Combat

By Eko

Part V: Angela’s Handicap Fight

In the club you got cozy with two Latinas. They said they were fans. The three of you went to your home and had a wonderful threesome. One was a supersexy brunette with light skin, long wavy hair and toned stomach. Her sister – at least that what they said – was less of your type. She was not as beautiful as the brunette. But true as a blonde Latina, she was wilder, licked wetter, moaned harder, and released hotter juice. She had tanned skin, large boobs, and was taller than the brunette.

In the morning it wasn’t only them who disappeared, but unfortunately your phone too. You thought it as a bad luck – either they were die hard groupies (not likely), petty thieves, or they wanted to steal your information. You called your network to block your number. Afterward, instead of reporting to the police, you reported to Angela. Her tone indicated that this thing happens all the time.

In late afternoon Angela summoned you to her office. She looked cross. Right, so the phone had fallen into the wrong hands. “You were punked,” she said. “And so was I.”

She inserted a DVD and played it. The two girls who were with you last night were on the screen, laughing and flaunting their boobs. They praised your performance in bed and the blonde was waving your phone before the camera. They browsed it and read aloud some messages between you and Angela, your father, your estranged cousin, and some other women.

Then they moved on to badmouth Angela. They threatened to talk to the police or the media about your illegal fighting ring, and they have the proofs from your phone. If that not to be happen, then Angela must fight them and defeat them. The other option was to hand over two million dollars plus Mitch and you for one steamy night with them in the tropics.

“I’ll beat the shit out of them,” Angela said. “And you, I know it’s up to you how to spend your free time, but now you’ve realized that by making a life in a bloody underworld business, you really need to be smarter and be more careful. Just because you can fuck them don’t mean they can’t castrate you.”

I asked who are them and Angela said that their names are Zaira and Wanda. Affluent South Americans. They were personally trained by Mitch in his gym and previously they didn’t know about his shady business. They wanted to have sex with him and he refused, so they spiked his drink and filmed themselves riding on Mitch. You shuddered at the image of the powerful and Spartan Mitch could be date-raped by two girls who were far cries from Amazons like Lara or Nadia.

Their plan to make Mitch and Angela break up failed. Angela confronted them at a party and had an inconclusive catfight with Zaira. Of course, they were expelled from the gym, Mitch asked them to get lost, and Angela never heard from them again.

The next day Angela said Zaira had called her and she opted to fight. Zaira asked Angela to come with Mitch and you to her gym. The match would be one-on-two, freestyle fight in a ring. Win by pin, submission, sexual dominance, or KO. You three spent the night discussing the strategy. Even after she had got the disc, Angela had increased her trainings and reviewing matches in the league – but she was still mainly a manager, not a fighter. Neither were the two sluts, she said. They were just nymphs wannabes, some so-called fitness buffs that were dime a dozen. She consulted you on how to hurt them badly.

You drove to the other side of the city and went to a closed gym at night. Zaira and Wanda were smiling seductively. None of you wanted to return the hospitality. There were only two men in the gym - two blond, blue-eyes, light-skinned, sculptured Latinos with long hairs. They were introduced as Diego and Max.

Angela changed from shirt and jeans to two-piece Adidas gym clothes. Her black mini shorts (with the trademark three white stripes) hugged her ass. She pony-tailed her long jet black hair and switched her glasses with contact lenses – you admired how fresh she looked. She also wore gloves.

In contrast, Zaira and Wanda dressed in bikinis. Ziara wore a skimpy green one, while Wanda wore a red-blue top and a black thong bottom. All the girls were barefoot. Mitch and Diego became their fighters’ medical assistant while you and Max watched each other’s camp.

Angela and the girls took fighting stances. They attacked her as a unit. Angela thwarted Ziara’s attempt to grapple her and blocked Wanda’s sidekick. She slipped between them, pushed them away and turned. It was worse – the girls quickly surrounded her again. She was cornered. You were not sure if that’s her strategy or something did go wrong.

She launched a snap kick that Ziara’s evaded. She grabbed Wanda’s arm, pulled her closer and punched her face twice. Wanda went down and Ziara launched a jab that Angela blocked. Unfortunately she followed up with a snap kick to the crotch that caught Angela by surprise. She screamed and held it. Ziara push-kicked her breasts, launching her back to the rope, and then she clotheslined Angela. She fell hard to the mat, moaning, feeling pains everywhere. They picked her up and slammed her back to the post. They spread her legs, tangled them on the bottom ropes. They stood there, letting Angela felt the horror.

She didn’t beg or go panic, just looking at them in full hatred. They nodded to each other and punt-kicked her pussy in turns. Angela screamed to the heavens. They took a rest and let Angela letting out all the screams and moans. They continued by bitchslapping her in turns. Finally, they removed her top and twisted her nipples. She wailed in great agony. You felt your blood boiling and wished to go in and destroy them. You know you could. Mitch touched your shoulder slightly and looked at you. He looked stoic and calm but you know he was also trying hard to maintain his composure. Diego and Max were laughing and making insulting comments to Angela.

They ended the torture with a double punch to Angela’s pussy, untied her and threw her back to the ring. While she was laying there in fetal position, Zaira and Wanda were talking if it’s better to KO Angela with a tombstone piledriver or making her submit with a crotch claw. They didn’t make a decision and walked to torture her further. Before Zaira could grab Angela’s hair from behind, she swung her heel upward to slam Zaira’s crotch from below. Zaira screamed and fell down on her knees, holding her womanhood, closing her eyes and moaned repeatedly.

Then Angela rose and pushed her elbow into Wanda’s gut. She grappled Wanda and slammed her belly with knees several times, and smashed her palm at Wanda’s mouth, drawing blood as her teeth were struck hard. She Irish-whipped Wanda and threw her to Zaira who was still nursing the pain between her legs. The two sisters fell down like bowling pins. Angela threw herself to the ropes, running back toward the dizzy girls, and kicked Zaira’s face as if it was a football. She was rolling across the mat, screaming wildly as if her face was on fire. After Zaira stopped rolling she was covering her face with both hands, rolling her body wildly in prostate position, kicking the mat in reaction to the pain on her beautiful face.

Diego and Max were surprise and angry with the upset. You and Mitch jumped on them and seized them. They were muscular alright, but you two were not their matches. You locked their limbs and undressed them.

Seeing his men victorious, Angela was on fire. Wanda rose up in anger. Before she could get grab her foe, Angela kicked her pussy and grabbing her. She pulled Wanda to the rope, resting her neck on the middle rope and rode her back while punching her head and back. Wanda was panicked and could not think of a countermeasure. Angela unmounted her, hugged her waist and gave her an atomic drop. She let Wanda jumped around the mat, holding her crotch, expressing her anguish in Spanish. Angela punched the back of her head, forcing her to kneel, holding her by hair and thong (which caused Wanda to squeak), and rammed her shoulder to the post, two times. Wanda wailed like a dying bitch she was. Max was screaming her name. You reminded him to take care of himself by twisting his dick, which caused him to scream in agony. Angela ended Wanda by slamming her head to the post, KOed her.

Angela screamed after Zaira scratched her back with her nails. She evaded Zaira’s attempt to claw her breasts. She sidestepped Zaira, grabbing her arm, kneeing her stomach, pulling Zaira’s hand to the ground and then stomped it. With Zaira in all-four, her chin presented a ripe target for Angela’s knee. KO.

“They’re done,” you commented. Mitch had applied sleeper hold to the both guys. “This one’s almost,” Angela replied, dragging the unconscious Zaira by legs. She put her at the top rope and proceeded to shake the rope. The rope was burning into Zaira’s crotch. She awoke in dread and in great panic – not to mention agony. She was crying, begging, and apologizing to Angela. Angela continued shaking the rope. After two minutes of hell she threw Zaira back to the mat. Angela peeled her hands and thighs away from her bleeding bikini and pulled it down. She stomped on both Zaira’s hands. She was readying her fist above Zaira’s waxed strip, as if she was a karateka ready to crush a stack of bricks. The punch came down hard. Zaira screamed long and high and lost her consciousness again.

Three big men came into the gym, which caught you by surprise. Mitch told you to relax as they were enforcers from the Federation, summoned by Angela. The dynamite Asian woman retrieved her top, left the ring, and walked calmly to her husband. Mitch embraced and kissed Angela. You had recovered your phone and let out a camera and a video recorder from your bag. Diego and Max had woken up in big headache and big horror, looking at their broken girls and realizing there were more invaders there, and not in their favor. The men woke Zaira and Wanda with buckets of cold water. They had also collected their – and their men’s – phones, while Mitch was giving first aid to his wife, who was compressing her crotch with ice and grimaced in pain.

After everyone regained their composure Angela told Zaira and Wanda to finger each other. They complied despite their tears and pleas. You took pictures and Mitch was recording, while Angela was insulting them off-camera. Diego and Max were sitting down under the men’s supervision, their heads down. The sisters came and collasped, out of exhaustion and humiliation. Mitch told the guys to come into the ring and Angela told them to switch their couples – Diego was to fuck Wanda while Max would do it with Zaira – doggy style. If they refuse, they can suck each other’s cocks. The dejected guys obeyed. All of them, especially the girls, were weeping during the intercourse. An enforcer also recorded the scene with his phone.

Angela told them that now they have learnt their lessons. Furthermore, she and the Federation had held their details – including the boys’ – so they are better to forget what had happened this week. Angela, Mitch, and you left taking Zaira and Wanda. No medical treatment was given for them – despite their bleeding faces, drying blood and liquids on their bikinis, and bruises on their hands and stomachs. The three of you took the enforcers’ SUV to the city’s limit, while the enforcers stayed in the gym with the guys. It was a silent trip, except for the girls’ sobs. You let the girls out, clad in their soiled and dirty bikinis, in a deserted road. After Mitch made the phonecall, the enforcers left, driving Angela’s car home, and disappeared.

Now you know if Angela wants to be a mean bitch, she is going to be the grandmother of them all.