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 IV ? Cleaner Challenge by Mr. Cage ? comments at [email protected]
Sarah kept the personal challenge to herself while she healed from the beating had taken from the black girl in her last fight. She had lost her cleats, mask and gloves as well. So she picked out a black mask and had a white tiger face stitched in creating rough leather ridges. She purposefully scuffed the black surface turning it into sandpaper. She did the same thing to her knew black gloves while using the sawed off bolts between double leather strips to increase the striking power of her knuckles. She added another hand pad strip on the back of her hand and loaded it with sawed off bolts. She worked out strengthening her arms and increasing her power to take advantage of the increased weight. Her softball cleats were the easiest to replace. The rules still prevented her from using her second choice of golf shoes.
She worked out, ate heavily and loaded up on the breakfast of champions for female high school athletes, growth hormone with flash loaded testosterone/androgen cycles. In two months she added ten pounds of muscle to her arms, legs and turned her tight belly into a hard washboard. Her sex drive exploded and when she wasn?t working out she was fingering herself or fucking boys or girls. It didn?t matter. She swore her clit was permanently erect and getting thicker, longer and more pleasure reactive to pain. Of course there were issues with body hair but she kept the suddenly coarser hair on her arms, legs, and cunt invisible with depilates. Her grades dropped because she couldn?t keep her mind on anything but fucking and fighting. She could do the former all she wanted, but she was saving herself for the bitch that had put her mother into a coma.
She wasn?t too happy that her father was fucking a twenty-two year old gym rat. The two of them were planning a couples? fight. And he had yet to admit he had set up her mother in a brutal revenge fight with a bitch he had personally abused. She bit her tongue and didn?t confront him or the smiling platinum blonde gym freak he was fucking. When her mother woke up and he finished paying for her reconstruction then perhaps there would be time for confrontation. Until then she kept the secret.
Her brother had just had a brutal battle with a notorious male gay rapist and won. The Cleaners had taken them both to the hospital. Timmy had a broken jaw a broken nose, and a ruptured spleen. But he still had working balls and a cock as the picture of him fucking the bigger, older man in the ass proved. The hospital was still trying to save the man?s balls which had been stomped, crushed and bitten until they were swollen into grapefruits by the end of the battle. Timothy was up and healing. They hadn?t had to wire his jaw and the two teeth were easily replaced. The reset nose had to heal and that would be keeping him out of elevators for at least another three months.
Having two Cleaner fights in a year had gotten their Family Elite Membership color coded C on the web site. That meant little to the general membership, but it meant that any other Elite members knew they were facing someone who had unintentionally killed or dangerously maimed at least two previous opponents in six months. To some it was a warning and to others it was a challenge. The problem was you got a different class of challenger, crazy sick fucks, and more rejections when you challenged if the other side was Elite.
Sarah lost two of her champion spots by refusing challenges waiting until she was ready. Then she sought out the red headed old cunt that had ruined her mother. She got no response for six days and was getting a little crazy when she checked her Membership messages. She had a C-challenge from a tough looking black woman who claimed she was the red head?s current girl friend. As it turned out the red head was still recovering from her fight with Sarah?s mom in and out of the hospital with internal problems.
Sarah?s clit popped up. She had never been in a Cleaner Challenge fight. The standard fights were assumed to be brutal, but not guaranteed to require Cleaners. C-challenges between Elite members were either grudge matches or between people who had grown pass the thrill of extreme violence and gone onto pure savagery. She looked at her young body and imagined what a loss might cost her.
The black bitch was thirty-something an inch taller and maybe the same weight. The distribution was a bit different in that her tits were larger, looking to be natural 36DDs and her ass was a big larger and softer. Her waist was thinner yet also a bit softer. She wore a bright red mask with a white skull raised in rough leather on the forehead. Her red gloves looked heavily padded. She wore red cavalier stiletto boots just like her lover. She was one of the naturals in that she had a full forest of black kinky pubic hair covering her lower belly and armpits. Kinky black stubble dotted both legs. She was a fucking beast and having suffered so much at the hands of the black teenager, Sarah wanted the black bitch almost as she had wanted the red head that had done her mother.
C-challenges allowed direct communication and involved a Cleaner to agree to terms if they wanted to add something more to their standard equipment. The black bitch wanted to add finger claws and nail points on her knuckles. Sarah hesitated and then remembered she wanted something as well. The bitch wanted claws, nails and sharpened stiletto heels then she would get claws, nails and metal spikes on Sarah?s cleats. The Cleaner provided a time, date and location for the fight. No Disaster Recovery Plan was necessary because the Cleaners would be waiting for the fight to end.
Sarah arrived at the appointed car storage building at 2 in the morning wearing a leather coat over her nude body already equipped for battle. The instructions were to pull into the loading dock and take the second car elevator up to level 5. Sarah did as instructed. The elevator went up to level 5 and stopped. She listened and the first elevator engaged ten minutes later. It rose and stopped. Her door opened onto a floor where a hundred or more expensive cars were parked in individual cages. In the center of the floor was a small six foot by six foot cage with a drainage grate in the middle of the concrete floor. A metal fence had been placed between the two elevators so that they were isolated until they reached the identical doors on opposite sides of the cage. Two panel trucks were parked nearby. Heavy lights glared over the top of the temporary cage. This fight would be for Privileged Members. Privilege Members paid fee beyond even her father?s bankbook. They sometimes fought, but unlike everyone else they weren?t required to fight.
Sarah?s spikes clicked and grated sparking on the concrete as she walked parallel to the black bitch. Neither acknowledged the other?s presence. The panel trucks had mirrored windows. They were alone for now. They reached the opposing doors. A metal click released the doors. They stepped inside and the doors swung shut behind them and clicked. No exit was possible.
There was a momentary stare down as Sarah considered the commitment she had made. The black woman?s eyes were covered by thick mesh just like Sarah?s. They wouldn?t be able to see each other?s eyes until they were up close and personal. Sarah checked the gleaming finger claws on the bitch?s hands. A thin metal sleeve was inserted over the upper part of the finger. A curved metal cat?s claw extended from the top of the metal sleeve and curled out over the end of the still bare finger tips. The woman?s red gloves showed the end of quarter inch nails extending through the leather straps over her knuckles. Her weapons looked identical to Sarah?s. The woman was taller naturally and the four inch sharpened stilettos gave her more height. Sarah still believed it was foolish to fight in spikes. Sarah noted the woman?s mask included the optional neck guard that Sarah had chosen. Neither were fools. Sarah suddenly worried about the long length of her unprotected legs versus the thigh high boots of the black woman.
The black woman snarled, ?I won?t leave even your clit behind for to be buried with you, you little white cunt.?
Sarah circled slowly getting the feel for her sharpened cleats on the concrete. The woman turned slowly. Sarah studied her balance hoping to see an ankle wobbling, but so far the woman was skilled and careful.
?Cat got your tongue, cunt?? the older woman taunted.
Sarah circled close to the cage and noticed there was some give in the chain links. The metal corners however were solid and possible weapons. Getting caught in there might not be a good idea. Just as she thought that the black bitch rushed her claws extended to grab and push the blonde backwards. Sarah thought to dodge, but didn?t want to get raked in passing. Instead she fell back to the side of the cage, grabbed the cage with her left hand for balance and drove her spiked cleats straight out into the charging woman?s lower belly. She just missed the mound.
The black woman gasped and folded over the leg. Sarah tried to twist her cleats in. It was a mistake. The woman screamed as the punctures turned into cuts, but she captured the white girl?s leg and used it as a handle to throw Sarah into a staggering slide into the dreaded corner. Hitting hard first on her shoulder and then shifting so the metal pole was down her back and between her firm ass cheeks she suffered. The black woman kicked high with her right trying to spike Sarah?s belly.
Originally Posted by cage
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