“She knows my car so you’ll have to drive.” Petra told Brooke Burke, the woman she’d chosen as her partner in crime for her little visit to Muscle Beach. “Besides, if we take that custom van of yours, we can set up the video camera in the side window and nobody will be able to see it through the tinted glass.”
Brooke agreed and the two women pulled away from Brooke’s LA mansion after storing the video gear in the back of the van. They arrived at the beach early, long before Karen or Cori Nadine usually arrived. Brooke parked in a corner of the parking lot where they could keep an eye on the entrance as well as have a commanding view of the entire beach.
“I’ll set up the camera,” Petra told Brooke as she slipped behind a makeshift curtain into the rear of the van.
“We have company!” Brooke proclaimed to Petra shortly.
“SHIT! Is it her already?” Petra muttered. “I haven’t even finished setting up the camera.”
“No it ain’t them; just some guy out running on the beach. Probably some old perv looking for young girls to molest!”
Petra ducked her head through the curtain to have a look and exclaimed, “I know him! Whatever you do, if he comes over here - get rid of him.”
Right on cue, Jermaine, the ‘perv’ out running along the beach, spotted the van which he didn’t recognize, and decided to jog over and have a look.
“I better warn them off. If they’re here when Karen and Cori arrive the fur is going to fly…not that I’d mind hanging around to get a tuft or two for my ‘collection’.” (editors note: LOL!)
“Oh-oh, dammit! Here he comes!” Petra said, ducking behind the curtain. “Remember Brooke, get rid of him whatever it takes!” she repeated her instructions to ensure Brooke understood.
As Jermaine got closer he saw a beautiful brunette sitting behind the wheel. “Not bad!” he thought as he got closer. “And no wedding ring! By the looks of that van, she’s got money.” (Maybe I shouldn’t warn her off an let ‘nature’ take its course?)
Brooke slid down the window as Jermaine approached the driver’s side. “Can I help you?”
“I was just going to ask you the same thing. You’re not from around here, are you?” Jermaine said smoothly.
Brooke smiled from ear to ear and tried to get rid of Jermaine, “I’m just waiting for some friends, but thanks for asking.”
Petra wasn’t impressed with Brooke’s efforts and hissed instructions that only Brooke could hear. Brooke had been wearing a pendant necklace around her neck and she began to toy with it which naturally drew Jermaine’s eyes to her cleavage. He began to feel his knees growing weak as all the blood rushed to….well, NOT to his brain! Brooke saw he’d taken the bait and seductively traced her finger over the full, smooth curve of her right breast, then plunged it down into the deep valley between her two magnificent tits. Poor Jermaine never saw Petra who had slipped out the opposite side door and crept around the back, then up the driver’s side behind him.
When she saw in the rearview mirror that Petra was in position, Brooke “accidentally” dropped the keys to the van out the window at Jermaine’s feet. Being the gentleman he was, Jermaine naturally immediately bent to pick them up and return them to the beautiful driver. (Maybe there’d be a ‘reward’ for his efforts?)
Just as poor Jermaine’s head was in position, Brooke kicked the door open, slamming him in the head. As he reeled back in pain, Petra was all over him, hitting him high while Brooke spilled out of the van grabbing hold of his runner’s legs. The two busty beauties tackled him to the ground and before Jermaine knew what hit him, he was face down in the sand with Petra securing his wrists behind his back with a plastic tie. When the two women rolled him onto his back and as Petra stared down at him, recognition hit Jermaine like a ton of bricks.
“Hey! I know you! You’re Akkia the Pervert!” Then that little hamster spinning the treadmill between his ears really started kicking into overdrive. “You’re NOT here to meet friends!” he yelled at Brooke. “You’re here to bushwhack Karen and Cori!”
“Good guess Einstein! Figured that out all by yourself did you?” Petra growled, dismayed by the disruption of their plan.
“Yes I did bitch!” Jermaine barked defiantly. “And I’m going to warn them when they show up!”
“I don’t think so sport!” Petra said as she pulled Jermaine up to sitting position. Brooke reached into the van and pulled out a scarf they could use as a gag. Once Jermaine was silenced, the two women dragged him to the back of the van and stuffed him in the rear, then slammed the doors. “Let’s hope we don’t have any more surprises.” Petra told Brooke. “Now let’s get in position and wait for ‘our friends’.”
Petra had done her homework and Brooke figured she must have been planning a raid on Muscle Beach for some time. The terrain of the land was relatively flat, with a slight pitch running from the coast road down toward the ocean, but Petra’s duffel bag produced an entrenching tool and she quickly dug a shallow trench in the sand.
“Lay down!” she ordered Brooke before she ran back up to the parking lot. Looking back towards the ocean, Petra couldn’t see Brooke even though she knew where to look. “Perfect!” she muttered, then headed to the trench to take her position next to Brooke - well out of sight from the parking lot.
Cori was the first to arrive. After the last few weeks of wave after wave of invasions of “their beach”, Karen and Cori had become very aware of their surroundings and knew that every shadow could hide a potential adversary. Quickly scanning the beach and not seeing any threats, however, Cori relaxed as she walked out onto the sand and carefully laid out her beach towel before she began some stretching exercises to loosen up while she waited for Karen to arrive to start their daily workout. Petra peeked over the edge of the trench and saw Cori had her back to them.
“Shit! I’d much rather take a crack at Karen, but she’ll do ‘til our ‘Precious Playmate Princess’ arrives. You ready?”
Brooke, by way of an answer, rose and headed straight for Cori who turned toward the water just as Brooke was about to crash into her full speed. Ducking and using a hip check that any hockey player would proud of, Cori easily sent Brooke flying into the sand. Petra arrived a split second behind Brooke, before Cori had a chance to move toward Brooke or get out of the path of the oncoming train! Petra slammed into Cori, taking her down hard to the sand. Cori was strong, but Petra landed on top of her, riding her down to the sand and knocking the wind out of the brunette. Petra started swinging with both fists, scoring to Cori’s face as she straddled her, pinning her to the ground. Trying for an early knockout, Petra pulled Cori’s head out of the sand and plunged her face deep in her massive cleavage.
“Not so tough are you muscle girl?” Petra taunted as Cori struggled for air.
Petra’s breasts were large, her waist wasn’t and Cori wrapped her muscular arms around it and started to squeeze with all her might. It was now a contest to see who would run out of breath first and both women gasped as they tried to hang on. Sensing she had to do something, Cori shifted her body, tossing Petra off to the side. Cori rose quickly, intending to target Petra’s ribs which had to be hurting after her crushing bearhug. Petra let out a pained scream when Cori stomped on her chest, just bellow her breasts.
“Yep! That is one tender target indeed!” Petra assessed.
Raising her foot, Cori prepared for another painful stomp but before she could complete the downward stroke of her powerful, piston-like legs, Brooke leaped on her back and wrapped her legs around the muscle girl’s thighs. In a flash, the ‘Wild On’ girl went wild, wrapping her arms around Cori’s throat and clamping down. After two air depriving moves, the winded muscle girl found herself in big trouble and it didn’t get better when Petra stood up holding her side! Petra stepped forward and snapped a heel kick that snacked right between Cori’s legs and the Muscle Beach Queen dropped like a tree under Paul Bunyan’s ax!
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Karen pulled into the parking lot first noticing the strange custom van parked in the corner. Seeing Cori’s car, she quickly scanned the beach just as her friend was taken down by the gruesome twosome of Brooke and Petra! Karen dropped the two Latte’s she’d picked up for Cori and herself as she went charging into battle like the cavalry of the late 1800’s.
With Brooke still tightly wrapped around Cori, Petra stood over the two and decided to pay back the brunette with a couple of nasty heel stomps of her own. Petra never saw Karen coming and the former PMOY hit her full stride knocking her off of her feet. Seeing Petra staggered, Karen looked over at Brooke and Cori and saw that her friend was getting blue in the face due to a lack of oxygen. She knew instantly where her priorities lay and she ran over and grabbed a fist full of Brooke’s hair and pulled her off of the top of her teammate.
Burke barely had a chance to turn and face Karen and she was met with a series of powerful body blows to her belly and tits. Brooke was definitely feeling the burn when Karen stepped forward and brought an uppercut from down by her toes that struck the wild on girl right on the point of her chin. CLACK! Her pearly whites slammed together.
Although he was gagged, the women never bothered to blindfold Jermaine so when he looked around and saw they had a video camera set up in the back of the van, he tried to shake the vehicle from side to side to knock it over.
“Fuck them!” he thought. “They aren’t going to profit over this ambush!”
But now he stared out the window intently as Karen had started to turn the tides and was glad he hadn’t been successful in his effort to upset the taping. He wanted to show Irish the tape after Karen and Cori figured out the van belonged to Brooke and Petra and freed him.
Petra rose slowly, finally getting the match up she’d been waiting for since the gazebo on the beach (See ‘Karen McDougal’s 12 Labors, Part 12 written by Jermaine.) Cori was down and looked out of it and in another few seconds Karen would have dispatched Brooke, meaning it would be just the two of them, one-on-one. Petra harbored enough hatred toward Karen for ten other women and while Karen dispatched Brooke, Petra rolled her head from side to side, working out the kinks, stretched her muscles and cracked her knuckles, warming up for the ‘main event.’
“Bitch you’re mine!” Karen turned and was startled for a moment when she saw a very angry looking Petra ready to do battle. “What’s the matter runt? You see a ghost? Or maybe you see your future? I promise you it’s going to be full of pain.” Petra spat when she saw Karen give a start.
The two women began to close the distance between them with steely determination in their eyes. Petra was first to connect with a solid right to Karen’s jaw that sent her back-peddling up onto her heels. Intent on an early knockout, Petra stormed forward and let another haymaker rip. Lucky for Karen, she was able to duck under it before it could connect and answered with a straight right to Petra’s left breast. The punch struck solidly and Karen’s whole hand sank in almost to her wrist!
Petra gasped in pain and immediately clutched it close to her body, cradling it from any further damage. With the left breast protected the right one was vulnerable and Karen threw the left in a mirror image of her last punch. With this last blow, Petra’s arms dropped to her sides and Karen began swinging wild lefts and rights at the large targets presented before her. Tears welled in Petra’s eyes as her brain searched for a counter to Karen’s attack.
Petra had been taught way back in a junior high locker room that her extremely large breasts made easy targets, but she’d also learned from experience they also made great weapons. Karen’s attack slowed as her arms began to grow weary which gave Petra the opening to reach out and grab two fistfuls of hair and pull Karen’s head down, burying the Playmate’s flushed face between her breasts.
“MMMMMppphhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” Karen struggled to breathe as Petra’s enormous breast washed over her like a tidal wave of flesh stealing the life giving air. Her knees began to weaken from the lost, but Karen kept her head driving a knee directly up between Petra’s spread legs, hammering her pubic mound…once…twice…three times before Karen finally broke the hold and Petra collapsed to her knees in front of the former PMOY. On her knees clutching herself, Petra was in a world of hurt - which was about to get much worse!
Karen scored a direct hit to the underside of Petra’s breast sending it flying up. The mass of the breast meat stretched against the retaining skin and it damn near struck her in the back as it went flying over her shoulder. Nothing is worth doing once that you wouldn’t do twice! Karen sent a second kick to the underside of Petra’s opposite beast, sending that one bounding out of control as well.
Petra tried to take a swing at Karen to fend her off, but in her weakened condition, Karen easily caught her fist and used it to twist her arm behind her back. Now standing behind Petra, Karen shot her elbow backward smashing Petra right at the base of her skull sending her crashing facefirst into the sand. Remembering the year long torment at the hands of Akkia and her henchwomen, Karen wasn’t inclined to be lenient to her least favorite Playboy alumna. With Petra pitched forward, face down in the sand; Karen knelt down on the back of both of her legs pinning them in place. Karen then grabbed Petra by the waist and pulled her up onto her knees.
“Those big udders look like they need to be milked!” Karen stated as she reached between Petra’s legs with both hands and latched onto one of Petra’s heavy hanging milk glands.
Karen almost wrung the breast tissue in her hands like she was trying to give Petra an Indian burn, and then began roughly pulling each breast down as hard as she could alternating between each breast. Petra was bawling as Karen worked over her pride and joys. Instinctively, she shot her hands down and grabbed Karen by the wrist, sinking her nails in deeply. Lucky for Petra she caught Karen between squeezes so that she currently didn’t have hold of anything. Petra then slammed her formidable thighs shut, trapping Karen in place!
Karen cursed herself for putting herself in such a vulnerable position. As Petra squeezed tighter and tighter, Karen felt like her arms were being separated from her body at the shoulders. Feeling Karen’s warm breath on her ass as the former PMOY struggled to pull herself free, it dawned on Petra that she should try and back into Karen’s face with her ass to add a little insult to injury. Karen caught on quickly and now it was just as much a struggle to keep from getting the stink face by Akkia the pervert.
Brooke had finally shaken the cobwebs out and turned to see the position Petra had Karen trapped in. For the life of her she had no idea how the two became entangled that way, but Karen had given her plenty of reason to want to see a successful stinkface applied, so she scrambled over to help Petra wrap things up! She came up behind Karen, then dropped down on the Playmate’s legs. Karen let out a gasp as, with Petra controlling her arms and Brooke controlling her legs, she knew what was coming next! Sure enough, Brooke grabbed Karen’s hair and held her head in place while Petra got back in position. Next, the ‘Wild On’ girl began working Karen’s face up and down, scrubbing Petra’s butt crack with her nose.
Jermaine, still locked in the back of the van was screaming as the scene unfolded before his disbelieving eyes. “STOP! Don’t you dare do that to her!” he cried, but it seemed like nobody but the video camera heard him…until he saw other movement on the beach. “YES! Cori go help her!” he pleaded.
As if she heard Jermaine’s call, Cori did just that! Karen’s head found freedom as her fellow muscle beach dweller dove on top of Brooke, knocking her off of Karen. McDougal took in deep breathes and fought to clear her nose of Petra’s sent, but Verkiak still controlled the playmate. Off to the side Cori and Brooke fought for the dominant position, but by now Brooke was showing signs of tiring and Cori gained the top position and quickly glanced over to see how Karen was fairing. Her answer… not too good!
Petra still controlled Karen’s arms and went back to cranking up the pressure that she was generating on her shoulders. Rather then continuing to try and pull her rams free, Karen decided to slide her knees from the tops of Petra’s legs to a position between them. While her arms were hurting Karen’s legs were still pretty fresh and Karen used them to start to spread Petra’s legs apart.
Karen was successful in relieving the pressure, but Petra still was dug into Karen’s wrist and stubbornly holding onto them for dear life. Not knowing what else to do, Karen lunged forward, placing her shoulder against Petra’s ass. Setting her legs, Karen began to drive forward like a linebacker hitting the blocking sled at football practice.
Petra struggled to stay upright, but soon Karen drove her face first into the sand. McDougal didn’t stop her keeping her legs driving forward. Soon Petra’s face was carving a furrow in the sand almost as good as her entrenching tool had done earlier, as Karen was now using every muscle in her powerful legs to gain her freedom. Soon, Petra could hold on no longer and released her hold on Karen’s wrist to try and lift her face out of the sand. That’s when Karen leapt forward, coming down on Petra’s lower back with both knees.
“Aaaahhhh!!!!!!” Petra cried out as Karen’s knee bruised her kidneys.
Karen reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of hair and pulled Petra’s head out of the sand. Slipping her hands around Petra’s chin, Karen locked on a camel clutch, leaning back and putting all her weight into the hold. She let Petra drop to the sand and looked back over her shoulder to see Cori merrily riding Brooke’s face and grinning at her approvingly.
“Dammit Cori! Don’t just sit there getting yourself off,” Karen screamed. “Throw me one of those bikini tops so I can tie this bitch up before she comes around….then you can ride her face ‘til sundown if you want to!” Karen muttered.
Cori obliged and Karen used the bikini to secure Petra’s arms behind her back. Karen then kicked Petra in the ribs forcing her over on to her back. The Playmate dropped her bikini bottom and, facing Petra’s feet, sat down hard on her face. Karen started to grind, paying back Petra for the earlier stinkface. As she rocked, Karen looked down at two very large, very inviting targets bouncing and jiggling in front of her. Grinning, Karen once again went to work trying to milk Petra’s tits dry as she roughed the battered and bruised treasures even more.
When they’d at last satisfied themselves, Cori and Karen rolled Petra and Brooke’s bound bodies into the trench they’d dug to use as a hiding spot earlier that morning. Then using Petra’s own entrenching tool, they filled in the trench, burying their opponents bodies until the only parts visible above the sand were their heads and breasts…although Petra’s stuck out a lot higher then Brooke’s!
Jermaine jumped in excitement as Karen and Cori slowly and cautiously approached the van in the parking lot. Finding the front doors unlocked they began their search of its contents.
“MMMMppphhhhtttttt!!!!!!” he cried through his gag as Karen sprung around the back of the van, threw open the door and found him restrained.
“Jermaine! Fancy seeing you here. Don’t you know that this is a tough neighborhood?” she chuckled as she cut the tie from his wrist.
“Damn Karen! That was a close one. You two have GOT to start being more careful.”
“Us? We aren’t the ones tied up,” Cori giggled.
“And I’m not the one with the stinkface,” Karen pointed out as she jerked a thumb in Petra’s direction.
Jermaine instantly regretted his statement as soon as he said it and apologized, “Sorry Karen, I didn’t mean that.”
Cori and Karen were getting ready to leave after freeing Jermaine but he had a parting request. “You two don’t mind if I go say goodbye to your friends, do you?”
Karen and Cori exchanged a look, then shrugged. “Sure, go ahead Jermaine; guess you earned that much.”
As they got into their cars, Karen and Cori looked back to see Jermaine had dropped his pants and was straddling Petra’s face. He looked up and waved to his friends with a big, smirking grin on his face.
“Just hope she doesn’t bite him!” Karen told Cori. “I don’t need Kimberley Conrad Hefner coming after me for allowing him to stick that nasty thing where it don’t belong…Hell, I got enough women stalking me as it is!” Then they peeled out of the parking lot of ‘their beach’ and cruised down the coast road toward the nearby Starbucks to get that early morning Latte’s they’d missed.