The Pit: Part II. Captured

By Buzz

Susan and I began investigating the catfight scene which centered on a place known as The Pit. We found the basic information without much effort as everyone, including the police, knew about the catfights. In fact off duty policeman generally provided security for the fights.

When Susan announced that we needed to go out and find The Pit, I took one look at the determination in eyes and knew that she had made up her mind and wouldn't consider any argument to the contrary. I had been on intimate terms with for a short time, but long enough to know that look. So instead of opposing the idea, I settled for trying to talk her into taking some reasonable precautions.

I suggested that we call our editor, Shelia Davis, and tell her exactly what we planned. The fact that we had wondered slightly from Shelia's original assignment presented a problem, and Susan feared Shelia's veto if we called before leaving. The Tribune had provided a GPS device for my car which transmitted to one of the newspaper's computers. Susan felt The GPS device provided sufficient security. I persisted and Susan finally agreed to calling Shelia and leaving a message when arrived at our destination.

We had obtained some general directions and about an hour of driving, we found ourselves on an old country road when we spotted a weather beaten building with a dirt parking lot surrounding it. The place appeared empty and silent. After pulling into the parking lot I left a message on Shelia's voice mail.

We climbed out of the car and Susan checked a door and announced, “It's unlocked.” I replied, “None the less, we had better not go in.” I knew I was wasting my breath before I spoke. The creak of the door confirmed this.

I followed Susan inside. Susan clicked a light switch and we got our first view of he pit. The square shaped pit measured about fifteen feet to a side. An unpainted wooden retainer wall lined the pit. A chicken wire fence had been built on top of the retaining wall. I spotted two white lines in the center of the pit about four feet apart and running parallel to each other. A closer inspection showed these were pitching rubbers like you find on top of a pitcher's mound.

The silence of the building magnified any occasional sound and I could hear my own breathing. I said, “Alright, we have seen enough, let's get the hell out of here.” Susan continued to explore the building. Then the roar of motorcycles broke the silence.

Upon hearing the motorcycles I immediately headed for the door. If I had to confront the Desperados, I wanted to do so in the sunlight and not in that forbidding building. Upon leaving the building I found myself looking down the barrels of a couple of drawn pistols held by two of the riders who wore the uniform of the day, black leather and chains. Seven motorcycles roared up in a semi-circle around us.

I then heard, “What the fuck you doing here?”

Susan responded, “I'm Susan, a professional cat fighter, and this is Bud, my manager. We heard that we might find some action around here.”

“Christine, this cunt's looking for a cat fight. Do you think you can accommodate her?

My eyes followed the eyes of the speaker and I got my first view of Christine Salazar. Her size impressed me. She stood about six foot two. She had wrestled professionally under name Christine, The Aztec Princess, and her high-cheek boned face fit the name.

Christine wore a black-leather bikini top which covered little of her amble bosom. Black leather chaps (like cowboys wear) covered the front of her legs. As she dismounted her bike, I caught glimpses of bare ass hanging out the back of the chaps.

Christine said, “Well Suzy you couldn't have time it better. We are entertaining a very special guest this evening The Emir Din Azab. Chico supposed to round up an opponent for a private fight, but I think the emir will enjoy you more than any of Chico's girls. Isn't that right, Chico?

The biker who had first addressed us grinned and nodded his head.

“All right now, Suzy, you and your pimp go in and we'll all get better acquitted.”

At gunpoint Susan and I entered the building and climbed into the pit. Christine and Chico climbed in with us. Christine threw a rope over one the rafters in the building and secured my wrists in front of me with one end of the rope. Christine then pulled the other end of the rope forcing me to stand on tiptoes, and then tied the rope off on one of the fence posts surrounding the pit. Chico bound Susan in a similar fashion. Susan and I stood about ten feet apart facing each other.

Aided by a switch blade, Chico proceeded to tear and slice off Susan's clothing. When he cut off her bra he started to fondle and examine her breasts. Susan's breasts had rather small nipples surrounded by small areolas. I hasten to add that Susan's nipples were extremely sensitive despite their size. Chico moved behind her and cupping her breasts putting her nipples on display announced, “Hey, look at these little baby nipples.”

Christine laughed and said, “Let's see what Monkey Nipples boy friend brought to the party and jerked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. Christine laughed and said, “Chico, show them what a real man's prick looks like.”

On cue, Chico stepped out of pants and revealed the largest human penis I had ever seen. Chico winked at me, and then paraded in front of Susan whose eyes widened. Chico then walked behind Susan and pulled a wide leather belt from the loops of his discarded pants.

The loud cracks of the belt striking Susan's ass echoed throughout the building. She bore the strikes to her ass like a Spartan, but when the belt flew up between her legs she let out cry. Satisfied with his belt work, Chico proceeded to insert his penis into Susan's anus.

Once Chico had penetrated Susan's anus, Christine walked over and knelt in front of her. Christine began working over Susan's pussy, while Chico mauled Susan's tits and pinched her nipples. Susan breathed deeply and tried to force her body to relax. All of a sudden, her body stiffened and she let out a moan. Christine had just inserted her fist into Susan's pussy.

Christine said to Susan, “Why Monkey Nipples, you randy slut, you're already all hot and juicy. Now we're going to make a slut sandwich. Sound like fun?”

Christine withdrew her hand from inside Susan and went over to the post and untied the rope securing Susan. She then went back to Susan and Chico and helped ease Chico on to his back while keeping Susan impaled on his penis. Susan's head now lay on Chico's Chest.

Christine started tying up Susan's Tits. Using some fine nylon rope she worked on one tit at a time, first tying a tight noose at the base of the tit and then creating a lattice with the ropes which cut deep into the tit flesh. When finished tit flesh budged out of each of the diamond shaped holes in the rope lattice. The rope lattice distorted and elongated the shape of her tits which were originally pear shaped but now looked more like torpedoes. Finally she clamped a spring loaded clothes pin on each nipple.

Having finished with Susan's tits, Christine now turned her attention to me. She removed my shoes and socks, and then had me step out of my pants and shorts. Next she went to the post where the rope securing my hands was tied off and undid the not. Then she had me walk over to Susan and Chico sliding the rope along the rafter as I walked.

Christine walked over to me and had me step over Susan, body with one leg so that I was astride her face with her body behind me. She forced me to squat down until my testicles rested on Susan's mouth and my penis rested on her nose. She then took the slack out of the rope securing my wrists (still extended over my head) and retied the rope to the post.

Next Christine kneeled beside Susan's head and pinched her nostrils with one hand. When Susan opened her mouth to breath, Christine stuffed my testicles into Susan's mouth. My penis sprang to life when I felt Susan's tongue on my testicles.

“There, now your teabags can steep in Monkey Nipples mouth hole.” Christine said to me. As she talked, my eyes wandered down her cleavage. I quickly adverted my eyes, but both Christine and Susan had caught me in the act.

“Like to see a real woman's tits?” asked Christine and proceeded to remove her bikini top. Large succulent nipples crowned her tits. Stepping one leg over Susan's head so that she squat over Susan's head and faced me, Christine placed one of her nipples in my mouth. Instinctively I started to suck. Instantly I realized what I was doing and stopped. I felt her teeth on my testicles.

Christine said, “You have my permission to bite his balls off. No one would blame you.” Then she got up and knelt down by Susan groin. Unable to look Susan in they eyes, I looked back and watched Christine as she again inserted her hand in Susan's pussy.

Chico now said, “Damn, I can feel your hand on my prick, Christine.”

Christine said, “Yes her cunt and asshole share a common membrane. I have my finger on her g-spot now. Can you feel it? You can make her cum by stimulating the g-spot from inside her cunt or asshole. Attacking both should really set on her fire.”

Fascinated, I couldn't take my eyes off Christine's wrists as it moved slowly but firmly in and out of Susan's womanhood. After some steady stoking I heard a muffled moan from Susan. “Noo,..Noo,...Noo.

Chico said, “Why do these sluts always say No, No when they mean Yes, Yes.

Christine laughed and said, “The sneaky slut has had several organisms already. Everybody hold on to their seats. I am going to make a fist, pick up the pace, and make this bitch explode.”

I could feel Susan's body move as she continued to moan. I could see her hips undulating as Christine began to pump her in earnest. Then I ejaculated and a stream of seamen splattered Susan's face.

Her body quivered as she made a final moan. Looking at her seamen covered face; I watched her eyes roll up as she passed out. Chico and Christine continued to pump her until Chico announced with a satisfied groan that he had shot his wad.

Christine and Chico slowly disengaged. Susan's eyes had opened. Christine knelt by Susan's face and dabbed two fingers in my seaman and then stuck a finger deep, up each of Susan's nostril. Withdrawing her fingers, Christine told Susan,” Rest up now, so we can give the emir a good fight tonight. See you in about four hours.”

Chico and Christine climbed out of the pit and left the building, leaving us in the care of pistol packing gang member.

Susan just lay on her back staring blankly at the rafters. I had no idea what kind of physical damage Christine had inflicted; but clearly, she had completely broken Susan's spirit.

End Part II.