Keri, a young and formerly innocent physical trainer turned prize catfighter is in her apartment on a Saturday afternoon, nursing her body from the worst beating she has ever had. Last night, she was on the receiving end of a pounding that nearly ruined her sex for life. She can only hope that there is no permanent damage. The pain, however, is still red hot. It hurts just to breathe deeply, much less walk, much less fight; which is exactly the unfortunate predicament she faces tonight. She isn’t supposed to fight for another week, but Ashlyn, the “madam” of the catfight club, called her an hour ago and told her that one of the girls scheduled for a bout has broken her foot and that she must take her place. The league strictly forbids any outside action for profit, which is exactly what Keri had done last night. She’s tempted to just tell Ashlyn the truth and be done with the league, but somehow she knows the consequences would be far worse. She has gotten herself into a violent lifestyle that has taken total control of her. After last night’s beating, she wants out, but for now, she has to concentrate on the problem at hand…a fight in less than 12 hours.

From noon till 3 o’clock, Keri alternates fresh ice packs on her bruised and swollen pussy. From 3 to 4, she walks around her apartment painfully, trying to keep upright and not to stagger. From 5 to 6, she painfully gets dressed and goes to a nearby sex shop to purchase an outfit for the evening’s lingerie match. Her biggest mistake is not eating all day, as she is nauseas. Instead, she spends the last hours leading up to the fight popping various pain pills, which start to have the desired effect. However, it leaves her very groggy.

10:30 rolls around and Keri, not feeling nearly as good as she’d hoped, leaves for the fight. She takes a cab instead of her usual walk. Half way to the fight, she makes the cab stop and throws up, partly from the drugs, mostly from the fear.

At 11:05, she finally makes her way slowly down the basement stairs leading into what she has come to secretly call ‘The House of Pain’. As she enters, she hears the word “forfeit” being uttered. Trying to overcome every fear and pain inside her, she screams out “Bring that shit on!” Immediately, her theme music starts to play; Willa Ford’s “I Wanna Be Bad” and Keri amazingly not walks, but struts towards the caged ring. She throws her overcoat to the ground, revealing her outfit; a black bustier, all mesh except the bra piece. At the bottom of the bustier, two garter belts are attached to a pair of black thigh high stockings. Black g-string panties and ankle high stiletto black boots finish off the ensemble. Her hair is tied up high and tight. It’s a classic ‘french bordello’ look. This blue-eyed brunette vixen is truly a vision.

As she enters the caged ring, she stares daggers at Ashlyn for making her fight tonight, even though Ashlyn doesn’t and can’t know why. Immediately after, she scans the ring for her opponent, but sees no one. She turns around and before she knows it, she is struck hard in the jaw by an assailant and knocked hard on her ass. She immediately puts her hands between her legs, as the fall has painfully awakened the pain between her legs she has been nursing all day. Ashlyn smiles down at Keri as she steps over her to leave the ring. “So glad you made it.”

Keri shakes the cobwebs and looks up to see the sexiest, most exotic looking woman she has ever seen. It never ceases to surprise her how gorgeous all these fighters are, and with each fight, they just get sexier. She tries to put this out of her head, as these confused feelings of female desire are what distracted her from the start during her fight with Nicole the night before. Still, she can’t help that feeling that she always gets when she is attracted to another woman; that mix of arousal and resentment. She knows, though, that this is the last time and place to deal with her sexuality issues. She gives the beauty one last look with wanting eyes before she turns them into hatred.

Her opponent is named Aliya. She is a 5’7” black haired 26 year old with the bluest eyes Keri has ever seen. She has high cheek bones and full lips. Her straight and crisp hair falls down way below her perfect 34D fake tits. Her skin is olive and she looks like a mix of Irish and Italian, with all the best features of both. She wears a corset of a black and gray embroidered pattern design; deliciously elegant. However, the corset does not cover her tits, which stick out like massive torpedoes. She also has two garter belts, which attach themselves to a pair of black thigh high stockings. Unlike Keri, she has on no underwear and wears a pair of almost identical ankle high stiletto boots as the ones Keri has on. Keri notices a tattoo just above her pussy and to the right. It’s a circle with some sort of design she can’t quite make out.

Just as Keri breaks her trance, Aliya opens her eyes wide as if she wants to devour her downed foe. She charges and runs right over her, blasting her knee into Keri’s eye as she does so. SMACK! Down goes Keri, flat on her back. As quickly as she can, she gets on her knees, fearing another sneak attack. She sees Aliya, however, on the opposite side of the ring, leaning against the cage with her back to the crowd, arms outstretched and grabbing onto the fence links. Keri feels slightly relieved. She starts to stagger to her feet, taking only a few seconds to do so. When she is up, she sees that Aliya is gone. She had taken her eyes off her for a split second, or so she thought. This time, she is not given the time to turn around. She is grabbed around the waist from behind and lifted high in the air. She panics, as she knows what is coming. She knew she wouldn’t be able to totally protect her crotch in this match, but she’d hoped that it wouldn’t come so soon; but it does in the form of an atomic drop! DEVASTATING! Keri bounces off the bitch’s muscular thigh and onto the floor. She is screaming as if she’s been hit much harder. Aliya is surprised by extent of her reaction. Keri is screeching between every short breath she can get. Her eyes are wide and glossy and she seems frozen in place on her hands and knees.

Aliya gets a big head over this and capitalizes with a cunt punt from behind Keri’s split legs. Keri’s lower body lifts high in the air from the kick. The tip of Aliya’s boot lands right onto her clit. Keri howls, rolls and pounds the mat with her fist. It’s far too much for her to handle.

“I give! I give! I give!” she screams out.

“What?!” Aliya responds incredulously. She addresses the crowd. “Hey, she wants to give already. Think I should let her?” To which the crowd responds with a huge unanimous “NO!”

She returns to her fallen foe. “I’m back by popular demand, bitch!” Aliya says.

“Fuck you, I give!” screams Keri, now lying on her back.

“New rules, bitch,” Aliya replies, as she grabs Keri’s ankles. “You don’t give…” she spreads her legs apart, “…until I let you.” She stomps her stiletto boots onto that oh so very hurtful place. She gets the reaction she wants, both through Keri’s cries and the crowd’s roars.

Aliya hovers her boot menacingly again above Keri’s wounded crotch. “Who’s my bitch, bitch?” she asks, to which Keri immediately replies, “I am! I’m your bitch! I’m your fucking bitch! Please just don’t hit me between the legs anymore.”

Aliya laughs maniacally. “I guess you haven’t heard about me.” Aliya turns to the crowd. “What’s my name?” she demands, to which an uproarious crowd replies in unison, “The cuntbuster!” Aliya turns back to a frantic Keri and says, “You should have worn a cup.” This time, instead of a stomp, Aliya brings her leg all the way back and kicks Keri’s pussy for all she’s worth, striking her pubic bone and sending her sliding across the floor several inches. Keri’s eyes flutter. The pain is intense and she can’t breathe as she quickly mouths to herself “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?” Aliya yells down at her. “I’ve been fucked harder than what I’m giving you.” She grabs Keri by the hair and pulls her up on her knees. Keri sends a surprise low blow uppercut between Aliya’s legs, the blow forcing her up on her toes, but she does not fall. She only grabs on to Keri’s hair that much tighter. Keri sends another uppercut, harder than the last. Again, Aliya is seemingly immune. She pulls her hair back, forcing Keri to look up at her and says, “Are you trying to get my attention?” Then, Aliya knees her in the face, sending her flat on her back again.

Keri looks up at her incredulously. Aliya slaps her own pussy several times and says, “I wouldn’t dish it out if I couldn’t take it.” She begins to walk towards Keri menacingly. Keri scurries backwards on her ass like a wounded animal. She winds up in the corner, and with a burst of adrenaline leaps at her opponent. Aliya’s reflexes are amazingly sharp. She grabs Keri in mid flight by the throat and slams her back into the corner hard. Her fingers are clenched around Keri’s windpipe and she begins to squeeze. Keri looks into her eyes and sees a lunatic. She panics and knows she could lose her life at any moment. She kicks, claws and fights. Her face turns purple and she is close to passing out. Aliya drops her on her ass in the corner and before Keri can take in a much-needed breath, the sadistic bombshell unleashes a harsh kick between her legs, the tip of her boot parting Keri’s pussy lips and burying itself deep in her cunt. Keri lurches forward and elicits a coughing scream.

Aliya pulls her out of the corner by the hair and tosses her in the middle of the ring. Everything is happening too fast and painful for the half conscious Keri to process, which is exactly what Aliya wants. While her foe is writhing on the dirty floor in agony, she jumps up into the rafters and pulls down a long length of winch cable hidden between two pipes overhead. As if she were a rodeo star, she quickly and efficiently ties Keri’s hands behind her back with one end of the cable. She tosses the other end over a pipe overhead and then leads it to the cage door, where she puts around a couple chain links and pulls it tight. This causes the cable to go immediately taut up around the overhead pipe and down to Keri’s hands, pulling her up off the floor painfully. Keri is forced on her knees and screams as Aliya continues to pull. Keri’s arms are way up behind her back and are about to break. She has to stand up on wobbly legs to relieve the pressure. When she is on her feet and the cable is as tight as it can go, Aliya secures it to the cage door. Keri is trapped and in a very dangerous position.

“What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch!” screams Keri. “Patience, dear,” says Aliya. Ashlyn rushes to the cage door and yells, “Aliya, this is against the rules. Those ropes were not part of your attire. You cannot use them.” Ashlyn begins to unlock the cage door.

Aliya replies, “You open that door, and she’ll have to find someone to wipe her ass for the next six weeks.” Ashlyn quickly realizes that, with the cage door opening outwards, it would pull the rope with it and break Keri’s arms.

“Let her go now, or you forfeit the match.” Ashlyn demands.

“I’m having too much fun now, Ashlyn,” replies Aliya. She jumps up and retrieves another hidden item in the rafters. It’s a metal bar with ankle cuffs on both ends. Keri fights, but Aliya secures them. The metal bar forces Keri’s legs wide open and prevents them from closing.

“You’re done!” screams Ashlyn. She addresses the crowd. “Keri is the winner by default.” The crowd boos.

“I think they want this show,” says Aliya. She turns her attention towards Keri. “We’re gonna play a little game now, Keri. We’re gonna see what breaks first, your arms or your pussy.” Keri looks frantic and looks to Ashlyn for help.

Aliya continues, “You see, I’m gonna kick your pussy until I feel something break, or until you fall on your knees, in which case your arms break. Either way, it’s gonna be a hell of a show.”

“I’ll get you out of there,” Ashlyn yells.

“Better hurry up,” Aliya taunts back. “I don’t think she has much tolerance for that sweet spot of hers.” Ashlyn disappears, seemingly to go for help.

“Finally, no more nasty distractions,” Aliya says as she tosses her long black hair back.

Keri whispers to Aliya, “You can’t do this. Please don’t do this to me. My pussy’s hurt so bad.” Aliya leans in towards her. “What?” she whispers back. “I can’t hear you.”

“I was in a fight last night. I’m still hurt.” Keri says.

Aliya whispers back, “I know.” Keri is taken aback. What is going on? How could she know? Aliya circles her prey. She comes up behind her and whisper s in her ear.

“I really am going to enjoy this, but it’s truly nothing personal. Someone with a big checkbook doesn’t like you very much.”

Keri comes to life. “Who? Who’s doing this to me?” Aliya doesn’t like the attention this conversation is getting from the crowd. “Ok, time to play now.”

“Tell me who’s doing this to me,” demands Keri.

“Time to scream!” and Aliya charges with a swift boot to the crotch. Keri’s eyes cross as she screams. Her legs buckle and her thigh muscles shake as her reflexes are to close her legs, but can’t due to the metal bar between her ankle shackles. She has trouble even maintaining her balance as she has very little room to stagger. Her head hangs low and she doesn’t even see the next one coming.

SLAM!

Another kick to the twat and Keri’s head reaches the heavens as she screams again. This time, she stumbles and falls forward. Her arms go up and taut behind her back, but on her way down, Aliya catches her by the throat and squeezes.

“I’ll help you this time.” Aliya says. “Don’t ever say I never did anything for you.” She stands Keri back up, who is able to now take a breath.

“I’ll fucking kill you when I get out of this!” Keri snarls.

“That’s the fucking spirit!” Aliya yells back as she launches her hardest kick yet to Keri’s pussy, the tip of her boot again piercing her clit.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” yells Keri. She can’t help it as she starts to crumble. Her arms go taut and her arms begin to crack at the shoulder blades as she gets closer to the floor. The pain in her arms starts to outweigh that of her cunt’s, and she miraculously manages to regain her stance. She begins to try and take long controlled breaths to ease the pain. Aliya breathes with her, mocking her plight. “That’s it. Long, deep breaths.” The cable is cutting into Keri’s hands fiercely and they are beginning to bleed.

Aliya pulls the front of Keri’s g-string, giving her a pussy wedgie. She keeps pulling until it tears off. Keri winces the entire time, up on her toes. Upon ripping it, Keri staggers and almost loses her balance. “Careful, honey,” says Aliya. I wouldn’t want to lose you like that. No, I think it’s time for a little examination. Who knows? The way you’re carrying on I may have broken something way up inside you already. Wouldn’t that be great? Then, I could let you go. So, let’s see.”

Aliya wiggles her fingers in front of Keri’s face with a devious smile and then snatch slaps her. Their faces are almost touching. Aliya’s eyes go wide and she blows a kiss as she slips two sharply manicured fingernails inside her and pulls up as hard as she can. Keri instinctively spits out at Aliya. “Mmmm,” Aliya purrs. “Reflexes are still working. Let’s see how you handle a little pressure.” With that, Aliya cups the rest of her hand outside Keri’s pussy. With her pubic bone in a vice grip, Aliya squeezes her powerful hand, trying to inflict a new kind of pain. For extra measure, she reaches her thumbnail up and stabs Keri’s clit with it. Keri again starts to lose her balance, but Aliya doesn’t want her going down so soon. She grabs the back of her head by the hair roughly with her free hand to keep her up.

Keri softly, but intensely whispers, “Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop…” and on and on. Aliya gives her a head-butt to silence her. Keri is dazed. Aliya shakes her head almost sympathetically.

“Please, I’ll do anything…” Keri continues to plead. Aliya realizes that she has not been playing to the crowd. She begins to ham it up like a vaudeville act by letting go of Keri’s crotch and saying, “Well, nothing broken as far as I can tell, but I think I’ll have to probe a little deeper just to make sure.” She gets on her knees in front of Keri’s now trembling body.

“Wow, there’s a lot of bruising down here,” Aliya says. “Did I do all that? Let me check for internal damage. You seemed to take two fingers pretty well just now, so we’ll start…with three.” Aliya jams three fingers up inside Keri’s pussy. Keri howls as Aliya uses her nails to scratch up the inside of her cunt.

After a bit, Aliya yells, “Let’s make it four.”

“Nooooooo!” Keri immediately replies.

“You might feel a little prick,” Aliya says as she jams a fourth finger inside.

“You’re fucking killing meeeeee!” cries Keri, the veins in her neck about to burst from the tension.

Aliya disregards her constant pleas for mercy. “I want to show you a magic trick, now. Watch my whole fist….” “Noooooo!!! Don’t!” inerrrupts Keri in a frenzy.

“….disappear,” finishes Aliya as she roughly jams her thumb into Keri’s slit. She pumps and pumps and pumps until her fist is inside her up to the wrist. Keri’s screams reach monumental heights.

Aliya twists her fist one way, then the other. “Do you feel that?” she taunts. Keri screams down at her. “Stoppppp!!!”over and over again. Aliya opens her fist inside her and the effect shows on Keri’s face. Aliya just keeps trying to push her arm further and further up inside Keri. She is already past the point of being able to stand on her own two feet. Her arms would have long been broken had it not been for Aliya’s fist in her crotch holding her up like she was impaled on a stick. Almost as painful as it was going in, is Aliya’s fist as it twists out of Keri’s body. Keri feels violated, humiliated, but most of all, physically devastated.

Keri begins to fall, but just as the cable goes tight and her arms about to break, Aliya grabs hold of her tits and holds her up by them. “It’s been a blast,” Aliya says. “But now, I’ve got to go.” She lets go and turns to walk away, expecting Keri to fall and to hear the breaking of her shoulder bones. Instead, silence. She turns to see Keri still on her own two feet, staring painful daggers at her through sweat soaked hair that covers her face. Aliya saunters back. “Is that supposed to impress me? Am I supposed to let you go now?”

Keri looks at her with fiery hatred from her very soul. She cries through this next speech. “You let me go…” whimper, “…and I swear…” whimper, “…I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you!!!”

Aliya cocks her head to one side, “Nice try. I let you go and two seconds later Ashlyn and the goon squad come in and save your ass before I fulfill my obligation.”

“No!” Keri fiercely responds. “Just me and you.” She screams at Ashlyn, whose on the other side of the cage, her bouncers trying to take the door off at the hinges, “if she unties me now, don’t come in. Let me finish it.”

“This is over!” screams Ashlyn.

“Don’t come in!” screams Keri back. “Not until I break this bitch in two.”

“Are you sure?” Ashlyn asks.

“I can do this,” replies Keri back. “No matter how much I scream. No matter how hard I beg. Don’t open the door until one of us is fucking dead.” And then, silently to Aliya, “Or until I find out who’s really doing this to me.”

Ashlyn agrees. Aliya agrees, “Good. It’ll be more fun this way.” Aliya unties the cable from around Keri’s wrists and gets on her knees in front of Keri to unlock the shackles at her ankles. Just as she removes them, she sends a hard forearm uppercut to the crotch. Keri’s body if lifted off the floor and falls to the ground. Aliya stands up over her.

“Come on, bitch. Break me,” says Aliya, moving her head side to side like she’s from the hood. Keri looks up with hatred in her eyes. A tear streams down her left cheek. She lashes her foot out and slams Aliya’s kneecap. It’s a perfect hit. The kneecap gets temporarily dislodged and Aliya goes down in sudden pain and shock. Keri gets to her wobbly feet as quick as she can, but this gives Aliya the time she needs to recover as well. They both are on their feet at the same time, standing a few feet from each other. They charge, but Aliya’s height and long arms gives her the advantage. She reaches out in front of her and snatch slaps Keri before Keri can reach her. With her great strength, Aliya uses her other hand and wraps it around Keri’s throat, picks her up and slams her into the fence. Keri takes both hands and grabs Aliya’s right breast and goes to work. She squeezes for all she’s worth. Aliya’s face shows pain, as she squeezes her own grips harder. Keri uses her nails and scrapes down on her opponent’s tit.

“AAAAHHHH! Fucking cunt!” screams Aliya. Keri follows up by raising her elbow and smashing it down on the bridge of Aliya’s nose. This cause Aliya to let go of her vice grips on her throat and crotch. Aliya backpeddles, holding her nose. Keri’s crotch is on fire and it’s the worst pain for her even to take a step, but she can’t miss this opportunity. She summons up all her strength and painfully takes two quick steps forward and kicks her stiletto shoe up into Aliya’s pussy. The top of the shoe made contact, not the tip like Keri had hoped. Still, it has its desired effect and Aliya hunches over. With one hand on her nose and one on her crotch, Aliya stares up at Keri and her eyes see red.

Keri waits for her opponent to attack. She does and as Aliya closes in, Keri sidesteps out of the way, extends her left arm and sends a devastating karate chop to her throat. Aliya’s eyes bug out, she bends over and begins coughing. Keri seizes another great opportunity as she closes in on Aliya from behind. Her legs are slightly spread and her pussy is an inviting and appropriate target. She starts her run, but then stops. She has a better idea. She takes off her stiletto shoes, throws one of them down and approaches Aliya with the other. She’s right behind her, takes the shoe in both hands, holds it upside with the spiked heel facing up and rams it up into Aliya’s crotch. Aliya immediately drops to her knees. Keri pulls back on her hair from behind. Their eyes meet as Keri says, “You’re so pretty.” Then she smashes her elbow once again on her nose. A CRACK is heard and blood goes spraying everywhere.

Aliya screams, “Oh my god! You broke my nose.” The bell rings and the attendants rush in. Keri moves quickly to Aliya. “Who sent you?” Aliya’s only reply is, “My fucking nose.” She gets nothing out of her before they are forced apart and carried to separate locker rooms. As Keri is carried off by two husky bouncer –types, she notices someone familiar in the crowd. It is that same brown haired woman she had seen at Martin’s house the night before; the only one there that had told Nicole to stop her relentless butchery of her crotch; the one she locked eyes with on her way out of that freak’s home. What is she doing here? And if this was all someone’s plan to get her to stop fighting, maybe she knew something about it. Maybe she was in on it.

Once in the locker room, Keri pleads for Ashlyn to let her see Aliya. Ashlyn refuses and apologizes for the madness that had occurred in the ring. Keri wants none of that now. She needs answers, but can’t let Ashlyn know about the fight the night before.

As Keri lay in the locker room writhing in agony, Jennifer, the “corner girl” comes over and relays her admiration for how brave Keri was.

“I need to see Aliya,” Keri says.”

“She’s gone already,” Jennifer replies. “Somebody came and got her. And good riddance if you ask me.”

“Who?” asks Keri.

“Don’t know. Didn’t see,” answers Jennifer. Keri is very frustrated.

“There was a girl in the crowd. The only girl in the crowd,” Keri goes on.

Jennifer is as innocent as they come. “Don’t know. Was she cute?” Keri puts her head back in exhaustion.

A little while later, when she’s feeling just a bit better, Keri leaves to catch a cab home. When she reaches the side alley of the building, she sees in the distance the brown haired girl, standing at the corner smoking a cigarette. The girl does not see her. All Keri wants to do is go home and lick her wounds, but this girl could be the only answer to who is trying to do her in. She walks, or rather, limps, straight for her. The brunette pretends not to notice her as she walks by. Suddenly, Keri lurches at her, puts one hand around her throat and buries the other between her legs. The brunette is genuinely surprised.

“Why are you following me?” demands Keri. The brunette is too startled to speak. She is even more gorgeous to Keri up close than ever, but she keeps her mind at hand and tightens her grip on the girl’s crotch. “Who are you?” she demands.

“I jus----” is all she can get out. Keri loosens her grip on her throat, but holds tight the girl’s crotch. The girl squeals, “I’m your biggest fan. I’m Brooke.”

Keri suddenly feels a wave of incredible dizziness. The world spins, her eyes flutter and she collapses right in the alley.