Rhonda V
The Arrangement With Marta. Rhonda’ first money fight

It hadn’t taken more than a few days for the e-mail to arrive and there hadn’t been any doubt about what it would be about. It had all been there, her name, Marta, the date Rhonda had been at the Arena with Eve, the number displayed on her table identifying the file containing her biographical information and most importantly a suggested date, time and place where they could meet. Maybe a bit sudden but better than not getting any interest at all she’d thought and the attached DVD of Marta strutting about in a posing brief had definitely piqued her interest. Eve’s too, said she’d heard of her and thought she might have business interests both in Europe and here but her main thing seemed to be along the lines of what the DVD was about. To Rhonda that had made it even more intriguing and within a few days she’d found herself being ushered into a small private room at one of the clubs that catered to the more extreme side of their sexual orientation for the purpose of meeting, agreeing and arranging the details of the what, when and where of it. All very proper of course. They’d been polite, even to the point of exchanging a friendly kiss but after the drinks had been served and they’d settled themselves into adjoining chairs the conversation had quickly turned to the questions that had brought them together.

That Marta’s physical characteristics had been comparable to her own had been expected and although she had a bit of a plain moon shaped face topped with straight brown hair trimmed in a page boy she was not unattractive. Of course most of their conversation had centered around their primary interest and how each of them felt about it, whether for the money or the why of it and more explicitly how long had each of them been doing it? They’d also discussed where it could take place and how many might be there as well as how much would be on the table. The most exciting part had been the sitting there and discussing it though and since the circumstances that had brought about the meeting made the conclusion somewhat inevitable they’d agreed to the details within the hour and now the hour for doing it was at hand..

It hadn’t been much more than a twenty minute drive but the difference from the townhouse she shared with Jack and Eve to this, a complex of older brick townhouses down along the river was definitely a step up. And obviously very private she thought although she noted that most of them seemed to be unoccupied. There didn’t appear to be any for sale though and as the older Mercedes wagon pulled up in front of an arched entrance and came to a stop she exchanged a silent glance with Eve and retrieving her kit and unlatching the door stepped out of the car. It was about to start and as Eve joined her in front of the arch the driver mouthed the door number of the nearest town house and as the two of them began moving up the walkway the car disappeared around the back of the complex..

Very nice she thought admiring the old brick walls and manicured gardens, also very expensive which would help to explain why the amount she’d specified for coming had met with so little resistance from Marta. Of course she was also a bit nervous which triggered a somewhat worrisome thought that perhaps being successful at what she was here for might be more difficult than she’d anticipated. In any event it was too late to back out now, even if she were inclined to, which she wasn’t and reaching for the buzzer gave it a press to announce their arrival.

The response came as a disembodied voice from a speaker grill telling her the door was unlocked and instructing her to come in and exchanging another glance with Eve she pushed it open to find themselves in a vestibule at the head of a long hallway. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust from the outside brightness but there was sufficient light for her to see Marta standing at the other end of it. She seemed to have a somewhat pensive look on her face but then after a moment she smiled and motioning for them to follow her led the way to a room at the other end of the house. Entering she closed the door behind them and extending her hand and said

“So, as arranged, we meet again.”

“Ah yes, as it has been arranged” murmured Rhonda softly. “And I trust I still meet with you approval with respect to what we’re here for?”

“Yes, but of course you did that before you arrived.”

“How so” responded Rhonda once again trying to place her accent.

“Well I go to some of the same places you and your friend go” adding with a chuckle “and you have much impressed me”

“You would be referring to the clubs where girls like you and I go to play?”

“Oh yes, and perhaps to exercise ourselves a bit as well” she chuckled. “One can always be assured of attending at least one good fight and I especially liked how you finished with that arrogant Spanish pig at the place called Julies.” Pointing to wall mounted wide screen TV she continued “and for me after I see you at the Arena, that makes up my mind” and turning to a table in the center of the room she lifted a decanter of amber liquid and held it out to Rhonda with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Yeah, sure” Rhonda heard herself mumble. “As long as we both take it but why don’t you lay out what it’s going to do for us.”

“Well it’s primary purpose is stimulate our aggressiveness but it also seems to accentuate the sexual aspects which seems to compliment it in some more subtle ways, at least for one of us.”

“I guess I can handle that if you can” mumbled Rhonda and accepting the proffered glass leaned back against the couch while she watched Marta pour one for herself.

About how she remembered her she guessed as she took a sip of the liquor. Probably late forties but her broad shoulders and buffed arms seemed to belie her age. The tailored Asian style silk pants and top made the rest of her a guess but as she raised her glass to join in a silent toast she knew that what they concealed would be no less impressive. Returning her hostess’s sardonic smile she nodded her head and taking a another sip of her drink waited for her to make the next move.

Chuckling for a moment Marta raised her glass and nodding to Rhonda said.“It usually starts to have it’s intended effect in about fifteen minutes although” she added as her hand gently massaged the taunt fabric covering the obvious bulge between her legs “Some of the more enjoyable side effects seem to set in a bit sooner” and laughing at Rhonda’s look of understanding continued ”so it’s probably about time for us to get ready to do what we’re here for don’t you think” and turning back to the table and pressing a button on a remote motioned to the door of a concealed elevator that had opened on the far wall. “My “friend”Stell is waiting for us downstairs so if you’ll follow me.”

Quite large Rhonda thought as she entered the cage like structure. And it had an odd shape noting that rather than being square it was rectangular and anticipating her curiosity Marta commented

“It’s designed to accommodate a Gurney” adding with a laugh “on the way up.”

The obvious implications made a reply unnecessary and as the cage came to a stop the door opened and the three of them stepped out into a relatively large mirrored room fitted out with exercise equipment. Almost at a distance Rhonda heard her say.

“It is very much like a place I visit in Germany” adding with a soft laugh, “except of course for Stell and the fighting room is a bit bigger.”

“Which would be where” asked Rhonda her eyes never leaving the figure of the muscular black female lounging against the far wall. .

“Through there” she replied nodding to the other end of the room as she removed her necklace and begin to undo her top. Slipping it off she tossed it over one of the machines nodded to Rhonda as if to suggest that it was time for her to do the same.

Rhonda felt a sudden flush and looking at Marta noted that she seemed to be experiencing a similar reaction. Probably a reaction to the special liquor she guessed, not that it wasn’t pleasant and taking a deep breath began undoing the buttons on the front of her pants. It prompted a lascivious smile of anticipation to cross the other woman’s face and quickly undoing the buttons on her own bottom let it follow Rhonda’s to the floor. Now except for the minuscule mesh pouches drawn tightly over their pronounced mounds and their heels they were naked and Rhonda noticed that despite her approximate age she had physical appearance of a woman closer in age to herself. A little shorter, maybe 5'10" but with a bit ore heft and carrying a thin layer of body fat across her shoulders and upper arms but there appeared to be a thick solid layer of muscle beneath it. Her arms in particular were impressive, probably a half an inch bigger than her fifteens and there appeared to be a thin line of hair above her upper lip. She also noted that her legs were unshaven, not that it mattered, it was actually not uncommon among the sporting sisters and in a vague sort of way exciting, very European and while she might have a few pounds on her she had the reach and on a sudden impulse she moved closer and ran and appreciative hand slowly up the back of her arm.

It prompted another of Marta’s sensual smiles and as her fingers slid over the suddenly flexed biceps she looped her arm around Rhonda’s shoulders and murmured.

“I think this is going to be very good. Is very difficult to find somebody big and strong enough to give me the kind of fight I need.”

“Yeah” replied Rhonda then parting her legs and straddling her thigh she slipped her arm around her waist and snuggling her body in against her crotch murmured. “That’s sorta the way it is for me too” then gently cupping the firm fullness of Marta’s breast added almost as an afterthought. “I assume you’ve taken care of the financial arrangements we agreed to?”

“Oh yes” responded Marta a bit breathlessly. “That part of it is in the other room” and suddenly tightening her arm drew Rhonda’s mouth against her own It was a long probing kiss but there was also a sense of urgency to it and with a last hungry taste and a little laugh she pushed her away and with a sudden impatience murmured “and if your ready I guess it’s time for us to get on with it” and as a hidden door slid open in the far wall the two of them, their arms now encircling each others waists, entered the fighting room with Eve and Stell following closely behind.

Rhonda felt a flush of anticipation as the door closed behind them. Her nipples were tingling and clit sleeve was wet, just like always just before a fight and the place where they’d be doing it was perfect. Just like she’d described it. Shaped like a bowel and indented about two feet below the level of the surrounding floor with four foot surrounding wall above it. Probably about twenty feet across at it’s base she guessed with the walls of the room itself covered with large screen video displays interspersed with pictures of disheveled females standing victoriously over their defeated opponents.

“It’s referred to as the pit” murmured Marta and pointing to a small table continued. “You’ll find the agreed amount over there

Rhonda didn’t reply her attention now focused on Stell who was adjusting the controls to the video systems. About Marta’s size and probably about the same age she thought. She was also quite obviously of their sexual persuasion as well as extremely muscular causing her to momentarily speculate about how Eve might fare with her. It wasn’t something she could dwell on now though and turning back to the table and quickly riffling through the pack of bills asked.

“And the pictures on the wall?”

“Well” replied Marta with a laugh. “Acquaintances of course, fellow sportswomen if you will who share both our sporting inclinations as well as our sexual interests. You’ll be meeting four of them shortly via the video since they’re the ones that are financing our arrangement.

“Apparently your well acquainted with them” responded Rhonda.

“Oh yes” replied Marta. “Very well and of course with so much in common we frequently share more than the sport.”

“Interesting” replied Rhonda almost to herself. “And when those relationships cool, as they sometimes do, what then?”

“Well, yes they almost always do don’t they” purred Marta. “But then that too can be a good since it provides an excuse for the relationships to become more adversarial which in many respects is the primary reason for them anyway”

It took a few moments for her to digest it all, the special room, the video equipment, Stell but then it was not unlike what she might have expected. That it had been specifically designed to accommodate what they were there for was exciting though and pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts she murmured

“And just to be clear the fight will be for three rounds, the first for five minutes then rest for five minutes then ten minutes with ten minutes of rest and then until one of us gets it done to the other one.”

“Yes” responded Marta a bit breathlessly. “Breaking it up like that seems to make it longer which at least for me makes it better.”

“And how do we determine when the times are up” asked Rhonda?

“Well” responded Marta. “A buzzer will signal the end of the first and second rounds and Stell will ensure that we adhere to them” and pointing to the large video screens she added “The video system is also interactive which provides those who are watching with a live feed as well as those of us here in this room the opportunity to observe their reactions.” Pausing for a moment she purred “that’s if we should be inclined of course and now if you’ll permit me I think it’s about time for us to introduce ourselves to them” and as two clam shell like doors opened on the side of pit she gave Rhonda a somewhat snarling smile of anticipation and kicking off her heels stepped down through the opening to the floor with Stell following close behind. There was a moments hesitation but then as the video screens began flickering to life she exchanged a quick glance with Eve and they followed the other two down into the pit.

“Quite impressive” observed Rhonda” noting the dark blotchy stains on the gym mats that covered the floor and sides. “And it appears that it gets used on a regular basis.”

“Yes, that is true” she replied as the video screen cleared to reveal eight females figures scattered about in what appeared to be a living room at some remote location. “Of course arranging something like this usually takes time but that just seems to raise the level of anticipation” and pointing to the screen added “on the left Yvoone then Juno, Marie and Kiera and as for the other four I do not know although it is obvious that they are attracted to women such as ourselves. As for the first four they are personally familiar to me by virtue of arrangements such as the one you and I are about to engage in.” Pausing for a moment she turned and pointing to the other video screen continued “the other cameras present a picture of this room which can be manipulated to display any specific action or a split screen combination of actions that they might choose to view.”

Again Rhonda found herself marveled at the sophistication of it but as she was about to make a comment one of the females at the remote location broke the silence by remarking that it was time and with that Stell retrieved several squeeze containers of specially prepared oil and handing one to Marta and the other to Rhonda began fitting a rubber mask to Marta’s head with Eve doing the same for Rhonda. Covering just the eyes and the bridge of the nose they were intended to only a minimum of facial protection while concealing the wearers identity from the recording cameras and finished with that they turned their attention to the feet while Rhonda and Marta, turning to face each other began applying the oil to each other.
Silently they smeared it over the breasts, the shoulders arms and back then to the neck as well as the exposed parts of the face before finally transferring their attention to the lower parts of their bodies. Marta went first and as Rhonda spread her legs she dropped to a knee and quickly worked the thick oily fluid up her thighs then reaching their juncture looked up at Rhonda and gave a soft laugh before burying her mouth in what she found there. Another quick laugh and straightening up she invited Rhonda to do the same.

Rhonda was a bit breathless as she dropped to her knees and began to apply the oil. She hadn’t foreseen this but as she began working it into Marta’s thighs she liked it. It felt good and she found that it excited her. She was also aware that the substance seemed to create the sensation of heat and as she worked it up Marta’s thick muscular thighs she was aware of a sense of physical lust tinged with a growing sense of aggression and reaching the bulge between her legs, like Marta, she looked up and then with a short laugh buried her mouth into the pungence of the thinly covered mass of her pronounced mound. It was delicious, the scent, the taste of her sex and above all the fierce anticipation of the battle of female wills and it all added to the excitement and anticipation of what they were about to engage in. Marta was experiencing it too and as she straightened up she circled her arm around Rhonda’s waist and as the first beads of sweat began to slick their bodies the two of them turned to face the monitor and raising their arms saluted the gallery before turning back to face each other.

The spectators for the moment forgotten they began fitting the modified driving gloves to their hands then Marta, her voice husky with excitement muttered. “You really think you can do it to me?”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda her voice now thick with emotion then letting her fingers gently caress the firm globes of Marta’s ass she murmured. “I guess I’m sorta like you because it’s almost like I need to do it and I’m gonna enjoy doin it till I’m done with you.”

“Well I guess we’ll see about that won’t we” muttered Marta then suddenly stepping closer and licking her tongue across Rhonda’s cheek mumbled. “so are you ready?”

“Yeah” replied Rhonda softly her voice also trembling. “I’m as ready as you are and there’s pretty much no way out until it’s over is there?”

“No” replied Marta then as she stepped back and slowly flexing her arms above her head added with more than a trace of anticipatory pleasure “and it’s not over until I say it’s over.”

“I’ll keep that in mind” replied Rhonda, a sudden catch in her voice “Of course I might be the one that decides that” and as Eve and Stell slipped back up out of the pit she clenched her fists and dropping into a semi crouch began slowly circling along the side of the pit.

By now both were covered with sweat and as they began their maneuvering there were no more threats, no taunts or small talk each focused entirely on accomplishing what they were there for. Marta seemed to find what she was looking for first and suddenly lunging forward drove her right fist at the side of Rhonda’s head then balancing her weight on her right foot and twisting to her left wrapped her right arm around her neck and lifted her left knee into her belly. It wasn’t very effective, Rhonda managed to deflect most of it with her left arm and the knee hadn’t had much force but as she skipped away there was an obvious smirk of satisfaction on Marta’s face. Pretty agile she thought, and she obviously knew something about kick boxing. Not that she didn’t, Eve had spent a lot of time working with her on that and as Marta suddenly raised her fists in front of her and prepared for another attack she hopped forward and drop kicked her right foot up into her crotch. Not smirking now are you bitch she thought as she watched a flash of pain and surprise cross Marta’s face and quickly moving to take advantage of it she lunged forward and drove her right fist into the side of her head before dancing away to the side.

Rhonda sensed her foot hadn’t been very effective but her fist had opened a gash on Marta’s left cheek and as she brushed at it with her glove it started a stain on the white leather. And now for some more of it she thought and suddenly charging into her drove her right fist into her left breast followed by a left forearm across the right side of her neck and another knee lift to her cunt before dancing away. The last part of it, the right knee to her cunt, wasn’t totally cost free though since it gave Marta a chance to set herself and deliver a hard left to the right side of her head with her cheek seeming to take most of it. It seemed to have caught her mouth too and as she settled back against the side she could taste the blood beginning to well up within it some of which began dribbling down to smear with her breast sweat giving them both a pinkish tinge. Better that than the nose she thought and as Marta, again smiling with satisfaction raised her fists and started to close with her Rhonda defensively did the same. They’d both drawn blood and sensing the first five minute period was about up as they met in the center of the pit each began hammering the other with Marta going for her head and Rhonda concentrating on the body.

At first neither seemed to be able to score although Rhonda was able to get several hits to her breasts that seemed to hurt her and another to her lower belly. It only seemed to encourage her though and as she backed away to deliver a kick Marta lunged into her and delivered a clipping right that skid across her forehead followed by a hard left hook to her right breast and as the force of it spun her away to her left exposing her right side it gave Marta the opportunity to drive her right knee up into her kidney.

The force of it caused her to stumble back against the side and as she reached out to break the fall Marta threw herself onto her back and extending her left arm across her left shoulder cupped her hand to her face and yanking back pressed her back down across the front of her left thigh. Pressing her hand harder across her face she began clawing at her crotch with her right hand. and as Rhonda desperately tried to pull it away she suddenly wrapped her left arm across the front of her neck and cinching it back beneath her grasped the back of her right thigh and slammed her body face first against the side then still capturing her neck in the crook of her arm she began driving her right fist into her kidney’s. For Rhonda, now gagging from the lack of air and with the pain from Marta’s repeated blows exploding across her back it was cause for the first slivers of fear to shiver through her but finally she managed to pry the arm from around her neck and twisting to the right she drove her right elbow back into the right side of Marta’s neck. It gave her just enough time and pushing her away and stumbling to her feet she staggered back to the center of the pit leaving Marta to massage her neck and glower after her. It had been a near thing she thought as she gulped air into her tortured lungs. It couldn’t happen again or she’d lose more than just a fight with this big, bull bitch but as Marta started to push away from the side the buzzer signaled the end of the first five minute period and somewhat reluctantly she lowered her fists and wiping at her forehead with the back of her arm motioned for Stell to attend to her.

Still breathing heavily Rhonda pressed her back against the other side and hunching forward, her hands on her knees, tried to get her breathing back to normal. Five minutes she thought as Eve wiped at her face and shoulders with a cool towel. Maybe a little less now but she knew she’d have to make the most of it and as her breathing and heart rate began to return to normal she looked across the pit to Marta. She appeared to have faired better than me she thought noting that her cheek was no longer bleeding and except for some redness around her breasts she seemed unmarked. Not so for her though. Her mouth and left eyebrow were still weeping and as she let her hand travel down between her legs she noticed she was also bleeding from where Marta had clawed the tips of her fingers into the lips of her labia. The clawing had also broken the draw on the left side of her pouch leaving it supported only by the fabric and pushing herself up against the side she pulled it free and let it fall to the floor as an increasingly impatient Marta began pacing the floor waiting for the signal to start again.

Not that it had gone unnoticed, both Marta and the spectators had watched it fall and as they began making encouraging suggestions she moved back to the center of the pit and slowly stripped hers off as well. Slowly and with a lewdly wicked smile she ran her fingers through the curly mass of her pubic hair letting them dwell briefly on the thick pencil like stalk of her clit before raising her hand to her mouth and slowly licking her fingers. Somewhere in the background Rhonda was aware of the spectators cries of approval but sensing that the five minutes had almost elapsed she pushed herself up and began moving away from the side.

“”Now for the good stuff” mumbled Marta almost to herself as she raised her arm and kissed her biceps. “These big guns are going to drive em into you until the rest of you matches your bloody fucking cunt.”

“Probably not bitch” muttered Rhonda and then as the buzzer sounded she launched herself forward with a quick left feint to her head followed by a right fist that seemed to bury itself in the lower left side of Marta’s belly.

She’d already begun to set herself so it didn’t catch her totally by surprise but Rhonda’s quickness forced her to cover up and spoiled whatever she’d had in mind. As for Rhonda she knew it had been a good hit and as she watched her back away she raised her right fist and with an equally wicked smile licked the face of the glove that had delivered it.

“That the kind of good stuff you like” she asked with a short laugh. “Cause if it is I’ve got lots more” and dropping into an offensive crouch began stalking a suddenly uncertain Marta

The spectators, mostly silent but now as she closed in and repeated her feint to the head several of them burst out with a cry of support while the rest began offering scattered advice to Marta. It seemed to distract her and lunging forward Rhonda drove her right knee up between her legs. It caught her by surprise. She’d had her arms up to protect her head but now almost involuntarily she lowered them leaving herself open to a right cross to the left side of her head and as she stumbled back and started to slump a hard left jab to her right eye. It probably would have felled a lesser woman but Marta managed to stay on her feet and spin away presenting her back and as Rhonda moved in to drive a fist to her kidneys she suddenly straightened up and jacking her right elbow back into Rhonda’s right breast stumbled away to the side. Alternately holding her hand to her right eye and moving it defensively in front of her she moved sideways as Rhonda , her right hand slowly massaging her breast contemplated how best to mount her next attack.

She was conscious of a different sensation now. The five minutes had apparently given both the liquor and the apparently astringent laced oil the time needed and as she began maneuvering herself in closer she was conscious of an increased level of aggressiveness now tinged by a sense of rage as the oil worked it’s way into her cuts and abrasions. It was a visceral feeling and as she let it sweep through her she realized from the flush on Marta’s face that she was experiencing much the same. Her eye didn’t seem to be bothering her as much now either and as their eyes locked a humorless smile crossed her face. It was a quick and one though and then as her tongue flicked out to lick her lip she lunged forward and feinting with her right drove her left across the front of Rhonda’s face and while she was able to twist away from it Marta’s forward motion carried her into her and as the forearm and then the elbow glanced off across her cheek her weight carried them both back against the side and quickly taking advantage of it she drove the top of her head up under Rhonda’s chin and began furiously driving her fists into her lower body.

The spectators seemed more bi-partisan this time and as Rhonda struggled to shove her aside several gathered closer to the remote camera’s and began shouting advice. Eve and Stell joined them jostling each other along the rail while down in the pit, their sweat mixing with the oil making it all but impossible for them to get a grip on each other they wrestled along the side.
Finally Rhonda managed to force Marta’s face to the side and slipping her right arm over her right shoulder wrapped it back around the back of her neck then tightening it cinched it in beneath her shoulder and dropping to her left knee pulled her belly onto her right thigh. Pausing to regain her breath then twisting to the side tightened her hold around her neck and as Marta’s cries became strangled gurgles began gleefully driving her left fist into her back and kidneys. .

This time the response from the gallery was more wildly vocal as well as increasingly partisan and as Rhonda slipped her left hand across her ass and began forcing it between her tightly clenched legs some began screaming their approval for what she apparently intended to do. Now the cries were fiercely partisan and as she finally forced it through Marta’s trembling thighs and hooked her fingers into the now slick wooly mass between her legs they cries turned to specific suggestions. Laughing she looked up at the monitor and then tightening her arm around Marta’s neck began clawing her fingers ever deeper into her now bloody crotch. For what seemed an endless minute they stayed that way locked together against the side of the pit .with the screams and exhortations of those that watched raining down on them but then as Rhonda momentarily loosened her arm to reposition her body Marta was able to drive her right elbow back into her face and using her left arm pushed herself away from the side and rolled to her knees. Now only a foot or two separated them and as Rhonda scrambled to her feet Marta began desperately sliding away her back now pressed against the side. Marta’s elbow had re-opened her nose though and blood now coated her mouth and chin smearing with the sweat and oil. Stell and Eve had also moved along the walkway to hover above them and the spectators began crowding together in front of the video she swiped at her face with the back of her hand and began stumbling after Marta.

Both knew it was time too finish it and Marta taking advantage of Rhonda’s seeming hesitation pressed forward peppering her with light jabs and thrusts forcing her to pause and then cover up against the side. To Rhonda it appeared that there were only two choices, be trapped between Marta and the wall or take the fight back to the middle of the pit and choosing the latter and raising her right arm as a shield leaned forward and drove her left fist into the lower right side of Marta’s belly then dodging beneath her left arm slipped to the center and waited for her to come after her.

There seemed an air uncertainty about Marta as she grasped at her belly but as the spectators screamed at her to finish it she reluctantly raised her arms and began maneuvering herself closer to where Rhonda was waiting. Stell and Eve were adding their voices to it too and as they came together in the middle of the pit the first cries of “kill her, kill the bitch, make her bleed like a pig” could be heard emanating from the remote monitor. A knee-lift from Marta, Rhonda cuffed at an ear but neither seemed able to seriously engage the other but then as Rhonda stumbled back Marta drove a quick clubbing right into the side of her head followed by a perfectly placed left to the side of her right cheek. It felled her and as her back hit the floor Marta threw herself on top and straddling her with her thighs began furiously driving her fists into the suddenly helpless redhead’s face.

This time the response from both the spectators as well as two crowding along the walkway was immediate and with Stell and Eve screaming advice from the walkway the spectators, now mostly unclothed by their obviously lustful break time pursuits, crowded together in front of the remote camera’s screaming for one or the other to either do it or keep doing it until one of them got it done. Now though the clamor seemed lost to the two in the pit but as Rhonda’s struggles to unseat her became weaker and sensing her despair Marta impulsively raised her arms in a pre mature victory salute and it was enough and with a sudden upward thrust of her pelvis Rhonda managed to circle the front of her neck with her right leg and quickly locking it behind her left knee pulled Marta onto her back between her legs. Now the howls disappointment were interspersed with some elated screams and suddenly free of her weight Rhonda lurched forward sprawling on top and slamming her left elbow across her face to keep her shoulders to the floor drove her right fist into her left breast. Again she did it but this time Marta was able to lift her left arm and slamming it across the front of Rhonda’s neck swept her off.

Again there were cries of elation or disappointment but neither of them paid them any attention. The round was about finished and sensing it they began struggling to move back to the center each determined to make the most of what was left of it. There was no time to dance around, feel the other out and watch for an opening and as they squared up each was well within the others range. Marta moved first feinting with her left then lunging forward and delivering a right to Rhonda’s belly receiving a left-handed clip to the right side of her head in return. It caused her to stumble and as she instinctively raised her right arm to protect her head Rhonda drove her right in a looping uppercut to her left cheek then pushing her away raked her left fist back across the front of her face as she stumbled back against the side of the pit. Determined to finish it her she crowded after her but as she was about to do it the buzzer sounded and Eve and Stell forced their way in between them.

Disappointed, seething with frustration she allowed Eve to coax her to the far side. There’d be ten minutes and she knew that while she needed it she knew that Marta probably needed it more but there was nothing she could do about moving the clock She could take some satisfaction from the damage she’d inflicted though experiencing a sense of pleasure and accomplishment at the sight of the blood still pouring from her nose, the raw abrasions on her cheeks as well as the obvious bruises on her breasts and belly. Of course she was also conscious of the damage Marta had inflicted on her, especially the forearm that had gashed her left cheek and bloodied her nose and mouth as well as the claw marks around her crotch and her own bruises and abrasions around her breasts and belly. Of course the sting of the astringent laced oil was also adding to her aggravation but in most respects as they sat and waited for the last and final buzzer she was satisfied with her performance. And there were also the spectators and as she focused her attention on them she was conscious of them returning it. Again she marveled at the sophistication of the video system. Eight of them at a remote location watching two sisters fight gladiatrix style to the finish. And all obviously taking great pleasure in the watching she thought as she watched the extremely black Juno playing with a younger but equally voluptuous blond. Younger but equally buff she was most obviously a possession, perhaps with aspirations to join the sisterhood and the thought occurred to her that if the opportunity presented itself she’d rather enjoy the challenge of taking her away from the big black bitch. She’d be a prize, perhaps she’d share her with Eve but that would be for another time and turning away continued her assessment of the rest. The other three seemed to be equally involved Yvoone who appeared French with younger but equally buff black sister who appeared to have already followed in her footsteps, Kiera, quite possibly a German with a young brunette and Marie who appeared to be a Roma on the receiving end of some sexual services from another Roma. And all of them appeared to be worth the effort r she thought as Eve swiped a towel across her shoulders and then noting that the four couples had ceased to play and had gathered in front of the camera’s she guessed it was about time. Another swipe, some last whispered advice and then as Stell and Eve prepared to climb out of the pit the buzzer sounded and taking a deep breath Rhonda pushed herself away from where she’d been leaning against the side and moving back to the center of the pit prepared to meet the advancing Marta.

This time their action was met with bi-partisan cries of approval as well as a scattering of applause but then as they dropped into a crouch and began warily circling the other it changed to low guttural cries of “now, get her, kill the bitch.” From the walkway Stell and Eve were also voicing their suggestions and advice but for Rhonda and Marta there was only themselves and their thoughts of how to go about destroying the other. Again Marta seemed to find the first opportunity when a shriek from the walkway momentarily diverted Rhonda’s attention she leaped forward and clubbed her with a right to the jaw then wrapping her arms around her waist wrestled her down to the floor. It forced her onto her back but as she fell she managed to wrap her left arm up and over Marta’s left shoulder and cinching it back across the back of her neck trapped her head beneath her shoulder. Tightening her arm and rolling to the left to expose Marta’s lower body she buried her right fist in her belly and then again into her left breast and as Marta began frantically trying to extricate her head from beneath her arm she hunched up and drove her right knee up between her legs. Again she did it and as Marta cocked her left arm and frantically began pushing her hand into her face she rolled her over onto her back and began driving her right fist down into her belly. It broke the already bruised and abraded skin leaving a trace of bright new blood spreading across the flesh but both being slippery from sweat and oil as she released her arm from around her neck and tried to mount her Marta was able to push her up and over her head forcing her to scramble away on her hands and knees while a visibly hesitant Marta rolled to her knees and stared balefully after her as she worked to get her breathing back to normal.

Both were freshly marked, Marta with more blood smearing her breast and Rhonda with blood seeping from a newly split lip. They were also obviously tiring and slowly regaining their feet and wiping at the accumulated sweat and blood from their eyes again began carefully began to close the gap between them. This time there was no attempt at finesse, no feints or dancing in and out of range to draw the other out. Each was determined to hit or be hit until one of them was dropped and as they began pounding their fists into each other the raw cries of the spectators filled the room. And at first Marta seemed to have found the rhythm, blocking Rhonda’s fists with her forearms destroying her coordination while driving her own fists into her now largely unprotected body. It brought more shouts of approval as she struggled to cover up but then when she finally managed to get under Marta’s guard and deliver two quick well placed punches to her breasts a few scattered cries of encouragement. Not that she heard or if she had would have paid any attention and as Marta involuntarily raised a hand to cover her bloody breast she turned her body aside leaving herself open for Rhonda to swing her right in a looping arc directly into her mouth and nose.

This time the new stream of blood spewed out in an arch from her face covering them both with with a reddish mist and as she crouched forward, covering the right side of her face with her hand, Rhonda lunged over her, pinning her in against the side with her left knee and pressing her head down against it with her left hand began driving her right into which ever part of it she could. It was a glorious feeling and as each impact of her fists brought a fresh spray of blood and as the roar of the spectators turned to howls of either support or despair she was suddenly conscious of her increasingly sensitive clit thickening and beginning to extend itself from beneath it’s protective hood. Exhilarated sand experiencing a tiny climax she pressed her head down, savagely holding it in place for the coup de gra as she gleefully buried her right fist repeatedly into her body.

For a moment the significance of it was lost but then as Rhonda, her left hand now grasping the back of Marta’s mask, dragged her back to the center of the pit screams of satisfaction and approval erupted from the spectators as they acknowledged her victory. It was over and turning to face the camera’s, her left hand still holding Marta’s limply lolling body she raised her right arm to salute to them as Eve and Stell hurriedly descended into the pit to attend to them.