Carlotta and Friends
By Montrose



It all started out friendly enough. But among the images of dragons, hammers,
roses and pot leaves, the smoky room soon took on an ominous air. Skin Deep, a
small tattoo parlor near the rail road tracks was a hangout for leather-clad
bikers during the day. Some got additional tattoos as they shot the breeze,
but mostly they sat around and told lies until it was time to move on. There
were night jobs, "old ladies" and bars to get to once dusk settled.

At 2:00 PM everyone had been laughing. But by 3:00 PM the air was thick with
tension. It was a small room and the four men in it were big. The biggest and
maddest of all was called Bear. He had the shape of a grizzly, maybe a bit
thicker. At 6 feet 6 inches and 320 pounds he commanded respect and fear. His
unruly hair and beard joined into one tangle. His thick lips sneered out from
the middle of it. His 37 years had made him dangerous when aroused.

The object of his anger right now was Muskrat, a handsome, chiseled young man
who had a well-known reputation with the ladies. He was the next biggest in
the room at 6 feet 4 inches and 240 pounds of hard muscle. But at 25 years of
age he hadn’t the history to make him as ruthless at Bear.

Muskrat knew he was in trouble, but he wouldn’t back down in front of the
other guys. He had just made an innocent remark about helping Bear take care
of his old lady’s "needs." It was just a joke. Who knew Bear was feeling
touchy that day?

"I got a need you can take care of right now." Growled Bear. "I need to smash
your head."

"Not in my shop." Warned Snake, the owner of Skin Deep. "Take it outside."

Bear pointed to the bright doorway where sun danced on the sidewalk just
outside. Trying to look cool as ice, Muskrat swaggered toward it. He was
almost to the door when Bear planted a big boot in the small of his back. He
bounced off the door jam then skidded across the sidewalk. He was only to his
knees when Bear jumped on his head with that same boot and drove it into the
sidewalk. Blood sprayed from Muskrats pretty face.

"Jeeze Bear!" Hissed Snake. "Can’t you take it farther from the shop than
that?"

Bear stooped and picked up the stunned Muskrat. He lifted him overhead (with a
grunt) and threw him into the dusty street. Muskrat landed on his head but
rolled up to sway on wobbly legs. Bear stepped up and took the punch Muskrat
was able to send him. Then Bear gave him one of his own to the side of the
face. The smack resonated down the block. Muskrat went down like he was shot.

Snake and Axle winced. "Muskrat ain’t gonna look so pretty no more." Murmured
Snake.

Axle tapped Snake on the arm with his greasy fingers and pointed down the
street. Snake squinted to see. The Catholic school was letting out. Most kids
walked home using other streets. This street had a bad reputation. But down
the street came the cutest young girl all done up in her pleated skirt
uniform. There seemed to be more than the regulation amount of leg sticking
out from that skirt. And there was something graceful and athletic about her
walk. Snake and Axle forgot about the fight and watched her walk.

** **

Carlotta decided to take the street next to the tracks home that afternoon.
Life was getting boring and anything she could do to change things was worth
while. She hadn’t gotten too far when she saw the fight going on in front of
the tattoo parlor.

"Oh good." She whispered to herself. "Fresh meat."

She had two "looks" she liked to put on when wearing her school uniform.
Unlike most girls in her school she loved that they made her wear it. She knew
it was a turn on. It couldn’t be better if they had asked her to wear a
bodice, fish nets and carry a whip! The two looks she could carry off with
this outfit were innocent beauty bursting with untapped sexuality, and hooker
in a kilt. She chose to manifest the innocent beauty look as she approached
the fight.

As she drew close she saw that the big hairy one was beating up the big
handsome one. Muskrat – she recognized him and her heart skipped a beat. Every
girl in high school knew him by name and reputation. A lucky few knew him
carnally. He tended to do most of his fishing in the community college pool,
and in the lonely housewife pool. Carlotta decided it was her turn to get to
know Muskrat better.

Bear was just lifting Muskrat to his feet by his hair to give him another
punch.

"Excuse me!" called Carlotta still 10 yards away and closing at a slow walk.
"Ugly smelly boy! Stop that."

Bear looked up from his work and was dazzled by the bounce in Carlotta’s walk
and the sway of her pleated skirt. The sight of her had driven her insulting
words from his mind, although they made Snake and Axle chuckle.

At 5 feet 10 inch in her oxfords and all of 165 pounds dripping wet, this
curvy 16 year- old girl was hardly a mouthful for big Bear. But he had the
idea she would taste good. (She looked to be more like 145 pounds but muscle
weighs more than fat.)

"You leave that boy alone." Ordered Carlotta in her best cutesy-girl voice.
"Or I’ll have to teach you some manners, smelly boy." Her bottom lip stuck out
in a fake pout.

There was a heartbeat of silence on the street. Then Bear threw back his head
and laughed. He laughed so that it vibrated the windows in Snake’s shop.
Carlotta walked up to him, put her fists on her hips and smirked up at him.
She would let him laugh for a while.

Then Bear said, "Maybe you can teach me some manners after I’m done teaching
some to this meat-sleeve." Then he raised a great hairy fist and aimed it at
Muskrat’s noble, but bloody nose. As it shot forward Carlotta took hold if it
with both hands. It was too big for one of her hands to get a good grip.

She stopped it, then she flipped around and twisted the hand, and the arm
attached. Bear dropped Muskrat and dropped to his knees in the street at the
feet of Carlotta. Back on the sidewalk Snake and Axle watched with open
mouths.

"I don’t like it when you don’t listen, smelly boy." Continued Carlotta in her
relaxed girly voice as Bear winced. "I don’t like repeating myself." And then
she gave an extra twist to Bear’s arm that drove his head down onto the
street.

Bear cussed and howled with pain and rage. He struggled to free his arm. He
tried to knock the little girl over who had him down. But all 300 plus pounds
of him was helpless on his knees, unable to do anything. Carlotta clicked her
tongue at him. "You bad, bad smelly boy. Such language!"

Muskrat lay flat out in the street - still out cold from Bear’s last blow.

"God damn it child!" Snarled Bear still unable to believe he was beat. "I’ll
hurt you for this!"

"Hurt me? You’re going to have to stand up first." taunted Carlotta. "Would
you like me to let you up?" Bear didn’t answer. "Speak up, smelly boy. Do you
want up? I’ll give you another chance if you ask nice."

Bear struggled once more. Carlotta turned up the pressure a bit more.

"OUCH! Yes!" He yelled.

"Yes what."

"Let me up!"

"Ask nice."

Bear struggled again. This time Carlotta not only twisted his arm a bit more
but scuffed the side of his hairy face with the bottom of her Oxford.

"Okay." Panted Bear. He paused then finally said, very quietly, "Please.
Please let me up."

"What?" asked Carlotta pretending not to hear.

"Please! Please let me up." He said loud enough for all to hear.

"Are you trying to say, I win?"

Bear sighed. "You win." He said loud and clear. "Now please let go. You’re
hurting me."

"Hmmm..." said Carlotta. "Well... okay you big smelly baby. I’ll let you up.
But I’m not done with you. I’m just giving you a moment to rest." And she let
his arm go.

Bear cradled his hurt arm as he staggered up and stepped back from Carlotta.
He looked down at her with such a comical, quizzical look that Carlotta had to
giggle.

That made Snake and Axle chuckle.

Bear looked from Carlotta to them, then back at Carlotta. Now he was mad all
over again.

He stepped up and grabbed her by the shoulders.

Carlotta calmly pushed his hands away, then planted her two hands in the
middle of his great gut and shoved him backwards onto his ass. Snake and Axle
fell all over each other laughing.

Bear struggled to his feet, gasping for air, and made for Snake and Axle. He
didn’t like being laughed at. But he came up short when Carlotta leaped in his
way. She smiled up at him, ready to grapple. "Running away so soon?" she
teased stepping toward him. "I haven’t even begun with you." Bear stepped
back. She stepped forward. He stepped back again. "You coward." She spat.

Bear could not take that. He dove onto her. His mass should have driven her
into the road. Instead it only bent her knees for a moment as she centered his
weight on her shoulders and flipped him over. Then she stood upright with Bear
resting across her shoulders, face up. She had a handful of hair from his head
and a handful of leg below and proceeded to crack him backwards across the
rack of her hard, thick shoulders.

Bear screamed and flailed to no avail. Carlotta skipped and jumped under him,
jarring him hard and cracking his spine every time she came down. Snake and
Axle had fallen silent again and watched open-mouthed. Muskrat was staggering
to his hands and knees.

"I give up!" Bear cried out. "You win!"

"Oh shut up." Said Carlotta. She stepped over to the tattoo parlor and cracked
Bear’s head into the door jam. "I don’t want to hear your little baby
whining."

Bear whimpered and begged but the girl just wasn’t willing to offer mercy. To
shut him up she cracked his head into the tattoo parlor a few more times.

Then Carlotta became distracted by Muskrat staggering to his feet. He was a
damn well put together man, she thought. Very pretty, too.

She skipped up to him with Bear limp on her shoulders. She raised him high
over her head. "Was this smelly boy bothering you?" she asked Muskrat.

Muskrat wiped some blood from his lip and stared wide-eyed at the scene. A
catholic school girl – a 5-star hottie – was holding Bear over her head and
talking to him. He shook his head and looked again. She was still there!

"Who the hell are you?" He whispered.

"I’m your new owner." Said Carlotta looking Muskrat up and down. It was like
the man oozed sensuality. She could sense it coming out of his entire being.
This must be like what boys usually feel coming from me, she thought.

Muskrat smiled. He could see her cheeks growing red and he could read the
signs. He stooped down and pressed his lips against hers.

Carlotta dropped Bear behind her (where he lay motionless) and threw her arms
and legs around Muskrat.

They tumbled to the ground. Carlotta rolled on top. Eventually, with Muskrat
nearly out of air, she released the kiss. "Wow." She panted. Muskrat panted
too... and rubbed her firm hams up under her skirt.

Carlotta sat up and pinned Muskrat’s shoulders to the road with her knees. She
smiled down at her next victim. He didn’t seem upset with his position.

"Who’s the tattoo artist here?" asked Carlotta.

"Uh..." stammered Snake. "I am, uh... miss... madam... mistress."

"Mistress will do." Replied Carlotta. "Take smelly boy into your shop. I want
you to tattoo ‘Property of Mistress Carlotta" on his right butt cheek."

Muskrat laughed. He didn’t understand how Carlotta had managed to best Bear,
but he was glad to have her on his side. He pretended to struggle under her as
she pinned him down.

"Don’t laugh, pretty boy." Cooed Carlotta. "You’re next."

Muskrat’s rump was seen by a lot of ladies. He had a policy of not being
"owned" by any of them. He decided that enough was enough and tried to stand.

Carlotta grabbed his wrists and pinned them by his ears. Slowly it became
clear to Muskrat that he was pinned to the road and there was nothing he could
do about it. Carlotta grinned down at him, watching the realization creep in.
He struggled and lurched. The best he could do was jiggle her around. She
giggled as he grew red in the face.

Meanwhile, it took Snake and Axle a while to drag Bear back into the shop.
They couldn’t quite lift him between them.

Several minutes later Muskrat was still struggling for all he was worth as
Carlotta giggled and giggled, still sitting on his chest. Snake came back out.
"It’s done Mistress Carlotta."

"Good." Carlotta jumped up and helped a somewhat sheepish Muskrat to his feet.
"Now this one."

Muskrat tried to run but Carlotta overtook him in five steps and marched him
into the shop with one arm pinned behind his back.

Bear sill lay out cold and face down in a corner. Carlotta’s name poked out
from the top of his low-riding jeans.

"Drop them." Commanded Carlotta as she let go of Muskrat’s arm and pointed to
his pants.

Muskrat smiled then slowly undid his thick belt. He yanked his pants to the
floor – the man was without underwear.

And the size of him made Carlotta’s heart stop for three seconds, then it came
back beating hard. She flushed red and gasped aloud, putting a hand to her
chest. She wobbled on her legs. This reaction pleased Muskrat so much that he
was soon at full attention, so to speak.

"Oh... my... god..." Carlotta gulped and managed to stammer, "So the rumors
are true."

Muskrat smiled and held his club, displaying it for her. He said, "Now who
owns who, baby?"

Carlotta’s eyes grew cold. She looked more like the hooker in a kilt now –
hardened – street-wise. "Bend over." She snarled in a husky voice. Muskrat
thought to resist for a second, but only a second. He bent over ready for
whatever she might bring.

After a brief lesson from Snake, Carlotta tattooed the words onto Muskrat’s
hard buns herself. She made sure the letters were big enough that they could
not be overlooked.

And she signed it.

Getting up from her work she dusted off her school dress, fixed her hair,
winked at a frightened Axle and bounced out the door once again the innocent
beauty.

** **

After seeing that this Carlotta chick had bitch-slapped Bear without breaking
a sweat; and how she had held him pinned in the street for several minutes for
a game and then run him down and twist his arm; Muskrat felt pretty good at
getting away with just a poorly done tattoo on his ass. How she had managed
all that was a mystery. Sure, she was hard and some real nice muscle showed
when she flexed. But she was just another hot chick, right. Actually, he
wished he knew where she lived so he could track her down and...

He decided to take out his lust at the bar. He would have Carlotta another
night.

Johnny’s bar was crawling, but most of them he had been with before. He was
looking to break new ground. There was a damn good looking older woman at a
booth, but she was obviously with someone. But she kept winking at Muskrat,
even when her old man was watching. Muskrat liked that. He decided to let her
buy him a drink. He walked over to make introductions.

One thing led to another and soon Amy (the chick) was groping him under the
table as he drank up the beer her man paid for. It became obvious immediately
that Amy called the shots and got what she wanted. Well tonight she wanted
Muskrat.

Muskrat made a hobby of older ladies. To him older was 35 to 50 (he was only
25 himself). Amy claimed to by 38 but could pass as much younger. She was in
great shape... flexible... and damn tall! Muskrat was 6 feet 4 inches and 240
pounds. Amy was every inch as tall, but 30 pounds lighter.

"You like to play rough?" She asked.

Muskrat winced. He hadn’t been rough enough for that girl. How could he...

But he flashed her his heart melting smile. "I can take anything you can throw
at me, baby." She smiled back and popped a button on his shirt. Muskrat winked
at her ineffectual old man. What was that little bastard’s name anyway? What
was he to her? Some kinda slave? And who cared so long as he kept buying? He
just sat there with his round glasses, nursing his gin.

Near closing time Muskrat slid his tongue into Amy’s ear and a hand up her
skirt. "Your place or mine?" He asked.

"Mine." Snarled Amy. Then she turned to the man whom she had not introduced.
"Bring the car around." Wordlessly he complied.

Amy and Muskrat pawed each other up in the back seat of a black limo, pushing
skirts and shirts all out of place by the time the man pulled into a swank
driveway. A butler opened the car door and let Muskrat and Amy into the house
ahead of the man without batting an eye.

Muskrat recognized the joint as he entered. It belonged to a big shot for a
factory or something. Buddies had pointed it out... buddies that worked at the
factory. Muskrat made most of his pocket money off of grateful housewives.

The place was a palace inside. The little, ineffectual man stood to one side
as the butler brought in and laid out several wrestling mats at the base of
the curving stairway. They must do this sort of thing often Muskrat thought.
He maneuvered Amy up against one of four marble pillars and ground his rod
into her groin as he felt her up and nuzzled her neck.

Panting she asked, "Has anyone really taken in... ALL of that... THING at
once?"

"You said you wanted to play rough." Retorted Muskrat.

"And so we shall." Amy grabbed his belt buckle and neck. With a grunt she
hoisted him up over a shoulder and marched out to the mats. Then she threw him
down hard on his back. "Let’s get started."

Muskrat looked up in shock at the towering Amy. Was he going to get his ass
kicked again by a woman?

"Mr. Muskrat?" spoke up the man for the first time. They both stared at him.
"If you can make dear Amy beg for mercy, there is $10,000 in it for you. I am
her husband and I am prepared to pay that sum to anyone who can make her
submit. Lord knows she has beaten me often enough."

"Wow." Said Muskrat as he regained his feet. Amy let him stand.

But she added. "Are you willing to put up some money of your own if I should
beat you?"

"Sure!" said Muskrat excited at the idea. Then he looked her over. He didn’t
want to go as high at 10 grand. He wasn’t that sure of himself anymore. "Say a
thousand?"

Amy laughed. "Sure." She said. "Now let’s play."

They circled. Amy lunged and Muskrat side-stepped. He smacked her ass and
tripped her to the ground. He fell on her but couldn’t manage to get control
of an arm. He had a wrist in his hands several times but she wrenched it free.
Soon Amy twisted out from under him and they leaped up.

They circled again.

This time when Amy lunged he managed to pick her up as she had him and slammed
her down. She was a solid woman and hit hard. Muskrat dropped on her again but
this time Amy was ready. She twisted and clamped him between her legs,
catching his arms and locking them between her legs as well. She had him
around the middle and quickly squeezed the air from his lungs.

Muskrat fought to get an arm free but couldn’t. Amy admired him calmly as he
turned red. Then she slowly coiled an arm around his neck and pressed his head
to her breast. Then she took the other hand and pressed the palm over his
mouth. She pinched his nose shut with her finger and thumb. It was simple. He
couldn’t move to stop her from smothering him with one hand on his face.

She looked down into Muskrat’s panicked eyes over her hand smother.
"Nighty-night." She purred.

Muskrat needed air. Amy denied it to him. He fought... or at least wiggled in
her grasp. He was trapped. The room began to spin and grow dark. Muskrat heard
Amy’s husband say, "Congratulations, dear. You’ve done it again."

"Get the master bedroom ready." Was her reply. Then all went black.

** **

Muskrat awoke spread eagle on silk sheets. He knew they were silk because he
was naked. He looked up at his wrists. Velvet straps held his arms to thick
dark wood bed posts. The posts towered up to a canopy.

He couldn’t see his feet (though he could tell they were tied like his hands
to posts), or his chest because there was a nicely rounded female derriere in
the way. Amy was sitting backwards on his chest. Her pink little sphincter was
his most prominent view. He felt her hands on his member and realized that he
was blue-vain hard.

"There’s no way any woman has had this entire thing inside her." She was
mumbling. "I bet I can’t get the tip of it in my mouth." And then to Muskrat’s
delight, she tried...

And failed.

"I believe he is awake, dear." That was the ineffectual husband.

Muskrat stuck his tongue up Amy’s butt as confirmation of the fact.

"Ooo!" Amy squeaked and sat up, smothering Muskrat under her ass. Then she
slid around to face him. "Hello sleeping beauty." She smiled down at him. The
heat from her muff caressed his chin.

"Wow." Panted Muskrat looking her over closely. "A natural blond. You sure
look good for 38 Amy. Hell... you look good for 21!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere. You still owe me one grand."

"Maybe I can work it off..."

Amy looked over her shoulder to where her husband must be standing. "You may
go now. I’ll send for you if you are needed."

"Yes dear." Muskrat heard a door open and close.

"You have a real strange marriage, Amy." Said Muskrat.

Amy shrugged. "Years ago he took me on as a trophy wife. Then I beefed up and
started kicking his ass. Turns out he liked it. Then I started kicking other
men’s asses and he liked watching that even more. He’s become obsessed with
finding someone who can beat me. But I think he likes watching me win anyway."

"And he doesn’t mind you screwing around?"

"Mind?" sniffed Amy. "He has asked to watch that too. But I don’t let him. It
keeps him in his place."

Amy slid forward so that her muff rested on Muskrat’s mouth. "I bet you never
thought you would be beat by a woman." She grinned.

"Oh you’re not the first." He said, muffled as he was.

"Really?" She was honestly shocked. Muskrat was a big man.

Somehow Muskrat didn’t feel ashamed to admit it. "Just the other day a school
girl pinned me. Hell. She could probably kick your ass."

SMACK!

Tears ran in Muskrat’s eyes from the pain as his cheek throbbed.

"Who is she!?!" Amy’s voice took on an animal snarl.

Muskrat was too frightened to answer.

Then realization spread on Amy’s face. "Is it that Mistress Carlotta bitch? I
saw the fresh tattoo on your ass."

Muskrat nodded.

Amy slid back and bent down. She pressed her lips to Muskrat’s ear and
whispered. "You will bring me this cunt. You will do this or I will hunt you
down in the street and beat you into a coma. Do I make myself clear?"

Muskrat nodded.

Minutes later he was running in the night clutching his cloths to his stomach.

** **

All he knew is her name and that she went to Catholic school. He sat in his
Torino as the school let out. He didn’t like doing this because several girls
tended to gather and ask for free samples. He liked taking other men’s wives
more than taking their daughters. So he sat trying to hide in his old car
instead of displayed on the saddle of his Harley.

Still, a few cheerleaders found him and begged for more.

Finally Carlotta saw him and stepped up. The attention he showed her in front
of the other girls pleased her. He knew he was raising her social status and
adding to her a reputation. He played it up, saying admiring thing to her and
opening his car door for her. She slid in, quite pleased with the stunned
looks from all the cheerleaders as they drove off.

"So you came back for more?" She asked.

"Actually..." He gulped. "I have a... kinda favor to ask."

Carlotta raised an eyebrow. "Like what? Is smelly boy bugging you again?"

"Bear? No. He’s gone into hiding." Muskrat chuckled. He had almost done that
himself.

"Well... go ahead and ask your favor, pretty boy. But be careful what you ask
for. If I feel you’re being too cheeky I’ll take it out on you." Warned
Carlotta as she curled up in the shotgun seat and admired Muskrat at the
wheel.

He coughed. How to begin asking a school girl... one that was flashing him leg
right up to her white cotton panties... that you would like her help in
beating up a middle-aged housewife? But he had been trounced by both of them.
He couldn’t deny it. And if he didn’t get Carlotta to go fight Amy, Amy was
sure to take it out on him.

"There’s this woman." He began and stopped.

"I hear there have been a lot of women."

Muskrat smiled and shrugged coyly. "This one is different." He tried again.
Carlotta let him continue. She sat admiring him. "I met her at a bar and she
took me home. She... well... she’s almost as big as me. She’s just as tall.
And she’s real strong, mistress. I can’t control her even when I get on top.
And when she gets her legs on me... well... I’m done." He glanced over at
Carlotta who sat grinning at him. "She suffocated me and tied me up." He felt
humiliated saying it. But he needed her to fight for him.

Carlotta just sat and smiled at him. He started to get uncomfortable.

"Are you asking me to go beat up some lady for you?" She finally giggled.

"Actually." Muskrat muttered as he blushed. "She has demanded that I bring you
to her."

"Demanded?" Carlotta laughed. "As if you could if I didn’t want to."

Muskrat waited. He didn’t dare suggest she was afraid. And she didn’t look at
all afraid.

"Lucky for you I want to." Said Carlotta. "You’re my property, and I don’t let
people bust up what’s mine."

"Thank you mistress." He sighed.

"Oh, you’ll thank me later." Carlotta winked. "But for now, let’s find a quiet
spot to neck."

"Yes mistress." Muskrat pulled into the woods.

** **

Muskrat was ready to explode inside. Carlotta had gotten everything she wanted
from him (several times over) but had done nothing but tease him in the back
of his car for well over three hours. He hurt between the legs.

But he managed to limp up to the mansion door and pull the bell with Carlotta
prancing behind him, humming to herself. "Nice place." She said. Muskrat
nodded and grunted.

Then the butler answered the door.

"Yeah..." Muskrat wasn’t used to talking to butlers. "Mrs... uh... Amy..."

"Ms. Reed has been expecting you." Said the butler. "Please come in."

Once inside Carlotta whistled low. She was used to money, but not on this
scale. The butler announced them. "Mr. Muskrat and Mistress Carlotta to see
you Ms. Reed."

Amy and her husband walked in.

"The mats, Chester." Said Amy.

"Of course." And he left on cat feet to bring out the wrestling mats.

Amy sauntered over to Muskrat. Carlotta slid up to Mr. Reed.

"Is that what you expect can handle me?" smirked Amy to Muskrat. "I’ll spank
that girl so she can’t walk."

Carlotta ignored her and tickled Mr. Reed under his chins. "You’re kinda
cute." She teased him as she slipped an arm into his. He blushed but seemed to
enjoy the attention.

Amy cleared her throat. Mr. Reed jumped and gently removed Carlotta’s arm.
Carlotta put it around his shoulder and held him firm enough that he couldn’t
get away. They were just the same height (5 feet 10 inch). Mr. Reed, at 50
years of age had 30 extra pounds at 195, mostly around the middle.

Carlotta licked his ear, just on the edge. "After I bust up your wife maybe we
can cuddle."

"Uh..." he stammered as a thrill ran up his spine. "As to that, dear...
young... girl... She’s so much bigger than you. Perhaps it would be wise if
you left now."

"She’s not going anywhere." Snapped Amy. "Not until I show Muskrat what she
looks like when she’s begging for mercy."

"Oh dear." Sighed Mr. Reed. "Well, miss. If you must fight the lovely Amy I
should tell you that there is $10,000 in it for you should you win... slim
chance that there is."

"How sweet." Said Carlotta not much interested. "I’ll count it out while you
lick my feet." Mr. Reed looked at her. "Would you like that?" She tickled his
chins again.

He giggled and blushed as if he were the school girl instead of her.

"Enough, tramp." Snarled Amy. "Get your ass out here."

"Excuse me for a moment." Said Carlotta to Mr. Reed.

The ladies circled each other on the mat; Amy in a white silk top and satin
shorts barely bigger than panties; Carlotta in her pleated skirt school
uniform with the white blouse, knee socks and oxford shoes. Both ladies looked
relaxed and confident. Amy eclipsed Carlotta being 6 inches taller and 45
pounds heavier.

The tall blonde dived at the little raven haired school girl. Carlotta stepped
aside and kicked her hard on the rump as she went by. Amy fell and grabbed her
stinging cheek.

"Why you little!" growled Amy as she got up and lunged again. This time
Carlotta took the full force of the charge. She upended Amy and knocked her
back on her bruised ass with her wind knocked out. Carlotta stepped up and
planted the bottom of one shoe in Amy’s shocked face, knocking her onto her
back.

Amy rolled in pain, covering her face. Carlotta circled around, winking at Mr.
Reed. "Will that be in small bills? That 10 grand? 20s and 50s? Really? Cool!"

Amy got up as Carlotta’s back was turned. She leaped on the girl and locked
her legs around her middle.

"Oh no!" groaned Muskrat. He knew how hard those legs could crush. When he saw
Amy get Carlotta in a headlock and cover her mouth and nose he covered his
eyes.

He didn’t see Carlotta race backwards into a marble pillar and cram Amy into
it. Amy’s arms and legs flew open. Carlotta stepped away from the pole and Amy
collapsed to the floor.

Smiling and effortlessly, Carlotta dragged Amy to the middle of the mat by her
hair. "Get up on all fours." She commanded. As soon as she could, Amy
complied.

Carlotta sat on her like a pony and grabbed her blond hair like reigns. "Giddy
up!" she commanded. Amy didn’t move. Carlotta dug her heels in to Amy’s gut.
"Giddy up!" She barked. Amy jumped and bucked like a bronco, still mad. "YEEE
HAW!" Shouted Carlotta as her skirt flipped up and down on the ride.

Carlotta wouldn’t let Amy stand or roll over. She kept on her, prodding her
with her heals when she slowed down her bucking. At one point Amy collapsed
but Carlotta spanked her hard until she jumped up and tried to remove her
rider again. Eventually Carlotta rode that poor woman right into the dirt. Amy
collapsed flat under her. No amount of kicks or spanking could get her to
move.

Carlotta pulled Amy’s head back by the hair. Amy was covered in sweat and
completely exhausted and in pain. Carlotta was as fresh as a rose... maybe her
long hair was mussed a bit. "Don’t tell me you give up already!" She taunted.
"I was told you could put up a fight! You’re not even making my top 5 list!"

Amy didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She only sucked air.

Carlotta got up. Easy as pie, she lifted Amy up over her head and slammed her
to the mat, this time on her back. Carlotta walked casually around to stand
over Amy’s head. She blew a kiss to Mr. Reed then slipped off and kicked off
her panties in his direction. He stooped and picked them up, holding them to
his nose.

Carlotta lifted the edges of her skirt and sat down gently onto Amy’s waiting,
semi- conscious face eclipsing it with her round buns.

Amy struggled for a bit as Carlotta fixed her hair, but soon the lack of air
took its toll and her arms thumped down at her sides. Carlotta moved down to
sit on Amy’s tummy and felt her neck. "Just enough." She declared. "She’ll
come around after a while."

"Holy fucking God." Gasped Muskrat.

"Yeah I know." Said Carlotta making muscles. "I am all that."

"Oh my dear..." whispered Mr. Reed.

"Say sugar-muffin," Said Carlotta, winking at Mr. Reed. "how ‘bout that 10
grand now?"

"Chester! The strong box." said Mr. Reed rubbing the panties on his cheek.

"Yes sir." Said the butler and he ducked away.

"Do we need Muskrat anymore sugar-muffin?" asked Carlotta in her cutsie girl
voice.

Chester returned holding a metal box. "Chester." Said Mr. Reed happily. "See
Mr. Muskrat to the door."

"Yes sir."

Muskrat went quietly. What else could he do? That night he found one of his
old flames at the bar. She begged for it, so he took home and took all his
frustration out on her. For once, a woman took it all.

** **

Carlotta sat on Amy and pretended to count a pile of money. Actually she was
just making a mess of it while Mr. Reed lay on his belly and liked her now
bare feet. She was curious about this strange little man.

"What turns you on, sugar muffin?" she asked.

"You do, Mistress Carlotta."

"Yes, I know." She smiled. What else was he going to say? "But I mean, what
are your interests. This beast I tamed for you was quite a choice for wife.
But you paid me a bundle to take her down a peg for you. Why?"

Mr. Reed stopped sucking her big toe for a moment. "Amy got stronger after we
married." He recalled. I mean, she was always big enough to take me, and I
enjoyed that. But I’m not that big. Then she started working out. Soon she was
big enough to take on anybody." He looked up at Carlotta smiling down at him.
"Well... almost anybody."

"Go on."

"At first I enjoyed that. But then she started... well... having sex with the
men she would beat up. I didn’t mind that so much because at first she let me
watch. But then she started shutting me out."

"She didn’t even let you watch her have extramarital sex? She’s a pig!" spat
Carlotta.

"Would you marry me, Mistress?" Mr. Reed blurted out. "You could have
everything! I could be divorced from Amy in three days!"

Carlotta smiled at him.

"No." Mr. Reed sighed. "You wouldn’t do that."

"No, sugar-muffin." Admitted Carlotta. She felt Amy coming to under her. She
added. "But I’ll come back now and then and let you cuddle with me. And we can
play-fight. And if this hag doesn’t let you watch when she’s fucking around,
well you just let me know and I’ll set her straight." Carlotta pulled Amy’s
hair, yanking her head high off the floor. "You got that, hag?"

"Yes Mistress Carlotta." Gasped Amy. "Anything you say."

"Of course." She dropped Amy’s head. "And I want to see both of you down at
the Skin Deep tattoo parlor tomorrow around 3:30. Snake is going to mark you
both as my property."

"Yes Mistress Carlotta." They said together.

** **

The next afternoon Snake had several versions of the Carlotta tattoo for her
to review. The heart with barbed wire and blood was too gory. The scroll and
knife was too cold. In the end she chose one that showed her hair and eyes
above fading into the words below. Snake was an artist and captured a sultry
yet powerful look in Carlotta’s deep brown eyes.

Along with the Reeds, Bear was there to get his finished as was Muskrat.
Joining them were Shannon Duffy and her twin brothers plus the big black
Jamaican, Mercy Brown. All were subjects of Mistress Carlotta. She was
amassing quite a following with her conquests. As they waited some of them
gravitated to others.

Mercy took an immediate interest in Bear, who was delighted at the idea though
a bit intimidated. Mercy took just a moment to demonstrate to Bear that she
too could beat him in combat holding him up off the ground in a punishing bear
hug.

Amy Reed begged Carlotta to let her play with the twins Ted and Tom. She
cuddled with them and they with her as her husband sat at the feet of Mistress
Carlotta gazing up in admiration. Shannon couldn’t keep her eyes off of
Muskrat, who was hot to get to know here. But Carlotta forbade it. She knew
they would sneak it in behind her back. And she told them she would enjoy
beating them for it.

By late that evening everyone had been branded except Carlotta. She told Snake
even his skill could not improve on how she looked already. And he had to
agree.

And so they wondered into the night.

** **

Amy took the twins home in her limo. Amy being 38, 6 feet 4 inches and 210
pounds made the twins act with some respect even as she lounged all over them
in the back seat. Each of them was the same weight and height as Amy but much
younger at 25. Amy could have past for 25.

"You boys look athletic." She purred.

As Ted ran his hands up and down her long smooth legs Tom caressed her bosom
and nibbled her ear. "Yes’m." he whispered. "We both played college football
and wrestled."

"You don’t say. So you think you’re pretty tough?"

Ted kissed her just above the knee. "We used to until we got beat by our
little sister and Mercy and of course, Carlotta." He said.

"Everyone gets beat by Carlotta." Amy agreed. "But it sounds like you boys are
just doormats. Even that little sister of yours can take you? She’s so tiny."

"She’s tougher than she looks!" protested Tom. "You know, she beat Carlotta a
year ago."

"I don’t believe it." Snapped Amy.

"Ask Mistress Carlotta." Said Ted. "She beats our sister all the time now, but
the first time they met Shannon won."

"Still." Said Amy guiding Tom’s hands along her body so he could feel her
muscular tummy and sides. "Do you think you could take me?" Ted squeezed her
powerful thigh in both hands and couldn’t dent it. They didn’t answer.

A year ago they would have known they could. But now?

Amy helped them. "How about both of you at once?"

"You mean tag team?" asked Ted.

"No. Together. I can take both of you at once and beat you."

The boys shook their head. "No you couldn’t. There is no possible..."

From the front came Mr.Reed’s voice. "$10,000 says she can."

"You’re on!" Shouted Tom.

Chester, the butler saw them from the car to the house and brought out the
mats. Once everything was ready Ted and Tom circled Amy from opposite sides.
When Ted finally plunged in Amy grabbed his arm and sent him hurling on into
Tom. They both crumpled. Amy smiled and waited.

Stunned but undaunted they circled her again. This time Ted faked a lung and
when Amy was distracted Tom lunged for real. He got her in a full nelson. Ted
stepped in sideways and leveled an elbow into her gut.

Amy lifted her legs up and caught Ted in them. She crushed his air out and he
toppled, bringing Amy and Tom with. In the fall Amy broke free from Tom’s hold
and caught him in a headlock. Now she had Ted gasping between her legs and Tom
choking with his face smothered by her chest.

She kept them down for a few minutes then let them go. She was the first to
her feet as they each gulped for air. She circled around behind Tom.

When he was on his feet she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned swinging.
Amy ducked then stiff-armed him into Ted. They fell all over each other again
as Amy laughed.

Before they could untangle Amy stepped over them. She caught them back to back
between her legs and scissored them both at once. She slid down to her side
with them trapped between her punishing legs. She smirked as they turned
purple.

Then she slithered her long arms around both necks and pulled them close. She
wrapped her arms and did a cross-over hand-smother, getting both twins at
once, back to back. Like a constricting snake she kept applying more pressure,
denying them air.

5 minutes and 28 seconds into the fight both boys were out cold.

"Shall I prepare the master bedroom, Ms. Reed?" asked Chester.

"No. Take them down to the dungeons – the inquisition room." Said Amy
surveying the sleeping boys with her hands on her hips. The two of them should
be fun.

Mr. Reed cleared his throat.

"Oh. And Chester..." Amy said.

"Yes?"

"Set Mr. Reed up comfortably in the corner with easy access to snacks and
beverages. He will be watching tonight."

"Of course." Sniffed Chester as if such a thing was to be expected.

** **

Meanwhile Mercy invited herself home to Bear’s house where she met his old
lady. Bear tired to stop her but Mercy insisted.

Now, Mercy, 21 years old, standing 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 215
curvaceous pounds was a bit smaller than Bear (6 feet 6 inches, 320 pounds and
37 years old). But she was just a bit bigger than Mrs. Bear who stood an even
6 feet and tipped the scale at 195 just past her 29th birthday.

Despite being smaller Mrs. Bear, or Babs as she is called, was frothing mad
that Bear had brought home a woman... a big gorgeous one at that.

"Bear!" She shouted. "Get that whore out of here!"

"Now Babs." Said Bear in his softest growl.

"Whore?" Shouted Mercy. "You got some beggin’ to do bitch!" Her big hand came
down hard on the side of Babs’ face and slapped the smaller woman all the way
out of the living room and into the kitchen. Bear tried to stand in the way
but Mercy picked him up and threw him out of the way.

"Shit." He murmured. "I hope the cops don’t show up."

When Mercy made it to the kitchen Babs was on her feet. Mercy planted a big
foot in her face and sent Babs to the counter. There was a sink full of soapy
water. Mercy grabbed Babs by the hair and held her head under.

Babs bucked and kicked but couldn’t get free.

Mercy pulled her head up, looked her over, then dunked her again. "You still
ugly." She snarled. "You need more washin’."

With her head under a second time Babs sent an elbow into Mercy’s gut. Mercy
buckled just a bit on impact. In that moment Babs managed to force her head
up. She gulped air, dripped water and saw where Mercy’s big naked foot was
planted. Mercy snarled and dunked Babs’ head under again. Babs stomped the
heel of her army boot right on Mercy’s painted toes.

Mercy howled, let go and hopped back. Then while the big woman was off balance
Babs plowed into her, knocking her to the ground.

Babs landed on top and grabbed Mercy’s hair. She bounced that dark head on
cold tile 4 times before Mercy rolled her off.

Mercy got her hands on Babs’ throat and slowly raised up to be on top. Babs’
turned red before she finally pushed Mercy’s hands off her neck. With a
war-cry she used her legs to flip the big woman over.

Mercy came down hard on her back. Babs flipped over and drove a knee into her
chest. She hopped up and delivered another in her stomach. Mercy rolled in
pain and tried to breath. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

"Thanks for comin’ whore!" Spat Babs. "I haven’t had a good fight in ages."
She continued to stomp on Mercy with her boots until Bear crawled in, begging
her to stop before she killed her.

Mercy lay flat out on the kitchen floor – out cold. Babs stomped on her head
one more time.

Then she walked over to Bear. He remained on his knees.

"Glove!" She snapped.

"Please no..." begged the big man.

"GLOVE!" She shouted.

Bear, trembling, reached into a drawer and handed Babs a shark skin covered
glove. Lead dust was sown into pouches along the back.

Babs slowly slipped it on as Bear whimpered and begged to be forgiven.

Then Babs gave him a backhand that almost broke his jaw. "Don’t you ever bring
home no filthy whores no more!"

"Yes dear." He mumbled as best he could from the floor next to Mercy.

** **

And as Carlotta watched from the bushes, Muskrat climbed the trellis at
Shannon’s parent’s home up to her bedroom balcony. Such a predictable little
horn-dog he is. Thought Carlotta.

Amy, at 5 feet 9 inches tall, 145 solid pounds and 18 years old stood beaming
admiration up at Muskrat as he slipped over the rail to her balcony. Muskrat
was 6 feet 4 inches and 240 pounds of pulsing 25 year old man. Shannon’s heart
leaped. She had been in some hot petting matches before but she had to-date
hung on to her virginity. Would she make it through this night? Muskrat looked
like he had ways of making her change her mind.

And he started using them right away. His big expert hands massaged her
shoulders and back as he nibbled around her neck. Before Shannon knew it he
had unhooked her bra and had his hands up under the cups.

Her first instinct was to fight – to throw him across the room. But it felt so
damn good – she could always do that later.

Those knowledgeable hands roamed all over her. He played her like a fine
violin, occasionally venturing to dip his fingers down her panties, bringing
them up as she started to stiffen up.

By the fifth such trip down the top of her skirt she forgot to act like she
didn’t love it. Muskrat turned up the heat. Shannon panted harder, and moaned
and writhed under his touch. Soon she was wearing only a skirt and one sock,
and those were half off. Everything else was on the floor.

Shannon melted into the surges of ecstasy that ran up and down her body like
waves pounding a shore mercilessly breaking down her resolve. It was like
being hurled into one of her romance novels – bodice rippers as her brothers
called them. They were right, she finally admitted to herself. If she had a
bodice on at that moment she would be ripping it off. Through the physical joy
a small voice – an unwelcome voice – a voice that should mind its own business
– warned her that she was being manipulated – that Muskrat was in charge.

Just a little more, she thought. He felt so good. How did he know so much
about her body? She couldn’t even make herself feel this good when she was
alone.

Without her knowing Muskrat slipped his pants down. He cuddled up close behind
her and pressed his massive log in between her butt cheeks and up to her
shoulder blades – warming the shaft. It felt like a hot fence post.

Shannon let out a chirp and stiffened up all over.

"Don’t worry baby... Everything is under control. I’ll be gentle." purred
Muskrat in her ear.

Under control? Shannon knew she wasn’t under control. At least not under her
own control. She grabbed Muskrat and threw him to the floor in front of her.
Still panting and flushed with passion she looked him over. Seeing him naked
only made things worse.

She dropped on him and stuck her tongue down his throat. He rubbed his tool
into her belly and she rubbed back.

"NO!" she snapped and jumped up.

"What do you mean no!?!" yelled back Muskrat. He had worked hard to get this
far and felt he deserved to continue. It was obvious Shannon was having a good
time. Where was his, he wondered.

In a flurry Shannon grabbed Muskrat by a leg and marched to the balcony.

"WAIT!" He shouted as he dragged behind her. He tried to get up but he
couldn’t free his leg from her grip.

Shannon picked him up like a baby and tossed him over the edge, but kept her
hand on that one ankle.

Muskrat stifled a scream. "Please!" He gasped. "What did I do wrong?"

"You!" panted Shannon not from exertion but still from her pounding heart and
desire. "You know what you did!"

"Please don’t kill me." He whimpered.

"Kill you?" Shannon was slowly calming down. "Kill you?" She put her free hand
on her breast and looked at him. Even dangling upside down he looked damn
good. Was there a woman who ever took all of that thing in at once? She
wondered.

"Please." He whispered.

She still wanted him. But could she trust her own passion? Standing there
dangling him she had an idea. "You have to agree to be bound hand and foot.
Then I’ll have my way with you without your... shenanigans!"

"Shenan... Now come on baby..." He remembered the blue-ball he got from
Carlotta not long ago. He didn’t want that again.

"It’s either that or I let go." Shannon bounced him up and down in the air by
his leg.

He looked down at the ground three stories over his head. The way it swayed
made him woozy.

"You win. Now pull me up... Please?"

Shannon pulled him back in and he fell to her feet thanking her. They slipped
back into her room and Shannon found a couple of useful straps.

** **

In the bushes below Shannon’s balcony, Carlotta chuckled. She made a note to
get back at them both for disobeying her later. Let them have the night first.

All in all it had been a productive few days. She had made new friends. She
had started an army of branded beasts who would do her bidding (after a little
more discipline). And she had made nice with a millionaire who seemed bent on
giving her money.

Not bad for a girl with her 17th birthday still a month away.