San Vs Ichi (JapFight School)

Japanese High School Naked Wrestling

Usual warning about violence, sex, and young people etc


In the IC unit a soft hand squeezed her?s reassuringly.


She was now drenched in sweat and panting from exertion, her long black hair plastered to her head and back, as she tried to work out her anger at the result of the disciplinary meeting. Her naked body danced around bare foot as she attacked and attacked again her passive victim. The swinging ?Heavy Bag? was suffering from repeated kicks, chops, and punches, standing in for the uncaring fools of the Disciplinary Committee and there outrageous attitude. The three seniors of the High Schools Honor Council had decided without even bothering to listen to her side of the story, and what was more infuriating was that her efforts in saving the little bitch?s life were completely ignored. The two girls on the Council were both fighters and should have known better than to side with that four-eyed Otaku.

When they had carried her back to the dorm Miki had cried at the state she was in, but then her tears had turned to cold anger at Arimi when she heard about the young first year girl rushed to hospital. Her friend had sobbed.
?You promised me, you would never do it again,? and then had not spoken to her since. The whole school seemed to be holding its breath awaiting another explosion of violence, all except the teacher in charge of ?Special Projects?.

Arimi had been sat gloomily alone at her lunch-table until Fuso, one of her classmates, had sat down opposite her, but then the teacher had approached and immediately invited her to attend one of his lectures, to see if he could get her interested in his own little assassination bureau. Her face had gone ashen, this was the last thing she needed, but luckily Fuso, who was also her study tutor, had interrupted, and even though only a senior like Arimi, he had calmly told the teacher that she was busy doing catch-up classes in Explosives Tech with him that evening. As the annoyed teacher had left she had turned to thank the boy, but he had only shrugged, taken his glasses off so as to give her a hard unfriendly glare, and then hissed.
?You are a disgrace to the school,? before calmly continuing to eat his noodles in silence, while keeping her company at her otherwise ostracized table. Silver gasped, Fuso was supposed to be the school?s nice guy, and had plenty of girls chasing him as he was rich and well connected. However he was a nerd, and even though plenty of her classmates envied her position as his pupil, he had not made a move on her once when they were studying alone, sat on her large double bed. Gay she guessed.

It had been her bad luck that the following day it was Fuso, as Head Boy, who was judging her conduct. He was in the ?Technical and Surveillance? study stream at the school and had only minimal fighting and combat experience, but he was the Principle?s pet, so her friends had been too scared to go against him. She had been sentenced to four weeks of toilet cleaning duty, and would therefore become a laughing stock in the school. Luckily the other part of her punishment, which the little twerp had taken great glee in pronouncing, would have no effect at all. She had been excluded from her senior double room and moved to a single, and forbidden contact with her lover. She had seen the sly smiles of the two girls who knew she had no lover, unlike nearly all the other seniors for whom that punishment would have probably led to heartbreak and infidelity. Her old reputation as an insatiable man and women eater had ended with last year?s carnage, and in fact she now found it hard to make any new relationships, but for appearances had kept fresh all the old tales that had so excited the school. She had glared across at the boy, who gave her a smug smile while she boiled.

Losing face and respect was everything to Arimi, and her anger had driven her to stay late in the gym, pounding on the leather, while the rest of the school slept of fucked the night away. She had expected to have lost her Captaincy of the Fight Team, but the Otaku had missed the most obvious punishment, and she still remained a prefect too. He had condescendingly reminded her that he also had the power to put her back on the drugs regime she had had when she had started at the school. For the first time she had seen concern pass quickly over the boys face, as the shock of that threat had made her lose her composure. She flushed with anger and smacked a particularly hard blow into the leather padded bag at the memory of her dishonoring sob. The recollection of those days, when she was just a zombie, subdued until released only to fight, had turned her pale, and tears had sprung to her eyes. She hated the thought of showing her fear in front of that cold fish, but at least he had quickly moved on, and not followed up the threat.

About midnight the door to the gym swung open and in trooped her visitors. The three remaining members of Mercury?s little gang looked angry and apprehensive as they shucked off their uniforms and sandals, revealing their boyish still developing nude bodies to the glare of the gyms harsh lighting. Silver studiously ignored them as she toweled her glistening sweaty body. Hesitantly they looked at each other before with a scream they rushed at her. Arimi tried to hide a smile; they hadn?t even worked out a strategy to attack the taller older girl, but just rushed in like a pack of dogs, wailing like banshees to overcome their obvious fear. They all had dyed hair, though none as extreme as their ex-leaders. The tallest, least muscled vixen?s was cut short and straight and honey blonde, the smallest had curly brownish blonde hair with pink streaks, and both had the spray on tan of the KoGal. The other teen was an African-American exchange student from some Chicago South Side gang, but she also had her shoulder length straightened hair dyed golden blonde, and had even dyed her eye brows, but her body was its natural blue back.

It was ?American? who attacked first, sending a swinging kick towards Silver?s ribs. She was obviously aiming for the livid mass of bruises that decorated her right side, but she was not quick enough. Ducking round the practice bag the dark haired older girl easily blocked the blow, grabbing hold of the flying leg and upending the junior, who crashed to the floor. Meanwhile aided by the length of her long legs ?Honey? managed to close and catch Silver with a round house blow to the side of the face which the prefect only half blocked. As her left eye started to swell Arimi thought at least there was no need to worry about rules for this fight; no rules brawls, were no rules brawls, just try not to kill anyone. A snap kick to Honey?s hairless cunt lips elicited a scream from the school girl, and she waddled back holding her sex, allowing Silver to thud another kick into her stomach and send her to the floor retching. However it was ?Streaks? who had maybe thought more about this ambush than her friends. Seeing her opportunity as Silver dodged away, flinging her head back to clear her eyes of her long raven hair, the smallest of the three vixens had dived at the older girl and snagged hold of the breast their leader had so cruelly brutalized only two days earlier.

Silver let out a wail of protest and her head swam at the agony that suddenly invade her body. Streaks jumped behind the taller female and fixed both of her small sets of claws into the large swollen discolored mass of the older schoolgirls developing left breast. Tears erupted from Arimi?s eyes as she desperately tried to unfasten the ripping gouging fingers. She could feel the stitches tearing and the small draining tube that had been fitted to help the medical staff remodel her tit was pulled out with a gush of lymph, blood and milk. Through a mist of pain she saw American pull back a fist and instinctively she ducked under the blow, to be rewarded by a scream from Streaks. Spinning round she saw the small teen was now bent double holding her face as gore dripped from her busted nose, and completely forgetting this was a fight American rushed up to console her friend presenting her back to the more experienced fighter.

Silver would have liked nothing better than to have staggered back, sucking in some much needed air and console her injured milker. But in a real catfight she who hesitates is lost. Africa wailed in protest, and then as Silver pushed harder she screamed in unearthly agony, begging the prefect to stop before she ruined her. To the side of the gym the weights had been left stacked and beside them the shinny round metal bar, it was this that the raven haired cat had shot straight into the tight dark hole of the American?s ass. That had stopped the well muscled vixen dead, but then as the junior had tried to straighten up, both hands pulling at the slippery, now blood coated weight bar, Arimi had given a grunt of exertion and sent it deep inside her. Hysterically American staggered away, impaled and screaming for someone to take out the weapon. The black girl wobbled to the wall where she stopped, hunched over, whimpering, as blood pooled below her, eyes screwed shut in pain and terror.

Arimi was nearly caught by the same novice mistake the black kitten had made, and lingered; just a bit too long, concerned as to whether she might have ruptured the other schoolgirl?s bowels. She saw the blur of movement at the last minute and managed to deflect most of the force of the blow, but she was still however thrown to the floor as the hard steel disk of a 25lb weight smacked into her right shoulder. Honey, not satisfied with flinging only the one solid metal weapon, had quickly bent to retrieve another from the wall rack and before Silver could scoot out of range on all fours she had narrowly escaped serious injury as an even heavier solid weight had cracked into the wood flooring near her head, sending splinters flying. Rolling she sprung back to her feet, rubbing desperately at her arm to try to relieve the numbing effect of the blow, as pain pulsed through her whole right side. Then pain shot though her neck and it all went dark.

The pain in her side was only slightly abated, but as her senses retuned it was the throbbing in her neck and head that concerned her most. She realized it must have been Streaks who had crept up behind her and karate chopped her to the neck, but she was either inept or careless and had by the tingling down Arimi?s spine, nearly killed her sempei with the blow. Silver?s eyes slowly refocused, and she could hear the concerned voices of the two Japanese girls as they tried to comfort and help the ebony kitten.
?It?s stuck.? Scream. ?Here let me try.? Scream. ?Sorry, please don?t cry.? Whimper.
?What if I twist it?? Wail. ?Lets both try together.? Scream. Scream. Scream.

As Arimi sat up holding her sore head she focused on the now prostrate twitching charcoal body of the American, as the other two KoGals stood side by side looking in wonder at the blood and shit covered end of the metal pole they had just extracted from her ass. She knew she had little time before they came after her with that very pole with thoughts of revenge. Silver got gingerly to her feet, head still spinning, and staggered across to the wall behind the engrossed juniors, knowing the only form of defense was offence. The first the two tanned blondes knew of her recovery was when they spun round in response to a screamed challenge. With a yell she leapt off the wall bars to double drop kick them; the added height given by climbing half way up the frame enabling her hard bare feet to find soft targets in the blossoming breast of the two teens. With matching screams both schoolgirls were flung back clutching an injured mammery as Silver?s luck held, and she landed with a thud on top of the agonized form of the nude dark chocolate fighter.

For a minute the gym was quiet as Silver slowly recovered her wind and the KoGals whimpered in pain as one of their tender new found milkers apiece filled with blood due to the crushing damage of glands onto unyielding bone. To Arimi?s delight the left breast of Streak had taken the hardest hit and was now purple, with the swollen distorted teat dripping blood, as the teen sobbed, holding the baby feeder. Honey?s right breast had fared a little better, but was still swollen a size bigger than it?s fellow, and red and veined from the assault, and hanging two inches lower than its companion.

The American below Silver whined and tried to get up as she slowly recovered her senses. The weight of the senior kept her pinned as she moaned in protest at her captivity. The raven haired bitch was laying full length across her battered body, naked pale Oriental skin pressing down the blue black American, their blood and sweat mingling as they were wielded together in near exhaustion. Silver smiled across at the pained faces of the two Japanese schoolgirls, ten foot away, both propped up against the far wall of the gym. Gripping the muscled black teen by her long golden hair, she lifted her head up to give her a long passionate kiss, before tenderly licking away the tears off of the younger girls face.
?Sorry, in other circumstances this might have been fun, but I?m afraid I?m really only turned on by boys, but in your case I might have made an exception,? she whispered into the staring brown pools of the American teen?s eyes and then pounded the back of her head down hard onto the wooden floor sending her back into dream land.

With a scream at the brutality to her friend, and Silver suspected lover, Streak leapt up and charged across at the recumbent form of the older girl to be met by a quickly rising Silver who leg swept the charging teen?s feet out from under her. Honey got halfway up before Silver snapped a kick under her chin sending her to crash back against the wall and fall in a disheveled crying heap by the other KoGal. Now Arimi danced around them, ignoring her own pain and dizziness, ignoring fatigue and loss of blood, raining kicks onto the rolling and dodging, naked sweaty bodies of the two younger girls, as they repeatedly tried to rise and fight her but were continually smacked back to the floor. Eventually a lucky flailing leg from Honey at last managed to connect, and Silver was stopped short as her clit was bruised and gouged by sharpened toenails. Adrenaline suddenly ran out for the older teen, a hard fight only forty-eight hours previous and now this battering had finally drained her tank.

It was Streak who scrambled up to take advantage of the staggering, wobbling prefect. Desperate to finish this she snatched hold of Arimi?s right arm and pulling hard to keep the weakened senior off balance she kicked up into the taller girl?s lower stomach. Silver croaked and coughed as her guts were crushed and she was left gasping and sick from the blow. Encouraged by her friend the other battered KoGal pushed herself up from the cold floor to fasten a tight grip onto the raven haired beauties other arm, swinging in a knee as she did so to connect with a splat on the hot hairless cunt of the school captain. The battering Silver had taken only a few days before was now telling on her drained body, and she let out a yell of agony as her already abused clit was crushed. The two blondes exchanged an exhausted smile as they held the bigger girl bent over and slowly forced her protesting to the floor, and then they unleashed a barrage of bare footed stomps and kicks into the naked torso of the pale skinned older girl.

Silver?s body was already a tapestry of bruise from the fight with Mercury, but Streak and Honey filled in the few spaces left with fresh blue and purple discolorations. Arimi was now on her knees, head bent over, bedraggled hair hanging limp across her face, her screams now silent, only grunting as another blow fell. She had refused to beg for mercy, but in their frenzy it was unlikely the other teens were even able to stop. They were now completely carried away in the rush of an unexpected victory, and Arimi was trying her hardest not to piss and shit herself even though she knew that they must be very close to crippling her kidneys and maybe even killing her. Tears flooded down her cheeks, and then the battering stopped.

Though light head with pain she clearly heard shouted commands, a protest from one of the KoGals and then the hiss and discharge of a Tazer followed swiftly by the agonized screams of Streak. The tall junior was now shaking in torment, frothing at the mouth, rigid on the floor, while Honey still protested with whoever had interrupted their victory party. However, now with her right arm released from the pink highlighted blonde?s vice like grip Silver cut short the argument with a ?hot finger? jab. Being on her knees she was at the exact level for a crippling blow to the younger teen?s excited clit. Winning had got Honey all engorged, erect and dripping, and Arimi did feel sorry for cheating her of a well won victory as her stabbing index finger sliced through the smooth, tanned shaved cunt lips of the junior to crush and slice her clit. Mercifully she howled only once before fainting to fall unconscious beside the similarly unmoving bodies of her two friends.

Arimi heard the click of the gym phone and then a subdued male voice calling for medical assistance, ?Some sort of brawl between three juniors,? and then as she tried to get up her head had spun and she staggered, collapsing on the hard wooden floor. She had a foggy recollection of comforting arms catching her as she fell, and then of being picked her up carefully and gently carried to the senior?s area, tended to and dosed with boosters, FightDrug and painkillers. It was only when they had taken a pause for drinks near dawn, both exhausted by a long night of frantic rutting, that she had time to wonder why it was that the Fuso had checked on her in the gym, and had arrived just in time to rescue her.

A week later in class, when she had made up her rift with Miki, she had tried to explain to her friend that it was only the heat of catfight fever that had forced her to fuck that little shit, before going to the medical wing the next day. How could she ever love a boy an inch shorter than she was? However she had sworn her to secrecy; officially she had to wait another three weeks before she could have a lover, but then again it had been that fucker who had decreed the punishment in the first place. ?Fucker, Fuck Her?, she had to hide a laugh, causing the math?s teacher to give her a disapproving look, so she quickly buried her head in her book, pretending to study. She mused that for someone top of his class in surveillance Fuso knew nothing about girls, and had blindly believed all the rumors of her rampant sex life. With a smile she realized she had taken out all her frustrations and pain, as well as six months of celibacy, on the small boy?s body, leaving him nearly as bruised and bloody as she was. She was surprised to find out that he had somehow remained a virgin, with all the temptations the school had to offer, though now it did appear he was aiming to catch up with his friends as quickly as possible, fucking her in all possible positions at every opportunity.

She also realized that at this rate she was never going to be able to recover from her injuries, as he was keeping her sore and exhausted; she frown and then broke into a broad smile, but also blissfully satisfied. After the first night of raw drug fueled passion, he had shown her a whole other side to sex; gentle, erotic, adventurous. He seemed to have pass keys to nearly the whole school and a knack of knowing which CCTV cameras were not working, and when otherwise busy public rooms would not be in use. So at lunch, morning breaks, after school classes and free periods she had coupled with the Head Boy in the gym, teachers common room, first year?s showers, the school?s shrine, as well as in his, her, and even her home room teacher?s room, before enjoying long nights in his arms in of all places the schools padded dueling pit. All this within a whisker of discovery and punishment,, and to add to it all the ?rich kid? had bombarded her with lingerie to slip into, so he could enjoy slipping it off her, before slipping it to her.

Her phone buzzed and she giggled as she read the text message, ?The Principle?s office now. I have purchased a large tin of Maple Syrup and pot of fresh cream. You will be my bowl, and I promise to lick the plate clean. Principle-san will however have to clean his own desk.?

Her grades in Explosives Tech were going to suffer badly.


John,

I?ve enjoyed writing these ?flash backs?, so I hope you are enjoying reading them. Not sure what?s up next, I need to review my plot notes.