One was a black and the other a mix. A mule she’d be from here, while the black had been flown down from the states and reaching out she let her fingers play softly across the cold shiny surface of the stainless steel links of the cage as it bumped and swayed from the movement of the two powerful women struggling inside of it.

Both were covered with a greasy slime of sweat and blood with the lighter skinned females forearm against the black female’s throat pressing her against the far side of the cage. Her other arm was driving her fist into her lower belly and side with each blow eliciting a grunt and a spray spit from the darker female. She’d been curious about it at first, why she didn’t appear to be able to avoid the mule’s fist but as her companion had pointed out it was because she couldn’t see it. In fact neither of them could their eyes being covered with a brief, leather mask held in place by a harness of straps connected at the back of their heads the effect of which was to blind them to each other. Cruel but effective both in concept and execution it forced them to seek physical contact with the other and once established retain it regardless of the consequences. It effectively ensured a savagely primitive fight at close quarters which was what was intended and the evidence of it was already smeared across their big powerful sweat slick bodies. Not the kind of fight she’d want shuddering at the thought but nevertheless she found it exciting and suddenly conscious of her companion motioning to her to follow her they made their way deeper into the select group of guests massed against the rail that surrounded the cage.

The black seemed a bit more desperate now though and suddenly grasping the arm against her throat drove the heel of her left foot into the mules crotch and kicking her back rolled away along the side of the cage. Her success at breaking the contact was greeted with a growl of approval from the guests and as they bagan shifting around for a better position it caused Rena to give them a closer appraisal. A few she knew some of the rest were vaguely familiar but it still seemed to be a smaller and more select group than was usual. Of course there wasn’t anything usual about two physically powerful and professionally trained women fighting to the death, except perhaps for a group such as this. Perhaps in an earlier time it might have been the private games of Rome or in more modern times a hard fought tennis match but now for those that comprised groups such as this the emphasis had shifted to individual combat an extreme form of which was was occurring in the cage just a few feet away. Not that actually fighting to the death was all that common even for this unique subculture of the lesbian community, even for those that could afford to support it. And it wasn’t the first time she’d attended something similar to this. Of course at first she’d experienced a certain ambivalence about it but that had now changed to not only acceptance but a growing enthusiasm for harsh reality of it and now for most it had become it’s logical extension. What was unusual was that this one was taking place in a stainless steel cage swinging freely in the center of a specially designed fighting room. Surrounded by a rail which served to restrict it’s lateral movements it was about twenty feet square by ten feet high and suspended from the ceiling by a spring like device that permitted it to bob and bounce with the movement of the two that were fighting. A unique concept she thought but then conscious of her companion’s arm encircling her waist and knowing without looking the question her face would be asking she murmured.
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“Yes it is different and yes I do find it exciting and maybe even more so than you thought I would” she responded softly and turning briefly to face her companion adding with a nervous laugh, her heart suddenly in her throat. “And presumably you are imagining what incentives might entice me into a similar situation” Not waiting for the answer she turned back to the cage and crowded even closer to the rail as the two females resumed their search for each other on it’s swaying floor.

Both were sweating profusely and as it mixed with the blood from their numerous cuts it added a pinkish sheen to their bodies and as the black wiped at her face with the back of her hand and shook her head it sent a spatter of it over the guests massed along the rail. Not that it bothered them,, the found it exciting but they were getting restless, impatient with the blind groping and were starting to call out advice and direction which they hoped would direct them to a physical confrontation. Still at arms length and unsure of the others position they paused then sensing the other to be close began cautiously fanning their arms out in front of them as they began a careful searching approach for the other.

Almost simultaneously they sensed the other and from about four feet apart suddenly thrust themselves forward meeting with a grunt and a slap of sweaty flesh in the center of the cage. Quickly wrapping their arms around each other in a desperate hug they began pushing and shoving as they struggled for advantage. It continued for a long moment but then the black, being a little bigger, managed to slip her arms lower around the mule’s body and locking them at the small of her back began applying the pressure she hoped would either break it or perhaps crack some of her ribs. Releasing her own grip on the blacks body the mule tried to push her away but it didn’t work and the black, wrenching her even tighter against her and thrusting her right leg between the mule’s dropped to her left knee and throwing her to the floor forced her head down into the hollow of her neck and drove her right knee up between her legs.

It brought a mutter from the spectators and then as she rolled slightly to her side and began driving the hard bone of her knee repeatedly into her increasingly bloody crotch exclamations of approval. Frantically the mule tried to push her off but the black was having none of it and with an almost animal like snarl she tightened her grip around her back and lowering her face sank sinking her teeth into the mule’s sweaty shoulder and began chewing her way to what she apparently hoped would be an important blood vessel. Now the mules cries of frustration and pain turned to screams of fear that mixed with those of the spectators as they either encouraged the black or cried out for the mule to push her away and finally in desperation she did. Grasping the black’s head with both hands she was able to force it away from her neck and arching her back she kicked her to the floor beside her.

They both lay there for a moment then as the black rolled to her hands and knees the mule clasped her hand to her bleeding shoulder the mule and struggled to her feet.. It caused another exclamation of approval from the spectators and then as the black regained her feet and the cage began to shake the mule moved away along the side, her hand still attempting to staunch the flow of blood seeping through her fingers and covering her breast. This time the spectators were more vociferous, calling out suggestions and encouragement and now Rena found herself echoing them. It had been an act of pure savagery of the type expected in an arrangement such as this and as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her arm and smiled blindly at her supporters the carnal expression of satisfaction on her face indicated that she’d enjoyed it.

Reaching out and silently caressing the cold steel of the links as she watched her turn to seek out the mule Rena recognized them for what they were, two cats, one now in search of the other and again she took notice of their physical size. At about six feet and just shy of two hundred pounds they were well matched and while the black was a little bigger on closer examination a bit of it was fat while the mule had the hard sculpted lines of a dedicated body builder. Almost unconsciously she found herself comparing herself to them. She was roughly the physical equal of either of them and not without experience herself although she’d never gone so far as to participate in a death fight herself. Of course that couldn’t be considered a conclusion until it actually happened but with this unique assemblage of guests paying for a fight to the finish anything less would be unacceptable and deciding that she was probably of the same mind suddenly grasped the links more firmly and enthusiastically added her rattle of encouragement to that of the others as they guided them back together.

The mule was standing now, facing away from the side of the cage as she listened to the crowd urging the black to find her. The bleeding had slowed but she’d still be slippery from it and as the two of them maneuvered closer Rene decided that the black probably wouldn’t be getting the easy kill that the rest of the spectators were seemingly coming to anticipate.

They were becoming much more involved in it now though. Any early feelings of ambivalence seemed to have dissipated and now they were voicing enthusiastic comments and suggestions as they encouraged them back together. Rena noted that both of them were also paying close attention although the mule, being closer to the side of the cage, seemed to have a slight advantage as her supporters suggestions were more audible than those of the black and suddenly acting on them she dropped into a crouch and lunged directly into where she imagined the other fighter to be.

She was a bit off balance but it worked. The black, having the same thing in mind, had sprung forward at the same time but in a more upright position and as her arm passed over the mule’s head the mules fist buried itself into her belly. It doubled her over and quickly fishing about with her left hand the mule grasped her hair and yanking her head up drove her right fist into her face. It caused the black to stumble and as she reached up to pry hands from her hair she lost her balance. Falling backwards she caught herself using her left hand on the floor to support her as she tried to fend of the mule with her right but the mules clawing fingers were still securely entangled in her hair and quickly straddled her she dropped to her knees and forcing her down on her back drove a series of short, savage, chopping fists to her face.

Rena watched in fascination as she adjusted her position over her body. So far the black had held the advantage but now it seemed to have shifted to the mule and if she take effective of her present situation she might be able to finish her now. Suddenly conscious of her companion’s arm tightening around her waist Rena slipped hers across her shoulders and pulling her closer they watched with mounting excitement as the mule lifted the blacks head by the hair and began slamming it back to the floor.

Again the mule adjusted hiking forward to place her weight directly on her breasts but before she was able to plant her knees on her arms the black, arching her back, managed to get her hand on her face began trying to buck her off. She almost succeeded but as the mule was driven forward by one of her knees she managed to drive one last fist into the blacks face before sprawling on the floor above her head. This time she’d hit the black fully on the mouth splitting her thick full lips against her teeth and releasing a fresh gout of blood that quickly covered her face and then spread down over her breasts and shoulders. But the mule was no longer on her and rolling onto her belly she launched herself forward covering the mules body with her own and then slipping her right arm under the mules left shoulder leveraged her onto her right side and buried her face into the hollow of her neck.

For the spectators her intent was obvious and as the blacks teeth chewed deeper into her neck the mule now screaming in terror tried desperately to throw her off but she was only partially successful. Wrapping her right arm around the blacks neck she rolled her onto her back and then forcing her right hand into her face pushed her mouth away from her neck. Now it was her turn and grasping the blacks face with both hands she pushed her chin up exposing her neck and as the spectators began urging her to go for the kill lowered her own mouth to the feast. The blood smearing from the blacks neck was causing the mule to lose her grip on her body though and while the black wasn’t able to totally dislodge her she did manage to get her right arm between the teeth and her throat and slowly force her head away. The mule had managed to get her hand back into the blacks hair though and as she started slipping off to the side of the blacks body she lowered her right hand and buried her sharpened fingernails into the firm meatiness of her ass. The spectators were silent as they watched, the only motion being that of the cage jostling from side to side as they rolled about on the floor but then as she worked her sharpened fingernails even further into the blacks ass and she began to scream they began urging her to remount her. They were both too slippery from the mixture of blood and sweat covering their bodies for the mule to hold her though and with a final tortured scream the black pushed her away and scrambled to her feet.

As the spectators roared their approval she backed away and gasping for breath pushed herself along the side of the cage until she could regain her senses. The blood was still streaming from her neck and her ruined mouth covering her breasts and belly and it was also obvious that the crowd was no longer hers. Instead they were offering advice to the mule and slowly wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her arm she began to follow it casting back and forth across the cage as she tried to find her prey.

Rena felt a shortness of breath as she watched the distance close between them. Were she either of them she knew what she’d be feeling watching the mule flexing her fingers she also thought she knew what she wanted to do. Knowing the seriousness of the blacks injuries and sensing her state of mind she’d try to finish it before a mistake or a lucky break took her advantage away and the spectators impatient now for them to get together again seemed to agree. Jostling each other along the rail for a better position they began offering suggestions on how she could narrow the distance between them even more quickly and what she should do when she finally found her.

Leaning against the side of the cage, her head down, the black was also listening to them. Their advice was also working for her and sensing the mules approach she started moving along the side of the cage in search of the relative protection of a corner. She could make it more dangerous for her there but sensing her intent and moving to prevent her from reaching it the mule used the increasingly excited advice of the spectators suddenly lunged forward and risking a broken hand or worse drove her right fist directly into where she thought the black was. Again she won the gamble and as her right fist buried itself in the black’s left breast. Immediately the spectators began screaming their approval and quickly straightening she moved back staring blindly at the black for a moment while she considered what to do next while the spectators, silent now, watched intently. As she listened to the mule positioning herself in front of her the black had pressed back against the side of the cage and now the mule having decided leaned forward and grasping a bar of the cage with her left hand lunged in against her.

Furiously they wrestled against the side the mule fishing desperately for the blacks left arm with her right hand while the black began driving her knee repeatedly up between her legs. Their backs, arms and thighs tensed with swelling muscle as they struggled but the mule was able to keep her pressed to the side with her shoulders and now knotting her left hand in the black’s hair she began slamming her head back against the side of the cage as she drove her right fist repeatedly into her left breast. It elicited an anguished croak of pain from the black and then as her lust to kill increased she released her hold on her hair and keeping her body trapped against the side began driving both of her fists into the blacks lower body with a furious intensity. Finally pausing and imbedding her hand in her hair again the mule forced her head back against the side.. She was hers now and as she turned to stare blindly at the spectators and they began voicing their desire for her to go for the kill Rena found herself joining them. Watching as she re-positioned herself in front of the black and flexing her fists began driving them at will into her now helpless body she felt a sense of excitement well up within her as she imagined what she must be feeling. Each time her fist buried itself in her body a jolt of pleasure would course through her, stoking her lust for what she was about to do and as she watched her muscles swell and bunch together it appeared as if she would simply punch her to death although a part of her felt that it shouldn’t happen that way. No she thought, it should be slower and more formal.
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The crowd also seemed to think so and with their voices voting to finish it she prepared to do it. Gasping for breath and locking her fingers more deeply into the black’s hair she pulled her away from the side and dragged her to the center of the cage. Throwing her to the floor and straddling her with her legs, her heaving breasts swollen with excitement she raised her arms and silently asked for their decision. There was silence for a moment but then as the spectators began urging her to do it she nodded and then stepping to the blacks left side fell to her left knee and grasping the blacks hair with her right hand and yanking her head up pulled her back across her right thigh. Smiling she wrapped her upper right arm across the front of her neck and snugging it tight raised her left hand and with the thumb pointed up. The response wasn’t enough and then as she pointed it down it the response began as a groan, then a few soft audible thoughts of yes and finally enthusiastic cries “yes, do it.” Nodding she looped her left arm down between the blacks legs and wrapping it back under her left hip jerked her body up against her own then tightening her arm around her leg and forcing the blacks head back further beneath her shoulder she heaved her up and held her back across her belly. She was starting to struggle now, weakly at first but then as she began to realize what was about to happen more vigorously and the spectators, silent and motionless as they’d watched now began shifting around in anticipation.

Pausing to take another deep breath she tightened her arms and then with a supreme effort staggered to her feet. Unsteadily she held her there as she adjusted to the weight and her regained her strength. Rena felt a hot rush of excitement flood over her as she savored the sight. She was magnificent, thick black nipples stiff with anticipation, shoulder muscles straining under the weight, the muscles of her back, arms and thighs defined in bold relief and now she was about to administer the coup de gra with the only weapon she had, her own powerful body.

The mood of the spectators was totally supportive now. Those that might have been ambivalent or had supported the black now began encouraging her to finish it and taking another deep breath she made her final adjustment and as in a single voice they cried “yes, do it. do it now,” she dropped to her right knee and slamming the black down across her thigh with her left arm broke her back while she simultaneously yanked her right arm back to break her neck.

Rena felt exhausted by the experience It had been a brutal, savage fight to the death but they’d both understood and accepted the ultimate risk and as she let the still twitching body of the black slump to the floor and raised her arms in victory she joined the rest in screaming her approval