Male-Female Combat
By Eko
Part I: Pain and Redemption

You were sitting on the cold bench, the steel created uncomfortable feelings for your butt and balls. The lovely woman was walking toward you, smiling.

“Nervous?”

“Nah, just feels...cold...”

“I can see that,” she was staring at your shaven and uncovered dick. “Come on...it’s just...girls.” Of course, even her own appearance contradicted her words. She had taut abs and muscles, despite her small stature, long black hair, and glasses. Her name is Angela and she is your manager.

You were a rookie in an illegal freestyle fighting ring ready for your debut. You were an experienced fighter and were prepared to handle rough men who wanted to kill you. Instead you were told that you would fight females – naked. Furthermore, attacks on sensitive body parts are permitted and taken as a norm. In some cases there were even unauthorized penetrations (to make it sound less straightforward). Despite the nature, extreme care is taken to ensure the fighters could live, and fight, another day. The federation employs professional medical personnel to prevent unwanted pregnancy and permanent damage. In most cases they did their jobs.

It seemed too good to be true. Actually your main concern was about humiliating yourself by beating up girls and get paid. Real men fight real men, and this league is more about violent stimulated sex rather than real competition.

“Alright boy, as the audience would say, fuck her,” Angela encouraged you. You stood and were walking behind her. You were leaving your locker, through the alley, and entered the cage.

“Presenting our new male fighter on his debut…here’s the Kid!” the announcer said amid the cheering audience. You were smiling and waving at them, ready for this fun exercise.

“And to welcome him to the Combat….here are your favorites….Nadia and Natasha!”

You were deafened by the very loud cheers. Turned out you would fight two women instead one. They came from the different sides of the cage and standing side by side. One was quite an Amazon – a tall blonde with strong muscles. Another one was an olive skin brunette, standard height. Like you, both women’s were cleanly shaved. Both were not butches – on the contrary, they had the looks of Sports Illustrated cover girls.

“The rule is simple! Fuck your enemy but let them alive to fight another day! Here we go!” The announcer concluded and the bell was rung.

They were adopting their fighting stances, and so were you. You calculated that the blonde – Nadia, would be the intimidator, while Natasha should be the killer. You paid close attention to Natasha. Nadia was lunging at you. You took the bait and stepped sideway toward Natasha, letting her to attack you.

Natasha launched a sidekick which you blocked with your arms, while you gave a quick glance to Nadia. You must either keep them separated, or keep one down on her ass while inflicting damage on the other.

Natasha followed up with a right jab which you were still able to evade. Unfortunately she was launching a wicked kick to your shin that felt like a metal bat. You were down on one leg. She grabbed your shoulder, pushed you down, and smashed her knee on your face. Twice. She concluded by pushing her foot on your chin, bringing you down.

You were knocked down, feeling blood pouring on your nose. Nadia was lunging and pinning you down, and then mercilessly pummeling your face. Then she did the most humiliating thing – she pinched your balls. You were chocked with the surprise, the pain, and the humiliation. No man would grab your dick this quick when they had pinned you down. They would pummel you, pull your arm, lock your legs, but not this. Nadia continued by twisting your stick which caused you to scream to the heaven. And she wasn’t smiling. Her eyes declared that she wanted to castrate you.

You tried the old trick of unseating her or attacking her from the back using your legs, but you felt that Natasha was holding them. Nadia dismounted from your body while Natasha was spreading your legs. She stomped your balls hard and grinded them. Fuck them. Fuck Angela for conning you. You were being humiliated. As a fighter you have to fight back, but your manhood, physically and psychologically, was too hurt.

Of course, then she did the textbook step of twisting your leg, turning you on your stomach and applying the pressure. Heidi was lying down before you, calling you ‘bitch’ in your face and asking you to surrender. Natasha added the pressure. You yelled your resignation. Natasha let you go. Nadia smacked your head and joined Natasha in celebration, raising their arms together to the crowd. It was a total squash.

The next day, Angela visited you. “I wanted to say ‘go away bitch’ but that doesn’t do anything, right?” I sulked.

“You’re smarter than you were in the ring.” She nodded. “As you’ve noticed, it was the welcome match. Tell me, when you were fighting guys, did it go like this?”

You took some moments before admitted the shame. “No. I would never give up that easily,”

“Wonderful. Well, as you can see they were among our champions and did their job to welcome the new guys. You see, guys would think this is pushover since they have to fight chicks. Our made point, as you’ve seen, is that chicks could grab you by balls too. Heh, sorry,” She chuckled.

“We believe in balance of power, entertainment, competition, and sexiness. We want male and female to fight opponents of similar sizes and weights. The rest, like experience and skills - are like in the legal rings - they don’t always symmetrical. But we won’t book you against the steroid-laden lesbians unless you are veteran, as we won’t give rookie girls a killer,”

“Well, I believe you know it’s too early too quit, and your journey is just started. Just be sure to be mean and yet calculated next time. Just because they have pussy, boobs, and lighter than you don’t mean they can’t hurt you. It’s fuck or be fucked.”

Your second fight was an opening card, an insignificant fight for the audience. You were up against Allison, a young girl who was also on her first year. She had a couple of fights before with mixed result. It was the perfect opportunity to redeem yourself – as she was also looking for redemption.

She was probably just 21 years old, with olive skin and brunette hair, but had much more angelic face than the combat-rugged Natasha. But as you’ve experienced, nobody’s innocent in this business, and everybody was looking forward to hurt their opponent’s crotch.

Allison adopted a defensive stance and taunting you to come to get her. You lunged at her, but as she was evading you, you immediately did slide to tackle her. She fell down horribly, shoulder first. Your first shot in the league. You kicked her stomach and taunted her. Too early, but let the audience enjoying themselves and see that you have a sense of showmanship too. You launched a second kick that she evaded. She was springing sideway and launched a sidekick at you. She missed, so you grabbed her back and slammed her to the floor. She quickly elbowed your jaw a couple of times. You let her go, and she followed up by launching a hook on your jaw.

You grabbed her arm on her second attempt. You pulled it and twisted her wrist. She yelled and fell on her knees. You kicked her stomach and breasts, before swinging her body away. It was a good show.

You ran toward her. Before you could kick her lower belly, she kicked yours. You stepped backward and let her standing. You ducked her punch and speared her to the cage. There, you pinned her and did the obligatory moves – the pummeling of belly, lower belly (the actual baby/period maker), and crotch. You pinned her folded body to the ground with her back pressing the cage on and smashed her pussy. The audience went nuts – sure, they could see this kind of scenes dozen of times tonight, but you were doing it in such speed and power. You ended the combo by smashing Allison’s head to the cage and spit at her face. You backed down, gesturing at the audience and saw her weeping.

You pulled her hair and she hit your balls with an uppercut. You refused to let go of your grip, instead pinning her seated body with yours, and pummeling her pretty face in anger. You laid her on the floor, pinning her arms, and despite her resistance, violated her. The audience chanted “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!” Allison was just sobbing, already giving up. You let go of her and pulling her head to your dick, forcing her to eat your seeds amid her tears and blood. The victory bell was ringing in its all glory. You’ve known how to play the game.