A Classic from the FFF site: The Harem Series - by Pagan and HalHow3

[Ted Mark]

The Harem a series by Pagan and HalHow3

The Harem The Early Days

I became interested in female fighting as a young boy. My father was master of the harem before passing it on to me, and at the time of my youth the harem included about twenty fine women. My father did not like his women to fight and would sanction those he discovered fighting. Among the women, however, there understandably arose from time to time various jealousies and rivalries. Some of these escalated to the point where the participants wished to settle their dispute physically in battle. But they didn't want my father to find out about their fights so they were careful to engage each other in out of the way places where they were less likely to be discovered. This had the undesired effect (from my father's viewpoint) that the fights were often unsupervised and thus sometimes became very vicious, even deadly. Since as a boy I was not seen as a threat and had free reign of the palace including the harem area, I was in the right place at the right time to see some of these cat fights. From the time I was ten until my mid adolescence I witnessed at least five major, to-the-finish battles and several lesser spats.



The first fight I saw was one of the most vicious and intense female fights I have ever witnessed even to this day, and it made a profound impression on me. I was ten years old at the time and was idly exploring the harem area. The chambers were plush, colorful and full of feminine scents. I was walking down a wide hallway when I heard a crash and some thumping accompanied by heavy breathing. These sounds were emerging from an open doorway down the hall and to the left. There was something about the sounds I was hearing - instinctively I knew something serious was happening. I stopped dead in my tracks and watched the doorway intently, not daring to go closer.

I didn't have to wait long. My heart started beating rapidly as two harem women emerged slowly from the doorway into the hall. It wasn't their lack of clothing that took my breath away (I had seen many naked attractive women by that time); it was what they were doing. They were on their feet and looked almost like they were hugging. I had never seen a female fight before but I knew instantly that this was no friendly hug _ they were fighting! Their bodies moved slowly and jerkily, their "hug" consisting of vicious clutching of each others' bodies. And their faces! Their faces were contorted with what looked like a mixture of pain and rage. All they had on were panties. Nothing else stood between their bodies as sexy woman flesh pressed tightly against sexy woman flesh.

They were making no sound other than their strained, desperate breathing. I couldn't move, being awed, frightened and excited all at once. I watched the two women intently, hardly daring to blink for fear that the vision would disappear, because already in those few seconds I learned that watching women fight was one of the most exciting experiences one could have. One was blonde and the other dark haired. Both were beautiful. The dark haired woman looked larger and stronger than her opponent, but they were both fighting fiercely and intently.

By now they had staggered in each other's grasp to the center of the wide hall. I already knew instinctively the true intensity of this fight but I was about to see physical evidence of it. The blond released one hand from clutching her enemy's body and drove a hard punch into her side. The brunette gasped; the women separated slightly and the blonde drove a wicked uppercut into the brunette's exposed breast. The brunette screamed and staggered back. The blond charged after her and the two fighters clinched tightly again. The brunette muscled their two locked bodies to the carpet where they landed with a hard "thunk!" and rolled and thrashed furiously for a few seconds before the blonde secured the top position. But the brunette flung her off.

The women scrambled to their feet and hardly waited until they were upright to attack each other. They clutched and each grabbed hair and drove her fist into the other's breasts. They circled each other as they fought this way. The blonde moved in and wrapped her arms around her enemy, biting hard into the brunette's breast. Her victim screamed and flung her away again. The brunette followed, ramming the smaller woman into the wall, holding her there while driving her fist into the blonde's back and kidneys. The blond managed to twist around, her face contorted with pain and rage. She grasped her enemy's breasts and the brunette returned the hold. The two women, gasping and moaning, staggered slowly away from the wall towards the middle of the hall again.

I had never imagined let alone seen a fight in which the combatants went at each other with such single minded intensity. There was no question of either female wanting to quit even though each was being sorely hurt by her opponent. I didn't know then the nature of the conflict that drove them to fight but I could feel the passion behind it. At the edge of my consciousness, I noticed that my penis was hard and erect as I watched the battle but I was too engrossed in the drama of the fight to think much about it then. The brunette moved in and tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms. The blonde continued to savage her rival's breasts. Their bodies were once again tightly pressed together and they fought without much movement. Then slowly they began to sink down to the carpet, their bodies becoming incredibly more entwined until, when they were lying in each other's grasp, their voluptuous legs were wrapped together like vines and the fronts of their bodies were pressed tightly together.

It was now that the greater size and strength of the brunette began to pay off. As the two women fought, eyes closed, faces grimacing with effort, passion and pain, the brunette began to move her body so she very slowly began to control her blond adversary. They moved ever so slowly and the process took several minutes but the brunette was working her way to the top position. Her legs held those of her opponent fast so she couldn't escape or use them to attack. She secured a headlock on the blond.

Then they lay almost entirely still in this deadly embrace, their breath coming hard and gasping. My heart was beating wildly and I felt faint. Then as I watched the two fighters struggle tightly together a strange sensation began to build and build in my genitals. Then it was as if I exploded inside, having what I later learned was an intense, prolonged orgasm. My head was swimming. Yet on they fought but after another two minutes of struggle and the blonde went limp in her enemy's arms as she apparently lost consciousness. I could see her muscles relax and her arm fall away from its clutching hold on her enemy. The brunette wasted no time. She sprawled on top of the unconscious blond, shifted her position slightly and tensed her arms, grimacing with effort. I could see the muscles in her arms stand out. Then I heard the terrible sound as the blonde's neck snapped!

What an incredible battle! So passionate a fight that the victrix intentionally killed her opponent. For a moment the two fighters continued to lie together, their mostly nude, sweat soaked bodies in intimate contact. After about a minute the brunette finally moved and slowly extricated herself from the body of her rival. She unsteadily got to her feet, swaying slightly, a dazed expression on her beautiful face. She still looked magnificent though her shapely body told eloquently of the viciousness of the battle she had won: red scratch marks marred her skin, blood flowed from some especially vicious bites. Her breasts jutted out proudly, though bruised and scratched. One of her nipples had almost been bitten off. Her hair was completely tangled and clumps of both brown and blonder hair littered the floor where they two had fought.

The blonde's body was similarly damaged and the two now presented an incredible sight _ the victrix standing over her victim _ a still shot of the end of a terrible conflict.

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Posted by HalHow3 on November 08, 1999 at 15:14:59:

Harem 2 -- The Sequel

Author: Unknown [Background: This is part of The Harem series. Mala and Kara had become rivals. They had fought before and their rivalry was causing a lot of dissension. The match described here was to be a fight to the finish to settle the feud before it became even more disruptive.]

Preparations were rushing forward for the Mala-Kara battle. In the viewing area, the ring was being set up -- it consisted of a fifteen by fifteen padded mat surrounded by padded walls about four feet high and sloping outward. I would watch the action from a couch overlooking the ring. The rest of the girls were so excited it was hard to get them to settle down. There were arguments about who would win and how long it would take. I enquired how the combatants were, and Celia told me they were like cats in a cage, very anxious to begin.

Finally it was noon and time for the contest to begin. Everyone was in their places. First the left door opened and in came Kara, dressed in a short wrap skirt and loose jacket. Her flowing blond hair shone, here eyes flashed and she looked beautiful. She walked to one side of the arena and waited. Then Mala came in through the right door. She looked striking in a long robe fastened around her neck. Her dark hair also shone. The two tensed as they stared at each other. Apparently, they had not cooled down at all since their first fight; they were flanked by women on either side so they wouldn't try to begin prematurely. On Celia's signal, Kara walked gracefully up to me and kissed me long and deep. Then she walked back to her gate and slowly unwrapped her skirt from around her hips and thighs. Her magnificent long legs were like tapered pillars. Then she slowly eased out of her jacket, revealing her bare chest, her nipples hard in anticipation. She stood there, dressed only in red panties, her magnificent body poised and ready to do battle withher rival.

Mala then moved to me and kissed me. I almost came right there with the excitement of the coming fight and the passionate kisses I was receiving. Mala went back to her corner and let her robe slip from her shoulders as she glared at Kara. Her large breasts jutted out, nipples also hard. She was just slightly shorter than Kara but every bit as firm and ready. Finally, Celia allowed the gates to the ring to be opened and each girl entered from her side. The gates were then closed and locked. What happened next amazed me even after yesterday. There was no hesitation or sparing. At the signal the girls crouched and sprang for each other. Their nude bodies smacked together in the middle of the ring, they grappled briefly and then went down in a squirming heap of fighting girl. Their nude bodies were wrapped together totally to the point where it would have been hard to tell who was who, were it not for Mala's darker skin. They fought furiously and violently for over two minutes. The sloping sides of the ring prevented them from getting away from each other or rolling with each other out of the ring.

All of a sudden they sprang apart. They got to their knees facing each other and smashed together breast to breast in a mutual bear hug. I almost went crazy watching the two gorgeous bare breasted women in their deadly embrace. Their hands clawed each other's back, their faces were inches apart grimacing and glaring at each other.

Their breath started coming hard as they hugged each other tightly. The first to make a move was Kara. She lunged forward knocking them off balance. They fell to a lying position without releasing their holds. But Kara was on top. Their long hair was intermingled. Their long marvelous legs lashed out and locked around each other's. With the advantage of gravity, Kara was gaining the advantage, and Mala looked like she was going to pass out. She released her grip on Kara. Immediately Kara moved to consolidate and tighten her grip but at the same time Mala started to drive her fists into Kara's head. Back and forth she hit Kara, calling up all her remaining strength. It worked, for Kara had to let go and grab Mala's arms. Soon they were gripping each other's hands with Kara still lying voluptuously on top of Mala.

Mala had rescued herself from defeat, but she still was weakened. She tried to gain time by holding Kara's hands. Kara sensed the importance of a quick kill, so she brought their arms within reach of her mouth and bit into Mala's arm. Mala bucked Kara off her, quickly got to her feet and staggered back to a leaning position on the back wall. Her beautiful tanned body was bathed in sweat as she panted wildly for breath and looked wide eyed at Kara who was getting to her feet. Kara was also suffering from the battle and was breathing hard. The finality of the fight struck them both as they rested on opposite walls of the arena -- this was to the finish, and they were scared of each other.

Rage overcame fear, and slowly the two sexy battlers began to circle each other, the distance between them shrinking, their breathing deepening, eyes riveted on each other. The next round of this awesome fight was about to begin.

When two feet apart, they hesitated slightly. Then they lunged forward, grabbing each other's breasts. Four hands grabbed four breasts. Their eyes were locked on each other's, glaring, and they staggered around, grimacing in pain. Towards the side of the ring, they fell sideways and leaned up against the wall, still holding their vicious grips on each other's beautiful chests. Slowly, moaning, they slid to their knees, still clutching each other's breasts.

Finally after almost two minutes of mutual torture, Mala could take it no longer. She released her hold and sprang for Kara's neck. Kara was knocked backwards with Mala's hands around her throat. Mala sunk her teeth into Kara's left breast. Kara grabbed Mala's hair and pulled her head back. She in turn sank her teeth into Mala's protruding breast. Mala rolled off to the side, and the girls quickly locked legs, lying away from each other. Their sensuous limbs wound around each other, they rolled back and forth in the arena. Many of the other girls of the harem were there watching the ferocious battle take place between their harem-mates. They watched in fascination, some excited, some horrified, all intent on the battle. Occasionally, two girls would shove each other in an argument over the fight. Some had to restrain themselves from jumping in they pit with the two combatants.

In fact, two onlookers, Denise and Sally, both athletic looking trim blonds, started yelling at each other and sparring. As the fight between Kara and Mala progressed, I noticed the altercations between the two blondes in the stands were getting more frequent and violent. All of a sudden, Denise grabbed Sally and flung the surprised blonde into the arena next to the two women locked in their death struggle. Denise immediately dove after Sally, landing on top of her. The new pair immediately secured vicious grips on each other and another fight was on. I wasn't aware of any rivalry between Denise and Sally but apparently the intense battle taking place in the arena had awoke a desire in these two foxes to try to tear each other apart. The arena was not intended to hold two pairs of fighters so the girls frequently bumped into each other as they fought. I decided to allow both fights to continue and take their natural course to a conclusion. While the Mala and Kara were still locked at the legs and were scratching at each other's legs and rolling, Denise and Sally had locked their bodies together chest to chest and were also rolling. Kara broke free and succeeded in straddling Mala's back and was bending her leg back, almost spraining it. The other two banged hard into them, knocking Kara from Mala's back. Mala broke free and got to her feet and almost tripped from the pain in her leg. She hobbled around the arena, keeping the other fighting pair between herself and Kara. Kara was wild to get at Mala. She finally just leaped over the other fighters and rushed at Mala.

Mala lashed out with her foot, catching Kara in the belly, but Kara came on anyway and banged into Mala, grabbing her in a head lock. Mala clawed at Kara's arm, pinched her thighs and tried to elbow her gut, but still Kara hung on. Mala began to weaken and they fell to the floor with Kara on top and still gripping Mala around the neck. She roughly banged Mala to her stomach, dropped flush on her and started to choke her from behind with her arm. Also she attacked the back of Mala's neck with her teeth. Mala thrashed and bucked, her eyes wide with frustration and fear but the end now came quickly. Mala lost consciousness, but Kara hung on viciously until Mala stopped moving. She then just lay there exhausted on top of her defeated opponent while the second battle raged a few feet away. Finally Kara got up, her beautiful body bruised and dripping with sweat. In shock and unaware of the onlookers, she moved to the side of the arena, swung her leg over the side and uneasily got out of the ring. Her defeated dark haired rival lay still to the sweat soaked mat. Amazingly, Denise and Sally continued to struggle, body to body, legs locked, unaware of anything but each other.

Two girls entered the ring to remove Mala's limp body and give the remaining fighters more room. Their sexy gossamer clothing was being shredded and just hung in strips from their bodies as they rolled about. Their's had become a very intense struggle. They didn't roll wildly about but rather had vicious grips on each other; their movements were jerky and slow, occasionally shifting position. Denise was on top now, but they rolled slowly over and Sally pressed down from the top position. Again, I was awed at the ferocity of this female fight. The intensity and passion between the two women was terrible -- their spirits were locked as were their bodies, and the only thing concerning each of them was battling her rival to the death. For several more minutes, the two struggled in this way. When both were nearing exhaustion, they broke and rolled apart. Lying voluptuously a few feet apart in the ring, they writhed slightly and gasped for air. Both were desperate to rest and get some of their strength back.

After about a minute, they staggered to their feet and moved back to opposite sides of the ring, glaring at each other. Then for the first time, they noticed that they were alone in the ring and that the other battle was over. What clothing they had left hung in strips from their marvelous trim bodies. They shook those shreds off, standing naked facing each other. Denise snarled an insult at Sally, who became instantly enraged, and the two women rushed each otheragain. They grappled wildly in the center of the ring. Their breasts rubbed together as they swayed this way and that in their wild battle. Then, breaking their clinch, they backed off slightly and started boxing. Fists hit flesh as they stumbled around the arena facing each other with fists cocked. They pummeled each other mercilessly, both too exhausted to cover up well.

Suddenly Sally lowered her head and charged Denise, grabbing her around the middle. The momentum sent them sprawling. Sally used the moment of surprise to spread her body on top of Denise's. Bare flesh pressed against bare flesh as Denise fought to get Sally off her. She thrashed wildly, attempting to throw her blond rival who in turn hung on tenaciously. Then the two battlers got grips around each other's backs and started a dual bear hug. They squeezed and squeezed, their breath coming hard. In her exertion and pain, Sally forgot about keeping the top position, and the two locked women began to roll over and over slowly, their legs entwined, thigh flesh squeezed together, breasts mashed out of place and faces grimacing and snarling.

After several minutes of struggle, they mutually relinquished their bear hugs and with legs still entwined they lay facing each other with the tops of their bodies separated. They each grabbed each other's firm mounds and squeezed. They gasped and grunted while locked together this way. It was a terrible struggle and I sat mesmerized at the sight of the intense violence before me. Finally, Sally could take it no longer. She released Denise's' breasts and grabbed her arms, trying to loosen her excruciating grip. But Denise had a good hold and fought to retain it. Sally scratched, screamed, and dug her nails into Denise's arms, but Denise wouldn't let go. Then after several interminable minutes of anguish, Sally passed out. Denise groggily mounted on top of Sally's body and transferred her grip to Sally's neck in order to finish off her rival for good. She began to choke Sally, but in mounting her enemy, she had risen too fast and she became faint and collapsed on top of Sally's sprawled body. The two unconscious girl fighters lay there, Denise on top of Sally. The terrible battle was over, and Sally had barely escaped death at the hands of her rival.

That afternoon had been one of the most intense experiences of my life. The two passionate fights to the finish were unprecedented. After that things did calm down somewhat, though a precedent had been set for physical contests between the women of the harem. This resulted in some interesting encounters which are the subject for another time.

One effect of that day was that sex with Kara always had a special intensity to it. Knowing that this woman had been willing to fight a rival to the death and had survived the battle made her very special to me and she became one of my favorites.


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