Chapter Three: Golden Agony for Brunch by Mr. Cage – comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com

(See Chapter One: The New Nooner and Chapter Two: The After Nooner.”)

Teresa Longley followed the instructions in the embossed letter. They had arranged appointments for primping: manicure, pedicure, waxing, massage, hair, massages, etc. The promoters of the Bunny Challenge spared no expense. She put on the hand-delivered too elegant-and-fragile for practical use pale pink tennis dress. It was tissue thin with ridiculously low top barely held in place by micro-spaghetti straps. Her rock hard pink nipples threatened to puncture the sheer pink top. The accompanying shoes were pale pink strapless four inch heels. She could tell they would fit perfectly. All this spoke volumes to her about the quality of the promoters.

Her model perfect face and stylish short blonde hair looked back at her in the full length mirror. She lifted the too short skirt to reveal her smooth tight-lipped cunt and hard, flat lower belly. She turned a bit to look at her firm ass and muscular thighs. She spread her ass cheeks and fingered herself enjoying the sight of anal bleaching that had pinked that hole to perfection. She stepped in and out of the required four inch strapless heels. Her tight 5’8’’ 127 pound hard body frame was only slightly improved by the heels. Her 34D tits, the implants were perfect and there was no visible scar or healing line, rode high on her chest and looked like they were about to burst through the pink top. She fingered herself and came twice while just trying on the required clothes.

A number of well to do influential men had put together this match. Some were pro-players, one was a gambler she had seen on ESPN at the final table, others were business men, others were trust fund millionaires, some were government officials and surely some others just had money to burn. Teresa had a good job and a healthy bank account so she wasn’t fighting for money. She just wanted to destroy another woman, particularly another beautiful woman. And in truth, she was a pain freak and an adrenalin junkie. She wanted to risk losing to celebrate the escape and enjoy the suffering of the loser.

At this event the suffering included being on the wrong end of two hours of mauling as well as some level of sexual servitude to the paying customers. The fight was a torture trial. The first round was a ten minute slap fest to the breasts where they were to wear their heels and tennis dresses. Then the heels then came off. The second round was a fifty minutes of mauling only slightly different than the Ladies Club fights, “No blows to the head or neck, no bone breaking, no eye gouging, no face scratching or biting above the shoulders.” However, during the fifty minutes they were to wear mouth guards that prevented them from biting anywhere. A significant number of the customers wanted to see breast, cunt and ass smothers and no sane woman did that while the victim could still bite! The last sixty minutes were mouth guard free and biting below the neck would surely happen.

In her Ladies Club fights a single submission or KO ended the battle and everyone went their separate ways. This elegant torture party had different victory conditions and the loser definitely was not going her own way. The victor of the fight would be the woman forcing the most submissions or obtaining the most KOs over the course of two hours. After each submission or KO the loser and winner were separated and a minute’s rest with no seconds or aid was counted down. Then the fight began again and on and on until all time was exhausted.

The number of forced submissions and KOs would determine how much money the winner and loser got and how much penalty time the loser would serve after the fight. The fighters started out with a hundred thousand dollars a piece. Each submission cost you a thousand dollars and three cocks. The winner could essentially cancel out the three cocks’ service to the loser or take the cocks and get back the thousand bucks plus another thousand from the losers’ pot. The loser got no choice. She would be fucked and fucked until she had paid the price for all of her submissions and any the winner transferred.

It was ice cold outside on the day of battle so she wore a long expensive coat and normal heels to the hotel suit. She carried a large designer bag with her spike heels, make-up and street clothes. Underneath the coat she wore the slight pale pink tennis dress with no bra or panty. The cab ride allowed Teresa to bring her self off while the cabbie sniffed and kept looking in his rearview mirror. It was always good to get her first orgasm in before the fight because a shattering orgasm before the fight was over could be catastrophic. Always be prepared she chuckled silently as she felt the juice dripping out of her cunt onto the dirty backseat.

The Presidential Suite had been reserved and the floor cleared. Sixty plus men and a dozen women stood around in their Sunday Brunch casual best. Some were quite young and sexy. All were wealthy and/or powerful. Food and drink were being served. It could be a social party except for the unique arena waiting to be filled. Teresa got a quick tour and then was removed to one of the rooms. The arena was quite intimate and small. It looked to be air-filled circular construct about six feet in diameter with a three feet high clear containing wall, firm but not hard.

Teresa checked her make-up, changed into the spike heels and sat down on the edge of the huge bed that might be her home for several fucks. She was so excited she might have to finger herself some more if this fight didn’t get going. Instead she was weighed and measured. After all this was a sporting contest and men loved stats. The door opened and she heard a rich bass voice speaking over the mumbling. The currently un-indicted governor of the state was giving the introductions.

“Teresa is our home town fighter and the challenged party. She is rather famous for some brutal mauling fights so she is no novice. At a very young thirty she is a respected local lawyer. She stands 5’8’’ in her bare feet and weighs 127 pounds. Her measurements are 34D 23 34. She is wearing a pale pink tennis dress.”

Teresa walked through the crowd appreciating the stares and low mumbles, this was a high class gathering so cat-calls and propositions would be done by business card not shouts. She strutted on the heels enjoying the extra height and they way they tilted her ass upward. She arrived at the arena and stood silently feeling sweat forming under her arms and between her tits.

“Evangeline is our celebrity challenger. She has been seen by a few of us here in a number of private brutal mauls, but for most of you other than in as of last year’s Miss December this is your first time. She came from Canada to find fame in California. At twenty-two she is already famous and plans her first movie next year. She stands 5’9’’ in her bare feet and weighs 131 pounds. Her measurements are 36DD 22 34. She is wearing pale a blue tennis dress.”

The cheers for the big boobed Barbie Doll made Teresa furious. She would make the doe-eyed beauty scream in agony for each one of those cheers and claps. Evangeline was a blue-eyed, pearly teeth beauty, more than a match.

The bunny’s golden hair was long, terribly thick and loose, a big mistake from Teresa’s point of view. The woman’s supposedly natural tits were bigger, fuller and looked just as firm and high on her chest. The huge nipples were close to ripping through the thin top. The bitch also had raised cupola aureole and they were engorged already! They matched in tans and Teresa had no doubt the sleazy cunt was tanned all over and hairless too. Even her fingernails measured up to Teresa’s. Teresa had hers done in pale pink with pearl white tips to match her outfit. Teresa kept her silk-wrapped, lacquered nails long enough to scratch, but not to risk breakage in a fight. The bunny’s nails were similarly long and glossy painted golden blonde to match her hair with white tips to accent the claws. Teresa felt her hatred growing as she inspected each inch of her enemy. Then their eyes locked and Teresa saw a mirror in the bitch’s eyes. This was going to be a war between two like minded bitches.

“For this first ten minute warm-up contest you will stand in the circles on the floor in front of our well stocked bar. There will be an exchange of open hand frontal slaps to the breast of the attacker’s choice. You have ten seconds to return a slap or lose your turn. If you fall or grab anything for support it will be ruled a submission for victory conditions, so don’t lose your balance on those incredible heels, ladies.”

The audience chuckled as the top heavy combatants jiggled on their heels to the two smallish circles place on the plush carpet. The crowd gathered close by leaving an arm’s length circle around the two beauties. Teresa as the challenged was given the first slap. She smiled and then said her first words to the bunny, “Say good bye to your udders, cow!”

Her hand slapped down on top of the exposed fat left breast. The smack of flesh on flesh proved she had hit the cleavage and not the material. Pain flashed in the bunny’s blue eyes, but so did fury. Her manicured hand came in from the side and below, not a skin shot at all. The meaty thud sent Teresa’s 34DD implant bouncing up and to the left. Her nipple slipped out of the tissue thin top and now her pink eraser was rubbing on the top of the bodice. The audience mumbled appreciation. Teresa brought her left hand down from above again adding a hand print to the bunny’s fat right tit. Teresa then understood the purpose of the bitch’s first upper stroke slap. The same hand came down from above and not only slapped Teresa’s exposed tit flesh but caught her tit between slap and dress. Somehow she had been slapped, nipple pinched and then nipple burned as the skirt rubbed the underside of the nipple.

The bitch mocked, “That’s got to hurt, sports fans.”

The crowd erupted in laughter that almost, but not fully, covered the lightning crack of Teresa’s next slap. The red hand print on the bunny’s fat tits deepened and her laughter ended. The bunny used her other hand and tried to knock Teresa’s left nipple free, but failed. Teresa kept raining down the heat on the bunny’s bare skin not wanting to seem to copy the bitch’s excellent strategy. The bunny went back to the outside underside of the unexposed target three more times before knocking the nipple over the now sweat stained bodice. Heat was rising from both exposed bunny tit tops, but now Teresa was taking some severe strikes to her exposed nipples. Both girls tops were sweated through, but neither missed a slap or lost their balance. The ten minutes seemed forever.

At the end of it Teresa knew her tits were red and her nipples already raw and swelling slightly. She had probably lost on points, but points didn’t count. The famous tits of Evangeline that weren’t covered in pale blue were bright red with broken skin veins. Heat and sweat rolled off those big jugs and Teresa was happy to endure her greater pain just to hurt those magnificent breasts. Anyway the prelims were over and now the serious hurting would begin.

“Remove your shoe’s ladies and would a gentleman aid them in entering the contest ring. Please remember, absolutely no blows of any kind above the shoulders. No choking. No biting or scratching above the shoulders with the exception of unintentional scratching of the scalp.” Both women sneered across the space between them. They made silent promises to dig into each other’s scalps. “No bone breaking or joint submissions. Submissions will be gained by soft tissue pain or helplessness, not twisted arms or bent ankles. When I call a submission both will roll apart and have a minute to prepare for the next round. No one will aid you to your feet. If you can’t get to your feet you will still be fair game until you submit again. Now fitting these bite guards is going to be a bit difficult. I point out for the benefits of the audience and the ladies that once over the teeth a single shot of compressed air will keep the ladies lovely mouths slightly open. Should someone be in position to be over that hole there is no prohibition on filling it.”

That got a lot of laughter and Evangeline specifically smiled at Teresa like she had a big secret. Both women were helped over the clear air-cushioned arena wall. Their feet sank ever so slightly into the clear inflated floor. There was a little spring, but nothing that would be a problem. The men crowded around, no one was yelling yet. Teresa controlled her breathing. She noted with some pleasure that a sweat stain had appeared on the other woman’s skirt adding to the see through wetness of the soaked top. Soon enough those rock hard pink nipples spearing the bodice would be exposed and Teresa would have nipple vengeance.

“Ladies you may say your introductions.”

Evangeline snarled, “Cunt!”

“Fat tit whore!” spit Teresa right back.

The men sucked in their breaths and the real fight started. There wasn’t much space to maneuver. Evangeline went for Teresa’s top immediately. Teresa let her top be ripped open and tits exposed. She went for the bunny’s long blonde main grabbing two hands full, twisting her head, spinning and executing a perfect hair-hip toss putting the celebrity beauty on her round ass. The roaring men with a view got a full shot into the bunny’s tight-lipped smooth cunt. Teresa noted a large clit button sticking out from the almost lipless upper folds. She would use that nub to make the bunny wish she’d never been born!

Jerking on the blonde mane, Teresa kept her enemy off her knees and off balance. It was hard to kick in the confined area, but Teresa leaned back into a wall finding it gave but still supported her, lifted her right foot and hooked it around before delivering a heel stomp to the pale blue bodice bouncing below. The heel got caught in the tissue thin material and pulled it down so both tits popped out and then rolled over the top. The move got a gasp and applause. Betting went back in Teresa’s direction. Teresa raised her leg again.

Her second tit stomp never hit its target. The bunny shot out her right hand and captured Teresa’s ankle. Then the bitch thrust her long legs against the side of the small arena and slid on her wet ass across the plastic bottom and drove four stiff fingers of her left hand up into Teresa’s slit. Teresa yelped and avoided being penetrated, but she lost her balance and went down in a heap behind the bunny.

Evangeline turned quickly to take advantage, but as soon as she released Teresa’s ankle, the lawyer clamped her muscular thighs together, hooking her ankles. The scissor cut across the shocked celebrity’s lower rib cage and middle back. It wasn’t the best place for either girl. Teresa couldn’t crush the bitch’s guts, but the girl was having trouble breathing.

Evangeline raked her claws down Teresa’s sweaty right tit and fastened on the already raw nipple. Teresa gasped but was using her leverage to sweep the bunny off her ass and slam her to the mat. They were close enough that the bitch’s head was rolled up by the wall. Teresa endured the tit pain and mounted the down girl. Her tit was wrenched and the other claw came up for her other tit.

The mount wasn’t perfect since her right foot and calf were under the bitch’s back and Teresa’s knee was stressed, but she was on top and two fat natural tits bounced below her wet, tennis dress. Evangeline’s chin was on her chest so she had perfect view as Teresa’s white tipped pink nails plunged into the world famous 36DDs. The bunny moaned as her assets were scratched, probed and crushed under the weight of Teresa’s upper body.

Teresa’s breast exam told her that the tits were indeed natural and far more firmly packed with tubule’s, sacks, glands, and matrix than any other tit she had gouged. The bunny was a fucking freak! Teresa really hated tits that were bigger than hers and the fact they were natural and better than money could by sent her over the top. She went wild trying to rip the thick based bags from the chest wall. The bunny grunted with each jerking pull, but she didn’t loose her concentration.

Teresa felt the pain in her tits increase as nails dug into the underside where her own connecting tissues hooked her store bought beauties to her chest. The finger nails were sharp and practiced. She was being sawed! Teresa added a brutal twist and a pull to her attack and was rewarded with a howl by the bunny. Then pain exploded in Teresa’s back. She pitched forward into the air-filled wall. The bunny’s long legs had somehow driven a brutal knee into her spine. For a moment her arms just wouldn’t respond. She felt the bitch’s face sliding under her cunt and tried to capture the head, but now the claws were on her ass.

Teresa got her arms back. She pushed on the wall with her left and shot her right down between her and the wall to grab a wad of wet blonde hair. The bunny kicked and jerked, but now her forehead was still under Teresa’s ass and Teresa had a full hand of blonde hair as a bridle. Unfortunately the bitch could breathe. Teresa tried to slide her ass back over the whore’s nose and open mouth, but the nails clawing her ass held her in place. It was a stalemate for a few minutes. Then Teresa realized her ass cheeks had been spread. She started to move, but it was too late. A long finger tipped by a gold and white manicured nail jammed into Teresa’s pink asshole.

Teresa could not stop the scream from coming out of her mouth. Neither could she escape rising up trying to climb off the ass raping finger. She did manage to hold the hair so as the finger left her ass the tangled blonde rope of the bunny’s hair actually did a simulated wedgie. As the bunny sat up her long hair twisted in rope slid along Teresa’s cunt lips. Teresa actually enjoyed getting her cunt juice on the long hair and jerked up harder knowing she still had the bitch trapped.

However, Evangeline was not helpless. The incredibly limber long-legged beauty rolled up and jammed both feet up into Teresa’s armpits from behind. They looked like a ball of female flesh for more than minute as neither could force the other to surrender their position. But when Evangeline again got her finger close to Teresa’s asshole the lawyer let go of the hair and found herself pushed up tits first into the wall. Evangeline’s legs were so long and strong that the bunny essentially rolled over as she thrust Teresa up and half over the wall. Teresa ended up hanging tits first over the wall with her scratched bare ass exposed for the roaring audience. She kicked back blindly luckily just missing Evangeline’s face. The kick landed a glancing blow on the rising woman’s shoulder and drove her back on her ass against the other side of the small arena. Teresa managed to get turned around and on her feet just as her enemy stood up. The crowd applauded them both.

Teresa was soaked. Her tits were in agony and her ass wasn’t much better. She was also decidedly tired and huffing and puffing. How long had they been fighting? She was used to five minute rounds and without a clock imagined they must have been going for thirty minutes at least. She later learned the opening clash had lasted for almost seven minutes before both girls took a standing minutes rest sucking in air and glaring at each other.

Teresa noted Evangeline’s hair was tangled mess and limp down her back. More importantly the bitch’s fat tits looked like red balloons. She had marked the girl for sure. Deep scratch marks, bright red skin, bruises forming all around the globes. Teresa still hadn’t got her claws into the rubbery flesh of those pink nipples. Her eyes focused on the nipples like they were targets. She threw aside her exhaustion and advanced. Evangeline snarled.

They clashed with a splash of tits and wrestled for position, scratching each other’s arms and shoulders. Knees drove into flat hard bellies, muscled thighs and even grazed hairless cunts. The battle was distressingly even from Teresa’s point of view. She was becoming winded again and she couldn’t out wrestle or over power the balloon tit bitch in front of her. Another knee to her slit forced Teresa back to the soft wall. Evangeline showed her a new tactic by delivering an elbow grind to the tit even as the hand attached to the elbow held Teresa’s left arm by the elbow. Then a belly, mound and tit slam further winded Teresa. She was being worked over and it scared her!

Teresa released her hand hold on the bitch’s left arm and endured a strike to her ribs. She again went for the mane of wet hair. The bunny cursed as her head was jerked backwards and she lost her position. As the celebrity shifted she opened her thighs and Teresa’s knee cracked perfectly into that big clit. Finally she got a gasp and felt the other blonde weaken. Teresa slide along the wall and tried a power move with the long blonde hair. She hoped to throw the bitch on her back. Instead the jerk got a scream and a stagger backwards.

Teresa took advantage with repeated right fists to the belly, ribs and tits as the long-haired beauty scrambled to regain her balance and take the crook out of her neck. Teresa made sure that wasn’t easy as she jerked and pulled the hair moving always without warning dragging the celebrity fighter off balance just in time. Teresa jerked again, but this time Evangeline was ready and she dived with the jerk ramming into Teresa’s right hip and taking her hard into the side of the small arena. They bounced off the wall and fell side-by-side with the bunny at Teresa’s cunt level. Teresa was immediately glad they couldn’t bite yet. Her relief was short-lived as claws attacked her clit.

The bitch had dug in under her sleeve and gouged the pink meat directly. Teresa rolled her back and pushed off the wall to slide away, but the bunny’s tits smashed down on her own and she was body to body with the wrong body on top. There was a long period of writhing as they clawed and punched each other, but Teresa couldn’t get the bitch off her and they slid around the now pink tinged clear sweat drenched plastic. The weight of the other woman combined with exhaustion to further weaken Teresa.

Inch by inch, the hated bunny maneuvered herself into position and suddenly the big balloon titted celebrity slut was astride Teresa’s sweaty belly. A long tit mauling session began. Teresa held her own for awhile since she gouged her thumbs up under the raised aureole and into the tubes beneath the fleshly mass. She could see the agony it was inflicting on the woman above her. The look made up for the crushing, clawing, pinching and twisting of her 34DDs. Teresa tried to knee, but the bitch was too far up her body. She bucked but Evangeline swayed above her and stayed on top. Growing desperate, Teresa pressed up from below extending her arms trying to lift the other woman off her by the under the nipple thumb hold.

She was rewarded with a desperate moan and about three inches between the wet cunt of her attacker and her own wet belly, but the arms were too weak to hold. Evangeline came down with a wet slap and suddenly slide up Teresa’s belly rolling up Teresa’s fat 34DDs between the V of her legs. Suddenly Teresa’s mouth and nose was in that wet slit and her short hair was being pulled hard upward. It was an expert face sit smother. Teresa’s legs kicked. She bucked. She writhed. Sweat and pussy juice were dripping into her forced open mouth. She mistakenly made spitting sounds which alerted Evangeline she was in position.

Teresa heard the bunny shout, “Drink it bitch.”

About a third of the crowd must have expected something like this because they shouted, “Look out below and laughed.”

Suddenly hot piss was filling Teresa’s nose and mouth. She sputtered, swallowed and lost her breath. She stomped her foot three times fast. A disembodied voice asked, “Was that a tap out?” She slammed her foot down three more times.

The stinking cunt was off her immediately and she rolled over coughing and spitting. Unfortunately the sweat and blood was now liberally mixed with golden celebrity piss. Producers might pay for beauties to piss on their face, but Teresa had no taste for another woman’s piss. Rather than escape the pungent stuff she rubbed her hair and face in a pool of it before she raised her head and pushed up to her hands and knees almost passing out with the effort.

The disembodied voice said, “One fall to Evangeline, with her famous golden face sit.”

Laughter and applause followed. Teresa heard bets being settled and the audience actively wondering just how badly Teresa would be beaten. That reminded her that the fight was not over. She thought about saying they should take out the mouth gags because surely the fifty minutes were over.

Then the disembodied voice announced, “The next round begins in twenty seconds. Twenty-eight minutes and ten seconds remain in the second round.”

Startled, Teresa pushed up and turned to face the haughty looking bitch that had just humiliated her worse than she had ever experienced. Despite her exhaustion, Teresa felt a burst of energy from her enraged soul. She would take the smile of that cocky whore or die trying!

To be continued in chapter 4, the Second Course.