Rhonda VI; What goes down stays down

Certainly a lot different from the upper mid-west she thought as she gazed out the window at the distant mountains. Different and warmer and only four hours away by the chartered jet that had brought them. And the room accommodations were first class, not that they shouldn’t be. It had all been specified in the proposal that had coaxed them out and turning her attention back to the two sitting at the corner table resumed speculating what was in the part of it that they hadn’t seen yet. Whatever, it was about to become clear and as the woman seated with Eve turned and motioned for her to join them she returned to the table and waited for it to unfold.

“As you are already aware” she began “the proposal was only an outline of what you can expect. Neither the conditions of, lets say your employment, or the remuneration that you might expect to receive were specified nor was the length of your stay. Your agreement to the proposal’s does outline your willingness to proceed though so if you’ll permit me I’ll go a bit further into the details.”

There was no need to reply, a simple nod of the head sufficing and as she began rummaging through the envelope she’d brought with her Rhonda found herself again speculating on why an attractive well dressed businesswoman of almost fifty, her hair coifed in a stylish bun at the back of her head would be serving as a functionary for what they were about to discuss. Not that either she or Eve cared and as the female, she’d said her name was Denise, laid out a thin packet of papers in front of them she exchanged another quick glance with Eve and settled back to listen.

“Obviously we’ve made every effort to ensure that your stay with us is as rewarding as possible. There are however several areas that need to be reviewed. First, what we are about to discuss is extremely confidential and I guess the second issue is that of security. As you may have noticed this wing is physically isolated from the rest of the hotel and this floor along with the five others here on the upper level are each effectively isolated from each other and used exclusively to accommodate what you are here for.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact we have noticed. A bit like a prison isn’t it” laughed Eve glancing at Rhonda for agreement.

“Yes” replied Denise. “Unfortunately it is and while you are free to move around here on your assigned level you will not be able to leave it and except for the staff visitors will not be allowed. There is of course a well equipped exercise room on each of the floors and any food that you might like can be ordered from the special menu that we’ve provided which will be delivered by a special staff person.”.

“I assume that one would use the house phone for that” murmured Rhonda.

“Yes, your only means of communication is the house phone which connects you to a special switch board on another floor. There’s also a medical facility located on that level.”

“Seems as if you’ve covered just about everything” said Eve, “except for how we get from here to wherever when it’s time.”

“Yes, well there is that” laughed Denise then pausing for a moment she added “Each of these floors can only be accessed by a special elevator which when it’s time will be used to convey you to the level where the fighting will take place. Yours I might add is elevator #3 and it can only be used when it’s been remotely programmed to work with your room key.”

“Presumably that lower level is not yet on the guided tour” laughed Eve.

“No” responded Denise. “Not yet but soon and now if you’ll allow me I’ll need your signatures where I’ve indicated and then you can relax a bit, shake a bit of the jet lag and if I might suggest it you might also wish to review a CD that I’ve produced that will serve to acquaint you with some more of the details. It’s already loaded on the player and there are several others which should serve to demonstrate the level of activity you can expect to be involved in” and with that she collected the now signed papers and with a nod of her head slipped out of the room.

Neither said much after she’d left but then extracting the remote from beside the large screen TV Eve handed it to Rhonda and pausing for a minute said..

“Later, time for the for a tub” and with that she disappeared into the bathroom leaving Rhonda to contemplate what they’d gotten themselves into.

Not that any of it had caught them by surprise, at least not yet she thought. The briefing they’d received before they’d committed had been pretty thorough but she’d rather suspected that some of it that had been intentionally left out. Which also wasn’t surprising all things considered. Sighing she took another look out the window and then again at the player. No time like the present and drawing the blinds clicked the screen to life and settled back into the couch to see what they’d missed.

It opened with a wide screen view of the hotel followed by a smaller view of their guest tower and then the image of Denise, the female that had just left. Still dressed in her business attire she greeted them and then as if motioning for them to follow her began strolling through the front door of the hotel, through the lobby and then down a long hallway to a set of fire doors at the far end. Holding up a key she opened one of them and passing through with the cameras close behind entered another hallway that circled around the central shaft of the tower to a bank of elevators.. Again holding up a key she and the camera crew entered one of the cars and as it ascended began describing the security that was intentionally built into the tower structure, the use of the special guest keys that accessed only a specific suite of rooms or if permitted by the switch board staff the elevator assigned to that suite of rooms. Which she added will only convey you to a previously programmed level and upon reaching one of the guest levels both she and the camera crew exited the elevator and began again to walk along another circular hallway

And she continued, as you will see there are seven suites on each of the floors one of which has been converted to a fully equipped exercise area. I might also add that generally speaking only one of the guest suites on any specific floor is occupied at any one time and as they continued around the circular central structure and encountered another bank of elevators she added. Since each level is serviced by two banks of elevators and each candidate is housed on a separate floor it permits us to transport you separately without any interaction prior to your actually meeting each other down in the Arena.

Rhonda found the whole thing rather impressive and while it appeared to be complicated the reality of it was that it was also about as simple as it could be. Of course both of them were well aware of why they were here but the use of separate elevators to take them to where it would happen seemed a bit over the top. Whatever she thought and as Denise and her camera crew entered one of the elevator cars and prepared to descend she took a deep breath and waited expectantly for it to reach the lower level where the fighting actually took place.

Reaching the arena level she continued. This is where it all happens. Each elevator transports the candidate to a special room just off of the arena where you will be prepared for the type of combat that has been selected for them. Then when it’s time you will exit out the door on the other side of the room and enter the arena room itself. And having said so she opened the door and stepped out onto a light colored canvas pad surrounded by a shadowed seating structure all of which was illuminated by a single overhead light.

And of course this is where the most important part of all of this takes place. You’ll notice that the room itself is circular. There is no center section as on the floors above it and the barrier behind which our guests are afforded a range of semi private seating provides excellent viewing of the proceedings . And while we’re on the subject of out guests now is probably the time to describe them and how their tastes relate to you.

Simply put they’re mostly lesbians and for the most part the big, hard bodied, physically confrontational types that are commonly referred to as Dykes. They’re also of the type that seek out the sexual as well as physical thrill of either observing or, if not socially constrained, participating with selected opponents in what we refer to as sport fighting. You of course while sharing both their physical characteristics and well as their attendant inclinations are not so constrained. You are what we refer to as professional female fighters who seek out the venue we provide and for a specific sum of money will engage selected opponents in the unique types of extreme sporting events that our guests have come to favor.

Rhonda’s found that she’d been holding her breath while Denise had described the guests but then she had to laugh. Not that she found what she’d said to be amusing or surprising. Fighting seemed to have become a part of her, it was why she was here but what she’d just heard was certainly a bit more sophisticated than what she’d become accustomed to. Not that she was uncomfortable with it and letting her imagination wander back over what she’d said found herself becoming excited as she considered how it was intended to work. And as if reading her thoughts Denise pointed to a corner and as one of the camera crew lifted the pad said, you’ll notice that beneath the padding there are a number of holes. These are meant to accommodate different configurations of corner posts from which netting can be connected to construct any uniquely shaped configuration of fighting area. Laughing at what she imagined her audience was thinking she added, and that concludes the tour. My staff will be in touch with respect to your arrangement and then the screen went blank.

Well it had filed in more of the blanks she thought and as Eve came out of the bathroom she handed her the remote and nodding to the TV said

“I think it’s going to be even better than what we thought. Take a look and then we’ll both get some rest. For sure we’re going to need it.”

Later in the day, both have had some sleep and feel refreshed from their trip. They’ve also ordered some food from what both considered a rather uninteresting menu and now with the remainder of it spread out across the coffee table they’re selected one of the CD’s Denise had left for them to review.

It opened with a wide screen view of the arena room and although everything except for the center of it was in shadow the stark outlines of the fighting pen stood out in bold relief. Configured as an eight sided structure about fifteen feet across and five feet high it was constructed with a series of ring ropes strung horizontally between the supporting posts at six inch intervals each tethered to it’s post by a variable length harness with the top most ones being the shortest and bottom ones being the longest. There were also vertical ropes strung between the top and bottom, also at six inch intervals and equipped with a padded bolster along the top that gave the structure a bowel-like appearance.

As for the spectators, at least those seated in the box like enclosures closest to the light, most were females and while a few were dressed as if they were attending one of the extravaganzas on the strip up above the rest seemed to be in whatever they thought best displayed what they considered to be their more relevant cultural assets, which not surprisingly seemed to be on the physical side. Not that she recognized any of them, not with the dim light and smokey atmosphere and in any event most were wearing masks. They mostly also seemed to have a drink or a smoke in hand though and from the appearance of the bluish haze drifting over the half-lit pen she assumed that the drinks weren’t the only simulate they were enjoying.

As she was about to comment to Eve about it though another female emerged from the shadows and began circling the pen. She was also wearing a mask but neither of them had any difficulty recognizing her. It was Denise, the female they’d met just a few hours earlier only this time instead of business attire she was dressed in low cut, tight fitting thigh length slacks, a sheer sleeveless top and an extravagant pair of fluted ankle boots.. Tall, statuesque, she let the spectators lustful admiration sweep over her for a moment then as a section of the netting was relaxed she slipped into the pen and with a welcoming gesture announced that the first fight was about to begin and with that a door at the other end of the ring opened and another female emerged to join her. .

Impressive muttered Eve as they admired the hard toned muscularity of her body only barely covered with a striped referee’s tee and extremely tight shorts. She was also wearing ring boots and a mask only this one was more of the type that not only covered the eyes and the bridge of the nose but also the back of the neck and the throat. Exchanging a few words with Denise she nodded her head and as Denise slipped back out of the pen raised her hand and pointing to the door from which she’d just emerged announced. Fighter number 7 and as a large powerfully built blond emerged and slipped through the opening she pointed to the door at the other end and announced Fighter number 12. This time it was a black female of equally impressive proportions that emerged and as she slipped through the opening the murmurs of anticipation began to change to speculative growls and comments of impatience.

The slack portion of the netting had also been re-tightened and letting them talk among themselves for a moment the referee pointed to the blond and as she slipped out of her short, thigh length robe announced that number 7 was five ten, had twenty five inch quads, sixteen inch arms and weighed one hundred and eighty nine pounds adding that her record in the Arena was three and one. .Her comments prompted another growl of approval and pointing to the black she continued. Number 12 is five eleven with fifteen and a half inch arms and has achieved a record of five and two. She weighs in at one eighty nine and as she shed her robe she added I’m sure you will agree that both of them appear to be perfectly suited for what they’re here for...

Both of them had been oiled but other than their UFC type gloves, masks and abbreviated ring boots they were naked and as another moan of anticipation was followed by a harsher growl of impatience each of them circled an arm around the others waist and as the guests roared their approval began strutting around the pen their outside arms raised as they proudly displayed their physical assets they were about to exercise. Rhonda noticed that they also had a number of tattoos. Not that it was unusual, both she and Eve had acquired a few as had probably most of those in attendance and turning to Eve asked

“Think you can recognize either of them?”

“Not really” murmured Eve. “Maybe the black from Detroit but the blond, if she’d who I think she is comes from a muscle club down in Atlanta that trains em for this.”

“Yeah, it does seem like they’ve almost been bred for it doesn’t it” muttered Rhonda?
Neither said anything but then as they returned to center the referee announced. The winner of this fight will receive approximately forty thousand dollars. It will consist of three rounds the. first for five minutes and followed by a five minute break. The second round will be for ten minutes followed by another five minute break and after that there will be a third round which will last until one of them gets it done. As intended it will be a primitive display of pure brutality with no rules or restrictions and as the spectators stood and began screaming their approval she looked at one and then the other and asked, you ready and receiving their nods of acknowledgment cried, then get it on bitches!!

Except for the light over the pen the rest had been extinguished throwing the surrounding seating areas into shadow and as the referee backed away both begun maneuvering around each other in the center of the pen. A few probing feints followed by a quick exchange to the upper body but then as the blond lunged into the black and hooked her right fist into her left side the suddenly amplified sound of their fists impacting each other seemed to override the vocal reactions of the spectators.

“Don’t know why we hadn’t expected that “ muttered Eve as the sounds of their fists impacting each other’s body blended with the diminished sounds of the spectators exclamations..

Rhonda didn’t reply, not that she disagreed but it was at that moment that the black chose to make an assessment of the blonds defenses and cocking her left arm in front of her breasts lunged forward. It seemed to catch the blond by surprise and as she reflexively tried to wedge her arm up with her her right forearm the black dropped to a crouch and drove her right fist into her lower belly and as the force of it twisted her to her left she straightened up and brought her left forearm back in a swiping blow across the front of her face.

Pretty good Rhonda thought noting the blood beginning to stream from the blonds nose. It didn’t seem to bother her much though and blowing it out she began wiping at it with the back of her glove as she backed away. The blacks supporters were quick to voice their approval though and acknowledging it with a pleased smile and a wave of her hand she resumed stalking after her.

“Bitch is really ripped isn’t she” muttered Eve admiringly as she nodded at the black?

“Both of them are” replied Rhonda.

“Yeah” muttered Eve and reaching for her fanny pack produced an elegantly rolled joint. Slipping it between her lips she paused for a moment while she got it going and added “seems these things go better with a joint don’t you think?”

Waiting for her to take another hit before reaching for it Rhonda took her turn and had to agree but as she handed it to back the blond suddenly sensed the side of the pen at her back and ducking down and thrusting both hands out in front of her charged into the black. It seemed to catch her by surprise, she’d probably hoped to trap her against the side and as the blonds fists began searching for her head and breasts the black was forced to cover up and retreat. It also resulted in her own back being forced against the other side of the pen and as she hit it the blond rushed in against her and thrusting her arms beneath her shoulders wrapped them around her back and tried to wrestle her to the floor. Rhonda thought it a mistake, maybe later but it seemed that it would have been better to soften her up a bit before she tried to take her to the floor. Not that it was the opinion of the majority of those that were watching though and from what she could hear being picked up by the sound system they seemed to favor the blonds initiative. Personally she guessed she’d take the black at this point and as they began furiously driving their knees up into each other at close range the thought occurred to her that to a certain degree it wasn’t much more than a delaying tactic to reach the five minute mark.

She also noticed that there appeared to be more bare skin visible where the light from the pen illuminated the first few rows of spectators and giving them a closer look guessed that for the most part they were in their late thirties to mid forties with a few that were probably on the other side of fifty. There were also a few younger but obviously buff females scattered among them, obviously the companions to some of the spectators but also probably in attendance to observe what competing in the pen might be like. Sort of like something I could relate to she thought but then as the black suddenly broke free and drove her left elbow up into the blonds face her attention was returned to the two in the pen.

The pen was too small for either of them to avoid each other and as the blond twisted away the black quickly hunched lower and drove her right fist into her lower belly then straightening up hooked it back into the left side of her head. It caught her a bit off-balance, staggering her and as she raised her arms to fend her off the black lunged into her slamming her left forearm against the front of her throat and as she started to stumble back hooked a savage right fist up into her cunt. Straightening up as the blonds back slammed against the side of the pen she made a move to follow her but the round was over and the referee stepped between them and waved her off.

Being relatively small the temperature in the room augmented by the spectators natural body heat had slicked both with a visible sheen sweat but with the exception of the blood dribbling from each of their noses they still seemed relatively unmarked. Neither of them appeared to be letting it affect them though and as they returned to their respective sides of the pen and the spectators erupted in a round of applause a few who had left their seats began to crowd around the outside of the pen behind where each were seated.

Reaching for the joint still dangling from Eve’s fingers Rhonda found herself scoring it for the black. Not by all that much but she’d seemed to be the one taking it to the blond and as she casually sprawled on her stool she seemed to exude an obvious sense of confidence. The blood had also stopped smearing across her chin and as she wiped at her breasts and belly with a towel Rhonda found herself imagining how it would be if she’d been the one that had been put in with her. As for the blond, she was a different story. The blood from her lips and nose was still dribbling and now for some reason she didn’t appear all that confident, shaken actually and Rhonda found herself wondering what was going through her mind. Probably not much different that what would have been going through hers she guessed but in any event the five minutes were about up and as the referee pushed away from the side the two of them rose from their stools and moved to join her. It was on again and after a cursory look into their faces she stepped back and throwing her arms out in front of her ordered them to get back at it..

Again the blond initiated the first move. Snorting the last of the blood from her nose she dropped into a crouch and lunging forward and wrapping her arms around the blacks waist burrowed her face between her breasts heaved her feet from the floor in an effort to throw her down . Their oily sweat slicked bodies were too slippery though and as the black screamed and slammed her hand against the side of the blonds head in an attempt to force it away from her breasts the two of them still locked together stumbled back against the side. Now with her right arm slung across the top bolster the black was able to wrap her legs up around the blonds waist and using her left hand to force her head to the side smashed her right fist into the front of her face. It worked, the blond dropped her arms and as the black let herself sag back to the floor she thrust her left forearm across the front of the blonds neck and forming the fingers of her right hand into a claw gouged the tips of them into the her left breast. Screaming with pleasure she tightened them, squeezing her breast meat between her fingers then gleefully digging her nails even deeper into the flesh dragged them back leaving deep bloody furrows leading toward the nipple.

Frantically grasping at her breast the blond tried to push her away but the black, now eager to close with her stumbled and as she did the blond was able to take advantage of it by hooking her right fist in a sweeping arc into the left side of her head. Staggering apart each now showed the evidence of their injuries. The black bleeding from both breasts from the blonds teeth while the blond still had the blood from her ruined mouth and nose streaming down her chin to mingle with that of the newly gouged furrows on her breast. The black’s right fist had also gotten her in the left side of her eye and the bruise it had left outside of the mask was already beginning to discolor.

It appeared to Rhonda that the black appeared to be overly concerned with what appeared to her to be superficial lacerations while the blond who was obviously in pain. She didn’t appear to be letting it affect her though and lowering her shoulder and charging into the black she smashed her right fist up between her legs and then grasping at the thick curly mass of her pubic mound and slamming her left arm across the front of her neck forced her down backwards onto the floor.

This time the blond landed on top and as the blacks back hit the padding she chocked her knees and dropped on top of her belly .Grasping her biceps with her hands and ducking down she drove the top of her head in under the blacks chin and then forcing her left thigh in under the blacks right leg forced it up and slammed her right knee up into her cunt. Again she did it then snapping her head up into the blacks chin and hunching up over her body she shifted her weight to her chest and forced her knees down onto her biceps. Pausing to catch her breath she straightened up and then with a quick look at the faces peering out at her from the shadows deliberately cupped her hands together and slammed then down into her face.

Good move thought Rhonda a bit breathlessly as she watched the now screaming black try to twist and buck her off. She was too big though, and too experienced and as the blacks back settled back onto the floor the blond laughingly drove her left fist into the right side of her head. Still taunting her she lifted her body away from her breasts forcing her knees down even harder onto her biceps and Rhonda thought she’d probably have succeeded if she’d just used her fists but instead she lifted herself once too often and as she did the black was able to throw her left leg up her back and wrapping it around the front of her neck roll her off onto the floor beside her.

“Stupid cunt” muttered Eve..”Could have had her if she hadn’t tried to ride her like a fuckin horse..”

“Yeah” replied Rhonda evenly and as the black rolled to her side and drove her right fist up between the blonds legs added “and she’s probably not going to get another chance to ride her.”

Both were on their hands and knees glaring at each other and Rhonda thought that if the blond was smart she’d bite the bullet by throwing herself onto her and finishing it any way that she could. The black seemed to be reading her mind though and suddenly pushing herself back and then erect she scrambled away to the other side of the pen.

“You still think the blond can do her” Rhonda murmured playfully?

“Not so much” replied Eve. “Probably could have but now I think she’s going to regret playing with her like that.”

The blond had regained her feet now and with her arms hanging loosely at her sides began maneuvering closer to the black. Both were breathing heavily and as they as they cautiously began closing up the harsh sound of it amplified by the directional mics seemed to drown out the soft babble of the spectators. Rhonda thought she rather liked that part of it too especially since it seemed to put you in the room right along with everything else. She also thought the blond would probably try it again but that this time it would be a mistake since the black would be expecting it. And so far she thought they really hadn’t much used their fists. It had been pretty much stand up fall down wrestling but as the blond cautiously moved within range of the black she suspected it was about to change.

A quick forward hop and then to the side but as the blond tried to fake her out with a feint to her head the black ducked to the left and lunging into her buried her right fist into the right side of her belly and then quickly followed it with a clubbing left over her right shoulder that crushed into her ear.

“She’ll hear the bells on that one” laughed Eve softly and as the black hooked her right fist back up against the right side of her face Rhonda replied with a “and she’ll see some stars with that one.”

She didn’t seem to want to chance anymore of it though and dancing away, her fists raised in front of her she motioned for the blond to come to her. It caused the spectators to shift around in their seats and Rhonda noticed there seemed to be fresh blood seeping from behind the blonds mask and from the way she kept brushing at it thought her left eye was probably beginning to give her some trouble. Probably coming from her eyebrow she guessed and thought that if the black were smart she’d do everything she could to injure or close it. From what she could see that would be the game over and apparently a number of the spectators who could be heard in the background urging her to “knock her other eye out” agreed with her. It seemed to register but she guessed the black had probably already decided on that and as the blond continued to back away, still motioning for her to come in and get some more she suddenly charged inside of her of her extended right and delivered a short one two punch into her guts and this time, not content to dance away, crowded into her and wrapping her left arm up around her neck wrestled her back to the center of the pen as she drove her right fist repeatedly into her face.

The spectators, mostly silent up to now, erupted screaming advice along with some curses but the blond, oblivious to the tumult swirling around them could only hook her right hand between the back of blacks legs in another desperate attempt to claw at her cunt but they were both unbalanced and as the black screaming with rage locked her thighs together the two of them toppled to the floor. This time it was the black that landed on top and tightening her arm and snugging the blonds neck beneath her shoulder threw her right leg over the blonds right thigh and twisted her over onto her back. She’d forgotten about the teeth though and as she wrenched her face into her left breast the blond buried them into it causing her to involuntarily release her arm. It was an opportunity for the blond and driving her left fist in between her legs she opened her hand and clawing her fingers into her cunt rolled her off and then rolled herself to her knees. Her fingers still lingered in the blacks pubic hair though and as the black tried to push her away she seemed to drag her with her. It wasn’t going to work of course and as the black began batting at her hand she scrambled to her feet taking a parting shot at the blacks head just as the buzzer sounded and the referee motioned them back to their respective sides of the pen

This time when the camera panned around the pen there were more of the spectators around it and as their comments and conversations began flowing out of the speakers Rhonda realized that for the most part she hadn’t been really been very much aware of them during the second round. Now though she was struck by their physical appearance. They no longer resembled the controlled and sophisticated look of the group as first seen. Now with their clothing plastered to their bodies from the closeness of the room and their faces registering their involvement in what they had come to watch Rhonda had the thought that they probably, among other things represented a few of the more notorious underground female muscle and fighting clubs. And they were certainly impressive she thought briefly admiring an older brunette stripped to a brief athletic bra and a pair of tight silk knee pants. Probably around one seventy she guessed and as for the body art she sported it could at best be only discreetly displayed. Another, maybe her daughter and attired in an almost transparent white cocktail dress was equally impressive and Rhonda found herself thinking that each probably had experienced the inside of either a pen or a cage. Had to be she thought, they were too much involved in this to be satisfied with just watching it and as the spectators parted she noticed that two other females of equally impressive proportions had joined them.

“Somehow I don’t think they’re exchanging the time of day” laughed Eve softly.

“No, don’t suppose so” mused Rhonda. “Probably talking about how much it would take ($) to put them together.”

“Yeah” replied Eve. “Maybe we should look through these DVD’s and see if they did” and as the spectators closed back in around them Rhonda assumed that there were probably other similar arrangements being discussed as well.

Reaching for her glass she watched as the camera panned around the room noting that just about all of the spectators seemed to have gathered in groups behind or around one of the fighters. It also appeared as if they were showing a bit more skin and she guessed there wasn’t any need to speculate about what they might be discussing. They’d probably be adjusting their wagers and perhaps soliciting interest in something similar and lifting the joint from Eve’s fingers watched as the camera continued it’s circuit of those that had remained in their seat. Or more accurately standing or gathering in small groups as they compared their thoughts and they also seemed more intent and a bit impatient as they waited for the start of the third and final round.

Rhonda noted that both the blond and the black were showing more of the effects of the fight now with the blonds nose and mouth as well as her left breast still bleeding where the black had clawed it and there appeared to be more of it seeping from beneath the left side of her mask but the black didn’t seem to have fared much better. Blood was still dribbling from her nose and mouth as well as from where the blonds teeth had found her breasts and Rhonda noticed that both seemed to have bloody smears between their legs from the damage that their fingers and knees had inflicted. Not that it would handicap either one of them and as the referee pushed herself away from the side they rose from their stools the spectators began urging them back together in a vicious roar of approval.

This time the volume of the sound system was louder and as the referee motioned for them to resume fighting they immediately closed up and began to drive their fists into each other at close range. To Rhonda it appeared as if there was a sort of now or never quality to it and as the sound of their labored breathing began washing over their harsh guttural grunts and gasps there seemed to be an appropriate sense of finality to it. There was also the clamor of the spectators in the background and as the blond suddenly ducked beneath a wildly directed swing of the black’s left arm and drove her right into the left side of her rib cage she found herself screaming for the black to mash her fist into her face. Belatedly she seemed to try for it but as she lunged into her and sliced at her head the blond ducked aside and wrapping her left arm around her waist and twisting to the right threw her bodily back against the side of the pen.

That brought another outburst of approval and as the spectators surged in around the side of the pen Rhonda found herself along with Eve joining them in screaming for a kill before forcing herself to relax as she reminded herself that it was just a DVD. Her breathing was ragged though and slipping her fingers down between her legs she let them stroke at her now juicy mound as she watched the blond back away before glancing sheepishly at Eve and wondering if she was as emotionally invested in the blond as she was in the black. Probably not she guessed knowing that she’d been around it longer but then as the black suddenly launched herself away from the side and hooked her left fist into the blonds lower belly she noticed Eve winch and then cry softly “back away baby?” Good she thought smiling to her self, yeah, just a DVD but it had satisfied her curiosity and as the blond backed away and parried the black’s left fist now was searching for her face she found herself joining Eve in expressing their respective emotions. Just like you were there she thought and then as the black managed to clip the blond on the chin she found herself screaming for her to “go for it, clock the fucking cunt.”

This time neither one of them made an effort to conceal their emotions and as the two of them met again in the center of the pen and both began screaming uselessly at the TV screen as they watched them begin a furious exchange of thrust and parry. At first it was the blond as her shots to the black’s head and body were more accurate. She also seemed quicker on her feet but then the black appeared to be was more resolute and when she had the chance her fists seemed to wreck a bit more damage. It was hard to tell though especially with the amount of blood and sweat smearing across their bodies. Rhonda thought the blond was tiring though, she seemed slower on her feet and a bit confused while the black seemed to be exhibiting increased energy and confidence. She was also getting through the blonds defenses on a more regular basis now and as the blond ducked back and away from a left cross she drove her right fist flush into the front of her face causing the blonds nose and mouth to explode in a bath of blood and as she she fell back against the side the black followed her first drilling a powerful left into the center of her chest then as she started to slump to her right a hard hooking a right into the left side of her head. It was final and as she stepped away and the blond slipped to a seated position on the floor, her right hand out to keep herself erect, the black stepped forward and hooking the fingers of her left hand into the back of her mask dragged her back to the center of the pen.

Breathing heavily, her body trembling from exertion and her left hand still grasping the back of the blonds mask she raised her right arm. She had won and as the spectators, now closely packed in around the pen shouted their approval and began voicing their preferences she yanked the blonds head up to the level of her waist and wrapping her left thigh over her right shoulder pulled her face into the cleft between her legs. Looking down she worked it in then as the spectators again screamed approvingly she squeezed her thighs together and let herself luxuriate in the feeling that was sweeping over her. The blond was beginning to struggle though and as the voices spectators cried out for her to do it she reached down and holding the right side of the blonds head with her left hand drove her right fist into the left side of her head. Deliberately she did it again eliciting another roar of approval. It was the coup de gra and releasing her grip let the blonds body fall back to the floor.

There was a pause as the spectators adjusted to the end of it then as she raised her arms in the primal sign of victory they screamed for her to do it. Laughing now she looked around at their faces then stooping down she retrieved the double ended dildo that had been thrown at her feet.
Made of white pliable rubber about 16 inches in length she slipped the smooth, softer part of it into her vagina and grasping the straps slowly and deliberately cinched it into her cunt. Laughing, she toyed with it, letting her hand slip along it’s length as she let them imagine what it would feel like and then as their murmurs of anticipation began to be heard from the shadows she pirouetted in the center of the pen letting the spectators begin to anticipate what she was about to do. But then she was ready and stepping between the blonds legs and teasing them apart she dropped to her knees between them. Lifting them up and laying them across her shoulders she hunched forward began inserting the exposed end of the shaft into the blond.

“Each end is different” she heard Eve murmur. “The one that she’s going to use on the blond is designed to swell and cause not so soft knobs and ridges to form on it’s surface the more vigorously she manipulates it.”

“Sorta like the more she gets off on it the worse it gets for the blond?”

“Yeah” laughed Eve, “That’s pretty much the idea.”

The arena was quiet now as the black began walking her knees forward between the blonds thighs the shaft of the dildo slowly began disappearing between her legs. Finally, wiggling her lower torso to set it she looked up smiling as she savored the thought of what she was about to do then as the blond began to weakly writhe and twist beneath her she let her legs slip off her shoulders and leaning up over her body let it momentarily slip out of her then with a lusty cry of satisfaction she drove the roughly shaped end of it deeply into her cunt.

Rhonda’s breathing had become more shallow as she’d watched but now as the blonds agonized scream flooded back out through the speakers she found herself settling back onto the couch as a visceral sense of lusty satisfaction swept over her. It was appropriate and she felt a liking for it, Eve too and as their view of the pen became partially obscured by the spectators now surging around it each found their fingers beginning to complement the openly lustful passions that the fight had aroused in them. Hardly breathing their eyes focused downward on the scene unfolding before them as they watched the black enthusiastically begin driving the thick pliable shaft into the blond. The directional mics were also capturing the sound of the spectators approving cries as they encouraged her on to further mayhem and for a moment Rhonda wondered if she might go to far. She knew that at this point she didn’t care though and from the sound of Eve’s snarls of pleasure knew she didn’t either. Each of them felt as if they had been as much a part of it as the spectators had been and as the overhead camera slid out to capture the scene from above they silently they watched as an arm raised, a fist clenched, listened to the blonds wails of anguished outrage and the blacks grunts of lusty gratification as leaning out over her wildly bucking body she methodically rammed the dildo into her cunt. Finally with a last strangled scream the blonds arm fell back to the floor and she fell silent. It was over and settling back down onto her body the now exhausted black slowly withdrew the blood-soaked shaft from between the blonds legs and as the spectators roar of approval swept over her struggled to her feet. .

Both were silent as they settled back into the couch and watched as several of the blacks supporters climbed into the pen to hoist her onto their shoulders and as the screen began to fade and the spectators enthusiastic cries began to fade with it she turned to Eve and with a short, lustful laugh of anticipation asked.

“Are we ready?”
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