THE BIG SECRET - CHAPTER NINE by mr. Cage

[cage]

This work of fiction involves extreme violence and sexual activities between a male and female who for different reasons have agreed to participate in a savage battle for sexual dominance. As always, this is not for the squeamish, the sensitive, the empathic or the immature. Please do not read on if the written word is likely to harm or disturb you. This is a fantasy, not a how to do it book.

THE BIG SECRET ? Chapter Nine by Mr. Cage

How did I get this way you ask? Well like most stories it begins with a little acorn. No, sorry, maybe I should use the one about the bent twig and how the tree grows. In any case this is the way I remember it.

In Chapter One I described my discovery of a secret floor under our guest house and the treasure find of recorded material hidden behind an electronic lock. In Chapter Two I took the exploration to another shocker: a brutal fight between my mother and grandmother. In Chapter Three Mom had two brutal fights with Rebecca and managed one win and a draw even though she was pregnant. In Chapter Four Mom and Dad fought Althea and Jim. It was a brutal affair and ended in my Dad winning and humiliating Jim and Althea winning and humiliating and hurting Mom. After that terrible beating I couldn?t imagine Mom facing any woman again, especially the very tough Rebecca. Rebecca had destroyed Mom in their first fight and nearly broke her in the next two fights. Rebecca and Mom hated each other so there was no way Mom could expect mercy. Then in Chapter 5 I watched my Mom and Rebecca, both terribly battered from battles with other women within the week, fight a brutal no rules fist fight in front of a paying audience. Mom?s fists had won the day and she left Rebecca destroyed in the middle of a blood-soaked ring. As part of the fight consequences the entire audience had their way with Rebecca. As a result of the beating and the aftermath, Rebecca had apparently left the fighting lifestyle. In Chapter 6 the family came back from their fight and I realized they had been beaten. I overheard my second and third sister arguing in private and then saw a brief sex maul fight ending with the older Teresa upholding her place in the pecking order. In Chapter 7 I saw my Mom ruthlessly beat, dominate and humiliate both my Grandmother Deidre for the second time and my Aunt Sandra for the first. In Chapter 8 I saw part of the collection of another fight fan, a Mr. Renaldo. I was still hoping to see the latest DVD of my family?s fight, but Dad appeared to be editing it at a snail?s pace. Worse summer was coming to a close and it would be difficult sneaking away to the Big Secret Room.

The very next morning I had a chance. I got Disc 22 down, cued it up and found the start of Renaldo?s daughter?s Irena?s fight. Irena was in the stall from the first fight facing an older black woman. Irena looked to be close to six feet tall and maybe 150 pounds, very slender with her mother?s muscular build. She was obviously a young teen, but how old it was hard to tell. The black woman was probably an inch shorter, fifty pounds heavier and ten years older, in her twenties. Renaldo was obviously putting his daughter to the test early. Or maybe, he had difficulty finding women big enough and strong enough to fight his outsized daughter.

The women?s fists were wrapped in the knotted ropes that this guy appeared to favor. The lengths were long enough to wrap from the middle forearm to the fist. And the rope was brown along most of its length, but clearly was once white. I had no doubt that the brown was blood stains from prior use. These guys were not fucking around.

Alone on opposite sides of the eight feet long and five feet wide wooden horse stall, nude accept for their hand wraps. Irena?s black bush was stills sparse. The African?s bush was thick and tangled. Once again both women?s hair was short and black. Irena?s tits were smallish and very firm on her large frame and she also had her mother?s small hard dark nipples. The black woman?s breasts were lush and soft with big swollen velvet black nipples that looked entirely suck-able. The African?s belly and ass were also soft and plush, but her heavy arms and broad shoulders looked strong. She had a nasty scar across her right eyebrow that continued across her cheek and it looked like her left ear was missing its lobe. She had been in some tough scraps was my guess.

The fight started with both women fist fighting. The rope wrapped fists and forearms flew and both women?s faces took solid shots. Blood started almost immediately from Irena?s mouth, both lips ripped open. Then the African?s nose started pouring. That upset her, because she screamed something in her own language. Irena yelled something back in another language. The African charged into the white girl and rammed her hard into the wooden wall. Using her weight the older woman held the young girl hard against the wall and pumped right?s into Irena?s side.

Irena grunted and groaned, trapped and taking a body beating. Unable to push the heavier woman off, she opened her fists and grabbed the short kinky hair. She twisted the woman?s head to the right. The woman groaned and continued to hammer the white girl?s side with her right hand. She tried to push her left arm under Irena?s chin, but Irena turned her head and the arm slid to the side. That exposed the African?s left ear. Irena bit into the top, since the bottom was missing. The African screamed and jerked her head away. She jumped back and grabbed at her ear.

Irena came off the wooden wall, her back red from the rough surface, and buried her right foot deep into the African?s soft belly. The heavier woman moaned and staggered back, but to my surprise she didn?t go down. Instead she snap kicked the back of Irena?s left thigh. Irena almost lost her balance and she was dead legged for a second.

The African smashed a right fist straight into Irena?s pretty nose. The white girl fell backwards against the wood wall, blood spurting out of her rapidly swelling nose. It was clearly busted. The black woman lunged forwards and drove her right knee into Irena?s cunt. The thud followed by Irena?s agonized scream and the unseen audience?s cheers reminded me that this time I had sound.

The African grabbed Irena?s head, twisted it to the side, banged the right side into the wooden wall, while going for Irena?s exposed left ear with her teeth. Irena?s hands found the woman?s face. Her thumbs dug into the sides of the African?s open mouth. The African?s bite missed the ear and the thumbs. She cried out and pushed off preventing her mouth from being ripped apart.

Irena was hurting bad, but she was a fury. She jumped forward and slammed into the backwards moving heavier woman. Irena was off the ground! Their bodies hit and even though the African was heavier, the flying white teen?s impact took her down. It reminded me of a pro-wrestling move I had seen.

They hit the ground, the African?s head just missing the opposite wall. Irena was already astraddle the woman?s belly. The white girl?s rope wrapped fists hammered the African?s face from both sides. The black woman?s arms came up to block. Irena grabbed at the right one, held it down and put her left knee on it. The African?s left hand ripped at the white girl?s face as she leaned over. Irena moaned, but she stayed on top and shifted her hands to the offending left. Now Irena had the black in a school girl pin. The black woman bucked up.

Irena?s head hit the wood wall hard. She managed to stay on top, but her tits were right over the black woman?s face. The African bit into the smallish right white breast. Irena screamed and jerked her tit away. The African?s left arm was free! She punched at Irena?s belly and breasts. Irena put her left hand on the wall and punched down into the black woman?s face with her right. That caused the African to block with her left.

Then suddenly, Irena shifted and her right shin slide over the black woman?s sweaty tits and shoulder. When she was finished, her knee and shin were crosswise the African?s neck. The African clawed and punched at the teen?s girl, desperately. Irena kept her knee in place and used the wall to balance herself. The African?s desperate bucking and hitting kept on and on. Then her hands started waving and slapping the ground.

Three men had to drag the white girl off her desperate victim. Irena came to her senses eventually and raised her bloody right fist in victory.

Without explanation the same two women were standing side by side. Both were marked and bloody from their first bout. It looked like round two. The African looked furious and Irena looked unafraid. They stepped to opposite sides of the dirty stall and waited with their fists raised and ready.

They started off fist fighting. Irena?s jabs got the African?s nose and mouth bleeding and had her stepping backwards early. Irena missed with a hard right and paid for it with a left uppercut to the point of her chin. The white girl staggered backwards, stunned. She raised her guard, but the African?s big right slashed between Irena?s raised fists and smashed her already swollen, bloody nose. Irena?s head snapped back and she fell hard against the side of the wooden stall. The African planted her left foot and drove her right straight out sinking her foot into Irena?s lower belly just above her sparse bush. Irena grunted and doubled forward hands grabbing for the foot. The African straightened her up with another uppercut that put the younger girl against the wall, her knees giving way and her ass sliding down the rough wood.

The African yelled in triumph and speared the white girl with a knee to the solar plexus that widened Irena?s eyes and paralyzed her. Her ass hit the ground and she slumped forward. Men jumped into the stall to stop for the obvious knockout, but the African got a savage toe kick to Irena?s wide open crotch before they pulled her off.

The scene cut immediately to the same two fighters. This time Irena?s face was a swollen mess. Her nose was three times its normal size and her eyes were swelling shut. I couldn?t believe she was continuing.

The fight started with the African going for another knockout. Her wide rights and lefts rocked Irena, but the white girl was blocking well. The African trapped her in a corner and started pounding away. Irena closed her arms and raised her fists blocking or partially blocking most of the shots. The African through in some front kicks leaving dirty foot prints on Irena?s already reddened belly, but not taking the girl down. The African stepped back and waited for Irena to come out of her defensive position. The heavier, older black woman was breathing heavy. She had been attacking non-stop for at least three minutes.

Irena ventured out of her corner every so slowly. The African lashed out with another front kick. Irena took it on her hip and drove her right fist into the center of the African?s face. Crunch! This time the black woman?s head snapped back and blood spurted from both nostrils. She staggered backwards, stunned. Irena lunged forward and drove the heel of her right foot into the black woman?s heaving lower belly. All the air in the African shot out of her blood filled mouth and she doubled over holding herself. She had been speared in the womb for sure.

Irena grabbed the sides of the woman?s head and drove her knee up into her bloody face. The black woman?s head snapped back and you could see her limbs go limp. She fell like a house of cards. Irena tried to stomp on her, but the men pulled her off. I figured it was over, but sure enough another round started.

Both women were wrecks and exhausted, but the African was wobbly. Irena stalked her with slopping jabs, but they still touched the African?s swollen face again and again. The knotted ropes were brutal now, the African?s right cheek opened up. Her left eyebrow burst and then it looked like even her chin got split. Irena tried to go for another knockout and her right missed as the African dodged underneath and lumbered forward to ram into the stretched out white girl.

The African pushed Irena back the few steps necessary to trap her against the wall. Irena pounded the black woman?s back, but the black woman was intent on hurting the white girl with a low blow to the mound. The blow hurt, but then the African left her hand their and unclenched her fist. Her bloody fingers hooked up inside the young girl?s cunt. Irena screamed as she was roughly finger fucked against the wall. The men roared and money began to fall into the dirt.

Irena screamed and hammered the African in the back. Desperate, the white girl stomped down on the African?s toes, five or six time. It must have hurt because the African moved her foot backwards. Irena felt the change in weight and shifted. The African slide to the side and her head hit the wall. Irena moaned as she moved because the African?s fingers were still inside her, but then the fingers slipped out and the white girl was free and behind her enemy.

The African started to straighten up and turn, but Irena wanted revenge. The young girl thrust her hips against the African?s ass and drove her face first into the wood. Still pressing forward, Irena stood the black up flat against the wood. Then she drove her knee into the small of the African?s back driving her hard into the wood. Then with one foot planted in the dirt and a knee raised high planted in the black woman?s back, Irena bent over like some kind of gymnastic move and reached up between the black woman?s legs from behind while using her other hand to scrub the black woman?s face against the wooden wall, splinter city!

The black woman screamed and screamed and slapped on the wood, but nobody helped her. More money flew into the ring. Irena?s lower hand was clearly working on either the African?s cunt or ass, it was impossible to tell. Money flew into the dirt. The camera moved around the ring to focus on Irena?s lower hand, then the African?s upper inner thighs from behind, then on the rivulets of blood running down them and then on the blood spatters in the dirt between her dirty feet. The crotch mauling went on and on as the African screamed for mercy.

I listened to a man yell in English, then two other languages, ?No knock out, no choke out, no joint submission hold, the round continues, knock out or helplessness.?

The other men roared. Irena smiled through her bloody ruined lips and really started working her lower hand. You could see her long muscles bunching up as her fingers dug away between the black legs. More money hit the dirt and blood positively turned the ground between the African?s scrambling feet into red mud. Irena was getting revenge for her cunting with penalties and interest. The African screamed and pounded the wood. She lifted her feet and tried to fall, but Irena had the black bitch wedged against the wood. God knows what the constant of friction was between her sweaty skin and the rough splinted wood was, but the physics were clear: the African wasn?t going to slide down to her knees no matter what she did. The crotch maul went on and on.

The African tried to fake unconsciousness, but Irena showed she was still awake by jabbing her nails into something sensitive. Finally the black woman?s incessant screaming came to an end for real. Her arms went limp and her legs only stood by the force of Irena?s knee in the black woman?s back. Irena dug away trying to prove the woman was still awake. When the African didn?t scream, two men jumped down and dragged Irena off. It took both of them to pull her blood drenched arm out of whatever she had been digging into. I mean her hand was coated in blood from the fingers, back over the knotted ropes all the way down to her forearm. Christ she must have split the African open down there!

I figured it was over, but the next round started with the African stumbling forward with her fists ready. Irena feinted once with her own right and the African over reacted. Irena?s dirty right foot snapped up and splattered hard into the black woman?s blood wet crotch. The African went to her knees, but she lunged forward and almost tackled Irena.

Irena stepped to the side and kicked the black woman in the ribs. She grunted and rolled onto her side drawing up her legs. Irena dropped on top of her, grabbed her head and twisted until Irena could push the bloody face into the dirt. The black woman kicked and twisted until she was face down and then she got her hands under her face. Irena sat on the woman?s back and just held her there for a minute or two. Then the white girl started untying her left hand ropes with her bloody teeth. It took awhile, but she was soon twirling her left arm around unwrapping it while using her right hand to push the African?s face into the dirt.

I watched as she ended up with a good three feet of knotted rope. Then I saw what she was up to. The vicious teen grabbed the African?s left arm and twisted it behind her back until the white girl had the rope tied around the downed woman?s wrist. Then it was time for the right arm. The African squirmed, but she didn?t have the strength or the leverage to move the white bitch off her back. Soon the African hands were tied behind her back. Irena turned around on the black woman?s back and captured her right foot. The rope tied nicely around the ankle. Irena unwound the rope from around her right fist and used that rope to tie the right ankle to the left ankle and then back to the arms. She completed hogtying the black woman and then raised her bloody hands in triumph.

The men cheered and started counting in unison from one upward.

By the time they got to ten, the black woman was on left her side screaming, Irena was kneeling over her using two hands to crush the woman?s right tit and twist it upward. Irena bit into the tit again and again. The African screamed and begged. Her body writhed and her hands and legs strained at the ropes, but she was tied and trapped. Irena got to the nipple and bit into the soft velvety blackness again and again. By the time the men got to one hundred the black woman had passed out and Irena?s face was covered in tit blood.

At one hundred Irena stood and stomped her foot down on the black woman?s left breast squashing it flat into the dirt. Then she ground her foot back and forth like she was trying to crush a bug. The men continued to count and Irena continued to torture her victim by grinding away at the breast. When they reached two hundred she dropped to her knees and forced the African?s knees apart wedging in her own knee. Then she reached between the bitch?s legs from in front and behind. The African screamed and cursed. Irena grinned wickedly and attacked the woman?s crotch with two hands.

When the men got to three hundred, Irena stood and raised her blood coating hands upward in victory. A couple of guys grabbed the black woman by the elbows and dragged her out of the bloody stall. The pictured flickered.

While I was still recovering from that bit of savagery I saw another fight starting. Two new girls: one with short black hair and one with short blonde hair. Both were dressed in tiny one piece bathing suits. They were on either side of small pit dug into what looked to be a garden. Their mothers knelt on either side and held their daughters arms. Then they released them and the girl. The black haired woman was Erica. A man?s voice informed me that this was the first fight between his daughter Tessa and Lisa, the daughter of another fight fan.

These young girls were totally inexperienced, but they listened to their mother?s screaming instructions to punch, kick, pull hair, slap and bite. In seconds both little girls were crying, but neither stopped fighting. It was a short brutal affair. They were pulled apart after five minutes. Both were marked, crying and glaring at one another.

Then the scene changed to a wadding pool and the same two girls fought each other for eight minutes without rest or result. This time Tessa came away with a bloody nose and a bleeding bite on her right shoulder and left wrist.

Then the man announced that his third daughter Sarah in her second fight. This one took place in a dirty pen with a small wooden fence around the outside. Sarah and the tiny black girl she fought in were even smaller than Tessa and Lisa. I couldn?t believe how hard these two girls fought. Sarah won by choking her opponent out with both hands while sitting on her. It was a nasty, savage little fight.

I was stunned by it all. Suddenly the scene changed to Erica fighting a super heavyweight Asian woman. Both women had been at it for some time and were bloody and bruised. They were fighting with taped fists. Erica looked dead on her feet. The big, probably three hundred pound, Japanese woman ended the fight with a kick to Erica?s face as she struggled on her hands and knees to crawl away. Then Erica was fucked by six Japanese men for about forty minutes.

Then there were a series of short fuck fighting scenes involving all four of Mr. Renaldo?s women in dildo contests or crotch grinding contests. At least he waited until the girls were old enough have bushes. Christ, I though my family was fucked up!

There were a series of short fights between girls I hadn?t seen before. Most of these were old tape transfers and hard to see, but man the fights were brutal. This was quite a collection of fights! I could have sworn that a couple of them were to the finish, but it was hard to tell.

The collection tape came to an end. I?d whacked off so many times my cock was raw. The next DVD was supposed to be a fight between my Mom and Aunt Kay. I doubted it could rival the fight against Aunt Sandra. But I wouldn?t have time to find out that day.

(Hope you enjoyed this side trip?Don?t know where I?ll go next.)

[MikeJV]

WOW, THAT WAS AWESOME MAN!!!!

MikeJV