Girl Girl Continued...part 2

[cage]

I pre-sold the fight to my six big collectors all who had specialized needs. I was challenged to devise away to satisfy all their wishes, especially the ultra secret Doctor D. In the end I had to do something that violated my basic principles of living: I decided to pay the girls some prize money and admit that it was coming from paying customers. I of course told them the ten percent they were getting was a hundred percent of the bounties, so from a politician?s point of view I guess I told the truth, ten percent of it.

Surprisingly both ladies liked the terms of the final product: a face slapping fight, a breast slapping fight, a stand-up body punching fight with loaded fists, a knee and foot fight with arms tied to waist belts, a taped fist stand-up fight and a final fight of no rules anything goes with open hands and leather straps until the winner quit. Each test fight was to have five three minute rounds separated by five minute rest periods to prolong the action. An hour was allowed between fights. The winner of each fight got a thousand dollars and the loser got a progressive ten lashes for each loss with the leather straps to be used eventually the final fight for. If the match was a tie the money was split and both fighters got to use the lash on the other as if they had lost. The final fight would occur after a night of rest and treatment. The girls were to be locked away so nobody got to quit. They either fought and won or took lashes and no matter what they went to the final fight, which both plainly stated the other would not walk away after.

The weekend before the fall term was slightly complicated by freshman orientation, but I volunteered to handle our house?s participation. And after taking pictures of our ?Welcome Freshman and Parents? sign I took them down and locked down the house. Only me and my local customer-conspirators, none a member of the secret six,: a banker, three lawyers, two doctors, the county sheriff and a plumber who apparently had more money to blow than the any of the others showed up to watch the match and participate as corner men, time keepers, medical help, equipment wranglers and referees. They all wanted to smell the sweat, touch the skin and get splattered, good citizens all.

Chelsea and Jessica were separately met and escorted to the basement because we didn?t want to risk them settling their dispute outside the range of our eyes or too quickly. We planned to draw out the agony for as long as possible and the girls needed to be protected from their basic instincts to finish each other off.

The hot young bitches paraded out nude, both shaved smooth and with their hair on their heads shortened to no more than two inches, straight smooth blonde and curly shiny black. Both girls moved with the fluidity of savage big cats, well fed but more than willing to chase down and kill a creature for sport, tawny lioness and ebony panther. As jaded as I was, just watching them stand less than an arm?s length apart glaring at each other with quiet fury was enough to stain my pants.

My face slapping fetish backer had a minor degree in high heels so for him the girls stepped into five inch heels, gold and silver, that had been glued in place to a board keeping the girls fixed at slapping distance. Next their hands were stiffened with stays along the inside of their fingers keeping their hands flat. Tight gold and silver gloves were pulled over the stays providing a rough as sand paper slapping surface for the palm and back hand. Tanned, blonde Jessica stood sweating and smiling confidently wearing the gold. Ebony black and always furiously determined Chelsea had the silver. I had no idea who might win this contrived contest, but was sure both faces would be swollen, raw and bleeding before any of us knew the winner. My refs reminded both girls of the strict rules and the twenty lash penalty that awaited the rule breaker.

I had considered having them just slapping away, but instead decided on a simple exchange for slaps to please my slap happy backer. The winner of the coin toss got the first slap. The loser got the next two slaps and then after that they exchanged two slaps one with each hand until the bell. If someone fell or failed to slap back in ten seconds she lost her turn and had to stand for another slapping or take the twenty lash penalty.

Jessica won the coin toss and her right hand exploded against Chelsea?s cheek. The black girl?s head snapped around and I thought it might be over. Chelsea turned halfway around and then came back like a coiled spring with a backhand that hit knuckle first to Jessica?s smiling lips. The blonde?s head snapped backwards and she wobbled. When her face rolled back to the front and her eyes opened Jessica got the palm side of Chelsea?s right hand leaving a bright red imprint on her left cheek to match the blood on her busted lips. Chelsea was smiling broadly at the success of her first chance to punish her hated rival. The smile turned to stunned shock as Jessica?s right slap dragged across Chelsea?s left cheek skinning the cheek and started it swelling. The left came back and did the same. Crack! Smack! Splat! Thud! Back and forth the heads flew and the flesh suffered. Open handed full blooded slapping with feet fixed in high heels was somewhat more brutal than I had hoped. Neither girl missed a turn. The round ended with both faces rapidly swelling and blood dripping from lips, abraded skin and in Jessica?s case one nostril. It wasn?t until two minutes in that the shocked gasps turned to moans as they piled on the damage.

Chelsea?s nose bled from both nostrils and her right cheek ballooned during the second round. The black girl wasn?t hitting any weaker, but for some reason Jessica?s smacks seemed to be taking a bigger toll. My two lawyer-referees were delighted. Their white shirts and sweaty faces were covered in bitch blood. They had gotten their freak on for sure, but I thought even they might get more than the bargained for. Those nasty gloves were ripping swollen flesh now, not just skinny it.

By round four Jessica?s once beautiful mouth was swollen and twisted leaking from multiple splits top and bottom. Her stubborn nose continued only to dribble from one nostril, but her right eye was swollen half shut and she had a knot the size of her fist on the side of her left cheek. Her smooth tanned skin was bright red and leaking from a hundred skinned and ruptured abrasions. Chelsea was a fucking mess. Her black skin didn?t show the nasty bruising or bright redness, but the swelling and bleeding was still obvious. But the real story was the bright red dual rivers running from her nose across her busted mouth and staining her chest. Slick with sweat and stained with each other?s blood the two bitches still stood rock steady in their glued down high heels. God damn, talk about tight asses and hard calves and thighs! Even though they both gasped their hard bellies didn?t slough or shutter.

Chelsea?s first slaps ripped open both of Jessica?s swollen cheeks and rocked her hard. The bloody blonde took her time and replied with two brutal backhands, sending sprays of blood and snot all over my delighted referees. Chelsea?s head drooped and she lost her balance almost falling out of her shoes. She waved her arms and managed to stand straight enough to reply with her own two back hands, sending Jessica?s lips into near orbit. The blonde?s beautiful lips that had so wonderfully sucked my cock were split and ripped bleeding so badly that her tits were now red. Jessica didn?t wobble but hammered back sending Chelsea?s eyes bouncing like a bobble head dolls. The black girl fell out of her shoes for our first knockdown. Our rules had the referee stand her up and Jessica slapped her twice more trying to knock her out. Instead Chelsea?s blood splattered to both walls. She almost went down but came back with a savage backhand to the Jessica?s swollen right eye. Jessica?s head snapped around and she fell to the side out of her shoes. They stood her up and she took three straight shots. Now the blonde?s nose was finally gushing and I thought her right eye might have been knocked out do to the gore covering the right side of her face. She stood the slaps and hammered Jessica back. The round ended with them tied one knockdown a piece. No winner! Ten lashes apiece.

Chelsea won the coin toss. They were turned around one at a time in their shoes to take the punishment. Chelsea put a deep welt along the top of the blonde?s firm ass. They traded lashes until both backsides were swollen with raised lashes. Their sweat slick skin puckered and heated. The doctors went to work washing out the facial wounds and doing the best to stop the bleeding noses. No stitching or cauterization was performed, but ice packs and coagulants stopped the bleeding. Their faces were puffy, abraded and split open. Lips wept and continued to swell. Eyes were already slits and the faces were misshapen hulks compared to their former beauty. Neither girl wanted out. In fact, Jessica seemed upset that she?d have to wait a few rounds to get her fists into Chelsea?s face again. She wanted to erase the black girl?s face from that high school beating.

Having restrained themselves for the first fight it took thirty minutes for them to start trash talking. Even though their words were slightly slurred do to busted lips and slow and labored due to pain, they provided and excellent sound track during the last half hour, one that I could sell to another class of customer. Money was falling on me from a great height. I almost didn?t regret having to give ten percent of the backer?s money to the winner. Almost.

[MikeJV]

Ah, a Cage gauntlet.... I know them well. GREAT work, looking forward to the rest of the matches, some more than others. GREAT having yo back writing again.

MikeJV