A Night in the Cage Part 2 (HC part 18)

By Johnsmith2007

Akiko glared at the Indian girl and bit back her pain, but tears were welling in her eyes. While they had come forward to touch gloves Amina had placed a hard kick up into her crotch and was now glaring back defiantly at the taller 5 ft 6inch Eurasian student, who had started to snivel. Helen really didn’t know what to do, as her protégée had no choice but to accept this no-holds bared cage fight challenge, and quiet simply she was no match for a trained combat sports specialist like the Desi teen. Amina may have been two inches shorter than the other 18 year old, but was much bigger all round, a lot heavier, muscled and more developed than the blonde girl, and a lot of that extra weight was in a well-rounded ass and an impressive set of 36 inch tits, as well as a her six-pack toned physic of a hard body. She glared, hands on hips at the taller girl, who was hunched over, with her own hand in her crotch and trying to rub away the pain in her sex, looking with begging eyes at Amina, who looked every part the avenging woman. Helen could tell though that Amina was also worried herself about taking on this fight, her own status as ‘pledge’ rested on winning this fight, and she kept casting concerned looks across to where her defeated and enslaved cousin was being treated for her injuries. Any chance of freeing Shilpa from her fate would need her to have a decisive win over the American, as she knew Toni was ‘in heat’ for the Hafu, so she might be able to trade.

‘Just shut up and fight,’ screamed the raven haired, chocolate skinned Desi, and as Akiko straightened up and started again to try to convince the angry girl of her innocence, the MMA fighter pivoted and struck another hard naked heel into the pretty half Asians slit, but this time with all her force behind it. There was a wet thud as it impacted on the red meat of the American blonde, who was too shocked by the pain even to scream, but was knocked fully off her feet to land on her knees facing her foe, whimpering at the pain. The cocktail of drugs and hormones that Akiko had become accustomed too in Japan when involved in a fight was strictly not allowed in China, and so the tall boyish figured ‘created’ Eurasian Japanese American was now feeling every blow. The aggression and ruthlessness the drugs had given her we were now also missing, and the trauma from her implant had robbed her of all her natural Siren confidence. This was something she was only slowly realising, as this was her first real fight without the aid of FightDrug, but Helen could see her rub the back of her neck, and knew what was going to happen next, so shaking her head the 23 year old auburn haired Afro Asian ‘Blasian’ looked down to avert her eyes, as she realised the girl was that desperate she was going to try to reactivate her ‘Charms’. Akiko pushed her self slowly up from the mat and gave the Desi teen a broad grin that turned into a winning smile, and then flicked back her light golden blonde hair, Helen had guessed that Akiko was hoping the implant at the top of her spine was not going to initiate as this was a ‘fight’ situation.

Helen heard her gasp and then try to get out a word, but all that she uttered was an incoherent mumble, followed by a very American ‘Fucking Bitch’, which Amina took as targeted at herself and so with a scream of furry proceeded to pound Akiko with a two fisted assault to her lower bell and then breasts before knocking her tall enemy to the ground with an old fashioned right hook. The Eurasian American teen had not tried to defend herself, the fight had actually not even yet officially started, but even so Amina was too occupied by her own fury to notice her opponent had frozen rigged even before she had floored her, and was gasping with agony, the pain of her implanted neutralizer being a far worse agony that the muscled bitches gloved fists.

Li jumped in and pushed the fired up Indian girl back, shouting she would tell them when to start, while Helen rushed across to check on the girl who now had a bloody busted lip to add to her already bruised torso and crushed sex. Li looked back with concern, and then gave Helen a quizzical look as Akiko shook and spasmed on the floor before slowly relaxing as the neural shock tuned down. The red eyed tearful teen looked accusingly at the twenty something women who had propped her up and then helped her across to her side of the Octagon, and sat her on her stall.

‘Couldn’t you at least disable the Controls while I’m fighting? I’ve not used my skills once since I have been attending classes,’ Akiko teared up and glared at Helen,’ Fucking Bitch.’ Helen could only smile and shake her head as she sprayed pain killer across her student’s lower body and rubbed in some more oil on her pert bruised nude breasts while Jiang pressed the cold ice bag up between her legs and Chunhua massaged her shoulders. Toni who was craddeling her lovers head glared across at Helen

‘What have you done to her bitch ?’ Spat the redheadat Helen, ‘that was no normal reaction to a punch and she started to react even before the first punch landed.’ Li had also come into their corner huddle, and mouthed to Helen, ‘is she fit to fight, is she sock?’ But to both the dark skinned Blasian just shook her head, and concentrated on looking after her charge.

‘She is a trained MMA fighter, but has yet to progress to the nastier side of fighting. Make this a catfight and target her chest, clit and ass and you will have levelled the playing field.’ Hissed Helen, but then Chunhua leaned across and whispered.

‘There is a reason the Kumite is fought on mats, for Cage fighters they think of the cage as the boundary of the fight area, keeping them in and the mob out, but it’s hard rough steel, and they have chosen NHB rules so you can do anything,’ Helen gasped, what a good plan, and of course she had forgotten that for the best part of a year Chunhua had had to earn a living fighting in the nastiest most brutal bars in China, before she had managed to get her back into the University. She knew only a few of the dark stories that haunted the woman who Mahogany had nearly ruined, but she had saved.

‘She’s right, whip her into the ropes or the ring post or should I say Cage or Steel Support. We only practised this last week, and it’s the most basic move in a ring rules fighting.’ Helen loved the plan. It would also make Amina look a fool in front of her prospective gang, and as a new ‘pledge’ loosing would not just ruin her rep but maybe even her future at the University, just like poor Shilpa.

The two girls came to a formal scratch this time and the seconds left the octagon to Li and the two gladiatrices, and then the Kumite champion yelled ‘fight’, and stepped back. The smaller vicious girl attacked and Akiko dodged away, and Helen could see the doubt in her eyes, she did not want to hurt the muscled cow, but when Amina planted a fist into her left tit compacting the small 32 inch mammery flat as a pancake and leaving it bruised and veined, Helen saw the resolve to win eventually replace the doubt. They exchanged fists and kicks, with Akiko always retreating but Amina getting more and more frustrated that she could not floor the Eurasian teen. Both eighteen year olds were fast fighters, but luckily for Akiko she was just that bit faster than the shorter more muscled Indian and so being able to deflect most of the more powerful woman’s blows while peppering Amina’s tits and face with less powerful but still telling shots of her own. The muscled brown fighter was getting more and more frustrated at missing more times than she connected, and as this was NHB, had now blood dripping form her nose and a swelling eyes from their quick duelling exchanges, and for her reward Akiko’s swelling cheek was no compensation. In this near stand up Maui Thai style fight the taller girl had the advantage, and even though Amina had winded the tall wiry Akiko with a heel kick the AngloJap had managed to kick her repeatedly in her left calf as she led in to throw punches. Amina could feel the weakness in that leg building and blotches and bruises slowing her down even more behind the faster young women’s blows.

Then the two had closed for a dancing knee lifting match which from the croaks and groans from the tall lightweight the Desi had definitely won, only for a hard knee lift to the hairless crotch of the blonde American Eurasian to be swiftly repaid in full by a thrust kick full onto the trimmed vee of hair that did nothing to stop Amina’s hot thrusting clit from being crushed against her public bone, and throwing her off her feet to the floor, eyes screwed shut, gloved hands both in her groin trying to rub away the pain. The partisan crowd now gave a cheer for the underdog, much to Ajay’s anger, and some neutrals starred to switch support to the taller thinner young woman. Akiko’s inexperience at this point showed, she stepped back to allow Amina to recover and get back to her feet as if this was a ‘rules’ fight, while her corned screamed at her to finish the bitch. ‘Kick her head off,’ screamed Toni, louder than any of the other shouts of encouragement from Helen and her crew. Akiko, shocked by the shouting turned to look out of the cage at her supporters and gave Amina the perfect opportunity to smash a hard knuckle into the oiled shinning red clit of her foe, and leave the tanned girl rolling around in the cage sobbing with her hands now firmly in her shaved smooth groin trying vainly to hug away the agony. It was lucky for the tall wry girl than her more muscled foe was herself struggling to recover from a ‘cunting’ and therefore could only stagger to her feet by the aid of the cage, grimacing at the pain flooding her sex.

‘Please get up, please get up,’ sobbed Toni through the cage, and reached out to touch Akiko’s shoulder, who slowly reacted and pulled herself up to her knees looking straight at Toni’s stricken face. Helen could see the Eurasian seemed to not to understand the worry and compassion in the face of the battered white girl, and the ‘Blasian’ could tell that the young beauty had no idea how to react to a very obvious genuine show of affection from the hardened fighter, her Serine training had only taught her manipulation of others, but she was slowly realising their were other feelings apart from the joy of ‘control’. However before Akiko could respond Amina had cleared her head enough to stagger across and smack a kick hard between the sweaty shoulder blades of the kneeling woman. Akiko moaned and arched her back and Amina smacked in another hard barefooted kick into the spine of the downed girl, and then as she rolled on the floor stomped onto one of the pert breasts of the AngloJap female, forcing a small scream from the dodging young woman. The chocolate princess then smiled a cruel vengeful grin at the stricken Toni through the cage, and gave the white girl a knowing wink, before turning back to the business of destruction of the redhead’s woman.

‘You are such a wet pussie,’ screamed Amina at the rolling and dodging light weight,’ Did you really think I could ever be friends with such a ‘sub’, and you wanted me to be your lover,’ At this Amina laughed and rubbed her hard dagger dyke clit, ‘I need something more than just a pretty face, not a desperate for love rich girl, spoiled beauty.’ And with that the brown fighter grabbed hold of the blondes braids and pulled their faces close together. ‘ I despise people who are weak like you’, she yelled into the tear stained face of the other teen, who was round eyed in shock at this further confirmation of the betrayal of her friendship. However through all the shouting laughter and cheering at Amina’s ridicule of the kneeling fighter, one voice cut through the noise in a raucous ‘cockney’ East London Accented English.

‘Punch the saggy titted cow in the cunt’.

And that was exactly what Akiko did, her right fist coming up from the floor in a text book upper-cut, flush in the sex tool of the Desi, while her face contorted into a fierce scowl. Amina’s eyes bulged grotesquely and her mouth gulped like a fish, and as her senses were in pain overload, Akiko hesitated for a second and then followed the right fist with a similar left, full onto her ex-bestie’s sex meat. Amina had been she gutted a second time, and flew back like she had had an electric shock, crashing to the mat, rolling and screaming, as blood pooled out of her damaged tool. However, a reflex punch had taken Akiko under the chin and sent her crashing back into a cage support, where he sat dazed and moaning, exhausted by the intensity of this frantic ten minutes of fast passed brutal action.

Both young women were slow to rise, rubbing and caressing their wounded hot, oiled, bloody and injured naked bruised and bleeding bodies, sucking in much needed, air as their supporters urged them on. Then with a yell Amina charged at the tall wiry girl to bring her down, but Akiko who was swaying on her feet, dodged at the last second and deftly grabbed quickly hold of the long braided pony tail of the Desi, and spun the Indian full force face first into the steel wires. Helen had waited patiently for her advice to be acted on, but she realised it was only now, as a finisher that Akiko would use this vicious dirty tactic. The crowd gasped, and some laughed until Amina staggered back her forehead dripping blood and nose and mouth split open, and then Akiko standing drop kicked her full 36 inch chest flat crashing the Indian teen’s spine into the steel support. This time there was silence as the hot favourite and crowd pleaser wobbled eyes screwed shut with pain as she arched her injured back, wandering towards her waiting opponent. The taller girl grabbed the raven tresses again and wound the braids of the Indian around her fist and then swung Amina again into the cage support. Amina was now nearly out on her feet, seeing stars, but Akiko was not finished with her yet, and she grabbed the already bruised right breast of the Desi princess, and with cold detachment, and with wails and screams from it’s owner, the golden tanned Eurasian scrapped the soft milker across the wire and metal of the cage, holding her in place by the grip on her hair, leaving Amina in agony at the abuse of her baby feeder. Then pinning her arms above her head with a full nelson , Akiko used a text book ‘show wrestling’ suplex on her opponent, bouncing the chocolate skinned girl head first onto the hard mat, further traumatising her spine and neck, and leaving the Delhi student a nude wreck, sprawled on the floor.

The dazed Desi teen was now quickly folded up by Akiko in a pretzel, ass facing the ceiling and face pinned below Akiko’s dripping sex. Amina was now bent double her hands pinned and her injured back spasuming with the torture as Akiko put all her weight onto the pined folded body of the Indian girl. Amina began to whimper with the pain, and tears welled into her eyes , and then Akiko nuzzled up to the upturned greasy ass of the MMA fighter and licked and sucked her gently on her bruised sex, and then just as suddenly released the captured Desi’s legs so that with a gasp of relief the other teen could unfold her body from the press. Akiko sat back and looked down at her bewildered beaten opponent.

‘I… I…. I’, and then eventually forcing her way through her impediment spat out in a torrent,’ didn’t want that old bitches man, I wanted you.’ Akiko gulped in a breath and slowly lowered her head and kissed the other teen gently on her cheek before leaning back and then broke down into sobs of frustration as she could now only produce garbled croaks, and her face twisted up in contortions and turned bright red as she struggled to get out her words, while her control device flooded her system with inhibitors, and then with both hands to her face descended into sobs and tears.

‘I thought I lubbed you, but.. but… you don’t even like me…’, came out through the snivels, of rejection, before she gave a short scream as the auto cut out zapped her system, as even against all the signals to the contrary, Akiko had tried to charm the other bloody fighter, even though she must have known any attempt was useless and doomed to failure. She collapsed back shuddering at the electric shocks hit her brain, and the subduing toxins flooded her already battered body. However this was wasted on Amina, who freed from her grip, gave the writhing gurgling Eurasian a cruel grin before powering a most vicious fist under the Japanese American teen’s chin, to send her into unconsciousness. She had eyes on the prize, a victory in front of Ajay, getting her cousin back, and acceptance into the Desi MMA gang was all she cared about, not some idiot stuttering American who was great to laugh at, but as a lover, never. Akiko lay motionless and the crowed now were mixed as to who to support, while Ajay’s crew tried to shout down any one who tried to protest, and Li as the referee stormed across to Amina and started to scream at her that she had been pinned and finished, but all this counted for little, as the result was one woman who could wobble to her feet, and another in a crumpled heap on the floor, such is NHB no rules fighting. Jiang and Helen had to hold on to a sobbing Toni who was trying to get away from them and into the cage, and was prepared to fight all of the Desi women to get to her love, but then there was a roar and a cheer from the nasty end of the crowd.

‘Ream Her! Ream Her! Ream Her!’, was now being chanted by the Indian’s in the mob and the small gym seemed to echo with the tribal chant. Helen was at a loss as to what this meant, but she could see Li arguing with Ajay, and trying to keep the cage door closed, and then Chunhua suddenly left their small group and was throwing herself across the crowd to get to the door and help the referee keep order. Then to a big cheer Helen could see that one of the Desi bitches come out from the changing rooms with an obscenely large red strap on plastic cock, and to another cheer from the mob, she hurled it over the top of the cage to land by Amina’s feet. Li was distracted by this just long enough for the door to be prized open, and a group of the Delhi females barged her out of the way, but as Chunhua arrived quickly to support Li, the two Chinese fighters stood back to back against the mob, whose courage cooled when they realised that they were facing two Kumite veterans. Amina seemed to be a bit surprised, in fact shocked, and while Li and Chunhua were now surrounded by ten strident coffee coloured Desi’s, she found herself suddenly being hugged and encouraged by her seniors to ‘finish’ the American cow, and the red truncheon strapped onto her, and Akiko roughly pulled to her feet and bent over to proffer her sex and ass to be violated.

Toni had stopped her frantic struggling to get free, too shocked by this development, but Helen was just in a daze. The large implement seemed to impale the tanned and freckled eighteen year olds sex and suddenly she was ripped out from her state of delirium by the agony of a hard dry fuck. Amina pushed in the ribbed weapon and then, encouraged by Ajay, began to pick up the pace of thrusts as Akiko whimpered and begged her to stop, both arms of the Eurasian were twisted and pinned behand her back by the stronger Indian woman as she pounded her. Toni recovered first, and started to scream with fury while fighting and push her way through a now laughing crowed, who were certainly getting more for their money than the usual MMA catfights. Toni was shouting threats at the Desi’s, but the sheer numbers in the crowd blocked her move to help, while Jiang pushed after her. However it was the two Kumite fighters who stopped the degradation of the new student, as a team the two women struck out viciously at the Desi gang who had tried to box them in, four women were on the floor with smashed faces before anyone could react, and this quieted the crowd in expectation, maybe they were going to get an even bigger treat, two Kumite fighters dismantling the campus queens.

‘Stop them now Ajay, this has gone too far’, shouted Li, and the last thread of sanity in the dicot woman pulled the gang boss from the brink. Rough fights were things the University expected, even encouraged, but public rape was not something they could turn a blind eye to, especially as so many phones were recording every detail of what was going on.

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