GODDESS CHEVELLE THE BLACK DOMME 
by Hamlet
FORCEFULLY CONFRONTS A GANGSTER


Goddess Chevelle the Black Domme sat cross legged in the armchair of the
office of

the nightclub owner Jimmy Walsh in Nottingham. He owned a whole string of
nightclubs in the Midlands and was now almost a millionaire. He lived in a
large mansion just north of Grantham in Lincolnshire. He was even wealthier
than Sir Graham Mistress' Goddess Raajah's enemy whom she was pursuing in
France with another Black Mistress Goddess Olivia

Goddess Chevelle was dressed as usual to kill. She was wearing thigh length
boots with 6" heels and a tight leather basque that exposed her enormous Black
mammaries. She wore a tight studded collar around her neck and long skin tight
leather gloves exposing her huge muscular arms. Around her waist she wore a
whole armoury, including handcuffs, knuckledusters and knives. She was every
inch a One-Woman Army and fighting machine!

She had come to his office to collect protection money and to ensure that
Walsh would hand over 10% of the turnover of his businesses to the Goddess
Raajah and to her the Black Domme. She also would make sure by force that he
would show total obedience and submission to her and the Goddess Raajah's
wills and authority.

She had strode past the two goons who were standing by the door as if she
owned the place not frightened of anything at all knowing that she was quite
capable of beating them to a pulp just as she had beaten Sir Graham's goons
before! She had in her leather gloved hand the letter that had been sent to
all the residents of Grantham including Walsh himself by the Ebony Domina
Goddess Raajah herself. She read it feeling so proud to be Goddess Raajah's
Associate!

GODDESS RAAJAH'S LETTER TO THE RESIDENTS OF GRANTHAM

Dear subject,

From today you are my property and subject and I am Mistress Goddess Raajah
the Big Boss Lady and Ebony Domina.

I am your Queen and Ruler. I own you body, spirit and soul. You are as much my
property as my clothes or my boots. You are effectively no longer a person.

You are a slave and object.

My Queen Dom has begun. It is the beginning of my Rule established on earth.
The past has gone and a New Order has begun and has started here in Grantham.

I Mistress Goddess Rajah rule with Love and Fear simply because I am superior
to you in every way. I am an invincible fighter who has demonstrated beyond
doubt that I always win. I am superior to you as a subject in every way,
mentally and physically.

When you are in my presence you are effectively in the presence of Royalty and
of a Goddess. You will stand to absolute attention in my presence and only
move or speak when ordered to. You only exist at all on this earth because I
allow you to.

From today you will lead a 'Godly Sober and Righteous life' If you do you will
survive and I will show you Love and Mercy. If you do not, I will torture you
to death! So be warned!

Yours in total superiority

GODDESS RAAJAH

At the same time, Goddess Chevelle had in her hand his reply written in his
semi-literate way as a person who could hardly read and write at all as he
wrote in the Cockney accent, he spoke in.

'Who the f---k do you fink u are Raajah am not no one's f--- property
specially a f----k woman and a black whoar! You aint gonna ger no money outta
me you f---k nigger bitch!'

The letter was scrawled on a dirty piece of paper. What a completely semi-
literate moron he was!

She had read all about his criminal past and was prepared to break his
criminal empire forever.He had come to the Midlands from East London from
Bethnal Green where he was a gangster running a protection racket himself. He
specialised in collecting from Bangladeshi and Chinese restaurants. She
realised he was a thoroughly nasty piece of work and would specialise in
getting his goons to hold the hands of his victims in boiling hot cooking oil
if they did not pay up.

From the proceeds of his crimes he had bought up a nightclub in Whitechapel
called Caesar's Den. The place was a real den of iniquity ! Customers would be
charged extortionate prices for drinks and often drinks would be spiked and
once the customers were comatose his goons would search their pockets and
remove their wallets and purses.

Drug dealing was rife and Walsh had become heavily involved in drug dealing
.He was also ruthless in dealing with rival nightclubs and any nightclub
within 5 mile radius faced the prospect of being firebombed It had happened to
a rival nightclub in East London called Dianas where he had got his goons to
chuck a Molotov cocktail through the window at 3 AM. The place was burnt to
the ground within a few hours. Needless to say Walsh denied all responsibility
and in fact sent flowers to the funeral of one of the security guards who died
in the blaze!

From there Walsh had moved out of London and had bought a huge mansion just
outside Grantham He saw that there were rich pickings in the Midlands .Soon he
had established five nightclubs in Northampton, Leicester Coventry and now he
had acquired two in Nottinham the largest of all being the Worlds Palace where
Goddess Chevelle was now sitting ready to confront him .

He used the same methods he had used in London only he was now even more of a
criminal. Customers would be regularly beaten up by his goons and then robbed
of their money. Rival nightclubs would be firebombed in one case in Leicester
with 20 of the customers being burnt alive.

Yet fortune always went with Walsh and she and the Goddess Raajah were
determined to put an end to his criminal activities forever .He would meet a
fate even worse than Sir Graham's and Goddess Chevelle was quire prepared to
put him through a most appalling death at her hands or if necessary under Her
mighty Black arse!

Even though customers were ripped off every time in his clubs and faced being
beaten up and robbed thousands flocked to his clubs as they were extremely
palatial compared to any other nightclubs in the area. What's more drug
addicts would also flock to his clubs as the drugs were so cheap compared to
elsewhere.

Even though Walsh was guilty of so many crimes he was never arrested for his
crimes. Nottinghamshire Police had tried to arrest him only to find that he
used one of the best criminal barristers Sir Archibald Fitzwater who
specialised in getting criminals like him off on a technicality. She and the
Goddess Rajah would definitely have to deal with him too!

Goddess Chevelle saw the door open and Walsh enter. He was a short fat greasy

specimen wearing jeans and a bright red shirt.

He could not believe his eyes as he saw this huge Black Glamazon sitting in
his chair in his study!

'Who the f--k are you? Get out now before oi a you frown out! 'he shouted in
his broad Cockney accent.

She stood up and then stood tight over him with her high heels. She was at
least two feet taller than him. He beheld in horror and awe her enormous
muscular arms that were built like tree trunks and made his look so weak and
wretched

I'm Goddess Chevelle and 'I've come to collect my protection money and i want
a cheque for £100,000 which I estimate to be 10% of the turnover of your
filthy businesses!'

'You aint getting no money from me!' he said sweating knowing quite well she
could use far more force than he was ever capable of.

'I'm gong to leave here with the money What's more this is the beginning
Goddess Rajah and I are going to put an end for good to your evil criminal
activities. We will take over all your businesses and make you destitute, in
fact what i would love to do now is to face sit you to death under my huge
Black arse!

'Who do you fink you are?'

'I'm Goddess Chevelle the Black Domme and I'm going to deal with you very
severely indeed! What's more not only are you an evil criminal you are also a
semi-literate moron who can't write or spell!'

She held his neck in her leather gloved hands. With another move she grabbed
him by the neck and shoved his letter forcefully down his throat.

'I'm going to torture you until you are screaming you bastard and I'm going to
work all over your body starting by giving you a good choking!'

His whole face went bright red as she pushed the whole letter right down his
throat.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

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