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 II ? Stiletto to Remember by Mr. Cage ? comments at [email protected]

Jason Greene was getting bored. It had been a month since his last fight. Melissa, his wife, was still complaining about pains in her tits from the couples fight. The young black couple?s Black Panther masks were hanging on Jason?s trophy wall. A lucky boot stomp on the nuts had taken out the black stud. Beating his wife had taken longer than expected since she had turned Melissa?s big boobs into black and blue balloons, but fucking her was worth the wait. Timmy had a broken hand, not from fighting but from a dirt bike wipeout. Sarah had just come home last week with a blood drenched green mask from a Latina gang girl. Sarah?s nipples were still leaking and her belly was a large single dark bruise. From the pictures she had taken from her victory he was surprised the Cleaners hadn?t been called. The brown girl had been beaten bloody. When her mask was stripped off her eyes were swollen close and her nose was spread across her face. Sarah had been so furious with the tit biting that she had stood over the bitch at the finish stomping soccer cleats down repeatedly on the girl?s face and tits. The elevator floor was red with blood. Sarah had added to it with a brutal ten inch dildo rape that had lasted an hour before exhaustion caused her to give up the punishment. The gang girl had been left covered in piss and feces with racial slurs written in her own feces on her badly bruised lower belly. It had been a great victory, but now Sarah was not fit for fighting for at least another month.

They had to turn down two challenges on their family tag. He had four couple tags spread about: one with each kid and two with his wife. There was only one challenge on the one he and his wife shared. It was time to go on the prowl for a singles match. He had won the right to place a red tag in a downscale high-rise office park by breaking a skinny young white surfer dude. The blonde had fought out of his weight class and had paid the price. At 190 Jason was not large enough to fight in the unlimited ranks. He liked fighting, but he did not like losing. If he could beat the crap out of a 160 pound bitch boy so much the better. He had been amazed when the boy had accepted the challenge, but felt no guilt in his relatively easy victory. He had turned down three challenges by 220 pound plus guys looking for easy meat. The last one had scrawled faggot across his tag. He probably had a bad reputation in this downscale arena, so fuck them and the horse they rode in on. He wasn?t looking to a guaranteed ass-fucking.

He removed the old tag and replaced it with a clean version. He noted there were a few other blank red tags on the parking garage?s service elevator. He scanned a couple with no luck. This was a strictly handwritten area and the scrawl was not picked up by his scanner. He scanned a clearly written third tag and found another underweight challenger who was open to unlimited challengers. Figuring he would never get a response or a negative notification he placed his electronically printed tag over the scrawled tag. Let them know there was some class in the building. He checked the data base the next couple of days, then when there was no joy drove back to the lot. The challenge had been answered. The fight was on for Saturday at two in the morning. His cock got hard immediately and he pulled around the corner and paid a street whore twenty bucks to suck him off in the ten minute parking zone.

In private battles he liked to wear a black mask. He looked at his own, but decided he wanted to wear the Black Panther trophy mask. It lacked a butting strip, but it was thick leather and solidly padded over the nose and eyebrows. He decided to use the black trophy gloves that went with it. Getting hit by the gloves had been revealing. The bastard had not used metal stays like Jason?s high end gloves, but had stitched in the striking part of a set of sawed off bolts under a heavy leather strap, not illegal but not sporting. He of course used his own black, steel soled and tipped combat boots. He packed his camera, food, cuffs, and tools of torture into two bags and told Melissa to be ready to pick him up after the fight. She hated when any of them fought singles matches.

As he was the challenger he got in the elevator on the top floor. This was a smaller elevator, guard rails, but still no padded surfaces. It was dirty and stained with the aftermath of at least a dozen fights. The stench of fear, blood and piss was heavy in the air. His cock got rock hard as the elevator started down. He was braced for a blitz attack as each floor passed. Three floors down the door opened to reveal a Jeep Cherokee parked close by.

Suddenly a pale skinned red head female in a white mask stepped from behind the Jeep. She was tall and beach-ball busted, huge round pale tits with freckles and multiple white scars covering both globes. This was a veteran of many battles. Like his own wife she had chosen high heel boots, but these were bright red cavalier boots with stiletto heels. She was thick, strong, hairy and in her forties. She wasn?t a dagger dyke, but she definitely was a man-beater. You could see her eyes light up as she looked at his cock and place a target on his swinging hairless balls. He planned to teach her a long and brutal lesson.

She smiled. He wasn?t fooled. As he predicted her very first move was a quick as lighting snap kick to his nuts. He took the hard toe on his hip and grabbed for her ankle. He caught it but the bitch had strong legs and good balance. She jerked her foot away and slammed her heavy right fist into his face. One punch and his mouth bled. His head bounced off the wall. Her right foot touched the floor with a scrap as her heel grated, then lifted off with a knee back toward his balls. She was a ball breaker for sure. He twisted away and the knee popped the swollen head of his cock causing his organ to bounce without much pain.

He fired from his left shoulder as he moved around her. His bolt fronted knuckles hit her on the left side of her face and sent her hair flying as she spun around. He fired a right into the small of her back, but she wasn?t finished spinning. Her back fist crashed into his temple and knocked him into the corner of the dirty elevator. She kicked and speared his left thigh drawing blood as she punctured his flesh and then jerked her leg down. This time he didn?t bother to grab the leg. Instead he braced his ass back against the corner and kicked with his right boot.

She screamed as his steel toe to her cunt lifted her off her high heels. She wanted to bust balls, fine, he would cunt bust her first. She staggered against the wall and ducked under his following right. She was hurt, but that didn?t stop her from lunging into his belly head first. He was thudded back into the corner. Her left hand grabbed his cock and twisted. He couldn?t stop the scream from exiting his mouth, but he managed to drive an elbow down on the back of her neck. She made a strange sound and fell to the ground freeing his cock.

He grabbed her hair where it exited the back of the mask and jerked her head up. A knee to her mouth knocked her on her back. Blood bubbled as she breathed through split lips. He raised his boot to crush her mound, but got stabbed by her double kick. Lucky the gashes were to his inner thighs and not his ball sack. This bitch?s stilettos should be illegal. No edged or pointed weapons were allowed.

He retreated out of range of her foot spears and she scampered back to the far wall getting to her feet. They were both breathing heavy and happy to have escaped some of the more brutal intent they had shown one another. She spit blood out of her mouth. He did the same.

She snarled, ?Well a prick who knows how to fight. I thought you all had turned into faggots.?