Repost: Something about Susan

[tr0tz]

Another repost from the old board ...

Something about Susan
Author: MikeJV

Since joining plant right out of High school 3 months ago, Shamika Johnson had been the darling of the company. She worked hard, and everyone loved her, except Susan Berkley, who'd gone out of her was to cause her trouble. Shamika was 6', 21 y/o, medium-light skinned black girl. She had avery strong, firm, muscled body, but in a sculpted, but very feminine way, thick black hair to mid-back, long gorgeous legs, and immense, soft, saggy breasts. Susan the opposite, in most ways. She was 5'5", 18 y/o, lean, athletic, but very sexy body, a thick. blonde mane of hair to the sholders, and a set of very firm basketball-sized breasts, that until Shamika moved back a year ago from a 2 year collage, were the among best in town, with a few exceptions.

Although they knew eachother, they didn't really know much about eachother because they'd never talked, just insulted, mainly from Susan. Shamika had only recently started fighting back. Mainly because Shamika was now up for a job Susan had "locked." Susan wasn't going to allow that, she'd been in town, working here since she was 6. Well, she'd come to work with her mom and done cleaning, etc.. little stuff, working up to her current job as she grew. Shamika had left town for some uppity high school and collage in another state at 15. (She stayed with her retired aunt, who paid for everything)

Susan finally confronted Shamika 1 Saturday afternoon after the plant had closed for a monthly maintenance check of everything. Shamika had recieved a message requesting she be there. There was only 1 person there... Susan, who promptly told Shamika they were going to settle "this once and for all", little did she know how final that statement really was. Someone was going to leave alive. Susan wore sneakers, jean shorts and a t-shirt, her hair in a ponytail. Shamika wore blue 2" heels, knee length blue skirt, white button up shirt and blue jacket, her hair in a single braid. They were in a large office, with thick carpet and no furniture except a huge oak desk against the back wall in the right corner. Susan closed and locked the door after Shamika came in, (she was behind the door) so as soon as Shamika knew why she was really there, they both attacked at the same time.

Both women knew a big point in their dislike for eachother was their breasts, so neither was surprized that the other attacked there first. Well, secondly actually; they both wanted a clear shot at the targets. Susan's t-shirt lasted about 5 seconds, but her custom bra was very sturdy because her breasts were very heavy, even for their size. This protected Susan's breasts while she shredded Shamika's clothes. Despite the layers of clothes, Shamika was down to her bra and panties in about 15 seconds, but unlike Susan, her bra was sturdy, sexy, and a front hook. She'd worn it bcause she had a date later that day and wanted her boyfriend to have easy access to her brown behemoths, this made it very easy for Susan to rip it open and off in 1 motion.

When it came off, about 60 lbs of brown titflesh exploded out and flopped with 2 very audible smacks, and covered her body form mid-chest to pussy, totally blocking her panties from view. This caused a brief pause in the fight as Susan gasped at the sheer size of Shamika's fat hangers. Shamika tried to cover her treasures with her arms out of reflex, giving Susan the opening she needed before Shamika could react. Using to claw uppercits, Susan dug her fingers into Shamika's 11" dark brown areola and shotglass-sized nipples, amd squeezed hard.

Shamika shrieked in agony as very giant, and very sensitive nipples were crushed. Shamika tried to fight back with a few punches to Susans face, 1 of which split her bottom lip, but she quickly lost strength and the will to fight back. She couldn;t believe Susan had gone straight for her very sensitive nipples, they were her greatest weakness next to her clit. Within 2 minutes, Shamika was on her knees crying like a baby and begging Susan to release her nipples. Susan just kept smiling and said "Mom was right, yor nips are just as weak as your mom's nips were." Shamika stared at her to shock. "Wh, what do you mean?" "Stupid tits for brains bitch, I set this up before you got your job, hell, I got it for you just for this fight. You see, you stupic black cunt, by gramma killed your gramma in a fight and ripped her tits off, and my momma did the same to your momma, and now it's my turn to do you." Shamika was to shocked to even speak, the truth about their deaths had shattered everything she knew about her family. "That's right bitch, your here so I can add your tits to our family trophy room. Oh yeah... I know about Meeka and Reeka." And with that, Susan pulled Shamika's tits to the sides, parting them like curtains, and buried her right foot in Shamika's pussy. She screamed and agony and collapsed to her back, her huge nipples still locked in Susan's hands.

Susan dropped the heavy tits to Shamika's sides, and proceeded to stomp each breast until blood sprayed from her nipples. Susan, with some difficulty, dragged Shamika to the desk, and layed her on it face up, her long legs habging off the side where a chair should be, and her immense breasts laying on the desk next to her wide srpead arms.

Susan then opened a drawer of the desk and removed 2, 6' lengths of rope. She then tied each rope around the base of each of Shamika's monster tits, reducing the diameter toabout 3". CLimbing onto the desk, she stood of the still conscious Shamika, grabbed the base of her right breast between the rope and her chest, and pulled with all her strength. Shamika screamed again in agony and horror, as after 3 pulls she felt stabbing pain in her chest, andit intesafied until the 6th pull when Susan ripped her right breast from her body. She stayed conscious just long enough to see Susan's fingers pierce her sin between the rope on her left breast and her chest. With her sharp nails cutting the tissies, and the skin puntured in 10 places, it only took a few hard yanks to rip this breast from it's foundation.

Monday morning Shamika's titless body was found on the desk, a note stapled to her right thigh with 3 words on it. "3rd generation whore" A month later, Susan was standing with her mother and grandmother, and admiring Shamika's breasts, now mounted on the wall next to her mother's breasts, that were next to her mother's breasts. Susan turned to her mom and gramma, then lifted her shirt, patted her stomach and smiled. Their faces lit up and they all hugged at the good news.

[MikeJV]

A GREAT story! I may just be getting senile, but I don't remember writing this, it does look very much like my early work tho. Do you have the original post of this story with my name as the author, if yes is it from the old sexboards fatal forum?

MikeJV

[tr0tz]

Yes, it's from the old sexboards forum. Posted in August 2003.

Perhaps that works: original post

I got some more from then and from much earlier ... like the 3500AD series, going to repost them the next couple of days/weeks.

[Ted Mark]

Amazing.

I wish I'd read this before. It's a perfect example of this kind of fantasy. [img]cool.gif[/img]

[MikeJV]

I wish i remembered writing it, but as it said on the page (thx for the link trotz) I did it as a shoot years ago.(wrote it on-line spontaniously, no save) Hell, I don't have that saved and I wrote the freakin thing!!! *embarasment* If I'd known i could of done a few quesls or similar stories by now, actually thinking about it now.. i'm gonna do just that sometime this year. (PM'd ideas welcome) Which reminds me I should save it from here just in case.

MikeJV