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 II by Mr. Cage (comments at MrCageFight@yahoo.com)

With Betty Jane May’s summer restored and her school record intact she celebrated by drinking and fucking as the bruises and cuts from her fight with her principal, Ms. Jacob, healed. She kept the fight secret, just saying she kicked some nameless bitch’s ass at a bar in the next county and then fist fucked her in the alley. Given her reputation, no one doubted her story.

She waited two weeks and called Ms. Jacob’s home, not knowing what to expect. She had really beaten the old bitch down at the end and then humiliated her in front of her long-term lover Ms. Jones. She would have left it at that except she had found out that Ms. Jacob’s apparently ran the secret county-wide or even state-wide female fight club. Three fighting rings in her barn proved that.

Ms. Jacob answered and when she heard Betty Jane she grumbled, “You nasty bitch. Twenty years ago I would have left you bloody, and fucked you with my fist so hard your cunt would be ruptured.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t twenty years younger. Are you going to put me in touch with your fight club or not? That’s all I want from you outside school, dried up old dyke.”

There was a moment of silence then she replied way to thoughtfully, “I’ve got something you should see. I run the public fights on Friday Nights, but I also provide a service for private fights when two women want to settle something, or as in the case tonight two important cliques want to settle a dispute using their wives, girlfriends or daughters as negotiators. If you can keep from revealing yourself, you can watch from hiding!”

“Yes. Who’s fighting?

“I won’t say. If you know them, so be it. I keep my mouth shut about private matters and so should you. Be here around five so I can get you settled before the fighters show up. Remember, not one fucking word.”

Arriving ahead time Betty Jane enjoyed the fact that Ida Jacob’s face was still black and blue and the cuts and swelling were still evident. She walked with a limp and breathing was hard. Betty Jane barely contained her delight, but she wanted to the action so she kept her taunts in her mind. Ms. Jacob and Ms. Jones responded with equally polite silence, although you could have cut the hot hatred between the three women with a butter knife.

Inside the fight barn, Ms. Jones turned on the lights over the middle ring. Betty Jane gasped and walked closer to prove she was seeing what she was seeing. The four rough thick ropes marking the four post ring had been wrapped in coils of barbwire. The only unwrapped areas were near the two opposing corners.

Ms. Jacob’s smiled, “Like I said, this is a special fight between two women who have reasons to hate each other and it’s about money and power, a lot of both. One side is going to gain position and influence and the other fighter is going to be left broken on the dirt. We have a medical team coming to save the fighters’ lives and stop the bleeding, but as long as the loser isn’t in critical condition she’s going to get gang raped by the winner and her supporters. Often, the loser comes in here proud and haughty and leaves a broken sad cautionary tale.”

Fascinated, Betty Jane followed instructions and climbed up to the loft and walked along the wide rafters holding onto a guide rope to one of the many platforms that had been added to the crisscrossing wooden beams. She was amazed to see tri-pods and cameras up there, four pointed to each ring covering every angle from above ground. Looking down from above in the bright light all you could see is the ring and about two feet around it. The sharp glare of the bright light from this angle probably blinded the cameras view of anything but the ring on a fight night. Of course, this evening no one but Betty Jane was up in the rafters.

She checked her watch. At six a big SUV pulled in. She almost had to bite her hand. Her family doctor and two nurses got out and started setting up a two bed field hospital next to the barb wired ring. Old Doc Clark had delivered her, given her shots and prescribed her first birth control pills at age 12 on the insistence of her normally religious and conservative mother, Jane. Betty Jane had always assumed that the pills were another indication of hypocrisy. Having a little girl fucking around was one thing, but having her pregnant was another.

Just before seven she had to pee so she made her way back along the beams to open air john, sink and shower that had been added on the back of the barn wall. The back half of the loft seemed to be a living area at one time. The plumbing led outside, hopefully into a septic tank. Relieved she walked back to her perch. Just as she arrived the big door swung open. Two black vans with county government logo and three dusty limousines pulled into the barn parking near the ring. Betty Jane laid flat on the platform, feeling her cunt getting wet as she rubbed her jean covered mound against the rough wood.

The side door of the vans opened up. Betty Jane blinked twice to make sure she was seeing clearly. Everyone was wearing masks and head scarves. The van visitors were dressed casually formal and the theme was red: three women wearing red dresses, heels, with their color coordinated red scarves with red full face masks. The men wore black pants, white shirts and red jackets. They too wore red scarves and face masks.

Then the fourth woman exited. She was wearing a red latex cape, kinky red spike heel pirate boots that covered her legs almost all the way up to her starkly naked cunt. She had a dark yellow bush covering the tight thin lips and an obvious pink clit bud. Her face was covered in a red rubber bondage mask complete with goggles worn inside the mask so they couldn’t be removed. Her mask zipped under a hidden folded ridge down the back all the way to her shoulder blades. So her face and neck were covered in the skin tight rubber. Finally she wore long red rubber gloves all the way up to her armpits.

Only her body was truly exposed. The Red Queen, Betty Jane’s name for her, stood maybe 5’8’’ and weighed probably a very fit middle aged matronly weight of 150 give or take. Her lower belly was softer than it should be probably from baby making and her big 38D tits drooped. Even from this distant Betty Jane could see one of her nipples was deformed and a nasty scar seemed to almost bisect that large once wounded pale white left boob. Betty Jane bet that if she was closer she’d see more scars.

Next the limousines’ occupants exited. There were nine men and four women. All of them were slightly more formally as if they were business types from one of the larger cities to the north of Dayton County. Their dominant color was white, including masks and head scarves.

“So you Jew thieves found the way!” taunted one of the Red men in a voice that even with echo in the barn sounded vaguely familiar, like some politician she had heard make a speech on television or the Fourth of July.

“Neanderthal hicks, you can’t keep this part of the state back in the good ole days any longer. The rest of the world is passing you by. We’ll save your piggybank and you can keep on lording it over the rednecks and the blacks, but we need control over the bank, the dealerships and we need your county’s vote in statewide elections.”

“You fucking blocked our bridge loan using your political hacks in Washington. That don’t play here tough guy. We’ll burn down the bank and everything else before we sell out to you. And, we’ll last long enough to third party your pet senator and make sure the real rednecks win.”

“So here we are,” said the man in white.

“Yes, here we are. Did your cunt-wife come to fight?”

A woman’s voice snapped, “I’ll butcher your pig!”

Out stepped a woman clad identically to the Red Queen other than she was dressed in shiny white. This one was 5’7’’ at most and maybe 165 pounds. She was thick and looked strong. Her zeppelin balloon tits were huge, maybe 40E or F or J whatever those cups were. The woman was slightly darker and carried a full black bush over her the lower half of her round belly. She stood with her boots wide exposing a big leathery looking clit hood and stared at the woman in red. Neither said anything directly to the other just yet. They were measuring each other.

Ms. Jacob stepped in between holding to loose-leaf books, one in red and one in white. She gave the white to the head Red guy and the red to the head White guy. The men signed the documents and handed them back to Ms. Jacob. She passed them to Ms. Jones.

Ms. Jacob said, “Win or lose there will be an identity check on the fighters after the fight. If the fighter is not who they say they are in the fight challenge the results of the fight will be altered to the disadvantage of the liars. Assuming that the ladies prove to be the wives of Red 2 and the White 1 only those two men will be able to surrender the fight for their side. Tonight its husband’s wave the flag, here is a white one for you and a red one for you. Upon surrender, the loser’s contract book will be burned and the winner’s contract book will be valid and binding. Remember, you must give for your wife or the fight will continue until one fighter is dead.”

Red 2 nodded his head and stuffed the red flag in his coat pocket. White 1 said something that Betty Jane missed high up and his wife laughed nastily. Betty Jane looked around at the microphones and could find no way to plug into them. She’d have to ask about this taping arrangement; it must be limited to the more public fights.

The fighters entered the barb wire wrapped ring through the two safe corners with their husbands standing by the ring posts. The two groups divided to the opposing sides and started jeering and cheering. Betty Jane reached up and started pinching her nipples through her tank top. She wanted to be down there fighting, but getting off up there in the rafters was good enough.

Red and White walked around their half of the ring looking at each other, testing their high heel boots in the obviously blood stained dirt. Then they came back to the corners. Ms. Jones, for White, and Ms. Jacob, for Red, fastened a leather band around the gloves. The band covered the back of the hand and the palm leaving the fingers free. Then they wrapped barbed wire around the fist tight against the band and stapled the ends to the back hand. Betty Jane’s stomach twisted with excitement. The knuckles were slightly raised rubber forms, but the covered fingers were unencumbered. The barbwire on the back of the fist and on the palms would make for an interesting tactical change in fighting with fists or claws.

The two women stepped back. Red and White stalked out of their corners circling cautiously on their high heeled boots. Both women were obviously experienced in heels and both seemed to know their way around a ring. Their capes covered half their backs, but their asses and lower backs were exposed. White’s bigger, rounder ass showed hair tufts even from Betty Jane’s angle from above. She impatiently waited at least a minute for the first move.

Red slapped out with her left hand open the barbwire exposed. White flinched and twisted her right balloon out of range and prepared to punch with her left fist, but Red had merely feinted. Her real first attack was a savage side kick with her left boot. She was a good kicker. Her heavy thigh showed muscle as it lifted and straightened driving the already dirty sole of her boot toward White’s lower belly. The woman’s twist saved her a direct impact but the spike heel ripped across her lower belly leaving a red welt that disappeared into the wooly bush across her lower belly. White groaned and the Red crowd cheered.

Red took advantage of White’s momentary pause and whipped her extended left palm down, not at the out of range right boob but on the top side of the left boob. She sank her rubber clad fingers into the fat zeppelin balloon and grated the barbwire on her palm across the tit before letting go and stepping back from a roundhouse right fist to the head.

White’s fist missed completely leaving her extended and off balance. Red’s boot went up, this time toe first into the round lower belly leaving dirt stuck in the wooly bush and sending White dancing backwards. Red’s supporters laughed and cheered pointing out the already weeping red gashes on White’s left balloon. White retreated toward the deadly barbwire boundary.

Red saw her chance. She rushed forward hands outstretched to push White into the barbwire wrapped ropes. White waited to the last second and dropped down on her knees tackling Red. Red’s momentum carried her over White’s shoulders knocking White hard on her back in the dirt. Red’s body continued forward. Her head skinned the third rope, the barbwire leaving scratches on the back of her rubber mask. The real damage happened as Red’s pale white 38D boobs slammed into the second rope, gouging both her tits and hanging her up in the brutally sharp barbwire coils.

Red screamed and grabbed the rope pushing up. The barbwire coils clung to her boobs, gouging and ripping as she tugged her flesh against the bloody barbs. White had been stunned. In fact her white mask showed blood around the nose and mouth holes. Red’s knees had done a job on White’s face under the mask. Red got her tits free as White rolled over and spotted the big ass in front of her.

White’s supporters were shouting for a cunting and they got one. White grabbed Red’s pale white hip with her left glove and then did an underhand slap with an open palm smacking the barbwire covered leather strip into Red’s tight cunt lips. Once against the cunt White dug in her left fingers in the Red’s haunch and used her left arm as a brace to give Red’s cunt a barbwire massage. Getting cunt rubbed from behind was one of Betty Jane’s favorite foreplay moves by male or female hands. Her cunt throbbed, but mentally she decided she’d rather be the giver rather than the receiver of this particular massage.

Red screamed, straightened and twisted around smashing the back of her left hand across White’s jaw. The barbwire left visible scratches on the white rubber mask, but did no damage to the skin underneath. However the strike of the leather wrapped backhand snapped White’s head to the side and she felt to her right. The hand on Red’s cunt came away bloody and opened flat against the dirt for a brace. White’s big tits rubbed the dirt as she pushed back up on all fours. Betty Jane gasped and pinched her nipples brutally when she saw the deep bloody gashes in Red’s tits, including a gash in her deformed left nipple that dropped blood like milk down on her belly.

Red was on her knees at White’s side. White lunged forward on her hands and knees to escape an attack. Red grabbed the woman’s white cape and jerked it hard. The ties to the neck snapped and the cape ended up in Red’s hands. Betty Jane wondered why bother with the cape. Then suddenly Red snapped the white cape over White’s head, covering her face in latex and pulled the woman up on her knees. You could see the outline of her face in her cape. White grabbed for the smothering cape with both hands.

Red jerked back and dragged White off her knees backwards. The heavier woman rolled on her ass keeping her legs from getting trapped, but she still fell on Red’s spread left leg. As soon as her waist was resting on the left thigh, the right boot hooked around the left boot and Red’s longer legs formed a wicked rear scissors.

White stiffened and clawed at the slick red boots to no avail. As White struggled to free her waist, Red’s barbwire covered palms grabbed both tits from behind. Red’s supporters cheered and White screamed. Red enjoyed two minutes of bloody ripping at her enemy’s big tits while her booted legs threatened to cut the trapped woman in half.

White’s tits were bloody now and Red showed no inclination to stop rubbing her barbwire back and forth as her rubber tipped fingers dug deep into the tit flesh, gouging and twisting. White’s screams didn’t move her husband to wave his flag. Red 2 taunted the man with promises to mound his wife’s nipples on the hood of his truck. Again, Betty Jane thought she recognized that slight southern draw.

White writhed and twisted, squirming in Red’s sadistic grasp, but it was not fruitless. From her angle Betty Jane could see a method in the twisting. She predicted White’s next move a fraction of a second before White’s head struck backwards into Red’s chin.

Red’s head snapped backwards and she ended up propped on her elbows. White’s wet red zeppelins rolled on her chest and she straightened up to the sitting position. She ignored Red’s still locked legs. Red was shaking her head and beginning to push up on one elbow. White twisted slightly to her right. Her right palm jammed into the bottom of Red’s left tit and pushed it upward cutting its uncut bottom. Red screamed but kept her legs locked. Back on her shoulders she grabbed for White’ right wrist. White wasn’t done. She grunted and twisted some more straining her ribs and waist. Her left hand thrust her hanging bloody tits aside and plunged down palm fist on Red’s mound.

Red screamed and her legs popped open. White seemed to snap around, but rather than fall on top of Red and cunt her, the woman in white rolled off Red’s legs and across the dirt coating herself liberally and pulling up by the ropes in her own barbwire free corner. Red got to her knees and then levered herself up to her heels. Her yellow brown bush did not hide the drops of blood coming from gashes on her belly and mound. Both women were now blooded and the dirt of the ring was caking outlining the rivulets of blood and sweat still coursing down their bodies. Breathing hard they took a break while their supporters shouted encouragement.

Red’s breathing returned to normal first and she moved toward White with her fists doubled up. White’s supporters started screaming for her now trying to buck up her spirits. The woman’s belly was still heaving and her tits were oozing blood from uncounted gashes. But, the tough heavy weight shrugged her bare shoulders and stepped over the twisted remains of her white cape to meet Red fist to fist in the center of the dirt ring.

Red was good with her fists, but White was better. She drove Red back with tit and head shots toward one of the barbwire corners. White’s supporters were hopping up and down and cheering. Apparently her specialty was a fist fight and Red had walked into it. Red’s nose and mouth holes were wet with darker red blood than her glistening rubber mask. Red ducked under a punch and drove a left right into White’s mound, backing the bitch up. Red ducked out of the corner trap and walked away gasping.

White straightened out and cursed Red for being scared to fight like a real woman with her fists. Red ignored the taunt and circled controlling her breathing again. The blood from her nose and mouth dripped on her caked tits which had almost stopped bleeding. White’s supporters yelled for to close and knock Red out and then cunt her with her spike heels. Red’s supporters told her to play it smart and not slug it out.

Then Red reached up and ripped her own cape from her neck and flourished it like a weapon. Betty Jane thought that trick only worked once, but White backed away like the cape was a knife. Maybe being smothered and pulled into a rear scissoring tit maul was haunting her mind. Red suddenly threw the harmless cape with a sweeping gesture and the latex flew like a kite for a few moments, cart-wheeling in the general direction of White. White grabbed it out of the air and tossed it over the ropes with relief. Red had tricked the woman again.

Red’s boot toe sank into White’s hairy cunt with a perfect football kick. White gasped and folded around the toe grabbing and missing the boot then grabbing her sex. This time Red’s frontal charge did not end in a tackle. The bloody palms of her hand slammed into White’s nipples, compressing her zeppelin tits back and up. White howled trying to bring up her hands from her cunt, but it was too late. She was propelled backwards hard into the barbwire wrapped ropes. The wicked barbs cut across her shoulder, her lower back and the bottom of big ass. Worse, she ended up sitting on the second rope her own weight adding to the deepness of the barb’s penetrations. White might be the better fist fighter, but Red was a wicked tricky bitch.

Red’s fists hammered both sides of White’s head trying to pay her back for the uneven fist fight. White’s head snapped back and forth, but the most evident damage was on her shoulders, back and ass. The beating moved her back and forth grating the barbs back and forth in her flesh. White finally got her fists up to block the head beating.

Red was waiting for that. She grabbed White’s wrists and wrestled her back trying to get her arms under the top rope. As White fought back she was pressed even harder into the barbs, but Red’ real purpose became apparent when her right knee started pounding White’s cunt and belly. White couldn’t stand up, couldn’t get off the ropes and couldn’t stop Red’s knee without raising a leg and sinking even deeper onto the barbs. She had no choice. After another savage knee strike to her hairy cunt, she raised her legs sinking on the second rope and grabbed Red’s knee with her thighs stopping the cunting.

Red leaned into White trying to add to her agony on the ropes. Blood poured from wounds on the shoulders, back and ass. White was trapped. Red had the woman’s arms under the top rope stretched outside of the ring. If she got them caught around the fourth or third rope White would be dead meat on the hook. Red concentrated on trapping those arms leaning closer and closer to White.

White’s face suddenly lunged forward. White’s teeth closed on Red’s torn bloody left nipple. Red’s screams vibrated in Betty Jane’s quivering pussy. The woman had to let go of White’s wrists and grab the side of the mask. The typical hair pull or eye gouge was impossible. She forced her thumbs into the sides of White’ mouth hole and pushed the woman back while pressing back. Red’s left tit lifted off her chest and stretched out. White’s arms came back in the ring and tried to hug Red by the ass. Red squealed and shook her head back and forth. Suddenly her tit flopped out of White’s mouth. Pushing back hard enough to rip open her own ass cheeks, Red fell hard on her back in the dirt.

She cupped her pulsing tit. White spit a bloody piece of flesh out of her mouth. Her supporters cheered wildly. Red 2 reached into his jacket to pull the flag. But his wife yelled a string of curses and met White’s rise from the bloody barbs with a double spike heel kick. One dug in under her fat roll and gouged her gut. The other made a squishing sound and disappeared between the hairy cunt lips. Betty Jane’s body was wracked by the wildest uncontrollably orgasm she had ever experience. Thankfully the screams and shouts from below silenced her deep writhing groans from above.

White fell back on the rope screaming. Red’s heel slipped out of the hairy woman’s cunt washed clean with bright red cunt blood. Red rolled over still keeping her left fingers pressed against the ruin of her left nipple. She pressed up to the shouts and encouragements of her supporters. Standing on wobbly legs she shook her head. White was still sitting on the barbwire fingers pulling at her cunt screaming in agony as hot blood poured out, staining her white boots and turning the already blood wet dirt beneath her hole into red mud.

White’s supporters screamed for her to get off the ropes and fight. Red staggered forward, planted her left leg and high kicked the already bloody dirt caked toe of her right boot high up into the mouth of White as she leaned forward mourning her bloody cunt. Everyone groaned at the sound of breaking teeth. White’s head snapped back and bloody bits of teeth flew out of the rubber mouth hole. She sagged back on the barbwire obviously knocked out.

Her husband yelled for her to wake up and fight. Red staggered forward, grabbing the barbwire rope with her left hand using the leather strap for protection. Holding the rope she raised her right boot high, her knee touching her bleeding breasts and started heel stomping the pit of White’s rolled up stomach. White’s head bounced and flopped. The barbs sliced up her back and ass, but the real damage was that dirty spike heel ripping into her belly. Red’s husband shouted and jumped up and down as did her supporters. They yelled they wanted to see the bitch’s busted ovaries on the floor.

The doctor who had watched in silence grabbed White’s silent husband’s arm and shouted. “It’s over you sadistic fuck. Wave the flag. If you don’t its murder and all your friends will hold it over you.”

White shook his head, and finally waved his flag throwing it into the ring in disgust. Ms. Jacob took the white book to a clear area in the dirt, dropped it open and waited until Ms. Jones had covered it with lighter fluid.

Ms. Jacob stepped into the ring and went to Red. She spoke to her and then unzipped the back of her mask. Betty Jane was at the wrong angle to see the woman’s face. Her short streaked blonde hair was matted to her head. From behind she looked like her mother Jane getting out of the pool. Ms. Jacob’s big ass and tits were in the way, but White 1 nodded his head. Ms. Jones waiting for the signal then dropped a match. The book went whoosh. Then the Ms. Jones handed the Red book to Red 1.

The doctor first recovered the spit out piece of Red’s nipple, washed it and put it on ice. One of his nurses carefully washed the wounded tit and then stitched the hole as Red screamed. Betty Jane could see the needle going in and pulling the stitches tight, but the nurse blocked the screaming woman’s face. Then the nurse put a cool towel over Red’s face and began to clean her other wounds.

The other nurse aided the doctor in unhooking the ropes, pulling White out of the coils and tossing the woman on the waiting stretcher. The doctor slid something inside the bloody cunt that looked like a fork with a scope on it. Looking into the eye end of the scope the doctor moved the tool around inside. White’s body went into spasms as smoke curled out of her cunt. He pulled out the smoking tool and wiped it with a cloth.

“She’ll live now, but nobody can use her cunt.”

Red One said, “Fine, clean the bitch up. Her mouth, especially without its teeth and her ass will do just fine.”

Twenty minutes later, White was brutally ass and mouth fucked by everyone in the Red crowd. The Red Queen was sitting on her stretcher watching and shouting encouragement from under the towel, but she was too hurt to participate.

White’s supporters got in the limos and drove off. White cried and screamed as she was violated by male and female alike. Betty Jane became sated twenty minutes into the punishment party. The Red supporters finished up twenty minutes later, high-fives all around. They gathered around Red as the nurse rolled her stretcher to the doctor’s SUV. White’s stretcher was rolled to the back and shoved in. Red set in the front shotgun seat.

Red 2 walked over, put his hand inside the window and lifted Red’s chin. She removed her towel and kissed him with swollen split lips. From her position up above Betty Jane caught only a glimpse of the kiss at a bad angle. Even so, her body stiffened. Had just seen her mother kissing her father?

She rushed home to find no one there. A call came in around eleven from a hospital nearer the big city than Dayton County. Her father explained that her mother was having some plastic surgery done on a whim and taking he was taking a week in the big city closing up the refinancing of their county bank as well as talking real estate deals. She was told to contact her uncle the mayor if she had a problem that night and to take care of the younger kids until one of her two aunts showed up the next day.

Betty Jane May shook her head. It sounded just like her vain self-conscious mother to have plastic surgery done away from the gossips she ran with her at home. Still, what Betty Jane thought she had seen kept reappearing whenever she closed her eyes. Impossible! She said over and over again, eventually going to sleep.