Elevator Fight Club III - Stilettos to the Finish by Mr. 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.

Elevator Fight Club III ? Stilettos to the Finish by Mr. Cage ? comments at [email protected]

Jason Greene had broken a rule of the Fight Club; he had purposefully revealed someone?s challenge tag and location to another. Of course, no one reported him and as the months went by he forgot about it. He had hoped to set up a savage stiletto match between his wife Melissa and the red headed bitch he had so brutally beaten and humiliated. He had presented the bitch?s cavalier style scarlet red stilettos to Melissa as a trophy upon coming home from his hard won fight. He didn?t tell her he had basically told the broken woman who had proudly worn them to come and take them back if she could from his wife. She had taken to wearing them to fights using them to great effect on bellies, tits, balls, legs and one cunt. She had been on a year long winning streak since they had beaten that family of four. Sarah had won four matches in a row before getting whipped by a black girl. His daughter was still smarting over that and still healing. She had declined to have plastic surgery on her nose and had been lucky it had healed with only a small bump. Timothy had lost two and won two during the same time. He had been taking on larger and larger opponents testing him self while he thickened and grew stronger with age. He was an inch taller than Jason and almost as heavy. Jason hoped he would smarten up and use Jason?s strategy of challenging smaller individuals and refusing challenges from anyone significantly bigger than himself. But the boy was young and courage and calculation didn?t yet go hand in hand.

He was looking for a new couples fight, but with the economy most people were busy living to work rather than working to live. So when Melissa got a one on one challenge at her favorite singles place from someone within ten pounds of her weight he didn?t have a counter proposal. He had a business trip and suggested she put off the fight. She laughed at him and said she would use Sarah and Jim as her disaster recovery plan. On the night of the fight, Jim was off fucking a cheerleader and Sarah held down the phone waiting to celebrate with her Mom when the fight was over.

Off Melissa went with the red stilettos. Sarah still warned that wearing heels in a fight was stupid, but her mom argued just as firmly that she had worn heels for years and her balance was as good with them as without. It was another old argument between the two of them and not for the first time Sarah wished that for one night Melissa wasn?t her mother and she could kick some sense into the older woman.

For her single matches Melissa had acquired a pink and white theme vampire mask with bloody fangs stitched around the mouth. She wore a matching set of white and pink abrasive leather gloves with the cut-off bolt heads between two leather straps over the knuckles. Jason had switched all their gloves to the bolts. They had real bruising advantages over the more expensive metal stays.

Her singles venue was a well maintained 1960?s office building only ten stories tall. It had a security camera in the elevator. The night guard was paid to deliver the recording flash drive to whoever walked out first. He was also charged with letting in a club paid janitor to clean up the elevator so no questions would arise. Jason might even be able to see the video on the Elite Members Site the next day if Melissa chose to post it.

Melissa arrived wearing a long raincoat carrying two bags and checked in with the security guard. He had already cycled the lobby and elevator cams to an empty loop recording. The only real recording would be made in the freight elevator at the rear of the elevator bank. He nodded signaling that the other opponent was already on the top floor. Melissa went to the elevator and took it up to the fourth floor stopping at each floor before sending it up to the top floor, floor by floor, to pick up her challenger. She pulled on her mask and tossed her coat on top of her two bags. She hoped her opponent would be a woman, but she was ready for a man.

Her thick nipples were hard and her 38DD implant firm tits glistened with sweat. The mirrored elevator door showed her thick rubbery aureole and smooth waxed cunt. Her long dark blonde hair hung out from under the ties of the back of her vampire mask. She looked good and planned on taking advantage of most men?s hesitation when first looking at a nude woman in spike heels. A swift kick to the balls would give her a nice early advantage.

She watched the elevator come down, stopping at each floor. She had the element of surprise in her favor. The elevator approached. She readied herself. The door opened and she was facing a big, mature red head with basketball sized tits that dwarfed her own. The tits bore scars and lumps from previous fights and maybe a reconstruction. The woman had muscular arms, shoulders, thick firm belly and hard large thighs. She might be stronger than Melissa, but Melissa had whipped stronger men. The obvious experience was the only thing that worried the dark blonde fighter.

The bitch wore a pink mask with a skull?s head stitched into the middle of the forehead. Her gloves were pink and thick showing signs of loading. She wore cavalier boots identical to the ones that Melissa wore only they were in pink as well. She was firmly balanced on her spikes and looked every bit as familiar with heel fighting as Melissa.

The bitch said, ?Those are my boots, cunt. Your husband took them from me and now you?re going to pay the price.?

At that Melissa suddenly recognized those tits. Jason had destroyed this cunt totally months ago. These were indeed her boots. How had this one bitch found her in the maze of anonymity that was meant to shroud the Elevator Fight Club? Melissa?s surprise attack was blunted so she merely stepped inside the elevator and moved to the corner as the door shut and the woman pushed in the stop button. At the sound of the alarm bell the fight began.

The woman snapped a heel kick to Melissa?s thigh showing the red head was going to use her stilettos early and often. Melissa slammed her left hand down and twisted turning the boot to the side. The stiletto heel grazed the outside of her firm thigh and thudded into the elevator wall. Melissa?s bolt knuckles smashed into the outside of the woman?s left basketball sending the fat encased plastic bag shuddering like a balloon filled with jelly. Big Red groaned and delivered her own fist to Melissa?s mask covered face crushing the blonde?s lips and starting the first swelling.

The blonde?s right knee collided with the red head?s hairy snatch driving her back to the center of the elevator. With the new distance, Melissa had room to kick. She side kicked and drove her right foot heel first into the other woman?s hairy triangle trying to clit her. The stiletto was off target and left a nasty red indentation on the woman?s left thigh. The sole of the toe area hit the red tangle straight on and drove the red head back another step getting a grunt from the bitch.

Melissa slammed a roundhouse left straight into the right tit before the bitch recovered. This time she was rewarded with a long groan and the wonderful feel of her fist sinking into the tit flesh. The big basketball engulfed her fist and she actually felt warm flesh touch her forearm before the tit expelled her. The red head fell back into the corner and kicked out defensively. The toe just missed Melissa?s waxed mound and forced her to retreat.

The red head was sweaty and both tits blotched. So far she had taken a beating, but she was not out of it. Fights between experienced brawlers, especially equally matched women, could go on long past the point where initial wounds mattered at all. The big woman kicked again to make Melissa back up and came out of the corner head hunting.

Melissa?s right eye got crushed by the red head?s left fist. Her lips were ruptured by a right. A knee to the cunt and a forearm to the tits followed. But, the blonde wasn?t standing still. She slammed a left into the red head?s nose that started both nostrils dribbling and nailed both tits with balloon buster fists. The red head grappled and used her weight to push Melissa back into the wall. The boots protected the back of their calves from mutual spike drags. Melissa?s 38dds were smashed flat by the basketballs. Only her nipples stood up to the big tit assault dueling tip to tip with the red head?s large nipples.

In close knees and elbows did some damage to both women. Melissa?s nails ripped long scratches in the red head?s hard biceps and down her sweaty back. Cursing from the cat work, the red head retaliated with a left tit claw. Melissa suffered and watched the bitch drop her head to get a good view of the claw work. Melissa brought her butting strip down across the bitch?s nose and right eyebrow. The clash of head stunned Melissa and knocked the red head backwards, blood spurting from her nose and draining out of her right eye hole. The head butt had busted open the bitch?s eyebrow, a major point for the blonde.

Melissa slammed a right into the staggering red head?s mouth and knocked her hard into the wall, now the lips were busted open as well. A low right to the navel bent the bitch over and Melissa went for a guillotine choke. She didn?t get the neck, but she had the woman?s face in a painful grind against her forearm and the basketball tits swinging free for her knee strikes. She twisted on the woman?s neck and rammed her ass from wall to wall while kneeing her and grinding her face. The woman jammed her own ass into a corner and planted her feet. Melissa?s right knee crushed the bitch?s fat tits again and again. The woman?s groans were muffled by the arm grinding across her bloody nose and ruptured mouth. Melissa drove the knee up again feeling the hot tit bounce, but this time the red head?s right hand snaked between Melissa?s thighs to fasten on her cunt in a desperation claw.

Melissa gasped as she was penetrated by three claws and mound gouged by a thumb. She endured it and crushed the basketball tits again and again. The pain in her cunt grew and she tried to jerk the red head out of the corner throw her to the floor. The red head must have been waiting for that because as soon as Melissa pulled on her head, the red head thrust forward driving Melissa backwards on clicking heels hard into the opposing corner. Melissa lost the head lock and felt hot blood on her wet thighs.

The red head rose up quickly and sank her teeth into Melissa?s right tit. A fist to the forehead drove the bitch off leaving deep bite marks around the nipple, but no blood yet. The woman grabbed hold and drove a knee into Melissa?s bloody cunt. Melissa cried out and hooked her right under the bitch?s big left tit. Once she lifted it she clawed into the tender connecting tissue on the underside getting her first true scream. The wrestled and pounded each other leaning in the corner mutually supporting one another.

Melissa?s underside clawing must have really tortured the bitch because the red head had to grab the blonde?s bicep and push her hand away. Melissa used the momentary advantage to slide out of the corner and drive a knee up into the red head?s furry slit. She got the bitch good because the red head froze in place. The blonde hammered to fists into the red head?s face rocking her head into the hard elevator wall spraying blood from the mask in both directions. She stepped back and drove her hard toe up and into the furry slit scoring a direct cunt kick. The red head screamed and grabbed her cunt falling to the floor on her ass. Melissa stood up, planted her left foot and drove the stiletto of her right boot into the already bruised bright red tit meat of the left basketball. The red head screamed as her tit ate three inches of stiletto.

Melissa shouted in triumph and didn?t pull heel out of the punctured tit, but twisted and ground her boot against the flattened balloon. The red head screamed of course and grabbed Melissa?s ankle holding her boot to the tit. Melissa bore down putting all the weight she could on the boot spreading the basketball tit around the sides of her sole. The red head howled, but held on shifting on her ass. Suddenly Melissa?s left ankle throbbed and she was falling hard to the ground. The bitch hand driven both her feet into Melissa?s bracing ankle, cutting her bracing leg out from under her.

Melissa twisted on her left hip testing her ankle relieved to find it not broken or twisted. Seconds later she had a lot more to worry about. The red head still held her boot and pushing the bloody stiletto out of the left tit. She twisted the boot and lifted the leg opening up Melissa?s bloody cunt. Now she got the stiletto treatment. Pain exploded in the brain as she was penetrated by a three inch spike. Squealing in panic she twisted over and crawled off the spike bleeding on the elevator floor.

The red head rolled forward bending Melissa?s bloody right boot up tight against her ass. The red head rode the back of the boot and grabbed Melissa?s wet blonde hair and jerked her head back arching her back. Holding the hair with the left hand the red head started unloading her right into Melissa?s sweaty lower back and right side. Melissa took punch after punch until she had to pee in her own cunt blood. Jerking her head forward despite the hair she ripped a tuff of her own hair out of head and the red head lost her balance. Her last right hammer blow to the ribs causing her to flip onto her back beside the battered blonde.

Melissa?s right leg straightened. Nothing had been broken but the knee had been stretched and her leg felt numb. She twisted onto her left elbow and slammed her right fist down on the red head?s bloody mask. There was the crunch of bone and more blood spurted out of the red head?s nose holes. She gagged and rolled across the red wet floor of the elevator to the side coughing and gagging on her own blood.

Melissa pushed up on her hands and knees. Blood had coated both her inner thighs and she was dizzy. She had to end this fight quickly. She lunged forward taking a graze on her tit from a boot and slammed into the red head?s basketballs with her shoulders crushing the orbs and causing the punctured one to squirt blood out of the ragged hole. The woman groaned in agony, but she slammed an elbow down between Melissa?s shoulders driving her face first down on the bitch?s sweaty thighs. Melissa pushed her face into the bitch?s belly, opened her mouth and bit into the mound just as hard as she could.

?Oh god!? was screamed so loud it rocked the elevator.

Loaded fists pounded the back of Melissa?s head and neck until she had to let go and roll away to keep from being knocked out. She worried that the bitch could take so much pain and keep fighting. At least now she wasn?t the only one dripping cunt blood on the elevator floor. She had ripped open a fat cunt lip and gouged the bitch?s mound bloody but her ears were ringing and her eyes were blurred. She spit curling red hair matted by cunt blood out of her mouth and prepared to finish off the red head.

Melissa pulled up on her wobbling legs. The red head did the same on the other side of the elevator. She was wobbling too and her body was covered in the dripping tit blood from her punctured balloon. Who had the most fight left in them was the question?

?I?ll take your nipples you bitch. Your husband set up this fight and you?ll pay for what he did to me.?

?He knows how I like to puncture tits, what a nice surprise for me; I?ll kiss him when I go home with your clit.?

The red head staggered forward not daring to kick. They met in the center punching slow but hard. Long groans, sharp grunts and agonized gasps came from both women as they applied loaded fists to already battered flesh. Melissa?s tits got a fisting, but the red head?s tits were in much worse shape and each shot to the punctured one got a nice little fountain of blood and lymph. After an exhausting five minutes the blonde drove the red head back to the far wall and they continued to punch.

The red head grabbed hold and drove her head forward. Melissa knew it was coming and met her forehead to forehead. The jarring collision of skulls knocked them apart. The red head sat down on her ass with her knees folded underneath her. Her head rolled down on her massively swollen tits and blood from the nose, mouth and eye holes added to the coat of tit gore. Melissa fell backwards the length of the elevator on her back gasping as the elevator light in the ceiling seemingly rotated in a circle while blinking red and green.

Melissa raised her head and put it down again. She gagged and rolled onto her elbow to vomit. Her vision remained blurred. She heard the red head groan and shift. Melissa turned toward her blinking the blood out of her eyes. From the way her mask felt her forehead had been split open. The red head was on her hands and knees trying to pull up on the elevator?s hand rail. Melissa crawled backward to the wall and did the same.

Holding onto the wall with one hand the two women staggered along the boundary of the bloody arena toward one another. Melissa realized her right hand being free gave her an advantage and she lunged forward first to drive her right fist into the side of the blood sodden mask of the redhead. Her head bounced to the elevator door and she sank to her knees. Melissa grabbed the blood matted hair and jerked the woman?s face up for a knee strike only to get four stiff fingers up into her swollen gouged out cunt. The walls had swollen up and now the bloody nails of the red head found tender blood filled tissues to gouge. Melissa screamed and threw herself backwards into the corner.

The red head lunged forward on her knees and grabbed Melissa?s ankles. A mighty jerk and the blonde fell on her ass in the corner. The redhead slammed into her crushing her tits flat. Then pulling back and ramming the top of the head into Melissa?s turned head loosening the teeth and stunning her again. Melissa grabbed the blood soaked red hair and twisted the head to the side forcing the redhead to place her left hand on the floor to keep from rolling off her knees. The red head slammed her loaded right fist into Melissa?s heaving belly again and again. Melissa spit blood and bile over the red head?s shoulder with each punch. A deep punch penetrated the last of her belly shield and she felt her womb convulse.

?Auugggggggggggggggg!? erupted from the Melissa?s mouth.

The red head pushed up with the left and pushed forward into Melissa?s right boob. Melissa screamed as the teeth sawed their way into her rubbery aureole. Melissa?s fists hammered the woman?s ears and neck. The red head had to release the bite and roll off to the side. Melissa could barely move her head she was so dizzy. She looked down and saw her right nipple was surrounded by deep bloody bite marks. The bitch had almost de-nippled her.

Melissa used the rail to climb back to her knees and then knee walk across the bloody floor to where the red head was on hands and knees waiting for her vision to return. Melissa raised her left fist and brought it down on the back of the red head?s neck. The red head went down face first onto the elevator floor. Melissa sat on her heels beside the bitch and pulled up her head by the hair to ram her face into the floor. She pulled up the head again and the bitch twisted and drove her left hand between the bloody legs to cunt the blonde again. This Melissa couldn?t stop screaming. Her head pitched back and she wobbled almost falling over.

The red head jerked her bloody hand out of the blonde?s ruined cunt and rolled on her hip. She couldn?t stand any more. She brought up her right knee to her side and then kicked out straight. The stiletto skidded up the blonde?s ribs under her left tit and ripped into the underside driving the orb up into the blonde?s hanging face. The blonde fell backwards onto her heels the left tit speared by the stiletto. The bloody cunt gaped before the gasping red head. She pulled out her stiletto heel the tit flesh sucking at the heel as it came out. Melissa moaned and reached for her misshapen implant.

The red head pulled back her right foot and changed targets. The bloody maul that had been the blonde?s cunt lay open. Her heel missed the slit, but gouged along the open inner thigh and splattered into the slit scoring deep and stopping only when the sole hit the slit. The blonde screamed and then shook while her hands flailed about. She cried out for someone, but the red head was past hearing.

She pulled out her heel and climbed on top the blonde?s helpless body. The blonde made feeble attempts to push the red head away, but her arms had no strength. Inch by inch the red head climbed up Melissa?s body to her nipples. The blonde screamed each time her thick rubbery nipple was pulled and twisted between the red head?s bloody teeth. She passed out as the right one came away. The red head took the left and frowned when the blonde didn?t scream. She squeezed her bloody trophies in her left hand and crawled to a handrail.

Slowly so slowly, she pulled herself to her feet and pushed the button to go back up to the top. As the elevator moved she slid along the wall to where she could dig her bloody stilettos into the holes she had left in the blonde?s ruined tit bags. Blood spattered with each penetrating stomp. She kept on and on turning the tits into red bags of shredded meat. The door finally opened to her floor and she staggered to bags. She made the call and passed out.

The guard greeted the black girl not knowing who she came for. The red head?s new lover had only two fights and two masks to her credit. She wasn?t prepared for the terrible sight of her lover. Then she realized that the red head had won the fight. She revived her enough to take instructions.

The black girl stripped the near dead blonde?s body and took the victory pictures. Then she inserted a challenge tag inside the blonde?s bloody cunt. The woman moaned and trembled as the red tag was shoved in tight as deep as her long fingers could reach. Let the doctors dig it out. Then the black girl went down to Melissa?s floor and went through her things finding her address. As instructed she copied down the woman?s name and address noting the pictures of two children and a man.

Going back upstairs with the blonde?s fight cell the black girl was faced with a decision. If she could have loaded her lover in a car and driven off she might have just made the taunting call to the blonde?s recovery team. But, there was no way the black girl could get her lover out of the building so she called the Cleaners. The crew arrived and both women were put on stretchers and taken away. As the black girl walked by the security guard he gave her the flash drive and carefully noted nothing had happened.

Sarah had begun to get worried when ten hours had passed without a call. The call came from the Cleaners. She rushed across town. Her mother was comatose in intensive care where there were club members in residence. The charts said she had been in a one car crash. Not all the injuries were described beyond words like ?massive trauma to body.?

One of the nurses whose face was covered with bruises of a recent fight, obviously a club member, walked over to Sarah and whispered, ?This was found inside your mother.?

Sarah opened her hand and found a washed off red tag with an open challenge. She sat with her mother most of the night. The doctor sat down with her and explained that until the extent of the concussions were known that they were only doing what was necessary to keep her mother alive. If she woke up they would discuss how to go about reconstruction and recovery. From the way he said it, waking up was a fifty-fifty proposition and recovery if possible was distant.

In the morning the disaster recovery cell phone rang and Sarah answered the phone uncertainly identifying her self breaking all the rules in her confusion. Only then did she remember that the phone should have been with her mother?s bags which were in the corner of the room.

A nasty sneering voice shouted, ?I just cunted and nippled your whore of a mother. She pissed her self and cried like a little bitch. She whimpered and begged to lick my ass when I took her nipples. You won?t be sucking on them again little cunt, nobody will. Anytime you or your brother or your faggot father want to fight one or one or two on two you answer my tag. I?ve got two nipples from your family under glass and I?d like to add cocks, balls, more nipples and your clit. So if you?re a fighter you know where to find a fight. Your father should have never fucked with me. Can you remember that message little cunt??

Sarah remembered ever word.

MrCage... will this be the a ""†he Story of Rene" for the 21st Century?

15 Chapters!

Cast of hundreds!

All ages and genders! (As in "The Island Saga")

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All depends on when the tank goes dry. I owe nooner stories, but just like I started nooner to do more controlled mayhem I started this to do uncontrolled mayhem. I guess I'm just a pendulum swinging from extreme violence to ultra extreme violence and back again...hmmm maybe that's a pendulum on tilt...lol

Uh..... wow! Melissa got de-nippled, bummer for her. GREAT for me though, that was awesome, though not fatal.... it was close enough to satisfy.... for all intents and purposes mellissa the fighter died in that elevator.... minus her nipples. *SMILE*

I do hope to see at least 1 sequel to this (I know how you are) but regardless this was, and any seqiels will be, awesome!

MikeJV

Please, this story is dying to have a sequel.

WOOPEEE! Looks like more wild stuff to cum! :-)

With all these elevator stories, I'm beginning think from now on I'll use the stairs ... LOL!

Meaow
Jessie

Veronika die G?ttin calls Jessikafights a pussy. Veronika says to Jessika "Leck mich !"

Superfrau Veronika calls herself "the Elevator Girl".

Veronika die G?ttin shows "what she's got"
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Disposing the body of another girl who dared face Veronika:

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http://www.deadskirts.com/av/jessikaav.jpg Jessika gets it in the face! :Sheep squirt::Devil:

Hey Ted ... who is this bitch, Veronika? ... I'm never one to back down from a challenge by a SLUT and a WHORE!!! ... Nothing makes me as horny and wet as destroying a cocky, arrogant slut ... who thinks she's invincible! Evil giggle! :-)

Hiss, snarl, scratch!

Meaow
Jessie

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Originally Posted by chemicalX

you bloody sluts n basterds ur goin 2 c doom vrrrryyy sooon gt urslvs 2 a psychologist ul f****** maniacs!!!

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i guess u enjoyed it too?

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you bloody sluts n basterds ur goin 2 c doom vrrrryyy sooon gt urslvs 2 a psychologist ul f****** maniacs!!!

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Well, I for sure as hell am never gonna try "chemicalX"!

I get weird enough behind caffeine.
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Hi, Mr. Cage,
It's a shame Sarah and her fother are such cowards. Three months past, and they're still not calling to avenge poor lil' Melissa's heavy loss?
I'm still up, and waiting.

A tale of epic proportions and up their with Cage's very best!