AMBUSH
The bone shattered like kindling. The girl looked up in horror and immense pain. The perpetrator of the break looked down and a smile appeared. Still the perpetrator grabbed the wounded warrior by the hair and the broken one now pled. She begged for no more. Wasn’t a broken wrist enough? Obviously not as the perpetrator grabbed her by the hair and delivered a knee to the face that broke her nose and spurted blood everywhere. The perpetrator now laughed leaving a wounded Lisa Bassett on the ground bleeding and crying. Lisa was in and out of consciousness. Finally she remembered someone helping her up and she awoke in the hospital with Angie there. Unfortunately her mother was there too. Angie also understood that Lisa had to claim to have been mugged even for the campus police. Mrs. Bassett another influential parent went ballistic at the lawlessness of the campus never mind that her daughter accidentally bumped into another girl, one she didn’t recognize and the other girl took offense and challenged her in the alley where it was close early but the other “girl” beat her unmercifully. Finally when she had her on all 4’s the girl stomped Lisa’s wrist breaking it. With the holiday break coming Lisa’s mom demanded she come home early for break.
Donna Sloan really liked Angie Simpson but Angie for all her fighting and loving skills wasn’t a biker and Donna loved bikers, biker bars and bikes. She really loved the Sturgis Bar and Grill downtown a home away from home for all biker types. She loved to dress up with her best leather and drink and dance. At 3 in the morning she didn’t hear or feel the perpetrator hit her with ax handle on the right knee. She did feel it 2 hours out of surgery after waking up in the emergency room. Angie stood next to Donna’s bed the second time in a week she found herself at the very same hospital as with the first visit and later Nicki would make an appearance. As with the first time it would go down to unexplained mugging. Angie went home to the last of her friends Debbie and Rita Moray. She was uneasy. She had good reason.
Rita Moray was beautiful. She was blonde and had a terrific body and for the first time in a long time she was happy. She and her hated rival Debbie were now best buds. They could be seen everywhere together and quiet places that only Lisa, Donna and Angie knew existed. Rita had never made it with a girl/woman before. At first she was unsure but when finally all her hate melted away she loved what she had with Debbie. Debbie, Asian, dark, taut body was perfect for Rita, blonde, built, and busty. Her life was perfect that is until she was dragged into the alley and beaten. Rita was beaten up but still pissed. She had a new blouse on and she really liked it until she first bled on it and then it and Debbie’s favorite skimpy bra was torn from her body and she was tied up facing the dumpster, her arms fastened tightly to the outside metal posts. She stood on a milk crate with her rather generous chest hanging over the sides. She yelled at the perpetrator that she would continue and kick her ass if untied. The perpetrator laughed and closed the heavy lid on Rita’s prides and joys. Rita was still screaming as the perpetrator left the alley. Before leaving the perpetrator called Angie’s cell and left it on as Rita screamed for mercy. As Rita screamed Debbie entered and immediately recognized Rita’s scream. For a second she looked sheepishly at Angie for recognizing it and then immediately recognized it came from pain not ecstasy. Both Debbie and Angie yelled into the cell to identify where she was. Finally after 5 minutes a voice came over saying the girl in question was behind the science lab in the alley and the voice had let her down. Debbie and Angie ran the whole half a mile and discovered a Hispanic girl tending to Rita. Hi my name is Oliveria Lopez I heard her screams from the lab and came over. Her…well breasts were caught in the dumpster flap and she was tied to the dumpster. Oliveria had covered the topless girl with her coat. In the light of the lamp above they could see the bruises on Rita’s body. She was obviously beaten up and he did this. Not a he. A she? Somebody we just don’t know who. Rita mumbled, medium built like a tank. I hung with her for a few minutes but too big, too strong, too nasty. Makes you Angie look like Little Orphan Annie. Oliveria looked stunned, a girl did this? Yeah I have some enemies and now it looks like they, whoever they are, are targeting my friends. Third one this week. Rita draped her blouse and covered herself with the jacket. She kissed Oliveria and thanked her. God Angie thought kissing Asians AND Hispanics, Rita has changed. Rita told Oliveria their dorm number and invited her back to retrieve her jacket. They left. When they returned to the room. Angie and Debbie saw the full effect. Rita’s breasts were a blackened crimson. If she had implants they would have… Ice ice and more ice, and plenty of TLC from Debbie. Oliveria came over a few times later that day and the next. Each time Rita would be propped up with ice packs on her bosom and Debbie or Angie fawning over her. When she arrived that afternoon all was the same except Angie and Debbie were stripped to panties wrestling on the floor. Practicing for whatever is coming. And something was coming. Oliveria now come to be called Olive by the threesome had seen girl fights growing up in a tough Hispanic area but never had actually fought or seen women wrestle. Debbie the smaller of the two was taking a beating but still working and had gotten a standing choke on Angie. Angie was turning red but Debbie poured it on and brought Angie to the floor and scissored her. Debbie asked and then demanded Angie’s submission. Angie squeaked a fuck you. Debbie’s competitive juices kicked in and she tightened up and Angie turned brighter red. Olive thought she’d have to jump in. Then Angie moved her hips and dug her elbow into the bone in Debbie’s knee. Debbie’s eyes popped and she tightened even more. Angie refused to give and dug more. Finally Debbie couldn’t take it any more and grabbed Angie by the hair. Angie inhaled and turned into Debbie standing and dragging Debbie up by her braid. Angie kneed Debbie and finally 160 over 115 took over as Angie picked Debbie up and dropped her on her knee. Angie pushed down on Debbie’s chin and pubic area. Now Debbie wouldn’t give. Finally Angie started to administer elbows to Debbie’s taut belly. After the 5th one Debbie whispered, give. Angie helped Debbie up and they embraced. Olive was shocked from competitors to friends in seconds. We have a fight coming up and well we need to get ready or run. Debbie and I aren’t runners. Debbie walked up to Olive, wanna fight? I, uh, have never fought anybody.. Well I heard Hispanic girls were tough. I uh don’t know, but I heard Asian girls were putas and pussies. Wanna try this Asian puta? Olive smiled, Ok. They stood face to face. Debbie dressed in nothing but black bikinis, her long hair braided. She’s 5’4 or so maybe 110. Debbie has a very taut dark body with small breasts and fine looking legs. Olive goes about 5’6 about 135-140. They face off and Olive unbuttons her shirt letting it drop and her bra revealing a set that sags saying maybe Olive was heavy and lost weight. She has very large nipples and mocha skin. She still has jeans on and Debbie motions for them to be off. Bashful? Helluva set of nipples. Yeah my nipples are bigger than your boobs. Debbie smiles, think those bags sag now wait till I hang you from the ceiling by your tits, puta yourself. Olive steps away, dropping her jeans showing off a white pair of bikinis with pussy hair sticking out from everywhere. My God girl, trim anytime? My pussy will muffle your screams bitch. Both girls smile. Olive kicks off the jeans and moves toward Debbie and Debbie hits her legs in a double leg tackle but Olive grabs Debbie around the waist and scissors Debbie’s head and strains her legs. Debbie is now pounding the floor and even scratching the Hispanic girl’s leg to free her self from the vise that is Olive Lopez. Finally Debbie taps and Olive relaxes but as she gets up she does it in a way she could face-sit Debbie but just brushes her rather immense bush over Debbie’s mouth. My God girl your legs are strong. Debbie although in pain congratulates Olive. Wanna go again when my head is better? Sure. Both girls hug. Again? No I want her, pointing at Angie lounging on the bed. Angie had put a robe on and let it drop showing Olive her full body. Olive scanned the body before her and motioned her onto the rug. Debbie bounced on the bed kissing Rita. This is going to be good, one whispered. Angie had a wider body than Olive. Angie’s breasts were the way Olive wished her’s were. While Angie’s were full and sitting high and they were also much fuller than Olive’s saggy midsize orbs. To a submission? Olive whispered. OK but I might want to… What? No reply came as the two came together and Angie forced Olive over in a headlock. Angie was wider and stronger but Olive was a bit taller with good strength in her lower body. Olive went for scissor as Angie brought her over but Angie stuck her arm between her body and Olive’s legs. Angie turned and rose slightly keeping Olive’s legs open but Olive managed to close them around the standing Angie. I think she has her. Angie smiled as she muscled out of it AND grabbed both legs and rose again taking away Olive’s leverage and stepped over putting Olive into a killer Boston Crab. Angie leaned back as Olive’s legs were parallel with the floor. Angie let a leg go and grabbed both legs with one arm and then reached back grabbing Olive’s head and then chin pulling her up further. Debbie thought Angie would hurt her and now Olive was screaming for mercy. Angie was then asking what Olive would do? And Olive was responding anything. Suddenly Angie dropped Olive and walked around to her face. She grabbed the beaten girl by the hair and pulled her to her crotch. Anything? Olive started to cry. If you ever get into a fight and you beg and say anything. You will do anything, and walked away.
Things were cool between Angie and Olive after that. Olive feeling that Angie beat her unmercifully and THEN humiliated her. Debbie tried to explain the results of a girlfight. Olive wouldn’t listen and challenged Angie again. No and she walked away. Olive came to the room and practically jumped at Angie. They wrestled around the floor. Angie finally pushed the overly aggressive Hispanic away. I love this fucking blouse. I rip it and I’ll make you wish you never discovered Rita. Angie stripped, NUDE. Rules, anything goes, winner humiliates the loser. You got the cajones? Olive, too stripped off her tee, bra, jeans and panties. It was only then Angie could see the immenseness of Olive’s pussy. Olive pointed to her bush, this cunt is for you, cunt. The two prideful women came together and wrestled all over the floor. The fight was Olive attempting to use her legs and Angie her strength and experience. Rita and Debbie were out so the two combatants had the whole room to use as Olive threw Angie over the bed. Olive about 5 minutes into the fight caught Angie around the head in a scissor but Angie just screamed about what a pussy scissor it was. Angie soon popped her head and Olive caught her around the waist. This time Olive strained a scissor and grabbed Angie’s breasts. Olive was screaming at Angie to give. Angie actually thought Olive would break her ribs. But gritting her teeth Angie withstood the assault. Her ribs aching and breasts hanging lower usual. The two faced each other on their knees with Olive now smiling and expecting to win. Olive waded in and grabbed Angie by the hair and thrust her forward into her legs except Angie was prepared with a fist to Olive’s unprotected pussy. Olive groaned and released. Angie stood and dropped a knee to the same spot. Olive’s eyes pleaded. Angie pulled Olive up and punched her down to the carpet and to her side. Angie stepped around and stood on Olive’s dangling breast. Olive’s eyes bugged out and she screamed for mercy. Again as before Angie stood a few seconds and pulled Olive up to her knees inches away from Angie’s bush. Eat me, now. Olive sobbed and now cried. Eat it or I’ll beat you all over this room and you’ll never scissor anyone again when I get done with you. Olive nodded and Angie slapped viciously. You wanted this fight. You lost. What did you think we were fighting nude for? Now eat. Angie slapped her again and this time Olive moved towards Angie’s pussy and her tongue came out. Olive stuck her tongue and began to lick. Angie turned. I’m done. Get lost. Next time I see you you’ll lick my ass. Olive slumped. Angie took one step and Olive brought her fist up between Angie’s legs. Olive’s fist connected with Angie’s public bone and pain shot up Angie’s body. She moaned and Olive hit her again and a third time. Angie couldn’t take the pain and came down to her knees and Olive grabbed her by the hair and rammed her backwards into the bed. Angie drifted into blackness.
When Angie came to she thought she was dead. Her pussy was killing her and she could barely breathe. The reason she could barely breathe was her mouth was imbedded in Olive’s humongous bush. About time you woke. I have been playing with myself and well now you’re going to do it for me. Fuchhh you. Olive laughed and kept up the lethal pressure on the scissor around Angie’s head. Angie was on her stomach with head facing Olive’s crotch. Olive exerted more pressure and Angie’s eyes popped and watered but she wouldn’t do IT. Olive laughed and relaxed. You’ll do it and you’ll do it for the rest of the afternoon. Olive again exerted and Angie muffled a scream. Angie was ready to kill Olive. Angie for the second time let Olive go without having her service her and this time Olive takes her from the back. Pussy. Olive began laughing at Angie’s plight. How funny Angie’s face looked all squished. It wasn’t funny when the next time Olive released and Angie took a huge bite out of Olive thigh and didn’t let go. Olive began to curse in Spanish but Angie didn’t bite. Angie kept the pressure on and Olive continued screaming. Angie finally let go and got up on all 4’s. Angie hadn’t drawn blood but pretty damn close. Olive continued cursing her in Spanish and grabbed her leg and Angie summoned all the strength she had and backhanded Olive. Olive flew back but Angie was still pretty much on dream street. A very pissed and very bruised Olive got up and jumped at Angie preparing to finish her off but was met by Angie grabbing her hair and smashing her nose with a headbutt. Blood spurted everywhere and Olive screamed a low guttural scream. Both hands went to her face and Angie polished her off with a right uppercut. Olive lay on her back semi-out and moaning with blood dripping on the wood floor. Angie stood and sat on Olive’s upper body pinning her arms to her sides. She slapped and backhanded Olive’s face and saggy breasts. Olive moaned and sobbed. Over the next 15 minutes Angie would acquire her nickname, the Innovator of Violence. Angie dragged a sobbing Olive to the wall and stood her up. She grabbed the ironing board and she wedged the top into Olive’s throat completely immobilizing the Hispanic girl whose arms dangled at her side. Angie went to other side of the room and with a running start she threw her knee into the board creaming Olive. Olive screamed and Angie picked up the remnant of the ironing board and did it again. She threw Olive on the bed and a laid her out. She grabbed a chair and again with a running start she jumped on the chair then the top and flew over and landed with her elbow into Olive’s stomach. She did it again landing this time square into Olive’s chest. Olive was screaming and begging in both Spanish and English. Angie closed her head in the closet door. She pinned one of Olive’s breasts in the closet door. She almost choked her out sticking Olive’s throat in the window. Finally even Angie admitted she couldn’t do anymore without seriously injuring the young woman. Angie lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Right here and get to work. Olive was no lesbian but she got the hang of it quickly making Angie cum twice. Angie forced Olive to kiss and lick her large chest. Finally Angie stretched and turned over. Kiss and lick my ass or I’ll beat you for another half an hour. For the first time since the beating Olive squeaked a whisper of, please not that. Fuck me do anything but please not that. Angie grabbed both of Olive’s breasts and squeezed and twisted viciously. I let you go and we were going to be done. You were the one who decided to hit me from behind well now I’m giving you my ass and start licking, kissing and sucking. Olive was beaten up physically and mentally so she leaned over and stuck her tongue into Angie’s anus. Olive’s hands instinctively went to Angie’s ass and after awhile a hand to Angie’s pussy. If Angie loved it before, she was absolutely apoplectic over Olive’s talents now. Olive now began to enjoy Angie’s ass. She had a wide but firm ass with matching soft and strong thighs. Olive hated to admit it but Angie’s ass, well tasted good. Angie erupted again and Olive continued but Angie slid off the bed. Olive smiled. Angie didn’t. That’s all you’re good for, licking my ass, now get the fuck out. Angie grabbed Olive roughly and threw her on the floor. Angie kicked her clothes to her. Olive managed to get a bra and panties on when Angie opened the window and threw Olive out of the first floor window in her underwear. Olive ducked behind some shrubs and continued dressing. Angie closed the window.
The war of nerves last another week. Rita had returned from class looking for Debbie around 5 in the afternoon. Angie was tired from a 2-hour lab. Angie was resting as Rita entered and asked about Debbie. Angie shrugged as her cell rang. The voice said they had Debbie and to meet them at the clearing. Rita was fuming as Angie put on an old shirt and sweatpants. Hell she thought she could wear a dress, nothing was going to stay on very long. Rita and Angie trudged through the woods. Rita could not still fight. Her boobs now were a lighter crimson and they still hurt to the touch. OK maybe a little light licking was OK. Angie trudged along as with a purpose. She reached the clearing a saw Debbie tied to a tree, nude and beaten. Tiffany Bass and Penny Delmonte stood to Debbie’s side. They were obviously administering the beating. Both were dressed in designer jeans and string tops. Both together would have a hard time with Debbie, so who? That question was answered when a large woman entered the clearing. Oh shit whispered Angie. I’m fucked. Who is it? Denise Ogden, pro wrestler, boxer, street fighter and all round area badass. Denise had seen better days. She was at least 45 and it showed. But she was also about 190 pounds on a 5’7 body. Angie stepped out to meet Denise. Denise had short black hair. Her nose looked like it had been broken oh about 12 times. And it had probably been. She, had been only one of two women to dominate the American Gladiators women, the other was a CHIP. The producers had thought about adding her to the show but when she threw Raye Hollitt(Zap) across the dressing room and beat her bloody that idea went away. She was a cross between being big and a bodybuilder. She had big arms but not those ripped arms. She was wearing a long coat and when she let it drop, she had large breasts, a big belly and a permanent sneer. She wasn’t ugly but being a beauty queen wasn’t in her future either, maybe a spokewoman for a beer company. She was wearing an old black bra and jeans, with boots on. Angie came across and yelled, let Debbie go and you have me. Angie turned to Tiffany and Denise, but in a split second Denise came across and cold cocked Angie. I got you already, bitch.
Angie woke as birds tittered above her. Her head killed her and as she looked down her prized chest hung to her bellybutton and was blackened. She began to cry when she realized she was nude and she was bleeding from between her legs. She could barely stand. She could barely see out of both eyes. Angie tried to grab a limb to help her stand and realized her right wrist was probably broken. The bitch fucking killed me, she whispered. Debbie was still nude but now out and still hanging from the tree. Angie crawled over and shook her. Debbie roused. Please get me off this tree. I want to go home, forever. Angie managed to undo the ropes and Debbie staggered off. Angie would never see Debbie again. She transferred the next week. Angie waited till night and pretty much crawled back to the dorm. She curled up in bed and stayed there for 3 days. She wouldn’t be valedictorian, although would place in the top 10%. When she graduated she would still have bruises on her face. Make-up would see to those. It even hurt climbing the 5 steps to get her degree. She never saw Rita again. She heard that Debbie and Rita transferred together. Good for them, she thought. She went home after graduation and her mother continued quizzing her on her apparent change in clothes. Her mother had large breasts and would NEVER show them off. Angie walked around in nothing but a sports bra and panties. A good job finally opened up in her college town and she applied, interviewed and got it. Her parents moved her into an apartment but as she looked at herself getting ready for work the first day she knew she had put on maybe 15 pounds. I’m fat because that bitch kicked my ass. On the drive home she saw a small gym she never knew existed when she was in college. She signed a contract and wound up going 4 days a week. She found a note tacked to a mirror that would change her life. Wanna fight? Females wanted for fighting or wrestling. Interested call…. She did and was invited to a house the next day. The house was a mansion and it had a note for the female fighter to go downstairs. Angie could hear voices, screams more like it. Obviously there was a fight in progress. Angie wound her way downstairs and opened a door. The room was completely padded, floors and walls. There was a young woman who made Lisa look small, Angie thought. The young woman was stripped to her panties. She was bruised up and her mouth and nose were bleeding. Her opponent was a woman in her thirties half her size. She was fantastically built above the waist with small breasts and a great ass. She had short brown hair and was very pretty. The woman had Margie because the woman kept saying, give Margie? Margie wouldn’t. The woman had an armlock on Margie and pointed her arm to ceiling and Margie screamed. In a flash the woman released and applied a Camel Clutch and pulled back on Margie head and shoulders. Margie begged and now pleaded for her to stop. The woman didn’t but demanded Margie’s “total surrender”. OK ok anything. One more jerk and the woman stood and stepped away. She saw Angie watching and smiled. She pulled down her thong so thin that Angie thought she was fighting nude. She pulled Margie up by the hair and pushed her face into her scraggily bush. Do it. Eat me. Margie looked up and saw no mercy being given and Angie heard the unmistakable sound of the woman being eaten out. The woman closed her eyes and after a few minutes shuddered and continued shuddering for what seemed like a long time. Then the woman smiled and used her foot and kicked the big woman over and face-sat her. This time the woman played with her small pert breasts. She shuddered again. Get the fuck out and I don’t want to see you again, ever. Margie dragged herself up, dressed and sobbing, left. You call? The woman asked. Angie nodded. Want to learn how to fight or get better. I got the piss kicked out of me 2 months ago. If I don’t do something I’ll…. Ok whatever. Who did it? You look pretty sturdy. Denise Ogden. I don’t remember much after her first punch. I woke up later and well I was bleeding and swollen all over. Bitch damn near killed me and left me for roadkill. You ever fight her? No I almost did but she got paid to fight a Latino woman for a bunch of rich guys. She beat the woman so bad the Latino was in a wheelchair for 2 months. Wanna start tonight? OK. I’m really horny. Yeah but she got you off about 7 times. Yeah so? Angie smiled as she pulled her shirt off. Great tits. Angie stripped off her bra. Fucking great tits. Oh by the way nice house. This? It belongs to a friend who is in Spain. She lets me use the facilities. Oh I’m Missy Ettinger. Use to be Missy Ettinger Salinger but me and the hubby split up it must be going on 2 years now. Get some muscle and you’d be a killing machine. Missy motioned Angie on the mat. Missy was nude and Angie in panties and then slipped out of them. What do you remember? I had a nightmare about 2 weeks ago where she threw into this v-shaped tree. My arms and boobs were sticking out and she spread my legs and kicked and punched my pussy unmercifully. I’m guessing due to the scrape around my waist and the bleeding down below it really happened. Were you alone? No I got ambushed and so did 3 of my friends. Angie explained and Missy sighed. All that so you got the shit kicked out of you by a couple of rich bitches. Anybody left? Nope they transferred or went to places unknown. Just me, and it’s driving me nuts. I’m pretty good and she just beat the ever-loving piss out of me. Maybe this is the wrong time I’ll come back tomorrow. Promise. Missy shook her head at the girl’s whose life was turned upside down by this beating. Angie turned and started putting on her bra. She felt two arms around her caressing her breasts. Great tits. Yeah they are. For the first time in a long time Angie smiled.
Two hours later an exhilarated Angie was wrestling nude with Missy. Missy was “showing” her arm holds and pretty much wrenching her right arm out of the socket. Missy demanded her submission, which meant the same thing Margie was forced to do. While, Angie had pretty much done the same thing earlier, her back was up and she was damned if she would be on her knees and eating this “old” woman out. Give? Fuck you. I’ll pop it. Then do it. Both were incredibly sweaty and it was akin to oil wrestling. Missy moved an inch and Angie smiled and rolled through. While it took away the arm hold Missy was still on top Angie grabbed both wrists and it became a test of strength. Angie powered Missy over and Missy smiled. Strong, good. Angie could see pinning Missy and face-sitting her. Angie had her almost down and Missy smiled and in an inhuman feat of strength put Angie over and on her back. Instead of face-sitting her Missy smiled, while both were huffing and puffing kissed Angie and whispered, let’s take care of Denise and those two rich blondes. Angie returned the smile and smothered Missy with her chest. Missy really smiled.
Angie fought Missy 3 times a week and worked out another 2 days. Sometimes she would make it with Missy sometimes not but always Missy would kick her ass. Sometimes the beatings were more energetic than others and always with a lesson at the end. By the end of the third week Angie could feel herself getting stronger and better equipped to handle the fighting machine that was Missy Ettinger and later Denise Ogden but what she didn’t know she would have to clear the Buffy hurdle. Angie was topless and was being held in midair by Missy when the door opened and perhaps THE best looking blonde Angie had ever seen walked in. She had a black leather skirt on showing two tremendous legs with calves to die for but the blonde’s greatest feature other than being beautiful and having long beautiful hair was two gigantic breasts. The blonde had a white silk shirt opened to the third button allowing all to view the twin peaks. She had a pink bra that could barely contain the orbs. Was this the owner of the mansion? Missy put her down and walked over to the blonde. They kissed sensuously. They spoke quietly and giggled. The blonde while dressed to the 9’s still rubbed her body and caressed Missy. Then she stripped. Angie this is Buffy. You’ll fight her tonight. Angie’s loins stirred. This was cake. Buffy was 2 inches shorter and about 30 pounds lighter and she couldn’t wait to lay her hands on those breasts. Angie if you’re thinking this is a night off. Don’t. I’m a badass in a fight. Buffy is an absolute cunt. She will attack every inch of your body and she enjoys humiliating you. Understand? Angie said she did but she really didn’t. This stuck up blonde all 125 pounds of her would beat 150 pounds? Not a chance. Within 3 minutes Angie’s breasts had been twisted and molested and now she was on her stomach with Buffy’s knee in her spine and Buffy’s thumb was in her ass. Buffy was demanding her pussy surrender. Hey fat college girl, you can’t fight and you’ve got flabby tits. Want to see real tits. Give up and I’ll let you suck them before you lick my ass. I didn’t say lick my pussy I said lick my ass. Give? Fuck you, you bleach fucking blonde. With that Buffy raised Angie’s leg and plunged her hand deeper into Angie’s anus. Please no more. Give? No! No Buffy scratched Angie’s pussy with her other finger. Angie screamed. Please. Buffy scratched harder. Want to bleed, fatty. Angie then heard a voice, torture her all you want, Buff, but DO NOT make her bleed OR I’ll make you bleed. Buffy gave her pussy one more rip and then continued on her ass. You’re a pussy fatty, making Missy fight your battles. You fucking blonde cunt let me go and we’ll see. Let you go? Why? I’m a better fighter and better built and better everything than you fatty. Want me to fight Denise Ogden? I could take her. You? You have no chance. With that Buffy tried to jam the thumb harder but her momentum came forward and Angie had an opportunity to roll through. Buffy came down on her ass and Angie kicked her in mouth. Angie stood and massaged her wounded womanhood. Bitch, she exclaimed as she drove her fist into Buffy’s pussy. Fuck!. Angie knowing Buffy to be an extremely dangerous and now wounded catfighter drove her forearm into Buffy’s throat. She picked up Buffy’s legs and turned her over. She spread Buffy’s legs and then let her drop onto her knee. Buffy’s screamed and cursed her. She flattened Buffy out and brought her ankles up and sat on them. She grabbed Buffy’s long tresses and pulled. She then banged Buffy’s head on the mat over and over again. Buffy whispered, you fuck. Angie stood and kicked Buffy over and stomped Buffy’s set. She stomped Buffy’s set three times, on the third she could tell the blonde was crying. I got the fuck, Angie thought. She turned her over again and pulling her up by the hair punched her repeatedly in the spine and lower back. Buffy began moaning and cursing Angie out. After 10 devastating punches Angie released Buffy and surveyed the damage. Buffy was sobbing and STILL cursing Angie and then after 30 seconds trying to stand. You mother fucker breathed Buffy on her way up. Angie moved to the side and viciously knee lifted Buffy to her back again. Angie picked up Buffy’s beautiful lacy bra and kicked Buffy over and bound her wrists. She pulled Buffy up and Buffy began to squirm and kick. Angie threw a punch to Buffy’s gut and drove her to her knee. She pulled her up again and paraded her around the room, slapping her ass. Finally she stopped at the pegs 6 feet off the floor used to hang up coats. This time the peg was used to hang a superb looking blonde. Angie attacked Buffy’s defenseless tits. Geez girl you got great tits, licking and sucking. I know cause I got real good ones. Buffy kicked out and Angie went to throw a punch. No more she heard Missy say. Let her down. If you want… Go ahead. Buffy hung there like a beautiful blonde hunk of meat. Angie caressed her. Angie kissed her breasts. Buffy stopped cursing and sobbing and whispered to Angie. I’ve been fucked in the backseat of my Beamer after a fight but nobody ever whipped my ass like that. I’ll.. do whatever you want. Please, please let me down. Please. Angie had leaned close and Buffy kissed her forehead. Angie bear hugged her and brought her to the floor. She untied her and returned the kiss this time to the cheek. Nah that’s it. No that isn’t it. Buffy took Angie by the hand over to Missy and lay Angie down and Angie lost all track of time.
Angie kept up the schedule and lost 10 pounds and added muscle. Buffy being the competitor and not knowing when to quit almost got into it again with Angie. Angie showed up at the house and was ready to strip when Buffy got a cell call. Don’t undress. We’re going somewhere. They climbed into Buffy’s new BMW and drove out of town. They drove up a winding road into the country. Angie could make out a parking lot and about 20 cars and trucks. She saw a light in the woods. Buffy and Angie walked around the crowd and saw Missy stripped to the waist, with jeans and sneakers on. Missy smiled. The woman rather as Angie noted girl across from Missy was an ox. She was 5’7 and about 185. The girl, Lisa was, as Angie would come to find out, 17. In one of her fights Lisa beat up her mother and beat her all over their house leaving the mother tied up and bleeding on the stairs. There was an older man behind her seeming as an adviser or coach. Angie would come to find out that was her father. Angie mumbled, asshole. Lisa had short spiky black hair and an oval face. She had thick arms and legs and small breasts. She was topless and had a thong on. Angie cringed at the thought of a 17 year old in nothing but a thong in the woods fighting for men betting on a loser. It got worse. Missy got a call from the girl’s “adviser” challenging her to this fight but the fight would be a strap match. Both combatants would be tied together with a 6-foot leather strap. The loser would be the woman either choked out or couldn’t continue. The adviser promised Missy $1000 for the fight. She doubted it would that much but the thought of fighting a minor repulsed her, Lisa had beat the shit out of her own mother and severely injured a friend of Missy’s. Lisa had to be stopped and see the error of her ways. Missy would be that avenging angel. An emcee gave the stats of both women. Lisa was announced as 155. Missy smiled. Lisa’s right leg weighed 155. Missy called the girls over and they secured the leather strap. Buffy whispered, do you know what you’re doing? Hey a fight is a fight. No? The emcee yelled fight and Lisa pulled the strap and Missy towards her, clotheslining her. Missy hit the ground hard and stumbled up. Lisa was on her again punching her in the sternum. Lisa followed it up by kneeing Missy, Missy bent over and Lisa brought the strap over and around Missy’s throat. Lisa jammed her knee in Missy’s back and began the process of choking her out. Lisa actually made a muscle pose as she held the choking Missy. Lisa yelled, give now and eat my pussy and you won’t go out. Missy shook her head. OK choke to death for all I care. Lisa cinched the strap up and was close to Missy. Missy suddenly sat straight down and Lisa followed smashing her chin on Missy’s head. Lisa fell back stunned. Missy stood and pulled Lisa to a seated position and then kicked her across the chest. Missy then went around and kicked Lisa over and pulled her left arm with the strap up. Missy worked the right arm up and out and tied the two wrists together. Lisa was screaming. Lisa lay on her knees with arms bound but she wasn’t done. She charged Missy and Missy delivered a kick to the gut. Lisa went down again and stayed there as Missy grabbed her ankles hogtying her. Lisa went from screaming to crying to begging for mercy from her FATHER. She begged her father to love her even though she didn’t win. Missy let her go and motioned for Buffy and Angie to haul up the screaming girl. The crowd eager to see a fight went away disappointed. Missy approached the father. Missy could feel the father looking every inch of her now topless body. She kept her t-shirt in her hand. $1000, right? Well we didn’t get the crowd we expected. You mean Lisa fights every week? Yup and you’re the first to defeat her. How did mom make out? The father whistled, not real well and laughed. I want your daughter. For? What do you think? Me and my friends want her for a night of female physical entertainment. We’ll each fight her and then fuck her. It’ll cost? How much? Missy was sickened when the father felt his crotch and said, a blowjob by you ought cover it. Where? Right over there. Missy followed the father over behind some trees. You’re nude. Missy stripped and the father, Ed pulled his pants down to his knees. Missy swallowed and got on her knees and took Ed’s member in her mouth and began working Ed over. Missy had broke up with husband 2 years back and had forgotten how much she enjoyed giving head but NOT to this asshole. So is she a good fighter normally? Who knows? I usually try to match her against some fatty or weirdo or old hag. My darling daughter makes me over $2000 a week and her cut is $100. She should have a fighting career of about 10-15 years. And how I got her to beat up her own mother. Priceless. Bitch wanted me to pay alimony for my fat daughter and her. So I told a tale and fatty bought it. There was a snap of a twig and “fatty” was standing there with Buffy and Angie. “Fatty” had tears in her eyes. I believed you. I beat mom up because I thought she was going to hurt you. Honey. The asshole that was Ed tried to cover himself but Lisa him pushed over a branch and stormed off. Missy rose and spit. Buffy and Angie ushered a very pissed off and hurt Lisa in the back of the Beamer. Missy got in the front. I let you win. Who cares? Don’t you think you have more important things on your mind? Like? Maybe I beat the piss out my mom and humiliated her because my father is a no good louse. Like that? Yeah that pretty much sums it up. Lisa began sobbing as the enormity of her situation came clearer. Jesus my mom will never speak to me. I I did things to her and left her tied to the stairs. She’ll never… Buffy piped up, how do you know. Well she moved to Kansas. How am I.. Buffy flipped her cell back to Lisa. Try calling her. Lisa looked at Buffy’s back. Thanks..
She opened and began to dial. Needless to say the next 15 minutes and whatever cost to Buffy’s cell charge was worth it as all 4 women had more than their share of tears. Lisa’s mom did forgive and forget. She knew Ed was a louse long before this. Missy then got on the line. Lisa was from this area and she well occasionally went to school at the local high school. With Missy’s help she would continue and graduate. Angie thought to herself, Mother Missy. Don’t want to piss her off.
As Missy began her stint as a surrogate mother Angie hadn’t seen her parents in 2 months. She went home one weekend to see them. They had been on vacation for 2 weeks and the other time Angie because of work and working out couldn’t make it. But she entered her parent’s home and removed her sweatshirt and her mother started screaming. My God Angie your body. Angie was startled and immediately looked into the mirror. She had jeans on and a tight tank “muscle shirt”. And Angie WAS muscled up to say the least and a large portion of her still large chest showing. She had lost the original 15 pounds and an additional 7 but put 5 more on as muscle. Angie wouldn’t be confused as a bodybuilder but her mother was screaming at the size of her shoulders and biceps. Angie’s father not prone to hysterics inquired if this was way his daughter wanted to look. Yeah dad it is. OK then let’s eat. Angie’s mom couldn’t look at her daughter through dinner. It was rather tense with Angie only speaking to her father. Angie declined dessert and kissed them both. Of course in an effort to rag her mother before putting on her sweatshirt Angie struck a very impressive double bicep pose. Her mother left the room and her dad laughed. Little did either of them realize that their daughter would need every ounce of muscle in her nude fight with Denise Ogden.
The following week saw Angie in panties and a ripped t-shirt wrestling with Missy in a t-shirt and sweatpants. Yes changes had been instituted since Missy took over Lisa. No more, nude wrestling during sparring. Missy had caught Angie in a head scissor and worked Angie over. Angie had gotten pissed and gotten her knees leaving Missy with a standing head scissor. While Missy poured it on, Angie in a feat of strength stood and popped her head from Missy’s legs. Angie then threw Missy up catching her and body slamming Missy to the mat all in the same motion. Angie rose red-faced and screamed you fuck! Angie walked away and in the second step realized what she had done. Oh my God. Angie and Buffy who was in attendance sprinted to Missy. Missy was down and not moving. Are you all right? Missy, whispered, absolutely fucking great move. Angie blushed and smiled. Denise would have her hands full. Missy contacted Denise, how’s her wrist? Denise laughed. Geeky girl with big tits, right? Yeah and she wants your ass. She had her chance. She wants another one. How about you Ettinger? There are laws about beating up the elderly. Really? How about this. After I kick the geeks ass. You step in next. No problem. The date was set but Denise wouldn’t budge off the place and dress. It would be at a rich man’s house in a specially built cage and nude. Angie immediately said make the date. Missy was unsure but made the date. You want to fight nude? Hey I would up that way the last time so she’s already there. I know I’m going to kick her ass. No matter how the fight starts I’m going to win. Missy smiled. You go girl.
Missy received directions and was unhappy to find the owner and 10 guests, male and females waiting. Angie stretched and stripped to a robe in a separate room. Angie had never been an athlete or competed before. She didn’t know about stress or nerves or how to get psyched. She was pissing and nervous as hell. Missy and Buffy were there and Buffy of all people was her voice of reason. Stay cool. Feel her out. Use your strength and endurance. There was a knock and Angie came out in a light robe. Angie couldn’t look at Missy. She didn’t want to disappoint her mentor. Angie walked into the cage. The cage was about 10 x 10 and 10 feet high. It was not cheap. There was one way in. Denise was already in and nude. Denise looked heavier. She was 5’7 about 200 or so. She had short kinky hair and a pale complexion. She had the most pussy hair Angie had ever seen. Denise had large breasts. But there was an audible gasp when Angie removed her robe. Whether it was her chest or her development. Angie dropped her robe and tossed through the gate as the owner closed and locked the door. Really no rules. The cage was only to keep people in and not let anyone out till… As Angie tossed Denise attacked and just missed a direct hit but Angie ducked away. Angie smiled and shook her neck. Her muscles and breasts bounced. God did she love this. Love it till Denise tied up and hit her with 3 knee lifts. Denise pushed into the corner and continued the knees. Both their hands were locked above them. Denise connected on 2 lifts. Angie was hurt. She hunched over and got a better grip on Denise’s fingers. Test of strength, bitch. Denise smiled till she wound up on knees with Angie full pussy staring her in the face. Denise tried to head butt Angie’s pussy. Angie hit Denise with 2 knees in the face. Angie backed Denise back and down. Angie broke the grip and measured Denise and hit her in the face once, twice, three times. Denise moaned upon impact. Angie pulled Denise up and Denise hit her right above the pussy. Should have kept me down, geek. Yeah if I did that I couldn’t have done this. Angie sprang and picked Denise up on her shoulders. Angie had a hold of Denise’s chin and one leg and rest of her body hung over Angie’s shoulders. Angie went to the middle and fell back hurtling Denise’s body to the mat. Denise landed with a thud and groan. Angie went and pinned the whale the Denise Ogden had become. She slapped Denise and wonder of wonders Denise began to cry. Huh? Angie stood. Let me out. This isn’t a fight it’s a … Angie never got a chance to finish as Denise stuck a fist up into Angie pussy. And again. Missy could swear Angie’s eye almost popped out of her head. After the second shot Angie went to her knees and leaned her head on the cage. Denise stood and rammed Angie’s head against the cage. This opened a wound on Angie’s forehead. Now Denise rubbed Angie’s face back and forth. Angie’s arms flailed. Now Denise grabbed Angie in a full-nelson and rubbed her large tits on the cage. Angie cried out as her prides and joys were rubbed almost raw. Denise let go and took a running start and crashed a knee into Angie’s neck. Angie sobbed. Denise turned Angie around and laughed at her condition. Angie had blood oozing down her face and there were blood specks on her breasts. Wanna eat me now? Fuck you. Denise hit Angie in the stomach and then grabbed her hair and rifled her back into the cage. Angie could barely stand. Denise helped her by assaulting her chest. Angie sobbed as her tits were twisted. Finally Denise stuck 2 fingers in Angie’s pussy. Angie drew a large breath. Huuuuuuuh you bitch. How do you like th……. This time Denise couldn’t finish when Angie grabbed her wrist and pulled up. Denise fought it but Angie kept raising the wrist. Angie with near superhuman effort kicked Denise and with the wrist drove her back into the corner of the cage. Angie held the wrist, which was now twisted in wrong direction. No, please don’t… Angie bloodied and bruised banged the wrist against the cage till she was confident Denise wouldn’t be playing the violin any time soon. Denise was now screaming. Angie turned and smiled at Missy. Angie ever the showman brought her hand across the throat. Angie backed Denise into the corner and pulled the arm up behind Denise’s back securing a bear hug. Angie lifted and turned and threw Denise to the middle with the wrist landing first with Denise landing on top it and then Angie. Denise screamed and Angie pulled it out and landed a knee on the now broken wrist. Denise screamed bloody murder. Missy heard one woman, a blonde with a huge bust blurt out. About time somebody kicked her ass. Angie stood and wiped the blood from her face. Over the course of the next 15 minutes till a totally beaten-up Denise Ogden began to eat Angie out Angie physically dismantled the veteran fighter. Angie picked Denise up and body slammed her. Angie walked over and picked Denise up and again and dropped her on her knee. Angie worked Denise’s chin back and her pussy down. Denise was screaming. Angie smiled and picked Denise again and dropped her. Angie assumed a double biceps pose. The blonde who obviously was full of her self now berated Angie for what she was doing to Denise. Let me finish with her and you can be next. Missy laughed until the big blonde stripped to the waist releasing 2 breasts that were larger than Angie’s and Denise’s combined. Angie picked Denise up and ran her into the cage. Angie picked Denise up and threatened a pile driver. At that Denise blubbered anything and Angie who was now bleeding more put Denise down and leaned in the corner. Denise without prodding crawled over and made Angie cum twice. The man opened the cage and Denise broken wrist and all crawled out. The blonde Veronica smashed Denise in the back of the neck. Angie sprinted over, don’t touch her again. Or what? Veronica kicked Denise in the ribs. Angie smiled, ding ding round 2 bitch if you have anything more than huge tits. Veronica smiled and removed her skirt. She had the biggest thong Angie had ever seen on and black nylons. Leave them on you look sexy. Besides black goes well with blood. Veronica entered. She was 5’10 and maybe 180, tall, with a huge bust, ass and thighs. She was pretty and had an oval face and mounds and mounds of long curly blonde hair, the original big hair. Angie rubbed the blood off her face. She had stopped bleeding. Her mother should see her now. Angie was tired but for some reason REALLY wanted to sit on the blonde’s face. The blonde rushed her and went for her eyes. You fuck. Angie grabbed her wrists and threw a knee. She caught the blonde. The second time she threw a punch. The blonde pitched over and Angie threw 2 kidney punches. The second drove the blonde to her knees. Angie grabbed the blonde, give? Fuck you, fatty. Angie backhanded the blonde. The blonde screamed. The blonde lay on her side with bosom everywhere in front of her. Angie smiled and dropped a knee and stayed there. GIVE!!!!!!!! No one was quite sure why the blonde wanted to fight given she couldn’t and her chest would be the first target. But Angie dropped a second knee and the reaction was the same. Angie turned Veronica to her stomach and reached around and grabbed the opposite wrist and pulled back. Veronica was a foot off the ground, her arms crisscrossed in front of her and her tits dangling. Angie pulled back more. Veronica screamed and begged for mercy. Angie relaxed and stood. Angie stripped Veronica and reversed face-sat her. Eat me. Veronica complied and Angie played with her set. Angie invited Buffy and Missy in. Soon there were 4 nude women in the cage and not a fight to be had.