Elevator Fight Club II - Stileto to Remember

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.

Elevator Fight Club II ? Stiletto to Remember by Mr. Cage ? comments at [email protected]

Jason Greene was getting bored. It had been a month since his last fight. Melissa, his wife, was still complaining about pains in her tits from the couples fight. The young black couple?s Black Panther masks were hanging on Jason?s trophy wall. A lucky boot stomp on the nuts had taken out the black stud. Beating his wife had taken longer than expected since she had turned Melissa?s big boobs into black and blue balloons, but fucking her was worth the wait. Timmy had a broken hand, not from fighting but from a dirt bike wipeout. Sarah had just come home last week with a blood drenched green mask from a Latina gang girl. Sarah?s nipples were still leaking and her belly was a large single dark bruise. From the pictures she had taken from her victory he was surprised the Cleaners hadn?t been called. The brown girl had been beaten bloody. When her mask was stripped off her eyes were swollen close and her nose was spread across her face. Sarah had been so furious with the tit biting that she had stood over the bitch at the finish stomping soccer cleats down repeatedly on the girl?s face and tits. The elevator floor was red with blood. Sarah had added to it with a brutal ten inch dildo rape that had lasted an hour before exhaustion caused her to give up the punishment. The gang girl had been left covered in piss and feces with racial slurs written in her own feces on her badly bruised lower belly. It had been a great victory, but now Sarah was not fit for fighting for at least another month.

They had to turn down two challenges on their family tag. He had four couple tags spread about: one with each kid and two with his wife. There was only one challenge on the one he and his wife shared. It was time to go on the prowl for a singles match. He had won the right to place a red tag in a downscale high-rise office park by breaking a skinny young white surfer dude. The blonde had fought out of his weight class and had paid the price. At 190 Jason was not large enough to fight in the unlimited ranks. He liked fighting, but he did not like losing. If he could beat the crap out of a 160 pound bitch boy so much the better. He had been amazed when the boy had accepted the challenge, but felt no guilt in his relatively easy victory. He had turned down three challenges by 220 pound plus guys looking for easy meat. The last one had scrawled faggot across his tag. He probably had a bad reputation in this downscale arena, so fuck them and the horse they rode in on. He wasn?t looking to a guaranteed ass-fucking.

He removed the old tag and replaced it with a clean version. He noted there were a few other blank red tags on the parking garage?s service elevator. He scanned a couple with no luck. This was a strictly handwritten area and the scrawl was not picked up by his scanner. He scanned a clearly written third tag and found another underweight challenger who was open to unlimited challengers. Figuring he would never get a response or a negative notification he placed his electronically printed tag over the scrawled tag. Let them know there was some class in the building. He checked the data base the next couple of days, then when there was no joy drove back to the lot. The challenge had been answered. The fight was on for Saturday at two in the morning. His cock got hard immediately and he pulled around the corner and paid a street whore twenty bucks to suck him off in the ten minute parking zone.

In private battles he liked to wear a black mask. He looked at his own, but decided he wanted to wear the Black Panther trophy mask. It lacked a butting strip, but it was thick leather and solidly padded over the nose and eyebrows. He decided to use the black trophy gloves that went with it. Getting hit by the gloves had been revealing. The bastard had not used metal stays like Jason?s high end gloves, but had stitched in the striking part of a set of sawed off bolts under a heavy leather strap, not illegal but not sporting. He of course used his own black, steel soled and tipped combat boots. He packed his camera, food, cuffs, and tools of torture into two bags and told Melissa to be ready to pick him up after the fight. She hated when any of them fought singles matches.

As he was the challenger he got in the elevator on the top floor. This was a smaller elevator, guard rails, but still no padded surfaces. It was dirty and stained with the aftermath of at least a dozen fights. The stench of fear, blood and piss was heavy in the air. His cock got rock hard as the elevator started down. He was braced for a blitz attack as each floor passed. Three floors down the door opened to reveal a Jeep Cherokee parked close by.

Suddenly a pale skinned red head female in a white mask stepped from behind the Jeep. She was tall and beach-ball busted, huge round pale tits with freckles and multiple white scars covering both globes. This was a veteran of many battles. Like his own wife she had chosen high heel boots, but these were bright red cavalier boots with stiletto heels. She was thick, strong, hairy and in her forties. She wasn?t a dagger dyke, but she definitely was a man-beater. You could see her eyes light up as she looked at his cock and place a target on his swinging hairless balls. He planned to teach her a long and brutal lesson.

She smiled. He wasn?t fooled. As he predicted her very first move was a quick as lighting snap kick to his nuts. He took the hard toe on his hip and grabbed for her ankle. He caught it but the bitch had strong legs and good balance. She jerked her foot away and slammed her heavy right fist into his face. One punch and his mouth bled. His head bounced off the wall. Her right foot touched the floor with a scrap as her heel grated, then lifted off with a knee back toward his balls. She was a ball breaker for sure. He twisted away and the knee popped the swollen head of his cock causing his organ to bounce without much pain.

He fired from his left shoulder as he moved around her. His bolt fronted knuckles hit her on the left side of her face and sent her hair flying as she spun around. He fired a right into the small of her back, but she wasn?t finished spinning. Her back fist crashed into his temple and knocked him into the corner of the dirty elevator. She kicked and speared his left thigh drawing blood as she punctured his flesh and then jerked her leg down. This time he didn?t bother to grab the leg. Instead he braced his ass back against the corner and kicked with his right boot.

She screamed as his steel toe to her cunt lifted her off her high heels. She wanted to bust balls, fine, he would cunt bust her first. She staggered against the wall and ducked under his following right. She was hurt, but that didn?t stop her from lunging into his belly head first. He was thudded back into the corner. Her left hand grabbed his cock and twisted. He couldn?t stop the scream from exiting his mouth, but he managed to drive an elbow down on the back of her neck. She made a strange sound and fell to the ground freeing his cock.

He grabbed her hair where it exited the back of the mask and jerked her head up. A knee to her mouth knocked her on her back. Blood bubbled as she breathed through split lips. He raised his boot to crush her mound, but got stabbed by her double kick. Lucky the gashes were to his inner thighs and not his ball sack. This bitch?s stilettos should be illegal. No edged or pointed weapons were allowed.

He retreated out of range of her foot spears and she scampered back to the far wall getting to her feet. They were both breathing heavy and happy to have escaped some of the more brutal intent they had shown one another. She spit blood out of her mouth. He did the same.

She snarled, ?Well a prick who knows how to fight. I thought you all had turned into faggots.?

He watched her waiting for another blitz attack and mumbled back, ?Where can I get a set of those beach balls for my pool or are those tits, its hard to tell.?

She circled with her hard fists ready. They exchanged jabs and blocked kicks. She was fast and hit like man. He staggered her with a left right to her prominent nose and got blood dribbling out of the mask?s nose holes. She caught him on both cheeks and he knew his eyes were swelling quickly. He blasted her mouth twice and forced her back into a corner.

Stepping in quickly to avoid a kick or knee to the crotch he pressed his weight against her and fired rapid short punches up into the undersides of her trapped beach balls getting her moaning and groaning quickly. The pale tits turned bright red with heat. He stepped back tired of having his kidneys punched and drove a right hard into her nose. This time blood spurted out of both nostrils. She wobbled and lunged forward hugging him.

He wrestled with her mindful of his balls and cock. One slip and her roughed up glove would crush his balls or rip the skin off his hard cock. Grunting against each other for a couple of minutes his strength won out and he had her against the wall. His cock was flat up between their bellies and he wanted to fuck her hard. Unable to overpower him she twisted and suddenly her sharp white teeth were deep in his shoulder. The pain was shocking. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her back. Too late he realized his cock was straight and there was at least nine inches between their bellies. The bitch?s knee lifted his hanging balls up and crushed them against his body.

Red explosions in the brain blinded him. He instinctively grabbed her hard biceps and held on. She pushed and shoved. He felt his knees starting to give. She slammed him back into the doors and moved to put some punching distance between them. He saw a thick red nipple two inches from his sagging head. She drove a knee up, but his thighs caught it. She cursed and twisted to throw another knee. Her big nipple bounced closer to his face filling his returning eyesight with rubbery tissue. He pulled her forward by her arms and fastened his teeth into the thick rubbery aureole surrounding the nipple. The agonized scream helped revive him and got his drooping cock hard again.

She ripped at his short hair and then hooked a finger under one of the mask laces to pull his head back. He held onto the nipple flesh like dog with a bone. Her screams and curses were delightful, but the frantic fists to his forehead were not. He let go of the bloody nipple and the beach ball fell back on her chest. She grabbed it with one rough hand and he realized his left hand was no longer on her bicep. He curled up his fist and drove it into her lower belly just above her hairy mound. She was gasping for air at the time and her muscle shield was slack. He felt the bolt tipped fist sink in deep.

The woman let loose a long mournful cry that sounded like, ?Augggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you fucker.?

She stumbled backwards on her heels. He stumbled forward slamming into her tits and driving her back into the wall. Her fists pounded his ribs and her knees worked his thighs. He bit the inside of her right tit, moved to the top of the tit and then back to the stretched connecting tissue. She pounded the back of his neck and he almost fell on his knees. He pushed back and took a hard right to his nose.

Blood squirted and he felt his legs wobbling again. He dodged an incredible high kick. When the right toe missed his chin she brought down the leg trying to break his shoulder he guessed. He fell back enough so the stiletto ripped a gash down his shoulder and across his chest. The gash burned and dribbled hot blood. She staggered when the boot finally hit the floor. It was his time. He kicked to the side driving the sole of his left combat boot into her meaty left thigh. He felt the treaded soles grind hard against the thighbone.

She staggered now dead-legged for a moment. Her claws came out and she raked his chest trying to tangle him in another wrestling match. He sank first his right and then his left fist into her beach balls. And sink his fists did. The bolt tipped knuckles penetrated deep. The once pale now bright red basketball tits deformed. His fists sank in wrist deep before rebounding.

Again he was rewarded with a long mournful, ?Augh!?

She fell against back wall. He savagely swept her ankles out from under her. The stilettos screeched across the floor as she landed hard on her big ass. The steel toe of his right boot smashed into her cunt before the ass jiggling stopped. She screamed and grabbed her mound. He stomped on her hands. These were no mercy fights and he had no chivalry left in him. The last kick to his balls had dried up the milk of human kindness in his bruised sack.

She closed her legs on his third kick. He dropped down driving a knee into the top of her tits crushing them and driving her down the wall. The shift ended with her right basketball on the elevator floor and his knee on the inside of the right tit pushing down.

She screamed and writhed as her massive tit was crushed between metal and bone. He grabbed for her wrists to keep her hands from getting to his dripping cock. She cried and kicked causing his knee to grind in and pinch the trapped tit. She was strong and her hands almost got to his bouncing cock more than once. When he held her off she tried to get her mouth to it, but she was nailed by the tit to the floor.

?God damn my tit, you fucking whore shit bastard.?

He bounced on his knee and replied, ?Shut the fuck up you plastic tit man cunt.?
She writhed underneath him suffering terribly. He held her hands unable to strike her. Her legs kicked and kicked frantically moving her body inch by inch. His knee slid across the trapped tit flesh essentially like a roller pin on a mound of dough. Whatever was inside that beach ball as his knee approached the now pinched off flesh ballooning behind the bitten nipple squirted out! A stream of milky blood squirted across the floor and she screamed like he had knifed her in the cunt. Her spasms threw him off her busted tit and he rolled to the wall across the wet tit blood and pulled up.

She was on her knees holding her lopsided tit and moaning. He saw stunned defeat in her terrified eyes. How many men had she destroyed in this elevator? Before she could start begging he drove the toe of his right boot into the under side of her still round left beach ball. She squealed and amazingly grabbed his ankle. He jerked his foot away and prepared to kick her again. She rolled on her hip screaming as her destroyed tits rolled on her chest, but still scissor kicked his planted angle.

He hit the metal floor hard. She lunged for his cock with both hands. Her bagged tits flopping and squirting bloody lymph as her knees crossed the metal floor. His left ankle wasn?t broken, but the leg was useless for the moment. He rolled onto his right hip and covered his cock with his right hand. He brought his left knee up to cover his blocking hand and then met her lumbering charge with a left fist to her mask covered eyebrow. The impact hurt his shoulder, but instead of charging into him her face hit the floor inches away from his dripping cock. Her tits deflated on the floor and she groaned already beginning to wake up from the skull rattling punch.

He rolled over her head and ended up lying on her back crushing her tits into the metal. She gasped and clawed the bloody floor trying to push up. He grabbed the back of her red hair, pulled her face up from the floor and then rammed it down. He repeated the motion remembering after awhile to count to ten and stop. She was still breathing, but not even the terrible pain that much have been raging through her nervous system from her ruined tits could get her to move. She was knocked the fuck out as the saying goes.

Exhausted he unlaced her mask and tied her hands with the lace not wanting to risk a recovery while the elevator went back to his bags. Then he moved down her back. He brutally punched her kidneys with both bolt loaded fists until the lower back turned from pale white, to bright red, to dull blue. Then he spread her firm ass cheeks and spit blood on her puckered asshole. His cock head was swollen angry red and his shaft hurt from his glove but he wedged the swollen head into the tight hole. She moaned slightly and her legs trembled. It took six thrusts to get his eight inches in deep. He reached up her broken body grabbed her wet stringy red hair and began to ass fuck her with no mercy. He was tired and ready to blow but he managed to delay the massive cum dump for twenty minutes. Then he drained his balls into her ass. This time she moaned and sobbed.

He staggered to the elevator button and pressed his floor button. He took his time eating and drinking while dressing some of his wounds. She managed to roll onto her side and began struggling with the laces. He got out the plastic cuffs and took three steps into the elevator and buried his right boot in her womb. She cried out. The laces came loose and she grabbed herself crying.

He kicked her face down again and twisted her arms behind her back grinding her ruined tits into the metal. Cuffing her he found her cursing and crying had gotten him hard again. He went bag to his back and got a large butt plug and filled her ass. Then he set up the camera. He pulled off her mask. Her face was swollen and covered in blood and sweat, but she had been an attractive bitch for sure. He started taunting her, trying to tear her soul apart.

She struggled with the cuffs and rolled onto her side again so he put metal clamps on her nipples. She squealed and begged now. He ran a chain between the bloody nipple clamps and then down between her legs, around the protruding end of the butt plug and then up to her cuffed hands. Now when she struggled she fucked her own ass.

?How many men have you busted up bitch?? he demanded.

She screeched, ?Fuck you.?

He pulled on the chain that was tight against her wet belly pulling her nipples, sliding the chain between her cunt lips, moving the butt plug up and down. He repeated the question. She repeated the answer. And he repeated the cycle six times.
She finally screamed ?Forty-two wins and six losses.?

He asked, ?Six??

She screamed out, ?Seven, you bastard.?

Laughing he thought about forcing her to suck him off, but didn?t trust her own sense of self-preservation to keep her from biting off his cock. She he rolled her on her back driving the butt plug in deeper. He grabbed the chain and pulled it to the side spreading her cunt lips and grinding the left side.

?Open for business,? he taunted.

He spit red fluids from his mouth into her hole and then plunged his cock into her sex reminding her that she was now being fucked by her own shit. He pounded away and managed to last eight minutes before squirting. Standing up he held his dripping cock above her mouth, angled the camera just so put his boot on her misshapen tit and twisted. When she screamed she opened her mouth and he filled it with bloody piss.

As she gagged and cried, he packed up his supplies. Then he stripped off her gloves and boots. He thought about fucking her with her own stilettos, but she was too close to being a Cleaner job so he didn?t.

Instead he put the boots in front of her and said, ?My wife is almost as big as you, accept for those ridiculous tits you used to have. I think I?ll give her your boots as a little present. Maybe someday you and she can discuss their owner ship. I?ll leave you her challenge code should you ever work up the courage to try and fight again.

He kicked her in the belly again and methodically removed the torture device. Finally cutting the cuffs he left the elevator immediately. He drove down to her location and found her Disaster Recovery Phone. A woman?s voice answered and he told her to come and pick up what was left of the best fuck he had had in years. The woman threatened him and he apologized that her girl friend couldn?t come to the phone because his cock was in her mouth.

He had was a pleasant ride home that night.

With thanks to John's MILF character.

WOW!

Are we on a roll?

(next me we need to call the Cleaners....)

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"It's a Family affair..."

WOW.... freakin awesome.... and HE won this time, WOOT! great work cage! I have to agree though, as GREAT as all the elevators fights are.... it's been too long since I read a good fatal, next fight in this series I'd love to see 'The Cleaners" called to take away what ever is left of th loser.... minusa trophy or 2 of course. *wink*

BTW: I'm currently seeking story ideas, if ya have any send'em my way by PM, of if one of the chosen, by email. *smile*

MikeJV