A Night in the Cage Part 1 (HC part 16)
Akiko was now a honey blonde, blue eyed, suntanned California Girl, with some added tasteful tattoos, ‘Gin’s’ lightning strikes were luckily just false skin dye, but she now had more typical American ink instead, a small scorpion crawling across her lower belly towards her shaved sex, a tasteful rose on her right tit and a ring of barbed wire round her left ankle. These all fitted perfectly with her deep cover as a protégée of a Beverley Hills up market drugs gang, and as a rich girl runaway. Helen, as a fellow ‘mixed race’ American student, was set up in shared student accommodation with the ‘new girl’, and due to Helen’s own problems, at 23 she was also starting her own first year of studies just like the 18 year old, having experienced a far from uneventful first year in China, but gaining no University study credits for her efforts. For most classes they did not share lectures, Helen of course saw her for her fight training where, as the assistant coach, she did all the coaching for the first years doing the full-contact wrestling module, even though officially being a first year herself. However the main taught compulsory classes; Sports Culture, Physical Ed, Anatomy, Martial Arts History, Business Management, Accounts and Modern Languages, they had gone together, well, at first.
Helen had soon been ditched for girls of Akiko’s own age. At first a short, pale skinned, boyish, English redhead, wearing some very thick and tinted glasses, had been her study buddy. They had met when the Brit had shyly asked if Akiko would go to lunch with, her after the two girls had met on the first day, when the Ginger had short sightedly knocked into Akiko, the stocky teen dropping her pile of books across the floor, and with them Akiko’s just bought coffee. The blonde Eurasian had quickly got to her knees and helped the pale skinned girl, who was wearing very unfashionable baggy sweats and a too large Tee, to gather up her books. However a week later Akiko had dumped the English girl and become obsessed with another teen, a fashion dressing, South Asian, dark brown beauty, called Amina, one of the Desi MMA students in her Physical Ed class, who had come across to chat in her accented English, and the two 18 year old girls had gone for lunch, and then spent an afternoon flirting in the University park. Akiko slowly gained more confidence, and was able to carefully talk to the other students, even though the now very shy and introverted girl’s stutter seemed to always return and her words literally stop in mid-sentence. This happened especially when she was with the Indian MMA gang in their short and strappy tops and shin tight lycra shorts, showing off their fitness model figures, muscled arms, legs and torsos, as they paraded round, Queening it over their fellow first years students.
Akiko’s stutter however made the group of Desi fighters roar with laughter, as she got more and more flustered and angry at herself, and Helen could feel her own anger at the other girls building, especially as her erstwhile new friend Amina, often led the mocking. On one occasions the ginger haired British girl had jumped in to stop what she obviously saw as bullying, only to be laughed at by the Desi’s. The gang of five Indian’s had then started to push around the small stocky European and mock her cheap clothing, on this occasion an even more unfashionable over baggy red sweat shirt and wide palazzo trousers, leaving the Ginger red faced and near to tears, wanting to strike out, and obviously controlling a hot temper. But then the redhead was totally deflated, and did start to sob, as Akiko joined in with the mocking laughter of the Indian’s, which left the pale girl with tears streaming down her cheeks, as she ran away from them in frustration, struggling to hold herself in.
Helen consoled herself that at least Akiko’s smile had started to return. However Helen hated seeing the way the group of tough Indian MMA girls she had chosen to follow around treated their American ‘hanger on’. They were all muscled 18 year olds, with open gang affiliations, and trainee MMA fighters, and they treated the freckled stuttering Eurasian as a ‘go-for’, and her wrestling specialisation as a bit of a joke, but Akiko saw none of this. Helen realised these brutal girls might actually be the first normal ‘friends’ Akiko had ever had, even if most of them treated her as a bad joke. Helen was also rather pleased that her friendship with the fire haired Londoner had passed, Toni Sinn may try to hide behind glasses, and was actually very shy and timid outside of a cage, but the ‘Hurricane’ was no ‘wannabe’ like the Desi’s, she was the real thing, a fully signed up 18 year old bitch killer, and someone those silly Indian girls would do well to stay clear of, if they wished to live.
Then on the Friday afternoon of her third week, Akiko had breezed in from her extra classes and quickly rushed up to Helen who was making sushi for them in the kitchen area of their small student flat.
‘The girls from my class are going to a party night at the Blue Gym with the Indian MMA club, Amina has invited me so can,’ and then Akiko seemed to fall apart, ‘ c… c… can…, c… c… can…,’the girl gulped and turned red, and then with a gush, ‘can we go?’ This took Helen completely by surprise, though to help Akiko she had gone with her to all her ‘fresher’ events, this was something very different. The Blue Gym was the base of Ajay, her dacoit gang had given her a boy’s name when she had fought her way to the top of the pile of their all male army of enforcers, was one of the top MMA fighters at the University, a Kumite finalist, and now doing post grad student studies, mainly in crooked book-keeping. The Indian woman had gathered around her a little coterie of fellow Delhi Desi students who she was shaping into a very impressive team of fighters, and who were at near constant war with the Brazilian MMA students, and an even nastier war with the bitches from Mumbai. Helen could not understand why Akiko had suddenly become such a fan of these Indian women, and why she was trying to get her to take her to one of the unofficial Desi fight night fresher party gatherings. However as the girl was only six weeks out of hospital, and had only just had her face cast removed, and the chances of challenges and street fights developing at these types of gatherings was very high indeed, had refused, and forbidden the young girl in her charge to attend. That had been a major mistake, Akiko had gone bright red, nodded that she agreed not to go, and grabbing her study bag, had headed out to the library. Helen had to smile, as she was not used to playing ‘Mum’, but just like teenagers everywhere the girl had plans of her own, no matter what Mummy told her.
Akiko’s plan ‘B’ involved getting a real hunk of a well-muscled Chinese junior lecturer to take her along to the party at the Blue Gym instead. The young man had obviously fallen for the shy, pretty and very quiet American blonde. Shy, avoiding eye contact, stumbling in her speech, and prone to tears of frustration when she could not get her words out. These two months earlier would not have characterised the beautiful confident Japanese version of Akiko, but the now quarter Japanese and three part Polish/Scots, Eurasian, Akiko Murry, (no longer Mori Akiko) who had just flown in from the US, was so shy it was painful to watch, and it was this that attracted Li Bai, the 25 year old Chinese MMA post grad student, to the 18 year old. She was such a contrast to his long term on- again-off-again lover, the tall, muscled assertive Ajay.
Li Bai picked up the teen at the library and they walked to the Gym where the party was taking place, but Jiang, who owed her lovers life to Helen and was one of the Black Chinese woman’s best friends, spotted them and immediately phoned her. Jiang was retaking her last year with her lover Chunhua, and knew Li Bai from when he had been a student, and also knew the young man had had a long term relationship with one of the nastiest and most vicious MMA fighters in the University, and it was at her Gym the group were going to be partying, this could only add up to trouble. Helen just grabbed her bag and was out of the apartment at a run, quickly dialling Li Chun, the three time and still reigning Kumite champion, asking that she please meet her at the Blue Gym, ‘as I might need help rescuing a student from that Hindi cow Ajay’s clutches, and I think your brother is causing trouble again too.’ When she got to the door of the Dojo, both Jiang and Li were waiting for her, and at a smile from the Universities superstar they were all quickly inside,
In the Hexagon Cage at the corner of the gym a fight was just finishing, and a black knickered Indian girl Helen recognised as one of the group Akiko had been with was sobbing and begging while her arm was mercilessly folded up behind her back, pulling and ripping tendons as she beat at the muscled legs of a red pantied, pale, page boy cut, redhead, who was sitting on her back. The short five foot nothing girl was boyish but her broad body rippled with muscles, and the British teen, who Helen recognised as Toni Sinn, was the girl who had first tried to make friends with Akiko. The Desi’s had made fun of and mocked her, not knowing she actually was an experienced pit Fighter, and at present seemed to be taking a bit too much enjoyment torturing her brown skinned foe for her ignorance. As with all the new students Akiko might come into contact with, Helen had done background and scouting reports, Toni covered up her tell-tale amazingly ripped body in baggy clothes, and was always bespectacled. She also had common sense and brains, as she had skipped an invitation to the Summer Kumite, and reportedly had replied she will accept the invitation when she knew she could win it, but her fininacila check proved she was nearly pennyless, and was living in a small apartment with her twin older brothers, who were also enroled in the University, both now in their third year.
‘The Hurricane’ when in the Cage was the European Angel weight Champion, taking out women with ten years more experience, and that of course was only the semi-legal fights, goodness knows what she was like NHB, but as this appeared to be a ‘ no mercy’ affaire, the Indian cow was finding that out the hard way. The pain in Shilpa’s arm and shoulder must have been horrific but her screams also came from the British bitch repeatedly stabbing two fingers into the ass of the brown women and then curling them inside her foes hole before ripping and gouging them out. While tears coursed down the face of the other 18 year old, the pale redhead, who had pulled down her enemies knickers to below her ass cheek bent low and bit viscously into the left firm brown bum of the Indian. She wailed but as her little gang were still screaming for her to break free, she again refused the question from the referee. The tortured girl was too proud to submit as Ajay was looking straight into the destressed face of her loyal follower with disgust. Toni then also looked up at Ajay and smiled a taunting grin at the older woman, and then deftly flipping over the agonised Shilpa, who she quickly wrapped her up in a sleeper, but adding her own touch of extra pain by smacking hard heels into the sweet spot at the centre of the small blueblack glossy clit sheath of the Indian woman. The ref quickly stopped the fight when the Delhi teen slumped into unconsciousness, a merciful finish for the young chocolate skinned woman. Then to Helen’s the surprise the Ref produced a dog collar which he snapped tightly closed around the woozy teen and gave the other end of the chain to the white London girl. Helen knew that some of the more underground venues did slavery fights, but she had not expected to see first years involved so soon after having started Uni, slavery was usually the end of a prolonged bitter rivalry, not just after a few weeks of disagreements. Ajay’s crew were obviously so full of themselves that scouting out potential opponents was below them, as Helen could see the British bitch was fighting well within herself, and was probably a good match for any of the Desi gangs top girls, let alone a new recruit wannabe. Toni’s glasses though were not a Clarke Kent disguise, as Helen knew, she was actually nearly blind in one eye, and the other had had its retina detached, and looking at a file the University Principle’s assistant had got for her, the English teen was investigating the very illegal eye transplants the Uni’s hospital were offering, but would need to earn a lot of hard cash to pay for them.
Toni dragged her new pet after her out of the cage while her ex friends standing by the door spat on their defeated bestie, and two blonde boys, the identical twins Helen recognised as senior year students, and also Toni’s siblings, helped her with her new prisoner. Helen noticed Amina was not joining in with the other aggressive Indian cat’s, Shilpa she knew was Amina’s cousin. and they were inseparable, and that Helen realized would make her desperate. The fight must have been a vicious battle as while the defeated Desi wept in a small pool of her own blood seeping from her gouged ass, and Toni pulled on her dress and put on her tinted glasses, Helen scanned the two fighters’ brutalised bodies. Their pretty faces at least looked hardly touched, and that she realised must one of the ‘codes’ for these fights, so as to stop problems when turning up for lectures Monday morning, but all four tits on the muscled torsos of the two teens were red and sore and both Toni’s looked bitten, and indeed one of her bothers was applying plasters to both of them. Bruises and scratches covered both girl’s bodies but the biggest black and purple blotch started from across the brown girls dislocated shoulder and moved across half of her back. One of the pale brothers was applying a big cold compress round the injury, while at the same time comforting and caressing the still crying woman, and had taken off his own hoodie to drape it around her. When she had finished sobbing he sat her back, wiped off her face and gently removed her silk knickers to reveal a shaved puffy bleeding clit and what looked like ripped and twisted cunt lips, to which he gently applied another ice bag. Obviously Ms Sinn was no lady when it came to below the belt fighting, but then Helen looked across at the powerful pale skinned bitch, and saw her other bother was using some medical ‘superglue’ to secure a flap of the Brits clit while the pale redhead slumped back to the wall nearly fainting from the pain. The Desi had not restricted her teeth to the chest of the muslced European 18 year old, but had easily pushed aside the fire engine red nylon strip of her knickers to take a chunk out of the English girl’s sex. Helen always smiled when looking at the injuries and scars on pale skinned girls, they always looked so much worse than on dark skin, but actually both were just the same. Arimi’s own porcelain white skin was now semi-permanently covered by Helen’s golden brown Blasian skin dye camouflage, bite and knife wounds all covered up.
Helen clicked on her phone and using Bluetooth downloaded the clubs own camera feed, flicked back and checked out the fight, while scanning the crowd for any sign of Akiko.
There had been a scuffle at the door, an exchange of curses, and then the two girls had headed to the cage to settle their differences. Helen could see the obvious fear in the Indian woman’s eyes when the small redhead had stripped off her baggy sweats to reveal her hard toned muscles. Toni was very pale even for a European, and her mop of shinning red hair made her the perfect ‘carrot top’, with fire engine red teats on her near flat chest and her red sex meat emphasizing the smooth shaved cunt of the small powerful woman, as she teasingly revealed her sex while adjusted the small scrap of material that was her panties.
Shilpa looked in concern towards Ajay’s group of thugs who as if on cue suddenly rushed Toni, pushed her to the ground and proceeded to kick at the rolling and covering form of the small muscled white woman. The Ref was obviously a crony of the Desi gang, and made very little attempt to push the invading gang girls out of the cage before they had managed to soften the Hurricane up for their friend to finish off. However Toni’s two older brothers now raced in to her rescue, and pulled her out of the melee with no more than a few bruises, surprisingly though, one of them approached Shilpa and there was a hot exchange of words, but not of fists, and Delhi teen’s eyes followed the young man as he turned his back on her, and walked away.
Shilpa had stayed well away from this scrum, and Helen couldn’t help but notice that even as they came to scratch she was still trying to making eye contact with boy. The tall mocha beauty slipped out of her party dress, leaving her standing in the cage in just her small blueblack lacy knickers, in fact not covering very much at all, just a small frilly cup over her near shaved cunt, and a thin cord between her ass cheeks. Helen knew she had fought before, but in very low key fights, not in this type of arena, and when Ajay had tossed in the collar and chain to indicate a ‘slave fight’ it very much looked like she might have bolted right there, so even Shilpa did not know until that second what a desperate fight this was going to be. The tall Desi had a models figure, slim but toned, and just the right amount of muscle to make a great fitness model, with a firm 36 bust with very large black areola and finger thick teats riding high on them. Her friends quickly got her set for the fight, pushing on her fighting MMA gloves, and pulling on her foot supports, and then after a long swig of what looked like overproof rum, they slipped in her gum shield. The kick of the alcohol seemed to calm her a bit and her best friend and cousin Amina ,was whispering advice into her ear as the ref called the two 18 year olds to the centre of the cage to receive their final instruction.
Toni set herself for the start, but instead of the touch of gloves Shilpa stormed into the attack. She was obviously a very accomplished gymnast and her acrobatic kicks thudded against the protective arms of the shorter girl as she forced the redhead to cover up or have her head kicked off. After this went on for nearly a minute the Ref stepped in and warned Shilpa, to the jeers of Ajays crowd, that her attacks must be below head height, which got a laugh from the Desi gang who had already punched the white girl in the face during their illegal assault on her earlier. However Helen noted the Ref was also actually giving Shilpa a rest, as the frantic attacks had left her panting and red from exertion, while only managing to raise a few bruised on the smaller white woman’s muscled biceps. While Toni smiled across at her, Shilpa bit her lip in frustration, but when they restarted still kept the smaller woman at a distance with her long legs and athletic dodges when Toni tried to close with her.
Then the Indian woman scored with a low kick that snuck in below the pale girl’s guard and smacked hard into the front of the London females scarlet silk knickers. For a second the Hurricane froze from the pain of the low blow, and Shilpa, not believing her luck, closed to ram knees and punches into the smaller woman, bruising ribs and flattening horribly the white girl’s left boyish breast, so that it immediately started to swell and darken. However closing with a powerful puncher is not at all what Helen would have recommended, and the tall slim teen was soon paying the price as the fist fighter retaliated with combinations that had both the other 18 year old’s pert coffee breasts deforming and bruising from rights and lefts. While Shilpa tried to cover her baby feeders fresh agony erupted first with a vicious gut punch to her womb and then as she blew and tried to suck in air Ms Sinn smacked a powerful leg into the designer covered groin of her foe. Shilpa had no air to scream a protest but sagged to her knees both hands in her sex, tears flooding her eyes, and the redhead then nonchalantly put her flat on her back with a near comedy hip thrust.
‘You really want this?’ Toni yelled across at one of her brothers, while mockingly poking a toe into the side of the slowly recovering Desi woman, and then shook her head as all she received in reply was a glare of anger from her older brother. So this slave fight also had another hidden agenda, and was actually over possession of Shilpa herself.
Helen could see how Toni was compensating for her sight problems, but she guessed no one in Ajay’s gang were clued up enough to be able to spot how she favoured her left side and always circled to the right, and Shilpa was certainly not skilled enough to be able to read her opponent. Three times the tall Indian tried to scrabble to her feet only to be smacked back to the ground by a fist or a foot, and then suddenly Toni was screaming the place down. Shilpa may not have been a very experienced MMA fighter, but as a Delhi cat she knew how to catfight, and had snaked forward to latch her claws onto Ms Sinn’s hormone boosted lesbian dagger dyke clit. Quickly she had yanked down the pale women’s red knickers, hobbling Toni as they entangled her legs, leaving the rosy red sex lips and their peach sex rod now open to attack. The crowd erupted, mostly cheering on the brown girl’s dirty move, while a few were shouting at the Ref, who looked to Ajay for a guide as to what to do, as Shilpe continued her sex torture of the pale female, who had now fallen to her knees, sobbing trying to unhook the talons from her femininity. Ajay just smiled, nodded, and joined in the cheering of the Desi cat’s unexpected move, and then the south asain fitness model leaned closer and bit into the soft sex of the redhead to roars of approval from her fans, and screams of agony from the pale skinned muscle woman. This ‘no holds barred’ MMA fight had now definilty degenerated into a back alley duel.
So Toni gave up conventional MMA and stabbed two fingers at the eyes of the tall Desi, who dodged backwards, letting go her clit chew and screamed herself at the attack to her eyes, but Helen noticed that even in that desperate situation and in obvious agony Toni had ‘pulled’ the eye gouge well before it could really cause any damage. The ref shouted that no face attacks were allowed, but then shrugged and stepped back. The Londoner knew the real agony of a blinding attack and was not going to subject Shilpa to that terror, and Helen who was now watching for the ‘sub text’ below this fight also saw one of the blonde boy stifle a warning cry of his own, and not for his sister, but for the Indian bitch was had been brutalising her. For the next five minutes the two young women engaged in a brawling catfight, biting and clawing at each other’s young bodies, with no orifice being spared attack; scratched and bitten tits, pulling aside their brief panties to access, probed and gouged cunts, as well as rupturing fisting’s of each other’s asses. Eventually they rolled apart, both crying and blood smeared, panting at their exertions, and again Helen noticed how Shipla seemed to glare at the red heads brothers, as if accusing him of causing this fight, and he hung his head and looked away. Both young women adjusted their ripped and torn knickers, pulling them up to give just the smallest of coverings to their now bleeding sex, and realising that as this fight was now going to escalate nastily, that the thin stretchy material would be soon pushed aside again to allow their foe to administer further agony.
The Hurricane had really given up all her advantages of training and skill to involve herself in a gutter catfight, but then Helen wondered if actually her eye injuries meant that she could not long sustain the pace of a MMA fight in fear of further damage. Kneeling in front of her foe Shilpa latched her claws onto the small compact bust of the European and twisted and yanked at her milkers. Toni responded in kind and for a further five minutes the club saw a most primitive test of strength and endurance, but even though the Delhi Cat had started the contest, there was only ever going to be one winner. Though Toni’s claws may have been clipped, her strong hands and muscled arms were soon mauling and milking the now nearly hysterical Indian woman, forcing blood and fluid from her teats as she kneaded the once perfect breasts, to wails from the brown skinned beauty. Then Toni sat back and easily brushed away the Desi’s limp hands from her own sore tits and spat full into the sobbing woman’s face.
Helen knew where this leading too, and wondered at Toni completely giving up all her advantages, for having taken out another gutter bitches tits there was only one more step to take to prove you are the better cat. Shipla knew the challenge and sniffing back tears glared into the green eyes of the white cow who had just milked her. Both eighteen years olds wobbled forward on their knees to cheers from the mob, and abuse from Ajay’s gang, to touch bloody breasts to bloody breasts, and then wrapping one hand round the firm ass of their foe, delving behind their opponents black and red knickers, sinking a long finger into the other teens ass to hold her in place, and pushing aside the front of the small clit sheaf’s, to grab their enemies already brutalised sex, sinking hardened silk painted nails into their foes cunt. Cunt clawing was no science, a high pain threshold, strong hands, sharp claws, and a willingness to risk everything was all that counted, and though Shilpa had exceedingly sharp claws, her will to win had already been milked from her by her breast’s destruction, and Toni was just so much stronger. Within minutes the Desi was whimpering, then moaning, until eventually screaming with each forced raping climax her pale foe was extracting from her slim brown body. The Indian girl was bathed in sweat and a film of her own blood and juices, but would not surrender when Toni eventually stopped and let the ruined girl sway back on her heels, crying, while the Londoner displayed her bloody and jizz coated hands to the approving audience, and Ajay’s followers cursed, and Amina sobbed at the destruction of her cousin.
Toni now also looked across to her brothers and the one who earlier had appeared to be in eye contact with Shilpa shook his head, but he only received a mocking smile back from the small redhead in return. The Hurricane flipped the exhausted dark haired girl onto her front and then with her own sweaty ass placed firmly on her back pulled back both long arms of the the fitness model, wrenching and pulling them to their furthest extent. Shilpa was now again at the limits of her endurance, feet drumming the floor, as her back was yanked over, and her two arms nearly forced from their sockets. Somehow through pure fear of losing in front of the other Desi’s, Shilpa hung on, and refused to submit. Toni transferred effortlessly into a half nelson, tearing tendons as she wrenched the trapped arm of the other teen up her back, and this was where Helen had ‘come in’, and Shilpa had now no reserves left, and so when the small white women added an ass probing to this torture, ramming nearly a whole scratching ripping fist into the other eighteen year olds shitter, Shilpa had hysterically wailed her submission, and surrendered to the European catfighter
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