Mom's Basement Business Chapter 3 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 Three - Mom?s Business in the Basement by Mr. Cage

After our coming out fights, I was more than happy to take a pass while my black eyes, swollen cheeks, busted lips and skinned nose healed. Beth didn?t complain about much either. We had our things and we were happy, accept for Jamie who couldn?t quit talking about wanting to fight again. I thought about thumping the little brat, but Mom would have whipped me raw for hitting my sister.

Finally Mom said, ?If you really want to fight I know of a woman and her daughters who want to fight, fight hard and you wouldn?t want to lose.

Beth asked, ?Do I have to fight??

Mom said, ?No, of course not. We?re not that poor. Besides, her oldest daughter is too old for you. She?s probably too old for your brother, Bill.?

Jamie was excited and said, ?Hard like the last time??

?Harder, the woman has fought several times and both of her daughters have fought more than once, in fact they both fought just last week at the club so they are sure to be more marked up than you. You showed you were nasty enough to stand up to them, but you don?t want to lose,? warned Mom.

?Why?? asked Jamie.

Well in this case they will pay you $500 dollars to fight them and another $500 we win. That is a thousand a piece if we win. But if you lose they can hurt you for a long time. This is what some people call a dungeon fight, or a slave fight. There are virtually no rules, accept no gouging of the eyes or hitting the face if the other fighter is tied up.?

?What do you mean tied up?? asked Jamie.

?Well you fight without a break say for about an hour. There will be ropes and straps so if you can get the other fighter down you can tie her up and then hurt her for the rest of the hour without her being able to fight back,? explained Mom.

?Hurt her how?? asked Jamie.

?Anyway you want to accept kill her or ruin her face. It can be pretty terrible if you lose because these bitches really like to hurt people. I?ve won one fight with this woman and lost one. Believe me, she knows how to hurt another woman and I bet she?s told her perverted girls how too. So you should know you could suffer a lot,? warned Mom.

Jamie licked her lips and said, ?But I could hurt her too if I got her tied up. I could hurt her all I want and she would just have to take it!?

I blinked m eyes. My little sister was a brutal little bitch in training.

On the day of Jamie?s fight Mom dragged me along. I was actually planning to watch it from the vent again, but the fight was being held in a U-Store-It lot. Beth stayed at home. We pulled in at the agreed upon unit. The other car was a large luxury SUV.

A well-dressed black couple greeted Mom. The woman glared, but the man was quite polite and non-threatening. He opened the door of the storage container and turned on a light. The inside was bare metal walls and concrete floor. He pulled out a set of wrestling pads and covered the ten by fifteen foot rectangular floor. Then brought out a bag and threw out two thick black leather straps about three feet long with metal studs along the sides and along the front and back. Next he threw down eight thin leather straps about six feet long each. Next camp our two long pieces of rope. Next came out two large long handled rubber dildos. He handed Mom five hundred and motioned to his car.

The door opened and two black girls got out. The oldest one was clearly older than me and pretty damn big. She stood 5?9?? and weighed at least 200 fat girl pounds. Her sister was very young, probably Jamie?s age and height at 4?7?? and maybe twenty pounds heavier at one hundred pounds. She was a little porker too. Mom motioned to us and we got out and entered the metal box. Jamie and the young girl, Deela stared daggers at one another. The big girl, Nadine, sized me up and whispered to her mother. We gathered around the mat.

The man said, ?Alright, everyone knows no interference. If they go into the wall get out of the way. This is a no rules unless someone has both hands tied up. Once someone is tied up there are no eye attacks, strikes to the head or attacks to the face. If a person is choked out, the fight is stopped and the unconscious person is revived and the fight begins again without rest. No matter what happens, no one stops it for an hour. Agreed??

Mom nodded. Jasmine nodded. Deela smiled and rubbed her hands together.

Jamie snapped, ?You think you?re going to win.?

Deela snorted, ?No little white whore can stand up to a black woman in a fair fight.?

Jamie shouted, ?I?m not scared of you.?

Deela said, ?I?m going to hurt you in places you don?t even no you have, little girl.?

The man said, ?Alright girls, no more talk. Strip off your clothes and settle it.?

Within seconds both girls were stripped naked. Neither seemed at all concerned about it. Deela definitely had more development up top than my almost flat sister and her ass was half again bigger than Jamie?s. Her belly was soft and rounded out. She had some slight hair on her fleshy pussy. Her flesh also showed some fine light scars on her otherwise smooth dark black flesh. I noticed that her right eye was still slightly swollen and she had scabs on her knees, one elbow and a raw looking place on her thick snarling lips.

They stepped out on the mat and then snarled like little animals and slammed together going immediately for one another?s hair. My sister?s thick black hair looked like it would give a better grip than the black girl?s dozen or so pig tails and braids. But, Jamie got two handfuls of braids and twisted the other girl?s head to the side. Deela cried out in pain and pulled Jamie?s hair downward trying to force my sister?s head down. Jamie pushed forward driving the top of her head into the black girl?s chin. Driving forward across the mat on her bare feet, she had Deela off balance and stumbling backwards. Deela?s family cleared out of the way and Deela hit the metal wall hard. The little girl grunted as Jamie?s head drove into her chin and the metal wall banged her head.

Jamie didn?t let up. She jerked her head up as soon as Deela?s hair pull lessened and drove her sharp little knee up in between the black girl?s legs, hitting her on the end of her rounded pubic bone. Mom yelled with delight and the black mother cursed. Deela squealed and frantically jerked at Jamie?s hair trying to get my bitch of a sister to let the black girl off the metal wall. Jamie pushed against the girl and sank her teeth into Deela?s right shoulder. Deela screamed. Her head was twisted by its braids to the left and her right shoulder was exposed dark meat for my sister?s little teeth.

Screaming, Deela jerked back on my sister?s head with her left hand and brought her right up to Jamie?s face. Her black fingers clawed across my sister?s face looking for her eyes. Jamie released the bite on the shoulder and fastened her teeth on the black girl?s right index finger. Deela yelped and jerked her finger out of my sister?s mouth.

Jamie didn?t slow down for a second. Deela tried to look at her finger to see if it was still there; it was of course but Jamie had surely skinned a part of it. Jamie used her double hair hold to jerk Deela?s head off the wall and then bang it hard into the wall. The metal wall rang like a bell four times before Deela managed to twist a little to the side in the direction her head was twisted. Jamie drove her right knee into the back of the heavier girl?s left leg as she turned her side to Jamie. Deela?s left leg lost its contact with the floor for a second and the black girl slide backwards along the wall. Jamie jerked her head hard outward and Deela fell away from the wall hard onto the mat.

Jamie went down on her knees leaning over Deela?s head, still holding the black girl?s head down by the hair. Deela kicked her legs and tried to roll over, but her head was trapped she reached up for Jamie?s face, but could only claw at my sister?s lower neck and chest. Jamie ignored the red scratch marks, lifted up on her left foot and drove her right knee into the top of Deela?s skull.

Deela moaned and her teeth clashed. Jamie?s knee hit her five times in succession jarring the overwhelmed black girl again and again. Her hands curled over the top of her head and she cried for Jamie to stop. Jamie slammed her right knee down on the side of Deela?s face, pinning the sobbing girl to the ground. Then Jamie pivoted on her knee, grinding the black girl?s face with the point of her knee and getting behind her. Jamie released her right hand hair hold and reached down and clawed at the trapped girl?s face.

Deela screamed and kicked her legs and flailed her arms. Her twisting and thrashing finally caused Jamie?s knee to slide off the side of her head. Deela rolled onto her belly and pressed up on her hands and knees with Jamie beside her on her knees. Jamie pressed the girl?s head downward dragging on the braids with her left hand and drove her hard little right fist down like a hammer on the back of the girl?s neck. The girl?s youth and lack of physical strength added to the viciousness of the fight while keeping any blow or move from being conclusive.

Deela ended up face down with her ass up in the air. Jamie pressed up on her legs and mounted Deela?s back. She reached down and pulled the black girl?s head upward sharply. Deela screamed as her neck was bent backwards and she fell down flat on her belly with my sister sitting on the middle of her back. Jamie used the hair hold to jerk the girl?s face up off the mat then ram it down again and again. Poor, confident Deela had made one early mistake and Jamie was beating the crap out of her.

Deela?s mother and sister screamed instructions. Her father merely watched. Jamie suddenly jerked back extra hard on Deela?s hair and leaned backwards, bending Deela in a backward arch. Deela?s nose and mouth were bloody now from the pounding, her forehead and cheeks showed deep dark scratches and red blood among the sheen of sweat and tears. My little sister was kicking ass. Deela squealed and screamed. I thought her back or neck my break. Suddenly four whole braids on the left side of her head pulled out of her scalp. Jamie fell off to the right with a wad of braids in her left hand.

Deela screamed and held the side of her head. Her mother screamed for her to roll away and get back at my sister. Jamie set up on her ass behind Deela and drove a windmill of kicks into the girl?s back, jarring her and driving her across the mat. Jamie put her hand back to push up. It landed on a thick strap. She grabbed it and swung it with one motion as she rolled forward onto her knees. Whap! The strap hit Deela?s ass like a firecracker. The black girl squealed and flopped across the floor.

Jamie stood up and went after her. Whap! Whap! Whap! The look of savage pleasure on my sister?s face scared me as she stood over the black girl whipping her again and again with the heavy strap. Deela rolled until she was trapped against the door of the shed. Jamie tried to whip her, but the door got in the way. Dripping sweat and gasping with the exertion, Jamie leaned against the door and started kick stomping Deela?s back and side. She wasn?t going to let the girl get a moment?s peace.

Mom yelled instructions to Jamie. She finally ran out of air and stopped. She put her foot on the black girl?s back and stood there sucking in air and listening to my Mom. Deela whined and begged for the fight to stop. Her mother screamed at her to fight back and not let a little white cunt whip her ass.

Jamie finally had enough air in her to understand my Mom. She stomped down once more hard on the small of Deela?s back and then stepped away. Deela grabbed her back and writhed on the floor, sobbing and begging. Jamie got one of the long thin leather straps and dropped down on Deela, winding it around her neck. She jerked it tight, crisscrossing it behind Deela?s neck and then started choking the girl brutally using a knee between the shoulder blades to pin Deela down.

Deela clawed at the leather. I began to worry that Jamie would kill the girl. The man looked closely and then yelled, ?She?s out. Do you agree??

My mother said, ?She?s out. Let her loose Jamie.?

Jamie didn?t stop until Mom grabbed her and pulled her back. The man unwound the leather strap and slapped his daughter. Then he checked her neck and pushed down on her chest. She coughed and started gasping for air in between frightened sobs. The man stepped back and motioned Jamie forward.

Jamie grabbed one of the long leather straps, kicked Deela in the face causing the girl to roll onto her belly again. Jamie dropped knees first down on the black girl?s back. Deela coughed and spit up. Jamie grabbed the poor girl?s right arm and twisted it behind her back. Jamie wound the leather strap around the girl?s wrist. Then she reached for the left hand. Deela squealed and fought back to keep from being tied up. The fear of being restrained temporarily overcame her pain and exhaustion.

Deela rolled Jamie off, but my sister stayed behind the girl. Deela?s head hit my sister on the nose and hurt Jamie, but Jamie turned her head to the side and held onto the chicken wing hold on the right arm. When Deela elbowed her hard with the left, Jamie gave up on the hog tie and wrapped the free end of the strap around the black girl?s neck again, tying her right hand twisted up behind her back to her neck. Deela gasped and rammed her head back again. Jamie?s nose was already bloody and this shot started it bleeding even more. Jamie rolled to the side and pulled Deela back in between her legs.

Jamie clamped her little legs across Deela?s belly trapping the left hand. The black girl thrashed about, but Jamie?s legs and the strap around her right wrist and neck held her trapped firmly. Jamie sniffled and shook her head. Her thick black tangled hair was matted to her face and back with sweat. Her nose was still bleeding. She had been in a fight for sure, but she was still kicking ass. Jamie ignored my Mom?s yells and rested as she tortured Deela.

Deela continued to try and escape. Suddenly my sister?s upper leg split lifted. I thought the black girl had escaped, but then Jamie jerked on the free end of the leather strap and rammed her right foot into the side of Deela?s face. Using the strap tied around Deela?s neck, anchored by the trapped right wrist, Jamie choked Deela by using her foot to push the black girl?s face away as the strap around her neck tightened and tightened.

Deela cried out and then gasped silently. Her eyes bulged out and she clawed at my sister?s right leg with her left hand. She left long nasty scratches on Jamie?s leg, but my sister?s bare foot ground into the black girl?s face and the leather strap did its work. Soon Deela had been choked out again. Mom pulled Jamie off.

As Deela?s dad revived her, Mom whispered instructions to Jamie. Once Deela?s eyes were open and she was beginning to move, her father motioned for the fight to continue. Jamie jumped on the helpless girl and finished tying up her hands behind her back. Then she got another strap and eventually captured the black girl?s legs, even though she took two or three nasty kicks in stride. Deela cried and begged as she jerked at the straps trying to free herself.

Jamie picked up a thick strap and went to work. She whipped the skin on Deela?s back and ass bloody. When she got tired of that she grabbed one of the huge hand held dildos. She looked uncertain as to what to do with it. She used it as a club to pound the girl?s sides and back. Then she kicked Deela onto her back and dropped down on top of her. Mom yelled instructions and Jamie forced the dildo into the black girl?s mouth, pushing it in with both hands gagging the girl. Deela writhed on the floor. Jamie laughed and kept the thing in the girl?s throat until it looked like she might pass out then Jamie jerked it out and started using it as a club to punish the growing tits on Deela?s chest.

Then she dropped the dildo and bent over. Deela?s screams rose as my sister bite her hard little black nipples again and again until both buds were bloody. Then Jamie pinched and twisted them smearing the blood on her own hands. Deela cried and cried. Her mother looked away in disgust. Jamie continued to work on the nipples.

Suddenly Deela?s left hand came free. She ripped at Jamie?s face. Jamie rolled off the black girl saving her eyes. Deela frantically tried to free her neck herself. Jamie jumped on her punching and clawing driving the girl back onto the mat. Deela fought back with her left hand and did her best to free her right. Jamie captured the left hand and then pinned it down on the mat with her right knee. Then she started punching Deela?s face with both fists. Deela twisted her head back and forth, but she took at least half of the flurry of blows flush on the face. Her nose started pouring and her busted lips were shredded.

Exhausted, Jamie stopped punching. She grabbed the grabbed the loose strap end and wrapped it around the trapped left wrist. Deela groaned, but at least it wasn?t behind her back. Jamie picked up the already wet dildo and looked around behind her. She used it like a club and hit backwards slapping the thick head hard on Deela?s exposed mound. The new pain caused Deela to buck and twist. Jamie was unseated again.

Deela frantically struggled to free her left wrist and succeeded just as Jamie kicked her hard under the chin. Deela?s teeth crashed together and she hit the mat. She lay their stunned, barely moving but she wasn?t out. Jamie rolled the stunned girl onto her belly again and finished the job of tying her hands behind her back. This time Deela was trussed up like a turkey. Jamie was to the point of passing out herself, but at Mom?s insistence she picked up the dildo and used it for what it was intended. Deela screamed and cried for a full twenty minutes as my wild-eyed sister worked on her without mercy. When the time was up, Jamie bloody, sweaty and exhausted stood up and through her arms around my Mom in tearful joy. She had thoroughly dominated and punished her opponent, broken the boastful girl and humiliated her before her parents and sister.

Deela?s mother left in disgust with the sister. At least Deela?s father was there to pick up her broken form and carry her to the car. He returned quickly and handed my mom more money. Mom smiled and took it.

He said, ?Your little girl is quite a little hellcat. I think she could happily kill. My Deela has never lost a fight that badly to a girl her own age and size. But I think it might have been different if your girl hadn?t gotten the on top so quick.?

Jamie started to say something nasty, but Mom squeezed her shoulder and replied, ?It was a hard fight. I hope it doesn?t break Deela.?

He said, ?We?ll see. Melba and Nadine want to challenge you and your son to a fight to the finish after they both have healed.?

Mom said, ?We?ll see. We may not be fighting for awhile, but are you sure you want to do the boy girl fight. Nadine is a big girl, but my boy is close to getting his man?s strength and it might be too late for a boy girl fight.?

?We?ll think about,? he said. Then he continued, ?I was sorry about what happened to your husband. You were lucky you got out of that fight alive. Even Melba doesn?t want to mix it up with those two again.?

I acted like I didn?t hear it, but I had.

[seller]

ANOTHER GREAT STORY. THANK YOU.

[FemWrstlFan]

Fantastic story. Very exciting. You create some great story lines. Sounds like you have some fun stuff yet to come. Thanks for sharing it.

[MikeJV]

FANTASTIC!!!!! Other couple? Hmmm, now they sound scary.

MikeJV

[Jessikafights]

WICKEDLY EXCITING!!! LUVED IT!!! [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img]

You really are a MASTER of this genre' - BRAVO! [img]graemlins/cake.gif[/img]

Glad to sense there's LOTS MORE to CUM ... TEE HEE! ... in this series! ... [img]tongue.gif[/img] ... Wonder who killed Mom's husband? ... Here's guessing we're going to read about a "rematch", I hope? ... [img]graemlins/rose.gif[/img] ... Can't WAIT! ... [img]graemlins/clock.gif[/img]

Meaow!
Jessie
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