Sunny McKay Pornstar: Chapter 5 "Darrian in
the Dungeon" by Kim and Ginny (with help from the world renown
'simguy' with the fights)
PREVIOUSLY - Sunny had been ambushed by PJ Sparxx
on stage during her show. After PJ embarrassed her in public,
Sunny had endured a prolonged private humiliation at the hands
of Zara Whites. Now, club manager Jeanna Fine has called Sunny
to her office to lay out the 'facts of life' for our heroine.
(The following is based on real facts. Some names were changed.)
"I work alone," Sunny hissed, shifting
her legs uncomfortably as Jeanna ogled her nude body.
Sunny didn't mind showing off her body, in fact she
got off on it; but off the screen or the stage she was uncharacteristically
modest considering she made her living as a porn actress and stripper.
She was certain it had something to do with her strict religious
upbringing as the adopted daughter of an Australian outback ranch
family. All she knew about her birth mother was what her parents
had told her; that she'd been a Hollywood actress in the 60's.
Sunny assumed that's where she got her penchant for putting herself
on display.
"You work with PJ," Jeanna snarled as she
jabbed at Sunny with her cigar. "Your contract says you do
a month here, it don't say nothin' about you doing a solo. Besides,
with PJ and you on stage together, we'll rake in a lot more money.
I'll make it worth your while, you and PJ both. Don't tell me
a couple thousand more won't soothe any bruises to your ego."
"Yeah, but it's not my ego I'm worried about,"
Sunny muttered with one of her famous pouts.
"Oh, that sweet ass of yours'll take a few bumps
and bruises, sure" Jeanna smiled. "But it'll be worth
it if ol' PJ can teach you to take orders. You're too haughty,
missy, it's about time somebody took you down a peg or two. From
what I saw out there tonight, Sparxx can do it. You'll get co-equal
billing but every night when you're on she'll come out and interrupt
your act - just like tonight. You try to push her off and after
that, you two improvise. You fight and whoever gets the upper
hand for the night takes the lead. If you don't like to lose,
just beat her. Otherwise, what you got tonight is what you can
look forward to for the rest of your run."
"What? I can't stand THREE more weeks of this
crap!" Sunny gasped. "This is bullshit!"
"If you don't like it," Jeanna laughed.
"Figure out how a way to beat her. But you'll be pleased
to know I've arranged for you to get some badly needed practice."
Sunny stared at Jeanna, her brow furrowing, "What're
you up to now?"
Jeanna laughed and leaned back in her chair rolling
the thick big black cigar between her lips. "Every year the
clubs in Amsterdam have a contest. More of a tournament really.
Each club enters a girl; they draw names; they fight. The winning
club and their girl split the prize money. Each club puts up a
thousand dollars US, so it amounts to a nice little haul. You're
gonna be our representative."
Sunny leaped to her feet, slammed her hands down
on the desk and screamed at Jeanna red-faced, "ME! Are you
crazy? Why me? Send that psycho Sparxx or even your little slut
Zara. I don't do that stuff! I'm an actress or a dancer, not a
fighter."
"You don't have any choice," Jeanna said
calmly. "Your contract says you haveta do public relations
events to promote your appearance. Well sweet cheeks, this is
a public relations event and as the club manager, I determine
you're the one we want. Besides, there's no way I risk Zara getting
hurt in a stupid fight. As for PJ, well she basically refused.
Since she's not under contract to us, there really ain't much
I can do. PJ says you're tougher'n you look and suggested I enter
you. After we 'discussed' it, I agreed you'd be perfect. First
match is this weekend, so you better get ready."
"This is insane," Sunny protested as she
jumped up and slammed her hands down on Jeanna's desk top.
"Listen," Jeanna said as she leaped up.
She walked around the desk and put her arm around Sunny's waist,
then jerked Sunny around so they were belly to belly. "You
don't fight and what happened to you tonight will be a cakewalk
compared to the next three weeks. Zara and PJ can do things to
you even your twisted little blonde mind can't imagine,"
she said tapping Sunny's head. "Besides, you forget I saw
you box Heather Hunter. You can handle these Amsterdam bimbos.
What're you afraid of? Getting your collagened lips more swollen?
Some big, tough Dutch dyke slapping your perky little boobs? Bull!
You love putting on a show for the fans; everybody in the business
knows you get wet just at the thought of performing. This is just
another show."
"What if I refuse?" Sunny asked, hoping
there was a way out of her predicament.
"You refuse to fulfill the terms of your contract,"
Jeanna said. "And we'll sue your ass for all it's worth,"
as she gave Sunny's butt a spank for emphasis.
"What if I gave them back my advance?"
Sunny asked. "We can cancel the contract and I'll give you
back the prorated portion of my advance?"
"I don't know if they'd let you out of the contract
or not, but at least you'd have to give back the ENTIRE advance
- with interest. You won't get a singlee gilder for the week you've
already played and I'd recommend you pay for lost business the
rest of the month plus the cost of finding a replacement on short
order."
Sunny shoved Jeanna away and turned her back on the
club manager. She didn't want Jeanna to see her face while she
pretended to think about her offer.
She had no choice but to go along. She'd already
spent her entire salary advance and desperately needed all the
money she could get her hands on. If she got lucky and won the
tournament, her share of the prize money would mean she wouldn't
have to work the rest of the year. She figured, "Maybe it'll
give my career the boost it needs. It could be a blessing in disguise,"
or so she convinced herself.
Jeanna was right, of course, Sunny's contract didn't
give her any option. Besides, the thought of getting back in a
boxing ring (in front of a live audience) was enough to convince
her anyway. Since her loss to Heather, Sunny had wondered if she'd
done some things differently would she have done better. She knew
she could have, should have, beaten Heather who was much smaller.
This time, Sunny vowed to fight smart and make Jeanna proud of
her. Besides, after PJ saw her fight she'd be more careful messing
with her in the show.
"OK," Sunny said as she turned back around
and jutted out her chin defiantly. "I'll do it."
After Sunny left the office, Jeanna sat on the corner
of her desk and dabbed with her toe at a small wet spot on the
carpet where Sunny had been standing. She chuckled as she shook
her head at how excited Sunny got just at the thought of performing
for an audience. She swung her legs around, picked up the phone
and dialed from memory. "She's in," Jeanna told the
person at the other end; hung up, took a puff on her big cigar,
tilted her head back and blew a smoke ring. "Enjoy your show
Sunshine," she laughed. "I know we will."
Later, while Jeanna was rubbing ointment on Sunny's
red and aching breasts, Zara had burst into Sunny's dressing room
ranting at Jeanna, accusing her of infidelity in their relationship.
After a brief screaming match, Zara stormed out, threatening to
make Sunny sorry. Jeanna, apparently rattled by her lovers ire,
turned her attention to her headliner's bruised bosom and told
Sunny, "Don't worry," she plucked at Sunny's hard little
nipples which came instantly erect, "she'll be over it in
the morning."
But Zara didn't wait for morning to 'get over it.'
She went straight to Jeanna's office, looked up a number in her
rolodex and made a call to someone.
Sunday it was cold and rainy outside and as Sunny
sat on a wooden bench in a cramped, unheated dressing room with
12 other women in various stages of undress the atmosphere was
no less cool. A hundred feet away, on the other side of the basement
under the "Dungeon Club" another group of women was
sitting awaiting their turn in an identical room.
Upstairs, Jeanna sat nervously biting her nails as
she watched one of the fights. Below her in a walled pit, a busty
German stripper straddled the waist of a downed American. The
German's meaty fists thumped into the soft flesh of the naked
Yanks big breasts until she screamed out her surrender. Then the
German stopped hitting her and moved up, covering the younger
woman's face with her shaved pussy, jerking her head forward by
the hair and rubbing herself on the Yank as the audience jeered.
The match had been one of the shorter ones of the half dozen Jeanna
had seen - and the climax far gentler than any. The German got
her satisfaction, stood, kicked her weeping opponent in the ribs,
flexed her muscular arms, then strode imperiously from the arena
to polite, but unenthusiastic, applause.
Jeanna inhaled deeply, wiped a bead of sweat from
her upper lip and took a sip of champagne as she looked around
the arena. It was a throwback to a Roman or medieval venue. The
room was round, with 12 rows of plush seats back from the edge
of the "pit" as the ring was called for good reason.
In The Dungeon Club fights were held in an 8' deep well about
15' in diameter with wood walls and a hard-pack dirt floor (better
to absorb blood which was often spilled during the fights.) The
only way in or out was through a single door and, once the door
was shut behind them, neither woman was allowed out until the
fight ended. The rules were few and simple. No deliberately disfiguring
(the women were entertainers after all) and moves that were inherently
life threatening were 'discouraged' - although none was specifically
forbidden. Deciding the winner was also easy. The fight ended
when one woman was unconscious, too badly hurt to continue or
gave up. Four judges at ringside watched the action and ending
the fight required at least three of them to concur. If not, the
match continued until it reached a 'satisfactory' conclusion.
In the current match, the redhead fought hard, but
was clearly overmatched against her blonde opponent. Jeanna couldn't
figure out why the judges allowed it to end so quickly when earlier
matches went long past the point where the redhead was permitted
to surrender. But she knew politics in this tournament were more
important than ability. Either the redhead was a favorite of a
club member or perhaps they were letting the blonde conserve her
stamina for her next match. Whatever, no one seemed to mind since
the result was 'right' based on the abilities displayed by both
women.
Jeanna looked at the sheet listing fights scheduled
that evening. Sunny was in the final match which meant she had
to sit in the dressing room and worry as one woman after another
returned from a match showing the wear and tear of combat on their
exquisite bodies. Jeanna wished Sunny's match were earlier so
it'd be over and done, but the draw put her in the last fight
of the weekend. Worse, neither she nor Sunny knew who the opponent
was, just the name of her club. It was across town and this month
there were over a dozen international stars appearing, any one
of whom may be the one facing Sunny.
As the next to last match got underway between a
buxom Black dancer from the waterfront and a willowy blonde with
several tattoos on her body, Jeanna leaned over and began a whispered
conversation with the club owner who had just arrived and was
seated next to her. His club backed the girl who was paired with
Sunny so Jeanna tried to find out who it was. It took some work,
including a quick blowjob as the Black dancer beat the blondes
face to a bloody pulp, but as Jeanna wiped her mouth and took
a swig of champagne to get the taste out of her mouth, she got
a real shock!
"You paid too high a price for the name,"
the owner laughed. "Your girl Zara called last night and
I already told her it's Racquel Darrian. I'm surprised she didn't
let you in on the secret."
Jeanna gasped and her face went pale as the import
of his words sank in. Zara knew who Sunny would fight last night
- and she hadn't told her!
"What the hell's that devious bitch up to now?"
Jeanna muttered.
Jeanna was so intent on Zara and her possible treachery,
she didn't hear the announcer call the final names of the contestants
for the final contest....Sunny and Racquel Darrian.
Beneath the stands, in a dank corridor that reeked
of stale sweat, dried blood, mold and mildew, Sunny looked up
and recognized the face of the woman walking toward her. She knew
Racquel from the dance circuit and from far too many years of
them both earning a living making 'adult' films although they'd
never worked together.
"You're the one?" Sunny mumbled. "I'm
fighting YOU?"
Racquel grinned and nodded, "Yep, but don't
worry hon. I'll take it easy. Wouldn't wanna deprive you of a
chance to take Jeanna away from that slut Zara."
"Huh? Me and Jeanna? What've you been smokin'?
I've NO interest in Jeanna, in fact, I wish she'd stop coming
on to me and leave me alone. The way she keeps touching me is
creepy. I think she's gone out of her mind, if you ask me."
Racquel eyed Sunny's costume and grinned. The blonde
had a heavy black leather bra, matching leather bikini bottom
and a pair of her famous 'cut-out' crotchless pantyhose. The outfit
was completed by a black leather motorcycle cap and leather, fingerless
gloves - hopefully to protect her dainty knuckles. Sunny's feet
were bare except for the pantyhose.
Racquel, by comparison, had gone for a minimalist
look; just a g-string, cowboy boots and like Sunny, fingerless
gloves. She knew what Sunny didn't; the judges and audience didn't
care what, or how little, the women wore - only how well they
fought.
The attendant slid back a heavy bolt on the gate
and pulled the door open with a loud, creaking sound. Sunny blinked
and turned away when the spotlight shined on her, momentarily
blinding her. Then she followed Racquel into the pit, looking
up in awed surprise at the steeply banked seats filled with people
leaning forward to assess the combatants - and no doubt wagering
among themselves on who will prevail. Sunny looked down and realized
her hands were trembling.
When Sunny heard herself introduced, she gave a quick
wave, then stepped back and leaned against the wall for support
in case her knocking knees buckled. Racquel acknowledged her own
introduction. Then a man in a striped shirt appeared and called
them to the middle of the pit where he began to go over the rules
for them. As he talked, Sunny's eyes flicked nervously from side
to side and then down at the dirt floor. She tried to listen to
what the man was saying, turning to stare intently at him, but
his English was thickly accented and she had trouble understanding
him.
As he spoke, Racquel dragged the toe of her boot
in the dirt, ignoring his words. As the man seemed to be nearing
the end of his speech, Racquel noticed Sunny was staring down
at the floor and she kicked dirt on Sunny's stockinged feet to
get her attention.
"Hey! Look at me bitch! You'll have plenty of
chances to see the dirt up close later."
Then the referee wrapped up his instructions, "...and
no low hitting. Iss all understanded?"
"You mean like this?" Racquel said then
drove her hard fist very low and very deep into the taller blonde's
still relaxed tummy. Sunny's mouth opened, but no sound came out;
just all the air in her lungs. Her knees buckled and she started
sinking to her knees on the dirt floor. But Racquel moved quickly
and, while the ref just turned his back on the fighters and walked
away, she grabbing Sunny's blonde hair in both hands, then held
Sunny's head still and smashed her forehead to Sunny's nose. Sunny
stumbled backward, her lithe legs quivering as she grabbed her
face with her little gloved hands. Blood from her broken nose
oozed between her fingers as Sunny staggered, trying not to fall.
Racquel followed, intent on inflicting more damage.
As Sunny reeled back, Racquel grabbed her under the arms and muscled
her back step by step until, with a powerful surge, she slammed
Sunny's back against the rough wood planks so hard the crowd heard
her grunt over the noise in the arena.
Racquel sized up her wounded victim, then plowed
another punch still lower in Sunny's belly, bringing it up from
her knees. Sunny's body jackknifed forward as she struggled to
keep her feet as her ravaged body convulsed in pain. Racquel uppercut
her in her bloody face, spinning Sunny's head like it's on a swivel
and rocking her backward onto her heels. Sunny threw out both
arms as she splayed on the wall, her fingers clutching at the
rough wood just trying to stay upright.
With a cocky grin, Racquel wound up and fired a hard,
straight right hand at the little button tip of Sunny's bleeding
nose. But Sunny dipped to the side - whether from a delayed reaction
to the previous blow or by design is still debated among those
who witnessed it. Whatever the cause, Racquel's fist slammed not
into Sunny's nose but into the wooden plank behind her. Racquel
cried in pain and danced away holding her fist while Sunny stumbled
and staggered along the wall, shaking her head and trying to get
a mouthful of air back in her searing lungs.
When Sunny finally looked up and saw Racquel hunched
over in pain, she walked over and smacked the brunette in the
face with a left jab that snapped her head. Another jab backed
Racquel up a step as she kept shaking her numb right hand, trying
to restore feeling. When Sunny realized Racquel's right hand was
hurt, she squared her body, lowered her shoulder and started pounding
her fists at Racquel's torso, thumping her soft mid-section and
the full swell of her firm breasts. Racquel grunted as each blow
landed and Sunny forced her backward across the width of the pit
as the crowd surged to its feet screaming! Racquel's retreat emboldened
Sunny and she pressed her advantage, jabbing her left and bobbing
her head the way she'd been trained for her boxing match vs. Heather
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Sunny bounced on the balls of her feet and pumped
her left fist out toward Racquel, keeping her right cocked beside
her chin. The first of the quick left jabs surprised Racquel and
she backed up considering her next move. Sunny tried to stay away
from Racquel so she could take advantage of her longer arms, but
Racquel lunged below her jab, grappled her around the waist and
pounded Sunny's chest with her right fist. Sunny gasped and cringed
with each impact of Racquel's fist to her bra despite the protection
the thick leather offered.
Racquel wrestled Sunny back against the wall and
pinned her there with her body. Unable to get any distance between
them, Sunny had to trade punches at close range and they lit each
other up with a flurry of blows. Racquel concentrated her attack
on Sunny's bra and belly until Sunny managed to push off the wall
using her butt against the wooden planking and slammed her head
up under Racquel's chin.
Racquel's saw stars and knees buckled; she nearly
went down! Raising her hands as if asking for mercy, Racquel stumbled
back, her eyes wide in surprise and disbelief as she struggled
to keep her balance and regain her bearing after the butt to her
chin. The crowd roared as they sensed a sudden, shocking upset
by the slender Australian. Sunny started away from the wall to
go after Racquel, but just then Zara, who had been following the
action walking around top of the pit wall, reached down from behind
Sunny and grabbed her long hair. Sunny let out a surprised yelp
as her head was yanked back and up. Sunny rose on her tip-toes
to ease the pain in her scalp while both hands clawed at the hands
pulling her hair so hard that her eyes watered.
Zara's interference gave Racquel valuable time to
shake off the effects of Sunny's headbutt. Now with Sunny's hands
over her head trying to untangle her hair, her long expanse of
pale torso was stretched tight as a drum. Most important, she
was balanced on her tip-toes to ease the pain in her scalp and
unable to see Racquel who licked her lips as she moved in to take
advantage of the opening Zara had created. Sunny's firm body was
struggling against Zara pulling her upward and was completely
unaware and unprepared for what happened next.
Racquel set her feet and grunted as drove the toe
of her cowboy boot straight up between Sunny's wide open legs
with as much force as she could muster. The brutal impact lifted
Sunny's feet of the dirt as a scream/gasp escaped her lips; then
her body quivered and lurched forward with such force that a large
handful of her long blonde mane was torn from her head. Sunny's
hands clapped between her thighs and, as she squeezed her legs
together on her hands, she toppled headfirst. She'd have fallen
on her face if Racquel hadn't caught her under the armpits and
heaved her back up against the wooden wall.
Holding Sunny to the wall with her left hip and her
left forearm across the gasping blondes windpipe, Racquel turned
her body into Sunny's as she pounded away with her right hand;
driving her fist deep into the taut belly of her fit, trim and
well-conditioned adversary to soften her up.
After tormenting Sunny's supple body with eight or
nine blows, Racquel leaned back and twisted into a crashing left
hook upstairs that caught Sunny flush on the side of the jaw and
buckled her knees. As Sunny wavered, Racquel dove into her, punishing
her black leathered chest while Sunny, dazed and desperate, struggled
to get her arms around Racquel to tie her up and make the hurting
stop.
Racquel put her full weight behind every punch, banging
away until Sunny swooned, wide-eyed, to her knees, then almost
in slow motion, toppled over onto her hands and knees with her
head between Racquel's feet. Only then did Racquel back off and
look to the judges for a ruling. Almost instantly, all four green
lights flashed on - the match would continue!
Sunny struggled back to her feet, holding her right
arm across her aching stomach with her left pawing weakly in what
passed for a jab. As Racquel moved in, Sunny tried to move away
but she was so dazed her feet got tangled up and she stumbled
and nearly fell. When Racquel threw a wild punch that Sunny ducked
and she surprised Racquel with a little uppercut that rocked the
brunette up onto her toes. Racquel backed up shaking her head.
The punch might have been Sunny's last, best chance to turn the
fight her way but Racquel's assault on her body had left her too
weakened to take advantage of the opening.
Undaunted by Sunny's plucky uppercut, taking it in
stride and moving her head a bit more, Racquel moved in again
and, as soon as she was within range, the sturdy brunette turned
her hips and snapped a kick to Sunny's thigh. The heel of her
boot smashed into the wiry muscles and Sunny cried in pain as
she fell against the wall, supporting her weight with only one
leg. Racquel threw herself into a brutal series of hooks to the
slim blondes body that began to break Sunny down.
Racquel continued to plunder the vulnerable blondes
chest and stomach from a deep crouch. Sunny's jab had lost all
strength and she just pawed at Racquel who disdainfully brushed
it aside and thumped her fists to Sunny's black leather bra. Each
blow brought a wince of pain, a yelp or moan - sometimes all three!
Sunny desperately tried to get away but Racquel moved
her feet better than the gasping, limping blonde and stepped with
her to cut her off, then ducked in close to fire wicked hooks;
burying her fist in Sunny's lower body or, whenever Sunny bent
to shield her lower body, chopping down on her perky breasts drawing
pained cries. Sunny was forced to fight with her back against
the wall and she looked scared! She tried to surprise Racquel
with uppercuts - but everything she tried failed! Sunny kept her
hands low to protect her breasts and belly and her few punches
were short. Racquel lit her up, landing to Sunny's head or chest
whenever she dropped her hands - and to her taut belly when she
protected her chest.
Racquel pounded away in combinations, then shoulder-shoved
Sunny back to pin her on the wall for more. Sunny came unraveled;
the accumulation of head-swiveling hooks to her chin left her
dazed, stupefied and virtually defenseless! The "fight"
had deteriorated into a beating; then, it got ugly!
Racquel rubbed her head under Sunny's chin, wedging
the tall blondes head back, opening up her middle for vicious,
scooping digs to her chest with both hands that invariably resulted
in cries from Sunny's battered lips. Racquel used her legs and
shoulders for every punch; her fists sinking in at the hips or
ribs with a heartbreaking THUMP as Sunny lurched forward or stumbled
back, taking a mouthwatering beat-down and unable to stop it.
Racquel shoved Sunny back on the wall, backed off
and set up for another spin kick. Her aim was deadly! The toe
of her boot slammed into Sunny's chest. Standing straight, her
hands at her face and leaning back, Sunny never saw the kick coming!
She screamed, turned her back on Racquel and huddled against the
wall with her arms crossed over her chest; her cheek pressed to
the wall to hide her tears from the crowd.
Racquel grabbed Sunny's shoulder, pulled her off
the wall and flung her across the arena. Sunny stumbled and staggered
but somehow kept her feet. Racquel swarmed her; practically leaving
her feet as she threw lefts at Sunny's head, then turned her shoulders
into straight rights to Sunny's leather-clad breasts or her red,
raw belly.
It was a brutal beating and Sunny's tight torso absorbed
amazing damage as Racquel pounded her with punch after punch.
Racquel would bust Sunny up with a sudden flurry of punches to
the body; then, as soon as she lowered her hands, came over the
top to smack her exposed head. Battered and exhausted, dazed and
unable to collect herself, Sunny slowly sunk to her knees again.
Racquel had not just dominated; she had destroyed the proud pornstar.
Racquel checked the judges again, but still only two red lights
flashed on, not enough to stop the one-sided contest. The beat
down would go on.
Racquel offered her hand and pulled Sunny to her
feet. Her long, lean, muscular legs no longer worked and she could
only stand there as Racquel bulled her way in past a 'don't-hurt-me'
jab, collected her by the elbows and used her bigger chest to
bump the taller blonde back step by step to the wall where she
helped herself to another serving of Sunny's tight torso. Dazed,
getting tagged almost routinely with clapping hooks upside the
head and right hands to her jugs, Sunny rag-dolled.
Limp and her defense a shambles, Sunny was unable
to think, let alone adjust. She was either to proud to quit or
too dazed to realize she could. Racquel began to show off - busting
left/right across Sunny's no longer tight belly, then up the middle
with a right uppercut that dropped Sunny to the dirt on her recently
used and abused butt.
Not waiting for the judges, Racquel pulled Sunny
back to her feet and set herself before exploding a booted heel
into the groggy blondes belly with piston-like force. Sunny, her
proud body quivering, her eyes puffing badly, her lips swollen,
her stomach red and raw and her ribs dark with purple welts -
staggered away across the pit with a blank, dazed expression and
then toppled over face down in the dirt.
Racquel looked up and saw four bright red lights
shining from the scoreboard. The fight was over.
This was the last fight of the night and Racquel
knew she should give the fans a little extra. It would stand her
in good stead with the judges for future fights. She scooped Sunny
up under the arms and walked her face first into the wall, bodying
her up against the rough wood and pinning her with her hips pressed
against Sunny's firm butt. Racquel released the catch of Sunny's
leather bra, stepped back and pulled off the leather bra. Sunny's
body went spinning along the wall like a top before she sprawled
once more in the dirt. As she struggled to rise, Racquel ran over
and kicked her in the ass, sending her back down in the dirt on
her belly to howls of delight from the audience.
When Racquel kicked Sunny in the side, she grunted
and rolled onto her back. As Sunny's deeply bruised and red welted
breasts came into view, Racquel planted her foot on them and saw
Sunny's battered body jerk in reflex; her knees came up in a defensive
reaction, but it was too late to save her battered breasts from
further indignity.
Racquel twisted her foot on Sunny's nipple the way
she would put out a cigarette, watching with a tight grin as Sunny's
legs kicked and flailed helplessly. Then Racquel hauled Sunny
to her feet by the hair, twisted her head to the side and slammed
her fist straight down on the side of Sunny's jaw. The blonde
pornstar crashed to the dirt flat on her back, her arms spread,
her legs splayed and out cold! Racquel spun on her heel and strutted
away with her hands raised to the cheers of the crowd. The savage
KO concluded the evenings entertainment as Racquel was carried
out of the pit on the shoulders of her fans and backers.
Later, in the club bar, spectators discussed that
evenings fights in excited clusters. Sunny's few supporters claimed
their girl fought stupidly - but Racquel made her fight her fight,
hurting the blonde early with her sneak attack, then pounding
away without restraint until Sunny wilted. Racquel's legs dominated
this fight - providing her with her punching power, getting into
position and landing devastating kicks at crucial times. Her legs
took away any advantage Sunny may have had going in.
As the celebrations began, Sunny's limp, bloody,
battered body lay in the dirt as everyone filed out. She lay alone
and unconscious, not moving until several minutes after the arena
emptied. Then after everyone had gone, a solitary female figure
appear in the pit doorway. She walked slowly to Sunny, knelt and
lifted the blondes head onto her lap. As she caressed Sunny's
matted hair, she lovingly brushed dirt and blood from her face.
Sunny's eyes fluttered open briefly, then closed
as she winced in pain. In the dim light, she couldn't make out
the woman's face but as she drifted back into semi-consciousness,
she thought the woman looked familiar. The mystery woman helped
the dazed and groggy blonde to her feet and, supported her with
an arm around her waist; almost carrying her from the pit, down
the hallway and into the deserted dressing room. There, she dressed
Sunny and then took her back to her own apartment where she lovingly
tucked Sunny into her bed and spent the rest of the night and
the next day caring for her.
Sunny's Adventures continue in Chapter 6: Dutch Delightmare
(but first. . .)
Epilogue: Sunny McKay vs. Racquel Darrian (Rematch
at the Porndex convention Las Vegas) by simguy
In the porn industry, whether its a film contract,
or a fight contract - it's best to read the fine print. Sunny
McKay made the mistake of bringing her boxing sensibility to what
would be little more than a pit fight against the raw, but savage
brunette beauty, Racquel Darrian. Fighting in front of porn industry
spectators in a steaming BDSM club venue, the girls fought with
tiny gloves, no supervision from a ref and the 'maximum damage'
ethic of the porn biz that handicapped the well-schooled blonde
that evening.
Round 1:
Round 2:
Round 3:
Round 4:
Rounds 5&6:
Round 7:
Round 8:
Round 9:
Round 10:
It comes back a unanimous decision: Sunny McKay!
Both women break down in tears at the announcement.
Afterward:
It doesn't pay to lose at Porndex.
****
"I enjoyed the show you and PJ put on,"
Jeanna said as she propped her feet up on her desk and lit a cigar.
"And so did the customers." Seeing Sunny roll her eyes,
the wily manager shook her head as she blew a smoke ring. "I
don't mean THAT - although you sure look delicious down on your
hands and knees and shakin' that nice ass of yours in the air.
No, I was referring to the heat you two generated. I'm gonna team
you an her for a coupla weeks, do a double an see how it goes."
****
The next night during the show, PJ Sparxx interrupted
Sunny again, as expected. Again Sunny tried to push her off the
stage and again, just as happened the night before, PJ overpowered
her and tied her up with her own costume. But this time, instead
of masturbating Sunny, PJ whipped her breasts with Sunny's riding
crop. Sunny screamed so loud, PJ finally took off her own panties
and gagged the writhing blonde.
****
The 'Amsterdam Open' (one of several things it's
called) had its origins over a hundred years ago. Two girls from
a couple of the city's leading 'houses' fought over a wealthy
client. The fight in an alley so outraged the pimps and madams
with its viciousness that they drafted rules to resolve future
problems. Over time, it evolved into an annual tournament held
between girls from the 'sex industry'. When disputes or jealousies
arise during the year they're settled here. Women who challenge
each other are paired in the first round and the rest of the entrants
are matched by lot. The tournament is held over a two month period
in the winter (when the tourist trade is slowest.)
****
Industry insiders know about the bitterness between
these two, stemming from Darrian's rough hewn Pearl Harbor assault
on the blonde previously. Little different circumstances tonight
- even though it's the Porndex - the Laas Vegas commission still
has the final say on formal matters governing any fight in the
county; rules will be enforced, giving McKay some room to employ
her skills. Fought at the Mirage hotel, the fighters adorned in
a harem-girl motif; bikini halters and bottoms, gold belly chains,
long, see-through silk loin strips, gold anklets - pink for McKay,
pastel blue for Darrian.
Sunny looks to work behind her jab, scraping it across the top
of Racquel's head or edging it into the brunette's face. Midway
through, Racquel loops a crashing right hand over Sunny's left,
jerking the blonde a quarter turn to her right - Racquel piles
on as Sunny goes wobbly butt. Familiar sound of Racquel's fists
punishing Sunny's belly and ribs as the blonde folds over her
legs, covers up and lets the leather bash on down in a big Racquel
first.
Racquel stalking - used to having Sunny hurt - now oozing confidence.
Sunny keeps her composure, still patiently putting the jab on
Racquel - blonde holding her fists at her temples, dropping the
left out sharp and stiff to the brunette's face, stepping left
and trying to mix in the right hand as Racquel walks in. Racquel
still pitching, but it's looping single shots - easily read by
Sunny who keeps her distance, steers her girl with the stick and
manages to fight her fight for the first time in two meetings
with the brunette.
Sunny now sitting down on her punches, stepping in with the jab
to bite a hook into Racquel's jugs - brunette on her heels, backing
straight away - gets caught time and again by Sunny's follow up
straight right hand. Sunny nickel and diming Racquel, the brunette
looking awkward and ineffective backing up. Panic starts to show
in Racquel's eyes as Sunny patiently hunts her down and touches
her up. Down the stretch, a double left jab up the middle sets
up a whistling right cross to drape a stunned Racquel on the ropes
at the bell.
Racquel comes out with rough clinching in a sloppy first minute
- ref has his hands full pushing the swweaty combatants apart,
reminding them to box. Racquel trying to pop Sunny's elbow in
the tie-up, or twist the blonde into headlocks - Sunny responding
with sharp elbow smashes against the teeth inside - it's messy.
Rest of the way sees good, flat footed, two way trading - Sunny
angered, fighting toe to toe and Racquel, able to stand her ground,
simply focusing on brawling is effective. The round goes as a
draw with both women continuing slugging after the bell.
Sunny is not a brilliant boxer but she's able to use her feet
tonight, stepping over to create angles and control an undisciplined
opponent with the jab - Racquel not getting off, blinking as Sunny's
cracking rangefinder spikes between her eyes. The brunette getting
set up time and again for flush right hands. She's taking the
punches well, but it's not a great tactic. Racquel scoring the
occasional winging right hand, but Sunny firmly taking control
through the 6th round.
Racquel up-tempos, fighting with desperation, and nails Sunny
with a pair of hard overhand rights early to break the blonde
down slightly. Sunny, backing away with her hands low, gets caught
by a sweeping right hand across the face and MCKAY GOES DOWN!
Crowd roars as Sunny is driven to her back with her feet flying
in the air as she lands heavily. Up at eight, Sunny's glassy-eyed
and Racquel is hungry to get back on top of her. All Racquel as
she bodies up, driving Sunny into the ropes, cradling the blonde
with the left while reefing heartless right hands into Sunny's
exposed belly and wide open crotch! The ref issuing break orders,
but Sunny can't get off the ropes as Racquel just wades back in
to continue the carnage. Old fashioned beat down once again -
Racquel with her weight on Sunny, holding and ramming right hands
to the blonde's body and face. Sunny comes up cut over the bridge
of the nose at the bell and her tight body is trembling at the
savage treatment. Racquel pushed back to her corner by the ref,
screams abuse at a dazed and uncomprehending Sunny.
It's ON! Sunny hurt, busted up, stomps out to mid-ring and lays
it all on the line - toe to toe, chins up, long arms lashing back
and forth, the girls lick viciously at the other's body and head
in wild brawling action. After a minute of withering trading,
Racquel falters - back leg jiggling - she half turns away and
staggers back with tears in her eyes. Sunny hopping after her,
doubling the hook into the brunette's augmented breasts, then
chopping down over the shoulder with a short right hand to drive
Racquel ropeside. All Sunny as she goes mercilessly to the brunette's
body - fists bouncing off tanned ribcage, Sunny swabbing the lower
back as Racquel folds forward - then Sunny uses the left elbow
to push the brunette back for more! Clipping hooks across the
teeth leave Racquel defenseless as she spills along the ropes
- Sunny stepping with her and pouring iit on. Final minute - Sunny
rolling straight punches left and right in between Racquel's gloves
batters the brunette to her knees - Sunny pushed back so Racquel
can take an eight count. Sunny piling on in the dying seconds,
palming Racquel with the left, diving in with right hands seeking
chin - Racquel's sleepy face taking riveting punches without feeling
and DARRIAN GOES DOWN AGAIN! Racquel sitting in a dazed heap,
eyes staring, blood issuing from the corner of her mouth - bell
sounds! Racquel is fortunate to have gone down in her own corner
as her seconds don't have to drag her far for first aid.
Both battered beauties limp to mid ring - Racquel out on her feet
- Sunny exhausted and arm weary - they tie up, waltz meaninglessly
until finally ending up against the ropes. Sunny subtly butting
the top of her head under Racquel's chin, opens the brunette's
torso up and goes to work with tired, meaty lefts and rights to
the glistening midriff. It's aching work - Racquel clinching,
smothering - Sunny wrestling the brunette's arms out of the way
just for the chance to dig at firm tummy or clout rounded jug.
It's all Sunny pitching, Racquel catching - brunette seated on
the ropes, eyes closed, mouth open - she's just trying to bog
the blonde down as much as possible. At the bell, girls lay on
one another, too exhausted to separate until the ref intervenes.
Sunny's got nothing left and a hurting Racquel takes over. Racquel
walking her girl to the ropes, finds the will to bark her elbow
hard against Sunny's sternum, buckling the blonde's legs and forcing
a weary gurgle out of her. Now it's Sunny trying to tie Racquel
up, girls laying in chest to chest, arms writhing and looping
around one anothers heads and torsos. Sunny can only gasp and
sink to a seat on the ropes as Racquel jerks a short, had left
deep into Sunny's soft pink bikini bottom - Racquel very rough
in the final moments, but unable to put enough hurt on her to
make Sunny quit. Final bell finds the women swooning in one anothers
arms almost like weary lovers until the ref separates them for
the decision.
Sunny turns brawler to beat back her nemesis in a typical porn-style
slugfest. Racquel not out of the woods yet, however, as Sunny
pulls her off her stool and drags Racquel around the ring for
a walk of shame - Sunny riding her right arm around Racquel's
waist as Racquel sullenly stumbles along. In the corners - it's
special treatment. Sunny pushing Racquel's back up against each
turnbuckle in turn, then stepping on the bottom rope, leaning
on her and French-kissing the brunette hard as the triple-X crowd
eats it up. Racquel uncharacteristically submissive. Sunny - her
left foot propped up on the ropes to help pin the brunette in
the corner - holds Racquel by the wrists and tongues her roughly
- Racquel crying softly, moaning as shee takes the humiliation.