Yet, that was the past now. The mouthy, belligerent Tyra was gone. She had been trained, broken and her spirit sold into bondage. She was a love-servant now, a sex "pet" for Charlize and Natasha-and, much to her surprise, she loved her submission to them. She was free, no longer needing to affect the street-girl attitude that used to mask her fear and vulnerability. <p>

Night after night, in the same position, the three of them were the picture of conquest and spoils: Tyra's long, soft, curvy black body, collared and leashed, arched in surrender between the hard, sensual, sculpted marble forms of Charlize and Natasha. <p>

Initially, with tears in her eyes, she would look up at the beautiful blondes who would return her gaze with malevolent smiles and force her to engage in unspeakable acts to sate their lust. They made Tyra kneel between them on the bed on all fours - Natasha facing her, Charlize behind her - while Charlize placed a collar on her neck and then a leash. Charlize would shove Tyra's face between Natasha's legs or violate her from behind with one of her toys as she jerked violently on Tyra's collar and chain. In the end, all found pleasure in their roles: Tyra as servant, Charlize and Natasha as mistresses. The nights were long and good. <p>

But after a time, all was not well in Eden. The blondes had tasted the sweet, dark fruit of victory and each now wanted it all for herself. Natasha had become jealous of all the time Charlize spent with their new toy. She resented Charlize's imperiousness. Charlize felt that since she defeated Tyra, her pleasure took precedence. For hours Tyra would lay in Charlize' arms like a child and suckle at her breasts and womanhood and all Natasha could do was wait. But one night she'd had enough. While Charlize straddled Tyra's face, Natasha charged her, pulled her back by her shoulders and threw her off their ebony love toy. <p>

"I've had it with you! You hog all the time with our pet! She's mine as much as yours!" screamed Natasha. <p>

Charlize coolly lay back on her elbows, staring at Natasha. She slid off the bed, grabbed some rope and a gag, then snapped her fingers. Tyra crawled across the bed to her on hands and knees. <p>

"I want you to behave," Charlize told Tyra, "these are for you." <p>

Charlize bound Tyra's hands and feet and gagged her mouth, all the time giving Natasha an icy stare. She pulled Tyra to the edge of the bed and told her to stay. Then she went face to face with Natasha. The two fully-naked Valkyries circled each other, their creamy muscles glistening. <p>

Tyra's eyes widened as the two women faced each other. Who would be her sole owner? The submissive side of the beautiful black model consumed her now as her body became aroused at the thought of being the full-time toy of one of the gorgeous blonde warriors that stood in front of her. <p>

"Now, I think you've forgotten who's top woman here!" hissed Charlize, who lashed out with a devastating right cross that sent Natasha reeling. <p>

Natasha wiped the blood from her lip and glared at her friend. <p>

"It's war, Charlie, and you're goin' down," she growled. <p>

Friends had become rivals, darkness obscured the light - paradise seemed to be lost. <p>

Natasha stormed back with a vicious left-right-left combination that stunned Charlize. The air sizzled as Natasha lunged at her, grabbing her by the hair and judo flipping her to the floor. Charlize quickly rolled up and onto her knees, but Natasha pounced on her, knocking her back past the bed. Tyra strained her head to see the action, but dare not move lest the victor punish her severely. <p>

Natasha had seized the advantage. She was on top of Charlize, punching furiously as Charlize tried desperately to block. Natasha almost seemed to let out low, cat-like purrs as she attempted to put Charlize out fast and put her out early. <p>

"You think Tyra's all yours?" screamed Natasha, "well, I'm taking that bitch for my own." <p>

Those words enraged Charlize. She blocked a combination of punches and landed a furious trio of blows of her own to the rib, breast and solar plexus of Natasha. The latter blow winded the glorious blonde and sent her rolling of Charlize, clutching her rib cage.

Charlize pushed herself off the floor unsteadily while her rival writhed in pain below her. As she stood, she saw her face in the mirror. Her perfect alabaster skin was reddened in places, the sides slightly swollen. This angered her. It infused her with wildness. As Natasha crawled to her knees, Charlize landed a deadly front kick to the side of her face, knocking her back into the wall. <p>

Charlize strode over to her and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head to face her. <p>

"You messed with the wrong blond, sister. You should have known better," growled Charlize. <p>

She punctuated her comments with a series of hard punches to Natasha's face. <p>

Natasha was woozy, bloody-but she was still a warrior woman. She dug deep within her for one desperate blow. She spun, blocked Charlize's punch with her left and landed a wicked right cross, deep and hard into Charlize's womanhood. The blow landed with a sick thud and Charlize's eyes seemed to pop out of her head. She staggered back, clutching her crotch, then dropped to her knees. <p>

Now, the two battered blondes faced each other on their knees. Charlize, grimacing, gasping for air as she covered her battered loins, Natasha, bloody and woozy, crawling towards her. From the bed Tyra leaned over slightly. The movement caused her to almost lose her balance. She let out a muffled squeal. The blondes turned. They were in no mood for disobedience. <p>

"When I say stay, bitch," began Charlize, in a low, husky growl, "I mean stay!" <p>

"Don't you move your ass again," said a raspy Natasha, "or you'll get a beating you'll never forget." <p>

Charlize didn't appreciate the intervention. <p>

"Hey," she yelled to Natasha, "that's my property. Nobody tells her what to do but me." <p>

"We'll see who she belongs to," responded Natasha. "You've been hogging her ever since we tamed her, it's time for her to give my pussy some worship!" <p>

"You've had more than your share. Remember, she's a gift I give you, not a right you've earned. I won her, so I own her!" declared Charlize in slow, cool clear syllables. <p>

"Like hell, Charlie!" roared Natasha, who lunged at Charlize, grabbing her by the throat and knocking her back. Once again, Natasha was on top, but this time her position was tenuous. Charlize rolled her over so that each was on her side facing the other. Their bodies locked in a violent grip that was fueled by anger, hunger and lust. Long, muscular limbs locked as beautiful milky skin ran pink with violent energy. Natasha slipped underneath and behind Charlize and placed her in a half-nelson, arching her back to the breaking point. <p>

"That bitch is mine, Charlie!" hissed Natasha in Charlize's ear, "I claim her!" <p>

Charlize was in intense pain, but she was not about to give in. <p>

"I won her," she groaned, "I defeated her…she's mine!" <p>

Charlize summoned up the energy that burned like fire in her loins and twisted her body around to elbow Natasha in the side, knocking her back and leaving a softball-sized red welt on her ribs. With a dancer's grace, Charlize spun her self around to face Natasha, then landed a blow to Natasha's stomach and face. Natasha fell back as Charlize slid away. <p>

Tyra's eyes flitted quickly from one woman to the other, as if she were at a tennis match. Whom would it be? Who would own her? <p>

The fight was Charlize's to win and she knew it. She had to seize control now or risk losing everything. She got to her feet. Natasha reacted slowly. Charlize landed five uncontested blows to Natasha's already swollen face, twisting her and sending her to the floor. Natasha was down and down hard but she would not go out. Charlize kicked her several times in the sides. The blows were savage. Natasha tried to lift herself, using the wall as support, the way a boxer uses ropes. Charlize marveled at her toughness. <p>

"Now that's a real woman," Charlie said to herself. There would be no fear or floor-wetting today as there had been with Tyra. <p>

Natasha got to her feet groggily and assumed a fighters pose. <p>

Charlize moved forward and went in for the kill. She drew her arm back to punch, but stopped herself. This was Nate, her good friend, did she really want to do any more damage to her?

Charlize changed her mind and grabbed Natasha in a clinch. Then she turned her around and pushed her body against the wall twisting her arm behind her back. Natasha was too weak to do anything. <p>

Charlize pressed against Natasha, her blonde loins touching Natasha's firm, creamy ass. <p>

"Look, Nate, I don't wanna do this," began Charlize, "just admit the day is mine and we'll share our little sex pet equally. Whaddaya say?" <p>

Charlize jerked her arm for good measure. <p>

Natasha was groggy, but she knew the score. Her eyes twinkled and a smile came to her face. <p>

"Just when I was kicking your ass," she joked wearily. <p>

Charlize laughed and turned her friend around to face her. Her deep green eyes met Natasha's clear blue ones, and then they gave each other a slightly more-than-friendly kiss on the mouth. <p>

"Let's go have fun with our toy," snickered Charlize. <p>

The two blondes, bruised and bloodied turned to face Tyra. They looked at her with delicious hunger. Tyra's eyes fluttered in a mixture of fear and lust. She knew what was coming, she knew that she would have to worship at the temple of their womanhood. Then the fear faded, leaving only lust. Her loins were slick. Her marvelous black body began to undulate like a moist, shimmering mass of chocolate desire. She bowed her head in servitude. Yes, the old Tyra was indeed gone. She understood her role now, she was a sex pet and the blondes were her queens. Charlize and Natasha stared down at her, contemplating their treasure. The spoils of victory had not spoiled. Paradise was restored again.