WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don’t read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book.

Ms. Jacob’s Barn by Mr. Cage (comments at MrCageFight@yahoo.com)

Summer school was looming like a great nightmare in Betty Jane May’s waking dreams. What choices did she have? She didn’t want to repeat her junior year and her parents would go insane if they found out she had been suspended the last four weeks of school and had to go to summer school. Worse she had been suspended for fighting. Even worse, that leathery old dyke Ms. Jacob had proof that Betty Jane had been an organizer and regular fighter in the GBFC, Girl’s Bathroom Fight Club. And even worse, she knew Betty Jane was trying to get into more serious underground fighting where only white trash poor, shanty blacks and wetback immigrants fought for a little money rumored sexual stakes.

Her parents were relatively well-to-do conservative farmer types who owned several working farms and made a nice income from their tenants as well as a piece of the agricultural bank. Her dad was a deacon and her mother helped run the county food bank and the meals on wheels program. Her uncle was mayor and her aunt was a state senator of all things. They expected their oldest daughter to get good grades, stay out of trouble, honor the family name, go to college and become a good Mid-south Heart of the Earth-Mother type just like dear old mom. Well she got good grades and she wasn’t pregnant even though she had been fucking since she turned eleven thanks to her cousin Billie. And maybe that was the one thing she could tell them that would make her father madder or hurt her mother’s tender feelings more.

Ms. Jacob said that her grades were good enough and that her finals could be waved, but first she had to prove to Ms. Jacob that she had learned the errors of her ways. If she did that the suspension would be forgotten. The old dyke had an extra credit project or some such shit. Betty Jane didn’t mind what it was; hell she would go down on the big ugly old rug munching cunt if she had too. It wouldn’t be the first hairy pussy she had eaten. She had lost her first fight to a sophomore black bitch as a freshman and eaten pussy in front of everyone. That cunt had returned the favor four times since and wouldn’t fight her anymore.

She smiled to herself. She was 29-1-4 in the GBFC after three years of black eyes, fat lips, sore tits, kicked pussies, wrenched limbs, lost hair and broken nails. The girls strutted down the halls showing their marks as proof they were tough enough to take it to the bathroom. Of course, make-up was the main activity at the end of the day before most of the girls could go home. She was 10-0 in street fights against girls from the public school. In fact, the GBFC girls won about three quarters of their fights with the poor girls due to their experience and arrogance. A planned school on school battle had been canceled since the boys had found out and showed up with cameras and the cops on their tales.

Private Dayton County Girls Day School mirrored the public Dayton County Marcus Memorial High School’s zero violence policy, except the private school enforced the policy. And most of their parents were stricter than the stick-up-the-ass teachers. She was screwed. So were the twenty girls Ms. Jacob caught when their fool-proof warning system failed. Betty Jane had been on top of that red headed fat dyke, Karen Wilshire, beating her head against the side of a toilet both of them stripped down to their panties and bras with the girls mumbling excitedly around them. Names were taken and of course the weaker girls had been culled from the hood and intimidated into talking. Seventy-five girls were in trouble now.

Betty Jane couldn’t believe they had been caught. There had been no yelling. They had girls with cell phones on every hallway corner and the door to the principal’s office. They had two rules: first, stolen from the movie was that no one talked or squawked about what happen in the GBFC and the second was no one made the white trash mistake of taking a video of the fight and posting it on mother-fucking View-Tube. Somehow it had all broken down and they were caught bloody handed. A couple of scared bitches had obviously talked and now Ms. Jacob knew for a fact about Betty Jane’s role as the primary organizer inheriting the job from Diane Walker after her graduation the previous year.

She pulled the old pick-up truck onto the long dirt road headed toward the Jacob Horse Farms inherited by the unmarried, childless dyke. Betty Jane’s father didn’t believe in new cars for children so she got his F-150 when he upgraded. They might be well to do, but her parents insisted they were all just simple farm folks. The horse farm was large, but held only a few horses now since Ms. Jacob became an educator. The road was strangely well traveled and amazingly the fields around the large horse barn and the secondary utility barn were crushed down as though someone had parked cars there several times a month. Who would visit Ms. Jacob voluntarily?

Outside of her dyke girlfriend, Ms. Jones the English Dean, Betty Jane doubted her principal had two friends in the whole county. That’s not to say the woman was not very powerful in the local hierarchy. Despite her know proclivities Ms. Jacob had become the ultra-influential principal of the county’s lone private school for girls. Some said she ran all the schools in the county because she also sat on the School Board Advisory Council. She also sat on the bank board with Betty Jane’s father.

Betty Jane blinked at the June mid-morning sun glaring down on a barefoot 5’9’ figure in a sweaty t-shirt and blue jean skirt. It was Ms. Jacob without her manlike tailored dress suits. The old bitch filled out the t-shirt. She had shoulders and tits under those suits! She was thick and looked a lot stronger than a fifty year old teacher should be. The old cunt-lapper waved Betty Jane to the utility barn. Was the dyke going to make her clean out the barn for extra-credit?

The hell of it was that Betty Jane couldn’t complain or sue. If the school tried to make her pray she would have all the help she needed from lawyers. If they had caught her with drugs she might have litigated her way out of it. If she had told the teachers to fuck off, it might have been free speech. Stealing would have gotten her a lecture if she restituted. These days it was hard to make a kid do anything that a parent with a lawyer couldn’t undo. But, the anti-bullying and anti-violence stuff was a religion. She was fucked. There wasn’t much she could do about whatever Ms. Jacob did in the name of anti-violence. Betty Jane was truly fucked.

“So, Ms. May, you decided to take me up on my offer. What was it that made up your mind? Was it the fear of telling your parents that you had been suspended for organizing a fighting ring in school? Or, was it being stuck in summer school and finding away to lie to them about what you were doing? Or, perhaps it was the black mark on your transcripts? It doesn’t matter I’m just curious about what type of coward you are!”

“I’m no coward Ms. Jacob. I’m here to try to keep from hurting my mother. She wouldn’t understand?”

Ms. Jacob smiled and said, “Very well, follow me.”

She opened the small door in the middle of the large barn door and entered the still well kept utility barn. It was shadowy inside. Once inside Ms. Jacob clicked a switch to the right of the big door and three bright spotlights glared down from the rafters. Betty Jane looked away and let her eyes adjust then she looked at the spotlighted areas and gasped. Centered under each glaring light was a ten by ten area of spotted dirt marked off by rough twisted towing ropes. Four unpadded steel poles marked the corners. Four sets of rough ropes marking off a makeshift ring were tied to the poles. There weren’t any pads or corner springs, but it was clear there were three fighting rings inside the barn, right down its middle. She looked closer, the ropes were stained dark and coated in grime. The ground was colored very dark in places and seemed to be wet where it was the darkest. What the fuck went on here?

Ms. Jacob smiled. “Well, I know you think you’re a hard bitch, but I think you’re a natural cunt slave. Prove me wrong. You fight me here in this middle ring, no rules no clothes to the finish. You beat me you walk away fine with school, all your friends get off as well and the GBFC continues on with no interference. You lose and you and your friends still get off, but you become my fucking little cunt one day a week for the summer and of course I rape you in the dirt right here.”

“Our fucking little cunt!” reminded the thirty-something, feminine looking Ms. Jones as she stepped out of the wearing nothing but a long t-shirt.

Ms. Jacob took her lover and kissed her hard in front of Betty Jane lifting her t-shirt and jamming two knotted knuckled fingers into Ms. Jones’ shaved bare cunt. Ms. Jones grunted and then moaned.

Ms. Jacob took her hand out and slapped the younger woman on her round ass. “She’s here to stop us from killing each other, but just that. I’m going to hurt you a long time little girl, until you beg to lick my ass and eat my cunt. Then I’m going to let you. Susie and I are going to double team your young ass and cunt with fists, fingers, toes, tongues, and strap-on dildos until your eyes roll back in your head and you pass out from pleasure-agony. Then we’ll wake you up and do it again. Bitch, you’re going to get a life lesson today. It will break your spirit or make you strong and I don’t give a fuck which.”

Betty Jane was slightly disoriented, but she was used to trash talk. “I’m not scared of some dried up old dyke or her girlfriend. Just so I know, after I’ve beaten you half to death and made you lick my asshole and pussy I can leave with no repercussions, my grades the same A’s they were before you stuck your ugly snout into our game.”

The old bitch laughed and took off her t-shirt. She had big round globes that drooped only slightly because they were so round and packed that the bottoms rested on her thick chest. Betty Jane guessed Ms. Jacobs was about 5’8’’ and weighed a good 160 pounds. She had frosted black hair styled professionally short. She was at least a 42DD 30 40 slab of dyke meat. She wasn’t a body builder; her arms and legs were meaty but still showed muscle. Her belly wasn’t ridged but it didn’t sag that much. When her skirt dropped the dyke showed a hairy thatch that reached almost up to her belly button and covered hanging fat cunt lips and a huge leathery clit hood. Her lower belly showed some softness. She stretched, kicked off her shoes and lifted a leg to rest on the top rope showing off her hairy cunt and tufts of hair all around her puckered ass. That and her deeply permanent leathery tan gave made her the scariest looking 50 year old that Betty Jane had ever seen.

Ms. Jacobs flexed. “Let’s get down to it. And to answer your question, just for stripping and fighting you get everything but the rights to be the top bitch; everything else is yours for free.”

Betty Jane felt her pink nipples tingling and her cunt walls getting wet just like they always did before a fight. She hated Ms. Jacob and that added to the excitement, the anticipation. Betty Jane had checked on line for something that described the pleasure she got hurting a girl and then forcing her to eat pussy. Maybe she was a sadist, but she got no pleasure in hurting a girl who wanted to be hurt. She had to take, not have it given. Stripping down in front of two teachers would normally have given her a pause, but not here and now. She wanted this fight more than anything.

The two older dykes admired her rising senior body. Betty Jane played four sports: basketball, softball, soccer and field hockey. She had proven herself to be the school fight champ with only one big scholarship black bitch left to beat. They were saving that for their senior year. The winner would rule the school. She actually enjoyed their eyes admiring her. She drew it out as long as she could.

At 5’10’’ 148 strong lean pounds with summer cut blonde hair and a natural bikini tan she knew she was beautiful, even with the bruises on her tits from her last fight. She had a fine body: 38C 28 34. Her mother thought her waist was too thick, but the waist was thick because she was hard and strong. Her perfect breasts were broad based cones topped by thick pointed pink nipples set in hard dollar sized rough and bumpy aureole. Her cunt was smooth waxed. And although it had held at least thirty different cocks and so many fingers and tongues she had lost count, it was tight and juicy. Her cunt lips were thin ridges. The only thing that stood out was her clit hood which was getting leathery do to all the abuse it took from her masturbation and the sucking in the girl’s bathroom by a series of humiliated losers. She could see the lust in the old dykes’ eyes. It made her clit swell and throb.

Betty Jane taunted, “It doesn’t seem fair that if you win you get this and if I win I get that!”

Ms. Jones laughed, but Ms. Jacob’s tanned face darkened.

“You get what you want if you win bitch. You get this and I’ll introduce you to the person who runs the underground fighting ring you’ve been chasing.”

“Then I’ll be careful not to give you a heart attack, grandma. Oh, sorry, you’re not a grandma. You’re a barren old dyke. What a pathetic bitch you are!”

“I’m going to enjoy this you smart ass young cunt.”

Ms. Jacob stepped into the ring and walked to the far corner. Betty Jane slipped through the rough ropes noting blood stains and what looked to be dried skin. The ground was soft in places and she guessed it was from the dark red blood spattered there. For a second she had a flicker of fear, but that was natural. She always felt that way in the bathroom just before the first punches flew.

Ms. Jacob said, “Just like in your bathroom fights, no rounds, no rules, no mercy until someone begs.”

“I’ll never beg, you cunt.”

“You did once, breeder. You will again. I’m going to turn you out. I’m going to be your dyke mamma.”

Ms. Jones, removing her top and fingering her own cunt, snapped, “Is someone going to fight or are you to going to jaw at each other all day long?”

Ms. Jacob glared at her and said, “You’ll pay for that later.”

“If you are still standing, dear,” taunted the younger dyke winking at Betty Jane.

Ms. Jacob spit on the ground and snarled, “Bitch does that before every fight. She thinks it makes me fight harder. All it does is makes me fuck her harder, but I think she enjoys the pain, fucking cunt that she is.”

Betty Jane snarled, “You know, after I beat you bloody and fuck you in the dirt, I think I’ll fuck your girl friend so she knows what it is too eat a juicy young pussy again.”

Ms. Jacobs trembled and came forward fists up, “This is no rules, but I hope your woman enough to leave the cat stuff until one of us knows the other is better with her fists, feet and knees.”

Betty Jane lunged forward like she often did at the start of a bathroom battle and drove her left fist toward the old woman’s mouth. Ms. Jacob was surprised by the speed and took the hard shot straight on the mouth, snapping her head back and sending her backing up into the ropes. The blonde teen followed with a hard right to the head, but it was partially blocked and the principal sank a right into the teen’s 38C globe crushing it. The old woman’s bony knuckles crashed into the blonde’s breast bone. Betty Jane squealed and twisted away cupping her breast. She had never taken a fist to her bare tit and it hurt like a bitch!

Ms. Jacob came off the rope. Her back was red where the rough cord had scraped off a line of skin. Her left fist went into the blonde’s navel. Surprisingly the tough teen’s belly took the punch almost bouncing the fist back. A looping right went over the ducking blonde’s head. Despite the stunning tit pain, worse than she had ever felt before, Betty Jane came up with her head inches from the principal’s fat, scarred tits. The blonde’s fists pumped rapid fire into the principal’s softer belly working all the way from the belly button down deep into the hairy lower belly. The first three shots got grunts but the next three shots found the old woman’s soft woman gut. Ms. Jacob groaned and grabbed the blonde’s arms wrestling her into the ropes.

Betty Jane struggled as the ropes scrapped her smooth back. The fat old dyke had her tied up. Her first thought was to bite into the leathery fat globe pressed against her chin, but she didn’t want to cat yet. Instead she bounced off the rope rubbing her ass and back again. The bigger woman staggered slightly off balance since she was standing taller and hugging the teen’s arms. Betty Jane used her leverage and balance to push and turn the old dyke ramming her back into the ropes tied to the next corner pole. Ms. Jacob cursed as her back was abraded.

“Fucking little bitch!” snarled the principal as she tried to get the tough teen off her.

Groaning against the strong young bitch, the principal spread her legs for balance. Betty Jane felt the movement of the thighs against her own thighs. She imagined that fat lipped hairy cunt just flapping open in the breeze. Up went her right knee. It hit hard. She felt the hairy lips deform against her tanned skin and knew she had hit the spot. She felt Ms. Jacob’s body tremble. Ms. Jacob cried out and clamped her legs shut on Betty Jane’s knee.

Betty Jane used the bitch’s cunt agony to pull her right arm free. Her fist shot down and scored a direct hit on the pubic bone from above. This time she got a long agonized moan and a raspy curse. The blonde tried to free her thigh, but the legs were locked, so she sank her right fist into the principal’s soft underbelly again. Another moan and spit on her shoulders. Betty Jane loved it. She felt her clit growing and her walls getting wetter.

Suddenly Ms. Jacob rallied used her hold on Betty Jane’s left arm and a left fist to the ribs to push the blonde off her one foot. They fell in a heap on the dirt with the heavier woman half on top. Betty Jane tried to scramble on top. Getting on top in a bathroom fight was the safest place to be. Almost all fights ended with Betty Jane on top taunted and beating a crying girl on the bottom. Only twice has she won the fight on the bottom: once by ramming the girl’s head up into the sink bottom and the other time with a cunt claw while they were locked together.

Ms. Jacob managed to stay half on top. Her right arm was still locked around Betty Jane’s left arm and side. The principal’s left arm rose and fell sinking into the blonde’s firm tan belly. Betty Jane grunted and writhed finally freeing her knee from the hairy crotch of the old dyke. Once her legs were free she kicked and twisted sliding out from under the dyke. They both scrambled to their knees using the ropes.

Betty Jane‘s right hand was holding the rope. She drove her left fist straight into Ms. Jacob’s bumpy nose. The principal’s head pitched back and she rotated a bit. Her left hand was holding the rope. Betty Jane’s left fist hit the woman in the mouth and the eye. She was faster than the old dyke by far. Thrilling to the job of bashing the hated principal’s face Betty Jane drew back her left fist. Ms. Jacob’s right fist exploded across her mouth, dragging all the way across her lips.

Betty Jane’s lips split and she ended up leaning against the ropes bleeding. She flinched and ducked in time to duck under a knockout right. She let go of the rope and rammed her head into Ms. Jacob’s tits. The principal fell backwards still hanging onto the ropes with her left. She ended up hanging from her left hand sitting on her ass with one foot under her ass and the other spread out flat on the in the dirt.

Betty Jane slammed her now free right fist into the woman’s left eye. The principal cried out and covered up. Betty Jane rose up on her knees over the stunned principal. The woman had yet to let go of the rope so she was hanging there like a butchered cow. Betty Jane felt a tiny climax in her cunt as she brought down a brutal elbow on the dyke’s fat tit. The big orb deformed and bent around her elbow. The balloon was meaty and firm for a fifty year old udder. The elbow got another agonized groan. The blonde then sank a left into the woman’s heaving belly.

“Come on you fucking old whore, is this it!”

The blonde teen slammed another fist into the woman’s reddening belly. This time there was an agonized groan and the left hand let go of the rope. Ms. Jacob was flat on her back, nude and defenseless. Betty Jane raised her fist to finish the bitch with a punch to the jaw. Instead a dirty foot kicked her in the side of the head and threw her hard into the ropes. Where the fuck had that come from?

Ms. Jacob twisted on her ass and delivered five hard kicks, three with her right and two with her left foot to Betty Jane’s ribs and back. The blonde teen shuddered with each solid kick and ended up half through the ropes. Another kick just missed her face. Thankfully the leg got tangled up over the rope. She held the ankle with one hand and pushed her way out of the ropes. Ms. Jacob’s other foot crushed her left tit driving it up to her shoulder. The agony was extreme. She almost fell back through the ropes but instead she bounced off them and came down on the thigh of the foot that had almost kicked her tit off.

Ms. Jacob tried to twist off her back, but her other leg was just getting untangled. Betty Jane twisted on the trapped thigh and got upper foot up into the bend of the principal’s knee as it came free from the ropes splitting the old woman’s thighs wide. The teen was looking into the hairy cunt of the bane of her existence. She drove her fist into the fat lips again and again.

“Oh god!” screamed Ms. Jones from the side.

“Fuck!” was the principal’s response in between agonized grunts and moans.

Betty Jane drew back again intending to punch the old woman’s cunt until the lips ruptured. Instead her head was suddenly jerked by the hair. She lost her position and rolled backwards over the principal’s trapped thigh. Suddenly the old bitch was throwing her freed leg over Betty Jane’s belly. A hand grabbed and crushed her left tit. And the weight of the old woman slowly crawled on top.

Betty Jane cursed and grabbed a handful of the black frosted hair and jerked her principal’s head back. When her pink nipple was gouged with a claw, Betty Jane retaliated with face rake that got a wild scream from the old woman. Ms. Jacob rolled off holding her face. Betty Jane sat up and scrambled to her feet happy to have escaped.

Ms. Jones said, “Maybe we should stop this.”

The principal pulled up. Her tits and belly were heaving as she sucked in air. Her nose was bloody and her face was swelling from all the punches. Her body was covered in bruises. She was wet from head to toe and covered in the dirt of the barn floor as was her opponent.

Ms. Jacob yelled, “Shut the fuck up.” Then turning to Betty Jane she snapped, “It’s on now cunt. I’m going to hurt you so bad you’ll wish you were dead.”

“Bring it cunt!” shouted the tough teen.

Ms. Jacob came forward cautiously, her right hand clenched in a fist and her left hand open in a claw. The young blonde smiled and feinted, showing how much more energy her young body had.

“You old cow, you look ready to pass out. I whipped your ass in the fist fight and now you want to cat fight me. You’re fucking crazy. I’ll carve you up. Listen to your lover. She knows I whipped your fat stinking dyke cunt.”

Ms. Jacob lunged forward taking a hard right to the mouth, but crashing into the young blonde. Hands immediately went into the short hair on both heads. They grunted and struggled in a tight circle. Their free right fists pounded backs, sides, arms, shoulders and the back of the neck. Their dirty feet kicked and hooked trying to trip each other. Tits splashed against tits. Mounds grinded together and bellies slapped against each other.

“Fucking pussies pull hair!” shouted Betty Jane as though she was in a bathroom fight where name calling mattered.

Ms. Jacob pulled her hair even harder and suddenly lunged into her face biting an ear. Betty Jane screamed and clawed at the old woman’s face forcing her to turn away. Furious, Betty Jane slugged the woman in the eye and jaw knocking her back toward a corner post. Ms. Jacob ducked down to avoid the face beating. Betty Jane raised her free fist preparing to beat the woman to her knees. Instead the blonde’s head pitched back and she screamed in agony.

Ms. Jacob’s right hand was clawing the blonde girl’s waxed pussy. The lips were thin and tight, but the dyke had two dirty fingers inside the cunt before the girl could react by clamping her thighs shut. Betty Jane found herself rammed back into the corner she had intended for her principal. Ms. Jacob’s shoulder left shoulder was crushing Betty Jane’s right tit up toward her own shoulder. Betty Jane blindly clawed at the old woman’s right wrist trying to pull the hand out of her cunt. Ms. Jacob’s pressed against the trapped teen. Her left hand slide between their bodies unable to punch, but finally grabbed the blonde’s young right tit from the bottom and squeezed it upward into the old woman’s open mouth.

Betty Jane had lost her bra six times in fights, but never in a situation where she was likely to be bitten. She had been bitten on arms and shoulders but never her tits. The terror of the old woman’s mouth closing on her young perfect tits was as bad as the pain. The teeth bit deep, this was not a grinding bite but an attempt to draw blood and it did! Betty Jane’s body went into spasms against the rope as she thrashed about.

The blonde let go of the hand that was clawing her cunt raw and shot upward. Getting to Ms. Jacob’s face was hard. The bitch’s body was pressed against Betty Jane’s at an angle. There were four tits and two bodies and one arm between Betty Jane’s claws and Ms. Jacob’s face. Unable to get to the face she found hanging dark brown nipples and scarred rubbery aureole. As soon as her sharp nails found the nipples, Ms. Jacob moaned and started to shift body to ease the cutting agony on her scared and long damaged nipples.

The bitch tried to drive her nails through Betty Jane’s cunt, but the young girl was already in agony from tit and cunt pain. Ripping off the old woman’s nipples was a way to relieve the pain and by making the pain worse all it did was make Betty Jane’s gouging more determined. Ms. Jacob tried to get her teeth into Betty Jane’s pointed pink nipple. By shifting her shoulder slid over the tortured left tit and suddenly the young blonde was unpinned with both of them leaning opposing shoulder first against the metal pole.

Betty Jane twisted into the old dyke bitch, ignoring both the bite and the cunt claw. Her hands left the bloody nipples and seized the old woman’s leathery neck. Driving her thumbs into the gasping bitch’s windpipe she rammed the old woman against the metal pole. The teeth came out of the young blonde’s gashed and freely bleeding tit. Ms. Jacob’s left hand went to the blonde’s throat. Her right claw was still in Betty Jane’s cunt, trapped between squeezed legs.
Both women choked the other, but the two-handed choke was better and first.

When the old woman didn’t immediately grab for her wrists but continue to restrict the blonde’s windpipe, Betty Jane used her two-handed grip to begin banging her principal’s head against the metal pole. Clang! Clang! Clang!

“Oh god!” moaned Ms. Jones from the side lines.

Ms. Jacob took four more head bangs before she let go of Betty Jane’s bruised neck. Her hand clawed for Betty Jane’s face. The palm was under Betty Jane’s chin and the claws were gouging her cheeks and upper lip. The index finger tried to get into her nose. The blonde had stopped face clawing before in the bathroom fights by biting. So she twisted her face and sank her teeth into the offending index finger. She caught the second knuckle and held on. Ms. Jacob pulled on her hand to no avail, skinning her finger but the knobbing joint was still clocked between the blonde’s white choppers.

She banged the bitch’s head again and watched the eyes roll back for a second. She prepared to bust the woman’s skull open if necessary. Suddenly the pain in her cunt flared to her clit. She looked down. Ms. Jacob’s thumbnail had her meaty leathery clit hood crushed against her mound. The bitch was sawing into the young girl’s clit sleeve.

Ms. Jones shouted, “Make her bleed like a pig!”

Betty Jane banged the bitch’s head one more time and then drove her knee into the side of the principal’s knee. Ms. Jacob cursed and slide down the side of Betty Jane’s body to hit hard on her knee. The pain in the blonde’s clit eased. She twisted and slammed a knee into the bitch’s fat tit crushing it and driving the old woman’s head and shoulder between the second and third rope.

Betty Jane stood straight, grabbed the corner ropes, raised her right foot and stomped her principal’s tits. Ms. Jacob flopped on the second rope grunting each time Betty Jane’s dirty foot crushed her bruised tits flat, making the tit flesh ooze around the edges of Betty Jane’s size 9B. Ms. Jacob twisted on a hip and slammed her foot into Betty Jane’s left shin. The blonde’s foot slid in the dirt and she fell to her left knee, her right leg propped at an ankle on her principal’s battered tits.

Ms. Jacob went for the young girl’s cunt again, but Betty Jane threw herself backwards, rolling in the dirt and coming to her feet without a pause on the other side of the small makeshift fighting ring. Ms. Jacob rose much more slowly. Betty Jane smiled to herself that the old woman was running out of gas. More than once she had one a fight against a fat girl by just keeping her from getting on top. After about five minutes the fat bitches ran out of gas and started whimpering for a break. She usually gave them a break or two, nose or mouth, before they cried out defeat.

“Rather to lick my ass you old dyke?”

Ms. Jacob snarled, but didn’t waste her oxygen replying. The old woman stalked forward, hunched over, bruised and swelling tits dangling at an angle, belly heaving. Her frosted hair was a mess, but more telling was the fact that the back was matted with blood. Her scalp was bleeding badly and now her back was as read as her front.

Ms. Jones whispered, “It’s time for you two to stop.”

Ms. Jacob came forward like an old-time boxer. Betty Jane blocked and sidestepped two punches hitting her principal once on the bridge of her bloody nose. The woman slammed a savage uppercut into the underside of Betty Jane’s throbbing left breast. The gland had been crushed more than once and pushed up to her shoulder. The fist seemed to spear it. Betty Jane squealed despite her determination to show no pain and twisted away cupping her breast.

The old woman slammed a hard right into Betty Jane’s left eye and knocked her back into the ropes. Momentarily blinded by bright red starbursts, Betty Jane kicked out savagely, driving her right foot under the crouching woman’s guard. Her heel hit the bitch’s meaty clit just perfectly and crushed it into the mound. The principal’s swollen eyelids widened and her mouth formed a wordless O before she fell to her knees holding her pussy.

Betty Jane moved, but the pain her tit threatened her balance. She sat back on the ropes and drove her lethal right foot into the old woman’s wide open face. The head snapped back. Blood spewed in an arch from her nose. She went backwards a few degrees and then pitched forward to land face first at Betty Jane’s feet.

Ms. Jones shouted, “It’s over!”

Betty Jane looked down at her throbbing clit. It was still there but there was blood on her inner thighs, cunt blood. Furious she stood up. Ms. Jacob’s left tit was squashed out to the side of her armpit. The arm was stretched out in front of the principal. Betty Jane raised her big foot and stomped down on the ballooning tit. Ms. Jacob barely flopped. Betty wobbled and stood there waiting for Ms Jacob to wake up so she could hurt her some more.

Ms. Jones pushed her backwards. “It’s over.”

She held a one of those stun guns. Betty Jane had no idea where it came from. She was suddenly very tired and just leaned back against the ropes, ignoring their roughness now that every other part of her body ached.

Another five head bangs and Ms. Jacob seemed to go limp. Betty Jane opened her legs and stepped away moaning as the bloody fingers of her principal left her gouged cunt. The hand flopped limply against Ms. Jacob’s bent legs.

Ms. Jones yelled, “She’s out. Let her go!”

Betty Jane nodded. “Then it is time to collect my prize.”

Betty Jane used her last reserves of power to roll the unconscious woman out over. The back of the woman’s hair was indeed matted by blood. As she rolled over dirt added to the matting. Ms. Jacob lay on her back, her tits jiggling as her belly heaved in needed air. After a couple of moments the old woman moaned and reached for her throat.

Betty Jane put her foot on Ms. Jacob’s face and pushed the other side of her face into the now bloody muck under her head. Ms. Jones protested, but Betty Jane demanded and acknowledgement that the fight was over. Ms. Jones readily agreed, but Betty Jane wanted Ms. Jacob’s surrender.

She raised her foot and stomped on the woman’s bruised tits asking her with each stomp is she gave up. Ms. Jacob flopped and moaned. She clawed at Betty Jane’s ankle. Betty Jane cursed pulled back her foot and then stomped on the woman’s dried up old womb, trying to impale the bitch on a dirty foot. Ms. Jacob vomited and curled up into a ball. She finally sobbed out her surrender, a broken old dyke.

Betty Jane stood over her defeated principal surveying the battering she had taken and given. Ms. Jones moved toward her lover, but Betty Jane told her to back off. She nudged Ms. Jacob’s with her foot. She didn’t want her in the fetal position. She wanted her stretched out and helpless.

“On your back you dirty old cunt. It’s time to eat my pussy. Oh yeah, and eat my ass and whatever else you said you’d make me do.”

It took a couple of kicks to the tits to get the bitch to comply. Betty Jane knelt down roughly on the old woman’s arms and then rubbed the swollen tear streaked leathery old face into her bloody cunt. The pain inside her only seemed to urge her on. She forced the principal to eat her deeply, suck her fat clit. Then she masturbated herself to a squirting climax covering the old woman’s face. After that she took her time. Ms. Jones provided a nice array of strap-on dildos and diabolical toys that the old dyke planned to use on Betty Jane.

She fucked the old whore every way she could think off. She particularly enjoyed the grunts from the ten inch studded strap-on in during the face down ass fucking. Growing ever more tired and feeling her battered body beginning to tighten up, the teen finished with a shattering orgasm from a combined self fingering and tongue in her asshole. She started to stand, but remembered she wanted to do one more thing. She set down and told Ms. Jacob to remember this for the rest of her life. She filled the gagging principal’s mouth with hot piss paying her and back for eleven years of schooling.

When she stood up and washed off under a hose she reminded Ms. Jones that her beaten lover had promised to introduce Betty Jane to the rumored underground fighting ring. Ms. Jones nodded as she helped her defeated lover to sit up. Ms. Jacob gagged again and passed out. Ms. Jones rushed for water and ice.

Betty Jane grabbed her arm and demanded, “Well, where is it bitch or do you want me to beat the shit out of you too?”

“The fights are right here, you crazy bitch. Ida runs the fighting ring in this area of the state. Every Friday night is fight night. The last Friday of the month is Black and White Night. Give Ida a few days and then call her. She will give you the details. I just watch.”

“Who the fuck is Ida?” demanded the bully blonde.

Ms. Jones chuckled, “If you are one of our best students I fear we’ve wasted a lot of money and time. Ida Jacob, you bitch. Give her a few days to heal; she will definitely find you a bitch to fight. I hope she kills you.”

“Oh, you do, do you. Remember that lecture you gave me on uncompromising love.”

“Yes.”

“On your knees and eat my pussy or I’ll hurt your lover some more. Eat it bitch. Show me some uncompromising love.”

“You are a sick cunt.”

“Yeah, you should talk dyke. Now start licking.”

The End for Now