor of ice cream. His trembling body calmed down a bit, after hearing Kimberly moan. He sighed, knowing he was pleasing her and hopefully saving himself from a beating. The little bastard is good at this, Kimberly thought to herself. Her juices were sizzling, and her insides were on fire. Grinding her hips against his trapped face as fast and hard as she could, was building up an orgasm that threatened to blow her apart when it exploded out of her. Her head was rolling from side to side on her creamy shoulders, as moaning sounds escaped her full, thick lips. Her smooth skin tingled with excitement, waiting for the erotic release.

Kimberly screamed with pleasure when it hit and flooded out of her. Wave after wave splashed over Damien's face like the ocean slapping against a rocky shore. He kept his tongue working like a demon to please the dominate young blond and make her happy. She eased her scissors grip on his head, as her ecstasy slowly ebbed away. Pushing his face away from her wet golden mound, she looked at him and smiled. "That was very good Damien. You're a natural at eating pussy. I never would have guessed you were that talented with your tongue." "Thank you Mistress. I'm glad I was able to please you." Kimberly's green eyes grew dark with fury, and her legs tightened around his neck. "Don't ever call that again you little bastard. It's tawdry and disgusting. You're equating me with that bimbo you were sleeping with while cheating on your wife. I won't put up with it."

"You can refer to me as Miss Kimberly or even Master if you wish. But if you ever call me Mistress again, I'll give you the worse beating you've ever had in your life." "IS THAT CLEAR YOU LITTLE BITCH?" "Yes Kimberly, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I swear. Please don't be angry with me. I was only trying to give you the devotion you deserve. I didn't mean to upset you. I really am sorry. Please don't hurt me." "Alright, I'll let it slide this time. But you better not make that mistake again. Don't ever think I will have sex with you Damien, because it will never happen. I have to much respect for your wife to do that to her. This is not sex. You are serving me for my pleasure, and that's all. Understand?" "Yes Miss Kimberly, I know where I belong. I never had any illusions of getting in your pants. I'm not that stupid or naive. I know my place is at your feet."

"Good boy. I believe we will get along splendidly then. Just remember your place and stay there. Speaking of which. You've put me in a bad mood, so get that tongue of yours ready for action. I want to feel good when I leave here, and I'm going to use you to make that happen." "Yes Master. Your wish is my command." "Very good answer wimp. I'll give you a treat this time, since you're so eager to please me. You deserve it after your last performance." "Take that pitiful dick of yours out and bring yourself to a climax while you're pleasing me. Do not cum before I do, or you'll be very sorry. You got that bitch?" "Yes Miss Kimberly, I understand. And thank you for letting me get release too." Kimberly tightened her legs again, and shoved his face back against her wet, creamy pussy. "OK little man, make me proud of you. Work your magic."

Damien worked on her pussy like a man on a mission. His right hand was stroking his dick, keeping in rhythm with his fast lapping tongue. Kimberly soared to great heights in minutes, as Damien worked like a mad man to please her. She had three subtle orgasms, while building up to the one that would shake her world. It quickly grew in strength, making her moan out loud with pleasure. Damien felt her hips moving faster, and knew she was close to erupting. He was glad. He couldn't hold his own back much longer. It blew out of her like dynamite exploding. Damien's face was covered with her sweet nectar in mere seconds. At that same instant, his sperm shot out of his dick like a cannon blast. He soaked the carpet and edge of the sofa thoroughly. When Kimberly finally released his head from her fleshy prison, Damien climbed to his feet and scurried to his private restroom. He wet down a wash cloth with warm water, and quickly carried it to Kimberly to clean herself up. He went back to clean himself.

By the time Damien was through cleaning the floor and the edge of the sofa, Kimberly had composed herself and put her panties and jeans back on. Damien stopped at his desk on the way back from the restroom and picked up her sandals and shopping bags. Lying the shopping bags on the floor next to the sofa, he knelt down on his knees in front of her. He bowed his head and gently kissed her right bare foot, before placing her sandal on it. He repeated the act with her left foot. As he climbed to his feet, Kimberly was smiling. "Thank you Damien. That was very sweet of you. You do know how to make a girl feel special." She picked up her bags and headed for the door. "I'll see you Friday night fight manager. Remember what I told you about the size of my opponents. Don't make me angry Damien, or you'll regret it." "Yes Miss Kimberly. I'll remember."

Friday night came and Kimberly was as excited as a young girl on Christmas morning. She decided to wear one of her bikinis to show off her fabulous body and see if it would work as well as she hoped. She hadn't had an orgasm since forcing Damien to service her on Tuesday. So she planned on getting an overwhelming amount of pleasure tonight. Whom ever she was matched against, was going to get a terribly bad beating. Kimberly met Damien in Mr. Falcone's office. He gave Kimberly her instructions and told her she would be fighting a big black man called the Black Bear. He was a former professional football player who had blown out his knee and couldn't play anymore. He told her she would have to be at her best, because this guy was very tough. Kimberly just smiled, happy she had a large man to work over and achieve sexual satisfaction. The Black Bear was about to be turned into a scared little cub, crying for his mama.

It was time for her match and Kimberly was waiting to be introduced. Her 5 foot, 4 inch, 112 pound beautifully curved young body, was dressed in a snow white two piece string bikini. It complimented her smooth tan skin, shoulder length blond hair, and bright green eyes perfectly. Four inch white heels covered her bare feet. She was tingling with anticipation of feeling her fists strike male flesh. The announcer took the microphone in his hand and quieted the crowd. "WE HAVE A NEWCOMER FIGHTING IN OUR CAGE TONIGHT FROM RIGHT HERE IN OUR CITY. I'VE BEEN TOLD SHE HAS DEVISTATING POWER IN BOTH FISTS. YES LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I SAID SHE. AT 5 FOOT 4 INCHES AND 112 FEMALE POUNDS, LETS GIVE A WARM HARDY WELCOME TO KILLERRRRRRRRRR KIMMMMMMMBERLY!" She walked down the isle and entered the cage, while the crowd whistled and screamed out her name. She gave them a big smile.

"HER OPPONENT TONIGHT, HAILS FROM ATLANTA GEORGIA. HE'S FOUGHT HERE MANY TIMES AND IS ONE OF YOUR FAVORITES. AT 6 FOOT 5 INCHES AND 275 MUSCULAR POUNDS, PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE BLACKKKKKKKKK BEARRRRRRRRRR!" The big man strolled to the cage, beating on his chest and growling like a bear. The crowd went wild and applauded his antics. There was a lot of murmuring going on in the crowd, when they noticed the big difference in the size of the two fighters. They had never seen a match that was so lop sided, that one had to be heavily favored over the other. Normally, the fighters were evenly matched so the betting would be spread around. But the odds makers were forced to give 100 to 1 odds, to entice anyone to bet on Kimberly. Damien smiled as he laid down $1000.00 dollars on the blond warrior.

The announcer blew the whistle for the match to begin, and the Black Bear stormed towards Kimberly to grab her in a bear hug. She calmly waited with her hands on her shapely hips, for the over confident man to get in range. As he was about to envelope her in his large muscular arms, Kimberly let fly with a solid uppercut from down by her knees. "CRACK!" It exploded on the big mans chin and his feet left the floor. He sailed back about three feet and landed flat on his back. The crowd gasped in surprise. Kimberly sauntered over to where he lie, swaying her feminine hips. The crowd got over their initial shock and began to cheer loudly for the blond female fighter. Looking down at the stunned big man, she smiled sweetly and spoke to him. "Get up little man, the fight just started. You'll have plenty of time to rest when I'm through beating you senseless. Now get your ass on your feet so I can prove to you that I'm way to much for you to handle."

Realising she had made a complete fool out of him, the big black man climbed to his feet with murder in his eyes. Vowing to himself to gain back his pride, he began chucking rights and lefts to beat the bitch down until she was only a stain on the floor. His large body and thick muscular arms were filled with bone crushing power. But those same attributes also made him slow and cumbersome. Kimberly danced around his thunderous blows like a gazelle. After dodging ten heavy handed punches, Kimberly opened her own offense with authority. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both of the mans eyes were in a world of pain. Thoroughly pissed, he fired four more body damaging blows and was frustrated when they too missed their target. Kimberly smiled as she connected with four of her own to get her feminine juices flowing. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She saw the big man wince in pain.

More determined then ever, the Bear opened up his arsenal with everything he had. Jabs, hooks, crosses, roundhouses, and straight on punches, went flying at the beautiful blond gladiator. Everyone of them loaded with enough dynamite to rip her young body apart. Punch after punch was thrown with as much speed as the big man could muster. He might as well have saved his energy. Kimberly avoided them all with ease. When the big black man started breathing heavy from his wasted exertion, Kimberly began to toy with him. "SMACK!" Her left jab flattened his nose to his face. "SMACK!" Her right cross busted his lips. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Another left jab followed by a right hook, made his eyes water and turned them both red. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" A left right combination softened up his stomach and a straight right landed between his watery eyes.

Kimberly's feminine juices were churning like a whirlpool inside of her. Her satiny skin began to glow, and the tingling sensation was felt clear down to her toes. A few more well placed punches, and she would experience her first orgasm of the night. The Black Bear accommodated her by firing three hard male shots that missed their mark completely. It left his face and body exposed, for her accurate female fists to take advantage and pound him repeatedly. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her fists ripped into his wide body and swelling face with extreme prejudice. When the blood flew from his mouth, Kimberly moaned with pleasure as her orgasm erupted like an oil gusher. Her sweet nectar ran out and down her inner thighs in a steady stream. The white bikini bottom was saturated in seconds. Kimberly sighed and went after the Black Bear to get her second orgasm as quickly as possible.

The big man was still off balance from the solid punches she had just landed. Wasting no time, her female arms went to work like pistons firing in a purring engine. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The big man stumbled back from her attack, so she kept him on the run. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He didn't stand a chance against the young blond tigress. She beat him unmercifully while smiling sweetly. The crowd was totally stunned at what they were seeing. It just didn't seem possible. The Black Bear was totally defenseless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The Black Bears arms flopped to his sides, completely helpless against the blond tornado tearing him to shreds. Kimberly was on the verge of another mind blowing orgasm and was in a hurry to reach the erotic blissful feeling. "SMACK!" Her straight right broke his nose and put him in the floor at her feet. The orgasm rushed out like an avalanche pouring down a mountain side. The crowd was surprised to hear Kimberly scream. "YES! YES! YES!"

The Black Bear was a beaten fighter. His eyes were nearly closed up, and his nose was mangled beyond recognition. Both lips were swollen so bad, it was hard to breath through his mouth. And both multi colored cheeks looked like they were filled with air. His mighty body was sagging from the pain he felt, and his mid section was soft and squishy. But his ego was still intact, and wouldn't let him quit. The big man got to his feet, but was stumbling around on unsteady legs. Kimberly stood in front of him smiling, with her hands perched on her shapely hips. "I'm glad you found the courage to get up wimp. I'm enjoying myself way to much for you to quit on me. Now raise those pitiful, male muscular arms of yours and try to make this fight of ours a little harder for me to win . So far the effort you've put into it has been pathetic."

The Black Bear was finally able to stand on his legs without wobbling. He located Kimberly through the slits of his badly swollen eyes, and threw a weak punch at her pretty face. Slapping it away like a pesky insect, Kimberly laughed in his face. "You have to do better then that pansy ass. Now try again." He tried a left and right combination, but they were so feeble and slow, and she easily batted them down too. "You're making this way to easy Mr. Black Bear. I think you should change your name to The Black Pussy. Now show me what a big tough man you are, and put something into your next punch." That smart ass mouth of hers was really pissing him off. He tried a huge roundhouse, but Kimberly pulled her upper body back and made him miss by a foot. He lost his balance and staggered into her.

Kimberly turned him slightly and wrapped her left arm around his throat. She bent him over backwards and pulled him snug to her waist. He was staring at the top of the cage, and helpless in the grip of the cruel female fighter. Her feminine juices started to boil, as she closed her right hand into a fist and beat his soft stomach until there wasn't any muscle left at all. The poor man cried like a baby. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" She released him and he flopped to the floor on his back. There wasn't any fight left in the proud man. He lie there begging the blond destroyer to leave him alone and not hurt him anymore. His begging made her juices rise, like a lake filling up when the gates were opened. She quickly went into action, to ensure the orgasm would be a pleasurable one. His resistance was futile. Kimberly handled him easily.

Taking hold of his legs, she bent him in half and placed his toes next to his head. Kicking his arms in place, she stepped over his legs and knelt down. His legs were trapped in the creases of her legs, and his arms were pinned to the floor by her knees. Kimberly slipped her white heels off, and put the soles of her bare feet behind his head. This brought his head up from the floor, and put his swollen face right under her wet pussy. She sat down, covering his face. She grabbed the back of his biker shorts, and pulled them down to his knees. With his bare ass exposed, she picked up one of her white heels and jammed the spike in the crack of his ass. The big man tried to scream, but the sound was distorted by her wet golden muff. The crowd was screaming and cheering her on. With the big man pinned to the floor and easily held there by the evil blond tormentor, Kimberly began grinding her pussy over his badly swollen face, while rotating the heel stuck in his ass in circles.

Listening to his muffled screams, built the orgasm up inside her until it reached massive strength. She could tell it was going to blast out of her like TNT going off. She bucked her feminine hips faster, while screwing the heel in his ass as hard as she could. The orgasm rose to magnificent heights in seconds, and was close to spewing forth its creamy contents. Her beautiful face was flushed with excitement, and loud moans escaped through her thick, pouty lips. Her head was rolling around on her lovely shoulders, and her sparkling green eyes were shut tight. She waited for the orgasm to fill her fabulous female body with blissful ecstasy. Tears puddled on both sides of The Black Bears head, as shame and humiliation spread over his large muscular body. She was using his battered face as a dildo, and he wasn't man enough to stop her. He cried like a lost little boy.

Kimberly was close. Using her bare feet, she lifted his head and mashed his face into her pussy as hard as she could. His broken nose rubbed against her clit, and her feminine juices shot out of her like a fast running river. Her scream of pleasure could be heard all over the warehouse. She came so much she felt it was pouring out of her in buckets. Her body shook, as she climbed to erotic heaven. She sighed with satisfaction, when she began to descend back to earth. The Black Bear passed out from lack of oxygen. Kimberly dropped her head and tried to get her breathing to return to normal. This was one of the best orgasms she had felt in quite a while. Joining the fighting club was the best thing to happen to her, since she discovered she liked dominating men and using them for her sexual pleasure. Damien deserved a special treat for coming up with the idea. She would think of something to reward him.

When she had herself under control, she climbed off of the sleeping big man. Still holding his legs, she flipped him over on his stomach. The crowd laughed themselves to tears at the sight of her white heel sticking out of the big mans ass. Kimberly slipped her foot into the shoe and stood on him, driving it as deep as it would go. The crowd cheered her on, while screaming out her name. She heard an audible pop, when she pulled the heel out of his ass. She left the big man sleeping on the floor, as she walked out of the cage and up the isle. She was smiling prettily at the crowd while they repeatedly chanted her name. "KIMBERLY! KIMBERLY! KIMBERLY!" She waved one last time as she disappeared around the corner. They kept chanting after she was gone.

It was time to head home and take a nice bubble bath. She was going to relax and soak for hours, while she replayed the fight in her mind. The white bikini, would have to be discarded, because the bottom piece was ruined by her multiple orgasms. But she didn't mind one bit. She had others to take it's place, plus fifty pair on panties. She would need them all and more. This was her reason for living now. And she couldn't think of a better one.