Chapter 11

"Tomorrow's your birthday. Have you thought about what you want?" asked Andrea.

She had bided her time since the night when she and Vickie had watched the tape together, giving the young niece time to think it over. In the meantime, she had made preparations, feeling sure she knew what the girl's decision would be.

Andrea had showed Vickie her private collection of videos and encouraged the girl to browse and enjoy any which caught her fancy. While the young girl had tried to act nonchalant about viewing them, Andrea noted that at least three and sometimes more were being viewed every night after Vickie thought Andrea was asleep. But despite her sampling the other tapes, Vickie would view the tape of Yuki's rape every night at least once and often more than once.

"You... you said something about taking a next step."

Andrea smiled. The girl was almost too easy.

"Sure if that's what you want?"

"Yes. I want you to make me a woman. I'm through with being a little girl."

"Very good Vickie. Tomorrow night I shall plan something very special."

The next day, Laurel called to wish her daughter happy birthday. Vickie was again cool, bordering on hostile toward Laurel, who remained troubled as to why she could not seem to get through to her teenage daughter.

"I mailed you a gift. I hope you'll get it today."

The present had arrived earlier, a pretty delicate necklace that Vickie had tossed aside.

"Yeah, thanks," responded Vickie unenthusiastically.

"Vickie, what's wrong sweetheart?"

"Nothing. I have to go."

"Please, honey, whatever it is, surely we can talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about. Now I really have to go. Here's Aunt Andrea," she said handing over the phone.

"Yes, yes she's fine. Any luck finding a job?" asked Andrea.

"Nothing yet. I'm beginning to get discouraged."

"Maybe she could work the street corners," sneered Vickie in a low voice, but not really caring if her mother overheard.

"What was that? I heard Vickie say something in the background," asked Laurel.

"Nothing, she's just excited about tonight. I'm taking her out for a very special birthday celebration."

They had dined at a very exclusive restaurant and now the two women, both dressed in alluring attire, entered the Velvet Spike.

"A boxing match?" asked Vickie as they entered the arena portion of the club.

"Not just any boxing match dear, one I think you will find most interesting."

They settled into their seats, the choicest in the arena just as the ring announcer and the two combatants climbed into the ring.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Velvet Spike and tonight's special brand of Velvet Spike boxing."

He pointed toward one corner where a small, attractive Asian girl stood, her back to the aunt and niece.

"At four feet ten inches, weighing in at eighty nine pounds, a first time fighter from Lewisburg, New York..."

The name of the town struck a familiar note with Vickie but she couldn't remember where she had heard the name before.

"... here is... Yuki!"

Vickie's mouth dropped open as she looked to Andrea who was smiling broadly.

"I don't mind telling you it cost me an arm and a leg to arrange with her 'trainers" to get her here tonight."

Vickie looked at the men in the Asian girl's corner and recognized the three Black rapists from the tape. They were obviously coercing the girl as she looked very ill at ease and twice pleaded with them. Although they were too far away to actually hear what was said, it was obvious the girl was asking to be allowed to back out, whereas the men, through their actions, were vehement that she would fight.

"And in the other corner at five feet nine inches and one hundred forty-four pounds, our current reining champion, let's hear it for... Layla!"

There was loud applause for the champion.

Her "trainers" almost pushed Yuki to center ring for the pre-fight instructions. The brunette looked down on the much smaller girl, a scowling smile on her face. She sensed this would be easy pickings.

"Hasn't she been though enough?" asked Vickie, surprising her aunt with the unexpected show of compassion.

"But dear, you enjoyed her physical torment on the tape so much, I thought you would find this enormously entertaining."

Vickie remained silent, not wishing to contradict her aunt or show ingratitude for what she knew had taken a lot of money to arrange, but inwardly she was reliving the feelings she had begun to experience the last few times she looked at the tape of Yuki's rape. Although she still found the tape highly erotic, those feelings were beginning to be crowded out by sympathy and compassion for the poor girl. Several of Andrea's other tapes were rape tapes as well, but those were obviously staged and portrayed by actors. It was the reality of the one special tape which had, at first, generated such intense eroticism, and now such compassion for the young Asian girl.

The two boxers returned to their respective corners where Yuki again begged the men to let her leave. She knew she stood no chance, but the three men were successfully vehement in threatening her, for when the bell rang to signal round one, she resignedly turned to face her opponent.

"When was the tape made?" asked Vickie as the two fighters slowly approached each other.

"Of Yuki? About six months ago"

"What have they done to her since?"

"Oh, as soon as the novelty of fucking such a small body wore off and they tired of her, our three "trainers" began "renting her out". She's been hooking for the last couple of months."

Vickie cringed to hear her aunt discuss the utter degradation of the girl's life as such a trifle. The niece had begun to relate to the girl on the tape as a person, a human being, someone who could have been a classmate, even a friend. She wanted to look away, but the sight of the young girl, clad only in skimpy bikini facing another situation in which she was defenseless and virtually at the mercy of her antagonist, brought Vickie's eyes back to the ring where, Yuki, at the insistent shouts from her corner, clumsily tried to swing at the much taller and heavier woman. For her efforts, the swing missed badly and the brunette counter punched with a jab to Yuki's cheek. The girl's head snapped back and she retreated, but to almost everyone's amazement, the champion did not follow up with a barrage of lefts and rights as she had done with other opponents. Instead she backed off and gave the young girl a chance to recover slightly. Once again, Andrea's money had spoken. The champion had been offered an extra thousand to carry the girl, punish her as severely as possible before finishing her off.

Now Layla did advance, Yuki trying to simply get away, but finding herself cut off into a corner. She tried to cover her face as the champion bore in, all thoughts of offensively hitting back, already gone. When Layla saw the Asian was covering up, she calmly faked a right to the head which brought Yuki's arms up even more for protection, then hit the young girl in the breast with a straight right. There were rules forbidding it, but everyone knew the rules were there to be broken. Yuki cried out in pain, clutching her right breast, forgetting completely her opponent who took the opportunity to hit the girl twice in the face with jabs then follow with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Yuki went down, the girl now crying, while her "trainers" cajoled her to get up.

The blow had addled the girl, but the champ had pulled her punch a bit and Yuki staggered to her feet. Again the larger woman circled her younger, inexperienced opponent before stepping in to deliver a right hand to Yuki's midsection. The wind knocked from her, the diminutive beauty fell back on the ropes. Clutching her stomach, the uppercut caught he squarely on the chin and this time Yuki fell through the ropes and onto the tarmac below the ring. Nearly unconscious, she lay, helpless to get up as the referee began counting.

The champion, suddenly aware the fight was in danger of being over and afraid she had not yet earned her extra thousand, jumped form the ring and as dramatically as any professional wrestler, pulled Yuki to her feet and pushed her under the ropes and back into the ring. The crowd responded with unbridled enthusiasm. Again, rules were ignored as the referee started counting again, trying to stall long enough for Yuki to get to her feet.

Jumping back into the ring, Layla took one look at Yuki and realized she could never get to her feet in time, even with the restarted count, so she reached down and lifted the girl onto her feet, backed her into a corner where she wrapped Yuki's arms onto the ropes to help hold her up, then proceeded to pummel the girl with one devastating punch after another.

"Why don't they stop it? She can't even fight back!" exclaimed Vickie as another vicious blow landed to the helpless girl's face.

"I'm afraid it's beyond my control," lied Andrea, "I arranged for Yuki to fight tonight but I have no control over the match."

Vickie looked away, unable to watch, no matter how erotic the sight of the helpless girl's body being so abused.

A hard right sent Yuki's mouth piece flying across the ring. This was followed by another right to her left breast and finally a smashing blow to her face. The unconscious girl slid down the corner post onto the mat. Again the referee began a slow count. T. J., Willie and Chuck, aware of the contract which stipulated that they would receive no money from Andrea for Yuki's performance unless she lasted at least one round, were beside themselves. There were still forty-five seconds left in the round and they knew even a slow count could not go that long.

In desperation, T.J. reached over the corner ropes and grabbed the girl by her disheveled long hair and pulled her back to the corner where he reached through and lifted the girl into a semi-standing position. The referee, again ignoring all semblance of rules, stopped the count and waved Layla back in. T.J. held one arm over the top rope as Chuck grabbed and did the same with the other. With her arms pinned by the two men, Yuki could have done nothing even if she had been conscious. As it was her head lolled on her chest as Layla began using her for a punching bag. She hammered blow after blow to the girl's head and stomach while the unconscious girl's body resounded with the punches. The audience was screaming for more which only intensified Layla's efforts. The girl was bleeding now from mouth and nose so Layla changed targets. Her fists rained on Yuki's breasts and midsection as the crowd grew wilder in it's blood lust.

Mercifully the bell rang ending the round.

"We gonna need some time," said T.J. to the referee, who then nodded to the timekeeper.

Working feverishly with water, ice and smelling salts, Yuki's owners finally got her back to a state of semi-consciousness. The girl was crying, every part of her body was screaming pain, her knees so weak she could not stand when T.J. first tried to get her to her feet. The crowd roared when he slapped her across the face and whispered in her ear. The threats, whatever they were, apparently generated a last spurt of adrenalin as the girl, with help from Chuck staggered to her feet as the bell rang for round two.

Vickie looked away, then chided herself as her eyes returned to the ring. She actually flinched as Yuki took a stinging jab to the face. The niece began to feel the same loathing for the champion as she did for her mother. The woman now was playing with the girl who was absolutely helpless to even lift her arms, let alone swing a punch. Layla danced around the girl who was, at this point, doing well to just stay on her feet. The brunette would dance in, punch the girl with a series of jabs, each snapping Yuki's head back, then dance back to the delight of the crowd as the black haired Asian staggered to stay on her feet.

"This is sadistic," spat Vickie in disgust.

Andrea, Vickie's reaction not at all what she had hoped, sent a subtle signal. The champion's manager gave her a signal and the brunette knew she had fulfilled her obligation to keep the girl in the fight while administering severe punishment. So, obligation met, she moved in to finish off her small opponent who had offered no real opposition at all. Two jabs again snapped Yuki's head back. Two rights to Yuki's left breast reduced the girl to sobbing pain. A blow to her midsection doubled Yuki over. The crowd screamed with laughter as Yuki's bladder reacted to the blow by voiding itself, urine gushing from her briefs and running down her legs. Layla grabbed the girl by the hair and straightened her up so she could deliver her hardest punch of the night, a straight right hand directly to Yuki's nose. The small Asian was rendered instantly unconscious and fell back on the ropes, then face forward onto the mat.

The crowd was ecstatic as the referee, aware there was no longer a need to prolong things, counted her out swiftly. As before Layla tore off her own gloves, then Yuki's. She then unsnapped and removed Yuki's bra and briefs leaving the unconscious girl lying naked in center ring. The champion again posed with one foot atop her defeated foe.

The ring announcer climbed in and grabbed the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, our winner by knockout in forty seven seconds of the second round and still undefeated champion of Velvet Spike boxing... Layla!"

The champion accepted her accolades, then departed.

T.J. worked with Yuki waving the pungent smelling salts under her nose. Finally she began to moan and there was renewed cheering as T.J. backed out of the ring, leaving her naked and alone.