GODDESS RAAJAH TERRIFIES HER ENEMY WITH HER THREATS
by Hamlet



It was not long before Goddess Rajah was driving out of Grantham accompanied
by her Associate Goddess Chevelle on the B1174 in the direction of golf course
at Gonnerby . It was a lovely sunny morning as she drove down Gonnerby Road.

Chevelle looked so pleased to be in the country away from London starting a
new life in which she would not only be doing just what she enjoyed beating
her opponents senseless but would become a Millionairess doing it.

Goddess Raajah left her mobile on as they were driving along. It was a the
most advanced mobile in the world the Norselandic Harfaast that she had bought
from a Norselandic friend and could be used to jam in and enable her to listen
to other people's conversations This would be useful, as she could tell
whether they were talking about her and she could then locate them through the
advanced technology that would enable her to obtain their exact location
address through the phone itself and turn up at their house to deal with them
personally.

Sir Graham had forgotten to switch his mobile off too so she could hear every
word of his conversation without him knowing it! She found out he was talking
to the manager of the golf club a person called Watkins.

'How dare that f--g bitch Raajah threaten me! I'll kill her if she tries
anything on me! She's not coming anywhere near my property!'

'Boss I think you really need to think about these women. I think you made a
mistake calling her a bitch. I do know her friend Chevelle is bad news. You
really don't want to get the wrong side of them!'

'How the Hell do you know? She's only a woman what the Hell are you afraid
of!'

'Yes, boss but the point is Chevelle's not an ordinary woman. She's bigger and

stronger than any man I've ever seen and so probably is Raajah'!'

'How do you know? Have you met her?'

'Well err actually I have visited Chevelle when I was in the London . I
actually visited her once as one of her clients.'

'What do you mean you were one of her clients? You mean you went to a
prostitute to be beaten? I never thought you were a pervert!'

'Honestly boss don't call her a prostitute! I saw her picture in a magazine. I
just went to Chevelle for some gentle CP as she seemed so pleasant on the
phone. Unfortunately, it was very different when I got there. She became very
violent with me and gave me 30 hard strokes of the cane. I was bleeding
heavily and I could hardly stand up for a week! That was the time I rang up
sick saying it was flu when in fact she had beaten me so badly I couldn't
stand up!'

'God I never though you would let yourself be beaten by a woman!'

Sir Graham actually had complete contempt for women and only allowed so many
women to join his golf club. He was known to beat his wife too. Raajah and
Chevelle would soon put a stop to that!

'I just want to say boss is that they're coming after you and I don't think
you would stand a chance against them. I have also seen Chevelle in a gym in
London. I went there one evening and saw her karate fighting skills. She was
incredible! She beat two men who were quite large to a complete pulp and not a
hair on her head was touched! 'Both of them could beat you and those guys in
the security company to mincemeat'

'So, you sound really afraid of them! So, what do you say I do?'

'Well boss I think you should do the sensible thing. When they come around you
should apologise to them profusely and beg for mercy licking their boots and
then pay Raajah her protection money she is demanding. It's only £ 100 a
month! You should then pay her 10% of the turnover of your businesses as she
demands in the letter and then fall at her feet begging for mercy to her and
Chevelle again and acknowledge them as your Goddesses!'

It was clear Sir Graham was beside himself with rage.

'I'll have you sacked for suggesting I pay money to some whore and her friend!
I'll call the Police! it's extortion it's illegal!'

'What other choice do you have? Do you want to spend the rest of your life in
hospital.? Chevelle gave me 30 strokes and I was obedient and submissive to
her. She might give you 100 it will mean you'll be a cripple for the rest of
your life!'

'Surely you can afford £100 a month you spend more on drink than that!

'What's more I the Police are afraid of Raajah too. She's just beaten the crap
out of two Police in a pub in Grantham. Haven't you read the story in the
Grantham Journal ?These Women are invincible!'

'Don't worry if the security company guys can't beat her and her picanniny
friend in a fight. then I will get them to shoot her!'

'You can't do that boss you will go to prison for life. They can beat those
guys to a pulp with one hand! Besides what do you think they'll do to your if
they miss? They'll break every bone in your body! Why don't you do the
sensible thing submit to her and pay them the money!'

'I'm not paying those nigger bitches a penny! Now get out of my way and shut
up I'll have the two bitches shot. They can't dodge bullets however tough they
are! I bet everyone including the Police will be glad!'

After listening it this for some time Chevelle and Rajah roared with laughter.
Chevelle

remembered Watkins visiting her as her client very well. The reason she gave
him 30 strokes were that she had ordered him to clean the kitchen and he had
broken one of her precious tea cups, She gave him the simple option give me
£100 for a new one or take 30 strokes of the cane. He did not have £100 so
she strapped him down to the kitchen table and gave him 30 hard ones until his
arse bled. He was screaming for his life but it made no difference as she
carried on cutting across his arise loving every minute of it!'

Goddess Raajah decided to call Sir Graham and make him even more terrified.

She carried on driving speaking to the handset on the wall.

'Sir Graham it's me your enemy Goddess Raajah! I'm coming with Goddess
Chevelle the Black Domme to get you! You really are in deep shit! Why don't
you take the advice of Watkins whom Goddess Chevelle has given a good caning
to and surrender?'

'Why don't you f-----k off Raajah! You women won't get a single penny off me
just leave me alone you bitches!'

'Look here arsehole! We're coming to get you and to break every bone in your
body! If you do the sensible thing and lick my boots and the boots of Goddess
Chevelle I might let you off with 10 strokes of the crop across your bare arse
in front of all the members of the golf club .Chevelle will then give thou a
good face slapping until your face is bleeding and sore all over for insulting
her.

'You will them give me £100 for my protection money and then show me the
accounts of all your businesses and give me 10% of your turnover that should
be at least £3000. I expect to leave your golf club today with over £3000 in
cash with you with a sore arse and totally humiliated as my slave and subject.
Is that perfectly clear Sir Graham you pompous prick?'

'I'll have you killed Raajah!! You won't get away with this!' he screamed down
the phone hysterically obviously beside himself with terror.

Thet were almost at the gates of the gold club as they could see 3 heavies at
the

entrance waiting for them.It was clear one of them recognized us as he was
calling on his mobile probably to Sir Graham.

'Come on Chevelle!'

'LET'S DO SOME BALL AND FACE BUSTING!!'

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