Repost: Taking out the trash (all parts) by Mr. Cage

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 1)
Author: Mr. Cage

Shelley started to turn into the 7-11. Her rough idling sedan coughed and wheezed and then cut-off. Cursing up a storm she turned the engine over. The car behind her blew its horn. Shelley waved it around. The horn blew again. Shelly waved again. This time the horn blew on. Shelly looked into her mirror right into the face of a smart-assed black bitch who was busy calling her a few choice names. Shelley didn?t play that shit. She was a big woman and a full scale white trash bar bitch. She did what came natural. She stuck her hand out the window, shot the bird and yelled a fuck you.

Della was already late to work. She gunned her engine, backed up and pulled around the white bitch?s car. She screeched to a halt opposite the right window and shouted, ?Get that wreck off the street you fucking white bitch.? Then she roared around and cut a sharp left into the 7-11 to fill up her tank.

Shelley was none to happy with that. She got her car started and pulled into the 7-11 and cut in front of the black bitch?s car. She was out in a second, dressed in her dirty light blue slacks and yellow t-shirt. Her dirty eight and a half size feet wore flip-flops. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair was kind of stringy and ready for a wash. Shelley was a hard 28 years old, stood 5?9?? and weighed 170 pounds.

Della looked at the big white bitch and groaned silently that she didn?t have time for this shit. She was twenty minutes late for a meeting at the strip bar and her job was not that secure. She stood 5?10?? and weighed 160 pounds a lot of it in the one thing that got her the job in the first place, her boobs. Her nappy black hair was partially straightened and hung over her shoulders in thick lose braids. She wore a too tight skirt and a t-shirt with flats. Her work clothes were in a bag in the back of her car.

Della snarled, ?Back in your car, bitch. I don?t have time to fuck around.?

Shelley kicked off her flip flops and stepped forward with her fists doubled up. Della left the gas running in her car and stepped forward, shutting her door and motioning with her hands for Shelley to do something.

?Yeah, you fucking white trash ho, what are you going to do about it?

Shelley shouted, ?I?m going to shut your dirty mouth Nigger!?

With that the big white woman swung her right fist in a short arc. Della hadn?t figured on anything other than some cussing. She started to turn her head as the white fist crashed into her left cheek knocking her into the side of her car. Shelley was on her pushing her back over the car with a left hand in her face and punching down at her with the right fist. Della?s feet came off the pavement. Shelley was between her legs forcing her back over the hood of her own car, pounding her face and head.

Della took the punches and bit into Shelley?s left hand. The white woman screamed and jerked back her hand. Della set up and drove her own left fist into the center of Shelley?s face knocking her back against a gas pump. The white woman groaned and charged back into Della knocking her back on the car hood. Shelley tried to climb on top and choke Della out, but Della?s knee was up and Shelley slide of the hood and landed with a hard thud on her ass.

About that time an old Korean woman came running out of the store yelling, ?I call cops. You pay. You leave. I call cops.?

Shelley was pulling herself up. Della tossed a twenty dollar bill at the old lady. Pulled out the gas hose and rammed it into the pump holder. Shelley was standing at the front bumper. Della charged her and pushed her hard on the boobs. Shelley stumbled backwards and fell into her own car. Della jerked open her door, hopped in the car, threw it into reverse and pulled backwards nearly hitting the screaming Korean owner. After shooting the bird at the old woman, she shot one at Shelley and yelled a few choice curses at her, then Della gunned her car and pulled back onto the rode and raced away.

Michelle got up off her ass a second time. Cursed and hopped in her still running car. For once it didn?t sputter out and she whipped around and out onto the road speeding after the black bitch. The old lady just shook her fist and yelled wordlessly at the two crazy women racing down the road. Then she looked at the crunched up twenty in her fist, mumbled and returned to her store.

Della laughed as she cut a right turn onto the long four-lane surface street that served as an industrial parkway for the warehouses and small manufacturing factories that lined both sides of it. In between block buildings were small drive-in banks, fast food joints, dingy workingmen?s bars and the local tits and ass bar, the TT Twister. Whipping into the parking lot she parked out by the street with the other employee cars. Backing in until her back wheels hit the small little concrete barrier she looked into the mirror and groaned. Della quickly applied some make-up, pulled together her clothes and switched into high heels. She had made it with a minute to spar. It was turning into a good day after all.

As Della took the last step inside the door, Shelley stopped her car on the street right behind the black bitch?s car. After scrambling in her purse she found an ink pin and a piece of paper. She wrote down the license number and tore the paper in half. On the other half she wrote, ?I?ll get you Nigger.? After checking the street, she got out of her car, went to the rear and got out her tire iron. Shelley looked around again and walked beside the black bitch?s car, scraping the side of the car from the back panel to the front door. At the front door she checked for witnesses and then shattered the window and dropped in her little note. Now she was smiling. Her day too was taking a turn for the good. She made a mental note to herself to call and get the shift times and stop by to see the look on the bitch?s face when the note was found.

At 2 A. M., eight hours later, Della walked out of the bar. Her eyes were burning from the smoke, her back was sore and her feet were just plain in agony. Eight hours of poll dancing, drinking, being fondled under the table, breathing in smoke, sweat and beer fumes did nothing for her health or state of mind. As she clip clopped on her torturing high heels toward her car she didn?t see Shelley?s car parked down the street. At the car Della fumbled for her keys and then under the street light saw the broken window for the first time. She stood back and then saw the long scratch down the side of her car. What the fuck was her thought. Then she saw the note. She read it under the glare of the street light and cursed. ?I?ll kill that fucking ridge running cracker bitch.?

Della brushed the broken glass out of her seat and then pulled out, cursing all the way. About half a block away, Shelley set in her car laughing her ass off. As the black woman drove by she started her car and raced to catch up with her. It was a hot summer night and waiting in the car she had soaked through her tight t-shirt and heavy bra. Her jeans were wet too. She wore heavy boots and a thick leather belt. She had heavy costume jewelry on her fingers. She had tied her greasy hair back in a bun. At the light she pulled up next to the black bitch, honked her horn and then flipped the bird and mouthed ?Fuck you Nigger.?

Della screamed and slammed open her door denting the side of Shelley?s shit box car. Without thinking she jumped out of her car in her bare feet, leather mini, boob tube and nothing else. Shelley was out immediately. They met swinging at the back of the white woman?s car. Fists and curses flew as they twirled around in the empty street. The red light turned green and the pounding continued.

Della?s fists started Shelley?s nose and mouth bleeding. The white woman?s rings opened up cuts on Della?s cheeks, slashed her mouth open and cut her forehead. Della might have taken the big white bitch, but she was not clothed for a street fight. Once in close and tied up, the two sweaty women cursed, clawed and punched each other in a tight embrace. Shelley purposefully stomped on Della?s bare feet with her boots. The light turned red again and Della was taking the worst of it.

Della?s boob tube was done around her waist and her huge tits were swinging free in the hot night. Her nose and mouth were busted wide-open; the cuts from Shelley?s rings were getting worse; her left eye was blurred with blood from her forehead and eyebrow, and her right eye was swelling shut. Shelley kept punching and following the black woman back down the street. The white woman?s t-shirt was still protecting her even if it was bloodstained by blood spatter from the black woman and droplets of her own blood. Her fists were red and getting redder. Shelley?s nose was pouring blood and her lips were swelling up to twice their normal size. Her right eye was going to be black and her left cheek was swelling. The light turned green again.

Every time Della made a stand, the big boots would stomp her sore feet or kick her bare legs. Della finally stumbled backwards over the curve. She hit with a thud and kicked out to defend herself. Shelley took one foot on her thigh and twisted around the flailing black feet. Della tried to twist on the ground, but her leather skirt and the concrete slowed her down. Shelley was beside her and the shit kicking boots started landing. Della grunted and groaned, trying to cover up, but nothing could stop the big footed bitch from stomping on her belly, kicking her ribs and targeting her big flopping tits. One particularly nasty stomp left deep tread marks on her right boob from the white bitch?s boots. Della screamed out and grabbed herself. Shelley yelled in triumph and delivered a full kick to the black woman?s face. The light turned red.

Della moaned and jerked. Shelley looked at her handy work. The black bitch still squirmed on the ground but she was out of it. Shelley wiped some blood off her face and slowly pulled off her leather belt. She doubled it over in her hand. Just to make sure she kicked the black bitch in the ribs a couple of times. Della rolled over on her side in the fetal position. Shelley snarled, ?You fucking Nigger. Now you?re going to get whipped like the slave whore you are.?

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. The belt came down again and again causing Della to scream and writhe on the concrete. Eventually she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees. Blood and tears followed her path, and so did Shelley, whipping the black woman with the heavy belt again and again. Della screamed and begged with each slashing hit. Finally she crawled to a chain-linked fence and tried to climb it with her bloody hands. Shelley wrapped the belt around Della?s neck, put a knee into her back and started choking her. Della gasped and reached back over her shoulders for anything to relieve the throttling, but there was nothing.

Shelley snarled, ?Die you fucking whore.? Suddenly powerful hands grabbed her and threw her hard to the ground. A knee landed between her shoulders with about two hundred and fifty pounds on top of it. Shelley groaned. She felt her arms being twisted up behind her back and then cold steel fastened around her wrists. Totally stunned it took her several minutes to understand how she had ended up in the back seat of a squad car.

Things started to clear up when she was cleaned up at the emergency room, still under close guard by a big black cop. Across the room a white cop watched over Della as a group of doctors treated her wounds. Shelley moaned to herself. She was in deep shit and she knew it. She started formulating her story. She was attacked at the stop light by a crazy stripper and had to defend herself. Self-defense! Yeah that was it. The fact that she had kicked the bitch?s ass was only due to the fact that she was the better woman. Yeah, it was self-defense, pure and simple.

The black cop said, ?Lady you really kicked the shit out of that sister over there. You fucked up her face, put bruises and welts all over her. She?s got scrapes, cuts and bruised ribs. You?re lucky there?s nothing more serious.?

?It was self-defense. She attacked me at the stop-light.?

?Yeah right,? he replied with a slight smile.

His partner came over with his notepad out. They talked for a moment in low tones. Shelley managed to hear the white cop say something about that one, motioning to Della, got out of the car first. Then she heard something about her starting the fight earlier in the day. The two cops shook their heads and the black cop mumbled something about road rage and crazy fucking bitches. Then he said something like, they both go in and let somebody else decide who did what.

So five hours later Shelley was sitting in a cell in her t-shirt and jeans. Her boots, belt and rings had been taken from her. Her wounds were treated, but her face was a swollen mess and she could feel bruises all over her boobs and belly. Della lay on a cot across the corridor in her own sell, dressed her mini and boob tube. She was a fucking mess. Shelley smiled to herself.

She couldn?t resist saying, ?Hey bitch. How?s it feel to get your ass kicked? I fucked you up real good. You?re lucky the fucking cops showed up and saved your sorry black ass. You hear me whore. You fucking crack ho. Hey, bitch. Hey, cunt. You hear me??

Della turned around and snarled through swollen and stitched lips, ?You?ll fucking pay you cracker cunt. I?ll tear your tits off and put them on my goddamned table as trophies.?

The intellectual debate continued and grew louder. When the nightshift sergeant arrived they were against the bars of their cells screaming and spitting at each other.

?Shut the fuck up!?

When that didn?t work he hit the bars with his stick. That forced the women back, but it didn?t silence them. The sergeant was joined by two other cops who were laughing their asses off as the two women cursed each other with ever growing vigor and color.

Finally the sergeant yelled, ?You bitches want another piece of each other. Okay fine. You can put a little show down here. Somebody go up and cut off the tape, no better yet fix it so it loops around for the next hour or so. I got an idea. These bitches are so fucked up right now that nobody will be able to prove a thing.?

An hour later, Shelley was stripped naked, her left wrist shackled by a long chain above her head to an exposed pipe. Her right fist was wrapped in masking tape. She couldn?t open her hand. Another piece of tape was across her mouth. Her right hand was twisted behind her back by one of the cops. Della was similarly attired, taped, shackled and held opposite her.

The sergeant nodded at the handiwork. Checked the chains and then announced, ?Okay ladies, if you want to settle your dispute I?ll let you. Whoever cries for help first spends the night in jail and the other goes home. If you don?t want to fight then I?ll give you back your clothes and put you in your cells and you can sort it out in the morning with the district attorney. But, you got to keep your mouths shut. So what will it be, fight or shut the hell up.?

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 2)
Author: Mr. Cage

With an audience of three the two women stood naked in the hot jail cell corridor, standing on bare feet with their left hands handcuffed above their heads to overhead pipes. Their faces were already marked and swollen. Della had stitches in her right eyebrow, left cheek and lower lip. Her back had been whipped raw by Shelley?s heavy leather belt. The belt had left welts on the black woman?s legs, ass and chest as well. She was bruised and battered all over. Even her feet had taken a savage stomping by the white woman?s big boots. Still she stood there without any doubt. Della planned to beat the white bitch to death right then and there. Shelley?s face was swollen and badly bruised. She had come off distinctly better in the fight, but her white skin showed the battle wounds much better than Della?s dark skin. Her boobs and belly had been well protected during the fight, but Della?s fists had left darkening bruises there as well. She had managed to avoid stitches, but her lower lip had been taped with a steri-strip. She stood there sweating; wanting to finish the job she had started on the black whore in the street.

The sergeant said, ?All right then we fight. Three minute rounds with one minute rest breaks. Let the bitches go!?

The cops let go of the right arms. Della drew back her fist to strike, but Shelley swung straight from behind her back, up into Della?s belly. Della grunted and smashed her big black fist into Shelley?s already damaged mouth. The white woman?s head snapped back and both her lips immediately opened up. Shelley swung staggered but came back with a hard right to Della?s swollen left eye. The black woman groaned and her head snapped to the side. Her left cheek opened up as the stitches pulled. Della snapped her right fist back at Shelley?s face, but the white woman turned her head and stepped back. The fist grazed her cheek. Shelley fired straight into Della?s swollen nose. Della groaned and wobbled on her feet. Her left hand grabbed at the chain to hold her up. Blood poured out of both nostrils and tears came out of her eyes. She ducked her head and Shelley?s backhand cuffed her on the ear. Della drove her right fist up into the underside of Shelley?s left boob and smashed the orb upward. Shelley groaned and fired her right into the side of Della?s left boob, sending the big black tit flying.

One of the cops shouted, ?Bust her tit!? He seemed to be backing Shelley.

Shelley grunted as Della?s hard fist sank into her navel. Shelley moaned and fired back into Della?s bent over face. Della cried out and her head came out spraying blood from her nose and mouth. She staggered back and wobbled using the left chain to steady herself. At that point Shelley grabbed her left nipple, pulled her tit out straight, twisted it and then jerked it down. Della screamed and grabbed for the hand. Shelley held on and countered with a sharp knee up into black woman?s wide open crotch.

Shelley?s cop shouted, ?She scores!?

Della?s cop yelled, ?Kick that twat back!?

Della moaned and let Shelley?s tit-mauling hand free. She jammed her fingers into Shelley?s face and forced the white woman?s head back. Shelley screamed as nails sliced into her swollen face. She released her tit maul and drove her fist into Della?s chin. The black woman?s head snapped back again and this time her legs gave. Shelley shouted in triumph and smashed her right fist hard into Della?s left boob, flattening it against the breast bone. Della cried out and tried to get her legs under her. Shelley stepped back just enough to get a knee up into the black woman?s crotch. Then Shelley fired a back-fist into the hanging black woman?s right eye, busting open the cut on her eyebrow.

The sergeant yelled, ?Time.?

The cops grabbed both women and got them under control. There was no water or treatment. They just held the gasping woman in check. Della regained her feet and tried to blink the blood from her eyes. Shelley started talking trash. Della sucked in air and ignored her. The sergeant counted down the minute.

He said, ?Anybody had enough??

Della finally said, ?I?m going to kill that white cunt.?

Shelley spit blood on her and yelled back, ?Come on and fight nigger whore!?

The sergeant shook his head and shouted, ?Let them at it!?

Both women?s fists smashed hard into the other woman?s left ribs. Grunting, they swung again into the lower belly. The hard fists made wet, meaty sounds as they sunk into the flesh. The black dancer?s belly stood up a little better if Shelley?s groan was any measure. Shelley struck up into Della?s chin. Della?s head snapped back but her round right took Shelley on the left cheek and opened up a terrible gash in the hot, swollen flesh. Shelley screamed and staggered. Della came back with another fist to the same spot and sent Shelley stumbling. The white woman retained her balance using her chain to steady herself. Della?s next punch brushed the top of Shelley?s head as she ducked. Della grabbed the blood and sweat-matted hair and jerked, but Shelley was on her feet and her own right fist was rocketing down to the tip of Della?s shaved mound.

The cops groaned as the white fist cracked into Della?s pubic bone. Shelley?s cop yelled, ?She scores again.?

Della?s mouth opened and she moaned. Her legs wobbled, but she responded by jerking Shelley forward by the hair. The white woman?s follow-up punch hammered into Della?s turned hip. Della responded with a savage black knee into Shelley?s hairy dirty blonde bush. Shelley went up on her toes crying out in pain as the knee bruised her thick hanging pussy lips. Della released her hair hold and backhanded Shelly across the right side of her face, snapping the white woman?s head to the side.

The other cop decided to support Della with a shout, ?Smash that bitch?s tits!?

Della responded with a downward hammer like fist on top of Shelley?s left boob. Shelley had big boobs, but nothing like the stripper?s. The fat balloon deformed and spread over Shelley?s chest as the hard black fist plowed downward through its center. When Della?s hand passed down between them the bright red flesh bounced back up and jiggled as it tried to find its pre-blow shape. Shelley cried out. Della?s fist roared straight into the white woman?s face, smashing her already damaged nose. The crack of the fist on the nose was unmistakable. Shelley?s nose exploded with blood, a cut appeared on its bridge and she went limp.

?Damn!? shouted the audience of three.

Shelley was out on her feet. Della fired fast short rights up into the woman?s hanging face. Shelley?s head bounced and her hair flew with each punch. Blood from the nose turned into a river covering the lower half of the white woman?s face, her tits and her belly. The cops watched as Shelley dangled from her trapped arm and Della savagely pounded her. Della got in seven unanswered shots before the sergeant leapt forward and grabbed her.

?That?s enough goddamn it. She dies we all go to fucking jail.?

He held Della against her well as Della?s cop counted the white woman out. Shelley was still breathing. They unchained her and dragged her to her cot. She came to moaning and unable to see out of two swollen eyes. She coughed and vomited blood for several minutes. Cold rags on the back of her head and on her nose eventually stopped the bleeding. By that time they had cleaned up what was left of Della?s face and let her go with a big warning about not talking and never showing up in jail again. Shelley curled up on her cot with ice bags on her face and moaned. The cops eventually took her back to the emergency room for treatment, explaining that she had gotten into a fight in the jail cell. Shelley nodded mutely in return for their promise to release her after treatment.

Shelley?s cop drove her to her towed car, got it out of hock and then followed her home.

As she dragged her whipped ass out of the car he said, ?Hey look, you whipped her once and she whipped you once. If you ever want to take her on again, give me a call and I?ll set it up so you two can finish your business.?

Shelley turned her swollen, stitched and bandaged face too him and croaked out, ?This ain?t over. I?ll get that bitch and kill her with my own bare hands.?

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 3)
Author: Mr. Cage

Shelley nursed her wounds with the help of the cop and another visit to the emergency room. Her broken nose was relatively easily reset. That very night she started an affair with the cop, even though he was married. The blow job hurt her stitched lips like hell, but getting nailed in the back of a squad car brought back her high school days. The black eyes, cuts and gashes would grace her face for more than a month before she could hide them with make-up and another two weeks before she would be as good as new. She and her married cop fan started up a cheap little affair. She wanted to heal before tracking down Della again. And, for the first time in her young life she actually started to exercise. Of course, that didn?t stop the beer and fast food, which was how she ended up at a local founder?s day picnic with her cop in tow less than two weeks after her jailhouse beating.

She was worried his wife and kids might show up, but he assured her they were out of town visiting relatives. Shelley smiled through her still swollen lips as she loaded up a plate with BBQ. She was relatively well made-up, clean and enjoying the summer sun on her bare shoulders and arms. Her hair was swept back into a pony-tail. Shelley was wearing tight cut-off jeans, a white muscle half-t and a pair of sandals. Her big boobs were obviously unrestrained by a bra and she had left her underwear in the doorway after they had screwed before leaving for the picnic. She was just about to pick up her beer and join Dave, the cop, at a table he had staked out with a three of his cop buddies and their sleazy girlfriends. All four men were married with children and all had cheap white trash girl friends. Shelley was right at home.

Then she heard a familiar laugh followed by, ?Jesus, Shelley somebody finally kicked your ass good, didn?t they??

She lifted her head up and looked into the eyes of her cousin, Ann. Ann was young, relatively firm and shapely at about 5?3?? and 126 pounds. She had dark hair and a firm bust, perhaps a 36c cup. Ann was cute and attractive, well made-up and self-confident. Shelley had always hated and envied her smaller cousin and had bullied her for years until they had grown-up and kept their distance. Ann had a good husband, Tony. They lived well and obviously looked down on her white trash cousin. She was dressed neatly, but casually in a trendy, short jean skirt, a no sleeve, low cut white peasant blouse and a pair of designer sandals.

Shelley mumbled, ?You should have seen the other bitch. I kicked her ass real good and I?ll kick it again next time we meet.?

Ann laughed, ?Yeah sure you did.?

Shelley?s face got red, ?You think different??

Ann picked up two beers and turned to leave. As she turned she said, ?So you say, but your face says different. I wish I could have been there. All I know is that it couldn?t happen to a nicer girl.?

Ann walked a way laughing. She sat down with her husband, said something. He glanced at Shelley, then turned away and started chuckling himself. Shelley was steaming. She returned to her table looking back at her cousin. The cop asked her what was wrong she told him. He looked in Ann?s direction and mumbled something about her being a hot little babe. That was it for Shelley. She stood up with her beer in her hand and stomped off. Dave watched her go and then groaned to himself. He raced off after her while his friends and their girls laughed. Each of the others had heard the story of the big fight and wished they?d been there to witness it.

Shelley walked up behind Ann and said, ?You think you can take me little cousin. Then let?s go, right now!?

Ann turned around and looked up at Shelley. Her husband stood and stepped between them. He knew how much the two disliked each other. The cop got there and put a hand on Shelley?s shoulder.

Ann said, ?I?d love to kick your ass you big ugly white trash whore, but I?m too much of a lady to get into a catfight at a public event. There are decent people here, Shelley, people and their children. Next time I?m in a white trash biker bar then come and talk to me.?

Shelley snarled, ?You chicken shit little cunt.?

Dave said, ?Ladies, this is no where to settle your problem. But if you want, we can all take a little walk over to the old baseball diamond. They?ve got an old tin shed there that used to serve as a concession stand, announcer?s booth, and storage room. It?s empty now, and private. Maybe you two could have your discussion there without attracting too much attention or disturbing the old folk.?

Ann looked carefully at her bigger cousin?s wounds and decided that she would never get a better chance to kick the big slut?s ass. Her husband loved watching her wrestle and catfight. He had even paid a couple of local women to wrestle her. Ann looked at her husband and he smiled and nodded. Win or lose he loved watching her fight.

A small group started across the field. As they walked, a number of men stopped at tables to talk to their friends. The small group became a small parade. Perhaps sixty men and maybe a dozen women followed Shelley and Ann through a hole in a fence, down a small path in the woods, across an overgrown baseball diamond to a twelve foot by twelve foot steel shed. Dave walked up to the shed, pulled a tool out of his pocket and opened a door on the back side. The back wall also housed two closed bathroom doors, one on either side.

Once inside he opened up three swing-out shutters. Braced open, they formed a little shelter over counter areas that stretched for four feet centered on the two sides of the building and eight feet centered on the front of the building. In the past, during the hot summer hot dogs, beer, burgers and pop were shoveled over the one foot counter to sweaty customers. Now the empty interior was lit by three long florescent lights that flickered unsteadily. The interior was eight by twelve feet, cut off by a back wall which had once separated the food and storage areas from the cramped bathrooms. Only the musky dirt floor remained. Luckily there had been no serious rain in a few weeks because the once reliable roof was holed in four or five places.

The crowd lined the counter areas. They were mumbling and sweating furiously.
Ann?s husband, Tony, was becoming very nervous. This was a big angry fight mob and they were going to see a fight or know the reason why. There was no way Ann and Shelley would be allowed to come to their senses. Dave led the two women into the center of the shed to the raucous cheers of the audience. Sweating heavily inside the hot shed, Dave took on the job of ring announcer and referee.

Dave whispered to both women. They kicked of their sandals and tossed them toward the backdoor. Then they took off their jewelry and handed it to him. He handed Ann?s to Tony and put Shelley?s in his front pocket. He held up his hands for silence. He got some degree of attention and then announced, ?Ladies and Gentlemen, let?s get ready to rumble.?

There was a loud cheer followed by some laughter, rude comments and suggestions that the ladies take it off. That got a middle finger from Shelley.

Dave warned, ?This is going to be a fair fight. There will be no interference and it will go on until one woman can?t defend herself. These ladies are cousins and have fought several times before. This is a grudge fight.?

Cheers.

He continued, ?But first, the rules.?

He paused for a moment and then he shouted, ?There are no rules!?

Approving screams followed. Dave backed out of the way, blocking the back door with his body, leaving Tony and the rest of Dave?s party looking around his broad shoulders. Dave yelled, ?Start!?

A cheer rose from the crowd again. Shelley held up her hands in acknowledgement. Ann snarled and rushed forward into the bigger woman, slamming into Shelley?s belly with a flying tackle. Shelley groaned and then thudded into the corner of the shed with Ann still driving forward on her bare feet. Dust flew from the soles of Ann?s feet as she kept pushing into her cousin?s belly. Shelley regained her senses, grew angry and started hammering down both her fists onto Ann?s shoulder blades. Ann grunted with each blow but kept her bigger cousin pinned into the corner. Shelley?s right leg came up in an attempt to knee Ann, but Ann grabbed it with her right hand and held it tight against her own body. Shelley screamed in fury and pounded Ann?s back some more. Each thud solicited a grunt from the smaller woman. Ann finally responded by driving her left fist up hard into Shelley?s barely covered crotch. The unraveled crotch of the jean shorts was already between her vaginal lips and dirty blonde pubic hair peaked out. Those few in the audience that were in the opposite door got a good shot.

The crotch punches hurt Shelley and drove her into action. She grabbed Ann?s peasant blouse just above her jean skirt and pulled it out and up. Then with her free right hand she dug her chipped red nails into her cousin?s flesh and ripped straight up her spine. Ann screamed as four nasty red streaks and spots of blood appeared on her smooth tanned back. She twisted with the pain and suddenly found herself falling sideways into the shed wall. Shelley staggered backwards along the opposite wall, freed from the pin, and pulled Ann?s blouse up and over her head, exposing her hanging 36c?s to the cheers of the audience, both men and women.

Ann straightened up trapped in her own blouse. Shelley drove a wicked right straight into Ann?s bare pale white boob, driving the brown nipple and aureole back into the flesh and splattering the whole boob around the twisting fist. Ann moaned and fell back against the wall still struggling to pull off her own blouse. Shelley braced herself with her left hand and stomp kicked her right foot up and straight out driving her dirty foot into her cousin?s exposed belly. Ann groaned and staggered along the wall in front of the open counter to the cheers of the audience. Somebody snatched off her blouse and freed her from the dangerous trap. Shelley glared into the crowd at the bastard that had freed Ann. His girlfriend glared back and shot the bird at her. They both yelled for Ann to get that fat ass whore.

At that point somebody yelled, ?I got fifty dollars, two to one on the big chic.? Others started shouting and a brisk round of betting ensued. Dave might not be a rocket scientist, but he knew an opportunity for a quick buck when it bit him on the ass suddenly started thinking beyond the sweaty dust-up going on in the hot little shed. He and his cop friends knew twenty or thirty women in the county who were fighters. They also picked up drunks, shop lifters, forgers, scammers, whores and druggies who might be willing to trade some jail time for a few bruises and cash money. Then there was his uncle who was the warden of the state?s infamous women?s prison, the ?Pink House.? His mind turned over contacts and possibilities as the fight continued. He could see a monthly or twice monthly set of matches. His cop buddies providing security and collecting admissions, selling beer and taking bets. He could even get a couple of drug dealers to show up and give them a kick back on sales. They could pay the women a few bucks, have some fun and pocket some money.

Topless and free, Ann dodged away from her lumbering cousin. Back in the center she circled. Sweat ran down between her boobs and stained her skirt. Her legs and feet were now covered in dust and dirt. Her back stung from the scratches and her shoulder blades ached from the beating. Shelley on the other hand was still winded from the shoulder drive into the shed wall. The big woman stalked Ann, cursing and taunting. Shelley finally ran out of patience and charged her cousin. Ann side stepped her and drove her fist deep into Shelley?s soft belly. The big girl grunted and staggered to a stop holding her stomach.

Ann jumped on her cousin?s back. Her legs wrapped around Shelley?s waist and her feet hooked down against Shelley?s crotch and thighs. Ann hooked on a choke with her right arm grabbing her left arm which slammed into the side of Shelley?s face. Her left hand grabbed a wad of sweaty dirty blond hair. It almost looked like a classical pro wrestling sleeper hole and somebody yelled ?sleeper? from the crowd. Instead, it was just a very effective choke. Shelley staggered around ripping at the right arm on her neck, leaving red streaks but getting no relief. Betting picked up. Tony yelled for his wife to choke out the cunt. Dave took it all in. The red screaming faces of the men and women watching the battle spelled dollar signs to him.

Shelley was in trouble. She drove backwards, picking up speed with each step. The small of Ann?s bare back rammed hard into the counter. Ann groaned. Her legs and arms popped open. Shelley fell forward on her hands and knees gasping for breath. She crawled forward choking and coughing. Ann was on her knees holding her back with both hands. She could barely see through the pain. Shelley was still crawling away when the smaller woman forced her self up on her feet. The crowd roared its approval.

Ann took six quick steps to Shelley?s side and drove her right foot into the downed woman?s ribs. Shelley groaned and set back on her ass, raising her hands defensively. Ann grabbed the slut?s white t-shirt and returned the earlier favor by pulling it over the bitch?s raised arms. Shelley?s big tits flopped free for all to see. Another loud roar of approval from the crowd drove Ann to grab the bitch?s trapped arms and drive a hard knee into the approximate area of the trapped woman?s face. Four more knees brought a red stain onto the dirty t-shirt. At that point Shelley?s dead weight freed her and she fell back topless in the dirt. Ann reacted to the cheers by raising the t-shirt like a trophy and waving it at the crowd.

Shelley?s big right foot showed Ann the serious errors of gloating. The foot disappeared under Ann?s short skirt and lifted the woman off her feet. Ann?s mouth formed a large O and her eyes rolled back in her head. She landed on her ass and bounced twice. Then she screamed and grabbed herself. Shelley?s big foot had crushed her pussy lips and her clit in one lucky shot. The pain had taken all the air out of Ann?s lungs and all the muscle out of her legs.

Both women?s supporters started screaming for their lady to take advantage of the situation. However, both women were content to sit on their asses in the dirt for a few moments more. Shelley?s nose was pouring blood down both sides of her mouth, to her chin and then to her sweaty tits. Her eyes were slowly clearing. Ann?s breath was returning and her legs were just begging to twitch again. The searing pain from her clit was slowly giving way to the throbbing pain from her pussy.

Shelley rolled onto her hands and knees, blood still dripping into the dirt. Ann saw the motion and did the same. She got to her feet and staggered to the counter for support. Tears mixed with sweat as she struggled to get the pain under control. So far she had out thought, out moved and out fought the big bitch. If she hadn?t stopped to gloat she could have kicked the shit out of the white trash whore all day long. Shelley was up on her feet and testing her balance. Her fucking nose was not ready for one let alone several knees. She hated this stuck up little bitch and was not about to lose a fight to this fucking bitch.

Shelley stalked forward, slowly with her fists ready. She was going fight her fight now, a fucking bitch brawl. Ann moved away from the counter looking for away to take her big cousin down again. They circled each other. Ann made a move toward Shelley?s right leg. Shelley stood her ground and countered with a perfect right upper cut to Ann?s face. Ann moaned and staggered back, bleeding from the mouth. Shelley swung a round house left, which Ann dodged. Ann responded with a right left to Shelley?s face. Shelley grunted and drove her own right straight into Ann?s nose. Ann staggered backwards again, blood dripping from both nostrils. Tony moved forward to stop the fight. Dave?s buddies grabbed his arms and pinned him back into the small hallway.

Shelley swung again. Ann dodged again, but found herself against the side of the shed. Shelley?s next shot took her on the right ear. Ann charged forward. Her dark nails buried themselves in her cousins matted hair and a knee went up into Shelley?s crotch. Shelley fell backwards with a groan and Ann went down on top of her, ripping hair. They landed with a thud. Ann straddled her cousin?s hips and banged her head on the dirt floor. Shelley screamed and groaned with each thud. Her own hands went to Ann?s face and clawed. Somebody yelled, ?Now that?s a fucking catfight.?

Shelley?s nails ripped open Ann?s cheeks and stopped the head banging. Ann grabbed Shelley?s wrists and pulled the claws away. The bigger woman planted her feet in the wet dirt and pushed up, bucking Ann forward. Ann flopped down onto of Shelley?s bloody face. As they wrestled with each other?s arms, Shelley continued to bridge up and Ann rode her thick belly. Ann?s jean skirt was rolled up around her hips and her black thong was a total hit with the male audience. Tony struggled as three sets of trained cop hands dragged him down and restrained him. His face was in the dirt and a knee was on his head. He had a perfect floor?s eye view of his wife?s boobs as they smothered Shelley?s bloody face.

Suddenly the grunting and moaning of the two women was broken by Ann?s screams. Ann rolled frantically on her side and grabbed at Shelley?s hair. Shelley rolled on top. As the big woman?s face was pulled back by the hair it was obvious that her teeth had been working on Ann?s 36c?s. Nasty bite marks covered the inside of Ann?s cleavage. As Shelley?s head was pulled back, her mouth continued to try and bite. Her teeth snapped close just a fraction of an inch from Ann?s erect nipples. Ann closed her legs behind Shelley?s back. Her ankles crossed and she snapped on a perfect scissors hold. Her strong thighs flexed and big thigh muscles stood out on her tanned, dirty legs. The onlookers appreciated the smaller woman?s fitness. Shelley grunted and realized she was in another trap. This little bitch was a good wrestler.

Shelley moaned as her ribs flexed and lungs constricted. Ann?s hands were slowly pulling Shelley?s hair out, but her teeth were out of the fight. But that left Shelley with two free hands. She grabbed the rolling boobs just out of reach of her teeth. Shelley?s thick fingers and big hands sank deep into the yielding flesh. Ann groaned as her boobs were crushed in her cousin?s fists. Shelley had both boobs by their bases. Ann?s 36c?s were constricted into two small cylinders by her cousin?s fists. Then they ballooned like strange nipple topped mushrooms over the tops of Shelley?s hands. Ann moaned and tightened her scissors hold. Shelley responded with a more desperate groan. Then the big woman pulled her hands outward and twisted trying to wrench Ann?s trapped tits off her chest. This was too much for the smaller woman.

Ann screamed and twisted her head from side to side as her boobs were mauled. She couldn?t release Shelley?s hair or the bitch?s snapping teeth would dine on her bulging nipples. Ann tried to roll her big assed cousin off her using the scissors, but nothing worked. Shelley pulled, crushed, twisted and kneaded the tit flesh while her weight and spread legs maintained her superior position. Shelley?s ribs and lungs were screaming, but Ann?s muscles had reached their limit and the legs were beginning to weaken and spasm. Ann finally released her scissors and tried to roll Shelley off with her feet and knees. That didn?t work. Ann twisted hair into her left fist and doubled her efforts with her left hand. She moved her right hand to the side of Shelley?s face and gouged her thumb into Shelley?s left eye.

That got the big bitch screaming and rolling. As Shelley escaped so did Ann. Her boobs bounced back into shape, but they were bruised, dirty, bitten, clawed and swelling visibly. Ann got to her feet checking her boobs and backing away toward the door. She was finished with this fucking fight. Dave blocked the door and pushed her back into the center. Shelley got up rubbing her eye.

She snarled, ?You fucking cunt. I?ll kill you for that. You tried to put out my fucking eye!?

Ann backed away and replied, ?You were trying to tear off my fucking tits and you bit me you whore. What?s wrong with you? You even fight like a white trash whore.?

Shelley moved forward with a hard left that grazed Ann?s right cheek. Ann fired back with a right straight into Shelley?s mouth. Shelley?s head snapped back and her upper lip opened up, but the big woman wasn?t stopped. Ann got caught with Shelley?s right fist between the eyes. Ann staggered back blinking. Shelley?s left landed on her nose. Ann?s head snapped around leaving a spray of sweat and fresh blood. She staggered drunkenly to away. Shelley grabbed the back of her hair and dragged her in a staggering circle. Shelley released her at full speed and Ann smashed into the side of the steel shed.

The crowd groaned in sympathy as Ann started to fall. Shelley rammed into her cousin?s back driving Ann?s face tits and body back into the wall. Ann grunted. Shelley leaned hard into her cousin, pinning her to the wall. Then the big bitch grabbed the back of Ann?s hair again and started pounding her face into the unyielding wall. Soon the wall was stained with Ann?s blood and bits of her skin. Ann was basically limp. Shelley finally exhausted herself and stepped back, pulling Ann back by the hair. Ann?s collapse was immediate. Shelley let her cousin fall backwards like a domino. Ann bounced once in the dirt and lay still, blood covered her face and breasts. She was flat out on her back and helpless.

Shelley raced her big foot and stomped down on both of Ann?s tits. Then she stood on her belly and posed for the hooting crowd. Somebody said something about stripping the little cunt. Shelley wiped the blood of her own face and suddenly thought she liked that idea. She rolled her cousin onto her back, unsnapped the skirt, pulled the zipper down and then started wrestling it off over her cousin?s hips. It was a chore, especially as tired and hurt as Shelley was. Shelley ended up sitting backwards and using her foot to brace her cousin. The skirt finally came off rolling the thong down a bit. Shelley grabbed the thong and pulled it off. Ann moaned and rolled back on her side.

Shelley stood brandishing the thong. She took aim and buried her foot into Ann?s wide open belly three times. Ann finally curled up in the fetal position preventing further damage. Shelley walked around behind her and started stomping on her cousin?s ribs. Ann groaned and withered across the floor trying to avoid the big feet. Frustrated, Shelley grabbed her cousin?s right foot and dragged her onto her back. Holding the foot against her left thigh, Shelley grabbed the left foot and trapped against her right thigh. She looked to her cheering admirers, raised her right foot and teased them for a moment and then stomped down on her cousin?s pussy. Shelley ground her dirty foot back and forth across Ann?s mound. After she had left smeared footprints on Ann?s belly and mound she wiggled her big toe inside Ann?s vaginal lips and stepped down on the back of Ann?s vagina. Ann?s scream mixed with the cheers and laughter of the not at all merciful crowd. Shelley tired of toe fucking. She took aim and slammed ten hard kicks into Ann?s now dirty pussy. Somewhere as the crowd counted, Ann passed out.

Shelley dropped her cousin?s limp legs and walked up to her bloody face. She used the same foot to grind dirt and blood into Ann?s face like she was putting out a smoking cigar butt. At a loss for a new humiliation Shelley looked to the crowd. A red faced fat woman jostling with drunken men for space at one of the counters made an interesting suggestion. Shelley unzipped her jeans and stepped out of the dirty shorts. She spread her upper lips, squatted over her cousin?s bloody face and relieved herself. A spray of golden piss splattered on the mask of dirt and blood.

?Who is the white trash now, cunt?? Shelley spit on her cousin?s already wet face and stood there challenging the bitch to move.

Dave saw his moment. He stepped forward, grabbed Shelley?s hand and held it up in victory. He announced, ?The winner is Queen Bitch of the Shed, Shelleeeeeey!?

When the cheering and applause stopped, Dave announced, ?Check back two weeks from Monday for a night of bitch fights at the Shed where we?ll be taking out the trash all night long.?

Dave?s friends threw Tony into the dirt at by his wife. Dave looked down on the man and said, ?Clean her up and take her to County emergency if she needs it. Ask for Doc Jackson and tell him Dave sent you. He?ll write it up clean and you?ll never get a bill. Fuck with me or start trouble over this and you?ll find out how hard it is to fight the cops in a small one horse county with no press or political opposition. I figure your wife started this fight and my girl finished it, so let?s just leave it at that. Okay??

Tony saw his wife breathing. She was out of it but alive. He nodded.

Dave smiled and yelled to the crowd. ?Damn good bitch fight. Let?s see if we can find some more in a couple of weeks. That?s two weeks from Monday. Now let?s get out of here and let this guy take out the trash!?

A large cheer followed and the crowd drifted away laughing and joking. Money was exchanged, bets were settled and promises were made to get even. A few of the women eyed each other. They were measuring one another. Tony finally got Anne dressed and covered and on her feet. She refused to move outside the shed for fear of being seen. Her humiliation was total. He finally got their car onto the old baseball diamond, loaded her into the backseat and headed home.

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 4)
Author: Mr. Cage

Dave and his three buddies enlisted the help of Della?s black cop, Jaycee, in order to find Della, but she had apparently dropped off the face of the earth for the moment. Worried about finding women to fight, the five cops kept their eyes and ears open. By the end of the first week everyone had delivered something. Jaycee and Dave had arrested six teenage girls for fighting outside a bar with bottles, high heels, purses, bricks and a trash can lid. Three local gothic chicks, a rarity in that local, had gotten into it with three cheerleader types over a whole litany of shit from their high school. The details weren?t important, but the fact that they had been trying to kill one another without the aid of prize money or any other form of encouragement was just the motivator Dave needed to get them to settle things without a police record on Monday Night at the Shed. There would be no reason to split them up to provide a fight card because the other three cops had been busy too. Between the three of them they had two fights ready to go: a stripper versus stripper tit fight and two fifty year old monster dykes, one beauty and one beast, who wanted a fight to the finish over a mutual hooker girlfriend.

Dave got two drug dealers to set up shop along side a refrigerator beer truck just outside the she. Two cops would collect a fifty dollar a head fee to enter the area and watch. Dave got three other associates, bookies, to make book by the three counter area of the shed. Somehow the word got out and a couple of jokers flew in on helicopters from New York. They would pay a thousand a fight to video tape it for their own pleasure. Each one of them promised that others would show up if it proved worthwhile. By the night of the fight Dave had all his bases covered.

The mob of fans began showing up by car. One of Dave?s buddies collected the admission and another got them parked on the abandoned field. About eighty men and twenty women pushed their way to the counter areas. The camera bugs got favored positions. The fighters were stored in the back of squad cars and SUVs. Dave checked on the liquor sales and the drugs to make sure money was flowing the right way and then he brought out the first fight of the night.

At his signal, the first two fighters were led separately to the door of the shed and down the short corridor into the metal of the hot little shed. Dave had them wear full robes with head coverings to add to the entrance. The mob enjoyed the build-up.

Dave pointed at the white robed woman and yelled, ?In the white robe we have Jersey, a fifty-one year old ex-stripper, a one time boxer, a body builder and a current postal worker. She stands 5?10?? and weighs a voluptuous 172 pounds.?

Jersey threw off her robe. Her hands, wrists and forearms were well wrapped in white tape. The fists were taped shut so they she would not be using her fingers in this fight. Other than the tape all she wore was a two tight white mesh thong. Jersey sported heavy 42dd breasts. Her shoulders and chest were very broad for a woman and easily supported the muscled chest that held up the massive broad-based breasts. They were as deeply tanned as the rest of her upper body and legs. Big, long brown nipples rested on raised cupolas and heavily dimpled baseball sized aureoles. The breasts looked natural as they sagged under the weight, but not nearly as much as one would expect from a fifty year old. Jersey?s face was square and a bit hard, but she had been a natural beauty in her youth and would be considered handsomely attractive if made up. Her tanned skin was a bit leathery which added apparent toughness of the one time beauty. Her stomach was heavy with age, but still firm. It pouched over the tight thong as did her thick muscular, but large thighs. Her large haunches were barely covered. The hair on her head was short and frosted blonde. The thick pubic bush poking through, over and around her thong was dark black as was the hair under her arms and over her eyes. She danced on her big bare feet and added to the sheen of sweat on her body as she shadow boxed.

Dave pointed at the black robed woman and yelled, ?In the black robe we have Jackie, a fifty year old ex-basketball player, ex-soldier, previous toughest woman in West Virginia winner and current postal worker. She stands 6?1?? and weighs in at a scale screaming for mercy level of 243 pounds. These two postal workers are going to go postal on each other over the affections of a certain fellow female employee!?

The crowd roared its approval of the sexual nature of the conflict. Everybody was into to sex and every body was into violence, mixing the two and adding a bit of forbidden secret sauce spiced it up.

Jackie threw off her robe. The smart money immediately changed from the tough but handsome looking Jersey to the big beast of a bull dagger, Jackie. Jackie was coal black with short nappy hair. She was obviously strong, but no where near as fit as her opponent. Jackie?s huge set of sweaty black boobs rolled down on her big belly from shoulders even broader than Jersey?s. Her thick arms and legs were dimpled with excess flesh, but clearly massively strong. Her big broad feet look like they were welded to the ground. The white tape stood out shockingly on her black skin. Her white mesh thong was barely visible under her heavy lower belly and it did nothing to cover the huge black curly bush that covered the lower half of that belly. She added her thick bouncing legs to Jersey?s underarms to areas normally shaved that were not. Already scary as hell, Jackie?s face did nothing to soften her image. Her face was hugely round, broad at the cheeks with a heavy broad and flattened African nose. Her lips were thick and heavy and pulled her mouth into a nasty looking snarl. She raised her heavy arms and turned around showing a broad thick body with sweaty shoulders and two huge bouncing buttocks. The tiny white thong was engulfed by the wet, shiny black ass mounds in the rear and a heavy wet, hairy belly in the front. She was a fucking nightmare bitch.

After a few wholly shits and oh my gods, Dave announced the rules, ?These two ladies want to fight it out with fists, feet, knees, elbows and heads until someone is knocked down. Then they want to be revived and fight again and again until one of them is either dead or willing to leave their mutual lady, their mutual job and the whole goddamned, mutual state. If after a knockdown we can?t revive one fighter, the one standing will be given two minutes with her fists and feet to encourage the downed woman to fight back or surrender. Then we will try to revive her again. This is a grudge fight to either a verbal submission or to a real final finish. Anybody with a weak stomach, leave the building!?

Cheers.

Dave raised his hand, ?And by the way of mutual agreement, in case of surrender the loser will be going down on the loser from asshole to belly button right in the middle of the shed or she will be carried out of here as dead meat!?

A huge roar followed. The bookies had moved to three to one on Jackie to keep their books straight. The hot sweaty crowd closed in even closer. The night heat rose and bloodlust was in the air. The two women stared at each other waiting for a signal. You could have cut the hatred with knife.

?Fight!? yelled Dave.

Jackie rushed forward throwing heavy wild bombs at the frosted haired ex-boxer, ex body builder, ex-stripper. Jersey sidestepped the charge and tattooed Jackie?s face with a left right. But the white woman didn?t escape the Jackie?s heavy left arm. Jackie?s huge black fist splattered into Jersey?s 42dd right breast as she moved to the side. The meaty thud rocked the white woman and sent her stumbling in a half circle. Jersey grunted and her boob quickly colored itself red as it bounced back into shape.

Jackie snarled, ?Going to bust your white fat bags, cunt.?

?Fat ass nigger cunt!?

The verbal debate gave way to three hard jabs to Jackie?s mouth as the ex-boxer showed her fistic skills. Jackie?s head snapped twice, but she stood firm the third time her lips were crushed by the white taped rock hard fists. Jackie?s big right crashed into Jersey?s left shoulder as the white woman showed her defensive skill, but the blow obviously hurt because Jersey flinched and then shook out her arm. Jackie stepped forward and smashed a hard left straight into the white woman?s nose. Jersey stumbled backwards, blood dribbling out of both nostrils. Her back hit the hot shed wall.

Jackie was on her in a second. The smack of the big woman?s body was followed quickly by the tin on skin clash between Jersey and the shed. Jersey grabbed on and kept her face safe, but Jackie started pumping short rights into the white woman?s belly and side. They struggled for control, but Jackie kept Jersey pinned. The bigger woman?s belly and tits bulged out and seemed to engulf the muscled white body. Jersey grunted with each smacking impact to her belly or ribs. Sweat flew off both women and blood still dribbled from Jersey?s swelling nose. With their hands taped shut they couldn?t grab hold of each other, but they could still wrestle for control. Jackie won this battle by ramming her left forearm against the side of Jersey?s head. The right side of Jersey?s face was scrubbed against the shed wall and the left side was roughed up by the grinding white taped arm. Jackie was already breathing heavy and grunting with each blow she delivered, but her grunts were of exhaustion not the painful ones coming out of the frosted blonde.

?Going to gut you cunt!? yelled Jackie, triumphantly.

Being groans Jersey?s wide opened eyes looked for away to get the fat bitch off her. As Jackie rested against her for a second, the frosted blonde used her right fist to smash against Jackie?s ear and the back of her neck. The black woman didn?t like this so she went for the offending arm trying to grab it. As Jackie braced herself against the white woman by planting her dirty right foot back behind her, Jersey brought up her left knee straight up between the parted black thighs. The following crunch and gasp explained it all.

Jackie cried out and brought her right leg back to protect her sex. As she moved Jersey pushed off and slide along the side of the rough shed, skinning her wet back. The black woman cried out in anger as she slide along the wet body and ended up face first on the she wall. Jersey was quick the ram her fist into the back of Jackie?s head introducing the black woman?s face the hard metal wall with some force. Jackie groaned and spun around slamming her right elbow into Jersey?s already sore right boob. This drove Jersey back and had her covering her boob with her right arm. Jackie stumbled forward and drove a straight right back into the white woman?s nose. This time Jersey?s head snapped back and she stood up straight. Jackie saw Jersey?s eyes glaze and fired a left. Luckily for Jersey her old experience as a boxer taught her muscles to respond to a stunning by raising her guard. The clubbing left was easily blocked. Jersey instinctively grabbed the big black woman with two arms and wrestled with her in the center of the shed. Their feet were soon muddy as sweat mixed with dirt. They churned in a tight circle, throwing short body punches and cursing each other. Jersey?s red blood seemed to turn dark black as it covered Jackie?s shoulders.

The brutal circling dance gradually slowed. Jackie was out of gas and Jersey was hurting bad. They hugged each other for several seconds. Then Jackie tried to stomp the white woman?s foot. The stomp missed, but it woke up Jersey. The battered white woman stood back and hammered a right left combination into Jackie?s broad face. Her head snapped with each strike. Jackie swung back missing twice and hitting Jersey?s guard twice more. Jersey fired straight rights in reply up between Jackie?s non-existent guard. Soon Jackie?s big lips and broad nose were bleeding badly. Exhausted and hurt, the black woman rushed forward again driving Jersey back into the side of one of the counters. The white woman groaned as the hard counter edge struck the middle of her back. Once again she was trapped between the shed and 243 pounds of black meat.

Gasping for breath, Jackie started working both sides of Jersey?s body. The tanned white skin was soon dark red as the big woman?s heavy taped fists tenderized the trapped woman?s flesh. Jersey pounded back ineffectually. Finally the more experienced fighter jammed her right fist up under Jackie?s chin and forced the black woman?s head up. Their eyes clashed for a second, then Jersey closed her eyes and head butted Jackie?s right eyebrow. The crash of skulls jarred both women, but Jackie came off the worse as her right eyebrow split open and blood rushed into her right eye.

Jackie groaned and stepped back, rubbing her eyebrow with her taped forearm in a decidedly unsuccessful attempt to ease the pain. Instead the tape merely worsened the cut and opened it up to the rough tape and hot night air. Jersey braced her body against the counter, dropped her left for further support and drove a brutal right fist straight into Jackie?s twisted mouth. Jackie was pole axed to the ground. She turned her bloody mouth and spit out three red stained white chips onto the wet dirt. Dave rushed forward and stopped Jersey from kicking her enemy to death.

?Round one winner goes to Jersey!? he yelled.

Bets were settled, encouragement and curses were yelled and Dave and his friends gathered around Jackie to help her up. The women were leaned against opposite counters. They gulped down water and sucked in air. Jersey?s swollen nose still dribbled blood and both her eyes were swelling in sympathy. Jackie?s mouth was a ruin. She had lost parts of three teeth and loosened several others. Her right eyebrow was an open wound and her nose was no better off than Jersey?s. Jersey had deep bruises on her shoulders, belly and ribs. She seemed to whence when she moved her right arm and obviously favored her ribs. As time ticked off, both recovered the wind, but the long brake tied up muscles and made every wound hurt more and every bruise heat up.

Dave watched the seconds count down, and listened to the drunken crowd grow louder. Finally, he was able to yell, ?Fight!?

Jackie came out slowly and cautiously this time. Jersey went into a boxing stance and circled the black woman. Both glistened with sweat and per tinged by running rivulets of blood. Jersey closed slowly and started flicking out her left jab. Four out of five caught Jackie on the mouth, cheeks or nose. They were long range punches, but they still stung and brought out the big black woman?s rage. As Jersey threw her sixth jab, Jackie tucked her chin against her chest and plowed forward with a looping right. The punches blocked each other, but the force of Jackie?s swing forced Jersey to turn slightly. Jackie?s big left fist sank in to the white woman?s lower belly just above her sweat stained thong. The wet smack, hollow thud and explosive gush of air from Jersey were almost simultaneous. Jersey doubled over at forty five degrees and covered her belly.

An expert fighter might have responded with a knockout shot to the jaw, but Jackie was already swinging her ham like left fist in an overhead arc down into the middle of Jersey?s shoulder blades. The frosted blonde stumbled forward under the impact and caught herself on a counter. As Jersey turned to meet the onrushing stampede, Jackie?s right crashed into the white woman?s kidneys. Jersey groaned as her insides churned with organ pain. Her defensive stroke was to spin around and smash an elbow to Jackie?s wide open left cheek. This knocked the black woman three steps to the side and started a huge mouse under her left eye. Jersey followed up with a left to Jackie?s fat belly. The white fist sank in deep. Jackie groaned, but stood straight and smashed her left into Jersey?s right eye, knocking the white woman back to the counter area.

Jersey?s straight left glanced off the side of Jackie?s face as the black woman rammed her painfully into the counter. Once again the 243 pounds of black meat pinned the 172 pounds of white meat into the counter. Jackie?s feet dug into the dirt and forced Jersey to bend backwards over the counter. Jersey desperately smashed Jackie in both ears and tried to scrap her eyes with the rough forearm tape. The black woman took the abuse and pressed harder insuring Jersey was ground backwards against the unforgiving surface. The crowd was right on top of the women. The men?s red faces were wild and a few of the women in the front licked sweat and blood droplets off their arms. Even Dave was shocked at the electric pleasure running through the bloodthirsty crowd.

Jackie finally struck. The white taped left came up at an angle and hammered into Jersey?s right cheek. Then the right hooked into her ear. The left came back to the side of the jaw. The right went overhead and crashed down into the left eye. The left scraped across the forehead. Then Jackie used the left forearm to scrap back and forth across the trapped white woman?s forehead, eyebrows and nose. Jersey hooked her right leg behind Jackie?s left and tried to unbalance the big woman, to no avail. Jackie positioned her left forearm along the side of Jersey?s face and then smashed her head down on the white women?s nose. Crack. Jersey groaned and her nose erupted, filling her mouth and covering both women in gore. Jersey?s right leg fell and she was basically out on her feet. Only Jackie?s weight kept the white woman up. Jackie?s awkward punches continued to rain down from all angles Jersey?s bloody face.

Jersey finally took some breathes. She had punched herself out. After twenty seconds of inactivity, the black woman stood back, careful to keep her left fist in the center of Jersey?s chest. Jersey tried to force her self straight, but her senses were still rattled. Then Jackie delivered a perfect knee strike to the sweat stained mesh thong. Jersey?s mouth formed an agonize ?O.? The white woman tried to clutch herself, but as she reached for herself Jackie drove a full blooded kick up into the thong. When her foot came away, the mesh was partially ripped and stuffed up between Jersey?s hairy pussy lips. This time Jersey screamed and fell down on her knees. Jackie?s huge right hand took Jersey straight in the left eye, knocked her backwards under the counter into the shed wall. Dave grabbed Jackie before she could strike again. Jersey fell in slow motion onto her side totally out of it.

Three minutes later Dave had Jersey on her feet. Her left eye was totally swollen shut, and her left cheek looked ready to burst. Jersey?s strong nose was no longer recognizable. It was bright red and dark blue, swollen two twice its normal size. The right eye was still open, but it was brutally swollen. Her forehead was raw, blood poured from her nose and her ruined mouth. Her belly and sides were blue now and there was blood and piss on her panties. Round two had not been good to Jersey.

Jackie was not much better. Her eyebrow was still oozing, her nose was busted too. Her broken teeth and shredded mouth were in agony. Her face was a swollen, bloody lump, but her dark skin at least hid the horrible bruising. Her worst problem was total exhaustion. She was hanging onto her counter, gasping for air. Her legs were trembling and her stomach heaved.

Dave counted down the time and yelled, ?Fight!?

Jersey staggered out slowly. The body beating and cunt busting dealt out by Jackie had sapped a lot of her endurance. Everything hurt now. She just managed to see through the slit in her left eye and the right was not much better. Jackie still held onto the counter. Jersey suddenly felt better about things.

?Come on Nigger, fight you fat assed cunt!?

Jackie groaned and snarled, ?You fucker! I?ll kill you.?

Jackie staggered forward in slow motion. Jersey stumbled in an approximation of defensive dance. Jersey?s left jab flicked out and splattered against Jackie?s right eye, opening up the brow cut to full flow again. Jackie?s big ham fists came around slowly. Jersey protected her head. But Jackie had no intention of head hunting, which would have taken too much energy. Instead her slow punches went into Jersey?s ribs and belly. The white woman grunted and stepped back. She replied with three lefts to Jackie?s swollen face, snapping the black woman?s head back once. Jackie replied with a strange, slow motion uppercut which slammed home into Jersey?s bloody thong.

Jersey groaned, ?Shit, my cunt&semi; you goddamned motherfucker!?

She retreated two steps and closed her legs. Jackie stumbled forward. Her next looping left missed totally. She continued her stumble and rammed into Jersey with her left shoulder dropped. They both went down.

Dave yelled, ?No knockdown. Get the fuck up!?

Jersey rolled over and got to her hands and knees. Dirt, sweat and blood mixed in a cake on her tanned skin. Jackie lay on the ground heaving. Jersey stumbled to her feet and retreated to the counter for support. Jackie moaned and tried to push herself up. Once on her hands and knees she vomited.

Jersey yelled, ?You filthy pig.?

Jackie pushed up and staggered head first into the far wall and dropped down on her knees. She sobbed between gasps. She wanted to kill the bitch but her body wouldn?t respond. Her heart was pounded in her chest like never before. Several hands pulled her up by her arms and leaned her against the counter. She turned around slowly only to see the bloody white bitch drive a fist deep into her heaving belly. The white taped fist seemed to sink all the way into past the wrist. Some inside of Jackie?s belly exploded in pain and she pissed herself uncontrollably.

Jersey screeched in triumph and smashed four sets of rights and lefts into Jackie?s face. The black woman?s head snapped back and forth spraying sweat and blood droplets on the yelling crowd. Only Jackie?s left elbow resting on the counter kept her steady. Jackie yelled and slammed her right arm into the side of Jersey?s head. The weight of the blow staggered the white woman to the side. Jackie stumbled forward and drove a slow left into Jersey?s swollen right boob. Jersey groaned and fired back a crisper, but still slow, right into Jackie?s hanging left boob. Jackie moaned. She drew back her right slowly and received a hard left to her right boob. This forced her back. Jersey declined to go for a knockout now that her tit was throbbing again. Instead she drove a wicked uppercut into the black woman?s drooping left tit. The big, distended black orb deformed around the bloody white taped fist and flew upward to actually bounce of Jackie?s hanging face.

That got the crowd at the other two counters going. ?Bust her tits! Cunt her! Knock them off!?

Jersey remembered her own sex and took careful aim. Jackie was leaning back against the counter with her fat legs spread out trying to keep her muddy feet planted firmly on the ground. Jackie crossed her arms to defend her tits just as Jersey?s muddy toes slammed upward. Jackie squealed as Jersey?s toes violated her swollen pussy lips. Her arms dropped. Jersey waited until the arms were crossed across the violated crotch, then she stunned everyone by planting her left foot firmly sideways and driving her right foot up and then straight out. It was a classic martial arts kick. Jackie?s boobs were squeezed together by her own arms. Jersey?s foot caught both of them. Her heel did the most damage, but both trapped boobs were violently crushed against Jackie?s sternum. Jackie wailed and rocked backwards over the counter. This time Jersey helped her stand with a left forearm under the tits. Jackie moaned as the underside of her tits were pinched and rubbed by the vengeful white bitch?s taped forearm. Then Jersey?s true vengeance was inflicted by uppercut after uppercut to Jackie?s mound and pussy.

?No!? wailed the big black woman.

In desperation Jackie managed to lift one foot and kick out knocking Jersey?s right leg out from under her. Jersey fell hard against Jackie?s belly. Jackie clamped her exhausted arms down to try and trap the bitch. This time Jackie wrapped a fat leg around Jersey?s leg and pushed. They both fell down again. Jackie was lying across Jersey?s side. Jersey struggled to get out from under the big bitch.

Dave came forward and together with his buddies pulled Jackie off and left her on her knees. Jersey got to her knees in front of the exhausted black bitch and drove an unexpected right into Jackie?s mouth. Somebody grabbed Jersey?s arms.

Dave thought for a moment and said, ?Let them finish this round on their knees.?

Once freed, Jersey slammed alternating right and left fists into Jackie?s rolling head. Jackie moaned with each punch and retaliated with slow thudding belly and rib shots that slowed Jersey down. Jersey cried out and dropped her right arm to cover her broken ribs. Jackie ran out of gas again. Her face was now a mask of ruined flesh. Her cheeks had both split and both eyes were swollen practically shut. Jersey groaned and lifted her left fist to continue pounded the nearly featureless face. Once she was under assault again, Jackie responded with punches to the ribs and stomach. It seemed she couldn?t raise her fists any further. Jersey groaned in agony even though she blocked the punches with her right arm. They faced each other knee to knee and hammered away. After a few minutes of this mutual destruction Dave noticed that Jackie was no longer fighting back.

The big black woman was sitting back on her haunches. Her knees were spread and her feet were tucked under her ass. Her neck was limp and her head merely bounced as overhand lefts fired into what had been her face. All the tape on Jersey?s right arm was red now. Jersey continued to punch until she could no longer raise her arm. She gasped for air and leaned on Jackie?s swollen chest until she recovered. Only then did she realize that Jackie was out on her knees.

Dave hovered nearby yelling, ?Push her over she?s out.?

Jersey finally understood. She gathered all her strength and stood up. She staggered to the counter to regain her balance. Then she took a drunken kicker?s run and tried to field goal kick Jackie?s wide open pussy through the open counter window. The foot thudded home and rocked the black woman, but did not wake her. Jersey stumbled and fell forward. She finally overbalanced Jackie and put her on her side.

Dave yelled, ?I?m calling that round for Jersey.?

The awestruck crowd broke their recent silence and cheered. Men helped Jersey stand. She drank water slowly, vomited and drank some more. No matter what they did, Jackie didn?t move. David checked her pulse and gave the thumbs up. He counted down the break.

?Jackie hasn?t surrendered and she?s not up. Jersey has two minutes to encourage her to get up and fight.?

Jersey staggered forward. She kicked Jackie?s fat legs open. She raised her dirty right foot and spent two minutes stomping down on Jackie?s mound. There was an audible crack somewhere during the second minute. When she was done, the black woman?s panties were blood red as was the dirt between her legs. The crowd was silent, but their faces showed a mixture of shame and delight.

Two of Dave?s buddies brought in a trolley and rolled Jackie onto it. As they started to roll her out, Jersey pushed them aside. She pushed her bloody taped fists down her own belly until she got them under the ruined thong. With a bit of struggle she ripped it off. Then she climbed on top of Jackie?s fat body and mounted her face. Then the bloody white woman rode the hated motionless bitch?s face until she climaxed.

Even Dave was moved enough to say, ?Fucking hell. Can you believe this shit??

The started to wheel the trolley out with Jersey still sitting on her rival?s body.

Dave whispered, ?Well, it looks like we got our first car wreck victim of the night.

His buddy nodded and said, ?What about the witnesses??

Dave raised his voice and said, ?Ladies and Gentlemen, you were told what might happen here and you came anyway. You didn?t prevent it. You enjoyed it. I say this for the benefit of all involved. Anybody talks about this to somebody who?s not down with it signs a felony indictment for himself. So keep your fucking mouths shut!?

A voice form the audience yelled, ?Sure thing. Now take out the trash and start the next fight.?

A number of assenting shouts followed and Dave smiled. These were his people. He had found his demographic.

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 5)
Author: Mr. Cage

The mob calmed down a bit after the trolley was rolled out.

Dave took a couple of drinks of water, chatted with his big money sponsors and joked around with the crowd. After five minutes or so he checked with his buddies. They had brought each fighter or group of fighters to the field in separate SUV?s and kept them isolated so they wouldn?t lose heart after watching some other woman pay a price for her decision to fight it out. They nodded and he went back inside the pressure cooker steel shed.

Raising his arms he announced, ?For our second fight of the night we have two dancers from J. J. Money?s.?

The men roared. J. J. Money?s was the best strip club in the state. Dave waited for the roar to wind down before continuing.

?Now this is a special challenge match between two lovely young ladies who have been told that one or the other has too quit. Apparently they just can?t get along!?

Dave smiled and winked.

?They have come to blows and last week one stabbed the other in the thigh with a pair of scissors while the other was trying to do something wicked with a nail file. After looking at them we decided that we would just have to let them settle things in a much requested specialty event, the first ever Bar Stool Tit Fight to a KO Nipples Trophy Match.!?

Laughter and hoots filled their air. Even the women were delighted. No doubt, a professional researcher would have filled volumes with discussion of sexual fear or mammary worship, but the simple fact was this mob wanted to see two beautiful big titted babes ruin each other. The cheers and encouragement continued as Dave?s buddies came back with the trolley. Rather than victim and victor, this time it carried a small wooden platform with two attached bar stools. The stools stood no more than eighteen inches apart. Someone had rigged up a waist strap to the short wooden backs and two leg straps on the legs. The knocked together device promised some seriously strange shit was about to come down and the crowd grew even more interested.

?In the gold robes and five inch high golden hump-me-pumps is Mountain Peaks Sally.?

Mountain Peaks Sally, or just Peaks as she was known on the northeast club circuit, was a whip-lash strong, 5?6?? tall, 126 pounds, hard-bellied, tight-assed, ripped female muscled legs and arms, ass long golden haired, blue eyed, 22 year old beauty. Her stage name had been acquired when to this low body fat athletic dancer?s body had been added multiple inches and cup sizes to her already unusually ample breasts. She disrobed in a flourish to gasps from the male members of audience and appraising silence from the females. There she, and they, stood in all their glory. Peaks measured an amazingly well designed 44EE-22-33. She paraded around showing off her golden tanned body colored only by two incredible thumb-like pink nipples perched on red-brown cupola aureole of no less than three inches around and two inches raised, a three inch long gold dyed, beaver Mohawk, gold color razor sharp finger nails, gold toe nails and a small dark healing wound on her right thigh.

Even Dave was moved to mumbled, ?Holy shit, what a piece of ass!?

Dave coughed and continued, ?In red robes and red stiletto heels is the famous queen of stage and the wonderful world of pornography, Maria Mounds.?

Maria Mounds was one of the few Latina headliners and top porn stars in the country. She demanded her perks and lorded over the local girls whenever she went on tour. Sally and Maria had not seen eye to eye on those working relationships. Mounds had trumped Peaks in several clubs using her big name and headliner?s rights to politically kick the blonde?s ass. The last three meetings had ended in violence with no resolution. The stabbing incident had given the cops their in. Both women wanted to destroy the other and neither wanted a felony assault charge on their cop sheets.

Mounds threw off her red robe to the appreciative applause her celebrity status demanded. Her red rouged, large girlish pout turned into a superior smile. Maria was a 30 year old firm brown skinned beauty with long raven black hair and dark hot eyes. She stood 5?4?? and weighed 129 pounds. She lacked the muscle definition of the lean, golden haired goddess, but she was extremely firm and sturdy. She flashed her famous big round high cheeked ass, spreading her deep brown cheeks in her famous take me in the ass bending over stretch. After receiving loud whistles and shouts she then stood straight, cupped her massive 46J brown basketball tits and pointed the thick black pointed nipples straight at Sally?s face. After making a bang-bang motion and giving Sally a mouthed fuck you she rubbed her hairless mound and spread her lips to reveal her long pink clit.

Sally had had more than enough. She started to rise but Dave was in between them in a second. He pointed to the chairs. Both women were being paid well and even though this was a totally personal fight, they were still professionals used to performing and taking stage direction. They sat down and let Dave and his buddies strap them in to their bar stools. When the men finished the two strippers were face to face, straight backed strapped at the waist against the wooden stool backs. Their dancer hard asses were firmly planted on the stool seat. Their legs were spread at forty five degrees and strapped in place to the stools. They touched at kneecaps. After checking to see they were immobile from the waist down Dave spoke a low tones to each woman. They nodded. Their hair was tied back into rough pony tails. Finally they had leather bands strapped on their necks and tied to the back of their chairs. Now they were fixed in place.

Dave announced, ?This is strictly body to body. Nothing is allowed above the shoulders and everything is allowed below the shoulders. The fight goes on until some one passes out and then we release the winner?s head neck strap and she gets to chow down on the losers tits with her teeth!?

?Oh Yeah!? yelled the crowd.

Dave spoke to both women reminding them of the rules, stepped back and yelled ?Fight!?

They both screamed and immediately when for the other?s boobs. Sally?s right fist plowed into the underside of Maria?s huge round brown left boob. The wet thud was followed by Maria?s grunt and the bounce of the tit up and down. Sally?s left hand in the form of a five finger golden claw ripped along the top and out side of Maria?s left tit leaving five deep furrows in the brown flesh. Maria winced and twisted a little in reaction to the ripping pain. Sally gasped as Maria fastened nails into her raised cupola-like aureoles. Her red nails disappeared in the lumpy brown-red flesh of Sally?s aureoles and gouged deeply. Sally moaned as Maria worked her nipple flesh. Then the blonde goddess wailed as Maria twisted her hands outward, twisting the entire cupola and slicing away at the rubbery flesh.

?Oh god, you fucking Spic cunt, I?ll kill you for that.?

?Suffer little girl. You little white slut, you think you can fight me.?

Sally?s right fist pounded the left boob again and again, sending it waves through it and causing it to bounce like a ball on a string. The loud thuds were punctuated by Maria?s groans. Her heavy tit bag was already bruising badly along its underside and outer side. Sally?s left went straight for Maria?s black nipple, slicing into the thin raised black aureole and fastening on the nipple itself. Maria screamed as her very tender nipples were sliced and diced by the jabbing golden claws. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream and her eyes closed tight squeezing out tears.

Sally?s screams were not wordless. Her famous raised aureoles were being lifted up and out of her breast flesh. Blood was already staining her tanned breasts as the rubbery nipple guards were ripped and cracked. She felt ducts and tubules stretching and rupturing as her large cupolas were jerked and twisted away from their foundations. Her hair quickly matted to her shoulders and back as pain sweat poured from every pour. She looked down at her throbbing tits in horror as Maria?s brown fingers and red pained nails worked furiously to rip her nipples off.

Sally moaned and tried to lean forward, but the straps held her in place. The pain forced her to drop her right hand down. It was a slight stretch and it pushed her shoulders in against her huge tits. However, when her first three fingers clawed at Maria?s thick upper pussy lips it got the reaction the blonde desired. Maria screamed and released the younger woman?s big boobs. Maria grabbed the white girl?s offending arm and dragged it firmly away from her already bleeding pussy.

?You white fucker!?

Sally spit in her face and twisted her left thumb into Maria?s no longer erect right nipple. That got the brown woman screaming again. Her hands went to Sally?s and they started a savage bit of wrestling, punching, clawing and gouging. Each time one would score the other would grab for a wrist. Then when an opening was seen, release the wrist and go for a score. Sweat poured off both ladies. They began to breathe heavily and their bellies became stained with dribbled of red from nipples, aureoles and scratched tit flesh. Neither could gain an advantage and neither would yield.

Sally let Maria claw the outside of her right tit so she could dig a low blow into to Maria?s shaved mound. Sally?s angle of attack insured her knuckles crushed the tender mound down across the pubic boned. Maria groaned and started slamming her right fist into Sally?s navel. The fit dancer took twelve punches to her gut before she moaned. While those fists were going in, Sally clawed Maria?s lower belly bloody leaving trails across the swelling pooch and down sides of the hairless twat.

The crowd was going crazy, pushing and shoving to get a better view of the mayhem. Dave carefully stood out of the way and let the women maul away.

Sally finally protected her belly with her forearm. Maria screamed in triumph and plunged her left hand into the golden fur strip that led to the blonde?s pussy. Sally screamed in agony as her clitoral hood was ripped open and hair and flesh left under Maria?s red nails. Sally grabbed the offending hand and the wrestling began again.

As they struggle and exchanged defensive grabs and offensive shots both cried and cursed in fury. Sally?s eyes went wide when Maria managed to do a thumbnail twist into her right nipple. Sally grabbed the hand with her left and pulled it away only to take a hard brown fist to the underside of her left tit driving it upward to her shoulder. She groaned as her tit flopped back into place with a wet smack and blood from her cracked and scratched nipple squirted out.

?Milk that bitch!? one of the women watching yelled.

Maria thought that was an excellent idea and she went for the still jiggling right left tit with both hands. With a two sided maul she twisted and pulled the fat bag into shapes it had never meant to be. Sally could feel her implant moving from its seat. Her only thought for a moment was that she had ruptured it. Then the blonde struck back in fury with a two claw attack at Maria?s wilted black nipples. Maria was quickly screaming. She released the hot, swollen white tit and grabbed for the hands that were ripping her nipples into bloody shreds.

Maria moaned as her nipples wept blood and lymph. Sally wrestled her arms into position to dig and elbow into the top of Maria?s right basketball grinding into the brown flesh, crushing tissue and causing the implant to unseat, tearing internal tissues and starting hot blood rushing into the sudden cavity. When the implant moved back into place the blood and lymph forced itself back into the tit flesh and the brown orb started to visibly swell on its outside. A hard brown red knot formed on the outside.

Furious at the damage, the Latina struck back with a hard forearm into the front of Sally?s battered orbs. The hot tit flesh deformed around the arm for a moment and seemed to swallow the brown skin along its entire length. Sally?s grunt and groan was followed by a gasp as the arm pulled out and her tits bounced back into shape. Maria drove her other arm down between the white woman?s spread thighs and hooked her index finger up inside Sally?s moneymaker. Sally screamed and jerked back against the stool. The whole platform rocked, but the nails and straps held.

Sally finally pulled the hand out, but Maria?s finger was bright red with blood. Sally squealed as she saw the gory finger. Maria snarled and drove her free fist deep into Sally?s heaving belly. This time the muscle shield gave way and the thin blonde took the knuckles in her liver. Sally?s eyes shut and tears flooded. For a moment she was paralyzed from internal pain. Maria raised her left elbow and slammed it down on the top of Sally?s swelling right boob. This time she ruptured the implant. Sally wailed as she felt it pop. The pain around the implant seemed to redouble and a burning sensation started.

?Oh, my tit!? she screamed.

Maria fastened her double grip on the pain filled orb and jerked and twisted. Sally moaned piteously as even more damage was done. Maria jerked and jerked at the newly shaped bag, trying to rip it free. The deep matrix flesh inside the wrecked breast began to rupture and shred. When Sally forced Maria away the rapidly swelling tit flopped down like a deflated balloon on Sally?s red belly. It seemed twice as long and half as thick as before. Its firmness was no more. The fluids pooled in the lowest part causing it to swell like a ball of bubble gum.

Sally screamed in fury and went after Maria?s already shredded nipples. Soon the Latina was on the defensive. Her black nipples were cracked and scratched. A couple of junks of nipple flesh were under the white woman?s nails. As soon as Maria got the white hands back she risked releasing the right so she could go back to work on the ruined white tit. Sally moaned but did not defend. She went back to the left nipple, sawing it between her thumb and forefinger until a quarter inch came free. Maria cried out as blood squirted from her brown balloon. Sally yelled triumphantly and went after the right nipple.

Maria caught the arm and they begin a lengthy stalemate. They managed to get elbows and forearms into each other?s tits, but they were glancing blows. Sweat poured off them and their dancer?s endurance was finally gone. Both were growing weaker rapidly. Maria finally let go of Sally?s hands. The white woman went for the nipples again. This time Maria didn?t defend. She grabbed the white woman?s left breast with her two handed attack and was quickly on the rode to destroying it as well as the right.

Sally came away with half a nipple under her broken thumb nail, but her bloody victory was answered by deep ruptures in her left breast. The implant was basically moving around now under each twist. After one nasty squeeze and twist you could see the side of Sally?s left boob bulge outward as half the fist size implant pushed into the flesh. Sally?s screams were so loud that even Dave became concerned. Sally?s hands went back to her breast. She pulled the bloody brown hands away and watched her left boob join the right as a deformed back of fluid and ruined flesh. The fires inside each ruined orb seared her. The white girl whimpered.

?I?ve had enough. Stop. Please god, stop!?

Maria screamed in triumphant and started driving lefts and rights into the swollen drooping ends of each boob. Sally gasped and tried to cover herself. Maria switched to slamming her forearm across the stretched out flesh of both wounded orbs. Sally moaned and started sobbing for mercy. The young blonde finally covered her wounds with both arms and hands. Maria switched to low blows to the girl?s mound. Sally begged, but there was no mercy in the shed for her that night.

Maria ruthlessly reached down and gouged three fingers inside the young blonde. Sally was wracked by spasms as the insides of her thighs turned dark red. Maria?s fingers came free with strips of flesh under the two nails. The third nail had been left inside, buried in Sally?s ruined sex.

That was too much for the young woman. She jerked twice and then her arms dropped down. Maria got in some hard fist shots to the ruined globes before Dave stepped.

Dave held Maria?s hands and announced, ?We have a winner.?

Then he released her hands and released the strap holding back the Latina?s head. Maria?s head went down like a snake. Her hands grabbed the ruined right breast and lifted it upward, squeezing the ruined flesh into a hot ball at the tip. Sally?s ruin nipples were already squirting blood and lymph. Maria opened her mouth and sank her teeth into the abused flesh. Sally woke up, but her hands were being held behind her back now.

It took thirty seconds until Sally passed out again and another thirty seconds before Maria lifted her bloody mouth and spit out a chunk of nipple, aureole and tit flesh. Hot blood, lymph and even some shredded tit meat tumbled out of mouth size hole. Bathed in blood from her mouth down, Maria grabbed the left boob and repeated the action. Sally did not wake up even as her other nipple was spit into her own face by the vengeful porn star.

Dave quickly grabbed Maria and unhooked her from the stool.

Somebody yelled the now common, ?Take out the trash!?

His buddies wheeled Sally out and to their meat wagon. If she didn?t die they had a problem on their hands. Despite her injuries, Maria walked from the shed. She would have a significant plastic surgery bill, but right now that was the farthest thing from her mind. The medics stopped her bleeding and rushed her off to their accomplices in the emergency room.

Dave walked back into the center of the shed until he was standing in the midst of the blood and pieces of Sally?s tits. He looked around at the laughing crowd and wondered if maybe he nearly as jaded and heartless as he thought.

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 6)
Author: Mr. Cage

Dave waited for silence and then saw Shelley motioning to him from the crowded doorway. She was healing nicely. He wanted to keep her out of fights even though his wife was looking for a chance to go at the big bitch. First of all she gave good head and second of all he was waiting for Della to show up. Shelley wanted to tear that bitch apart and he wanted to see it, one way or another.

He held up his hands and yelled, ?We will have the main event in a few minutes. Drink up, drug up and settle up. I? want to take a blow job break. So I?ll be back in a few minutes.?

Laughter echoed around the shed and some asshole yelled, ?Well that won?t take long.?

Dave smiled and flipped a bird and walked over to Shelley. She led him down the sweaty hot hallway out the back. As she forced her way through the little mob hands groped her boobs and ass. Shelley didn?t mind at all.

?What?s up, babe?? he asked.

Shelley answered, ?Remember that cunt Ann.?

?Yeah, and you?re not fighting her tonight. I told you, you?ve got to heal up make sure your nose is ready for that black bitch Della,? he argued.

She shook her head and argued right back, ?It ain?t me. She and my other cousin Sharon want to fight tonight.?

?What the fuck is it with the women in your family? Damn. You?re a bunch of nasty bitches.?

Shelley grabbed his cock through his sweated through slacks and replied, ?Yeah and you love it, motherfucker.?

Dave let himself be lead by his hard cock to two cars parked just outside the makeshift parking lot they had organized on the abandoned baseball diamond. Shelley motioned and Tony got out of one car. Dave could see Ann sitting inside. A second car with another woman stood beside it idling with the air-conditioning running. The other woman must be Sharon, another big white trash bitch as far as he could tell from where he was standing.

Shelley led them to Dave?s own big black SUV. They hopped in the front seat and he started up the air-conditioning. Shelley continued to stroke Dave?s cock.

Dave asked Tony, ?Look we can fit another fight in tonight after the main event, but what is it with your woman. This fighting is damn nasty and she?s already been fucked up once.?

Tony shrugged and said, ?She wants to fight. I like to watch her fight. She wants to do it here in front of everybody so they can see her humiliate Sharon. I think it has got something to do with building up to fight Shelley again.?

Shelley unzipped Dave?s pants got down on her knees before saying, ?That will be the day. I?ll whip her pussy eating face anytime she wants.?

At that she pulled out Dave?s cock and started sucking it. Then she moved her hand over to Tony?s pants and unzipped them as well. Tony looked shocked. Dave smiled and nodded. Shelley worked Dave?s cock rock hard with her mouth and one hand while she reached inside Tony?s trousers for his snake.

Once she had his cock out she looked up from Dave?s pulsing cock, wiped her lips with her tongue and said, ?Tell Ann about this if you want. She ain?t woman enough to hold a man and she knows it.?

With that Shelley began alternating cocks working both men rock hard. Dave moaned and said to Tony, ?This is one nasty bitch cunt. Glad I found her.?

Tony looked back over his shoulder at his car hoping Ann stayed put. He tried to reply, but Shelley was licking down the shaft of his cock and then sucked his balls into her mouth as she jacked his cock with her left hand. Dave?s cock could take no more, before he squirted Shelley switch her mouth to his head and took the multiple spasms full in her mouth. When he was spent she switched her cum filled mouth back to Tony?s cock and took his load as well. She licked her lips, swallowed and slide on her ass along the floor to the door.

Tony looked over at Dave and said as he zipped up, ?Fuck, don?t tell my wife or she?ll kill us all.?

Dave laughed, ?Better buy a beer and spill it on your pants sport. You?ve dribbled a little bit down there. Your bitches can fight after the next war. Keep them in the cars and away from one another. I?ll send somebody to get them.?

Tony asked, ?Can I watch the next fight??

?No sport. Somebody has got to watch the fighters and my guys have been busy all night. They want to see these high school chicks get down. This is going to be something special,? he replied.

Dave and Shelley left quickly. Tony bought a beer and purposefully spilled it on his pants, then bought three more to carry back to the cars, praying each step of the way.

Dave reentered the shed making a show of zipping up to the delight of the onlookers. The crowd had groan drunker, higher and nastier in the short break. Several women were yelling challenges across the shed from counter to counter to other women. Dave held up his hand for attention.

?Our main event is about to commence. However, it may not be the final fight of the night. Another fight has already been arranged and if there are any serious fighters wanting to arrange a fight for tonight or next month get with Jaycee out by the bar.?

More than a few women headed away from the counters. Dave mumbled, ?Fucking amazing, after what they just saw too.?

The first team of fighters entered the shed. They wore hot pink cut off muscle t-shirts, white jeans, broad leather belts and heavy black leather, shiny steel toed boots. Each girl had taped her fists and wrists, but the fingers were still loose. Each carried a broken bike chain wrapped once around their right fist with the long end dangling down. Sweat already stained their t-shirts where they stretched around their obviously bra less boobs. Each shirt had a name emblazoned in green across the tits and the back. Honey was a beautiful blue-eyed blonde. Angel was an amazing deep tanned black haired beauty with dark deep black-brown eyes. Red was a nasty looking green eyed red head.

Dave announced, ?Here are three Socials from Pitney High. I?ll announce them by their nicknames so nicely and fashionable emblazoned across their lovely breasts.

?Honey is a 17 year old football cheerleader and first string basketball player. She is a natural blonde, which we may find out ourselves if she loses. Honey stands 5?9?? tall and weighs a firm 133 pounds. Her figure measures 36C-24-36.?

?Angel is a17 year old head cheerleader and homecoming queen. Angel stands 5?6?? and weighs a sexy 128 pounds, most of it in her chest. Her figure measures 38DD-24-36.

?Red is an 18 year old lacrosse and softball player. Red stands 5?9?? and weighs in at a jock girlish 145 pounds. Her figure measures 38B-24-36.?

The socials held up their right hands as they were announced. These beauties were designer dressed for a street fight, but nobody thought they were anything but Friday Date Night backseat wrestlers.

Three very different girls from the Goth team entered the shed. They were pale skinned and wore their black hair long and straight. They had removed their piercings prior to the fight. They wore similar outfits to those of the Socials except of course they wore black t-shirts, black jeans. They also carried chains wrapped around black taped fists. Their shirts were emblazoned in red with the names of Dagger, Razor and Nuke.

Dave announced, ?Here are three Goths also from Pitney High.

?Dagger is 17. She stands 5?11?? and weighs 130 pounds. Her figure measures 34A-24-33. She lists her only school hobby as kicking cheerleaders cunts in.

?Razor is 17. She stands 5?6?? and weighs 122 pounds. Her figure measures 34B-24-34. She says she does nothing and cares about nothing.

?Nuke is 16. She stands 5?8?? and weighs 165 pounds. Her figure measures 40D-28-40. She lists her high school hobby as eating pussy and fucking up Soc bitches.

The Goths spread out. Dave quickly moved to stop an early start. He backed up the pink shirted Socials to one counter and the black shirted Goths to the other. Betting was heavy on the Goths, but several of the better looking women bet on the Socials.

Dave yelled over the roar, ?This is a mutually agreed gang fight to the finish. It will go on until one side is stripped nude and licks the boots of the winners. After that the both sides will be treated, after that the losers will be chained and taken to a local of the winners? choice to be treated to any type of non lethal non permanent abuse their innocent teenage minds can comprehend.?

That got the crowd going again. Dave had to hold up his hands again and reveal the bad news to the perverts in the crowd, ?No you can?t watch, you fucking pervs.? He paused for a moment leapt back and shouted, ?Fight.?

They two sides screamed in fury and leapt toward one another. Honey and Dagger went straight at each other with flying fists and whipping chains. Razor ducked under Angel?s swinging chain and tackled the homecoming queen with a perfect spear. Red and Nuke traded hard punches to the face like a couple of old time battleships.

Dagger opened up Honey?s left cheek with her chain wrapped fist and sent the cheerleader stumbling into the side of the shed. Dagger charged forward with her big left boot ready to deliver a front stomp kick to Honey?s jeans. The boot flew and ended up smacking into the shed wall. The hot blonde had dodged to the side at the last moment. Honey grabbed the Goth girl?s ankle and held the leg in position long enough to bury the steel toe of her shiny black boot into Dagger?s wide open crotch. Dagger screamed and went down on her ass with her left foot still up in the air. Honey didn?t miss a step. Her left cheek swelling and bleeding, the blonde beauty raised her right boot and stomped down hard on Dagger?s crotch.

Honey screamed, ?I?m going to cunt bust you slut!?

She didn?t get a chance to finish that, because Razor flew into her side with another football tackle. Honey slammed into the shed wall with a thud and a groan. Dagger rolled over on her stomach and pushed up to her hands and knees. She was still moaning and crying. The cunt stomp had really caught her. Honey grabbed Razor?s stringy black hair and held the smaller bitch?s head down. Razor swung her chain wrapped right fist into Honey?s gut again and again, but the blonde cheerleader only grunted and twisted around to take the punches on her hip. Honey was proving to be quit a street-fighting bitch.

Angel was standing again, holding her speared belly and gasping for air. Dagger pushed up to her feet and stumbled to a counter for support.

The two big brawlers, Red and Nuke, were demolishing one another in a free swinging fist fight. Red was giving away twenty pounds, but she was a jock girl and used to rough treatment. Red?s nose and mouth were bleeding. Her left cheek had been split by repeated chain shots. Her left eye was black and swelling badly. Her pink t-shirt was ripped off her right shoulder and hanging down just above her freckled breast. Nuke?s mouth was split open in three or four places and the lower half of her chin and neck were already colored bright red. Her left eye was swelling and a cut on her left eyebrow dribbled blood into her eye. Red blocked a hard right with her left and fired three underhanded shots directly into Nuke?s big fat 40Ds. The big Goth girl grunted and retreated two steps. She drove her knee up as Red followed and took the jock girl in the crotch. Red groaned but did not fall. Her chain wrapped right fist smacked upward into Nuke?s bloody chin. Nuke?s head snapped back, her teeth clashed and she stumbled back against a counter. Red grabbed the bloody front of the Goth girl?s t-shirt and ripped it open exposing Nuke?s fat white flopping tits.

Honey twisted around more and managed to ram Razor?s head into the shed wall. The sounds of clang, clang, clang, and clang started the crowd counting. When they got to seven the count was interrupted when Dagger smashed her chained right fist from behind into the right side of Honey?s beautiful face. This one sent Honey to the ground bleeding from both cheeks now. Dagger started to put in the boot as Razor slummed against the shed of the shed bleeding from the forehead.

Before Dagger could finish her stomp, Angel rejoined the fight. The big titted homecoming queen jumped on Dagger from behind, whipping her chain around the Goth girl?s long white neck and jerking back on both ends. Dagger?s surprised scream was choked off as she was bent backwards by the shorter girl. Angel dragged the Goth backwards by the chain until she tripped over her own feet. Dagger went down desperately pulling at the choking chain. She got the chain off, but then Angel was above her stomping down on her belly. Dagger moaned and raised her own feet to protect herself. Angel got over excited and tried to drop a boot on Dagger?s already battered crotch. Instead, the long legged Goth girl countered with the hard heel of her boot to the front of Angel?s white jeans. The homecoming queen moaned and fell over backwards holding her crotch.

Trapped against the counter, Nuke suffered a savage boob beating by Red?s chained right fist. The Goth girl blocked and countered but both her bare tits wore deep bruises and chain scratches before she slide off the obstruction and retreated into a corner. Red followed slamming lefts and rights into Nuke?s head, face, shoulders, ribs and arms. The tough Goth girl managed to take the battering and fight back with a hard right to Red?s freckled nose, drawing a torrent of blood from both nostrils. Nuke pushed on forcing Nuke into the corner of the shed. Leaning against the fat girl, Red started working the ribs and sides. Nuke groaned and tried to push off, but her feet were out in front and her big ass was flat in the corner.

Dagger got up and treated Angel?s pink covered right boob to a full left boot stomp. Angel screamed and kicked wildly. Somehow she scissor kicked Dagger?s right ankle out from under her and Dagger fell on her side.

Honey managed to get to her hands and knees. Razor was already behind her on her knees. Razor whipped the lose end of her bike chain down across Honey?s back. The blonde screamed and arched her back. Razor whipped again. Honey moaned and mule kicked backwards. The sole of her boot took Razor in the belly. The Goth girl grunted and sat back on her ass gasping. Honey crawled away and pulled herself up by the counter. The blonde beauty was could no longer be called that. Both her cheeks were gashed and swollen. She surveyed the arena.

Angel was sitting on Dagger?s side choking the Goth girl with her chain. Dagger had managed to rip down Angel?s pink shirt exposing her young 38DD boobs. Red had a battered Nuke in the corner, but Nuke had grabbed the jock. The two tough brawlers struggled in a bloody, sweaty embrace for dominance. The quick and dangerous Razor was back peddling on her ass before getting back up.

Just then Dagger rolled onto her back and Angel fell onto her side, still twisting the bike chain into Dagger?s rapidly reddening neck. Dagger brought the black nails of her dirty left hand up into Angel?s face and went for the beauty?s eyes. Angel screamed and released the choke to defend her eye. Dagger rolled on top and started pounding the homecoming queen with her fists. The loose ends of Angel?s chain hung from the tall Goth girl?s neck. Angel?s mouth busted open and her two perfect upper front teeth chipped off on the unforgiving chain links. Honey got back into the fight by taking two strides and delivering a football kick to Dagger?s belly.

Dagger moaned and folded over on top of Angel. Angel vomited blood and cried. Honey put her knee in the middle of Dagger?s back, grabbed the twisted chains and jerked back impaling the Goth girl on the knee. Dagger?s hands clawed at her own neck as the chain links sank into the flesh. Honey jerked back with all her might trying to kill the bitch before Razor could get back in the fight. The bloody blonde saw the nasty little Goth bitch up and moving. She removed her knee from Dagger?s back and pulled the Goth girl off of Angel and dragged her backwards through the dirt. Razor stumbled after them trying to get to Honey.

Frustrated by their sweaty struggle, Nuke found Red?s right ear near her mouth. She bite into the jock?s earlobe and sawed her teeth back and forth. Red screamed and jerked back leaving a portion of her ear in Nuke?s bloody mouth. Holding her ear and screaming, Red backed away. Nuke staggered out of the corner. She was stripped to the waist. Her pale white skin was black and blue from Red?s fists. Both breasts were bleeding from repeated chain grinding. She spit out Red?s ear lobe and stalked after the retreating jock.

Honey finally let Dagger drop. She fended off Razor?s sudden rush by jamming her hands down on Razor?s lowered shoulders. The Goth bitch had tried her tackle one too many times. Razor hit the ground at Honey?s feet. The Goth grabbed Honey?s stained white covered right leg for protection, but the cheerleader was already dropping downward with her left knee above Razor?s shoulder blades. Razor groaned as the knee hit and drove her face down into the dirt with Honey?s weight on top of her. Honey wasted no time. The bloody blonde drove her chained right fist into the back of Razor?s head six times. She drew back her fist again, but thought to look back at Dagger.

Dagger was sitting up pulling the chain from her neck. She was gasping and gagging. Her neck showed deep chain burns and was raw in several places. Red was still retreating, mourning her ear and fending of an exhausted Nuke. Honey judged the fat bitch was out of gas. Amber was holding her mouth and crying like a little girl. Honey stood up and raced back to Dagger. Dagger had finished undoing the chain and was just starting to rollover to her hands and knees to get up. Honey?s black boot put an end to that. The cheerleader drove the steel toe of her boot into Dagger?s gasping mouth. The resulting collision of steel and teeth left a couple of scratch marks on the dusty steel toe and bloody chicklets in Dagger?s mouth. The tall Goth girl?s head snapped back and a spray of bloody and shattered teeth arced out as she spun over and fell pole axed on her back.

Honey grabbed Angel?s hand and yelled, ?Get up you pussy. Finish them off.?

She pulled up her bloody teammate. Angel spit out more blood and looked over at Dagger. Honey had more than evened that score. Then she found Razor still on her stomach, shaking her head trying to recover from the near knockout blows she had received. Angel nodded and stumbled off toward Razor.

Nuke had backed Red into another corner and was now working the jock?s face over. Red and Nuke were both stripped to the waist and battered by each other?s brutal blows. The only thing keeping Red from going down was the fact that the fat girl was totally exhausted by the heat, humidity and battle and was leaning into the jock, propping her up.

Honey looked at Dagger and decided the tall bitch would wait. She picked up Angel?s bloody chain and walked up slowly behind the two struggling tough girls. Nuke was leaning forward with her right leg braced straight out behind her. The fat girl had Red trapped and was cruelly biting the jock?s shoulder and hammering her ribs. Red fought back with rabbit shots. The jock was in trouble and knew it. Then Honey struck. She took careful aim and stomped down on the back of Nuke?s straightened supporting right leg. Nuke?s leg collapsed and she went down with a stunned scream. Honey tried to whip the chain around her neck from behind, but the links went into Nuke?s mouth instead. The fat girl gobbled as Honey pulled back on the chain and rammed her knee in to the back of Nuke?s shoulders.

The crowd in the nearby counter groaned in sympathy as the chain bit back between Nuke?s teeth, stretching her mouth back cruelly. Nuke grabbed at the chain to lessen the pain. Honey started sawing the chain back and forth pulling first right and then left. The savage fish hook technique ripped open the corners of Nuke?s mouth. The big girl cried out and wet herself as the pain mounted. Red recovered, smiled through her bloody lips at Honey. Then the jock started firing her right chained right fists down into the poor fat bitch?s wide open face. The first punch crushed Nuke?s nose. Two more punches ripped open the right cheek and right eye brow. It took three punches to open up a three inch gash across Nuke?s forehead. Then Red dug her nails into the wound and ripped at it without mercy. Honey removed her knee and dragged the battered Nuke backwards and left her to Red?s not so tender mercy.

Honey turned to see Angel stripping off Razor?s jeans. The Goth girl had already lost her boots and top. When her black panties were revealed the blood thirsty crowd roared. Angel snatched those off too. Razor was totally knocked out. Angel had apparently kicked the Goth girl repeated in the head and face before stripping her. Razor?s bloody, dirt caked face was unrecognizable.

Dagger had crawled to the corner like she was trying to escape. Angel left Razor and moved in on Dagger in full avenging mode. Honey watched as the now gapped tooth homecoming queen started putting the boots into the tall Goth girl. Dagger moaned and pleaded with each kick. Angle yelled at her and the downed Goth girl started stripping herself. Honey turned back around to see if Red needed any help.

Red was sitting on Nuke?s back. She had wrapped her chain around the Goth?s fat neck. The once pale flesh was dusty red and seemed to ooze around the unforgiving chain. Honey watched as Nuke?s eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue flopped out of her drooling mouth. She decided she would rather have the bitch alive to suffer the tortures she had planned. She walked over and pulled Red off.

Honey commanded, ?Strip that cunt!?

Red let Nuke?s bloody face drop to the dirt. She started the difficult job of stripping the unconscious fat Goth girl. Angel was dragging a nude Dagger to the center of the shed. The battered homecoming queen stood with her bruised bare breasts proudly jutting out and forced the sobbing Goth to lick the blood and dust off her boots. Honey nodded and went over to Razor who was just beginning to move again. It took a couple of stomps in the middle of the back to make the nasty bitch to start licking. Honey looked over and saw Nuke?s battered white whale form on its back. Nuke wasn?t capable of licking her own lips so Red rubbed the sole of her dirty boot back and forth across Nuke?s bloody mouth.

Dave yelled, ?The Socials win! Goddamnit the babes won! Who would have thought it??

The few winners in the crowd roared their approval. Dave got his guys to work to clear out the Shed so he could put on the final fight. He truly regretted not being invited to see the Socials enjoy their fruits of victory over the Goth girls. He started getting hard again just thinking about it. It was time to find his ready, steady, go cocksucker girlfriend, Shelley.

<u>Taking out the trash</u>
(Part 7)
Author: Mr. Cage

Dave held up his hands. He was drenched through by sweat now. He looked at his notes Shelley provided him for the next fight. Most of his audience were drugged out or drunk on their ass. Jaycee informed his that eight other women wanted to fight.

?Fuck me,? he groaned. ?This is too much of a good thing.?

He conferred for a moment and finally decided to risk being lynched and said, ?We?ve got one unscheduled fight coming up between two 23 year old cousins who hate each others guts. This is a no rules catfight until one of them agrees to eat pussy and lick ass right here in front of you.?

Drunken applause followed. Dave waived his hands and announced, ?That will be the last authorized fight of the night. We?ve got to get this shit on the road. Now you other ladies who volunteered to duke it out we?ll put you on the next card or you can take it outside and settle it on your own. I suggest you sleep on and make some money with us next time around.?

He was surprised at the lack of grumbling. He did hear a couple of women cussing each other. They might just not wait.

Dave yelled, ?Coming into the shed now is Ann. Ann was one of our original fighters last month. She got her ass kicked, but she?s not ready to stop scrapping. Once again she?s taking on a cousin who outweighs her. Ann stands 5?3?? and weighs 127 pounds. She?s lean and mean. She?s a good wrestler and a nasty cat fighter, and she has a nice set of 36C tits.?

The crowd roared. Some of these guys had watched Shelley humiliate Ann in the first shed fight. Some woman asked her if she had washed Shelley?s piss out of her face. She looked around to mark the woman for future business.

Dave continued, ?And now here is Sharon. Sharon stands 5?8?? and weighs 160 pounds. She plans to smash her cousin?s face in and then walk all over it with her size nine feet.?

Sharon stalked in all ready barefoot. She whipped off her t shirt and stood bared to the waist in her unbuttoned cut off jeans. At 23 years old she had a raw boned, well padded 36C body with heavy legs and the beginning of a soft belly to match her broad ass. She looked strong as a plow horse and plodded forward on big wide size 9 feet. Despite her dark complexion she had blue eyes and dirty brown blonde hair. She was without makeup and looked like an evil biker bitch type.

Ann wore her brunette hair short, full and curly. She was well made-up and had sharp darkly pained nails, toes and fingers. The smaller woman stripped off her t-shirt and faced her bigger opponent in black leather shorts. She wore a large leather belt with a big brass buckle. Dave walked over and asked her to take of the belt. She nodded and complied.

Sharon snarled, ?You stuck up cunt. I?m going to beat you bloody, fuck your face, fuck your pussy and then piss on your bloody body!?

?Fuck you white trash!? yelled Ann.

Dave stood back and yelled, ?Fight.?

Sharon rushed forward swinging for the fences. Ann charged and drove her shoulder straight into the bigger woman?s soft belly. Sharon grunted and you could see the air rush out of her as her cousin?s hard shoulder sank into her gut. Sharon?s dirty feet flew up in the air as her ass arced backwards landing with a heavy thud in the dirt.

Anne scrambled on top ripping her manicured nails from her gasping cousin?s shoulders down across her boobs, leaving five deep red scratches which already were spotted with blood. Sharon found enough air to scream and grabbed for Ann?s hands, but the little fireball was already driving a hard right fist into the downed girl?s mouth. Smack! Sharon cursed and brought an arm up to guard her face when the left hooked into the side of her cheek. Smack again. Her head rolled to the side.

Ann leaned forward and grabbed to handfuls of the dirty blonde hair and proceeded to bang her cousin?s head against the ground. Sharon cried out and reached up for the dangling 36C?s hanging above her. Her fat fingers sank into the thin woman?s big boobs. Ann moaned and continued banging the head. Sharon?s fingers went in deep and then she pulled down, stretching Ann?s boobs straight out. Ann cried out and was forced forward near Sharon?s open mouth. The smaller fighter used her hair holds to keep the snapping teeth out of her twisted tit flesh.

Moaning, Ann inched up her cousin?s body and then twisted putting a knee across Sharon?s fat belly. Sharon moaned as the knee dug into her guts, but she kept stretching and jerking on Ann?s rapidly reddening white boobs. Ann drew back her right fist, fixed Sharon?s head with her left fist full of hair and then cracked her cousin on the nose. The heavy brawler?s nose was got perfectly. Her eyes rolled and blinked as tears poured out to join the double nostril flood of blood. The stunned big bitch let go of the tits and grabbed her savage cousin?s arms.

Ann jerked her arms back and forth. She was full of energy and fury. All she wanted was to smash her cousin?s face. Sharon was hurt, but she was strong as an ox. She finally managed to overbalance Ann and throw her off to the left. Sharon tried to throw her leg over her smaller cousin, but the fireball was ready with a hard sharp knee to Sharon?s crotch. Sharon grunted and closed her legs on her cousin?s knee.

Sharon had been on the receiving end almost nonstop from the first gut busting shoulder tackle. She was bloody and gasping for air. The bigger woman reached for Ann?s bruised breasts with her upper arm only to take a savage overhand to her eye. The blow stunned the bigger woman again. Her legs popped open, freeing the little fireball.

This time Ann was taking no chances. She rolled once, got to her feet and kick stomped her cousin across the nose. Sharon?s head dug into the dirt and blood spurted from her nose again. Her legs started jerking and then went rigid Ann fired another stomp kick into her open crotch. Sharon?s body jerked, but she was totally knocked out.

Dave rushed forward and grabbed Ann?s shoulders pulling her back and announcing, ?It?s a KO. Damn that was fast.?

Ann yelled, ?Get up you fat cunt. Get up!?

She managed to get in a kick at Sharon?s ribs before Dave pulled her back. After she got control of herself she whispered to him. He nodded.

Dave announced, ?In lieu of a submission, Ann intends to leave this poor bitch something to remember her by.?

Ann stripped off her shorts, squatted over her cousin and proceeded to piss all over her bloody face. When that was done, Ann scrubbed her feet in the muck left by the blood, sweat and now piss. Once she was satisfied she rubbed both feet all over the downed woman?s face. Then she raised her arms and took in the applause of the stunned crowd.

Dave and the guys staged a two car wreck that night, responded to the emergency call they made and found two cars burning beyond control. They were sorry to report there were no survivors, a postal worker and popular dancer dead in a head-on collision. The first night of the shed fights had made some money, but more importantly as fame spread more big name sponsors with big cash started calling. Dave was quite happy at finding a whole new social class of perverts, cash paying perverts that is.

Ann was sky high that night. She recounted the victory to Tony again and again and then rocked his world all night long. The few bruises she had were marks of victory and healed quickly, but the real shit hit the fan two days later. She got a call from her mother, Nancy.

Nancy said, ?I just had a nasty yelling match with Tony?s mother. That fat old bitch, Vivian, said that you were brawling topless for money in front of a bunch of perverts with Sharon. She said it was the second time and you got your ass kicked by Shelley the first time. What?s going on, Ann??

After going through a lengthy explanation she finally hung up. The phone rang again. This time Sharon screamed, ?You fucking dirty cunt. You pissed on me. You dirty little fucker, you pissed on me. You would be picking my pubes out of your teeth if you hadn?t got lucky and knocked the wind out of me. I want another fight.?

Ann yelled back, ?I just promised my mother that I wouldn?t fight in public anymore. That bitch Shelley told her everything. That?s my last public fight.?

Sharon screamed, ?Shelley is a bigger cunt than you. I?ll kick her ass too, but first I want to fight you. We can do it in private in front of your husband. I know he likes that shit.?

?Why should I?? she asked.

?Cause I?ll fucking jump you if you don?t, bitch,? screamed Sharon.

Ann snapped, ?Not in public you whore.?

Sharon snarled, ?You can fight me in private or I?ll jump you in the grocery store. You and me, no rules, fight until someone gives and then I?m going to fuck you and give your husband some real first class pussy.?

Ann yelled, ?You little cock sucking tramp. I?ll fight you in private you this Friday. Tony can watch. No rules. Is that okay with you, bitch.?

?Oh baby, I?m going to fuck you both, all night long. I?m going to bring a strap-on just to stuff loosen up your up tight ass!?

Seconds after hanging up the phone rang again. This time it was Tony.

Tony asked, ?Ann has my mother called you??

Ann answered, ?No, but I know all about it. Mom called. She?s really upset. Then Sharon called. She?s crazy. I told her I would fight her in private this Friday.?

Tony moaned over the phone. ?Well you might want to call her back and tell her to meet us at my mother?s house. Mom and Nancy are going to fight and they want us there to make sure nobody gets killed.?

?Oh my god,? groaned Ann.

Several phone calls later the terms were agreed. The fights would be in Viv?s basement. Nancy and Viv would fight first wearing panties and negligee tops. Sharon and Ann would fight in the nude. Tony would be tied to a chair so he could witness but not prevent what would happen to the losers. At Tony?s suggestion they decided to make biting, eye gouging, face scratching, blows to the head and neck off limit. At Nancy?s suggestion they would fight ten minute rounds until a submission, but each pair would alternate so there would be rest periods while the other pair fought. After a submission the winner would get the rest of the round plus ten minutes to use the loser as a toy. At the end of the humiliation a break period of five minutes would follow. Then the next fight would start. The fights and submissions would continue until a woman surrendered the entire match. After that she would belong to the winner the rest of the weekend.


So that?s how they ended up in Vivian?s basement on Friday night. They went down to the basement and tied Tony to a chair in front of the water heater and furnace on the one part of the basement that had a concrete floor. The rest of the basement was little more than a six foot high crawl space with wires and pipes on the ceiling and tamped down dirt on the floor. At Vivian?s instruction, Tony had dragged an old queen size mattress down the stairs and thrown it down in front of his chair covering the rest of the concrete.

He waited for several minutes alone in the basement. Then the door opened and the four women came down the stairs. Ann and Sharon wore long t-shirts. Sharon flashed her thick dark blonde bush at him as she stepped off the bottom floor. Nancy followed with a large sack. She opened the draw string and dumped out a mixture of dildos, handcuffs, riding crops, leather straps, clamps and some other thinks Tony had never seen before. Ann followed her and they sat down on opposite end of the mattress from Sharon. Vivian came last.

Vivian stood 5?5 inches tall and weighed a hefty 170 pounds. She was a big nasty old bitch with leathery brown skin. At 53 years old her big belly and big ass made her fat legs look small. Her pair of drooping 42DD tits strained against a see through black negligee top and her fat belly nearly popped the waist bank of her black granny panties. She rubbed her swollen and usually size 9 feet into the dirt and promised she would be walking on Nancy?s face soon enough. Her brunette hair was tangled and frizzy. She wore no make up and obviously gave up on looking good some time ago.

Nancy stood 5'6 and weighed about 185 pounds. At 52 years old she still maintains her appearance with make-up, properly done nails and toenails, and regularly done brunette hair. She was a thick heavy woman with heavy D cup breasts a big belly and ass. Much to Tony?s surprise Nancy had brought the toys. Apparently the old girl had a secret life that involved sex parties. He would have to explore that with Ann at a more appropriate time. Nancy wore a light blue lace negligee top and matching blue panties. For a fat old woman she still managed to make the outfit intriguing.

Nancy and Vivian walked to the center of the dirt floor.

Vivian snarled, ?You fat old bitch. I?m going to tear your tits off and stick my fist up your cunt.?

Nancy snapped back, ?Ugly hag. I?ve wanted to do this for years. I?m going to beat your tits, ride your face and fuck your ass with my strap on. You?re going to be squealing like a fat little pig all weekend long.?

With that Nancy spit straight out into Vivian?s face and rushed forward swinging a low right into the swell of Vivian?s black panties. The fist connected and the resounding deep thud was followed by an agonized grunt from Vivian. The old woman bent forward and grabbed for Nancy?s big boobs. She came away with nothing but negligee top. Nancy slapped at Vivian?s hands. Tony?s mother jerked away and ripped away the front of Nancy?s top leaving her bare tits hanging down on her fat belly and her ruined negligee covering her sides and back.

Nancy looked down at her big sagging udders and yelled, ?You fucker, you want a tit fight you got one!?

With that Ann?s mom grabbed Vivian?s negligee at the shoulders. As Nancy grabbed her top, Vivian reached out for the big brown nipples bouncing on top of the huge pale white sweaty bags of tit flesh. Before her fingers closed her brain was screaming a warning as Nancy?s knee slammed straight up into her Vivian?s black panties. Vivian?s mouth opened and her eyes closed. There was a rip and her entire negligee disintegrated and came away in one mighty tug in Nancy?s fists. Vivian?s hands gripped her crotch and she staggered helplessly for a few vital seconds. Nancy discarded the negligee and delivered a perfect round house right to Vivian?s fat right nipple. The leathery old fist sank in deep making a splat nose followed by a hollow sounding wet thud. Vivian groaned and fell down to her knees still holding her crotch. Nancy grabbed the old bitch?s hair and rammed her face down in the dank dirt. Ann?s mother spun around and dropped down with her knees hard into Vivian?s upper back driving Tony?s mother tits into the packed wet dirt.

Ann screamed, ?Ruin that old cunt!?

Tony looked on embarrassed at the hard on rising in his lose gym shorts. Sharon looked back at the hard on and gave him a wink and licked her lips.

Vivian clawed at the dirt trying to find something to hold onto, but Nancy?s big ass was straddling the middle of her bare back. The nasty old bitch had her face in the dirt and was using her hair to drag her face back and forth in the dirt, filling her eyes, nose and mouth. Vivian spit out a mouth full of dirt and cursed. Then suddenly her face was out of the dirt and the pain was worse. Nancy had two handfuls of hair and was leaning backward pulling Vivian?s tangled thick hair out straight. Vivian screamed and tears started turning the dirt on her face into a mudpack. Nancy slid back down toward Vivian?s big ass and pulled even harder lifting Tom?s screaming mother up out of the dirt so only the fat round drooping end of her tits was in the dirt.

Nancy yelled, ?Do you give you dirty old whore??

Vivian croaked out, ?Fuck you, cunt!?

Nancy snarled, ?Wrong answer!?

Holding Vivian?s hair with her left, Nancy waited for Vivian?s flailing arms to give her and opening. She reached under Vivian?s right arm pit and fastened her own right hand into Vivian?s fat right tit. Nancy?s painted nails sank in first and then her stubby fingers followed deep into Vivian?s fat bags. Then the merciless old woman dragged her hated in law?s tit back and up under the armpit. Vivian howled and beat the ground in front of her. Nancy shifted around and put a knee across the back of Vivian?s neck smashing her face into the dirt again. Then she added her left hand to Vivian?s obscenely distorted right boob. Ann?s mother proceeded to ruthlessly two-handed maul the trapped mammary, leaving bright red streaks in the dirt stained white flesh. Vivian screamed and screamed.

Vivian finally screamed, ?I quit. God damn you cunt. Stop it!?

Ann screamed out in delight and pumped her fist in the air. Nancy gave the bruised, scratched and swelling tit one last jerk and let it flop down in the muck, still flapping out from under Vivian?s armpit. Nancy thought about crushing the bag with her knee, but Ann handed her the cuffs. Rather than cuff Vivian?s hands behind her back, Nancy cuffed them above the sobbing woman?s head. Then using a hair and cuff grip, Nancy dragged Vivian to her knees and forced her to crawl over onto the mattress in front of her own son. Nancy quickly lashed the cuff chain to Tony?s chair and Vivian was stretched out face down on the mattress, still crying..

Tony looked at the clock and said, ?Six minutes twenty seconds. Nancy has thirteen minutes and forty seconds to enjoy her victory.?

Nancy grabbed Vivian?s panties and dragged them down over the woman?s big thighs exposing a big white ass with black hair tufting out between the cheeks. Nancy kneeled beside her victim and jammed her hand up between Vivian?s fat thighs. Vivian grunted and then moaned as Nancy?s fingers penetrated her cunt from behind.

Nancy taunted, ?I?m going to have to loosen this up a bit. Don?t think anything has been in there in years.?

She started pumping her hand in and out of the old woman. Vivian groaned in agony as it took a long time for her dry cunt to lubricate. Ever sense the change she had been dry as a bone down there. Vivian?s agony continued until Nancy was satisfied that she had gotten something going on in there. Nancy pulled out her gleaming fingers, still dirty from the fight but slick with Vivian?s juices. She reached up and pulled Vivian?s head back and rubbed her wet dirty fingers under Tony?s mother?s nose and then against her clenched lips.

?Might as well get used to it bitch. You?re going to be having my juice and your juice all weekend long.? Nancy gloated.

Vivian moaned and snarled, ?You fucking old whore. I?ll make you pay for this.?

Anything Vivian had to say was cut off by a scream and her big ass was smacked with a riding crop again and again until it was crisscrossed by welts. Vivian sobbed and screamed with each strike. Then she gasped as the end of the riding crop was jammed into her asshole. Vivian?s head came up and she looked up into her son?s eyes and pleaded, but he was tied down. Nothing was going to stop this. He looked at the clock and mouthed something that looked like ten more minutes.

Vivian closed her eyes and moaned. There were a few moments of motionless agony as the riding crop hung out of her asshole. She looked to the side and saw Nancy pulling up her strap-on harness and tightening it around her big hips. Vivian moaned in horror. The dildo was a full ten inches long, black and studded with thick latex nubs along its entire shaft and on its big ugly head.

Vivian felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart and pleaded, ?God know. Nancy, don?t do it please don?t do it.?

All she heard in return were pitiless laugher from Ann and Nancy. Sharon joined in quickly enough. There was no mercy in any of these bitches. Nancy knelt down and slapped the shaft of the rubber cock against Vivian?s ass cheeks. Vivian started to cry and then screamed as the nasty riding crop was pulled out of her ass. Nancy guided the head of the wicked dildo into Vivian?s stretched out pussy from behind. At that angle she could only force about seven inches into Vivian, but all seven horrible studded inches went inside. Vivian screamed in agony as she was brutally taken from behind by her hated rival. Nancy pumped and pumped sweat dropping of her swinging tits onto Vivian?s back. Nancy begin to grunt with each thrust trying to drive all ten inches of her weapon into Vivian?s cunt despite the downed woman?s fat ass and the thrusting woman?s own big belly. The slap of fat against fat was the only thing other than the interchanging grunts of the thruster and groans of the victim. Vivian felt herself growing wetter and wetter and warmer and warmer.

In horror she pleaded, ?No don?t make me. You filthy dyke cunt. I hate you.?

Nancy pounded harder, winding herself in the process. Her body was drenched in sweat and she was getting hotter and hotter as Vivian?s pleas grew more desperate. She looked around and grabbed the riding crop. Now each time she pulled back for another thrust she whacked the crop across Vivian?s fat bright red ass.

Vivian screamed out, ?You fucking bitch. I?ll kill you for this.?

Then Tony?s mother screamed out in agony and pleasure as the forced orgasm ripped her body. She sobbed in shame at her boy?s feet as Nancy climaxed on top of her and leaned forward resting her fat tits on Vivian?s wet back. Nancy continued to rock her hips back and forth jabbing the dildo in and out about an inch. Ann?s victorious mother moaned in pleasure as the pressure of the base of the dildo worked on her mound and Vivian?s humiliated sobs filled her ears.

Nancy jerked back Vivian?s hair and twisted her head so the old bitch could see the enflamed smiling snarl of victory. Vivian?s red face grew redder. The shame of it was worse than the pain of it all.

Nancy stuck out her tongue and said, ?Time to eat pussy, bitch.?

Vivian cried out, ?No more. That?s enough.?

Ann said, ?One minute mom.?

Nancy pulled out quickly and rolled Vivian onto her back. Then she reached between her legs and spread her hairy lips apart so her juice would drip down on Vivian?s stained dirty face. Then she set down with all her 185 pounds burying Vivian?s nose deep into her wet pussy lips. Nancy began to hump Vivian?s face spreading her cunt juice all over the trapped woman?s face smearing the sweat and dirt together with sticky female cum.

Tony said, ?That?s it. Let her up.?

Nancy reluctantly stood up keeping her pussy spread so any remaining juice spattered of Vivian?s tear stained face. Nancy undid the strap on, unlashed the cuffs and finally undid the locks. Vivian curled up in to a little fat ball and cried.

Ann held up her mother?s hand and announced, ?You kicked her ass. Goddamn that was wonderful. Wait until you see what I do to this cunt.?

Sharon snarled, ?You?ll be taking it this time bitch and then I?ll pole sit your husbands cock, right in front of you.?

They stood and walked to the center of the dirt area. Nancy drank water and set back on the bed with her legs spread, still rubbing herself. Vivian rolled to the side and started wiping of her face in between sobs.

This time Sharon was cautious. She circled Ann with her hands ready. Ann darted in and out, slapping at the heavier woman?s hands and looking to shoot in and tackle her. Sharon circled and backed away. Ann rushed in again and the white trash biker bitch grabbed a handful of her dark hair and jerked. Ann slammed into Sharon clawing and punching. The little fireball and the heavy biker bitch twirled in a circle of curses, claws, punches, knees and dirt digging feet.

Sharon managed to get another hand in Ann?s hair and twist Ann?s head in a half circle and bend over the slimmer woman. Ann clawed red streaks in Sharon?s thighs causing the big bitch to curse and scream. Sharon finally put all of her weight and muscle into a twisting jerk and took Ann down to her knees. The little fire ball groaned as her neck was wrenched around. Desperate, she slammed her right fist into the thick fur covering Sharon?s mound.

Sharon groaned and dropped to her knees still holding Ann?s hair. Ann cursed as her face was pushed into the dirt. She braced herself on one elbow and reached up between Sharon?s fat legs with her weaker left hand. Sharon was attempted to scrub Ann?s face like Nancy had done to Vivian. The attempt was halted as Ann?s fist closed on a tuff of pubic hair. Sharon screamed and grabbed for the offending hand as a wad of hair was ripped from her pussy lips.

Sharon was on her knees screaming bloody murder holding her crotch. Ann rose up on her knees and drove a right straight into Sharon?s big boobs. Then the fireball slammed a left into Sharon?s navel. Sharon groaned and grabbed her cousin?s arms. They wrestled on their knees in the dirt. Their face rubbed against each other and the cussed each other in loud snarls. Ann?s arms were trapped but her hands clawed at Sharon?s ass cheeks leaving bright red streaks on both haunches.

As Sharon moaned she used her weight to push Ann backwards. All of a sudden Ann was on her back with her knees folded under her. Sharon was on top of her with her legs spread for support and her arms clamped in a near bear hug, trapping Ann?s arms. Sharon spread her legs further and bore down with her weight crushing Ann?s ass down on her own heels. As Ann bent backward her tight belly was stretched out. Sharon clamped down on her bare hug and ground her hard chin into the side of Ann?s neck. The smaller woman was in trouble now.

Sharon declared, ?Now I got you cunt.?

Ann snapped back, ?Yeah, so you?re laying your fat ass on me. What the fuck is that supposed to do??

Sharon didn?t have a good answer. She experimented at trying to move to a better position, but as soon as she loosened her bear hug, Ann started to squirm out of the hold. Sharon would have to struggle again to stabilize the position. Sweat poured off both women as they were locked body to body. Ann was ahead on points, but if Sharon could keep her down and go to work the smaller woman might have to submit.

Sharon finally released the bear hug and went for Ann?s hair. Ann shifted and managed to slide Sharon off to the side long enough to get her legs out from under her ass. They came to rest with Sharon lying on top Ann who now was flat in the dirt. Sharon ripped at Ann?s hair taking out wads. Tears came to Ann?s eyes as she retaliated by ripping open Sharon?s bare back. Sharon could not keep from arching her back and reaching back fore the claws.

Ann quickly grabbed the reaching hand and twisted it up behind Sharon?s back in a reverse chicken wing. Sharon moaned and struggled uselessly. Ann couldn?t get enough of an ankle to force a submission and Sharon couldn?t free herself. The round ended with the two exhausted, sweat drenched dirt strained women ending in a stalemate.

Nancy taunted, ?All right I get to fuck up that dried up old hag now. Or do you give up the match, cunt??

Vivian got up and walked to the center of the dirt. She was bleeding slightly from her ass and her pussy, her tits were battered and she was covered in Nancy?s slime, dirt and sweat. Nancy stalked after her.

Tony counted down and yelled, ?Fight!?

This time the women started nude. Vivian charged into Nancy grabbing for her hair and driving a knee upward. Nancy was doing the same so they rammed each other and connected with one another?s thighs, boobs and finally bellies. Both old women grunted and held on ripping at each others hair. They staggered around cursing and groaning trying to trip one another while still snatching at tangled matted hair. Nancy lost a major wad of hair just above her right ear.

?You fucking cunt!? she screamed in pain.

Vivian spit in her face and yelled back, ?I?m going to whip your ass you fat ugly dyke.?

Nancy twisted on one foot and managed to trip Vivian. Tony?s mother stumbled and dragged Nancy down to the knees by the hair. The two old battleaxes ended up still locked at the hair, face to face on their knees. They grunted and groaned twisting each others head back and forth. They slammed tits and bellies. They ground their knees into the dirt trying to over power one another. Vivian screamed as a major wad of hair came out of the top of her head leaving a raw space just above her forehead. She tried to retaliate in kind, but Nancy used her newly freed fist to start digging punches into Vivian?s left side. The wad of hair was still grasped in the fist. Vivian endured it for a minute or so and finally dropped an arm to stop the beating.

Nancy jerked with her left hand and rammed forward throwing Vivian of balance. Vivian ended up on her back with Nancy lying across her tits. Vivian ripped at Nancy?s hair with one hand and clawed across her back with the other. Nancy tried to grind one elbow into Vivian?s trapped tits and she reached down with her right hand to grab hold of Vivian?s still thick pubic bush. When she started ripping out handfuls of pubs Vivian screamed and reflexively bridged up on her feet. Nancy rolled back onto Vivian?s face putting Tony?s mother in even worse position. Unable to reach Vivian?s crotch, Nancy settled for clawing Vivian?s fat white belly. Vivian screamed and cursed. She scratched at Nancy?s back and fired short fists into Nancy?s kidneys, but the angle was too bad to be effective. Nancy continued to pile up damage by slapping and punching at the clawed belly. Finally time ran out and the two crawled to their water. Nancy was hurt but Vivian had come up on the short end again.

Ann and Sharon walked to the center of the dirt. Nancy and Vivian lay on opposite sides of the gasping for breath and gulping water. Without a humiliation period they would fight in five minutes. Tony watched the clock and finally signaled the start off Ann and Sharon?s second round.

Sharon circled cautiously again with her hands out and down to keep Ann from shooting in and taking her down. Ann darted in and out forcing Sharon to respond. After about a minute of this Sharon was already sweating heavily and getting slow. Ann darted again and Sharon grabbed for her, but Ann was feinting. As Sharon?s hands went down to block a tackle, Ann stopped short twisted on her left foot leaned back, thrust her dirty right foot in between Sharon?s arms, and delivered a savage side kick to the big girl?s lower belly. Sharon groaned and set down on her ass holding her gut. An outline of Ann?s foot was clearly visible. Ann stomp kicked with her right foot down hard on the sitting woman?s left boob. The short splat followed by a bone rattling thud was the sound of Sharon?s fat tit being flattened and the hard bone of Ann?s foot smacking against Sharon?s breast bone.

Sharon groaned and fell on her back stunned for a moment. Ann moved to the side and drove another stomp down into the pit of her cousin?s belly. The blow hard but was partially blocked by Sharon?s left arm as it went to protect her boob. The heavy girl twisted frantically on her ass to bring her feet up defensively. Ann grabbed the left foot and wrenched it at the ankle trying to get an open stomp into her cousin?s crotch. In desperation Sharon drove her right foot straight up into Ann?s crotch. Ann gasped and was lifted off her feet. When she came down she collapsed to her knees moaning. Sharon drew back both her feet and delivered a savage double kick off her ass straight into Ann?s 36C?s. Ann flew backwards on her back screaming in agony.

Sharon rolled to her hands and knees and then lunged forward slamming down across Ann?s lower belly. Ann jerked and reached for Sharon?s hair pulling the bitch?s head back, but Sharon already had her left hand in Ann?s crotch and her right hand ripping at Ann?s pubic hair. Ann screamed and tried to get her knees up. She succeeded in hurting Sharon?s boobs and jarring her arms, but the big woman took it. Ann gasped as she was brutally penetrated by four of Sharon?s dirty fat fingers. Sharon dug her broken thumbnail into the upper folds of Ann?s lips looking for Ann?s clit. Screaming in agony Ann ripped out two handfuls of Sharon?s hair, but the big bitch wouldn?t stop. Ann screamed and screamed, sobbing and cursing. She withstood it for a couple of minutes, but when Sharon curled up her fingers inside her and dug a broken thumbnail into her clitoral hood, the small woman had to scream out her surrender.

For a moment, Sharon looked like she wouldn?t stop, but then both Nancy and Vivian yelled at her. They were at least executed their jobs as referees. Sharon stood up and posed with her foot on Ann?s hip as the wounded woman curled up in a ball on her side crying. Sharon spit down on her cousin.

Tony announced, ?Five minutes and thirty seconds gone. Sharon has fourteen minutes and thirty seconds to enjoy herself.?

Sharon wasted no time. She grabbed Ann?s hair and dog walked her to the mattress. After cuffing Ann?s hands behind her back, Sharon pushed the smaller woman on her back looking up right under Tony?s legs. Sharon tore open Tony?s shorts leaving him exposed with a raging hard on that was already glistening at the tip. Sharon spread her pussy and sat down on Ann?s face in reverse. She grabbed Ann?s nipples and started torturing them.

?Eat my pussy bitch or I?ll tear your fucking nipples off!?

Ann sobbed and stuck her tongue into the gapping cunt. Sharon laughed and then began rotating her hips. After a couple of minutes she stood and fingered herself directly above Ann?s face.

?You?re not that good bitch, but at least I?m wet enough to pole sit your husband.?

Ann looked up into the cunt only to see Sharon step back and slowly lower her self on Tony?s rock hard cock. Ann cursed and yelled, but she couldn?t do anything to stop her hated cousin from engulfing Tony?s cock in her dirty pussy. Sharon road him like a fire hydrant. She pumped up and down, rocked back and forth, rubbed her clit and pinched her own sore nipples. Tony moaned and filled her pussy with his cum after about six minutes of hard riding. Sharon finished herself off with her fingers and then got off Tony?s wet cock.

?He?s not that bad Ann. I?m going to enjoy coming over here any goddamned time I want and fucking your man. Don?t worry I?ll leave him here, I don?t want him full time just whenever I get the urge.?

Ann struggled with the cuffs and cursed. Sharon laughed and slowly lowered herself back on Ann?s face. She reached down and spread her hairy lips and made sure Ann?s nose and mouth were nicely placed under her ass crack and open pussy. Then the fat bitch began to rock back and forth riding her cousin?s face. Ann kicked her feet helplessly as her nose and mouth were forcibly engulfed by Sharon?s wet, cum dripping cunt. Ann?s face ended up covered in a sticky mixture of Tony and Sharon?s juices. Then suddenly Ann felt Sharon leaning forward. Ann moaned as her own pussy lips were spread and the hard head of a hand held dildo was forced inside her. Sharon finally moved off her face and got between her legs furiously pumping a huge hand held in and out. Ann?s eyes closed and her face twisted in a mixture of pain, humiliation and shameful pleasure. Then it got even worse as Sharon started working on the trapped woman?s clit with her own tongue.

Ann cried out, ?Stop it you fucking whore.?

Sharon laughed and taunted, ?You?re the whore bitch. Look at you. Your fucking pussy loves it. I just fucked your man right in your face and you can?t even control your own cunt. What a slut! Now it is time for something to drink.?

Ann sobbed, her tears mixing with the grime and slime on her face. She bit her lips but Sharon?s work forced a climax out of her with less than a minute to go in the humiliation time. Sharon checked the time, grabbed Ann?s feet and dragged her off the mattress into one corner of the dirt floor. Sharon squatted above Ann?s face and then covered her in hot, smelly piss. Ann writhed in shame and when she was released spent a long time curled up on the wet dirt crying.

Vivian walked to the center of the dirt floor and asked, ?What do you think about your daughter now? She?s an even bigger disgrace than her perverted mother.?

Nancy snapped, ?Hey bitch, I already had you once today. I know all about you so let?s not talk about my daughter. You?re the biggest slut here.?

?Fuck you.?

?No I fucked you.?

Tony stopped the high level debate by yelling, ?Fight!?

The two old brawlers started their third round with mutual hair grabs. Nancy twisted her left deep in Vivian?s ruined hair and started pounded her right fist into the left side of Vivian?s body. Vivian copied her blow by blow. The women danced in a circle locked by mutual left hands in each other?s hair while slamming brutal punches into sides, ribs, tits and bellies. Vivian slowly lost this battle of attrition to the heavier woman. Her grunts and groans were far more severe than Nancy?s. The number of punches slowed giving Nancy almost three punches for every two of Vivian?s.

Vivian suddenly twisted into Nancy and clamped on a headlock with her left arm. She dragged Nancy?s head down to waist level and added a savage hair hold with her right. Nancy moaned as her head was twisted and hair yanked. Being bent over made breathing difficult and sent her big tits flopping back and forth as that dangled from her chest wall. Nancy retaliated by clawing Vivian?s back and trying to get a hand into the bitch?s hairy bush. Vivian twisted in a circle dragging Nancy along in a side stepping stumble.

They went down with a heavy thud. Vivian ended up still holding the head lock lying across Nancy?s crushed boobs. Nancy managed to reach around Vivian?s fat body and started mauling the side of one of Vivian?s huge bruised tits. Vivian groaned but she cranked on the head lock. Tony?s mother dug her feet into the dirt and pushed herself up onto Nancy?s chest. Vivian ended up perched on her feet and Nancy?s tits, looking upward and cranking on the headlock. Nancy felt her lungs being crushed by the fat cow on top. Even worse, her head was being cranked and pulled up and forward constricting her neck and smashing her face into the side of Vivian?s fat tit. Ann?s mother fought savagely leaving claw marks on any part of Vivian?s flesh she could, but the big fat bitch would not release the hold. Panic set in when dark circles formed around her vision and her lungs burned with the need for new oxygen. Nancy tried one last time to roll the bitch off, but Vivian held firm. The effort drained the last reserves from the desperate woman. Nancy frantically waved her hand in a sign of surrender. Vivian cranked on the head lock even more, causing Nancy?s neck and shoulders to spasm. A few seconds later, Sharon intervened and Vivian released the hold.

Nancy sucked in air and listened as Tony announced, ?Seven minutes and fifty-six seconds gone. Vivian will half twelve minutes and four seconds to enjoy herself.?

Nancy found herself dragged to the mattress on her hands and knees. The fact that she had lost hadn?t fully entered her mind. Vivian cuffed her hands above her head and tied them to Tony?s chair, leaving Nancy staring upward still gasping for air.

Vivian rubbed her own pussy until she was smiling. Then she slowly crawled up Nancy?s body rubbing her huge tits along Nancy?s sweat and dirt stained skin. She straddled Nancy?s ribs leaned forward and swung her tits back and forth slapping Nancy?s face back and forth. She held one nipple to Nancy?s mouth and let her suck it. Vivian moaned and pushed her other nipple into Nancy?s mouth. The look on Nancy?s face was shear disgust. Then Vivian started rubbing her mound against Nancy?s. She leaned down and started sucking Nancy?s nipples.

She looked into Nancy?s eyes and laughed, ?I?m going to fuck you like the pervert dyke slut you are, you filthy whore!?

Then she forcibly kissed Nancy on the mouth, thrusting her tongue in deep, violating Nancy?s body with her fat gross tongue. Nancy moaned in humiliated anguish, exciting Vivian even more. She finished the deep slobbering kiss and moved back to ride Nancy?s mound. Vivian put Nancy?s right leg straight up in the air holding it between her tits and began to brutally grind crotches with her rival. Nancy cried out as Vivian forced her to have an all out shattering orgasm. Then she groaned as Vivian continued to pound and grind on her bruised mound. The big fat whore couldn?t get enough. When she finally came, Nancy was sobbing from crushed and raw pussy lips. Having her bush and Vivian?s matted together by their mutual juice was more than Nancy could stand. She felt totally violated. Vivian rested a moment before standing up. Tony?s mother carefully pulled on Vivian?s monster studded strap-on.

?Remember this, cunt?? she asked.

Vivian kneeled back down and lifted both of Nancy?s legs straight up. She propped them on her shoulders and pushed forward rolling Nancy up and lifting her pussy and ass toward the ceiling. Happen with her angle, Vivian reached down with two hands and brutally pushed the head of the dildo into Nancy?s asshole. Nancy screamed as the thing was pushed into her ass an inch at a time. She could feel here rectum rupturing. Try as she might Vivian couldn?t bury the dildo too deeply, so she settled for using the head and three inches of the staff to rape Nancy?s ass bloody.

When her time was up Vivian stood up smiling and said, ?I think I?ve made my point clear now, bitch. Give it up and I won?t do that again.?

Nancy rolled onto her side and sobbed. Her ass was bleeding and she had been beaten, fucked and then ass raped by the ugliest fucking bitch in existence. She just wanted to crawl away and die.

Ann didn?t wait to be offered a chance to quit. She walked out into the dirt arena and waited for Sharon. Ann looked at her mother and worried that Vivian might have finally broken her. Tony did his part and announced the start of the third round for Ann and Sharon.

Ann?s crotch still hurt her. The swelling and blood were bad, but the real problem was her speed was cut down. Sharon stalked her now. The big bitch smiled confidently as she threatened to use her weight to completely outmuscle her smaller cousin. Ann seemed to falter for a moment. Sharon saw it and rushed forward, but Ann had played her. As Sharon lunged forward with her arms grabbing and hands open, Ann ducked down and cut Sharon?s legs out from under her. Sharon upended and landed face first in the dirt. Ann squirmed free of her Sharon?s legs and jumped on the bigger woman?s back. Sharon reared up and committed her second big mistake.

As Sharon?s head came up, Ann snaked her right arm around Sharon?s neck under the chin and clamped on a brutal naked rear choke. Ann spread her legs out and laid flat against Sharon?s back choking her cousin out. Sharon gagged and clawed at the constricting arm, but it was already over. She started waving and pleading almost immediately. Ann waited for Tony to recognize the submission. When he did she released to hold and grabbed the back of Sharon?s hair to drag her to the mattress.

Tony announced, ?A submission after two minutes and ten seconds. Ann will have seventeen minutes and fifty seconds to enjoy herself.?

Sharon blindly crawled under the joint prod of Ann kicking her in the ass and pulling her hair. The big girl was still choking. She had no idea where she was for the moment. Ann would soon instruct her.

The previous humiliations of Vivian, Ann and Nancy had been bad, but now Ann had blood in her eye and time on her hands. Sharon would pay for fucking Tony, smearing his cum on Ann?s face and then pissing on her. She would pay full penalties and interest.

Ann wasted no time securing Sharon?s hands behind her back. Instead of tying Sharon with her head to the chair Ann laid her half off the mattress head pointing away from Tony. Nancy tied Sharon?s legs spread open and up in the air by using the leather straps and the pipes running along the ceiling. Then Ann grabbed up her mother?s infamous strap-on.

Kneeling beside a frightened Sharon, Ann said, ?Clean this off, cunt.?

Then Ann rammed the dildo that had just recently been in her mother?s ass into Sharon?s mouth, blood, dirt and all. Sharon gagged as the filthy thing was forced a few inches down her throat. Once Ann was sure it had been properly cleaned, she pulled it out and strapped it on. Nancy and Vivian had used the dildo on one another in a slow forceful method that corresponded to the limits of their size and age. Ann was a jack rabbit compared to them and now she planned to rabbit fuck every hole in Sharon?s body.

Sharon screamed as the full ten inches of studded dildo was rammed into her cunt after only three or four thrusts. Ann whipped her own hips back and forth using her knees and feet to thrust and her double handful of Sharon?s tits to pull and push. Sharon was taking an eight inch stroke every time her cousin cycled through her motion. The smacking of the harness against Sharon?s mound only added to the torture. Sweat flew off of Ann as she bit her own lips with the exertion of her determined pussy pounding. Sharon?s screams continued and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her cunt was being busted by a ten inch studded dildo strapped to Ann?s jack rabbit fucking hips. Loud slurping suctions and pops issued with each stroke quickly followed by the slap of harness against mound. The pain was so great that Sharon passed out before Ann exhausted herself.

Ann pulled out and examined the bloody dildo. Sharon?s fat cunt lips were raw, swollen and leaking red blood. She wouldn?t be using that gaping hole any time soon to fuck Tony. Satisfied with her efforts she checked and found she had eight minutes or so to go. She untied Sharon?s legs and they flopped to the ground. Ann picked the left one up and managed to kick and pull her cousin onto her side and then her stomach. Sharon came to and started sobbing for mercy immediately. The sobbing turned into terrified screams as she felt the hot, wet strap-on being forced into her tight asshole.

Ann grunted with the effort but she finally forced the dildo inch by inch into Sharon?s fat ass. Sharon cried and sobbed while Ann strained, using both hands and her hips to bury the monster cock. Sharon stiffened and screamed once before passing out when Ann suddenly shoved the thing all the way end ripping Sharon?s asshole open. Then Ann began to jerk her hips. She couldn?t duplicate the jack rabbit rhythm this time. Even with all the blood and juice on the dildo, Sharon?s ass was just too tight. Ann grunted and groaned just to get a four inch stroke going. Sharon rocked back and forth with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was unconscious and failed to appreciate all of Ann?s efforts.

Ann finally pulled out. She didn?t have the energy to roll Sharon all the way over on her back. So Ann settled for kneeling at Sharon?s side. Ann pushed the bloody dildo deep into Sharon?s slack mouth and started pounding her cousin?s face with the strap-on and its harness. Sharon flopped around like a rag doll. Ann finally stopped and checked the time. She struggled and managed to push her unconscious cousin on her back. Ann lowered herself onto Sharon?s chest. Sharon?s head was still off the mattress and bent backwards. Ann slapped her awake. Sharon moaned helplessly as Ann slowly forced her mouth open with the riding crop. Once the mouth was fully opened Ann slid up and pissed directly into Sharon?s mouth. Sharon gagged and tried to spit it out, but Ann covered the mouth and then pinched Sharon?s nose. She waited until Sharon had to swallow before letting her nose free. Ann released Sharon and stood over her admiring the demolition work she had just completed.

It was time for Vivian and Nancy to fight again. Nancy didn?t move. She was still crying from the terribly humiliation force on her by Vivian. Vivian taunted her from the center of the dirt pit.

Tony asked, ?Do you wish to continue or surrender the fight.?

Vivian offered, ?Quit now and I promise not to fuck your ass again. Hell you might even enjoy being my little lover for the weekend.?

Nancy, totally humbled, squeaked out, ?I give.?

Ann looked at her mother in horror. Nancy just curled up and started to sob.

Then Sharon croaked out, ?I quit. You win. I need to go to a doctor. You ruined me.?

Ann thought for a moment and then said fine, ?Tony and I are leaving. I don?t want to use your filthy body for anything more. You?re free for now, but if you ever come around me looking for trouble again, I?ll kill you. Do you understand??

Sharon nodded her head. She was totally broken for now. Just like Nancy.

Ann decided to leave her mother behind. Her mother couldn?t fight on and now she would have to be Vivian?s toy for the rest of the weekend. Too bad for her! Ann was flush with victory and began imagining destroying Shelley the same way some day soon.

On the stairs Ann turned around and told Sharon, ?You?ll have to find your way to the doctor?s on your own bitch. I don?t have time to take out the trash today.?

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Just wonderful. These reposts you and MikeJV are doing are actually just as valuable as new stories.

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Absolutely wonderful Mr Cage, especially the "Titfight" The older and ugly women are of little interest to me. Then I would love to see a lttle more musceling and tests of strength where the stronger subdues the weaker and makes her pay for that she is weaker. In a deathmatch, which all should be, hard hits to the lower belly should crusch the ovaries and womb making the blood seeping out the cunthole. Tearing the vaginal walls to shreads should be deadly, after a while, and why not let the stronger tear out the uterus and ovaries? That would be very nice!

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