The Story of Renee - Chapter 9 by Mr. Cage

**cage** · April 25th, 2004, 06:49 PM

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.

THE STORY OF RENEE by Mr. Cage as related by Renee

Chapter Nine ? Truth and Consequences

I will give the club their due. I got paid five thousand for the appearance and all my hospital bills were covered. I went back to my rental apartment and licked my wounds. At first I decided to review my life. Recently it had been lonely, brutal and nasty. No one, or almost no one, gave a shit about you when you lost or got hurt. No one cared what you thought, what you hoped, or what you dreamed about. It was a self-centered live for the moment life and it was not empathetic or sympathetic. After a month of feeling sorry for myself I went to being mad at myself. After all, I had been a normal young girl starting out in life when I followed my newly discovered lust into this sick, brutal world. I really had no one to blame but myself. So I blamed myself for a couple of months.

Then there came a morning when the pain was less, the stitches were removed, my balance was back and I didn?t think that walking across the floor was an endurance trial. I weighed myself and found I had lost twenty pounds. I examined my wounded body. I was skinny, my hard won muscles were gone, but so was any fat I had. My skin was pale and still discolored in places. I started to eat and exercise. Each day got a little better. I could see the rebuilding project taking place in my bathroom mirror. I got outside the house, ran and walked. My finances were not yet desperate so I had time to work on getting my life in order.

I decided to look for a real job. I found that the booming economy I had walked away from was no longer booming. However, I found a job and actually began living a real life. I told myself that all was well, but I have to admit it was like walking through someone else?s dream. I felt disconnected from everyone around me. Everything that they thought was so important and exciting I found colorless and boring. I found my thoughts drifting off during conversations as my eyes measured the bodies of the women around me. I found myself having aggressive feelings. Dating men or women didn?t help. Even fucking them in twos and threes didn?t do it for me. No matter how good it felt, it wasn?t real to me. My walk on the wild side had altered something inside me.

I finally got a notice through the club that I had two months to resign or accept a formal challenge from Linda to a Dog Collar Slave Fight, loser sold for at least one hundred thousand or more to the highest bidder. The notice was in the form of a man in a business suit carrying a briefcase full of electronic equipment that he said insured our privacy. I told him that I would resign. He said very well, but insisted that I wait the two months. He said that there would be a preliminary bid on the fight and he would return in a week with further details. I told him to fuck off. He handed me a six thousand dollars and said that was my monthly disability pay for six months and I had another thousand coming in a week so it was best that I think things over for a week before quitting. I thanked him and said my answer wouldn?t change in a week, but I would wait and take his money just the same.

I continued to work out, more furiously than ever before. My weight was back up to 140 and I had regained my arm and leg strength. I had been shadow boxing and kicking. I had been going back to a kick boxing gym, but just to exercise I told myself. I sparred in full chest pads and headgear, nothing violent. I told myself all that was behind me and it was just good cardiovascular training. There was no way I was ever fighting again. I got stronger and stronger over the next two months. I also got more bored with the dull, grey, safe life I was living. I watched the tapes more and more, especially the dog collar match that had been the finale on the card that had resulted in our disastrous defeat.

I decided to call Linda. Her number had been changed. The bitch was totally cutting me out of life like I no longer existed. Fine, I didn?t need her, but I wasn?t just going to run away because she said so. I wasn?t scared of that cunt! If she wanted a fight she?d get a fight!

When the man returned I waited for him to explain the terms. He said the high preliminary bid was from the Turkomen Club in Istanbul. They had a demand for white American women to fight in their matches, especially against third world women. He said that there were many men who liked to conduct their ethnic and religious arguments by proxy betting on young women of their choice to defeat their enemy?s choices. At his bid of one hundred twenty thousand dollar price the loser would have to fight twelve times and service as many as five customers four days a week to win her freedom. If she proved to be popular with servicing the customers, the number fights required might be reduced.

I asked what kind of fights. The man shrugged his shoulders and said that I should expect them to be severe and that they might be death fights. I said that was crazy. He nodded his agreement. Then he mentioned that the winner of the dog collar might decide not to enforce the slave document and instead turn down the money and just have the loser removed from the club for life. I confirmed that I could win the fight and simply banish Linda. He nodded and said the banishment, dismemberment or death would be the same with respect to the sale. No money and no more fights for the loser. Slavery only occurred when the winner delivered a serviceable slave and took the buyers money. I could tell he was giving me a way to justify saying yes.

I could give Linda the ass kicking she had been asking for and then just send her away as a broken woman. I wouldn?t have to take the money and condemn her to death in a Turkish fight ring. I couldn?t believe Linda wouldn?t do the same thing for me. I needed to talk to her. I told the man I wanted to speak directly with Linda. He said he had a recording for me.

He played it and Linda?s voice said, ?I hope you beg off you useless cunt. You almost cost me my breasts. You caused me to be humiliated. It will take me a year to get my reputation back in the club. I don?t want to see or hear from you again. If I do I?ll kick your ass and ruin you forever. So resign from the club and go back to your stupid pathetic loser life.?

The man waited. I knew he expected me to lose my temper. He was really working to get me into this fight. I told him to let me think about things overnight. He said he needed an answer right now. I said he wasn?t going to get one until the morning. I wasn?t surprised when he gave in right away. As calm, cool and collected as he was he wanted to see this fight. That night I struggled with myself. I decided to resign. I called in sick the next morning and waited for the man in the suit.

He showed up with two suitcases, one with the electronic and the other with papers. He explained that Linda had put up her entire net worth of over two hundred thousand against mine and she had signed power of attorney?s to transfer her belongings to me if I won the fight. All that was required was that I do the same. I thought quickly and figured my entire net worth was still well south of a hundred thousand and said so. He smiled and said that I was getting good odds on my bet. He said this type of transfer was common in grudge matches. Linda was so cock sure she was going win that she was throwing this in as an insult.

I knew she might still be better than me with her fists, but I was taller, faster, stronger and probably in better shape. I wasn?t the one that had lost the fight with Mary and Tammy. I had done my part as a teammate. She had been slow and self centered during the entire fight. If anybody had caused us to lose it was her! I was fucking furious. I grabbed the papers and signed. He nodded and said the fight would be scheduled sometime within the month as the final event on a card that would be in California.

I quit my job and joined a jiu-jitsu gym and started taking triple daily lessons. I paid through the nose, but who cared if I had any money if I lost. I wasn?t trying to become a martial artist but I needed to work on my ground skills. I also wanted the feel of body against body struggle without the biting and clawing, so I could concentrate on attack and defense rather than inflicting pure pain or escaping from it. I learned a lot of tricks that would hopefully be of use if Linda and I tangled on the ground. I also watched the tape of the other dog collar match. The winner had forced the loser to follower her around the ring by wrapping the chain around her arms and neck after busting open her face. The chain was short enough that you couldn?t get to all four bells without some level of enforced cooperation of the loser.

Mr. Cage contacted me after I accepted. He said he was surprised and suggested I could still withdraw. I said no. I had made my decision. I felt alive again for the first time since our crushing defeat. I wanted to put it all on the line one more time. He said I was certainly doing that and if I insisted on fighting I should be prepared to be heartless. I assured him that I could be. He offered to escort me to the match. I accepted.

So that?s how I came to be sitting alone in a small room in an otherwise empty office building in a suburb of LA. This was a special card and we were appended onto it at the end. The first three fights were family versus family fights. I couldn?t believe such a thing existed. The next two matches were mixed no rules matches between female martial artists and males paying them for an all out fight. After that there were two male fights. After that there were three couple fights. Finally there was a male versus male death fight. And then we were on. I was told that our addition doubled the interest as it attracted an audience that would normally have skipped the other fights.

I had a loose, black, two inch wide leather collar attached to my throat. It loose enough that it could spin around my neck. A metal fastener was woven into the leather. I was led out wearing heels and a white robe. I saw Linda for the first time since our fight wearing the same outfit complete with the black leather collar. She looked the same at first, but then when she removed her robe and heels I could see that her right breast was lower than it used to be. Faint scars were apparent on the side of the tit as well as on its underside. She must have had an extensive operation to save the breast. Part of me wanted to apologize and the other part knew I needed to focus on the right breast early and often.

The announcer said, ?In this corner is Linda. Linda is a 29 year old brunette. She stands 5?5??, weighs 140 pounds and has a figure of 42DD-25-35 and they are still real. She last fought as her opponent?s partner. Adding to that is the fact they are ex-lovers.?

There was appreciative applause for Linda. She had gotten stronger and thicker. Her face showed some damage from previous fights as did mine. The surgeons had fixed our noses, but when your nose gets broken and then repeatedly punched it is not going to look the same.

The announcer said, ?In this corner is Renee. Renee is a 23 year old blonde. She stands 5?9??, weighs 146 pounds and has a figure of 36A 24 36. Adding to the grudge is the fact that these ladies are ex-lovers and joined the club on a team membership. After one nasty lost they broke up and tonight will engage in a dog collar slave match. Both have signed over their worldly possessions to our attorneys guaranteeing whoever loses will be penniless and whoever wins will be rewarded with not only her enemy?s possessions but the purchase price of her enemy?s body which as usual will not be disclosed here.?

The crowd roared its approval. I couldn?t see through the lights but I could smell their excitement. The night?s battles had been bloody and the cage and mat showed it. I looked around and saw that about six feet above the mat in each corner they had attached a bell with a two inch strap to pull to ring it. A countdown clock was outside of the cage fastened to the chain link fence at about six feet six inches in all four corners. We had two minutes to ring all four bells once the first bell was rung or start the process over.

Linda muttered, ?I can?t believe you said yes, you stupid cunt!?

I snarled, ?What?s your malfunction bitch? Do you think you?re the only one who got their ass kicked? If you hadn?t had your head up your ass we might of won.?

?I?m going to fuck you up, piss on you and send you far away. From the moment I saw you I knew you were a slit slave, a cunt brained bitch. I took you along for the ride, but now I?m going to put you on the curb with the rest of the trash.?

The announcer kept on talking, but I didn?t hear anything until he rang the bell. The ring attendant hooked the twelve foot long chain to both our necks, checked that the collars were loose, but still tight enough that they wouldn?t come off. He left and the bell rang.

At the ring of the bell Linda grabbed the chain and started reeling it in. I did the same and we were in a tug of war. She was cursing and struggling, but my arm strength was winning. I had planned this move from the very beginning. As we got closer she tried to wrap a portion of her captured chain around her right fist. I knew she would do this. As soon as I saw her eyes glance down, I stopped pulling, let the chain go and rushed forward. She staggered backwards off balance. As she was just getting her footing, my right foot slammed straight up from my hip and crushed her left boob flat. She moaned and staggered backwards.

I lunged forward and pounded her face with a left and a right, before grabbing for the chain leading from her wrapped right fist. I grabbed it and had her fist on a leash! Linda drove her left fist straight into my belly, but my hard stomach held. I hammered her in the left eye with my right fist and then drove a knee up into her shaved cunt. My knee got her perfectly on the point of her pubic bone and she cried out falling back against the cage. I drove my right fist straight into her nose. She shifted and took it on the right cheek. I drove my knee up to spear her in the belly, but her left fist hammered me under my chin and snapped my head back.

I fell onto her stunned for a second. She still hit like a baseball bat! Once are bodies touched we began to claw and wrestle for a lead. She bit my shoulder, but I head butted her over the right eye and hurt her. I felt her right fist unwrapping itself from the captured chain. I leaned against her again and sank my teeth into her shoulder in retaliation for the earlier bite. She wailed and grabbed the back of my hair with both hands to pull me off. I struggled against the hair pull and quickly wrapped my left fist with the chain. With my head bent back and she trying to bite into my exposed neck I introduced her mouth to my left fist and the three strands of chain links wrapped around it. Linda groaned and turned away still holding my hair.

I hammered my left fist deep into her right tit trying to bust it with the chains. Her gasp told me her tit still had all its original nerve tissue. I tried to grind the chains into the tit, but she dropped her hands and grabbed me in a bear hug. My right hand was free to punch her in the left side, but she held on desperately leaning back into the fence. We bumped and pushed with our heads trying to get our teeth into one another?s flesh. I tried to drive my right knee into her again, but she blocked it and twisted. I suddenly was against the fence side by side with the bitch that had been my first female love. My left fist and chain were now against the fence and she could afford to release the bear hug. I held onto the chain though.

Linda?s left fist started hammering my ribs and kidneys. I punched back harder with my right fist causing her to groan. I wondered how the cunt liked fisting with me now! She shifted and started digging her left into the lower right side of my stomach. Four or five shots there had me in pain so I shifted a little to the side and took the punches on my hip. I reached behind her with my right hand, sank my nails into her left shoulder and then ripped down the length of her back. Having my nails in her flesh thrilled me. I could feel the tissue seemingly curl up under my nail. She screamed in agony as I opened up five long scratches in her flesh. She hooked her left arm around my right and we were again pushing and shoving each other leaning against the fence.

The bitch got her right knee into my crotch once, but my height was such that it wasn?t as nearly effective as my response. Her eyes caught mine for a second and I saw she was shocked that I was standing up to her. I guess the cunt thought I would roll over and let her piss on me without a fight! That made me even angrier. I rolled in the direction she was pushing. She followed thinking of pinning me against the fence, but instead I set back against the fence and brought my left hand down between us. As she stepped to her left to get position, my left hand cupped between her legs. She shuddered and snapped her legs closed, but it was too late. I pushed my index finger and middle finger between her tit little cunt lips and curled them inside her, driving the nails into the front wall of her vagina behind the pubic bone shield. She whimpered. I tried to gouge her clit with my thumbnail, but all I did was crush and scratch the sheath. In any case she sucked in air and pushed off fleeing from my hand.

I came off the fence and hammered her with my left hand to the right eye. Her head snapped in the opposite direction. My right was headed for her left tit, but I forgot how good she was with her fists. Even with being stunned by my left, her right hit me full in the mouth. I stepped back and got hit in the right eye by her left. I blocked the right and hit her in the nose with my right. She fired back and blasted my jaw with her left. I missed with my left and got nailed under the left eye with her left. She hammered me in the mouth with her right and I found myself staggering backwards dodging four more hard punches.

I knew my mouth was bloody. I looked and saw hers had been bleeding ever since I had got her with the chain. The blood had covered her chin and dribbled onto both tits. The sight of it steadied me. As her left came toward me, I blocked it and snapped a front kick into her lower belly. She gasped and bent over. I slammed both fists down on the back of her neck and drove her to her knees. I grabbed her head and rammed my right knee into her trapped face. The blow knocked her head back and I was left with two handfuls of hair in my hand. She hit the mat bleeding from the nose as well as the mouth.

I lifted my right foot to stomp her cunt, but she stunned me with scissor kick to my ankle. I hit the mat hard my ankle in agony. For a second I was afraid it was broken. I rolled out of range and was reminded of the chain when it jerked back on my neck. I grabbed the chain and jerked it as I set up on my ass. Luckily she hadn?t been jerking the chain only sitting on it. When I jerked it she was pulled off balance for a second and couldn?t take immediate advantage of my ankle. I rolled over and stood up hopping on the other foot until I determined that the ankle was numb not broken or sprained.

Linda stood up and gathered up four feet of the chain, wrapping it around her right fist again. I jerked on the chain and drew her toward me. As long as I pulled on the chain she wasn?t going to be able to use it as an effective weapon unless she rushed forward. I planned on her lunging forward. She complied. She rushed me at the last moment and fired her right fist in a wide hook. I dodged to the side and raced around her dragging the chain. Suddenly she was off balance with me behind her. Linda tried to drop to her knees, but I already had the chain wrapped across her face, biting into her mouth like a bit in a horse?s mouth. My left arm was around her neck and my right hand was pulling back on the chain. I arched my back and with my height advantage bent Linda slightly backwards to where she could barely keep her balance.

Linda moaned and gurgled as the hard chain stretched the sides of her mouth and grated over her teeth. I jerked on the chain with my right hand just to make sure she felt it. She whimpered and kicked her feet trying to overbalance us. It almost worked, but I held on both choking and torturing her now. I couldn?t see her mouth, but I image being massaged by the chain was not doing her any good. I started to taunt her, but felt something touch my belly. Suddenly my pussy was scratched by her left hand which she had snaked around behind her. I groaned and stepped back just enough to get out of reach.

Unfortunately that allowed her to get her feet under her. Her right hand came back over her head, grabbed me by the back of my own head. Her hips pushed back into my and suddenly I was flying over her shoulders. I hit the mat ass first. Unfortunately for Linda, I had held onto the chain and she followed. I ended up on my back with her lying across my face, the chain wrapped around her head still in her bloody mouth. I started to move to get out from under her. She used the moment to unwrap the chain from her head and mouth.

I saw her right tit dangling above me and pulled her down. My teeth sank into the meat of its underside. I will give her this; it was the heaviest fleshiest tit I had ever bitten into. She screamed as my teeth penetrated the tender underside and my mouth tasted her tit blood. My belly exploded as she started pumping rights into my navel. I twisted and tried to maintain my bite, but she was drilling into my womb. I released my hug and bite. She jerked back and scrambled away holding her right tit. Blood dribbled between her fingers and down her belly.

I rolled onto my hands and knees and scrambled to my feet. We stood there about eight feet apart with the midpoint of the chain brushing the canvas. She was covered in sweat and stained by her own blood and probably some of mine as well. I studied her as her stomach pumped in and out trying to get air into the lungs. Her mouth was a bloody ruin. I don?t think I had fish hooked her mouth, but it had come close. I wondered if her perfect teeth had escaped at least a chip or two. Linda?s hair was wild and matted. Her face was swollen and bloody. She looked like she had been in a war and I knew I had been.

She moved forward slowly and cautiously. As she came she gathered up about two feet of the chain. I did the same thing and we stopped and glared at each other. I would have quit the fight right then and there. Linda suddenly jerked on the chain and kicked out with her left foot. I avoided the strike and replied with my own kick. My heel took her in her lower belly. She grunted and lunged forward, tackling me.

We hit the ground with her on top. I snapped my legs closed on her hips before she could climb on top. Her right and left hands grasped the loose chain and tried to strangle me with it. With my legs holding her hips, she couldn?t really succeed in putting pressure on my neck. My left hand held the chain off and my right smacked her hard in left eye. She lowered her face to my upper stomach and started biting at the tight flesh. The bitch hurt, but there wasn?t that much to chew on. I grabbed her hair and pulled her hair to the right and rolled her off with my legs.

Once she was on her side, I shifted my legs upward and snapped a scissor hold onto her waist. She groaned as my muscular legs pressed in on her sides. She had to let the chain go and rammed both hands downward going for my pussy to break the scissors. I grabbed her wrists and held her hands between us as I poured on the leg pressure. Her face twisted in agony and I jiggled my legs causing the bitch to whimper. Her legs kicked and she jerked her arms, but we were going no where. She leaned toward me trying to bite. I jerked my legs and she arched her back in agony. I pumped them again and she almost collapsed.

I rolled her onto her back and sat on her belly leaning forward, holding her hands on the mat. She gasped in air and lay there with her eyes closed. I moved my left knee up and covered her right forearm. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and then started punching her face with my right. Her left arm came up and covered her face and she grabbed at my flying fist. I let go of her hair and grabbed her protecting arm and pinned it across her face. I reached down with my right hand and gathered up the chain that was hanging from both our necks. I twisted my arm around until I had the links wrapped around my fist. Linda whimpered and bucked, but I kept my sitting my position. Happy with my chain wrapped fist I started pounding Linda?s balloon titties. The metal wrapped knuckles went in deep. I twisted and grinded my fist with each strike. Her tits were soon bright red and turning blue. I kept pounding until my arm was too tired to pound anymore. I leaned on Linda and sucked in air. She whimpered and sobbed.

After I got some air in my lungs I pulled the chain tight down from her collar and then wrapped the chain around the base of her right tit, pulling it tight and wrapping it again. When I was done with that one I wrapped the left tit as well. I still had a lot of chain. Linda moaned and bucked again, so I smashed her chin with my right fist. She went limp again. I jerked her head off the mat by its bloody hair and wrapped the chain around her neck. Now I had the bitch tit wrapped and neck wrapped. She moaned and begged for mercy.

I stood up and pulled her into a sitting position with the chain choking her neck. She grabbed for the chain and struggled weakly. I stomped on her belly three times. That left her sitting up hugging her self. She vomited blood and bile on her swelling tits. I walked around behind her and jerked up on the chain forcing her to her knees. She gasped and pulled at the choking chain, but I got her to her feet and started pulling her toward the corner. She staggered backwards. I reached up and rang the bell. The counter started clicking down from two minutes.

I dragged her slowly toward the next bell. She resisted twice, but a sharp pull on the chain got her moving again. I rang the bell and the clock told me I had a minute and forty five seconds to get to the other two corners. I dragged her marching on to my victory. Linda wailed and grabbed the cage with her fingers and held on. I jerked on the chain. It choked her and throttled both her swollen blood choked tits. Linda wailed and let go of the chain. I rang the third bell with a minute and forty seconds to go.

Linda fell on the ground half way to the fourth bell and screamed submission. She screamed I was tearing of her tits. She begged to be for given. She cried for mercy. I admit I was weakened for a moment. I half jerked on her but I couldn?t move the bitch. I didn?t want to tear off her tits now that she was beaten. My fury was sated. I walked back to her and looked down. Her face was blue and she appeared to be out. I needed some length of chain to get to the corner. I leaned over her. I started to unwind the chain around her neck to get some more distance. Suddenly the bitch grabbed my hair and jerked my head down. She rolled up her body and hit my forehead with her right knee. I ended up on my ass stunned.

Linda rolled over and tore the chains from her neck and tits. She screamed as she hurt herself freeing the blood congested balls on her chest. I saw what was happening and scooted forward to kick her in the face. She went down. I rolled over and scrambled to my feet to ring the bell. Right before I got there the bitch jerked the chain tight and whipped me backwards. I twisted around and began a tug of war with the battered cunt. She used her toes hooked into the side of the catch or her hell dug into the mat to hold position. I managed to move to within a hands length of the bell before the two minute whistle went off. Now I would have to do it all again.

I cursed and moved forward. Linda scrambled backwards keeping her feet between us. I darted at her and she reacted. I grabbed the chain and reeled it in dragging her off balance. Then I rushed forward and kicked at her face. She blocked it with her right. I kicked again and got her in the swollen left tit. She cried out and rolled into me. I went down on top of her in a ready made cross body pin. I moved to secure her right arm before going to work on her body. I was going to beat her into submission for sure this time.

Before I could trap her left arm she snaked her hand over my ass and between my legs from behind. I felt her thumb penetrate my ass just as her fingers pushed into my pussy from behind. I yelped and scrambled away before she cut scrap out my pussy. I reached the chain link fence and pulled up it. Just as I started to whip around her right fist dug into my kidney and her left forearm smashed into the back of my head driving me into the fence. I pressed back despite the pain and started to turn. Suddenly I felt the cold chain moving up my thigh. The chain connecting us hung straight down from the front of my collar to the mat and then up behind me to Linda?s collar. I had a second to worry about what that meant and then I felt the cold hard chain slam into my cleft.

Linda jerked it tight and the chains dug up between my cunt lips giving me a metal link wedgie. The tape shows me screaming with my head pitched back. Linda was fast. She used her other hand to loop the remaining chain around my neck. Now I was both choking myself and splitting my cunt with the same chain she had hold off. She jerked and I was pulled off the chain link fence on my tip toes frantically trying to find away to free myself from the agony. Linda dragged me back, turned and the rushed me hard into the corner I had been heading for. She rammed my face and head into the steel pole holding supporting the fence. My forehead was split open in four or five vertical splits and blood rushed into my eyes. I almost passed out. The tape shows me with my arms limp being held in place by the chain and fence.

I heard a bell ring. Then the agony of being pulled backwards began. I tried to kick with my feet but they were off the ground. Linda had bent me over her own back and was carrying me on her back across the ring. I was looking up into the lights with my ass bouncing off hers and my legs waving in the air. I was being carried like a sack of potatoes. The dog collar chain was buried in my cunt and biting into my neck. Blood covered the inside of my thighs. My hands clawed at my neck trying to relieve the choke. I heard the second bell ring. I reached out for the cage to stop her progress, but Linda grunted on and pulled my fingers free. I tried to kick out and overbalance her, but every time I moved my legs the chain rubbed another portion of my sex into fresh agony. The third bell rang. I finally kicked my right leg back under me hoping to trip her. My foot caught a wobbly thigh and we went down in a tangle.

She still held the chain and the act of falling felt like somebody had hit me in the cunt with an ax. I think I blacked out then. The tape shows Linda leaning over dragging my unmoving body backwards along the mat. A trail of blood from between my legs marked the path. I didn?t hear the fourth bell ring. When I later watched the tape I cried at the mess she had made of me. Of course at the time I was in a hospital bed with my arms and legs restrained. The doctor kindly told me I would be healed and ready for my trip to Turkey in less than three months. He played a tape of Linda. She was still a mess herself. I had really worked her over. I had beaten her, but been unable to close the deal.

Linda said, ?I knew from the moment I met you I would do this. I needed a way to go professional and I looked for woman after woman, but you were the only one stupid enough to think she could stand up to me. I wanted you to know I used you every step of the way. I was surprised you took my challenge. If you hadn?t I would have still had what I wanted, a professional ticket. But since you did I now have all your money, the money from your sale and half the money you earn fucking and fighting until you die. I wish you a long life cunt. The longer you live the more money I make. By the way you surprised me; you turned out to be a lot tougher than I thought, but not tough enough. I whipped your ass and busted your cunt. Now there is no doubt who is the top bitch is there, slave??

Linda laughed and laughed. The tape froze with her bruised and swollen face still laughing at me. I heard my mother?s voice saying something like be careful what you ask for. My walk on the wild side had led me to the savage slave pits of the Middle East, left me a penniless slave with no rights or chance of rescue. My only hope was to live long enough to gain my freedom and find Linda and pay her back. Until then my lifestyle was no longer a choice.

Well now what? I'll be taking a short break while my mind generates ideas. Email or post comments here. I don't know if Renee will survive or even if she does how she will get her revenge on Linda. I suspect it will take a lot more chapters will tell the tale though.

Comments? Observations? Suggestions? Match-ups for slave fights? Can't guarantee when the next installment will but a great idea can inspire four or five pages real easy.

**MikeJV** · April 25th, 2004, 09:28 PM

I LOVED it, EXCELLENT story!!!!!

The only thing I didn't like was that you wrote it before I could send you my ideas, was unable to until a little while ago. (darn real life stuff getting in the way!) oh well, atleast theey're both still alive, I'll try to get my ideas for the future stories to you today or tommorrow.

MikeJV

**Jessikafights** · April 26th, 2004, 08:50 AM

Absolutely AWESOME!!! Mr. Cage, your writing is so TERRIFICALLY HOT!! Really makes me sooo HORNY!! You naughty devil! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Just got back from overseas and totally amazed at your OUTPUT ... also LUVED your barn fight .... your groupfighting stuff is AMAZING!!!

Would REALLY regard it as an HONOR to have me and my lesbian girlfriend Emma feature in one of your stories, maybe as a team? Against??? (YOU can choose ... we're totally open-minded; whatever you like!!!) ... PLEASE! ... [img]wink.gif[/img]

Caio!
Jessie [img]graemlins/kiss.gif[/img]

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