"Oh well! I guess that Traci is just going to have to wait!" Karen thought as she sprang from the shadows and ran right for the back of the two women and rather then trying to knock down both of them, Karen decided it was best to take out one decisively and then try and deal with the other. "Eenie, Meanie, Miney….Hey Moe!" Karen thought as she reached the two women at full stride.

She leaped in the air and caught Angelica with a side headlock from behind. In one fluid motion she pulled the big redhead away from Mitzi and bulldogged her right into the gravel. Karen had just successfully evened the odds. Or did she? Karen had reasoned that taking out the larger of the two women was the better strategy. What she didn't take in to account was that Mitzi was the fresher of the two and far less impaired then Angelica. As soon as the initial surprise of Karen's sudden appearance wore off, Mitzi sprang into action.

Just as Karen released Angelica's head and began to stand, Mitzi hit her from behind as she leapt on her back, driving her back down to the gravel. Karen had been pretty battered already, but the sharp edges of the gravel cut into her already damaged breast drawing fresh blood. Mitzi sat on Karen's lower back and stretched her head back with a firm grip in her hair. When she had positioned it as about as far back as she could, Mitzi let loose with several tightly clenched fist to the side of Karen's face with her right hand as she held the playmate's head in place with a fist full of hair in her left.

Her knuckles began to hurt, so Mitzi dropped Karen face first down to the gravel. After taking a deep breath, Mitzi stood and rolled Karen onto her back with her foot. Karen looked pretty banged up. She looked over at Angelica and saw that she would not be any fun tonight. Mitzi dropped her snugly fitting dress to the ground and slid out of her panties. With Mitzi's bust, a bra was really not a necessity.

Mitzi knelt down with a leg on either side of Karen's thighs. She lowered herself on her hands and began to crawl seductively up Karen's body. Her perky little breast dangling with the nipples stiffening in the cool night breeze. When she reached the playmate's battered breast, she lowered her head and took hold of one of Karen's nipples in her mouth. The former actress began to hungrily suck on the nipple like she was trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. When she finished, Mitzi moved to Karen's other breast and began to tease that nipple by rolling her tongue around in small circles around Karen's other nipple that was now responding very quickly to Mitzi's special attention.

"Why you dirty slut! I think you're enjoying yourself a little too much!" Mitzi laughed. "I'll be playing with that fine ass of yours, in a little bit, but first I'm going to grind mine all over your face!"

Mitzi didn't move. Instead she stared directly into Karen's eyes looking for a sign of surrender. She didn't see it. All of a sudden THUD! Karen lifted her knee and fired it up between Mitzi's legs and the petite 5'3" brunette went flying over Karen's head and crash landed in the gravel. The Playmate took a moment to catch her breath and to wipe Mitzi's saliva from each breast before she rolled over on her stomach and pushed herself up on all fours. Karen became the cat on the prowl which meant Mitzi was in a whole heap a trouble.

As Karen approached Mitzi from behind, the actress was still pitched face down with her ass up in the air. She had both of her hands buried deep in her groin trying to protect the area and message the pain away. Karen knelt down on the back of each of her legs and reached through the middle. Grabbing Mitzi by both wrists, the playmate pulled back with all her might. It almost looked like Karen was trying to turn the other woman inside out. Soon Mitzi found herself with her wrist tied to her ankles and all four limbs lashed together.

"Now for Angelica!" Karen thought.

Angelica was just starting to make it up to all fours and was desperately trying to figure out what the hell happened and why her head hurt so much. She really didn't think that she drank all that much. "Where the hell is Mitzi? If she did this to me, I swear I'll kick her scrawny ass!"

Angelica was just clearing some of the cob webs when she heard somebody approaching her from behind. It wasn't Mitzi, it was Karen and she was pissed. Karen stopped astride of Angelica's downed form and lifted her right leg high in the air. Just as the redhead turned to see who was there, Karen stomped down on Angelica's back directly between her shoulder blades. Big red when crashing to the gravel with a big OOOFFFFFF!!!!!

Keeping her foot in place, Karen reached down and grabbed both or Angelica's wrist. Pushing down with her powerful leg and pulling up on Angelica's arms, Karen soon had her crying and begging for mercy. About now, Karen wasn't feeling very benevolent and didn't let up on the pressure. When Karen finally released Angelica's arms, they dropped to her sides completely useless.

By now Karen had run out of rope and had to return to the Caddy for some more. She reached down and grabbed hold of Angelica's ankles and dragged the redhead tits down through the gravel. Karen neared the car and heard that the women inside had been revived and were calling for help. When the deck lid opened and the moonlight illuminated the trunk, the three women were petrified to see Karen standing over them.

"Oh hi ladies. I've got another guest for you."

Karen tied Angelica's hands behind her back and then tied her ankles together. She leaned forward on her captives legs until her heels touched her ass, then Karen grabbed Angelica's long red mane and twisted it into a pony tail. She pulled back on her head and with another piece of rope and tied the pony tail to Angelica's ankles. Once she had her secured, Karen picked up the big redhead and dropped her on top of the three blondes she'd already deposited in the trunk.

Karen returned to where she had left Mitzi. Karen couldn't drag her tits down because her hands and feet were tied in front of her. So she did the next best thing. Grabbing hold of the rope securing Mitzi's limbs, Karen dragged her through the gravel on her ass. Mitzi cried out in pain every time a sharp rock scraped across her ass or was forced between her legs.

At the car Karen lifted Mitzi and dumped her in too; ass up! Karen looked at the painful scratches and cuts on her ass and chuckled, "You're right Mitzi! My ass IS a helluva lot nicer'n yours!"

It was getting a little crowded in the trunk of the big Caddy by now so Karen had to sit on the deck lid and bounce up and down to get it to latch.

"OK Traci, your turn has come!" Karen muttered as she stealthily made her way back towards the beach.
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ACT TWELVE: "GET ALONG LIL' DOGGIE!"
It had been a long and grueling day for the playmate. Her body was battered and sore and she wanted nothing more then to get in her car and head for home. But she still had some unfinished business to tend to and that business was still on the beach not more than 100 yards away. With all the other women of Baywatch fame silenced and secured in the trunk of the big old Caddy, Karen made her was across the sand, closing the distance between her and her final challenge. She had to be very careful how she played this; Traci was fresh while she was already half-baked.

Back over by the lifeguard stand, Traci had poured herself another frozen drink from the blender and headed up the ramp. Leaning over the railing she just stared out into the ocean trying to figure out how her well-planed evening went to shit.

"That fucking McDougal! Maybe I should've had those delivery girls hang around to watch my back."

As Traci pondered the meaning of life, Karen had made her way under the stand and was now directly under the ebony lifeguard. The height to the bottom edge was too great. Even if Karen leapt she would probably only be able to latch onto one of Traci's ankles at best. Even then she would probably be stomped by the woman in the more commanding position. Karen looked around the area where she had been held captive overnight trying to formulate a plan. Her mind wondered for a moment and that was when inspiration struck.

"And IRISH said watching all those reruns on 'Nick at Nite' was a waist of time!"

What she planned was going to make a ton of motion on the stand. She figured that she had only one shot to pull it off, after that the element of surprise would be lost. Karen grabbed up the same rope that Traci had used to suspender her from the tower last night. On one end she tied a loop in the rope and wrapped the rope around the corner leg of the stand. She continued with the rope around the opposite corner leg and came back to the loop that she had tied in the end. Passing the rope through the loop she created a rope come-a-long giving her a two to one mechanical advantage.

"I sure hope I've got enough left in the tank to pull this one off," Karen thought. "Pardon my pun." Digging her heels into the sand, Karen pulled for all she was worth. At first nothing happened but as she continued to strain, the leg that she was closest to failed jolting the tower to that side. Traci had no idea what had happened. She just came flying off the tower and crashed to the sand. "Yup! Just like the opening of every episode of F-Troop," she thought. "Thanks Vanderbilt!"

Traci tried to shake the cobwebs from her head as she lifted it up and spit out a mouthful of sand, "What the hell was that; an earthquake?" she muttered.

"No! It was something far more powerful!" Karen answered.

As Traci turned in the direction of the voice behind her, Karen stepped up, planted her left foot, and teed off with her right foot snapping Traci's head back. In a flash Karen was on top of Traci as she leapt onto her back. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, Karen forced her face back into the sand. Traci's breathing passages started to fill with the coarse, choking material and in instant she was gasping for air. The gritty sand was abrasive on her face. Just when she felt the darkness of unconsciousness creeping over her, Karen pulled her head out of the sand.

"Not so fast sweetheart! Quick and painless is just not going to do after all you put me through!" Karen hissed.

Reaching up, Karen slid both shoulder straps to Traci's red Baywatch lifeguard uniform down her arms. Soon the suit hung around the black woman's waist with her large breast left unguarded. Still sitting behind her, Karen reached under Traci's arms and dug her nails deep into the tender flesh.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" Traci screeched as Karen mauled her breast.

"That's it bitch! Cry all you want. We just started this little party!" Karen released Traci's right breast and used a handful of her left breast to roll Traci over onto her back. At first, the tit just stretched under her armpit and began to elongate from the force, but Traci quickly flopped over on her back to relieve the pressure. "This is much better." Karen thought. "I want to look her right in the eyes from here on out." Karen slapped Traci roughly across the face with the back of her hand. "Not so tough now that the sides are evened up are you?" Karen asked.

"Oh pleeaasssseee Karen!" Traci begged, but every time she cried for mercy Karen just blistered another slap across her face.

When Traci had quieted down, pretty much accepting her fate, Karen began to target her large breast with punches. At first she was just knocking them around from side to side, but every once in awhile Karen just hit her with a straight punch to the areola, painfully inverting Traci's tender nipples.

"You're looking pretty damn silly with that thing hanging around your waist. Here, let me help you out of it!" Karen said as she got off of the top of Traci and pulled her bathing suit down the rest of the way, down the tall woman's legs. She was so quick with her slight of hand; she almost looked like a magician pulling the tablecloth out from under the fine china. Karen looked down at her victim and saw how the moonlight reflected off of the downed woman's glistening body. "I have a special treat for you Traci dear, now don't go away, I'll be right back."

Karen turned and headed to where the lifeguard stand now lay on its side. Traci had a stash of all kinds of whips that she had used on Karen the night before and the brunette wanted a little revenge. The long leather strap Karen wanted was now pinned under the fallen tower and it took a little doing, but she was eventually able to pull out the same belt Traci had used on her the last day or two. When Karen returned to the lifeguard, Traci was still lying flat on her back, silent and very still.

"OK bitch, on your feet!" Karen commanded as she reached down and began to haul the black woman to her feet by the hair. She got Traci as far as her knees, but while Karen steadied herself for the second tug which would lift Traci to her feet, the kneeling lifeguard drove her fist deep up and slammed it deep into Karen's unprepared belly! "Oooooooffffffff!!!!!!!!" Karen grunted as she folded over at the waist, her breasts coming to a stop surrounding Traci's forearm.

Traci grabbed Karen behind the thighs, then from her kneeling position, she rose straight up. With Karen hunched over, her shoulder caught Karen under the chin and the Playmate's teeth clashed together. Then she felt Traci yank on her legs, pulling them out from under her and sending her crashing on her back in the sand. Like a wave crashing up onto the beach, the momentum had reached its peak and now headed back out like the receding water.

Karen took a quick inventory much the way a battleship assesses damage after an attack. Her belly churned, her breath was coming in short, labored gasps and she could taste the blood where she'd bitten her tongue. Unfortunately, Traci didn't allow all sectors to report in before she raised her foot and stomped down on the battered brunette.

"Uuuggghhh!!!"

"That's' right girlfriend! We just gettin' this party started!" Traci assured the Playmate as she tossed a variation of Karen's own word in her face. "I'm the hostess with the mostess and you my guest of honor! I promise not to give you ANYthing but my undivided attention from here on out!" Traci dropped down, straddling Karen's waist facing her. "You looking a little pale tonight sugah; how 'bout I put some color on ya?" Traci began teeing off, whipping blistering forehand and backhand slaps across Karen's pride and joys. "That wasn't very nice how you attacked my superior breasts, hon. You mus' be damn jealous of 'em."

Traci repositioned herself, laying on top of Karen breast to breast, then she started to roll her shoulders, left, right, left, right; grinding her tits on Karen's. With Traci's full body weight pressing down on her, Karen was having trouble breathing and with her tits already tender, it didn't take long for Traci's firm breasts overpower hers, pancaking them against her chest. By the time Traci felt she'd successfully defeated Karen in the chest department, she was already starting to feel a familiar tingling between her legs so she changed her tactics and instead of rolling her chest from side to side, she begin humping her hips in an up and down motion. Karen cried out - not only in disgust and pain but because their pubic regions were different as the colors of their skin! Karen preferred the typical Playmate style 'well manicured' strip while Traci favored a thick, full bush between her legs. It didn't take much scrubbing action before Traci's wiry pubic hair was abrading Karen's smooth, tender flesh.

The big lifeguard lowered her head and began to whisper in Karen's ear, "What's that matter girl? You don't seem to enjoy being dominated by a better woman!"

Traci's breathing rate began to increase and the frenetic grinding motion of her hips increased until she couldn't hold her head up any longer, letting it drop on Karen's shoulder as her mind could concentrate on only one thing and one thing only…her building CLIMAX!

Karen didn't want to allow Traci the pleasure and turned her head toward Traci's face. As Traci humped away, Karen bit down, sinking her teeth into the Black beauty's earlobe. Karen took Traci's pained yelp as her signal to thrust her hips up with all her remaining strength. The Baywatch Babe had abandoned her dry humping of the Playmate and was now fighting desperately to pull her ear from Karen's clenched teeth without losing it entirely! This time Karen was tasting someone else's blood and, she noted with satisfaction, it tasted much sweeter than her own!

Traci gained some distance between the two women and had regained her feet cupping her hand over her injured ear. "You're going to pay for that bitch!" Traci howled as she began to close the distance to reengage the playmate. Karen rolled to her side and pushed herself up onto her elbow. Traci now loomed over her about three steps away from her. Karen saw the leather strap lying in the sand where she had just dropped it and made a dive for the weapon. Just as Traci was about to reach her. CRACK the whip sounded as it blasted across the Ebony woman's tits.

Traci jumped back and tried to protect herself using her hands. From her position on the ground the next strike with the leather strap was in an upward motion and hit home right between Traci's legs. CRACK!

"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE….." A blood curdling scream followed even as Traci's hands dropped too late to protect this new region from attack.

Once more Karen flashed out the strap; this time wrapping it around Traci's ankles. With a mighty tug, the Playmate dumped the lifeguard on her ass, sending her crashing to the sand. Karen scrambled back to her feet while Traci tried to create some distance by scrambling away on her hands and knees. CRACK! Another lash of the strap left an angry welt diagonally across Traci's back as Karen assumed the roll of cattle herder and started driving Traci toward the parking lot. CRACK! This blow came from the opposite side, leaving a bright crimson "X" on Traci's back; the skin actually flayed wide open at the apex.

"Get along lil' doggie!" Karen laughed as she continued to wield the strap with righteous anger.

When they reached the car, Karen let fly with one final blow, barking a stern command, "Hold it right there bitch!" Traci, not wanting to give Karen any excuse to flay her some more, quickly complied. "Hands behind your back!" Karen growled, raising the strap threateningly. Again, Traci complied, albeit sullenly.

With the last piece of rope, Karen secured bound Traci's hands behind her back, then she reached down and picked up the car keys she'd stashed on the back tire. She popped the trunk to reveal the writhing mass of women stashed inside who'd been prying for someone to arrive and free them. The first face they saw was Traci's and they immediately started to gush their thank and pleaded with her to cut them loose.

But then they heard Karen's voice snarl, "Get in bitch!"

Only then did they realize that Karen had taken out Traci too…and their hearts dropped. After Traci climbed in, Karen stood with hands on hips to survey the human sardine can she'd created with the lush bodies of her pulchritudinous enemies. She couldn't get the smile off her lips as she slammed the deck lid shut, slapped her hand on the trunk and muttered, "Y'all enjoy the ride!.

Karen walked around to the driver's door and the woman in the trunk started to panic when they heard the door open and then close an instant later. When they heard the car start and felt it start to rumble over the gravel, they REALLY began to panic. They had no idea were Karen was taking them or what she had planned. When the car turned onto a paved road and accelerated, they held their collective breaths. Karen had turned onto the Pacific Coast highway, heading back toward Muscle Beach where her ordeal had begun early the previous day. Her car was still parked where she'd left it and she decided she'd find her clothes before heading home.

"Those shit-wastes that started all this are going to pay!" she muttered aloud. "But not tonight, I've got nothing left in the tank." Karen walked down to the beach where she not only found her clothes, but also those of Kiana and Cori. It was obvious there had been a major struggle from the way that the beach sand had been churned up - not to mention the clumps of hair and shreds of tattered cloth. "Boy do I have a story to tell those girls!" she thought as she slipped back into her bathing suit before she headed back to her car…leaving the Caddy with its fleshy cargo to bake in the broiling afternoon sun!

Karen looked forward to settling at least two unpaid debts but first she looked forward to a warm bath and some TLC from IRISH…but that would be at a later time; and in another story!
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A few weeks had passed since Karen McDougal's last chance meeting on the sandy shores of Muscle Beach. She was able to take out Traci Bingham and gain her freedom from the gathered masses of former Baywatch starlets. While Karen was pretty happy with the outcome, she was far from happy about the hand she'd been dealt. She thought back to the sunny morning that she had spent that day lying on the sand, waiting for her friends to arrive. But rather then friends, it was two foes - Sung Hi Lee and Lisa Boyle who had the element of surprise and numbers on their side. And while Karen put up a good fight, she wondered how things would have been different if she'd had the opportunity to face them one on one.

Karen had returned to her workout routine after taking a couple of weeks off to recuperate and was starting to feel like herself again. The muscles of her arms bulged as she did reps of dips as she eyed herself in the large mirror and thought aloud, "Yeah Karen, the time has come for you to look up some old acquaintances." After her workout, Karen showered and paid a visit to the Playboy personnel office where she found exactly what she was looking for...an address. Lisa and Sung Hi shared an apartment on the other side of town and she found out not only the address, but where they worked and what kind of car each drove. "Let's see what happens when I confront each one of them by herself!" Karen grinned as she left the office.

Over the next week, Karen studied their routine. Like clock work, Lisa would leave the house in a yellow Mustang convertible leaving Sung Hi home alone. Karen noted the time and figured she had at least two hours alone with the Korean - more than she'd need.

The next morning Karen paid a visit to the Hertz rent a car just outside of the LAX airport. She smiled as she collected the keys from the attendant and drove off in the car she'd reserved, a yellow Ford Mustang. Karen waited down the block out of sight until she saw Lisa motoring around the corner, taking it almost on two wheels. She glanced at her watch and noted the time. "Right on schedule."

Karen slipped the transmission in gear and stomped down on the gas. The tires squealed as she popped the clutch, trying hard to mimic Lisa's driving style. A minute later the Mustang slid into the driveway and came to a stop. Sung Hi had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the car pull into the driveway.

"That's funny." She thought. "I thought I heard Lisa leave just as I turned on the shower." With a towel wrapped around her glistening body and a second covering her still damp hair, Sung Hi went to the front door to see what her roommate had forgotten. Just as Karen reached the front door, it swung open. "What did you forg...?" Sung Hi asked, vigorously rubbing her hair with the towel looking to dry it as fast as she could.

The yellow Mustang, dark hair, and pink warm-up jacket exactly like the one Lisa had just left the house with gave Karen a second before recognition sat in and a vicious heart punch sent Sung Hi skidding across the tile floor of the foyer. She came to rest at the bottom of the steps to the second floor gasping in pain, holding her sternum.

"No, I can't think of anything I forgot!" Karen said as she stepped into the house, closing the door behind her and tossing the warm-up jacket on the door knob of the closet.

She stood over the downed Korean and reached down and pulled the smaller woman to her feet. Sung Hi was gasping for air, but found the strength to fire a punch at Karen's navel. The Playmate let out a small grunt as she was more surprised than hurt by the effort. Thinking that she'd found a weakness and a chance at freedom, Sung Hi drew back and fired another punch at her home invader. The sound of fist on flesh echoed in the small foyer area of the house, but Karen had tightened her washboard abs and was prepared for this shot and instead of the desired effect of another pained grunt and the hair hold loosening, all Sung Hi heard was Karen's voice, "Is that the best you can do?"

Still firmly holding her by the hair, Karen dragged Sung Hi forward and pulled her head under her arm. Karen's forearm was across Sung Hi's throat and she began to choke her. With the Korean in a vulnerable spot, Karen lifted her knee into her belly over and over, bringing the smaller woman's feet off the ground with each blow.

"OOOFFF!!!! OOOOHHHH!!!! OOOFFF!!!! OOOOHHH!!!"

With Sung Hi's legs turning to jelly, Karen shifted her position, tucking Sung Hi's head between her legs in a standing head scissor. If Sung Hi thought Karen wasn't allowing her to breath before with the belly shots, it was a lot worse when the Playmate began to squeeze her legs, crushing Sung Hi's head. All Sung Hi could do was claw hopelessly at the back of Karen's legs but since the Playmate was in sweatpants, her long nails had little effect.

Karen tightened her legs with pulsating crushes, causing Sung Hi's head to throb. Karen then reached down and began to paddle Sung Hi's bare ass with open handed slaps that stung more and more with each blow. Sung Hi's ass almost glowed as it took on a red hue. Her face was a similar color with embarrassment. Sung Hi continued to struggle to free herself, and soon an idea crossed her mind. Raising her hands from Karen's ass to her waistband, Sung Hi latched onto the top of the sweatpants and the underwear below and stared to slip them off of Karen's waist, and over her ass.

The sweatpants gave way a lot easier then a pair of jeans would have, and soon Karen felt a sudden draft. But that wasn't all! As soon as the material cleared Karen's glutes, Sung Hi dug her nails deep in the flesh causing the Playmate to yelp and her vice to loosen. Sung Hi worked her hands further between Karen's legs, then when she found her target, she sank her nails in as deep as she could! Karen's yelp turned into an all out shriek. Her legs snapped open freeing Sung Hi's head as her hands shot behind her desperately trying to remove Sung Hi's talons.

As Karen tried to step back away from her attacker, Sung Hi lunges forward driving her shoulder into Karen's belly, knocking her flat on her back. Sung Hi follows Karen all the way to floor, never quite releasing her crotch claw until they land. Even then, it's just long enough to bring her hand from under Karen's ass to the front of her body, where the Korean goes for a direct frontal attack. Tears well up in the eyes of the Playmate as the Korean's skilled fingers go exactly to an area that will inflict maximum pain and damage. Sung Hi is enjoying every minute of this little surprise home invasion as the hunter has become the prey.

"Fuck you McDougal!" she hisses as Karen gasps in agony.

Struggling to focus through tear filled eyes; Karen lunges out and grabs hold of Sung Hi by a handful of hand. The Korean is concentrating too much at the task at hand to realize that Karen is pulling her head closer, into the kill zone. Sung Hi's attention is snapped back to the here and now when the first of many sledge hammered fist strikes the side of her face. At first she tries to weather the storm by digging her nails in deeper, trying to get Karen to abandoned the attack, but the Playmate's crotch has already passed the point of pain and she continues the onslaught until Sung Hi releases the claw and tries to protect her head. Like a Casey Kasem show, the hits just coming! Karen continues to rain the devastating blows right through Sung Hi's now very sloppy defenses until the Korean rolls herself up into a ball to try and deflect the punches.

Karen rolls away from Sung Hi and rises to her knees. She takes a moment to inspect the battle damage between her legs and sees that it are is full of bloody scratches and claw marks.

"You're going to pay for that bitch!" Karen growls as she rises to her feet, carefully pulling her panties and sweatpants back up where they belong.

Filled with hatred, Karen walked over and grabbed Sung Hi by her long dark hair once again. Scanning the area quickly, Karen saw a way to inflict some more damage to her foe, and dragged the Korean on her hands and knees to the base of the stairs leading to the second floor. Karen saw that the treads of the stairs were a light colored oak, unprotected by carpeting. But what interested her the most was the long banister ending in a solid 4x4 hardwood post. Karen stopped Sung Hi just before the post and pulled her head back. When she couldn't pull it back any further without toppling the Korean over, she snapped it forward with her hand still buried in Sung Hi's hair.

CRACK! Her head crashed full speed into the stationary object. Karen reared back again and ...

CRACK! Sung Hi's face was now a mask of blood from a gash that had developed across her forehead.

CRACK! Karen noticed a crimson spray that flew onto the stair treads and their gloss white risers.

CRA.... Karen's aim was off a little a it was just a glancing blow to the post, but Sung Hi's head bounced to the right where it became trapped between the post and the bottom spindle.

Karen released Sung Hi's hair, seeing that the Korean was not going anywhere soon. She stopped to catch her own breath, and that was when she felt the throbbing between her legs each time that her heart beat.

"I better put some ice down there to ease the pain a little," she thought as she walked into the kitchen in search of relief.

Lisa hadn't gotten to far when she realized that she had forgotten something at home. She reached the next exit on the freeway, did a cloverleaf, and two minutes later she was headed back towards her home. She sensed that something was up when she turned onto her block and spotted an exact replica of her car parked in the driveway in the same spot that she normally leaves her car. She stopped a couple houses short of her house and left the car there, out of site of their front door.

In the kitchen, Karen had found a dish cloth and grabbed a handful of ice cubes out of the freezer. Wrapping them in the cloth, she slipped it into her panties.

"Oooohhh!!!! That's cold!" she said as she walked, a little awkwardly, back into the living room.

Staying close to the front of her neighbor's house, Lisa slipped closer to the house and ducked down behind the car in the driveway. "Everything looked OK so far, the front door hadn't been kicked in, but who's car is this?" Lisa thought. Feeling a little braver, Lisa made her way to the front window and peeked in. She saw that the living room was empty and she was just about to get o the front door when she saw the unmoving body of her roommate stuck in the banister. She confirmed that something was indeed amiss, and she headed back over to the garage.

Karen and Lisa just missed each other as Karen walked into the living room, directly over to the large bay window. She looked outside and didn't detect anything unusual on the street. Just to play it safe, Karen pulled on the draw strings of the blinds so that nobody would be able to see into the house. With the cord still clasped in her hand, Karen had an idea and pulled them from the blinds and walked back over to where Sung Hi was still trapped. The Korean's ass jutted up into the air as she struggled to pull her head free.

WHA! WHA! WHA! Was the sound that the cord made as Karen began to whip it round and round over her head like a cowboy swings a lasso. Sung Hi's body jolted stiff as she heard the unknown noise behind her and cringed in preparation for what would come next. Rather then lasso Sung Hi, Karen just used the cord as a whip instead. SNAP! as it bounced off of Sung Hi's ass. Karen had some time to kill until Lisa returned home, so why not? WHA! WHA! WHA! SNAP! scoring another direct hit. "One or two more blows like that, and I'm going to lose control of something." Sung Hi thought to herself in desperation.

Next to the garage was a five foot chained link fence. Lisa quickly scaled it and pulled herself up standing on the top rail. From there she was able to grab hold of the top of the garage roof and pulled herself up onto the flat surface of the attached garage. Quietly, she tip toed across the roof to a door that led out to the roof. She often used the area to sun herself. It drove the neighborhood men wild, and their wives even wilder. Lisa recalled with an impish smile.

"Screw 'em if they can't keep their man's eyes from wandering. It's a free country!" When she reached the door she quietly turned the knob, it was unlocked just as she normally left it. "One of these days one of these guys are going to grow a set of balls and come visit me. Or even better, maybe one of their wives'll stop by for a little chat."

Karen never heard Lisa enter the house and slither across the second floor bedroom over the sound of Sung Hi's cries. Lisa heard the whipping that was coming from down below and crawled a little faster. When she popped her head out, peering around the corner, she saw that it was Karen who'd taken out her friend and roommate. Surmising what had transpired up to this point, Lisa thought, "Well Karen, it's going to be me that has the element this time!" As she stood and sat on top of the banister. Lisa let go of the wall and started her rapid descent.

Karen must have heard the banister creek or just sensed danger, and looked up just in time to see the arrival of Sung Hi's roommate. The Playmate was taken completely by surprise. She saw Lisa leave with her own two eyes! What ever the case, she had no time to react when Lisa barreled into her feet first at breakneck speed.

Lisa's heels crushed Karen's breast against her ribcage, and sent the winded Playmate flying backwards, across the foyer, until she crashed against the front door striking the back of her head. McDougal sunk to her knees, dizzy, gasping for air, and struggling to process what exactly just happened. She didn't have much time to figure it out for herself though, Lisa gave a quick glance over to Sung Hi and stepped forward to continue with Karen.

Lisa grabbed hold of Karen's head and pulled it forward between her knees. Squeezing her legs together as tightly as she could, Lisa then dropped to her knees forcing Karen face first into the hard tile floor of the foyer. Lisa kept up the pressure trying to crush Karen's head like a grape. With the Playmate trapped in this position, Lisa took the opportunity to fire a couple of punches into her lower back. When Lisa felt Karen's struggles start to subside, she rose and pulled Karen to her feet.

Karen was roughly shoved up against the door, a knee placed between her legs to help steady her. Karen let out a gasp as the ice cubes that had not yet melted jabbed into the damaged area. Lisa threw a forearm smash against Karen's breast, flattening them again.

"Are you ready for some real fun?" Lisa taunted.

All she got for a reply was a defiant, "Fuck you!"

"Wrong answer!" Lisa snapped as she grabbed Karen behind her neck and flung her into the living room. "We'll have a little more room in here to play."

Lisa walked over to the downed Playmate and roughly pulled her T-shirt up and over her head. Like in a burlesque show, Lisa twirled the garment around her finger before tossing it across the room onto the couch. Before Karen had a moment to react, Lisa stepped behind her and unsnapped her bra. A quick flip of the wrist and Karen's pride and joys found freedom. But rather then completely removing the bra, Lisa wrapped it around Karen's neck and began to throttle her with it.

Lisa continued to strangle Karen until she pulled her flat on her back. She released the bra and moved down to Karen's waist. As Karen struggled to untangle the bra from her neck, Lisa grabbed hold of Karen's sweatpants and pulled them down, off of her legs.

Lisa looked surprised when she glanced down and saw the bulge in Karen's panties. On closer examination she noticed a corner of the dish towel sticking out above the waistband and it all made sense. "Lets see what your hiding down here." Lisa told Karen as she grabbed her panties and pulled them down below her knees. She glanced at the ravished area between Karen's leg and looked over her shoulder in Sung Hi's direction in admiration and said, "Damn girl, you did OK for yourself before I got here!" Turning back to Karen she said, "Man that looks like it really hurts!" As she poked and probed the damaged area with a long sharpened fingernail.

Lisa concentrated on flicking Karen down below, and attempting to yank out clumps of hair when the Playmate knew that she had to act quickly before she wound up at the beach again as a guest of Traci Bingham's, or worse, a house guest here on an extended stay.

It had worked once with Sung Hi, so Karen tried it again. With Lisa distracted, Karen grabbed her by the hair and started pounding away with her right fist. The blows that she threw didn't have the same mustard on them as what Sung Hi had experienced, but they were coming in a often enough, concentrated in the same area over and over again that it was enough to at least stun Lisa.

Besides playing with her prey prematurely, Lisa also made the mistake of leave in the bra in reach of Karen rather then throwing it across the room like she had done with the T-shirt and sweatpants. Karen paid her back by wrapping the bra tightly around Lisa's neck. When the lack of air started to take its effect, Karen rolled Lisa off of the top of her locking her legs around Lisa's waist.

Karen never let up until she had effectively choked Lisa out. She rolled away from Lisa and stripped her of her clothing. Using Lisa's own bra, Karen secured her hands behind her back. Lisa began to come around and struggled against her restraints. Karen had enough of her bitching and moaning and just wanted the bitch to shut up already. Karen reached down, grabbed Lisa's panties, and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Aaahhhh! Peace and quite!" Karen said as she stood and admired her work.

Sung Hi had recovered enough to renew her struggles to free herself. She found that if she tried to pull her head straight back, her ears hung up and only caused her a lot of pain. Trying to fight through it, she found it was no use. She even when as far as trying to use her own blood, a naturally slippery substance, to coat the post and spindle so she could try and slip her head free. While pretty ingenious, it just didn't work. She did find however, that her struggles had loosened the spindle itself. She twisted and screwed it back and forth until she felt that she had successfully loosened it enough. With all her remaining strength, she pushed and pulled it until she was able to free the top end from the banister. She then lifted the other side out of the top of the step and was able to finally pull her head free.

She didn't want to drop the spindle fearing that the sound it would make as it struck the hard wood floor would alert Karen to her freedom. Instead she just stood firmly clasping the spindle in her hands. Sung Hi slowly made her way across the living room and wielding the spindle like a bat, struck Karen across the back, directly between the shoulder blades. Karen let out a shriek as she flew across the living room, stumbling over a foot stool, and crash-landed in a heap on the floor near the fireplace.

Sung Hi feared for her roommate and lover, Lisa. She bent down and pulled the panties from her mouth. "Lisa! Are you OK?" she asked almost in a panic.

"I'll be OK. Finish the bitch and then untie me!" Lisa commanded in return.

Karen rolled over on her back as Sung Hi stood, looking to attack the Playmate with the spindle again. Looking up at the Korean who was closing the distance between them, Karen knew that she would never be able to make it back to her feet before Sung Hi reached her, and tried to part her hair again with the spindle. She drew her legs in close to her body, first just trying to offer some protection to the vital areas of her body. As she bent her knees up to her chest, her foot hit the stool that she had tripped over and Karen noticed that it moved. Thinking quickly, Karen waited until Sung Hi was just about in range and she kicked out explosively with both legs. She had realized that the foot stool was on wheels and she sent it flying towards Sung Hi like one of those stones that they use up in Canada in the sport curling. She didn't need anybody in front with a broom to help the projectile along as it struck Sung Hi just below the knee.

Sung Hi flew up in the air head over heels... or should it be heels over head? When the foot stool took both of her legs out from under her. CLACK! CLICK! CLACK! was the sound that the spindle made when it bounced off of the hard wood floor. Sung Hi landed flat on her back, striking the back of her head on the solid surface. Karen noticed the spindle halfway between her and where Sung Hi had landed and immediately rolled to try and retrieve it. The blur of Karen's movement caught Sung Hi's eye and she realized where Karen was headed a moment before she could react, or even realize that she never had possession of the improvised weapon any longer.

Sung Hi rolled away from the direction of the spindle and had just about made it up to her feet when she felt the solid blow of the hard wood spindle right at the side of her knee. She fell like a tree taken out by Paul Bunyan himself. Karen crawled over to her and shoved her over onto her back. The Playmate straddled her waist and then using the spindle, pressed it firmly across the Korean's throat. Karen didn't want to kill her, OK maybe she did, but she held the choke hold long enough to make sure that Sung Hi was not getting up anytime soon to cause her any more grief.

Karen quickly dressed and headed out to the driveway. In the trunk of the mustang, she retrieved a duffel bag and headed back into the house. Just as predicted, neither Lisa or Sung Hi had moved much in her absence. Unzipping the bag, Karen pulled out a couple of large plastic ties, like the police use, and used them to secure both of her prisoners hands behind their backs in a more permanent manner. She marched the two women out to her rented car and stuffed them in the back seat. Making sure that she locked the front door behind her, Karen headed back towards the Playboy mansion with her bounty. These two reneges will be providing some humiliating entertainment for Hef and the girls for days to come.