WAR IN THE WOODS -THE ROCK PIT by Mr. Cage

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I promised a sequel to War in the Woods. I decided to take a break from The Big Secret and do this mass fight. Hope you mass fight lovers like it. This one is deadly so don't expect a sporting exercise.


WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don?t read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book.

WAR IN THE WOODS ? THE ROCK PIT by Mr. Cage

Our teenage race war had ended in a brutal victory in the War in the Woods. Willie and I had sat out the fight, watching as our sisters? feud took forty or more kids on each side into a savage no rules fight ending with the losers who didn?t runaway fast enough fucked and humiliated. After that some of the worst white assholes in school really held the loss it over the black kids. I knew another war was coming and I wanted to do two things: stay out of it and see it.

Junior High finished. May and Althea would be freshman in the high school the next year and I would be one of rulers of the Junior High. Finally, my sister was out of my life, for at least a year. But then, Althea and her friends couldn?t forget the beating and fucking they had taken. My buddy Willie, Althea?s brother, caught up with me on his bike and warned me a big fight was coming. His bitch sister was getting all the black kids wound up for another grudge battle to see who ruled the freshman class next year. She intended to get all the people who had fought earlier plus some of the rising members of the junior high to join her. Willie and I immediately made our plans to avoid actually having to fight, we finally decided on self-inflicted wounds, sprained ankles or even a broken finger or two. Timing was critical, though, we had to do it before the fight was finalized but not to long before or we might be expected to heal.

Negotiations began in early June and concluded on June 20. The fight was scheduled for the early morning of the first Monday in July. The place was the Rock Pit, an abandoned Revolutionary War quarry that had been partially filled in with dirt some thirty years ago. It was down a grown over dirt road back in the woods about a mile from the site of the previous battle.

What was particularly worrisome is that the only way down to the mounds of dirt was a broken slope of loose soil that had been dumped over the edge before somebody put up a chain link fence. The fence was ten years old and some kids had broken the cheap lock on the gate years ago, but the fence was still a good barrier and the slope was steep and not an easy climb in or out of the Pit. The area was used for all sorts of illicit activities that kids get up to when their parents aren?t around. As a result the place was full of discarded beer cans, used rubbers, food wrappers and other such treats among the sickly weeds that covered the mounds of dirt. The quarry was relatively small and shallow but it could easily hold three of the ravines where our last fight had occurred.

May and Althea?s mad plan was that two kids, one from each side, would be chosen to lock the bottom door with a new key lock. Once the fight started there would be no way out until one side or the other was totally defeated. Insane bitches!
May and her friend Betty marshaled their forces, intimidating any white kids that were reluctant to fight. The edge they had in numbers from the last time might have been the only way they won and they intended to win again. Willie told me Althea was busy too promising kids just about everything. Willie broke his hand by punching a wall on June 28. I did him one better by getting in a real accident. Like an idiot I ran my bike into a curb and cracked my right arm. So I was in a cast up to my shoulder. Willie merely had a hand cast, but alas, we wouldn?t be able to go into the Pit. I love it when a plan comes together.

On the morning of the PIT FIGHT kids left their houses wearing cut offs, t-shirts and tennis shoes. Their mothers said goodbye with no idea of what was about to happen in the savage jungle of teen world. This time rules were a little different. There would be no rings or belts or weapons taken past the gate. Moreover, this time there would be no clothes past the gate. Both sides agreed to leave the other?s undisturbed so nobody would go home in shredded clothes like the last time. Moreover, everyone knew the losers were going to be stripped naked and fucked raw. Nobody had any secrets after the last fight.

The two sides began arriving and congregating nervously on opposite ends of the chain-link fence. The final count of the white kids turned out to be a surprising 38 girls and 45 boys from three grades, 83 in total out of 98 white kids (almost 85%). Last time only 21 girls and 27 boys had showed up from two grades of 65 total kids (74%). Last time out of 53 black kids 20 girls and 26 boys had shown up (86%). This time the new class of kids had plus or minus a couple of moves had brought the total available fighters up to 83. I wondered if our participation number, particularly the girls, had gone up because of our earlier victory. Now I wondered if the black kids? participation would go down, if so they were in real trouble. On the contrary, the beating brought out 36 girls and 43 boys, a total of 79 (95%). It would be a close fight again 83 versus 79.

Of course, Willie and I weren?t included in those numbers. It was all we could do to keep from giggling as the two sides stripped in silence and began to file by into the Pit. They went down opposite sides of the slope and then grouped on the two largest and highest mounds of dirt on the floor of the PIT. The sun beat down on them. The weeds and tall grass barely moved. I was already sweating. It must have been 88 degrees of heat and a 90 percentile in humidity, a good old south morning in July. Nobody had taken any water inside. It was going to be a battle of attrition and endurance. We locked the door behind the last of the line, the nervous kids who were just rising out of the sixth grade.

Suddenly the two large groups of kids yelled and started down their respective mounds of dirt. Willie chuckled and started eating a candy bar. I had a coke for refreshment. He had a pair of binoculars that his older brother had brought home from the army. I had a spy glass that my uncle had given me as a cheap substitute for a telescope. It was going to be a fine show!

Willie snorted, ?Okay, this is some good shit to be watching.?

I agreed.
Just then the loud collision of two opposing armies in collision stopped any further conversations. Screams, curses, the sound of fists and feet on flesh, the thud of shoulders ramming into ribs and the sound of bodies hitting the ground followed the first collision. The echo effect of the far side of the quarry created a little sound chamber for us.

I searched for May. She was in the middle of the fight. Two black girls were swinging wildly at her. She had a third one by the hair, kneeing her in the face. Betty, May?s friend, was hitting at the two girls striking at May.

I looked for May?s enemy, Althea. I found her on the ground. A fat kid from my class, Tom, was on her back choking her. A couple of black kids kicked at him, but they didn?t dislodge him before getting carried away in the fight. Althea was in early trouble.

I directed Willie?s binoculars to his sister?s difficulty. He was pleased. He chuckled as the fat boy bit Althea?s ear as she tried to wiggle out of the choke. Just then her flailing right hand managed to grab at Tom?s cock. She missed, but the brush of her hand caused Tom to let go of the choke and push back. Althea sat up coughing and cursed at him. Tom cursed back and smashed her in the nose knocking her backwards. Just then a black boy kicked Tom in the face and then jumped on him.

I moved through the crowd. It was too early to tell anything. Kids were getting punched, kicked, elbowed, kneed, head butted, bitten, scratched and choked all over the place.

I found Cora Murphy the fat red head from the last fight. Her nose was busted and she was fist fighting a black boy. He was beating the crap out of her. She went down. He started to jump on top, but got a dirty white foot in the crotch. He staggered away and she got up holding a good sized rock. She threw it and got the boy on the top of the head as he bent over holding his balls. He dropped forward face first into the dirt. Cora started to stand, but a skinny black girl jumped on her from behind and started ripping at her face with both hands.

Cora rolled back on the girl and started bouncing her big ass on the thin girl?s belly until she stopped clawing. The girl tried to roll away, but Cora caught her by the hair and dragged her backwards. Now it was the fat white girl?s chance. She held the girl down with one hand and pounded her face with the other. A black girl came up behind Cora with a beer can in her fist as a weapon. Before she could strike a white girl hammered her in the side of the face with a rock. Cora never knew she had been saved.

I looked back for May and Betty. They were both on the ground in a tangle with a number of girls and boys, black and white. There was no way to tell who was doing what to whom. However, here and there a white hand grabbed a black cock or punched a set of black balls. And then the same happened in reverse. A screaming white girl pounded the back of the head of a black boy who was biting her tiny tits bloody. And so it went.

I looked for the Angela the blonde beauty cheerleader. She was on top of a black girl pounding her with both fists. A black boy grabbed her hair and dragged her off backwards. She reached up and grabbed his swinging cock and pulled. He screeched and grabbed at her hand. She jammed the fingers of her other hand up into his balls. After being gang raped in the last fight she was a dedicated nut cracker.

Willie said, ?Oh fuck look at that bitch! She?ll remember that!?

I followed his finger. A young white girl whose name I didn?t know was face down in the weeds on the side of the hill. A black girl was holding her face in the dirt while a black guy was fucking her in the ass and pounding on her back with one fist each time he drove his cock in. I thought it was a bit early for celebrating.

Suddenly three white guys descended on the little rape scene. Now they exacted a severe revenge. The black girl was knocked silly and the three of them started pounding on the black guy. They had him down and then they crushed his balls with fist after fist. He howled and writhed and then passed out. The white guys then turned on the black girl like animals. Soon she was getting fucked hard from behind one at a time while the other two guys looked on. The young white girl crawled away.

I went back to the battle. Angela had left the ball busted boy and was in a savage clawing catfight with the girl she had been beating. Both girls? were bloody. Angela?s beautiful cheek was crisscrossed with bloody scratches. The black girl got in a good shot to the nose and Angela was stunned. The black girl crawled on top and pounded the beauty queen?s face with both her bloody fists. Another white girl saw the beating and snapped a kick into the black girl?s face as she leaned over. Angela rolled over coughing and spewing blood from her reshaped nose into the dirt. The black girl lay on her back one leg doubled under her and the other stretched out straight. She was knocked out for sure.

The white girl who had saved Angela paid for it quickly. A black guy, one of the younger ones, stood behind her. As she kicked her victim in the face, he drew back his fist and seconds after the saving of Angela the girl took a savage blow to the kidneys. She fell to the knees holding her back. The black boy grabbed her dark hair, pulled her head back and started punching down into her face. She was a tough bitch. Even with getting blindsided and face punched, she had the presence of mind to jam her right hand up between his legs. He howled and fell backwards holding his balls. The white girl, bleeding from a split cheek rested on her hands and knees.

Angela was up and crawling, blood all over her face. She crawled on top of the knocked out black girl and used a rock to rip open the girl?s forehead. Happy with the flood of blood, Angela sat back on the girl?s belly and proceeded to use the rock to hammer both the girl?s breasts. The girl must have been in dream land because she never reacted. Angela got tired of beating the breasts, leaned over and bit into them. That woke up the girl, screaming in agony. Happy with her success, Angela smashed the girl in the face again and again with the rock until she stopped fighting back.

Willie must have been watching because I heard him say, ?Damn, that cheerleader cunt done killed that bitch.?
I looked back across the field of battle. There were a lot of kids down now, white and black. It was hard to tell who was winning. In the one-on-one fights there were as many black asses on top as there were white asses on top. The tangled gang fights were still going on, but they were spreading out.

I found Cora fighting on the side of a small hill. She was on the high ground fist fighting a fat black guy. This was definitely a heavyweight slugfest. The guy tried to pull her down, but she kicked him as he grabbed for her. He slipped on the ground and fell down rolling into two girls fighting on the ground at the bottom. Cora looked around and stood there breathing heavily. She was marked in about a dozen places, but I?ll bet more than one of the black bodies crumpled in that area belonged to her. She looked around on the ground and picked up a broken bottle with a jagged edge.

The fat guy was getting up to his feet. He kicked the white girl who was on top of the pile he had run into. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her screaming off the girl she had been choking. That girl rolled over on her front gagging. The white girl reached over her shoulders to claw at him. He kneed her in the back. Just then, Cora pounded down the hill behind him. I gasped when I saw her jam the broken bottle into this guy?s lower back. He howled and twisted around grabbing a fat pad. He cursed and looked at his bloody hand. It was a big mistake. Cora jammed the now bloody bottle into his stunned face, twisting the neck of the bottle as it shattered in his face. He screamed grabbed his face and fell backwards over the girl?s on the ground. Blood poured through his fingers.

Cora?s evil smile turned to a frown when she saw her weapon had shattered, probably leaving parts of it in her target?s face. She threw the remaining glass over her shoulder and started kicking and black flesh she found in the tangle at her feet. Then I saw the big black girl that had fought Cora last time. She came walking over. Someone had ripped open her right arm and her hair was a mess. She was carrying a rock in one hand and challenging Cora to fight her.

Cora backed up the hill and the big black girl followed her. Cora looked around frantically for a weapon and found what looked to be a broken bike chain. She smiled and wrapped it around her right fist and motioned the big black girl to come up and get some. The black girl nodded and talked all the way up the small mound. This was turning into quite a little showdown.

The two big chicks armed with their hand weapons stood on opposite sides of the rounded top of the mound of dirt. Both had obviously been in several fights already. They stared at each other. I could see their mouths moving, but they weren?t shouting loud enough to be heard over the crying, cursing, moaning and screaming coming from all around the PIT being reflected by the rock walls.

Then the two fat bitches charged one another. I heard thunder. Now, they were big, but not that big. I looked up at the sky and saw that the usual sudden summer storm had blown in with no warning. The hot sun was behind dark clouds and I could a rain squall moving in fast from the southwest headed northeast. Well we were going to get wet.
I turned back to the fight on the mound. Cora?s chain was a better weapon at this stage because even when she missed the trailing links hit the black girl. Cora had backed the girl three or four steps of the summit. It wasn?t all one way. Cora?s right eyebrow had ruptured from a rock fist strike. The right side of her face was a mask of bright red blood, but she pressed the fight against her black rival.

Cora connected with a chain wrapped fist to the black girl?s left cheek. The girl staggered and lost her footing. She fell hard and started rolling down the mound. Cora moved down after her. The girl hit the bottom and started to stand. Cora landed on her back and drove her into the dirt. The girl hit hard. Cora used her left hand in the girl?s hair to press her face into the ground and then savagely pounded the back of the girl?s head and neck with the chain wrapped fist.

I mumbled, ?Somebody?s getting killed today. Man there will be a shit storm.?

Willie said, ?A lot of shit. Man oh man, glad I wasn?t here. Where are you looking??

I pointed and he said, ?Shit, that fat white bitch is killing Sharon. And that?s Sharon?s younger brother lying on his back. What the fuck happened to his face??

I said, ?Cora, the fat red head, slashed him up before she started on his sister.?

Then Willie said, ?Your sister is getting the shit kicked out of her over there!?

I followed his finger and found May was being beaten by two black girls. She was on her back being choked by one of them from behind. That one was beating the side of her bloody face with a fist. The one sitting on May?s hips was pounding on her tits with both fists like she was using a hammer. I looked and found Betty face down with a guy fucking her in the ass. There were white and black bodies all around them.

I looked around for some kind of rescue. I saw Althea on her hands and knees blood dripping from her nose. She was crawling away from the site of another pitched battle that still had a tangle of kids rolling around, kicking and punching.

Then I saw Angela staggering around. The blonde beauty was practically unrecognizable. Her yellow hair was tinted red brown with blood and dirt. Her face was streaked with her blood and dirt. Her arms were bloody up to the elbows. She had torn the shit out of somebody for sure. She saw Betty getting ass fucked. She had a huge rock held in both her bloody hands. She stood over the black guy ramming his cock into Betty?s ass and then cracked him on the top of the head with the rock. Crunch! The guy stiffened and then lay on top of Betty, blood slowly dripping down the sides of his head. Angela hoisted the rock again and turned to the two girls beating the crap out of my sister.

The girl on the bottom notice and yelled, pointed at Angela. The one on the top turned just in time to take the rock on the top of her forehead. Crack! She fell hard. The girl on the bottom kicked and screamed pushing my sister off her and then scrambling like a crab away from the avenging cheerleader with the skull cracking rock. Angela lunged forward and brought the bloody rock down on the girl?s right knee. The girl howled and collapsed on her ass. Angela staggered forward, but the girl managed to kick her in the crotch and send her stumbling backwards. Angela fell over the girl whose forehead she had busted open and the other girl scrambled away using her hands and one leg.

May got up and staggered over to where Betty was. The black guy was still lying on top May?s girlfriend is cock probably still in her ass. Neither was moving. May grabbed the guy?s bloody head with both hands and twisted it trying to lever him off. She managed to move his upper body half off Betty. Angela joined her and the two of them dragged the ass fucker off Betty. There was a moment of peace around them as everyone who might attack was too fucked up to move.

Then the sky opened up. A flood of rain came down. It was blinding and cold. Fights broke up all over the floor of the PIT and eyes turned skyward. Dirt and blood washed away and some of the downed bodies began to struggle to their feet. I thought the weather might have ended what looked to be a brutal fight to the finish. I looked at the trio of May, Betty and Angela standing in the rain, recovering slowly.

Then Betty saw the boy who had obviously beaten her down and been fucking her crawling through the rapidly forming mud. The rain had awakened him and like any stunned and hurt animal he was crawling away to safety. Betty pointed to him. The three girls jumped on him and began beating him. Betty jerked his sack down between his legs as May dropped her knee across the back of his neck. Angela stomped on his lower back.

A couple of black girls, who had been down, struggled to their feet and came toward the white girls. Suddenly the fights started again. Not even the downpour could stop this war from a conclusion. If only May and Althea had settled their differences one on one.

Angela and May attacked the two black girls while Betty destroyed the boy who had destroyed her. The kid had stopped screaming. If the rock on the head hadn?t killed the kid then having his balls turned into jelly probably would. Angela and May were in slightly better shape than the two would be rescuers. Angela knocked her girl down with a right and May took her girl down in a headlock. Angela stomped her girl. May and her girl wrestled in the mud. May?s face got clawed, but her free fist pounded the trapped black girl?s face again and again. Then May maneuvered the girl?s face into the mud and rapidly accumulating water. The girl?s hands flailed away trying to get her nose and mouth out of the dirty water. My sister struggled to keep her face deep in the muck.

Angela left her girl curled up in a ball. She went back to Betty and pulled her off the boy who was obviously finished for the day. They went to May and pulled her up from her victim. I don?t know if the girl was dead, but she was face down in the water and she wasn?t moving! Shit! Man, there was no way we were going to be able to cover this up. The adults would go ape shit crazy.

I heard Willie say, ?What the fuck??
I looked at him and he nodded. There were six black guys walking up the slope toward the fence. The rain was coming down even harder now and the water was quickly building up in the PIT. These guys had decided they had played enough. Finally, somebody with brains!

Willie yelled, ?Turn the fuck around and get back into the fight.?

?Fuck you and your sister, asshole!? they yelled back.

I heard a rumble and looked toward the far wall. Suddenly a rush of water sprang over the edge of the wall. There was a creek beyond there and it looked like it was overflowing creating a waterfall into the PIT.

The guys at the gate were yelling, ?Open the fucking gates.?

Willie told them to fuck off and they started climbing. Now the Gates had one of those little barbed wire tops that extended outward at an angle to keep people from climbing over from the outside. That was stopping these guys. They were getting the hell out. A couple of them got caught on the barbed wire. That discouraged the others.

Then out of the rain comes a dozen or so white kids chasing two black chicks. They see the black guys and a little miniature war breaks out right at the fence. The fighting is rough and desperate now. Everyone is hurt and looking for payback. The black kids are outnumbered and pressed back against the fence. A real savage beating starts with two and three on one in some cases. Nobody is getting out now. The rain continues.

Out of the water, building up below, slog more kids drawn to the higher ground and then the fight. After about ten minutes there are fifty plus kids fighting from the fence down to the bottom of the slop. These are the toughest of the tough now and the battles are vicious and without mercy.

A blonde girl has her right crushed from behind by a guy who is being kicked in the back by another white girl who caught in a cross body pin by a black girl who is trying to fend off another white girl punching down on her from above. It?s like that all over the slope. The rain continues. The slope turns into a slippery muck.

I watch a black guy beat a white guy senseless with his fists and then stomp on his neck. I don?t think that guy was going to be getting up anytime soon. This had gone way beyond turning back now. A girl saw the black guy still mindlessly stomping on the downed white kid and leapt on his back. She screamed like a banshee, clawed his eyes from behind. The black guy reached back for her and tried to throw her over his shoulders, but her legs held on and they both tumbled over and rolled halfway down the hill to get lost in a tangle of arms and legs.

I heard Willie suck in his breath and looked. Right in front of him, a black boy was having his face scrubbed off on the chain link fence by a bloody white guy.
Right behind them, two white girls were beating a black girl into the muck. She was clawing and kicking, but they were on top of her. Soon her arms were pinned in the mud and her face was being punched by two fists, one from each girl. Her legs kicked uselessly. Her nose seemed to flatten and her face became a mask of blood.

I heard a wild scream and saw a white girl on her back. A black girl was biting into her tit, shaking her head, obviously trying to rip off her tit or at least the nipple.

Then suddenly the rain got even worse. Lightning hit nearby. The sound was so loud it shook your lungs. I stepped back from the fence. Hell we weren?t on high ground, but it was metal and I didn?t want to be crispy fried.

The beatings along the fence and slope continued. The rain blinded me to most of the rest of the battle field. At least up close it was beginning to look like another victory for the white kids, although it was still in doubt.

I saw the terrible trio of May, Betty and Angela stumbling out of the rain at the bottom of the slope. Water was up to their ankles. Fat Cora and about ten white kids followed them. They saw the fight and joined in. Now it was totally one-sided.

Willie said, ?Shit man, time for me to fucking leave. Here is the key. I was never fucking here, and if you were smart you?d leave too. Somebody is going to jail for this.?

He ran off into the rain. About that time half a dozen black girls came onto the slope and the fight became slightly more even again. Althea was leading them. May saw Althea and screamed like a wild woman. They hadn?t managed to lock horns all day. My sister, Betty, Angela, and Fat Cora charged into the black girls. The crack of thunder and the roar of rain covered the sound of their screams and curses.

May and Althea went down clawing and biting like animals. Angela was decked by a tall black girl. Fat Cora tackled the tall girl. Betty fell under three black girls, but was soon rescued by three white boys coming out of the water. A black guy joined in the fight, then a white girl, then two black girls and then a white girl and boy. The fight at the bottom of the slope grew as kids struggled out of the water. Most of them were limping or half carrying one another, but as soon as they found the fight they did their best to join in. Reason had fled.

Althea was on top of May choking her with both hands now. Betty crawled out of a pile of fighters holding her eye. Blood poured through her fingers. She saw Althea and flung herself on the black girl saving May from being strangled to death in the mud. Betty and Althea fought beside May. I watched and saw May?s belly was still moving up and down as she breathed, but her face was barely recognizable now.

I heard a wild scream. Althea was pounding at the back of Betty?s head. Betty rose up. Althea grabbed her right tit. I swear her right nipple was gone. Betty spit something out of her mouth into Althea?s face and then smashed the black girl right on her already badly deformed nose. Althea?s legs went stiff and she didn?t move. Betty hit her six or seven more times.

I heard cries of ?No more!?

White kids and black kids were begging for mercy, but none was being handed out. The beatings continued. More kids came out of the rain. The slope was packed with writhing, fighting, bleeding bodies.

May crawled over to Betty and the two of them stood over Althea. Betty lifted Althea?s legs up by the ankles and May knee dropped onto the black girl?s pussy. Then my sister rammed her whole hand inside Althea as Betty pressed the black girl?s legs up over her head and down into the mud folding Althea over on herself. Her pussy and ass were pointed upward into the rain and May had no problem jamming her stiff hand into the hated black girl?s cunt. She was going to ruin her, if not kill her.

I heard something hit the ground nearby. I looked up and a wild-eyed black guy had climbed the fence. He grabbed his clothes and ran. There were others climbing the fence now. Two or three were grabbed and pulled down, but half a dozen made it, leaving bits and pieces of themselves on the barbed wire.

The battle on the slope had become a beating now. Everywhere I saw two and three white kids beating a single black kid senseless. Last time they had stopped short and just raped the losers but this time everyone was to be beaten down, hurt bad.

The rain slackened. I looked out and only the mounds and the slope were out of the water. There were bodies floating in the water. Shit, a lot more than one or two. Then I saw a couple of the floaters pull themselves onto the mounds. Well maybe there would be more.

I noticed the fighting seemed to have stopped. The slope was covered with muddy bodies, winners and losers. Nobody seemed much interested in doing anything more, with the exception of May and Betty. They were subjection Althea to a fisting from hell. At their insistence they got a boy to fuck her in the ass while May jammed her fist in the black girl?s cunt. I think Althea was beyond feeling any of it.

Slowly, ever so slowly the victors regained enough energy to begin humiliating the exhausted losers. Nobody seemed to have much enthusiasm at first, but once the fucking started more and more joined in. Bloody, swollen face white girls searched for enemies to face sit. More than one white guy rolled over a beaten opponent and fucked him in the ass. A couple of black kids revived enough to fight back. They were quickly stomped into submission.

The fucking continued for about three hours. When cocks were to limp they used fingers and fists. Girls squatted over beaten enemies and pissed on them. Faces were smeared with cum and mud.
Althea was dragged by the hair to the fence and laid out with her legs spread. May grabbed guy after guy and stroked his cock hard enough so he could stick it in the black girl. Before the day was over I guess she got fucked three dozen times. May slapped her awake periodically and forced her to swallow cum or drink piss. It just went on and on. The ground under Althea was as wet from cum, piss and cunt juice as it was from the heavy rain. Her eyes rolled around in her head and she mumbled meaningless words. May had totally destroyed her enemy. The savage satisfaction in my crazy sister?s eyes was scary, but nothing as scary as the mad ball crusher, Angela.

Angela spent an hour forcing boy after boy to eat her pussy and lick her ass while she held his balls in her fist. She was a bitch from hell and loved torturing males. Of course her cheerleader good looks were no where to be seen. Her face was swollen, scratched and cut. Her tits were bitten, bruised and swollen. She had a gash on her right thigh and a deep bite mark on her right ass. She had been in the thick of it, but somehow she had enough nastiness left inside to spend the effort necessary to extract payment from boy after boy.

May wanted to go out to the mounds and gather up the rest of the victims, but nobody had the energy. A few guys went out and helped the battered white kids across the muck and water to the slope. The second battle was over. The winners were too tired, too beaten, too wet and all fucked out to do any more damage to the losers.

A lot of kids ended up in the hospital. Some never made it out of the PIT. I assumed all hell would break out, but apparently what had happened was so terrible that the county government hushed it the hell up. It seems there was a factory relocation project going on and they were pushing the idyllic race relations we had.

So as it turned out, eighteen black kids and ten white kids tragically died in a swimming incident at the old quarry when a creek overflowed and flooded the pools they had been happily swimming in. What a tragedy that such a classic exercise in skinny dipping had ended so disastrously! The Lord was testing our Faith! Yeah, right. Nobody bothered to explain the broken bones, concussions, busted balls, nipples taken as trophies, scratched eyes, broken teeth and ripped up cunts, asses and cocks. Apparently, none of that ever happened. And, we were told pretty forcibly, better never ever ?not happen? again!

So we kids learned a lesson. If you fuck up big enough you can get away with anything, especially if there is enough money involved. Our county got that factory and we got a memorial service honoring the black and white kids who had been partying together in a display of racial harmony. I love politics. Of course, it kind of makes you wonder when you watch the nightly news, what the fuck else might be going on behind scenes.

[MikeJV]

OH... MY... GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(yes, i loved it)

MikeJV