A night of treatment, fluids and drugs had brought the two hate-obsessed bitches back. Their cold, explosive hatred was fueled by marked intelligence and indomitable spirit. All their previous experiences and the hard won knowledge of how to hurt each other was enough to turn their hatred into a psychotic compulsion to punish each other. The drugs pumped up their energy level and amplified their insanity. These were razors ready to cut, killer bitches from a hell that in many ways I had manufactured over the years. These two once beautiful specimens had already ruined each other and now they were ready to fight until one of them could stand over the other and know she had destroyed her enemy. I worried that I didn?t feel guilty enough, but as the Almighty might say after some horrible natural catastrophe, ?Fuck?em if they can?t take a joke.?
They looked like old school battleships on the second day of battle, holed and listing with pumps flowing, with debris floating in the water and the decks stained red. Guns were loaded and they would go onto until one or both were sunk. Damn, I guess I shouldn?t have watched ?Sink the Bismarck? on television the night before while editing in the highlight reel of the first day?s battle.
Jessica?s eyebrow still gapped but it no longer bled. Her face was bloated, misshapen, red, black, blue and orange. Very little of her deep tanned skin retained its natural color. Her short blonde hair was again clean. At the end of the previous day it had been soaked red and matted in clumps of dried sweat and caked blood. Her large 38DDs, once perfectly formed globes tipped by beautiful thick eraser size pink nipples, were more than a few inches and cup sizes larger. They were swollen tight with hot lymph. At the end of yesterday they were bright red with purple blotches today they were mainly black, blue, orange with only a little bit of red skin still turning. I don?t think there was any tanned or un-tanned skin unmarked. Her belly was black and blue with some orange and red. There were some bits of normal skin color from her tits to her cunt, but it was a minority party. Even her slit which had been pink and pale white was now fiery red or black and blue. Her thighs and calves were bruised. And of course her back was raw with crisscross patterns of welts swollen up and multicolored. The beautiful blonde cheerleader was no more and this fighting machine had taken her place.
Chelsea showed less of the damage, however her eyes were tiny slits and her face was a bloated farce. Overnight Jessica?s brutal fisting had simmered and her battered facial tissues had puffed up and seeped from a dozen splits. Even without multicolored skin she looked as bad as the hated blonde. Her once fine 38B conical pointed tits were neither globes nor cones. The right tit was an oblong bag of swollen tissues dripping pink lymph from different parts of her raw nipple and grazed aureole. The left one no longer looked like it belonged on a woman. It looked like a growth that needed to be removed. I had no idea how badly it was damaged by Jessica with her punching, but overnight the internal damages had cooked and the tit was a lumpy, drooping bag of fluid that dangled from the stretched connecting tissues and pooled in a lump behind her weeping cracked nipple. If she survived she would need some work on that thing to make it look like a tit. The rest of her damages were hidden until you got to her lower V. The firm smooth belly was no longer firm. It had great bumps and dimples. I have never seen the same before. And her tight black pussy lips were almost as swollen and twisted as her ruptured lips on her face. She had trouble walking with closed legs. And having taking more lashes than the blonde her back and ass looked like they belonged in a burn ward, not on a walking talking bitch fighter.
In order to prolong this final battle as long as possible, I started with three five minute rounds with ten minute breaks between rounds. After the third round the fourth would be ten minutes long. If there was a fifth it would last until the fight was clearly. They would take the whipping straps into the fight and nothing else. There would be absolutely no rules any thing goes. And since there were no submissions allowed we fully expected torture, choking, clawing and biting in addition to ?civilized? fighting techniques. I hoped for at least two rounds, but just getting to the second day technically satisfied my backers.
We expected separating them for the round break would be a problem. With the girls hopped up drugs and hot blooded crazy, we doubted the threat of a twenty lash penalty would mean anything. We warned the girls that we would tap them once. If they didn?t comply the offender would get an electric stun to the neck or whatever appendage or organ was exposed. If an offender couldn?t be determined then both would get shocked. The ten minute break would be extended to fifteen to allow a full recovery.
Both girls elected to let the straps dangle from their right hands. Jessica had it doubled over shortening the effective length but perhaps increasing her ability to target. Chelsea let her strap brush the floor. Their eyes were locked and at the signal to start their pent up fury was unleashed. Chelsea screamed and lashed her strap toward Jessica?s face. The blonde?s left arm came up and the strap wrapped around her arm with a snap. She jerked on the strap and dragged Chelsea forward into a downward doubled over strike. The heavy double strap cracked the black girl?s right cheek and then flicked back. Chelsea squealed and grabbed her face. The belt had hit a swollen knot so maybe that was the cause of the pain because no blood was drawn. Jessica?s left foot snapped out and dug into the black girl?s lower belly driving Chelsea back three steps.
The blonde rushed forward leading with her belt. The hard leather smacked across Chelsea?s deformed left tit eliciting another squeal from the black girl. Jessica?s left foot shot out for another belly kick but Chelsea was ready. She twisted and grabbed the foot, jerking and twisting further around. Jessica hopped on one foot for a second before being dragged off balance. She went down hard on her right ass cheek with her left ankle being twisted on the outside of Chelsea?s right hip.
Jessica jerked and rolled. Chelsea wanted to stomp her black foot down into the shaved pussy flashing below. The black girl got her wish driving the sole of her foot into Jessica?s swollen cunt. Jessica grunted and surprised the black girl with a counter kick. The blonde?s right foot drove heel first up into the upper slit of the black girl, smashing cunt and clit between heel and pubic bone. Chelsea went up on her toes and dropped Jessica?s left foot. The black girl staggered backwards while the white girl held her self for a few moments and then scrambled to her feet happy to have escaped with only a throbbing cunt.
Chelsea saw the white girl rising and rushed her swinging the long lash over her head. Jessica bent over and twisted to take the lash across her bloody back. She moaned and the whole raw crisscross system of welts opened up on her back. Chelsea wasn?t done. Before Jessica could straighten the black girl?s left fist smashed into her right tit and then grabbed hold. Jessica moaned as her right swollen balloon was penetrated by Chelsea?s nails and probing fingers. The black girl couldn?t get in deep because of the tight swollen flesh, but she penetrated deep enough to get a grip and twist the organ causing Jessica to cry out.
Chelsea was smiling broadly as the white girl screamed in agony, but the smile was immediately erased. Jessica was bent over in tit agony, which put her hands out of sight. Dropping her lash, the screaming blonde plunged her right hand into Chelsea?s tight lipped cunt. The left fist sank deep into the injured belly.
Now the black girl tried to dance on her toes as well as fold over. She ended up on her ass with Jessica between her legs. The white girl was savagely mauling the inside of Chelsea?s cunt. All I could see on any of my cameras between Chelsea?s pumping black legs and Jessica?s white ass, tits and belly was a glimpse of Jessica?s knuckles rolling back and forth as her fingers probed deep into the dark black cunt. Chelsea screamed and forced herself to sit up. Jessica?s left fist met her mouth and the black girl went down bleeding from re-ruptured lips. Jessica spread Chelsea?s legs with her knees grinding into the bruised meat of the black girl?s thighs and now I got a perfect view from a sidewall downward angle camera of the blonde?s white hand knuckle deep in a spread wide black cunt.
Chelsea was in trouble, but the black girl was not a giver. She again sat up despite the agony. Jessica?s fist was primed, but she never got a chance. The lash cracked and wrapped around her face. Jessica grabbed at the lash and tried to unwrap it with one hand. As she struggled Chelsea sat up fully and drove her other fist into the dark black bruise on Jessica?s lower belly. The white girl grunted and folded over, still blinded by lash wrap around her eyes. She struggled to pull her bloody hand from Chelsea?s cunt. She succeeded too late to avoid another fist to her weakened belly. This time she vomited on Chelsea?s tits and fell onto the black girl driving her back to the mat.
Chelsea grunted trying to get the white bitch off her. She gave up and concentrating on freeing her thighs which were still being kneed to hell by the brutal blonde. Just as she succeeded she stiffened and screamed. Chelsea grabbed for the blonde?s sweaty too short hair. She dragged back, grip slipping. For a brief moment I had a glimpse of the twisted ruined elongated left breast being savagely bitten just behind its swollen head. Blinded as she was by the strap, the blonde had used her lips to find Chelsea?s tortured left breast. Now whatever agony was left to be wrung out of the organ was surely being exacted.
Unable to drag the blonde off by the hair Chelsea grabbed the strap and pulled up with two hands. This time the blonde?s head came back and she pulled the tit along with her teeth increasing Chelsea?s agony. Chelsea held the head up with one hand and tried to go for the eyes with her right, but her own strap was protecting the blonde?s eyes. Screaming Chelsea tried to claw Jessica?s face away, even pulling back her lips and clawing into the gums of her teeth, but the white bitch had bloody tit flesh in her mouth and didn?t seem to care if her gums were clawed raw. Chelsea ripped blindly fingers in Jessica?s nose. Jessica moaned and continued to bite.
The tit might have been bitten off, if such a thing was possible. The round came to an end. The refs tapped both girls and neither stopped fighting. Frankly, I don?t think they even knew anyone else was in the room. The refs shrugged their shoulders and administered the electric stun to the back of Jessica?s neck and the side of Chelsea?s head. Both girls jerked. Jessica?s right nostril was split open by Chelsea?s finger as the black girl went into spasms. And, more importantly, Jessica?s teeth closed biting a mouthful out of the side of the thing attached to Chelsea?s chest.
Both bitches recovered from the stun after five minutes. They tried to get to each other and it took strong hands and the promise of another shock to bring them to their senses. Then they both slumped and let the doctors do what they could in during the rest of the break. Jessica?s right nostril was literally ripped open at the junction of nose and face. Blood flow was impressive even for this fight. The styptics slowed it to a dribble, but for how long. Chelsea?s gaping breast wound was another matter. A plug of her flesh had dropped out of Jessica?s mouth. Now blood, lymph and raw hamburger pushed its way out of the hole. The doctor gave me a sign that there was virtually no way short of stitches or cauterization to stop it and we had decided against that until the end of the fight.
I studied Chelsea?s face and still saw no surrender no retreat fixed firmly in her eyes as they glared between swollen slits a the woman who had brought her to this place. Jessica had clearly won the round although the welt across her face had reopened her eyebrow, cheeks and cut the bridge of her nose. Her weakened belly was still a problem and obviously an advantage for the black girl who just loved putting her fist into Jessica?s guts. If Chelsea didn?t pass out she might still win this war.
The second round began again with lashing. This time Chelsea?s long strap technique worked better and she caught the blonde six times before the blonde charged in and struck once. Chelsea grabbed the blonde?s tit and tried to tear it off while dropping her strap and punching the right side of the blonde?s face. Jessica had a hand punching into the black girl?s lower belly and the other clawing into the open bite wound on what remained of Chelsea?s left breast. Jessica was staggered first as her right eye brow simply opened to the bone. But Chelsea was the one to break a way. She held the ruin of her breast trying to keep the meat from poking out of the wet hole.
Jessica?s left eye peaked out between the swollen slit of her eye and she grabbed both lashes. Chelsea backed away taking three long strap lashings. Jessica was pretty good with both hands. Having taken enough, the black girl charged through the next swings and slammed into Jessica taking the white girl down hard. Chelsea scrambled clawing and punching until she got her mouth on Jessica?s right nipple. The blonde howled as her nipple was bitten, but Chelsea?s eyes weren?t protected. As the black girl tried to rip the rubbery nipple from its seat, Jessica?s fingers dug into the sides of the black girl?s face and her thumbs pushed between her swollen globe and the Chelsea?s face into the black girl?s puffy eye slits.
No matter what anybody tells you, you get a thumb in the eye and everything else becomes unimportant. Chelsea released her bite and jerked back. Jessica held on, her arms at full length trying to gouge out the black girl?s eyes. Chelsea jerked and punched ripping open the sides of her swollen face to jerk free. Then as she rolled backwards rubbing her eyes she kicked out wildly smashing Jessica?s hot swollen left boob back and knocking the white girl flat on her back long enough to scramble away.
Jessica got up slowly. Her nipple was still attached but it was surrounded by a deep bite that was bleeding almost as badly as the hole in Chelsea?s tit. Chelsea was leaning against the wall rubbing her eyes, blinking and rubbing again. Both eye sockets were swollen slits already and the probing thumbs had torn open something. Jessica wasn?t blinded, but her swollen eye sockets were bloody. Either her eye lid or the swollen flesh around it had been gouged open. She could barely see and was rubbing blood out of the slits continually.
Jessica picked up a single lash, doubled it over and came for the black girl. Chelsea tried to retreat, but was cornered and after taking three lashes to the face she charged into the blonde bitch swinging. They howled and punched away staggering each other, but the blonde kept Chelsea trapped. Elbows, fists and knees battered the black bitch deeper into the corner. Desperately Chelsea grabbed hold and the wrestled against the wall. Claws shredded already bloody backs. Fists hammered bruised flesh. Elbows slammed into tits and arms. Knees went up into thighs and crotches. It was a hard stand-up battle of attrition that the blonde won. Her last two punches to Chelsea?s face busted open both swollen eyebrows. The black girl?s vision problem became debilitating. Jessica stood back and punched and kicked without danger of a targeted reply. Chelsea remained standing. Frustrated the blonde stepped back and applied the long strap to whip the hide of the black girl?s shoulders and neck as she huddled over protecting her vitals. Jessica cursed and continued to whip.
The round ended saving Chelsea. The doctors worked on the girls, washing out their eyes and trying to stop the bleeding. They were having less and less success because the skin had been abused so methodically. Still both could see even if their vision was strictly limited.
The third round started as before, but Chelsea?s strikes with her lash were off target. Jessica moved in and Chelsea showed she could induce a tactical error. Rather than flinch when the shortened double strap reopened her facial wounds, the black girl spun around to the side and almost got her strap wrapped around Jessica?s long neck. As it was Chelsea got Jessica?s right wrist trapped against her neck. Taking an elbow and two mule kicks the black girl swung the blonde in a circle by the neck and sent her flying into the steps. Jessica went down tits first, crushing her swollen orbs into the edge of one of the steps. She moaned and rolled over just as Chelsea landed on top of her.
Jessica took a knee to the cunt, but stopped Chelsea?s mouth inches from her bloody tit. The white girl?s hands were around the she wolf?s throat, holding back the snapping jaws an inch from the bloody raw nipple. Chelsea?s hands were free to claw, rip, gouge and twist the fat swollen black and blue tits she had targeted. Jessica?s tits took a terrible mauling, bleeding from reopened abrasions, cuts and new deep scratches. Unable to bite off the once proud pink nipples, Chelsea settled for trying to twist them off. The rubbery tissue held, but did nothing to stop the agonized screams of the blonde who could do nothing to protect her tits for fear of having a nipple bit off. Only the growing threat of Jessica?s thumbs digging into her neck stopped the black girl from breaking the big tit bitch on the bloody steps.
Chelsea finally had to grab the fingers choking her. Jessica held on. Chelsea desperately clawed her own neck to capture and index finger. She bent it backwards until something snapped. Just as it snapped, Jessica got a foot up and under the black girl?s left armpit. Chelsea suddenly flew backwards falling of Jessica and down the steps to land hard on her shoulders her ass on the second step up.
Jessica sat up drunkenly, her rapidly swelling tits looking ready to split their already gashed and weakened skin. The blonde lunged forward despite her pain and brought an elbow down into the upward pointing slit of her rival. It was the most vicious premeditated cunt attack I had ever seen in person to that date. Impaled on the white elbow, Chelsea howled and kicked her feet uselessly in the air. She tried to scramble backwards, but the blonde was across her thighs now. Jessica trapped her enemy?s legs high and then went low working Chelsea?s already bloody sex with fists, claws and near the end made an attempt to bite her. I noted however that the injured fist was not used and the strangely oriented index finger did no clawing.
The round ended with both girls so hurt I saw no way they could make round four as good as I intended. The doctors threw up their hands. There was nothing left to do. Jessica?s tits had grown so tender she could barely lift her arms without moaning. And of course Chelsea had nothing but bags of pain on her chest. This was coming to a close one way or another.
The girls staggered toward each other. Their weak lashings barely made a sound on contact. They fell together moaning and went to work. I noted that Jessica was barely using her fist with the busted finger. In the slow motion body battle the two handed advantage took its toil. This round would last ten minutes and a small advantage could become overwhelming in time. Jessica forgot and hit with her fist. She howled and spun away holding her hand.
Chelsea staggered after her and hammered the white girl across the lower back driving her to her knees. It looked like a repeat of their third fight: Chelsea coming back from sure defeat to win because of a single event. The black girl drove a knee into the middle of Jessica?s back and knocked her on her tits. Next a black foot stomped on her bloody scarred back. Jessica writhed in pain, let go of her ruined finger and rolled to her side. Another black foot thudded heel first into her ribs. The terrible thud and agonized moan could mean a broken rib. Chelsea was going to win this thing. Her dogged determination was going to pull her through again.
As the black foot came up again, suddenly Jessica?s legs scissor-kicked Chelsea?s other ankle. The black girl howled and went down hard, her knee folding under her. Jessica rolled over, grabbed her bent broken finger and actually jammed it into her fist. She howled as she did it, but then she focused on Chelsea. The black girl?s ankle was hurt! She was pushing up on her other leg. Jessica slammed her fist into the mat, grimacing with the pain from her finger and scooted on her ass across the sweaty, blood slicked mat to drive her feet into the back of Chelsea?s good knee.
Chelsea fell in a heap. I checked my watch. There were four minutes to go. Jessica half-stood and then lunged forward dropping across Chelsea?s body crushing her down, her heels under her ass. With her side crushing the pain bags on Chelsea?s chest, Jessica had a clear target. Using her hurt arm as a prop, she went to work pounding Chelsea?s stretched out belly mercilessly. Chelsea ripped open the wounds on Jessica?s back and even clawed into the sides of her swollen tits from behind, but the black girl could not get to her belly. Jessica?s hammer blows to the heaving lower belly went deeper and deeper. Chelsea gasped and her arms jerked, going limp for a fraction of a second with each shocking blow.
Then without a reason I could see, Jessica rolled off the beaten black girl. Was this mercy? Chelsea grabbed her suddenly freed belly moaning. Seconds later the bloody sole of Jessica?s right foot stomped on the black girl?s hands driving them into her own gut. Three stomps and Chelsea?s hands flopped to the side. Then I understood. Jessica was not interested in the belly. She wanted to break Chelsea?s hands. With Chelsea helpless, the white girl purposely stomped her heel down on Chelsea?s half formed left fist. She stomped on the first one twelve times. Chelsea stopped moving after the fifth stomp. Then, methodically the blonde dragged the black to the steps by the other arm, stretched the arm across the steps and then knee dropped across the back of the elbow. This time the resulting crack was brutally defining.
Then Jessica just sat down on the steps and waited for the fourth round to end. Was it over? The doctors thought it was and went to help Chelsea, but then Jessica demanded, ?What the fuck. This fight goes on until the winner is finished. Wake that cunt up. I?m not finished with her.?
Oh shit, a fifth round! Chelsea woke up screaming. Her right arm was broken. Her left fist was crushed. Jessica looked on with what might have been a smile on what was left of her face.
The potentially endless fifth round began with Jessica taunting, ?Beg for your life, nigger. Tell me how you are shit on my heel. Tell me you were fucking lucky to win our last fight.?
Chelsea staggered around and spit back, ?Fuck you bitch.?
The doubled over strap hit her across the face.
?What was that you said, slave??
Chelsea lowered her head and charged. Jessica looked stunned. She side stepped. Chelsea?s grab with her left hand was a mistake. She got Jessica?s hip and then her broken fingers betrayed her. The black girl fell to her knees crying and holding her ruined hand to her ruined breast. Jessica stomped her in the middle of the back driving the black girl face down.
Now Jessica looped the strap around Chelsea?s neck and twisted it tight choking the black girl mercilessly while bouncing on her back. As Chelsea?s spasms grew fewer, Jessica released the belt and let the girl breath some more. Then she tightened it again. The torture continued until Chelsea had voided and passed out. Jessica rolled the unconscious girl on her back, dropped down on her belly and methodically bit off both nipples tossing them to the referees to save for her trophies. Jessica seemed disappointed Chelsea had failed to wake up. Jessica rose up and knee dropped six times into Chelsea?s lower belly. The black girl sat up once, but after that she just flopped.
?I fucking de-sexed you bitch. Who?s the top bitch now??
The doctors and the referees were looking at me as if I should know what to do. I was way into bonus territory now and if Doctor D got his final treasure I could forget about all my hustles and concentrate on bitch fighting. Still, even in the biggest bastard there is time to say when enough is enough.
I was about to stop it when Jessica dropped her mouth to Chelsea?s bloody crotch. She wasn?t going down. The refs grabbed for her shoulders but it was too late. When they pulled her off she had something in her mouth and if it wasn?t the clit, half the flesh on the mound and the upper fourth of Chelsea?s cunt lips I don?t know what it was.
Jessica stood up and spit the mess into her hand and tossed it to her chosen holder of trophies. The blonde bitch then stood over her victim and purposefully pissed on what was left of a hell of a fighter. Then she painfully raised her hands and yelled triumphantly, a roar of insane female ferocity that frankly chilled what was left of my soul.
The doctors actually tried to save Chelsea, but to no avail. Doctor D was going to get a bonus. I could have called him Doctor Death, but I thought of him as Doctor Disposal. When you had a body you didn?t need found, you gave it to him. I never asked what he did with them and I don?t want to know. He pays very well.
A month later, Jessica almost looked like herself after surviving a car crash. And despite her wanting to fuck I could not get it up with her. There?s crazy and then there is raving fucking insanity. Something was disconnected in that girl?s head and she scared the shit out of me. I can?t think of her vagina without imagining it has teeth. Sorry girl, not me.
Well my friend the sheriff and my helpers did a thorough scrub down of the room and then went over it with a CSI kit stolen from the state lab. No trace evidence. School started and I was back in the mundane world of studying and making money on the side with my Fight Nights.
Oh as a final footnote. I made a fortune selling the twenty-five on twenty-five street fight between the Tri Alphas and the XTX girls. It lasted forty minutes before twenty five beaten and stripped XTX girls were humiliated and fucked by the Tri Alphas. The XTX had contacted everyone looking for Chelsea. There was a minor flurry in the paper, but college girls disappear all the time. It?s a sick world with a lot of bad people in it. Or at least that?s how the sheriff explained it on television. No car, no messages, no one had seen anything. She had just disappeared. There was some suspicion when they couldn?t find her computer. But the sheriff personally reviewed her on-line records and found nothing suspicious. Just another girl lost in America, or should I say the World since I have expansion plans since it?s a global market these days.
