THE ISLAND - WORKNG HARD FOR THE MONEY 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.

ISLAND STORIES ? WORKING HARD FOR THE MONEY BY MR. CAGE ([email protected])

Welcome to the Island

Whether you come by private plane, chartered plane, private yacht or container cargo, on the Island you are a fighter. When you arrive you are shuttled to the Med Center where you benefit from a number of vaccines and cures for various so-called incurable diseases. The Med Center is also a private research hospital which caters to an exclusive worldwide cliental. It is supported by solid gold endowments of members past as well as extortion-like fees for miracle cures to the very powerful who do not know the true nature of this bloody paradise. They have perfected various forms of healing including some nerve regeneration, plastic surgery miracles, skin grafts and even eye replacements. Of course they had a lot of patients to experiment on, no shortage of replacement parts and no restrictions whatsoever on their research.

Once there, if you are a member you are free to do what you will. Other members are there to meet your sex and violence requirements. Or if you prefer you may engage some of the salaried employees. The Island Club goes to great expense to make sure there is a steady supply of playmates.

Highest on the playmates list are the Upstarts, middle class fighting families supplementing their income with one month or longer stays. Next down on the social ladder are the Street Trash, more desperate fighting families driven by their desperation to fight for a living. Then of course there are the Cellmates. These are women and girls taken from prisons around the world, usually third world hell holes. They fight for money like everyone else and if they accumulated enough points they are given their freedom. The quickest path to freedom is to take brutal fight after brutal fight. The Cellmates are purchased from their wardens and that is often the last the world hears from them. The smallest class of paid fighters is called the Professionals. Anyone with a significant professional fighting career or martial training is placed in this class. Some of the member families prefer skilled fighting and to put them into street fights and catfights would simply not be fair. So the Club hires professional fighters to visit and fight similarly trained members. The fighters are paid on a per fight basis and only get winners or losers consequences once after the fight. Men who want a tough mixed fight often end up fighting female boxers or martial artists in rules or no rules matches.

Upon arrival fighting members of the families are divided into broad classes. Obviously male and female, but the actual classes are based upon age. The Diehards are fighters over sixty. The Over the Hill fighters are for those between fifty and sixty. The largest class is the Open Class fighters for those over eighteen and under fifty. The older teens were called Tuffs. The younger teens were called Punks. Your class determines whether or not you who you can challenge or who you can refuse without a loss of points. For example, anyone can fight an Open Class fighter if they choose, but Open class fighters could not move up or down the age scale without the other party being agreeable.

For members it is all about points because that?s where prestige is derived, voting powers determined and membership status calculated. Fall too low and a member becomes a member slave, which means you serve the other members in a slave pen until you either fight your way out or quit. Pay is determined by points earned by the Upstarts and Street Trash. Freedom is determined by points earned by the Cellmates. Points are the currency on the Island and the way you earn points is by beating others senseless and providing entertainment for the other members. And the entertainment is simply sex and violence without end in all its many gloriously brutal variations.

Welcome to the Island. Enjoy your stay. May you leave alive.

For those who need a history here are the previous stories and stories of characters appearing in the ongoing saga

PREVIOUS STORIES:
1. AT THE BEGINNING ? Jim?s family gets into fighting
2. NEEDLEGLOVE FIGHT ? Jim is introduced to the Island
3. A DAY WITH THE SWENSONS ? Jim watches the Swenson Family in action
4. SPECIALTY BIGGUNS GRUDGE MATCH ? Jim watches two families with extraordinary physiques fight to the death

Related Stories

Story of Renee:
- Chapters 1 through 15
Swenson Family:
- Devon Swenson?s Journals: A Moment of Revenge
- Devon Swenson?s Journals: First Family Fight


WORKING HARD FOR THE MONEY by Mr. Cage

The Haitian negotiations fell through when their Patriarch upped the stakes to death matches and only little Tara had any interest in that. Our planned time on the Island was coming to a close so everybody began looking for tougher, higher point fights with bonus payments stipulations. I fought a series of rape matches against some of the gay members, luckily winning five of them in a row and then decided to rest up for a big finish, a gang rape fight to the last asshole inviolate.

Mom got the stuffing knocked out of her in a ten woman last bitch standing match with boxing gloves and padded foot, knee and elbow surfaces. She got put down fourth and didn?t get back up. She spent ten minus four days in the slave pits earning points for the winner. I didn?t fuck her, but I watched her take eighteen of the Haitians, six men and twelve women, in a row, three at a time. Apparently the Haitian Patriarch had either gathered allies or brought more members of his family to the Island. On the Island when you lose a fight it may mean a lot more than just losing the one fight. When you have enemies they can take advantage of a loss to anyone and fuck you senseless in the slave pits. They were particularly brutal hoping to drive Uncle Jackson into a death match arrangement. I hoped it didn?t work. Mom was dripping cum from every hole and barely able to open her eyes after the first two nights in the pits.

Tara had a brass knuckle fight with an Arab girl. Tara was walking around with a closed right eye and badly marked breasts, but she had put the Arab in the Island hospital and was quite happy with herself. My young girl cousin was truly a savage bitch!

My sister Janet was getting into the lesbian rape fights, winning as many as she was losing, but racking up points at a fast clip. Luckily for her the terms of the lesbian rape fights were that the losers were only prizes for a single night with the winners.

Aunt Janet was specializing in catfights against members. She had won three and lost one. And the Haitians had used her one day in the slave pit to fuck her over almost as roughly as my Mom. Having those assholes taking out their grudge on our women when they lost was a pretty effective tactic. Uncle Jackson had a simple rule for death fights: don?t. Still, if this rapine continued the women might just overrule him and settle scores with the Haitian women who were surely behind this insidious tactic.

Uncle Jackson lost three fist fights and won two. Surprisingly the Haitians didn?t come for him in the slave pits. He was condemned for three nights and took it up the ass several times, but the Haitians left him alone. I assume it was to shame him into putting our women into the death fights. . He was feeling pretty bad about losing the Haitian deal, so despite his battered face and body he was going into another fist fight. I would have watched, but my favorite girl cousin and fuck buddy was going for a bounty fight and I had to see her in all out action. So Cousin Doug was left alone to watch his dad fight it out. Cousin Doug had a broken fist and would be side-lined unless challenged by someone with a similar injury to a handicapped match.

Young and crazy Tara and I went to a small arena to watch Linda in what was predicted to be a particularly nasty fight, which was why the rich members wanting it had put up a bounty. Several of the Upstarts, which is what we were, had volunteered for the match, but at least one of the females putting up the bounty had a thing for thin black haired young girls. And it was not a good thing. Linda had made the cut, a financial boon and physical danger.

The announcer told the tale, ?Welcome to this season?s Granny Mauler Invitational battles. Some of our female long term members, all Diehards or Over the Hills, select young girls from our Tuffs or Punks class and give them an introduction to the old school of female fighting. The rules are no eye gouging and that?s it. Otherwise, it?s anything goes.

?The fighters will be selected by lottery, one old and one young, and enter the glass walled arena for five minutes of all out action: no KO, no submission and no mercy. At the end of the five minutes another lottery will be held and another fight will happen. If a fighter refuses to enter the arena or cannot crawl across the threshold, she will be eliminated. As always points will be rewarded for longevity, number of fights and of course being on the winning side.

?The Invitational will continue until either Youth or Experience wins out. If Experience wins, Youth will serve the winners as their private slaves for seven days minus one day for each round above the average rounds per woman fought. If Youth wins the bounty money will be allocated on a weighted average basis among the winning girls based upon rounds fought.?

He pushed a button on the random number generator and the wall screens flickered like a two wheel slot machine until the numbers 8 and 20 were side by side.

The announcer said, ?Our first fight will be between Mei and Linda.?

Well that was quick. Tara tensed up beside me. The old woman was from some Asian country, probably Vietnamese or Cambodia, but hell what do I know and I didn?t have a computer handy to look up her details. Of course, since points also got rewarded for hair length, breast size, shaved and unshaved crotches, etc. I would get some details.

The announcer said, ?Mei is a fifty year member well into the Die Hard class. In that period she has finished the fighting careers of twelve women and one man. She stands 5?2??, weighs 109 pounds and has a lean, power-packed 33A 20 32 body. She scores points for long lovely hair and untrimmed crotch.?

Die Hard fighters had to be over sixty. If she had been a fifty year member and the rules had been obeyed she had to be at least sixty three. Her brown yellow skin was perhaps leathery, but in no way indicated how truly old she was. I looked her over closely and noted a number of scars and even indications that she both her nipples had been badly injured at one time or another. Her long hair was still black, with only two streaks of white gray on each temple. Her skin was slack around her rock hard tiny belly, probably from multiple child births. She was a tight little package for an ancient. The look of pure evil lust on her face when she saw my favorite cousin was scary.

The announcer said, ?Linda was a three year member in the Tuffs class. She is a member of the Upstarts and has earned her way with several fights, but no career ending episodes as yet. She stands 5?6??, weights 126 pounds and has a youthful physique of 34C 24 34. She scores some points for those lovely C cups and her untrimmed crotch.?

Linda?s black hair was short and she never got points for her hair. Her tits gave her points in most fights that weren?t tit fights, in tit fights 36 C?s were the minimum required size so you got no bonus points for putting them on the line. I liked Linda?s chances. She was taller, heavier and far younger than the evil looking Asian witch. The only worry I had was the fact that the old bitch was far more experienced and vicious as evidenced by her body count. Tara?s hand went to my crotch and practically leaped out of my seat. Tara smiled and held on to my cock.

She whispered in my ear, ?Linda?s busy, let me take care of this business.?

So before the bell rang on Linda?s fight, her little sister was sucking and stroking my cock like it was a magic lantern. I had to admit, Tara was every bit as good as her sister, but I hadn?t planned on being worked on by my younger cousin. Linda might not take kindly to having a sibling rivalry worked out on the head of my shaft.

The bell rang. Tara moaned, stood, spread her ass cheeks with her hands and sat down forcibly on my erection. She grunted as I penetrated her tight cunt, moaned and basically screwed herself down onto my lap. Her cunt was like a vice and she could pulse its sides like some kind of magic bed machine. I?d never had better. The little voracious bitch barely moved as she sat there but my cock was treated to a professional milking. Tara reached for my hands, brought them around and put them on her nipples. She moaned and mumbled, ?Hurt them!? I pinched them and she growled, ?Hurt them!? I pinched harder and must have reached the right level of agony because her cunt tightened like an anaconda on my cock. I wanted to explode inside the tight little bitch, but my cousin?s cunt was acting like a cock ring! My eyes almost closed, but I was determined to watch my real lover, Linda in her desperate fight.

Mei screeched like a harpy at the sound of the bell. The little Asian flew across the eight by eight glass enclosure and landed on Linda. The old woman?s hands entangled in Linda?s hair, her heels hooked around Linda?s thighs and her teeth sank into Linda?s shoulder. Linda screamed and tried to pull the nasty little bitch off by the long hair. Mei twisted her head to the side and tried to get her teeth into Linda?s neck. I gasped and filled Tara?s cunt with cum and shouted for Linda to watch her neck.

Linda twisted around, carrying the Asian on her hips, and slammed the woman hard into the glass wall. Mei grunted and held on. Linda rammed in hard again and the Asian?s locked legs parted and she slid off the bigger teen. Mei?s hands turned into claws and she ripped down the length of Linda?s back as she tried to pull herself back up Linda?s body. Linda cried out and grabbed the top of the woman?s hair in one fist and started ramming the back of Mei?s head into the wall again and again.

Mei clawed at Linda?s ass. The bitch must have sharpened her nails because she was leaving streak after bloody streak on Linda?s beautiful skin. Linda finally stunned the bitch long enough to get enough separation to bring a knee up into the Asian?s crotch. Mei cried out as her old cunt was battered by Linda?s hard knee again and again. Mei retaliated with a double face rip opening up both Linda?s cheeks.

Linda pushed off and grabbed her face with both hands in a reflex. Mei came off the wall and sank the toe of her right brown foot up into Linda?s pussy. My girl cried out and staggered backwards holding herself. Mei screeched again and jump kicked, driving her right foot deep into Linda?s belly. The teen flew backwards and hit the wall with a savage thud. Linda slid down the wall and ended up on her ass on the ground with her legs spread. I felt Tara slide off my cock and go down on her knees. She was licking my wet cock clean of my sticky cum and her hot cunt juice. She fingered herself while the fight was going on behind and below her. She couldn?t care less that her sister was suffering, or perhaps the screams and moans were driving her on to one happy orgasm after another. She was insatiable.

Mei screeched again and drove her deadly right foot straight for my cousin?s face. Linda bent to the side and the brown foot hammered with a solid thud on the sweaty glass. From the sound of the impact and the jiggle it put in the Asian?s still firm little ass, the blow would have caved in Linda?s face. Mei came down ready to drive a knee into Linda?s tits, but my cousin wasn?t finished yet. She twisted on a hip and kicked with her left leg sweeping the Asian?s feet out from under her and dumping Mei hard on the glass floor.

I checked the wall screens and sure enough, the Island had cleverly placed four cameras below the glass cell and caught the impact of the old woman in wonderfully slow motion. Linda had gained some respite. The old woman?s temple had bounced hard on the glass and she was barely moving for the moment.

Linda rolled away from the dangerous old bitch and staggered to her feet. I checked the clock and saw that no more than two minutes had passed in the furiously paced fight for survival. Mei shook her head and rolled to her hands and knees ready to press up. Linda lunged forward and drove a soccer kick up into the old woman?s thin waist. Mei grunted and rolled onto her back. Linda went to stomp, but the Asian spun on her ass and drove a tiny foot up into Linda?s already pounded crotch.

My cousin groaned and stepped backwards allowing the old woman to regain her feet. Linda backed away as Mei stalked her like a martial arts tigress. Mei rushed forward and slashed cutting Linda again and again with her razor like nails. Linda took it and finally retaliated and caught the old bitch on her nose with a solid right fist. Mei?s head snapped back and blood immediately spurted from both nostrils. Linda hammered her with the left and then drove a knee up into the stunned woman?s belly.

Mei staggered back and fell to a knee. Linda grabbed the old woman?s hair and drove a knee into her face without hesitation. The savage fight had removed any of Linda?s inhibitions. The knee crunched solid. A replay camera showed the point of her knee crushing the old woman?s tiny nose. As the knee inched back on the slow motion replay torrents of snot and blood erupted in a bright red spray from the woman?s nose and mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell forward in exquisite slow motion. The camera recorded the impact from below as her nose hit, spread and her face bounced once. Her nose looked like it had been spread across her face. Then the camera?s view was completely obscured by the rush of pooling blood.

Linda looked on as Mei lay face down on the glass floor. She gasped in air then dropped knee first onto the old woman?s back. With her knee firmly between Mei?s shoulder blades, Linda grabbed the back of the old woman?s matted black hair and pulled her bloody face up. A side camera zoomed in and caught the woman?s still empty eyes just before her rapidly swelling nose and cheeks closed off her vision. The look on Linda?s face was one of fury enhanced by pain and desperate fear. She was ripped to pieces and was terrified the old woman would attack again. So the teen mounted on the old woman?s back proceeded to ram the ruined face down again and again into the unyielding glass.

By the time the five minutes were up and attendants rushed in to pull Linda of Mei?s back, my cousin, bloody and hurt as she was, had made her first kill and retired one of the longest serving members of the Island. So Linda had made her bones.

Stunned by my cousin?s first kill, I watched as she was led out and taking to the holding pen for the teens. No one bothered to clean the blood smeared glass. Instead they dragged Mei out by the heels and tossed her to the side of the glass arena so the next fighters would see her body. The crowd buzzed with news of a quick kill and the news must have spread around the Island because the arena quickly filled up.

I watched seventeen more five minute matches. I?d have to give the honors equally between the two teams and no one died. Although one Die Hard left the arena with a broken arm and a Youth had to be carried on a stretcher after her ankle had been snapped. I checked and there were thirty fighters to a side, so this could go on for awhile. I was about to leave with Tara and get something to eat when they announced Linda had been chosen to fight again.

The announcer said, ?Derna is a twenty-five year member well into the Over the Hill class. In that period she has finished the fighting careers of six women and three men. She stands 5?10?, weighs 198 pounds and has a powerful lush 44DD 30 46 body. She scores points for it big assets and untrimmed crotch.?

Derna was a huge woman, pale white, probably a Russian with short man-like bleached white hair. Her face was square and her hands and feet were overly large. Her crotch may have been untrimmed, but her lips and clit were so big that they were clearly exposed through the black fur that filled the woman?s lower belly and crept up between her ass cheeks. Derna hadn?t fought before so that gave her even more of an advantage over Linda.

The eight by eight foot enclosure was not enough room for Linda to out run her fat ass enemy. Derna closed off the floor area and forced Linda to fight it out toe-to-toe. I?ll give my cousin credit; her hard little fists staggered the big Russian bitch and opened up her lips. But Derna?s big hammock arms battered my cousin back and forth, finally forcing her into the far corner.

Linda kicked out and sank her foot into the big woman?s soft belly. Derna grunted and lunged forward splattering herself against Linda. Linda groaned as she was crushed into the corner and engulfed by the fat bitch. My cousin?s face was covered by pale white tit flesh. The crowd was screaming for her to bite and she did. Derna screamed out and grabbed my cousin?s hair. Now it was Linda?s turn to have her head banged on the glass.

Linda was trapped and in real trouble. If she went down Derna would crush her. Instead, Linda forced her right hand in between their bodies. A floor camera picked up three of her fingers curly up into the Russian?s big cunt lips. Derna moaned and stiffened as my cousin?s three fingers slipped into her wet hole up to the knuckles. The Russian bellowed as Linda obviously ripped at the inner walls of the big woman?s sex.

Derna suddenly encircled my cousin?s neck with her big hands and choked. As she choked she lifted Linda up the side of the glass walled corner. Linda?s hands came up to claw at the Russian?s hands. Linda was turning red and writhing. The big Russian choked her and pressed forward and upward. Linda got her feet up on the big woman?s hip and pushed off using her ass wedged in the corner as a solid support. Amazingly it worked. The Russian?s legs were forced back. She pushed forward, but her feet were on the bloody sweat drenched glass. Both feet slid and suddenly the Russian was falling on her face with Linda riding down the side of the glass sucking in air and clawing at her badly bruised neck.

The Russian grunted and pushed forward thrusting her right hand into Linda?s wide open crotch. The brutal violation brought Linda back to life. She kicked out her legs and smashed the big Russian bitch in the face. The Russian grunted and continued to try to cunt maul my cousin. Linda?s hard feet moved like she was on a bicycle, pumping kicks into the Russian?s ugly face until the big woman rolled on her side and twisted away. Linda struggled to the feet, still in no condition to fight. Thankfully the round ended and two more women were called to the arena.

Tara and I went to lunch. I was wolfed down a steak and cheese sandwich supplied by a national brand store, everything is on the Island but I doubt the store is listed in the annual report. Tara was asking about who was the better fuck, her or Linda. Well I?m not a genius but I?m smart enough to know that some questions have no good answers so I kept my mouth full. Tara grinned and said I was chicken and that she already knew she was a better fuck than her old sister, but told me she wouldn?t tell Linda that I thought so. I ignored the comment. We finished up and went back into the arena.

Well the cheers coming from the arena had told us some action had transpired. In addition to Mei there was another dead Over the Hill fighter and two dead young fighters piled up outside the glass cage. The walls and floor were now liberally smeared with blood and sweat and perhaps urine and excrement as well. Something looking like an ear lay in a corner. I checked the fighting lists and was relieved that Linda had not yet been recalled.

We watched three more fights. The old girls won all three decisively leaving one of the opponents on the dead pile with a broken neck. The betting had shifted from young to old now. The list showed red lights by five names, three young and two old. Yellow lights flashed by three old names and five young names indicating that continued participation was unlikely but unconfirmed until their numbers came up again.

Linda was called back to fight against a similarly sized short haired, almost buzz cut Over the Hill class fighter named Melinda. The woman?s hair was bleached and colored metallic silver and she looked like a nasty piece of work. She had shaved her bush and her mound was round, prominent and covered in tattoos of the names of the women she had killed. The sleeve of her clit was stuck out like she had a little hard on. Her nails were long and colored silver and I swear she had sharpened her teeth to points. She was a true freak. She had fought at least once before because her face was swollen and one of her breasts had deep bite marks on her brown nipple and dried caked blood in the teeth imprints.

The announcer said, ?Melinda is a thirty year member well into the Over the Hill class. In that period she has finished the fighting careers of six women. She stands 5?5??, weighs 132 pounds and has a lush, powerful 38C 24 34 body. She scores points for lovely breasts.?

The announcer said, ?Linda was a three year member in the Tuffs class. She is a member of the Upstarts and has ending the fighting career of one woman, making her first this very day. She stands 5?6??, weights 126 pounds and has a youthful physique of 34C 24 34. She scores some points for those lovely C cups and her untrimmed crotch.?

Linda was marked up as bad as anything I had seen on her yet. Mei?s nasty claw marks were bright red and showed dried blood and scabs forming. The fat Russian bitch had left bruises all over Linda, especially dark blue handprints around her lovely neck. This was her third round and I was seriously worried she had gotten into something far too dangerous for my liking.

Tara mumbled, ?Let me work on this for awhile.?

She dropped off my lap onto her knees and started sucking my limp cock. She sucked my balls and even fingered my ass until I was rock hard. The bell rang. As the fight started she again stood, spread her ass cheeks and sat down on my cock, but this time she gripped the shaft and held it so the wet head of my cock penetrated her tight little asshole. She squatted down hard grunting and moaning as she pushed my cock into her ass. She squealed, ?My ass is tighter than Linda?s you know it don?t you.? It was and I felt it as she rammed it down taking all my cock.
Melinda was another mad slashing bitch. She stalked Linda in the tiny blood smeared glass box slicing with her obviously sharp finger nails. Linda?s face was reopened. Then both her breasts were slashed. Her upper arms and forearms were in for some gashes. Melinda wasn?t interested in closing, she just wanted to claw! Finally the old bitch missed with a wild slash for Linda?s face. Linda drove her right fist into the woman?s mouth and snapped her head back. Melinda stumbled backward and threw her left fist for Linda?s eye. Linda ducked and took the punch on the crown of the head. Melinda howled and grabbed her fist. I knew the signs of a busted fist and so did Linda.

Melinda was frozen for a fraction of a second grasping her fist. Linda snapped a kick up into the woman?s cunt. The paralysis was extended. A right hook to Melinda?s nose and a left uppercut to her chin put the old bitch flat on her back bleeding from the nose. Linda dropped both her knees into the woman?s belly. Melinda spewed out everything inside her and snapped up like she was a hinge. Her eyes were wide and her hands were now holding her belly. The look on her face was astonishment. Linda, tired of being clawed, grabbed both sides of the woman?s face in her own claws and viciously ripped open Melinda?s leathery face. Linda dug her nails in deep, dragged and then went back to the top for a second and third pass. Melinda was able to scream and react by the third slashing.

The old woman grabbed for Linda?s hands and wailed. Her face had been ripped open and blood covered her face, neck and heavy old breasts. Linda didn?t try to jerk her hands away. Instead she dug in her nails and let Melinda try to spread her arms by tugging on the wrists. Linda waited until Melinda was firmly committed, then my cousin drove her forehead down and forward between Melinda?s two hands. Crack! Crunch! Melinda fell back onto the floor from her sitting position. Her nose poured blood and snot and her eyes rolled back in her head. Linda had knocked the old bitch out!

Linda knelt over the fallen woman?s body, grabbed Melinda?s bloodstained right breast in both hands, squeezed until it looked like a balloon with a hard nipple cap. Then my cousin got the crowd roaring by biting into the aureole and sawing her teeth back and forth. Melinda stiffened and awoke screaming as her right nipple was chewed off and spit back into her ruined face. Linda followed up the mutilation and humiliation with a right fist to Melinda?s stunned face. The old woman?s head cracked hard on the glass floor and she was still.

For a second I thought Linda had killed another. Linda stood and started stomping on the unconscious woman?s bloody right breast. She got in a count of ten before the bell sounded the end of the five minutes and Melinda was dragged away, still alive but with a yellow light flashing by her name. Linda held up her bloody hands and took in the crowd?s applause.

Tara looked on a little jealous and said, ?Dad won?t be happy. He wants to keep us out of blood baths and maiming. Linda?s going to think she?s so tough now. I?m bored let?s go watch something else!?

I let her drag me from that arena. As we left the next two fights were forfeits, one to the old and one to the young. The list showed red lights by seven names, four young and three old. Yellow lights flashed by three old names and four young names. Just as we were about to exit Linda?s number came up again. I stopped. Tara was pissed. As luck would have it the next old woman didn?t have a yellow light flashing, but she was hurt and she apparently had no desire to fight Linda who was displaying a new level of savagery. Now eight red lights glowed, evenly divided between the teams.

Once outside Tara stopped at one of the ubiquitous fight terminals that helped Island visitors make their matches, follow their records, and identify entertainments. I thought about letting Tara off on her own because Uncle Jackson was pretty particular about leaving the young girl unwatched. She might find her way into a situation that would not please him.

?What are you looking for,? I asked.

?I?m looking for something really nasty. Watching Linda roll around for a paycheck is way too boring. I want to see some real hatred, something special,? said the sweetest of young girl?s voices. Who the held had possessed my cousin?

?I?m going back inside; your dad would want you to stay with me or go see how his fight finished,? I reminded her.

?Ah, perfect. Nothing better than a little bit of ethnic cleansing to feed the fire!? she exclaimed and pointed to the screen.

Starting in thirty minutes was a newly announced ?Slave or Death? match between two sets of Upstart females with special stipulations. Death fights are not that rare on the Island, but it is usually involves Members since Upstarts and Street Trash don?t exactly pay one another for the privilege of fighting. This was a personal grudge match and those are always more interesting.

I read the details. Both families were from England, but one was Hindu in origin and the other was Moslem, the Indian versus Pakistani quarrel carried to foreign shores. The families were headed by women now, apparently fathers, brothers and sons had already carried the dispute to a higher court. The two families had been visitors to the Island for five years in one case and six in the other. A grudge between them had started here and carried back to their homes. That explained why two Upstart families were fighting one another.

In Island fights the Varma Family, the Hindu clan, had lost seven males and ten females and their enemies the Kahn Family, Pakistani clan, had lost six males and nine females. Far nastier things had happened at home. Usually grudges in ?Real Life? are brought to the Island to be permanently settled. Apparently, some times grudges started on the Island carried over to ?Real Life.? The two large clans of enemies lived within a block of one another in an English City, and they didn?t play well together. Shops, cars and homes had been burned, killing young and old people in their beds. Knives, guns and hatchets in the street had done even more to reduce the rival families from double figures down to only three apiece. The rest were either in the ground, hospital or in jail.

The history of the Island is full of such stories, but usually at the Membership level. Whole families have been exterminated to resolve grudges that lasted over the generations. In fact August was known as the Month of Reckoning. We were almost finished with July and so it was time for the parade of serious violence to begin. However, Members would never carry there battle over to the streets of the real world. They frowned seriously on those who did.

The Island gives you points, money and praise for your kills. Elsewhere you go to jail if you don?t have the money to buy your way out. Perhaps the fights would have ended in England given the severity of the losses, but the Island has long arms and rather than risk being somehow exposed due to the unauthorized violence of its employees it had reached out and brought the survivors back to the Island for one last payday, survivors take all. To further sweeten the prize, the winning women?s jailed family members would be paroled for good behavior and not a small under the table payment to the authorities. Before the Island I thought corruption was a rare thing, but now I knew petty corruption was endemic and rarely punished and big time corruption is only exposed to cover up something more serious.

The Varma and Khan clans had violated the Island?s rules and now the issue was no longer the protagonists? business. Perhaps as a means of punishment or as just the Island?s special way of finding amusing means of mayhem the two sets of surviving females were to fight it out in a two stage ?Unclean Slavery or Death Match.? As luck would have it a mother and two daughters versus a mother and two daughters.

The first stage was a three on three fuck fight. Someone had a clever, twisted mind. It would start with the two mothers in the center with their daughters on either side. On one side one girl would be restrained and hard fucked by one of her enemies. On the other side the situation would be repeated in reverse. After five minutes the mothers would choose simultaneously which of their daughters, fucker or fuckee, she would replace and the replaced daughter would go to the middle to rest up. After another five minutes the procedure would be repeated. It would continue for one hour of fuck or be fucked time.

Then without rest they would immediately go to the ?Unclean? part. A large six sided mud pit had been readied. The write-up insured that the mud would be a foot deep and mixed with pig and cow blood. I wondered at that, but apparently that was a very big deal. To be beaten and forced to eat tainted mud while begging for your life would be an ultimate humiliation for these women. If they did not beg they would die defiled. If they did beg they might die anyway. But, if the victors took mercy they would send the losers not to the Island?s luxurious slave pits but to some particularly dark aid?s infected whorehouse in some African hellhole to earn pennies a fuck until they died. Tara confirmed that being slaved on the Island wasn?t as humiliating as being forgotten to death by your enemies living a long and miserable life knowing every second of it that your enemy had put you there and forgotten you. Death was at the end of the road, but perhaps after being beaten and humiliated some one would cry for their life and someone would cruelly grant it. The Island knows how to make a point.

Again the rules were two on two in the mud while the third stood on the outside. Every five minutes the outside woman chose which of her teammates she would replace and enter the pit. The replaced would have a minute to exit the pit and stand on her designated corner or get the cattle prod, so that would allow a fraction of the minute for double teaming. The fight would continue until one complete set of survivors had tried to breath in the vile mud and died or begged and been granted abject slavery. It was the Island Way of keeping the lifestyle quiet. The winners would leave with a bounty of a half million dollars put up by the Membership Council, a small cost for keeping the Island hidden, plus freedom for their imprisoned members. The losers would not be found inside the belly of the sharks and other fish that surrounded the Island, a good feeding place if you?re a shark looking for dead meat, or in the dirt of a third world whore house with diseased cum draining from all of their holes.

Now I had a problem. I could go back alone and watch Linda slowly get destroyed by a bunch of old crones or I could go watch this perversity and have my cock serviced by the insatiable, anxious to impress, younger cousin. I struggled with the decision for a fraction of a second and decided that taking care of my younger cousin as I knew Uncle Jackson expected was required and I would just have to make the sacrifice and not watch all of Linda?s fight. Besides, there was a good chance she wouldn?t know I wasn?t there. Whether she won or lost she?d be in the hospital and I would have access to the video replay. I could catch up while she recuperated. What Linda didn?t know wouldn?t hurt me! Justification is a wondrous device. It can be used any time, any where and any which way you want. So I decided to take care of my younger cousin and if I got my cock polished, well it?s not like I had asked for it was it?

The women were very similar. The Varma clan was slightly darker, but all had dark eyes and long black hair. All were unshaven and clearly due a bonus for hair down there as well as the long hair on their heads. Only one breast bonus was given out, but every set was nice if not spectacular. The youngest daughters, both Tuffs, had very pert and seductively long and full nipples. The nipples were dark black in every case. To tell you the truth they could have been cousins rather than mortal enemies. I no longer find it strange what people chose to fight over. Even when there is no reason to fight we put on different colored jerseys and fill stadiums at no small cost to cheer on people we don?t know and will never know simply because they wear the same jerseys as us. Did God make us because he was disappointed with the chimps or were we just mistakes made at the end of a long week?

The announcer laid out the rules of the fights, the backgrounds of the families and the details of the women. They were all confirmed killers and each had killed someone in the other family. Usually the announcer doesn?t name the victims, but in this case he named each dead and attributed her or him to one of the women glaring at one another. I have to admit I have never felt such hatred radiating from such a distance. These women were hot for each others? blood and agony. There would be an end to that hatred one way or anther this day. One family would survive and the other would literally eat dirt and die. The Island is a special place where everything that put the ?in? in inhumanity is cherished.

The Hindu Varma clan was headed by a forty-two year old mother named Mahima. She had the largest breasts of any of them, perhaps 40DD, weighed 143 and stood 5?6??. Her hair hung to her mid back and she was solidly built and strong looking. She had an impressive unshaven black bush that covered her lower belly and clearly stuffed back between her ass cheeks. Mahima had killed two Kahn women. Her husband, two sons and a daughter had been killed by Kahn?s.

Mahima?s oldest daughter was Megha aged 24, very slender at 5?7?? and 123 pounds. She had given birth twice, both lost in a fire set by the Khan Family. She had killed one Kahn woman. Her husband was in jail for murder by ax on members of the Khan Family.

The younger daughter Anu was 17, 5?5?? and 117 pounds. She had one kill, a young Kahn male killed in their first coming to the Island fight win they were both thirteen. She was darker than any of the other woman but only slightly. Like her sister she had long hair, not as long as her mother, and she was unshaven, but again not as hairy as her mother.

The Pakistani Kahn clan was headed by a thirty nine year old mother named Saima. She stood 5?8?? weighed 145 and had long hair to match her enemy. If anything her hair was thicker and blacker and fuller in the crotch even if her skin was lighter. She had killed three Varma women including two of Mahima?s sisters. Her husband had died on the Island at the hands of one of Varma?s sons in revenge for his father?s death. The son had died later. She had four sons killed, some on and off the Island. She had lost two daughters and three sisters.

Sulma was her oldest daughter at 26, 5?7?? and 120 pounds. She had lost three children in the family war and one of them had been killed on the Island by Anu. She in turn had killed Anu?s sister. Her black hair was as long and as full as her mothers?.

The youngest daughter was Nazia at 18, 5?7?? and 114 pounds. She had killed one of Anu?s cousins. Her breasts were the smallest of the six sets but she had the longest nipples. Her long black hair hung down to her hard brown ass cheeks.

The fuck fight was set up in the center of a too large six sided arena pit, but perhaps the larger area would be needed for the second stage. There were two hard benches to either side of a circle. Anu was on her back with her wrists cuffed over her head on one bench with Sulma standing above her wearing a terrible studded ten inch long three inch fat at the base white dildo in a harness. Nazia was similarly cuffed to the other bench with Megha standing over her. The two matriarchs stood tit to tit glaring at each other in the small circle. Their black nipples touched and they could not avoid breathing in each other?s face. No fighting was allowed.

Tara tensed up with excitement. She was actually licking her lips and pinching her nipples. She lustily mumbled, ?I could take that dildo for an hour. I know I could!? At the sound of the bell the standing girls plunged their weapons into the cuffed girls without mercy. Tara screamed in delight as both younger girls screamed in pain. The studded dildos were fat and merciless, driven by the older daughters into their younger enemies. The mothers stood face to face breathing heavily hearing the sounds of the daughters? screams and grunts. Thin Anu was suffering more than Nazia. Sulma had driven the ten inches inward with one savage stroke while grabbing Anu?s black nipples with both hands. This was sexual torture, not foreplay. Nazia screamed louder and I saw that Megha had taken the girl?s extraordinary long black nipples, crushed them, twisted them and jerked them downward using them as a handle to steady her driving hips. Megha was pumping the white studded dildo in and out of the Pakistani girl?s cunt like a machine. Tara couldn?t contain herself. She was ramming her fingers into her cunt in time with Megha?s strokes. At her instruction I pinched her nipples as hard as I dared and she came like a train amusing the coupling audience around us with her cursing and shouting for pain.
Down below the white dildos showed blood. The young girls screamed and writhed as their nipples were mauled and their cunts were pumped. I doubted anyone would be left for the second stage of the fight. A warning bell rang. The mothers, still face to face and nipple to nipple, had buzzers in each hand. If they pushed the left they would take the down daughter?s position and if they pushed the right they would take the up position. I wondered if there would be any strategy involved in this macabre choice or would the simple suffering of a daughter be enough to move the mother to push the left button and accept a terrible punishment.

As the buttons were pushed attendants grabbed both the hard fucking standing women and pulled them off their bleeding victims. The young girls were covered in sweat and crying. Blood was in the inside of their thighs and their nipples were swollen and obviously leaking lymph from the damage underneath. The older girls were sweating and gasping. They had been pumping their hips and using their fingers non-stop. The computer screen displayed the choices. I was surprised. Mahima had taken Anu?s place as I expected any mother to do, but Saima had cleverly taken her standing daughter?s, Sulma, place. Now Saima would be fucking her enemy Mahima. Nazia whimpered, but nodded her head in agreement. Megha smiled and prepared to cunt bust the younger Pakistani. The attendants quickly made the necessary equipment and position changes. The blood stained white dildos would be used continuously.

Tara had joined the majority of the women rooting for Megha to bust Nazia. I don?t know if they feared to identify with Nazia or they were just cruel bitches. I still had some of my old feelings roiling inside me and felt guilty when my prick hardened without Tara?s attention. Tara saw it, smiled and immediately started sucking on it turning away from the fight she seemed to have so much invested in. Will I ever understand what is going on?

Saima was particularly cruel with the woman beneath her. She took terrible delight in working on the Indian?s 40DD?s. She didn?t just torture the nipples she tried to rip the bags from Mahima?s brown chest. And as she violently jerked on the breasts the bitch was ramming her hips forward driving the already bloody white dildo into the Indian, mixing Anu?s cunt blood with her mother?s. Mahima took it for two minutes without a sound and then she had to moan. Two minutes later and her screams mixed well with those coming from Nazia who was now bleeding like the ?Paki Pig? that Megha called her with each savage thrust.

I filled Tara?s mouth a second before the second round ended. Now it was the unhurt Sulma?s and the very hurt Anu?s choice as to suffer or punish. Would the Pakistani clan again sacrifice its youngest or would Sulma take a turn on the bottom. Sulma decided to replace her bloody cunt sister Nazia and take a turn on the bottom. Anu chose to replace her mother. Now Megha would get a chance to rape her direct rival Sulma and the brutal Saima would have a go at Anu. Mahima and the bleeding Nazia stood swollen nipple to swollen nipple in the middle.

What Saima did to Anu?s nipples was a text book study in nipple work. Three minutes in and Anu was being milked, but it was not milk coming out. Both her nipples were spraying blood and lymph as they were jerked almost beyond the limits of flesh with each hammering thrust of the Pakistani mother?s big hips. Anu wailed and moaned, driven mad with agony. On the other side the unhurt Sulma paid a price for her family. Megha might be covered in slick shining sweat, but the Indian girl was relentless. She hammered the bloody dildo in and out of Sulma until the light brown girl was screaming as loud as Anu. The cunt blood of the two sisters mixed and the white dildo was red as was the harness and the front of Megha?s mound and thighs.

The fourth round changeover surprised me as well. Mahima again took Anu?s place and left Megha standing. Nazia chose to stand and left Sulma down under Megha brutally smiling face. Now the youngest Pakistani girl was fucking the Indian mother. Anu and Saima stood bloody nipple to untouched nipple. Saima and Megha had yet to suffer.

When the fourth round came to an end Sulma?s screams were so terrible there was no choice but for Saima to take her daughter?s place on the bottom. Anu replaced her mother and prepared to suffer directly from Nazia her direct rival. Megha would now be the only unhurt woman in the fight. I couldn?t decide if that was a strategy or just some consequence of mother and daughter sacrificing for each other.

Megha was tired from fucking the Pakistani women, but she threw her hips into action just the same. She was cunting Saima like a fiend rabbit on crack. And Megha did not neglect to inflict nipple punishment on the older woman. It looked like the Indian girl was trying to dig out the dark black aureole from each swelling breast. Saima writhed in agony as she felt some of what she had done to Anu?s nipples and all of what she had been doing to cunts. Megha?s bloody dildo had now tasted cunt blood from three Pakistani women. Nazia did her best, but the girl was weakened from the agony in her own cunt. Or perhaps, Anu was so hurt that it was difficult to hurt her any worse. Anyway the savage brutality continued.

The Indians continued to switch off between Anu and Mahima leaving Megha to fuck the alternating Pakistani women. By the end of the tenth round each of the bloodied women had passed out more than once and they were all bloody legged. Nipples were cracked, swollen and bleeding freely. Some had been clawed partially away. Breasts were swollen and darkened. Five of the women were wrecked and Megha stood by merely breathing heavily covered in her own sweat and the nipple and cunt blood of the wrecked Pakistani?s. I couldn?t tell which clan?s strategy had paid off. Were Anu and Mahima that much more hurt than Saima, Sulma and Nazia? I checked the betting and it had shifted to give the Indian?s a slight advantage. Perhaps that was an answer, but bettors were often wrong.

I had no idea how they planned to shift us to a new arena. As it turned out they didn?t need to. The six sided ring with platforms surrounding the fuck fight area was to be the fighting area. The women were led across the padded surface and placed on their raised pedestals. The benches were left in place. Six funnels extended from the inner wall of the arena seating and the vile mud was pumped into the arena. The mud itself was dark and smelled worse than mud. As blood was already in the air I wondered why, but smell it did. However much blood had been mixed in to defile the religious sensibilities of the combatants I didn?t know, but to me it looked like thick wet mud and I had no desire to put my foot in it let alone to have my face pushed under it. The muck continued to fill the area up to the brim of the surrounding six sided boundary. The muck was at least a foot deep and more than enough to drown in.

The arena was big enough that it would take an effort to get from one side to another. It looked like the fight would be one-on-one in the main. Nazia and Anu stepped into the muck and started to approach each other slowly through the mud. Megha and Sulma were the other pair. There had been a minimal rest between the fuck fight and the mud pit. The two mothers stood on their pedestals waiting for the first five minute bell. Five of the women were still dripping blood down their thighs adding to the darkness of the mud or staining the white pedestals. The mud was firm and they only sank an inch or two as long as they kept moving. Even so, muck quickly spattered or covered their lower legs.

With four mad screams the two sets of sisters lunged forward toward each other in what could only be described as an insane frenzy. Screams of pig, whore, cunt, paki, kafir and suli reverberated as the women tried to use their long black hair to throw one another into the muck. First one and then the other would be jerked at an odd angle and pulled in a stumbling, mud throwing circle. To my surprise it was Megha that first went to one knee in the muck stumbling in the mud as Sulma tried to throw her to her ass. Sulma jerked up on the hair and started to drive her right knee up into Megha?s chin, but the down Indian was faster and she had a bloody target it mind, Sulma?s hard fucked cunt. The Indian drove four stiff fingers into the hairy maul of Sulma?s abused sex.

The audience roared and drowned out the sound, but an immediate reply with directional mike caught a wet swish and thud as the four fingers went into the Pakistani followed by Sulma?s agonized scream. She rose up to her toes unseen under the muck and howled. Her hands left the kneeling Indian?s hair and grabbed for the offending wrist. Megha screamed pig and jammed her hand in deeper going up to the knuckles and then obviously jamming her dirty nails into the raw sex meat inside. Sulma cried and tried to climb off the hand, but Megha wrapped her left hand around the Pakistani?s firm ass and hugged the girl to her. Sulma started pounding on Megha?s head, ripping at her hair, but the Indian replied by sinking her teeth into Sulma?s trembling belly just above the mound. Sulma howled and fell backwards into the mud. Megha was now lying on top of the Pakistani?s writhing thighs still biting her belly and four-finger fucking her cunt.

I heard Mahima scream a warning and looked up. Nazia had left Anu on her back in the mud and was trying to run to her sister?s aid. The mud made every step a challenge. Anu?s nose was bloody and it looked like muddy claws had been in her eyes. Anu sat up and reached blindly for her enemy, but Nazia was climbing on the benches in the middle of the pit. She kicked off the layers of muck sticking to her legs, took aim and leapt toward where Megha was eating Sulma?s belly and busting her cunt.

It was a good leapt. She missed coming down foot first in the middle of Megha?s back. She landed with a double splat inches away and then knee dropped into the Indian?s back driving her down between Sulma?s legs into the much, only her head was above the muck since it was still leaving bloody teeth marks in the Pakistani?s once fine light brown belly. Nazia grabbed the top of Megha?s hair and jerked backwards. Megha growled rather than screamed when her head was jerked up. Sulma screamed as a mouthful of her belly was pulled outward between Megha?s clinched teeth. Sulma scratched at Megha?s exposed face and finally the Indian released the bite leaving a series of deep gashes in Sulma?s flesh just above her hairy mound. Sulma fell back in the mud in relief.

Nazia jerked at Megha?s hair sitting on the Indian?s back and yelled for her sister to move out of the way. Sulma wiggled backwards on her elbows in the mud her ass now well sunk into the muck and her hips having to plow the muck. As soon as the bloody cunt was out of the way Nazia forced Megha?s face down into the mud. She leaned forward on her knees still sitting on the Indian?s back and used her weight to drive Megha?s head into the mud up to the ears. Megha?s heels kicked usually as her legs were already half under the mud. Her hands reached back and clawed Nazia?s wrists but the Pakistani girl wasn?t going to let the Hindu breath anything but mud.

Anu was up and stumbling. She had wiped the mud out one eye and was rushing, if that was possibly in the clinging muck, to her sister?s rescue. She arrived as Megha?s head disappeared into the mud and her fingers were the only thing still really moving. Anu?s muck covered knee went into the side of Nazia?s head a fraction of a second after Anu had two muddy handfuls of long black hair. The first jarring blow was enough to cause Nazia to release Megha?s head and twist to the side defensively. The second knee went into the Pakistani?s chin crashing her teeth together and making her go limp on Megha?s back. Anu dragged Nazia off her sister and dropped her into the muck. Nazia?s teeth had shattered and she had bitten through most of her own lower lip! The bloody mouthed girl wasn?t moving. Megha started to press up. Anu grabbed her under the arms and pulled her sister from the muck. Megha was coated with the slime. She coughed and spit out mud while clawing at her own nostrils. She had been close to choking to death in the muck!

Sulma pressed up to her hands and feet leaning over the mud at an awkward angle. The thick stuff really slowed the women down. Anu pressed up and started for Sulma. The Pakistani girl managed to stand in time for Anu?s right fist to smash into her nose. Sulma almost fell backwards. She raised her hands and ducked her head. Anu sank her right fist into Sulma?s belly sending a splattering of mud and blood. The Pakistani moaned and doubled over. Anu grabbed her hair and jerked downward dragging the older girl down. Sulma fell knees first into the muck and put her hands out to brace her self and keep her face from being buried. Anu leaned forward putting all her weight on her hands trying to force the Pakistani?s face into the mud. Sulma?s muddy tangled hair was pulled to the snapping point. Snap it did. Anu fell down on top of the kneeling Pakistani woman with two fistfuls of long, tangled, muddy hair in her hands. Her tits hit the back of Sulma?s head and the impact actually drove the Pakistani face first into the mud. Anu found herself lying on top her enemy in the mud unable to take advantage because her hands were buried deep and her feet had slipped out from under her. It would have been comical if the stakes were not so high.

Sulma helped by pressing herself up and lifting Anu a little. Anu reached under Sulma?s armpits and grabbed the dangling muddy breasts in her hands. She clamped down on the slippery flesh and Sulma moaned and continued to struggle to get out of the mud and get the younger Indian of her muddy back. Megha had climbed up on one of the benches and spit out a mouthful of bile and mud. She was still coughing and sputtering. Nazia was still lying on the side knocked out!

The bell rang. The mothers? choices were displayed. Mahima had chosen to replace Anu! Saima had chosen to replace the unconscious Nazia. Because of the position of the pedestals Mahima had a head start of maybe a dozen steps, which was not inconsiderable given the difficult footing. Similarly Anu and Nazia had a minute to get out of the mud or take a cattle prod by the hip boot wearing other wise nude attendants who now took position on Anu?s and Nazia?s pedestals.

Mahima screamed for Megha to stand up and fight Saima. Megha pressed up and looked around like she was surprised to be alive, and without Anu she wouldn?t have been. Saima was trying to charge through the mud, but after four steps she was laboring to keep up a walking pace. Mahima made it to Nazia who had yet to move. The Indian raised her dirty foot and stomped on the downed girl?s bloody mud-stained face! Then with her foot on the girl?s face she stood up pulling her other foot out the muck and pushing Nazia under. Saima screamed and tried to race to her daughter. Megha climbed up on the benches and waited.

Meanwhile, Anu was still mauling on Sulma?s tits and trying to keep the Pakistani down in the muck. Sulma had taken a three point stance, her left hand buried in the mud for balance. Her muddy right hand was between Anu?s legs. Anu cried out as she was penetrated by the muddy fingers and literally crawled across Sulma?s back to get away. She stood up and saw her mother standing on Nazia?s face. Her mother motioned for her to get out of the mud and Anu staggered away toward her pedestal. The countdown showed she had less than thirty seconds to get clear of the muck. The booted attendant followed her like a vulture. Cattle prod attendants were usually Members who paid for the privilege of hurting helpless women. They always applied the prod to the more sensitive parts and had no mercy in their black hearts.

Saima reached the midpoint of the mud field and started around the benches where muddy Megha was standing guard. Megha leapt and tackled the heavier woman. They hit the mud hard with the Indian on top and now only Mahima could be readily recognized. Anu almost made it. The attendant was a step behind her and as Anu grabbed the pedestal in her hands and rested for a moment before pulling herself out the attendant drove the electrical point into the cleft of Anu?s ass. Anu screamed and leapt out of the mud arena and fell on the floor. The crowd roared its approval and started a verbal countdown. She had ten seconds to get on the pedestal or take another prod.

Back in the mud the attendant closing on Nazia warned Mahima. The Indian mother walked off the downed girl?s face and slogged toward where Sulma was pushing up to her feet. The attendant stood over Nazia. The Pakistani girl?s feet were spread and her cunt was exposed as her ass was only half into the mud. The girl?s head was deep in the mud and only a foot print left by Mahima showed Nazia?s face. The attendant jammed the prod into Nazia?s muddy cunt and gave her a shock. I thought the youngest Pakistani might already be dead. I was wrong. As soon as the charge hit her clit the girl screamed and started writhing in the mud. She almost managed to sit up by the end of the count. The next charge was to her right nipple. She howled and crawled backwards through the muck. The attendant slogged after her recharging prod in her hand and a wicked anticipation on her face. The bitch would clearly shock Nazia until her nipples and clit had been burnt off. I watched the drama of Nazia?s retreat. She took five more shocks before reaching her pedestal. She didn?t stand, but hunkered down on the pedestal holding her smoking nipples which had taken all but the first electrical burn.

I turned back to the fight. Mahima was on top of Sulma clawing and punching as the Pakistani clawed and punched back. Sulma was half way under the mud. The Indian mother wasn?t having a free ride but she was riding all the same. Nearby, Megha was straddling Saima?s waist trying to push Saima?s face the rest of the way in the mud. Saima was on her right side and at a distinct disadvantage. The Indians were clearly winning this round of the battle and I had my doubts about Nazia being worth anything if they made it to the end of the round.

Then Megha?s hands slipped off Saima?s half buried face. The Indian fell forward and caught herself. She was on all fours sitting astride the enemy matriarch. Saima reached up and actually shoved her left hand into Megha?s gaping mouth. Megha bit down, but Saima pulled using the Indian?s jaw as a bridle. Megha rocked forward above Saima still trying to bite off the muddy fingers inside her mouth. Saima?s right hand grabbed a dangling muddy breast and pulled it into her mouth. Megha?s nipples had taken no punishment during the brutal fuck fight. Now the left one was savagely bitten by the Pakistani mother. Megha screamed and grabbed for Saima?s face. Saima rolled and now Megha was on her side with the Pakistani still chewing away at her nipple.
Writhing in the mud as her nipple was bitten off Megha screamed and finally got her thumbs into the eyes of her enemy. Saima had to release her bite and turn away as her eyes were in danger of being gouged out.

Mahima was choking Sulma with her left hand and punching the Pakistani?s face with a muddy right hand. Sulma was clawing at Mahima?s tits and trying to dislodge the heavier Indian by using her swollen nipples. Mihima suffered. Her breasts were already massively swollen, but the muck on them helped ease some of the new damage. Sulma?s claws and pinches slid as often as fastened onto flesh. And while Sulma clawed, Mahima?s right fist was smacking down again and again hitting Sulma?s face, splattering mud and then splattering blood. I looked at a close-up from a perfectly placed overhead camera and it looked like Sulma?s left eyebrow, left eyelid, left cheek, nose and mouth were split open and Mahima?s muddy fist continued to pound away.

Saima managed to writhe on top of Megha. She couldn?t mount the Indian because Megha locked her muddy ankles together behind Saima?s back. The two bitches clawed and punched at each other from a close range. Fingers found eyes. Both were screaming and twisting their heads to escape the other?s weapons. Saima tried to get her teeth back into Megha?s bloody tit, but she was too high

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on Megha?s muddy body and the Indian was not going to let go of the muddy tangle of hair she had fastened onto with her left fist.

The bell rang for a change over. The attendants started forward. Nazia staggered forward to replace her sister. Anu came in to replace her Megha. Because of the positioning both girls had approximately the same distance to go. Anu arrived first with twenty seconds to spare. Saima was still on top of Megha. Anu reached around Saima?s head from behind and dug her fingers into the Pakistani?s eyes just as she twisted away from Megha?s fingers. Saima was shocked and tried to rise up, but Megha still had her hair. The attendant stood over Megha ready to shock her if she didn?t remove herself. At the same time she warned Saima and Anu to get off the girl so she could move. Neither woman was listening.

Anu tried to gouge out Saima?s eyes and the Pakistani fought to keep her from doing it. Anu was soon lying on Saima?s muddy back still trying to claw through Saima?s hands. Anu took her another prod shot between her ass cheeks. She screamed and flew over the top of Saima to land face first in the muck. Saima was in a similar position kneeling over Megha. She got the prod in an underhand stroke that probably sent the surge straight into her cunt. Saima screamed and rolled off to the side. Now it was Megha?s turn. She took the first charge on the clit and her whole body writhed in the mud. She was moving almost immediately, rolling over in the mud onto her hands and knees, pushing up and slogging toward her pedestal. The attendant followed her getting her on a nipple and then in the small of the back. Megha made the pedestal still in reasonably good shape accept for the stream of bloody from her half missing nipple.

Mahima did not have a similar experience. She stood up almost immediately and kicked Sulma in the face. Sulma clawed at Mahima?s calf as the heavier Indian again pushed a Pakistani girl?s face under the mud using the sole of her foot. Nazia cursed the Indian and rushed forward as fast as her muddy legs could carry her. Mahima stepped off Sulma and lunged into Nazia?s lunge. They collided and Nazia went down with Mahima half on top of her. Nazia was already badly hurt and now on the bottom again with a heavier woman on top. The mud amplified the Indian?s advantage and it looked like Nazia?s rescue would have a pleasant result.

Sulma struggled to get out of the mud. A prod to the cunt got her moving, but she mistaking backed into one of the benches and fell over it landing on her ass in the mud with her feet up in the air. She didn?t move fast enough and the attendant expertly shoved the head of the prod between the Pakistani?s muck coated legs and speared her cunt again. Sulma screamed as she was cooked and rolled off the bench. She stood up lunged and fell over the parallel bench leaving her ass up in the air. Confused as to what was happening she didn?t move fast enough and this time the prod went into her asshole at a perfect angle. The charge shot into her. The scream was so loud it distracted Mahima as she pounded away at Nazia?s already bloody face. Sulma started crawling through the mud. The attendant hovered above her and every ten seconds took a great deal of pleasure smoking the poor bitch?s ass or cunt. She took seven shocks before finding a whimpering refuge on her pedestal.

Anu pushed up out of the muck and saw that the heavier Pakistani mother had already started crawling toward where her younger daughter was being plummeted. Anu lunged forward through the mud and landed on Saima?s ass as she crawled. The younger Indian grabbed the woman?s hips and tried to force her into the muck. Saima straightened up and threw elbows back into Anu?s tits. The Indian girl moaned and replied by punching the Pakistani in the kidneys. When that didn?t work she reached around the woman?s waist and grabbed her muddy bush and jerked. Saima howled and grabbed the hand trying to free herself.

Mahima was punching the limp Pakistani girl in her already ruined face. The mud around them showed spatters of rich red blood flying from Nazia?s broken nose and ruined mouth. Mahima heard the fight behind her and turned to see Saima struggling with Anu still on her back. Mahima crawled over Nazia jerked the limp girl?s head up by the muddy hair into a sitting position. Mahima grabbed Nazia?s bloody chin and opened her mouth from behind. Then while staring directly into Saima?s hate-filled eyes, the Indian mother scooped up a handful of mud and filled Nazia?s open mouth. Nazia didn?t react at first. Mahima clamped her left arm under the Pakistani?s chin resting her muddy hand on the twisted mud mountain of Nazia?s hair in the beginning of what looked like a choke sleeper. Then using her right hand the Indian mother clamped her hand over Nazia?s mud filled mouth and nose. Mahima?s muddy face broke into a caricature of a smile as she smothered her enemy?s child right in front of her.

Saima screamed and lunged forward dragging Anu forward three or four knee strides. The young Indian clamped on a choke and dragged her feet slowing the desperate mother down. Anu reached around and clawed across the Pakistani mother?s face. Saima howled and reached for the hand, pulling it to her mouth. She bit into Anu?s fingers. The young girl screamed, but jerked backwards and pulled the Pakistani down on top of herself in the mud, doubling Saima?s knees underneath her ass. Saima writhed and with a backwards head butt to Anu?s nose freed herself for a moment. She climbed back to her knees and lurched forward.

Nazia?s muddy feet were splayed and her body was limp. Mahima screamed about how she had killed the sow?s piglet. Saima reached her daughter?s feet and grabbed the girl?s ankles and jerked. Mahima let Nazia fall. The girl fell into the mud as her mother tried to drag her to safety. Bloody snot had bubbled out of each nostril, but her mud filled mouth was still packed. The girl was not moving. Saima screamed and tried to drag her daughter out of the mud. Anu was standing behind the sobbing Pakistani. She grabbed the woman?s muddy hair and jerked her head backwards. A knee to the back of the head caused the mother to drop her dead daughter back into the muck. Mahima crawled over the dead girl. Anu was slamming knee after knee into Saima?s skull. Saima was rocking back and forth. She reached up over her head and grabbed for Anu?s bloody mud covered nipples. Anu cried out and stopped kneeing. Still holding Saima?s hair she dropped down and back, bending the Pakistani backwards again.

Mahima crawled across Nazia?s body and was presented with her enemies muddy blood stained cunt. Saima?s feet were doubled under her ass and her head was now lower than her belly. She was struggling to claw her way free from Anu. Mahima jammed her right hand into the Pakistani?s hated cunt and slammed her left fist down into the woman?s soft belly. Saima grunted and then wailed. Mahima rose up above Saima?s belly working her right hand inside her mortal enemy?s cunt while driving punches straight down into the belly just above the pubic bone. The beating continued until Saima was helpless.

Mahima systematically started trying to rip off Saima?s muddy cunt lips while Anu shoveled handfuls of mud into the woman?s open mouth. Saima struggled weakly as her nose was covered, a little more when Mahima managed to tear away something from the helpless woman?s muddy cunt. Then the Pakistani mother?s struggles subsided. There was still time so Mahima squatted over the dead woman?s mud covered face and washed away some of the much by pissing on her.

The changeover came. Megha came in to replace Anu. Sulma stood on her pedestal and sobbed. She started into the mud as Megha and Mahima closed slowly toward her. Then she dropped to her knees and hung her head and started begging for mercy. Mahima kept going until her daughter grabbed her arm and reasoned with her.

The audience practically leaned forward stopping the fucking and masturbation. Would we see more torture and another muddy death or would Sulma be sent away to die as a diseased fuck slave in some forgotten hell hole. The girl?s courage had left her. I think I would have fought to the death, but who can say what you will do when you?re hurt, exhausted and seen your mother and sister brutally killed feet away. Sulma shook with sobs and abased herself. Mahima slowly nodded and smiled at the thought of her rival?s last genetic trace dying slowly while being fucked for pennies a day.

I can?t say for sure who was crueler that day, Mahima or Megha, but in the end Sulma was taken away to be healed and cleaned up before disappearing forever. In England the jailed Varma?s would soon be freed and their family would have a chance to grown and thrive with only the memory of their enemies as a restraint. The Kahn Clan would simply stop. Thousands of years of lineal descent brought to an end on the Island.

I gave the passing of the Kahn?s a brief moment of respect and dragged Tara back to where Linda was still fighting. Thankfully, Linda?s body was not on the piles. In fact we arrived just in time to see the last of the old crones back off fighting Linda. The young had won the battle. Linda was a bloody mess and our stay on the Island would be extended an extra two weeks while she, Mom and Uncle Jack, who had been beaten senseless in his fight, were healed.

Employees aren?t allowed to attend or view events unless they are working. That left Cousin Tara, Sister Janet, Cousin Doug, Aunt Janet and me with nothing to do. We agreed fighting was probably not the way to go since we were already going to be stuck here because of injuries. We decided to rake up a few more points working in the fuck pits so we could sneak a peak at a few of the infamous Month of Reckoning Fights. Of course our seats would be at terminals in the sex stalls since non-fighters weren?t allowed at the events.

While life in the sex stalls wasn?t exactly what you?d do for free, when you?ve been on the Island, been beaten close to death, taken it in the ass and lived you lose your old inhibitions. I sat down with a computer and Uncle Jackson?s family point count and figured that Mom, Janet and me would take home tax free some $140,000 and change for our first stay on the Island. Nobody had died. We had won more than we had lost and I had fucked myself silly. I had a feeling we?d be back next year or maybe even for Christmas vacation. Meanwhile it was reasonably certain that the sex stalls would be empty during big events and we lowly fuck slaves would have a voyeur?s view of the upcoming brutality.

The End of Another Island Story?comments to [email protected]

[Ted Mark]

Praise be to Allah, to Kali, and to Ereskigal the wild Lioness of the Mountain!

Heh, heh. You had to show the youngsters how it was done, eh, Mr Cage?

But I warn you. We will NEVER get enough of your writing.

Your
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[MikeJV]

Yes, he did it again! Awesome as always cage. I've been reading Cage's work for about 10-15 years and I still get the same thrill today as I did when I first read 1 of his stories.

MikeJV

[xeloma]

Good, but to be honest I had hoped for some males to be involved in the fighting as well.
Hopefully it will come.

[Shreya]

Wow...what a story...so electrifying ....make more of such type