John Smith's "Whore Boxing (WayDownSth 5)" & a TREAT!

[Ted Mark]

The Treat is a Piece of Art I call "The Kitchen Nigger-Girl and Southern-Belle Debutante Deathfight". It is a tale I want JohnSmith 2007 to write,... a haughty Debutant Belle and daughter of the slave-owner Lord of the Mansion both are fucking the randy Son of the Slave-Owning Lord of the Mansion. Both have seen each other at the slave death fights held by the Masons in the barn once a month. And they have sent notes to each other saying:

"HE IS MY MAN! I WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH FOR HIM!" and so it will be done, pure cream and mocha perfection biting and beating and kneeing and bleeding and cursing.... until one slender young girl lay spasming in their death throws under a sweating, gasping Victrix!




Whore Boxing (WayDownSth 5)


Way Down South pt5

Usual warning about nasty violence etc. and please do not take the racial slurs as being for anything other than reflecting the place and time of the story.


Well, to cut a long story short, on our return Yella got the care, hugs and kisses while I got the cold shoulder from Mrs B. Being deprived of my rations really hurt, I?d become too used to having at least one lovely female form wrapped around my todger all night, and as for a pleasant afternoons relaxing galloping, the mature dark beauty made it very clear (by kicking me in the balls, damn her) that I should not have interfered in ?African? business, and especially not ?African women?s? business. After a week of this I think I could have fucked a tree knot, my composure built up during my long years at sea was completely shaken as Jasmine kept flaunting herself all over the place in as lewd a way as possible, while not even giving me a sniff of her knickers, which of course she didn?t wear in any case. Yella fought off a high fever and delirium and was as weak as a kitten after repeated stitching and patching, and though very grateful, would be of no use to me for a month or more. And sorry, but yes I am that heartless when it comes to getting my end away.

Mrs Bess seemed to be blaming me for the violence of the fight and the fact that only one of her black cherries had returned. She assumed that Yella would have dragged the mulatto cat back alive, and when I tried to explain the little bitch had brought on her own death all that got me was a thick ear. However after a week of this I remembered that I did have one other option for dipping my wick, and hiring a horse rode unsteadily into town, to visit the Capt?n, and claim back mahogany skinned Nelly. The Capt?n had a fine house, in its own grounds, but unfortunately he was not at home and had gone with Nell to Baton-Rouge to meet a riverboat. Well, after having taken advantage of his absence and the willingness of the two maids, I rode on the extra ten miles a much happier man, arriving just after dark.

Four or five stern paddle steamers were tied up along the levy, but only one was lit up like a floating gin palace come bordello, so I knew where to head for. Luckily for me I was about the same build as the Capt?n, and having striped down for action with his gals, I had slipped into some of his finery for my visit to the Mississippi floating whorehouse. He was surprised to see me, but then gushed with enthusiasm.
?Mr Limey, you have come here just in time. Get your money out as we are going to win a fortune tonight. I have managed to get Nelly matched against the current Mississippi Whore Boxing Queen. Over the last month or so I have trained your gal as only an expert like me can, and I?m sure she can win.?

I had only a few minutes to freshen up and without even seeing Nelly first I was ushered into the crowded main Saloon of the boat, all mirrors, flickering oil lamps and silver hangings. As the owner of one of the two contestants I was led to a raised seat looking down at the fighting pit. Well, I?m not sure what I expected but certainly not what I saw. In the centre of the room surrounded by the audience of fancy dressed white men and women was a massive bed. In fact I realised it was made up of four large beds put together with extra large sheets spread across. However before I could make enquires a bugle call hushed the crowed and a large black major domo announced in French.

?Miss Francine, with the reining Mississippi Queen, Noir Jolie,? and to an enthusiastic round of applause a pale skinned vivid auburn haired Creole beauty, not yet twenty, in a fancy low cut dress sashayed into the room.
She led in by a gold chain attached to her neck an equally young, incredibly dark Nigeress dressed, or should I say undressed, in a way to excite any man. Noir was kitted out in white kid leather stays with lots of straps and gold buckles pulling the girdle together at the back, which hugged her so tight that her slim frame was compressed into a near perfect hour glass, and leaving all her important bits naked and shimmering in the lamp light. The basque only accentuated her flaring hips and smooth shaved mound, with its coal black cunt lips and large velvety excited clit, and as it ended just bellow her breast, it also allowed her two firm ebony tits to overflow enticingly down the virginal coloured girdle. To highlight her coal black toned arms and legs she was also wearing white fishnet stockings, held up by white silk ribbons, and long white cotton opera gloves to well above her elbows. Her hair had been straightened and was cut short to a mop of raven curls flowing to her delicate neck. To set it all off she had a youthful beautiful African face with that touch of the doxy that could give the ?come on? even while singing hymns. To put it bluntly she looked like one amazing roll that could make even old dead Lazarus rise, but as for being the Mississippi boxing champion my money was firmly on my gal taking that crown, I knew I was on a winner.

The elegant redheaded curls of the long haired madam shone in the candle light as she slipped her charge off of the chain as they approached the bed, and then the near naked Niger girl, she could have been no more than twenty, hopped onto the mattress and twirled around to cheers and calls of encouragement from her admirers. She was as tall as Nelly, but lighter and wirier than my brown muscled Mulatto veteran, who also must have had at least fifteen years more fighting experience than the girl. As Nelly entered the room, the Capt?n graciously leading her in by the hand, to a similar introduction from the large black manservant, I quickly leaned across to one of the men offering odds and put all my readies on my bitch to win. Nell was as ravishing as I remembered and dressed in a similar manner to the champion except that her chosen colour was a vivid blue. Her long hair had been wound into a full pony tail that hung well down her back and the tight hugging basque made her fuller figure even more sexually alluring with her wider hips and massive pillow cow tits hanging down across the blue strappings of the stays. Her furry vee had been clean shaven so that she also was showing off her dark cunt lips and juicy dripping clit, the tightness of the girdle flattening her stomach so that her mound, like Noir?s, seemed to project forward from her body.

As she too hopped upon the bed and twirled to show off her form to the catcalling crowd the Capt?n joined me in the best seats. Miss Francine I noticed, having gone to a similar set of seats on the other side of the large bed, signalled to a tall thin blonde woman who called for order by cracking a small whip above her head. The youthful madam obviously commanded respect, and I could see her tall lean and toned body rippled with feline muscles under her finery.

?Ladies,? she called the blonde in her accented French, ?Inspect your opponent,? and to my surprise the two gals walked to the middle of the large bed and stood toe to toe, breasts flattened against their opposing numbers, and while glaring into each others eye?s, snaked a hand into each others shaved cuny. As the thin blonde inspected the second hand on a gold hunter, for a full minute the two females flicked, caressed and probed at each others hairless snatch, while their jutting teats flicked and rubbed across each others swollen globes and pointing aroused suckers.
?Step away,? commanded the blonde, as the timer on the watch chimed for the sixty seconds, and then barked the order, ?Finger lock?.

Well all this was now going well beyond me, and my brow was creasing up in puzzlement so I leaned across to the Capt?n to get an explanation. My eye?s of course had not moved from off of the action, as the two black beauties had now laced their gloved fingers together, and edging forward at the command of the blonde, had them locked high above their heads as their breasts again jousted and squashed together.

?Capt?n, this seems a rum way to start a boxing match,? I whispered as the saloon quietened in the hush of the expectant crowd. He glanced across at me and smiled a broad smile.

?Mr Limey, you really are an innocent for all your ways. Prey what do you think whore?s box with.? He suppressed a laugh as my jaw dropped open, but my attention now quickly returned to the ?bed?, as with a cry of ?Fight from the blonde the contest commenced.

[Ted Mark]

Both bitches flexed their arms high above their heads, arched their backs so the round firm arses were flung back and than thrust forward. The sound was audible above the shouts of the crowd, a wet smack of softy flesh on soft flesh and both females staggered and moaned, but for the next frantic five minutes it was stoke for stoke as the dark meat of each of the gals pounded it out with the cuny of its opponent. I was cheering like the rest as the clits fought a stand up duel, both women locked tight together trading blows to their most sensitive areas. Somehow they stayed on their feet as they wobbled across the large bed, both hissing and spitting at each other as they glared into the other?s face. The shear energy of the fight precluded any shouted insults but I could see both women were mouthing insults and threats between gasps and whimpers. Their sex lips were soon red and bruised from the abuse, and their cuny?s leaked jizz and blood, but more shocking was the battered state of the two females meat, they both appeared as if on a butchers slab after a bit of tenderising, swollen and turning a painful sore purple red. Oh well, no riding Nelly for a week at least if this kept up.

Nell?s blue basque was now much darker, stained with her sweet and one stocking had escaped its holder and rolled down to her ankle, while the white kid of the Mississippi Queen had been soaked through so that it had become near transparent, and in the flickering lights of the many lamps she appeared almost naked except for her gloves and stockings. The night was a warm one and now both the angry females were drowned in their own water as it dripped off their glistening bodies, staining the white bed sheet, matting their hair and coursing down their faces. Slowly it seemed the energy of the younger gal started to wane, and her blows become weaker and slower to return the clit punches of my black Bellona. However, as Nell slowly forced Miss Jolie to give ground the younger girl with a loud scream heaved backwards and wound up to pelvic thrust with all her might. She landed the heaviest punch of the fight so far, meat to meat on Nell's hot dripping snatch. The dark bordello bitch screamed loudly at the pain she had inflicted on her self, but to a cheer from Noir?s watching fans my mahogany gal bellowed even louder at her cunting, and staggered back eyes wide in shock and agony.

All this time my attention had been drawn to the fighting sex of the two females but as Nelly had stepped away from her opponent I could now see the effect of the melee on the four proud breasts of the women. All four had been tightly compresses and rubbing and gouging at each other and the tender globes were now red and raw, and both nipples sore and oozing milk and lymph. However I was not the only one to spot that Nelly?s bigger cow tits seemed in a worse condition than her younger opponents slightly smaller and firmer milk balloons. Wrenching their two bodies together Noir flung their locked hands wide, outstretched sideways this time, and let her own hard milkers fly out to land two cracking slaps at the older female?s baby feeders. My mahogany vixen wailed and tears sprang to her eyes as the younger girl pivoted this time to the left and again sent her own beasts into the attack, landing another pair of blows across the veteran fighter?s traumatized tits. Nelly was now sobbing, as she was forced back towards the edge of the bed, Miss Jolie giving her repeated broadsides with her own now sore cherry pink globes into the purple and scarlet veined sagging milkers of the lighter skinned older slave.

But I knew my Nelly was not finished yet, and as the younger bitches confidence grew she became careless, and my brown cherry sprang her trap. The girl had been hooking, left, right, left right, but now the bigger titted gal decided to go for broke. Deftly avoiding another powerful swing by the smaller breasted younger feline the mahogany beauty stepped back and, bending low at the waist Nell lifted her two massive orbs skywards to crack both of them firmly into the base of the girls sore bust with a powerful upper cut. Her heavier breast meat sailed out to punch flat the large orbs of the African, flinging them high into Noir?s face. A loud cheer echoed from my gal?s backers and Noir whimpered, stifling a scream, and was caught flat footed as before she could react my brown skinned fighter had smacked her larger tits three times up and under the big swollen bags of the younger women, sending her bruised mammeries skyward, stretching them and twisting them out of shape. Then, as I couldn?t resist slipping a hand into my breeches to relieve the tension in my aching cock, Nell pulled the two fighters together and started to tit crush the now weeping ebony goddess.

Nell had bent back the arms of the weakened girl behind her, pulling their two hot naked bodies fast together, and with their fingers still entwined in the finger lock had then pushed them up Noirs back, so that their bodies were now plastered tightly to each other. As I cheered, and sprayed an old women in the front row with my seeds, the heavier cow tits of my thirty something veteran came into full use as they seemed to engulf the large, but not large enough, breast of the riverboat whore. Nelly gyrated and ground her whole body into Noir as the younger women sobbed and tried to fight back, and her once proud heavy tits were mangled and left sagging down her torso under the relentless pressure from the more experienced titfighter. Then Nell stopped dead and screamed. It was a slender high pitched, almost childlike wail, which was barely audible above the crowd noise, but she followed it by a string of similar wails, each one growing in intensity, until with a full pitched bellow she wobbled back screaming hysterically.

It was the Capt?n?s gasped ?Damn and thunderation? and his pointed finger that drew my attention to what was going on. Even though she was being destroyed up top, as any good sailor knows to sink a ship you put a shot through her innards, and this metaphorically speaking, was exactly what Noir had done to my Nelly. I could understand why the slim gal was the Mississippi Queen, given all that she had just taken from the bigger heavier older female she had not given up heart, but had come up with a plan for revenge. Nell had got overexcited in her moment of titfighting triumph, and as the two hot slick female bodies were glued together by their own juices the darker ebony Amazon?s meat had slowly enticed its enemy?s sex out from its protecting lips. Mutual rubbing and stroking by Miss Jolie, even while her breast were suffering, had got Nell to near squirting, and then at the Mulatoo?s moment of victory the young whore had bit, and bit hard with her all strength. The blacks muscled cunt lips cut in and gripped in a vice like hold her opponents velvety sex tool right at the base of the jizz covered dark meat of the older gal, pulling, twisting and ripping at the already damaged engorged clit of my brown beauty.

Nell had to rip her self free and dropped to her knees sobbing in agony as blood welled onto the crumpled white sheets of the bed from her torn sex. At this point I almost gave up on my dark warrioress, but her pride was not going to let her go down to defeat that easy to some soft voiced river rat. She was sitting head bowed as Noir sucked in air, their hands still grasped together and their white and blue gloved fingers locked tight, as the exhausted ebony queen let them dangle loosely by her side. Then Nell leaned forward and kissed the younger bitch full on her steaming snatch. I saw the blonde raise her whip in expectation of a bite with the teeth, which the Capt?n had quickly told me was forbidden. However, it was the long tong of my older women that went to work on the young girl, slurping and sucking at the coal black smooth hairless cunt. Noir gurgled and sighed and was paralyzed by a mixture of torment and desire, and then with a small wail toppled backwards to arch her back and with a throaty scream of agony shot a full load of jizz high into the air to splash on the already stained sheets of the large bed. Falling back exhausted and moaning, she lay there eyes half closed.

[Ted Mark]

My slave now knew she had one chance for victory and she dragged her aching body up the still shaking body of the younger fighter to sit her hot sex full across the girl?s flush and breathless face. Pinning her arms out above Noir?s head by their still finger locked gloved hands; Nelly had the tall slim whore in a perfect face sit pin. However I realised that if Miss Jolie had the strength and came to her senses in time she could turn the tables on my exhausted Mulatto. At first the long blue gloves of my heavier women kept the white claws of the younger bitch firmly pinned, but soon as she became desperate for air the bed shook with the dark skinned Amazon?s frenzy for a life giving breath. First one arm and then another would fight its way up only for it?s blue gloved opponent to fight the white cotton covered arm back down to the sheets, keeping the smother firmly in place. The white stockinged legs twisted and bucked and tired to gain some leverage to force Nelly off, but the blue fishnets held down the Africans shoulders and squeezed her head tightly as the glistening sweat and jizz drenched body of the younger female bucked and writhed ever more desperately as she was slowly suffocated into oblivion.

However even as the smaller girl seemed to be loosing consciousness my mahogany belle started to whimper and gasp. Two can play the tong game, and I suspect no one is more expert at it than a fully trained Louisiana bordello raised whore. Nelly gave out a particularly loud moan of pleasure and suddenly all of Noir?s supporters, who had started to pay up, turned and cheered. Nell wriggled her pert bottom atop the girls face, and then gurgled as her eyelids fluttered at the pleasure and pain the other female was administering to her. However each movement of her cuny was allowing much needed air into Noir?s lungs, and then suddenly my gal squealed and fell sideways, arching her back she gushed sex juices onto the bed.

For maybe a minute or so both cats lay entangled, gloved claws still locked tightly together as Nell jerked and writhed her climax, and the African sucked in air, but I already knew who would win this race to recover. The wiry black vixen slowly mounted the still gasping Nell, and as if in a demonstration of the technique to a new apprentice she wrapped her own hot sticky snatch around my mulatto?s face and pinned the blue gloves firmly in place above the brown skinned women?s head. Again the long blue and white snaking gloves fought, as this time my bigger gal was suffocated into oblivion, and it was Noir?s superior, often practised technique that kept the jerking spasming larger women under, and slowly slipping into darkness. All the time the blonde women had kept a close eye on the proceedings to insure the smothered female did not try to bite her way out and also to make sure the loser was suffocated but not killed, as luckily for Nelly this was no death fight. However just as she was about to give the contest to the black African, and poor Nell?s frantic jerking?s and clawing for air had nearly ceased, Noir slipped off of her mount and slid down the slick, glistening, semi naked and near suffocated body of the Mulatoo.

?You fist and knife fighting Niggras need to know your place,? she hissed into Nell?s red breathless tear stained face in heavily Creole accented English. ?Whore boxing is for ladies and you ?ant no lady?, she continued to encouragement from the crowd. Noir then proceeded to lick the tears and jizz off of Nelly?s face before plunging her long tong deep down my women?s throat. Nell was flat on her back, arms pinned out, crucified by the younger female who had plastered her throbbing near naked body to hers. Nell gurgled as Noir?s expert ?French kiss? sucked the little air she had left out of her.

Again I was caught by surprise as the ebony girls body suddenly jerked upwards, and even as she still kept up her life robbing kiss, the ebony cat flicked open my mahogany cherry?s blue fishnets with her own sweat, blood and cum soaked white stockinged legs, and to a large cheer from her supporters the queen of the Mississippi riverboat Nigeresses sent her hard smooth ebony muscle down with crushing force, sex on sex, for a clit boxing knock out on poor Nell. The slap echoed around the glittering saloon, and my crippled mulatto literally threw Noir off in her agony. Nelly bellowed a massive scream that unfortunately was near enough drowned by the cheering of Noir?s fans, and then she collapsed back comatose to the grubby bed, out cold from a massive overload of cuny pain administered by the expert she-gutting from the champion young whore boxer. However my brown belle?s night was not finished yet, as she was lashed across the bed and had to take it in the arse from all of Miss Jolie?s backers before they cut her down.

On the bright side, at least my property hadn?t been killed or really badly injured. A week or so and Nell would be as right as rain. However I had lost nearly all my money, and somehow no one could find the Capt?n as he appeared to have slipped away in the confusion at the end when I was arranging a cabin for Nelly to recover in. Well, my normal solution to problems that make my head ache is to get drunk, and this time was no exception, but I was a bit surprised to wake up next morning to the soft patter of the turning paddle wheel and an insistent licking and sucking on my balls from under the bed sheets of a very ornate and fancy queensize bed. I?m not really sure who I expected to slowly work their way into view from under the red satin, but I certainly was not expecting the charming face of the young madam herself, Miss Francine, to emerge licking my white cum off her red lips as she flicked back a cascade of her tightly curled and perfectly dyed bright auburn hair.