Cindy's Smack Down
By Montrose
Tina and Liz fight over Cindy


It took me months to recover from the night Cindy used me to produce a video
for her new "Cindy Dynamo: session girl" site. You can read about that in
"Cindy Dynamo Goes into Business." But anyway, she wanted more material. I was
still too fucked up to suffice for more than a few face sitting shots, so she
pulled her camera crew on-stage.

"Tina? Liz?" she said, "how would you girls like a chance to have me give you
the long, hard fuck I gave Johnny in the last video?" She was talking about
the way she ripped my ass open with a strap-on.

I couldn't hear what either girl said. But I could tell they were both eager
to be first. Tina (the bob-cut blond, 6 feet 4 inches and about 225 pounds of
non-athletic but firm meat, gentle as a lamb and almost as bright) bounced in
her chair and held her hands together like she was praying for the event. Liz
(the 5 feet nothing, buzz-cut redhead with the 95 pound wiry frame and hot
temper) leaped in the air. They called out to Cindy in happy chirps.

Cindy just smiled and checked her cuticles. "Okay, then," she said. "Johnny
will video the fight. The winner will end the video with a romp from me."

"Fight?" Tina asked. Her gentle, slow mind was having trouble understanding.

"Fight, you big dope," snapped Liz. "You and me! And I don't care how big you
are, blondie, you are going down!" Liz punched the air, ready to brawl right
now.

Tina just stared, trying to comprehend. Poor thing, I thought. Liz was not a
kind person. She would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And what she
wanted was to get humped by Cindy.

The next night was the event. Cindy asked Tina to show up in a cute pleated
mini skirt outfit, very baby-doll-ish. She made Liz wear tattered,
tight-fitting fatigues. The midriff top showed off rippling muscle on the
little woman's belly.

I shouldered the camera, Cindy gave the signal and the fight began.

Liz leaped with both feet into Tina's belly, knocking the big girl to the mat.
"Oof!" grunted Tina.

Liz ran over, slid down, and clamped her legs around Tina's neck. She squeezed
and Tina gagged. My god, I thought. This is going to be over before Tina can
figure out that she's in a fight! A massacre!

Liz maneuvered her scissors hold so that she was sitting on Tina's face. Then
she raised up and drove all her weight down onto the big girl's head. BAM!

"Ouch!" muttered Tina up Liz's ass-crack.

Liz did it again. And again. I zoomed in to catch the muscles on Liz's tight
tummy contracting and relaxing. Up and down.

"Ouch!... Ouch!"

Liz sped up so that it looked like she was hammering nails with her ass.

Tina was still barely fighting back. Mostly her hands were in between Liz's
thighs, trying to get her head out. All she managed was to get some air. Liz
kept on bouncing on poor Tina's skull like it was a bouncy ball, faster and
faster.

Ten minutes of this and Liz began to pant and sweat. She let go and leaped to
her feet.

Tina got on all fours and shook her head. "Wow... that hurt."

BAM!

Liz planted a boot into Tina's belly.

Tina remained on her hands and knees. "Stop that!" she said and began to stand
up.

Liz kicked her again, this time in the face. Tina fell over on her side. Liz
dropped a knee into Tina's side. Then another into her thigh. And another
there. And another. Tina squirmed on the floor groaning.

Liz was red-faced now and glistening with sweat from the exertion. She had to
keep hopping to avoid Tina's groping hands. And she had to keep delivering
punishment to keep Tina down.

She was breathing heavy and decided to take a brake. Liz held up her arms and
made tight little muscles for the camera. Behind her Tina got back to her
hands and knees.

Liz whirled and kicked her in the belly again. And again. These belly shots
didn't seem to do much to the big girl. Liz booted Tina in the face again and
again, Tina fell over.

This tine, Liz locked up with the leg scissors on the neck once more. But Liz
was looking pretty tired. The match was 25 minutes old and she had been
working hard for all of it. Hoisting Tina's big skull was hard work, but Liz
did it again and again, driving Tina's head down onto the mat, over and over,
with her ass on top. After another 10 minutes, Liz crawled off, drenched in
sweat. "There," she panted. "That should do it."

Liz crawled away and sat, panting.

Tina rose to hands and knees. "That wasn't very nice," she snarled.

Liz gulped. She jumped up and kicked Tina in the head again. Tina fell over.
Liz dropped a knee on Tina's chest.

But she didn't back off quick enough and Tina got a hand around one of Liz's
slim ankles.

Tina held it and dragged Liz in. She pulled the entire girl in under her and
covered her like a thick blanket. Liz screamed and fought, but she couldn't
resist.

Tina had finally figured out that she was in a fight. She lay on her belly on
top of Liz. Only Liz's feet were visible at Tina's sides.

I stepped around for a shot up Tina's short skirt. Her big butt was in full
view and looking magnificent! "That's right, Johnny, get her good side,"
quipped Cindy. I got it all right. It jiggled invitingly as Liz struggled
under the big woman.

Tina smothered Liz in her tits for a while longer, until she had caught her
breath. Then Tina stood, holding Liz in a bear-hug. The little redhead fought,
but couldn't brake free. And her fighting was getting weaker.

Tina constricted tighter and tighter, driving the wind from the smaller girl.
Liz face turned even more red than usual. Tina showed quiet patience as she
watched Liz change shades.

After three minutes, Liz went limp. Her head lulled to the side. She dangled
limply. Tina dropped her. Liz fell like a rag doll at her feet. Tina just
looked down at her with her gentle cow eyes.

"So..." said Cindy. "Finish the job."

Tina looked up. "How, Miss Dynamo?"

"Pin her, you big, stupid cunt! Sit on her face or something!"

"Yes, Miss Dynamo." Tina bent down and straightened out Liz's arms and legs.
Then she covered the smaller girls head, neck and shoulders with her meaty
hams. Her legs covered Liz's arms. Tina sat up straight. She adjusted her big
tits in her bra and smiled prettily.

"Flex," commanded Cindy.

Tina flexed. Damn if big muscle didn't pop out of what looked to be soft arms!
The white fabric of her top strained. Seams popped! She raised her hands and
in the process felt how mussed up her hair was. Mussed hair seemed to be the
only impact of the beating Liz had given her. "May I have a brush?" Tina
asked.

Cindy gave her one. Tina sat and brushed her hair. I recorded it.

Cindy pushed a handful of Tina's ass out of the way and peeked in at Liz. "You
better get up, honey."

"Yes, Miss Dynamo." Tina got up.

Liz was purple in the face, but breathing. She was out cold. Cindy instructed
Tina on how to strike a victory pose over her defeated enemy. She unbuttoned
and removed the big girl's top and bra so that the victory pose pictures would
be that much more impressive. Tina had a jaw-dropping rack. The kind giantess
smiled sweetly at the camera and did as told.

Eventually, Cindy chucked Liz into my bedroom and we moved on to the long,
hard fuck portion of the video.

Cindy strapped on the cock. She looked up at the big girl. Tina towered 11
inches taller than Cindy. "On your knees, bitch," snapped Cindy. Tina complied
happily.

"Yes, Miss Dynamo."

Cindy pointed to the bone. "Suck it."

Tina didn't waste time replying she sank that bone right down her deep throat.
I knew from experience that Tina gives the best head this planet has ever
seen. I was eager to see if Cindy noticed, given she was using a fake.

But there was nothing fake about the way Tina sank two fingers up Cindy's butt
as she sucked and squirmed her face around. Her nose dug into Cindy's belly
button.

"Jesus!" Cindy gasped.

Tina's long tongue snaked out and liked the plastic balls, catching a bit of
real muff underneath.

Cindy shivered but kept standing. When Tina had done that to me, so long ago,
I fell right over.

Tina slid half way off, then plunged back on. As she did this she slid her
fingers around the rim of Cindy's asshole. Tina slid all the way off, looped
the tip with her long tongue and dove back on again, plunging both fingers far
up Cindy's ass.

Now Cindy's gasped and her knees buckled. Tina followed her down. She drove
and plunged until she actually made Cindy come with a blowjob on a fake dick.
Damn-est thing ever caught on tape.

When Cindy's eyes stopped rolling back in her head she snarled and stood up.
"Damn it, bitch!" She smacked Tina in the face with the boner. "I'm in charge
here!"

"Yes, Miss Dynamo. Should I suck you off again? I love sucking dick. I only
wish I could swallow your..."

Cindy waved her off. "We've got other fun in store!" But she looked reluctant.
I had the idea she would be back for more some other time. Instead, she put a
harness on Tina's face - a gag ball with reigns leading back. "On your hands
and knees, big girl."

The gag stopped her from uttering "Yes, Miss Dynamo," again.

Now it was Cindy's time to shine.

We used another 90 minutes of recording time as Cindy took that big girl apart
with repeated multiple orgasms. She hammered her hard and fast, slow and
steady, sideways, straight in, everything. It was a clinic in stroke technique
and endurance. I wish I had done so well by her. I doubted I ever could.

In the end, Tina lay quivering on the floor with Cindy sitting on her ass
holding her reigns, glistening wet strap-on rising high. "Satisfied?" she
asked. Tina couldn't respond. It wasn't just the ball gag. She was too
drained. Too lost in the afterglow.

Cindy stood, glistening with sweat, took a bow for the camera, pointed the
cock at the viewer, winked, and asked, "Who's next?"

I kept rolling. "Maybe you and Tina should have a match someday," I suggested.

Cindy laughed. "This cow?" She slapped Tina's big, round ass. "She's strong,"
Cindy groped the big cheeks appreciatively, "but she's not fighter enough for
me."

"You never know until you try..." I knew Cindy would win. I just wanted to see
it.

Cindy looked thoughtful. Then she nodded. "That might sell. Sure! I'll fight
Tina next. But only if you fight Liz after that." She grinned mischievously.

I gulped, then nodded. If I could withstand the initial furry like Tina did,
it could be a lot of fun.

But that is a story for another time.