Sheri and the Sheriff
A story by Kandi © 2006-2014-2020
For Sheri, this was her first time in the “deep south,” and she mused about the gap-toothed cousin-marrying dullards that were historically, and probably still are, considered law enforcement officers in these back-woods towns. As an FBI communications officer, her assignment was to coordinate training for this region of the country and specifically this week, across Louisiana parishes, to ensure that local law enforcement and federal assets could work together in a crisis. As she sped down the local 2-lane road her thoughts were interrupted by the flashing red lights in her rear view mirror. She pulled to the side of the road and waited, rolling down her driver side window to be greeted by a tobacco-chewing unshaven grin of Sheriff Bo Barney. As the 6’2” big burly officer looked into the car, Sheri flashed her FBI ID and badge.
Sheri gave him her normal once-over inspection, noticing the sweat-stained armpits of his untucked uniform and how that obscured access to his firearm. Bo glanced at her badge, turned, spat out some tobacco, and turned back, again grinning at her pretty face.
At age 25, Sheri was the youngest agent to become a regional trainer, mostly due to her intellect, but also her skills. At 5’5” she had bested many of the men and nearly all of the women at the academy. Her simple disarming beauty and attractive 34c figure also qualified her for many of the bureau’s undercover jobs.
At age 42, Sheriff Barney was in his second elected term as sheriff and just beginning to work out some of the benefits of holding that office. He quickly promoted his do-nothing son-in-law to deputy above more senior officers, including a very competent female officer, he only ever called “Kimmy-Sue.”
The Sheriff took Sheri’s FBI credentials and ordered her to get out of the car, “Step out of the car, honey, you know how fast you was goin’?”
Sheri tried to maintain a professional presence, obligingly stepping out of her government issued Town Car, and answering, “I suppose I was going about 50 and maybe missed the speed limit sign, sheriff.” His response was, “Turn around and place your hands on the hood of the car.”
As Sheri obliged again, Bo took a long moment to stare at her tight ass, just stopping short of patting that fine rump and giving it a good hard smack or 2, like it so richly deserved.
“Turn around and put your hands up over your head, sweety,” he ordered next. Sheri was getting pretty fed up but once again complied. Bo began patting her down, his hands roughly smacking down her sides, starting at her armpits, down the sides of her breasts jostling her soft boobs in the cups of her bra, and finally past her ribs to her hips. When his hands came around the front of her pockets toward the zipper of her pants, she protested, “Hey! Stop right there, pal!” He shrugged and nodded, spitting another chaw of tobacco on the ground near her car’s tire.
The sheriff ordered her back in the car and after 10 minutes returned with a traffic citation for speeding, $150! Grunting, Sheri pulled off and arrived at her hotel a full hour later than planned. She had to be up at 5 AM to complete her workout and be ready for the training that began at 7 AM in hotel banquet facilities.
In the morning she began her presentation on standard operating procedures on stage facing 400 Louisiana law officers. There, right in the front row stood Sheriff Bo Barney, his toothless grin staring right back at her. When she paused after the first hour to take questions from the audience, Bo was right there at the microphone to ask, “honey, you ever try ta chase down a thief through the swamp in them high heels o yur’s?” That gave the crowd a chuckle. And after the second hour again there he was at the microphone asking, “What if’in we call you and you’re still on the phone chattin’ with your girlfriends about a shoe sale?” That kind of disrespect could really undermine her work and it frustrated her enough that she lost her place twice during the final hour.
That night Sheri found herself at a local bar, drinking to blow off some steam and glad that she’d never have to see that fat pig’s ugly face again. She was only there another day for the “techniques” seminar taught by her partner and then she’d be out of this backwoods swamp. But no… right at the next table, there he was with his deputy and a couple more of his cronies. So she just decided to leave, but as she stood, she got shoved from behind and the remains of her drink went spilling on to Bo’s head. He jerked back and stood to face her, but then calmed and nodded to his “boys” knowingly. The deputies left the bar as Bo toweled off his head and shirt and then grinned at Sheri, clearing the way for her to leave.
It was dark and as she walked out into the unlit parking lot, a bag came down over her head from behind while someone else yanked her arms behind her back and shoved her around the side of the building into an alley. Almost immediately her shirt was pulled up and secured over her head, revealing her bare midriff and satiny white bra. “Gooof,” air was driven from her as a fist sunk into her undefended belly, but she could not double over as her hands were held tightly behind her. “Uffff… ugggh” two more deliberate belly shots were driven into her bare midriff and she began to cough for air. Then a thick pudgy hand cupped her left breast, at first gently lifting it, then closing like a vice on the soft pliant flesh. Her left boob was squeezed and twisted under the bra cup. Then, “Bap, bap, bap,” three bare fisted punches sank into her boob right at the nipple, pancaking the soft breast flat to her chest. Each time the nipple popped back out before being driven back into her ribcage. Sheri felt herself being tossed aside onto the ground, landing on all fours. When she managed to pull her shirt back down and yank off the bag covering her head, the alley was empty, her left boob was throbbing, her belly sore and her knees scraped. Other than that, it’d been a pretty good night.
Sheri got to her car and headed to the hotel. She strongly suspected the sheriff and his deputies but had no proof to back up her suspicions. When she got back to her hotel, she put some ice on her sore left boob and went to bed.
Sheri’s next day started as before, with a workout at 5 AM and the conference beginning at 7. The seminar then began with a self defense lesson. For this lesson, the participants were paired randomly by conference enrollment number. Bingo, just by shear luck, Sheri was paired with none other than Sheriff Bo Barney. Sheri figured the fat slob wouldn’t have a chance to do anything physical so almost looked forward to teaching this guy a few lessons. When they demonstrated the hip toss, Sheri managed to pull him off his feet, but in return Bo easily flung Sheri in the air and ensured she landed hard on her butt for good measure. When they came to fending off an attacker from behind, Sheri managed to twist his elbow around behind his back easily, but in return, he not only reversed her hold, but bear hugged her from behind for minute expelling all her air and lifting her boobs up ever so slightly. So when it came to immobilizing an on-rushing attacker, Sheri did not hesitate in the slightest to drive a solid kick right into Bo’s oncoming balls, dropping him instantly to his knees coughing and gagging for air. Colleagues pulled the frustrated girl away and that ended her participation in that training for the day, and produced a warning note in the FBI file that could initiate psychiatric testing.
Sheri was so frustrated she just really needed to blow off some steam. Thinking that she did not want to return to the bar from last night (ever!), she found the only alternative that was away from the hotel, a dive biker bar at the edge of town. Once inside, she just wanted to be alone and have a few relaxing drinks. But no. There he was again, walking through the main room into a dimly lit back room. Her anger grew seeing him waddle back there like he owned the place, grinning his toothless grin as he winked and high-fived his way along. What could he possibly be up to now, she wondered.
Just then he turned and motioned to her to join him in the special back room. Her curiosity already aroused, she picked up her drink and moseyed over. To her surprise, the backroom opened up to a very large space, a fightclub, with a boxing ring and stadium seating all around. Already underway was a fight between two girls, one in khaki camo military pants and camo bikini top was punishing a smaller girl in cut-off shorts whose top had apparently been knocked off a while ago. Bruises on the smaller girl, showed on her face, bare breasts and belly. She was presently trapped in the corner and taking shots to her ribs and bare breasts, as Bo motioned Sheri into a front row seat.
Sheri actually found herself enjoying the violent scene, as the taller girl’s fingerless leather gloves smacked against the smaller girls fleshy belly and boobs with resounding smack, smack, smacks. She imagined herself doing the same to the blubberous pig sitting next to her. Just then Bo leaned over to her and said, “Honey, I bet you wouldn’t last 2 minutes in there, now would ya?” Pffft… she actually spit out a little of her drink as she glared back at him, “Right. It’d probably take a lot less that 2 minutes for me to knock out a fat ass like you! Bet I’d be back sippin my drink in under 1 minute.”
Now his grin got wider. “Sweety, if you’d be willing to even go 1 round in there with me, I’d gladly pay ya $1000 bucks. It’d feel so fine to kick your cute little ass and bash those perky little tits right off your fancy fed chest. I’d even put up $1000 for each round after that, I’m so sure you wouldn’t make it through 1 round.”
In less than a second Sheri heard herself say, “Bring it! you lard ass, two-bit, bully. And after I put you down, and humiliate you in front of your kin-folk here, I’ll consider teaching your lap dog deputies a lesson or two also.”
Bo called over a woman from ringside and pointed to a few of his henchmen. “Deal. You go with Flo here and she’ll fix ya up with some fingerless gloves. The ring will be free soon. Then we can see who teaches who a lesson, bitch.”
The raucous crowd cheered wildly as the bulky Sheriff Bo flounced out into the fightclub ring bare-chested wearing dark blue shorts with the Sheriff Dept seal on the side. His black fingerless gloves looked well used. Sheri stepped in through the top and middle ropes wearing a pair of red satin shorts she’d borrowed from Flo, white leather fingerless sparring gloves, no bra, and a half tee-shirt with the logo of the bar on the front, her bare midriff showing and her perky 34c breasts outlined in the fabric, the undersides nearly visible as she did a few deep knee bends holding onto the top rope, to warm up. Suddenly and unexpectedly as far as Sheri was concerned, a bell rang and the fight was on.
DING
Sheri came out for the first round bouncing lightly on her feet, raising her fists in a classic right-hander stance, left in front, right at her chin, elbows in guarding the sides of her breasts, ready to pummel the smart-ass off this pig’s face. Stepping in, feinting from side to side almost as if flaunting her decided speed advantage, she bobbed and weaved so as not to give the Sheriff a target and snapped 2 quick left jabs at his fat face. He deftly picked off the jabs, much to Sheri’s surprise then lumbered forward and started to drive her backwards with big strong right hooks that she took on her left elbow and hip. As Sheri backed up near the corner, Bo lowered his head, spread open his arms and launched himself forward, trapping Sheri in his arms, his shoulder planted in her chest driving her back-first into the cornerpost.
Gummph. Sheri’s back hit the cornerpost and her neck flexed back. But it quickly snapped forward and down as Bo rose up driving his knee into the crotch of her red satin shorts. His boney knee banged against her pubic bone sending a wave of pain through her reproductive organs. She tried to double forward but he drove her back against the post and up came the knee again, slamming home into her unguarded pussy again. This time both knees gave weigh and she dropped to a kneeling position in the corner.
But this was in large part strategic. As soon as Sheri was firmly on her knees, she whipped a right forearm up hard between Bo’s legs, expecting to more than even the score. But Bo was wearing a hard plastic sports protector and the cup cushioned most of the blow. Bo responded with another of his toothless grins, as he reached down for Sheri’s half tee and peeled it up over her head. With her top trapping her arms together above her head, and her shirt covering her eyes, Sheri was wide open and Bo’s knee came up again, this time targeting her newly exposed left breast, bending it upward in half as the knee slammed into the soft pliant underside of the soft tender gland. Sheri’s mouth formed a silent “Oh” as her perky puppy, bruised from yesterday’s attack, was smashed flat to her chest, her left nipple popping back hard and erect like a pencil eraser, stimulated by the vicious strike.
The crowd was cheering now (phone cameras flashing), with Sheri’s soft bare breasts swaying free and now the left one taking a hard shot from Bo’s knee, the patrons started placing side bets on how much Sheri’s poor tit could take. “Go Bo! Knock out her knockers, bubba!” “Atta boy, soften up her softies a bit, that’ll teach her.” “Mash her mams, Bo!” “100 bucks says the city bitch can’t take even 2 more like that’en, Bo… Hey I’ll take that bet… I say she can and my $100 says em itty bittie titties can take up to 5 shots… she’s got some tough little hooters on her!” Come on honey, show us that city cops can take it!
Ultimately, to guard her chest, Sheri had to lower her arms and as a consequence lose control of her top. Bo waved the shirt over his head and then tossed it to his son-in-law in the front row, the crowd cheering wildly now.
Bo quickly turned his attention back to his downed opponent, jerking her by the hair back up to standing in the corner, her arms shyly crossed across her bare tits. Bo started to drive hard rights and lefts to her lower belly and waist below her crossed arms, driving her hard back into the cornerpost again, just as the bell rang to end Round 1.
Sheri’s mind was racing. She was sick of her left boob being kicked and hit, and that hurt for sure, but she was also frustrated and humiliated. She never expected to be topless in front of this or any other crowd. And she fully expected to be seeing that fat cop flat on his blubberous ass by now.
Flo came to Sheri in the corner offering her a drink of water and some advice. “Good work, that cost Boss Hog $1000 bucks of his un-earned money. You hang in there Darlin’ He ain’t got no stamina and you can wear his fat ass down right quick.” Sheri nodded to Flo, grateful for both the water and the encouragement. This was going to be harder than she had imaged, Sheri thought to herself, as she was suddenly startled…
DING
Sheri was not ready for the quick bell and just as Flo stepped back from the corner, Bo appeared from across the ring, driving a hard uppercut to her chin. Her head snapped back and she saw stars as her arms flew up to guard her face. This left her chest wide open as Bo’s fists now targeted her ripe soft bare breasts, the cherry red areolas serving as perfect bulls-eye targets for his fists. Bap, bap, bap, bap, alternating first her left then her right boob was smashed back into her ribcage, each gland wobbling back into place in time for Bo to crush it again. He was definitely enjoying boxing her boobs. He tried to vary his assault, punishing her boobs from the sides with hooks, from below with uppercuts and shots that drove straight into the jutting nipples as they stiffened even more with each brutal punch. Her breasts were certainly firm and perky but this just made them like speed bags, popping back after each punch. The pain in her chest started to take Sheri’s breath away and she slumped forward, her arms descending trying to cover her aching tits. In Sheri’s mind this was not how this was supposed to go—she did not sign up to have her tits pummeled today.
Bo took aim at her head and landed a wicked right hook to her left temple, that spun Sheri around, leaving her face-first in the corner, her bare back now exposed. Bo was now starting to break a sweat as he drove home lefts and rights to the poor girl’s exposed kidneys, driving her hips forward into the cornerpost. Thud, thud, thud, thud, the sound of leather hammering against Sheri’s bare lower back, pounding into her kidneys, resounded through the ring. The punches caused her to lurch left and right and her bare breasts wobbled up and down and side to side with each blow. The crowd continued to cheer for Bo and as Sheri tried to hold on, half drunk patrons were yelling out, “Oh.. she’ll be peeing red in the morning after this one, Billy!” “Oh yeh, and I think it’s just about milkin’ time for them bouncing little udders… look at them babies flappin’ and slappin’!”
Although he was tiring, Bo was still grinning as he spun Sheri around again and pounded her bare belly with a big right fist. Sheri saw the punch coming and tried to tighten her abs to absorb the blow. But she too was wearing down from the pounding her body was taking, and the punch doubled her in half. She bravely straightened up, bringing her guard up too, but she was not expecting Bo’s knee as it again drove forward and banged against her sore pubic bone, right in the crotch of her red satin shorts. “Unnng” she grunted and determinedly thought to herself, “geezes, not my pussy again…this is really getting old… this fat bastard is really pissing me off.” “Go down, Bitch,” he grunted. With that, she kicked out a front karate kick that hit Bo square in his big belly, driving him back a step and gasping for air. Immediately Sheri stepped forward with a right footed spin kick that banged into Bo’s left temple, nearly taking his head off. He staggered into the ropes and fell to his knees. Sheri kicked him hard in the ass driving him between the middle and bottom ropes, and grabbed the bottoms of his blue shorts, peeling them down and off him just as the bell sounded. As Sheri whipped his shorts around above her head and tossed them out of the ring defiantly, Bo struggled up and to his corner, blinking, trying to clear the cobwebs.
The fightclub had never seen anything like this, with Bo stripped to his athletic supporter and Sheri fighting topless. Sheri again accepted water and an ice pack on her left boob from a jubilant Flo who encouraged her, “That’s it… you got him now.. the fat pig is all pooped out! And now out $2000 grand for this.” The crowd was cheering, “Yes! What a fight! That titless little bimbo’s got some spunk! Shaddap—she ain’t titless, look at them pretty little hooters! Hey baby—does it hurt? Want me to kiss it and make it better, ha ha ha!”
DING!
Bo seemed to lose his shit-eating grin and come out more serious and more cautious for Round 3. This time Sheri met him center-ring, using her boxing skills to hit and run, hoping to tire him further. Bo became increasingly frustrated, as Sheri bobbed and weaved, ducked and covered to avoid his punches. He got closer and tried to use his knee again, but Sheri was on to this and backed up avoiding the strike.
This all took quite a bit of the time in the Round and the crowd quieted and even got a little restless with the pace. “Boooo.. come on cutie… kick his fat ass… Boooo! What’s wrong Bo, little Tits too much for ya. You getting’ old?”
But what Sheri was not ready for was Bo reaching out to grab her by the hair. He whipped her around 360 degrees, then face-first into the ropes. The top rope caught Sheri right across her bare chest. Bo leaned in against her back trapping her against the ropes, saw an opportunity and took it. From behind her, he grabbed hold of the top rope and began yanking it up and down (across her jutting nipples) causing her tits to flap up and down. “Aaaaaahhghhh” Sheri heard herself yell, as the top rope did its work abrading her hard stiff nipples. Now the crowd was cheering again. At first Sheri had no response as the rope worked over her wobbling boobs, but then she finally focused on a defense and countered by sending a mule kick backward into Bo’s undefended belly. The kick left him bent forward, with the waistband of Sheri’s shorts right at eye level. Again he quickly took advantage of the situation, reaching out and grabbing Sheri’s shorts and panty by the waist on each hip, and yanking them down to her ankles. Totally distracted, she tried to grab them to pull them back up, but Bo head butted her in the gut. As the bell sounded, Bo had managed to pull the bottoms off her and was again waving her clothes above his head to the delight of the crowd. The crowd was a bit shocked but still cheering as they were treated to their first view of Sheri’s trimmed triangle patch of dark pubic hair, and slight reddening of the skin on her pubic mound where Bo’s knee had already done some work.
Even further humiliated, Sheri was on display as the crowd ogled her bare ass cheeks and hairy pubis, Sheri plodded to her corner, where Flo was waiting with more water. “You’re doing Great! Now the pig is down $3000 grand, and he don’t have much left, honey!”
“Clothing-wise, neither do I,” Sheri quipped back at her only supporter.
Flo was still positive, “Forget that, baby. He’s tired now and you can take him down… for all of us!”
DING!
Both fighters were slow to rise and as in Round 3, met each other about center ring to begin the 4th round. Sheri again wanted to assert her speed and boxing prowess, flicking her left jab and his mouth and right eyebrow, connecting with the first 2 jabs. The jabs snapped Bo’s head back, but he just plodded forward and surprised Sheri with a hooking low blow right that hammered into her just to the left of her pubic hair, rattling her left ovary painfully. Sheri could not hide a grimace as the low punch connected. She dropped her guard and Bo slammed a left hook into her right eye, causing her to stagger to her left. He stepped closer and snapped her head back with a solid right uppercut to the chin. Sheri staggered backwards managing to stay up, but she was in trouble early in this round. Bo followed up with a big right fist to Sheri’s bare belly. Sheri emitted an un-lady-like grunt as she doubled over, her mouth open gasping for a breath. But Bo closed her mouth quickly with another solid right uppercut to the chin than snapped her head back and drove her into the corner, eyes glassy, her guard now down at her hips, her sore abraded stiff nipples poking out straight at him.
Bo could not ignore these soft puffy targets. Although tiring, he still had some energy left to begin to work over her unguarded swaying boobies. Whapita… splat… Pap… he began to hammer right hooks and straight lefts into her left tit. Pap.. pap…splat… he moved to target her right bare boob with 2 lefts and a right uppercut.
Sheri began to moan as her tits took the brutal pounding. The crowd on its feet cheering, really getting into it. “Yeh.. take it to her tits, Bo. Bash them boobies right off her chest! More… MORE!.. work ‘em Bo! Go for the TKO… tittie knock out!” Bo went after the left tit again as Flo started yelling to Sheri, “20 seconds left, baby… hang in there…” Bap… Bap.. smack, Bo plowed 2 right uppercuts and right hook into Sheri’s dangling left bare breast. Sheri’s head swayed left and right as she endured the painful assault. As his gaze fixed on Sheri’s abraded left nipple, he stayed on that target, bashing her left boob with 2 more right uppercuts, a left cross that knocked the tit out into Sheri’s left bicep, and a big downward smashing right that stretched the gland down across her ribs before it flapped back up into form, a clear drop of fluid oozing from the tip of her battered nipple. Now Flo was screaming, “Just 10 seconds baby, hang in there!” Bo was gasping for air from the work, but targeted Sheri’s right tit again, clubbing it with a right cross that knocked the reddening gland outward, a left hook that smashed it inward, and a left uppercut that ripped across the distended hardened nipple. Sheri’s eyes looked up into the lights as she endured the pain and shook her head “no.”
Bo gasped out his frustration, “Come on bitch, go down!” as he pounded his right fist straight into Sheri’s bobbing right nipple. Then he took aim and did the same to her oozing left nipple, driving it back into the bruised breast flesh, just as the bell sounded. “Damn!” he cursed and hooked a right into Sheri’s hairy pubic mound before slinking back to his corner, looking exhausted.
Sheri crossed her arms over her battered tits, cradling them as she staggered to Flo in the corner. Flo pulled Sheri’s left arm away, “Let me see that,” as she wiped the drip away from Sheri’s oozing left nipple. “You’ll be fine,” she comforted as she offered Sheri another long drink of water. “You got him, he’s got nothing left.” “My body can’t take much more of this,” she retorted. Flo grinned, “no.. I meant he’s down $4000 and he really has nothing left. You got him beat with stamina too, sweety.”
DING
Once again Bo struggled to get up and out to center ring where Sheri bravely rose and moved to meet him, her guard up and elbows in protecting her injured bruised reddening breasts. Sheri could see the Sharif staring at her chest, so she used that to bait him. She swung a looping right and left hook at his head, and when he takes the opening and moved forward to poke a left jab at her unguarded right tit, she nailed him with a solid forward karate kick right in the breadbasket. Bo doubled over to his knees, but quickly countered by ramming his forearm up between Sheri’s legs, banging into her hairy mound. “Unnngh,” she moaned as she staggered backward, “not the pussy, I can’t believe he got me there again.”
Bo stood, grabbed Sheri around the waist and drove her backwards into the cornerpost. He turned her face first into the corner and took just a moment to ogle her bare ass. He jerked her right arm behind her back and used that leverage to position her against the post so her right breast rested just against the side of the post. Bo controled her arm with his left, leaving his right fist free. “You’re done for, your tit can’t take this,” he whispered in her ear. He pounded her soft pliant breast into the cornerpost, smashing the rock hard nipple into the unforgiving metal. Her left boob had taken a lot of punishment, but now her right erupted in pain. 1, 2, 3 hard punches crushed the sensitive breast meat against the post, grinding the rubbery nipple into the soft flesh. The crowd was screaming, “Yeah, take it baby!” as Flo covered her eyes in despair. Flo figured this just might be it for the pretty little agent whom she’d hoped would put an end to the Sharif’s tyranny. But this total destruction of the poor girls right tit was just getting too much to watch. But the crowd was loving it, “Go Bo, bust open her bustline!” Bo was clearly excited by his work and many started to notice is erect manhood, as the tip of his dick peeked out from the waistband of his athletic supporter.
Suddenly Sheri whipped her head violently backward, catching Bo square on the bridge of his nose, knocking him back a step and down to his knees. Bo grabbed his face as blood trickled from his left nostril. Sheri spun quickly to face him and drove a right footed kick into his left temple, snapping his head to the left. Bo bobbed back staying on his knees, but shaking his head trying to clear the cobwebs. Flo resumed cheering, “Atta girl.. knock his head off, baby!”
Sheri slid down to Bo’s right side and immediately clamped her thighs around his waist. She scissored him with her right thigh on top, and facing him at a right angle. As Sheri tightened on him, Bo reached for her tits, but Sheri fended him off. So he reached down and pinched a few of her longest pubic hairs from the middle of her mound and began to yank at them. “Oh.. dammit, you crazy bastard, let go!” Sheri yelled as she exerted her vice like thighs on his abdomen and ribs. Bo just yanked harder on her long straight silky pubic hairs. Sheri was clearly frustrated, and looking down she noticed his erect manhood. She reached down and jabbed her thumbnail into the head of his dick and began to slice into him. Now it was Bo’s turn to scream as her thumbnail cut into his most sensitive area. She had him and all he could do was hold on for the remaining 15 seconds of the round. A torturous time and the best outcome would be that he was out $5000 grand. At the bell Flo was cheering and hoping Bo did not come out for the next round.
During the break Bo had to tend to the head of his dick, which had been cut by Sheri’s thumbnail. He was tired, but now set for revenge. This bitch had taken his best shots and was still there to challenge him. And the whole affair had already cost him $5000.
DING
As Bo trudged out again to center-ring he heard the crowd yelling, “make her pay, Bo… No mercy!” And that was exactly what he intended to do. He was determined to extract over a month’s pay worth of revenge. Bo looked her over as he approached, her pretty face was wincing, and hair wet with sweat. Her right tit was quite red now from the pounding against the post, while the left was showing bruises on the top and outer portions. The left nipple was still slowly discharging clear fluid. “Damn. How is she still out here,” he wondered to himself, almost admiring her. As they closed, Sheri swung a big right hook at his head. Bo pulled back just in time to make her miss, and counterpunched with a big right hook of his own that connected with her jaw. Sheri’s teeth clanked together as her head snapped up and back. Her guard fell to her sides and she shook her head trying to clear the cobwebs. Bo grabbed her in a bear hug around the waist and drove her into the ropes. Sheri looked glassy-eyed as Flo screamed for her to move and get off the ropes. But Bo draped her arms up over the top rope and grinned widely. Her bare breasts were ripe for the picking and Bo was ready to extract some revenge. Cheers erupted from the crowd, “How about an itty bitty titty bashin’, Bo?” Bo entertained the thought that he could finally finish this right here. He took aim at Sheri’s left breast plowed 2 rights straight into the hard erect nipple, driving it completely back into her ribs through the soft breast flesh. Sheri moaned as her breast pancaked flat to her chest, rebounded and was flattened again, fluid oozing from the battered nipple.
Sheri began to re-focus as the pain seared through her left boob. As she began to bring her arms together off the top rope, Bo slammed his fist into her bare belly, doubling her forward and dropping her onto all fours. Bo moved behind, grabbed her ankles and tugged, dropping her painfully onto her sore chest. Bo rolled her over onto her back, spreading her legs. Bo dropped down powering a right fisted punch into her pubic mound. “Oh gawd!” Sheri moaned, “Not there again,” as she jerked up from the blow and coughed, gasping for air. Flo saw that Sheri was down and started screaming for her to get up, not sure how much more the poor girl could take. “Come on Baby, get up! You gotta get up or he’ll destroy you.”
Bo rolled Sheri back over onto her stomach and began to drag her around the ring, abrading her already tortured tits, the firm hard nipples scraping against the dirty canvas. Bo dragged her around until all 4 sides of the ring had seen her. After a full round, he dropped her near the corner and side stepped out of the ring, taking 1 of her ankles with him. He reached in around the post but as he tried to grab her other ankle, she kicked him away. Bo tried again and finally latched on, spreading her legs on either side of the post, then leaned back and slammed her naked groin hard against the harsh metal post. Blam! The pole made a thud as Sheri’s swollen labia smashed into it. Sheri arched her back and screamed. The crowd cheered, “Again… again…” and Bo tried to oblige, shoving Sheri back away from the pole. But she kicked her left ankle free again and tried to roll to the side. Bo controlled her right ankle and climbed back into the ring, turning her over to her back. He leaned over and slammed a big right fist into her pliant belly, then slid back out of the ring, repositioning her legs on either side of the post. But this process had taken too much time and as he readied to pull her again, the bell sounded. He could not resist and after the bell, he leaned back and slammed her pussy home into the unforgiving pole again, then dropped her ankles and walked around to his corner, climbing back inside the ring. “That’s the way we do it here in the deep south!” Sheri grabbed and held her injured crotch, trying to massage way the pain. Sliding back away from the pole, she slowly rolled onto her hands and knees and bravely climbed the ropes, standing hunched over in the corner, trying to recover. Flo came around to her with some water, trying to cheer her on, “The pig is now out $6000. He may not even have that kind of cash, Baby. He never thought you’d get this far.” “Uhhhh,” Sheri sighed, “He’s destroying my boobs and that pole just opened a cut on my pussy lips, I think.” But Flo was resolute as she cleaned the cut and applied some Vasoline, “You’re doing great! His tank is empty. One good shot and you can knock him out on his fat ass!”
DING
At the bell Bo can’t believe that Sheri raised her guard and moves out to meet him for another round. He’s exhausted, but determined to break the bitch, particularly determined to bust her tits open. As they meet, Bo feigned a right hook that brought Sheri’s guard slowly up, and he was ready, powering a big left deep into her belly, doubling her over. “Ooof,” Sheri’s arms dropped to cover her stomach as her sore boobs jiggled. Bo brought his knee up under her chin, snapping her head back, her eyes rolling up. Sheri staggered, ready to fall, but Bo grabbed her by both tits and painfully shoved her backwards into the corner. Sheri tried to shake out the cobwebs and stepped in off the ropes, but now her body betrayed her and both knees buckled, dropping her onto all fours. Just as Bo drove a right-footed kick into Sheri’s dangling left boob, he caught a glimpse of something shiney out of the corner of his right eye. At first his law enforcement instincts made him think “gun!” But then he heard it buzzing and thought someone has tossed in their cell phone. But as he turned, he saw it is a stainless steel dildo. Bo grabbed the downed girl around her waist and pulled up, inverted into the corner, draping her legs on either side of the post. He directed his deputy to grab and hold her ankles, pinning her upside down in the corner in the so-called “tree of woe” position. In this position her battered crotch was splayed wide open, the red streak of the cut on her left labia now clearly visible.
Bo could not resist grunting, “This is gunna be fun.” Nothing like this had ever happened at a fight here. But Bo grabbed the dildo and easily slipped it half way into Sheri, with Flo screaming in protest. Sheri moaned as the dildo now buzzed inside her. Then, her body betrayed her in a different way. Her labia swelled open and she began to thrust her hips rhythmically. Bo jabbed the dildo fully inside her and quickly pulled it back out, synchronizing with her hip movements. As he pushed it in and out, he felt a switch on the bottom and flipped it. The dildo doubled its vibration rate and the sound went up in pitch. Sheri tried to resist but now moaned again as her pelvic thrusts increased in pace. The crowd was in awe, nearly silent when someone yells, ““Make her squirt, then make her hurt, Bo!” Bo nodded and jabbed the dildo fully into Sheri, leaving it deep inside her.
Shortly Sheri emitted a high-pitched moan as she orgasmed and fluid bubbled up around the dildo to her abject humiliation. Just then the bell sounded to end the round and Bo drove a fist down just above her pubic mound, ejecting the dildo from her and out onto the canvas. A female hand reached in from outside the ring to take the dildo back and Bo trudged back to his corner, frustrated. The bitch had lasted another round and now cost him a total of $7000 dollars. If this lasted another round, he might have to sell his truck to pay this off.
Flo rushed in to cushion Sheri’s head as she slid off the corner post onto her neck and back. She assisted the agent to the corner for more water and a towel off. Sheri was grateful but could barely speak. “Can’t … take.. much more.” Flo nodded, “You won’t have to, baby. You’re amazing. Look at the pig. He’s got nothing left. One shot is all. Just knock ‘em out!”
DING
Bo was shaking his head in disbelief as Sheri again dragged herself to standing and ploded out to center ring, fists raised. This time he was determined to finish her. Sheri swung a left and missed as Bo ducked. She swung a right and missed as Bo pulled back just in time. She bravely swung another wide right hook at his head and missed. This time Bo countered with a big left hook to her belly. Sheri tried to tighten her abs to absorb the blow but air gushed from her lungs as the punch doubled her forward, digging deep into her softened abs. Bo was ready with a right uppercut to her dangling left tit, smacking it hard from the side with a resounding meaty Twack. “Ahhh gawd, my tit.” Sheri sighed, hurt and frustrated as Bo continued to tag her hurting tits. Bo backed her up into the corner with a sharp left jab to the face that snapped her head back. As her guard slowly came up, Bo dug into the underside of her injured left bare breast, driving it upward. “Whap” the sound of the fleshing gland flapping on Sheri’s chest focused the attention of the crowd. “That’s it Bo, mash her melons to finish this bitch! Oh Yeah! How much more can her left boob take? Work that tittie, Bo!”
Bo would gladly oblige, but Sheri just seemed to keep taking it. He had to find the secret to busting her left boob open. “Ungh” he drove a right to her hairy mound, pushing her pelvis back against the cornerpost. Flo began screaming for Sheri to move away from that corner. Targeting her left nipple, Bo threw a left cross, right hook combo, wobbling the sensitive gland. Sheri tossed her head back in pain, but to the disbelief of many, she stood in there. For her fortitude she got another left hook, right hook combo to her tit and a low-blow right to her pubic mound. Bo was still shaking his head. These were his best shots she was taking. Flo began screaming for Sheri to give in, but Sheri shook her head “no” and tried to cover up her body, guarding her head defensively.
Bo pushed Sheri’s arms aside and slung them over the top rope, again getting his deputy to assist by pinning them behind Sheri’s head. Now’s he was free to pound away on her tits without any obstruction. Whapita… whapita… whapita, Bo began his work with 3 solid right hooks to the outside of Sheri’s left tit, as the nipple began to ooze once again. Bo was tenderizing her tit meat, but the soft gland just kept springing back, as if asking for more. Fluid now sprayed from the nipple as the perky gland wobbled back and forth. Sheri’s head began to lull from side to side as Bo pounded her left tit, left-right.. left-right, left-right, and uppercut. A brief pause, then a knee to her groin, bent Sheri forward, straining against her held arms. Bo grinned when he saw a small smear of blood on his knee, likely from reopening the cut on her swollen left labia. Sheri now seemed helpless to resist as Bo looped her left leg up over the top rope then under the middle rope trapping it, once again opening her up to full view by the crowd. He slammed a right uppercut into her sore swollen labia. Bo kept shaking his head in disbelief… how can she keep taking it? “go down, you bitch.. give it up!” At this point he was exhausted.
Flo could see Sheri’s eye fluttering, rolling back. She was defenseless as Bo pounded on her left tit relentlessly. Left, right, left, right, knee to the crotch. Left, right, left, right, knee to the crotch. Her body still spasmed with each cruel blow, but she was clearly out of it. Bo was clearly frustrated wondering how her hairy mound could take this kind of abuse. He tried to bash her in the ovaries, pounding his fist into the left and right upper corners of her pubic mound. THUD.. THUD… Sheri’s body jerked with each cruel shot. Bo knew she must be in amazing shape to take this kind of pounding. She was not going down easy.
Suddenly the bell sounded and Bo drove his fist upward into her gaping swollen labia and nodded to his deputy to release her arms, letting her flop down onto the canvas tits-first, balling up into a fetal position to cover up her wounded sex. Bo slowly backed away as Flo rushed in to gather up her champion and carry her back to the corner. “Honey, you gotta throw in the towel, you just can take any more of this.”
“No, I can take it,” she said weekly. “Not until he’s out $10,000 grand and he’s only at $8000 so far.”
DING
During the break Bo got help to remove the tape and peeled off his gloves. At the bell he moved out to center-ring bare fisted. The crowd was enrapt as they saw Sheri drag herself up to standing, hunched over, and plod out to meet him, gloves barely up to her shoulder height defensively in front of her. As Bo neared, she amazingly mustered the strength to send a right uppercut to his chin. The punch was weak but snapped his tired head back, sweat flying. Bo righted himself and plodded forward again. Sheri sent a wide right haymaker at his head with her remaining strength. Bo easily ducked the punch, and with his head low, he shoved his shoulder into her midsection and lifted her up onto his right shoulder, driving her back into the corner again by the Deputy. Sheri’s back hit the post and she grunted. Bo signaled his Deputy and he once again pulled Sheri’s arms back over the top rope on either side of the post. He began with a bare-fisted right uppercut to Sheri’s bruised and swollen bare left tit, his knuckles digging deep up into her titflesh as his fist tried to rip the boob from her chest wall. The crowd roared, “Oh, what a tit punch, Finish her, Bo!” as Sheri screamed now, realizing the difference with the bare-knuckled punch, confirmed by the fleshy SMACK of skin on skin. Bo grinned as he heard Sheri’s scream.
Bo went to work using Sheri’s left bare boob like a speed bag, sending combo after combo aimed at her jutting nipple—left-right, left-right, left right… his bare fists ripping into the swollen gland driving it back and forth—whap-whap, whap-whap, whap-whap. Then he whipped a low blow right hooking up into her undefended sex, and felt her silky pubic hairs graze the top of his bare fist. Sheri’s body spasmed with the cruel punch and her head began to droop forward. Bo sent a left and then a right into Sheri’s battered groin, his bare fists bashing against her swollen labia reopening the small cut. Bo watched as Sheri’s head lulled back and forward with the brutal blows. Bo was loving this feeling and its impact on Sheri… she was barely hanging on.
Bo targeted her left breast again, trying to bust it open. He clubbed the swollen gland with a big right hook and got his wish as a small cut finally tore open at the top of her puffy areola as his bare knuckles raked across it. Sheri squealed as she felt the stinging of sweat leaking into the newly opened cut. A solid right to the top of her fur patch bent Sheri forward and Bo launched a left cross into her left wobbly boob, smearing a drip of blood from the small cut. Sheri shook her head now, trying to focus, but her vision was blurring. Bo’s knee banged up into her battered sex causing her teeth to clank together and a wave of agony to surge through her sex. Bo put his left thumb right in the middle of Sheri’s hairy mound and lifted up, exposing her clitoris, causing several more camera flashes from the crowd. Grinning now, he extended his middle knuckle and took aim, bashing his fist into her aching pussy right on her clit. “Oh..gawd!” Sheri moaned weakly, as she tosses her head back in agony. The crowd had never seen anything quite like this. Now Bo took his open right palm and slaps it down hard across Sheri’s injured left breast, sending a new kind of pain through her chest. He liked the crisp Crack sound that it made, so he sent a similar slap down across her right bare boob… Smack! It was clear to all the Sheri could not take much more. She was nearly out of it, her head bobbing left and right randomly. Bo pushed his left fist onto her silky mound measuring her, the whipped a brutal right uppercut into her damaged sex. Then Bo returned his focus to her left boob, and began to send lefts and rights alternately at the oozing nipple—whap.. whap.. whap.. whap.. The pain overwhelmed Sheri’s consciousness and her eyes fluttered, then rolled back, and her body went limp, still held by the Deputy.
Bo grabbed Sheri by the tits and tried to drag her out to center ring to pose her there, but Flo flew in to rescue Sheri, and escorted the hobbling girl out of the ring and away to safety, as even then she defiantly, a bit incoherently, was vowing her revenge.
