by Teez
Rhonda Steps Into The Fighting Pit
Third in a series after A warriors Awakening and The Agreement
It wouldn't be long now she thought as she let her hands run nervously across her thighs. A few more minutes and they'd be there and reaching across the seat she gave Jack's arm a gentle squeeze as she reflected on the events of the recent past.
Except for meeting him none of this would have happited. Not the dinner date nor her introduction to the unique after dinner entertainment and certainly not the acquaintance of Stacy a female very much like herself and the opportunity that presented. No matter she sighed and pushing back in her seat gave the leather hood covering her head another nervous pat. Swallowing hard to relieve the butterflies in her stomach she forced herself to reflect on the last few months.
She'd always been big and physically gifted which as she ‘d gotten older had led her to an interest in body building and the martial arts as well as relationships with a small group of female acquaintances who shared her interests. Of course by then she'd discovered that there was also a sexual component to the attraction which had led her to an interest in other types of fighting and while there really wasn't that much of an opportunity for her to personally involve herself she'd compitsated for it to some degree by imagining herself in a ring with one of her female acquaintances and then vicariously reliving the experience. Of course that had all changed when she'd met Jack. It had been at a cocktail party and she'd actually found him rather attractive. A medium height well set up sort they'd talked about aa number of things but for some reason he always managed to steer the conversation back to her interest in the martial arts and from there to his interest in special, little known variation of the fighting sports. She'd found all of it quite fascinating and especially the way he'd described the type of events he attended and when he'd asked if she'd like to accompany him to accompany him to something like that she'd readily accepted.
And it had been a transformative experience in every way she thought remembering that night. Dinner had been at a private club that catered to the unique type entertainment that Jack had described and it had been heady stuff, the realization of her secret fantasies except for the fact that it had been in real time and after it was over she'd accompanied him home and she'd never left. .
Of course their shared ambition had been to prepare her for a similar experience and at 5'11" and overweight at 188 they'd had their work cut out but his townhouse was well equipped to accommodate it and she'd enjoyed the process. There'd been the strength training with the weights, the road work and most importantly the ring work which had combined to take off the soft edges and turn her into a confident hard bodied 180.
He'd stepped in to serve as her opponent at first and had intentionally hurt her a few times, but she'd proven to have a natural fighting ability and later when another female had been found for her to train with they'd also discovered that she possessed the “killer” instinct that they'd both sensed was there. Janet hadn't lasted much beyond that point causing her to smile at the thought of it. Jack had actually had to pull her off of her and she'd refused to get back into the ring with her after that. Just thinking about it gave her a feeling of pleasure, the memory of her lying there, entangled in the lower ropes with blood pouring from her ruined nose and lips and smearing across her sweaty breasts brought such a powerful rush that just thinking about it prompted a sexual response Of course by then they'd both explored in some depth why the act of fighting encouraged that response and they'd both known what to do about it. And after Janet he'd also been more confident about her and during their subsequent conversations had begun to explain in more detail the why, how and where of it.
The group, as he'd described them, comprised a very private and exclusive sport fighting club where females and males, shaped like herself by an increasingly competitive society, could freely work out their physical and sexual aggressions by engaging each other in unrestricted physical combat. The where would be at a remote estate, one of several scattered across the country and the membership was limited to those that were not only psychologically inclined to one on one violence but also possessed the hard bodied physical capabilities required to participate. And with a few exceptions they were also required to have the financial resources to underwrite their share of the activities. And if they can't she'd asked? In reply he'd simply said that exceptional attitude and ability could be substituted under certain circumstances. And when she'd asked how pairings were arrived at he had gone on to explain that the interaction of the members, both from within their own group as well as the social interaction that the expanded membership provided served to provide candidates from which satisfactory selections could be made. He'd also indicated that all of the members, with prior arrangement, were welcome anywhere within the circle of groups that made up the broader membership for the purpose of acquainting themselves with each other explaining that they'd found it to be the best way to achieve their mutual objectives. And when you lose she had asked? In that case he'd replied, other than the financial aspects of the loss you establish an adversarial relationship which promotes the overall objective in that you not only have the incentive but are expected to pursue another arrangement to alter the previous outcome. Sometimes he'd added, the rivalries become so intense that certain members restrict themselves to just one or two opponents and those arrangements are particularly well subscribed. And if for some reason suitable arrangements cannot be made she'd asked? Well in that case there are other candidates whose performance in the underground fighting circuits have demonstrated the appropriate level of attitude, ability and motivation that are invited to participate. In fact he'd added the two you observed on that first night were both in that category and there are usually a few that are invited to attend as guests on a fight night to observe as well as advertise their interest in participating in a similar arrangement.
It had been exciting to talk about it and while she'd digested most of it since it was before the fact parts of it had been a bit abstract and she'd left it at that. As for female she'd be fighting tonight that had been another matter. Her name was Stacy and she was the big blond who'd been seated beside her on that first evening and her reaction to the after dinner entertainment had been very much like her own. She'd been accompanied Fred an associate of Jack's and now having gone through a similar physical metamorphosis and for the same reasons they were each others obvious choice for their first arrangement.
They'd talked about it, not all that long or that frequently but enough to reassure themselves of their commitment to what they were preparing to do and in the process defining and developing the attitude they'd be bringing to it. They'd also exchanged some tapes of their training sessions as well as several featuring actual arrangements. Most of those had been between two females but several had been mixed and there's been one with just two males. One in particular showed the German from the glass room and an Asian female and it had been particularly graphic In color it had taken place in a special fighting pit and she'd revisited it several times each of which had increased her “flavor” for what was taking place and while she was still a bit uncomfortable about fighting before a group but she'd gotten used to the idea. Of course Jack had tried to reassure her but then he'd been there before and as the car
swung through an opit gate and slowly made it's way along a darkened road she nervously flexed her shoulders and forced herself to relax as she tried to focus on what lay ahead of her at the end of the drive. Almost there now she thought although she wasn't quite sure where there was. It had only been an hours drive though and as the car .pulled in under a canopy in front of a rather large but mostly darkened house thought it seemed ideal for the purpose they were there for. Noticing a female standing under the canopy waiting for them she grabbed her bag and stepping out of the car waited for Jack to join her
Cold but at least it was dry in under the canopy and quickly retrieving another r bag from the trunk he nodded for her to follow their escort as the car disappeared into the dark. A few steps, a wide entrance way and once inside it was warm. It was also dark though and while they could see well enough it was obvious that this part of the house wasn't in the plan for this evening. Approaching a wall at the end of the hall their escort pressed a button and the door of an elevator concealed in the woodwork opited. Casting an appraising look at Rhonda she motioned for them to enter, “you'll be able to prepare down below.” she murmured as the elevator silently lowered to wherever below was. Not that it was that far though, three floors maybe but it was enough time for them to appraise her and for her to return the attention although it was only after they'd reached their floor and the door opited that Rhonda realized her nose was slightly out of alignment and that the traces of scar tissue were a bit more than just traces. Motioning for them to follow her she led them down a hall and opiting a door at the far end of it silently motioned for them to enter.
Up until now she'd been too busy absorbing the strangeness of where she was to be conscious of any nervousness but it came back in a rush as she entered the room. Her first impression was that it was small with the only illumination seeming to come from a single light hung over a circular pit in the center of the room. It left those gathered around it mostly in shadow and while their muted chatter had ceased when they'd entered now as the door closed behind them it resumed. Some of them looked vaguely familiar, probably from that first night , but tonight the cocktail dress's had been replaced with more deliberately provocative attire that better displayed the wearer's more salient physical attributes. There was also the familiar smell of sweaty, overheated females along with that of pot and a few other fragrances not immediately identifiable and shrugging out of her coat handed it to their escort and assuming a look of boldness she was far from feeling began looking for her opponent.
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Almost immediately she saw her and as their eyes locked on each other Rhonda experienced a jolt of excitement course through her. She was standing on the far side of the pit talking to the black couple that had been sitting opposite to them on that first evening at the fight club but as she was about to make her way in her direction Jack accompanied by another woman suddenly rejoined her.
“Darling, I'd like to you to meet our hostess” and turning to the blond at his side said “Ann, this is Rhonda.”
“Darling, I'm so very pleased to meet you” murmured the blond as she extended her hand.. “Jack has said so much about you but even so I don't think he did you justice.”
Smiling a greeting as they silently appraised each other Rhonda took the offered hand and replied “well I'll certainly have to talk to him about that won't I?”
Tall, a little on the other side of fifty and pale complected she also noted that her abbreviated leather sports top and tight silk pants covered an impressively powerful body, one that might have belonged to somebody half of that and wrapping an arm around Rhonda's waist and giving it a squeeze she turned to Jack and said.
“If you'll excuse us I think it's time we joined Stacy for a moment” and grasping Rhonda's hand lead her through the press of the crowd that had silently begun to cluster around them.
A moment and they were there and Rhonda as Stacy offered a soft “good evening” and extended her hand. Silently she accepted it savoring the feel of it then as Stacy responded in kind she tightened her grip and let the delicious sensation of their physical contact sweep through her. Then in a sudden impulsive moment she leaned closer and gave her a kiss.
“Might as well start this off right don't you think” she said softly.”
“Oh I quite agree” murmured Stacy. “And I can assure you that I'm more than ready to start.”
“As am I” responded Rhonda as she let her fingers play along the side of the other's arm. There might have been more but their hostess stepped between them and somewhat breathlessly murmured “It's time” and nodding to where Fred and Jack were standing added “prepare them for the fighting.”
Almost in a dream Rhonda felt Jack playing with the cinch of her mini skirt and as she felt it loosen gave a brief shake of her hips to let it fall as Fred fumbled with the catch's on Stacy's dress. Raising her arms she let Jack strip off her top and then as Stacy's dress followed hers to the floor they turned their attention to an intense appraisal of the other while the spectators with mounting excitement did the same. Except for the white mesh pouches that covered their mounds and their ring socks both were naked and as the guests exclamations of approval and murmur's of anticipation began rising around them two females who would serve as their seconds began taping their hands while Jack and Fred began examining their gloves. They were similar to the fingerless tiger type used for cage fighting but made out of white leather with additional padding over the knuckles. They'd tried them on before and had been given to understand that they were preferable to fighting bare or with just taped fists but somehow she doubted it. They felt good though and as they slipped them on she clenched a fist and began packing it into her other palm as she contemplated the effect they'd have. Next were their head protectors. Hers green and Stacy's lavender, colors that matched their gloves and as Jack and Fred began fitting them she had to admit their visual appearance seemed to lend itself to what they were being prepared for. Similar to the training devices worn by boxers they encircled the forehead with a thicker molded mask like extension that covered the eyes and the bridge of the nose. Another strip at the back of the neck connected to a collar of thicker leather that circled the throat. They's been reluctant to wear them at first but they did provide some protection and since both had come around to liking the way they looked they also provided a physiological boost as well. Last to be applied was the Vasaline and as their seconds began working it up their thighs, around their crotch's and then over their upper bodies she recalled her earlier thought that all of it combined made them look like Roman Gladiatrics.
Stacy had also begun packing her fists into her gloves and that was good. She'd be nervous too but like herself it would be mixed with anticipation and on a sudden impulse she ran her palms across her belly and then raising her arm flexed it in an obvious challenge to her opponent. It prompted a smile from Stacy but as she dipped her head in acknowledgment Ann stepped between them and grasping each by the arm turned them toward the pit where most of the guests, a few smoking and the rest, their drinks in hand, had gathered. Opiting a concealed access door and stepping through she turned and motioned for them to join her.
Pretty much as Jack had described it she thought as she stepped through the opiting. About twenty feet across and shaped like a bowel it was indented a couple of feet below the surrounding floor with the sides supported by external posts reminding her of a smaller more modern version of an ancient fighting arena. Pausing for a moment to let them adjust to it Ann raised her arms to get the guests attention and announced.
“Good evening. And welcome to the Mansion. It's time for what we're here for so let's welcome Rhonda and Stacy to our small but special sporting circle. This is their first formal fighting arrangement. It will be for three rounds, the first for three minutes followed by three minutes of rest, the second will be for six minutes followed by another six minutes and the third will be as long as it takes for one of them to finish the other.” Nodding to where Jack and Fred were standing by the access door she added “the fight has been arranged by their partners and they will be attended to by Wilma and Juliene.”
Except for a few muttered exclamations of approval and the sound of the guests shifting their positions it was mostly quiet and as Rhonda's eyes traveled around the pit the faces staring at her from the shadows seemed to confirm the impression she'd formed on their arrival. Aside from a few hetro couples the rest appeared to be from various persuasions of the lesbian community and unlike that first evening there wasn't much doubt about the degree of their orientation. Just about all of them were from the uniquely hard bodied segment of their culture noting their deliberate emphasis on their relevant physical assents. Not that it caught her by surprise, Jack had suggested that for obvious reasons individual attire at these more private affairs tended to accentuate the positive and he'd also suggested that her arrangement with Stacy might not be the only one of the evening. Not that it would be of much concern since as far as she was concerned they were the main event and neither of them were likely to be much interested in what would be happiting after they were through with each other. About to opit her mouth so that Wilma could insert her gum shield she was distracted by a vaguely familiar voice close by murmuring.
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“So now it's my turn to watch”
Instinctively she knew it was Eve, the female she'd watched fight the male on that first night and twisting her head and with a nod of recognition was rewarded by a quick smile in return.
“Well, I'm glad your here” she responded a bit breathlessly. “I've spitt a lot of time thinking about that night, and you and having you here makes it easier.”
Leaning closer Eve let her fingers play briefly across her shoulder and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek whispered “I wouldn't have missed this for anything darling. I think your pretty much after my own heart and I want you to do it to her like I did it to him and I'm gonna like watching you do it just as much as you liked watching me.”
She might have said more but Ann had raised her hand and pointing to Stacy announced. “In the purple, Stacy. She's five eleven and 182 with arms at 14 and thighs at 22. Meeting her in the green is Rhonda at five ten and 179. She has 14 and a half inch arms and 23 inch thighs.
Wilma having slipped the gum shield into her mouth as the introductions were being made had stepped aside and now as the spectators gave them a round of applause the two of them moved away from the side and turning to face them in the center of the pit each raised an arm in a salute. A few, muttering encouragement, raised their glass's in response but for the most part they merely crowded closer, silently jostling each other for a better position. Now the focus was entirely on the two of them and as the light over the center of the pit dimmed further. their hostess slipped out of the pit and closing the access gate behind her signaled for the fight to start. .
Round #1
Rhonda felt a flush sweep through her as she watched Stacy raise her fists in front of her face. It all came down to this and with her stomach suddenly feeling as if it were a mass of knots she raised her own fists in response and moved to meet her. At least this one was for only three minutes she thought and ducking under Stacy's arm pawing at her face hooked her left fist into the blonds rib cage. It didn't seem to have much effect on her but the exchange seemed to settle her down and as she backed away she thought it would probably have the same effect on Stacy. Which was about the way Jack had said it would work she recalled and as the blond suddenly lunged forward she hooked her right fist into her navel receiving a clubbing left cross to her right breast in exchange.
Both of them backed away as they considered what to do next and although neither of them had managed to hurt the other both had tasted the others aggressiveness and as a consequence were more hesitant than more experienced fighter's might have been. The guests were a bit less patient though and as they started circling around each other waiting for an opportunity to present itself they began urging them back together with increasingly specific comments and suggestions.
Reminding herself that this was the short round and that she should try to take advantage of it Rhonda decided to take the initiative and raising her fists dropped to a crouch and began circling closer forcing Stacy to keep turning to face her in the center of the pit. Moving ever closer she closed the distance between them, a few tentative taps, an ineffective left jab that Stacy easily avoided and an equally ineffective left cross from her that Rhonda deflected with her left forearm but by then the impatient comments of the guests had turned to exclamations of approval.
This time it was Stacy who backed away and as she began an uncertain step to the side Rhonda lunged into her driving a flurry of fists at her face and upper body before she could cover up. The attack forced her back against the wall though and sensing it would catch the blond by surprise she closed with her as her back came in contact with it and lowering her head began digging a flurry of punches into her guts, breasts and sides before in a desperate attempt to drive her back Stacy managed to thrust her thigh between her legs and knee her in the cunt. Not all that hard, she didn't have the leverage and it wouldn't have driven her off but the bell signaled the end of the round and Wilma roughly pulled her away.
EOR #1`
Breathing heavily, her heart pounding she let herself be guided back to the side. It felt good though, she'd been aggressive, taken it to her and she assumed the physiological boost would carry into the second round. There was also a trickle of blood coming from Stacy's nose which she was wiping at with the back of her glove and that and a cut on her belly along with some already obvious bruises on her breasts made her feel even better about it. She'd drawn first blood and as she settled back against the side of the pit the feel of Eve's hand gently massaging her shoulder felt even better. And not just good in a comforting way, good like in I like her doing it and as the fingers begin trolling across it she reached for her hand and pressed it against the side of her neck.
“You handled that nicely” said the voice near her ear. “She'll be worrying about that nose when she comes out which should give you a chance to work on her body” adding with a chuckle, “at least until you give her something else to worry about.”
“Yeah” mumbled Rhonda. “I like it, it felt good” and turning her head to the side looked up and with a smile added “and I know you know what I mean don't you?”
“Yeah, I do know what you mean babe and knowing why your liking it's gotta feel good to me too. She's a strong bitch though, you be careful. Play with her a bit this time and then in the third you can do what you want to her” and suddenly pressing her lips against the side of Rhonda's neck murmured “that'll be the best part for me.”
The words and the feel of her mouth made Rhonda catch her breath. It was how she'd felt on that first night and turning her head and returning the kiss replied, “and it'll be from me for you babe.”
She was sort of lost in the moment and only distantly heard Ann call out three minutes but it registered with Eve and giving her shoulder a last lingering squeeze pushed her away from the wall. Shaking out her shoulders as he stepped away from the wall she heard her say
“six minutes babe and make em all count.”
Round #2
Moving away along the side of the pit she noticed that the black female that had been hovering over Stacy's shoulder was still there.
She found that exciting. It was as if each of them had somebody more than just a casual supporter among the guests and that seemed to make it more personal. Shrugging her shoulders and dropping into a slight crouch she raised her left arm in front of her began slipping s to her right while she waited for a chance to pitetrate Stacy's defense.
Stacy had anticipated her this time though and suddenly lunging into her leveraged her right across her forearm and pushing it away drove her left up into her lower right side.
Stunned by the suddenness of it Rhonda staggered back to the side her right arm crossed in front of her face as Stacy crowded after her hooking her right up into her left breast and then a left into the right side of her head. Confused more than hurt she tried to tie her up but the blond had seemed to have anticipated that too and quickly wrapping her arms around her waist she lifted her from the floor and burying her face in her breasts staggered with the redheads legs kicking uselessly at her sides back to the center of the pit. Finally grasping her hair with her left hand Rhonda managed to pull her head away and as she did so she drove her right fist into the side of her head forcing her to loosen her grip and regaining her footing she pushed her away. Breathing heavily but sensing her confusion the blond followed and batting away a weakly raised left arm delivered a series of short hard blows to her lower body and then to her poorly defended breasts before Rhonda was able to bat her away.
Vaguely wondering where she'd gone wrong Rhonda raised her fists in front of her face and hurriedly backed away as she tried to collect her thoughts. That moment with Eve seemed like a long time ago now but with the end of the round seeming ever more distant she knew she'd have to do more that try to stay out of Stacy's range at least for awhile and as the blond suddenly lunged at her she ducked down and slipping under her arm drove her right fist into her mouth. It elicited a muffled grunt from her and as she instinctively raised her hand to her mouth Rhonda crouched forward and delivered a series of short jabs to her upper body and then as she began to frantically back away a hooking left followed by a right into her ribs. As they parted she noticed the blond's lips were split with the blood streaming down over her chin and onto her breasts where it smeared with her sweat giving them a pinkish hue. About to feel better about it she suddenly realized the feeling of wetness on the side of her head was also blood and it was doing the same thing to her. No matter she thought. At least it wasn't her mouth but it would have been better if she'd gotten her nose and suddenly determined to go for it stepped into Stacy's range and blocking a right with her left forearm drove her right fist at her head. While it was meant for the front of her face Stacy was managed to duck to her right and as it slipped harmlessly over her left shoulder she hooked her left up into Rhonda's right breast then quickly slipping her right arm around her waist straightened up and twisting her body to the left drove her right knee up between her legs as the two of them, still clenched tightly together, slumped to the floor of the pit. Perhaps instinct or as luck would have it Rhonda was able to jam her right arm up against Stacy's left shoulder as they fell forcing her to fall on her side to the left of her instead of on top and taking advantage of it smashed the palm of her hand hard against the front of her face pushed her away before scrambling to her hands and knees and crawling away.
Pushing herself unsteadily to her feet she was suddenly aware of the spectators cries of approval and encouragement interspersed with curses and only a few feet away a smiling Eve elevating her thumb in the universal sign of approval. Not far away Stacy was also slowly pushing herself to her feet, one hand against the side of the pit for support and the other swiping at the blood still pouring from her mouth with the back of her other hand. There also seemed to be a trickle of it coming from her nose which was encouraging. One way or the other it would affect her breathing for the rest of the round but as she started toward her Wilma slipped between them and motioned her away while Juliene began maneuvering Stacy back to where the black female and Fred were waiting.
EOR#2
Six minutes she thought. She hadn't been as ready for it, overconfident or whatever and Stacy had taken advantage of it. Considering that the next round would be to the finish she knew she couldn't let it happit again and relaxing a bit as her breathing returned to normal she pressed her back against the side of the pit and looking up at Eve out of the corner of her eye waited for her expected comment
“Good going babe” she murmured through the rush of conversation swirling around them. “I liked that. She might have had the right idea but she got cocky and you scrambled back. Another minute and you might have been able to finish her.”
“Yeah” mumbled Rhonda “she got to me twice though and I can't let that happit again.”
“No but your learning and it won't happit again. The most important thing is to take it to them before they can bring it to you” and leaning over the side of the pit and nuzzling Rhonda's neck with her mouth whispered “and the other stuff I'll teach you myself.”
Reaching up and pulling Eve's head down to hers, her voice suddenly horse with unexpected passion Rhonda muttered “but I have to put her down first don't I?”
“Yeah babe. You do have to do that and you know how we both want it done and after that you and I'll sort of let it take us to where we want to go with the rest of it. Sound OK babe?”
Turning to face her Rhonda cupped the back of Eve's head and drawing her lips to hers murmured
“Yeah, sounds OK babe and I do know how “we” want it done and I'm going to do it right here in front of you.” Eve let her tongue gently brush Rhonda's mouth for a moment then as Angie called out “time” murmured “OK darling but much as you might like to don't take your time doing it,”
Round #3
Rhonda's heart was pounding and as she moved away from the side. It was if a new world had opited up in her newly discovered life. She wouldn't just finish the bitch she'd destroy her and present her to Eve as a gift and as Stacy suddenly ducked down and lunged at her she met her with a hard straight armed right to her head. It caught the blonds left eye and as she staggered back and quickly pressing forward Rhonda threw another right that glanced off of the left side of her head immediately following it with a powerful clubbing chop to the back of her neck as she slumped to the side. Stepping back she felt the same thrill she'd experienced in her fight with Janet sweep over her. She'd never felt so alive, so physically empowered and knowing the unmistakable promise that had been in Eve's eyes turned and raising an arm acknowledged it. No longer did she harbor any feelings of a kindred sistership for Stacy and as the blond started stumbling away along the side she let her lust to continue the fight explode within her. Raising her fists in front of her and with a grimace of savage anticipation on her face slowly began following after her.
There was less commotion coming from the guests now and although there was still the occasional clink of a glass and smoke from their joints still contributed to the smoky atmosphere at least for now they weren't shouting advice or curses from the shadows. They seemed to be a bit more disheveled though and more than a few also seemed to have formed physical attachments which considering their sexual orientations was pretty much the way these things usually worked she supposed .
Almost with an effort she forced herself to put it from her mind and as she closed with Stacy the blond feinted with a right to her head which she partially blocked while reciprocating with a left that skidded roughly across the blonds belly. It prompted both of them to drop back and regroup and while there were a few suggestions from the shadows neither paid any attention to them. Considering their experience in the first two rounds each knew that the other was capable of putting them away and both were resolved it wouldn't be them. Stacy also seemed to have regained her composure and suddenly lunging at Rhonda drove a short clipping right into the left side of her head before quickly stepping closer and following it with a knee lift up between her legs before crouching back and skipping to the side. Neither had much immediate effect although the shot to the head seemed to have opited up the earlier damage and there was a painful burning sensation between her legs but neither were all that distracting. What was distracting was the self satisfied smirk on her face and perhaps with less caution than she might otherwise have exercised Rhonda raised her left as a defense and pushing into her drove her right at her head. Too late she realized she'd been outfoxed again, unbalanced as she was she was an easy target and as she desperately tried to backpedal away Stacy leapt after her with a flurry of punches that confused her even more. Crossing her arms in front of her as her back hit the side of the pit she tried to cover up but the blond still found an opiting and landed a straight arm punch to her left eye and then a left hook up into her right breast before she was able to push her back and scramble to the side.
You fucking cunt she thought suddenly conscious of her ragged breathing and rapidly beating heart She'd done it again, left an opiting and the blond had been quick enough to take advantage of it. It wouldn't happit again though she thought grimly and still breathing heavily raised her fists in front of her face and began maneuvering herself away from the advancing blond while she waited for her heart rate and breathing to return to normal. She was still uncertain of her next move though but suddenly conscious of Eve smiling at her just an arms length away holding up two fingers. Hooking them together it was an unmistakable signal for her to take the fight to the blond and suddenly filled with a feeling of savage euphoria she balled her hands into fists and charged directly into the advancing Stacy.
This time it was Stacy that was caught by surprise and as she unconsciously raised her arms in front of her Rhonda drove a short hard right into her belly and as she doubled over she delivered another clubbing left to the back of her neck and as she slumped to the side she drove her right t knee up into her face. Breathing heavily, now more from excitement than exertion, she let her sense of exhilaration sweep over her as she watched the blond try to push herself away along the floor. Again it was same way as she'd felt with Janet but now she wanted to continue to experience the delicious feel of her fists burying themselves in Stacy's body but as she was about to move in to finish hers he lurched to her knees and swung her left fist directly into her now swollen and tender mons. The pain was paralyzing and as she collapsed against the side the blond scrambled away on her hands and knees before rising unsteadily to her feet and staggering back to the center of the pit.
While the pain was still shooting through her genitals Rhonda realized is was just that, pain. She could deal with it and sensing that any advantage she might have would quickly slip away if she didn't engage the blond she removed her hand from between her legs and pushed herself away from the side. She was wet there, the palm of her glove was red but the pain seemed to be manageable and as she moved toward Stacy she had the satisfaction of seeing her trying to staunch the flow of blood now pouring from her nose and ruined mouth with the back of her gloves. Both had turned from lavender to a deep bluish brown but she noticed hers were also a bit mottled and her body was as liberally covered with blood as Stacy's. And now for some more of it she thought grimly and mindful of Eve's silent admonition began closing in on the blond waiting for her in the center of the pit.
This time she wouldn't give her any opportunities and as they came with in arms length she crossed her left in front of her face and lunging into her drove her right fist into the underside of her left breast using her momentum to drive her back against the side. Ducking down, her head on the blonds breasts she forced her against it as she drove first her right into her ribs following it with an overhanded left into the right side of her head before Stacy was able to push her away but as she tried to scramble to the right Rhonda swung a left into the side of her belly and as she doubled over looped her left arm around the back of her neck and twisting her to the left threw her to the floor. It placed Stacy mostly on her back with Rhonda splayed at right angles above her and quickly tightening her arm and wrenching her head head even tighter beneath her arm. With her right arm immobilized beneath her the blond could only claw at Rhonda's head with her left but with her legs free she was able to use her feet to pedal her lower body away to the left. For a moment they remained that way then as Rhonda began driving her right fist up into her belly the blond managed to extricate her right arm from beneath her body and placing her hand against Rhonda's left elbow pushed her arm up over her head and swinging her left leg between Rhonda's kneed her in the cunt before Rhonda was able to send her sprawling to the side.
As Rhonda regained her feet Stacy was desperately pushing herself up the side of the pit and immediately lunging into her she drove her right fist into the left side of her head and as she began slumping back to the floor drove her left knee up into her face. Pausing to catch her breath she straightened up then moving back watched as the blond began weakly clawing her way back up the side of the pit. She could do it now, wanted to but something held her back. She was hers but she wanted more and as the Stacy slowly regained her feet and began sidling away along the side she knew how she wanted it. Smiling she backed to the center of the pit and raising her hands motioned for her to meet her there. Eve would have her gift but only when she was through with her and as the blond raised her hands uncertainly in front of her and moved away from the side she again experienced that now familiar rush. It left her breathless but then as Stacy lurched forward with a left at her head she ducked beneath it and hooked her right into the left side of her rib cage. Quickly straightening up and pushing her back against the side she wrapped her left arm around her waist and pressing the left side of her head against Stacy's hopped to her left and slammed her right knee up between her legs. Grasping the blonds left wrist she pressed in and mashing their breasts together did it again but then as she tried to do it again she lost her balance and both of them crashed to the floor still locked together, each with an arm around the other, as they drove their knees and fists into bodies and faces and tried to maneuver themselves on top of the other.
At first it seemed as if Stacy had won the scramble but as she straightened up Rhonda managed to wrap her her left leg around the front of her neck and pushing herself upright with her right arm rolled her to the side. Again it was a melee of fists and knees until finally Stacy managed to extricate her neck from beneath Rhonda's knee and scrambling to the side slowly regained her feet. Both were breathing heavily as Rhonda pushed herself up in the center of the pit but sensing the blond was almost finished and balling her fists began following as she began retreating along the side. Closing in she drove a quick clipping right to the left side of her head which was largely deflected and than another that hooked into the left side of her belly before Stacy was able to return it with an awkward looping right to the left side of her head. There was no attempt at finesse now, it was destroy or be destroyed and with the spectators howling encouragement they began driving their fists into each other in a desperate effort to end it. Stacy's efforts seemed less forceful though and as Rhonda found her fists beginning to drive ever more frequently through her weakening defense the same feeling she'd experienced earlier came flooding back.
This time it was different though. Then there'd been the satisfaction she'd felt as her fists had pitetrated the blonds increasingly inadequate defense but now it was joined by an almost euphoric sense of raw primitive lust to keep doing it and as she continued to drive the now helpless Stacy around the pit her eyes began searching for Eve. It was time to present her with her trophy but first the coup de gra and pushing the still struggling Stacy down onto her back against the inclined side of the pit directly in front of Eve and looking up let her eyes silently ask the question. She seemed transfixed for a moment, then the tip of her tongue slipped lasciviously across her upper lip and as licentious look of pleasure spread across her face she slowly nodded her head in the affirmative.
She'd given her answer and raising her arm and smiling an acknowledgment then looking down at the weakly struggling Stacy she carefully straddled her, a leg on either side, then dropping to her knees and cinching them tight against her side grasped her hair to hold her head and drove her right fist down into her face. Again she did it then as the screams and shouts of the spectators rose around the pit she settled onto her belly and with a brief euphoric look at Eve drove a right cross into the left side of the now unconscious blonds head. It was finished and as the spectators enthusiastic screams of approval rose around her she released the blonds hair and stepping away from her body looked up to find Eve, a look of pleased approval on her face, looking back at her. .