Chapter Four: The Second Course by Mr. Cage – comments at mrcagefight@yahoo.com

See also:
Chapter One: The New Nooner
Chapter Two: The After Nooner.
Chapter Three: Golden Agony for Brunch – first part

Winded and drenched Teresa Longley pushed up and leaned hard against the three foot high air-filled plastic wall. She no longer had the energy to marvel at the cleverness of the promoter who had constructed a plastic inflatable six foot diameter arena for this elegant gathering. Bruises were already showing on her 5’7’’ tall 127 pound athletic body. Her 34Ds, implants, ached and showed nasty scratch marks among the red and blue blotches that had almost replaced the tanned skin. She had been humiliated and the stink of it was still in her mouth, in her eye and matted in her hair. Worse, the audience was trading her fuck chit numbers like they were hot commodities. Apparently those who had originally bought tickets to fuck the bunny bitch, theoretically backing Teresa, had given up all hope of ramming it to Miss December. Teresa was determined to make their investments worthless.

The short-haired blonde lawyer shifted her bare feet to make sure she wouldn’t slip on the outset. They like her hair, face, and the remains of her pale pink tennis dress were wet with sweat, tinged with a little blood and soaked by the crude bitch’s piss. The confident bunny whore, Evangeline, was smiling arrogantly and joking with a couple of her obvious supporters. She wasn’t saying much, the damned bite gag made that practically impossible. That innovation had obviously been designed to give the bunny bitch a chance to use her so-called “golden face sit.” Once the gags came out Teresa planned to chew anything that got put near her mouth. Teresa’s fury and hatred turned into a blind rage. The bitch must pay.

The object of her hatred, Evangeline, was a minor celebrity and had issued this special challenge. She obviously shared Teresa’s love for hurting other women, the more beautiful the better. Teresa had assumed the bunny would put up a tough fight, but in no way had she imagined being beaten. Looking at the 5’9’’ tall, 131 pounds of muscle and tit Teresa reevaluated her strategy. She had marked up the beauty’s body bruising her lower belly. She had worked on those magnificent freakishly firm natural 36DDs with their huge pink nipples and engorged cupola aureole. She had really hurt those nipples, but the bitch had fought out of it. Maybe the belly and her smooth tight lipped cunt with its large protruding clit would make better targets. Like Teresa’s pale pink tennis dress, the bunny’s pale blue dress was reduced to the wet skirt and remains of the torn bodice. Unlike Teresa’s short hair the bunny’s golden hair was long, terribly thick and loose. Now it was wet and tangled. It was a handle begging to be used.

The minute break was no where near long enough to recover from ten minutes of tit slapping and almost twenty-two minutes of intense mauling. Having choked on piss did nothing to improve Teresa’s oxygen reserves. At least Evangeline’s tight bruised belly was heaving and her fat tits were rising and falling. She was blowing too.

“Second fall start!” the governor shouted.

Evangeline moved out quickly, hands out, bent over, her big fat bags swaying and shedding droplets of sweat. Her mane of blonde hair no longer flowed; it hung in three tangled ropes and uncounted wet clumps covering her shoulders and back. Teresa moved along the wall hands up waiting for a rush. She’d beaten tough opponents before and the urge was always to press the action and finish the job when you had one of them hurt.

Teresa didn’t have long to wait. The tall beauty rushed in grabbing for Teresa’s biceps planning to drive a knee into Teresa’s belly or cunt. Instead, Teresa leaned back into the soft wall like it was a ring rope and delivered her version of a front kick. The ball of the foot hit the bitch’s belly first, but the real damage was done by her heel directly on the protruding clit. The blow shook Teresa and caused the flexible arena wall to bow outward. She almost fell over the three foot high retaining wall, but hands pushed her shoulders straight. The blow had been so strong it stopped the bunny’s charge and put her on her ass almost against the other side of the small arena. Her eyes were white for the moment and her hands were holding her crushed clit. It had been a ten strike for sure!

Teresa bounced back and quickly delivered the first of many kicks at the scrambling bunny’s arms, ribs, belly, tits and ass. She drove the bitch face first into the wall where the piss was pooled. A kick in the cunt from behind scored again. The bitch rolled onto her side and Teresa raised her right foot to stomp kick her ribs. The rules forbade bone breaking with wrestling holds or obvious things like stomping on a stressed knee, but kicks and stomps to the ribs were “unintentional” bone breaking moves. Teresa wanted to feel the bones give, but instead she got the bunny’s foot in her own cunt. Off balance she found her feet in the air and her shoulders on the plastic.

Teresa found her feet up quickly. The bunny was pulling up out of the piss puddle. Teresa stood. Her cunt was hurting but the foot hadn’t scored a perfect shot. The arrogant smile on Evangeline’s face was replaced with grim determination. This bitch was not a quitter!

This time the bunny bitch moved toward Teresa slowly prepared to block a kick. At the right distance the women growled and locked up. With claws ripping and slipping on each other’s shoulders they ended up in a pushing contest with hands on each other’s tits. The crowd was roaring its approval. After all, the rules were set to encourage just this type of tit punishment!

Grunting and groaning, Evangeline managed to snarl through her tooth gag, “Plastic balloons!” Teresa wanted to snarl back “Fat bags!” but at that moment she was doing her best not to scream. Evangeline was trying to bust the silicone bags inside Teresa’s tits. Her tactic was to gouge her fingers in deep, push her palms hard against the trapped flesh and then twist back and forth. One of the last twists had caused something to move inside Teresa’s tit and a horrible burning sensation had started somewhere near her chest wall. The agony allowed Evangeline to push Teresa against the side of the arena. Escaping with a knee was impossible because they were now belly to belly mound to mound and their legs were intertwined.

Teresa concentrated on the cupola aureole. She had her thumbs in under the thick rubbery pink caps and her fingers crushing in an oval of sharp nails around the cap itself. They were face to face now, sweating and moaning against each other so seeing her eyes was impossible. Then Teresa realized her eyes were clenched tight in pain anyway. She opened them up. She was looking over the bunny’s left shoulder at the screaming crowd. She wasn’t winning this tit battle and they knew it.

Teresa suddenly released the bitch’s swollen left nipple, snaked her right hand around the bunny’s tan side and started hammering her in the kidneys. Evangeline grunted and actually shifted a little to the side to keep Teresa’s hard knuckles from hitting the same spot. Teresa bumped pelvises and got some space. Evangeline quickly pushed back and they were again plastered belly to belly and Teresa’s tits were burning like someone had set a fire inside them. She punched once more and then grabbed the matted rope of hair hanging on the left shoulder. Jerking down and back as hard as she could she pulled Evangeline’s face away.

The hair pull was hurting because the bitch snarled, “Pussy cunt!” Teresa had found in her fights whenever you got a girl good by the hair she tried to make you stop by calling you names for hair pulling. She was encouraged and found the strength to jerk even harder bending Evangeline’s head back exposing her chin. If only head butts were allowed! Evangeline let go of Teresa’s throbbing right breast and started punching her in the ribs. Encouraged, Teresa jerked even harder and then rammed forward off the wall. At the same time she hooked her right ankle behind the taller girl’s left.

When the bunny stumbled she gave ground. By the time her feet were planted there was space between their bodies. The absence of hot flesh against Teresa’s body was like a cool wind. She let go of the swollen gouged right nipple and hooked her left hand down, turned her hand palm up and hooked three fingers up into the bunny’s well used slit just as their bodies slapped back together.

Evangeline gasped and tried to push away, but Teresa had wrapped the rope of hair around her right fist and was hugging the bunny tight with her right arm. Evangeline moaned and then frantically clawed at Teresa’s back trying to get the protected arm out of her money making cunt. Teresa jabbed deep trying to rip open the cunt walls. This was not a sporting fight. Evangeline’s body trembled and she jumped upward trying to get off the claws. The taller girl gathered her strength. Another jump was coming supported by claws deep in Teresa’s shoulders. As soon as the leap started Teresa released her right arm bear hug and jerked out on the tangled hair. She lifted with her left hand in Evangeline’s cunt and leaned away from the wall.

The crowd roared as the tall bunny was rotated off her feet and slammed down hard on her back with Teresa landing across her belly. Teresa slide across with her back to the bunny’s screaming face. She hooked her right leg around Evangeline’s kicking left leg and spread it outward. Her left arm extended stiffly holding the left leg out in the other direction. Evangeline had recovered from the slam and reached around Teresa’s back and grabbed badly marked up right boob wrenching it almost under the arm. Teresa gasped but kept her focus. With the legs spread and her side grinding into the beauty’s long wet belly, Teresa was ready for some serious revenge.

The crowd roared at the wide open pink cunt, knowing what was coming. Evangeline ripped and tore at Teresa’s tit desperately, but she couldn’t stop what was coming. The bunny had practically no cunt lips, but her clit sleeve was thick and huge protruding like a little dick from the almost non-existence folds of the upper slit. Teresa jammed her right thumb nail down on the root of the clit sleeve and dug at the clit with her other four nails.

Despite the gag, the bunny screamed wildly. She kicked, she bucked she tried to tear off Teresa’s right tit, but she couldn’t move the lawyer. A stream of distorted curses and threats came out of the bite gagged mouth as Teresa rooted away at the clit. How long would the bitch take this torture? Teresa hoped she would pass out rather than surrender. But even a stubborn arrogant bitch could only take so much. Teresa hadn’t even ripped away any of the sleeve although she got it nicked and bloody in several places when the bunny released Teresa’s throbbing tit and tapped the mat quickly three times and then again.

As tired as she was, winning was a shot in the arm. Teresa stood up slick with sweat and throbbing in pain. Her tits were swollen and burning, covered in bloody streaks. All her other bruises were worse. Her muscles burned. This battle would take weeks to recover from. Surely it was time to take out the tooth guards.

The governor announced, “One fall to Teresa by what I have to admit was the best clit claw I’ve ever seen!”

The fickle crowd roared and applauded. Teresa felt her nearly helpless body pump up. She was a slut for attention!

The governor continued, “The next round begins in twenty seconds. Ten minutes and thirty-four seconds remain in the second round.”

Teresa shook her head. This fucking fight was lasting forever. She suddenly thought someone must be playing with the clock, but then she saw Evangeline leaning against the wall spitting on her clit and trying to wipe off the blood to see the extent of the damage. Her own clit went hard and she experienced a small orgasm, not exhausting but enough to flood her brain with relief. Now she wanted the fight to go on forever!

The governor shouted, “Third fall start!”

Evangeline looked up from her clit, screamed and charged into Teresa so quickly her defensive kick merely grazed the charging beauty’s bruised left thigh. Teresa grunted as she was rammed tit to tit back into the flexible wall. Evangeline’s fists pumped low trying to gut her. Teresa ripped her bloody claws down the bitch’s shoulders and grabbed her biceps holding her arms. The enraged beauty kneed Teresa’s thighs trying to cunt her, but they were too close to get high enough. Evangeline buried her face against Teresa’s neck growling. The stupid bitch had forgotten the tooth guard was still in place!

They wrestled against each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Holding the bitch’s muscular arms by the biceps stopped the punching, but not the tit clawing. Both of Teresa’s swollen tight as drum tits were clawed and snatched. The bitch couldn’t get a full grip but she could add to the deep scratches. Teresa almost wilted under the storm, but suddenly Evangeline seemed to run out of gas. The tall, big breasted beauty was gasping and holding on!

Teresa shifted her bicep hold into a full bear hug and actually bent the bitch backwards! Moaning the bunny clawed gashes in Teresa’s slim hips trying to get to the cunt or ass. Teresa marshaled her strength and lifted the bitch off her feet and slammed her down again!

The audience roared. Teresa scrambled to spread the legs, but took a hard knee to the mouth. Someone called for a violation, but the fight went on. Teresa was rolling back and forth trying to keep Evangeline from getting a mount on her and finishing the job of unseating her implants. She heard the governor rule, “Knee to the face ruled unintentional and doesn’t seem to have incapacitated the victim. Evangeline pays with half a point!”

They were kneeing and punching at each other rolling in their own sweat and Evangeline’s piss. The crowd was roaring and jumping up and down, so much for upper class reserve. The blood lust was on everyone now. Teresa took a claw to her cunt and just escaped penetration. She retaliated with a double knee to the bloody clit and a savage claw to the nipple. That forced the bunny on her back and Teresa finally got the straddle mount. Before she could take advantage the second round came to an end.

They were pulled apart. Strong hands lifted her over the edge and they deflated the biting gag. She tasted sweat and male cum in her mouth as fingers pulled the nasty thing from her teeth. Someone had been jacking off! At the same time she felt hands on her tits, ass and one finger run along her slit. She didn’t have the energy to protest the bastards copping a feel. Her legal mind considered bringing sexual harassment charges and then disintegrated in internal laughter when she remembered what she was doing. She was ready to fall over. Another hour of this hell with biting! I’m finished she moaned mentally.

The governor declared, “Ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fine battle. The original terms state the battle will resume as soon as the gags are removed. However, there has been an argument in the crowd between two of our lady members. If the present combatants don’t object, we propose to give them a break and allow this private grudge to be settled publicly.”

Teresa staggered when the male hands released her. She didn’t quite understand, but the focus of attention was elsewhere. Someone held her by the arms and the serene face of the governor filled her vision, “Do you agree to a break. You are ahead by a half point. You have first choice. Continue immediately or take a break; you can have water and food during the break.”

Not fully understanding what was going on she did understand the concept of water and the mystery of something called a break so she gasped, “Break!”

Seconds later she saw Evangeline nodding and the crowd roared. They were going to get a bonus, a fight between two of their own normally voyeuristic women. A nice looking young man, a popular writer was assigned the task of helping her to the water and keeping her away from Evangeline. She saw another young man doing the same for the staggering bunny bitch.

She drank water slowly knowing her stomach was turning. Then she ate some comfort food feeling the energy pouring into her. About that time she realized she was hearing women’s screams and shouting by the audience. She remembered where she was and what she was doing. Her legs and arms were beginning to tighten up so she kept moving. She started toward the arena to see what was going on. Her escort cleared the way. Surprisingly, the well dressed crowd made room for the nude battered warrior.

She had no idea how long the fight had been going on or what it was about. Apparently this was a no rules fight and they had started in bras, panties and hose because the older woman’s big ass still black designer gauss panties covering the white cheeks and one stocking. Her back was clawed and her bra was long gone. The older woman looked to be about 5’5’’ and weighed a matronly 150ish with particularly large pale white flopping boobs and a big ass. When her clawed face turned toward Teresa she guessed the woman was in her early fifties. At that moment the woman took a hard fist to her lipstick smeared lips. The owner of the fist turned out to a young twenty something oriental girl with the remains of ass-long shiny black hair, small scratched and bitten tits and a tight ass. The twenty-something was about 5’5’’ tall and weighed 120 pounds.

Teresa’s escort whispered, “That is Caroline McGill Sutter of the publishing McGill’s. The girl is her adopted daughter Mia Ling. Apparently the young Mia and Mister Sutter have taken up residence. Lady McGill apparently feels betrayed by the little girl she saved from the streets of whatever hell-hole it was and wants redress.”

At that moment the kindly adoptive mother fastened her teeth to the black pointed nipple of her love chosen little girl and bit deep. The oriental girl screamed and her red nails ripped open the white woman’s forehead just missing the eyes. The mother screamed and turned her head to receive a bite to her pierced ear. The older woman slammed her head sideways into her daughter’s rounded nose knocking the loving girl off backwards.

The two had been covered in the sweat and piss of Teresa’s battle and they were showing the toil of battle. The old one looked to be winning, but she was obviously huffing and puffing more than her daughter. She stood slower than the young girl and took a red stocking foot to her soft belly. The mother groaned and grabbed her daughter’s small foot before it disappeared and literally pulled her daughter off her feet.

On her back, her stocking foot up in the air, Mia Ling kicked off with her other leg pushing her mother’s fat flopping right tit up to her shoulder. Teresa noted the girl had been wearing a red bra and thong, but now only had on her red stockings and a red garter belt. The stocking foot slide up and the tit fell down with a slap on the white woman’s bigger belly. The mother’s left fist slammed down on the hairless cunt in front of her. Mai Ling squealed and brought her still free foot down heel kicking Lady McGill in the side of the face as she leaned down to bite into the trapped leg’s calf.

Lady McGill grunted and fell across the other leg and ended up lying on one leg with her little girl kicking her in the kidneys with the other heel. Mia Ling sat up and grabbed her mother’s frosted hair and jerked her sideways in between the young thighs. She closed her legs and tried to hook her ankles putting the old white woman in a tit scissors, but the trapped fighter wasn’t finished. She apparently had a grudge against that nude cunt.

Lady McGill jammed her nearest hand into the brown lipped cunt and was four fingers knuckle deep in the pinkness before Mia Ling could scream. Screaming, “You like that you dirty whore?” The matronly heiress jammed her fist into her adopted daughter’s cunt engulfing most of her hand. Mia Ling’s scream was its own reward. A bloody smile spread across the older woman’s swollen lips.

Mia Ling screamed, “No more!”

Lady McGill was on her knees between her daughter’s writhing legs. She brought her other fist down on the girl’s smooth mound like a hammer. Apparently this wasn’t a submission match. Another wealthy older woman yelled, “Rupture that ungrateful whore.” Other voices yelled, “Cunt her! Kill her! Rip off those nips!” Still other’s yelled for Mia Ling, “Fight back! “She’s finished.” “Kill the ugly old cow!”

Mia Ling realized screaming for mercy that wasn’t there was doing nothing to stop the pain. She forced her self to sit up straight and drove her hard little fist repeated into her mother’s twisted mouth. The swollen lips ruptured and the woman’s eyes lost their focus after seven hard desperate punches. Mia Ling scooted backwards and the old woman’s hand popped out bloody. Mia Ling was crying and rubbing herself as she continued to slide backwards on her ass to the wall.

Teresa’s escort whispered, “This is a grudge fight. No rules. Winner decides when it’s over. That crazy old cow will kill that girl if she can. This is bad business, no plan for a killing today! Getting the body to the furnace is going to be a bitch!”

The Lady McGill was shaking her head spraying blood from he ruptured lips onto the mat, but then she looked up from her hands and knees. She growled low and plunged after the oriental. Mia Ling saw her heavy mother coming and kicked out smashing the bitch in the face, but the old woman’s momentum carried her through. Mia Ling groaned as her mother’s 150 pounds slammed into her tits. Then she screamed as the white woman’s bloody lips clamped onto the tiny pointed black nipple on the left and went to work.

Mia Ling ripped out hair and clawed away trying to get to the bigger woman’s eyes. Her screams got louder and louder and Teresa found herself leaning over the far wall screaming for the old woman to take the nipple. She glanced up and saw Evangeline red faced, her tits swollen yelling for the same thing. Teresa calmed down and reminded herself she was still in a battle.

Mia Ling screamed even louder and then yelled, “My nipple!”

The old woman sat back on her heels. Her lower face was covered in blood as was the girl’s tortured tit. The old woman’s swollen mouth puckered and she spit the bloody nipple complete with the tiny aureole and surrounding flesh into her adopted daughter’s face. Mia Ling screamed and squirmed down on her shoulders braced against the wall. Her tiny feet slammed into the bigger woman’s fat white tits and sent her adoptive mother flying backwards on the slick plastic. The old woman rolled over to face her girl almost immediately, foot prints on her swaying tits.

Mia Ling dribbling tit blood down to her thigh was up and moving incredibly quickly. Her small foot connected perfectly with the Lady McGill’s chin. The old woman’s head snapped back and she went backwards with her feet under her ass. The force of Mia Ling’s kick carried her foot too high and the oriental did a Charlie Brown and somersaulted on her head and shoulders. Neither woman moved for a few seconds as the crowd screamed for more.

Mia Ling rolled over cupping her badly bleeding nipple showing blood coating her belly, cunt and thigh now. The Lady McGill moaned and started pushing up. Mia Ling landed legs straddled on the white woman’s fat belly and forced her back down on her head and shoulders. The bruised fat tits rolled up to her shoulders. Teresa felt the daughter would now take some tit revenge.

Instead the oriental started a two fisted destruction of her mother’s face. Smack! Thud! Crunch! Splat! The old woman’s face was hit from all angles. She finally got her arms up and crossed. Mia Ling then grabbed her sweaty white throat with both hands squeezing. The Lady McGill’s eyes bulged out and she clawed at her daughter’s wrists, but the oriental bore down leaning over her mother. She was going to kill the older woman; that much was obvious!

Desperation is the mother fucker of invention. Lady McGill’s right hand found the hole in Mia Ling’s left breast. Two fingers clawed inside and the thumb clawed from the outside. Mia Ling continued to choke but her head flew back and she screamed in agony. Lady McGill ripped down and literally tore open a gash from the hole to the lower chest wall and out poured blood and dangling bits of ruined tit. Mia Ling cried out and fell forward unconscious.

Teresa thought the fight was over. She was wrong. The old woman rolled the young girl off her and struggled to her hands and knees. Her face was unrecognizable. Her nose obviously broken and one of her eye brows split open. She could barely move. She opened her mouth and one of her teeth was missing. Even that didn’t stop her. She dropped onto the girl’s right nipple and labored at it for at least a minute before taking it. The old woman spit it in her hand and looked through her swollen eyes at the crowd. One tall elegant fifty year old man was standing nearby in horrified silence. She threw the nipple to him.

Teresa’s escort helpfully mumbled, “The gentlemen in question. Hell has no fury!”

The ruined white woman stood. Her neck was bright red and clawed. She staggered to where the oriental was lying, blood covering her chest and pooling around her. Teresa suddenly remembered she would have to be fighting in that mess and stopped enjoying the triumph. The old woman put her big foot on the girl’s neck and then placed her weight on it. The girl’s body reacted by jerking. The girl woke up and grabbed the ankle clawing. The old woman lifted her other foot and there was a sound like a breaking twig. The girl’s feet kicked and then went still.

The escort said, “At least she didn’t shit herself in your ring.”

Teresa turned to him, “Yes, good for her.”

To be continued in Chapter 5, Meat for Dinner.