Chapter 6
Roberta Jean once again had Mary Lynn bound on her back. This was a new day, and a new sadomasochistic sex session.
Roberta Jean said, "Now I am going to give you a serious fucking. I am going to give you a fucking that you are never going to forget."
Mary Lynn could hear something threatening in the woman's voice.
"Are, are you going to fuck me with Mr. Jojo again?" the girl said.
"No."
"Then, what, what are you going to do?" Mary Lynn stammered.
"I am going to fuck you with my fist," the woman said.
"But there is no way your fist is going to fit inside me.
"I am just going to have to make it fit, babycakes," Roberta Jean said.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN THE CORNER CLOSEST TO THE SOUTH SIDE OF THE ARENA, ROBERTA JEAN MUMM! IN THE CORNER CLOSEST TO THE NORTH SIDE OF THE ARENA, BAD BERTHA BUTT.
The crowd always cheered Bertha Butt, and they booed Roberta Jean. The two women met in the center of the ring, knee deep in chocolate pudding.
"Bitch."
"Cunt."
"Fart face."
"Asshole."
"Scum."
"Whore."
"Cocksucker."
"Motherfucker."
Those sitting near the ring were lucky enough to hear the verbal exchange between Roberta Jean and Bertha. Then Roberta Jean got Bertha in a head lock.
"Say uncle."
"Fuck you."
"Say uncle!"
"FUCK YOU!"
Roberta Jean kicked out of the hold and threw a quick right hand that struck Roberta Jean in the cheekbone. Roberta Jean reeled backwards from the blow, into the ropes. Roberta Jean would have gone down if it hadn't been for the ropes and the crowd began to cheer. The crowd was on their feet. Bertha continued on the offensive.
Roberta Jean regained her composure and managed to give Bertha a head butt, opening a gash in Bertha's forehead.
Blood.
A lot of blood.
Roberta Jean liked that. Roberta Jean was one of those women who, like sharks, went in for the kill when she saw blood.
Roberta Jean threw a series of right hands and then a big left hook. Bertha was down. Dazed. Roberta Jean leaped on top of her and began to pummel Bertha's face with a series of punches.
From the front row the owner nodded at the bouncers, who removed their shoes and socks, rolled up their trousers, and climbed into the chocolate pudding to pull Roberta Jean off of the bleeding Bertha. Roberta Jean remembered it well.
"Please don't do this to me, please," the girl said. "Why not?"
"It will cause me a tremendous amount of pain," the woman said.
"You'll get into it after a while, you know," the woman said.
"I don't think so, no I don't think that is the case at all."
"I am going to give you ultimate pleasure with my fist."
"No."
"I am going to give you the world's largest orgasm," the woman said. "I don't-"
"I am going to fuck your pussy inside out with my fist."
"I fear that this might be the literal truth," the girl said.
"First I am going to make you come. You know how?"
"No, Roberta Jean," Mary Lynn said, sounding subservient.
"I am going to make you come by rubbing your clit with my nipple."
"Unwnmmmmm, that is a most sensuous notion, mistress," the girl said.
"Think nothing of it, slave. I will enjoy it too," the woman said.
Roberta Jean rubbed her whole tit against Mary Lynn's whole cunt.
"Yes, you are going to make me come, yessssss," the girl said.
Roberta Jean rubbed the clit with her nipple until Mary Lynn had the fleshquake.
"Now it is time got the fist fucking," the woman said.
"Please-"
"Hush."
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN THE RED CORNER OF THE RING, KNEE DEEP IN THE MUD, THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, ROBERTA JEAN MUMM!
The crowd booed.
IN THE BLUE CORNER, THE NUMBER ONE CHALLENGER IN THE WORLD ACCORDING TO MUD MAGAZINE, TINA MILLER!
The crowd went nuts.
The women met at the center of the ring and clamped onto each other's shoulders. They circled. Slowly. Slowly.
Then Roberta Jean got the action started and she threw a stiff left hand that broke Tina's nose. Blood began to flow.
. Tina unexpectedly threw herself backward against the ropes and leaped. It was a flying drop kick, and it had caught Roberta Jean by surprise. Bad news.
Both feet struck Roberta Jean in the side of the face. She was groggy.
She saw stars. The crowd went nuts. They thought Roberta Jean was beaten. Roberta Jean was wondering at that stunned moment if she were about to complete this bout with a busted jaw.
One side of Roberta Jean's face was swollen for two weeks after the bout with Tina Miller in the mud.
Roberta Jean would never quite know where she summoned up the courage, but she rose from the mud with a wound up tight roundhouse left that struck Tina Miller on the point of her chin, knocking her out cold. Roberta Jean rose slowly to her feet and stood for the photographers with her foot on Tina's tummy. Tina landed face up so nobody worried about her drowning in the mud.
Roberta Jean put a black leather glove on her right hand..
"What, what are you doing that for, mistress?" the girl said.
"I do not want my hand to get any blood on it," the woman said.
Mary Lynn, upon hearing the response, was sorry she asked.
"Can you feel that orgasm relaxing the muscles at the sides of your vulva?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Roberta Jean adjusted the leather glove so that it was on as snugly as possible. She adjusted the glove both at the wrist and between the fingers.
Roberta Jean then rubbed the tips of her leather clad fingers up and down the entire length of the girl's pink gash.
Then Roberta Jean worked the tip of her middle finger in between Mary Lynn's inner cunt lips. Roberta Jean inserted that finger.
"Ummmmmmm," the girl said.
"Like that?"
"Yes."
"There is more."
"I know. I am trying not to think about that part," the girl said.
"Just relax. Let your cunt stretch. It is like childbirth only in reverse."
"That is not a very pleasant image either, Roberta Jean."
"Perhaps I am only pretending that I am trying to calm your nerves."
"Perhaps," the girl said.
Roberta Jean wiggled her finger around inside Mary Lynn's cunt. Roberta Jean then worked her finger in and out. Roberta Jean pushed her forefinger up inside Mary Lynn's pink poontang along with her middle finger, and the dominatrix bitch finger-fucked Mary Lynn's cunt with both fingers at the same time.