Victoria Valentina Is Amazing
By the Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com
Big Bad Busty Beautiful Bitch


VICTORIA VALENTINA IS AMAZING

(Big Bad Busty Beautiful Bitch)

It was very early on Monday morning and Victoria "Tori" Valentina who was new
in town was running late for her first day of training at the 'Iron Monkey
Dojo' that served the children and young adult Karate enthusiasts of Cedar
Rapids, Iowa a city with a population approaching 140,000. She expertly
traversed the streets bicycling to the dojo on her high performance
custom-made Italian bicycle; a sleek high-end Basso Diamante SV2021 valued at
more than 6,000 Euro; a prized possession she won in a prestigious Midwest
under eighteen-year-old female karate tournament.

While to many it be may difficult to believe or understand how the ungodly
hour of 6:02 AM might actually be late for something nonetheless Victoria was
a full two-minutes late.

You may have guessed that the Dojo would be owned and operated by a strict
Asian disciplinarian, but no. This Dojo was owned and operated by Danny Duffy,
who at the moment was simultaneously locking and then reluctantly unlocking
the front door to his dojo.

"You're late." The sensei sneered at his new student.

"Yes ... I'm late." She frowned and bowed to her teacher. Tori had an
excellent excuse for being late, a perfectly valid and legitimate excuse for
her tardiness. However, rather appear to be weak to her Sensi she offered no
reason nor excuse for her failure to arrive on time deciding to keep her
problems to herself.

Once granted entrance Victoria retreated to the woman's locker room to don her
white colored gi and her well-earned black belt. The five-foot-six-inch-tall
high school senior admired her figure and physique in the floor to ceiling
mirror. She smiled broadly as she basked in the glory of her generous 34DD
breasts as they valiantly attempted to escape the confines of her much too
tight sports bra.

She proudly flexed her 14" well-peaked biceps kissing each with relish. She
hadn't actually applied relish to her arms but you likely already knew that.

When Tori returned to the mats, she saw that all of the other students had
already been paired off with like sized and equally skilled partners to spar
against one another. She looked to the sensei and shrugged her shoulders as if
to say what now.

"Sorry Ms. Valentina right now we have no one for you to spar with. The only
two girls in the class who are near your size aren't here today." It was his
turn to shrug. "Today you can work out on your own."

Victoria was 100% confident in her considerable mixed martial abilities. She
began attending MMA classes at the age of seven and proved to be a natural
attending classes in various training classes as well strength and body
building exercise and training classes; including body building and weight
lifting. She was so proficient, so dominating that the parents often refused
to allow their kids to compete against her.

"What about him?" She pointed at Rocco Baldelli, the biggest kid to the room.
"We could spar a bit."

"Yeah. I'm ready." Rocco unfurled his long legs and leaped to his feet
removing his Dodger Blue wool scull cap allowing his long flowing feathery
blond hair to cascade down onto his shoulders; his classmates referred to him
Thor. He 'casually' brushed his luxurious locks from his face displayed his
semi-flexed massive right arm. He was proudly and purposefully flaunting his
163/4" perfectly peaked bicep as he continued brushing his hair.

"This should be hell-a-fun." The 6-6 275-pound man-child closed the distance
between he and Victoria and arrogantly peered down at the 5-6 120-pound
teenaged girl.

Preparing to spar Rocco roughly grabbed her loose fitting gi at the shoulders
and she responded in kind; sort of. Because of the extreme height disparity,
she grabbed the clothe of his gi under his arms. He immediately, without so
much as a how do you do the always aggravated hot tempered Italian American
man-child, 'attacked' his much smaller opponent with vigor; barely holding
back as he delivered a back fist, a reverse punch, a jab, a ridge hand, and a
combo blitz consisting of a quick flurry of punches and two unexpected wicked
kicks aimed at her head and body.

Victoria was barely paying attention to big Rocco's almost pathetic attempts
to hit her; he was big and muscular but he was woefully bereft of skill,
technique, and speed. She let her thoughts harken back to the events of that
morning, the reason she had been late.

Earlier at 4:50 AM, Victoria was scarfing down her breakfast consisting of
three generously stuffed blintzes; one cream cheese, one blackberry jam, and
one peach marmalade with four crispy slabs of bacon, three eggs over-easy, a
mound of hash browns, and a huge glass off chilled orange juice. Just as she
was finishing her meal Victoria heard loud bickering voices emanating from the
garage. One of those loud voices she recognized as belonging to her sleazy
step-uncle with whom she had been living for the past couple of months.

Her drug dealing father had been shot and killed in a police raid and her drug
addled mother had been remanded to a mental institution for heroin addicts.
Rather than enter the State-run social services system for destitute young
kids, Victoria managed to arrange for living arrangements with her step-uncle,
Milton Burl, who had gladly taken her in with a promise from the State of a
$750 monthly stipend for her care.

The very first night as they were both preparing for bed uncle Milty caught
sight of his young charge from behind in the bathroom. She had been naked from
the waste up and yet he could clearly see her visible prominent breasts
protruding around her back.

He couldn't put her voluptuousness out of his mind. Later that night he
quietly slipped into her room while she was asleep and attempted to grope her
nubile teen body at which time he was 'treated' to the biggest surprise of his
mostly pathetic life.

As the reprobate's gnarly fingers reached for her breasts Victoria grabbed him
by his testicles squeezing hard enough to gain his full and undivided
attention enjoying his surprised cries of pain. Still clutching the man's
balls with her right-hand Tori forced Milton off of the bed and onto his feet
persuasively walking him backwards over to the far end of the bedroom where
she slammed him against the wall dislodging several affixed pictures from that
wall.

"My, my, my." She giggled a condescending giggle. "You have such a small
cock."

"Fuck you, bitch." Milton had made a decision. "Fuck the $750 bucks. I'm
sending you back to the State in the morning."

"Try it and I'll cry my eyes out and claim you raped me." She laughed. "You
will go to jail where your fucking life will be well beyond just miserable."
She laughed some more, again. "I bet you already know what the inmates do to
'chicken lickers' in prison."

"I guarantee you will not enjoy your stay there." She removed her diaphanous
dressing gown and flaunted her massive gravity defying DD breasts and her 14"
biceps. "Try to commit this glorious sight to memory because you will never
see them again."

"Better yet." She spun him around, placed her right arm around his neck just
below his chin making sure her bulging bicep pulsated against his Adam's
apple. "If you ever touch me again or even look at me wrong ... I'll gouge out
your eyes, shove them so far down your throat you'll need a proctologist to
help you read the Sunday paper."

She let him drift off into unconsciousness leaving that thought percolating
around in his head. She carried him to his bed, placed his naked body atop the
bedspread. Neither of them ever made mention of the incident again but she
demanded that he share the $750 monthly payment with her sixty - forty. The
math was beyond his ken but he agreed immediately that he would be forking
over $450 a month to her.

"You've got to be kidding me." Tori tossed her breakfast dishes in the kitchen
sink and ventured into the garage. A group of sleazy biker types and Uncle
Milty appeared to be negotiating the sale of HER bicycle. She 'affectionately'
placed her powerful right hand on her uncle's shoulder and using her strong
fingers manipulated his brachial nerves not only causing him unbearable pain
but temporary partial paralysis as well.

"You guys like MY bike?" Victoria didn't wait for a response but rather she
flung her uncle to the ground, mounted HER bike, and pedaled away. When she
returned home, she would have some serious words for Milton.

Meanwhile back at the Iron Monkey Dojo Victoria continued to skillfully parry
away each and every one of the increasingly frustrated Rocco's forays
deflecting his punches and attempted kicks with almost ridiculous ease. An
increasingly embarrassed Rocco Baldelli's futility continued as he intensified
his attacks on the girl until he finally gave up and grabbed hold of her gi
with both of his huge hands and lifted Tori off the ground holding her high
over his head demonstrating complete physical dominance over the teenager, a
girl he literally outweighed by at least 200-pounds.

Victoria knew better than to resist because the futility of struggling and
flailing about would only show weakness. She fully understood that while she
was being held high over his head, she had little to no leverage with which to
gain her freedom.

So, she simply relaxed and entered into a meditated state some mistakenly
might call unagi; which, in a popular TV series had been incorrectly
characterized as a state of total awareness that prepares an individual for
any danger. However, when translated literally from the Japanese unagi
actually means ... a sushi roll made from a freshwater eel.

Nonetheless, by remaining perfectly still Tori appeared to be unfazed by her
precarious position and why not. Rocco while seeming to be in total control
actually had few options available to him. He couldn't hold her in the air
forever. So, he could either gently lower her to the ground or he could slam
her face first or ass first to the mat.

The sansei was yelling at Rocco demanding he put the girl down.

"Rocco, put the girl down." The sansei demanded.

All of the students were yelling at him imploring him to put Victoria down.

"Rocco, put her down." They implored.

Rocco didn't know what he should do. He briefly contemplated simply easing her
to the ground, flexing his big muscles, and ending the spectacle by taking an
exaggerated bow. Had the big lug been smart enough that's exactly what he
would have done. However, no one who knew him ever mistook Rocco for a thinker
... after all he was an L.A. Dodger fan ... So, he did the exact opposite.

The numbskull lifted the compliant girl even higher before suddenly slamming
Victoria "Tori" Valentine face first down onto the mat; a move she had been
anticipating. As the nimble girl succumbed to gravity she, as planned, managed
to twist her body sideways skillfully alighting on her right shoulder and the
back of her neck. Tori tucked and rolled immediately springing to her feet. As
soon as she had gained purchase with the ground with her bare feet pushing
herself forward and upward like a rubber ball.

She rose higher and higher off the mat until she wrapped and locked her ankles
and strong calves around his neck. She thrust her body forward pulling Rocco's
mailable body down onto the mat. She leaped onto his prone body driving her
pert perfectly proportioned posterior into his chest. She forced her knees
onto his arms effecting a classic schoolyard pin.

"Are you embarrassed?" She snickered. "When you were growing up I bet you did
this exact same thing to a number of smaller kids in the playgrounds." He
struggled valiantly trying to get free from her.

"Relax, Rocco." She dug her knees into his biceps causing him to experience
pain and yet he continued to struggle.

"Oh look, I've taken your nose." Tori had used her index and middle fingers to
grasp onto his prominent Italian nose; she yanked a bit exposed and then
wiggled her thumb between her fingers. She opened her hand, clapped them
together, giggled girlishly, clapped her hands together magically causing his
nose (her thumb) to disappear from sight.

Next, a now mirthful Victoria 'Tori' Valentine menacingly made a fist, and
then rubbed her knuckles across the top of Rocco's head several times
administering a classic noogie messing up the boys perfectly quaffed long
blond hair in the process. Victoria had almost instantly decided she shouldn't
hurt the misguided man-child realizing it would be more fun to simply
embarrass the boy in front of his classmates.

"Remember this?" She blithely sucked on her index finger moistening the digit
to the nth degree before penetrating his ear hole with the saliva-soaked
finger wiggling it as she did so. "It's called a 'wet willy' ... embarrassed
much?"

"Sack up, Rocco. This may hurt a bit." She furiously administered open hand
slaps to his belly and roughly knuckle rubbed his stomach and his impressive
abs leaving blotchy red marks and welts on his belly, marks that on the
playground and in the schoolyard were commonly referred to as swirlies or a
pink belly; each mark certain to evoke derisive laughter from everyone who saw
them.

"You." She released her hold on Rocco and pointed to the Sensei. "This boy is
inadequately trained. He lacks any semblance of skill or even rudimentary
knowledge of proper offensive or defensive techniques." She sneered at him.
"You are stealing his and I suspect the rest of these kids' money."

"Kids." She addressed the entire class. "Think about it. Duffy isn't a name
associated with Karate. Duffy is a name better suited for a beer guzzling
potato farmer." And with that Tori arrogantly stormed from out of the Dojo and
out into the sun.

"Hey, assholes." Tori screamed at the three biker types who were for want of a
better word brazenly stealing her prized bike. "That's mine."

"Was yours." One of the bikers who had been messing with her bike lock
corrected her. "Your uncle gave it to us to settle a debt."

"My step fucking uncle and it isn't his to give."

"Take that up with him." He threateningly closed the distance between.

Victoria let her gaze drop down and slowly began to walk away from the fast
approaching muscular biker. She unexpectedly spun to her left and delivered a
well-practiced karate chop to the now gagging man's throat who went down
faster than an ingenue auditioning for a movie role in a Harvey Weinstein
production. She quickly followed up with a traditional right hook to the man's
chin sending the guy on a date with a Bolivian or to oblivion which ever
strikes your fancy.

By then the Duffy, the Sensei and the students had stepped out of dojo and
were gathering together watching the confrontation. Most of the students were
staunchly in support of Tori and cheered her every move while the Sensei and
Rocco the student she had humiliated were hoping that Tori would get the
comeuppance she deserved.

"You're fucking dead girl, dead." His two fellow bike stealers simultaneously
lurched at her with malice in their hearts; one brandishing a screw driver the
other a hammer.

Tori front kicked the screwdriver wheeling attacker in the chest sending him
stumbling backwards into a row of five parked motor-bikes sending them all
crashing down to the ground one a top the other.

She quickly closed the distance between she and he and easily rested the
hammer from the third guy slamming it against his knee cap further
incapacitating the guy with a well placed vicious right hook. Tori continued
pummeling him with devasting rights and lefts until he was half past dead and
all the way to La La Land.

That's when Tori saw the biggest most muscular human being she'd ever
encountered or seen in person. He stood at least seven-feet-two-inches-tall
and weighed nearly four-hundred pounds of intimidating muscles.

"Victoria ... Be careful." The kids were forewarning her. "That's Skylar
Striker ... He's an MMA fighter."

"Is he any good?" She asked no one in particular.

"Not as good as he thinks he is." The cute blonde now standing beside him
prodded him good naturedly.

"Watch what you say, girl." Apparently big Skylar Striker lacked a sense of
humor. He immediately cold-cocked his girl-friend first with a right-cross to
her belly followed by vicious left hook to her pretty face before discarding
her as if she were a package of Italian sausages at a Bar Mitzva.

He laughed when the cute blonde hit the pavement with a loud thud adding at
least three powerful kicks to her prone body before he menacingly approached
Tori.

"Little girl you're in for a world of hurt." He bared his gnarly teeth and
literally growled at Victoria. "But first I will rape your virgin ass." He
whipped out his dick and waved it at Tori. "You know what this is it, right?"

"Yeah, it looks like a cock, only much smaller." She giggled girlishly as she
deftly ducked under his over-hand right. Using her superior speed Tori
delivered a powerful right hand to the big guy's unprotected stomach expecting
to bury said fist deep into said stomach only to be rebuffed by solid slabs of
abs that protected his belly.

"How's your hand bitch?" He lifted his shirt and proudly displayed his
impressive six-pack.

Undaunted Victoria grabbed both sides of his face and gauged his eyes with her
thumbs temporarily blinding the hulking giant. "By the way 'Tiny" my ass is
anything but virgin."

She leaped into the air and delivered a vicious flying side-kick to the man's
temple while he remained standing he was clearly on tilt teetering unsteadily
before lurching forward. She grabbed the back of his likely already concussed
head pulling it down as she brought up her knee connecting with his jutting
jaw introducing him to the pavement below sending him to the land of cartoons
complete with images of chirping birds, buzzing bees, wing-flapping
butterflies, and quaking ducks.

"I hope you're not planning on hitchhiking much." She latched onto his right
hand with both of hers and furiously manipulated his thumb. She screamed like
a banshee as she felt the seven-foot-two-inch-tall giant man's ligaments,
tendons, and bones audibly snapping and crackling and popping; his screams of
pain were music to her ears. She seamlessly switched to his left hand and
repeated the entire process.

"You shouldn't have beaten on your girl-friend, asshole." Tori fired seven
consecutive left jabs connecting with his nose each time. "That was uncalled
for." She stepped back avoiding the spurting spurts of spurting blood spurts.
She leg-whipped the giant felling him as a lumberjack might chop down a
gallant oak tree; sans the gallantry. She mercilessly pounced on the helpless
creep pummeling him with a barrage of devasting lefts and rights to the man's
face, kidneys, and liver; the Marquis de Queensberry would have most assuredly
been offended.

The kids from the Dojo were screaming their collective approvals exchanging
high-fives while chanting her name aloud ... Tori, Tori, Tori ...

"Kids, kids, kids ..." She chanted back feting the children in front of the
dojo who were shouting her name.

Victoria continued pummeling the clearly defeated whimpering man until he
curled up in a fetal position and began to beg for mercy.

"Mercy." He begged.

"Hi, I'm fresh out." It was the blonde girl friend who nodded towards Tori.
"Thanks." She kicked him in the balls. "Now maybe now I can get away from this
fucker. He has a sense of entitlement being an MMA fighter and all."

"What?" Tori was incredulous. "He's an MMA fighter. Is he any good?"

"Not as good as he thinks he is." She repeated herself before she kicked the
defenseless prone giant of a man in the balls one last time. "How long will be
hospitalized?"

"Not as long as one would think." A more than satisfied Victoria Valentina
smiled a smile of prideful satisfaction. "I took it easy on him; just a few
superficial wounds, nothing truly debilitating."

"I gauged his eyes a bit, nothing serious, he can see now. I may have
dislocated his thumbs and that will take a while to heal. I cuffed his ears,
no big deal. I kicked him in the head knocking him senseless; he was likely
concussed but that will clear up quickly enough. I smashed his face with my
knee and may have dislocated his jaw. I likely bruised his kidneys and I
suspect he will be pissing blood for a good while." Tori laughed aloud. "Now
that I think about it a little more, I really fucked the prick up ... se la
vie." She added.

"Will this help?" Tori removed a wad of bills from his jacket pocket and
handed it to the grateful blonde. "I suggest you pack up your shit and get the
hell out of town; as far away from this guy as possible. When he gets out the
hospital he will be embarrassed and livid and he will need someone to blame
... If you're still around he will sure as hell blame you."

Tori commandeered one of the bikes and headed home for a 'talk' with her
uncle. When Tori arrived she used her clicker and the garage door magically
retreated allowing her immediate egress. She laughed at the sight of 'Uncle'
Milty's predicament. He was chained to an overhead pipe handcuffed at the
wrists. He had managed to soil himself in every way imaginable.

Excrement was everywhere the odoriferous stench was over powering, urine
stained the front of his pants puddling at his feet, and mounds of
yellow-brownish vomit stained his shirt and lay piled at his feet.

"Victoria ... Thank God you're okay." He attempted to smile. "Unchain me."

"Meh ... Why should I?" Hoping to mitigate the overpowering stench she kept
her distance. "Someone believes you deserve this sort of degradation. Who am I
to believe otherwise? Why should I thwart their idea of appropriate
punishment." She smiled a wicked smile. "Oh, I know you can show me the
money."

Victoria pushed his face down into the pile pooh-pooh and vomit at his feet
until he 'volunteered' the location of his two cash stashes totaling $26,000.
She returned to the garage flaunting her new bankroll. She dropped a number of
baggies filled with heroin and cocaine and oxycodone his feet. She used HIS
cell phone to contact the police and report uncle Milty as a drug user and
dealer.

She packed up her shit, placed it in her back pack and duffle back, hoped on
the motorcycle, and headed north. She rode for four hours at fifty miles per
hour stopping just outside Omaha. She disassembled the motorcycle, strew the
parts willy-nilly, and began to furiously pedal her bike for a couple of more
hours stopping at a roadside motel and diner in Beatrice, Nebraska.

She showed her false ID and a driver's license, paid in cash, and plopped
herself down on the bed before treating herself to a long hot shower. She
squeezed herself into a pair of ultra-tight blue-jeans and a loose fitting
while blouse and headed for the diner.

Just as she arrived a young man was placing a closed sign on the glass door.
She looked him in the eye, offered him her best smile and looked to the
heavens with her hands together as if she were praying.

"Okay okay." The young man opened the door for her. "You can stay. I need to
clean up anyway. What can I do for you."

"Feed me." She sat herself down and a counter stool. "If it's not too much to
ask for I would love the prime rib with au jus, Yukon Gold roasted potatoes,
buttered carrots, a dinner roll. and a peach cobbler. That was todays special
... right?"

"That's right and I have plenty of everything already prepared." He smiled his
best smile hoping his 'dream girl' would take notice. "Give me a few minutes
to warm everything up."

They engaged in small talk while she ravenously devoured an amazing meal; the
potatoes were particularly scrumptious. His name was Archie Armstrong, he was
a senior at Jefferson High, first string shooting guard on the basketball team
with a good chance at a division one scholarship college ... He was hoping for
an invite to Indiana University or maybe Nebraska. She told him her name was
Elizabeth Queen claiming Mom was a twit and that she was on her way back
Stanford University where she was on the Tennis team.

Archie excused himself and headed for the kitchen quickly returning with a
to-go-bag of leftovers. When Archie returned 'Liz" gently forced him down on
his back and straddled the prone young man. Her untethered her breasts from
beneath her blouse; they were jiggling, bouncing, and shifting from side to
side each independently vying for the wide-eyed shooting-guard's full
attention. Her ass was firmly entrenched in the middle of his torso. He was
unable to move even had he wanted which of course he didn't.

The buxom teen femme fatale in training slowly and sexually removed her blouse
revealing her massive DD boobies while she unzipped the boy's jeans rendering
him naked which was more than enough stimulation to cause the 18-year-old
Archie Armstrong to spurt his semen in waves and waves.

"Relax Archie ... Layback and enjoy." She fondled his impressive cock with her
long strong fingers and began to jerk his hard again penis bringing him to the
precipice of climax, squeezing his member just tight enough to prevent his
desired release. She continued this process several times until he was begging
her to allow him to cum ... and cum he did. Amidst his moans of sheer ecstasy
his semen spurted everywhere.

"Clean-up on aisle nine." The comely top-heavy blonde picked up her doggie bag
and headed for her room. "Have a nice life, Archie

She stripped herself naked and immediately headed for the shower where she
welcomed the almost scalding hot water to caress her welcoming body allowing
the streaming shower water to massage her nether region bringing her to
climax, twice. She wrapped a bath towel around her still wet body and took a
peek inside the doggie bag.

Nice ... Very nice." She had been provided with a scrumptious looking roast
beef sandwich on a sour dough roll with two peach cobblers and two large
Styrofoam cups off black coffee which she emptied into her thermos. She
luxuriated on top of the bed, sampled the coffee, and one of the peach
cobblers, used the TV remoted control to tune into the Eye Witness News report
from Cedar Rapids.

The lead story centered on, Skylar Striker, who had been severely beaten by an
unidentified young woman. He would likely be hospitalized for a couple of
weeks; unable to fight or even train for several additional weeks. His
promising MMA career would be on hold for several months.

She exited her motel room at day-break and began to bike west. Her head phones
were appropriately attuned to ... get your motor running ... head out on the
highway ... like a true natures child ... (she was) born, born to be wild ...

And wild she intended to be ...

Victoria Valentina is Amazing ... by the Elder Barry ... 4,600 words