The Man Stealer by GAR A big, tough blonde decides to take another woman's man Sheila had only been coming to the club regularly for two months, but had already established herself as the queen bee. A big, powerful looking woman, she was well over six feet tall in her stiletto heels and built like the proverbial brick shit house, with platinum blonde hair surrounding a beautiful, heart shaped face. Her breasts were huge and firm, 44 DD's, and she had a full, shapely ass that tapered down into muscular legs a mile long. She was a little soft around the middle but she carried it well on her tall, broad-shouldered frame. She would walk in around seven, acting like all that as she sauntered in a cocky, cat- like gait along the bar, her husky body jiggling under a clingy mini dress or tight spandex. Since the first night she came in she had turned heads. She had an aura about her, an attitude; the way she looked seductively at the men and menacingly at the women, as if she were inviting the boys to come play and daring the girls to do anything about it. This, of course, made all the men want her and all the women hate her. Sheila knew it all too well, and she loved the attention she got as the guys looked at her longingly and the girls glared with envy. She would always head for the same booth, the one closest to the bar, from where she would sit and look around the club like an empress surveying her empire. She had piercing, ice blue eyes that had a sort of language all their own, a language the men she went after understood quite well. The big woman seemed always on the prowl for a man she could use for her pleasure and usually had little trouble finding one. She could have almost any guy she wanted, and it didn't matter to her if he was already attached or not. She could just arch an eyebrow and make a man want her, or make a woman think twice about crossing her. In fact, it made her hot to steal a man from another woman. Most of the time the other gal would end up backing down and storming off in a huff, but the beach bunny and the fat redhead had each dared to challenger her. The blonde amazon had made them both regret it. The beach bunny wound up shoved against the bar, Sheila's left hand cupped under her chin and her right using the blonde's hard, tanned body for a punching bag. Everyone got to watch the little blonde crawl across the floor, begging Sheila to stop punishing her. After dragging her to her feet, Sheila stripped her naked to the waist before bending her wrist up her back and parading her around the bar like a trophy. The puny bitch never laid a hand on her. Neither did the fat redhead, and she ended up slapped senseless and stripped to her panties, her sagging, blubbery tits bouncing around on display before the slut ended up out on the sidewalk in the cold night air, her shredded clothes in a pile beside her. The beach bunny's date was a real man who ended up fucking Sheila all night. The redhead's boyfriend turned out to be mousy and weak, so Sheila simply overpowered him and used his face for a vibrator while he struggled helplessly beneath her. Both ended in the same result, the result Sheila's encounters always ended with ... extreme pleasure and bone-rattling orgasms for the big blonde. All she wanted was physical pleasure, and one way or another Sheila got what she wanted. She always got what she wanted. This particular night was hot and humid, and the steamy weather had made her even more horny than usual for a Saturday night. She had pulled out all the stops, entering the club in a very short white mini dress that clung to her like a second skin. The wispy spaghetti straps seemed ready to tear under the weight of her enormous breasts; flashes of garter could be seen peeking out beneath the bottom as her long, nylon-clad legs carried her across the room. Her shoulder- length hair was piled high on her head. Her white, four inch stiletto heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she strolled over to her perch and sat down, elegantly lighting a cigarette then sitting back and glaring fiercely at the wimpy little waitress who always hesitated to come serve her. She ordered her usual in the disdainful, condescending tone she always gave the little slut, then leaned her heavy chest forward onto the table as she surveyed the room for any prospects. There didn't appear to be any fresh blood. The regulars who had all made runs at her in the past looked on admiringly, but knew better than to try their luck again. When Sheila told a man no there was little doubt that she meant it. And she wasn't shy about communicating it physically, as many a drunken admirer who didn't know when to quit had painfully found out. The wimp delivered her drink and she leaned back again, fishing a credit card out of her purse and casually tossing it onto the table. She took a long drag from her cigarette and exhaled impatiently ... from the look of things it was going to be a long night, and she was in no mood for a long night. She was hot and she wanted a man now. Give it a few minutes, she thought, and someone would come in that she could sink her claws into. But the minutes stretched into hours, and three drinks and half a pack of cigarettes later no worthy candidates had appeared. A couple of guys took their shots, a beer-bellied ex-jock and a nerdy college kid. She dismissed each of them with a wave of her finely manicured hand and they sulked off, leaving her to rub her big thighs together in frustration. She waved the waitress over and ordered another drink. One more, she thought, and if nothing happens it's time to move on. The city had plenty of nightclubs, and it was still early enough to hook something. Then, as if on cue with her thoughts, he came in. Tall, around six four, with ruggedly handsome features framed by thick, sandy blond hair. Broad shouldered with big, brawny forearms coming out of flannel sleeves rolled up to the elbows. And faded, tight jeans that revealed a nicely sized bulge at the crotch. A big, strong man who could fuck her senseless ... exactly what she was looking for. And better still, trailing behind him a pretty dark-skinned brunette who held his outstretched hand as she followed him through the door. It was beginning to look like a good night after all. She kept her eyes on him as they moved to the bar, but he didn't notice her until they sat down, glancing her way then doing a double take when he saw her staring at him seductively. A quick smile crossed his face as he turned to the bartender to order his drink. Sheila rested her heavy tits once again on the table creating a canyon of cleavage for him to see when he looked her way again, and it didn't take long. His eyes stayed on her a bit longer this time, moving down to take in her massive chest. Sheila glared hungrily back at him, like a lioness preparing to feast on her prey, running her finger lightly over the top of her bulging left breast. He squirmed in his seat and smiled again as turned back to the dark-haired woman he was with. Sheila kept her eyes glued on him. He kept trying to sneak furtive glances her way, as if her stare was beckoning him to her. Every time he looked over she made a point of putting herself on display; winking at him, pushing her big tits together or slowly uncrossing and crossing her legs, giving him little snippets of skin or lingerie to view. The looks he gave her grew lengthier and more longing each time. She kept putting on her show and he kept checking it out and before long Sheila was pretty sure he was hers for the taking. Strangely, the woman he was with acted as though they were alone in the club. She had to notice Sheila coming on to him; every time she turned to talk to him the big blonde was in her line of sight, and Sheila's eyes never gave up their seductive lock on the man. She couldn't possibly help noticing him looking over at Sheila so frequently. Yet she was chatting and smiling, sipping her drink and casually leaning her head on his shoulder as they talked and laughed. Sheila thought it weird. Maybe the little bimbo was just too stupid to realize what was going on, but it didn't matter. The man was going to fuck her that night, regardless of what his skinny little girlfriend thought of it. The brunette finished her drink and got up, giving the man a smile and a peck on the cheek, then started for the ladies' room. She had to walk right by Sheila's booth and the big blonde sized her up. Very pretty, around 5'7", with big, dark eyes, long brown hair tied back in a pony tail and naturally dark skin. She wore a light blue tube top with blue spandex pants that ended just past her knees, and a pair of white sandals. Her upper body had a nice v-shape, running down to a slender waist with a flat, hard-looking belly. Her breasts were nowhere near as big as Sheila's, but were well rounded and firm. She had a hard, shapely ass and nicely toned legs; her well-defined calf muscles rode up high on the backs of her legs, even in her flat shoes. A little hardbody, Sheila thought. Probably some little fitness freak bitch he met at the gym. No sooner did the door close behind her than Sheila stood and strutted cockily down the bar. She had the man's full attention now and he seemed enthralled, his eyes widening slightly as he realized her full stature. She lowered her head, giving him a sultry gaze as she moved toward him, putting her hand on his shoulder as she walked behind him. He looked a little flustered when she casually sat down on the stool and pushed the brunette's empty glass away with the back of her hand. "Um," he said haltingly, "that, um, seat's taken." "Yes, it is," she said, giving him a smug look. "I'm Sheila. What's your name?" She leaned against the back of the stool and put one arm up on the bar, throwing the other one behind her seat. Her tight little dress stretched across her massive breasts as she put them on display for him, her semi-hard nipples discernable through the thin fabric. The man just stared down at them unabashedly. "Derek," he said absently. He shook his head slightly and looked back into Sheila's eyes. "Look, I, uh, I don't think - -" Sheila began slowly re-crossing her long legs, and his voice trailed off as he looked down in awe and lust. "Like what you see ... Derek?" she asked in her deep, husky voice. "You must like it. You've been checking it out since you came in." She "accidentally" brushed her foot against the inside of his thigh as he tried to peek up her skirt, bringing a small but audible gasp from the big man. He took a quick gulp of his drink. "Um, yeah, but I'm with someone," he said, struggling to regain his composure. "Maybe we could, um, meet back here tomorrow?" Sheila's smug expression turned into a mock pout. "Or even later on tonight?" he added quickly, obviously worried about losing an opportunity. The tone of his voice was almost pleading and at that moment Sheila knew for sure she had him. Her smug expression returned as she began to rub her foot softly up and down his lower leg. "Why not right now?" she said, moving her foot up past his knee, "Wouldn't you like to be with a real woman?" He looked down in astonishment as she moved her foot right up onto the barstool and rubbed it up against the growing bulge in his jeans. "Don't I make you hot ... Derek?" "Geez!" he exclaimed glancing nervously around the room. He reached for her foot but she moved it away before his hand got there. "You don't waste any time, do you?" "No I don't," Sheila smiled, "Life's too short, don't you think?" She shifted slightly on the stool, causing her skirt to ride higher up her big thighs and letting him see the white garter straps at the tops of her nylons. He looked her voluptuous body up and down longingly. "Yes it is," he said quietly. His gaze moved up to her cool blue eyes. "Um, shouldn't we at least get to know each other a little first?" Sheila uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with an impatient sigh. "I'm 32 years old, I'm the office manager for an accounting firm, I live right around the corner and I'm horny as hell," she said matter-of-factly, "Good enough?" She sat back and looked at him hungrily. "This heat has me so worked up. I've been here for hours, just waiting for you to walk in the door." She paused, her eyes filled with lust, licking her full, red lips. "Come fuck me, Derek. Right now." The big man looked befuddled. It was apparent that he wanted her, but equally apparent that he was wary about it happening so fast. And there was the woman he came in with to consider. "I can't, um, I can't just walk out on my date. Give me some time." The pleading tone had returned to his voice. "Why?" Sheila snapped. "What's the skinny little bitch going to do about it? Really, honey, would you rather be with her," she stood up, her big, round tits just inches from his face, her hard nipples almost poking through the skin tight dress, "or would you rather have this body?" She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her crotch, gazing down at him seductively. "I know I'm ten times more woman than she is," she said in a breathy voice, "I'll make you feel like she never could." Her hands moved back over her well-rounded hips. The big man's mouth fell open, his eyes glued to her voluptuous body. "I want you, Derek. I want you now." Suddenly, out of nowhere, the brunette was standing next to them. Neither of them had seen her come out of the bathroom. Derek nearly jumped out of his seat, and even Sheila seemed a bit startled. The big blonde recovered quickly though, and slowly sat back down as she gazed with her smug smile at the dark- skinned woman. "What's going on, Derek?" the brunette asked sharply. She motioned toward Sheila. "Oh! Diane ... this is, um, well, I mean --," the big man stammered. "Sheila," the big blonde said clearly, giving the irritated woman a cocky grin. The brunette's eyes narrowed as she glared hatefully at the blonde amazon. "Well, Sheila," Diane said, the words dripping with contempt, "that seat is taken. You need to move." "Really?" Sheila asked with bemusement. She swiveled slightly back and forth in the barstool, legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap. "I don't see anyone sitting here but me." She continued staring the woman down with her confident smile. "I'm sitting there," Diane said firmly, "with my date. You need to move." "Oh, but he's having such a nice time with me," Sheila said, "Besides, you don't need to worry, honey. All we're doing is talking ... so far." Her grin became devilish. Derek tried to speak up. "Now wait a minute here ... ," he began, but the dark girl quickly brought her hand up, motioning him to be quiet, and he sat back silently. Diane sneered at the blonde. "Look bitch, don't think I haven't noticed you over there putting on your little act," she said in a threatening tone, "I don't know who you think you are, but show time's over. He's with me." She took a defiant stance; feet spread apart, hands on hips. "Like I said, you need to move. This seat is taken." The grin on Sheila's face widened. "The only thing I see taken around here is your man." The room had become quieter as most of the other customers began noticing the confrontation at the bar. "If you were woman enough for him, he wouldn't want me." She leaned forward. "I think your date's over. Why don't you run along now?" Diane moved forward, her voice steady. "I said move." "Or what?" Sheila asked. She stood again as her expression changed to one of disdain. She towered menacingly over Diane, a full head taller. "I think you'd better run along now," she threatened, "before I get pissed off." Suddenly, Diane grabbed Sheila's left arm and with surprising strength pulled her away from the stool. The big woman staggered to one side trying to steady herself on her high heels. She turned to retaliate but the bartender rushed over and stuck his arm across the bar, putting a hand between the two women. Sheila relaxed a bit, glowering at Diane with a look of seething contempt. Most of the other patrons started moving toward them, eager to get a closer look at what was happening. "Whoa, ladies," the bartender said quickly, "don't start that shit in here." He looked directly at Sheila. "You keep doing this, honey, and we're gonna eighty- six you." The big blonde angrily threw her middle finger up at him, but never stopped staring at the dark woman. The bartender rolled his eyes. "Look," he said impatiently, "if you wanna fight, that's up to you, but take it out back in the alley. I don't care what you do out there, but I'm not gonna let you two wreck the place." Derek jumped to his feet. "Okay, this is crazy. Forget it, Diane, let's just leave." "Shut up, Derek," the brunette snapped, "this cow needs to learn some manners." The word brought out a flash of anger in Sheila. She lunged toward the smaller woman, but this time it was Derek who got between them. "Bitch," she hissed at Diane, "I'm gonna fuck up your skinny little body." Derek's back was to her and she draped her long arms over his shoulders. She quickly calmed down, her voice quieting as she pressed her huge melons up against Derek's broad, muscular back. She laid her head on his shoulder and the smile returned to her face. "Then I'm gonna make you watch me fuck your man." Diane shot a look at the bartender. "Which way to the alley?" He pointed his thumb toward a small door in the back wall. She abruptly grabbed Derek's hand and quickly led him away, followed by Sheila with her cocky, smug grin. Most of the other customers trailed along behind. The alley was wide and paved with smooth concrete. Narrow doors dotted the buildings down either side; each with a small lamp over it, making it fairly well lighted. A set of garbage cans, filled almost to overflowing, stood by the door to the restaurant directly behind the bar. The moist smell of rotting vegetables permeated the thick, humid air. The crowd filed out, gathering into two groups about fifteen feet apart and forming a "ring" of sorts with the brick walls on either side. Diane stood with Derek near the wall opposite the club. He was quietly but vehemently trying to talk her out of fighting, while all the dark-skinned beauty did was stare hatefully at Sheila. The big blonde stood across from them, still grinning at Diane as she slowly removed her high heels. Derek's voice began to rise but the brunette pressed her fingers to his lips forcefully and pushed him aside. Diane stepped forward, spreading her feet apart and motioning Sheila toward her. "C'mon, cow," she said, "fuck me up." Even in her stocking feet the blonde looked like a giantess next to Diane. She ignored the brunette's challenge and stepped over to Derek with her casual, cocky stride, smiling over at her rival as she moved. Diane stayed where she was, turning to follow her with her hateful glare. Derek looked uncomfortable as Sheila sidled up to him, but he did not protest. She put her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled her big, voluptuous body against him. Looking seductively up at him, she moved her mouth close to his ear. "You're mine tonight, Derek," she half-whispered, loud enough for Diane to hear, "and so's your little slut girlfriend." She turned her face back to Diane with a calm, matter-of-fact expression. "I'm gonna enjoy beating the shit out of you, bitch. Then I'm gonna drag you back to my place, so your man can watch me come in what's left of your pretty little face." A murmur of excitement rose up from the mostly male audience. "Do her right here," said a voice from the back. Diane's face did not change. "You're all talk, cow. C'mon ... beat the shit out of me." She once again motioned Sheila toward her. The blonde grabbed Derek's face and put her lips against his, giving him a short, hard kiss, pulling away before he could react. "I'll be right back," she said sweetly. She turned away and moved slowly toward the defiant brunette. They started circling each other, Diane giving Sheila her determined look and Sheila smiling smugly back down at her. Then suddenly, Sheila lashed out with her right hand aimed for Diane's head. But the dark girl was faster and brought up her left arm, blocking the shot before it connected. The blonde quickly came back with her left, but Diane ducked under it and it caught nothing but air. The brunette moved off to the side, the big woman turning to stay with her. "Best you can do, cow?" Diane taunted. Now it was Sheila who had the serious look. She reached out once again with her right, but again Diane blocked it, this time countering by reaching up with both hands and pushing the bigger woman hard. Sheila staggered back a couple of steps, grunting in frustration. The little bitch was stronger than she looked. Diane repeated her challenge. "Beat the shit out of me. C'mon, you fat pig." With a growl of anger Sheila charged forward to knock the smaller girl down. But Diane stood her ground and brought her forearm up to meet Sheila's onrushing chest. Her arm sunk deep into Sheila's mammoth tits, bringing a shriek from the blonde as she stumbled back and clutched at them in pain. Diane quickly stepped up and threw two short, hard jabs that connected squarely on Sheila's mouth, then sent a whistling left hook into the side of the amazon's head, sending her staggering to one side. A hard right to the blonde's belly doubled the big woman over, then a right cross caught her cheek and snapped her head around, sending her to her knees. She knelt there in a daze, clutching at her breasts and abdomen, gasping for breath as Diane stepped slowly around her. "You don't look so tough now, pig," Diane said mockingly. An audible gasp went up from the crowd. It had seemed so obvious that Sheila would easily tear up the smaller woman, but in less than thirty seconds Diane had brought the big blonde to her knees. Derek stood motionless, his mouth agape, his eyes gazing upon Sheila's kneeling, bent form in disbelief. Sheila struggled to clear her head. The little bitch could hit hard. The fog slowly lifted, and the big woman saw the blood from her split lip dripping onto the white dress. She could make out what everyone was saying, and the rage welled up inside her as she realized the little cunt was already making a fool out of her. No woman could do this to her, especially not some puny little whore like Diane. She began to rise, determined more than ever to destroy the skinny bitch and have her way with both Diane and her man. Diane seemed content to wait until Sheila regained her feet. She glared at the blonde with her determined look, keeping her distance while Sheila became fully upright. "Let's go, tough girl," the brunette challenged, "I thought you were gonna fuck me up." "Bitch," Sheila growled. She wiped the blood from her chin and slowly began circling to the brunette's left. Her eyes burned with hatred but she moved with caution, not anxious to repeat her mistake. The little slut was too fast for Sheila to bull over, and she was strong enough to inflict real damage on the bigger woman. But if Sheila could just get her hands on the fucking bitch she'd break her in two. She tried reaching out for Diane, but the dark-skinned girl brought an arm up quickly and she backed off. She tried again, this time feinting one way and throwing up the other arm, but again Diane was too fast for her and she was forced to retreat. She changed direction and continued warily circling the smaller woman as she looked for some kind of opening. Finally, her impatience got the better of her. She reached for Diane with both hands, moving as fast as she could, but the brunette grabbed both of her arms and tucked them up under her own. Before Sheila could think Diane snapped her knee deep into the blonde's soft belly. Sheila's eyes widened in agony as she bent over, the air rushing out of her with a loud grunt. Diane kept the big girl's arms trapped against her ribs as she quickly repeated the blow. Then again, and again, the last with enough force to lift Sheila's feet off the concrete and send her back down on her knees, frantically gasping for air. Diane released the amazon's arms and with her left hand roughly grabbed the pile of platinum blonde hair. She stood looking hatefully down at the stunned woman for a few seconds, then slowly pulled her right fist back and sent it crashing down into the bridge of the Sheila's nose. Blood sprayed down the big woman's face as she started falling back, but Diane pulled her back upright by the hair. Sheila just hung there, her mouth open, her arms limp at her sides. Diane again drew back slowly and this time delivered a pulverizing blow across the blonde's jaw, spinning her head around and making her big husky body shake like a bowl of Jell-O. She quickly brought her arm up and threw a wicked backhanded punch down into the side of Sheila's face, snapping her head back around the other way. Another rapid-fire shot to the head, a jackhammer blow to her mouth, a backhand across the jaw; Diane just teed off on the big blonde's face, hitting her at will. Totally stunned, completely overwhelmed by pain and humiliation, there was nothing the big blonde could do but kneel there and take it as Diane used her head for a punching bag. Suddenly the brunette paused and just looked down at the blonde, as if admiring her handiwork. Sheila's hair was a stringy, sweaty mess; her once clear, blue eyes now completely glazed over. Blood trickled from her nose and lips, and her mouth was opened wide as she still struggled to regain her breath. One of her dress straps had fallen down her arm, exposing her enormous breast almost to the nipple. She just hung there upright by her hair, beaten senseless and at the total mercy of the smaller girl. Diane showed her none. She yanked up hard on the mop of platinum hair, bringing a squeal from the beaten blonde as she forced her to her feet. Diane shoved her back against the wall while switching her grip from Sheila's hair to the front of her dress. It was quite a sight ... Diane barely came up past Sheila's shoulders, but she seemed to handle the amazon with ease. Sheila just stood there panting, moaning softly in pain and embarrassment. The brunette slowly pulled the white dress down, exposing Sheila's huge, creamy white tits. They jiggled slightly as the thin material dragged down over her big, pink nipples. The blonde made no effort to stop her. She moaned in humiliation as she heard the audience buzz excitedly. Diane wadded up the thin fabric in her strong hand. It cinched tightly around Sheila's waist, acting as a sort of harness with which she could hold the big woman up against the wall in a standing position. Sheila became overwhelmed with fear. She tried to push the smaller woman away but she no longer had the strength. She brought her arms up to cover her bare breasts, but to her shame Diane easily shoved them away, leaving her breasts exposed to the crowd of onlookers now moving forward for a closer look. The dark girl gripped Sheila's face with her free hand as she pressed herself up against the battered woman. It was now Diane who wore the smug expression. "What's the matter, tough girl?" she mocked, "I thought you were gonna fuck me up." Tears welled up in Sheila's eyes as her mind reeled with pain and humiliation. She wanted to crawl away somewhere and die. Diane leaned back, looking down at Sheila's enormous melons. "Nice tits," she said sweetly, "so big and firm." She looked over at Derek who stood there motionless, still watching the spectacle with awe. "Watch what she gets for waving them in your face," "Oh please," Sheila whined in a pitiful high pitched voice, "no ... Diane suddenly drove her fist into the soft underside of Sheila's left breast. The big blonde yelped loudly in pain as her big body flopped against the wall like a hooked fish. The brunette then quickly hauled back and buried her hand deep into the other breast, slamming Sheila's broad shoulders back hard into the brick building. The amazon's face contorted into a mask of pain as she tried to slide down, but Diane yanked up on the white dress, keeping her on her feet. She brought the back of her fist up and smashed it into the inside of Sheila's left breast, then brought it back across to the inside of her right. A straight jab to the left one, a vicious uppercut to the right. She continued this way, hammering Sheila's tits, one at a time, turning them into drooping bags of mush as the big girl shrieked and whimpered pathetically in agony. Finally, the thin white material could hold the blonde no more. It ripped away from her big, meaty body and she slid down to her ass, beaten and stripped almost naked. She sat there hunched forward, her battered, massive jugs sagging down on her soft, rolled belly. Her hair hung in a stringy mess, matted near her face with sweat and blood. Her breath came in short spurts and she was whimpering softly, the pain throbbing through her once proud body. Diane stood defiantly over her without a single mark on her smooth, dark skin. She gazed down at Sheila with a satisfied look before casually dropping what was left of the white dress and squatting down between the blonde's outstretched legs. She pinched Sheila's chin between her thumb and forefinger, pulling her once pretty face up and smiling sweetly into Sheila's dulled blue eyes. "Gee, miss big tough girl," she mocked, "everyone's waiting for you to fuck me up." She grabbed the underside of Sheila's left breast in her right hand, digging her fingers as far up and deep as she could reach. "How long did it take me to beat the dog shit out of you? Five minutes, maybe?" The big woman began squirming around, gasping in pain. "No," she panted, "please!" Diane increased the pressure slightly, bringing a sharp whimper from the beaten girl. "Now they all know who the real woman is," she said. She kept squeezing harder as Sheila's movements became frantic. "You really are just a fat, worthless pig, aren't you?" "Noooo," Sheila wailed, her head rocking back and forth. The tears were pouring down her face, mixing with her blood and dripping down onto her bruised, naked breasts. She had never dreamed it possible to feel so degraded. "No?" Diane asked in her mocking tone. She started to rise, gripping Sheila's tortured breast even harder and pulling up on it, forcing the big woman to scramble again to her knees as the brunette stood over her. She once more switched her grip to Sheila's mess of blonde hair. "Tell everyone what a fat, worthless pig you are, Sheila," the smaller girl commanded, "tell Derek." The big blonde let out a low moan. "N-no," she gasped. A loud smacking sound filled the alley as Diane sent a backhand across Sheila's already battered face. "Say it," she ordered. "Y-you can't --," Sheila panted, "I w-won't." The brunette threw another backhand, this one much harder, spinning Sheila's entire upper body around. "Say it, bitch. Now." "Oh, p-p-please --," Sheila began to sob softly. The dark girl responded by savagely plunging her knee into one of Sheila's big, dangling tits, the kneecap making contact with bone. The amazon let out a guttural scream as her body violently convulsed in agony. Diane roughly pulled Sheila's head back and glared into her pleading, tear-filled eyes with a hateful fury. "Say it!" she barked, "or I'll break your fucking back!" Sheila became gripped with panic. The smaller woman had easily torn away whatever was left of her dignity. "Oh God," she gasped quickly, the words running together, "I'm a fat worthless pig. I'm a fat worthless pig." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, barely audible to anyone but Diane. The brunette grabbed her jaw roughly and forced her head around to face Derek. "Say it so he can hear you, bitch." The big blonde was trembling as she looked at the big man with a pathetic, pleading expression. Her tone was high pitched and whiny, like a little girl being punished for acting naughty. "I'm ... I'm a f-fat, worthless pig." Hearing her own voice speak the words aloud humiliated her more than she ever could have imagined. She began sobbing hard, her shoulders heaving, the tears once again streaming down her face. Diane released her hair and stepped back. The big woman slumped forward, still on her knees, her body still shaking with sobs of pain and anguish. The dark-haired beauty gave the crowd of onlookers a wink as she walked over to the row of garbage cans and kicked one to its side, its putrid contents partially spilling out onto the concrete. She picked it up and emptied it completely, taking care to spread it into a thick layer of disgusting, smelly waste. Then she turned back towards Sheila. She was smiling as she walked up behind the kneeling blonde. She bent down and grabbed Sheila's hair with one hand, the other gripping the white thong riding up out of the crack of her big ass. The brunette stood upright, pulling the bigger woman up with her from behind, the thong panties digging into Sheila's crotch. "Get that fat ass up here, pig," the dark girl said. With a whimper of pain Sheila rose unsteadily to her feet. Diane turned her around and started marching her forward toward the bed of rotting garbage spread out on the ground before her. Sheila stumbled ahead on her wobbly legs, only vaguely aware of what was happening, her mammoth tits and soft stomach rippling with each hesitant step. They reached the edge of the mess and Sheila instinctively turned away as the smell wafted up her bloody, swollen nose. "What's wrong, honey?" Diane asked sweetly, "I thought pigs liked to wallow in garbage." She shoved the beaten blonde back to her knees, then grabbed hold of both of Sheila's wrists, pulling her arms straight out behind her. She placed her foot in the middle of Sheila's back and forced her face down, putting it within inches of the bed of filth the brunette had spread out for her. "No ... p-please," the blonde whimpered in her pathetic voice, but Diane just smiled and slowly pushed Sheila's face down into the spongy, smelly trash. She moved her foot up to the back of Sheila's head, pushing her in deeper, grinding her face into it as the big girl struggled feebly beneath her. After what seemed like an eternity to Sheila, the dark girl let go of her wrists and shoved her big body down flat into the pile of garbage. The blonde just lay there moaning for a few seconds, trying to regain her senses. She then slowly lifted her head out of the goo, pieces of rotting vegetables smeared onto her battered face. She gazed up at the crowd who stood smiling down at her total degradation. Then she began to sob once again, totally beaten and humiliated by a woman half her size. Diane stood over her for a few moments, looking down with satisfaction at her total domination of the amazon. She then moved over to where Derek stood. "Enjoy the show?" she smiled, reaching down to feel his now rock-hard cock through the tight jeans. "Oh yeah, babe," he answered. He put his hands on her waist and smiled back at her. "You wanted to fuck her, though, didn't you?" the brunette asked coyly. "Um, no," he stammered, the smile quickly disappearing, "not really. I-I'm with you." "Not really?" Her voice sounded playful, teasing. "No, babe, no way. All I want is you." He bent down slowly, moving his lips closer to hers. Diane suddenly brought her knee up, slamming it hard into his balls, bringing a collective gasp from the men in the crowd. Derek's eyes grew wide, his mouth gaping as he doubled over and fell to his knees, gasping in pain. "Yeah, right," Diane said, looking down at him disdainfully. "You would've fucked the cow in a heartbeat, you stupid bastard." She brought her knee up again, this time right on the point of his chin, and his big body flailed back into the garbage next to what was left of Sheila. He lay there, semi-conscious, moaning loudly as his head slowly rolled back and forth. Diane looked down at them both with disgust. "The two of you deserve each other," she said with contempt. She stood looking down at the two of them, shaking her head. Then she sauntered slowly through the crowd, off down the alley into the steamy night air. And to no one's surprise, Sheila never showed her face in the club again.