House Party (3)

[johnsmith2007]

House Party (3)

Usual warnings about violence and nasty happenings.


As the ?Anchor? read off the statistics and the ?Colour? ex-wrestler added his inane comments on what had happened to various competitors Martins mind was racing. He hardly noticed the continuity girl and the first aiders come in, and didn?t even feel the extra pain killing injection to his injured shoulder, which was now a black purple mass of swollen tissue. He was led up stairs to another room to start from an entirely different location, and his slashed back received another spry of coagulants before ?Lets Rumble? echoed though the Mansion and the combat recommenced.

What worried him as he quickly searched the book filled ?Library? for a suitable weapon, was that the class of fighters in the ?House Party? were well above the normal set of desperate money hungry wannabies and excitement junkies that usually comprised the majority of the competitors. Usually only a few Pro?s like himself, fighters who made their living off the death and destruction of the other inexperienced fodder, were in the House on any one occasion, but this was obviously a ?special event?. The two Veterans were obviously a matched pair of duellists, as were the two teen teams, the Gymnasts and the Chinese kids, and the little bastard gangbanger was probably the guy the Desi Princess had beaten to become the Teen champ last year, and had slashed her face to ribbons before going under her smooth cunt for a suffocating KO. The black women and the red head probably had their matching enemies, and the more and more he thought about it the muscle bound European blond who had beaten him near senseless before the Redhead had fucked him up might have been the bother of the blonde Dutch women he had had to kill in season one. HP had tried to insure the ?enemies? found each other but obviously in the large house they could not control everything

All of that led him to one very frightening conclusion. Somewhere in the Mansion was going to be the ?Asian Babe?, the only woman to have fought Katy O?Connor to a draw. That had been in a special celebrity ?House Party? last Christmas, and not one of the regular events. Teams, one Celeb, an actor/politician/businessmen/model/singer had been paired with a fighter from the regular stock of HP Pro?s, but a guy from Sonic Records, a JPop Idol had turned up with his own companion, his bodyguard so he said in halting English, as the young girl with him giggled as she stripped off, a small compact oriental babe, toned and deep tanned with a short mop of silver white platinum blond hair. The Biker Vs The Babe fight was one of the most watched events on Xtube all that festive season, and from his wheel chair Martin had gasped at the moves of the two women. The miss match was what made the whole fight so exciting to watch, Katy towered over the ?five-six? oriental, and the lethal muscled biker bitch who was also as fast as a rattler, had teamed up with a real nasty tempered Celeb, a famous Country singing stacked Blonde.

Katy had first smashed up ?Liston?, a big African American gorilla, and knocked out his team partner, a Mootown diva from the Seventies. To eliminate a team the ?Celeb? had to be KOed, but everyone was under the severest of orders, just to KO, no broken bones or worse, and the untrained ?famous faces? were supposedly strictly along for the ride, and the added bit of fame appearing naked in front of peak festive season viewers would give them. Then after that brutal encounter Katy had fought ?MissyJ?, a fast and nasty ghetto bitch. Liston had bruised her up with a chair leg but the black female had sliced her with a switchblade before the unarmed blonde haired biker had broken her kneecap and then stomped out her teeth. This time much to the viewers? amusement the ?Nashville Voice? had been the one to finish off the fight, smacking a vase over the head of the petite brunette weather girl who was the gang girl?s partner.

The progress of the Japanese team could not have started more differently. They had watched as two muscle bound Pro?s slugged it out before creeping up on the two watching Celeb's, a has been actor who should have been ashamed to show his sagging frame in front of the millions watching, and a teen children?s presenter. The slightly built female bodyguard had disposed of the actor with a simple chop to the neck, rendering him unconscious and his still battling team mate eliminated, even though he did not know it yet. However to roars of laughter from the studio audience, and Martin himself had had to control himself or else pop his stitches, the small young man who was famous, so they had been told, across Asia for his computer beat JPop ?Techno? music, had started to chat up the young Latino TV presenter instead of, as must have been the plan, subduing her. Luckily it was the actors strapping South American fighter who had won the contest of the bruisers, but as he was already out, that left the kids TV girl on her own. Well all those tuning in certainly didn?t expect to be able to switch between rooms where bloody combat was taking place and the master bedroom where the Tokyo Idol and his beautiful girl companion were fucking the afternoon away with the teen Hispanic cutie, while a chair propped the door closed.

At the break that signalled only four couples left in the ?Party? the organisers, to more laughter, had had to escort the girl away and explain to the sobbing singer that he could enjoy himself later, but right now could his lawyer please explain to him in Japanese his contract, and get on with the fighting. On the restart Katy?s door had opened on to a very battered and brutalised Irma Gonzales, veteran wife of the brute Pedro, and even though she had armed herself with a machete and dustbin lid the big blonde had crushed the Mexican before allowing the ?Voice? to beat up the Junior Senator from NY, and send him to hospital, much to the embarrassment of the HP organisers. The unscripted violence from the celeb's was going to cause them legal problems, but who cared as long as the ratings were soaring

All eyes however had been on the real stars of the House, the comedy Japanese duo, as they ascended the stairs to be met by Hindi Bint, a big Indian bitch and her muscled rock star Celeb. ?Rock Star?, just like the ?Nashville Voice? had also shown too much enthusiasm for chasing and beating up other Celeb?s. The oriental boy and girl had been holding hands and chatting, near ignoring the other team who awaited them at the top of the stairs. Then, stopping a few feet away, JPop gave a low bow to the other singer and started to talk to him in near prefect English, a complete contrast to how he had spoken to the Anchor at the start of the show.
?Ah, we meet at last. I am instructed to inform you that as you have not met any of your obligations to Sonic Records, and not returned you advan?? At that point the boy had had to duck sideways as Hindi had produced a large Talwar from behind her back, and ignoring the instruction to not harm the Celeb?s had tried to take the JPop singer's head off. Martin noted that Rock Star, far from being surprised by this was smiling.

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The swirling blade had cut across the boy’s hairless chest as he dived for safety, and the Babe had let out a shrill scream of shock and anger. Then Babe had moved like lightening and the Colour guy had stop framed the move and spent a good five minutes over what was only five seconds of action. As the boy ducked into a side room the girl had flung her own naked body in front of the slicing blade which had chiselled a lump out of her left tit and then gouged its way across her shoulder before the lithe oriental had managed to get two hands on the blade itself and still in mid air wrench it from the heavy weight brown women’s grasp. The big six foot two blue-eyed tattooed Rocker had immediately chased off after the slightly built longhaired oriental boy, who with a girlish scream had scurried away bleeding profusely, as the big Indian cow now lunged at her much smaller female foe. The platinum haired fighter landed hard on the marble flooring of the small hallway and rolled back to her feet discarding the weapon. The fight between the big brown bitch and the slighter built girl had been quick and brutal, and still made the hairs on Martins neck rise even now at the memory.

Though taking some hefty kicks to the cunt and a vicious breast biting attack from the veteran Hindi Bint, the Babe within a few minutes had the big women trapped on her knees begging for mercy, half way back down the flight of stairs. The Japanababe having broken the right arm and left wrist of the big bitch had the heavy weight Hindi cows head in a perfect scissors, choking the life from her, when the fighting males emerged from the side room and tumbled down the stairs towards them. Martin had not followed this fight live but when reviewing it later, could only shake his head in wonder. Bleeding from his sliced torso the boy had ducked and avoided the big Americans fists and as if by accident had made the older male trip into the wall, slip and fall face first into a wooden chair, and then to laughter from the viewers who had ‘red buttoned’ that fight, thrown a silver dish full of scalding hot punch into his face. Rock Star was scarlet with anger still swinging and missing as the boy as if by accident turned to run, but landed a heel kick full into the already bruised pods of the big singer. The camera caught perfectly his cheeky wink to the girl who was slowly choking out her bigger foe some ten steps below him, but at that very moment he lost his footing due to of all things the pool of his own blood on the stairs where the Hindi bitch had cut him earlier.

The JPop boy slipped fending off a might blow from the battered screaming Rock Star, and in a second the powerful red neck had smacked the Japanese boys head into the wall and then pulled his fist back to pulp the young mans face. The American smiled down at the beautiful oriental babe, savouring what he assumed would be his moment of victory as he crushed the skull of the boy, and then his jaw dropped. The girl seemed near expressionless as with a cold calculating glare she swivelled her hips and rotated the big Hindi women’s head 180 degrees, snapping her spinal chord at her shoulders, and even before the six footer could react, discarding the brown carcass from between her hips, with a cry of venomous intent she leapt spinning in mid air to land both her bare feet into the famous faces famous face.

‘Your contract is now considered terminated,’ she screamed down at the unconscious heap of beef at her feet in her singsong heavily accented English. Well the HP security were already entering the house due to Rock Stars over the top beating of the Japanese male, and alarms had been sounding even as he pulled back his fist to smash in the face of the slightly built boy, the JPopers heavy blood loss having caused concern with the HP doctors. However by the time they reached the stairs JPop was sitting slumped on a seat, in a pool of his own gore, while the girl, her face streaked with tears, fussed and tended him, licking the blood off of his face, but the Rock Star and the Bint lay broken two floors below, having been dumped over the banisters.

Martin had seen speed and viciousness enough, but it was the skill and bravery of the small girl that impressed him. She had launched herself across the stairs with the thirty-foot drop to the marble below without a second thought, to save the boy. He had to shake his head at the way she had, without compassion, disposed of the two critically injured fighters who had dared to hurt him. The anchor who up till now had treated them as light relief started to take a real interest, and had to admit that the usually full background dossier on all the contestants was just a few lines for the team from Japan. It was suddenly, as the buzzer rang for the final session, dawning on the HP organisers that things were not all they seemed to be.

The two remaining couples had been placed at opposite ends of an ornate Ball Room for the final fight, but again to the amusement of the crowd and displeasure of the organisers the Japanese team had caused trouble. Japanababe had tried to lead the JPop boy out of the house and fight on alone, he had protested and then to ‘Ah’s’ from the audience she had collapsed into floods of tears when he had refused to leave her. Of course, as per the contract, he would not be allowed to leave anyway, but to Martins amusement none of the four guards, all armed with stun sticks, who would have had to try and stop her, had even dared to go near them while they had their ‘domestic.’ Eventually holding hands, and with the girl supporting the small swooning boy, the Japanese team had walked across to where Katy and the Voice were standing, the Voice shouting and screaming racist slurs about chinks, Japs and slant eyed fuckers as they approached. When they were about six or so foot apart the boy bowed and in a near word for word repeat of what had happened with Rock Star, began to tell the Voice that she had broken her contract with Sonic Records and was in default by millions of Yen. With a gurgled scream the big busty women revealed from behind her back a tall heavy candlestick and rushed at the boy while with a rye smile Katy sprung into life.

The big women seemed to casually sway to her left but then swivelling on her heels she slammed a kick at the hairless shaved smooth cuntlips of the smaller girl, but before the polished and sharpened toe nails could find there target in soft clit meat the oriental babe had skipped backwards just out of range.
‘Little chink thinks she’s fast ha,’ hissed the biker bitch before again attempting another kick, but this time as the smaller female dodged backward she dropped to the floor and spun a scything leg sweep at the girl's legs, catching her by surprise and sending the other fighter to the hard wooden floor with a girlish scream and a heavy thud. Katy knew she had to make her weight and vicious infighting experience pay, and launched herself across the polished flooring to land on the smaller female with a full body splash forcing out the remaining air from her lungs in a wail.

Unlike with Rock Star, the JPop boy was not playing for laughs this time, his many injurious had precluded any pretence, and the stitches hastily applied to hold his wound had immediately split as he fended off the nasty busty bitches attacks. As he backed away however this time the HP security were ready and quickly bundled them away from the main fight, but they were not prepared for what happened next. Roughly pushing away one of the burley female guards the Voice tried one last time to smash the silver candlestick over the boy’s head, but was stopped dead in her tracks. JPop had fainted back into the arms of one of the black clad security, but ducking the metal club, had snatched his hand tazer from its holster, flicked it to full power and then administered the scorching burning electrical charge to the big women’s cunt. She howled and fainted as the air was filed with the smell of burning flesh as her clit was burnt out. As the guards looked on, appalled into immobility, the boy similarly scorched and roasted the two erect red teats off of the singer’s massive breasts.
‘Your Debts are now paid,’ he hissed into her unhearing ear.

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However the HP organisers were in no way going to call the fight at this stage, everyone wanted to see who would win in this classic naked battle of Force Vs Skill. Katy now straddled her whimpering foe, the bigger older blonde grabbed a handful of the short platinum dyed locks of the girl and smashed the back of her head hard into the flooring. The two hot slick steaming nude females, were a match in feline viciousness, two hard clits meeting as Katy sat astride her victim, the muscled, tall, over tattooed deep tanned honey blonde biker, sitting across the slighter but still toned ballerina built platinum blonde Asian Babe. However before Katy could repeat the move, and brain the other gladiatrix, the young vixen had cupped her hands, and fighting to stay conscious, had slapped them hard across the other women?s ears. The biker screamed at the agony as her eardrums were ruptured, and head spinning fell of her prey moaning as blood dripped from her ears. Luckily for the biker queen she had so thoroughly concussed her younger opponent that the oriental babe was in no condition to follow up her advantage, but had to lay back whimpering as her head spun.

Much to Martin's surprise it was the Babe who recovered first. As the camera had zoomed back it had clearly shown an array of possible weapons, swords hanging on the wall, knives by the dinner service, and that was ignoring the obvious plentiful supply of blunt instruments, chairs vases, etc, but the smaller women ignored them all, crawled across to the groaning muscle bitch and set ten talons into the hard muscled gut of the blonde. Katy recovered her senses in a world of pain Martin thought she had probably never experienced before, and he loved it. The smaller girl was deceptively strong and obviously knew just where to probe and gouge to shred the near perfect stomach wall muscles of the big Lioness. Katy propped herself up on her elbows, her face a mask of pain, panting with agony to snarl her defience at the other fighter. The Babe's fingers seemed to go deeper inside the older women?s battered naked body and the Anchor man was going into ecstatic joy describing the Japanese womb claw as one of the most secretive and guarded torture techniques in the world and what a privilege it was for the viewers to see one. Martin couldn?t help wonder if Katy felt the same joy, as with a smile the girl leaned all her weight onto her probing claws and forced a scream of terror from the older cat as the kitten slutted her.

Katy?s body was shaking uncontrollably, and Martin realised she was near paralysed by the torment and destruction to the heart of her sex. And then somehow she managed to regain some sort of power over her limbs. A powerful right hand smashed into the face of the girl, splitting her lip and bloodying her nose as she now lay across the nude torso of her victim, head resting just below Katy?s massive chest. To Martin's surprise the girl shook her head, and spat her own blood into the face of the champion and refused to let go her hold. Three more fists punched into the pretty face, dazing the girl, and near closing one eye before with a scream of pure agony, as blood had now started to trickle from the American's cunt, showing her womb and tubes were now being destroyed by the little vixen, Katy lunged into a sitting position grabbed hold of the platinum fighters curly mop, wrenched her already bloody face up and pounded a crushing head butt into it. Blood erupted from a shattered and broken nose, and the Asian Babe collapsed backward, both eyes now swelling to slits as her whole lower face was sluiced with blood.

While the girl, spread eagled on her back gurgled trying to breath through her destroyed face the big American rolled over with a scream of pain, and clamped a mighty fist across the smaller vixens mouth, shutting off any air supply the oriental fighter might have had. The Babe went into a frenzy, trying to tear at the fist chocking off her life, her sweaty naked body drenched and glistening twitched and spazumed as she tried to free herself from the killing hold. The girl tired in vain to claw at the women's face, but Katy's long arms outreached her, but then the Babe again did something that had the HP anchor man in paroxysms of joy. Her hands blindly felt their way under the bulging biceps of the biker bitch, and a single fore finger started to dig its way into the muscle. Katy screamed in agony, and held onto her choke for a few second more, before rolling on her back whimpering as her whole right arm jerked around spazuming of its own free will, and then went limp, the nerve centre clawed out by the smaller females desperate attack.

It would take many minutes for her arm to even regain feeling let alone control, but the determined biker was not going to give her prey time to recover. The Babe had rolled over onto her front, and as the blood drained from her injured face was trying desperately to breath through the damage. Katy sat up beside the naked tormented younger women, her dead arm hanging lifeless by her side, but then with all her ferocious power stabbed two fingers of her left hand into the pert proffered puckering ass of the girl. The platinum feline let out an unearthly slurping bellow of pain, but reacting by instinct swung a mighty Karate chop to the jugular of the biker. The ?pop? of the blow caused a gasp from the watching crowed which had been cheering the local heroin on to victory.

The Babe's head had smashed forward onto the flooring, the agony in her ruptured sphincter sending her into a coma of pain, while Katy still sat upright beside her. The big American tried to shake off the effects of the blow to her neck and Martin as well as Katy?s supporters breathed a sigh of relief and cheers accompanied the match ending buzzer, as the last contestant was left sitting if not standing in the carnage of the House. But then the muscled women?s smiles froze on her lips, her only good hand, bloody with the bowel blood of the unconscious Oriental, came up to her throat, and then Katy was clawing at her throat and thrashing about on the floor, and to everyone?s surprise as Katy collapsed back frothing and gushing blood from her crushed windpipe the Babe's face, a mask of blood lifted off of the floor and the whites of her teeth were clearly seen in a hellish grin at the death rattle gasping and retching sound of the big women dieing beside her.

Pandemonium broke out, the buzzer had sounded for Katy?s win, but by the time the medics arrived it was the big biker who was near death, needing an emergency tracheotomy, while the silver haired Japanababe was sitting up holding the blondes head in a vice like grip. She was desperately keeping it still to stop the writhing jerking muscled gladiatrix from doing herself more harm in her frenzy to breath.

The whole fight was etched into Martins memory, and he defiantly didn?t want to be on the wrong end of ?Silvers? kicks stomps punches and above all claws.


John

This was a request from a faithful reader who wanted to see how ?Silver? and Katy would match up. He was going to put it up as a poll, but I said I?d write it up instead. So next instalment will really be the final part of the original story.

[agraf74]

This was a nice and peaceful intermission in the story proper. Please take your time with similar detours...

I have a slight complaint only. You are conveying the idea that a fighter's head is actually wrenched off from the body: ?The [Japnese] girl seemed near expressionless as with a cold calculating glare she swivelled her hips and rotated the big Hindi woman?s head 360 degrees, snapping it off of her shoulders [...and] she leapt spinning in mid air to land both her bare feet into the famous face's famous face.?

Somersaults two floors down and disembowelments are OK, they can be performed by trained athletes - but this defies my imagination. Breaking the neck is hard to achieve, but can be done by hand - like military commandos do. (Remember James Bond ?death? in the pre-credits scene of From Russia With Love?) So, without a hand-saw or a machete, I would suggest you keep it down to breaking the neck only :-)

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Hi Agraf,

Yes your right, its meant to be a broken neck not literally 'snapped off'. If it was decapitation how could I resist the whole "head bouncing down the stairs... fountaining gushings of blood etc etc".

I see what I did wrong, it should be 180 degrees not 360 degrees for the 'hip lock' neck breaker.

Hope you liked the rest of the story,

John

[agraf74]

Absolutely.

[MikeJV]

I thought that was silver.... COOL! Yes the "head rolling down teh stairs" bit wooyld of been awesome, a blade of some kind would be needed unfortunaely as she isn't strong enough. "the big muscle woman cou;d do it by hand to a small girl/sperson, but notthe otherway. *sigh* great work, looking foward to the next part.

MikeJV