Girl Grudge continued part 5

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The equipment wranglers stripped off the gloves and put on belted leather straps around their sweaty waists. Each strap had a leather cuff attached by a six inch strap to the belt. When their hands were cuffed to their waists they couldn?t reach each other. I worried about this and considered giving them a means of balancing by putting on a neck strap and a suspending cable from the roof. If I had it would have been a different kind of battle for sure.

They started out with Chelsea smiling through her misshapen lips and promising to stomp the blonde?s belly until her womb fell out on the floor. To tell you the truth I don?t think it was trash talk. These girls wanted to personally ruin each other as women. This kind of hatred typically ended in a few seconds between the plunge of a knife or the pull of a trigger and the agonized realization of the victim. In our case we were artificially prolonging the hatred, heating and reheating it, turning into a kind of emotional steel.

Chelsea tried the first kick, a stomp kick to the blonde?s left knee. It?s hard to balance on one foot with your hands tied to your waist. Chelsea?s foot grazed the outside of Jessica?s calf, missing the knee entirely and she staggered off balance into the white girl. Their hands strained to get at each other, but it was useless. Jessica through a knee and almost fell. Chelsea threw a knee and scored with a meaty thud to Jessica?s muscular thigh. Jessica slammed her big bruised tits into the swollen misshapen orbs spread across Chelsea?s hard chest wall. Both women gasped in agony, but Chelsea was off balance from the knee. The black girl fell backwards with her hands desperately tugging at the straps instinctively trying to find her balance. Thud and she was down on her back.

Jessica looked surprised. Then she raised her foot and stomped. It was too late. Her foot was headed toward the black girl?s crotch. Instead a black foot exploded in the white crotch from below and threw the blonde backwards. She staggered and fell to one knee. Chelsea whipped her legs around and struggled to one knee. Getting of the ground without hands is not easy. Jessica stood despite the pain in her cunt and delivered her first real kick, a football kick to Chelsea?s jaw. Chelsea twisted desperately and the kick thudded into her tortured weeping left breast. The black girl screamed and fell backwards on her back again.

Jessica lunged forward and this time her stomp to the cunt landed firmly. Chelsea cried out and twisted on her hip. Jessica almost fell. The blonde lifted her foot for another stomp going for the black girl?s exposed ribs. On her hip, Chelsea scissor kicked surprising the blonde. Jessica screamed and found herself falling hard on her side as her feet flew out from under her.

They struggled to their feet and exchanged glancing kicks to the shins and ankles. Each assault ended with the attacker stumbling. I was afraid this round would prove to be disappointing to the foot fetish guy who I designed it to satisfy. I made a note to go back to the drawing board, but it was too late now. Then I realized I?d already lost count of knockdowns, which was the way I had intended to determine the winner. I smiled as I realized that so far every time one fell the other hit the ground soon after. Well it was a failed experiment; maybe my foot guy would at least appreciate the effort and enjoy the mutual whipping that was sure to follow a tie.

The second round started out the same. Glancing kicks to the shins and ankles were as dangerous to the kicker as the kickee. They got in close and threw knees. Knees cracked against each other and the women went down on their asses. This was getting embarrassing. The refs looked at me for some hint as to what to do. This just wasn?t working.

Then the happy entrepreneurial intervention of the two tangled bitches came into play. On their asses well with in foot range they started kicking. In seconds it was a fist fight with feet. Heels and souls smacked into faces, tits, bellies, and crotches. And even the blocked shots against each other?s legs and feet seemed to add to the flurry of action. They slammed away in a whirlwind until the kicking drove them apart on the plastic matting.

Then rather than stand up, Jessica reached down with her hands pressed up and scooted forward driving her feet up into Chelsea?s bloody face. The black girl was knocked on her back. Jessica raised her right heel high with her leg straight and brought down a classic heel strike on the black girl?s heaving lower belly. Chelsea gasped and sat up with a wild look on her face. Then her face twisted, she vomited on her own tits and she fell back moaning. Jessica aimed another strike for the black girl?s cunt, but Chelsea rolled to the side and tangled the white girl?s leg between her own. It was another fortuitous innovation.

Now the foot fist fight turned into a grappling match again without hands. Jessica was desperate to keep her leg from being twisted off. She used her free foot to heel kick to the small of Chelsea?s back. Then when that didn?t work she drove the sole of her foot into Chelsea?s firm black ass and literally pushed the black girl off the trapped foot.

Chelsea rolled over as soon as she lost the trapped foot. Her feet flew and she caught Jessica in the cunt twice before the white girl?s feet were up. They missed everything but each other?s legs for the last furious minute of the round.

Having watched the action I made a note that maybe the best foot fight would be staged by putting the fighters in a tight area like a hall way, hands strapped to the wall and let them kick and stomp with no way to retreat or block. Before I drew it out on a napkin the third round started.

The girls had adapted. They slammed into each other and almost immediately fell. In fact, I think both fell on purpose thinking that it was better to be on your ass kicking up with both feet than standing and trying to keep your balance while kicking down with one. In any case they came down well within range. Both girls dug their trapped hands into the mat and tried to hold position.

Feet flashed. Bare feet smacked into the back of knees, into calves, into the back of thighs and into feet. But one in five kicks landed elsewhere. Jessica?s bloated right boob seemed to be a magnet for the heel and sole of Chelsea?s left foot. Jessica had a similar success with her short heel stomps down into the black girl?s belly. More than once the white heel dug into the sweaty black flesh and slide down to ground against the top of the mound. They kicked and kicked and no one gave an inch until the end of the round. Damn, these bitches were inventive as well as vindictive. As they dragged the girls apart one of the refs shot me a secret smile and gave me the thumbs up.

The fourth round was identical accept that the girl?s aim was improving. Jessica seemed to guard her boob, but left her face open. Chelsea?s toes dug in to the forehead, scratched the cheeks and even caught a nostril in passing. But it was the black girl?s hard heel to the nose that knocked the blonde on her back and sent a short lived gusher of blood out of both nostrils. Once the blonde was down the black girl cruelly heel struck Jessica?s mound. I think if Chelsea had been thinking clearly she would have gone back to the damaged area of the blonde?s lower belly. Instead she obviously wanted to de-sex the blonde bitch. The drum like thud of bone on bone caused every man to cross his legs.

Jessica moaned and this time she scissored her legs around the offending black ankle and rolled. Chelsea cursed and twisted to her hip to avoid having her ankle broken. She couldn?t kick Jessica off because her free foot was basically under her. The blonde held on until the round break. Theoretically it was still tied.

The fifth round started with the body slam and fall. This time they were even closer. They had to lean back propped on there restrained hands to get in decent kicks. Feet were milling in air striking down heel first and the rising like some infernal bicycling. Faces and tits were the first targets in this type of face. Chelsea was stunned by a hard heel to the forehead. Then the blonde struck both the busted orbs on the black girl?s chest. Chelsea managed to keep braced and her retaliation was a heel to Jessica?s busted mouth. The scabs ripped open and the swelling redoubled.

Jessica moaned and endured the new cascade of blood down her chin onto her tits. That blood was quickly smeared and splattered as the black girl tried to walk a hole in the blonde?s fat tits. With Chelsea leaning back at a greater angle the blonde?s heels were smacking into her upper belly and hammering further backwards. Jessica blinked after Chelsea?s bare foot had smashed across her eyes and drove a hard heel down at sharp ankle hooking into the top of the black girl?s mound. This time Chelsea screamed and twisted around going for the leg twist, but the blonde had learned.

Jessica jerked her foot away as Chelsea closed her thighs on nothing and twisted to the side. Chelsea?s lower back was suddenly exposed and Jessica pumped her feet into Chelsea?s kidneys and spin causing the black girl to rotate even further away. Now the blonde was stomping between the shoulders and to the back of the head. Chelsea scrambled an slide trying to get away and the blonde wiggled on her ass pushed along like a centipede by her digging fingers still kicking at the black girl?s back. Chelsea took a pounding until the end of the round.

Well it wasn?t what I had planned, but it worked and the girls had proven that hatred was the mother of invention. Anyway, I happily declared a tie which meant thirty lashes to each. They were breathing heavily, and busted up but no where as exhausted or busted up as in the third round. Both girls swayed a little unevenly when we put their feet in their shoes. Chelsea won the toss and she got the first lash. By ten lashes both girls were screaming and covered in sweat, but they anxiously grabbed the strap as we turned them around for the next exchange. Jessica?s back and ass was hamburger red and bloody. It looked far worse than Chelsea?s but as I already knew black skin hid a lot of damage and Chelsea?s back and ass were bright red and dripping with steaming blood.

The final fight of the first day was to be the first free moving battle, an old fashioned stand-up fist fight. Every knockdown was to be stood-up and fighting set to begin after ten seconds ready or knot. A knockout would get you stood up in the corner where you might have to take a dozen shots before you fell again. At least the fists weren?t loaded this time. We gave them rubber hand grips and then taped their hands firmly and thickly. The tape was of course abrasive as if they needed any more help to open each other up. Blows anywhere with the fists, elbows and head were allowed. Kicking was punishable with twenty lashes. This fight had a high possibility of ending in someone?s death so I held my breath. That was the last thing I wanted. It would spoil the next days no rules bitch fight to a finish.

[MikeJV]

WHOA... Aerdome job cage, a couple wrong words, just great job!

MikeJV