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. This is not a how to book.
WFB Application by Mr. Cage
Karen clicked the WFB (Wanna Fight Bitch) application on her phone. It opened leading her to three separate password screens all of which she had memorized. After the third password screen she had to answer two security questions and select either text-back or e-mail back. This final security feature was a test. Legitimate users knew that whatever device they used would be invalid for the final key. She selected e-mail. She used her registered tablet to open an email. The single line of characters was a dark web address, but even then she had to know that capitals had to be input as lowercase, numbers as symbols and vice versa. She entered the address into the cell phone.
Her picture in a revealing white one-piece stared back at her with her chosen name, Cruel-Karen and stats: 48 years old, white, executive, three children, divorced, bi, 5?7??, 155#, 40D 30 40, short dyed silver hair, maximum rules - hard , clothes -open, location - private, 1000 dollar winner take all and other stakes considered. Next, came her verified resume: no formal training, 10 years plus member, record 24-8-10 with a clickable list of her fights with type, opponent, stakes, results and a comment by her opponent. Videos of any fight were available to a member for a $100 dollar fee. Her skill rating was 5 out of 10 which meant for an untrained fighter she was considered as tough as they come. Her percentile rank for 5 skill fighters was 90 now which meant of all the membership she was ranked above ninety percent of the other members at that skill level. The application did the rankings based upon her record and the rotating five person evaluators who saw the videos of her matches.
She had 37 inquiries sorted by likely date of match. Only six were marked ATB, any time bitch. It had been a bad day, she clicked on the first. Keisha Cracker-Beater was a mature black woman wanting mature white woman for hate fights. Her message read: ?Let?s see who ends up humiliated honky whore. I want it hard and mean and when I win, it?s not just your fucking money I want cracker it?s your pride and soul. You?ll never feel the same about yourself again.?
Karen felt a surge of hardness in her nipples and a warm wetness start down below. The woman sounded crazy and Karen hoped she was because she was looking for that kind of woman. The last few weeks at work had been a nightmare and she had lost a promotion to a younger male. She wanted to hurt someone bad and then humiliate them. And while she would never put it in her profile because she was a political correct business woman, she loved hate fights and whether it was race, religion, sexual proclivity, national origin, politics or anything else if it added to the tension it made her hotter. If the bitch wanted a race war a she would give her a race war.
She clicked on accept information sharing. Her opponent name came up Keisha, 48 years old, African-American, teacher, single, two children, lesbian, 5?4??, 160#, 40E 30 44, jaw length black hair, rules - extreme, clothes - open, location - open, stakes - winner owns loser after and for the following weekend. She had some training as a boxer and spent four years in golden gloves with an unimpressive record. She was a member for six years and had a record of 22-4-10. Her skill level was rated a 6. Her percentile rank for 6 skill fighters was 92, a very tough challenge.
Next the application listed questions: ?Send her picture? Send her a message? Join her in type chat? Join her in verbal chat? Join her in video chat??
Karen sent a picture. Then followed it with a message: ?If you want a race fight, Bitch, you are not the first hood-rat I?ve had lick my ass and you won?t be last. Unlike you I have to worry about my public appearance so face and eyes are off limits to striking, clawing or biting. My fight limit is rated hard and that?s as far as I will go. Also, you?ll have to borrow some money too because the thousand bucks is non-negotiable.?
Much to Karen?s surprise her potential opponent was on-line and texting. ?No bone breaking, choking, eye gouging or biting anything off and I?ll spare faces. Nude if you got the guts. And other than that my limits anything goes below the neck. Just so you know I hate you white cunts, this is no trash talk to get a match. And for stakes I?ll come up with your money since I?m going to win it back. After that I will make you beg, fuck you every way you can be fucked, use you like a prison slave and teach you how to drink piss and beg for more.?
?I want to fight today sista. Are you up for that??
?Fuck yea! I?m ready when you are. Click immediate and let?s see when they can put it together.?
The application showed a revolving clock for a few moments and then flashed: ?Referee and location available at 18:00 today. Accept or Decline? You may decline two appointments or postpone an accepted on with two hours notice.?
Excitement flared when she hit accept and the application showed the black bitch had accepted as well. She left work early, showered and dressed to look tough, jeans, heels, man-style shirt with black bra and a thong. She was too heavy and too soft to wear a thong, but too bad about that. She knew she looked better than the bitch she was fighting and that was all that mattered.
The address was an office in an old grime covered building that looked barely occupied. She knocked. A white woman answered and she checked Karen?s phone for the authorization. She was led to a small empty office. There were blue mats on the floor and the wall. A small ring had been set up on the mats. The four poles were padded and appeared to have been screwed in the ceiling and the floor. Four ropes connected by netting at various places enclosed a portion of a larger mat. The ropes appeared slack at the top. Two black women, one of them Keisha, were there.
The white woman explained, ?As this is obviously a racial fight you will have attendant-referees from both races. We will not be playing favorites and we will not interfere as long as the agreed rules are being met and no one is in danger of being killed.?
The black woman continued, ?You agreed to no attacks to the face and neck, no biting anything off, but that does not prevent biting for blood. Can we assume it?s anything goes below the neck, plus hair pulling? Attacks to the boobs, puss and ass allowed??
After they nodded the white woman spoke, ?These fights can become very heated. No matter how mad you become, keep to the rules or we?ll pull you apart. If you refuse to be separated we will shock stick your asses. Understood??
Karen nodded. Keisha snarled, ?Don?t stop it until I?ve hurt this white bitch to the point she?s begging to eat me from asshole to belly button.?
Karen mumbled, ?Fuck you.?
Keisha laughed, ?Fuck you. Is that all you got, afraid to say what?s on your mind white bitch??
?Fuck you nigger.?
?That?s better, honky. Let?s get started.?
They stripped under the eyes of their attendant referees and stood in opposite corners.
The white woman said, ?Since you did not specify a times, rounds or submissions we will use are club standard, five minute rounds. Two minute breaks between rounds. No submissions during a round. You can only quit after the end of the round. Do you wish to modify these standard terms??
Karen half expected her opponent to go for the fight to the finish rule, but Keisha shook her head negatively so Karen did the same. This insured the fight would be long and exhausting until someone hurt the other so much she could not bear to continue.
The black woman leaned back against the ring ropes. As they appeared the top stretched and you could lay on them at a sixty degree angle easy and sit on the second rope like a chair. She made sure both women saw how the ropes responded to her weigh; then she and the white women left the ring.
?Strip down.? They did. Keisha was very hairy. Karen was waxed smooth. The black woman?s nipples were coal black and erect to points. Her aureoles were flat and smooth and black against her dark brown skin, maybe three inches across. Karen?s own nipples were thick red brown and longer ending in eraser tips. Her aureoles were raised and bumpy red brown and only an inch or so wide. Keisha?s hairy crotch did not hide a very prominent clit and coal black leathery looking hood sticking out between fat hanging wrinkled cunt lips. Karen?s own clit was smaller and almost hidden by her own fat pussy lips. Her pussy lips were smoother and not nearly as long. They were much less of a target in her opinion.
The white woman set a timer and yelled, ?First round, fight!?
Keisha rushed toward Karen as the white women expected. She side stepped and snagged Keisha?s straightened hair. It was thick and stiff and as soon as it was pulled it went wild. Keisha was twisted around by her hair and Karen pulled down on the hair and slammed her forearm down on Keisha?s back trying to hammer her to the mat. The black girl moaned as the heavy thud of the impact sounded like a base drum.
Keisha?s knees bent, but she stayed up and finished circling around due to the hair pull. She was cursing about her hair and trying to grab the white woman?s, but Karen?s hair was cut so short it looked butch. Karen drove a knee into Keisha?s dangling boobs, crushing the heavy 40E right one upward. Keisha squealed and fell to her knees.
Karen twisted the downed woman?s head up and smashed another knee into the fat boob. She drew back for a third knee and groaned. Keisha had struck her first blow, a right fist to Karen?s shaved fat lipped pussy. The white woman let go of Keisha?s hair which looked like it had been teased now. Karen retreated three steps while grabbing at her pussy. She sat back on the ropes.
Keisha sprang up like Karen?s pain had revived her. She charge straight into a white foot that made the ropes sag even worse and doubled the black woman over. Karen came off the rope with a brutal kick to the belly. Then she walked behind the down on all fours black woman, grabbed two handfuls of kinky hair near the temples, jerked up and drove a knee between Keisha?s shoulders, pulling her face tight as the hair pull gave her a temporary face lift.
Karen snarled, ?Give it up, Nigger.?
Keisha cried out, ?She?s attacking my face.?
The black woman said, ?No, she?s not, hair pulls and strain holds allowed. Karen watch that you don?t bend the neck to the side while it?s under strain.?
Keisha clawed at the white wrists but made no progress. However, neither did Karen. She inflicted a great deal of pain, but Keisha refused to give. Sweat poured off both women as the timer counted down. At the four minute mark Karen ripped out a mass of hair of the right temple. Karen stepped to the side and kicked Keisha in the belly and ribs knocking the black woman on her side, then on her back. Karen tried for a gut stomp, but her leg got caught.
Keisha twisted the ankle and spun around on her ass to drive a foot up into the shaved white pussy again. It missed the slit but bounced off Karen?s prominent mound. The impact and the ankle twist put Karen on her ass. Keisha rolled halfway to her knees and then lunged on top landing tits first on Karen?s belly.
Karen grunted and stopped Keisha?s advance with two handfuls of kinky hair. Keisha raised her ass up trying to force herself fully on top and paid for it with white legs locked around her waist from below. Karen tightened her legs by crossing her ankles. Keisha grunted and tried to rise up on her knees but the hair hold kept her face on Karen?s belly. The white woman jiggled her big thighs bringing out a gasp from Keisha.
Time was running down on round one. Keisha had been mostly on the receiving end to the surprise of the attendants and the distant watchers plugged into the secreted cameras. A number of the white women Keisha had beaten badly watched and made notes for their revenge.
It would have ended in a sweaty stalemate, but Keisha bit into Karen?s soft half roll of belly flesh. The white woman screamed in shock. She jerked Keisha?s head up by the hair adding to her pain as the white belly fat stretched out. Cursing about biting, Karen opened her legs and put her feet on Keisha?s big hips trying to push her off that way.
The timer went off and the first round ended, with Karen rubbing an amazingly dark red mouth shaped bruise forming on her white belly. Keisha sagged on the rope, covered in sweat and looking shocked by the enemy?s domination. They got a two minute rest with water and advice.
The time went fast, both were still sweating rivulets and breathing hard. Neither accepted the offer to quit, racial epithets flew among curses. But they came off the ropes cautiously, hands out at the call to ?Fight.?
Keisha didn?t rush in this time. They snatched at each other?s hands slapping hands away. Finally Keisha got in close enough to drive her right fist straight into Karen?s left boob, squashing it like a balloon. The blonde executive groaned and retreated into the ropes. Keisha slammed her left into the right tit and then a right into Karen?s soft lower belly right above her waxed slit. The blonde woman gagged and lunged forward, clamping a bear hug around the black woman?s arms. They struggled for a minute in a sweaty angry rubbing embrace until Keisha threw Karen back into a corner.
Excited by her success the mature black teacher rushed in with her hands extended going for a double tit maul. Karen braced her ass on the middle rope and jammed a stiff right leg out spearing her opponent in the belly again, her white foot sinking in to the ankle like Keisha?s belly was some kind of gelatin. Keisha gagged and staggered backwards gasping and holding her belly as her knees bent and legs wobbled. Karen had put her foot in the woman?s empty womb. That pain would not leave quickly.
Suffering herself, the blonde came out of the corner hooking a hard right into the swaying left black tit, then circling around avoiding a clumsy grab and whacking a right elbow into the middle of Keisha?s bent over back. Keisha staggered and fell to all fours, allowing the blonde two savage kicks to the belly and ribs. The black woman rolled on her back gasping, blocking a belly stomp and kicking defensively back, forcing Karen backwards to avoid having her legs kicked out from under her.
Karen circled around and Keisha rotated on her bare ass trying to keep her feet up. Karen grew frustrated and grabbed at a flashing ankle, stepped forward and stomped on Keisha?s bush. At the same time, Keisha?s other foot drove into the blonde?s pubic bone from below and lifted her backwards. Karen fell into the ropes and sagged on them mouth open groaning. Keisha rolled onto her side into the fetal position hands over her sex cursing.
The round ended before either did more than glare at the other. The rest period was even less useful this time. The excitement had been knocked out of the fighters. The sneers were gone. All that was left were hateful determined glares as they sagged in opposite corners drinking water or pouring it on the tits and crotches.
The third round found two exhausted mature women bent over in pain and exhaustion slowly circling each other. If someone got an advantage it would be unlikely the other would be able to escape now. The hands snatched at each other to no success. They spared for two minutes working up a greater sweat, but recovering a bit from the damage done in the last round.
Keisha?s kinky hair looked like a fright wig now and one of Karen?s snatching hands finally got a wad of it thick enough to hold on to. Keisha?s head was dragged over and she could not escape the blonde?s looping uppercut to the boobs, repeatedly. Keisha finally charged into the white woman, hands grabbing her ass cheeks and lifting upward as her charge slammed the woman back into the ropes. The upper rope bent more than the lower and the two women executed a somersault over the ropes and landed hard on the external mat. The impact rolling them apart.
The referees moved between them and got them back into the ring. Karen was gasping hard, afraid she might be nearing a cardiac arrest. Keisha stood up dull-eyed and zombie-like, seemingly not there anymore. Karen decided to rest on the ropes and use her gut kick if the black charged. It took a minute and then Keisha charged. Karen?s kick gutted her again and sent the woman sprawling on her ass holding her belly. Karen stepped forward to stomp the fight out of her and the round ended again.
Karen was praying Keisha would quit, but the black woman merely cursed. They stalked each other claws up. This time Keisha?s claws ripped furrows in the white tit flesh, trying to snag a tit for a hold. Karen replies in kind cutting a slice on the black woman?s right nipple and fisting her tits again and again as they tighten in a circle testing each other?s tits. Slow and deliberate battle of attrition. In close they began to punch, savage hard, unblocked slow moving punches to bellies and boobs. Both women gasped, gagged and grunted as they pounded each other like old battleships.
After three minutes Karen retreated to the ropes. Her nipples were cut and sliced and her white tits streaked by claw marks, reddened by punches and squeezing. Keisha?s black tits don?t show as much damage but the nipples are dripping blood and the aureole?s showed gashes. The black flesh was far blacker than it once was. Keisha staggered forward and Karen resorted to her standby gut kick.
Keisha stopped short. The white foot barely touched the belly. The black school teacher grabbed the white ankle and jerked Karen off the ropes. The blonde?s left leg buckled under her as the right was raised up and the white woman ended up on her ass with her left foot under her ass.
Keisha smiled mercilessly and stomped on the executives wide open sex, crushing the fat lips. Keisha twisted her black foot back and forth, grinding Karen?s pussy. The executive screamed and clawed the black woman?s leg, eventually grabbing her toes and bending them. That forced Keisha to jerk her leg back. Karen freed her left foot and kicked at Keisha?s other ankle sending the black woman staggering.
Karen pulled up on the ropes and turned into a two fisted beating of her boobs and belly. She fought back, but the teacher literally had her on the ropes. Her once white tits were bright red and swelling in between being splattered against her breast bone. Finally she lunged into Keisha and grabbed her. As Karen struggled to keep the black woman?s arms in check, she bit into the fat sweaty black tits. Keisha howled and managed to throw Karen into a corner. The white woman crumbled. Luckily the bell ended the beating.
Karen struggled to get some strength back into her legs and arms. Her tits were dark read, sliced up bags of agony. Her belly was turning shades of blue and she hurt all over. At her age recovery would be daunting win or lose, but losing to this black bitch would meant a brutal domination that would add to agony for sure and be impossible to forget. She had to fight. She had to win.
Keisha examined her throbbing boobs. The bites had drawn blood in two places adding to the burning scratches that were seeping blood and swelling up like whip lashes. Her womb continued to turn over. The white bitch?s kicks had hurt her deep and threatened to rob her of her legs. She would rather die than give this arrogant white cunt the satisfaction of rubbing her privileged cunt into another black woman?s face. Keisha had been angry all her life at every man and woman she met, but she had blamed it on white women and that?s where she measured her success. Dominating them with words or physical intimidation thrilled her, but beating one into submission in a real fight and then breaking one of them sexually and mentally had become the secret core of her self-worth. She had lost before, but not before a lot more pain. She would not quit.
The next round started as the two mature fighters cautiously approached, fists up at breast level, sweat rolling off their tortured bodies, wet foot prints on the mat as they spiraled inward ever so slowly.
Keisha felt her fists were superior to the white?s. She also knew she had been out maneuvered again and again. Another white foot deep in her rolling belly would put her down and helpless. She watched the blonde?s feet as they circled, ready for a sudden kick.
Karen protected her swelling boobs. She seriously worried they might have been ruptured. They swayed with each step causing more pain and making her breathing even more difficult. She knew she was smarter than the black cunt stalking her. It was a matter of gutting her one more time and then stomping on her so brutally that even if the referees didn?t stop it the bitch would be unable to fight on in the next round.
Closer and closer. Keisha dropped her right shoulder and fired a right toward Karen?s navel. Karen partially blocked it and drove her left forearm into Keisha?s huge black tits flattening both of them and knocking the teacher back several steps. Keisha cursed and planted her feet. Karen saw a chance and kicked out trying a front kick to the top of the hairy mound. Keisha?s eyes widened and she snatched for the leg while backing up. Karen?s heel thudded into the mound and skipped over the bush, missing the belly but hurting the black woman just the same. Keisha?s hand succeeded in hooking the back of Karen?s calf for a moment almost putting white woman on her ass.
Off balance for a moment, Karen could not block the brutal round house right fist than crushed her left boob, pancaking it and literally driving it up to her shoulder. The pain exploded. Karen cupped her breast and retreated just avoiding a left to her right boob. Keisha followed after her huffing and puffing. Karen bounced on the middle rope as she had done so many times before and snapped out her right foot, intent on rupturing the black cunt?s womb.
Keisha just missed three punches and charged on, but she remembered the other times she had run into that foot. When the blonde sat back on the middle rope and planted her left foot, Keisha?s brain screamed ?KICK? at her and she twisted on one foot. The white cunt?s foot still hit her belly, but from the side. It splatted and slid on the sweaty flesh along Keisha?s belly and into her reaching hand. Suddenly she had the business woman?s foot trapped by the heel, riding on her left hip.
Keisha drove her right fist hard into the blonde?s shaved mound, targeting the upper lips and clit. As she moved in her left hand slid up Karen?s leg from ankle to thigh, keeping her right leg up in the air and her leaning back on the ropes, the target area fully revealed and exposed. Karen screamed and her left leg bent, but her ass was firmly on the middle rope which just sagged.
Keisha leaned her right side across Karen?s fat bruised tits and turned side to side, snaked her right hand down and in a fluid move put the white woman into a savage brutal cunt claw from above. Karen?s mouth opened in a wild scream, as the pain continued her face found Keisha?s shoulder and started biting, one hand went for the right hand claw on her sex and the other slapped at the black woman?s back, then ass and then with a clarity brought on by extreme merciless pain, Karen?s probing hand entered the black woman from behind.
Keisha squealed and involuntarily lost her holds jumping away from the penetrating fingers. Once safe she turned angrily and saw Karen still on the ropes groping at the bloodied crotch. Karen looked up and started to move so Keisha lashed out with a round kick that slammed into the white woman?s drooping tits as she tried to climb out of her sitting position on the ropes.
Karen flopped back into the ropes trapped by their flexibility. Before she could right herself black fists were exploding against her swollen orbs. Her breasts were crushed, pancaked, driven down, driven up, driven to the side and turned into pain bags. She covered up leaning forward protecting her tits, belly and crotch.
Keisha screamed in frustration, grabbed the short blonde hair and physically dragged the executive off the ropes and through her to the mat. Face down, Karen moaned and tried to crawl, but Keisha delivered brutal stomps to her lower back. The referees started to move in. A few of those stomps to the kidneys could kill, and the white woman was already battered beyond what either would have thought she could stand.
Instead, the bell rang ending the battering. They had to pull Keisha away. She struggled for a moment then the exhaustion set in and she sat down on the ropes in her corner drinking water, then pouring it over her head. Karen tried to crawl, but she could not press up to her hands and knees. One attempt almost succeeded but ended in her curled up in the fetal position sobbing and vomiting.
She cried out, ?I quit, she wins! Oh god, no more!?
Keisha took thirty minutes to rest until she lifted the still sobbing executive up by the hips and pushed her over the bottom ropes so her engorged tits sagged and swung free. The she began the thorough and brutal fist rape of Karen?s bloody pussy and soon bloody ass. Karen squealed and begged. After the fisting, Keisha returned with a strap on way too thick and long for friendly use. Karen passed out during that part of her humiliation. Using cold water Keisha woke her victim up.
Karen found her ass and legs were now on one side of the lower rope and her head and shoulders were on the mat outside. The two referees were fingering themselves. Then she fell something drop on her forehead and looked up. Keisha was standing above fucking herself with her own wet fingers. She was dripping cunt juice and lowering herself to Karen?s face. Karen felt hands gripping her hot, throbbing tit bags.
?Eat me from asshole to belly button, white cunt or I?ll work these tits until they are squirting blood.?
Karen believed her and started licking desperately. How long was not the question! How deep in the ass was not the question! How far into that sweaty, steaming black pussy did her tongue or nose go was not the question! All that mattered was the black woman came and came and did not hurt her tits anymore. Finally the session ended as Karen aching jaw opened one more time to receive a hot endless stream of piss as a distant voice laughed.
Karen showed up at an appointed address for a second round of humiliation a week later and found herself at a private club called the Black Rose. Sixty or so black women were in attendance with at least thirty white women, a handful of Latinas, a couple of Asians (brown and yellow) and a pre-op very unhappy black she-male. These were the slaves of the week and the membership shared their women, brutally. Karen hate so many pussies, licked so many asses, had so many things jammed into her cunt and ass, and came against her will again and again. And the humiliations of every type continued even as she passed out. When the night was over she was broken.
Rankings were adjusted and notices sent. Karen?s humiliation went onto the private video line and suddenly all the women she had done this too wanted another shot at her. Black white fights jumped to a new high in frequency as the application matched opponents over and over again and all out of the limelight, unseen and unknown to the world outside. The Application grew in popularity, but Karen did not seek another fight for half a year, and she did not want a rematch with the school teacher. She lost that fight to an older white woman she had beat three times before. Karen finally had to start paying membership fees because she failed to fight for an entire year. Keisha had taken the fight out of her and until she got it back she was a paying voyeur, not a fighter. Her defeat was complete.
Even so, a competing women?s club called the Thorn Bushes had contacted her, they were apparently the white version of the Black Rose. She had been ready to let her membership in the WFB club fight lapse. But when she saw her estranged daughters name in the Thorn Bushes membership, she had to answer their interview request.
