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 3 – Bathroom Championship by Mr. Cage (comments at MrCageFight@yahoo.com)

Her dreams of fighting in the underground barn battles the summer before her senior year did not work out for Betty Jane May. Within a week of watching the special stakes fight with the woman who looked like her mother, as impossible as that might be, her father’s sister took her on her dad’s instruction on a European Tour. Luckily her aunt was only ten years older than her and a bit of drunken slut. Betty Jane managed to fuck in a nine countries, finishing with a spectacular month long fuck festival on some Greek Island that she couldn’t pronounce or spell. The two of them got kicked out of a dozen nightclubs for getting into brief fights with other women. Foreign women were such cunts. They said their civilization was thousands of years old. Well in Betty Jane’s opinion that gave them plenty of time to learn English, ignorant fuckers.

Her parents business seemed humming along when she got back. Whatever financial difficulties plagued them before she left had definitely been rectified. They were putting up the May Shopping Mall just outside town on one of the farms they had taken in foreclosure at the start of the financial crisis. Daddy had bought her a new car, a big fucking red Escalade to replace her reliable tank of used pickup truck. When she asked him what kind of mileage it got in front of her drunk as shit Uncle Bob he answered, “Who gives a fuck?”

Getting back the week before school started she called Ms. Jacobs to see about the fights. The old bitch told her that until she had passed her eighteenth birthday and graduated her school she couldn’t come to the Black-White nights without a male sponsor, her father as legal guardian. And further, since Betty Jane happened to be a local celebrity fighting in public was out of the question. Angry, she thought the old bitty had gone back on her word. Ms. Jacobs assured her that private fights were alright, but only with other fighters who already knew about the barn fights. In other words, if she was going to fight her school rivals she would have to do it in the school bathroom like before.

She was 29-1-4 in the GBFC, Girl’s Bathroom Fight Club, 10-0 in street fights and 1-0 in barn fights. The GBFC held its meetings in the exclusive Dayton County Girls Day School. They sometimes fought girls from the public Dayton County Marcus Memorial High School. Both places of course had a zero violence policy. But now that she had whipped Ms. Jacob’s in a barn fight and had learned the truth about the principal’s secret life the GBFC no longer had to fear discovery. She had saved the GBFC and the seventy-five girls caught in the dragnet that had entangled them after the discovery of last year’s final fight. She still ran the club, minus twenty graduated seniors and plus thirty new girls. If she couldn’t take them to the barn she’d take them to the bathroom, old school style.

Betty Jane had come back from Greece with the deepest of summer tans. All the swimming and beach running had combined with the food and drink to put on some extra pounds, all of it solid. She was still 5’10’’, but now tipped the scales at a very hard 155 strong lean pounds. Her summer cut blonde hair was even lighter than normal. Her tits were still 38C’s but they threatened to pop her bras. Her waist stayed the same but her hips had added an inch but her ass remained high and hard. She even had ridges in her thigh muscles now. So she had a proud, firm strong body of 38C+ 28 35. 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 she had more than tripled the number of cocks and double the number of girls she had fucked. Her cunt remained tight and juicy with thin ridges for cunt lips and a leathery prominent clit hood do to all the abuse it took from her masturbation and the sucking.

Betty Jane held the title Queen Bitch and as such could only be challenged by the ten highest ranked fighters: number of fights won divided by number of fights fought times seventy-fifty percent if you had less than fifteen fights for rising seniors or fifty-percent if you had less than ten fights no matter what grade. Of course there was the natural challenger, Tanisha Zee Williams.

Tanisha had a 20-0-5record and had been angling for a fight with the big blonde since Betty May had driven her older cousin’s face into the edge of the toilet splitting open her eyebrow and knocking her out to win a fight that the blonde had been losing for seven minutes out of seven minutes and ten seconds. Another scholarship student in a Day School that had gotten its start all-white thirty years earlier Tanisha couldn’t stand the white bitch or the fact that she had beaten six black girls in three years, beaten them badly and then humiliated them making them lick her pussy and ass while taunting them racially. Queen was not an elected title or even a winnable title. It was granted to the best upcoming senior or junior by the outgoing queen. Blonde Barbie Boobs had effectively held the title for a year and now would hold it win or lose through her senior year unless Tanisha so humiliated her she gave up fighting.

Tanisha left a message on the GBFC members’ page under Betty Jane’s page: “Okay, no more running you fucking white cunt. This is an open challenge to fight me one on one, no rules, bra and panties in the handicapped stall. Don’t put this off cunt or I’ll jump you in the halls.”

Betty Jane didn’t have a chance to find the message herself because twenty or so girls came up to her and told her about it. She had planned to start the fights with a battle with Tanisha as soon as things settled in, but why wait.

She posted under Tanisha’s picture: “Fuck you nigger. How about today during the lunch break? You bring five witnesses and I’ll bring five. Everyone else is barred. Silence rule in force so you bitches keep your fucking mouths shut. And freshman watch team one is officially called to duty.”

Shortly the acceptance posted: “You’re on Barbie Boobs. I’m going to enjoy your tongue in my asshole. You know you just ‘niggered’ the wrong black woman, Cracker Barbie.”

Betty Jane and her five supporters arrived ahead of time. The assigned freshmen members set up with cell phones to warn of any approaching interference. Tanisha showed up with three black girls and two Rainbow Coalition dykes, white girls that followed the black girls around like puppies wanting to be petted. The two groups glared at each other, but as was the custom kept their comments to themselves. One of the security rules required silence from the spectators. It was tough to keep from shouting and the occasional gasp or whispered “yes” might be excused but a loud shout of support got you kicked out of the room and banned as a spectator for at least a month.

Betty Jane and Tanisha stood less than an arms length away as they undressed, stripping down to bra and panties: red half bra and red thong for Betty Jane and white full bra and bikini white briefs for Tanisha. The girls murmured their surprise at Betty Jane’s deep dark all over tan and even firmer body. Tanisha noted it too.

The black girl stood 5’9’’ and weighed 170-ish pounds she was a thick, top heavy and bottom heavy black girl. She played a very rough left forward on the basketball team. Betty Jane played the other forward and a six foot beanpole struggled along as senior. Tanisha was the best player of course and she didn’t waste her time playing other sports like the white bitch did: softball, soccer and field hockey. She might be a little heavy, but she had good wind and she figured she was stronger than Barbie Boobs.

Her breasts were fat 40E balls on her chest held up by broad bases and thick shoulders. Her belly was softer than the white girl’s and formed a slight pouch over her tight panty line. Her legs didn’t dimple but they showed nothing of the strong muscles under her flesh. Her huge, long, thick nipples raised little tents through her sturdy bra. She had stopped wearing concealing pads when she started school here since tits and nipples were one of the ways the girls established dominance in the hallways. She had large baseball sized aureole that were raised and bumpy, but softer than the hard tiny ones the white girl sported. And she had seen the white girl naked and been seen naked by her. For the fight Tanisha had shaved her hairy mound exposing her fat, hanging fleshy pussy lips. The white girl had nothing but her pink hole. Maybe white boys like those lipless cunts and tiny asses, but she was proud to be all woman and didn’t care if her panties showed her deep cleft. Like the blonde her hair was cut short, maybe five inches if pulled out straight from her tight bushy helmet cut.

They entered the large handicapped stall: sink, rails, high toilet, with ample floor space for three or four stalls. They had no wheelchairs in the school, never had, but every bathroom waited just in case they trustees found a cripple that wanted a scholarship so they could be diverse. Betty Jane found the hypocrisy laughable. Tanisha a scholarship student that no one ever bothered to teach even after a committee had recruited like a prize piece of meat found it insulting. The adult world was full of liars and fools. Both girls preferred the honesty of a fist fight in a bathroom to all the bromides they were served by teachers. And the handicap codes provided them an excellent arena.

The timekeeper said, “You got twenty minutes to settle it starting now!”

Both swung their right fists without warning, ducking their heads and hooking their right hands behind the others back. Almost immediately the right hands grabbed hair and the left hands started throwing blind uppercuts up into each others’ faces. They ended up bent over their asses bouncing into the walls and door. The start was typical for these fights in that straight fist work seldom lasted long.

Betty Jane felt the black bitch’s fist smacking her face and tits again and again. She was doing the same. The fat pig could push her around like this. The next time her left came up to hit the bra she grabbed it and yanked it up letting the fat black udders hang down. They were like round basketballs in the cups, but when out the weight caused them to hang and swing by their broad based neck. No matter how many times tits and pussy got exposed in these fights nine out of ten girls always hesitated and worried about their privates being on display. Unfortunately, Tanisha just smashed a hard blind left up into Betty Jane’s mouth, splitting her lower lip.

The blonde’s ass hit the left wall. She could hear the girls above her in the next stall. They always dragged the couch and two garbage cans into place to add to the standing area provided by toilets, paper dispensers, etc. The murmuring was about even if not slightly tilted in worry for the blonde. If the black bitch didn’t mind her udders swinging free maybe she’d mine a little tit mauling. Betty Jane rotated her hand and grabbed the nipple area of the hanging right tit, squeezed it into her fist like it was a mud ball then twisted and jerked it down.

“Fucking pussy bitch!” moaned Tanisha as the white whore started fighting like a white pussy. She tried to shrug her shoulder and free her tit, but the bitch’s manicured nails were already sawing at her fat aureole and nipples. She backed away stretching her tit out increasing the pain. Furious, she tried to stand up straight and drive a knee into the white girl’s nasty cunt. She missed and staggered backwards.

Suddenly Betty Jane could move off the wall. She straightened almost to standing letting go of the kinky black hair and freeing her right fist to smash Tanisha on her broad nose. The blow stung the big bitch and set her up for a hard left to the right cheek. Now the fat black bitch retreated and found her own ass and shoulders slammed back into the nearby opposing wall. Betty Jane’s knee didn’t miss. She slammed it into the cleft showing through the wet white panties and crushed those fat lips between her knee bone and Tanisha’s pelvis.

Tanisha couldn’t stop from groaning. The bitch had cunted her good. Barbie could fight and she didn’t like to admit it. She didn’t like the follow up either. As she tried to cover herself and straighten up, a right fist crashed into her nose and then the left forearm crushed both her tits slamming her back against the hard bathroom wall. Her head bounced hard. Then another knee, this time into the front of her panties, gutting her. The blonde bitch stood back and slammed a right left into her tits and then wound up for a jaw crushing right. Tanisha lunged forward despite her agony, then bear-hugged the cunt, and sank her teeth into the curve of the right Barbie Boob exposed by the red half cup. The bitch squealed and retreated.

As she staggered backwards trying to get away from the bite and the lunging fat pig, Betty Jane squealed, “Fucking cheating nigger. No biting!”

Of course she bit and been bitten, but just like hair pulling and scratching everyone called it a pussy move. Her ass slammed into the wall shaking the girls above. Her supporters whispered angrily about cheating while Tanisha’s supporters chuckled quietly and encouraged her to “bite off her nipple.” With her ass planted firmly on the wall and Tanisha bent at the waist, Betty Jane dragged back on the bitch’s nappy hair with two hands while slamming her right knee up into the hanging gut. She felt Tanisha spit hot air on her sore tit as the knee lifted the bitch’s gut upward. The teeth came out of her sore tit and she tried to throw the bitch over the toilet, a standard tripping move in these fights.

Tanisha staggered into the toilet, banging her shins, but her hands slapped the back wall and she kept from pitching over the toilet and becoming trapped in the corner with her ass up in the air. The white bitch didn’t give her a second to recover. That knee had penetrated her womb from the outside and everything inside her felt sick. Covered in sweat she took hard rights and lefts to her kidneys then around her sides into her bare tits. With her left hand on the wall she twisted around taking a right to the tit full on just to smash her own right backhand across the white girl’s snarling mouth. The blow struck perfectly, opening up the upper lip as well as widening the cut in the lower one. The blonde’s head snapped away and she staggered shoulder first to the wall.

Betty Jane’s jaw fell dislocated, but worse, she couldn’t quite feel her hands and feet. For a second she could have fallen over, but the cooler hard tile of the stall wall smacking her shoulder seemed to revive her. She turned right into a hard left hook into her lower belly right above the pink thong. The black bitch’s fists were like hammers. She involuntarily spit out and groaned, bending over and staggering back along the wall. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to sit down and hold her belly. Her left arm moved out of instinct and blocked a right to the might have ended it. The left hand came back low aimed for her mound, but her right knee blocked it.

Tanisha thought she had the bitch for a second, but everything she threw got blocked. Frustrated she reached under the bitch’s left arm and grabbed a handful of tit and bra. Her own tits had been flapping free it was time to expose this bitch’s white titties. The sturdy bra stretched and jerked the blonde forward. Tanisha’s own bra still hung from her shoulders rolled up above her tits. If she couldn’t pop the bra she’d pull it up just like hers. She jerked hard and the damn thing finally skidded across the much firmer, almost packed conical white tits. Barbie gasped as the tight bra raked across her pink nipples. Now both their tits were bare and both their bras were riding above their normal occupants. She heard approval from her supporters and jerked the bitch up straight by her bra and measured her for a left to the gut.

Betty Jane felt her tits get crushed and scraped by her own very tight push up bra. She would have worn a softer full bra if the fight had been scheduled. Being jerked around by the bra gave her a moment to recover. Her gut still wanted to puke, but her head was clear. As the big black cunt got ready to gut her again, she countered with a quick sharp knee that hit the fat bitch’s cunt lips just perfectly. A few more times and the bitch would be unable to move her legs. Shots to the cunt hurt and stunned you, but it the real effect came after a few when your thighs didn’t want to work. To really cunt a bitch you had to go inside or work the clit.

Tanisha moaned as her pussy took another knee. This bitch fought dirty even if she was a Barbie. Tanisha pushed the white slut back into the corner between the wall and door by the tits and leaned on her keeping out of range of the knee and waiting for her cunt to stop throbbing. Sinking her strong fingers with their unfortunately short nails into the tough tanned tits took more effort than she expected. The bitch’s tits were double packed with flesh, firmer and more resistant than Tanisha had ever felt before. But at least they were still sensitive. Betty Jane’s eyes showed how much tit pain she felt and that inspired Tanisha to maul harder.

Trapped with her tits being crushed and mauled all Betty Jane could only claw the fat bitch’s monkey long arms. The black bitch had the angle on her, keeping her arms extended and her head and hair back. Betty Jane grabbed the wrists and held on aiming a kick not at the distant cunt but into the side of Tanisha’s stretched out left leg. The bitch had sprung her knee last year. At first everyone thought it was an ACL, but it turned out she had stretched tendons or some such thing. Anyway, Betty Jane’s right foot hit the inside of the driving left leg just above the knee joint. The leg caved in and Tanisha landed hard on her knees, hands still on Betty Jane’s darkening tits.

“Fuck my knee, you dirty bitch! We’re teammates you cunt!”

“Shut the fuck up nigger!” Betty Jane had the range now. Her right knee lifted the big black tit and thudded hard into the chest wall underneath. The impact rocked the blonde, but drove the black girl back on her heels. Betty Jane moaned as her tits came free. The pain actually grew worse when the pressure was realized. She reached for Tanisha’s nappy hair with her left while sending a right fist to crash into the bitch’s left eye. It was a sweet hit. She felt her knuckles pinching the flesh against the bone and grinding on the eyelid, probably sending waves of agony and fear to the black bitch’s brain, assuming she had one. She readied a knee to the chin to end it, but her cunt exploded in agony.

Tanisha had to react quickly. On her knees, hurt and sure to be clobbered by the blur headed toward her eye, she closed the eye and jammed her left hand upward into Barbie’s tight little toy girl cunt. Her stiff fingers stabbed the bitch right on the slit, pushing the pink thong inside and the aside. She drove as deep as she could. Surprised to find that all four of her fingers fit the whore-hole all the way to the last knuckle, she hooked her fingers into the unseen walls. She heard Betty Jane actually scream right before her left eye exploded and she flew to the side, head bouncing on the toilet and then slamming down on her side with the cool porcelain stand. Looking at her right eye she could see her wet fingers curled on the floor. About a foot beyond, the blonde rocked on her knees jerking her thong out of her cunt, ripping it off to spread her tight lips and look for blood.

Betty Jane saw no blood on her fingers as she probed her own cunt. Luckily the black bitch didn’t have nails. She tried to control the pain long enough to finish the fight. The bitch was stunned on her side pressed against the toilet. If Betty Jane could stand she could finish it with her feet kicking the bitch so she would feel the pain for weeks. She grabbed a handicap rail and stood up. Her groin protested, but she managed it just the same. The black bitch was still holding her eye and shaking her head.

She started forward but hands grabbed her and turned her around. Startled that anyone would dare to interfere she started to cuss them out.

Her best friend Linda whispered frantically, “One of the new teachers heard your scream, she’s coming this way. The freshman bitches are trying to delay her. Everyone but Keela and I are leaving. You two go to separate stalls with your clothes and start putting yourself together. We’ll stay at the sinks and act like we were laughing too loud. The fight is off for now.”

“Fuck that!”

She jerked away and kicked the lower 40E bag just as hard as she could. Tanisha squealed as Linda dragged her out of the stall and forced her into the one nearest the door with her clothes and purse. Everyone else evacuated in a hurry, talking loudly and friendly like girls were supposed to talk with their friends. She sat down on the toilet and rested, her body shaking with adrenalin and exhaustion. Her cunt and tits were throbbing. She’d be sore for sure. Even so she had beaten the cunt. Everyone saw that.

The teacher came in and told the two girls at the sink to get back to class and that the bathroom wasn’t a meant to be public meeting place. Then she knocked on the closed stall doors asking if anyone had a problem.

Tanisha said, “No, Mizz.”

Betty Jane replied, “Just a little sick today. I might need a Midol. I’ll be a little late for class.”

The teacher’s heels clicked back and forth as though she was reluctant to leave, but finally she did.

Tanisha growled lowly, “This ain’t over Barbie.”

“I kicked your ass nigger. You had your shot and lost.’

“Fuck you, cunt. I whipped your ass and you know it. Everyone saw it. We’ll finish this tomorrow here or after school in front of our girls.”

“I’m not fighting in front of a bunch of monkeys and getting jumped.”

“Racist fucking cunt, me and my girls against yours, none of this fight club shit. We fight it out until only one side is standing.”

“You don’t have enough girls, dumb-shit.”

“I’ve got six sisters in the club. You pick your six and we’ll do this old style, race war.”

“Yeah and get arrested, expelled and a bunch of other shit. No thanks, coon cunt.”
“I know of a place.”