Midnight Meat Train II - A Deal I Couldn't Refuse by Mr. Cage

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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.


Midnight Meat Train II ? A Deal I Couldn?t Refuse by Mr. Cage

Convincing Lionel Twain to give me a couple of weeks was more difficult than I imagined. He was happy with his set-up and didn?t like the idea of going professional. ?Don?t need no white boy telling me how to deal with crazy cunts.? It took Mr. Political Hack to convince Lionel that his gig had been bought out by people who had given both of us ?a deal we couldn?t refuse.?

I couldn?t just install my equipment. Lionel Twain had no control over the overnight transit system and at any time one of our cars might disappear in the system with all my equipment. I?d have to do a quick install in public then a panic breakdown and hustle. It reminded me of some of the ?get across the county line by midnight or else? Carnival fights I had done in my early years.

Luckily the transit system had already prepared for surveillance cameras, even installed a few which had never worked. I spent a couple of days riding the train in stolen transit workmen clothes gathering intelligence. If I was lucky the fight car would be in at least as good of condition as the ones I studied.

Lionel conducted two fights while I did my studies. I did quick amateur set-ups to test my theories. Of course the results were superior to Lionel?s shaking one hand held cell, but let?s just say there was a steep learning curve.

Using two mounted over the door cameras I caught about a third of the ten on ten Guatemalan versus Puerto Rican Melting Pot battle. Two street gangs of teen girls arguing at school and on the internet had agreed to settle it on the Midnight Meat Train. They started out in boots, jeans and t-shirts swinging chains and baseball bats. The bats turned out to be singularly ineffective inside the train car since the polls and overhead rails for strap hangers took most of the strikes.

But the chains came in handy on the ground. Young faces were mangled and the fight ended with four dead Puerto Ricans and two dead Guatemalans, but eight Guatemalans and four Puerto Ricans had been knocked out or choked out. The Puerto Rican?s boyfriends held a party in the beaten girls?, alive and dead, privates. The fucking ended two more of the badly wounded girls from the south. I saw Lionel?s disposal methods up close and personal. The sound a body makes flying from the end of an underground train is quite memorable no matter how loud the train sounds, especially if they cartwheel and splatter on a supporting beam. I assume the rats and underground humanoids gave the dead girls far more attention than the city?s overwhelmed missing person?s squad.

I used four corner mounted fixed cameras on extension bars for the next fight involving four dykes, two in-the-closet women cops and two blackmailing bar owners. The bar owners brought bats, too long for the enclosed space. The cops brought Billy Clubs. The fight didn?t last too long as the bar owners had nothing but brawling skills. The cops used their training and NYPD?s talent for choking out suspects. The bar dykes ended up with broken arms and badly bruised throats. Then cops enjoyed themselves using their Billy Clubs as dildos. The bar dykes, however, did not seem to appreciate the wooden love toys. While the fight wasn?t memorable, my quick set-up did very good on the standing action. I missed almost all of the ground action though.

The day of the fight began with Lionel?s evening run. I went to work in my grunt?s uniform with two of my security guys, Old Marine types that would rather die than take shit. These bastards had faced down angry bikers and drug gangs for me as I scampered like a rat for an escape. They just had that look about them that said they didn?t give a fuck and if you did give a fuck it was best you not mess with them. Someday they?d get killed and I hope if that day comes they last long enough for me to runaway screaming like a little girl. Cowards run in my family, run fast.

I hooked up four zoom wireless digital cameras on extension bars to the useless standard fixed over the door mounts. I couldn?t move them but I could at least focus on the action from my control room. I had four coordinated corner views I?d catch anything I missed during the post fight edit. I didn?t have time or the equipment to do a proper job on the moving train.

My control room was a treat. There was a tiny box in the back of the car where apparently conductors once stood. I cleaned it out and wired up a field editing device together with a console to control my feeds. Next I installed four clip-on cameras under the bench seating. These babies were tiny, but had servo-motor mounts that could rotate their field of view. If the fight went to the ground or under the seats I had a decent chance to capture it. I added sound microphones in four places, also under the seating It took five solid hours of sweaty work inside the stand-up metal coffin and out among the devolved strap-hangers that made New York City such a lovely place to live, but by the midnight run I had the fight car covered as best I could. Tearing the shit out would take no more than twenty minutes with my guys? help. This was a ?dine-and-dash? deal for sure. As I worked, Lionel assured me he had everything covered with his cell phone.

I thanked him and suggested that whatever else he did he stay out of my camera?s lines of site. I tried to hint that having his face in the digital universe ass fucking a Mafiosi?s badly beaten girlfriend, daughter or wife was probably even less a career move than his infamous ?this is my cock, this is my train, I fucked this bloody bitch, exhibit one for the prosecution face shots.?

He grinned, ?Have you seen the tits on those chicks? Man I?m going enjoy putting my black snake in whichever bitch loses. Hey, I get first pop, bro. It?s my train.?

?Lionel, you know the blonde is a Hood Number One?s girlfriend and the black haired one is Hood Number One?s daughter and Hood Number Two?s wife. Think about my man.?

?Yeah, it?s going be great. Two cow-titted rich bitch cunts tearing into each other and I get to fuck the loser.?

I tried again, ?Lionel. The women hate each other. They specified no one else could be here, but you, me and my guys. They dared each other to fight to the death and you are the punishment for the one who loses and lives. You aren?t the prize. You?re the thing worse than death.?

?Fucking A!? he said as he gave me the high-five. Oh well, I tried.

My only appearance outside the stand-up coffin control booth was individual interviews with the fighters. They wanted an historical record to enshrine their defeat of their hated rival. I?m not the Hollywood Reporter, but I have done these before, especially at grudge fights. I decided to just let the girls speak for themselves, cutting even the sound feed as I asked the questions. I didn?t want any evidence floating around on this one.

The blonde?s edited introduction began with her standing showing her long muscular legs and very hot looking strap on high heels, pink four inch stilettos. It was still hot so I imagine she got looks in her full length raincoat when there was not a cloud in the sky above ground. And if the raincoat didn?t get looks her blonde mane and model perfect face would have turned eyes.

?I am Anna, originally from Ukraine. I love America. I was dancer and made a lot of money. I made boyfriend, good boyfriend and wanted no trouble. But his bitch wife wanted to kill me. She hired men to kill me. This Bitch! Then she challenged me to fight. I kill her dead after taking her nipples and clit for trophies. She hurt me bad, but doctors fixed. You can?t see scars. She died with my left nipple in her mouth. But, I get a new one. It even feels real although I don?t think it could feed baby.?

She helpfully opened her raincoat at that moment and pointed her long square pink nail to the very long and fat light brown nipple riding the nose of what looked to be a 38E perfect world globe of a bra buster beast of a breast.

?The rest of boob is all me. I am very beautiful, see.?

She opened her coat. She was indeed ?very beautiful.? At 5?10??, tanned and body toned like an athlete she was in the top ten of women I would jack-off to. I guessed 150 pounds due to the muscle in her arms and thighs. She had a ridged belly, firm and flat. She had an extreme Barbie Doll figure of probably 38E 22 34. I have to compliment the Rus Viking Clan who raped their way across that part of the world in the good old days. In addition to yellow blonde eyebrows and hair she had sky blue eyes. And, she was a natural blonde down below with a tight trim triangle of Golden Fleece on her perfect mound. The hair triangle came to a point just short of her upper slit and the large visible clit hood that jutted between the tight brown-pink lips. She wore pink thigh high stockings and her high heels and nothing else under her raincoat.

?Now this Bitch Girl wants to kill me because I kill her Bitch Mother. I don?t want trouble, but this Bitch Girl sends men to kill me. My boyfriend protects me good. And he let me cut off their cocks and balls. I have them with the Bitch Mother?s boobs and sex in plastic bags in my basement freezer. Now maybe I add Bitch Girl to freezer.?

I left car four and walked through the arena, cutting the feeds to make sure I left no visuals. I entered car six and interviewed the Bitch Girl.

?My name is Fuck You None of Your Business, Asshole Pervert.?

I explained with the sound cut that she didn?t have to use her real name, but that she seemed to want a record of her vengeance. She nodded and surprisingly told the truth.

?Okay, my name is Gina. That Cunt Russian Whore comes to this country and sucks cock and takes it in the ass and then humiliates my mother by showing up on TV with my daddy on her arm. My Mama was forty years old and she had no business fighting some young cunt, but she fought her and would have beaten her I?m sure if it had been a fair fight. Now I?m going to tear that Cunt Russian Whore to pieces and then piss on her face while that ugly sweaty nigger fucks her in the ass.?

I winced at the politically incorrect speech of this lovely young lady, but Lionel was standing behind her smiling. He made a fist off camera and out of her sight and then pumped it showing what he intended to do to her ass if she lost. With the sound off I told her that Anna was pretty tough looking and quite beautiful. Gina stood up and whipped open the wrap dress she was wearing.

?With this body I?ll out fight her and I could out fuck her too. These tits are real. This pussy is hot.?

Gina stood 5?8?? and weighed a lush Italian 165 pounds. Her

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skin was olive brown and her black hair was as thick, long and big as the blonde?s. She had just waxed her upper lip, but she had telltale black hairs on her nipples and her shaven underarms showed she had a healthy natural hair growth there as well. Her bush had been trimmed to below the bikini line, but it was far thicker and fuller than the Ukrainian import?s. Black hair covered her cunt and stuck out between round ass cheeks. Gina was softer and thicker, but she did have a body for fucking.

I guessed 40DD 28 40, still young and tight despite the extra meat packed on her bones. Where the Anna?s boobs were huge firm round globes riding high on her chest connected by thick necks to her chest Gina?s were elongated swollen brown zeppelins. Her nipples were black and even longer and fatter than the Ukrainian?s. She easily matched the blonde in the clit department, her hood being thicker and darker if shorter. Her slit was framed by huge double lips that dangled. If the blonde got her long pink nails into that lose flesh the Italian pussy lips were going to know some agony. Gina clicked her razor dagger like green nails together and promised to gouge out the ?Cunt Russian Whore?s? womb. She looked like a meat lovers? wet dream in black thigh highs and four inch black stilettos with gleaming metal tipped heels. In truth I had no idea who would win this fight.

I walked inside my coffin and checked the system. I had equipped Lionel and his transit cop druggie with on-site com-links so I didn?t have to step into view. ?Unlock the doors gentlemen and set the bitches free. And stay the fuck out of my camera line of sights.?

I peered into the relatively tiny screen with its eight camera views, control panels and sound levels. I couldn?t wait to see this on a real screen! Damn the conditions were intolerable. I thought the fight was brutal, but I missed so much on the first view I had no idea how brutal. That?s the beauty of eight camera feeds and post-editing. The only way I could have been closer was to be one of the bitches and believe me, not for a million bucks would I want to be the winner. As for the loser, I?ll quote her lover, ?Forget-about-it?.

Anna and Gina came from the ends of the car cursing non-stop, ?Cunt, Whore, Bitch, Slut, Cock-sucker, Fat ass, Plastic Tits, I?ll cunt you, I?ll kill you? and so on.

The aisles were wide enough for three people to stand. Six double sets of poles walked down the isle. Four double sets benches of three seats each with metal hand rails line the walls accept by the wide middle doors. Ceiling hand rails and straps lined each side of the aisles. Broken fans did nothing to move the hot, stale summer air around. Sweat glistened on both the olive brown skin and the model tanned fair skin. They continued to promise to do all sorts of mayhem to each other as they reached the midpoint, the widest unobstructed area of the rolling arena. Just then the train hit a curve in the track and they both lurched to the side. Hands shot up for the rails so the fight started with left hands overhead, right hands free and the train rocking side to side.

Gina?s pointed green nails came around in a swipe directed at the beautiful left cheek of the blonde. The Ukrainian leaned backwards, using her left hand on the ceiling rail like an expert. She had gotten her start in the country as a stripper at a high priced club so she knew her pole work. As the Italian?s green claws just missed her cheek and blew wind across her sweaty skin, the pink toe of the blonde?s right shoe thudded into Gina?s thick lipped slit. Now that was the way to open a grudge fight, toe to the cunt!

Gina squealed and twisted hanging by her left hand. She planted her feet too late to avoid getting a stiletto heel into her fine round brown right flank. She screamed and spun back around this time slashing the blonde?s left boob with four of her five claws.

?Bitch!? yelled the Ukrainian. She let go of the ceiling rail and grabbed hold of the mane of black hair with her left hand. The right fist pounded away like a piston at Gina?s face. Gina started to drop to her knees but then rammed forward like a football tackle, spearing the blonde under the tits. Anna hit the closed door hard. I could hear the air explode out of her. Gina?s toes dug into the rubber not slip floor grid at the door pinning the fat tit blonde firmly against the metal.

Gina?s hard fists began to pound the Ukrainian?s sides and belly with rights and lefts, so fast that impacts could only be seen on digital slow-motion. The Mob Princess knew how to punch. Anna?s firm abdominals took a savage pounding that had to hurt even the stripper turned mistress?s tough flat belly. Anna regained some win and drove elbows down into the back of Gina?s brown back. Neither girl seemed to be ready to wilt. They were tough bitches for sure.

Gina lowered her punches. Once her fists started working below the blonde triangle of trimmed fur the Ukrainian?s face showed true pain and fury. She stopped driving elbows into Gina?s spin and straightened her arms. She curled her square cut pink nails into Gina?s big round, brown haunches. Gina screamed and drove her shoulders in deeper lifting Anna off her heels and driving her up the door, but the Ukrainian wasn?t done. She dragged her nails upward leaving ten deep red welts from the underside of Gina?s big ass to the mid back. Then the long armed blonde reached under Gina?s arms.

Now I have to give Lionel Twain credit for the perfect, if fuzzy cell phone shot. I had them covered from below and above, from behind and in front. But I didn?t have the angle for Anna?s savage tit maul. Lionel had been hopping up and down shouting, Oh Shit, Oh shit!? He blocked one or two cameras at most and hell it was his train. Anyway, he finally got a money shot.

Gina?s shoulders were rolling Anna?s packed globes up to her shoulders hurting her, but paradoxically having her fat tits up out of the way of her arms made her counterattack almost perfect. Her long fingers, pink nails already covered by skin and blood from Gina?s ass and back, reached around Gina?s broad back and found the thick round bases of the Italian?s projectile bosoms. I had seen tit chokes before, but this was so perfect I had to give it a UFC style name, ?the standing tit guillotine choke.?

Gina grunted and groaned at first, trying to ignore the tit attack. In fact I thought she had the perfect counter. She switched and started to claw Anna?s cunt, but the Ukrainian was already countering that. As the Italian?s hands came down the long tall blonde?s legs lifted off the floor and clamped around the bent over woman?s waist. Pink toes pointed to the ceiling. Anna was using Gina?s legs for her support! More importantly, the long hard legs captured Gina?s claws before they could get to the cunt.

Lionel?s fuzzy camera showed Gina?s tits being crushed, choked and clawed around their thick base right where they connected to the chest wall. The long solid tits were crushed and bent in the curl of Anna?s belly now as well. They were in a double vice and bleeding from the claw marks surrounding the connecting tissue. Anna?s strategy had but one flaw in it.

Gina?s legs started to tremble as her waist and ribs were crushed by the blonde?s long legs. The Italian?s hands were trapped and her body was braced forward her head and shoulders pushing up the Ukrainian?s fat globes. Anna?s long legs pulsed again. Gina groaned as her ribs threatened to crack. Suddenly she bent her knees and before the weight drove her to the ground she pushed to the side with her heels. The brace against the wall was no more.

Gina?s ass twisted to the left and she started to fall onto her left knee. Anna, who was still locked in with the scissor and tit choke, swung like a dead weight on Gina?s shoulders. The Italian pitched forward helpless to control her motions, but the effect was to body slam Anna from shoulder high down on the rubber covered yet unyielding steel floor of the car. Anna grunted and her scissor popped open. She had to let go of the tits or break her wrists. The blonde was on her back, legs spread, heels on the floor, her arms holding the Italian between her tits.

Gina pushed forward on her knees, turned her head and sank her teeth into the side of Anna?s right globe. Anna howled and came back to life. Her claws ripped deep into Gina?s scalp and pulled her head up. The Italian?s teeth were into the flesh deep and they lifted the tit up from the chest. I had a perfect view from an under seat camera. Luckily Lionel?s legs were up on a bench and he was shooting from overhead. Blood colored Gina?s bright white teeth, but it was the Italian screaming the loudest.

Gina?s face seemed to be lifted by the scalp. She screeched in agony releasing the tit bite, which was an oval gash in Anna?s tit meat. I was puzzled until I saw dribbles of blood running around Gina?s ears. Her face came up and twisted in agony. Anna?s right knee slammed into the Italian?s ribs and knocked her on her side. As the blonde rolled on top she jerked her hands free. Huge wads of bloody hair were hanging to her fingers. Her nails looked like a razor after a shave without water; the blades were clogged with bloody hair and bits of scalp. I had never seen such a quick scalping done by fingernails alone.

While sitting on Gina?s belly the blonde started firing punches down into the Mob Princess?s face. I had seen several such fights end in the school girl press, but the Italian wasn?t out yet. After the reflexive, and useless, blocking of the punches, Gina left her face open and slammed her palms up under Anna?s already mistreated boobs, pushing the fat globes upwards and back. Anna grunted and resisted. She continued punching around her tits. Gina?s lips split first and her face was showing dark splotches. Gina?s green razor pointed nails dug into the tanned tit flesh and added enough pain to force the blonde to straighten up decreasing the power of her punches.

More importantly, Anna fell to the classic school girl reversal. As her right hand swung out and around her crushed tits, which were now a serious obstacle to her arms range of motion, Gina?s left leg hooked up. The Mob Princess got the metal tipped four inch stiletto heel into the Ukrainian?s right armpit. Anna didn?t fight for a second. She squealed and fell backwards trying to get her own heels out from under her tight ass.

Gina had obviously planned to use her heels and now she had a chance. As the blonde struggled to get her legs straight and her cunt covered, the Italian girl started jamming her heels up slicing along the blonde?s ribs, belly and finally digging into the much tortured bottoms of her huge round globes. Anna suffered several stabbings and gashes. Her belly and ribs were crisscrossed with red scraps of the steel tipped stilettos. And when a particularly effective stabbing kick lifted up Anna?s right globe you could see deep red bubbling holes in her tit flesh.

Gina enjoyed thirty seconds of heel work and then the blonde managed to grab the stilettos with her hands and twist. Gina was forced onto her left hip. Anna?s legs straightened. She some how hooked her right leg out and bent it back toward Gina. Again I give the shouting Lionel his due. His cell phone, which I had resolved to replace with a high end digital if we worked together again, captured the best heel into exposed pussy from the rear ever captured to my knowledge. Ouch!

I?ve seen standing pussy stomps in the manner of the raised legs and spread ankle popularized by pro wrestling. I?ve seen after fights where penetration by everything from broken bottle to cactus has been captured. However, this is

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the best on the ground sole deep penetration by a heel in the middle of a contested fight that has been so completely accomplished and video captured at the same time. The long pink heel disappeared completely only slightly spreading the fat hairy dark brown lips squished together and wetly protruding between closed legs, showing the rape hole from behind. You could hear the heel slide home on the soundtrack, or you could after I had cleaned it up. Squish! Then there followed a nominee for the award for the loudest scream of anguish from cunt pain recorded on a train.

Gina attempted to spring sideways off the heel just as Anna did her best to hook the heel into the meat inside. Gina managed to get free screaming in agony and leaving dripping cunt blood on Anna?s now red and pink heel. Gina scrambled to her knees pulling up on the guard rails separating the door area from the benches. Anna scooted backwards and did the same thing diagonally across the open area.

Despite her own agony, the Ukrainian taunted, ?I got your cunt, you Bitch.?

Leaning against the supporting pole with blood running down the inside of her thighs the Mob Princess promised, ?I will scoop out your womb with my heels, Cunt Russian Whore.?

They hung onto the rails gasping. Sweat rolled off their body mixed with blood. Both girls had marked the other and both were exhausted. I have had women in fights made by boyfriends just stop at this point. But, in a woman-made grudge fight there are only pauses.

Anna continued, ?I?ll put your tits in my freezer next your ugly momma?s, so you can be close.?

?You goddamned whore!? shouted the Italian as she lunged forward.

Anna?s right foot came up and reintroduced her blood stiletto to the Italian?s flesh. This time ripping open the front of Gina?s left thigh, but the heavier woman was a raging bull, or cow as the case may be, and her charge buried the heel in deeper but lifted Anna?s knee up into her own body and swung her around the pole. The Russian landed on a plastic bench, her heel hung up in the Italian?s thigh.

Gina finally reacted to the pain and reached down and jerked the four inch deep weapon out of her wounded thigh. Blood welled out of the hole. Gina screamed in mad fury and used the heel to twist Anna onto her face on the bench. Then the Italian landed on the blonde?s back.

Shouting ?CUNT? at the top of her lungs, Gina used the blonde?s matted wet hair to ram her beautiful face up and down into the plastic. Anna tried to push up and got a brown knee across her back. Her head went up and down several times before I got a clear view of a bloody nose, mouth a split gash on her forehead. Anna got her left forearm under face. Gina screamed and dragged the blonde off the bench and then started kicking her. The Ukrainian was driven under the bitch. The black toes of the Mob Princess?s heels made repeated contact with tits, belly and face. Gina was an unchecked fury!

Anna got kicked so far in under the dirty bench that I had a view of her agonized face. Luckily for the blonde the edge of the bench was catching Gina?s shins, stopping the toe of her heels short. The Italian was so crazed she battered her own shins bloody. Given a few seconds respite the blonde took aim and grabbed Gina?s ankle as she kicked self-destructively one more time. Gina pulled backwards trying to keep her balance on the shifting car. Her hands reached up for the ceiling rails, but not in time. Using the heel as a lever, Anna slide her ass and legs out from under the bench and kicked Gina?s left ankle out from under her. The Italian screamed, her fingers just inches from the overhead hanging straps and went down hard, her head bouncing off a pole.

Anna came out from under the bench, her beautiful face a swollen mask of blood and bruised flesh. Her mouth twisted in a snarl and she screamed, ?BITCH GIRL!? I guess it was a bigger insult where she came from.

Anyway, the bloody blonde was on her knees. Her left hand grabbed the top of Gina?s black hair and jerked her face up and then rammed the head back against the pole. Anna?s right fist slammed into Gina?s eyes, nose and mouth while Gina?s hands flailed in front of her. Gina?s face was in danger of becoming as battered as Anna. She finally got her feet around and kicked out spearing the Ukrainian?s now bright red belly.

Anna groaned and folded over the leg. She jerked Gina?s head forward and pulled her self over the leg by the Italian?s blood matted hair. Gina moaned and reached out finding the hated fat globes in front of her blurred vision. She clawed and mauled the fleshy bags. Anna cried out and leaned forward, dragging Gina?s forehead to her mouth. Gina screamed and clawed at Anna?s neck forcing the Ukrainian to let her go.

Gina rolled on her back and tried to elbow walk down the aisle. Her face was bright red, both eyes pools of blood. Anna had ripped open both her eyebrows, literally ripping open the eyebrows with her teeth. Anna made a move and took heels to the upper chest. The blonde stopped pursuing and pulled herself up slowly by the pole that was covered by Gina?s blood. Apparently the back of Italian?s was split as well as the front of her face.

Gina grabbed a bench with a bloody hand and pulled herself to her knees. She rubbed at her eyes trying to see through the blindfold of her own blood. Anna gasped and sucked in air watching her rival slowly gathering herself. The Ukrainian shook her head and mumbled, ?Stupid Bitch, just give it up.?

Then the blonde staggered along using her left hand on the ceiling rail to keep her balance. Gina was leaning over the bench, her huge elongated tits hanging at an angle. Blood from her face dripped into a growing puddle on the plastic seats. She struggled to stand up straight.

?Bitch!? screamed the Ukrainian.

Holding the ceiling rail with her left hand the toe of her right heel came up and slammed into the hanging nipple of Gina?s right tit. The Italian?s long tit seemed to swallow the blood spattered pink toe. The big balloon deformed around the shoe and then seemed to bend in half. Gina cried out a pain delayed reaction. She stood up straight for a moment and her tit flopped back into place, but then she staggered backwards to sit down on the opposing bench.

Gina held up her hands and lifted her heels to kick, but the blonde ex-stripper had gone acrobatic. Anna grabbed the overhead rail with both hands, jumped off the ground in a backwards swing, straightened her heels and then swung forward. The heels of her stilettos flew above Gina?s raised legs and under her reaching hands.

I caught the entry perfectly in three angles, but Lionel was again on the spot with his damn cell phone. Anyway, the momentum of her swing drove her stilettos into the hanging tops of Gina?s zeppelins. The heels deformed the tits, first crushing them against Gina?s rib cage, but when the fat flesh had no where else to go the pink stilettos penetrated. Once the skin was broken the tits seemed to swallow the four inch heels. The entry was in the aureole just north of the clawed nipples.

Lionel?s shouts of ?Holy Shit? were perfect this time.

Gina screamed and was slammed flat against the back of her seat. Her head snapped back and then forward by the impact. She whimpered. Apparently she could see through the haze of the blood pouring into her eyes from her missing eyebrows. What she saw was the sole of Anna?s pink shoe crushing her tits against her chest. What she couldn?t see was the four inch stiletto heels. They were inside her tit.

Gina moaned, ?Stop.?

Hanging by her tired arms Anna shouted, ?BITCH GIRL you did this. You did this.?

Then the Ukrainian began to pump her feet back and forth like she was on a stair climber. Gina?s head rocked back and forth as the blonde methodically moved her heels around inside the meat of the ruptured zeppelins. Blood pooled in Gina?s navel and she clawed weakly at Anna?s heels.

Anna started to jerk her heels out. I wondered for a moment why and then her bloody hands slipped from the over head rail. She landed hard on her ass on the floor. Her bloody heels made sucking sounds coming out of Anna?s tits. Then blood poured from both holes as the Mob Princess tried to cover the dark red wells.

Anna got up slowly grabbing Gina?s ankles and jerked her off the bench onto the floor. I knew I was about to see the classic standing leg spread. Gina was on her back on the floor still holding her tits and mumbling. Anna lifted her legs by the heels and spread them.

Lionel dropped to his knees going for the next money shot, blocking half of my cameras but the other have did just fine. Five minutes of cunt and belly stomping followed. Anna?s expensive designer stilettos sliced, diced, and punctured the quivering Mob Princess again and again. Anna methodically destroyed her rivals sex and belly, going for the womb I guess. The blonde knew the business of hurting another woman. When Gina?s belly and crotch were covered in blood, Anna actually took the time to twist the helpless Italian around by the ankles so she could slice off parts of Gina?s generous labia with her heels.

Lionel finally had enough and warned, ?Lady, end of the line is coming up quick. You need to rap this shit up.?

In frustration, Anna stripped off Gina?s heels and used them to try to put enough punctures in Gina?s connecting tissue that she could rip off the ruined tits. The unconscious Mob Princess?s tits proved tough enough to frustrate the blonde. Finally she gave up, dropped down and used her teeth to take both nipples and the clit.

Anna stood up with her trophies in her hand and asked if there was a knife so she could cut off the bitch?s tits. Lionel had a knife, but for once didn?t give it to her. She asked for her raincoat and purse. She made a call. The women had escorts and medical teams waiting. The team of the one making the call would have the platform to themselves. Once they left if there was anything of the loser left they could collect her.

We pulled in. The doors opened an Anna walked out wearing a raincoat, her bloody heels, soaked rolled down stockings and a wide brim hat to cover her face. Her escorts looked inside at the mess on the floor and then followed her. I turned off the cameras, pulled my shit. My guys and I made ready to follow.

Lionel complained, ?Shit, she didn?t leave enough behind to fuck. What a rip off.?

I said, ?Lionel, sometimes you get the bear and sometimes the bear gets you.?

He thought for a moment and then said, ?You?re alright for a smartass white boy. We got a family fight schedule next week. Are you going to be working it??

I shrugged and asked, ?You need help with the body??

He shook his head, ?Oh, no problem this time. The Big Guy said he?d pick up the body and bury it properly.?

?You mean her boyfriend??

?No. I guess they don?t tell the hired help anything. Sorry man. The Big Guy said he?d bury his girl friend or his daughter. He was the one who said only one would be leaving alive. You know, I don?t think he really cared which one he was sticking in the ground. Sounded to me like a man who just wanted a little peace and quiet.?

?Well give me your cell phone. You know the deal. I control all the material.?

He grimaced, ?Yeah, well. I need it back.? Then he asked, ?Did you catch anything on your fancy equipment I?d like to see??

?I?ll cut you an edited copy, but you know you can?t sell it or show it to anyone.?

?Yeah, the Fixer explained that.?

So I left Lionel standing over the ruined body. I don?t want to know if he went ahead and fucked it.

I do know that the killing didn?t prevent a small, short disturbance in the peace. Gina?s boyfriend and his crew had car problems on the way to the funeral, in other words their cars exploded. In away it was sad. It was a hell of a funeral. At least the florists of New York City had reason to celebrate the short life of the Gina, Mafia Princess, Mob Girlfriend, and one dead bitch fighter.

[Ted Mark]

M<an this site is taken off!


Thanks







.... I still pine for The Island and some fights that were hinted at but never written. I guess that was because I was also a child of adoption.

[erik72]

great story .... thx a lot

[agraf74]

Brief synopsis:

Lionel Twain didn’t need no white boy telling him how to deal with crazy cunts. Mr. Political Hack convinced Lionel that his gig had been bought out by people who had given them a deal they couldn’t refuse.
This was a dine-and-dash deal. The Big Guy said he’d bury his girl friend or his daughter. Hack controls all the material. He’ll cut an edit a copy for Lionel, but he can’t sell it or show it to anyone.
Looking at the rapidly freezing leftovers of Gina’s body, Lionel thinks that he had been actually in a chew-and-screw deal, in which Anna did the chewing and he had not much chance of screwing…

Request to Mr. Political Hack!

Would you spare another copy of this video for me to watch? I swear I won't tell about it on the world wide web.