THE BIG SECRET- CHAPTER 5 by Mr. Cage

This work of fiction involves extreme violence and sexual activities between a male and female who for different reasons have agreed to participate in a savage battle for sexual dominance. As always, this is not for the squeamish, the sensitive, the empathic or the immature. Please do not read on if the written word is likely to harm or disturb you. This is a fantasy, not a how to do it book.

THE BIG SECRET ? Chapter Five by Mr. Cage

How did I get this way you ask? Well like most stories it begins with a little acorn. No, sorry, maybe I should use the one about the bent twig and how the tree grows. In any case this is the way I remember it.

In Chapter One I described my discovery of a secret floor under our guest house and the treasure find of recorded material hidden behind an electronic lock. In Chapter Two I took the exploration to another shocker: a brutal fight between my mother and grandmother. In Chapter Three Mom had two brutal fights with Rebecca and managed one win and a draw even though she was pregnant. In Chapter Four Mom and Dad fought Althea and Jim. It was a brutal affair and ended in my Dad winning and humiliating Jim and Althea winning and humiliating and hurting Mom. After that terrible beating I couldn?t imagine Mom facing any woman again, especially the very tough Rebecca. Rebecca had destroyed Mom in their first fight and nearly broke her in the next two fights. Rebecca and Mom hated each other so there was no way Mom could expect mercy. I knew Dad, Mom and my three older sisters had gone to fight Althea and her family and might not be home the entire weekend. So I bided my time and finally snuck away from Maria, our housekeeper, and my younger sister.

Imagine my surprise I checked out the comments section of Chapter 15 and found that not only was Mom fighting another brutal striking match with Rebecca, but she was did it the weekend following the brutal beating and milking by Althea. There was no way she would be recovered!

Dad had written: ?After her destruction and torment by Althea I thought Melinda would never fight again. Imagine my surprise that within three days we had another fight scheduled the following weekend. Melinda received a call from Rebecca while she was still in be convalescing. Rebecca informed her that she had heard from somebody who had heard that a big blonde bitch had gotten her ass kicked and then milked like a cow by a black fighter named Althea. Melinda was infuriated to hear that Althea had bragged about it but relieved to know that no names were being use. Rebecca had known Melinda had just delivered and put two and two together.

?Then Rebecca said she had a special challenge fight for Melinda that weekend. This infuriated Melinda even more since it was obvious Rebecca was looking to take advantage of her infirmity. Rebecca explained that she was battle damaged as well, in fact probably more so. She had fought in a eight girl elimination fist fight tourney and won her first fight five nights previously and her second fight the last night. Unfortunately the winner of the elimination fight had refused to fight on for the last round and Rebecca needed an opponent who was battle damaged to make it a reasonably fair fight and to please the spectators who were into the accumulation of injuries and the survival of the toughest.

?The fight fans paid $5000 a piece to watch the three nights of fights. The money was divided a quarter for the first round with eight girls splitting equally, a quarter for the second round with four girls splitting equally and a half for the last round with two girls splitting equally. Forty-five men and four women had paid and the promoter threw in another $5000 to bring the prize pool to $250,000. Melinda obviously wondered why the girls split equally. Rebecca said that the money was for the fighting, not winning or losing. Winning was getting to fight on and losing meant your head was shaved and all the paying guests got to fuck you, no holes barred, at the end of the match.

?The rules were a basically a no rules fist fight with taped fists, nude, in a small club?s boxing ring. The fists would be loaded and taped shut. Head butting, kneeing, kicking, elbows, biting were all allowed. The fighters would start standing up. If they fell they would be given thirty seconds on the ground and then stood up in their individual corners. The fight would restarted no matter what condition the fighters were in. At the end of each five minutes there would be a minute break. There was no quitting for three rounds and then quitting was allowed only before the start of the next round. If a woman was not standing at the beginning of a round she was assumed to be quitting. When a woman gave up the fight she would had her head shaved immediately and then fucked by the paying customers until they had all had her up to twenty minutes a piece.

?Melinda was skeptical, but Rebecca agreed to come to our place and show that she had in fact suffered damages at least equal to Melinda?s. After viewing both women?s bodies I?d say that Melinda?s breasts were obviously much more damaged and painful, but Rebecca?s belly and legs were at least as bruised and her face was a terrible mess. Both her eyes were black and still swollen. Her left eyebrow had stitches in it. Her left cheek was also stitched. Her lips were swollen and scabbed over. I had no desire for Melinda to risk that much. Her one fist fight had been bad enough, but to do something like this after the tit wringing she had just taken.

?But Melinda wanted to prove something to herself and Rebecca. She had suffered a humiliating defeat and couldn?t bear just laying in bed thinking about it. She hated Rebecca and she hated Althea. Right then and there she wanted to fight either one of them and Rebecca was available.

?I reminded her that the club was a public place. We had agreed to keep our mutual obsessions secret. But Rebecca had a ready answer. The fighters wore full face masks with see through eye coverings, open nostrils and open mouths. Hair would be tied in a ponytail. Only the loser would lose her mask. Rebecca was far less worried about her reputation than Melinda and I could tell she enjoyed saving this for last. Something about her arrogant attitude got to Melinda and against my better advice she accepted the fight. Rebecca smiled through her swollen, twisted lips in triumph. Well we all know what happened. I think both women were on self destructive paths and even after this I still refused to allow Melinda to engage in planned death fights although she?s wanted to a couple of times.

?Melinda: 20 years, 5?9?? 153 pounds, 42EE 28 36, long blonde hair, full bush, six weeks after giving birth, lactating. Rebecca: 38 years, 5?7?? 170 pounds, 42F 31 44, thick black hair, very hairy. Both women severely injured from recent fights.?

I shook my head in disbelief. I always thought Mom was crazy, but crazy in a Holier than Thou way. Instead she was a pain freak and sex maniac. And then I wondered how she and the rest of my family were faring against Althea and hers. My pointless musing at an end, I popped in disc 15, popped out my cock, and started stroking it in anticipation of seeing a fucking bloodbath. How bad could it be? I know Mom was still making babies years later. She had survived whatever happened.

The DVD started with Mom and Rebecca standing by her bed, both nude. Mom?s tits were solid black and blue and swollen. Her belly was black, red and blue. Her thighs and one skin were also badly bruised as were her arms. She turned around and her lower back was bruised. She and Althea had beaten the hell out of one another! Mom?s tits were surely bigger than Dad?s measurement. They looked like swollen black footballs and were hanging lower than ever do to the weight. Rebecca?s tits were naturally bigger than Mom?s but they looked about the same now except that Rebecca?s right tit was swollen badly on the outside and showed multiple bites around the nipple. In fact on close examination she had bites on her arms, shoulders, ass and both legs. Her face was indeed a mess and sure to open up almost immediately. I couldn?t tell which of the two had less business in a brutal fist fight, but that?s what they were going to do.

The scene digitized out and then flicked back on. Now I had a between the ring ropes view of my Mom?s ass leaning against the corner post. They were in a tiny ten by ten ring with four ropes in a badly lit, smoky club somewhere. There were rebel flags on the wall so it looked like some crappy ass country music bar. Put it this way, it was the kind of place my Mom wouldn?t want me to be caught dead in.

Across the ring was Rebecca. She wore a white cloth mask with elastic openings. Her black hair was in a ponytail. Her eyes were covered, but I assumed she could see through the material. Her fists were being loaded with a solid cylinder with grips and then taped shut. The crowd noise was loud and crude. I could hear some asshole yelling about he wanted to fuck the blonde one in her big tight ass. Oh yeah, this place had class. Of course, I guess you pay five thousand bucks you think you can yell anything.

An announcer?s voice said, ?As you can see Big Red is not here tonight. She has decided to runaway like a fucking bitch. But the 42F Assassin has agreed to fight Blondie. Blondie, as you can see, has been in a rough match or two recently. What?s more she?s a milkmaid, so if she looses everybody can take a drink. The house betting line right now is 3 to 2 on the 42FAssassin. So get your bets in. Round One begins in one minute.?

That got some loud cheering. The crowd was satisfied with Mom as a replacement for whoever Big Red had been. The minute counted down and a horn sounded.

Mom came out of her corner and moved forward cautiously. As she moved in a wide circle around Rebecca I began to worry she just wasn?t up to this fight, no matter how hurt Rebecca was. Rebecca was talking to her, but the roar of the mob covered it over. Mom said something back. Rebecca suddenly through a perfect thrust kick straight at my Mom?s already battered belly. Mom stepped back and it merely smacked her instead of gutting her.

Rebecca moved forward quickly. Her right fist came flying in. Mom?s left blocked it partially and it hit the side of her head. Her ponytail jumped and she ducked. The left missed her head entirely. Mom rose up and dug her own right deep into Rebecca?s bruised soft belly. The heavier woman grunted and back elbowed Mom on the ear knocking her sideways.

Rebecca drove a right hook into Mom?s left eye. Smack! Mom?s head snapped back and she spun halfway around. The facial mask covered the impact, but did nothing to lesson it. Rebecca kicked to Mom?s thigh. Thud! Mom groaned and staggered into the corner. It looked bad. Rebecca charged in. Mom threw a perfect mule kick backwards. Whether it was by design or by dumb luck, Mom?s right heel hit Rebecca right on her hairy mount. The blow was so solid it stopped her dead and caused both women?s bodies to vibrate.

Rebecca doubled over and grabbed herself. Mom leaned on the top rope and kicked into Rebecca?s face. Rebecca?s hands partially blocked the blow. She straightened up and backed away. The crowd was roaring with cruel satisfaction. They were going to get a good fight after all. Mom moved in and dug a fist into Rebecca?s left breast and then a left fist to the right ear. Rebecca bounced of the ropes and smashed my Mom in the mouth. Mom?s head snapped back. Rebecca?s right slammed into my Mom?s swollen, black and blue left tit. The crowd roared. You could see it hurt badly.

Mom moved backwards arm over her tit. Rebecca charged forward swinging hard with her right moving over the top of Mom?s blocking left arm. Mom took the punch flush on the eye covering. Her head rocked and she staggered back to the ropes. Rebecca came forward, but Mom?s defensive front kick hit the heavy woman on her hairy mound. Rebecca grunted and kicked back to Mom?s thigh. Sitting on the second rope, Mom kicked again, this time driving a hard lunging of the rope side kick into Rebecca?s belly.

Rebecca doubled over and grabbed for Mom?s hips to steady herself. Mom smashed her hard in the middle of the back, but Rebecca drove forward. Her shoulder hit Mom in the belly and pushed her into the ropes. Rebecca lay against Mom and took slams to the back. Suddenly she drove her left fist up to the underside of Mom?s right breast. The punch thudded into the heavy orb and lifted it up. Then I saw that it was more than a tit shot. Rebecca kept her fist in the underside of the tit and dropped her mask covered face to the top side of the breast. Mom?s screams showed that the fat bitch was biting her tit!

Mom pounded the back of Rebecca?s head and then her neck. Mom?s right knee snapped outward and then twisted to hit the side of the heavier woman?s left thigh. Without her hands Mom couldn?t pull the bitch?s hair and get her face away. Desperate Mom punched her own tit with her right hand, grazing the top side just to smack Rebecca in the side of her exposed left eye. Mom hammered her six times screaming with each desperate punch. The sixth time must have ruptured the stitches because the white cloth mask quickly reddened over the left eye. A seven punch knocked Rebecca off Mom?s tit.

Rebecca stepped back and rubbed at her eye with her arm. Mom looked down at her right tit. There were deep bite marks along the top of the bloated breast, blood dribbled from three particularly deep bites and milk leaked from Mom?s nipple. The crowd went absolutely bat shit wild. Rebecca gave up trying to clear up her vision. The see through mask must be giving her some problems since the left half of the white mask was quickly soaking through red.

Mom bounced off the ropes and came after the bitch, but the bell rang. The first brutal round was over. They women got no attendants, no treatments, no chairs, no water, nothing but the catcalls of the fuckers in the crowd. I heard Dad?s mumblings as Mom sat on the corner pad sucking in air, but I couldn?t make out the words. Sweat poured off her back and ass dripping on the dirty canvas.

Rebecca?s left eyebrow must have ripped open because from the brow down half of her white mask was sticky red. When they came out and circled I saw the blood on Mom?s tits. It had slowed to a dribble, but her black and blue tits now had a tint of red across the bitten one?s rounded bulge.

Mom jabbed. Rebecca blocked and kicked. Mom kicked. Rebecca connected with a hard shot to the outside of Mom?s right tit. Mom smashed Rebecca flat on the mouth. Rebecca caught Mom on the right cheek and then the left jaw. Mom fired a straight right through Rebecca?s hands and crushed her lips again. This time they ruptured and Rebecca was staggered. Mom?s left hit Rebecca on the right ear. Mom drove a knee into Rebecca?s crotch and the heavy woman fell forward onto her knees. Mom started to knee, but Rebecca encircled her legs and jerked her entire body backwards.

Mom?s feet came out from under her and she hit hard on her ass. Rebecca jumped through Mom?s legs and landed on her body. Mom closed her legs on Rebecca?s ass to keep her from climbing on top. As it was Rebecca hit Mom under the chin twice and continued to chop at her face while trying to get her teeth into Mom?s tits. Mom writhed on her back, punching the top of Rebecca?s head to keep her off her tits. The struggle ended when the referee blew his whistle and pulled them apart, pushing both women to their corners before restarting.

Rebecca rushed out of her corner and threw a high leaping kick. Mom tried to avoid it, but it took her right in the belly, knocking her back into the ring ropes where she slide down and landed on her ass. Rebecca fell on her other knee. She saw Mom on her ass and scrambled to her feet.

Rebecca tried to drive in a foot, but Mom had her own feet up. Rebecca?s foot hit Mom?s mound a glancing blow and then slid across her lap and to the floor. Mom?s returning upward kick caught Rebecca right between the legs and actually lifted her off her feet and put her down on her ass. The crowd roared. Mom hooked an arm over the second rope and pulled herself up. As she stood she got sick and puked through the ropes. Rebecca rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled for the ropes. She was obviously cunt busted and was having difficultly even crawling.

Mom recovered from her stomach spasm just as Rebecca managed to get up on her wobbly legs and lean her ass on the ropes for support. Mom came at her. Rebecca sat on the ropes until the last moment. Then she bounced up and circled away. Mom followed her slowly. Rebecca suddenly stepped forward and fired another high kick going for Mom?s weakened belly. Mom twisted and took the kick on the hip and grabbed the leg with her club fisted arm. Rebecca hopped for a second and Mom stepped forward, hooked her foot behind Rebecca?s other leg and pushed.

Rebecca hit the ground with her trapped foot still up in the air. She quickly moved to guard against a kick, but Mom dropped straight down, driving her knee into the black hairy mound without a moment?s hesitation. The crowd?s roar covered Rebecca?s scream, but you could see the agony as she sat up straight and hit frantically at the knee grinding into her mound. Mom?s face would have been a better target, but right then all she could think of is getting that knee off her mound.

Mom drove a fist straight into Rebecca?s chin. Her head snapped back and then she fell on her back. Mom climbed on top, a knee on each bicep and started a classic two handed beating of Rebecca?s already bloody masked face. It was merciless. The referee stopped it at the count of thirty and pulled Mom off and put her in her corner. Then he lifted Rebecca of the mat and dragged her to her corner. He sat her ass on the middle corner pad and then hooked her arms over the ropes. He stood away. She had ten seconds before he would let Mom come after her.

The ten seconds ended. Mom came for her enemy. Rebecca?s head was still slumped on her chest. Mom fired an uppercut into the woman?s face, her head snapped back and she slipped off the turnbuckle. Mom looked at the referee. He started a count of thirty. Mom propped her fists on the top rope and started driving knees into the sitting woman. She pounded Rebecca straight for thirty seconds. Then the referee pushed Mom away and sat Rebecca back on the turnbuckle.

Her entire mask was red now from the eyebrows down. Mom started back but the horn sounded and the round ended.

Rebecca recovered enough to stand at the start of the third round. She had five minutes of pain to go before she could surrender. Mom stalked her. Rebecca blocked and retreated. Mom kicked out at the woman?s ankle as she made a side step and tripped her up. Rebecca went into the ropes. Mom plowed her shoulder into the woman, then rammed a forearm under her chin and forced her head back over the rope. I?ll give Rebecca credit for hitting blinding at my Mom.

Mom yelled something, slowly lowered her head and bit into Rebecca?s swollen 42F tits. Mom held her there for the entire round while she bit away at the poor bitch?s tit flesh taking revenge about hundred times over for what had been done to hers. Mom?s head and neck got hit hard more than once, but she took it just to ravage the other woman?s tits. Soon blood was on my Mom?s mask from her lips and teeth. Blood dripped off Rebecca?s nipples and covered both women?s bodies and the dirty mat. Rebecca was just sobbing and flailing her arms at the end of the vicious tit munching.

Mom stood back at the sound of the horn and walked across the ring with both arms in the air, nodding her head at the roaring men. Rebecca fell to her knees then tit first forward to the mat. The referee picked her up and put her in her corner. The bloody imprint of her tits was outlined on the mat. Dad had lifted the camera up high just to get the picture. Rebecca sat on the turnbuckle moaning.

The referee approached her. She shook her head negatively. He waited until the beginning of the round and asked her again. She spit at him and stood ready to fight on rather than voluntarily surrender.

Mom yelled in glee and charged across the ring. Rebecca put all her resources in a sudden thrust kick. Mom saw the move coming like it was in slow motion and stopped well at of reach. Rebecca stumbled forward flailing her hands. Mom punched straight through the hands and smashed Rebecca on the nose. Rebecca wobbled and fell to her knees, blood bursting out of both nostrils. She reached out to grab Mom?s legs, but Mom had already stepped behind her. Mom put a foot into the middle of the kneeling woman?s back and pushed her face down on the mat.

Mom stomped on the small of Rebecca?s back several times. When she stopped Rebecca tried to crawl across the mat toward the ropes. She wouldn?t stop! Mom kicked her in the sides over and over again. The woman rolled onto her back and tried to kick back. She wouldn?t quit. Mom brushed the woman?s feet aside and cunted her with multiple stomps until Rebecca curled up in the fetal position. Mom stood above her and then stepped on the side of her 42F tits, crushing them to the floor before sitting down on Rebecca?s side.

Rebecca?s right arm was trapped under her and her left arm was trapped under Mom?s crotch. Mom left fist on the mat, leaned forward and pounded the side of the woman?s face with her right hand. She hit her more than twenty times before the referee separated them and sat Rebecca on the turnbuckle with her arms spread over the ropes. Mom used the woman?s tits as punching bags for the rest of the round.

Rebecca sat on the turnbuckle bleeding, barely breathing. The referee tried to revive her but her head just hung on her battered breasts. He looked off to the side like he was trying to distract everybody?s attention, then he kicked the ropes. Her ass slide off the rope and she hit the mat, still not moving. He lifted her up, but didn?t wrap her arms over the top rope. As soon as he let her go she fell on her ass.

The fight was over! A man wearing a big garbage bag a protective covering climbed into the ring pulled off Rebecca?s mask. Her face was unrecognizable, swollen lop-sided split open and covered in blood. He produced a pair of scissors and lopped off huge chunks of Rebecca?s black hair. Then someone handed him electric cutters and he methodically shaved her head. Once that was done they gave her smelling salts, cut off her tape and dragged her to the middle of the ring. A padded bench was brought in and she was placed on it.

I watched as forty nine fans, including the women, fucked her. She took it in the mouth, cunt and ass. Women used their fists or dildos. They sat on her face and wiggled until they came walking away with her blood on their thighs and pussies. I wondered if she had lived through it.

Then the picture cut to Rebecca in a hospital bed. Dad must have been using one of his hidden cameras because the image was black and white and looked like it was being shot through a tiny hole. The sound was barely audible.

Rebecca?s husband said, ?Her jaw?s broken too. The doctor is one of ours. In fact he was like the tenth guy in line to fuck her. You two have nothing to worry about, no blow back. When you?ve been doing this as long as she as has things can happen. She broke another woman?s neck once during a fight. The other woman recovered, but she walks with a crutch and it was touch and go for six months if she would ever walk. If you two keep on doing this shit, something will happen to you too. Just be warned.?

Dad?s voice said, ?I?m sorry, but Melinda won?t come. She acts like she doesn?t care, but I know now that the fight is over she?s worried.?

Rebecca?s husband replied, ?Rebecca will live, but after a beating and rape like that I think our crazy days are over. She did worse to the two women she beat than was done to her, so she can?t play the victim in this. And I understand Melinda. When I busted my knee in college football, none of the other players were comfortable sitting there. For anyone who puts there body at risk, its hard to see the results. It makes you vulnerable too when to do what you need to do you need to feel bulletproof.

Then the picture changed to Dad in the very chair I was sitting in.

He said to the camera, ?And that was the closest thing to a death fight I?ll ever let Melinda enter. I don?t care how obsessed she becomes. Pain is one thing, sex is another, but there has to be limits. And if she won?t place them I will for her and our children who decided to do this with us. Oh, Rebecca recovered physically, but I believe she stopped fighting permanently. So then this was the first time Melinda put another woman out of the life style.?

Exhausted, I left he room. I wondered again where my family was and what they were doing. I decided to give the Big Secret a break for a day and catch up on the things I had promised my Mom I would do over the weekend.

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 12, 2005 03:55 PM: Message edited by: MikeJV ]</font>