Sporting III

It was still early and while usually cool at this hour Inge had been at it long enough to have worked up a sweat. It was quiet though, the rest wouldn’t filter in until later and by then she’d be mostly done. She didn’t want to overdo it though and letting the lat machine spring back picked up a towel and giving herself a critical look in the mirror moved over to the weight rack.

Hefting two twenties and settling onto the bench she reflected, not for the first time, that all this was certainly an improvement from the projects. It had been pretty tough back there especially for girls with her sexual orientation but being big and strong she’d usually been able to have it her way. She also seemed to have been born with a sexual attraction to physical violence that seemed to lend itself to fighting. Not that she’d needed that for encouragement, she’d actually liked it that way and since her older cousin Karen shared both her persuasion as well as her physical inclinations that had made it even better. In her teens they’d been inseparable to the point that if trouble in the way of a fight didn’t come looking for them they’d go looking for it but then as her cousin had gotten older she’d found other interests and when she’d moved away they’d lost touch, or at least until she’d rung her up and invited her to have dinner with her and her husband Paul.

That had really been the start of it, the better part of it she thought admiring her reflection in the mirror. Dinner had been at a high end restaurant and it had been like yesterday between her and Karen and Paul had not only attractive but also quite attentive. A successful businessman he traveled a lot and at first their conversations had centered around that but then it had drifted back to their time in the projects. He’d actually been the one to bring it up saying that Karen had told him about some of it and then he’d asked if she was still inclined to pursue that sort of thing. Of course it had taken her back but after a moments reflection she’d admitted that while the opportunity hadn’t presented itself for awhile she probably would if it did. That had caused Karen and he to share a knowing smile after which he’d said that Karen was still was too. In fact he’d added they both were and to the point that they’d involved themselves in a special social network that was organized around providing it. He’d described it as a type of “sport” fighting but as Karen had more accurately put it, it was actually more of an extreme fight club for adults. She’d found it all a bit overwhelming at first but the thought of it was exciting and when he’d asked if she’d like to attend one of the arrangements she’d accepted without any hesitation and very shortly thereafter the three of them had been on their way to where it was to take place. Exchanging the twenties for the next weight up she started a series of lateral lifts as she reflected back on that night.

With Paul driving Karen had described their most recent experience which had evolved into an arrangement between themselves and a black couple named Fred and Nicole. She’d gone first with Fred while Paul and Nicole had watched and then after putting him down the two of them had watched Nicole go with Paul. That one had gone to Nicole and in accordance with the groups informal rules a third fight between herself and Nicole was now in the process of being arranged to decide it. She’d become increasingly excited as she’d listened to her describe how it had all come about it and when they’d arrived at the old brownstone house where the evenings fight was to take place the three of them had quickly proceeded around the side and slipping through a cellar door joined those that were already there. Replacing the weights and giving her reflection another admiring glance recalled the rest of that evening.

There’d been about twenty five or so, mostly females of their sexual persuasion. Most had been coupled but there’d also been a few singles along with a few hetro couples and as for where it had taken place there hadn’t been that much to it. Just a corner of the basement squared off at twenty feet with some plastic construction netting strung between the walls and a post set in the middle of the floor. It had all been pretty utilitarian but the spectators while obviously hard core had been well dressed which had given it an air of rough formality, almost like a social event and when the two who would be fighting made their appearance they’d been met met with applause and shouts of encouragement giving it the atmosphere of a private sporting event. They’d both been big hard bodied types, one a blond the other a brunette, both wearing brief smocks and when they reached the pen each in show of mock graciousness had held down the netting for the other.

It had been surreal, almost beyond her imagination, the sight of the two big powerful fighting bitches obviously very much inclined toward doing what they were there for and when it was over and the brunette had finally staggered to her feet, her arms raised in victory, her previously unfocused inclinations had become a burning determination to experience it herself. Just thinking about it made her flush and conscious of a sudden shortness of breath she raised her arms in the symbol of victory as she vicariously appreciated how the brunette must have felt as she’d stood over the fallen blond. Still admiring her reflection staring back at her she reflected on just how much else had changed.

She now shared their townhouse and Paul had arranged a position for her at a fitness facility that he owned which catered to the more physically aggressive females of their sexual orientation and it had turned out to be an extremely good fit. Karen had been the manager and while they’d spent time reminiscing about their earlier experiences their conversations had inevitably turned to either her relationship with Paul or the reality of what they were involved in now. According to Karen when they’d been back in the projects they’d been just a few big, tough girls that had fought for status, turf or whatever and only later as they’d gotten older had they begun to develop an an appreciation of it’s sexual aspects. Now though, while their motivations were much the same, it had developed into something more like a blood sport similar in many respects to Cage Fighting except for the lack of rules or restrictions. They were also professionally recorded with the money generated along with a percentage of the wagers split between the fighters and the house where it took place. Something she could not only relate to but look forward to since now, no longer just a big but pudgy 5'11, she was a hard bodied 191 and turning her attention to her newly reconstructed reflection in the mirror struck a double biceps as she let herself imagine where she now wanted it to take her.

Of course with those that attended such arrangements being mostly females who shared their sexual orientation the inevitability of accidents had become more likely and considering the consequences a certain amount of discretion was now being exercised with each of the smaller groups that made up the broader fight club fitting out their own individual venues where the fights could be held without fear of detection. Which after watching the one at the brownstone and then Karen’s fight with Nicole she could relate to. That one had taken place in an unused room in the back of an old carpet warehouse that had been specifically fitted out for fighting and for her, watching as Karen had defeated Nicole had not only been a particularly satisfying experience but also another major turning point. It had also introduced her to Marla, Nicole’s sister, a female much like herself and with similar ambitions which had made the road forward from there only too obvious. She enjoyed thinking about that but that would be for another time, this was now and gathering her towel she moved to the corner where the computer driven video system was located.

While she’d gotten used to the reality of it with the internet providing a seemingly unending stream of biographical data of others with similar interests the overall implications of it still amazed her. It was all there graphically presented for others to peruse and contemplate and calling up the page with their particulars scrolled down to an image of Paul, Karen and herself each wearing tiger gloves and posing in provocatively minimal fighting pouches. They were also wearing masks as did most of those that published on the site and while doing so didn’t ensure complete anonymity it tended to direct the viewers attention to an individuals more pertinent physical characteristics. There were also some links and selecting one that showed a video clip of herself watched her image step through a posing routine. Another showed a segment of Karens fight with Nicole and still another of two females posed similarly to herself with a slender but voluptuous blond standing between them. They were the cousins and until recently they’d been involved in the underground fight scene in Eastern Europe or at least they had been until one of them had been the cause of an unfortunate accident after which they’d been only too happy to accept Paul’s invitation to join his hand picked staff half a world away. Both were hefty Germanic types with temperaments to match and not for the first time she had to admit Paul had a good eye for fighting women. The blond standing between them was Stacy who along with a degree in psychology had a more than professional interest in the unique physical and sexual proclivities of females of their sexual orientation. She was also well off and quite happy to contribute more than her share of the financial backing as well as some more personal rewards to the two who she presently favored. Karen considered her part of the cheering section but she and others like her were in some respects an equally important part of it. The next image was that of Shanon, a doctor specializing in sports medicine along with it’s performance enhancing nutritional supplements. She was also familiar with certain illicit “performance enhancing drugs” and a photo of her posing her impressively muscled six foot, two hundred and five pound figure suggested she was more than familiar with their use. There was also a link that opened a picture of her partner Pat, a black female who until her muscle mass and sexual inclinations had caught up with her had been a nationally known track star. She was also a total dyke with a natural inclination to fight just for the pleasure it gave her and as she clicked through the links that showed her posing her muscular figure for the camera she let herself imagine her as she’d be tonight. Experiencing a slight rush at the thought she selected the page of the group from which her opponent had been selected.

It opened with the image of four females, two white, two black and a black male all of whom were in most respects physically similar to themselves. They were also posed in a similar fashion with a short bio at the bottom of the page identifying the male as Emile and the older of the white females around whose waist he had his arm as Jerri. It indicated she was forty eight which would put her about ten years older than Shanon. It also said she operated a fitness facility similar to Paul’s. Two of the other females, sisters, were black and identified as Candy and Dandy while the younger of the two white females was standing between them was named Holli. A tall, pale blond with spiky reddish hair and the lean muscular physic of a long term body builder the note at the bottom of the page indicated she was five eleven and one eighty three while another said she was twenty nine with a record of three and one under similar circumstances. It also said she preferred interracial arrangements with either gender for at least four figures and that she was the niece of the older female, something that Inge somehow found less than plausible, not that it mattered. In any event she’d be the one that would be going with Pat tonight and taking a deep breath forced herself to relax as she turned her attention to the large circular structure that dominated the center of the room.

At twenty feet across it was specifically designed for what it was used for and she, Karen and the others from their group had all spent considerable time training in it. Of course the very fact that it was a fighting cage seemed to encourage aggression and more than a few of those sessions had degenerated into the more animalistic style of fighting that such a structure seemed to lend itself to. Which of course had just made those sessions all that more instructive and tonight with members of both groups serving as spectators there was every reason to think that their presence would only contribute to that. Of course she’d been present at the little get acquainted soiree Karen had sponsored and while there’d been an edginess about it that was to be expected. No bragging, boasting or challenges though, just ten or so females having a cocktail while they discussed the final details of what they were arranging for two of their number to do. Which was another thing for her to think about she guessed as she envisioned a similar discussion concerning herself and Marla. Not for now though and forcing it all from her mind she clicked off the video and moved to the lat machine. Another twenty minutes, a short run around the park and then some rest while she waited for the evening to arrive.

Sporting III, part #2

The late afternoon rain hadn’t cooled it off much. It was still hot and muggy and by the time all of their group had arrived most were already damp from the humidity and the closeness of the room. Not that it bothered anybody although as they went about with what passed for socializing at affairs such as this there was a certain prickliness about it. Which wasn’t unusual considering what they were there for but for now the minutes were dragging and with their impatience growing their attention was increasingly drawn to the roll-up door at the far end of the room. Still when the horn sounded out in the back alleyway it caught them by surprise. A pause, an exchange of a few speculative looks and then as the door started up they spread out in front of the cage to watch as those they’d been waiting for stepped into the light.

As expected there were five of them and as they paused under the doorway Inge knew they’d be counting the same as they were. Prudent, no surprises but then having assured themselves they stepped into the room and as the door descended behind them the silent contemplation of what they were all there for began. Finally stepping forward Karen broke the silence and pointing back to them reeled off their names. Paul, Inge and Stacy, the twins Kim and Cate and then Shanon and Pat then pausing she turned back and waited for them to do the same. After a moments hesitation Jerri stepped forward and as she said their name each nodded and raised an arm in acknowledgment. Again it was silent but then someone murmured “OK” and as both sides seemed to relax Emile produced a case with whatever concoctions they’d brought and began spreading them out on the table along the wall as the two sides began to mingle . Again the usual practice since it permitted a certain amount of creativity while ensuring that nothing got doctored which under the circumstances could be a real concern, especially when there was money involved. Shannon and Jerri would be taking care of that though and moving over to table and collecting a drink Inge began a speculative survey of the new arrivals.

With the exception of Holli and Emile the rest were wearing gym shorts, tank tops and scandals with Emile in bicycle shorts and running shoes and Holli just in a long tailed man’s shirt. They all shared the same hard bodied genetics though but with little left to talk about they remained somewhat at an edgy arms length while Shanon and Jerri finalized the remaining details. Which having been mostly been decided earlier didn’t take long and as they finished up and turned back to the rest Paul turned up the single light over the center of the cage and unlocked the door It was time and as Karen followed by Jerri and Holli and then Shannon and Pat entered it a low growl of anticipation began to rise from the spectators as they began spreading themselves around the outside of it. Raising her arm Karen announced.

“As has been agreed to this will be a no rounds fight to the finish. The cage will be locked ensuring that there will be no interruptions or interference and the door can only be opened from the inside with the key inside this envelope. ” Holding it above her head she added “which also contains the amount that’s been agreed on.” Reaching up and attaching it to a clip hanging from the center of the cage she turned to Jerri and Shannon and said. “Ladies, prepare your fighters.”

The room was silent as Pat and Holli turned to face each other but then as Shannon and Jerri moved to stand in back of them and slipped their shirts off there was another growl of anticipation. Except for their fluted ring booties both were naked and while Holli was maybe an inch taller both were equally wide shouldered and muscular and with their hands already taped it was left only to fit their masks and gloves. Intended to be worn as either a protective device while sparring or during actual fights the mask consisted of a rubber band like strap that circled the forehead with an extension that covered the eyes and the bridge of the nose and another strap at the back that connected to band the circled the neck protecting the throat Wearing it was optional but it provided some protection to the eyes and neck while at the same time serving to conceal the wearers identity from the video cams located around the perimeter of the cage. The gloves, white leather fingerless tiger gloves were next and then the astringent laced baby oil and as they raised their arms and spread their legs and Shanon and Jerri began slopping it on while the rest, mostly silent up to now began clustering closer and impatiently urging them to hurry. Finished they stepped back and amid increasingly vociferous cries of approval Karen again raised her arms and announced

“As usual in arrangements such as this the gloves have extra padding across the knuckles and the back of the hand and specially sown hard welted seams across their face.” Pausing and then looking around she extended her hand to Pat and continued. “In the interests of anonymity I give you Black Magic at 176" and then to Holli, “going against the White Fury at 183" and as a groan of approval mixed with nervous laughter erupted from the spectators she along with Jerri and Shannon slipped out of the cage and pulled the door shut behind them.

The room was silent after the door clicked shut but then as the spectators began re-arranging themselves the Fury stepped to the center of the cage and raising her arms slowly and provocatively pirouetted her superbly muscled body for their inspection. She was an impressive figure and as she completed her turn and stepping back began packing her fists in anticipation the Magic, dipping her head and with a sardonic smile of acknowledgment raised an arm and mimicked her performance. Even though she was the shorter of the two she appeared the physical equal of the blond but even before she’d finished her pirouette cries of “now, get it on” and other exclamations of encouragement began coming from the shadows and raising their fists the two of them began to cautiously circle each other in the center of the cage.

The Fury initiated the attack by suddenly lunging forward and swinging her right fist at Magic’s head but the black was able to duck beneath it and drive her right fist up into Fury’s belly then quickly muscling her back against the side of the cage she grasped two of the bars and with a savage yank pulled herself up and onto her while at the same time driving her knee up between her legs. Locked together they wrestled against the side until Fury was finally able to drive her right fist into the left side of Magic’s rib-cage then forcing her back she twisted away to the side and suddenly wheeling around moved back and catching Magic by surprise drove her right fist across the front of her face splitting her lower lip.

While largely ineffective it was first blood and as they sidled away from each other and then moved back to begin maneuvering for another opportunity both were a bit more cautious. This time it was Magic that found it. Suddenly leaping forward she clubbed Fury along the side of her head before quickly dropping back into a crouch. She was smiling though and as she backed away she was motioning for the Fury to come in for some more, which after a moments hesitation she did. Raising her left arm and thrusting it shield-like in front of her she launched herself into the black catching her by surprise and driving her right fist in an overhanded arc into the side of her mask. It forced Magic back against the side of the cage and confused by the impact she instinctively raised her arms to shield her breasts but the blond pressed in and wrapping her left arm around the back of her neck grasped one of the cage bars and began driving her right fist up into her lower belly and as Magic tried to leverage her hand against the side of her head and push her away she began hooking it up into the underside of her breasts.

With their mask-like headgear, gloves, their oiled bodies gleaming under the single light and the screams of encouragement and suggestions coming from the shadows Inge found the tableau reminiscent of two gladiatrix. She knew that the purpose of the gloves hard welted seams was intended to cut and abrade the skin which the astringent in the oil was intended to penetrate all of which would serve to raise their levels of aggression toward one another. Shanon had suggested that there were other ways to achieve the same results but most were traceable and none appreciably more effective than the doctored oil and as the Fury, her face now twisted in a snarl of raging hate brushed at the smear on her cheek Inge experienced a tightening sensation between her legs as she imagined the effect it would have on them. The room temperature also seemed to be rising and as she slipped the button on the front of her blouse and shrugged it back she noted that others were doing the same. It had been a moment of quick reflection but the movement in the center of the pen interrupted her train of thought and as the two big cats in the cage re-engaged in a furious exchange of fists all of her attention as well as that of the rest of the of the spectators quickly re-focused on them.

A looping right from the Fury had caught Magic’s nose sending a stream of blood coursing down over her mouth and chin while Magic managed to slice open a cut on Fury’s left breast causing the blood weeping down from it onto her belly to smear with her sweat giving her body a rosy tint. So focused were they on each other that neither seemed to pay any attention to it though and suddenly ducking under a high left jab from Magic Fury lunged forward and managed to dig a right into her ribs followed immediately with a left between her legs before Magic was able to clout her away with the back of her left hand. Inge noticed that aside from the slice on her breast, her lip and the blood smearing down across her breasts and belly Fury appeared relatively unscathed while Magic still had blood streaming from her ruptured lips and spreading across her breasts and belly. Her nose hadn’t stopped bleeding either and as she backed away from the advancing Fury for the first time she seemed uncertain. Not so the Fury and with a savage grin of anticipation she moved in after her, stalking her like a big cat and as the growls of approval from the shadows became louder she suddenly lunged forward into the Magic jabbing at her face and as she fell back she hooked a right into the side of her head.

A thin layer of smoke was beginning to drift over the cage and as Inge unconsciously let her finger caress the taunt fabric covering her increasingly sensitive mons she was suddenly conscious of the aroma of cannabis wafting through the room. Smiling as she recalled Karen describing it’s inevitable effect she took a deep breath of it and looking around for the source determined to sample it herself. It turned out to be Stacy now only a few feet away, the joint in her fingers on one hand while the fingers of her other were buried in the front of Paul’s gym shorts. Noting that between Stacy’s hand, the joint and the two cats in the cage it was having it’s predictable effect she slipped her hand up the back of Stacy’s neck and holding her mouth against her lips extracted the joint from her fingers before focusing her attention back onto the two in the cage.
Both were breathing heavily each wiping sweat from their face with the back of their hands as they cautiously circled around each other. The blood from Fury’s lip seemed to have stopped for the moment but it appeared noticeably swollen and distorted while that from Magic’s nose and mouth had slowed to a trickle. There was still more than a smear of it spreading between her legs though. Not that it appeared to bother either of them and as they continued to circle each other in the center of the cage with their blood and sweat mixing together and smearing across their bodies Inge thought they looked fantastic. Big, powerful females, females like herself who reveled in the pure savagery of fighting with their only thought to physically dominate and then destroy the other. It was her kind of sport, if that’s what it was to be called and letting her fingers slide over her swollen and throbbing mound glanced around the cage as she judged the reaction of the others.

The two sisters and two cousins who up to now appeared to be having a less physical but no less antagonistic debate were clumped together a few feet away and Paul, his gym shorts now on the floor had Stacy pressed up against the side of the cage furiously thrusting his engorged cock into her while Emile was wrestling Karen against the side of the cage as he prepared to do the same to her. Shannon and Jerri, still at arms length, were suggestions and instructions to the two in the cage calling while Inge, her hand unconsciously stroking her breast, had no focused thoughts as the surveyed the tableau. She’d never known anything that excited her like this, not even the night at the townhouse and taking another hit on the joint felt a momentary flash of impatience for the fighting to resume again.

The two in the cage were impatient too, particularly Magic and lunging into Fury she slammed her back against the side and then as they rebounded away wrestled her to the floor and quickly sprawled her body down beside her.

Slamming her left arm across her throat she wrenched her head back beneath her arm trapping it under her shoulder and pulling her under her drove her right fist into her belly and then as the blond began heaving and struggling beneath her wrapped her legs around her right thigh and tightening her arm arched her back up and across her left knee. It effectively trapped Fury’s right arm behind her and lowering her head to avoid her wildly flaying left she wrenched her neck even tighter beneath her arm and began clawing the fingers of her right hand into Fury’s exposed labia. Pausing, then squeezing her neck even tighter she dug her fingers into her crotch then looking up at Jerri laughed as she began raking her nails across her belly. A pause, another snarling laugh then still watching Jerri she wrapped her legs even tighter around the blonds right thigh and spreading her legs hooked her right fist up into her cunt to cries of “cunt her again” along with screams of fury or encouragement from the others. It elicited a muffled gurgle of fear came from beneath her shoulder as she wrenched her neck up even further and began to roll to her left as she prepared to break it. Outside of the cage Jerri was frantically trying to pry the door open while Shanon was screaming for her to do it and considering the intensity the expression on Magic’s face Inge suspected she might and with only a bit more leverage might have except as she tried to bend the Fury’s back even further over her knee the blond managed to wrench her right leg free and twisting to her right pushed the Magic onto her back.

Inge was suddenly lost in the pandemonium rising from around the cage. Scarcely breathing, the joint forgotten she pressed against the cage as the Fury with her arms now free struggled to pry Magic’s which were still wrapped around her neck. Rolling herself over and onto her she pushed herself up on her hands and knees and with Magic’s left arm still around her neck head butted her in the face. Pausing both considered their next move then Fury, still crouched on her hands and knees above Magic gave a violent heave and as Magic’s arm slipped from her neck she scrambled awkwardly to her feet and shaking her head staggered away to the side of the cage. Magic was slower to rise, first rolling to her belly and then pushing up on all fours before regaining her feet while Fury watching apprehensively from the far side of the cage massaged her throat. It was a brief interlude but then as Fury began sidling away along the side a now smiling Magic raised her fists in front of her face and moved to block off her retreat. Staying more to the center she maneuvered herself closer but then as Fury suddenly darted to her left she lunged at her hooking a left into her chest then driving a right into her kidneys before the blond was able to stumble away. Lunging after her she tried to do it again but Fury, her back to the side of the cage managed to drive her right fist into Magic’s left side and then as she stumbled past she brought her right forearm down across the back of her neck before backing away. Furious the black wheeled around, her right hand on the back of her neck but as she started to lower it Fury stepped forward and hooked her right into the left side of her head and then lunging into her drove her left elbow into her mouth.

Both were now almost blinded by their oily sweat it was only left for Magic to wrap her arms around the blond and try to wrestle her against the side but with the blood streaming from her face covering both of them she couldn’t quite hold her and as Fury pushed her away she raised her forearms in front of her face and stumbled back. The slickness of their bodies was having the same effect on the Fury though and as she paused to wipe at her face Magic abandoning any semblance of caution charged at her swinging her left up into her right breast then quickly following it with a hard right jab to the front of her face. Again they locked up driving their knees at random up into each other’s crotch’s as they staggered around the cage until finally Magic was able to force the Fury back against the side of the cage and breaking loose from her arms began driving her fists blindly into her head and upper body as they stumbled along the side. The Fury did her best to cover up but a wild shot to her jaw stunned her and sensing her sudden vulnerability Magic stepped back and taking her measure hooked a right into the left side of her head and as she stumbled and slumped forward she hooked her left fist into the right side of her jaw.

The force of the blow spun her around, it was obvious that it was over and as she slumped to the floor Magic stepped astride her and raising her arms in the symbolic sign of victory accepted the enthusiastic cries of approval coming from the shadows . It was finished and as Jerri, still struggling furiously with the door and Shanon standing beside her screaming her approval Magic reached down and grasping the blonds wrists positioned her head only a few feet from the cages door then still standing defiantly above her, her hands on her hips, she smiled at the now sobbing Jerri and as the Fury began to stir she settled herself sown on her chest and placing a knee on either arm deliberately positioned her head between her legs. It was time, time for the final retribution and as Jerri’s keening cries for mercy turned to sobs of frustration cries of “do it, do it to her now, finish her” began coming from the shadows and Magic, gleefully and with an obvious and savage satisfaction drove her right fist into the blonds face. Looking up to savor their reaction, her yes still locked on Jerri’s, she did it again and then pulling the now unconscious blonds head up between her legs she let her spend wash down across her face as wild pandemonium reigned throughout the room. It was over and as her supporters began enthusiastically rattling the bars of the cage to express their approval she rose unsteadily to her feet extracting the key from the envelope unlocked the door and welcomed Shanon into her arms.