Cage Connections- HamCple Ep23

**johnsmith2007** · June 2nd, 2008, 01:20 PM

Cage Connections- HamCple Ep23

Usual warnings about violence and sex, plus death and mutilation,

When Terressa had left to get her things together for the flight to Europe Carlito had had no doubt this was just an excuse as she had been fucking his teenage son since she had moved in to the family hacienda three years ago. Enrique had nothing but teenage lust for the women who had butchered the killer of his own mother. However the patriarch had to keep an eye on Lolita his elder sister who was only a few months younger than his teenage wife, and keep dark skinned fourteen year old Mona away from her altogether, it was her mother she had scalped and hung across the mansions veranda three years ago. The females hated their young mom and would have killed her if they could, but then again the car accident that killed Larissa his oldest daughter never did seem like an accident to him.

On one of his routine searches of the teen cat?s room the security had found Terressa?s private trophy case. She has taken only ripped and severed clits and torn and bitten off dicks for her collection before he had rescued her at a tender age from the favela's deathfight pits. True cunt scalping, and the stuffing and mounting of breasts, cocks and balls had been beyond her imagination. He had refined her taste since then, and she had a fine properly displayed trophy cabinet now, but the last of her old pit trophies was definitely the teen clit of his late daughter. He ought to know; he had pleasured it enough times before her ?accident?.

Carlito had first spotted Terressa on one of his forays into the seedier side of town. This was after all where her had found his second wife and secretly trained her to be able to release him from the clutches of the Mendoza bitch his family had forced him to marry. The fact that the Mendoza?s were rich and influential had of course only added to her eligibility, however her eight confirmed kills in the cage was what had clinched it for old man De Grazi. Carlito knew his father had already fucked La Belle, as the sweet sixteen year old was called, even though so the rumours went it was quite likely she actually was his own daughter and Carlito her half-brother. La B?s mother, Maria Mendoza, had been a powerful and mature matriarch, and she had killed Carlito?s own mother over rights to her husband just after Carlito?s birth. However a few years latter, soon after her daughters birth, a disagreement had arisen over water rights between the two families and after a particularly brutal fight old man De Grazi and his sister Carmen had butchered the two senior Mendoza?s, so Maria?s tits and clit had become a fixture on the wall in the old bulls study.

But now ebony Ingra was proving just as big a bitch as the redheaded gladiatrix she had killed to become his second wife. However the tall long limbed killer had firmed and tutored every muscle in her black body to be able to kill and dominate any man or women who came against her. It would take a very special female to unseat her from her throne but in the fifteen year old Terressa Carlito had seen the possibility of such a person. She was short and slim but powerfully muscled, and she was very, very quick and as vicious and arrogant as Ingra had been those sixteen years previously when she had killed La Belle. He had originally hoped to hide her from his wife for at least a year before they would meet in the cage, but Ingra?s spies had found the Rio spitfire just after her sixteenth birthday and quickly forced a fight.

As befitting the prize Carlito had been chained up to the bars as naked as the two contestants. The family?s cage at their jungle hacienda had seen many similar fights over the centuries but this one was one that would be talked about for a long time. Terressa had attacked without a breath from the start, driven by that wild teen furry that had so captivated Carlito, and Ingra?s right eye had been closed and nose broken before she really got into the fight, but then the more powerful female had taken charge throwing her lighter enemy against the hard cage bars, splitting the teen vixens head open so that her face was cover with her own blood. She had then set about tenderising the little cow, smashing her developing chest against the rusty iron work, and then rubbing her tender cunt lips across the gouging chain links as the girl screamed her submission, that in a death fight she was hardly likely to get accepted. The damage had cost Carlito a pretty penny in plastic surgery and skin and cartilage grafting to repair, but all his wives had been high maintenance in that department as he himself was. If you wanted to stay a cute or handsome cage fighter you needed deep pockets and good surgeons.

However the wound on her head did prove an advantage enabling her to luckily avoid a neck-snapping move as the large Black?s hands slid on the blood. And then as all the watching family and servants thought this fight would end like all the others over the last decade Terressa had sprung panther like at her taller foe, fastened he teeth on Ingra?s large forty four inch right breast to tear her teat off. As the big ex-slave howled Terressa had punched full into her left kneecap to be rewarded with a loud crack, and now Ingra was whimpering hardly able to stand. Carlito had really enjoyed the next twenty minutes as his new princess butchered the older matriarch. Terressa faithfully deposited on his lap first both of his wife?s teats and then as the unbelieving coal coloured dominatrix begged in a little girls voice for mercy the teen bit out her clit and spat it in into her face. The new King and Queen of the family had then taken the still breathing Ingra to the abattoirs and butchered her properly so that Terressa now had a properly stuffed and mounted memento of her triumph.

As his mind returned to the present Carlito noted that it was now dark outside and Rio was just coming to life. He went to the trophy cabinet and removed his special lucky charm to keep with on his trip to Europe. He took the mounted cock and balls everywhere with him; his father?s sex still showed his teen son?s teeth marks where Carlito had ripped the engorged meat from off of the dieing family patriarchs writhing body to claim his crown as head of the family.

Three days later and half a world away?

In the darkened arena as the crowd cheered the nasty deceitfulness of the tethered Japanese girl the full enormity of what she had done in tricking and murdering her friend suddenly worked its way through Ichigo?s fightdrug fogged mind.
?Sumimasen Gin-san! Sumimasen, Gin-san!? she screamed in her native Nihon-go. ?Forgive me Silver! Forgive me Silver!? and then with a despairing wail flung herself out from the pedestal as far as her shackles and noose would allow and tried to grip hold of the spinning unconscious form of her ex-lover, but the oil, blood and sweat that soaked Silver?s naked body meant that even as she tried to support her the glistening nude torso slipped through her hands. The crowd were now laughing and jeering as she wept, fumbling with the coated hanging women, but then an angry deep voice shouted from the mob. She did not understand all the heavily accented male spoke but he was demanding that he be given Gin?s body. With a deep voice that rose above the mobs yells he said that his wife had been promised a victim to rape, and what use was a dead body that could not scream or beg. Some of the crowd now shouted for Silver to be cut down so that their women too could have turns with her, but the MC shouted that his decision was final.

Ichigo started as a blur of sharp metal flashed across her face and suddenly Silver fell away to the ground. A pain in her left breast made her look down to see that the teat had been neatly dissected in two, and quivering from the base of the pedestal was a shining throwing knife. The MC was now shouting for order, but he abruptly sat down as three similar quivering blades appeared, as if by magic, in the arms and headrest of his seat. At the same time a masked blonde women had sprinted out from where the arena attendants were standing and quickly cut the ligature from the still form of the Japanababe. Ichigo sat uncomprehending as blood trickled down her breast onto the naked ebony form of her defeated lover, but as she looked at the knife a cold shiver ran up her spine and dark memories started to surface. She knew of only one person who could throw knives like that, and though she no longer had the nightmares, she had no wish ever to meet her again.

And a few hours later?

When the two paramedics arrived closely followed by one of RapeFight?s own doctors Gin was breathing raggedly due to obvious signs of brutal trauma to her dainty neck, and whimpering in her enforced slumber. The girl was twitching and writhing, sweat pouring off of her, and Karl had immediately recognised the after effects of a massive fight-drug overdose. He had hosed off as much of the tell tale signs of her rapes as he could, but the firm toned athletic body of the vivacious Japanese women had taken a dreadful beating. Some bastard had taken a whip to her thought Karl. Before the others had arrived he had made her as decent as he could, getting off the excrement, cum and jizz, and removing from her tight ass a large shining hardwood dildo covered with Kanji.

This he had recognised as one he had seen earlier in the little cat?s room, but it had been used repeatedly to ravage its owner, and then left obscenely implanted up to the hilt in her shiter. From her sex he had removed a hollow metal tube, ribbed and hooked, but it was the contents of the tube that had had him immediately running from the room as soon as the medical staff had arrived to tend to the crippled girl. A picture had been secured inside the custom made reamer that had gouged a deep path into Gin?s sex. It showed a pretty blonde woman in her late twenties, posing bruised and nude across the slain body of a brunette, and scrawled across the picture in his wife?s handwriting was the simple message in German.
?Come to Room 7, Owners Penthouse level, now.?

Karl was in no mood to ponder the strange chain of events that would have led to this most unusual way of delivering a message. Except that it showed maximum disregard for suffering and cruelty and had all the hallmarks of Mr Khan, the resorts billionaire owner. Gin had obviously not taken her own advice and ventured too near the flame. As Karl rushed into the room the two security guards eased out their PPK?s and stepped back either side of the large desk. An elderly Arab sipped coffee behind the desk and then smiled up at Karl.
?If you want your wife back you will have to fight for her. One small favour and you both can be free.? He waved his hand towards a side door and one of the guards opened it and Helene walked in.

She was slimmer and more muscled than he remembered her and even though she gave him her best attempt at a smile it was clear she was worried at the situation they now found themselves.
?I will leave my slave to explain the situation to you,? said the Arab with the smile of a crocodile, and then he and his henchmen had left them to get reacquainted and after a few stuttered explanations as to her kidnapping and captivity they had screwed each other senseless all afternoon. It was Helene who had had to tell Karl about their impending fatal appointment with the De Grazi family in the arena cage that evening.
Karl noticed many changes in his women. Not only had she slimmed and become more muscular but her attitude to the coming death fight was one of acceptance, she was harder and much more callous as they talked of the impending death fight. Embarrassed, she had shown him the five new tattoos she had picked up over the six month of her captivity in the Khan arena. Running in a small line up from her now completely shaved cunt lips were dime size naked images of three women and two men. They made a daisy chain of white, black, brown, and yellow victims that the now accomplished arena killer had murdered during her half-year in the death pit.

That evening the two blondes were led naked to the cheers of the watching masked arena crowd into the pit. The centre of the arena was filled by a large cage, constructed of rusty iron bars that rested on the arena?s sandy floor, it was, guessed Karl, probably three meters high and twelve meters long by six meters across. The blonde male quickly realised it was so large because it was in fact two cages placed side by side. To allow for this ?Family Vs Family? cagefight the top bars of the two cages had been fitted so that on the edge facing the other cage the top bars had been pulled back allowing fighters to climb between the cages if they so wished. Scattered in the sand were various implements and weapons that left the German in no doubt the patrons of the arena expected blood and death.

As the two naked couples warmed up the MC encouraged the audience to place their bets and then with the sound of a gong and a massive cheer from the watching crowd battle was joined between the tanned blonde Europeans and the darker South Americans. The muscled teen wife sprinted across the sandy floor of the cage towards her bigger older white opponent. Helene braced herself for contact, arms high ready to fend off whatever the smaller bitch had to throw at her. However Terressa had her own particular style in cage fights which the blonde had not anticipated. Suddenly the small female leapt up and grabbed the bars at the top of the cage. As a surprised Helene gaped upward she somersaulted off the rusty ironwork and plummeted down at the flatfooted thirty-year-old gladiatrix. Both hard calloused feet of the favela vixen smacked into the Hamburg females two ripe breasts, distorting them flat against her ribs as the Nordic fighter was throw off her feet with a scream as pain erupted across her bruised milkers. The dark tanned teen landed with a thud that slightly winded her, lying next to her victim, who was now moaning back arched up in pain with both hands trying to massage the agony from the battered tits. With a scram of fury Terressa chopped down at the presented shaved and hairless cunt lips of the golden tanned blonde, and with a wet slap as hard bone hit hot clit Helene was again sent into a world of torment. Her instincts developed through years of fights enabled the white women to somehow roll away from her kneeling Latino opponent with now both hands clasped to her bleeding sex. Within minutes of the start of the fight the brown haired girl had nearly put her more experienced opponent out and down. She now only had to finish off the weeping and sobbing tanned blonde and then she would be free to help her husband kill Karl.

However as the brown haired girl had approached her heavier enemy Helene had suddenly lunged forward and taken them both to the sand in a tangle of biting scratching catlust. Both felines hooked fingers into cunts and ass while biting down hard onto proud thrusting teats as they rolled across the sand screaming threats at each other. Coming to rest by the bars Helene took advantage of her extra weight to force Terressa down and then jerking back her head repeatedly butted the pretty little bitch hard closing her right eye and making her bleed from her mouth and nose. The younger fighter tried to butt back but Helene had the top position and so it seemed the harder head. Repeated blows soon disorientated the young Latino and eventually she stopped butting back and her bloody head flopped back under the assault from her weightier enemy.

Helene lifted herself up and shaking the cobwebs from her own aching head then fixed her two powerful hands around the dainty neck of the coffee coloured naked teen as their two nude bodies ground together on the sand. Quickly glancing across at where the males were engaged in their own mortal combat she smiled as Karl was literally kicking the stuffing out of the older husband. The more athletic blonde was giving his more experienced opponent the boot, and as she watched the big German ducked a clubbing fist to literally lift his Latino opponent off his feet with a massive foot to his heavy dangling pods leaving Carlito curled in a foetal ball whimpering as Karl stomped on his head. Terressa weakly tried to scratch at Helene?s eyes but the Hamburg wife tightened her grip on the nineteen year olds windpipe and the dark swarthy Latino?s face started to turn an unhealthy shade of purple.

Then a roar from the crowd made Helene look across at the other cage. She had expected to see the finale death throws of the heavy Brazilian Bull but was shocked to see Karl staggering back to fall out cold on the sandy cage floor. The wonders of instant replay were much missed by the patrons of the Coliseum, but this small underground arena had it?s own large screens so the masked crowd should not miss any of the action. Helene watched in horror as Karl had approached the seemingly unconscious Carlito only for the bigger veteran male to suddenly jerk into life and smash a two footed kick squarely under the younger blondes chin sending him down to the sand nearly out cold. Now Carlito had a whip curled around the Hamburg male?s neck and heaving back he had his younger more muscled opponent gurgling as he slowly strangled the life out of him.

Helene didn?t hesitate, leaving the stricken Terressa to grovel in the sand croaking, holding her red finger imprinted squeezed neck; she leapt for the bars of the cage that separated the two fights. The tall white woman had already flung one leg over the top bars of her cage and was about to climb across to the male?s death pit when a hiss and crack stopped her dead and she howled in excruciating torment. The wounded teen had crawled across to the matching bull whip her husband was using to choke the life from the European husband, and propping herself up on one arm had sent the leather weapon up into Helene?s groin. The barbed whip end had caressed the tanned blonde?s clit, slashing its way between her succulent cunt lips to brutalise her sex. The powerful white women collapsed across the top bars weeping with both hands clasped to her sex allowing the teen to expertly flick the whip up to wrap around the bigger blondes dangling left ankle, and with a yank simultaneously pull herself to her feet and heave Helene down from the top of the cage with a wail and a thud.

However as the brown haired beauty approached the downed blonde the older bitch kicked up from the floor catching Terressa with a heel smash that had flattened the little vixens hot clit onto her unyielding public bone and dropping the teen to the sand on her knees moaning holding herself. Helene still mindful of the need to save her husband snatched up the whip and pulling herself up by the bars cracked the leather tip with its cutting barbs full into Carlito?s face. The big Bull screamed as his cheek was slashed open and he fell back releasing a croaking Karl from his near imminent demise. The vengeful blonde wife was however not finished yet and reaching through the bars she etched a red shinny path of pain across the older husbands retreating ass. Then the vicious White female got in one last telling cut, and the crawling Latino Bull screamed in agony as the blonde sent the whip up between his legs to slash at his cock and seeds leaving him sobbing holding his bloody groin in the far corner of the cage, thus allowing Karl time to recover.

Turning back to her own foe Helene only had time to half dodge as a studded wooden pole splashed across her face, breaking her nose and closing one eye and then splintering to pieces on the iron cage bars. Terressa had crept up silently behind the occupied white women intent on dashing her brains out with the heavy wooden weapon. Taking a full swing only luck had saved Helene?s brains from now being left oozing from her skull. However luck could also even up the odds and one of the splinters flashed back to cut a crimson arc across the Latino beauties forehead, filing her eyes with her own red blood so that she had to stagger away rubbing frantically to clear her sight of the gore. The crowd roared its approval of the fight so far and as both families tried to regroup and recover the shouts for death and mutilation echoed around the darkened arena focusing all eyes on the floodlit death cages.

John,

Hoped you liked that bit of nasty stuff, more to follow soon.

[ June 03, 2008 07:31 AM: Message edited by: johnsmith2007 ]

**MikeJV** · June 2nd, 2008, 02:23 PM

Oh yes. liked it VERY much, AWESOME STUFF, I'm REALLY looking forward the rest of it!!!

It'll prob be a while befoe the rest is posted, but this was a GREAT 1 day early birthday present, Thankyou.

MikeJV

[ June 02, 2008 06:59 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]