Elevator Fight Club -Eight Is a Crowd by Mr. Cage

[cage]

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

Elevator Fight Club ? Eight Is a Crowd by Mr. Cage ? comments at [email protected]

The servers were in Russia. The cut-out clearing house for chat, e-mail, notices had rotating anonymous hosts all located in small Central American nations or Caribbean Islands that already had grown rich on internet gambling, porn and no record banking. Getting in to the EFC at ground level had required some money and passing an investigation. Getting into the Elite Members Circle required a lot more money and a thorough investigation and the installation of security protocols on any computer, cell, and tag scanner/printer PDA used in the conduct of business. Of course most members just visited the basic sites and frequented the elevators, stairwells, empty storage units, etc. where the real business of the EFC was conducted.

Jason Greene left work for lunch. He had a two week vacation scheduled soon. It was summer. Leaving the office by elevator he noted that there were no red tags, written or electronically generated. The EFC had some surprising premium locations, but most were the out of the way dilapidated office buildings, parking lots, warehouses, abandoned buildings, no-tell hotels, etc. He checked his Club PDA for the locations meeting his criteria. There were ninety-six in the Greater LA area and two hundred more if you expanded into the Southland. His second level search identified five interesting prospects within thirty minutes of his office. There were many other sites, but he was looking for something special.

Pulling off the main drag he made six turns into a relatively deserted warehouse area. He went to the indicated gate, got out looking out of place in his Vice President-International suit and keyed in the codes to an electronic lock. The lock opened and he drove into the loading and receiving area. Six trucks were there and five were being loaded or emptied. He pulled to dock seven, got out, keyed in the code again and entered by a side door.

On the wall was a dirty chalk board. He flipped it over and saw the back was covered in red tags; some had been written on in black and others were electronically prepared. The wall behind the chalk board was covered in red tags with challenges. Those tags were checked in green. Each told a story of a desperate fight. As an Elite Member he could key in the codes and find the posted pictures and in some places see the digital recordings. This site was not equipped with the hidden recording devices so there would be no fight clips, only pictures taken by the winners. His son, Timmy, was the Greene family photographer.

First Jason went to the freight elevator that when in use could take up small forklifts up to the higher floors which had been converted into offices, corporate record storage and personal storage areas. The elevator was grimy, smelled of piss, shit and sweat. There was also the coppery smell of blood. Dried spatters of rusty matter showed the elevator had been used often and not cleaned. No one had died so the Cleaners hadn?t been called recently. He walked its length and judged it to be twelve by eight, larger than most venues and perfect for his purposes.

The floor and sides were bare metal without hand rails, intercoms, or cameras. The six button control panel had been covered in a wire frame. To push the button you could stick your finger through the frame, but you couldn?t fall into the buttons. His cock got rock hard. He imagined the elevator full of fighting bodies, blood flying and people being busted apart, the winners humiliating, torturing and raping the losers leaving them broken on the floor. He looked around, unzipped and stoked his cock squirting a hot load of spunk in the corner by the control panel.

Thus relieved he went back to the black board and started running his Club PDA scanner across the tags. There were no names only the barest details. Some of the handwritten tags didn?t scan. One of the non-scans with a long set of codes interested him so he keyed it in to his PDA. It was a potential winner!

The scanner reported, ?Six available in following combinations.?

The combinations listed only the number and the total weight. Sexes and ages were not listed. The combinations of four that were likely to meet his challenge listed 670 pounds, 650 pounds and 630 pounds. There were smaller weights of four, but his Family weighed in at 650. He found seven other possibilities and of course there were many more possibilities of three, two and one. But, the kids wanted to go four on four. He keyed in the challenge and a clear tape with printed codes and his contact number, a burner cell, cranked out of his PDA and he pasted it across the red tag. Whoever they were they would know he was a man with resources. He had found that a lot of the fighters who scrawled their challenges with ink quickly accepted a PDA generated challenge. He entered the challenge in the data base just in case the owner of the red tag checked on-line.
Now it was a matter of when the red tag checked either their account via push button phone, computer or by site visit. He didn?t think it was polite to place challenges on the other red tags that were acceptable, at least at this location. He drove off and found four more sites and issued four more challenges, first come first serve was the rule with multiple challenges. Then it was back to the office.

He checked his account and found that the first red tag had accepted the challenge. The meeting was scheduled for the following Sunday night. It was perfect. The two week vacation would cover a multitude of sins. The excitement mounted over the rest of the week. He and Melissa, his wife of nineteen years, fucked like there was no tomorrow, because in fact that could happen, anything could happen.

Their daughter Sarah readied the equipment. She had chosen their masks and gloves. The Green Family mask was white leather, padded over the temples, cheeks and nose. A butting strip of thick leather crossed the forehead. Sarah had stitched in wolf faces for Jason and Timmy and tiger faces for Melissa and herself. The masks covered the face and sides of the head. The backs were laced so the hair was exposed. One of the club rules that if you had hair it had to be loose so the mask ties were often used to tie long hair flat to the head as firmly as possible. A white leather band tied around their neck, but any hair from the back of the mask had to ride above the neckband. Their white fingertip exposed leather gloves covered their wrists. Exposed studs or metal edges were not allowed, but they had sowed metal fronts onto padded backed stays into the top finger joints. The knuckles were raised and padded with a hard rubber. The back of the fists were also padded and ridged with leather. The surfaces of the white leather fighting gloves had be roughed up with sandpaper until the leather was coarse and made a grating sound when rubbed together, real flesh graters. And the palms were similarly roughed up. Their gloves and face masks were relatively uniform, but their footwear varied. Jason preferred wearing black heavy sole steel tipped combat boots. Melissa liked two inch heeled red boots. She was willing to give up some balance in order to have the heels as weapons. Timmy preferred rock climbing boots. And, Sarah favored her softball cleats.

They piled into their Escalade wearing comfortable street clothes. Toys and devices were packed into one leather bag First aide, food, water and such were packed into another. Jason called his Disaster Recovery Plan with the details of where to find them should things go wrong. His DRP was his college buddy, Richard, who used to fight one on one, but had taken such a beating from a dyke that one eye was blurred and his left hand could not be trusted to throw a punch even if it had recovered sixty percent functionality.

They pulled into the empty industrial park. As challengers they arrived thirty minutes earlier than the ?home team.? Their opponents, whoever they were, had won the right to post their challenges at this location by beating someone else and winning their spot. They locked up the car and rode the elevator to the top floor where they deposited their bags, undressed and put on their fighting gear.

Melissa was a big woman, a college basketball player, who had started with 38C breasts and now sported 38DDs with thick, rubbery pink nipples set in hand-sized aureole that were raised and thicker than any aureole he had ever seen other than those of his daughter. Like Mother like daughter. Sarah was tall for her age and thick like her mom. She was a star softball catcher and no shrinking violet. For the fight Melissa wore her hair long and Sarah kept her hair cut shorter than her brother?s. Both women were dark blondes and both had waxed their body hair off. Timmy was six foot already and had that thin whip like muscle of a fit teen male. Jason had topped out at six foot too and he was considerably thicker. Both had eight inch uncut cocks that were already hard just thinking about the fight. Jason had short light brown hair and Timmy had shaggy long dark blonde hair. Both had gone body hairless for the fight.

[cage]

A few minutes earlier thank expected the elevator was called down. It reached the ground floor and started up stopping at each floor. When it arrived at the top floor it was empty. The white masked Greene?s entered. As challengers they would now ride the elevator back down stopping at each floor not knowing when their opponents would appear. Jason took the right center with Melissa to his left. Timmy stood inside the door on the right side. The fight was to start as soon as the opponents entered, the door shut and Timmy pushed the stop button on the elevator panel. At the sound of the stop bell it was no rules to the finish. Sarah stood to the far left in the middle of the wall.

Four and Three went by with nothing but empty hallways. Then the door opened on the second floor. The opponents wore black masks that bore dried blood stains. The foreheads had white swastikas placed inside dark red circles. They were fucking Cracker Nazis. Their gloves were black and lumpy, obviously weighted. They all wore combat boots with red and white laces.

The older man was a skinhead shorter than Jason and skinny. His scarred body was covered in tattoos including swastikas and white power stenciled on his belly. His seven inch cock was uncut and hard. The older woman was as tall as Melissa and slightly less scarred than her old man. She was thirty pounds heavier split between her big fat tits, round belly and fat white ass. Her tits had swastikas centered on big dark brown nipples. Her hair was greasy black and long. The oldest boy was also a skinhead and tattooed with racist symbols. He had a huge cock, thick and bulbous. He was thicker than the guy who might not be his real father and taller. He was more than a match for Timmy. And the fourth fighter was a young teen boy shorter and thinner than Sarah with a seven inch version of his brother?s cock. He had only two dagger tattoos.

The young boy snarled in a hick accent, ?Shut the fucking doors I?m going ass fuck this bitch until she barks.?

The door shut. Timmy pushed the button. The Greene?s were just getting over the shock of their opponent?s obvious insanity when the bell rang and the fight was on.

Fat Mama rushed into Melissa driving her hard into the back wall. Ham fists pounded into Melissa?s ribs leaving red marks with each impact. A steady stream of cunt, whore, cocksucker, fucking bitch dripped with anger as the fat bitch pounded away. Melissa recovered from the rush, hammered the bitch on the back of the neck and threw knees up into the fat belly. Fat Mama grunted and drove the top of her head into Melissa?s chin. Two hands closed on Melissa? round 38DD?s. The sharpened nails were dirty, but that didn?t keep them from ripping into Melissa?s tit flesh. Melissa howled and jammed her knee into Fat Mama?s pussy slowly the big bitch down.

Jason fired a right as Skinny charged forward. The punch passed over the skinhead?s skull. A fist drove toward Jason?s cock, but he took it on a turned thigh. Skinny slammed into him and started throwing wild punches to the head. Within the first few seconds Jason?s lips were ripped open by the ridged, rough surface leather gloves. Jason hooked an arm around the Nazi dad?s head and twisted ramming the man?s forehead, swastika first, into the hard metal wall. That got a groan and the bastard wobbled. Jason twisted the head down and threw a knee up. Crunch! Skinny felt to his knees blood pouring out of the nose holes of his mask. Jason aimed a knockout blow to the man?s temple when his balls exploded. Skinny?s left fist crushed his sack up into his scrotum. Jason cried out and fell backwards toward the door tripping over someone and falling hard, head and shoulders against the door.

Timmy was immediately trapped in the corner by the control panel. His opponent was a cock hunter, driving knees and low blows toward Timmy?s crotch, but Timmy was ready. Nothing got through his shifting legs although both his thighs were already bruised. Cockhead grabbed a raised thigh and reached around it with his other hand. Timmy blasted him in the mouth with a sharp right. That stunned the bastard and a following left to the right eye spun him around. Braced with his ass in the corner, Timmy kicked out putting his rock climbing boot into the back of Cockhead?s left knee. Cockhead cried out and fell forward. That was when Jason tripped over the kid?s body and fell hard.

Sarah had been in four private elevator fights two with girls and two with boys. She had beaten two girls and taken terrible beatings from the boys. She had to live with the posted pictures of her bloody mouth sucking cock and then taking repeated thrusts in her cunt and ass. She had hoped to take some revenge on the cocks of the opponents, but had wanted to fight another girl and just take advantage of the male spoils once her father and brother had done the job. At least she was heavier, bigger and maybe stronger than the Little Fuck.

Little Fuck went straight for her driving her along the far wall of the metal elevator with rapid fire punches. He was faster with his fists. She fought back catching his face several times, but he was through her guard pounding her mask until her mouth split open and then he went lower targeting her tits with vicious glee. The 36Cs were red and bouncing quickly. Little Fuck couldn?t resist grabbing the big nipples and twisting them while he laughed. She cut his laughter short with a straight right to the mouth knocking him back into the corner and ripping open his lower lip. She came at him with a cleat kick to his bouncing cock. He twisted and she scored his hip. He caught her ankle and suddenly a combat boot toe was in her cunt. Sarah fell hard screaming with no hope of help.

Fat Mama had Melissa trapped against the back wall. Her tattooed left forearm was under Melissa?s chin choking her and her right fist was driving blow after blow into Melissa?s firm lower belly turning her muscles to jelly. Melissa grabbed the woman?s head and shoved two thumbs toward the gauze eye coverings. She didn?t penetrate the nylon, but the thumbs still pushed the eyes back. Fat Mama cursed and twisted her head away and grabbed for Melissa?s wrists. Melissa took that moment to drive a perfect knee into the woman?s hairy cunt. That blow forced the fat bitch to step backwards. Her boots stepped on her son?s arm and she fell hard. The boy had been pushing up when his mother?s fat ass slammed down on his head and shoulders driving him hard into the metal floor.

Skinny was up moving to stomp Jason when he saw his son down. He turned to Timmy and caught a hard right to the mouth that stood him up straight. Timmy?s left to the jaw was blocked and the jail house fighter drove the tip of his combat boot up toward Timmy?s balls. Timmy blocked it again with his hip and got pushed back into the corner. Skinny heard his wife fall and spun around. His fist sank into Melissa?s left tit crushing the implant up toward her shoulder she screamed and fell back against the wall. He rushed her slamming his shoulders into her tits and going for a finger stab to her cunt. Melissa screamed. Timmy rushed out of the corner and drove the toe of his rock climbers into Skinny?s swinging ball sack from behind. The Nazi fucker squealed and fell to his knees grabbing himself leaving Timmy?s mother?s cunt to bleed by itself.

Jason started stirring. He sat up and saw Fat Mama rolling on over on top of her sun pushing up to her hands and knees, her fat tits resting on her boy?s back. Jason drew back his left boot and sent a kick toward the top of her head. She lunged to the side and he smashed into her right shoulder. She cried out and sat backwards on her feet her right arm hanging. Tread marks were obvious on her once pale white now red skin. Jason started to get up, but Cockhead grabbed his thigh and jerked him down on his ass again. Jason tried to wrestle his legs away, but Cockhead rolled on his thighs and grabbed Jason?s cock with his left hand. Jason gasped in agony as the boy tried to rip the white snake off. Sweat helped a bit, but the rough gloves skinned his cock raw. The boy was going for a ball crush almost immediately. Jason saved himself with a blood splattering right to the nose. He rolled away and tried to get on top of Cockhead, but the two of them ended up grappling on the dirty metal floor.

Sarah was on her back. Little Fuck was so desperate to stick his cock into something that he jumped on top of her. Rather than finish her off, he grabbed his own cock with a rough glove and jammed it into her swollen twat yelling in triumph. Sarah cried out as she was raped one more time. Happy to be inside her he pounded away and grabbed her tits in with his hands crushing and twisting. He looked up from his work with a big dirty smile on his bloody lips. He learned a serious lesson when her loaded right fist crashed into the bridge of his nose. Crunch! Blood spurted onto her chest from his nostrils. She actually saw his eyes roll up into his head through the gauze eye covering. She held him inside her, wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her clits into his thighs. As he shook his head she grabbed it and twisted forcing him to roll off. His cock twisted inside her and the popped out with a slurping sound. She rolled on top and sat on his chest; her fists firing down into his mask.

[cage]

Fat Mama saw Sarah sitting on her boy pounding his head. Blood squirted out of his nose and mouth. The loaded gloves were closing his eyes and if something wasn?t done he might not wake up. Fat Mama lunged to the side skinning her knees on the metal and drove her right fist into Sarah?s jaw. The young blonde?s head snapped to the side and she fell hard against the side of the elevator. She was the first fighter to piss herself, knocked cold.

Timothy stood over Skinny stomping the man?s hand, back, ass and trying to get to the balls. Skinny had obviously been in a number of gang fights. Despite the agony and the stunning he continued move and cover his self taking punishment on his arms and legs to protect his head and ribs. He finally got Timothy?s ankle and held on. Timothy made a mistake trying to pull free. Skinny used the leg to pivot on the bloody floor and drive his boots into Timothy?s belly sending the boy flying backwards to land on Cockhead?s back as the older Nazi boy had climbed on top of Jason and was slowly outfighting the older man.

Skinny turned to Melissa who was in the corner holding her bleeding cunt. She saw her daughter get knocked cold and started for Fat Mama. Skinny grinned and grabbed her legs pulling her down on top of him. She splashed him tits first on either side of his skinhead. He immediately bit into her right tit. The agony brought her back into the fight. He held her to his mouth, but her right arm was free. Her coarse leather palm slammed down on his balls and she closed her hand on his jewels. Tit bite versus ball crush was a short contest. Skinny was writhing in hot pain trying to hammer her back into letting his balls free. He hurt her, but now that she had balls in her palm she could take the pain. Fat Mama ended her fun with a boot to the head.

As Melissa stopped moving on top of Skinny Fat, Mama turned to her other boy. As she did she took a rock climbing boot straight up into her hairy cunt. She grunted and fell backwards slamming her head and shoulders into the back wall of the elevator. Her calves covered Skinny?s bloody face as he clutched his swollen balls.

Timmy hammered an elbow into the back of Cockhead?s shoulders and dragged him off Jason. Cockhead spun around and smashed Timmy in the face with his left glove. Timmy?s head snapped, but he replied with a right and left down into Cockhead?s already bloody mask. Cockhead was stunned. He covered up and tried to sit up. Jason?s ankles snapped shut just in front of the boy?s face locking in a scissors from behind. Held in place for a few moments Cockhead was defenseless to a series of brutal loaded fists to the belly, cock and balls.

Little Fuck rolled over and got up slowly. His mask was soaked inside and out by his blood. He could barely see. The girl who had destroyed his face under his mask was sitting against the wall breathing slowly. He turned and saw Timothy?s rock climbing boot coming down heavy sole first onto Skinny?s mask. Skinny?s head slammed into the metal and blood bubbled out of his mask?s nose holes. The jail house brawler was on his back and not moving.

Timmy moved to Fat Mama. The fat biker cunt was shaking her head and sitting up straighter against the back wall of the elevator. He stomp kicked her fat boobs with his right boob crushing the flesh under the heavy treads and driving the air out of her. She covered up taking brutal stomps to her forearms still getting her tits crushed but not tread gouged. She kicked out trying to drive Timothy away. Another rock climbing boot came at her. She protected her tits but the stomp was to her mound. She screamed as the treads found her clit and crushed it to the bone. Her hands dropped from her swollen tits held her busted cunt screaming for help.

Little Fuck stumbled for Timothy. Jason yelled a warning as the boy kicked toward Timothy?s balls from behind. Timothy closed his legs taking only half the force in the balls. He groaned and pitched forward to the far side wall. Little Fuck did not get far. Jason had beaten Cockhead?s face to a pulp under the mask. As the younger boy stepped over his unconscious father Jason delivered a cold cocking right to the kid?s temple. Little Fuck fell like a sack of potatoes.

Jason and Timothy alternated stomps to Fat Mama?s tits, belly and cunt. They turned her into a bloody bruise torturing her until she was begging to suck their cocks. Timothy went to help Sarah wake up. Jason slapped Melissa awake. Her eyes were dilated, but she came around. Jason stood and restarted the elevator going up to the level where they had left their bags.

Timmy got out the video camera and still camera setting them on tripods blocking the doors open. Jason plastic handcuffed the Nazi pricks. Then the four of them ritualistically stripped off the defeated family?s masks, gloves and boots. Three of the four came back around to find themselves stripped of their gear, humiliated on camera. They had maybe sixty masks in their trailer, but they had been stripped of their own masks and lost their place on the chalk board below.

Little Fuck finally woke up just as Sarah rammed a ten inch studded strap on into his small ass. Maybe he had never been on the losing side of an Elevator Fight or maybe he just had a tight ass, but his screams filled the metal elevator arena. Sarah punched his kidneys with each stroke. When his screaming slowed she switched to clawing his back raw in between ass thrusts. In addition to the physical pain his face was exposed and a girl was ass fucking him for pictures and clips for the internet.

Skinny watched his boys being ass raped by the white masked women. They were truly vicious, clawing, biting and ass fucking way beyond the point where the boys could take any more. Torture and humiliation was the punishment for losers. Skinny swore he would get even, and then he was rolled onto his face. He cursed and promised revenge as Jason drove his fat cock into the man?s ass.

Timmy rolled Fat Mama?s legs up above her head and pinned her to the floor her fat belly and tits crushed under her legs and then he used his cock to pile drive her pussy until he shot a load deep inside her. He let her fall down and then held his bruised and skinned cock in his left hand and slowly covered her in hot piss.

And so it went for three hours as the victors took breaks for food and water and then longer breaks to mend their wounds. The defeated moaned on the bloody piss pooled floor waiting for the next violation which would come as soon as the winners recovered from their last bout of outrages.

After five hours, the Greene?s rode the elevator down with their bags and victims. Jason went to the board and pulled off the Nazi?s red tag and replaced it with his own. Now they ruled that small section of the board. He posted the completed match tag to the honors wall.

In an act of kindness they cut the cuffs and sent the elevator back to the second floor so the Nazi Clan could crawl to their stuff. Blood, cum, sweat and piss trailed behind them. They didn?t have a Disaster Recovery Plan and had to fend for themselves. They managed to leave after another hour. For now they were broken physically and mentally.

As hurt as they were the Greene?s celebrated. Posting the aftermath of the Nazi battle got them a lot of attention on the Elite Members Section. Jason thought they would be ready for another fight in a month. Sarah was already looking for another one on one fight. Melissa and Jason fucked like rabbits. The kids partied hearty at the beach and in clubs.

[MikeJV]

YAY, great seeing your stuff again, and grea job on the elevator series.... your version. Remember, always Go Greene. lol!

MikeJV

[Ted Mark]

GAWD!! Lordy, thank you Mister "Elevator" CAGE!

I wanna see "Rene Chapter 10" and "War in the Woods" level mayhem getting onto this elevator in the future.

Go-go a Go-go, Baby!

Don't stop at "C" go all the way to see Sega in the basement where 7th Heaven on Acid meets The Bundys in Manson Family Rules combat. Way to swing that bat Dakota! Slash that sling-blade Anna-Sophia! I wanna see broken bottles, chains, concrete filled lead pipes and re-bar re-right the Apocalypse in Suburb meets Trailer Trash all American War.

[johnsmith2007]

Great Fight from the master.

But please tell me you had this roughed out just waiting for a background
as otherwise you will make all us 'hacks' who spend weeks on a few lines
really, really, really sick!!

Feeling inadequate and lacking talent

John

[Ted Mark]

you will make all us 'hacks' who spend weeks on a few lines
really, really, really sick!!

For me it's different.

I go for long periods of time and I can't write a WORD, then I'll see a a girl in my day to day life or photo or movie of a girl I want to see fight and I'll simmer a few moments or days until I see "match" and then I'll write the whole piece in a sitting, from 2 hours to 4 or 5 hours in which I'm lost to the world.

I dunno just what it is that makes a story "Happen"....

[cage]

For John

Sometimes when and idea explodes in the sub-basement of my brain a story boils out of the goo in one setting. Your elevator battle sparked such an explosion. As soon as I got your okay I started pounding (the keyboard) and out came the story. Now all I want to do are elevator fights, lol, but alas I've got to do something else.

Got to finish a sequel to my legit fantasy novel, coming out in April. I snuck a short dagger/edged chain death fight between female guild assassins into one scene, don't know if it will get cut in the editing process. If it stays I'll double down in the next story.