GIRL GRUDGE GOES TO COLLEGE: A Novella by Mr. Cage (comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com

The Jessica-Chelsea fights actually helped pay for my tuition for our relatively elite, but small college. I joined the GD; we called ourselves the Gamma Dogs. I mention that since the fights gave me and my like-minded brothers an idea during a late Friday night booze session.

We had an old house originally built as an office during WWII they tell me. Anyway the remodeling of the top three floors had turned it into a nice comfortable college abode, but left the double level deep basement, originally used for coal storage and a massive coal stove of all things, untouched. We did our drinking in the dirty upper half and used the double deep coal spit as a can receptacle. Needless to say we had a recycling nightmare on our hands. I was tasked with cleaning out the pit and realized it could easily be converted into something quite interesting.

I raised some funds from my old contacts for the Jessica-Chelsea fights on speculation of my success. The coal bin was six feet deeper than the rest of the room and about twelve by sixteen. We padded the walls and padded the floor, blocked and soundproofed the coal shoot and two windows into the basement. The concrete steps leading down from the upper basement to the lower were carefully padded and covered. Next I installed the cameras which were known to only me, my sponsors and a few of the more reliably perverted frat brothers.

Then it was time to promote our first Friday Night Frat Fight Party. We invited anyone with any grudge to settle it in a safe environment with boxing gloves and beer. Well that first night we got sixteen matches: twelve guy matches and surprisingly four girl matches. The girl fights were spirited and unlike the guy fights always seemed to end in hurt feelings and additional grudges.

The next week we had some more fights: twenty male fights and eight female fights, three rematches. Soon we had to choose the fights out of a hat because the demand to put on the gloves and pound on one another as a stress reliever as well as a means for establishing frat or sorority dominance was inexhaustible. Then just as I hoped Chelsea and her sisters of the black sorority XTX showed up and demanded a fight night against the AAA’s the Tri Alphas, the elite girl’s clique.

They wanted a closed room with just a couple of male referees to make sure things didn’t get out of line. I was already making some money selling the girl fights, but so far it was at most bloody noses and stained t-shirts. I had wondered how to get a real nasty grudge fight started and good old Chelsea, still bragging about her final victory over Jessica, brought one to me on a platter.

Well the special Tuesday Night Sorority Challenge Fight worked out better than I hoped. Twenty four girls in shorts and sorority t-shirts pounded the hell out of each other. And much to my surprise the Tri Alphas won seven of the knockout or I quit matches. The sweetest and most fruitful fight was between Chelsea and a big black-haired Irish girl called Serena. Chelsea pounded the hell out of the girl, but Serena was a softball player as well as a beauty, Serena took all that Chelsea could deliver and in the end put her down again and again with hard hammer like punches to the head and belly. Both girls could barely stand when it was over, but Serena posed for her cheering sisters with her foot on Chelsea’s bloody face. It did nothing for the sisterhood between the two sororities and it set up the next phase of operation Coal Pit.

We added a Thursday Night Female Grudge Fight where the gloves came off and they fought with bare fists, taped fists, or ring loaded fists depending on the choice of the girls with a grudge to settle. The boxing matches had been pretty much anything goes affairs limited only by rules to stand the girls up when they hit the floor. We decided the stand up rules would go for five three minute rounds and then we would discard them for the rest of the fight how ever many rounds it took for the girls to settle their disputes. Our first Thursday fight was between Chelsea and Serena, the Irish chick who had whipped her ass.
Serena had twelve of her Tri Alphas as seconds. Chelsea brought twelve XTX sisters. They agreed to a taped fist fight to a knockout or surrender by their seconds surrendering the sorority flag to the winners. Apparently the two bitter rivals had made a bet of another kind, which perfectly fit my ulterior motives. The Tri Alphas produced a pink leather harness complete with a huge twelve inch long, thick studded pink colored monster dildo cock. The XTX counterpart was a ten inch black dildo, also studded, and mounted into a black harness with a studded mound. The black dildo was about an inch thicker at its head than the pink one. Chelsea or Serena weren’t involved in this bet. The dildo bet was between the President’s of the two sororities, both who hated each other and had fought to a brutal knockout the previous Tuesday, black over white. Swollen lips and eyes were evidenced throughout the room and the white girls showed bruising.

Serena and Chelsea walked down the stairs to the fight arena while their sisters cheered them on. Our two best refs were down there to keep order. They taped the fists around fitted hand grips and then taped them shut. I wanted to save street fighting cat fights for another level if I could work two girls into a savage enough mood. Then to my delight, both girls had their sister strip off their long jerseys. Chelsea was wearing a tight green half cup bra with XTX monogrammed, one X on each nipple and the T on the connecting strap between her two cups. Not to be outdone, the bigger breasted Serena wore a pink bra with a red AAA emblazoned on her right cup. Chelsea wore tiny green shorts that showed her fine hard ass cheeks and Serena matched her with even smaller pink shorts exposing her muscled haunches. Both girls were extremely fit looking.

Chelsea was stronger and thicker than she had been that night she had her revenge on Jessica. She had stopped growing at just under 5’10’’ inches and had thickened her body with rigorous training. She played on our girl’s basketball team and was a notorious fouler. Her cone-like breasts were maybe 38Bs due to her widened back and thicker chest. The same rubbery black nipples I knew from before made themselves evident by forming hard points in the bra material. Looking at her I guessed she had put on at least fifteen pounds of muscle and five pounds of womanly flesh so I estimated her weight at 145, gleaming ebony muscle and sexy curves.

Serena was a girl jock. She had that firm jaw, short cut black hair, hard sharp nose, tight lips and glaring black eyes that said she would cut off your cock if you screwed with her. By all accounts though, she liked cock; although I wasn’t likely to find out personally as long as she was conscious. Bitch! Despite the hardness she had a beautiful face and a model’s proud strut. The normally pale skinned Serena was artificially tanned over all of the body that could be seen. She stood almost 6 feet tall and weighed a hard, yet lush 155 at least. I guessed she was a 40DD, equivalent to a 38DD in a girl with a normal body thickness. And her aureoles were so big that the dark brown upper arc rose above the line of her half bra. Her shoulders were broad and strong. What excess flesh she had was on her big thighs and her really magnificent tits. And her body and tits showed bruises from her earlier fight. Chelsea had gone down but she had fought hard.

Chelsea and Serena stood face to face listening to the instructions and Chelsea spit out, “I’m going to fucking ruin you white bitch.”

Serena surprised me by replying, “Fuck you Sista. You don’t fucking scare me.” Then looking up at the black girls she shouted, “None of you skanky hoes fucking scare us, you dirty cunts!”

Well that got the two groups of supporters going. I couldn’t be happier. No matter what happened there were going to be a few more grudge fights. Before the first punches flew the unenlightened political incorrect battle of wits among the watchers assured the success of my financial venture. As challenges were made and accepted I hoped for at least half the fights made in anger would be fought eventually. That was proving to be about the average loss rate due to sudden cases of last minute sanity.

The refs got the girls ready and the first three-minute round began. Serena had a long, hard left jab and she peppered Chelsea’s lips as the black girl tried to deliver her face smashing hooks. Both girls were sweating and their bras showed the spreading wetness. Chelsea took a facial pounding, but she finally got in with some rib rattling body shots and backed Serena into a corner where she went to work on the white girl. Serena fought back at close range. They pounded at faces, heads, shoulders, breasts, ribs and bellies.

The round ended with both girls knowing they had been in a taped fist fight, but no blood yet. The refs reached up and brought down padded stools. The rest period included water bottles and shouted advice from the two girls’ supporters. I didn’t have a clue as to who was ahead on points, but that didn’t matter because this was to a KO or humiliating submission. The two athletic girls quickly regained their normal breathing rates and it looked like a long fight.

The second round started the same with Serena’s left splattering sweat with every other jab. Chelsea was growing frustrated, just like she had done in the previous fight. Serena side stepped a big rush and hammer Chelsea over the left ear. The black girl staggered into the wall and stubbornly refused to go down. Serena slammed a wicked roundhouse right into Chelsea’s lower back. Chelsea screamed and whipped around and caught the taller girl on the right cheek with her elbow.

Serena spun wildly and fell face down. The refs moved in and kept Chelsea from kicking the white girl while she was down. These fighters were not exactly sporting types! Now the first thing I made sure of in our Frat Night Fights that there were no wimpy ten counts. Our KO rule was really a submission rule. Our ref would count to thirty and then stand the fighter up. If they fell over again they would be stood up again after another thirty seconds. If that didn’t work it was called a KO, usually before that the person on the ground moaned out an “I quit.”

Serena waited the entire thirty seconds before she let the referee help her up. Her right cheek was dark red going to blue and she had a mouse the size of an egg growing over her cheekbone. Chelsea smiled through her swollen lips and promised Serena she would split open her face. I thought she just might.

The round had another two minutes to go. Chelsea true to her word fired a left hook straight for the damaged cheek. Serena ducked under it, screamed with triumph and drove her right fist straight into the green shorts, slamming into the black girl’s prominent mound. Chelsea screamed and grabbed herself. Serena straightened up and drove her left fist into the black girl’s right eye. Chelsea spun around and took a hard left to her kidney area again. She staggered forward with her back arched refusing to fall, a foolish stubbornness that might either win or lose the fight for black girl.

Serena hooked a right around into Chelsea’s ribs and then hammered her left elbow down into the middle of the black girl’s back. Like I said, it was a brawl. Chelsea was slipping down the wall. Serena drove her knee into the black girl’s green covered ass holding her up long enough to hammer hooks into both her kidneys. Chelsea groaned and lurched backwards freeing herself. Serena fired a killer hook to Chelsea’s face, but the black girl took it on the back of the head as she twisted away. Serena cursed and shook her hand and Chelsea staggered forward.

Before Serena could catch up, Chelsea fell to her knees. The refs grabbed Serena as she tried to knee Chelsea in the back and pulled her back. Chelsea struggled to her feet at a count of twenty and turned to fight again. The look in the girls’ eyes was of total hatred. If we had given them knives I’m convinced they would have happily gutted one another. I so like it when a plan comes together.

The event filled second round continued with Serena methodically working on Chelsea’s face with her left jab until she finally split Chelsea’s lower lip near the end. Chelsea fought through the white girl’s defense to tag her on the left cheek and smash her lips twice, but drew no blood. It looked to me like Chelsea’s spirit was going to get her into trouble with the methodically destructive Serena. Still there was no quit in the black girl’s heart.

The third round started the same with Chelsea pursuing and taking jab after jab. The taped fists did a lot more damage than the boxing gloves did. Soon the white tape on Serena’s left hand was pink with Chelsea’s blood. It didn’t look good for the XTX, but then Chelsea never gave up. She again fought through the jab and hammered her first full blooded body shot into the bottom of Serena’s big left tit. The fat 40DD boob was literally knocked out of its half cup. It must have hurt because Serena brought left arm up and across it, but she didn’t make the mistake of trying to stuff her bouncing jug back in the sweaty now twisted cup.

Chelsea decided to change targets and slammed her left fist straight into the right bra cup of the white girl and flattened the pink cup and white tit behind it. Serena gasped and hooked angrily to Chelsea’s already puffy left eye, knocking the black girl to the wall. Up to know no one had kicked. Kicking, kneeing, elbows and head butts were expected to happen since this was more of a brawl than a boxing match. Chelsea propped her self fist first on the wall and drove her bare foot backwards in a brutal mule kick to Serena’s pink shorts. Wham the white girl fell backwards on her ass moaning as she tried to cup her sex with her taped fists!

This time she was either too hurt to stand after thirty seconds or she decided to fake it and wisely went down for another thirty seconds. When she was helped up a second time she looked far better than she had after the first thirty seconds. The kick opened up a different kind of fight. This time when Chelsea came in she got kicked in the side of the thigh rather than jabbed. Three times, three kicks, and the black girl was limping. The round came to an end with both girls sweating through their shorts and bras. And no one was there to help Serena get her tit covered.

Chelsea wasn’t going to wade through a minute of getting Serena’s bloody taped fist smacked into her face again and again. She rushed outward, ducked her head under Serena’s jab and slammed into the white girl’s tits head first. Serena was pushed backwards and Chelsea hugged her. The white girl regained her footing and hammered Chelsea in the back of the neck and head with short hooks. They reached the padded wall.

Chelsea released her bear hug and leaning her head up under Serena’s head began a two fisted body beating of the long waist and rib area of the white girl. Serena grunted as her body was worked over. She hammered back, but the angle was all wrong. Losing patience she jammed her fists into the sides of Chelsea’s head and wrestled the bitch’s head away from its seat, freeing her own head.

The two sweat slicked bitches were still plastered to each other. Chelsea hammered more punches into Serena’s reddened belly and ribs trying to beat the stuffing out of the Irish bitch. Serena’s grunts and moans grew louder and more desperate showing the black taped fists were being felt. She twisted on the wall struggling to free her body from the trap. Shifting to the left she drove her left knee into the side of Chelsea’s straight right leg. Four knee shots forced Chelsea to shift her weight to her left leg and move to her left, Serena’s right.

The white girl was halfway free. Chelsea’s left fist sank into the white girl’s lower belly just at the belt line. Serena spit over Chelsea’s belly and closed her eyes in agony. Chelsea drew back again, but Serena squirted away from the wall and Chelsea fell into it. The white girl kicked as Chelsea pushed off the wall. Her foot slammed into the back of Chelsea’s knees. The black girl’s legs gave way and she hit the ground. Serena slammed another foot into the middle of Chelsea’s back just as the referees pulled her off.

The XTX girls yelled about the foul, but seriously there weren’t any real fouls. The refs had pulled Serena off a second too slowly and Chelsea had tried the same shit unsuccessfully several times before. Still it started a bitchfest between the rival sororities. I thought I heard a general challenge, but perhaps it was just my wishful thinking. I had hopes of staging a sorority versus sorority fight gang fight some day, but didn’t want to push my luck.

Chelsea was up and ready to fight in twenty seconds, but she was stiff legged. This time she stood off and Serena moved in jabbing. Chelsea stepped into the jabs and slugged away at the white girl’s tits. Chelsea’s face took six hard shots and she delivered six hard shots to Serena’s its knocking the other breast out of its cup. The sweat and blood stained bra was rolled under the 40DD tits and holding them up for the black girl’s hard taped fists. Still, Chelsea was paying a big price to hammer away at those red and blue fat bags. The black girl’s lips and nose were pouring blood again and her face was swelling badly.

Chelsea was forced backwards. She raised her arms to cover her face and took a front stomping kick to her mound. She went down hard on her ass. This time Serena didn’t try to follow up she just spit blood from her mouth on the black girl as she rubbed at her mound. The Tri Alphas laughed and celebrated. The President waved her pink cock at the XTA President and promised to split her ass with the cock.

Chelsea had to be stood up at the end of thirty seconds. Chelsea should have gone down, but instead she lurched forward. Her face stepped straight into Serena’s left jab. Chelsea’s head snapped back and her lips ruptured. She fell to her hands and knees and spewed blood on the mat. It looked like it was over.

Much to my delight, Chelsea stood on her own after twenty seconds and raised her fists. The look of frustration on Serena’s face mirrored that of the Tri Alpha girls who wanted to get on with the business of humiliating their rivals and watching their President lay into her rival.

Serena hooked to the black girl’s head and backed her up around the pit. Chelsea finally stood her ground and slammed another tit crushing blow to Serena’s red and blackening right tit. Serena moaned and dropped her right arm to cover the swelling globe. Chelsea went wild with both hands to the retreating white girl’s head. Serena fought back and there was a slug fest for the last thirty seconds of the round that left both girls gasping and stumbling. They were going to be feeling this for a month.

The fifth round promised to be more of the same. Serena seemed desperate to end it and Chelsea would not quit. Chelsea’s left eye was swollen shut and her right eye was a slit. Her lips were twisted, split and swollen into gruesome knots and she had a wicked looking mouse on her forehead where she must have caught a head, fist or elbow. Serena’s eyes were swollen and she did have that huge mouse on her right cheek, but she could see. Her mouth was split and her nose dribbled, but was unbroken. Her big tits were black and blue and clearly swollen now. Her stomach showed bruise after bruise.

Chelsea was slow, but again went to tie up the white girl. Serena was slow too, but her jab now struck Chelsea’s half blinded face with will. Smash. Thud! Each impact rocked Chelsea’s face back and sent a spray of blood and sweat flying. I had a beautiful slow motion camera working and I knew one collector would pay through the nose for an edit with the slow shots inserted. Know your customers.

Chelsea finally closed and hooked Serena’s right arm as it smashed into her side. Holding the white girl’s arm with her own left arm wrapped around at the elbow, Chelsea smashed Serena in the face with rapid rights sending a new flood of blood from Serena’s nose and mouth. Serena retaliated by hooking Chelsea’s arm and the two struggled locked together. Serena slammed her forehead down against Chelsea’s left cheek and popped a mouse. Chelsea screamed as her the left side of her face split open. She drove a knee into the stained pink shorts.

Serena slumped against the black girl. Chelsea struggled to get her knee into the pink crotch again, but Serena was too close. Suddenly Chelsea screamed. Serena had Tysoned her shoulder. The white bitch was biting! Once again, it wasn’t against the rules because we hadn’t said no biting. Chelsea jerked and twisted. They both fell to the ground with Serena crawling on top and going for the black girl’s neck with her teeth. Our refs stopped the murder just in time.

We pulled Serena and Chelsea apart. My refs both suggested a draw but neither of the fighters or their supporters would hear of it. My refs, the pussies, made a rule on the spot against biting. Chelsea argued for taking off the tape and fighting to the finish. Serena stood silently, not wanting to go that far, especially since she was winning.

So we restarted the round with no biting. Twenty seconds later both were tied up, kneeing and head butting until the end of the fifth round. Exhausted, both women collapsed on their chairs. Chelsea vomited and then sucked in way too much water. Her face was a swollen mess. No one but Chelsea would have continued on.

The sixth round was the first of the no stand up round. If somebody went down they could be kicked, kneed or stomped. There was no knockdown counting until the end of the round. Now it was submission fighting only after a round was finished. With the level of damage already done, I figured the first bitch to go down would be finished. Stopping the fight might be wise, but there was a mob of women there and they wanted blood.

Both girls moved slowly now. They were hurting bad and tired. Both were incredible athletes, but everyone reaches a limit and not many men or women can fight with their fists for five minutes without falling over gasping, let a lone for fifteen. Chelsea lumbered forward and walked straight into Serena’s bloody left fist. Serena’s jab lacked its snap, but Chelsea lacked speed. Her head snapped back and she stumbled forward. Serena speared her with a right to the navel. Chelsea fell into the Tri Alpha champ and grabbed her around the waist while falling. Serena staggered and hammered at the back of Chelsea’s head, but Chelsea held on. The black girl yelled a guttural scream and somehow lifted Serena off her feet.

It was less than an inch and Chelsea twisted and fell under the load, but Serena was off balance and she went down hard on her right side. She rolled to her back with Chelsea’s face bleeding on her belly. She sat up and hammered the black girl again. Chelsea grunted and lunged forward driving her head into Serena’s belly. They grunted and pushed at each other, but Serena was forced onto her back and the black girl straddled her hips. Serena bucked and hammered away at Chelsea’s back. Chelsea rode the white girl until she was exhausted. Less than a minute remained in the sixth round.

Chelsea pushed up. Serena responded immediately with a fist to her chin. Chelsea’s head snapped back and she sat straight up. Serena hit her in the belly and planted her feet ready to buck the black girl off. Chelsea suddenly dropped her right elbow down driving the point of her bony joint deep into the flopping bruised left breast of the Tri Alpha. Serena squealed and flopped around. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

Chelsea wavered, almost falling over. Then she unloaded a two fisted attack on Serena’s face. The great mouse on Serena’s right cheek burst. Serena screamed and twisted around onto her stomach rolling Chelsea off to the side. Chelsea didn’t scissor the white girl. Instead she raised her upper foot, her right foot and drove her heel into the small of the white girl’s back. Serena groaned and crawled forward dragging her legs. I thought she might have a broken back, but the screams of her sisters caused her to roll over just in time. Chelsea was crawling after her. The white girl kicked out driving both her feet into Chelsea’s bra crushing her tits and sending the exhausted black girl falling backwards.

Both girls rolled on their backs bleeding and moaning. Their supporters screamed wildly for their favorite to get up and finish the other bitch. Chelsea tried to rise up on her elbows but was unable to do so before the horrible five minute sixth round came to an end. I signaled our refs to let them extend the rest period hoping that both would be willing to go another round. Their supporters screamed for them to fight on, especially the opposing Presidents who literally had their asses on the line.

Chelsea stood weakly and started mumbling, “Get up you fucking white bitch; time to finish it!”
Serena was still holding her bloody cheek and moaning. Chelsea spit on her and taunted her. The bigger white girl was whipped and she finally coughed, “Fuck it. I quit!”

Chelsea staggered around trying to raise her bloody fist. Her sisters yelled and danced around the Tri-Alphas. The Tri-Alpha President looked stunned. Her sisters discretely edged away from her and quickly left her. She tried to leave but black hands grabbed her arms and held her in place. She was about to be gang fucked by her hated rivals.

The refs left the arena helping Serena and Chelsea to medical services where another false write-up was already planned. Admitting required a single hundred, the two nursing attendants five Franklin’s a piece and the doctor that night was a fan of my fights so I got him for the cost of a video tape. I imagined Serena would find a private doctor to stitch up her formerly flawless face. I left as well since the XTX girls wanted some privacy with the terrified looking blonde President of the Tri-Alphas. I of course went straight to my hidden control room to watch and make sure I had a perfect recording of the fuck stakes bet.

The XTX President stripped naked and pulled on the big black leather harness sporting a huge black cock while her sisters laughed and stripped the Tri-Alpha girl. The blonde was forced down on her knees and she had to lick the one pussy after another. They held her hair and yelled for her to get her fat tongue to work. On her knees crying the bitch licked pussy after pussy: nude, stripped and unrepentantly hairy. Then with two XTX girls pushing her face into the floor and holding her arms back, two others rudely spread her big pink ass cheeks. The rest took turns spitting on her asshole and letting it drip over her waxed smooth, tight lipped pussy.

The blonde was bawling now face down ass up. The XTX President pushed the studded head of her dildo into the white bitch’s pussy and started hard fucking her rubbing her face into the floor with each thrust while her girls cheered and counted. A couple added stinging slaps to the blonde’s ass until it was bright red and the XTX President continued to hammer fuck her blonde rival.

After five minutes of ruthless pussy fucking somebody screamed that the white slut had come. I couldn’t tell but the blonde was allowed to slide of the cock and lie face down on the rug. She was covered in spit and sweat. The XTX President stroked her cunt juice slick dildo, knelt down and had two assistants spread the white girl’s ass cheeks.

The blonde screamed for mercy, but she was alone in the room full of chicks. Hands were all over her body. Some bitches reached under her to grab and pinch her nipples. Other’s slapped and squeezed her red ass cheeks. And the XTX leader allowed another to guide the huge ass-splitting cock into the white girl’s puckered asshole. It took ten minutes for the black girl’s pelvis to finally smack into the white girl’s spanked ass cheeks, but she did it.

They fucked that poor bitch until she passed out. Then they left the dildo in her ass and one after another pissed on the back of her head. Now normally I don’t have a lot of compassion for haughty blonde beauties that wouldn’t fuck me even if we were marooned on a desert island. However, that haughty slut was used and abused about as far as I could imagine. Worse, she had to face the bitches that did her the very next day.

I had hoped that Serena would be back for more, but the big bitch had enough of fighting now that she had taken an ass-whipping. She finished the quarter and transferred schools to get away from Chelsea’s mocking sneer. The XTX girls went on a triumphant parade through their rivals. First there was a night of ten boxing matches. Amazingly Chelsea with one eye still swollen shut and stitches in her face fought eight rounds beating a blonde to a pulp. That night the XTX girls took seven of ten matches. The XTX girls challenged sorority after sorority to boxing nights, winning the all and sometimes taking every one on one fight. They challenged the Tri-Alpha’s to a gang fight with taped fists, but the white girls and their black eyes had hang their head in shame and beg off.

Then a nasty gang fight was arranged with the other black girl sorority. I made a fortune selling that fight. Ten XTX girls, including Chelsea, faced ten BQT chicks with taped fists wearing sorority shorts and jerseys. The rules were simple, anything goes until you were stripped naked or pulled off your own clothes. It was a savage fight, but Chelsea was the key. In the end ten buck naked BQT chicks were left facing seven partially clothed XTX girls and three nudes. A pussy eating party followed and the XTX girls ruled the campus for the rest of the year. Other girl fights continued and even the Tri Alphas fought a gang fight with their upper crust rivals, the Sigma Delta Omegas. The Tri Alphas won and planned a rematch with the XTX girls to regain their pride and reputations.

But first, they wanted to remove Chelsea from the equation. Chelsea’s reputation as a no-quit bitch had grown as she outlasted one tough girl after another. No matter how bloody or busted up Chelsea was she kept fighting until the other girl was broken. The Tri Alphas knew I knew a girl who had whipped Chelsea twice and might have done it a third time. I allowed them to persuade me: six different beauties on the end of my dick and on the seventh day I rested, and telephoned Jessica Anita Langford. I had no idea if she would even remember me or if she had the stones to face Chelsea again.

The dream of my high school remembered me and she remembered the final terrible humiliation she had experienced at Chelsea’s hands. The Tri-Alphas were willing to pay her a bounty to hurt Chelsea before they fought them the next fall quarter. They wanted Chelsea so hurt she wouldn’t be able to carry the fight in a gang battle.

Jessica had not been idle. The beating she had taken had turned her into a mean bitch. She had been booted off her college rugby team for fighting. She had taken up boxing off campus and fought eight times with gloves and three times in street fights. And, apparently she had turned into some kind of dyke. Her nails were short and her hair was cut like she was in the military. Hopefully it was just a passing phase because she was too fine a piece of ass to be off the market. I asked if she was in shape to take on Chelsea and described Chelsea to her.

She asked for fight tapes. That presented me a problem; there were no fight tapes as far as any of the women knew. I told her the lie and she called me on my bullshit. She promised not to tell my secret. I told her I might have something to show her over the summer. Her folks lived sixty miles away so it was a short drive. She asked if she had to fuck me to get the tapes. I joked yes. And then she shocked me by replying, “No problem.”

Well Jessica had changed a great deal. She was still only 5’8’’, but she had worked out like a fiend tipping the scale at 157 pounds of hard abs, defined shoulders, thick biceps and rock hard thighs. Her ass cheeks were like round rocks. Happily her tits rode high on her muscular chest pumped up by whatever supplements she was taking. She had two big 38DD globes on her chest. Her pink nipples were thicker, longer and almost permanently erect. She apparently was oversexed now. Her prominent mound and tight lipped pussy sported an overly developed clit. She was shaved clean, tight, pink and hot as a stove. And while she fucked chicks, she rode me until I couldn’t get it up and then she rode me some more. The beating had turned her into a freak and while I should have been guilty I enjoyed it.

After watching the fight tapes she fucked herself with a dildo and sucked me hard again. She rode me some more and I had to beg off because my cock was raw! The rich bitch blonde was a total freak! She had incredible endurance and she proudly showed me her large knuckles two of which were knobby with strongly healed cracks from her bare knuckle fights. She wanted Chelsea bad. I suggested she make the contact I had Chelsea’s e-mail account. Then I suggested a fight in late August just before the start of the term so Chelsea would be fucked up when the Tri Alphas came for revenge against the XTX girls.

Using a net mail account for the purpose of taunting Chelsea she sent a picture of herself posing in a string bikini over a girl she had just whipped in a bare knuckle fight. And then wrote, “Nigger you better run because I’m coming home and looking to get you into a fight.”

“You fucking white cunt, this time I’ll kill you,” was Chelsea’s response.

Jessica wrote back, “No rules, no clothes and no body there to stop us. Fight goes on until the winner is finished. Or are you still a chicken shit little cocksucker like you were in high school.”

“You just fucked up white girl. I’ll ruin you.”

“Filthy cunt, I’m going to bite off your nipples.”

“Bust your cunt.”

“Rip you a new asshole.”

“Piss on your bloody face.”

And so it went.

I pre-sold the fight to my six big collectors all who had specialized needs. I was challenged to devise away to satisfy all their wishes, especially the ultra secret Doctor D. In the end I had to do something that violated my basic principles of living: I decided to pay the girls some prize money and admit that it was coming from paying customers. I of course told them the ten percent they were getting was a hundred percent of the bounties, so from a politician’s point of view I guess I told the truth, ten percent of it.

Surprisingly both ladies liked the terms of the final product: a face slapping fight, a breast slapping fight, a stand-up body punching fight with loaded fists, a knee and foot fight with arms tied to waist belts, a taped fist stand-up fight and a final fight of no rules anything goes with open hands and leather straps until the winner quit. Each test fight was to have five three minute rounds separated by five minute rest periods to prolong the action. An hour was allowed between fights. The winner of each fight got a thousand dollars and the loser got a progressive ten lashes for each loss with the leather straps to be used eventually the final fight. If the match was a tie the money was split and both fighters got to use the lash on the other as if they had lost. The final fight would occur after a night of rest and treatment. The girls were to be locked away so nobody got to quit. They either fought and won or took lashes and no matter what they went to the final fight, which both plainly stated the other would not walk away after.

The weekend before the fall term was slightly complicated by freshman orientation, but I volunteered to handle our house’s participation. And after taking pictures of our “Welcome Freshman and Parents” sign I took them down and locked down the house. Only me and my local customer-conspirators, none a member of the secret six,: a banker, three lawyers, two doctors, the county sheriff and a plumber who apparently had more money to blow than the any of the others showed up to watch the match and participate as corner men, time keepers, medical help, equipment wranglers and referees. They all wanted to smell the sweat, touch the skin and get splattered, good citizens all.

Chelsea and Jessica were separately met and escorted to the basement because we didn’t want to risk them settling their dispute outside the range of our eyes or too quickly. We planned to draw out the agony for as long as possible and the girls needed to be protected from their basic instincts to finish each other off.

The hot young bitches paraded out nude, both shaved smooth and with their hair on their heads shortened to no more than two inches, straight smooth blonde and curly shiny black. Both girls moved with the fluidity of savage big cats, well fed but more than willing to chase down and kill a creature for sport, tawny lioness and ebony panther. As jaded as I was, just watching them stand less than an arm’s length apart glaring at each other with quiet fury was enough to stain my pants.

My face slapping fetish backer had a minor degree in high heels so for him the girls stepped into five inch heels, gold and silver, that had been glued in place to a board keeping the girls fixed at slapping distance. Next their hands were stiffened with stays along the inside of their fingers keeping their hands flat. Tight gold and silver gloves were pulled over the stays providing a rough as sand paper slapping surface for the palm and back hand. Tanned, blonde Jessica stood sweating and smiling confidently wearing the gold. Ebony black and always furiously determined Chelsea had the silver. I had no idea who might win this contrived contest, but was sure both faces would be swollen, raw and bleeding before any of us knew the winner. My refs reminded both girls of the strict rules and the twenty lash penalty that awaited the rule breaker.

I had considered having them just slapping away, but instead decided on a simple exchange for slaps to please my slap happy backer. The winner of the coin toss got the first slap. The loser got the next two slaps and then after that they exchanged two slaps one with each hand until the bell. If someone fell or failed to slap back in ten seconds she lost her turn and had to stand for another slapping or take the twenty lash penalty.

Jessica won the coin toss and her right hand exploded against Chelsea’s cheek. The black girl’s head snapped around and I thought it might be over. Chelsea turned halfway around and then came back like a coiled spring with a backhand that hit knuckle first to Jessica’s smiling lips. The blonde’s head snapped backwards and she wobbled. When her face rolled back to the front and her eyes opened Jessica got the palm side of Chelsea’s right hand leaving a bright red imprint on her left cheek to match the blood on her busted lips. Chelsea was smiling broadly at the success of her first chance to punish her hated rival. The smile turned to stunned shock as Jessica’s right slap dragged across Chelsea’s left cheek skinning the cheek and started it swelling. The left came back and did the same. Crack! Smack! Splat! Thud! Back and forth the heads flew and the flesh suffered. Open handed full blooded slapping with feet fixed in high heels was somewhat more brutal than I had hoped. Neither girl missed a turn. The round ended with both faces rapidly swelling and blood dripping from lips, abraded skin and in Jessica’s case one nostril. It wasn’t until two minutes in that the shocked gasps turned to moans as they piled on the damage.

Chelsea’s nose bled from both nostrils and her right cheek ballooned during the second round. The black girl wasn’t hitting any weaker, but for some reason Jessica’s smacks seemed to be taking a bigger toll. My two lawyer-referees were delighted. Their white shirts and sweaty faces were covered in bitch blood. They had gotten their freak on for sure, but I thought even they might get more than the bargained for. Those nasty gloves were ripping swollen flesh now, not just skinny it.

By round four Jessica’s once beautiful mouth was swollen and twisted leaking from multiple splits top and bottom. Her stubborn nose continued only to dribble from one nostril, but her right eye was swollen half shut and she had a knot the size of her fist on the side of her left cheek. Her smooth tanned skin was bright red and leaking from a hundred skinned and ruptured abrasions. Chelsea was a fucking mess. Her black skin didn’t show the nasty bruising or bright redness, but the swelling and bleeding was still obvious. But the real story was the bright red dual rivers running from her nose across her busted mouth and staining her chest. Slick with sweat and stained with each other’s blood the two bitches still stood rock steady in their glued down high heels. God damn, talk about tight asses and hard calves and thighs! Even though they both gasped their hard bellies didn’t slough or shutter.

Chelsea’s first slaps ripped open both of Jessica’s swollen cheeks and rocked her hard. The bloody blonde took her time and replied with two brutal backhands, sending sprays of blood and snot all over my delighted referees. Chelsea’s head drooped and she lost her balance almost falling out of her shoes. She waved her arms and managed to stand straight enough to reply with her own two back hands, sending Jessica’s lips into near orbit. The blonde’s beautiful lips that had so wonderfully sucked my cock were split and ripped bleeding so badly that her tits were now red. Jessica didn’t wobble but hammered back sending Chelsea’s eyes bouncing like a bobble head dolls. The black girl fell out of her shoes for our first knockdown. Our rules had the referee stand her up and Jessica slapped her twice more trying to knock her out. Instead Chelsea’s blood splattered to both walls. She almost went down but came back with a savage backhand to the Jessica’s swollen right eye. Jessica’s head snapped around and she fell to the side out of her shoes. They stood her up and she took three straight shots. Now the blonde’s nose was finally gushing and I thought her right eye might have been knocked out do to the gore covering the right side of her face. She stood the slaps and hammered Jessica back. The round ended with them tied one knockdown a piece. No winner! Ten lashes apiece.

Chelsea won the coin toss. They were turned around one at a time in their shoes to take the punishment. Chelsea put a deep welt along the top of the blonde’s firm ass. They traded lashes until both backsides were swollen with raised lashes. Their sweat slick skin puckered and heated. The doctors went to work washing out the facial wounds and doing the best to stop the bleeding noses. No stitching or cauterization was performed, but ice packs and coagulants stopped the bleeding. Their faces were puffy, abraded and split open. Lips wept and continued to swell. Eyes were already slits and the faces were misshapen hulks compared to their former beauty. Neither girl wanted out. In fact, Jessica seemed upset that she’d have to wait a few rounds to get her fists into Chelsea’s face again. She wanted to erase the black girl’s face from that high school beating.

Having restrained themselves for the first fight it took thirty minutes for them to start trash talking. Even though their words were slightly slurred due to busted lips and slow and labored do to pain, they provided and excellent sound track during the last half hour, one that I could sell to another class of customer. Money was falling on me from a great height. I almost didn’t regret having to give ten percent of the backer’s money to the winner. Almost.

The equipment wranglers had little to do for the next round. We added brass studded straps bound around the knuckle area of the open hands putting a row of rounded brass studs set in hard raised leather on both sides of the open hand. The abrasive surfaces now had a small striking area as well to do damage to the round soft tit meat rising and falling on these two hate obsessed bitches. They stepped into their fixed high heels and we were ready.

Chelsea won the toss so she got first slap. Jessica stood steady with her hands on her hips and round, firm up-tilted boobs jutting outward. Her long, thick pink nipples cut little circles in the air with each breath. Her ruined, swollen face looked like it had been photo-shopped onto some model’s perfect body. I saw her swollen, twisted mouth tighten as she readied for the first painful blow to her defenseless milk bags.

Chelsea tried to catch Jessica’s blue eyes, but the blonde’s face was either too swollen or she was purposefully looking away. Disappointed not to be able to see the fear and agony she intended to deliver, she screamed loudly and slammed her open right hand down hard on the upturned left breast. The striking belt hit perfectly crushing the long, thick pink nipple down into the pink aureole and then flattening the entire globe. When her hand sprang back the boob gyrated and bounced until steadying in place already bright red with the outline of a red hand print on the boob.

Jessica gasped but stood stead. Chelsea looked suddenly very worried and put her hands on her hips. Jessica had been focused on the black girl’s rubber velvet pointed nipples sticking out hard from her conical 38B ebony pyramids that looked rock hard firm on the muscular black athlete. I don’t know what she had decided but she brought down her left hand on the right boob and dragged the striking belt down the tit across the nipple. Chelsea squealed and almost fell out of her heels. She got a warning about moving her hands and as she cursed Jessica delivered a brutal back swing with her right hand driving the striking belt up into the outside under portion of Chelsea’s already aching right boob. The heavy thud of leather and metal revealed the blow had crushed the mammary against the muscular chest beneath. Chelsea moaned and a fine sweat popped out on her skin.

Cursing the white girl and promising to “bust your bags” Chelsea slammed a backhand into lower outside of each of Jessica’s fine 38DD balloons sending them bouncing. The white girl grunted with each blow and the tits reddened further showing bruising on the outer underside where the striking belt had dug in, but surprising the bitch’s bigger tits seemed to take the pounding better.

Back and forth they struck sending tits bouncing, crushing nipples into tit meat, grinding across the tender flesh, abrading it, bruising it, stretching and deforming the glands. At the end of the first round both girls were moaning and grunting with each hit, delivered or taken. Jessica’s tanned 38DDs were dark red and showed dark bruises forming and her nipples were fiery red and weeping blood from one tip. Chelsea’s conical black boobs showed less obvious damage, but she was weeping blood from both nipples and her sweat was pink tinged from the abrasions covering both her tits. And, while the nipples were merely weeping they looked twisted as if they were swelling unevenly. It was hard to say who was ahead. Jessica’s fine orbs looked more battered, but Chelsea’s sweaty face and weeping distorted nipples argued otherwise.

The next rounds followed. Nipples were crushed. Slaps hit high and dragged low scraping across already raw flesh, always targeted on the tips of their nipples. Slaps hit the side and dragged across. Backhands to the outside did deep damage. Jessica’s innovated crossing backhand fooled Chelsea by missing the previously targeted outside of the near breast and crushing into the inside of the far breast driving it up under the armpit. The black girl fell during the third round when her right cone was stretched up under her arm by the first of these wicked crossing backhands. She took two more unanswered backhands to the same tit, but managed to stand through the agony. Her right conical breast rapidly changed shape into a rounder tighter version of Jessica’s rounder boobs. Jessica had to swollen red bags both bleeding from cuts and abrasions around the pointed nipples, but her tits still looked like the original. I suspected that finally one of the bitches was pulling out ahead in this brutal war of boob attrition.

One of Chelsea’s dragging slaps across Jessica’s right nipple gashed it so the weeping blood became a clear dribble and it was mixed with pink lymph from the glands within. I thought the black girl might be coming back but then Jessica opened both of Chelsea’s pointed nipples with a similar drag slaps. The black girl howled and cupped her tits for almost the ten seconds before striking back. She became obsessed by the thicker once pink now dark red raw nipple points on the white girl’s tits. She worked slap drag after slap drag across Jessica’s nipples. The top of the white girl’s tits were practically sandpapered, but only one nipple bled freely. Chelsea’s once perfect cones now misshapen were treated to devastating upper backhands driving the loaded knuckle straps deep into the tortured glands. The fourth round finished with a savage crushing backhand that looked like it caused Chelsea to squirt out of her ruptured right nipple.

The fifth round found Chelsea desperately hurt and behind by one point. She went after Jessica’s nipples with savage slap drags and crossing backhands, concentrating on the skin and nipple rather than the tit meat. She was rewarded with a scream and a second bleeding nipple at the two minute mark, but Jessica still stood and continued the deep meat pounding to the rolling bags that now hung heavy on tortured steaming black skin from the muscular chest. Chelsea fell to her knees one more time near the end of the round and almost was unable to stand. The crushing of her less padded glands had been completed.

I don’t know whether Jessica had superior tactics or her padded glands gave her a natural advantage. I have seen other big boob fighters reduced into quivering begging bitches by tit shots, so perhaps it wasn’t just flesh, but it was Jessica’s flesh that mattered. In any case, even though there was no knockout the blonde with the swollen ruined face and dark red and blue swollen tit bags had won clearly. Chelsea was turned around to receive her ten lashes for losing and another ten lashes for it being her second loss.

Jessica’s whipping was hindered by her swollen glands, but that didn’t stop her from giving Chelsea a badly welted and bleeding back from shoulders to the back of her thighs. And the white girl pointedly said, “You were born to be whipped you fucking nigger bitch. You’re my fucking slave cunt.” Chelsea was in a lot of trouble as her doctor did what he could to ease her agony, but as always when I looked into the girl’s eyes I saw nothing but determination to fight on and utter hatred of the white bitch who had humiliated her.

The happy equipment wranglers stripped off the striking belts and tight gloves so they could remove the stays that kept the women’s hands open for slapping. Both these guys were sweat and scent freaks and you could see the smell of hot female sweat and blood was curing any erectile dysfunction they might have had. The female battle smell was of course fiercest in the wet cleavage of the battered breasts. They got up close and personal facial examination of the terrible swelling and bruising as they tugged the gloves off. Later they both claimed that the heat coming off the pulsating lymph ballooning glands was enough to cook an egg. Then they put the gloves back on. The striking straps went back on. Then the brutal bitches made closed fists, using the palm strap as a grip and turning the knuckle strip into a weapon of fistic destruction. Next the sniff happy equipment wranglers taped the fists closed with abrasive surface tape, gold for the blonde and silver for the black.

The doctors went to work with ice and styptics. By now the real deep bruising of the face was apparent on both girls, they would need weeks just to know how bad they faces were hurt. Now the breasts had time to cook and you could see them growing and the girls slumping as the weight pulled at their shoulders. The docs got off on the blood and the agony of their charges. Every one has to float their boat as best they can. Perhaps it’s not surprising that agony might turn on a healer. They worked efficiently and did what they could to sooth the agony of the fighters. I guess that was enough to satisfy their medical oaths, but in truth it was so we could see the two insane bitches hurt each other some more.

The girls grimly put their feet back in the fixed high heels. They hadn’t said much during the break, but once they were up close they couldn’t help themselves.

“God those tiny tits of yours are busted. Shit bitch, I bet they pop before I bite them off,” taunted the blonde.

“Fuck you cracker cunt. “Your udders are busted and now I’m going to bust your gut. You can’t out last me.”

“Nigger, my tits like it rough. I’m hot for some more. You tiny monkey tits won’t take another beating.”

“You can’t finish me, Barbie Tits. Now I’m going to gut you and you’ll piss your cracked eggs all over your fat feet.”

We moved them closer together by a few inches to insure they could pound every inch from the cunt to the shoulders. And to insure there were no fouls the referee reminded them of the twenty lash penalty for any head or neck shots, even by error. Chelsea’s dark eyes focused on Jessica’s belly button and the blonde’s blue eye slits seem to focus on the distorted black nipples. This would be an interesting clash, no turn taking but a fist pumping brawl with feet fixed in place.

Jessica’s fast hands hit Chelsea’s left tit from the bottom a second before Chelsea’s hard loaded fist bounced against the blonde’s tight tanned belly. Jessica’s first blow caused Chelsea to scream. Her right nipple reopened with a true squirt spraying hot blood and lymph across the white girl’s twisted lips. Jessica didn’t have time to taste the gore because she blew out as the loaded fist buried deep in her guts a second time. Now the fists flew as they leaned together. It was impossible to follow the pumping fists. Both girls were groaning and grunting. The thuds of bone on bone, the smack of leather and metal on skin and the tearing drag of the abrasive tape on hot swollen skin punctuated the gasps, grunts and groans. Sweat flew and as fast as the elbows and fists.

Their initial strategies got redirected as the flying fists hit arms and one another redirecting the force. Jessica worked on Chelsea’s mound after getting tied up in the black girl’s arms trying to bust her tits. The downward pounding across her mound got Chelsea’s attention. She started cunting the blonde in return and again their fists got in each others’ way. Chelsea got some advantage when her right hook to Jessica’s belly was redirected by an errant fist to her forearm. Jessica took advantage by sinking her golden covered fist deep in the sweaty black belly of her hated rival. Chelsea groaned and hooked hard, but her fist was behind Jessica and it must have got the white girl just perfectly in the kidneys. Jessica cried out and twisted, arching her back. Surprised Chelsea hammered the lower back again and again. Jessica twisted and actually got her arm into the crook of Chelsea’s punching arm to prevent more kidney shots. The round came to an end and I thought that despite the bleeding nipples of the black girl that she might have scored a win.

The furious pace exhausted them. They sucked air the entire five minute break and were still huffing and puffing when we stuck their feet back in their shoes. Chelsea tried to go back to the kidneys. I was exhausted watching. How they continued was a testament to their strength of will and the depth of their mutual hatred, their mutual bitch insanity.

Jessica twisted and dragged her left fist across both of the black girl’s weeping nipples. Chelsea howled and fell out of her shoes screaming. The referees stood her up. She was still moaning. Both nipples were literally pumping blood and lymph. The skinned nipples had attempted to close up, but now they were open and I suspected cracked. Chelsea, determined as ever, didn’t protect her nipples. Instead as the blonde fired up into her tits she went low digging into Jessica’s mound working both sides of her tight lipped V-loins. While Jessica enjoyed the splatter of Chelsea’s hot tit blood on her own swollen tits she didn’t enjoy the sickening agony the black girl was inflicting down below. I thought it might be meaningful when the white girl despite all the squirting going on up top switched her fists downward. The second round ended with their fists tangled in a slow motion battle to drive the other to their knees by mound work.

As Chelsea slumped on her chair her bleeding nipples basically coated her heaving belly. When she stood for the third round her slick body shined dark red. When Jessica’s fists splattered on the black girl’s belly, blood droplets sprayed over both refs’ pants. The men staggered under the mist of gore. I thought they might just jerk off right then and there, but they managed to keep watching the fight. Jessica worked the black girl hard, but Chelsea fought back and again found Jessica’s kidneys. The blonde was hurt and shifted to cover herself and took a savage deep blow to the side of her belly. She spit in Chelsea’s face and her arms dropped to her sides. Chelsea dug the fist in again in exactly the same place. The blonde fell out of her shoes backwards holding her belly, her feet drawn up to her swollen tits. One of the refs excitedly pointed to the floor. Chelsea had knocked the piss out of the blonde.

The refs dragged Jessica to her feet and forced her back into her heels and then straightened her up. Chelsea was exhausted, but she was determined to gut the blonde. Jessica somehow survived the assault and tied up the black girl’s slow moving fists with her own clubs. The third round ended with them tied one knock down a piece, but the blonde was gutted and she had two more rounds to go.

Chelsea went back to the belly, but the blonde was determined to protect the hole in her muscle shield. They grunted and groaned bent over pounding each other’s forearms and fists more often than flesh. Chelsea was too tired to overpower the injured blonde. Jessica’s tactics worked for almost the entire three minutes. Chelsea was exhausted and disappointed as she sat on her chair during the last rest period. Jessica’s eyes were hollowed out just like her bladder. I wondered how deeply hurt the blonde was. It is quite possible to bleed to death from internal injuries. I hoped she wouldn’t do it too soon.

The final round of the body punching battle started in slow motion as Jessica again went into defensive mood. Chelsea took the bait for half a minute. The girls were slick with sweat and blood. Their hair was stringing and you could see circles around their eyes. Their arms were heavy and their punches lacked any of the crispness of the first round. Chelsea grew frustrated and suddenly switched to upper cuts to the blonde’s bloated tits. The black girl’s fists came up from below passing cleanly over the blondes arms and fists that refused to leave her belly. With Jessica leaning forward all the weight of lymph settled to swollen nipples. Chelsea’s hard fists traveling slowly but steady hammered up into the tortured, hot swollen glands again and again. Jessica groaned and grunted. The blonde tried to gut Chelsea. She dug her fists low into the black girl’s belly, slamming drag punches across the mound, trying to skin the clit. Chelsea suffered and wavered, but she leaned back for distant and started dragging left and right hooks across both of Jessica’s swollen udders. The white girl cried out and stood up straight for the first time in minutes. Finally her nipples opened up and sprayed the black girl’s bloody chest. Chelsea’s swollen face twisted with pleasure.

Jessica cursed and switched her fists to Chelsea’s mulched breasts. Seconds later Chelsea’s nipples were open again and she was moaning. Then with seconds left in the round Chelsea wobbled under a tit crushing punch, but instead of falling she twisted and slammed her wicked right back down into white girl’s weakened belly. Jessica vomited on Chelsea’s tits and sat down hard on her ass, her feet still in her shoes. The refs stood her up and she hugged herself while Chelsea hammered looping punches at her ribs and shoulders trying to find a target. The round ended before she could gut the blonde again, but Chelsea had clearly won the round and she waited anxiously for her gloves to be pulled off while Jessica rocked on her chair holding her belly.

When the refs forced Jessica to stand and put her feet back in her shoes she could barely straighten up. She didn’t hear Chelsea’s taunting as the black girl put the whip to the white girl’s back and ass. Twenty lashes later the white girl’s back and ass was crisscrossed with bloody welts and darkening bruises. Jessica never even answered Chelsea’s non-stop trash talking during their hour break. I wondered if the white girl had been broken. I had no idea how the foot and knee fight would go, but if Chelsea got a foot or knee into Jessica’s busted belly it might be over.

The equipment wranglers stripped off the gloves and put on belted leather straps around their sweaty waists. Each strap had a leather cuff attached by a six inch strap to the belt. When their hands were cuffed to their waists they couldn’t reach each other. I worried about this and considered giving them a means of balancing by putting on a neck strap and a suspending cable from the roof. If I had it would have been a different kind of battle for sure.

They started out with Chelsea smiling through her misshapen lips and promising to stomp the blonde’s belly until her womb fell out on the floor. To tell you the truth I don’t think it was trash talk. These girls wanted to personally ruin each other as women. This kind of hatred typically ended in a few seconds between the plunge of a knife or the pull of a trigger and the agonized realization of the victim. In our case we were artificially prolonging the hatred, heating and reheating it, turning into a kind of emotional steel.

Chelsea tried the first kick, a stomp kick to the blonde’s left knee. It’s hard to balance on one foot with your hands tied to your waist. Chelsea’s foot grazed the outside of Jessica’s calf, missing the knee entirely and she staggered off balance into the white girl. Their hands strained to get at each other, but it was useless. Jessica through a knee and almost fell. Chelsea threw a knee and scored with a meaty thud to Jessica’s muscular thigh. Jessica slammed her big bruised tits into the swollen misshapen orbs spread across Chelsea’s hard chest wall. Both women gasped in agony, but Chelsea was off balance from the knee. The black girl fell backwards with her hands desperately tugging at the straps instinctively trying to find her balance. Thud and she was down on her back.

Jessica looked surprised. Then she raised her foot and stomped. It was too late. Her foot was headed toward the black girl’s crotch. Instead a black foot exploded in the white crotch from below and threw the blonde backwards. She staggered and fell to one knee. Chelsea whipped her legs around and struggled to one knee. Getting of the ground without hands is not easy. Jessica stood despite the pain in her cunt and delivered her first real kick, a football kick to Chelsea’s jaw. Chelsea twisted desperately and the kick thudded into her tortured weeping left breast. The black girl screamed and fell backwards on her back again.

Jessica lunged forward and this time her stomp to the cunt landed firmly. Chelsea cried out and twisted on her hip. Jessica almost fell. The blonde lifted her foot for another stomp going for the black girl’s exposed ribs. On her hip, Chelsea scissor kicked surprising the blonde. Jessica screamed and found herself falling hard on her side as her feet flew out from under her.

They struggled to their feet and exchanged glancing kicks to the shins and ankles. Each assault ended with the attacker stumbling. I was afraid this round would prove to be disappointing to the foot fetish guy who I designed it to satisfy. I made a note to go back to the drawing board, but it was too late now. Then I realized I’d already lost count of knockdowns, which was the way I had intended to determine the winner. I smiled as I realized that so far every time one fell the other hit the ground soon after. Well it was a failed experiment; maybe my foot guy would at least appreciate the effort and enjoy the mutual whipping that was sure to follow a tie.

The second round started out the same. Glancing kicks to the shins and ankles were as dangerous to the kicker as the kickee. They got in close and threw knees. Knees cracked against each other and the women went down on their asses. This was getting embarrassing. The refs looked at me for some hint as to what to do. This just wasn’t working.

Then the happy entrepreneurial intervention of the two tangled bitches came into play. On their asses well with in foot range they started kicking. In seconds it was a fist fight with feet. Heels and souls smacked into faces, tits, bellies, and crotches. And even the blocked shots against each other’s legs and feet seemed to add to the flurry of action. They slammed away in a whirlwind until the kicking drove them apart on the plastic matting.

Then rather than stand up, Jessica reached down with her hands pressed up and scooted forward driving her feet up into Chelsea’s bloody face. The black girl was knocked on her back. Jessica raised her right heel high with her leg straight and brought down a classic heel strike on the black girl’s heaving lower belly. Chelsea gasped and sat up with a wild look on her face. Then her face twisted, she vomited on her own tits and she fell back moaning. Jessica aimed another strike for the black girl’s cunt, but Chelsea rolled to the side and tangled the white girl’s leg between her own. It was another fortuitous innovation.

Now the foot fist fight turned into a grappling match again without hands. Jessica was desperate to keep her leg from being twisted off. She used her free foot to heel kick to the small of Chelsea’s back. Then when that didn’t work she drove the sole of her foot into Chelsea’s firm black ass and literally pushed the black girl off the trapped foot.

Chelsea rolled over as soon as she lost the trapped foot. Her feet flew and she caught Jessica in the cunt twice before the white girl’s feet were up. They missed everything but each other’s legs for the last furious minute of the round.

Having watched the action I made a note that maybe the best foot fight would be staged by putting the fighters in a tight area like a hall way, hands strapped to the wall and let them kick and stomp with no way to retreat or block. Before I drew it out on a napkin the third round started.

The girls had adapted. They slammed into each other and almost immediately fell. In fact, I think both fell on purpose thinking that it was better to be on your ass kicking up with both feet than standing and trying to keep your balance while kicking down with one. In any case they came down well within range. Both girls dug their trapped hands into the mat and tried to hold position.

Feet flashed. Bare feet smacked into the back of knees, into calves, into the back of thighs and into feet. But one in five kicks landed elsewhere. Jessica’s bloated right boob seemed to be a magnet for the heel and sole of Chelsea’s left foot. Jessica had a similar success with her short heel stomps down into the black girl’s belly. More than once the white heel dug into the sweaty black flesh and slide down to ground against the top of the mound. They kicked and kicked and no one gave an inch until the end of the round. Damn, these bitches were inventive as well as vindictive. As they dragged the girls apart one of the refs shot me a secret smile and gave me the thumbs up.

The fourth round was identical accept that the girl’s aim was improving. Jessica seemed to guard her boob, but left her face open. Chelsea’s toes dug in to the forehead, scratched the cheeks and even caught a nostril in passing. But it was the black girl’s hard heel to the nose that knocked the blonde on her back and sent a short lived gusher of blood out of both nostrils. Once the blonde was down the black girl cruelly heel struck Jessica’s mound. I think if Chelsea had been thinking clearly she would have gone back to the damaged area of the blonde’s lower belly. Instead she obviously wanted to de-sex the blonde bitch. The drum like thud of bone on bone caused every man to cross his legs.

Jessica moaned and this time she scissored her legs around the offending black ankle and rolled. Chelsea cursed and twisted to her hip to avoid having her ankle broken. She couldn’t kick Jessica off because her free foot was basically under her. The blonde held on until the round break. Theoretically it was still tied.

The fifth round started with the body slam and fall. This time they were even closer. They had to lean back propped on there restrained hands to get in decent kicks. Feet were milling in air striking down heel first and the rising like some infernal bicycling. Faces and tits were the first targets in this type of face. Chelsea was stunned by a hard heel to the forehead. Then the blonde struck both the busted orbs on the black girl’s chest. Chelsea managed to keep braced and her retaliation was a heel to Jessica’s busted mouth. The scabs ripped open and the swelling redoubled.

Jessica moaned and endured the new cascade of blood down her chin onto her tits. That blood was quickly smeared and splattered as the black girl tried to walk a hole in the blonde’s fat tits. With Chelsea leaning back at a greater angle the blonde’s heels were smacking into her upper belly and hammering further backwards. Jessica blinked after Chelsea’s bare foot had smashed across her eyes and drove a hard heel down at sharp ankle hooking into the top of the black girl’s mound. This time Chelsea screamed and twisted around going for the leg twist, but the blonde had learned.

Jessica jerked her foot away as Chelsea closed her thighs on nothing and twisted to the side. Chelsea’s lower back was suddenly exposed and Jessica pumped her feet into Chelsea’s kidneys and spin causing the black girl to rotate even further away. Now the blonde was stomping between the shoulders and to the back of the head. Chelsea scrambled an slide trying to get away and the blonde wiggled on her ass pushed along like a centipede by her digging fingers still kicking at the black girl’s back. Chelsea took a pounding until the end of the round.

Well it wasn’t what I had planned, but it worked and the girls had proven that hatred was the mother of invention. Anyway, I happily declared a tie which meant thirty lashes to each. They were breathing heavily, and busted up but no where as exhausted or busted up as in the third round. Both girls swayed a little unevenly when we put their feet in their shoes. Chelsea won the toss and she got the first lash. By ten lashes both girls were screaming and covered in sweat, but they anxiously grabbed the strap as we turned them around for the next exchange. Jessica’s back and ass was hamburger red and bloody. It looked far worse than Chelsea’s but as I already knew black skin hid a lot of damage and Chelsea’s back and ass were bright red and dripping with steaming blood.

The final fight of the first day was to be the first free moving battle, an old fashioned stand-up fist fight. Every knockdown was to be stood-up and fighting set to begin after ten seconds ready or knot. A knockout would get you stood up in the corner where you might have to take a dozen shots before you fell again. At least the fists weren’t loaded this time. We gave them rubber hand grips and then taped their hands firmly and thickly. The tape was of course abrasive as if they needed any more help to open each other up. Blows anywhere with the fists, elbows and head were allowed. Kicking was punishable with twenty lashes. This round had a high possibility of ending in someone’s death so I held my breath. That was the last thing I wanted. It would spoil the next days no rules bitch fight to a finish.

The girls that stood facing each other for this brutal taped fist fight were grim battle-scarred warriors. Their faces were swollen and virtually unrecognizable from the attractive young women who had walked into the pit nude. Their breasts were swollen and raw bags of lymph and hot blood topped by abraded and cracked nipples and skinned aureole. Their bellies were bruised and battered; marks so evident on the tanned white girl were at least as bad on the black girl. Jessica’s legs and mound showed growing black and blue marks and I knew Chelsea’s were just as damaged. Their backsides were crisscrossed with raised weeping welts. All in all they were wrecks and would have been whisked away to an emergency room if anyone in the room had fit into the social norm. Social norms didn’t have a ticket to the show.

Jessica came forward with her right hand high and her left low. She was guarding the dark blue, red tinged spot on her belly that Chelsea had penetrated during their body fight. Chelsea’s eyes were drawn to the target. I thought the blonde fist fighter’s experience my not be the advantage it once had seemed. That hole in her stomach shield was a serious weakness and now Chelsea had focused on it.

Chelsea moved quickly slamming her right low at the black and blue mark. As usual, Chelsea’s impetuousness was her undoing. Jessica was waiting, perhaps even enticing, such a blow. She turned her hip into the punch and rather than block with her left took the punch on her hip. Her left fist shot up and crashed into Chelsea’s chin, snapping the black girl’s head back and sending her staggering both hands swinging at the air in front of her face.

Jessica plunged forward ducking under the instinctual blind punches and drove her right fist straight into Chelsea’s lower belly, just below the navel on the left hand side. Chelsea cried out and twisted away grabbing her belly. It was a gut busted. Chelsea was stunned. Jessica’s left smashed into the side of Chelsea’s face. As the black girl staggered the right took her hard in the mouth busting open her swollen lips. She staggered back looking for a place to fall, but hit the back wall.

Jessica sank a left fist into the lower right belly and a right fist into the target area on the lower right belly. Chelsea spit in Jessica’s face and fell against her gasping. The blonde was relentless. She pumped hard rights and lefts into Chelsea’s ribs and kidneys while using her own swollen tits and shoulders to keep the black girl standing against the padded wall. Chelsea grunted and gasped, finally getting enough control over her arms to bear hug the brutal blonde. Jessica pushed back wanting to beat her enemy to death with the bloody golden taped fists. As the blonde pushed with her fists under Chelsea’s ruined breasts, the black girl finally retaliated with a head butt. And, it hit perfectly on a swollen knot of hot flesh.

Jessica was surprised as her swollen right eyebrow ruptured and poured hot blood into her right eye. She ground her taped fists across Chelsea’s bloody nipples and finally broke the bear hug. Chelsea had no give in her and despite the fact that she couldn’t have recovered her breathe or her senses the sight of blood was a tonic. Her left fist smashed into the bloody eyebrow coating both of them I a fine spray of hot blood. Jessica rocked backwards. Chelsea hooked wildly clobbering the blonde’s arms and shoulders.

Jessica was a fighter used to being hit in the face. Even with her right eye blinded by blood, she stood up under the onslaught and then drove straight punches through Chelsea’s wide hooks and peppered the black girl’s already bloody face marking her with new abrasions and swollen knots. The two women swung away at each other. Jessica’s straight punches cut up Chelsea’s damaged face leaving her bleeding from nose, mouth and places on both cheeks, but she didn’t close the black girl’s eyes or open up a cut above her eyes. At the end of the round Chelsea finally connected with a low blow to Jessica’s belly and the white girl almost folded over. Still other than the bloody eye brow I’d say the calculating blonde had taken round one.

Styptics stop the flow from Chelsea’s facial cuts but not her nose and mouth. The gaping split in Jessica’s eyebrow was liberally prodded and rubbed with sticking oil to staunch the flow, but the blood still trickled. On the other hand the swelling above Jessica’s right eye had decreased so until the blood filled her eye again she had better vision. Four more rounds to go. I just wanted them to finish it and live through the night.

Jessica came out with both fists raised trying to tempt Chelsea into going for her gut. The black girl was stubborn and determined, but she wasn’t stupid. She had almost been taken out the last time she fell for the blonde’s trick. Chelsea slowly stalked the blonde taking jabs and firing back. Jessica’s fist fighting training gave her an advantage in this more cautious fight. She reopened Chelsea’s wounds and added some more abrasions to the raw and running cheeks piling up swelling. Chelsea was not helpless. She worked on Jessica’s eyebrow undoing the repair work and turning the gaping wound into hamburger meat leaving a bloody coat on the right side of the blonde’s ruined face. The round ended with both women scoring to sore tits and bloody wounds.

Happy with her successful second round Chelsea proceeded just as cautiously in the third. She continued to pay a higher price, but nothing more than the determined bitch could endure. Her eyes were swelling again and of course she was bleeding badly from nose, mouth and the many cuts and abrasions, but she was pounding back getting low groans from blows to Jessica’s big hardened balloons and of course she continued to grind away at the widening wound on the blonde’s right eyebrow. It was a savage battle of attrition and I thought we were in for a slow-motion blood bath.

Then Jessica pushed forward hooking low pounding at Chelsea’s lower belly and cunt. The black girl hooked hard to Jessica’s open face sending sprays of sweat and blood in all directions and opening up cuts on both swollen cheeks, but the blonde bulled ahead even driving her now red matted hair into Chelsea’s upturned chin. The black girl stumbled back and onto the steps leading up. We had ruled that the steps were not knockdown territory. So with her ass on a step and her shoulders on a higher step she wasn’t technically down, but Jessica was on top of her head under her chin and fists pounding at the loins. It was near the end of the round and the blonde had only twenty seconds of cunt bashing before the refs pulled her off. But what a twenty seconds it was.

Chelsea had to be helped to stand and then she couldn’t stand up straight. She struggled to breathe while having the doctor massage her pussy and mound area trying to work the throbbing out of the area. The grinning bastard owed me a tip for this copped feel. Anyway, Chelsea didn’t complain and she eventually was able to stand for the fourth round.

Jessica finally taunted her enemy, “How’s that diseased cunt, you fucking whore. Whose eggs got cracked that time?”

“Fuck you cracker cunt. This ain’t over until you’re dead.”

Jessica’s first punch was to Chelsea’s swollen lips. When she was rewarded with another rupture and flow of blood the white girl snarled, “Shut your nigger mouth!”

Chelsea snarled back and drove her right fist hard into Jessica’s swollen left balloon crushing it as far as the swollen bag would crush. I thought the skin was so tight and bright red it might actually burst. Instead it just dribbled out of the cracked raw nipple and Jessica staggered back covering up. Chelsea cracked her on the right eyebrow again and then twisting her face back with left hooks to the nose and mouth. Bleeding badly the blonde stood her ground and fired straight punches through Chelsea’s hooks splitting open a cut on the bridge of the black girl’s nose and pumping up the swelling under both eyes and on one eye lid. When Chelsea went low to the belly the blonde groaned and grabbed hold delivering a brutal head butt to the black’s already busted cheek. The split widened and Chelsea reeled backwards. Holding her convulsing belly with her left hand the blonde drove her right fist around in a powerful waist twisting blow that slammed into the twisted swollen boob that had spread across the left side of Chelsea’s chest.

The wet sound of the fist was more like the sound of somebody dropping knee first onto a water bed. I swear the breast sloshed. No matter what the sound, Chelsea howled and grabbed herself falling on her back. Writhing on the ground pawing at her tit it took two refs to stand her up against the wall and pull her hands off her chest. The once perfect cone had become a misshapen elongated thing twisted to one side like a kid’s party balloon animal before the devastating blow. Now it literally pumped blood and limp out of a visibly cracked aureole. The smiling sneer on the ruptured swollen lips of the blonde fighter was all you needed to see to know how bad the tit looked.

Chelsea put her left arm across her tit and prepared to defend for the last thirty seconds. Jessica pressed against her not punching the tit but working on the lower belly pounding the mound and busting the cunt. Chelsea rocked against the wall and punched back with her right fist to the side of the blonde’s face rocking the bitch, but not stopping the brutal two fisted cunting. Chelsea tried to fall but by then the blonde was propped against her. Chelsea grunted and spit blood over the blonde’s shoulder as fist after fist sank into the black flesh just over the pubic bone or bounced like a hammer off the bone itself.

When Jessica stepped back she stood over Chelsea and said, “Just gave you a free hysterectomy bitch! No welfare babies coming from those eggs.”

Chelsea gasped and muttered something. I don’t know what she said but I suspect it wasn’t, “Can’t we all just get along?”

Chelsea stood eventually. She was bent over slightly and every step seemed to hurt. Still the stubborn bitch came out fighting with two fists, not guarding her ruined breast or her busted cunt. Jessica was surprised as blood soaked silver tape ground into her mouth and cheeks. She angrily fought back, seemingly outraged that the black bitch dared to stand up and slug it out. They piled on more damage on top of damage to each other’s face staggering around like drunks who had just cashed a lottery scratch-off ticket for a thousand dollars.

But eventually, Jessica regained her senses and shifted her blood soaked fists from the fright mask of a face down to the black girl’s horrifically damaged left breast. When the taped fist crushed the elongated tube it literally squirted upward between the two fighters into the face of one of my referees. He spun around in shock, slipped on the wet mat and fell down on his ass in the gore. His partner later asked if he should get ten or twenty lashes for being knocked down in a fight where he wasn’t in the fight or even hit with a fist.

The breast shot spun Chelsea around. Jessica drove hammer blows to both of the black girl’s kidneys causing her to stagger forward. Chelsea whipped around with an elbow, but she was falling forward and merely spun around and landed on her whipped ass, which was better than going down tits first in this extraordinary situation. Standing up Chelsea took two tries so the second time they stretched her out on the steps like a pig for slaughter.

Jessica only had ten seconds and she used them to pump at least seven punches into Chelsea’s cunt. Not the mound but the cunt itself. Chelsea writhed and kicked, but Jessica was between her legs and nobody thought there should be a penalty for kicking. The hard thud followed by a wet squish was as much of a penalty as Chelsea could take.

The bloody, ruined blonde stood over her victim and admired the bloody swollen cunt lips. She raised her hands and said to no one in particular, “I fucked that nigger up!”

Chelsea had to be helped to stand during her forty lashes. In truth there was little undamaged skin on her back or ass any way so it was just for the pain and scarring that Jessica slammed her strap across the writhing black girl’s back. The feral twisted grin on the gory blonde was chilling. She was no longer the smiling cheerleader.

The day’s battle was over and both girls were alive. The doctors went to work. I received cell phone reports that both had stabilized and were on fluids and drugs. They were resting and the internal injuries to their breasts and bellies did not look to be immediately lethal. We would get a final fight. I rang up my sales in my head. And of course Doctor D stood ready for a final bonus should his particular peculiarity come to pass.

One of my doctors did voluntary work at a military hospital and had copped a supply of some experimental drugs. These were designed to cancel the muscular exhaustion caused by the build up of by-products from overuse. Another oxygenated the blood. A mixed dose of synthetic adrenalin clearly marked “not for human experimentation” and a speed drug was designed to keep them alert and hopped up with anger. We saved for the morning the final “hot dose” of a super charger that was to be used only on nerve gas victims. It had a useful side effect of supercharging the body for a period of time. Of course when the crash came it came hard. But until then they doctor claimed you could run a ten k race on broken ankles and win.

A night of treatment, fluids and drugs had brought the two hate-obsessed bitches back. Their cold, explosive hatred was fueled by marked intelligence and indomitable spirit. All their previous experiences and the hard won knowledge of how to hurt each other was enough to turn their hatred into a psychotic compulsion to punish each other. The drugs pumped up their energy level and amplified their insanity. These were razors ready to cut, killer bitches from a hell that in many ways I had manufactured over the years. These two once beautiful specimens had already ruined each other and now they were ready to fight until one of them could stand over the other and know she had destroyed her enemy. I worried that I didn’t feel guilty enough, but as the Almighty might say after some horrible natural catastrophe, “Fuck‘em if they can’t take a joke.”

They looked like old school battleships on the second day of battle, holed and listing with pumps flowing, with debris floating in the water and the decks stained red. Guns were loaded and they would go onto until one or both were sunk. Damn, I guess I shouldn’t have watched “Sink the Bismarck” on television the night before while editing in the highlight reel of the first day’s battle.

Jessica’s eyebrow still gapped but it no longer bled. Her face was bloated, misshapen, red, black, blue and orange. Very little of her deep tanned skin retained its natural color. Her short blonde hair was again clean. At the end of the previous day it had been soaked red and matted in clumps of dried sweat and caked blood. Her large 38DDs, once perfectly formed globes tipped by beautiful thick eraser size pink nipples, were more than a few inches and cup sizes larger. They were swollen tight with hot lymph. At the end of yesterday they were bright red with purple blotches today they were mainly black, blue, orange with only a little bit of red skin still turning. I don’t think there was any tanned or un-tanned skin unmarked. Her belly was black and blue with some orange and red. There were some bits of normal skin color from her tits to her cunt, but it was a minority party. Even her slit which had been pink and pale white was now fiery red or black and blue. Her thighs and calves were bruised. And of course her back was raw with crisscross patterns of welts swollen up and multicolored. The beautiful blonde cheerleader was no more and this fighting machine had taken her place.

Chelsea showed less of the damage, however her eyes were tiny slits and her face was a bloated farce. Overnight Jessica’s brutal fisting had simmered and her battered facial tissues had puffed up and seeped from a dozen splits. Even without multicolored skin she looked as bad as the hated blonde. Her once fine 38B conical pointed tits were neither globes nor cones. The right tit was an oblong bag of swollen tissues dripping pink lymph from different parts of her raw nipple and grazed aureole. The left one no longer looked like it belonged on a woman. It looked like a growth that needed to be removed. I had no idea how badly it was damaged by Jessica with her punching, but overnight the internal damages had cooked and the tit was a lumpy, drooping bag of fluid that dangled from the stretched connecting tissues and pooled in a lump behind her weeping cracked nipple. If she survived she would need some work on that thing to make it look like a tit. The rest of her damages were hidden until you got to her lower V. The firm smooth belly was no longer firm. It had great bumps and dimples. I have never seen the same before. And her tight black pussy lips were almost as swollen and twisted as her ruptured lips on her face. She had trouble walking with closed legs. And having taking more lashes than the blonde her back and ass looked like they belonged in a burn ward, not on a walking talking bitch fighter.

In order to prolong this final battle as long as possible, I started with three five minute rounds with ten minute breaks between rounds. After the third round the fourth would be ten minutes long. If there was a fifth it would last until the fight was clearly. They would take the whipping straps into the fight and nothing else. There would be absolutely no rules any thing goes. And since there were no submissions allowed we fully expected torture, choking, clawing and biting in addition to “civilized” fighting techniques. I hoped for at least two rounds, but just getting to the second day technically satisfied my backers.

We expected separating them for the round break would be a problem. With the girls hopped up drugs and hot blooded crazy, we doubted the threat of a twenty lash penalty would mean anything. We warned the girls that we would tap them once. If they didn’t comply the offender would get an electric stun to the neck or whatever appendage or organ was exposed. If an offender couldn’t be determined then both would get shocked. The ten minute break would be extended to fifteen to allow a full recovery.

Both girls elected to let the straps dangle from their right hands. Jessica had it doubled over shortening the effective length but perhaps increasing her ability to target. Chelsea let her strap brush the floor. Their eyes were locked and at the signal to start their pent up fury was unleashed. Chelsea screamed and lashed her strap toward Jessica’s face. The blonde’s left arm came up and the strap wrapped around her arm with a snap. She jerked on the strap and dragged Chelsea forward into a downward doubled over strike. The heavy double strap cracked the black girl’s right cheek and then flicked back. Chelsea squealed and grabbed her face. The belt had hit a swollen knot so maybe that was the cause of the pain because no blood was drawn. Jessica’s left foot snapped out and dug into the black girl’s lower belly driving Chelsea back three steps.

The blonde rushed forward leading with her belt. The hard leather smacked across Chelsea’s deformed left tit eliciting another squeal from the black girl. Jessica’s left foot shot out for another belly kick but Chelsea was ready. She twisted and grabbed the foot, jerking and twisting further around. Jessica hopped on one foot for a second before being dragged off balance. She went down hard on her right ass cheek with her left ankle being twisted on the outside of Chelsea’s right hip.

Jessica jerked and rolled. Chelsea wanted to stomp her black foot down into the shaved pussy flashing below. The black girl got her wish driving the sole of her foot into Jessica’s swollen cunt. Jessica grunted and surprised the black girl with a counter kick. The blonde’s right foot drove heel first up into the upper slit of the black girl, smashing cunt and clit between heel and pubic bone. Chelsea went up on her toes and dropped Jessica’s left foot. The black girl staggered backwards while the white girl held her self for a few moments and then scrambled to her feet happy to have escaped with only a throbbing cunt.

Chelsea saw the white girl rising and rushed her swinging the long lash over her head. Jessica bent over and twisted to take the lash across her bloody back. She moaned and the whole raw crisscross system of welts opened up on her back. Chelsea wasn’t done. Before Jessica could straighten the black girl’s left fist smashed into her right tit and then grabbed hold. Jessica moaned as her right swollen balloon was penetrated by Chelsea’s nails and probing fingers. The black girl couldn’t get in deep because of the tight swollen flesh, but she penetrated deep enough to get a grip and twist the organ causing Jessica to cry out.

Chelsea was smiling broadly as the white girl screamed in agony, but the smile was immediately erased. Jessica was bent over in tit agony, which put her hands out of sight. Dropping her lash, the screaming blonde plunged her right hand into Chelsea’s tight lipped cunt. The left fist sank deep into the injured belly.

Now the black girl tried to dance on her toes as well as fold over. She ended up on her ass with Jessica between her legs. The white girl was savagely mauling the inside of Chelsea’s cunt. All I could see on any of my cameras between Chelsea’s pumping black legs and Jessica’s white ass, tits and belly was a glimpse of Jessica’s knuckles rolling back and forth as her fingers probed deep into the dark black cunt. Chelsea screamed and forced herself to sit up. Jessica’s left fist met her mouth and the black girl went down bleeding from re-ruptured lips. Jessica spread Chelsea’s legs with her knees grinding into the bruised meat of the black girl’s thighs and now I got a perfect view from a sidewall downward angle camera of the blonde’s white hand knuckle deep in a spread wide black cunt.

Chelsea was in trouble, but the black girl was not a giver. She again sat up despite the agony. Jessica’s fist was primed, but she never got a chance. The lash cracked and wrapped around her face. Jessica grabbed at the lash and tried to unwrap it with one hand. As she struggled Chelsea sat up fully and drove her other fist into the dark black bruise on Jessica’s lower belly. The white girl grunted and folded over, still blinded by lash wrap around her eyes. She struggled to pull her bloody hand from Chelsea’s cunt. She succeeded too late to avoid another fist to her weakened belly. This time she vomited on Chelsea’s tits and fell onto the black girl driving her back to the mat.

Chelsea grunted trying to get the white bitch off her. She gave up and concentrating on freeing her thighs which were still being kneed to hell by the brutal blonde. Just as she succeeded she stiffened and screamed. Chelsea grabbed for the blonde’s sweaty too short hair. She dragged back, grip slipping. For a brief moment I had a glimpse of the twisted ruined elongated left breast being savagely bitten just behind its swollen head. Blinded as she was by the strap, the blonde had used her lips to find Chelsea’s tortured left breast. Now whatever agony was left to be wrung out of the organ was surely being exacted.

Unable to drag the blonde off by the hair Chelsea grabbed the strap and pulled up with two hands. This time the blonde’s head came back and she pulled the tit along with her teeth increasing Chelsea’s agony. Chelsea held the head up with one hand and tried to go for the eyes with her right, but her own strap was protecting the blonde’s eyes. Screaming Chelsea tried to claw Jessica’s face away, even pulling back her lips and clawing into the gums of her teeth, but the white bitch had bloody tit flesh in her mouth and didn’t seem to care if her gums were clawed raw. Chelsea ripped blindly fingers in Jessica’s nose. Jessica moaned and continued to bite.

The tit might have been bitten off, if such a thing was possible. The round came to an end. The refs tapped both girls and neither stopped fighting. Frankly, I don’t think they even knew anyone else was in the room. The refs shrugged their shoulders and administered the electric stun to the back of Jessica’s neck and the side of Chelsea’s head. Both girls jerked. Jessica’s right nostril was split open by Chelsea’s finger as the black girl went into spasms. And, more importantly, Jessica’s teeth closed biting a mouthful out of the side of the thing attached to Chelsea’s chest.

Both bitches recovered from the stun after five minutes. They tried to get to each other and it took strong hands and the promise of another shock to bring them to their senses. Then they both slumped and let the doctors do what they could in during the rest of the break. Jessica’s right nostril was literally ripped open at the junction of nose and face. Blood flow was impressive even for this fight. The styptics slowed it to a dribble, but for how long. Chelsea’s gaping breast wound was another matter. A plug of her flesh had dropped out of Jessica’s mouth. Now blood, lymph and raw hamburger pushed its way out of the hole. The doctor gave me a sign that there was virtually no way short of stitches or cauterization to stop it and we had decided against that until the end of the fight.

I studied Chelsea’s face and still saw no surrender no retreat fixed firmly in her eyes as they glared between swollen slits a the woman who had brought her to this place. Jessica had clearly won the round although the welt across her face had reopened her eyebrow, cheeks and cut the bridge of her nose. Her weakened belly was still a problem and obviously an advantage for the black girl who just loved putting her fist into Jessica’s guts. If Chelsea didn’t pass out she might still win this war.

The second round began again with lashing. This time Chelsea’s long strap technique worked better and she caught the blonde six times before the blonde charged in and struck once. Chelsea grabbed the blonde’s tit and tried to tear it off while dropping her strap and punching the right side of the blonde’s face. Jessica had a hand punching into the black girl’s lower belly and the other clawing into the open bite wound on what remained of Chelsea’s left breast. Jessica was staggered first as her right eye brow simply opened to the bone. But Chelsea was the one to break a way. She held the ruin of her breast trying to keep the meat from poking out of the wet hole.

Jessica’s left eye peaked out between the swollen slit of her eye and she grabbed both lashes. Chelsea backed away taking three long strap lashings. Jessica was pretty good with both hands. Having taken enough, the black girl charged through the next swings and slammed into Jessica taking the white girl down hard. Chelsea scrambled clawing and punching until she got her mouth on Jessica’s right nipple. The blonde howled as her nipple was bitten, but Chelsea’s eyes weren’t protected. As the black girl tried to rip the rubbery nipple from its seat, Jessica’s fingers dug into the sides of the black girl’s face and her thumbs pushed between her swollen globe and the Chelsea’s face into the black girl’s puffy eye slits.

No matter what anybody tells you, you get a thumb in the eye and everything else becomes unimportant. Chelsea released her bite and jerked back. Jessica held on, her arms at full length trying to gouge out the black girl’s eyes. Chelsea jerked and punched ripping open the sides of her swollen face to jerk free. Then as she rolled backwards rubbing her eyes she kicked out wildly smashing Jessica’s hot swollen left boob back and knocking the white girl flat on her back long enough to scramble away.

Jessica got up slowly. Her nipple was still attached but it was surrounded by a deep bite that was bleeding almost as badly as the hole in Chelsea’s tit. Chelsea was leaning against the wall rubbing her eyes, blinking and rubbing again. Both eye sockets were swollen slits already and the probing thumbs had torn open something. Jessica wasn’t blinded, but her swollen eye sockets were bloody. Either her eye lid or the swollen flesh around it had been gouged open. She could barely see and was rubbing blood out of the slits continually.

Jessica picked up a single lash, doubled it over and came for the black girl. Chelsea tried to retreat, but was cornered and after taking three lashes to the face she charged into the blonde bitch swinging. They howled and punched away staggering each other, but the blonde kept Chelsea trapped. Elbows, fists and knees battered the black bitch deeper into the corner. Desperately Chelsea grabbed hold and the wrestled against the wall. Claws shredded already bloody backs. Fists hammered bruised flesh. Elbows slammed into tits and arms. Knees went up into thighs and crotches. It was a hard stand-up battle of attrition that the blonde won. Her last two punches to Chelsea’s face busted open both swollen eyebrows. The black girl’s vision problem became debilitating. Jessica stood back and punched and kicked without danger of a targeted reply. Chelsea remained standing. Frustrated the blonde stepped back and applied the long strap to whip the hide of the black girl’s shoulders and neck as she huddled over protecting her vitals. Jessica cursed and continued to whip.

The round ended saving Chelsea. The doctors worked on the girls, washing out their eyes and trying to stop the bleeding. They were having less and less success because the skin had been abused so methodically. Still both could see even if their vision was strictly limited.

The third round started as before, but Chelsea’s strikes with her lash were off target. Jessica moved in and Chelsea showed she could induce a tactical error. Rather than flinch when the shortened double strap reopened her facial wounds, the black girl spun around to the side and almost got her strap wrapped around Jessica’s long neck. As it was Chelsea got Jessica’s right wrist trapped against her neck. Taking an elbow and two mule kicks the black girl swung the blonde in a circle by the neck and sent her flying into the steps. Jessica went down tits first, crushing her swollen orbs into the edge of one of the steps. She moaned and rolled over just as Chelsea landed on top of her.

Jessica took a knee to the cunt, but stopped Chelsea’s mouth inches from her bloody tit. The white girl’s hands were around the she wolf’s throat, holding back the snapping jaws an inch from the bloody raw nipple. Chelsea’s hands were free to claw, rip, gouge and twist the fat swollen black and blue tits she had targeted. Jessica’s tits took a terrible mauling, bleeding from reopened abrasions, cuts and new deep scratches. Unable to bite off the once proud pink nipples, Chelsea settled for trying to twist them off. The rubbery tissue held, but did nothing to stop the agonized screams of the blonde who could do nothing to protect her tits for fear of having a nipple bit off. Only the growing threat of Jessica’s thumbs digging into her neck stopped the black girl from breaking the big tit bitch on the bloody steps.

Chelsea finally had to grab the fingers choking her. Jessica held on. Chelsea desperately clawed her own neck to capture and index finger. She bent it backwards until something snapped. Just as it snapped, Jessica got a foot up and under the black girl’s left armpit. Chelsea suddenly flew backwards falling off Jessica and down the steps to land hard on her shoulders her ass on the second step up.

Jessica sat up drunkenly, her rapidly swelling tits looking ready to split their already gashed and weakened skin. The blonde lunged forward despite her pain and brought an elbow down into the upward pointing slit of her rival. It was the most vicious premeditated cunt attack I had ever seen in person to that date. Impaled on the white elbow, Chelsea howled and kicked her feet uselessly in the air. She tried to scramble backwards, but the blonde was across her thighs now. Jessica trapped her enemy’s legs high and then went low working Chelsea’s already bloody sex with fists, claws and near the end made an attempt to bite her. I noted however that the injured fist was not used and the strangely oriented index finger did no clawing.

The round ended with both girls so hurt I saw no way they could make round four as good as I intended. The doctors threw up their hands. There was nothing left to do. Jessica’s tits had grown so tender she could barely lift her arms without moaning. And of course Chelsea had nothing but bags of pain on her chest. This was coming to a close one way or another.

The girls staggered toward each other. Their weak lashings barely made a sound on contact. They fell together moaning and went to work. I noted that Jessica was barely using her fist with the busted finger. In the slow motion body battle the two handed advantage took its toil. This round would last ten minutes and a small advantage could become overwhelming in time. Jessica forgot and hit with her fist. She howled and spun away holding her hand.

Chelsea staggered after her and hammered the white girl across the lower back driving her to her knees. It looked like a repeat of their third fight: Chelsea coming back from sure defeat to win because of a single event. The black girl drove a knee into the middle of Jessica’s back and knocked her on her tits. Next a black foot stomped on her bloody scarred back. Jessica writhed in pain, let go of her ruined finger and rolled to her side. Another black foot thudded heel first into her ribs. The terrible thud and agonized moan could mean a broken rib. Chelsea was going to win this thing. Her dogged determination was going to pull her through again.

As the black foot came up again, suddenly Jessica’s legs scissor-kicked Chelsea’s other ankle. The black girl howled and went down hard, her knee folding under her. Jessica rolled over, grabbed her bent broken finger and actually jammed it into her fist. She howled as she did it, but then she focused on Chelsea. The black girl’s ankle was hurt! She was pushing up on her other leg. Jessica slammed her fist into the mat, grimacing with the pain from her finger and scooted on her ass across the sweaty, blood slicked mat to drive her feet into the back of Chelsea’s good knee.

Chelsea fell in a heap. I checked my watch. There were four minutes to go. Jessica half-stood and then lunged forward dropping across Chelsea’s body crushing her down, her heels under her ass. With her side crushing the pain bags on Chelsea’s chest, Jessica had a clear target. Using her hurt arm as a prop, she went to work pounding Chelsea’s stretched out belly mercilessly. Chelsea ripped open the wounds on Jessica’s back and even clawed into the sides of her swollen tits from behind, but the black girl could not get to her belly. Jessica’s hammer blows to the heaving lower belly went deeper and deeper. Chelsea gasped and her arms jerked, going limp for a fraction of a second with each shocking blow.

Then without a reason I could see, Jessica rolled off the beaten black girl. Was this mercy? Chelsea grabbed her suddenly freed belly moaning. Seconds later the bloody sole of Jessica’s right foot stomped on the black girl’s hands driving them into her own gut. Three stomps and Chelsea’s hands flopped to the side. Then I understood. Jessica was not interested in the belly. She wanted to break Chelsea’s hands. With Chelsea helpless, the white girl purposely stomped her heel down on Chelsea’s half formed left fist. She stomped on the fist twelve times. Chelsea stopped moving after the fifth stomp. Then, methodically the blonde dragged the black to the steps by the other arm, stretched the arm across the steps and then knee dropped across the back of the elbow. This time the resulting crack was brutally defining.

Then Jessica just sat down on the steps and waited for the fourth round to end. Was it over? The doctors thought it was and went to help Chelsea, but then Jessica demanded, “What the fuck. This fight goes on until the winner is finished. Wake that cunt up. I’m not finished with her.”

Oh shit, a fifth round! Chelsea woke up screaming. Her right arm was broken. Her left fist was crushed. Jessica looked on with what might have been a smile on what was left of her face.

The potentially endless fifth round began with Jessica taunting, “Beg for your life, nigger. Tell me how you are shit on my heel. Tell me you were fucking lucky to win our last fight.”

Chelsea staggered around and spit back, “Fuck you bitch.”

The doubled over strap hit her across the face.

“What was that you said, slave?”

Chelsea lowered her head and charged. Jessica looked stunned. She side stepped. Chelsea’s grab with her left hand was a mistake. She got Jessica’s hip and then her broken fingers betrayed her. The black girl fell to her knees crying and holding her ruined hand to her ruined breast. Jessica stomped her in the middle of the back driving the black girl face down.

Now Jessica looped the strap around Chelsea’s neck and twisted it tight choking the black girl mercilessly while bouncing on her back. As Chelsea’s spasms grew fewer, Jessica released the belt and let the girl breath some more. Then she tightened it again. The torture continued until Chelsea had voided and passed out. Jessica rolled the unconscious girl on her back, dropped down on her belly and methodically bit off both nipples tossing them to the referees to save for her trophies. Jessica seemed disappointed Chelsea had failed to wake up. Jessica rose up and knee dropped six times into Chelsea’s lower belly. The black girl sat up once, but after that she just flopped.

“I fucking de-sexed you bitch. Who’s the top bitch now?”

The doctors and the referees were looking at me as if I should know what to do. I was way into bonus territory now and if Doctor D got his final treasure I could forget about all my hustles and concentrate on bitch fighting. Still, even in the biggest bastard there is time to say when enough is enough.

I was about to stop it when Jessica dropped her mouth to Chelsea’s bloody crotch. She wasn’t going down. The refs grabbed for her shoulders but it was too late. When they pulled her off she had something in her mouth and if it wasn’t the clit, half the flesh on the mound and the upper fourth of Chelsea’s cunt lips I don’t know what it was.

Jessica stood up and spit the mess into her hand and tossed it to her chosen holder of trophies. The blonde bitch then stood over her victim and purposefully pissed on what was left of a hell of a fighter. Then she painfully raised her hands and yelled triumphantly, a roar of insane female ferocity that frankly chilled what was left of my soul.

The doctors actually tried to save Chelsea, but to no avail. Doctor D was going to get a bonus. I could have called him Doctor Death, but I thought of him as Doctor Disposal. When you had a body you didn’t need found, you gave it to him. I never asked what he did with them and I don’t want to know. He pays very well.

After a month, Jessica almost looked like herself after surviving a car crash. And despite her wanting to fuck I could not get it up with her. There’s crazy and then there is raving fucking insanity. Something was disconnected in that girl’s head and she scared the shit out of me. I can’t think of her vagina without imagining it has teeth. Sorry girl, not me.

Well my friend the sheriff and my helpers did a thorough scrub down of the room and then went over it with a CSI kit stolen from the state lab. No trace evidence. School started and I was back in the mundane world of studying and making money on the side with my Fight Nights.

Oh as a final footnote. I made a fortune selling the twenty-five on twenty-five street fight between the Tri Alphas and the XTX girls. It lasted forty minutes before twenty five beaten and stripped XTX girls were humiliated and fucked by the Tri Alphas. The XTX had contacted everyone looking for Chelsea. There was a minor flurry in the paper, but college girls disappear all the time. It’s a sick world with a lot of bad people in it. Or at least that’s how the sheriff explained it on television. No car, no messages, no one had seen anything. She had just disappeared. There was some suspicion when they couldn’t find her computer. But the sheriff personally reviewed her on-line records and found nothing suspicious. Just another girl lost in America, or should I say the World since I have expansion plans since it’s a global market these days.