Charlize Theron vs. Tyra Banks

The hotel room was a fortress of warmth against the against the angry chill of the Utah air. Charlize Theron and her friend Natasha Henstridge were relaxing on a large bed reading magazines and drinking hot chocolate. The two beautiful blondes were studies in perfection in tank tops and panties. As they lay back in ease, there was a sudden pounding at the door. Natasha went to answer it. She swung open the door. It was Tyra Banks. Her stunning black face was a mask of anger. She looked past Natasha and pointed and screamed at Charlize.

"You're the one, you South African bitch." Natasha was ready to belt the black beauty when Charlize jumped to her feet.

"What's your problem," asked Charlize.

"My problem is you," answered Tyra.

Natasha was growing as angry at Tyra's behavior.

"She's never done anything to you," said Natasha.

"You be quiet," hissed Tyra, "I'm not talking to you, Canadian bitch."

Natasha was fuming, and went to grab Tyra by the throat, but Charlize stopped her.

"I'll handle it," Charlize told her friend.

Then Charlize faced Tyra and growled, "You want a piece of me? Come on in and get me."

Natasha stepped aside so Charlize could face Tyra.

"You better not jump in, bitch," Tyra called to Natasha, "I'll jack up the both of you."

This comment made both blondes angry.

"Fine," said Charlize, "I'll teach you not to disrespect me."

Tyra stepped inside and closed the door. All three women were tall, but as Tyra faced the two blondes, it was a study in contrasting beauty. Tyra was dressed in a white sports bra and white spandex leggings which highlighted her rich cocoa skin. Her body was curvy, fleshy and full, with a certain softness to it. By contrast, the blondes had lean, taught bodies. Their muscles were defined but feminine. They were like marble art pieces, cool and hard. Charlize had an especially athletic build, since she had spent most of her life as a dancer.

Natasha sat on the bed as Charlize faced Tyra. The two circled each other. Tyra sneered. Charlize was cool and determined.

"I'm gonna beat your ass all over this room," Tyra began with heavy attitude, "you don't want nothin' to do with me, 'cause I'm one bad girl."

She moved in close to Charlize's face and tilted her head.

"Come on, bitch. Bring your shit. Get your ass kicked."

Charlize exploded. Her porcelain skin glowed red with rage and she landed a powerful right cross to the black beauty's cheek. Tyra went reeling back and fell into night stand, knocking over the lamp.

"That's it, Charlie. Kick her ass," shouted Natasha gleefully.

"Aw, you did it now, you skanky bitch," said Tyra.

She was angry and surprised. Usually she had been able to intimidate her opponents verbally, but this time something was different.

"I'm gonna beat your ass. I'm not takin' any shit from you," Tyra said as she scrambled to her feet.

Charlize moved to her quickly, with the speed and grace of a cat. Before Tyra could stand up, Charlize landed a punch square in Tyra's face, knocking her back on her ass. Tyra was stunned and her face conveyed her confusion and growing worry. She stared up at her beautiful blonde foe who looked down at her with a slight haughty smile. Charlize knew already that her opponent was on the defensive.

Charlize called to Tyra in a low breathy growl, "well, get up then, bad girl. Show me how bad you are."

Tyra charged her and immediately grabbed for her hair, knocking Charlize back against the wall.

"Bitch, I'm gonna kill you!" Tyra shouted.

Charlize grabbed hold of Tyra's hair and swung her around against the wall. Their hands were still locked in each other's tresses, when Charlize followed up with two hard shots to Tyra's ribs causing Tyra to lose her hold. She pounded Tyra in the stomach and ribs. The shots came in rapid time like pistons from a machine. Tyra tried to answer, but she couldn't. She tried to cover herself, but it was no use. Tyra was outclassed-she had confidence and fury, but Charlize had fight and toughness. Tyra fell back grabbing hold of Charlize's tank top and tore the flimsy top off Charlize, leaving her breasts bare.

Catching her breath, Tyra tried in vain to taunt Charlize.

"Look at them little titties. They ain't nothin compared to these. Tyra took off her top revealing her full, chocolate breasts.

"Those ugly sacks?" laughed Charlize, "I don't care how much silicone you've gotten, they won't help you here."

Charlize moved in menacingly.

"I've had enough of you, you loudmouthed bitch. I'm gonna kick your ass," she roared.

The look in Charlize's eyes went from the soft green of the ocean to the hard green of a huntress. Her face became the face of a sadist, beautiful in its cold, pale violence. Deep in her heart Tyra could see the transformation, she could see the monster she unleashed. On the other side of the room Natasha's face had taken on the same cold pale look of fury as she cheered Charlize on. The sight of these two beautiful, hard, blonde beauties simmering with anger frightened Tyra.

Charlize sprung on her like a jungle cat from her South African homeland. Tyra could barely cover herself from the fury of the punches. Blow after blow, hard, fast, vicious, landed on her face and breasts sending her back and against the wall. All Tyra could see was a whirlwind of white knuckles and hard green eyes as she slid down to the floor.

"Yeah! Not so bad now, is she?" cheered Natasha. "Beat her good Charlie!"

Tyra's face, so beautiful and brown, had become bruised and bloodied. She tried to scramble for cover, to get away, anywhere. She wanted to hide from the fury. Charlize pounced on her back. Tyra shrieked with fear and pain as she collapsed under Charlize's body. Charlize straddled her from behind and put her in a headlock, arching Tyra's back. The contrast was intense: Tyra's brown body in a posture of submission, while Charlize body, sleek and pale, brimmed with dominance. Tyra gasped for air and moaned pitifully. Charlize poured it own and began to punch Tyra on the side of her face and also on her back and ribs. Tyra began to cry. The tears were coming in torrents. Natasha laughed at the sight of the formerly haughty woman now reduced to tears.

"Oh, poor little bad girl, couldn't handle a real woman," laughed Natasha.

All the while Tyra begged, Charlize said nothing. She was an efficient machine. She flipped Tyra on her back and continued to straddle her. Tyra's face was filled with tears and blood.

"Please, please, please, don't hit me anymore." Tyra cried.

"Oh, no. I'm not quite finished with you. Let's see how proud you are of these big, black sacks now," said Charlize as she raked her fingernails across Tyra's tits.

Tyra screamed in horrible pain and pleaded with Charlize to stop.

"Please, anything, no more! Stop it! Stop it!" Tyra screamed.

Charlize began to punch Tyra's face again. The blows landed with sick thuds.

"Admit you got your ass kicked! Say it!" Charlize screamed.

Charlize felt a sense of power that she had never had before. For the first time in her life she knew what it was like to indulge her anger and to dominate-and she liked it. Clearly Natasha liked it too. Tyra hesitated to answer so Charlize slapped her face roughly several times.

"You know, Charlie," said Natasha, "I still don't think she respects us. She needs to be trained."

"I agree. What shall we do?" snickered Charlize.

"I think we need to make her our bitch for the evening," said Natasha with a laugh.

Then she squatted down next to the beaten Tyra and leaned in close.

"I bet you never had pussy before, have you, bitch?"

"No, please..." Tyra could only protest meekly.

Charlize leaned down on the other side of Tyra's face as she straddled her. Charlize was becoming aroused by this sense of power. Her loins were wet.

"We're gonna make you pleasure us all night, and maybe we'll call over some of our girlfriends," she said wickedly.

Tyra tried to scramble away desperately, but this time both blondes pounced on her with glee and began to thrash her again.

"Please, stop. Please." Tyra screeched.

"Say it, bitch!" added Natasha.

Tyra hesitated.

Both blondes raised their fists. Then the final humiliation occurred. Tyra's fear had overwhelmed and consumed her. She lost control of her bladder and wet herself. The two blondes smiled broadly and let out low, cool laughs. There was a large wet spot on the carpet.

"Now look what you've done, you weak bitch," snickered Charlize. She grabbed Tyra by the back of her head and shoved her face into her own pee, rubbing it back and forth, over and over.

Charlize let out a maniacal laugh, "Bad doggie, bad doggie."

Natasha began furiously slapping Tyra's ass.

"Look at that big, black ass jiggle," Natasha said gleefully.

Then she kicked Tyra in the ass a few times.

"You have a big, jiggly ass-just right for kicking," she said with an vicious smile.

Charlize leaned into Tyra's face, "Are you going to say what I told you to say, or are we going to have to beat you some more?"

Tyra was nearly delirious with submission. She had been tamed.

"All right, I got my...ass kicked," sobbed the beaten black beauty.

"And don't you forget it," said Charlize.

Then she and Natasha looked at each other and smiled.

"Well, Charlie, what should we do now?" asked Natasha.

"It seems our bitch has been tamed, but she hasn't been housebroken. Maybe she'll need training after all." Charlize answered.

Tyra's eyes widened in fear and dread. Charlize and Natasha removed their panties and moved near her face. Their crotches were close, pungent and wet with arousal. Tyra stared up fearfully at the big, blonde beauties. They looked down at her and smiled hungrily.
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