THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY a fight novella by Mr. Cage (comments at [email protected])

“Samerra, I really think we should have stayed in Calcutta and gotten married there,” said the handsome well-dressed near thirty business executive.

The twenty-three year old green eyed Indian beauty in the first class seat beside him said firmly with virtually no accent, “No, Jason, I will meet your family before we are married. And we will get married in your country with your laws. I will be your wife end of story.”

The 5’8’’ 135 pound one-time Bollywood want-to-be actress shook her long black hair sending waves of shiny lustrous reflections rolling along its incredible length. The business man shrugged. Everyman in first class wanted her, but they also knew that look on his face. He was truly pussy whipped. Handsome, tanned, blonde and blue-eyed he might be attractive to other women, but for right now he was bewitched by the light brown beauty with green eyes and raven hair. She owned him; she knew it; he knew it; they knew it.

The plane landed and they made their way through immigration and customs, a lengthy frustrating process that seemed to get worse each time he returned from business abroad. As a high-tech executive he had set up one of the first out-sourcing service bureaus and then moved entire chip and boards assembly lines to the new wild east. He had become an important man in the growing Calcutta business community and had been introduced to Samerra at a party.

Samerra had reminded him he was still a man, not just a business executive. Jason had sworn off serious relationships after divorcing his cold as ice southern belle beauty queen, handpicked for him by his mother.

Jason’s mother, Abigail Lilly Lee, was essentially the Queen of polite (translation from politically correct read white) society and his divorce was a personal affront to her. Leaving for India was really just a desperate prison break from her and her world. Coming home alone wasn’t something he was looking forward to because she surely would conspire to put his ex back into his life, or, failing that, thrust some other tight-assed, cold-hearted bitch on him. His mother was determined that he be as miserable as his father hand been for his twenty years of marriage. The old man escaped with a heart attack. Jason had run to a different continent, spaceflight to another planet not readily available.

Now he was going back to New Orleans and he was dreading it. His mother would pitch a fit when she met Samerra. Abigail Lilly Lee was a fifty-two year old ex-beauty queen who ruled white society in New Orleans. While the old power structure had lost their political power, they still controlled the wealth and determined what was proper. Having a male heir to the Lee Family marry a not quite white actress was not going to go over very well. In truth, the fact that he had not gone into the Lee Investment Company or that he had made his money independently by working was already distressing enough. The last self-made man in the Lee family had been dead for two centuries.

His mother’s fixed smile and light friendly voice upon her introduction to Samerra did nothing to reassure him. But, his mother was an expert at maintaining appearances and she quickly befriended Samerra and worked very hard to keep them separate for the next week. He suspected something was up when he was kept surrounded in a whirlwind of old friends, family members and public gatherings.

Then his ex-wife Tina showed up at a party. His mother lavished attention over the tall blonde beauty queen who was in fact a young version of herself. At the same time his mother proclaimed that Tina and Samerra should become good friends. The idea seemed laughable to him, but before he could object Abigail had his ex and his fiancé coming to a tea at her country club. He was truly worried what his mother might be up to.

He had reason to worry for he and no other man knew how the upper class women of New Orleans had settled their disputes since a pirate wench fought a captured French Noblewoman for the approval of John Lafitte the Pirate. Dueling had gone out of fashion for men since those days, but the women of a certain class still settled their differences in highly regulated ritualistic fights.

Abigail Lilly Lee had inherited the position of Mistress of Parties from her grandmother. To everyone outside her circle of women that meant she was the party planner for the Old Twin Oak Club. In fact she was the Dueling Mistress for the proper women of Louisiana. And she had scheduled a party for Samerra and Tina with Tina’s approval.

Once in the Old Twin Oak Club Abigail led Samerra and Tina quickly through the public areas back into the women’s locker room and then to the large tiled room that functioned publicly as a steam room. They dressed in white robes and walked down the long hallway to the isolated steam room. Tina glared at Samerra whenever the Indian beauty was not looking. Abigail’s cruel smile had already warned Samerra that something unpleasant was coming.

A woman seemingly guarding the door said, “Elizabeth and Morgan are ready to proceed.”

Abigail put her strong arm around the younger woman and said, “What you see in here is secret. You will not speak of it. If you wish to be part of my family you will do what is required and you will maintain our secrets. If not, I will see to it that you simply disappear. Don’t look so shocked. I can do it and have done it before. You don’t take one of our men without a fight. But we don’t fight like street whores, so you need to see how a proper woman’s duel is performed.”

They entered the room. Thirty or more women sat on the arena like circular steps around the floor of the steam room. The tiles and first circular level had been covered in white pads. There was no steam. On the approximately twelve foot diameter circular floor stood two old women, both in their late fifties. They wore white robes and tight white leather gloves that reached to their elbows.

Abigail explained, “These two matrons have fought fifteen times during their life. Morgan on the right has won ten times, including the four last fights. Needless to say, we have many grudges, but none as long lasting and bitter. Their mothers fought and their daughters have fought and last month their granddaughters fought. This fight is a result of that fight. Elizabeth’s granddaughter beat Morgan’s granddaughter and humiliated her in front of everyone. Morgan has challenged Elizabeth to avenge the humiliation of her granddaughter.”

Abigail raised her arms. Seconds stepped down onto the padded floor and removed the white robes from the two old women. They were nude beneath! Morgan stood about 5’5’’ and weighed a round 170 pounds. Her breasts were huge, pale white and hung down on her round belly. They bore the marks of battle as well as those of six children nursing. Her belly was marked by stretch marks. Her pubic hair was thick and black still. The short closely styled hair on her head was that sandy grey that could be blond but was in fact stylish coloring for a respectful 50 year old matron. Elizabeth was taller and thinner at 5’7’’ and 150 or so pounds. Her breasts were smaller and firmer as were her hips and belly, although she was not svelte by any stretch of the imagination. Her pubic area was waxed smooth. She too bore the marks of multiple pregnancies. She looked fitter, but Morgan looked like a strong old battlewagon. Elizabeth had kept her shoulder length red hair colored and although it was brittle looking it showed no gray. Her skin was even paler than Morgan’s and dotted by freckles.

Abigail lowered her arm and the two women circled slowly around each other. Morgan lunged forward and slammed her right fist low into Elizabeth’s belly. The red head grunted and slammed her right fist back into Morgan’s belly and then chopped her left glove down onto the stretched out top of Morgan’s drooping right breast. The breast deformed with a smack and bounced around. Morgan grunted and grabbed Elizabeth’s shoulders. The fatter woman brought up her knee and cracked the waxed mound of the taller woman. Elizabeth moaned and doubled over.

Abigail explained, “You can punch, kick, elbow, butt, knee or stomp anything below the neck. You can pull hair. You can’t attack the face. We don’t want to show any marks, of course on you it might be difficult to tell because of your permanent tan, some English mixed in there?”

Morgan grabbed the wounded woman’s red hair and jerked her forward into a knee lift to the dangling tits. Elizabeth cried out and fell hard on her knees still held by double fistfuls of hair. Morgan’s supporters yelled support.

Samerra looked around the room at the red faced ladies who were acting anything but like the proper rich bitches they were supposed to be. She eyed Tina who sneered at her.

Morgan drew back her knee for another crushing tit strike, but it was the sandy haired woman who squealed. Elizabeth had driven three stiff leather covered fingers straight up into the fat woman’s bush. The fingers penetrated up to the knuckles. Elizabeth hooked her fingers inside behind the pubic bone and seemingly jerked down. Morgan howled, grabbed for Elizabeth’s wrist and fell to her knees.

Elizabeth hammered her left forearm across Morgan’s tits twice as the fat woman pulled the white gloved fingers from her sex. The third forearm put the old woman back on her heels. Now Elizabeth’s supporters were screaming their support. Elizabeth grabbed Morgan’s brown nipples, crushed and twisted them while pushing backwards on the wounded woman. Morgan was forced back on her shoulders, her ass sitting on her heels, her legs trapped under her. Elizabeth laid on the bigger woman’s round belly, her tits flapping against Morgan’s belly. Elizabeth pushed Morgan’s now red tits up to her shoulder and into her face. She was being breast smothered by her own fat, stretched out tits!

Morgan howled and ripped at Elizabeth’s red hair taking out a couple of handfuls, but the vengeful red head continued to maul the doughy tit bags while straddling Morgan’s fat heaving belly. It took five minutes of terrible tit mauling before Morgan screamed her surrender.

Elizabeth’s supporters yelled in triumph. Elizabeth stood up holding Morgan’s hair in her hand leaving the defeated woman sobbing on her knees. The badly mauled tits swung like swollen balloons swelling and turning red and blue by the moment.

Abigail said, “Now Elizabeth can merely accept Morgan’s offer of surrender and let her lick her slit until Elizabeth is satisfied. Or she can put the whip to Morgan’s ass and back, ten strokes if she is finished with their grudge and twenty if she dares Morgan to fight her again.”

Elizabeth asked for a wooden switch and flailed away at a screaming Morgan’s ass and back actually laying the old bitch open three times. After twenty vicious strokes, Morgan was now crying face down on the mat.

Abigail said, “Now Elizabeth can walk away and she controls whether or not she has to accept a challenge to a rematch.”

Elizabeth motioned to five women from the audience and they applauded while shedding their robes. They ranged in ages from teen to matron. Abigail noted the teen and of the women were granddaughter and daughter respectively of Elizabeth. The five of them joined Elizabeth and they fingered, fisted and forced Morgan to lick their pussies and assholes. They sucked on her damaged nipples until she was crying again. They fucked her over and over again with their fingers and fists. Elizabeth even foot fucked her rival and then forced Morgan to lick her toes.

Abigail explained, “Now Morgan can force Elizabeth to fight her as soon as she wants. That is what we call a grudge submission fight, open rules. Now you will see a claiming fight, maul rules.”

Samerra watched as two young beauties entered the room from separate doors. Both were tall at about 5’9’’ with lean bodies. One weighed no more than 135 and the other might have weighed as little as 125. The blonde was the heavier woman and when she disrobed it was clear that the extra weight was located in her heavy round breasts tipped by huge, fat, long brightly red nipples. Her mound had been waxed smooth revealing heavy labia and a pronounced finger sheath showing a larger than normal clit. The slender black haired woman had tight conical breasts that barely hung down at all tipped by dark pointed nipples, not tiny but small compared to the blonde’s headlights. Similarly, her labia were tighter and smaller and her clitoral sleeve barely poked out from between her tight lips. Both their asses and legs were slim, rock hard and muscled from obvious training, perhaps tennis or running.

Abigail said, “Melissa do you agree to fight without gloves.” Then after the affirmative nod by the blonde Abigail continued, “Teresa, do you agree to fight without gloves.” The raven haired beauty nodded.

Abigail explained to Samerra, “When two women want the same man the can settle the issue in a claiming fight. There are different rules, but we find that a maul is far more personal and meaningful given the circumstances. As the man in question is out of town and the ladies truly hate each other they have agreed to remove the gloves. The only viable targets in a maul match are the breasts and crotches, although hair pulling and body holds are permitted for the purpose of obtaining a maul hold. The rounds go five minutes and continue until one woman gives up her claim on the man in question. These matches are strictly refereed and can take quite a long time. So settle in. This is what you have to do to take a man from a woman with a claim on him.”

Melissa and Teresa moved forward slowly their flashing, manicured, silk wrapped nails tipping their claw-like hands. They cursed each other and even spit in each other’s faces but no one struck a blow. Melissa reached first for Teresa’s right breast. The thinner woman blocked the grasping claw with her right hand and slashed her left hand toward the side of Melissa’s swinging right breast. Melissa gasped as four welts appeared on the side of her big pale white breast. Two thirds of the room applauded the small tit fighter’s early success.

Melissa pushed forward through the pain and again reached with her left hand. Teresa shrugged and blocked it turning away from the grab, but the blonde had another target. As her left was feinting, Melissa’s right swung low and slapped hard on the raven haired beauty’s pristine white ass cheek. Melissa just didn’t claw it; she grabbed the haunch digging in her claws for a whole and held Teresa close. Teresa twisted trying to escape. As she did Melissa grabbed her dark pointed nipple. The blonde expertly crushed, pulled and twisted the nipple in one motion. Teresa screamed and grabbed for the hand.

The blonde grimaced as her hand and wrist were scratched, but she leaned into the slender woman and moved her right hand just enough to rake her claws on the underside of Teresa’s slit. The raven haired girl screamed and twisted away leaping for distance. Melissa tackled her from behind and they went down in a heap, the blonde riding the black haired woman’s back. The audience roared advice.

Melissa reached around and grabbed both conical breasts. Teresa screamed and pushed backwards trying to escape. Melissa let her push, but hugged the bitch rolling backwards onto her ass. The long legs of the vicious blonde opened and then closed, clamping a vicious scissor hold deep into the thinnest part of Teresa’s waist. A few women shouted for her to break the hold, but the two referees agreed that the scissors were a control hold as long as the blonde was clawing and crushing the trapped girl’s tits.

Teresa screamed and cursed as her smallish tits were clawed bloody and her nipples pinched and twisted. She writhed between the blonde’s muscular legs clawing at the claws that were ripping her tit flesh to shreds. She screamed wildly as a nipple was sliced across the pointed tip and rammed her head back into the blonde’s face.

Melissa’s nose was bleeding and the blonde was flat on her back. Teresa twisted around and went for the big tits rolling on Melissa’s chest, but the referees grabbed her and pulled her off. Two women climbed off the seats and examined Melissa’s nose. There was a five minute break while the bleeding was stopped.

The head referee announced, “Both combatants can continue, but Teresa has fouled Melissa. If Teresa wants to continue she must give Melissa one minute and one hand to exact a penalty on any viable target.”

“I’ll never give him up,” yelled the struggling raven haired beauty.

Melissa smiled, her blood stained lips twisted cruelly and her white perfect teeth showed they were outlined in red, and the blonde said, “Spread the whore’s legs and roll them up so I can see what’s there.”

The head referee motioned for two of Melissa’s laughing supporters to come down. They grabbed Teresa’s ankles, spread her leg and then raised her legs up and back lifting up the trapped woman’s pussy and ass to the open air.

Melissa looked down and growled, “I’ll rip out your cunt, you filthy whore.”

Then she jammed her already bloody right hand into Teresa’s puffy pussy. Samerra jerked on her ass as she saw four fingers penetrate the bare cunt all the way up to the knuckle. Teresa screamed and writhed, Melissa’s supporters managed to keep her folded up and immobilized. Melissa worked her right hand hard, obviously digging her nails into the tender cunt flesh and scratching away. She employed her thumb nail to slice at Teresa’s upper lips sawing at the tiny clit that had gone into hiding. Teresa screamed and sobbed. She didn’t last a minute.

“I give. She’s tearing out my cunt! I give!”

Melissa stopped clawing and pulled out her hand. She stood up and held up her blood dripping right hand for all to see. Teresa screamed and cried, curled up at her feet.”

Melissa shouted, “He’s mine, bitch!”

The crowd applauded as some women went to Teresa’s side and tried to comfort her. Abigail looked disappointed.

Tina muttered, “What a useless cunt that Teresa Smyth turned out to be! She should be kicked out of the club. A first round submission! Now I have to lick Bitsy Coleman’s ass until she comes. She said Melissa would win it in less than two rounds. How could any woman give up in less than three rounds? You’re a fucking useless cunt Teresa Smyth!”

Abigail nodded her head in agreement but said, “Can’t kick her out, her mother and sisters are good enough fighters. Their family has money and a long history. One weak pussy doesn’t mean the bloodline is bad. Besides, I doubt she’ll show her face around here any time soon. Now that we know she can’t take a cunt maul every woman who wants to put up a score will be challenging her.”

“Fucking disgrace,” Tiny yelled as Teresa’s friends helped her leave the bloody arena.

After the fight a dozen or so women left, they had all been supporters of Teresa. The twenty or so left waited for something.

Abigail explained to Samerra, “We don’t have any more fights scheduled for today. Now is a time for challenges.”

Tina popped up, shed her robe and walked proudly down the steps to stand in the center of the impromptu arena and pointed a long index finger, topped by along white nail, “I challenge that fucking brown man-stealing cunt to a claiming fight, a maul with no gloves.”

The remaining women roared.

Abigail turned to Samerra and said, “If you intend to marry my son, you marry into our family, mix with our blood, then you have to fight his wife for the right.”

Samerra snapped, “Ex-wife. You must be kidding. Jason would never allow this.”

Abigail muttered, “Men have nothing to say about it. Jason will never know about this. You have two choices, fight her and win or leave him.”

“You can’t make me fight.”

“No, but I can arrange to have you thrown out of the country on your not quite white ass. Or, if that doesn’t settle it you can simply be recycled.”

“Recycled?” Samerra looked at the old bitch incredulously

“Darling you aren’t the first piece of female trash that tried to marry a Lee man. We protect our bloodline. Now those who prove themselves at a Party show they have the promise of being good breeding stock. But those that won’t come to the Party and won’t leave the man, well, dear, we have a lot of hungry alligators down in the Bayou, and they recently reacquired a taste for human flesh.”

“Is that a threat?”

Abigail smiled sweetly, “No dear, that’s a promise.”

“And if I win a fair fight?” asked Samerra.

Tina snarled, “In your fucking dreams, dirty brown cunt!”

Abigail smiled and said, “Then Tina surrenders her claim on my son as her ex-husband.”

Samerra looked at the tall blonde beauty. Tina was an ice queen, haughty, long pointed nose, tight mouth, high cheek bones, blue eyes, a mane of thick blonde hair, perfect make-up and an athletic body without an ounce of fat on it save her two large augmented 36D breasts.

Samerra shouted down at Tina, “I accept.”

Abigail held up her hands to silence the cheers of the bitches watching the scene, saying, “We will combine this fight with the other unusual party I have planned for this Sunday after Church. Now the two ladies will stand side by side and show what they have put on the line! No fighting!”

Tina immediately stripped off her robe and revealed a nearly flawless body, tight flat belly, smooth waxed tight lipped cunt with a small bud of a clit, hard ass flanks, long muscular legs and a pair of obviously enhanced D cup breasts topped by perfectly oval raised pink aureole with pointed reddish nipples erect and sticking upward and outward. Tina flashed her white nails and smiled proudly in front of the other women. She stood 5’10’’ and weighed no more than 140 pounds and at 27 was still a young vital bitch definitely a match for the Bollywood actress.

Samerra stood proudly and shed her robe as soon as her feet touched the mat. She raised her arms and did a small twirl she was famous for in her B-movies. Her long black hair, down to the curve of her hard brown ass flew in waves and her firm, fanatically maintained body was displayed in all of its strong feminine beauty. She was just as fit and hard as the ice princess. At 135 and 5’8’’ the black haired, green eyed light brown beauty was entirely natural. Her 36C breasts were pert, but sloped naturally. They were topped by thick cupola aureole about the size of an orange. The exposure had caused the cupola to rise up pushing the almost ebony black aureole and thick thumb like black nipples outward. When she danced in films they sometimes put pads over her nipples depending on the rating because otherwise they clearly appeared through as many as a dozen wraps and a top. When Jason had first fucked her she had a small strip of pubic hair, but he had so loved the fact she wasn’t waxed that she had let her full bush grow in. It was as thick and black as her hair and covered the lower triangle of her belly and trailed between her legs all the way to her asshole.

Tina looked at her bush and muttered, “Fucking animal cunt.”

Samerra looked back and said, “You look like a boy, a boy without a cock. No, you look like a Barbie Doll, plastic tits and no cunt fit for a man.”

“You fucking dirty brown bitch!” Tina snarled and started for Samerra, but six women quickly stood between them.
Abigail said disapprovingly, “Ladies, remember we are all ladies here. The proprieties will be observed.”

Tina muttered, “I’ll rip out that cunt hair and stuff it in your slimy hole.”

“I’ll add your nipples to a collection I have back at home!” threatened Samerra wanting to fight right now.

Abigail again said, “This Sunday will settle their issue and unfortunately it will be a private party.”

There was a low groan of disappointment from the assembled ladies. Samerra waited for an explanation.

Abigail continued, “It can’t be helped. I am conducting private business with Ginny Washington. As our club does not admit people of a certain nature, this is not and cannot be a club party. She is allowed two witnesses and has chosen her two daughters. I will have my own two there as well. And we will have Superior Court Judge Marissa and Assistant District Attorney Nadine there to referee the fights. As they are both political and depend on our money and Ginny’s voting blocks they will be neutral.”

Samerra heard nasty witch with a southern drawl mumble, “Good thinking. Black niggers and brown niggers fighting in public with decent women, I’m glad it’s private. Wouldn’t want to let one of them think she belonged here with us.”

Samerra got a taste of Abigail’s manipulative power on the Friday before the fight. Jason was suddenly called back to India for two weeks. Apparently the Family Trust had an investment in his company and Abigail pulled the necessary strings. He was assured by Abigail that she and Samerra would handle everything that needed to be handled to prepare for their eventual wedding. Sunday was free.

The hypocrisy of Abigail, Tina and Samerra attending Sunday services along with many other women of the secret fight club seemed lost on everyone but Samerra. Everyone was smiles and kisses until they got into Abigail’s limo and shut the privacy window.

Tina hissed, “I’m going to carve my name into your titties and rip out that animal pelt between your legs.”

Samerra promised, “I’m going to pop those plastic balloons of yours and send you back for retreads.”

Abigail again explained the rules. No attacks to the head or neck other than hair-pulling for the purpose of securing a hold. As a special precaution since neither woman had fought this style before, they would be wearing facial masks and neck bands just in case their claws should reach outside the boundaries. The only real targets in a maul match are the breasts and crotches, although hair pulling and body holds are permitted for the purpose of obtaining a maul hold. Punching and kneeing were not allowed anywhere but clawing below the neck anywhere was permitted for the purpose of gaining release or control. The rounds went five minutes with a two minute rest period. The number of rounds was unlimited and the fight would continue until one woman gave up her claim on Jason. The match would be strictly refereed. First violation of the rules judged unanimously by the two referees would be one minute and one hand. Second violation would be one minute and two hands. Third violation would be two minutes and two hands and so on.”

Samerra argued, “How can I be sure these referees won’t favor one of their own.”

Abigail explained, “Nadine is black and she would not look on Tina as one of her own. Marissa is judicially fair and has an uncompromising sense of judgment. Otherwise I would not trust them to referee my own party.”

So they stood in the center of the circular floor wearing white leather masks with wire gauss eyeholes. Abigail explained the masks were historical relics left over from the 1800s when swords with short cutting points were used for a time to settle issues among the ladies. The white neck bands were made of very elastic latex. Tina’s blue eyes and red-lipped mouth could still be seen and as they waited the blonde mouthed words, “Fuck you.”

The first round started and Tina leapt forward slashing with her right hand. Samerra caught it on her bicep and suffered the first shock of the bright white nails digging into her flesh. Tina gripped her bicep and used it to swing her left hand in hard as an open handed slap on the top of Samerra’s right breast. At the point of contact the slap became a clawing grab. Samerra actually gasped in surprise at the pain the five nails created in her unmarked flesh.

Tina went for a nipple pinch with her left hand still squeezing Samerra’s left bicep. Samerra slapped the hand away and raked her right hand down across the big pale left globe tipped by a reddish pink nipple. It was Tina’s turn to gasp, but the tall blonde merely reached again for the thick black nipple, crushing it and twisting.

Samerra screamed this time and chopped her had down jerking Tina’s hand away. The blonde’s nails ripped at the tender rubbery nipple and aureole again sending Samerra’s head back with an involuntary squeal. Tina jerked on Samerra’s bicep and threw a knee into her thigh, apparently not enough to be considered a blow. Suddenly the Bollywood actress was falling onto the mat.

Tina yelled in triumph and jumped down trying to gain Sameera’s back. The Indian rolled and her upward knee took Tina in the crotch just as Tina’s knee sank into the Indian’s brown belly. Both women moaned and writhed on the floor. The referees concluded it was an unintentional double foul and as such let the round continue.

Tina recovered first and rolled onto her hands and knees reaching for Samerra’s long black hair. Samerra screamed as she was pulled backwards on her ass. Tina tried to put her knees on the Indian’s shoulders, but as soon as Samerra’s head hit the blonde’s mound the actress reached up and grabbed the two hanging 36D globes. With her newly painted white tipped green nails she dug in deep yanking down the white bitch by her fat plastic tits.

Tina howled and let go of Samerra’s head forgetting about her plan to mount the Indian in a reverse face sit. She reached for Samerra’s wrists. The Indian surprised everyone by rolling up, her fine brown muscles tensing as she used her acrobatic dance training. Tina’s arms were down clawing into Samerra’s wrists when her head was suddenly captured between the Indian’s long, strong calves. Tina squeaked and suddenly found her head being driven into the mat.

The blonde had achieved a full sixty nine position this time, but fully unintentionally and totally to her disadvantage. Samerra was looking into the blonde’s shaved cunt and tight asshole. Tina’s shock grunt turned to a prolonged scream as Samerra managed to jerk her hands away from Tina’s weakened grip. Samerra bent her arms at the elbow and shoved both hands into the white bitch’s spread open crotch. Samerra shoved four fingers of her left hand straight up into Tina’s tight lipped cunt, spearing the ex-wife’s sex. Her left thumb scratched at the bare mound going for the clit. Samerra’s right hand reached a little higher. Her index finger entered Tina’s ass just as the blonde lunged forward.

Tina howled and actually propelled herself up and over landing on her back with her head bent at an odd angle between the Indian’s calves. The head came out and Tina sat up facing away from Samerra, cursing and screaming about her cunt. Samerra sat up behind her and raked the white fighter’s back from the shoulders down to her swell of her ass with a ten finger claw. Tina arched her back screaming as ten deep scratches marred her model’s body. She turned around just missing Samerra’s mouth with an illegal elbow and snagged the Indian’s flying hair.

Tina used the hair to twist herself around before Samerra could lock her dancer’s legs around Tina’s waist. The two women ended up face to face with their legs spread open locked in knee to knee confrontations. Tina twisted her right fist deep in the Indian’s hair and grabbed the right tit with her left hand. Sameera moaned as her tit was squeezed from its base by four fingers and gouged by the thumb distorting the tit into a twisted balloon. Samerra retaliated with a right hand to the left tit and a left underhand claw to the white woman’s already bloody crotch.

Tina screamed first and pushed backwards with her knees while pulling Samerra downward at the waist with the hair hold. Samerra continued to claw at Tina’s sex but lost the tit claw. Tina shifted and managed to free a leg so she was able to put her foot deep into Samerra’s bent over stomach and push. The Indian woman lost her other hold and was soon almost face down with the blonde threatening to rip out a handful of hair while gutting her with a just legal foot in the belly.

Tina brought her other foot up exposing her bloody cunt for all to see and put it on Samerra’s shoulder. Unable to reach the Indian’s target areas, the blonde added her other hand to the massive hair hold. She placed her other foot on Samerra’s other shoulder. The Indian was face down on the bloody sweat dribbled plastic mat with feet on her shoulders shoving her away and two hands in her hair pulling her forward. The referees moved in to question the hold. Tina saw them coming, jerked hard on the hair and pushed as hard as she could with her feet. Samerra’s hair gave way before her neck or before the referees intervened with an order to break the hair hold.

Samerra screamed and rolled across the mat grabbing at her scalp where a double fist full of hair had just been ripped from her beautiful mane. Tina held the hair up like a trophy and stood shakily on her long legs. She started forward to finish the job just as the round came to an end. No one was there to assist either girl.

Tina sat down on the first level of seats with her trophies and began to taunt Samerra about what she was going to do to Samerra’s hairy cunt. The shaved blonde promised to give Samerra the waxing from hell. Samerra took a minute to get control of her writhing and gain a seat. She had lost a lot of hair, but with as wild as her hair was now there was no obvious bald spot. A bit of blood dribbled through the hair roots still covering her upper forehead and colored the white mask. At the top of the steam bath arena, Abigail sat smiling and nodding her head approvingly. Perhaps, Tina was not ahead on technical points, but she had clearly established that she was a capable dirty bitchfighter.

Round two begin with both standing, now covered in sweat and bloody scratch marks. Tina continued to promise she would rip out Samerra’s cunt hair just like she had scalped her animal mane. Samerra’s green eyes coldly stared back at the blonde measuring her for a slashing. Tina lunged forward and Samerra side-stepped taking a slash on her left side. Tina spun and charged again. This time Samerra managed to duck and slide by. The blonde snagged the long black hair, but missed holding on to it. Tina cursed and started to spin around again, but Samerra was behind her with a double fistful of blonde hair.

Tina screamed as she was pulled backwards off balance and swung in a staggering circle. The tall blondes feet flew as she desperately tried to regain her footing. Samerra took the taller bitch around twice in a circle before slinging her knees first into the padded first roll of the steam bath turned arena. Tina crumpled over the ledge with her ass up in the air and her feet scrambling for purchase on the floor pad. She didn’t get up in time.

Samerra landed hard across the blonde’s back in a cross body belly to back slam. Tina grunted again and reached backwards to claw at Samerra’s hard brown ass. Samerra cursed as her ass was clawed, but Tina paid a severe price for getting the Indian’s attention. Samerra seized the back of the blonde’s hair and pushed her face down hard into the pads. Tina kicked her legs and tried to wiggle out from under the Indian or at least get off the ledge. Samerra braced with one foot on the floor and the other stretched out on the padded ledge. It looked like she was grinding her mound on the edge of the edge, but it was a balancing position and she held the blonde in place.

Tina struggled uselessly still clawing at the one ass cheek she could reach. Samerra’s right hand was in the white bitch’s hair. She raised her left and slapped it down hard into the tight cleft of Tina’s ass. The slap was just a shock to the blonde. What set her to howling like a wounded cat was the Indian’s index finger digging into the blonde’s asshole. As soon as Tina’s first round of bucking was over, Samerra hooked upward with her index finger opening the tight hole and jammed in her other three fingers deep and downward. Tina screamed and screamed. Her feet kicked useless and her one effective hand ripped welts in Samerra’s ass, but Samerra held the hold and savagely gouged and worked to split the blonde’s obviously virgin asshole. Tina was sobbing when the round ended and Samerra pulled out four blood-soaked fingers.

The blonde slipped to the floor crying. Nobody helped her. Samerra strutted across the floor and sat down resting for two minutes as she eyed Abigail. Tina was screaming for a doctor during the break. One of the referees demanded to know if she wanted to continue. For a moment it looked like the blonde was beyond reason, still screaming for a doctor. Samerra stood ready to fight on.

The referee yelled, “Fight or surrender?”

Tina screamed, “I quit you fucking bitches. Fuck you Abigail I don’t want your goddamn son. I want the doctor!”

Abigail picked up her cell and called someone. Almost immediately the doors opened and five fully dressed women in hospital garb entered. Three went for Tina and helped her up and walked her out. Two came to Samerra.

Abigail walked over and said, “You have earned the right to be treated here and watch my fight, just to see what a real no rules grudge fight looks like. Your scratches need cleaning, antibiotics immediately. And, truthfully the sooner you get to the hospital the less the chance of permanent scaring. Of course even if you stay our doctors can do a lot to reduce the scaring. There is cosmetic surgery if necessary. No need to worry about exposure in any tabloid because all persons on our medical staff are members or in someway obligated to our membership. So do you want to go to the hospital now or stay and watch a real fight?”

Samerra heard a challenge in her future mother-in-law’s voice and she answered it defiantly, “I’ll stay and see how you handle yourself. You’ve seen what I can do. It’s only fair that I know what you can do.”

Abigail nodded with an indecipherable smile on her hard lips. She turned away from Samerra and walked down the steps to sit on the bottom ledge awaiting her opponent.

The door at the top of the steam bath turned arena and in walked three black women in white robes. They looked around the room taking in the obviously rumored, but unseen secret Holy of Holies of the exclusive Old Twin Oak Club. Abigail was joined by her two daughters, both younger than Jason. They stared at the black girls with clear disregard. The tension in the room was very high. Samerra felt it even as her wounds begin to stink as they were treated.

Abigail stood and shed her robe revealing that the fifty-two year old high society queen was still a handsome beauty, overly fit. At 5’10’’ and probably 155 pounds she had large shoulders and muscular arms for a woman. Her chest was thick and supported her two high riding globular breasts, 38DD’s at least and apparently natural do to their sloping drag on the thick connecting tissue. Her waist was thicker than it looked with clothes on and her ass was round and firm. Stretch marks showed on her belly, hips and tits. Her blonde bush was trimmed to a neat strip that covered only an inch of her flat, taunt belly. Her cunt lips were thick and hanging about an inch below her crotch and her clit was a far more pronounced than Samerra’s own. Her long nipples were pink and project outward from smallish pink, bumpy aureole. Her thick blonde hair was styled to curl just under her ears.

“Welcome to our visitors,” she said with a haughty sneer.

Ginny Washington nodded to Superior Court Judge Marissa and Assistant District Attorney Nadine. Marissa was a red head with streaks of gray, maybe nearing fifty. Nadine was a light-skinned black woman in her early fifties. Both women had an air of professional detachment. Nadine looked at Marissa and nodded.

Marissa announced, “This is to be a two stage contest as the ladies have agreed they wish to torture each other until one of them is broken and begging. Stage one includes six rounds of no stopping no submission penalty contests: two five minute rounds of standing tit mauling, two five minute rounds of body buffeting and two five minute rounds of taped fist fighting. If both women insist on continuing after that there will be an unlimited no-rules fight with leather straps until one woman begs the other for mercy, opens her mouth and swallows the winner’s piss.”

Ginny had yet to disrobe, but she nodded.

Nadine took over, “The terms are that if Abigail wins, Ginny will remove the local government’s objection to Federal financing for the Big Easy Hotel and Casino project as well as remove the requirement for low cost apartments in the Emerald Tower Project. If Ginny wins Abigail will swing the support of the business committee behind the Mayor for Governor and fund the construction of one thousand units of low cost housing in the flood plains.”

Abigail nodded. Ginny nodded.

Ginny’s daughters removed her robe. The 55 year old black woman stood 5’6’’ and weighed at least 190 pounds. She had mammoth heavy breasts that rolled on her swollen belly. Her lower belly pooch almost eclipsed her heavy, kinky black bush and prominent mound. Her ass was big. Her thighs jiggled. However, under all that weight she had clear strength. When she flexed her arms the flesh showed there was heavy muscle beneath. She had another advantage. Her daughters removed her wig and she had a tight grey buzz cut. No hair to pull! While shorter than the blonde her hands were bigger, almost mannish. And her feet would not have come close to fitting in Abigail’s designer shoes.

Samerra’s wounds had begun to sting now, but she was determined to set through this obviously planned to be extraordinarily brutal and humiliating battle. She found herself hoping the haughty Abigail would end up with a mouthful of piss. The bitch could use taking down a notch or two.

The nurse or doctor seeing to her wounds mumbled, “The big black bitch demanded the two stage fight. She plans to use the standing part of the fight to destroy Abigail before her weight becomes and issue.”

The two old battlers approached each other slowly. Marissa moved forward and took Abigail’s right hand and put it on the back of Ginny’s thick neck. Nadine took Ginny’s right hand and put it on the back of Abigail’s longer neck. Neither woman tightened their grip yet. Then the referees placed the left hand of each woman on the right tit of the other, palm covering nipple and fingers open and flat on the already sweaty flesh beneath. Abigail’s white hand didn’t cover the same fraction of black flesh as was white tit flesh covered by Ginny’s black fingers.

They referees clicked their stop watches and shouted, “Go.”

Both women dug their fingers into the back of the other’s neck and pulled down, forcing both their bodies to bend at the waist. At the same time, they went to work on each other’s hanging right tit. Grunts and curses started immediately. Abigail struggled to keep from being pushed backwards by Ginny’s weight and lost a step. Both were crushing and twisting the other’s tit flesh. Ginny’s bigger, softer hanging orbs had more give in them, but that might not have been an advantage.

Abigail gasped as her round orb was crushed and gouged by the heavy black fingers. She moaned as her big tit was pushed down toward her waist by the black’s full strength and weight. Abigail let the bigger, softer longer black tit flop free and seized it around its thin base, crushing its neck and jerking downward on the ballooning meat. That got a loud grunt and curse from the black woman. Her left shoulder flexed and she rotated her arm twisting the white globe around. Abigail moaned and lost two steps turning on her left foot keeping her position in the center, but giving ground to Ginny’s pushing.

Sweat was pouring off both women and the cursing slowed to the occasional, “White cunt!” or “Nigger bitch!” All political correctness and ladylike behavior had apparently been wrung out of their bodies by the tits. Ginny’s big belly was bouncing around as she sucked in air. Abigail’s eyes closed and her head went backwards in agony when Ginny’s probing fingers obviously crushed a tubule or sack. As to who was winning it was impossible to tell. Abigail’s right breast was bright red and deformed. Ginny’s left tit showed no color, but it looked like it was threatening to pop now that Abigail had squeezed and pulled her way down the neck of the tit leaving a long tube of stretched flesh at the top and a huge swollen bag of tit meat pointing downward. Both women moaned and grunted in between sucked in air and expelled curses. Finally the five minutes came to an end.

A two minute break followed where no help or water was given and only whispered support from their seconds was allowed. Samerra squeezed her legs together feeling warmth spreading inside her despite the pain of the scratches on her body. Watching the two women destroy each other was exciting her. She found it disturbing, but couldn’t deny it or look away. If no one had been watching she would have been fingering herself.

The second round started with the left hands on the back of the neck and the right hands on the left breasts. Both women obviously thought they had the right strategy. They went for the same attack as before. And soon Abigail was being forced to step back under the pressure of Ginny’s strength and weight. The blonde had the choke hold again on the softer tit and this time she moved quickly downward forcing all the meat to the head. Ginny was moaning loudly and stopped pushing. Abigail tried jerking her hand back and forth causing Ginny’s body to twist and jerk with each painful pull. Ginny retaliated by going for Abigail’s pink nipple with her claws. Abigail cried out as the black woman’s relatively short nails clawed her long pink nipples, pinching and twisting them. Abigail took the agony and continued to pump on Ginny’s udder as if she thought she might get milk from the grandmother. What she did get was a spurt of fluid, actually just a few high pressure drops leaving the nipple. Ginny screamed, probably more in shock than in incremental agony.

In between grunts Abigail snarled, “Fucking cow. Not dried up yet are you whore?”

“Keep talking Cracker! I’m turning your tits to mush,” snapped the black woman.

The round came to an end with both women gasping. They staggered away and sat down heavily on the padded ledge. Abigail’s perfect white globes were now as red as her nipples had been and that was just the general color. Dark red blotches and bluing areas covered both globes, and they looked to be swelling as she sat still gasping. No treatment was allowed other than the encouraging whispers of her two daughters, Samerra’s future sister-in-laws. Ginny was gasping for air when she sat down. She lifted her breast up moaning a she touched it and looked at the weeping nipple. She cursed under her breath and blew on it, winced and thought better of it. She gingerly let it dangle back down. While the black flesh showed no bruising, it looked like to Samerra that the soft hanging globes were growing in size, particularly at the bottom of their dangling right behind their nipples.

Two minutes ended quickly and they were stood up and brought back to the center. This time the referees put their right hands behind the opposing neck and warned them not to use their rights. Both women drew back their left hands and made fists waiting for the start of the standing body buffet, whatever that was.

As soon as the round began, both women slammed their left fists into their primary targets. For Ginny, she drove an uppercut flush into Abigail’s swollen red fight right tit crushing it up into the breast bone, the black fist almost disappearing inside the tit meat. Abigail’s white fist sank into the hanging soft belly of the black woman. Both women grunted and sweat flew. Hurt, they both growled and started punching wildly, pumping fists into their stationary targets. Abigail’s right tit was being bounced around like a basketball. Ginny’s big fist sank into it again and again bouncing it around Abigail’s chest, deforming it, squishing it, pancaking it and ballooning it. Abigail was taking a tit beating and it was hurting her. The white society maven was being rocked. She pounded back sending waves bouncing back and forth across Ginny’s hanging belly. Ginny’s deep grunts each time Abigail’s fist disappeared into her belly almost to the wrist was testament to her suffering, but she continued to flatten Abigail’s tit.

The round ended and Abigail staggered away. Her right breast was colored dark red in places, blue in others and to darkening to black in others. Moreover it was swollen at least a cup size and now dragged down on her belly far further than the left one. She had been tit-busted for sure. Still the blonde looked full of fight. Ginny sat down hard gasping. Her skin was slick with sweat and she could barely sit straight. She mumbled something to her daughters and the girl’s faces showed concern.

The next round started with the left hands on the neck and the right fists drawn back. Ginny’s first punch went straight into Abigail’s left tit smashing it flat. Abigail cried out and as her fist hit the outside ribs of the black woman. Abigail drew back her fist, but a second tit punch dropped her to her knees. The referees started counting slowly. Abigail stood up at the count of ten. They seized her arms and placed her in a standing full nelson, held by Nadine. Marissa stood with her second stop watch and shouted, “Go.”

Ginny’s big right fist crashed hard into the bruised nipple twice and was going back for a third when Marissa grabbed her hand and yelled, “Time!”

They released Abigail who almost fell again. They put their hands on the back of the neck again and restarted the round. Abigail twisted a bit to the side and Ginny’s first hard punch crushed the inside of her left tit sending it bouncing to the side, but preventing the globe squashing center strike. Abigail’s hard right fist came up from the side and struck at Ginny’s ribs driving up. The black woman cried out and twisted too. Abigail’s knuckles had obviously done some rib damage. The slugging began again. Abigail remained standing taking terrible tit punishment. The blonde worked on the ribs until Ginny twisted to the side showing more of her back. The blonde took the invitation and spent the last minute of the round pounding the lower left back of the black woman. Ginny didn’t fall, but she stumbled and went to the knees arching her back and holding her ribs after the round ended.

Abigail’s tits looked like blackened balloons now. Her styled hair was wet against her head and she was trembling in pain, but her breaths were long and deep. Ginny leaned forward propped on her knees and actually vomited during the break. The referees quickly taped her hands, inserting a metal thin metal strip between the multiple layers of white tape. Abigail grimaced as her hands were lifted and arms stretched out. Every motion of her busted tits hurt her. But, the blonde’s performance was less compelling than Ginny’s. When the taped the black woman’s hand she could barely raise her body up straight and she was still blowing hard when the next round started.

This wasn’t a stationary fight, but an old fashioned bare knuckle match, with taped and loaded hands. The women were brought to the center and placed with in striking range. The referees stepped back and started the round.

Ginny’s right hooked straight for the hot bag of tortured tit flesh on Abigail’s chest. Abigail moved to the side and took the punch on her left arm. Her own right fist hooked savagely to the side of Ginny’s face. The punch staggered the black woman. She regained her feet, but took a low blow to her sweaty lower belly from Abigail’s left fist. Abigail clubbed her right down immediately on the black woman’s shoulder blades trying to hammer her rival to the ground.

Ginny staggered and grabbed hold of the thinner white woman hugging her with a big left arm while driving her right fist into Abigail’s kidneys returning the beating of the last round. They pounded away at each other staggering in a circle until Abigail broke away. Ginny’s big fists missed two wild swings and the black woman chased after the blonde gasping with each step. Abigail dodged for about a minute until Ginny stopped and cursed between gasps.

“Fucking white cunt, stand and fight!” demanded the mayor’s wife spitting with each word.

Abigail snarled, “Eat this nigger!”

Her right fist flew between Ginny’s barely raised fists and smashed her mouth. Both lips ruptured. Ginny’s head snapped back and an arc of blood flew. She took three steps backwards as Abigail hit her face twice more and then finished with a savage uppercut to the black woman’s cunt. Amazingly, Ginny didn’t fall. She grunted and lunged for Abigail, capturing the white woman in a bear hug. Abigail groaned as her ruptured and swollen tits were crushed between them. Her left arm was trapped at her side, but her right was free. She hammered the back of Ginny’s head and neck with her right fist.

The black woman took it for thirty seconds and then with a show of strength slung Abigail backwards. The shocked blonde staggered into the padded ledge and almost sat down. She turned into a savage roundhouse right that smashed into her right eye. The blonde’s head snapped around and she followed falling hard on her side. The referees started their count.

She shook her head and scrambled to her feet, her right eye swollen and cheek bleeding. The punch had split her cheek! Nadine grabbed her and held her in the full nelson. Marissa counted to fifteen. Apparently the penalty only allowed for body shots. Ginny concentrated on both of Abigail’s tits, smashing and bouncing the pain bags twice each. Abigail looked ready to fall again. Ginny lunged and the white woman side-stepped. Ginny staggered after her missing with wild looping punches until the round ended.

The two old women looked like death warmed over to Samerra. Abigail had taken the worst of it, she might be the more skilled fighter, but the black woman was stronger and so far unmoved by the damage done to her. Still, between rounds Abigail recovered her wind and Ginny was coughing and gasping, spitting up and moaning.

The sixth round started with Abigail running again. Her hugely swollen boobs bounced and caused her to grimace as she moved fighter like keeping out of the range of Ginny’s big fists. A minute into the round Ginny finally stopped trying to put the white woman away. She stopped and stood flat footed her big belly pumping as she sucked in air. She looked ready to fall over. Abigail moved forward. Ginny lunged out and buried another fist into Abigail’s right tit. Abigail screamed and staggered back holding her boob. Ginny staggered after her.

The black woman swung her right fist for Abigail’s perfectly formed nose, going for a knockout. Abigail just dodged it. As Ginny was twisted by the momentum of her blow, Abigail dug her feet into the mat and fired a rolling left using all the power of her hips and body up into Abigail’s stretched out belly. The thunderous thud of Abigail’s fist hitting and then disappearing inside the black flesh was followed by an explosion of bile out of Ginny’s mouth. The black woman doubled over groaning, but still she did not fall!

Abigail cursed and drove a right fist down across the back of Ginny’s neck. Ginny grunted and staggered forward, but still refused to fall. Abigail staggered after the bent over black woman hooking fists into her sides and kidneys beating her from behind. Ginny staggered trying to get away and recover her strength. Frustrated, Abigail grabbed the woman’s big ass and then pushed her forward. Amazingly, Ginny still didn’t fall. She stumbled forward and braced herself on the ledge. She turned around and took a savage nose buster. Blood poured out of both nostrils. The strong woman refused to fall. Her left fist sank into Abigail’s belly. Her right fist hammered Abigail’s tortured left breast. Abigail moaned and drove her left fist into Ginny’s right eye. The black woman straightened and again threatened to fall, but managed to hammer Abigail’s left cheek. Abigail’s head snapped, but she was determined to put the black woman down. Her right crushed Ginny’s nose again and her left smashed into her chin.

The black woman twisted around and again tried to retreat. Abigail hooked around her big body and slammed a left into the outside of the black woman’s dangling left breast. Ginny grunted and staggered on. Frustrated Abigail drove hammer blows into the small of Ginny’s sweaty broad back pounding her kidneys like drums. Ginny’s back arched and she cried out still not falling. Abigail moved to the side and around trying to get a head shot at the bitch. Ginny ran into her and they both hit the mat. Apparently punching while down wasn’t allowed. Both tried and both had their hands grabbed. They were pulled apart and stood up again.

Abigail cursed in frustration and hammered punches into Ginny’s face taking breast squashing fists in return. A minute of pounding and Ginny was again exhausted. She grabbed onto Abigail and hugged her desperately taking rabbit punches to the neck until the round ended.

Both women collapsed in heaps on their ledge seats. Abigail sat up fiercely proud, face bloody and swollen, her tits misshapen and bloated and her arms hanging limply. She was sickly white now and drenched by her own sweat. Still she breathed in and out slowly and deeply recovering. Ginny, on the other hand, couldn’t straighten her body. She rested on her knees gasping and puking again.

The referees took no notice and quickly produced two six foot long, thin leather straps with loops on their ends. Nadine looped and tightened the black one to Ginny’s wrist, leaving the bloody stained tape on her fists. Marissa attached the white strap to Abigail. Samerra looked on admiring the determination of the nasty old bitch who had tried to break up her engagement. She still hoped the woman would be broken, but was still strangely proud to be associated with her even as an enemy.

The next round started. Despite her obvious exhaustion, Ginny came out with her strap doubled over in her right hand. She struck first whipping the blonde across her back as she turned into the belt. The wet slap of leather on skin was followed by a grunt. Abigail didn’t bother with a whipping; as she straightened up the blonde back-handed Ginny across her swollen left cheek. Ginny’s head turned to the side. As it straightened, Abigail’s right fist smashed hard into the black woman’s left eye. Ginny spun around and went down on a knee. There was no penalty or counting this time, and there were no breaks or mercy.

Abigail stomp kicked her rival between the shoulder blades and put the heavier woman on all fours. Now the belt came down three times, whipping welts into Ginny’s back. Ginny howled and twisted on one knee driving her big right foot straight up into Abigail’s crotch. It was a ten strike. The blonde stumbled backwards moaning and holding her sex.

Tired as she was, Ginny crawled to the ledge and pulled up. Turning, she lumbered toward Abigail who was still moaning. The blonde stood up straight and the two met swinging away to each other’s faces. More than a dozen wild blows hit home staggering each woman, but neither had knockout power now and both were getting slower. Abigail staggered back with gushing lips that coated her swollen tits in blood. Ginny stumbled forward gasping and bleeding from a cut on her eyebrow, her already abused nose and both lips.

Abigail looked frustrated and exhausted. She saw the black heavyweight lumbering forward swinging her belt. The blonde tried to block with her left hand, but still took the lash on her bloated tits. But the blonde did not intend to retreat this time. She planted her left foot and drove her right foot straight out. It speared Ginny in her lower belly driving in deep. The impact staggered Abigail who fell on her ass. Ginny gagged doubled over and fell to her hands and knees.

Abigail rolled to her knees and wrapped her strap around Ginny’s neck, stood, and then drove her knee repeatedly into Ginny’s head and shoulders. The black woman was incredibly tough and took shot after shot. She crumpled back on her ass grabbing for the knee. Abigail pulled up on the strap choking the downed woman, but Ginny sank her teeth into Abigail’s thigh. Abigail howled and hammered at Ginny’s head releasing the choke. Ginny took the hammering and rolled to the side taking Abigail’s leg with her. The blonde hit the mat hard on her side.

Ginny had Abigail’s left leg under her right arm and was on her knees between Abigail’s legs. Abigail’s right foot kicked up and took Ginny under the left breast. The foot slammed upward and drove the floppy tit up to Ginny’s shoulder. The black woman groaned, but leaned forward, crushing her own tit upward. Abigail’s foot pushed its way through the tit flesh and slide over Ginny’s left shoulder. Ginny’s tit flopped down smacking against her heaving belly. The black woman leaned down with Abigail’s left leg under an arm and her right leg over the black woman’s shoulder. Samerra and every woman there knew what was coming and so did Abigail.

Ginny’s left fist slammed into Abigail’s wide open cunt. The blonde woman cried out. Ginny wasn’t finished. She shoved her fingers inside! Abigail screamed and writhed on her back trying to escape being cunted. Abigail’s swollen mouth twisted in a smile and she gouged the inside of the hated white bitch. Abigail howled and swung her right hand bringing her strap into play. The white leather hit Ginny perfectly across the face and apparently hit her left eye because the momentarily triumphant black woman screamed and fell backwards covering her left eye.

Abigail scooted on her ass away from the screaming black woman and stood up. Ginny tried to get to her knees, but the white bitch rushed forward and drove another knee into the middle of Ginny’s swollen face. This time the nose had to have broken. Ginny’s head snapped back and she fell backwards on her ass, her legs bent beneath her. Blood spurted from her nose and probably filled her throat.

Abigail staggered and almost fell, but she regained her footing and kick stomped the black woman’s bulging belly repeatedly. Each time her white foot sank in Ginny spewed blood from her mouth. She tried to roll to the side to free her feet. It cost her as Abigail took revenge for her pussy by driving a soccer kick into Ginny’s hairy twat. Ginny moaned and made it to her side. She lay there too long. Abigail’s foot sank toes first into the heaving belly three times causing Ginny to spew blood and vomit. The black woman moaned and tried to cover herself. Abigail stepped to the side and viciously kicked her rival in the bloody face. The first kick stunned the people’s champ. The second kick made her jerk and go limp. Her daughters tried to go to her aid, but the two refs pushed them back and produced tasers to enforce the law.

Abigail sucked in some breaths and began whipping her opponent with the belt. She was flaying the black woman’s back as she tried to crawl away. Then she dropped on Ginny’s back and wrapped the strap around the woman’s neck from behind. Abigail drove her knee into Ginny’s shoulder blades and nailed her to the mat; then the bloody blonde straightened her back and pulled back on both ends of her strap. The white leather belt disappeared into the slick folds of Ginny’s neck. Her hands clawed at her own neck. Her feet kicked uselessly on the bloody mat.

Abigail shouted, “Give it up you fucking nigger bitch!”

Ginny clawed at the strap and tried to unseat the blonde, but she couldn’t. Her eyes grew wild. She reached for help, but none was coming. Finally she started shaking her hand wildly and pounding the mat.

Marissa yelled, “Is that surrender?”

Ginny’s daughters yelled that it was. Ginny did her best to shake her head yes and slapped the mat some more.

Marissa turned to Nadine and asked calmly, “Is that surrender?”

Nadine bent over and looked at Ginny’s scared eyes and waited for some sign that she wasn’t quitting.

“Are you quitting? Does Abigail win? Does Abigail win everything?”

Ginny’s eyes were swollen but tears rolled down her cheeks and she shook her head as best she could and slapped the mat repeatedly. Nadine shrugged her shoulders and nodded to Marissa. Marissa checked her stop watch and knelt over and looked at Ginny’s eyes which were rolling back in her head.

Marissa said, “Break. Abigail wins.”

Samerra was surprised at how quickly Abigail let go of the choke. She was sure that her own passions at that moment would have led to the other woman’s death.

Abigail stood and walked proudly to the padded ledge where she received her first drink in fifty minutes. She let her daughter towel her off after pouring cold water over her twice. Her face and body were a mess. Both her nipples wept red tinged lymph and she was a massive bruise head to toe. There was no blood between her legs which was lucky.

The nurse/doctor beside Samerra whispered, “Looks like they’ll both be recovering from a car wreck on the way to a meeting. That’s the standard excuse we use when the damages can’t be hidden by make-up and long-sleeved blouses.”

Abigail rested for twenty minutes while Ginny’s girls tried to help her off the mat, but all she did was lay there and gasp. Abigail stood and walked over to her. The daughters started to object, but the referees warned them off. Abigail’s daughters started to taunt them, but Abigail’s fierce glance shut them up.

The battered blonde stood over her defeated enemy, squatted down and knelt on either side of Ginny’s face. The black woman moaned as weight fell on her bruised tits. Abigail grabbed Ginny’s swollen face and positioned it straight up.

“Open your mouth, bitch!” demanded the rampant blonde.

“Someday I’ll fucking kill you, whore!” snarled Ginny.

“You can try cunt, but this is the third time you’ve tasted my piss. Any time you want to go for four you call me. Now open your fucking mouth!”

Ginny did. Abigail smiled down at the beaten woman and relieved herself right then and there. Ginny choked and gasped. Abigail quickly put her hand over the swollen bleeding lips and held it there until she was satisfied that the black woman had swallowed.

Abigail stood and said to the nurse/doctor, “You better get this old cow in an ambulance. I think her heart may give out on her this time. Samerra and I will ride to the hospital on our own. I want to show her the newly approved Big Easy Hotel and Casino. Oh, and arrange a car wreck with some known drunk, make sure the drunk dies in the accident, that’s a good lesson for the children. Don’t drink and drive! Come along Samerra.”

Samerra dressed in loose pale blue hospital pants and blouse and was given slippers to wear. They got into the back of a limo and drove across town to a construction site. The limo pulled into the empty site and parked by a large metal construction dumpster. It was one of a dozen. The others were full of debris.

Abigail opened a glove compartment and produced a set of white leather fingerless gloves with padded knuckles and handed them to Samerra. She started to pull on a matching pink set. Samerra looked at her questioningly.

The swollen faced battered body blonde announced, “You fought my son’s ex for right to claim him. But you haven’t proven to me you’re up to mixing your blood into mine. You and I are going to get inside that dumpster, strip down and decide whether or not you’re getting an engagement party when we recover from our car wreck or a ticket back to whatever dingy little country you hail from.

Samerra protested, “You’re in no condition to fight.”

Abigail laughed, “Bitch I fought five women in one day when I was forty and beat all five. I saw you fight. You’re a natural bitch fighter, but I doubt you have got any power with your fists. We’re here and we’ve both got appointments with the doctors. Let’s settle it now and save the time later. Nobody marries my son who can’t earn my respect.”

Samerra looked at Abigail’s swollen face and saw the pain in her movements. Even under the loose tunic she was wearing you could see her tits were swollen. The actress could imagine the heat coming off the rock hard tits and how they would feel when her fists smashed them and her nails clawed the tightened bruised flesh. She fancied her chances now with the arrogant bitch. There wouldn’t be a better time to deal with her mother-in-law issue. Besides, if Abigail was truly as ruthless and connected as everything to date seemed to indicate, there was no choice.

The limo parked behind the giant metal dumpster. No one driving by would see it from the access road. Samerra climbed out the opposite door and met Abigail at the front of the car next to the one metal door cut into the open top metal container. The inside was about six feet wide at the bottom and eight feet wide at the top. It was twenty feet long with the far end slanted outward at the same angle as the two long sides. The near end was straight up and down so it could be carried on a truck bed. The inside was dirty with old stains and new. Dirt, gravel, broken glass, concrete debris, steal filings, etc. had all been there at one time or another along with trash and perhaps worse by the smell of things. But now it was empty and as clean as something used to haul trash might be.

Abigail stripped out of her loose blouse and pants, pulled off her slippers and stood there nude inside the metal arena. She handed her clothes to her female driver as if they were a sweater and she was about to play tennis. Samerra followed her lead, stripped and passed the clothes to the driver. The driver nodded and closed the metal door.

Abigail walked to the far end and said, “She’ll open the door when we’re finished.”

Samerra asked, “When will that be?”

Abigail smacked her right fist into her left palm and slowly stretched trying to revitalize her bruised body while saying, “When I’ve finished beating the shit out of you and you beg me to send you back to your dirty little hellhole without my son, his name or his money.”

“Then you’ll have to bury me!”

Abigail shrugged and replied, “It wouldn’t be the first cunt I’ve buried under a building.”

Samerra raised her fists and started forward. Abigail smiled and came toward her. There was little room for maneuver so circling was out of the question. Abigail’s big swollen tits looked like twin targets painted on a wall. Samerra looked from them to the woman’s bruised belly and badly swollen face. If she could survive the old bitch’s hard fists and get to those tits she might just pop them like balloons and end Abigail’s reign of terror.

Abigail lunged forward and threw a hard left straight for Samerra’s nose. Samerra dodged backwards and felt the hard padded leather knuckle areas just brush her chin. The Indian actress planted her feet and slammed her right fist around and crushed the outside of Abigail’s swollen left tit. The thumping sound followed by the proud mother-in-law’s agonized groan was music to Samerra’s ears.

But Abigail didn’t collapse. Her left fist clouted Samerra on the right cheek and sent her staggering to the side. A white knee took her in the hip, just missing her stomach and threw her into a turn her back to one side of the metal arena. Abigail’s left fist came at her head. Samerra ducked under it and lunged forward ramming into the tall blonde and driving her backwards.

Abigail hit the far wall with a thud. The metal rang with the impact. Samerra had the bitch by the hips and drew back her head and shoulders to ram her in the belly again, but Abigail’s right elbow came down between Samerra’s shoulders and stunned her. She slumped down moaning. Abigail grabbed her long hair in both hands and jerked her head up. The old bag was going to knee her in the face! As soon as Abigail’s foot left the floor, Samerra drove her right fist up into the blonde’s cunt and received a satisfying moan.

Abigail slumped back against the wall. Samerra drove her fist into the bitch’s sex again and decided to use her long nails next. Abigail groaned, but she was a tough old broad and as soon as the fist drew back and opened for a claw, the blonde jerked Samerra’s head back with her left fist and drove her right fist straight into Samerra’s perfect nose. Thud! Blood spurted from both nostrils.

Samerra’s eyes watered immediately and she slumped to her knees again, held up only by her hair. A second fist would have broken her nose, but she twisted her head at the last moment and took the leather knuckles on the right cheek. The blow knocked her backwards leaving some hair in Abigail’s fist. The big blonde pushed off the sloped side of the arena and raised her right foot to stomp on the actress’s un-tensed belly. This was a no mercy street fight and if you went down you got stomped.

As stunned as she was, Samerra was capable of instinctive defense. She kicked out with both her feet. One hit the inside of the raised leg and pushed it outward and the other scored a direct hit on the mother-in-laws landing strip bush. Abigail was off balance when the dirty brown heel crushed her cunt lips. The blow drove her back against the metal wall.

The blonde snarled, “Fucking cunt busting whore.”

Samerra was blinking the tears from her eyes, but that sounded like good advice so she kicked again, driving her heel straight into Abigail’s big cunt lips. The wet thud and agonized scream told her she had scored. Abigail slid down the wall to sit hard on the floor. She drew up her legs preventing a second strike. Samerra scooted backwards skinning her ass a bit on the gritty metal floor.

Samerra stood. Abigail was trying to push up. The Indian moved quickly. She stomp kicked with her right foot aiming for the swollen left tit, but willing to gut the bitch. Her foot crushed the left orb. It was swollen hard. Abigail cried out and fell back down. Her right hand covered her tit and Samerra swore it was leaking. She decided to stomp on the other one, but Abigail wasn’t helpless.

The battered blonde kicked out and took Samerra’s left foot out from under her. The Indian fell hard face first landing with her tits and head on Abigail’s stretched out right thigh. Abigail grabbed Samerra’s hair, twisted her head to the side and then rammed her face into the metal floor. Clang! Her beautiful face tasted the gritty metal floor and she knew she would never look the same. The blonde pulled up the head and started to ram it down again, but Samerra got her left forearm under her face. Abigail jerked back on the head and tried to roll the actress onto her back and lock scissors around her head.

The blonde would have succeeded but Samerra’s right hand reached over her head as she turned and jammed four stiff fingers into Abigail’s 52 year old cunt. Jason and four sisters had been through it, now Samerra’s fingers were going back in. Abigail screamed as the Indian’s long nails ripped into her tender cunt flesh. Unfortunately the black-haired beauty was between her legs too close for the blonde to kick away. Despite the agony in her cunt, Abigail sat up straight and again used the floor of the arena as a facial mask for her son’s beloved. Three bangs and the actress’s face was a mask of bloody bruised flesh. The Indian was forced to pull out her bloody fingers to block a fourth face planting on the hard metal.

Abigail twisted Samerra by the hair and used her knees to roll the Indian over her right leg. Once there the blonde twisted on her ass, ignoring the skinning she was taking, and drove a knee into the Indian’s tits. A second and third knee drove the actress over the right leg onto the floor of the arena on her back. Now it was the young girl’s time to grab her tits and moan.

Abigail struggled to climb on top and finish it. She mounted the young girl’s belly and prepared to beat her her bloody face until the actress passed out or died. Samerra’s hands went for the hot, swollen pain bags on the old blonde’s chest. Abigail tried to punch through the pain, but with the Indian’s long athletic arms hooked outward at the elbows and her own tits pushed up to her chin, the matron was reduced to suffering and punching at the arms.

Samerra pushed back on the bitch’s big heavy tits gouging and clawing the hot, tight skin. Abigail cursed as her tits were clawed bloody. She stopped punching at Samerra’s arms and grabbed for her wrists. The Indian let the blonde pull on her own tits and concentrated on keeping her nails deep in the swollen bags. The tits were slick with sweat and blood, but her nails were in deep with meat rolling up under the nails. Abigail cursed in frustration and thrust her hands down between Samerra’s brown arms. Samerra stiffened as her already clawed tits were first hammered by fists, then grabbed and twisted.

Samerra writhed in pain as her 36c’s were gouged, squeezed, pulled and twisted. Abigail was an expert tit torturer and she had Samerra on her back screaming. Samerra didn’t let go of the swollen orbs above her own. She searched across the surface of the slippery hot bags and finally found the long pink nipples, made raw by Ginny’s abuse. Samerra’s manicured thumb nail, which was already stained with Tina’s and Abigail’s tit blood, was treated to pink nipple for carving. Abigail screamed as her raw nipples were sliced.

With all the back pressure inside her busted tits, the last thing she needed were razors being dragged back and forth across her long nipples and tiny aureole. She looked down and saw blood literally spurting from her cut nipples, then pink tinged lymph shot out of her aureole and nipples like she was being milked. The pain went of the chart with a particular forceful squeeze followed by a squirt that felt like a cork had been popped.

As Samerra suffered her beautiful tits being mutilated she decided trading her tits for Abigail’s was not a good deal. She felt a twinge of sexual pleasure when Abigail squirted blood on her belly like some ugly cow, but the pain was growing and she wanted the bitch of her belly. She pushed back as far as she could.

Abigail was forced backwards, but continued to maul. Samerra drove her right into Abigail’s back. The blow obviously hurt the old woman. A second knee hurt her worse. The third knee caused her to loose her grip on Samerra’s swelling tits. The fourth knee caused the blonde to twist in agony and slide off to the left.

Both women were happy to have their mauled tits freed. Abigail scooted to the side and climbed up on her feet using the far end for support. Samerra quickly stood on her own trying to show she wasn’t fatigued. It was a lie. She almost fainted from standing to quickly. Still, Abigail looked to be in deep trouble and she was in danger of being trapped in the corner of the metal dumpster. Samerra forced herself to attack.

She rushed the old woman. Abigail threw a defensive knee, but Samerra took it on the hip and her forward momentum allowed her to ram the old bitch back into the corner just where the actress wanted her. Samerra leaned into her mother-in-law and started a two-handed body beating working over Abigail’s sides, ribs and belly. Abigail had crossed her arms to protect her tits and now they were trapped by Samerra’s body. Abigail groaned and grunted as the sweaty actress tried to gut her.

Abigail took the beating for a couple of minutes until the exertion slowed the actress’s punches down. The old woman’s breathing had been hard, now it was almost impossible! Unable to wrestle the brown bitch off her, she did the only thing she could. She dropped her mouth to Samerra’s brown shoulder and bit in as hard and as deep as she could. Samerra went stiff and screamed wildly. The shock of a bite like that short-circuited the thinking mind. The animal instinct screamed for her to escape.

Samerra stopped punching and grabbed Abigail’s dirty matted blonde hair, jerking her head back. Abigail’s teeth showed she had drawn blood. Samerra stood up freeing Abigail’s arms and drew back her right fist to smash in the blood dripping mouth. Abigail’s right fist came up and crashed into Samerra’s chin snapping her head back.

Abigail’s lips exploded and her head clanged against the wall. Samerra staggered backwards blinking. The Indian was on stiff legs looking for a place to fall. She didn’t retreat far enough.

Abigail held onto the wall for support and drove her long right leg straight out. Her dirty white foot drove straight into the actress’s hard belly, just above her hairy mound. Samerra’s insides deformed around the foot and she imagined her ruined womb falling out of her sore cunt. Feeling sick and helpless, Samerra groaned and folded in half before sitting down hard on her ass.

Dizzy, Abigail stepped forward and kicked again. This time it was a snap kick from the side. Her instep cracked the stunned Indian on the side of the head. Samerra’s arms flopped and she fell to her side. Abigail was so tired and hurt that she stumbled and fell against the side of the dumpster. The blonde took several seconds to suck in air and try to clear her vision. Just standing was and effort.

The Indian actress recovered enough to crawl away. Abigail followed her slowly and grabbed her ankles. Samerra cried out and clawed the metal floor trying to escape. Abigail lifted her legs arching the actress’s back and lifting her belly off the floor. Samerra moaned as she was bent in the wrong direction. Suddenly her cunt exploded. Abigail’s dirty white foot had crashed into Samerra’s sex.

Samerra moaned and grunted as foot after foot struck her sex. She was helpless to stop the cunt busting as long as Abigail had the strength to lift her. The pounding went on and on. She felt herself loose control of her bladder and actually pissed on the foot as toes penetrated her not for the first time. Vaguely the actress was aware she was being lowered a bit. Her wounded sex was finally on the floor and the bend in her back was less. Samerra weakly tried to crawl forward, but her ankles were still held.

The actress moaned as she felt something enter her. It wasn’t a finger or a fist. Then she realized that Abigail had forced her big toe into her hairy brown cunt. At first it wasn’t painful just confusing. Then Abigail stepped down using her toe to crush the inside of Samerra’s pubic bone down against the metal floor. That forced her mound and clit down on the hard gritting metal. Abigail moved her to around, not like a cock. Instead she used her toe to grind Samerra’s sex against the metal floor.

Samerra screamed and cried out in utter agony, but Abigail didn’t relent. Sometime during the torture Samerra heard her hated tormentor ask if she quit. The actress might have quit, but her mind wasn’t really functioning. Instead she suffered the torture. The pain abated and Samerra raised her blood face off the metal floor only to see a bloody white foot flying toward her eye. The impact was so hard she thought her head would roll away. All vision in that eye disappeared. For a moment she thought she had to stand up, but then the vision in her other eye blackened and her last thoughts were to turn her head before her face hit the metal floor again.

Sometime later she imagined her corpse being dumped and she mourned the loss of the love of her life and the terrible humiliation of being buried in foreign soil in an unmarked grave. No one would ever know what had happened to her.

It was a shock to wake up in the hospital with Jason holding her hand. She opened her one eye, something was covering the other. She tried to talk, but something was in her throat.

Jason explained, “You can’t talk yet. You were in a terrible car wreck. Mother is in the next room. She is up and about, but still recovering from some plastic surgery as well as repairs to some internal damage. I’d fire that damn driver for taking a vacation day, but Mother said she was the one that told her to take the day off so she could show you the sights. Mother is a good driver but you won’t believe the number of serious car accidents she’s been in over the years. At least the goddamned drunk driver died!”

Samerra tried to lift her head, but he put his palm on her bandaged forehead and said, “Don’t worry about anything. The doctors have repaired your broken nose and cracked orbital socket. They saved your beautiful eye. There was some internal damage and your pelvis was only cracked. Must have been an incredible crash! But the doctors say you’ll be able to have babies. They tell me you’ll make a full recovery in time for the wedding with only a few scars that won’t show up on camera.”

Confused by being alive, Samerra was further shocked to hear Abigail’s voice coming from the door she could only see the top corner of, “Well she’s awake. Did you tell her not to worry? I’m organizing the Engagement Party and the wedding. I knew she would recover from the wreck. She’s a fighter! I think she’ll make a good addition to our family tree. Oh, and did you tell her that we have an Indian governor now. Imagine that, the son of an Indian immigrant is governor of our fine state. Dear, dear Samerra will be the queen of the social network. Times do change!”

Samerra wondered for a moment how long she had been asleep, but then the pain killers kicked back in and she smiled and closed her eyes. Either she was dead and it didn’t matter or somehow things had worked out. Was this a happy ending or merely an opening act?

The End