Rhonda IV.1

The Pit Bitch’s

Almost there she thought as Eve turned down another darkened street. And still raining although that wouldn’t effect things. In a way it even seemed to make it better and as they pulled into an empty parking spot and killed the engine they exchanged a quick look of anticipation and drawing their hoods a bit closer eased themselves out of the car and began making their way around the scattered puddles to an old and abandoned dinner house across the street. Slipping in under the tattered awning Eve pressed a buzzer and as the door opened the two of them stepped into the dimly lit interior.

It was warmer inside and the old entrance lobby they found themselves in appeared to have been somewhat refurbished. Not that it made any difference and exchanging their hoodies for a pair of numbered placards they made their way down a long hall to what had apparently been the main room. It too seemed to have received some recent attention although for the most part her attention was focused more on the occupants. Mostly females and mostly of their sexual orientation but all of them obviously attracted to the certain types of blood sports that would soon be taking place there and making their way around a pit like structure in the center of the room. Reaching one of the low platforms that surrounded it they appropriated an old sofa and settling themselves into it began a cursory examination of their surroundings. .

Except for the pit the room didn’t seem to be all that different from what it might have been back then she thought although of course this wasn’t going to be like back then. Tonight it would be the host for a trip even further into her developing world of violent lesbianism and slipping her arm around Eve’s shoulders she silently began assessing the physical characteristics of the sisters lounging around what was obviously where the fighting they had come to see would take place.

With the exception of some of the less well constructed females, commonly referred to as Debutantes that were circulating among them they were the usual hard bodied “Dykish” types that frequented the underground arena’s where the more formalized type of female fighting increasingly took place. Not that they were much different from those in attendance at the place where Jack had taken her to see the no holds barred fight between a female and a male. That had been her introduction to the more organized side of underground fighting and in all respects it had been what opened the door to a future she could only have imagined.

Of course he’d known of her interest in such things before. She’d always been big and solidly built and like some others of her persuasion found the physical violence of fighting exciting but the raw violence of it that night seemed to have amplified the sexual element of it into a life changing experience and when it was over and he’d asked her to accompany him home to talk about it she had and as it turned out she’d never left. And it had during the talking about it that he’s confided that he not only supported it but also participated in the “sport fighting” scene and when he’d suggested she might wish to consider it there’d been no question about how she’d respond.

It also hadn’t taken her long to realize that her size and weight wouldn’t carry her through it like it had in the past but aside from being big and physically aggressive she’d also been blessed with a more masculine musculature and with Jack being a good enough coach and a background in weight training along with a working knowledge of some of the more unique dietary and hormonal supplements they’d transformed her five eleven and almost one hundred and eighty pound body into something that professional body builders were inclined to notice. Of course the objective had always been to prepare her for a fight under similar circumstances and in due course when he thought she was ready he’d made the arrangements. It had been with Stacy, the blond who’d been seated at the table next to theirs on that first night and it had taken place at a remote private estate called the Mansion which hosted such events. This time however it had been Eve who’d been the face in the crowd screaming advice and encouragement and afterward, as if Jack had planned it that way, she’d been the one that had accompanied both of them back to the condo and like herself never left.

That had been the other part of it, the really better part and while Jack hadn’t been excluded the relationship that had developed between herself and Eve had naturally become more exclusive as she’d guided her even further into her expanding world of violent lesbianism and it’s ultimate expression in the increasingly lucrative underground female fighting circuit. Which as it turned out was something she’d not only related too but enthusiastically embraced. And there’d been a lot about that part of it to embrace she thought as she reflected on their tours through the semi underground female muscle clubs where impromptu arrangements provided entertainment while refining the attitude and talent. They’d also been where she’d been introduced to the exclusive, almost cocoon like social environment that nurtured the deliberately antagonistic relationships that formed the basis of what they were all about. Chuckling to herself she thought that all things considered it had been a most satisfactory trip and toying gently with her companion’s ear settled further into her seat and turned her attention to an examination of the rest of the room.

She assumed that the circular area in the middle of it had once been the dance floor although now the focal point was the large bowel like excavation in it’s center. About twenty feet across she guessed and indented about two feet below the level of the old floor it was surrounded by a four foot wall giving it an effective depth of about six feet.. As for the platforms that surrounded it, one of which they were seated on, they were constructed somewhat like wide stairs and supported an assortment of chairs and sofa’s with the uppermost one subdivided into private boxlike accommodations. There were also some TV cameras mounted along the ceiling and the thought occurred to her that in some respects it wasn’t all that different from a regular sporting arena. Eve, as if anticipating her question leaned closer and murmured.

The box’s offer additional privacy for those that want it and the camera’s are part of a hook up that provides a live feed of the pit to the remote subscribers as well as the ability to compare our on-line biographical data with our placard numbers.” .

“Very sophisticated” murmured Rhonda. “Sorta like browsing through a catalog of Dykes that like to fight isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” replied Eve and then as a carnal look of pleasurable anticipation crossed her face she added. On-line shopping at it’s best and since many of the subscribers are wealthy females with inclinations very much like our own they know what they’re looking for both as playthings in the boudoir or as their personal representatives in the pits.”

“Which would be a way for them to earn their keep I guess” muttered Rhonda then “About how much “keep” is usually riding on it?”

“Well” murmured Eve. “About ten G’s to get in with half to the house and the rest to the winner. The remote system is also interactive which lets the subscribers bet on the outcome and the winner gets half of that too.”

After a moments reflection Rhonda laughed and then playfully circling her arm around Eve’s neck began nibbling at her ear as she murmured “So what do you think this one will be worth?”

“Hard to say” replied Eve a bit breathlessly then pointing up to a small electronic tote board nestled up among the cameras added. “According to that thirty maybe forty thousand I’d think.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda almost to herself but as she was about to ask another question an older female wearing very brief shorts and an abbreviated muscle tee emerged from a doorway and as she began making her way around the pit Eve murmured. “That’s “Sara,.” Lady Sara, she’s the fight mistress.”

“Looks like she’s also a player” muttered Rhonda watching her slide aside the entranceway and descend to the floor of the pit..

“Yeah, and she pretty much likes it either way” replied Eve then softly running her hands along her thighs added “and in or out of it she’s an awesomely vicious bitch to deal with.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda almost to herself then as the lady, apparently satisfied with her inspection raised her arms to get their attention and with a suddenly amplified voice announced. “Welcome to an evening with the fighting bitches” and then with a short giggle, “And now with the doors locked and the recording systems on it’s time to bring them in.”

Her announcement was met with a bit of self conscious laughter along with a few raucous cries of impatience but then as three pairs of females emerged from the doorway and began making their way along the wall surrounding the pit the spectators response became a roar of enthusiastic approval. It caused Rhonda a quick intake of breath. Three of them, a blond, a black and an Hispanic, each wearing hooded, sleeveless, thigh length robes, small rubberized masks that covered the eyes and the bridge of the nose and bag gloves were obviously prepared for what they were there for while the other three, presumably their seconds, were attired in tight low cut pants and muscle tee’s although noting their arms entwined around each other’s waists she assumed that they shared more of a relationship than that. Reaching the entranceway each couple exchanged a kiss and then surrendering their robes the fighters stepped down to join Lady Sara in the pit. Pausing for the clamor to die down she raised her arms and announced

“Our first arrangement will pit each against each other in a one round, no rules winner take all interracial brawl which with the usual split of the remote betting pool has pushed the winners take into six figures.” Pausing to let the excited exclamations of the spectators subside she pointed to the blond and announced. “I give you Bela submitted by subscriber seven” and then to the black, “Flo by number fourteen” and to the Hispanic, “and Luisa by number three.” There was a pause for a moment and then as the expressions of approval from the spectators changed to enthusiastic cries of anticipation each raised an arm in a salute to the galleries then pumping their fists above their heads began strutting proudly along the perimeter of the pit aggressively displaying their physical assets for the spectators titillation. .

Tightening her arm around Eve’s shoulders Rhonda noted that they were indeed impressive physical assets. Aside from being physically big and well proportioned each had the hard bodied musculature usually associated with those that participated in the more vicious forms of underground fighting. They were also about 180 she guessed and with the half soled wedgies they were wearing around six feet tall. As for the rest of it just modified bag gloves which left the finger tips and thumbs free, minuscule semi transparent pouch’s drawn tightly up over their crotch’s and a miscellaneous assortment of body art with the blond sporting a depiction of the Medusa’s head sprouting from her crotch, the black a selection of psychedelic symbols and spiders and the Hispanic with some multi colored bands around her upper arms, thighs and ankles. They were also heavily oiled which tended to highlight it along with the residual evidence of previous arrangements and snuggling closer to Eve she murmured.

“Rather well equipped for this aren’t they” murmured Rhonda as she admired their broad shoulders, short thick necks and powerful, well developed arms?

“Yeah” replied Eve “But it’s tougher than what comes down at places like the Mansion. It’s more local there, an individual more sporting kind of thing while here it’s more extreme by design, there are no rules, limits or consequences and the emphasis
is on the physical and psychological characteristics that are needed for survival.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda and nodding to the dark splotches staining the pads that covered the interior of the pit. “Sort of like Pit Bulls aren’t we?”

“Yeah” replied Eve evenly then adding with a short laugh “Or Bull Dykes.”
For Rhonda it seemed to connect the last remaining thread. Pit Bulls might describe it but Bull Dykes described it better. She also knew she was more than OK with it and squeezing her arm even tighter around Eve’s neck mumbled almost to herself.
“What happens if one of them actually tries to kill the other” to which Eve replied, “pretty much depends on just how successful she is I guess.”
The lights in the rest of the room had been darkened leaving only a single shaded source over the center of the pit and as Rhonda settled back into the couch the Lady raised her arm and looking at the three arrayed around her asked
“Are you ready” and as each nodded their reply and began backing away she gave a last
glance up at the spectators and with a cry of “Do it!!” began climbing back out of the pit.
It prompted a low guttural moan of anticipation from the shadows but the response from the three left facing each other was almost casual. After a few moments though Bela stepped away from the side and raising her fists began sidling over toward Flo while the Luisa, seemingly waiting for an opening, began moving more toward the center. As for Flo, except for raising her fists and turning to face the approaching Bela she remained pretty much where she was.
Casting a quick glance at Luisa Bela suddenly seized the initiative and lunging into Flo drove a right at her head and as she twisted away crowded in hooking her left into her right side. It caused the black to lower her right elbow and as she raised her left forearm to cover her face the blonds weight carried them both back against the side. Rhonda thought she’d try to press her but wary of Luisa’s last position she backed away and turning to face her swung to her left just in time to block a left cross that the Hispanic was driving at her head. She’d over extended herself though, leaving her body open and quickly crouching down beneath her arm the blond drove her right fist into the left side of her belly then quickly straightening up and twisting to the right she lifted her left knee up into her crotch before backing away.

The electronically enhanced sound of her knee driving into Luisa’s pubic bone coupled with her outraged scream of pain seemed to fill the room and caused another groan, almost a growl of approval from the spectators a few of which had begun moving to stand along the side. Several of the house girls were also taking drink orders and again Rhonda was struck by how much like a regular sporting event it appeared to be. Of course the reality of it was that it wasn’t and slipping her fingers around Eve’s wrist and taking a deep breath pulled her hand onto her increasingly slippery crouch.
“Fucking fantastic” she muttered and as Eve’s other hand slipped the joint between her lips added “no restrictions no interference” and taking a heavy hit added with obvious relish, “and just the way it should be.”
“Yeah” replied Eve “and the real rock and roll is pretty much just getting started.”
“Marvelous” mumbled Rhonda conscious of a sensual sense of anticipation beginning to well up within her. She’d never felt more comfortable with her outsized physical presence or newly formed ambitions and noting the dirty brown splotches staining the canvas lining of the pit muttered with a renewed sense of satisfaction . “It’s almost seems like a Gladiatrix game in ancient Rome.”
“Yes” murmured Eve softly but with obvious relish “and sometimes, just like them they have the same consequences.”
Neither said anything, both content to let the joint flavor their thoughts but then suddenly stepping forward the black began jabbing at the blond and the focus of their attention was returned to the pit. The punch’s were sloppy though, easily deflected but now as Luisa began closing in on her left the blond had two to contend with and keeping Flo to her right and Luisa in front of her she began backing away along the side .
To Rhonda it appeared that at least temporarily the alliance had shifted and as the mex suddenly lunged forward forcing her back into the side the black danced in closer driving her right into her belly then raising her left arm a clubbing blow with the side of her hand to the back of the blond’s neck. It doubled her over and as she clasped her right hand to her gut the mex hooked her right fist into the left side of her head presenting the black with an opportunity to hook another right into her right breast before quickly twisting out of the mex’s range.
Now, at least temporarily, they were only two of them and determined to make the best of it they began maneuvering themselves back toward the center of the pit as the electronically enhanced sound of their fists along with their grunts and curses began swelling throughout the room. To Rhonda it seemed as if the black had the more finesse, her punches seemed to be more accurate while Luisa, perhaps relying on a perceived weight advantage seemed content to bull in and try to overpower her with whatever she could get through and although it left her bleeding from the nose and mouth it still seemed pretty even. Finally she got through the blacks defense though delivering a sledge hammer blow to the left side of her head and as she stumbled to the side a hard left hook into her right breast that dropped her to her knees.
This time the roar of approval was more partisan and as she took a spread eagled stand above her Rhonda thought she’d probably try to finish her but the moment passed and pushing herself away from the floor Flo lurched out from beneath her and as the spectators screamed advice regained her feet and stumbled away across the pit.
Rhonda thought she’d probably follow but the blond was also back on her feet circling closer to the side and it forced her back away toward the center. Both were bleeding from the nose and mouth and as they began maneuvering around the other they exchanged a series of feints followed by several short powerful jabs each eliciting amplified grunts and curses as they scored increasingly hard punches to the head and upper body.
By now blood smearing with their sweat was giving the blond’s body a pinkish sheen. Still, even with her left eye beginning to swell and a large gash open and bleeding on her right breast it didn’t seem to be bothering her. Of course as the eye closed it would be another matter and it was obvious to Rhonda that was what was driving Luisa to finish her before turning back to Flo. She also noticed the blond still seemed to leave herself open which apparently hadn’t escaped Luisa’s attention and as she drove a misdirected punch at Luisa’s head she slipped it across her shoulder and ducking down and crowding in drove her right fist into her belly while forcing her back against the side with her body.
This time it was obvious, she wanted to finish her and instead of pausing to savor it as she had with the black she buried her face in the blonds breasts and with a sudden upward motion slammed the top of her head into her chin and as she slumped back against the side she wedged her left forearm across the front of her neck and began driving her right fist into her belly and breasts. Fascinated Rhonda watched the slabs of her shoulder muscles bunch together as the sound of her fists driving into the flesh of the blonds body were amplified throughout the room. She had her bleeding freely now both from her face her body and a fine spray of blood, sweat and snot was beginning to slime them both. On the other side of the pit Flo, watching up to now, wiped the back of her glove across her eyes and pushing herself away from the side began moving toward them It caused another outcry from the spectators, partly a roar of approval but there were also some cries of alarm and as she closed with the mex a few more left their seats to cluster along the side. Their cries of encouragement or alarm were also being picked up by the directional mics and as she wrapped her left arm around Luisa’s neck and twisted her around to face the blond the screams of the spectators began filling the room with noise. Quickly struggling to hold her steady she of wrestled Luisa’s arms back into a brace and turning her to face the blond set herself as the blond began furiously driving her fists into her at will.
Eve’s grunt of satisfaction mirrored her own feelings and letting her teeth gently nibble at her companions ear she murmured
“It would appear as if they’ve decided that for now she’s the odd one out.”
“Yeah” replied Eve twisting her head slightly to accommodate her teeth. ”They’ll try take her out before they get back to each other.”
Rhonda didn’t reply but as she watched them thrash around below her it didn’t seem as if Luisa was finished and as she aimed a weak kick at the blond while trying to twist away from Flo the three of them went staggering across the floor with the blond still fisting savagely into her belly and breasts. To the spectators it appeared as if they’d finish her but as the blond shot a wild jab at Luisa’s head she twisted it to the side exposing the blacks face to it’s full impact.
The amplified sound of her fist slamming into her face blended with the cries of the spectators as the blond’s momentum carried the three of them crashing to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs and while it seemed a reprieve for Luisa b she landed only partially on top of the black and as she struggled to extricate herself the blond hunched herself over on top of both and straddling them with her thighs looked up at the faces of those crowded around the side above her. The sight of her big, seemingly victorious Teutonic body astride the other two brought a roar of approval from the spectators and as more of them joined those already clustered along the side. the blond, a look of lusty pleasure on her ruined face begin driving her fists into Luisa’s face and body. It told them everything they needed to know. She was enjoying it, taking an obviously savage pleasure in doing it and as Flo wrenched her left arm free from under the mex’s body and grasped her head to hold it steady she along with Eve and joined those along the side screaming their approval. It was raw and primitive, fighting at it’s best and when the blond, taking advantage of Flo’s partial immobility, smashed her left fist down into her face she screamed her approval for that too.
Luisa, her arms now lying limply on her side was no longer struggling and as the blond paused to reposition her body and regain her breath Flo, with a sudden thrust of her body managed to wiggle free and roll away. It was a dramatic tableau, Luisa apparently finished, the blond pushing herself up and away from her and as Flo slowly regained her feet on the far side of the pit Rhonda and Eve along with most of the rest began screaming their approval.
Now there were truly only two but as the blond steadied herself against the side it appeared as if she was pretty much finished too and apparently sensing it Flo balled her fists and lowering her head charged directly into her. Smashing her head up into her chin she drove her right fist into her left side and as the blond began clawing at her face she delivered a series of short heavy body punches followed by a solid right to the left side of her head and she swivelled slightly she lifted her left knee up into her other side.
Flo knew it was over before the spectators and now with Bela and Luisa laying where they’d fallen, both sprawled in smears of blood and sweat she turned and looking up at the facesf the spectators arrayed around her raised her arms in a sign of victory and then with a victorious shout began strutting along the side the pit as a. spontaneous roar of approval began welling up from above her.
For Rhonda it was over to soon, she hadn’t been ready for it to end and still breathing roughly from the excitement of it she tightened her arm around Eve’s neck murmured.
“I gotta think I’d do it, hell, I’d probably do it just to do it?”
“Yeah, I think we both would” responded Eve then slipping her arm around Rhonda’s shoulders then as she began to stroke the tightly grooved crease between her legs she added.”and since we both know we’d do it I’m pretty sure the next one will be even more of where we’re at with it.”
Smiling as she reflected on what Eve had said Rhonda settled back into her seat and forced herself to relax. She could wait just not too long. It had been cruel and brutal, extreme beyond anything she’d experienced and while she’d had some concern about how she’d react it the fact that the experience had left her with her nipples tingling and the sense of her clit swelling from within it’s sheath was more than enough to tell her that it had been even more satisfying than her experience at the Mansion. Compared to this that had been where amateurs such as herself received their first raw taste of it but this was where the true aficionados of the sport could experience it at it’s most raw and unforgiving best. Slowly massaging the thin silk covering her increasingly swollen sex she unconsciously let her tongue slick across her lips as she let her imagination begin to picture what probably lay ahead.