Asian Stories by Aussie G

KO Kandi - "Maternal Kombat 1"
By Catscrapluvr

Kandi Kane softly moaned and rolled over, covering her ears with her pillow in the process in an effort to drown out the insistent pounding, which she at first had thought was only in her mind. The maneuver also uncovered her voluptuous 5' 8", 44DD-26-38 body, which was currently more black and blue than its usual creamy white. When even that didn't drown out the noise, she reluctantly sat up, shaking her head of honey-blonde hair and opening her dazzling blue eyes. "Onh." She groaned as the pain made itself felt and the memories of the past day rushed back. First she'd been beaten twice by Mrs. Jackson, once at the bar called the Den of Iniquity by the locals and once at the Jackson's home, where she had also had her clock cleaned by Mr. Jackson, and finally some crazy Mexican trash collector named Maria had stomped her shitless in the parking lot of a recycling plant. After that last beating she'd awoke in a trash can, her spine bent painfully to such a degree that her legs had been extended over her head. She'd managed to get out with the help of several of the men who had arrived for work and discovered the blonde and removed her ass from the trash can, albeit with no small amount of difficulty, thanks to how deeply the slut had been stuffed into it. A grateful Kandi had then sucked both of them off in thanks and for a ride back to the bar. There, she'd finally gotten into her car and driven home, taken a shower and seen to her many cuts and bruises as best she could before collapsing on her bed.

Shortly after her head hit the pillow, however, the pounding had started and was continuing even as the blonde whore made her way unsteadily to the door of her apartment. "I'm coming, I'm coming! Keep your fucking shirt on," she snarled, holding her hands to her head, letting her lacy robe fall open to reveal that she was wearing nothing but leopard-print bra and panties. "What the fuck do you want?" she demanded, flinging the door open. "Ugh!" she exclaimed as a punch to her nose knocked her on her shapely ass. She looked up and saw an attractive Asian woman wearing a short skirt and a loosely fitting blouse glaring down at her. "Who the Hell are you?" the dazed bimbo demanded, rubbing her sore nose.

"I'm Aiko, Kiyoshi's mother," she replied, stepping inside and casually reaching behind her and closing the door. She wasn't very tall, standing at maybe 5' 4" at the most and her figure was that of a typical Japanese woman, measuring 34B-22-32 and weighing maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. "Did you give my son this filth?" she inquired, pulling one of Kandi's catfighting videos from her handbag.

"Yeah. He gave me a hand moving some stuff and noticed the shelf full of tapes so I gave him one," Kandi replied, gesturing with her head at the bookcase filled with the numerous catfighting and foxy boxing tapes she'd made over the years. "What's the big deal?"

"Kiyoshi is twelve years old! You had no business exposing him to pornography," Aiko hissed. "Especially such ridiculous rubbish as this." She scowled at the video box.

"What do you mean? That tape has one of my best matches," Kandi said defensively.

"Matches? When I watched it all I saw was a fat white whore rolling around with an Asian woman. It was clear from the limited action that you had no knowledge of offense or defense and that it was nothing but a staged mockery designed to fulfill the depraved fantasies of men. And the fact that you were deemed to have won the so-called match was the biggest laugh of all since it was obvious that the Asian woman could easily have kicked your ass, had she been allowed to really fight you instead of sticking to some silly script that assured your victory," Aiko said, snarling as she said the last word.

"Are you kidding me? I had over six inches and almost 20 pounds on Erika! She's lucky I didn't really give it to her when I had the chance," Kandi said derisively, pushing up with her arms and attempting to stand up.

"I did not say you could get up, bitch!" Aiko growled, stepping forward and slamming the heel of her right foot down into the whore's belly and knocking her back to the floor. "Besides, weight and height are no match for skill. I could easily kick your ass and I am even smaller than Erika."

"Oomph!" Kandi grunted as the foot struck and she fell back. "You've gotta be kidding me, sister. You've been eating some funny rice if you think you'd have a chance with me. I would wipe the floor with your narrow ass and give you a worse beating than I did to Erika. You're just lucky that I'm not exactly in peak condition right now or I'd have already knocked the yellow off you and sent you packing,"

Aiko gritted her teeth and her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides. "No, white whore, you are the one who is lucky. I observe that you have been in some recent fights, and I see from your cuts and bruises that they were not the typical staged affairs you're used to. So, I will give you time to rest and your wounds to heal and then I will show you that skill and technique are more effective than weight and height." She abruptly turned and casually added, "You have one week. Make good use of it."

As the Asian woman turned around, Kandi scrambled to her feet and then rushed her as she opened the door, flattening the smaller woman against it as it slammed shut. "I'm surprised one of you people actually fell for a `Pearl Harbor' move like that," the blonde slut grinned, punching the smaller woman in the back.

Aiko grunted and twisted around, only to find her face surrounded by Kandi's impressive tits. She expertly twisted out of the way of another punch and rammed her bony knee up between the bimbo's legs hard enough to feel it strike against the whore's pubic bone. "Ack!" Kandi grimaced, gasped for breath, and backed slowly away with both her hands covering her aching pussy. The Asian smiled and snapped quick, powerful shots into the tempting targets on the bitch's chest, causing the dim-witted blonde's tits to jiggle and bounce in their spotted confinement.

Kandi feebly raised her arms in an attempt to block the flurry of punches only to receive a kick to the belly for her efforts. She stumbled backwards, amazed at the force behind the blow, and landed on her ass next to her couch. Aiko yelled out, "Ki yah!" and jumped in the air and landed with both feet on the slut's gut, folding her in half like a matchbook. The smaller woman than slid her feet to either side of the panting whore and her ass slammed down on Kandi's tummy. "You should have accepted my offer to let you rest for a week," the Asian said quietly as she reached down and grabbed the big bimbo's tits and began to savagely squeeze and pull them every which way until they worked themselves free from the bra. "Now I will beat you today and a week from today." She dug her painted nails into the sensitive areolas and the struggling bitch beneath her howled in agony. "Today's beating is for being stupid enough to attack me when my back was turned, revealing that you are indeed without honor." She released her grip on the ravaged breasts and bounced up and down on the sobbing slut's stomach several times before flipping around so that she was facing Kandi's feet and slowly inched her way backwards, pulling her skirt up around her waist, until her pantied ass was resting on top of the beaten bitch's face, with Kandi's bandaged chin pressing erotically into her sex. "Next week's beating will be for being stupid enough to give my son pornography." She then delivered a series of karate blows to the blonde whore's crotch using the edge of her hands.

Aiko smiled as a flood of hot air exploded against her backside when Kandi screamed at the new pain and continued her assault until she felt that the shrieking had stopped. The Asian then flipped around again, landing heavily on the heaving gut and bringing a grunt from the bitch beneath her, and then scooted up until she was seated on the huge jugs of the whore and her knees framed the broken bitch's face. "Do you now admit that skill is more valuable than size, white whore?" she asked, reaching back and grabbing the slut's savaged snatch, digging her nails into the already sore flesh, when Kandi didn't respond right away.

"I told you I wasn't in peak condition, you slant-eyed skank!" Kandi sobbed. "Just you wait until next week. I'll bitch-slap you back to Japan!"

Aiko let out a furious combination of howl and roar and sent a stinging slap to the startled bitch's cheek. "You are the dumbest white whore I have ever met!" Aiko snarled, delivering another slap. "Just admit that I have won this struggle and I will go and leave you to prepare for our next encounter."

"You only won because I've been used as a punching bag by three different people in the last few hours!" Kandi yelled stubbornly. "Just wait until next week, you - Mmmumph!"

"Shut up!" Aiko cried, moving so that she was sitting on the blonde whore's face, completely covering her mouth and quieting her ravings. She shifted her legs so that she could settle her full weight on the bitch and then calmly reached down and used her delicate fingers to pinch her nostrils closed. Kandi bucked and writhed beneath her, but she was too weak to do more than give the Asian a bit of a ride. When she stopped struggling, Aiko released the smothering hold on her nose and reached back and drove her fist deep into the barely conscious bimbo's belly, enjoying the rush of air between her legs. She then scooted back off of Kandi's face and slapped her sharply until the blue eyes fluttered open and looked up at her drunkenly. "I know that you think my breasts are small and useless compared to yours, white whore, but I will now demonstrate that once again skill is more important than size," she said, calmly removing her blouse and then the plain white bra, exposing her small, but perfectly-shaped tits. The little pink nipples were rock hard and surrounded by small, pale areola that did indeed look pitiful in comparison to Kandi's enormous hooters with their dish-sized areola and nipples that were the size and thickness of an adult's thumb. But when Aiko leaned down and drove her breasts into those of the slut, it was the blonde's tits that were crushed and her nipples that were pressed painfully into her flesh.

"N-no! Not my fucking tits! Enough with the tits already!" Kandi gasped out as the little Asian ground her orbs mercilessly into Kandi's ravaged melons. She began to struggle again in a futile effort to escape from her tiny tormentress but the Asian had her legs entwined around the longer gams of the bimbo and was stretching them out with a painful grapevine, preventing her from doing anything more than toss her head from side to side.

"You need to know when you have been beaten, white whore, and to acknowledge your betters," Aiko said, driving a fist into Kandi's side without easing up on the breast battering. "But you will never do that, I see, so I have no choice but to leave you unable to continue your empty boasting." She slowly slid up until her small, perfect breasts were over the furious slut's face and then reached up with both hands and pressed them together, completely sealing off the bitch's breathing passages. Kandi's legs kicked feebly and her arms flopped against the carpet as consciousness slowly left her. Aiko held her position for a minute longer, making sure the big blonde was indeed out cold, before sitting up and looking down with satisfaction at the wreck of a woman beneath her.

With a girlish giggle, she slowly peeled her panties off and then scooted up until she was seated on Kandi's face once more. Only this time she slid her fingers down inside her neatly shaved pussy and fingered herself to a gushing climax with one hand while she grabbed and pulled at the unconscious bitch's tits with the other. Once she had completely satisfied herself, she stood up and smoothed down her skirt before placing her panties in her handbag. She casually inspected the videos in the bookcase, snorting with disgust at the various pictures of Kandi standing victorious over "vanquished" foes. Then, with an impish grin, she selected several titles, including one whose packaging suggested that the blonde slut actually lost the matches on this particular tape, and placed them in her handbag.

Aiko then walked over to the door and, after one last look at her handiwork, smiled and left Kandi to sleep off her latest beating, already looking forward to their next encounter, more excited at the thought of once more dominating the stupid skank than she would have thought possible at the beginning of the day.