Downfall of the Dealing Diva Girls

"She gonna get knocked the fuck out!" Yelled a male joker.

"Just leave me alone-" Selina moaned, but was interrupted by the Behemoth who clambered down on top of her. The defeated dealer tried to turn and crawl away. She only managed to turn onto her front before the Behemoth sat and pinned Selina to the tarmac. Selina was well aware that she was trapped in a rear mount, but all of her combat training treacherously deserted her. All she could do was fight not to sob out loud.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Painful blows rained down on a now openly sobbing Selina's head. She pathetically tried to clamber out from betwixt the mountainous thighs, but it was impossible. When that escape option was ruled out, Selina could only cover her head in the hope of minimising the damage. That was when the Behemoth started tugging painfully on Selina's hair.

"She gonna rip that chiquita's hair out!" Yelled one excited young woman.

Despite the flurry of head slaps, Selina still tried to protect what remained of her hair. She screamed out loud when her prominent forehead (missing the wig fringe) was cruelly slapped and recommenced her struggle with nails scratching. The Behemoth was not amused.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The trio of slaps was chased up by a vicious upwards hair pull. The Behemoth held her there for a moment.

"This is getting serious now bitch. You don't stop fighting and I swear to god I'm gonna start smashing your pretty face into the concrete! You want that? Wanna lose your fucking teeth bitch?"

Selina said nothing and struggled to hold back more tears, but she did stop clawing at the hands gripping her lank locks. As if to reinforce her threat, the Behemoth tugged Selina's head back and prepared to smash it down.

"No! No! Don't! Do whatever you want, just don't do that!" Selina spluttered in abject shame. A torrent of tears finally burst forth. The Behemoth laughed out loud at the broken bad girl.

Brittany was doing no better than Selina. In fact, losing hair wasn't Brittany's problem. Losing her clothes was. The crowd went fucking wild as nimble fingers splayed apart her pants and jacket.

"You hold still now while we strip your candy ass..." Said the Gunwoman, as Brittany's pants were tugged down and her jacket pulled up and off. Phones eagerly captured the humiliating jacking. Hoots and hollers rang out as Brittany lay face down and spread legged in the street wearing only a high legged neon pink fishnet body suit, a matching strapless bra beneath, a tiny white G-string and the aforementioned thin nylon neon pink ankle socks. Other hands went to work removing her many rings, ear jewellery and a gold necklace.

"And they think they drug dealers?" Asked a mocking voice in the crowd.

Brittany felt sick as the Gunwoman roughly dragged her from the ground by the back of her bodysuit, tearing the slutty lingerie apart in the process. As Brittany stood, the gun was removed from the back of her neck and the still faceless Gunwoman set about stripping the body suit completely off of her bare body. In seconds the destroyed net top was being tossed around the crowd. Hands -- belonging to both men and women - then shot forward and spanked at the white girl's exposed meaty bubble butt cheeks. Fingers pulled her thong painfully high up into her butt crack. Her pussy slipped out for all to see.

"Owww! P-please let me dress a-a-and I'll d-do anything you want?" Brittany begged.

"You can have the drugs! My cards and PIN numbers...anything! I'm begging you! Just let me go home!"

The Gunwoman said nothing and ripped away Brittany's strapless bra. Her hands tried in vain to cover her bountiful exposed titties, but hands relentlessly slapped coverage away and groped at her bare artificially orange tanned flesh. The Gunwoman handed the gun to one of her girls and then moved in close behind her. This thankfully resulted in the multitude of hands withdrawing. Brittany clearly wasn't the only one afraid of the Gunwoman. From behind, she pulled Brittany close to her by those dishevelled blonde locks. One hand delved into the front of Brittany's panties and seized the baggie full of contraband.

"What have we here..."

The Gunwoman fished out the drugs and slowly dragged down the panties, so that the skimpy string lingerie was tangled around her upper thighs.

"Uncross your legs and put your hands at your side." Demanded the Gunwoman. Brittany did as she was told, appearing barer than ever, slightly drooping tits, pimply orange ass and shaved pussy on display to all. Her nimble hand then snaked between Brittany's legs and cruelly tweaked her clit.

"Ohhhh..." Moaned Brittany and hopped on socked feet.

"Maybe I should turn you out on these streets, huh? You'd make a better Ho than a dealer." The Gunwoman sleazily announced to the amusement of many. Brittany closed her eyes and shuddered in abject humiliation. To think she'd started her evening as a 'dangerous' drug dealer...

"Take off them goddamn panties. You ain't leaving this neighbourhood with shit tonight...oh, maybe you can keep those skanky-ass lil socks."

This comment brought about an eruption of fresh laughter, as Brittany did as she was told. Inching the slutty G-string down her legs and kicking it off at her feet.

Throughout the ordeal, each of the dealers had been dimly aware of the others plight. Selina was ignorant of the gun pulled on Brittany, but (during her humiliating hair pulling and slapping) she had glanced over in amazement to see her fellow bad girl hopping around in only a little thong and embarrassing pink socks! Fear of similar treatment immediately assailed her, yet the violence being dished out distracted her from ruminating on the possibility too much.

Brittany meanwhile had only glimpsed her 'muscle' being pinned to the floor by a huge black girl. Punishing blows alternating with vicious hair pulls. The Gunwoman wrapped a cool bare arm around Brittany's neck and turned the naked (except for those tacky pop socks...) girl around to get a good look at Selina.

"Look at what they doing to your girl?" Giggled the Gunwoman.

Brittany opened her teary eyes to the plight of Selina. A fat black girl was climbing up off of the prone student. Selina still lay sprawled out on her front. Blubbering and seemingly unwilling or unable to clamber up.

What happened to her hair!? Wondered Brittany and then saw the purple wig on the tarmac. And at that exact moment of consideration, somebody in the crowd shrieked,

"Swarm!!!"

The mob of spectators suddenly surged in towards Selina. Rabid hands thrust forward from all around. It wasn't just the three or four girls that now engaged in the jacking. No, this was the mob's chance to get involved. Audience participation had been authorised. The crowd swarmed in to take exactly what it wanted.

Selina cried and shrieked and struggled, as hands ripped apart her tailored pants. Down her light brown legs they were pulled. Selina found what was happening to her to be almost inconceivable. The assault and hair decimation had dragged the tough dealer down into the dark depths of personal humiliation. But to suffer a similar fate to that of her skanky white friend?! To be stripped and humiliated in some ghetto parking lot?! It was all too much for Selina. Surely she was too tough and streetwise to let it happen to her? At that moment Selina believed that a beat-down would have been preferable, but she was powerless to even invoke that as eager hands ripped away what was left of her sartorial dignity.

She babbled and begged in more humiliating terms than her much softer partner ever had. Brittany was actually ashamed at how pitiful her tough talking partner was behaving. Have a little self-respect... Thought the hypocritical blonde dealer jacked down to her socks, who was more than willing to do sexual favours for her life.

Selina kicked her feet in a futile bid to keep the pants, but they were quickly ripped away and fed to the baying crowd. The formerly bright white sock was almost stained black on the sole, while her other platform booted foot kicked at the air. This left Selina shell-shocked with her flat ass -- almost literally - hanging in the breeze. Her narrow brown booty was cleaved in two by a little red cotton thong.

The one remaining platform ankle boot on her foot was quickly unzipped and ripped away. Some opportunistic young woman seized the boot from the scrum and sought to re-unite it with its earlier stolen partner. This left her legs bare and kicking feet clad only in a pair of thin bright white no-show socks.

Selina babbled pleas into the air as her purple blouse was ripped up her back and taken away. Scavengers swiftly stripped her fingers of rings and short work was then made of her plain black sports bra. Two modest little titties were revealed to all, as Selina was flipped onto her back like a ragdoll. Folk wanted to see the goods. Selina's hands instinctively went to cover her exposed titties, but this move towards modesty left her thong panties unguarded. It was a testosterone driven goon who peeled off her sweaty, pee dampened thong.

"Please, not my panties!" Selina screamed, suddenly fearing gang rape. Pictures were snapped of the suddenly kinky haired and stripped down tough girl sitting up sobbing in only a pair of little white nylon socks. Curly thick pubes were revealed to the world. Random rough hands grabbed at her titties. Paws snaked between her legs. Attempts at penetration were made upon both pussy and butthole. The emergency bank-roll that Selina kept nestled in the side of her left white sock was spotted. Eager fingers delved down into the white nylon sock and spilled out the cash. Even more hands sought to grab the bonus prize. Suddenly the Behemoth was before Selina again and most of the grasping hands were withdrawn.

"What you gonna do to get your panties back bitch?" The Behemoth asked playfully and held Selina's recently stolen red thong from her chubby thumb.

As inconceivable as it may have earlier seemed to the desperate dealer, that tiny strip of stretched cotton was everything at that precise moment. To get to cover up with any clothing at all was of paramount importance to the humbled drug dealer.

"Anything! Just give me my clothes and let me go?! You'll never see me again! I'm begging you!"

"Tell you what bitch, you eat my pussy out in front of all these people right here and we'll let you go without broken bones and give you back your panties. Deal?"

Selina was dumbfounded. Yes, she had begged and said that she'd do anything... but eating a fat girl's pussy!? Selina took far too long in responding for the Behemoth's liking. Fury flashed across her features.

"Okay, new deal bitch. One of you girls is getting a beat-down here tonight. You eat me out and we fuck your friend up. If not...I knock your fucking teeth out right here and your girl walks?"

"Yes! Yes! Just don't hit me again...please." Selina bowed her head and sobbed.

"What the fuck? you cunt!" Roared Brittany at her former friend stripped on the floor.

"You gonna eat me out right here?" Asked the Behemoth, not quite believing that her victim had submitted.

"Yes, just don't hit me any more..." Mewled Selina the ex-fighter.

The crowd went wild. Brittany baulked in horror and struggled instinctively at the prospect of her own beating. The Gunwoman responded by pulling her hair tight, as if she were restraining a bucking pony. Brittany froze rigid on pink socked tippy-toes, as she felt something cold, hard and lethal ease its way in-between her exposed butt cheeks, before probing further on into her puckered butthole.

"Ohhhhh..." Murmured a mortified Brittany in anal discomfort.

"That's right bitch, I just stuck this gun up your ass. Better behave yourself or I'll blow your fucking booty out your pussy."

Brittany needed no further encouragement to hold her ass still.

"Lay on your back and open your legs girl. I want everybody in this motherfucker to see your skanky pussy while you eat me out." Said the Behemoth, as she eased down her own leisure suit bottoms and ragged grey grannie pants. Selina covered her eyes and spread her socked feet as she was bid. Snaps increased. Ghetto videographers bumped up against each other to get the best footage of the fallen Diva's split beaver.

Brittany was totally revolted by Selina's submissive behaviour, but in no way tempted to respond verbally or otherwise. Not with a gun stuck up her ass.

Selina risked a look over her arm at the looming dyke. The folds of her stretched nether regions exposed to the world, the Behemoth lumbered across and stepped over the spread-legged former bad girl.

"You better open up your pretty mouth and lap good bitch or I'm gonna stomp you." And with that final command, the Behemoth squatted down like she was taking a pee in woods. Her drooping labia audibly slapped against the attractive Latina's lips. The smell alone made Selina want to hurl, but self-preservation prompted her to tentatively delve her tongue into the morbidly obese gang-banger's labial folds and search out her clit. It didn't take long for the Behemoth to start rhythmically grinding against her victims head. Selina could hardly breathe. With her tongue and lips almost dragged into the moist maw, the Behemoth's fanny fat pretty much covered Selina's bobbing skull. Even her big brown eyes blinked up at a shadowy wall of wiry black pubes. But despite the sensory deprivation, Selina couldn't fail to register the audible amusement of the crowd.

"Keep them legs spread!" The Behemoth roared if Selina instinctively closed her thighs. Hence, her white socked heels remained jutted out skywards and the parking lot became intimately acquainted with the MMA hopefuls curly black pube framed pussy. Whatever the questionable merits of Selina's pussy eating, the Behemoth did become increasingly wet down below, drenching the leggy college girls head in a noxious discharge that only served to further lubricate those fiery nether regions.

Overlooking the scene of humiliating forced cunnilingus, Gunwoman whispered into Brittany's ear,

"Perhaps I won't turn your ass out onto the streets to Ho for me. Maybe I'll just shoot you and take your friend instead. Girl can take direction."

"Please...I'll do anything as well, just don't hurt me...I-I-I'll eat you pussy better than she can? Y-y-you can turn me out right here and now. I'll quit the dealing and sell my pussy just for you. I'm out of that business. I'll even quit college. Put me in the street tonight! I'll be your best Ho!" Brittany babbled desperately for her life, still reluctant to move a muscle with the gun inserted in her butt.

Selina felt the parking lot lamplight flood into her vision, as the Behemoth suddenly stood. She struggled for deep breaths and tried to blink away the juices. Her face and the wreckage of her hair drenched in a combination of sweat and pussy juice.

"I think you earned your panties back Ho..."

Selina sat up in the hope of receiving back what little coverage the red thong could provide...only to have the Behemoth pull the stretched underwear on over Selina's head. The elastic straps of the red cotton garment were pulled down under her ears. The wet front panel covered her eyes and nose, whereas the crotch strap and rear string stretched across the top of her straggly mane and down the back of her head.

"Keep that on while you toss my salad!" And with that, the Behemoth spun around and sunk down as if on the verge of doing an epic shit. Selina cried out in misery, but instinctively opened her mouth to meet the puckered butthole with her cracked lips. She'd never 'tossed salad' before and the experience of delving her tongue beyond the cavernous cheeks and into the asshole of the Behemoth would put her off for life ever after.

"Oh, that feels gooooood!" Shrieked the Behemoth to the disgusted delight of all, before noisily farting into that stretched wide mouth. Selina almost hurled, but the cavernous ass pretty much enveloped her weary head. Oxygen quickly became scarce and Selina kicked her white nylon socked feet to clownish effect.

Brittany looked on in fearful disgust. There she stood stripped naked and robbed with a gun up her ass in the ghetto. And there lay her 'muscle'. Hard swinging Diva Selina sobbing with her thong on her head and eating some morbidly obese gangster girl's shit.

Suddenly the gun was withdrawn from Brittany's butt with an audible 'pop'. The Gunwoman seemed to have a preternatural instinct for impending Police activity.

"We need to go!" She yelled to her girls. Then she turned to Brittany, who barely got a glimpse of her persecutor.

"You a lucky Ho."

CRACK!

Brittany's bulbous bare booty collided painfully with the tarmac. She'd been literally punched from her socked feet. Her right eye throbbed immediately, as she tried to regain her bearings and the swarm of people rushed away.

Cool blue lights illuminated the scene. Selina lay in a daze, the taste of pussy and ass would linger on her tired tongue for many days to come.

The responding Police Officers arrived to initially find no witnesses and two messed up college girls. The club security quickly filled in a few blanks from the details they'd picked up. Stripped, robbed and seriously fucked up, the girls were a pitiful sight. The blonde with the black eye, dressed only in her pink ankle socks shrieked about her clothes and said something about a gun. She'd found a purple wig to hold over her bare pussy. The Latino girl looked like she was in shock, sprawled out on the tarmac in only a pair of increasingly grubby white no-show socks and a red blindfold (later discovered to her panties...) on her head. She had to be helped up and back into her thong.

The Officers covered up the two girls with blankets that they kept in the cruiser and had a quick look around for their clothes. The head of security from the club approached to offer up a little more information...

The Officers weren't especially surprised to hear that a rival gang of locals had set upon the two college girls because they were dealing drugs. It was unusual, but not impossible.

Then they found the baggie of personal weed that Brittany had totally forgotten she'd left in her one of her pink ankle socks. Needless to say the discovery of the drugs along with those additional details from club employee witnesses cast the college girls in a very different light, hence the teasing monikers, 'Pink Socks' and 'Red Hood'. Naïve wannabe dealers who had pitched up in the wrong neighbourhood.

"So you girls were out here dealing, huh? You're lucky to be in one piece." The male cop first on the scene commented to Brittany as she sat stripped, handcuffed and bitching in the back of a Police cruiser, alongside a mute stinky faced Selina.

"No! We were fucking attacked for nothing!" Shrieked Brittany in unconvincing disbelief.

"Not according to witnesses and the drugs in your possession. Silly girls, you just earned yourself a weekend in jail and an appointment with the judge on Monday."

The female Officer smiled and spoke up,

"I'm guessing Pink Socks and The Red Hood won't be coming back to this neighbourhood to deal dope again..."