While Mitzi was still in shock, Shirley climbed onto
the table, straddled her and used her knees to pin the blonde's
arms down. By the time Mitzi recovered enough to try to buck her
off, Shirley had her hands on Mitzi's throat and was choking the
fight out of her again. Mitzi was powerless to prevent it and
her struggles rapidly weakened as Shirley cut off her air. Shirley
kept her hands on Mitzi's elegant neck until she went limp and
her eyes rolled back in her head. Someone in the crowd yelled,
"She's got her!" as Shirley clasped her hands over her
head in a traditional "victory" pose.
"Leggo you bitch," Nikki yelled at Shirley,
"you're gonna kill her." " No, but I'm not done
yet. There's one more thing I want to do, just to make sure that
everyone knows that she's lost another fight since I can't really
tell Frank and the others about what I did here" Shirley
reared back and slammed her fist into Mitzi's left eye. Shirley
punched her again, hitting her in the same spot. Mitzi didn't
even seem to react to this one except for a little groan.
"There," Shirley giggled. "Maybe you'd
like me to do the other eye? You'd have a matching pair, like
a raccoon?" "No, ple . . please don't," Mitzi croaked.
"I can't take any more. Please don't hit me again. My face
. . ." Shirley put her fingertips over Mitzi's mouth. "Shhhhhh...,"
then Shirley turned, leaned toward Nikki and laughed. "There!
How you like your lover now. I ought to make her lick my pussy.
I know Gretchen just got you to do hers." Enraged, Nikki
called MacLaine a, "filthy cunt," and tried to pull
free of her captors. She could not reach her tormentor, but Shirley
teetering on her knees as she tried to move her pussy over Mitzi's
face seemed to lose her balance briefly. Mitzi, hearing Nikki's
voice, turned her hips slightly and Shirley fell off to the side
and landed hard on the floor. There was laughter all around as
she scrambled awkwardly to her feet her feet.
Mitzi managed to slide off the table herself and
was slowly trying to crawl away when the re-enraged redhead caught
her from behind. Reaching down she twisted her fingers in Mitzi's
short blonde hair and pulled her up to her knees. "Whoa!
You trying to run? I knew you would, I was about to let you go
but your slut lover insulted me, so I guess she needs to see you
suffer some more." She got her other hand into Mitzi's hair
and gave a violent yank. Mitzi screamed and raised her hands trying
to relieve the pressure but Shirley grinned and shook the kneeling
blonde from side to side making her bare breasts shimmy and jiggle.
"Well, whadda ya' think?" she asked the room full of
laughing dykes. "Nice tits, even for a celebrity," one
said, "but don't hurt her too much."
Shirley giggled, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle".
Then she rammed her knee in Mitzi back and used her weight to
slammed Mitzi's face into dance floor. Her blonde's head bounced,
she moaned and then lay still. Shirley sat on the small of Mitzi's
back, her hands on her hips smiling up at the crowd pressing close
to watch.
Shirley lifted Mitzi by the hair, her shoulders and
torso coming off the floor, her full breasts dangling beneath
her. "Had enough?" Shirley asked. "Are you going
to give up?" Mitzi's tried to get out a "yes" but
choked on her words as a strand of bloody snot ran from her nose,
and Shirley smashed her face into the floor once more. Mitzi lay
choking and crying and the redhead lifted her head again, prepared
to slam her back to the floor, then stopped ."Am I the best
Gaynor? Huh? Tell them!", she asked. When Mitzi didn't seem
to even hear the question, Shirley just let go and her head dropped
with a dull, "thunk." "Guess she agrees",
Shirley said, grinning with obvious self-satisfaction.
Shirley got off and rolled Mitzi onto her back, put
a foot heavily on the blonde's chest and once more raised her
hands in victory while the crowd stood applauding. Laughing, she
pushed Mitzi's boobs around with her foot. " Number one contender
my ass. You went down like the Titanic. After all the tough talk,
it turns out you're just that, all talk!" She bent over and
slapped Mitzi's face, "Hey, I'm talking to you bitch! Wake
up! Don't you have something smart to say? You always got a wisecrack.
Where's that smart lip now?" Mitzi pursed her lips, tasting
her own blood but remained silent, tears filling her eyes.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Shirley said
as she jabbed her in the breast with a finger, "can't think
of nothin' to say? Lemme help. Are you listening, bitch?"
She shook Mitzi as blood ran from the corner of her mouth. "You're
washed up honey and when I finish in the ring, everyone's gonna
know it," she taunted. But when she noticed that the blonde's
eyes were shut she looked up in mock surprise, saying to her audience,
"Ahhhh.. looks like poor little Mitzi, has gone beddy-bye.
I need you to help me wake her up again. Let's all count. "One!,"
she said as she slapped Mitzi's plump breast. "Two"
She continued slapping in a slow rhythm, as the crowd joined her.
On the fifth or sixth slap, Mitzi weakly tried to raise her hands
to protect her throbbing breasts, but Shirley violently pushed
her arms back down. "Now, now, don't go interrupting my performance.
Just put these arms down right, *THERE* and don't move them again."
Mitzi meekly let Shirley arrange her arms as she wished, bent
over her head, then she resumed slapping. The number of slaps
reached ten before she stopped Revived slightly, Mitzi moaned
but didn't resist any more.
The sharp slaps against soft skin made Nikki cringe,
but she was held in the grip of two big lesbians and was helpless
to aid her lover. "Please, somebody stop her," Nikki
interrupted as she looked to Gretchen for help and saw the big
auburn-haired woman licking her lips excitedly. "Please Gretchen!
Please stop her. Mitzi's whipped everyone can see that, I'll do
anything you want if you stop this."
Gretchen studied Nikki for a moment. "OK, Nikki,
but I'll hold you to that. She's beaten alright, just like I said
she would be." She stood up, walked to Shirley and put a
hand on her shoulder. "This has gone far enough. Let's move
on," she said, "string her up like we planned."
Hearing that, the women began to chant, "String `er up; Sting
`er up!" Nikki shivered when she heard them. "You said
you'd let her go. Not hurt her more." Gretchen chucked Nikki
under the chin, "Relax hon, I said Shirley won't do permanent
damage but she has to give her something to think about for the
next time." Shirley whispered to Mitzi who gasped, but nodded
and mumbled, "OK." Shirley said, "Alright, put
your hands over your head like a good girl." Meekly, Mitzi
lifted her hands and let Shirley use Mitzi's own bra to tie them
with a double knot so she couldn't get loose until she released
her. "That'll keep your hands outta my way while I work."
Shirley got up, took the hem of Mitzi's dress and
pulled off over her head. It was so tight it nearly decapitating
her in the process. Mitzi lay with her arms extended over her
head, limp and blushing deeply in only panties, garter belt and
stockings. She'd worn less during fights in the ring, but it was
a lot more humiliating being on the floor of a public restaurant
than in a "fight" club. Shirley arranged Mitzi's arms
above her head, and patted her cheek. "Now, be a good girl.
Behave and I won't hurt you . . . too much."
She grabbed Mitzi's hair with both hands and used
it as a "handle" to slam her head on the floor to stun
her again to ensure she didn't resist the next move. She used
her hair and an arm to drag Mitzi across the wooden floor. Mitzi
moaned and yelped in pain, kicking and struggling weakly. The
hardwood surface scraped and burned her exposed skin and by the
time Shirley had her on the other side of the room, her pale bottom
was sore and red. "Please," Mitzi moaned when Shirley
dropped her by the stairs to the second floor. The crowd of lesbians
followed and crowded around Mitzi, staring down at her lush body.
Someone produced a rope from under the bar and ran upstairs. She
looped it over a pulley in the ceiling and dropped it to Shirley
who tied it around Mitzi's hands which were still bound in front
of her with her bra.
"That's a great fighter you trained." Gretchen
chided as she leaned over, opened Nikki's blouse and inventoried
the contents of her bra, "If I'd known she'd be this easy,
I wouldn't have sent that dress. It was supposed to ensure she
couldn't use her legs but the poor baby never even tried."
Nikki tried to turn away, but Gretchen pinched a nipple and the
sharp pain stopped her resistance. Gretchen held her chin and
made her watch Shirley and Mitzi. " Watch. You'll enjoy.
I'm even gonna let you help Shirley. Since you belong to me now,
we'll let you enjoy our victory with us."
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" Mitzi mumbled,
dazed and still disoriented by Shirley's attack. She looked at
Nikki who was near to tears. "You'll see," Shirley giggled,
"Something you'll enjoy my pretty plaything. I'm going to
make you dance for us." While Shirley was tying Mitzi's hands,
the other end of the rope was attached to a fire hose reel no
longer needed since the installation of a new sprinkler system.
Shirley looked up. "Deb, give the wheel a coupla
turns to get her up." A woman reached for it, but Gretchen
said, "Wait! Let our guest do it. After all, she brought
Mitzi to us and she's the one mentioned 'whipping'." Nikki
didn't know what she meant, but knew if it meant pain for Mitzi
she wanted no part of it. She shook her head, but at the same
time she shivered with delight at the finger massage Gretchen
was giving her. Gretchen gave her breast a squeeze and hissed,
"Do it. Do that and whatever else I tell you or Shirley'll
flay the skin offa her. We had a deal, dear. Turn the wheel or
Shirley breaks her legs and puts her outta show business forever."
Nikki's heart sank. One look at Shirley told her
Gretchen was serious. Shirley was wild-eyed, saliva dripping from
her lips as her chest heaved with excitement. Nikki knew she'd
rip Mitzi apart without hesitation, so strong was her hatred.
"OK, what do you want me to do?" she sighed; adding,
"If I do it, how do I know she won't still hurt her?"
Gretchen smiled and winked at Shirley who was using all her considerable
talent to stay "in character" as a wild-eyed maniac.
"I give my word," Gretchen whispered, "turn the
wheel. She'll get no permanent scars or broken bones." Nikki
sighed, dropped her head as tears filled her eyes, "All right."
She walked to the wheel and put her hand on it just as Mitzi looked
up and saw what was happening.
"Nikki . . . wha . . . NO?" Nikki turned
her back, unable to look Mitzi in the eye as she turned the wheel
and pulled her arms upward until she was stretched out full length.
"Just a little more, Nikki", Gretchen directed, and
with a sob, Nikki gave a final turn. Mitzi was left straining
to support herself on her tip-toes and save her arms from holding
all her weight. She dangled helpless, giving a little shiver as
Shirley ran a hand over her smooth stomach.
"Ohhhhh, no please," Mitzi sobbed as Shirley
pushed her panties down to bare a thick brunette bush. "So,
your hair isn't blonde any more than mine is red," Shirley
whispered. "What a surprise." She gave her pussy a pat
and held out her hand, "Gretchen, give me that whip you used
on the other one." Gretchen tossed her a small, stiff whip
about 18" long that looked like a little buggy whip.
Nikki gasped when she saw the whip that Shirley would
use it on Mitzi. "Please," she begged Gretchen, "Stop
her! Stop it before she kills her!" Gretchen put an arm around
Nikki and kissed her, "Shhh! Hush and watch this. I won't
let it go that far and you'll love it. I know you will after the
way you came for me earlier." She moved behind Nikki, reached
around, lifted her short skirt and slipped her hand inside her
panties. She pushed a finger into the blonde's aroused pussy and
worked it slowly. "See!! Why, you're having fun already."
Shirley flicked the whip lightly across Mitzi's breasts
and her nipples swelled. She gave each one a light stroke and
Mitzi's body stiffened. She made a mewing sound at the pain in
her shoulders as her entire weight was briefly supported by her
arms. She struggled to keep her feet under her, rising to her
toes to ease the pain. She looked at Nikki, "Please, let
me down before this bitch kills me." Hearing herself called
a bitch, Shirley growled, took careful aim and slashed Mitzi midway
between her belly button and her bush. The rough leather left
a dark welt on her pale skin. She threw back her head and screamed
as the evil redhead crisscrossed her torso with a rapid series
of lashes that left a waffle pattern of whelps on her soft skin.
Mitzi moaned and wriggled, unable to escape or protect herself
other than to twist, squirm and cry out. Nikki couldn't watch
and with a sob, turned and buried her face in Gretchen's shoulder.
Gretchen laughed at Mitzi's sad expression when she saw Nikki
turning to Gretchen for solace instead of aiding her.
Shirley never missed a beat, whipping Mitzi whenever
she got her feet under her. Each time the whip slashed her pale
flesh, Mitzi would jerk and squirm, giving little yelps of pain
lose her footing again. She spent most of the time between strokes
hanging by her wrists. Unable to stand the pain any longer, she
grabbe the rope in her hands, lifted her feet and wrapped her
legs around Shirley's waist, locking her ankles. She arched her
back and tried to squeeze the life out of Shirley as she defiantly
spit in the redheads face. It may have worked if she had not been
weakened from the beating she had absorbed, but even so Shirley
gasped in surprise and shock at the strength remaining in the
dancers powerful legs.
Mitzi squeezed hard, her teeth gritted and face flushed.
It was a brave, but futile gesture. Shirley regained her balance
and smiled. "Nice try hon, but I'm going to make you pay
for your insolence. See?" She slammed her fist into Mitzi's
belly twice, hesitated and then slammed her twice more. Mitzi's
legs parted and her body swung back until her round ass slapped
the wall. Shirley drew back her fist and punched Mitzi in each
breast hard enough to raise a bruise within minutes. "Those
are such big, soft attention-getters," Shirley mused, "I'll
get back to them in a minute, but right now . . ."
She put a hand on Mitzi's ass and turned her slowly
to show her smooth, round, sensual ass to the lusting women who
craned for a better look. She smacked Mitzi twice with the whip
and heard them "ohh and ahh" as the firm cheeks jiggled
and a red stripe bloomed on each. "Ummm, they'd like to trade
places with me right now," she whispered. "But in another
minute, they'll pay big money to stand where I am." Shirley
stood hip-to-hip with Mitzi as, out of sight of the women, she
ran her hand down Mitzi's belly and plunged her fingers into the
thick pelt of hair covering her pussy.
She entwined her fingers in the long hair and twisted
her wrist until it was wrapped tight, then pulled. Mitzi's hips
swung out from the wall and she gasped from the pain. "You
like that?" Shirley giggled as Mitzi blushed and squirmed.
"You give me any more resistance and I'll tear it out a handful
at a time. I'm not going to take any crap from you, understand?"
She used the whip to push Mitzi's panties down the rest of the
way to her ankles, then gave her bare bottom a "crack."
As Mitzi squirmed, Shirley rubbed her hand along
Mitzi's slit, then slashed her ass with the whip again. Mitzi
flinched as her arms pulled her body up, away from the whip, but
when her body relaxed and slumped back down, Shirley's hand caressed
her again. Another crack of the whip was followed by another flinch.
Mitzi lifted up, drawing the fingers along the wet slit, but then
she slumped back and the fingers rubbed their way back upward
along the pink furrow. Mitzi threw back her head an moaned at
the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain coursing through
her.
The customers watched open-mouthed, many breathing
heavily. Suddenly, there was a cry and when everyone turned to
look they saw Nikki on her knees with Gretchen kneeling beside
her, hands under Nikki's skirt. The slender blonde was limp in
the arms of the auburn-tressed dominatrix, a victim of her own
powerful orgasm. Nikki couldn't believe how aroused she was by
the sight of lover being whipped. "If you don't come home
with me, I'll let Shirley whip Mitzi's ass until there's not a
bit of skin left on it. You have any idea how much Shirley would
love that?"
Despite Nikki wanting to resist Gretchen's fondling,
the skillful attention she was giving her combined with the sight
of Mitzi being flogged was too much. Her body surrendered and
the resulting orgasm knocked her feet from under her. She collapsed
with her head on Gretchen's shoulder and tried to catch her breath
and regain her composure. She looked at Mitzi whose eyes were
shut, her lips quivering, her big breasts heaving. Her reaction
to Shirley had been as powerful as Nikki's had been to Gretchen
although it was little consolation to either of them.
Shirley stood up and smiled proudly, "You liked
the show?" Several women sighed and nodded their heads as
Shirley grinned and lifted Mitzi's head using the whip under her
chin. "Quite the little trooper, isn't she? Show her an audience
and she gives her all." Shirley cracked the whip a couple
of times on Mitzi's ass and laughed as her cheeks clenched and
she hopped up and down at each stroke. "I could flay the
skin off that ass if I wanted," she said. Mitzi didn't answer,
but her sniffling was audible to those nearby. She'd clearly been
thoroughly intimidated. "What'll we do next?" Shirley
asked.
Suddenly, the restaurant owner appeared. "That's
enough Gretch. Call it off. This is bad for business. I agreed
to let you two put on a show, but I didn't expect this. No one's
ordered anything since the 'show' started. I must make a living,
oui?" Gretchen laughed and pinched the woman's cheek. "Oui
mon cher. Oui." She waved to Shirley, "Finish it up
Shirl, then we'll take Nikki out to celebrate our contract."
Shirley was disappointed, but knew better than to argue, especially
in front of Gretchen's friends. "OK, just one more minute."
She turned to the nearest lesbian, "Gimme a lipstick."
She took off the cap and exposed the stick, then slapped Mitzi's
breasts to get her nipples nice and hard. It was an impressive
sight.
Shirley licked her lips "These plump tits'll
make great targets", Shirley said as she ground her thigh
on Mitzi's pussy, while squeezing her right breast so the hard
nipple stood up. "Remember I said about my targets?"
She drew a small circle around the nipple and a larger one outside
the areola then a bigger one outside that. She dropped the soft
breast on her bosom and decorated the other one the same way.
Shirley smiled at the red-faced Mitzi. "They will be my targets
if you have the guts to box me bitch." She stepped back and
admired her artwork. "Waddaya think?" she asked the
crowd of lesbians. In response, they stood and applauded her "performance."
Like the prima donna she was, Shirley curtsied and
took a bow, smiled and acknowledged her "fans." "She's
a work of art. Too bad we just leave her hanging here permanently?"
Shirley jabbed at a lipstick smeared breast with her finger. "Bitch!
Guess that'll teach you to mess with me." The lesbians ogled
Mitzi as her body shook from her sobbing at the physical and mental
punishment she'd endured.
While this was going on, Gretchen had her hands in
Nikki's bra, teasing her nipples as they watched Mitzi being brutalized.
Nikki was aroused by the sight of her girlfriend being roughed
up. Shirley and Gretchen exchanged knowing looks and Shirley winked
at Nikki who was held by two tough-looking dykes. "Don't
worry," Gretchen said as she pinched Nikki's nipples, "
You know, Shirley's gonna end Mitzi's career when she gets her
in that boxing ring." Nikki didn't doubt it. Shirley had
shown how easily she could do it. "Please, no," she
moaned as Gretchen teased her with both hands. "I'll do anything
to save her."
Gretchen gave Nikki's hard little clit a flick, "Oh,
you'll do anything anyway, won't you? You're about to explode.
Tell me I'm wrong." Nikki groaned and opened her mouth just
as a powerful orgasm hit her. She trembled and gasped as she squeezed
herself on Gretchen's finger. Gretchen smiled and praised her.
"You're such a good little girl. You really do love this
so much."
The women held Nikki up as Gretchen brought her off,
then laughed and kissed her. "If you want to save Mitzi,
there's a way. Come home with me like I asked earlier. I'll tell
Shirley to let her go and not to cripple her when, or if, they
fight. You're lucky they're boxing this time and not wrestling.
Other than chopping her face up, Shirley really couldn't hurt
her permanently with gloves on. But you do this and our deal is
forever, no deliberate injuries, no ugly scars to mar her beauty.
Otherwise, she spends tonight in a hospital and God knows what
happens when they're in the ring. Mitzi can't stop it unless she
retires. Only you can do that. What do you say?"
Nikki sobbed and looked at Mitzi who was dangling
limp from the rope as Shirley casually flicked her breasts with
the whip as she waited for her to recover from her latest fainting
spell. "OK," Nikki sobbed, "Let her go. I'll do
what you want if you don't hurt her anymore." Gretchen pinched
Nikki's cheeks. "Still trying to negotiate, eh? I'll stop
Shirley and if you live up to our bargain, you save Mitzi's legs.
That doesn't mean she'll ever win another match, just that Shirley
won't bust her up."
At a signal from Gretchen, Shirley cut the rope and
Mitzi collapsed on the floor in a heap as the assembled lesbians
rose, applauded, whistled and cheered Shirley's "performance."
Like the egotistical star she was, Shirley basked in the adulation
of her "fans" while Mitzi struggled to sit up and looked
around, stunned and dazed. She lifted her bound hands, begging
Shirley to untie her, which she did once Gretchen nodded in approval.
As soon as her hands were free, Mitzi covered her lipstick smeared
breasts and her pussy while she tried to figure out how to get
away from her tormentor.
Gretchen brought Nikki over, holding her by the elbow.
Shirley threw Mitzi's dress at her, "Put it on and get out
before I give you to the girls. Doing your chubby butt will be
the perfect 'end' for the night." Mitzi pulled herself up
using the rope and as quickly as her aching body allowed, picked
up her dress and held it to her bosom. "Come on Nikki, please
get me the Hell out of here. " She took Nikki's hand and
started for the door, but Nikki didn't budge.
Mitzi looked at her. "What's the matter? Come
on, get moving." Nikki shook her head, "I'm sorry Mitzi.
I . . . I can't." Shirley pushed Mitzi and she staggered.
"What she means, you dimwit, is she doesn't wanna go home
with a loser like you. She's gonna move in with us. Isn't that
what you meant . . . slut?" Nikki blushed as Gretchen used
her hold in her hair to nod her head yes. "That's right,"
Gretchen said, "so you better get moving `cause in 5 minutes
I'm letting this mob of dykes come after your ass and if they
bring you back, my little redheaded tiger here will finish what
she started."
Mitzi tried to think, but Shirley gave the whip a
"CRACK" and it exploded on her butt. She jumped and
started to tremble. She hobbled away clutching her dress to her
bosom with one hand, limping on the broken heel. She wasn't about
to stop even to take off her shoe, so she just staggered toward
the door sobbing. Shirley followed, whipping her intermittently.
She fell a couple of times and Shirley kicked her ass as the crowd
laughed with each grunt Mitzi uttered. Gretchen and Nikki followed
to prevent any serious damage and Gretchen had to tell Shirley,
"Take it easy, stay calm. Let her get away. We'll finish
her in the ring with everyone important watching. We got Nikki,
Gaynor's helpless on her own. I told you I knew how to deal with
the little bitch." Mitzi looked back from the front door
and saw Nikki held tightly in Gretchen's arms. Nikki looked content
so she grabbed her coat and turned to go.
Shirley gave a final "CRACK" across her
thighs as she stumbled out into the rainy dark and tripped, falling
to the rough sidewalk, skinning her knees as she collapsed in
tears. Mitzi tried to pull the coat over her head as protection
against the rain and she sat down on the curb and cried, releasing
her pent up emotion in a torrent of tears. Inside, the women crowded
around Shirley, slapping her on the back and congratulating her
on a "terrific performance." The owner told Gretchen,
"Shirley's the best so far. She might be better than the
blonde you used to bring in."
Suddenly, Mitzi's body reacted to the pain and stress.
She gagged and all the food and drinks she'd downed that night
boiled up in her throat. She spewed a spray of chunks and liquid
that mixed with the rain water swirling around her feet in the
gutter. The swirling eddy's caught her broken shoe and sent it
spinning away down the storm drain.
She waved at a taxi speeding out of the darkness
but the driver, seeing her disheveled appearance, gunned his engine
and sped on. The wheels showered her with water from the gutter.
She put her head in her hands and cried harder. Just then she
heard footsteps and a soft feminine voice, "Are you alright
Miss?" She turned quickly fearing attack but gave a sigh
of relief at the sight of an attractive, slender, dark-haired
woman in a Salvation Army uniform. The woman held her umbrella
over Mitzi's head as she took her arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Come my dear," she said, "I'm Major Sarah Brown.
My mission is around the corner. You come with me and we'll get
you warmed, dried and replace the food you lost while you tell
me what's troubling you my dear, sweet, young girl."
Mitzi's Adventures continue in Chapter 10, "Mitzi's Mission; Nikki's Nightmare"
This is a fictitious account of fights that may have happened
in the mid-1950's between Hollywood personalities. It contains
nudity, lesbianism, bondage and violence.
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MITZI IN HOLLYWOOD Chapter 9 - "The Restaurant: Dessert (Whipped
Cream Puff)" - by Kim and Ginny