Chapter 9

Susan, the attractive redhead was trying to hold her own, but the more experienced fighter was getting in far more punches and they were landing solidly. As she tried to duck, the other woman caught her with an uppercut which stunned her. She tried to move away but the other boxer was instantly landing punch after punch. A jab set up a vicious straight right hand which caught her flush on the side of the head. Addled and with no experience, no boxing instincts to fall back on, her arms simply dropped to her sides and she stood, defenseless as the other woman smiled and finished her with a hard punch to the midsection followed by a quick illegal but devastating blow to the back of her head. As the referee counted her out, Susan, laying face down, began to regain a groggy consciousness.

The ring announcer stepped into the ring and with a broad smile made the announcement everyone had been waiting for.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner by a knockout in two minutes, fourteen seconds of the third round... Layla!"

The brunette put her bare foot on Susan and assumed the victor's position, hand raised. The crowd cheered.

"And according to the new Velvet Spike fight rules... TO THE VICTOR GO THE SPOILS!"

There was thunderous applause and cheering as Layla pulled off her gloves and reached down to the still prone and helpless woman at her feet. She first pulled Susan's gloves from her, then, quickly unsnapped the bra of Susan's bikini and pulled it from her, raising it in triumph. The hoots were deafening as Layla rolled the woman onto her back and pointed down at Susan's briefs with a questioning look. Cheers of approval moved her to grab the loser's briefs and begin pulling them down.

"No, please!" begged Susan finally realizing what was happening.

"Shut up bitch! You lost and you know the rules!" said the brunette gruffly.

The redhead started to grab the briefs to prevent Layla from taking them from her, but a menacing scowl and clenched fist convinced the woman to acquiesce. Layla worked the briefs down to the knees, then with a powerful jerk she stripped Susan naked before the jeering crown.

Gathering the bra and briefs, Layla made her exit.

"And now", smiled the ring announcer, "THE NAKED WALK OF SHAME".

Susan got to her feet trying to cover her reddish nest hair and labial lips with her hands. She looked in fear for the exit ramp which led to the dressing rooms. As modestly as she could, she moved to the ropes, but she had to use her hands to hold open the ropes so she could climb through and in so doing, the crowd was treated to a look at her most intimate privates.

Burning with shame, she looked up to see the ramp blocked with jeering and leering spectators, most male but a few women also wanted in on the action. Susan began running to try to get through the crowd as quickly as possible, her breasts, to the delight of the crowd, bouncing with each step. They closed quickly around her. She felt her breasts being fondled, her rear cheeks squeezed. As she made her way deeper into the crowd, she cried out when two fingers made their way into her vagina. As she tried to unimpale herself, another finger found her anus and she howled in agony as the dry digit forced its way into her. She fought on, but her strength was gone and she was near collapse.

"OK OK folks, let the little lady pass," said the bouncer.

After a couple of last gropes and a very wet kiss on the mouth from a woman, the crowd finally parted enough to let her through.

As she made her way to the dressing room, the attractive redhead kept repeating to herself, "... money or no money... never again!"

"You know boss, maybe we should have let them fuck her," smiled Ivan.

"You just might have something there," laughed Mikel.