Making the Team



"Hey Denise," Marie said with a smile, "You're gonna be late for
try-outs."  After a couple of minutes, Denise slowly got up out of the
bed.  She went straight to the bathroom, to get ready for the day.
After spending about thirty minutes in the shower, Denise then spent
an additional fifteen figuring out what to wear.  She finally settled
on light pink tank top, a plaid shirt, and a blue-jean style knee-length
dress.  The ensemble was completed with a pair of blue and red Nikes.

At about a quarter to ten, Denise went downstairs to the kitchen, where
she and her roommate and close friend, Marie ate some take-outs from
a local resturant.  As they were eating, Marie asked, "Denise, are you
sure you want to go through this?"
"Look Marie," Denise replied, "You know very well that I could easily
make the team.  After all, look at all those girls that I have beaten.
Many of them had spent years training and preparing, and by the time
the second bell had sounded, they all had ended up lying, unconscious 
on the mat, all of them beaten by ME!"
"Now that's what I want to hear, from you!" replied Marie.  After Marie
and Denise finished eating, they both went upstairs to get their gear
for the try-outs.

It was a thirty-five minute drive from Sundale and Donaldson, where 
they lived to a large luxurious beach house on 49th and Lake Park Drive
where the try-outs were to be held.  When they got there, Denise and
Marie entered through the front door.  They were then directed to a
large locker room area in the basement.  Once in the locker room,
Denise and Marie both stripped their clothes down to bras and panties.
They then each took a white judo jacket and a pair of sandals out of
their repesctive sports bags.  After slipping into the previously 
mentioned things, Denise and Marie exited the locker room.

The two women then went to an upstairs to the room where the try-outs
were being held.  The room was originally a living room was converted
into a fighting pit.  The floor and sides of the fighting pit was 
surrounded by thick mats.  Five other women were there besides Denise
and Marie.  When the clock struck midnight, one of the women, a short
brunette said, "Hello and Welcome, my name is Debbie, and I'm the
coach of the team.  Your place on the team will be assured
<i>if</i> you survive the night.  Marie, will you be kind enough to
read the names for the match."
"Yes coach," Marie replied.  Debbie then handled a piece of paper to
Marie.  Marie then called, "DENISE AND ROBIN, COME FOWARD INTO THE PIT."

Denise slipped off her sandals, and walked to the pit barefooted.  Her
larger opponent, Robin did likewise.  At the coach's signal, the match
started.  Denise quickly kicked Robin in the stomach, which caused Robin 
to collapse to her knees.  Denise then grabbed Robin by her long blonde
hair and punched her repeatedly in the face, resulting in black and 
blue bruises in the face.  Blood slowly, but steadily began streaming
down from the cuts in Robin's left eye.


Despite the blood, tramua, and shock, Robin tried to stage a comeback.
She rushed at the smaller black girl, hoping to use her larger size as
an advantage.  However, Denise responded by stepping back, and kicking
the bigger blonde four times in the stomach.  She then threw five
upper-cuts to Robin's already bloody face, each punch rocking the head
in an up and down motion.  Denise then kicked Robin brutally in her ribs,
with her chest turning blue as a result.  Finally, Denise pivoted with 
her barefeet in front of Robin, and violently hip-tossed her onto the 
canvas below.

Denise knew that the bigger Robin was done for, but she had decided on
a finishing move.  She stepped back all the way to the pit wall, and
waited for Robin to get up.  Robin meanwhile despite some broken ribs,
was struggling to get back on her feet.  However, when Robin got back
up, Denise charged with such speed, that she jumped up, and with her
left leg extended, drop-kicked Robin in her chest.  Robin immediately
collapsed onto the floor, with crimson-red blood foaming down from her 
mouth.

Denise then straddled her beaten opponent with her 33D breasts, in a
super breath-taking breast smother.  It took an incredible five minutes
for the still resistant Robin to went limp underneath her smaller sexy
conqueror.  The first bell rang, and Robin went to Debbie in order to
receive a dildo from her.  "You have done well for someone your size,"
said Debbie.  "Now," she continued, "go and obtain your well-earned
prize."  With that, Denise strapped on a mid-size dildo onto her now
wet sweaty panties, and back back into the pit.  Denise then once again
straddled her now vanquished foe, and began stripped Robin of her clothes.
Denise first slowly untied Robin's belt.  She opened up the the jacket,
revealing a heavily damaged chest.  Denise then removed Robin's bra,
revealing a set of 36B breasts.  Finally, she removed Robin's bikini
panties, revealing a very thick blonde mound of plenty.  The site of 
her opponent's brutally beaten nude body aroused Robin.  She then slowly
inserted the dildo into Robin's pussy.  Denise then laid her breasts
on top of Robin's face, and stretched out her small beautiful black body
over the fallen girl's body.  She then began a rapid intense pumping 
thrust with her hips, producing four consecutive self-enjoying orgasms.

After the last orgasm, the second bell rang.  Denise removed the dildo
from Robin, got up off the girl, and the small black victress placed
her right foot between Robin's large breasts.  After about a minute,
Debbie entered the pit and said, "Denise, you made the team, and you
did so well on your first victory rape, that I decided to have Robin
carried to the guest room, so that you could fuck her all night long."
"It's cool with me," responed Denise.
Then she, Marie, and Debbie walked out of the pit room, with two women 
lifting Robin's beaten body out on a stretcher.