Arena: Match 4

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Arena Match 4

Big Angel can't keep herself from trembling. Her new mistress, better known as her new reason to live, is drifting in and out of consciousness, her left tit horribly maimed. Mistress Huntra makes it barely halfway to the exit from the main club room before her legs gave out, and she loses consciousness a second time. Angel manages to keep her mistress from falling and has to scoop the smaller woman into her arms like a child to get her to the backroom area and the Arena's private doctor, known only as "Doc" and always wearing a surgical mask. He's not very old, mid-thirties maybe, but he acts much older from what he's experienced in his "career." He was at the top of his medical school class with the brightest future ahead, but he had a weakness, no patience. During his residency, he disregarded the instructions of his "stodgy, old superiors" and treated a patient with an experimental drug. It was not approved by the FDA or the AMA, but he was sure that it would cure the patient. It was effective enough against the disease, but side-effects, effects that hadn't been seen yet in testing, caused massive, painful allergic reactions that killed the unfortunate patient. The medical community looks severely on one of its own using patients as guinea pigs and stripped him of his license to practice. They also brought criminal charges against him. It made all of the papers, and it caught the notice of one of the Arena's governing board. Doc disappeared and started practicing medicine again under their rules. Basically, he could try any treatment to repair a damaged body. If it failed, the punishment might be nothing or his life or anything in between, depending on the patient. As Angel gently placed her mistress on the table before him, he took out his best "tried-and-true" medications and surgical tools. A TV monitor in the corner of his "office" shows him everything that happens in the club's ring, and he knows that this one belongs to the Beast now. Her version of a malpractice suit would probably result in never seeing another sunset. He immediately sets up an IV to replace the blood that she's lost and uses all he knows to stop the breast from bleeding out faster than it can be replaced.
He'd been working a few minutes when Huntra regained consciousness. "How's my boob look, Doc?" "Looks like a bag of dog shit, frankly. Can you feel this?" He ran his finger along the side of the left breast, barely making contact. "Oooooh!" Big Angel jumps back a step when her mistress yells in pain, like she touched something very hot. "Don't hurt her more!" "Come back here you big pussy, I'm just glad I could feel it. My tit looks horrible... hurts like a bitch too. Angel, while Doc finishes fixing me up, go find out if they saved the blonde bitch's tits I ripped off in the fight. I want to save my first, official, trophies from an Arena fight." Huntra closes her eyes for several seconds, then opens them like she's really tired. "Go, the stuff Doc gave me is kickin' in, and I'm gonna go down hard in a few minutes, but I want to know first.... move!" Angel runs out of the room like her pussy is on fire. Doc is busy packing her breast in bandages and cold packs to bring down the swelling. He's also given her an injection of a compound that will restrict the blood vessels in the damaged area, further reducing the bleeding and swelling in the short term. "You know I won't be able to "fix" this tit immediately. Your new slave brought your nipple," he points to the torn bit of flesh floating in a closed beaker of cool, sterile solution to keep it viable, "but I can't reattach it until this thing shrinks down a lot. Right now, the swelling is so bad that I'd tear you apart if I tried to pull the edges together and sew them." "I guess I kind of knew that. You can fix it, though?" Doc nods. "Milk sac is history and it'll be weeks before it stops hurting. But, it'll look as good as the other one. Angel's got orders to take care of you, not that she needs to be ordered to do it from the looks of things, and I'll give her instructions of what to do to get you back on your feet. I figure three weeks, minimum, to heal the tit." Now, Huntra smiles and nods; the drugs and injuries are sending her back into dreamland. Angel burst in at that moment carrying a sealed plastic bag with two lumps in a preserving fluid. "THEY SAVED THE BLONDE'S TITS MISTRESS, YOU GOT YOUR TROPHIES!!!" Huntra gives a weak smile, and forces out, "Good girl" before passing out. Angel smiles like she just discovered she could have an orgasm by clapping her hands. She couldn't actually do that, but that's how happy those two words from her new mistress made her. The doctor turns to Angel with a big bottle and box of syringes. "Do you know how to give a shot?" "Yes." "Then take these, and when you get her home, give her 10 cc's of this every morning after she gets up, until it's gone. She should be fully healed in about 3 weeks. Don't give her more than that, and don't give her more than 1 shot a day. If you do, it could do serious, irreparable, damage to her body, it might even kill her. Do you understand?" Angel lets it sink in a second, and then answers, "Yes sir!" "Good, I'll have some other instructions written out for you to follow later, but right now, you can sit with her while she sleeps. It'll be a few hours before I can stitch her tit back into one piece. You can drive her home in the morning."
(Back in the Arena)
"Mind my asking what your plans are for the bitch with the shredded boob?" Anaconda takes a sip from her champagne flute. "You're not going to substitute a real fighting bitch in the puppy fight, I hope." She has a little smirk as she says it. Beast lets a tiny bit of a grin show and says, "No, she doesn't have the right disposition to be a good house pet. Besides, I wouldn't want more than two or three puppies in the house at one time. Too many running around the house can make a mess. No, I have many... interests, and I think she'll be useful working for me in one of them." Beast raises her own glass. "Now a question for you. Actually two, I think. The first is if you'd mind letting the girls play a little with your puppy? The little scamps keep sneaking peeks at those giant udders of hers, and I can tell they're dying to play with them. You have my word that they won't do any real damage." Ana thinks for maybe a second and nods. "Play time, girls! Remember, no damage to the puppy. She isn't ours." Fear and Terror burst into giggles and dive onto Maxima. They each grab one of her dinner-plate-sized areola and have a contest to see who can stretch and mold them better. Maxima squeals and whimpers around the ball-gag in her mouth, but there's nothing she can do about it. Beast and Anaconda pay no mind to it. "The other question is about the puppy-fight wager. Have you thought of one you like better than our suggestion?" "Not yet, but I'd like to keep working it around in my mind a little longer. Like I said earlier, I've worked hard to get my puppy, and I don't want to lose her before I have the chance to enjoy her properly." "That's understandable."
There's a slight flicker in the lights, the signal for the next match to start. The announcer's voice starts as two big blondes and a third smaller blonde walk to the ring. They walk in order of size, biggest to smallest. "The next match is a 3-on-1 battle for the favor of an Arena patron, the stately Lady Buxom." A few heads turn toward the patron, a large blonde herself in her fifties. She's very busty, as her name would imply, and dressed like a cheap tart in a red vinyl mini skirt and a thin tube top that's struggling to contain her saggy, soft whoppers. She's sitting so everyone can see that she's wearing no panties. As a patron, she has the choice of using a real name and going unmasked if she wishes, but she's always used Lady Buxom and worn a golden mask over her eyes for the fun of it. The "stately" lady has slept with three-quarters of the Arena's fighters and many of the other patrons, so many of the people here know that the three climbing into the ring are a mother and her two daughters. For years, they've been living off of Lady Buxom in exchange for giving the Lady enough pussy to satisfy her gluttonous appetite. This isn't the first time that the mother and older daughter have been in the Arena's ring to put an end to someone sniffing around their meal ticket. The younger girl hasn't been in the ring before, but she doesn't look too concerned as she stands next to her family. The announcer calls them "Mama B, Big B, and Baby B." They all have matching white masks that let their long blonde hair fall down their backs. Otherwise, they're completely naked and all have huge tits, pussies, and bushes. Mama B is nearly as big-busted as Maxima, and her daughters are taking after her. The little one, Baby B, is blathering to her mother loud enough for everyone to hear. "I want her first, please Mommy? She took advantage of being my friend and I wanna hurt her for it! Please, please, please, let me go first, Mommy!" "You be very damned careful, you understand, Baby?" Baby B is jumping up and down, causing quite a spectacle as tits the size of Thanksgiving turkeys started jumping as well. "YAY! I'm gonna teach her a lesson! I'm gonna teach her a lesson!"
Outside the ring, Fear and Terror return to their seats to watch, dragging Maxima by her tits. As they sit, she's forced to lie on the ground between them with her tits stretching up in both directions to their laps. Though they're still wringing and squeezing her nipples, their eyes are locked on Baby B. Terror speaks first. "She sure acts like a baby." "Reminds me of a few sluts we want to take out." Fear giggles at her own comment. "Seriously though, look at those tits, that pussy, and, ooh, those pussy lips! Yummy!" Fear and Terror look at each other and then turn to the Beast. Beast holds up a hand. "Don't even say it. I already know what you want. You can have it, but I want to enjoy some of the fight first. We still haven't seen who will be fighting these three." In unison, "Yes, Mama! Thank you, Mama!" The announcer's voice comes over the speakers. "The B family will be facing Amber!" A young brunette (according to her thick bush) walks into the Arena's main room. Her mask is the color of polished copper and so is the thick hair between her legs. She looks like she's in good shape, taller than Baby B, but smaller than the other two. She doesn't seem scared as she walks to the ring, despite being very outnumbered. Beast watches her closely. "Yes, I think this might be interesting." The girls stare at Amber, trying to see what interests their mama, but she looks rather ordinary to them. She has a good body and tits like ripe casaba melons, but that's all they see. Amber waves to Lady Buxom as she climbs into the ring, but after that, she doesn't take her eyes off of the other corner. Why the fuck did I agree to this, she thinks. That's simple. The rich, old bitch in the hooker outfit isn't bad-looking, she sucks pussy like a sump pump, and she's gonna keep me in clover for life if I get past these three sluts. She looked at "Baby B" bouncing all over the place across the ring. At least, I get to start with Tits-for-Brains, she thought, using the nickname that people used for Baby B in high school. Amber and Baby B were in school together for years, and Baby B was famous for fucking anything on two legs and being dumber than the average tree fungus. She also had the hottest clothes and the nicest car in school, and her mom never seemed to work. So one day, Amber got Baby talking with some wine and foreplay and found out about the goldmine that is Lady Buxom. She took advantage of the B's being out of town one weekend to introduce herself to the old bitch, and in no time, the bitch was in love with Amber's tight pussy. She still loved her blondes, though, and told them about Amber which brought them all here. They told Amber that the fight was to make her stay away, but she knew after watching the first fight that they wanted her dead and brought her here to do it. She would have left and forgotten the old bitch if she had anywhere to go, but her parents snooped in her room and found some of Lady Buxom's expensive gifts to Amber. They wouldn't have a "whore" in the house and threw her out. Still, she also saw the second and third fights and had a way out of this. This is her first time in the Arena, but Amber isn't a stranger to fighting for what she wants. If she could just work over Mama B enough, she could probably make them all agree to be her slaves. With Lady Buxom paying the bills and the B's as servants, life would be Heaven.
After a few minutes of bouncing and jiggling, Baby B gives a yell somewhere between a kid on a roller coaster and a war cry and runs across the ring with her claws out in front of her. She runs right into a kick to the bush that chokes off the scream in her throat and drops her to her knees with tears running from her eyes. Amber shakes her head. Tits-for-Brains, or TFB, is a klutz who can't take pain. People still talk about the time she took one step on a balance beam in gym class, fell on her crotch, and passed out for 20 minutes. Amber grabs the long blonde hair coming out the back of Baby's mask and yanks her head back so the big tits are thrust outward. "You have always been the stupidest slut I've ever met! If it weren't for these," Amber slams a knee forward and crushes Baby's right tit, "you wouldn't be worth shit! The only reason I didn't bust your cunt with that kick is because I might want to use it later!" Amber's knee shoots forward again and again, hitting both tits in the middle of the 6" reddish-pink areola and crushing them painfully. Baby B is screaming so hard that she doesn't seem to be inhaling. After a half-dozen shots to each tit, Amber lifts her knee to the point of Tit-for-Brains' chin and lays the slut out flat on her back. She stands over the blonde and grabs her big 3" nipples and pulls up on them as she presses her foot down on Baby's throat. Less than a second goes by before TFB is flopping around frantically from the choke and excruciating pain in her nipples. "Damn! Look at how stretchy these shit-bags are! I bet I could tie them into a knot, no problem!" "LET HER GO, YOU BITCH!" Amber looks at the B's corner and is slightly disappointed to see that Big B is the one screaming at her. She wants Mama B in the ring, but the older woman is still looking very calm on the apron. "Fight me, you cheap skank!" Amber knows Big B, too. She's two years older than Baby B and used to protect her from anybody that gave the little klutz trouble in school. She wasn't the best fighter, but she held her own in most fights. "You want to save your little bitch sister like always, slut? You oughta let me rip these rubber tits right off! Then she won't get in so much trouble all the time!" "YOU HURT HER TITS AND I'LL SHOVE YOURS DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!" "Ooh, what a big threat! Here, I'll give you a chance to back it up." Amber takes her foot away from Baby's throat and uses her nipples to drag the blonde across the ring near the rest of her family. Baby is moaning and drooling, barely conscious. Amber has plenty of time to walk back to her corner and relax against the turnbuckles before Baby is able to drag herself close enough to tag in her sister. "Why'd she let one go when she didn't have her finished?" "I think, Fear, that this Amber has bigger fish to fry and doesn't want to waste her time on a piece of bait. That's okay. Less damage on the little one for later." Beast looks at the girls and Maxima. Terror has a mouthful of nipple that she's happily chewing, and Fear is twisting and pulling the other one like Silly-Putty. She turns to look at Anaconda and sees her stroking her labia. "Pillows, lick Anaconda's cunt like a good puppy!" The blonde crawls over and sticks her face between Ana's thighs. Ana looks at Beast. Before she can ask, Beast says, "You let the girls use yours, so you can use ours." Anaconda's eyes close a little as Pink Pillows' soft tongue probes her slit. Beast thinks, It may convince you to go with the "winner-takes-both" puppy wager, too. Pleased but careful not to show it, Beast looks back to the ring.
Big B has taken a minute to get her little sister out of the ring and into the safety of Mama B's hands. She's obviously beside herself with anger. Her skin is flushed red, and her hands keep forming fists and claws, over and over. She goes straight across the ring at Amber, but she's not as stupid as her little sister. She's watching for crotch kicks and slows down as she gets close to Amber. Amber can see that Big B won't be as easy to nail and gets out of the corner so she isn't trapped. They both circle around each other a little, and Big B makes the first move and throws a haymaker to take Amber's head off. Amber looks faster than the bigger girl as she ducks underneath, lashing out with her own fist just under the hanging beachball-tits into Big B's soft belly. Big B hacks and coughs from the unexpected shot to the gut and stumbles back with her arms across her stomach. She's not watching and gets Amber's toes smashing into her pussy. The pain makes Big B clamp her thighs together and bend over, but she stays on her feet. She's much tougher than her little sister. Amber can't land another crotch kick, but Big B's head is low enough for her to nail the blonde in the temple with a spinning kick that spins her around and drops her on the canvas. Amber isn't going to play with this one the way she did with Baby. "You ain't as dumb as Tits-for-Brains, but you ain't Einstein, either. Did you think I'd just stand there and let you pound me?" Amber jumps onto Big B's lower back as the big blonde gets to her hands and knees. Big B is driven back down and grunts as she gets the wind knocked out of her. Amber reaches forward and grabs her by the hair and chin to yank her head back painfully. Big B is groaning and grunting as the pressure mounts in her neck. "Your fat mommy should have taught her brats to fight better! Neither of you is any problem to me at all!" "Fucking bitch! I'll give you a problem!" Big B reaches back suddenly and stabs her thumb into Amber's eye. Amber yelps in pain and lets go of the big blonde's head, allowing Big B to buck and throw her off. Amber knows not to stay down, but she can't see out of one eye and gets up with Big B behind her. Big B kicks Amber between the legs from behind, and the brunette cries out and grabs her aching crotch. With her hands below her waist, Amber can't protect herself as Big B leaps forward and drives her face into the mat with a bulldog. Her forehead takes the full brunt of the blow and it leaves Amber stunned. She isn't able to move away when Big B stands up and moves around into position by her side. Big B grabs Amber around the knees and lifts her legs. At the same time, she puts a foot on the back of Amber's neck to hold it to the mat and bend it with the lifting of Amber's legs. "Having a problem now, skank? Mama B did this to the last little slut that thought she could get between us and Lady Buxom. I remember how the bitch's neck snapped! I've been dying to do it myself, and now I get the chance!" Big B lifts Amber's legs and torso higher, and Amber shrieks as her neck is in agony. Held the way she is, she can't get any leverage with her arms to move Big B's foot off of her neck. It's lucky for her that Big B isn't as experienced as her mother. When Mama B used this move to kill an interloper, she grabbed the girl's lower legs so she couldn't kick. Big B wasn't that smart. As the pain increases, Amber flails her legs and feet and is lucky enough to hit Big B in the mouth with one of her heels. Big B yelps and jerks her head away, but it makes her re-position her feet to keep her balance. Amber feels major relief as the foot comes away from her neck and she turns her body inward toward Big B. Before Big B can resume control of the situation, Amber hugs her around the ankles and pulls down with her legs to slam Big B down on the mat. Big B is surprised again, and Amber snaps a neck-scissors on the blonde. Big B howls as Amber twists her neck, and then it chokes off as the brunette's legs constrict Big B's windpipe. Big B contorts and bucks but can't return the favor since Amber has her legs tied up. "For your information, I was having just a tiny problem, but the cause of it was an idiotic bitch so it was easy to fix!" Amber gives a twisting jerk that sends a bolt of agony through Big B's whole body. "Now that it's fixed, I think I'll put you in a fucking wheelchair for the rest of your life! Say hello to the doctors in the paralysis ward for me!" Big B squeals as the pain in her neck goes through the roof because Amber has flexed her legs to their maximum. "AMBER! LET MY DAUGHTER GO! LET'S SETTLE THIS BETWEEN YOU AND ME!" Amber looks at Mama B and thinks, Finally, the old bitch is ready to get in the ring with me. Now I can finish this and make them all mine. Amber gives one last jerk on her legs, and Big B convulses just before she's released. Amber stands over the blonde. Grinning at Mama B, she kicks Big B onto her back and grabs the blonde by the long nipples of her massive boobs. Big B gets dragged by the nipples close to her family like her little sister was, and Amber can catch her breath again as Big B struggles to tag her mother. At ringside, Terror spits out Max's raw nipple and says, "She wanted the mother the whole time, didn't she Mama?" "Yes, dear, she knows the mother is the one making the decisions and has a plan to use that. The only question is whether she can do it." Fear has taken her sister's lead and is chewing the other nipple, but she nods. She thinks she understands why her mama wants to see Amber in action. Anaconda isn't really watching the fight at the moment. She's in ecstasy as Pillows' tongue worships the full-length of her enormous clit, and she doesn't care what's happening in the ring. Amber doesn't wait in the corner for Mama B to come to her. When the biggest of the blondes comes into the ring and straightens to her nearly-six-foot height, she sees Amber flying at her with a dropkick that drives both of Amber's feet deep into the 9" areola of Mama B's monstrous right boob. Mama B doesn't do much more than grunt as the dropkick sinks into the soft titflesh, but she's knocked back into the ropes and has to catch the top rope to regain her balance. Amber is up quickly and clamps both hands onto the huge, thick nipple of the right tit before Mama B can set herself, and she uses it to pull Mama B away from the ropes and swing her around in a tight circle. Mama B doesn't scream, but her face twists up revealing her pain. Amber whips her back into a corner and charges in with a shoulder deep into Mama B's stomach. The air whooshes out of Mama B, and Amber stands in front of the big blonde throwing punches into the giant tits. That turns out to be a mistake. The giant tits are so soft that they absorb the shots from the small fists with little damage, and Mama B has a chance to catch her breath. Amber finds this out when Mama B nails her in the left kneecap with a vicious kick and then snaps her head around with a right cross to the jaw. The teen spins around and goes to her hands and knees with her head in a daze, and she has a hard time getting back up because her knee is screaming when she puts weight on her left leg. That leaves Amber totally vulnerable for several wicked kicks to the pussy from behind, and she lands face-down with her crotch on fire. Mama B's foot steps down on the back of her neck. A moment later, Amber feels the big blonde's hands on her feet and knows that she plans on using the neck-snapping move that Big B tried. The brunette can't do anything about the foot on her neck, but she can and does start kicking her legs wildly so Mama B can't grab them. The blonde keeps trying for a minute, but she gets frustrated and stands up to stomp her foot down on the back of Amber's head. "Fine, you don't want to go with style, you little slut?" Mama B draws back her foot and kicks Amber in the side hard enough to lift her an inch off of the mat and flip her over on her back. She moves by Amber's head and raises her foot. "I'll just crush your throat, quick and simple!" Amber's having a hard time breathing, but she's got a clear head and knows she has to move before this bitch finishes her. Mama B raises her foot even higher to be sure that she kills Amber with this shot, and Amber sees an opening, literally. With adrenaline-induced speed, the teen pulls in her right foot and lashes out, taking Mama B squarely in the cunt with all she can muster. Mama B, standing on one foot, gives a gagging squeak and topples like a dead tree. Both fighters are down, but Amber is starting to move while Mama B is curling up in the fetal position to massage the pain from her pussy. Her daughters are screaming for her to get up, but Amber pounces on her and grabs Mama B's chin as she places her right knee against the back of B's neck. Mama B squawks when her neck is pulled back and twisted. Amber finally has things where she wants them. Nice and loud, she yells, "You get one chance, bitch! You agree that you and your little slutlings are my slaves, or I'll break your neck right now!" The brunette gives the blonde's neck a quick jerk to show she's serious, and then she eases up just a tiny bit to let Mama B pledge herself and her daughters into slavery. It's a complete surprise to Amber when she gets kicked in the head from behind. Her arms are grabbed and pulled away from Mama B, and she's thrown face-down on the canvas. She gets a brief moment to turn and see Big B and Baby B standing over her and blurts out, "No fair!" Then she's shut up with gusto by both blondes stomping her, Big B to the head and Baby B to the injured left knee. They stomp away until Mama B manages to get back to her feet. Amber his picked up then and held on her knees by the arms. Mama B lifts the brunette's head by the chin and looks into Amber's glassy eyes. "Did you really think my daughters would stay outside the ring and let you do anything to me? We've been facing you one at a time because we wanted to do that. There are no rules here, you stupid fuck!" Mama B's knee crashes into the underside of Amber's jaw and snap's the teen's head back. Laughing, she keeps lifting her knee into Amber's jaw and face while her daughters keep the brunette in place. They all figure it won't take long until one of the knee-shots snaps Amber's neck.

TBC

[MikeJV]

Beast gets out of her seat. "This is what I was expecting. The girl had a good plan, but the others were taking advantage of her inexperience to ambush her. Fear and Terror, take out the head. I'll handle the goodies." Maxima is forgotten and the Beast's girls are in the ring before anyone notices that they've left their table. Fear strikes first with a brutal sidekick that hits Mama B in the base of her spine, and as Mama B arches backward, Terror jumps in grabbing the blonde's head and planting it with a reverse-DDT. Big B and Baby B are completely stunned by the attack on their mother for a second and then drop the unconscious Amber to grab the two smaller girls. They don't look past Terror and Fear and never see Beast running at them. Beast leaps into the air and nails both blondes in their throats with a double-flying-clothesline. They both hit the canvas hard, but Baby B passes out after a few convulsions. Beast sees that the smallest blonde is out and kicks her out of the way to grab Big B by the hair to pull her up. In the meantime, Fear and Terror have each grabbed one of Mama B's ankles and are sitting on the mat, feet planted in Mama B's hips and pulling her apart like a wishbone. "Should we do that move they tried on Amber?" "Too predictable if you ask me, Fear. We could get a chair and run it through her chest." "We did that in our first match, remember? Mama doesn't want us to do the same thing every time. We have to think of something different." "I have a great idea!" Terror gives one more hard yank and lets go of Mama B's leg. Fear does the same a second later and stands to listen to her sister's idea. It takes a moment and Fear nods. Mama B can't move because she's half-conscious and suffering from burning pain in her crotch and thighs. The girls each grab an ankle again and drag her to the nearest corner, slipping out of the ring on opposite sides of the ring post. They give a vicious pull that slams Mama B's twat into the steel with a crack that says they've broken her pubic bone. They shove Mama B back into the ring a little and look at their mama. Beast has chosen a simple tactic, holding Big B up on her knees by the hair and snapping kicks into the front and back of her head. Dark red stains on the front and back of the white mask tell everyone that Big B's nose is pulped and her scalp is cut badly. Fear and Terror call to their mama and get her attention. They've thought of something clever and want mama to watch. Beast drops Big B, unconscious and helpless, to the canvas and watches her girls. Fear takes one of Mama B's legs and holds it so the knee is against the steel post. Terror runs at it and dropkicks the lower leg, utterly destroying the knee-joint with a crunching sound and leaving the lower leg hanging loose from the knee. Both girls grab hold of it, and with some twisting, they tear it off at the knee. Terror grabs the other leg and they repeat the move with Fear doing the dropkick. Each taking a torn leg, they slide back into the ring and grab Mama B by the arms. The excruciating pain has knocked her out, and blood is pumping out of her torn stumps. Beast can see where this is going as the girls hang Mama B's arms over the top rope and slaps the two blonde daughters awake, crouching between them and holding their heads up so they can see what's happening. Fear and Terror have tied their mother's arms in the ropes and are using her legs like baseball bats to beat her head around without mercy. Using a voice full of pride, Beast says, "Are you watching this, you little sluts? This is how it should be done! My daughters have ripped her legs off and are beating her to death with them!" The two blondes are reduced to sobbing wrecks as Fear and Terror work Mama B for a few more minutes. When they step away, there's no doubt that Mama B won't be moving again. Some of the blood staining the white mask is from the torn legs, but there is blood running down her neck onto her tits. The head is misshapen and the neck is at an odd angle. The blonde's skull has been crushed, and her neck snapped at some point during the beating. Fear and Terror shoulder the legs and walk to their mama. Terror asks, "Did we do well, Mama?" Beasts lets the blondes' heads drop and stands to embrace her girls. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to. They know she's pleased. When she releases them, Fear asks, "Do you want her tits or something, Mama? We're going to keep the legs." "No, Fear, it's your kill so I'm not going to take a trophy from it. The legs are a fine choice for trophies, though. They'll help you remember how clever you were with this kill."
She turns and looks down at Big B and Baby B. They haven't moved, too paralyzed with shock and fright by the brutal death of their mother. "Look at me!" The Beast's voice won't allow any disobedience, and they raise their teary eyes to look at her. "You belong to me now! If you don't agree..." She gestures with a hand toward Fear and Terror who hold up their new trophies. The blondes burst into another fit of sobbing. They won't argue. However, someone else does. Lady Buxom wiggles up to ringside on her 6" heels and yells, "Wait! I want them! I'll pay good money for the three of them!" Buxom has seen an opportunity to get her three young loves as her property and doesn't want to waste it. Beast looks at the blondes and Amber, who has just come around and realizes what is happening. There's a look on the brunette's face for an instant that says she's not interested in being anyone's slave. Beast turns to Buxom and announces in a loud voice, "Baby B isn't for sale. My daughters want her for their slut-puppy and they are going to get what they want! In fact, Slut Puppy is her new name from now on! Big B is for sale to the highest bidder! She's of no use to me except to sell! As for Amber," the brunette is slowly getting to her feet, "who do you want for a mistress, Amber?" The teen just stands there for a moment and then walks toward Buxom. Lady Buxom is smiling as Amber leans through the ropes, so it's a total surprise when Amber hauls back a fist and knocks her to the floor. She jumps out of the ring and kicks at Buxom madly until Arena security pull her off of the club patron. A word from the Beast gets them to shove Amber back in the ring before they help Lady Buxom up to her feet. "You don't attack patrons, Amber. If you weren't mine, you'd probably already be dead for that." "I'm not yours! And those blonde bitches are mine! You can't just take them after what they did to me! You AWWK!" Amber is silenced by the Beast grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off of the mat to slam her back into the corner. Keeping the choke, the Beast takes the fingers of her other hand and stabs them into Amber's vagina with a swift knife-thrust. Once inside the girl, Beast's fingers curl to get a good grip and lift Amber's feet off of the mat. The choke and crotch-lift have Amber paralyzed with agony. "Get this straight because I'll only say it once! If not for me, you'd have been killed tonight! TWICE! I say you're mine and they're mine, and I say that if you're not mine, you won't live beyond the next 60 seconds! That would be a shame because I have a job for you, and I hate wasting material! Who do you belong to Amber?" Amber croaks out, "I... belong to... the Beast." Beast lets go and she drops to her butt on the canvas. "That's good! Go back to your dressing area, get cleaned up, and wait for me. I'll tell you what you're going to do after the matches are over! Move!" Amber nods and crawls out of the ring. She staggers out of the main room clutching her neck and crotch. Beast sees that Fear and Terror already have Baby B on her feet. She's trembling all over as they hold the dismembered legs in one hand and use their free hands to grope the little sex-toy. "Take Slut Puppy to our table, girls. She has to start learning her place." They drag their toy with them out of the ring past Lady Buxom, and Beast pulls Big B to her feet by the hair. "I have a busty blonde slut for sale! Lady Buxom, you may start the bidding!" Fifteen minutes later, Lady Buxom leads Big B back to her table with a leash and collar provided by the Arena. Beast sits down in her seat and slips an Arena check for 6-figures into her bag.