Patti Pastor had been looking for work for six weeks and still hadn't found anything that suited her. She'd quit college after the embarrassment of losing a fight with a fellow cheerleader; unable to endure the constant teasing and taunting of her classmates and fellow cheerleaders. She knew they were all jealous of her good looks, but she couldn't endure the humiliation any longer and, a semester short of graduating, had just walked away from campus. She'd finally found work, although it wasn't anything like what she'd envisioned herself doing!

She entered the ring cautiously, as the crowd murmured and made comments about her; trembling slightly although she was trying not to let it show. There were about 80 men and less than 15 women in the audience, and beer was being served. It was to be her first fight and as she climbed through the ropes, catcalls and whistles raining down on her. She remembered the club manager's words when she signed the contract.

"Just cause you're new, honey, don't expect any breaks. Matter of fact you'll go up against one of the toughest girls in the club to start off with. And remember, the winner gets three minutes with the loser to do whatever she wants. That's her prize. Still wanna do it?"

She had said yes...yes to it all. She remembered, too, that the winner also gets the loser's panties. She looked down at her tiny pink panties, and her matching sleeveless top. Fight hard, she told herself, don't lose any of it. Just then the crowd roared and several people in the audience stood up. Her opponent, Dolores, was entering the ring, with her bag, and she grinned at the crowd, who knew and obviously loved her. To Patti's amazement, Dolores pulled a clothesline out the bag and hung it in her corner on the ropes. On the clothesline hung eleven pairs of panties. The crowd cheered as Dolores, a short-haired Latina, stood with both hands in the air, her thick, well-muscled body stretched and magnificent in her black string bikini. The ref saw Patti staring at the panties hanging on the line.

"Those are her victories, baby," the short, shapely Oriental girl said. "Unless you're real good, you'll probably be number twelve."

Patti swallowed and said nothing. They were both announced, and the bell rang. Patti trotted to the center of the ring, and locked eyes with Dolores, who quickly shot her arm out to grab her neck. Patti dodged this deftly, but even faster came Dolores' other arm, jamming her fist into Patti's stomach. The blonde grunted and doubled over, trying to catch her wind as Dolores rapidly hammered the taller girl on her neck and back, her fist like a piston on her flesh. Patti struggled to stay standing, but the blows dazed her and sent her to her knees. Dolores had her by the hair, and as Patti was thinking of what to do next, she yanked the kneeling girl's head up and stung her face with a flurry of vicious slaps, snapping Patti's head back and forth.

Patti's face hummed with pain, and tears now blurred her vision as she tried to strike out with a fist. She caught Dolores' knee, but the blow had little consequence and Dolores lashed out with one foot, kicking the blonde beauty directly in her left breast, sending her sprawling on her back. Patti lay there, rolling slowly to her side, trying to recover the pain in her face and the ache in her tit, while her wind was still only at half strength from the shot to the belly. She knew she had to act quickly. Dolores was so fast, and incredibly aggressive. She looked up at the angry brunette, and felt a stab of fear and helplessness as Dolores wasted no time in grabbing her ankle and twisting her leg.

"AHHHHHHHGGG!" Patti cried out as the pain shot through her knee and leg.

Patti kicked out at the brunette, striking her thigh. Dolores grunted, but didn't let go, she just grabbed Patti's other leg, pulling them apart. She looked down into Patti's eyes, a menacing smile on her lips, as she held her legs open like a wishbone...then she stomped one foot down directly onto Patti's mound. Patti shrieked in pain, and she clutched her pussy in agony.

"Fucking amateurs..." she heard Dolores mutter as the girls footsteps went around to her head.

The next thing Patti knew, Dolores' crotch was directly above her face with her knees pinning her shoulders painfully to the canvas. Dolores was facing Patti's feet and the helpless girl felt her top coming off. The crowd was jeering and banging beer cans on the tables as Patti's firm tits were exposed. Patti, her pussy still aching with pain and her shoulders being crushed by Dolores' knees, struggled feebly, her legs twisting and kicking, but there was nowhere to go. Just then, Dolores grabbed both of her nipples and twisted them savagely, sending new bolts of agony through Patti's body.

"OHHHHGODDDDDSTOPPPP!!! she yelled.

"Shut up, bitch!" Dolores barked, giving Patti's bare breasts a stinging slap, then dropping her crotch down so her knees weighed more heavily on her shoulders.

Patti moaned, and when she inhaled could smell the humid emanations of the other girl's sex just above her, and the sweet/sweaty muskiness of her ass, which hovered barely an inch from her nose, covered only by the thin strap of Dolores' bikini bottom. Dolores pinched and twisted the nipples again, causing Patti to arch and writhe, her head coming up off the canvas and her face briefly pressed into the crevice of Dolores' ass. She panted in pain, and the humiliation began to unravel her completely. The crowd grew louder, calling Dolores' name.

Patti heard shouts of, "Kill her, Dolores!" and "Suffocate the bitch!"

Dolores was suddenly off her, but before Patti could fathom what was happening, Dolores yanked her to her knees by her hair, then her foot slammed into her back and sent her forward, on her tummy. She landed on the canvas with a thud. Delirious with pain and fatigue, Patti struggled to her hands and knees, shaking her head to clear it to try and mount a comeback of some sort. It was to no avail as the tough, more experienced and confident Dolores hammered her with vicious kicks to her ass, side and thighs. Patti collapsed back down and tried to curl up. Dolores stood over the hapless blonde and stomped directly down onto her back and her head. Patti began to convulse in sobs of pain and defeat.

The ref pushed Dolores away momentarily, looked down at Patti and said, "You give up?"

It was her first fight. Should she? Or should she give it one more try, with the referee giving her this break.

"I...I'.."

"Fuck her!" Dolores said, pushing the ref out of the way.

Dolores grabbed the terrified Patti pulled her to her feet and threw her into the corner where she collided painfully with the turnbuckle. Patti crumpled, hanging onto the ropes to keep from falling and Dolores pulled her head back and drove her knee into Patti's midsection twice. Patti hung on the ropes like a piece of dirty laundry, her mouth open, gasping for air, and Dolores tortured her with several more slaps to the face. Then the cruel Latina tossed her like a rag doll back to the canvas. Patti lay almost motionless on her stomach, her body refusing to move despite the screaming in her mind that she had to get up. Dolores was on her back, craning her head back with a fistful of blonde hair and then twisting her arm behind her till it felt like it might come out of it's socket.

"I give....I give up.." Patti croaked through her agony. "Please don't hurt me, please!"

Dolores chuckled, "Good...just remember baby...I get my three minutes."

Patti nodded weakly, and Dolores let go of her head. Patti's face dropped to the canvas like lead, saliva drooling slowly from the corner of her mouth. She burned with humiliation at the one-sided beating, but she had no idea what was coming next. She felt Dolores pull her pink panties down and heard the crowd jeer loudly as the brunette worked the panties to her ankles. What, she wondered, would she have to do for the next three minutes? The crowd suddenly got even louder, almost deafening, and Patti could see many of them standing on their chairs and clapping, whistling wildly. What was Dolores doing? She slowly, painfully turned her head to look back, and saw Dolores kneel behind her, wearing a strap-on dildo. The thick cock of the dildo wavered just by her crotch. Her eyes met Dolores' and she shivered violently.

"I'm gonna make you mine, now, little girl," Dolores said with a cruel smile.

"Om-mi--Gawd..." Patti stammered.

Dolores grabbed Patti's shapely hips and hoisted her ass up into the air, and without delay plunged the head of the dildo into her. Patti moaned, and writhed, her hand going instinctively behind her to try and push Dolores away. Dolores grabbed the wrist and locked it behind Patti's back, forcing her face flat to the floor.

Patti winced and let out a long, "Uunnhhhhhhhhh...." as Dolores drove the big cock deep into the shuddering blonde, the force of her entry lifting Patti's hips in the air.

The crowd's jeering reached a deafening screech as the thick Latina took Patti savagely, with powerful, piston-like thrusts of her hips, ramming the dildo into her beaten captive. Patti's body rocked and jiggled with each thrust, the humiliation so intense it seared her to the very core, being fucked like a helpless toy in the middle of a ring, under bright lights, for this crowd of thirsty men and women. Finally, Dolores came, diddling herself to a squealing orgasm with her finger as she pumped Patti senseless. She pulled the dildo out and pushed Patti away, leaving her a sweaty, naked, limp form in the middle of the ring with her panties around her ankles. Dolores stood over the conquered blonde, unstrapped the dildo and dropped it in front of Patti's face. Then, she bent down and pulled the pink panties completely off, and, to the approving screech of the crowd, walked triumphantly to her clothesline, twirling the panties in her hand high above her head, before clipping them to the line with the rest of the victims underwear.

"We have 90 seconds left, girl!" Dolores called to Patti. "Lick that dildo clean and bring it back to me."

Patti dared not hesitate any command Dolores gave her at this point. She obeyed, weakly took the strap-on in her hands and licked and sucked her own juices from the cock.

"Bring it here, girl," Dolores said, snapping her fingers impatiently as if talking to a pet. "Crawl, with it in your mouth."

Patti looked at Dolores with a look of helpless surrender, and clamped the dildo in her mouth. Then, she pushed herself to her hands and knees, and with the bare shred of strength she had left, crawled to her captor and stopped between her feet, head hanging. The crowd was hooting and shrieking with laughter.

"Good girl!" Dolores cooed, reaching down and taking the dildo from her mouth.

Then Dolores waved to the crowd, put the panty-line and dildo in her bag, and climbed out of the ring as the crowd congratulated her.