A Lovers End (HC part five)
By JS2007

When Mahogany returned to their shared luxury apartment that night she had stopped dead in her tracks when on entering the main room she found Helen and the two Chinese lovers Jiang and Chunhua waiting for her. That afternoon Helen had watched the tape of Mahogany’s first Kumite, while the two women had explained the background to her, and it had hardened her heart. She did not wait for the big American to snarl an angry comment at the two Chinese women, who were looking fearfully at the Amazon as they could see her whole face twist into the angry fury that made her the terror of the University campus.

‘Agony!’ Said Helen in a calm considered voice, and the control on Mahogany’s left arm administered a direct dose of electricity to her system, causing the six foot 21 year to collapse to the floor shaking in uncontrolled pain. At the end of the five seconds of torture the ebony females muscles relaxed, and she frothed at the mouth. Helen pushed herself up from her chair, and using her newly fitted callipers and sticks, got up and wobbled across the room to look down into the tortured surprised Americans deep brown eyes.

‘Subdue!’ sent an instant flood of tranquilizers into her system, switching off the African heritage warrior’s brain and her eyes fluttered for a second and then closed, as she slumped still into unconsciousness.

When she awoke she had been lifted into a chair and tied in with strong ropes, which she realised had certainly not been in the apartment when she had left with Helen that morning. She was also gagged with a professional ball gag, through which she could only mumble protest to Helen and unrecognisable threats and curses at Jiang and Chunhua. The other three young women had set her up facing Helen’s laptop, and as her head had been fixed in place, she could do nothing but stare at the screen, which was on pause, announcing in Mandarin and English ‘Summer Kunite’, dated from three years ago, Mahogany’s first visit to the underground arena. Helen tapped the keyboard and the screen came to life, and immediately Mahogany was sent back in time, looking at her first love.

Ng Xiu was a very pretty but well-muscled and toned acrobatic fighter, short even for a Chinese, with a very boyish figure and cropped jet black hair. She was entering her senior year and at 22 the oldest fighter in the Summer Kumite, as the other two senior year students were a few months’ younger than she was. As the eight fighters lined up to find out who their first opponents would be, even though she was smiling broadly Helen could see the nervousness in her every move. She had been announced first as the senior fighter, which would normally have been the returning Champion from the last contest, but as injuries sustained in the Winter fight, some six months earlier had not fully healed, and also having won two previous contests, the Beijing born young women had decided enough was enough, and to retire at that point, bank her money and fame, and spend her nights in the arms of her blond Russian, oil millionaire, lover, and was already expecting his heir. The fighters were called out of their individual small cubicles in order of seniority, and as the selection of the 8 combatants was kept secret, and as apart from a returning champion, fighters were only ever called once to the Kumite, all were very proud to step up to the mark, and would have no real idea who they were here to fight.

Helen had quickly checked through the previous years records, provided by her mother’s sex slave, the University Principles assistant, and found that through Xiu had been ranked in the top 10 students most of the previous five contests, she had been out of the top 8 each time she had been fit to fight, and missed out on one due to an injury. Thus she had not been granted the extra funds and the luxury premium accommodation given to all entries into the Universities underground spectacle, but had lived for two years in the squalor of the basic accommodation. The University only rewarded those who fought in the Kumite, but due to the sales of matches on the dark web, it could well afford too, as they earned a very rich reward for the educational establishment. More importantly as Helen knew only too well, she had not had the chance to prove herself and gain the status in the eyes of her peers as a top fighter, and it must have been worrying her as she entered her last year that this was her last chance to gain fame, having seen others rise above her, and nearly all those her juniors, so even new students outranked her in seniority, as she had not yet been called to fight. Now all that was now put to rights, as the senior year fighter she took precedence in this arena, and as soon as Ng Xiu had receiver her invitation the University had moved her into one of its premium accommodations, and with her new status had been asked to supervise the initiation and acclimatization of a foreign ‘fresher’ student from America, who had quickly become her lover.

The 18 year old Mahogany was called out last as the youngest of the two new students who had been invited. She was not as muscled or developed as she was now, and looked nowhere near as hard or vicious, and as she looked around the basement arena used for the brital fights, and at the small select audience, seemed excited. But it was when she looked across at her fellow fighters that Helen saw her whole face twist from surprise to shock and then into the look she herself knew so well, that of fury, hatred and anger. This look was focused on the small muscled senior standing at the very opposite end of the line of combatants. Ng Xiu had turned at the announcement of the name of the last competitor, and seemed to be visibly shaken, and then put her hands up to cover her face and she sagged under the uncontrolled angry glare of the new fighter.

As luck, or more likely a rigged selection to insure a good starting fight for the very high paying premium subscribers of the live online web site, the first combat of the day was selected by the main judge, Ng Xiu Vs Mahogony. As the two now naked and oiled females came to scratch in the fight zone Ng bowed to her opponent, but the American just spat across the mat at the smaller fighter. Jiang could not keep silent any longer.

‘She had taken you in, you were her first girl and she was your first ever lover, and yet you would not even honour her with a bow,’ her lover added,’ You had three years ahead of you to make your mark. Why could you not even let her have one day in the sun.’

‘She lied to me’, came the garbled scream of fury through the ball gag.

‘She told you not to fight your first year as you were young and needed more experience; she told you you would get hurt. Do you not remember how lucky your second fight was against the already crippled Cuban, and was a near walkover due to her injuries? In the final you barely escaped with your life, only winning because of your lucky punch to Wu Li’s knee that left her outside the fight area and unable to crawl back in to continue, or make scratch for the final round.’ Chunhua now could not hold herself in, screaming into Mahogany’s face, ‘You were so badly beaten up you could not come to your first two months lessons.’ Mahogany was now furiously pulling at her restraints and nearly tipped over the chair, screaming abuse at the two lovers.

‘Subdue’ shouted Helen above the noise and the muscle goddess fell back unconscious into her restraints, and the screen was paused for ten minutes till the American again regained her wits.

At the start of the fight the 18 year old was one whirlwind of kicks and punches, but most did not find their target, and she also missed with three different attempts to take down the smaller women, who blocked and parried and dodged, but landing very few blows on the ebony girl. Ng was very skilled and though not particularly fast, was always one step ahead of the younger female, and twice to cheers from the small crowd, she left her bigger foe looking foolish as she swung at thin air. Mahogany was screaming in fury through most of this, while Helen could see Ng trying to talk to the furious American girl, and she was repeatedly telling her to calm down. She may not have fought in the Kumite before, but Ng’s vast experience of MMA fighting showed.

As this was the first day of the competition, with just one round to win, the aim for the fihters was a quick nasty brutal final finish, and obviously avoiding an injury that could impair the fighter for the following days fight. Mahogany however seemed not to care putting everything into attack, and Helen noticed that is was obvious her opponent was taking hits but not really hitting back even though she had lots of opportunities as the wild attacks left the big black Amazon wide open. Then a particularly hard kick that Ng absorbed on her already bruised left thigh overbalanced the bigger fighter and the smaller muscled acrobatic Chinese women took her chance, leaping on the back of her enraged foe. Swinging her weight dexterously, the Asian overbalanced the six foot muscle goddess, and they both hit the ground hard, but Ng Xiu was quicker to appreciate her opportunity, and snaked across the black women, wrapping her legs across her throat and grabbing and overextending Mahogany’s right arm in a near text book arm bar. As they fought it was obvious that the strong short Asian was not only a master at Wu Shu for ‘Striking’, but her ground work showed great skill in Brazilian Ju-jitsu. However in the Kumite a submission meant nothing, but the smaller women instead of wrenching out her black lovers arm from its sockets, cracking and ripping tendons as she did so, she switched her powerful legs to now wrap them across the wind pipe of the American. Ng was planning on choking out the bigger women, with as little injury to her opponent as possible, for as soon as the American slipped into unconsciousness the fight would be over.

However Mahogany was immensely powerful, and manged the get an arm between her neck and the oiled calf muscles of her naked opponent, and then rolled to regain her feet, with Ng still holding onto the arm but now with her back flat on the mat. Helen realised that in this type of fight the Chinese women should have just heel chopped to the throat of the black Amazon and finished her there, but she did not. Instead with a bellow Mahogany lifted the lighter women up off of the floor and swivelling her trapped arm crashed the left side of the Chinese women down across the hard point of her ebony knee cap. Helen winced at the move, designed to crack ribs and crush an opponent’s chest, but it got Mahogany free, even though she was left dizzy and coughing and sucking in air. The smaller women however now looked in much worse shape, and as Ng regained her knees, she had her eyes screwed tight in pain, both hands holding her left side.

‘You slept with her for two months, and she told you about how badly she was hurt by Poonam when she won the spring Mauy Thai Championship ‘, hissed Jiang, ’While she caressed your naked body and made love to you, all you did was plan on how to hurt her.’ But Helen noticed that even though Mahogany was silently glaring at the monitor, tears were now welling up in her eyes, and eventually she sobbed through the gag.

‘But I did love her,’ and then Mahogany broke down completely into hysterical crying.

As the fight continued the injured Ng, being the more experience combatant, now knew she had to finish this quickly, and ignoring her pain, rolled quickly across to her lover, who was still on all fours, and pressing her thumbs and fingers in each side of the ebony warriors neck, locked on an incapacitating nerve pinch, while flicked her legs around the six pack of the American and fixing herself in place. Helen knew the ‘dragon claw’ could be fatal and certainly would render an enemy incapacitated with brain damage and near coma very quickly, but having secured and incapacitated Mahogany, the muscled Chines acrobat changed to a much more conventional rear naked choke, her own sweaty naked torso and brown tits pressed up hard against the oiled and shinning bare back of her ebony opponent. The big powerful 18 year old however was not going down quickly, and slowly rolled them both over towards the edge of the fight zone where she hoped to force a break, while at the same time she was repeatedly firing in hard elbow after hard elbow into the now blue black side of her opponent, where she had already weakened Ng, and opened up her old injury. The old injury Jiang and Chuanhua had spoken of, had obviously been sever, and this new trauma had not just cracked, but broken the Chinese young women’s ribs, and judging by Ng’s rasping coughs, one of them at least had punctured a lung. On the very verge of unconsciousness Mahogany manged to roll them both out of the fight zone and the single command bell sounded to order them to stop fighting. Ng release her hold and lay back, in severe pain, but the big American having sat up between the twin steel coils of Ng Xiu’s legs, that had been holding her in place, sucked in a deep breath then turned to fire a rib smashing Karate punch straight into the lived bruises on Ng’s side.

Ng jack-knifed up, spitting out in a gush a spray of vivid red blood from her punctured lung as the fight attendants pulled Mahogany off of her enemy, and ordered her back to the centre of the zone to recommence the fight. The crowed were shocked at this flagrant braking of the rules, but this was the Kumite, and nearly anything was acceptable, even if not always resorted too. The judge’s did give the doomed Ng an extra bit of time to recover before also resetting her back at scratch in the middle of the mats. The Chinese woman was in a nightmare of agony, shaking and pale, sweating in extreme pain, not just from the heat and exhaustion of the fight, and obviously bleeding badly from internal damage. At the restart she was much slower and fighting on by will power alone, but Mahogany’s strikes showed no mercy on her lovers body, though a few punches from the small acrobat were also hitting home. Then a leg sweep feint concealed a big roundhouse kick that lifting the Asian women up of her feet to crash down flat on her back, and hitting again on the targeted left side of the five foot nothing women.

While Ng Xiu groaned, Mahogany grabbed her up off the floor by her hair, and then wrapped her ex-lover up on a crushing bear hug that had the smaller women finally screaming and crying out at the pain before the African American dropped the cropped haired fighter down hard onto her knee, in a cunt shattering atomic knee drop. Ng swooned and blood was now liberally frothing at her mouth, but Mahogany still kept her victim clasped to her, oiled sweaty nude torso to oiled sweaty nude torso, tit to tit and clit to clit, just as they had spent many a fantastic night fucking over the last two months. Then, lifting her now delirious enemy up, Mahogany repeated the knee drop, hard knee to soft sex three more times. Then to everyone’s surprise it was the big black Amazon who screamed in terror and surprise, once in shock and the second time in fear and agony. She dropped Ng roughly on the matting and staggered backwards sobbing, looking down at her once proud right teat, which Ng had neatly bitten through.

‘This time I will end you’ screamed the American in her Chicago accented English, and grabbing the defenceless older women by her neck hoisted her off the ground, and then inserted a whole gouging clawing hand inside the battered Chines females groin, and shook her like a rag doll. The judge was watching intently waiting for the acrobats eyes to roll up so she could sound the bell twice to end the contest, but just when Ng’s struggles seemed to be ending and her eyes fluttering, she was thrown to the ground by the ebony warrior.

Helen looked coldly across at the black women, now continuously wailing though the gag, as she watched the fight near its end. Mahogany was playing with a crippled dying woman, who only that morning she would have kissed and fondled.
‘Get up and fight old women. You have never achieved anything, you are a failure. Get up and face me’ screamed the ebony bitch, and somehow, reacting to the insults Ng swayed back to her feet, blood frothing at her lips at each forced breath, as Mahogany laughed. She grabbed the 22 year old by her short tussled hair and pounded more fists and knees into her now black swelling side, and then as the Chinese female fell to her knees, back kicked her full in the face, smashing bones and knocking out teeth. That however finally triggered the bell, as it was obvious Ng Xiu was out cold, but even as the fight attendants rushed in and Ng’s second tried to come to her rescue, Mahogany leapt up to land both her hardened battle trained heels into the destroyed side of her foe, and Helen had to look away as the rib cage gave way and the lung exploded with a gush of crimson fountaining from out of Ng’s mouth.

The two lovers were clutching each other tears running down their faces, both had seen this live in the arena, but to see it close up on the laptop was if anything more shocking for them. Helen face was set hard in grimace, but Mahogany was now silent, drained of emotion as she watched the para medics rush onto the mat to try and save the life of her lover.

‘I loved her, but she lied to me. She told me not to do the Kumite, she said I was not good enough, but.. but..I was.’ Helen got herself up-right on her callipers and stick, and crossed to Mahogany, but stopped herself from hitting the drained ‘all cried out’ black girl..

‘In that fight she could have finished you many times. Maybe you did not know that then, but now with three years’ experience behind you, you can see she spared you, and even when she went for the win, she was not going to hurt you,’ Helen sighed,’ What happened to her afterwards?’

‘She went to the Hospital, and I took over her apartment,’ Helen cringed, so this was where Ng and Mahogany had lived and loved, and where she and the big American lived now.’ But then she ran away, too ashamed at having lost to a fresher student.’ Helen looked up at this, and then across at the two lovers, who now glared pure hatred at the restrained ebony women. Helen gulped back a sob.

‘Did you really look for her? Where do you think someone injured as she was would go? Where do you think she would live if you have taken her accommodation? If she could, would she not finish her studies?’ and then finally Helen herself broke down into floods of tears.

‘Did you like her smile, her shinning eyes, that heart that beat so fast with yours? And are you really so naive not to ever wonder where the fresh ligaments they put into your arm and knee at the Hospital, or my replacement spinal cord actually come from.’ At this Mahogany sat bolt upright in her ropes and started to whimper, she really had not given anything a thought.

‘I hope her eyes now look out at a warmer more caring lover than you, and her heart now beats in a body that has found real lover to care for her, not like your cold heart.,’

‘Sorry, I have misjudged you… Get out!!’ ’ Helen leaned across and keyed in the release code on the control fitted to Mahogany’s arm and eased it off, before slowly walking with her sticks and callipers to her room, throwing herself onto the bed, face down overcome by her sadness. The lovers released the now near hysterical black women, took out her gag so that she could now really wail her sorrows, led her to the door of the apartment and gently pushed her out.

The black American had sat by the door of the apartment, on the open walkway in the freezing Shanghai winter, without moving, her eyes staring onto space for three days. She had cried at first, but then gone silent, and when the two Chinese lovers had wheeled Helen out from the room the next day she had crawled after them to the elevator begging for forgiveness, and that she really had not known what had happened to Ng. Over the next few days she continued her vigil at Helen’s door, weeping to be let back in, and refusing all food or drink. News of what had occurred spread quickly and others who she had tormented and brutalised by her vicious temper had come to spit on her and mock, and a Thai boy whose girlfriend she had left in a coma sprayed her with excrement. On the fourth day Helen had had to call the emergency medics after three of her previous victims had beaten the emaciated and dehydrated women senseless while she had refused to defend herself. Helen had witnessed the whole thing on her door cam.

A week later she had had to sign out the concussed American from the hospital, and over the short Christmas break had been in the unusual position as the nurse to her carer. The Amazon seemed hollowed out and a shell of her normal self, and had pleaded for Helen to refit her ‘restraint’, only calming down from near hysterics when the control device was firmly fitted back onto her arm. She then had fallen into a deep sleep and not awoken for 48 hours, Helen could not be so cruel as to throw her out again. Over the next few weeks leading up to the end of term and the big Luna New Year break, Helen had witnessed many confrontations between the black muscle goddess and her enemies, and each time the American had lowered her head and apologised, and even taken abuse and blows without reacting. Helen however had not let it end there, and each of the women she had crushed she had made her track down, apologise too, and from the trust fund from Mahogany’s large Kumite winnings, they had paid compensation for a ruined life. More importantly using Helen’s connections they had also managed to rehabilitate some of the dishonoured fighters, and enabled them to return to the University. Mahogany had abased herself in front of the Student Council and begged forgiveness and sacrificing her own honour had enabled her victims to return.
They had together started the more difficult search into what had happened to Ng Xiu, and the night they had finally confirmed that she had indeed gone into the University Hospitals donor programme Mahogany had just cried and cried, there would be no return for her first love.