Across town Erum slipped her biker studs cock out of her sopping cunt and slipped down the blondes muscled and tattooed body to take his now flaccid tool in her mouth and expertly sucked him to climax again so she could snack on his milky seeds for lunch. She always had to smile at what her straight laced parents in Karachi would think of their wonton daughters activates. While completing her degree in LA she had paid her way by pit fighting for biker gangs and used the Elevator fights as training, and now as a well funded post grad at Texas she amused herself with still keeping up her Elevator Club membership, popping back to LA to shack up with some biker at every break, and bust up another light weight contender for fun. She had however suffered a climactic defeat to an Indian kitten in an old tenement building nearly three years ago. The other eighteen year old had cut her tits to ribbons using some cheating trick razor knuckled gloves, and she had had to fuck her way around a whole hospital of plastic surgeons to get them fixed.
After that any Desi was meat at the end of the fight, and though such wonton killing would normally have led to a personal visit from the ?Cleaners,? as long as she just killed Asian?s it seemed to be OK with the 'powers that be'. As luck would have it at spring break this year the twenty two year old had met up with the cow lover again and bitten of both her udders before slowly desexing her and leaving her to bleed out in the old office elevator that had been the young Bints own private arena. Like most successful fighters she always had at least a couple of bloody arenas on the go at any one time, using them as she felt the need and keeping her identity secret by swapping between them. She only challenged other ?owners? for their Elevators when she really needed too, and so far had been defeated only twice in the whole five years she had been doing the Elevator fights. She parked the Harley on level three of the old warehouse, having taken it straight up from the loading bay, and then stripped of her leather jacket and cut off jeans as on queue the old freight lift started to descend from the sixth floor roof. The other fighter, unless they were also using a bike, would have had to leave their ride parked in the shed by the old rail siding.
Nafisa was only 107lbs dripping wet from the shower, her 34D 25 34 figure was compact and firm, her milk coffee chocolate skin glowing naked under the glare of the single bulb as she sweated in the heat of the summer California night. The Desi?s trimmed jet black Brazilian bristled above her cunt lips as her thrusting clit matched her dark teats erect and challenging the smaller women the descending elevator revealed through the open cage of the freight lift. The older female, 105 lbs, and at five foot one, two inches shorter than the more wiry teen, had a more mature 36C 25 36 fit muscled body, slightly lighter in skin tone, more olive than chocolate, smiling as she met the challenge of the near nude younger girl with her own three point sexual response, teats rock hard and clit dripping. Both had their normally flowing shoulder length hair tightly braded and firmly secured behind their heads, the raven locks of the Desi teen?s hardly moving at all as she swayed poised for action, while the dark brown hair of the Muslim female curled half in half out of the back of the green mask.
They both snarled as the door slid open, hazel Hindu eyes coldly meeting the haughty stare of the deep brown Muslim peepers.
?I?m going to enjoy gutting you Paki cunt?, hissed Nafisa.
?Another Hindu clit to put in my cabinet?, spat back Erum and then adding with a smile as she recognised the Tiger patterned mask, boots and gloves, ?and I hope you squeal as loud as your sister?.
The smaller women literally leapt at her opponent, both fist flying. Erum had no intention of waiting for the Elevator door to close, this was a death fight so who cared about the rules. Nafisa also realised that all the normal rules were thrown to the wind, not that their were many in the first place, but she was still thrown back against the metal wire cage of the old elevator by the ferocity of the other young women?s attack. A black loaded glove had smacked into the side of the Desi beauties head sending her staggering while a flurry of blows had landed across her firm chest and stomach. However Nafisa had no intention of just defending and even though she was taking blows her own fists were flying too.
As per her mother?s tactics she concentrated on the larger breasts of the other cat, swinging blows soon had both of the lighter skinned Muslim girl?s teats dripping with blood from the slashes of the razor gloves. With the steel wire wall of the lift cage biting into her naked back the teen fought off the frenzied first attack of the elevators owner, sucking up the heavy fists and managing to deftly take the knee lifts on her thighs. They were fighting too close for the spiked heels and pointed toes of their boots to be effective against cunt or gut, but Erum had managed to score with a couple of good kicks to the shins of the darker Indian girl. In return she had been spiked by the Tiger skin boot of the Desi just below her left knee, avoiding a potentially crippling knee-capping blow aimed at smashing her patella, but she still had to favour the injured leg which was bleeding badly from the wound.
Re: The Desi Killer (An Elevator Club Story)
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