MOM's Basement Business -Part IV - Round One by Mr. Cage

[cage]

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.

Chapter Four - Mom?s Business in the Basement by Mr. Cage

It was a full month after Jamie?s destruction of Deela. Mom announced at the breakfast table on a rather warm Saturday that we could make two thousand dollars guaranteed and another thousand dollars a victory a piece, but all four of us would have to willing to fight Melba, her two daughters Nadine and Deela, and another black girl named Marta. Mom would be matched against Melba, me against Nadine, Jamie against Deela in rematch and Beth would be fighting Marta.

Beth was hesitant, Jamie was ready to go. Mom explained the fight would be held in our own basement and the rules would be much the same as the fight I watched her in from my secret spot. Basically no facial attacks, but otherwise anything and everything goes, but no maiming, killing or bone breaking. The fights would only be for fifteen minutes at a time. No matter what happened the fighters would have to fight again and again. The only way to stop a beating from starting was at the start of the match by one family surrendering totally to the other. A weak link would suffer until the rest of the family was willing to make the sacrifice and except the punishment. It was a prescription for a long savage battle for dominance. After that the losers would suffer as slaves of the winners for a full eight hours or until the winners were bored.

Beth wanted to know what that meant. Mom explained in full. Listening to her talk about the possibilities made my cock hard and scared me at the same time. Beth was clearly scared. Jamie promised her the fight would be easy. Beth shook her head. Mom honestly warned us all that no fight was easy. She also said she expected us to go until we either won or were almost dead. Beth begged off.

Mom called the challengers and told them no, then she came back and said that the offer had gone up to a thousand a piece, win or lose, plus the bonus money should we win. Mom said we could keep the money and spend it on ourselves. Beth was still reluctant. Mom went back to the phone. The challengers wanted us so bad that they agreed to just the three of us willing fighters. Tara started to taunt Beth, but Mom would have nothing of it. Nobody had to fight who didn?t want to. So with that, we rested up for the family fight. I admit I was scared.

Friday night finally came and the black family arrived in their luxury SUV. Money was exchanged immediately and additional envelops with our winner?s prize was put beside the garage door. We decided who would go first by picking cards. Nadine, my opponent drew the A of spades and so we were up first. I can?t tell you how nervous I was going into the basement. It hadn?t changed, but it looked bigger when you were inside it and not looking down from the ventilation grate.

As I described before, our basement was about thirty by twenty. It was padded and had a number of large overstuffed couches, bean bags and big cushions scattered around. The center of the room was encircled by two large curved couch sectionals and two what I would call couch beds because they had a back but no ends and was about twice as wide as a normal couch. The far wall had a number of strange looking things like shackles, control benches, straps, dildos, ropes, chains and whips. I had watched my mother and her previous opponent struggle desperately to tie one another up so they could use the instruments on the trapped woman. A large open shower and unscreened bathroom complete with toilets and those female things you find in expensive hotels stood in the far corner right by the implements. I knew that the losers would eventually end up there for some nasty humiliation. I didn?t want to be on the receiving in. I wasn?t looking forward to having the big fat black girl working on my balls with her hands; let a lone one of the whips. And the humiliation after losing was too much to contemplate.

Apparently our basement had been used for fights and swinging orgies before Dad and Mom had lost a big fight which had cost Dad his life. We kids had never known about their secret life or Basement Business until I witnessed Mom making some money fighting in our basement. Then the three of us kids had our first public paid fights. Greed was our motivator. Next my little sister Jamie, a real kitten from hell, had fought Deela in a brutal battle in a storage shed. Jamie had a real taste for combat.

Nadine and I stripped and faced each other in the middle of the tiny arena formed by the couches and the couch beds. Leather straps and ropes had been thrown over the backs of the two sectional couches and also dangled off the outside edge of the couch bed. Nadine promised to tie me up and use one of the huge dildos on the wall on my ass. I had no doubt the bitch meant it. I decided right then and there to fight all out, woman or not.

Nadine was a big fat heavy armed bitch at around 5?9?? and 220 pounds. She had a big ass and her tits looked bigger and sloppier than my Mom?s huge 44JJ, when I checked her bra latter the label read 46J. I was still 5?11?? and 165 lean pounds.

Nadine and I stood in the center of the couch arena. I figured I was stronger and faster, but she didn?t look like a push over. And she definitely had the weight advantage. I suddenly wished I could punch her in the face. With no facial attacks it was going to be a tougher fight for me. Her eyes were focused on my cock and balls. She made squeezing motions with her big hands and grinned. We were both already covered in sweat.

The black man, the black women?s husband and father but strictly an observer in this battle, signaled the start of our fifteen minute fight to the finish. Nadine rushed forward grabbing with both hands for my arms while obviously trying to get her knee into my balls before I was ready. I twisted to the side and sank my right fist low into her belly as she charged past trying to turn to capture me. My fist went in deep and she groaned from the blow. She hit the couch and ended up on her knees leaning against the back facing away from me. I waited for a moment, but then my mother screamed for me to ?jump on her back and fucking kill the fat pig.?

I grabbed the back of her thick kinky hair with my right hand and started pounding her in the lower back with my right fist while I dropped my knee across the back of her calves. My rapid fire punching hurt her quickly. She moaned and pushed backward. Despite my positional advantage I slipped backwards. She spun around twisting her hair into a knot around my left hand. I jerked her head down, she cried out and bent over but her right hand was going for my balls. I had to jump backwards.

With her head still down she bull rushed into me and now I was on the other side of the arena lying on a couch with the bitch?s head under one arm and her fat tits plastered to my belly. She rooted around and suddenly I felt fire on the side of my ribs, the bitch was biting me. I pushed off with my right leg and rolled her off and we both hit the floor.
I was lying on top still twisting on her head. Her hands pounded my sides. I straddled her big belly pressing down protecting my cock and balls in her soft gut. I could hear both our families screaming support, but I honestly couldn?t remember a thing they screamed. Nadine suddenly grabbed my ass cheeks and tried to get to my balls from behind. I released the head lock and rolled off.

Nadine was slower getting up and I took a chance and drove my right foot into her ribs as she rolled over. She grunted and fell back on her side. I stood and stomped down on her gut. I put every bit of my strength into it because I was scared as shit. She groaned and rolled over on her back. I dropped down on her and jerked her head back by the hair and rode her as she screamed in agony. There was no surrender in these fights. The way to win was hurt your opponent so much that eventually they were helpless and their family surrendered to stop the immediate punishment.

I rested on her tearing out her kinky hair in handfuls while keeping her neck stressed and body pinned down with my full weight on the middle of her back. I tried to do something more, but keeping her down took my full concentration. She struggled and rolled a bit and I found I was close enough to grab a leather strap. I grabbed it as she rolled again.

This time I let her roll me off. I clamped my legs around her fat middle from behind and wrapped the leather strap around her neck. Choking out was entirely allowed. She grabbed for the belt and I rode her with my scissors and slowly but surely dug the leather strap into her fat neck. I wanted to choke her out than tie her hands so I could beat her into submission without risking myself. I was just playing by the rules she wanted.

Nadine elbowed me in the ribs several times while keeping one hand under the strap preventing a complete choke out. I tried to scissor her into unconsciousness, but the fat bitch?s middle was too big to crush with my legs. My ribs were beginning to hurt. She was a strong fucking fat bitch with no quit in her.

I captured the arm and tried to put her in a half nelson. I almost got it, but she got her teeth into my forearm. I had to jerk my arm away. Deep teeth marks were left in my flesh, but no blood yet. She reached back over her head and tried to grab my short hair. I could see her big tits flopping on her chest. I decided to test her tits for toughness. She had already made it clear this was a dirty fight. So I decided to give her a taste.
I let her rip at my hair and I reached under her armpit and grabbed her fat bag. My white fingers disappeared into to it and she tensed. I lost a handful of hair and she scrabbled at my face. She seemed to be going for the eyes, legal or not. I bit her thumb and wrenched her tit back under her arm. She howled and cursed. I mauled her tit and held onto her thumb with my teeth. She screamed and bucked, but I was locked down. Now I did my best to hurt her tit, lay in some damage that would weaken her later.

She was whimpering before to long, but the rules said no quitting. I started taunting her to break her spirit as I cranked on her tit. She finally jerked her thumb out of my mouth skinning it. She clamped her arm down on my wrist trying to restrict my hand?s freedom, but my fingers were deep in her sweaty black tit flesh. I worked her meat until my own hand was beginning to spasm. Crushing, twisting, pinching, gouging and pulling such a heavy bag of tit flesh actually caused my hand to ache. I could tell from her groaning and the sweat rolling off her that my hand?s agony was well repaid.

At the end of the fifteen minutes her stoic father calmly called an end to her agony. She rolled away and cried holding mauled tit. I stood and took a victory pose. I?m not normally a sadistic person, but this was war and I hoped I had broken her spirit and given her the tit twisting of her life. Her mother was furious. I grabbed my cock and stroked it as I taunted them. Something about this battle brought the worst out in me.

The remaining black women drew cards and Deela got the high card so she and Jamie were up next. Deela and Jamie were both 4?7?? and Deela still outweighed Jamie?s 100 to 80 pounds, although Jamie may have put on a couple of pounds and grown a little taller since their first big fight.

Jamie was really giving Deela a lot of shit and most of it was racial. This was going to be a long nasty night. The two younger girls hated each other with a passion and were practically panting to get at one another. At the start, Deela bull rushed my sister. It must be a family trait. Jamie side stepped and jumped on the black girl from the side going for an immediate choke out with her legs around Deela?s hips and arms around Deela?s neck. I yelled my encouragement. The quicker we put these bitches down the quicker we got the money.

Deela cursed and twisted around and propelled herself backwards hard. They stumbled over one of the couch beds, bounced and then rolled off hard onto the padded floor outside the little arena. Jamie groaned and her legs popped open. Deela spun around inside the lose headlock and started to free herself. One hand grabbed my sister?s dark hair and the other pressed up on my sister?s chin. Jamie groaned as her head was twisted. Deela tried to sit on my sister?s belly, but Jamie captured her right leg in a scissor hold. Deela used her left knee to try and free her leg. Jamie got her own hands into Deela?s hair and now the black girl screamed as my sister savagely twisted her head around. Both young girls were trying to twist the other?s head off at the neck. Deela slammed down trying to hammer Jamie?s thin body into submission. Jamie moaned but she held onto her holds. Deela rose up again. Jamie suddenly rolled and the bigger girl ended up on her side.
Jamie leaned in and bit into the inside of Deela?s right bicep. Deela screamed and suddenly jerked her arm back. Jamie rolled on top and dropped her face to Deela?s right breast which was already full when compared to Jamie?s still nearly flat chest buds. The black girl screamed again and jerked back on Jamie?s hair. My sister had Deela?s nipple and aureole crushed in a wicked bite. Deela wailed and cried for Jamie to stop. My sister made dog noises and tried to jerk her head and torture the nipple some more.

Deela changed tactics and started choking Jamie with both hands. It worked after a tortured minute and Jamie had to release the bite and fight off the choke. Jamie ended up sitting on her enemy?s belly exchanging punches to the tits and belly. Jamie was getting the best of it and smiling as she crushed Deela?s tits under her hard little knuckles. But Deela wasn?t finished.

The black girl suddenly bucked up and my sister fell forward. Deela?s arms hugged Jamie to her and now my sister was screaming. We couldn?t see it but Deela?s teeth were clearly at work on Jamie?s little tits. Jamie flopped on top of the girl trying to get to her but Deela was protected. She worked and worked as Jamie screamed and kicked.

Jamie was crying and yelling for help when Deela rolled her over and crawled on top. There was a no maiming rule, but Deela had clearly come close. Both of my sisters little buds showed nasty bite marks, crush bruises and trickles of bloody sweat. Deela had really chewed my sister?s nips and growing tits. Now the black girl went to work with her fists. Jamie got a taste of her own medicine.

Jamie?s tits took a pounding as did her belly. My sister took the beating and went back to Deela?s nipples with a double pinch and twist. The pain was enough to force the black girl to protect herself. As soon as she did, Jamie struck with a fast move with her right hand. Deela was on her knees straddling Jamie?s belly. Jamie?s right hand went into the black girl?s sparsely covered crotch and dug in. Deela gasped and her eyes got wide. She squealed and hopped off my dirty fighting sister.

Little Jamie was quick as a viper. She scrambled to her knees and lunged for Deela as she turned on her own knees. Jamie captured the girl?s unbraided hair and jerked her into a headlock and dropped her on her side. Jamie rolled back on top her victim and jerked on the head. Deela clawed at Jamie?s arms and then reached up for my sister?s bloody bruised tits across her small back.

As soon as the black girl scratched Jamie?s wounds my sister released the headlock and twisted around fast and had a cross body pin across Deela. Deela started to buck up, but Jamie?s right hand went straight to the girl?s fleshy young cunt. Deela?s ass hit the floor and her legs clamped tight, but it was too late. Jamie yelped with delight as she worked on her enemy?s vulnerable crotch. Deela screamed for help and clawed my sister?s back raw trying to get the sweaty little hellcat off her. Jamie rooted and rooted between her enemy?s thighs. Deela?s head twisted around as she screamed for her family to get ?the little white dyke off me.? But all the other black women would do was yell encouragement. The rules called for exactly this kind of agony.
Deela?s screams grew wilder and finally opened her legs since keeping them closed was doing nothing to stop the pain or get the little hellcat off her. The black girl started twisting and bucking. Jamie dug in deeper and hooked her fingers inside Deela?s cunt. The black girl howled and bucked even stronger. Suddenly she rolled and Jamie gasped pulling her hand back looking at her bloody fingers as if they had been broken.

Deela ended up on her hands and knees before Jamie was convinced her fingers hadn?t been broken. God knows what those last seconds inside the black girl?s sex had been like for Deela if Jamie?s fingers had been so stressed. Deela staggered to her feet as Jamie picked up a leather strap and whipped the black girl across the back. Whack! Deela squealed and grabbed her back and staggered off. Jamie followed her and whipped her five or six more times until Deela ended up against the wall.

Deela turned at the wall and kicked back at Jamie catching her in the thigh. My sister stepped backwards and connected with another belt swipe across Deela?s front. The force of the blow spun Jamie half way around and left her bending at a forty five degree angle. Success had spawned potential disaster. Deela screamed and lunged forward. Jamie was still off balance from her successful strike and got caught in the rush. Jamie was propelled backwards and fell onto a bean bag with Deela on top.

Deela grabbed the strap from my sister and started choking her out while riding her belly. Jamie sank into the bean bag with the big black girl on top. My youngest sister?s feet kicked uselessly as she sank deeper and deeper into the bag with each squirm. Desperately, Jamie reached up and ripped at Deela?s swollen black nipples. Deela screamed out and had to relinquish the choke to protect her tits.

She wrapped the strap around my sister?s forearms. Jamie jerked her hands out of the trap. Deela moved upward for a moment and then sank her fat right knee into the pit of sister?s thin belly, driving Jamie even deeper in the bean bag. Jamie groaned and went back for Deela?s nipples, but the black girl pushed her arms down and penned Jamie back over the bag. Jamie?s ass and lower body were deep in the bean bag, her lower legs and feet kicked uselessly and now her hands were penned back against the downward curve of the bean bag. Jamie was spread and opened for brutality.

Now it was Deela?s turn to inflict some damage on my sister. Deela taunted Jamie as her knee gutted my sister. Jamie gasped and struggled to free her arms but the heavier black girl had her penned down by the wrists. Jamie?s ass was deep in the bag and her feet could only kick from the knees. At the same time Deela?s left foot was off the bag her toes digging into the pads for balance. That left the right knee in my sister?s belly with most of the heavier black girl?s weight pressing down. The leather strap lay around my sister?s neck with its ends flopping as they struggled, promising further danger.

Deela looked down into my sister?s red, desperate face and started returning my sister?s taunts. Jamie cursed back helplessly. Deela spit into my sister?s face again and again sending my sister screaming in useless fury. Deela was laughing at her by the time the fifteen minutes were over gloating at her victory.
I don?t know who had done the most damage, but Deela certainly ended up claiming she had kicked the ?little white cunt?s ass.? Jamie puked when she got up and had to use the facilities. If the fight had continued I think Deela would have kicked her ass completely. Jamie returned from the toilet furious with the ?fat nigger? and promised ?to chew of your ugly cow tits.?

Now it was my Mom against her old enemy Melba. Apparently they had fought twice before with the honors even. Mom was 5?10?? and over 170 pounds. She was firm but not skinny with hugh 44J tits and a big ass. Melba was more than a match at 5?11?? and 185 pounds with a 44E 34 46 figure according to her husband who ought to know. They stood at arms length looking at each other with professional calculation.

Melba said, ?You still think those white tits can take me on.?

Mom said, ?You know I can take your tits apart.?

Melba said, ?What do you say that we tit fight to see who goes to their knees first and then we go all out.?

Mom said, ?Fine with me. I always liked making you scream.?

?Fuck you, cunt.?

Mom said, ?Come on bitch.?

They reached out and sank their relatively big hands into each other?s set of tits. Neither one of them made a sound as their fingers probed. Big bulges of tit flesh appeared as the fat bags were compressed and squeezed. The silence continued but both women began to sweat heavily and they began to move in a small circle, jerking and twisting their huge tits sending sweat dripping like rain. Someone had to make a sound!

Both sides of the room were shouting for their mother to rip the other mother?s tits off and kick them around the room. Mom grimaced as Melba twisted both her tits in half circles and then pushed them upward. Mom clamped down on the black fat bags and dug her thumbs deep into the thick bumpy nipples driving them back into the tit flesh and causing Melba to whence. The tit war continued.

The first sound other than their labored breathing came when Mom groaned as Melba began to work on her nipples with a crushing pinch and twist. Mom retaliated with a double nipple jerk twist that got Melba to shut her eyes to try and stop the tears from coming. She failed. Mom smiled and went back to the nipples again and Melba moaned and turned her head. Mom crushed the nipples and jerked them out and down. Melba wailed and dropped to her knees.

Mom shouted, ?That?s right nigger, on your knees. Your nasty udders never could stand up to mine in a tit fight. Don?t forget it bitch.?
Melba screamed, ?Fuck you.?

And then she slammed her fist up into my Mom?s hairy crotch. Mom groaned and shifted her hands to her crotch and staggered back. Melba grabbed her ankles and jerked Mom?s feet out from under her. Mom sat down on a couch. Melba jerked Mom?s ankles again and Mom?s ass hit the floor with her legs spread by the ankle hold.

Melba thrust herself forward freeing Mom?s ankles. The black woman?s right hand went low in a claw for my Mom?s hairy crotch. Mom grabbed the attacking hand?s wrist and now Melba rammed into Mom pinning Mom against the couch. Mom?s free hand started pumping punches into Melba?s belly and side. Melba continued to try and get to Mom?s crotch with both hands.

Melba?s free hand made it and Mom screamed. Her left leg came back and she tried to get a foot on Melba?s fat hip. Melba twisted and Mom?s foot slipped around the black woman?s big jiggling ass. Melba grunted and jammed against Mom, both hands pushing into Mom?s crotch. Mom gasped and cried out in extreme agony. I didn?t know what was happening, but Melba was definitely working on my Mom?s cunt.

Mom grabbed the woman?s hair and jerked her head up. Melba was pressing forward so she arched her back. Mom opened her mouth and dropped her face to the offered top of Melba?s right breast. Now Melba screamed. I could see Mom sucking a mouthful of black tit flesh into her mouth and then clamping down. She was no where near the huge thick nipples, but she had a lot of meat in her mouth. Melba howled and looked to be pushing her hands even deeper into Mom?s crotch. Mom moaned between her clenched teeth as tears and sweat rolled down her face to splatter on the black woman?s huge jugs. Then Melba gasped and tried to jerk away.

Mom held onto the top of the right tit with her teeth. Blood dribbled out around the sides of her lips. Melba ripped at the sides of Mom?s hair and slowly but surely pulled Mom?s face back, lifting the huge orb by its tortured top. Melba screamed out in pure agony as Mom?s teeth skinned her and the tortured tit flesh finally slid from between Mom?s teeth and popped out with a wet thud.

Melba grabbed her tortured orb and looked down at it with horror. Bloody teeth marks were dug into it in the shape of Mom?s mouth, but worse the skin had been shredded all the way back to where the final pinch of skin had been plucked from between Mom?s bloody teeth.

Mom drove her fists into Melba?s lower belly. Melba groaned and reached for her belly. Mom grabbed her tits with both hands and jerked to the left while twisting her own body of the floor. Melba fell to the side and Mom tried to scramble on top. Melba trapped her with her legs, scissoring Mom?s big ass. Mom used her left hand to choke Melba while she pushed off the floor using her right hand on the couch and her feet on the floor. Melba? big ass came off the floor. Mom leaned back and Melba?s legs slide over the white ass and Melba?s ass hit the floor.
She brought up her feet to kick, but Mom was already dropping her right knee down straight into the black woman?s wide open, kinky haired crotch. It sounded like somebody had dropped a heavy bag on a floor. Melba groaned. Mom used the woman?s momentary agony to climb through her writhing legs and drop on the black woman?s fat belly, again knees first.

Melba spit out the contents of her belly and sat up like a jack-in-the-box. Mom let her knees slide across the woman?s churning belly and came to a sitting straddle on the woman?s belly. Melba grabbed Mom?s tits and then tried to push her backwards, but Mom grabbed Melba?s hair and jerked her head to the left and then pushed backwards putting the black woman on her back again.

Mom dropped her mouth to Melba?s bouncing left breast and clamped onto the woman?s huge aureole, biting like an animal. Melba screamed and grabbed Mom?s hair ripping out four handfuls before finally getting her now bloody nipple free. Mom grabbed the tits with both hands and continued to maul. Melba cried out but she couldn?t let Mom?s hair go without letting Mom?s bloody teeth get back to her chewed tits.

Jamie and I were going crazy. Mom could finish her off, but then the fifteen minutes ran out. I looked across and saw that Nadine was more than ready to fight again. So round two was about to begin.


More if you think the story warrants it. I had a lot of requests to continue this series and I liked the Jamie-Deela grudge fight so when I got a second of free time I did so.

[MikeJV]

GREAT fights, and YES, please continue this series.

MikeJV

[gary00001]

Superb start. Hope it gets nasty.

[FemWrstlFan]

Wow. Fantastic story. Very exciting fighting and completely vicous. I like the match rules too making it a complete family vs family event. Keep up the great work. Please post more!