Rhonda VII
Black&White Tag

Little different from the last time Rhonda thought admiring the sleek perfection of Denise’s legs. Of course then it had been a business suit, sensible shoes and a long sleeved blouse and now. while the auburn hair was still coiled in a bun at the back of her head and the fashionable squared off glasses still framed her eyes it was a pair of brief shorts and a tank top that deliberately highlighted her truly impressive rack. And she really did have a great pair of legs she though feeling a lustful twinge as she watched her cross and then deliberately re-cross them. Obviously done for our benefit but whatever, she liked it and knew Eve would too. Of course by now it was also obvious that she was on their side of the sexual fence and that made it even better. Not that she expected it to do either of them much good as she watched her riffle through the envelope she’d brought and reaching for her tea settled back into the corner of the couch and waited for her to open the conversation.

“I imagine that you might have some questions” she began.

“You mean aside from the condition of the blond in the DVD” asked Eve?

“Yes” laughed Denise. “Aside from the present condition of the blond who by the way has somewhat recovered and is considering her participation in what we have come to refer to as an extremely ultimate rematch.”

“Wonderful” muttered Rhonda then brushing off the implications of her last remark added, “as for myself now that I have a better feel about your guests and where they’re coming from I think I’d like a better picture of why this works the way it seems to?”


“Well yes I guess we could discuss that” she laughed then pausing added. “Of course the DVD should have made it obvious that the majority of our clientele are the physically active lesbian types that are generally referred to as Dykes, or” she added with a laugh, “in the vernacular as Bitch Dykes. They are, for the most part, bigger, more hard bodied and confrontational and while I could be referring to any number of sports related qualities in this case I’m referring to their attraction to arranged fights between special types of females. Super dykes if you like who while embodying their physical and physiological profiles lack their attendant social constraints and as a consequence are free to engage in the types of unrestricted exhibition fighting arrangements that our guests are attracted to.”

“And for which we and they are richly rewarded” murmured Eve.

“Yes, I think you’ve gotten the idea behind most of it” replied Denise “although not so noticeable from the DVD is the fact that their “attraction” has also led them to provide the financial support for both their favored candidates as well as the funding for our operations. And” she added “it also provides them with opportunities to pursue what we refer to as personal challenges.”

“And the tote board we saw in the DVD” asked Rhonda?

“Yes, that too” replied Denise with a laugh. “In addition to the sum of cash that you agreed to for your participation the winner of the arrangement receives approximately 10% of the total of the guests wagering.”

“Well I guess that pretty much explains the rest of it” muttered Eve then laughing added. .”We’ve also noticed that not all of those in the video appeared to be the mature, well off guests you’ve described.”

“Ah yes”purred Denise smiling as if the thought of them pleased her. “The girl friends or more accurately their playthings or perhaps as we are inclined to refer to them as, their ladies in waiting. They are of course, at least for the most part, the physical and physiological embodiment of their mistress’s imaginations and most of our guests seem to have undertaken the support and development of at least one and in some cases two or three of them, each of which as you might well imagine have dedicated themselves to pleasing their mistress’s in every respect. You might say it’s a requirement if they wish to experience the full benefits of the relationship.”

“And it would appear ” observed Eve, “that their, ah, care and feeding so to speak is designed to compliment their physical characteristics with respect to why they’re here.”

“Yes actually and that was well put” purred Denise in reply. “To be blunt their physiological profiles very much mirror those of their mistress’s and the social interaction that they are subjected to here is specifically designed to encourage their physical expression of it in whatever their mistress’s might arrange for them which of course frequently seems to entail serving as their personal representatives in the Arena.”

Neither said anything but then as Denise began riffling through the papers on the table Eve muttered almost to herself. “Sort of like their own personal gladiatrix’s” then addressing her comment to Denise continued “but as we both know the types of arrangements that you’ve described, arrangements which deliberately combine the physical as well as the sexual side of what we’re discussing frequently tend to get out of control.”

“Ah yes” replied Denise with a soft laugh. “Things like that do tend to happen, don’t they? And to be frank about it considering the strong sexual element that’s inherent in them it constitutes one of it’s key characteristics. It’s also why the device in the DVD that you watched was introduced.” Pausing for a moment she added. “Of course if and when an accident should occur we are quite capable of handling it with the utmost discretion.”

“And I suppose that means in a what happens here stays here sort of way” relied Rhonda evenly.

“Yes” she purred. “It’s good that you see it that way. But then again our purpose is to provide that unique venue where our guests can express their proclivities with respect to this sort of thing without being concerned about the consequences.” It was silent in the room for a moment and then with a quick glance at Rhonda Eve said.

“I guess the next thing is how it’s all going to come down for us” nodding to Rhonda.

“Well” replied Denise. “As you know things like this can take many forms but I think you’ll both appreciate the arrangement that I’m proposing for you” Pausing for a response she glanced from one to the other then laughing softly and with obvious relish laid a sketch of the arena room out on the coffee table and tapping it with a pencil began. “The idea is for the two of you to engage with two others in a gladiatorial style contest with the rewards going to the team or the individual team member that’s left standing at the end of it.” Pausing for a moment to gauge their reaction she continued “For the type of arrangement that I have in mind the fighting area you saw in the DVD will be reconfigured into an oval shape approximately twenty feet long and fifteen feet wide and situated on a temporary base about twelve inches above the floor of the arena. The same angle of outward cant to the pole supports will apply but an additional perimeter ring rope will be installed at the top of the structure raising the height of it to almost seven feet which should ensure that none of the participants can be prematurely ejected from it.”
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“And since it’s obviously a team effort how does all of this come about?” asked Rhonda.

“Ah yeah, the rules” she replied. “The easiest way to explain this is for you to visualize two teams of fighters each of which will put forth a lead fighter who will fight for one three minute round followed by a one minute break. After that one minute break the fighter from one of the teams will be replaced by their teammate who will continue to fight the original fighter from the other team for another three minute round. At the end of that, the second round and the one minute break the original fighter will be replaced by their teammate who will fight two rounds, the first with the other teams second fighter and then another three minute round with that teams first fighter. After that there will be a five minute break after which each of the teams or the surviving members of each team will engage each other in a free fight until the arrangement has been decided. And” she added, “as you may have concluded from your viewing of the DVD the guests interest centers on the purest forms of combat, specifically one on one or all in on one and in it’s most unrestricted and primitive forms.”

“Interesting” muttered Eve. “How do you decide which side gets the first two rounds?”
“The spectators express their preference” smiled Denise.

“I suppose they do that with their thumbs” laughed Rhonda somewhat sarcastically adding. “about the only thing you haven’t covered I guess is what happens if somebody goes down.”

“Well” relied Denise. “If one goes down they are replaced by their teammate for the remainder of the round and if they are still unable to continue after that round and the one minute rest period that follows it that teammate will be required to finish the remainder of the first teammates two round series and then fight until a total of four three minute rounds have taken place. After that and the five minute break that follows it the surviving fighter will be required to face the survivor or survivors of the other team in the free fight until it has been decided.” Again she paused and then with a malicious smile added. “In addition to the arranged purse of fifty thousand US plus the ten percent of the betting pool an additional $1000 will be awarded to the surviving team member for each minute that they survive after a their partner has been eliminated..”

“Which aside from encouraging an interest in prolonging the arrangement should make you think twice before going down” muttered Rhonda.

“Yeah” replied Denise. “Thar’s pretty much the idea and the three minute rounds with the one minute break seem to encourage a rather tenacious effort, if you know what I mean.” Pausing for a moment then looking from one to the other she added. “Of course the free fight that follows it is usually concluded in the same way as the one between the blond and the black in the DVD” and pausing for a moment to allow them to contemplate what she’d said she added. “Do you accept the conditions and the potential consequences?”

“Yeah, we’re up to it” replied Eve evenly then experiencing the first surge of excitement begin to well up within her along with her anticipation added . “Just let us know when.”

“Marvelous” breathed an obviously now excited Denise. “Tonight. You’ll be collected about ten and your opponents will be Stella and Juno, both of whom you are already familiar with. I would also suggest that you might consider a light pre-fight workout and then get some rest. Which also means that you should probably refrain from any sexual activity until after it’s over” and saying so she collected her papers and giving each of them a nod slipped out of the room.

LATER

As promised they’d been collected shortly before ten and escorted down to the holding room on the lower level but as Rhonda glanced at the TV monitor above the door showing the fight in progress she guessed it would be at least another ten to fifteen minutes before they were called. She also noted that the fight cage had been reconstructed as Denise had described it with the modified size of it taking up almost all of the arena area and relegating the guests to the seating alcoves or standing behind the barrier. It didn’t seem to be having much effect on the way they were relating to what they were watching though noting the strident viciousness of their enthusiasm and their frequently violent jostling and screaming as they surged along the barrier chasing after the action.

Not that any of it was unexpected but seeing it all in real time and just on the other side of the holding room door was a bit unnerving. And their physical appearance of the guests seemed to deliberately compliment that feeling noting a few cocktail dress’s, probably for the newbie’s with the rest pretty much decked out in whatever they apparently thought best advertised their most relevant physical attributes. Sort of like what she’d always imagined those that might have attended the privately staged games of ancient Rome featuring specially trained females might have been like. And like their ancient ancestors they were obviously there by choice noting their raucous cries of emotion as first one and then the other fighter seemed to prevail.. Taking a deep breath and settling back into one of the plastic chairs she extended her leg and began a closer examination of the two depicted on the monitor while the attending girl began strapping on the sandals. .

It was obvious that neither of the two pictured could be considered a cat fighter. One was a short haired nordic appearing blond and the other a now straggly haired Latino each with the hard bodied and somewhat scarred musculature usually associated with the more vicious forms of unrestricted gladiatorial style fighting. They were also in what appeared to be the final throws of their struggle and from Rhonda’s point of view the Latino appeared to the one that was getting it done.

The girl that was attending to them had also finished with the half soled fighting sandals and as she reached for the mask like head dress Rhonda noticed that Eve had already been fitted with hers. Consisting of a white leather band that circled the head with an extension that dropped down to cover the eyes and the bridge of the nose it had an additional strap that circled below the ears and around the back of the head connecting to another strap that circled the neck.. The attendant had also applied a number to their left shoulders and now as she cinched the minuscule semi transparent pouch’s up over their bulging crotch’s it was only left to fit the UFC type fighting gloves. Constructed along the lines of a standard glove but in white leather and with additional padding installed across the top of the fingers as well as the back of the hand and Rhonda had the feeling that the probable intent of the modifications was to complement the purpose of the $5000 per minute bonus that Denise had mentioned earlier. Glancing at the mirror she also had the thought that she probably didn’t look all that different from what a gladiatrix of an earlier time might have looked like but as a suddenly raucous scream returned her attention to the monitor she noted that the Latino was now the only one standing and guessed it was about to be their turn in the pen.

Most of the guests were pressing in closer against the side now screaming their approval and calling for her to finish her and as she watched the Latino dropped down on top and with a last vicious series of fists to her head and upper body did so. It was over and raising from her prostrate body the Latino raised her arms and began strutting around the cage. Her victory prance. It lasted only for a few moments though and as the screen went blank the attendant grasped a squeeze container of oil and began quickly applying it to both Eve and herself. Almost time and as she finished up and stepped away they turned to face the door and silently waited for it to open.

It seemed like longer but probably not more than a few minutes, just enough time for those in the other room to settle back into their alcoves, refresh their libations and digest what they’d watched but then as the door to the arena room swung open, the attendant murmured “Good Luck” and exchanging a quick glance they stepped out into the brighter lights of the Arena Room.

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust but then as the shadows receded and the faces surrounding them became clearer they became aware of Denise and another female standing in the center Their opponents, Stella and Juno were also there each wearing similarly white leather head pieces and gloves and as Denise raised her arms and motioned the four of them to either side of her the guests rose to their feet and erupted in another raucous cry of approval

“Good evening and welcome to the second event of the evening. I think you’ll agree that we’ve prepared a rather unique treat for you” and as their enthusiastic response came back from the shadows she continued. “It will be a very special event in that we have two teams of particularly well qualified female fighters who we’ve pitted against each other in a most unusual way. On my left is number # 3, the redhead at 5'11" & 183. She’s paired with number #8 the blond at 5'10" & 180 and on my right is black number #2 at 5'11" & 188 paired with Black number #6 at 5'10" & 184 ” Smiling with obvious relish she continued. “And to make it even more interesting numbers #3 & #8 are long time partners while numbers #2 & #6 are in the process of developing a similar relationship, a situation which considering their obvious superb physical conditioning and predatory inclinations can only contribute to making their arrangement even more exciting. For this fight partial rules of “Cage” will apply and since they are no longer familiar to the most of you I will explain how they work. Each team will put forward a lead fighter each of which will be required to fight for one three minute round which will be followed by a one minute break. After that one minute break the fighter from one of the teams will be replaced by their teammate who will continue to fight the original fighter from the other team for another three minute round. At the end of that, the second round and the one minute break that follows it the original fighter will be replaced by their teammate who will fight two rounds, the first with the other teams second fighter and then another three minute round with that teams first fighter. Pausing as the comments and groans of surprised satisfaction of the guests filled the room she continued. “There will then be a five minute recess after which each of the teams or all of the surviving members of each team must engages in a free fight until the arrangement has been decided.” there was another pause while the guests considered what she’d said and then she continued. “Of course during the first series of rounds one fighter might well go down and if this should happen they will be replaced by their teammate for the remainder of the round and if the fallen teammate is unable to continue after that round and the one minute rest period that follows it the remaining teammate will be required to finish the remainder of the first teammates series of rounds and then after the five minute break engage with the other teams surviving fighter or fighters in a free fight until the arrangement is decided. I would also like to add that in addition to the winners ten percent of the betting pool now displayed on the tote board $1000 will be awarded to the losing team member for each minute they are able to survive during the free fight. And as is customary with this type of arrangement all types and methods of fighting are permitted and approved.” Nodding to the female in the striped shirt added “Sylvia will not interfere in any way except to enforce the down rule and the time limits with the winner’s being the last team or team member standing.”

The announcement was met by scattered comments and murmurs of approval but then as the guests digested what she’d said they burst out in ragged applause and scattered cries of approval and smiling at their response and looking about the room she turned to Rhonda and Eve and asked which was prepared to start. It was to be Eve and as she stepped forward Juno moved to face her and motioning Rhonda and Stella to the holding box’s she slipped out of the cage as Eve and Juno squared off in the center. The guests had become quiet, at least for the moment although some murmuring and muttering could be heard coming from the shadows and as the two of them began maneuvering around each other Rhonda found her attention wandering to the shadowy figures in the seating alcoves..

Some here and there looked not unfamiliar, maybe from the Pit Club or maybe from some of their forays through the underground fight scene back home. The rest not so although they were at least as interesting, especially the ones that seemed to be sporting expensive accenting jewelry and dressed in obviously expensive styles of physically expressive clothing. Clothing she thought that in many cases seemed to be designed specifically for what they were here for. One in particular was wearing a helmet style head piece that covered the entire head and part of the shoulders, a g-string, leggings and nothing else while another rather burly female seemed to be adorned in nothing more than a mask and a long flowing sleeveless robe gathered loosely around her waist. She also noticed what appeared to be the figure of Marta on the far side of the room but as she tried to get a better look Juno suddenly closed with Eve driving a hard left hook at the side of her head and then lunging into her hooked her right fist up into the lower side of her rib cage.

Eve seemed to have been prepared for it, at least for most of it and as her fist smacked into her ribs she clipped the right side of her head with a left hook before scrambling away. It brought a grunt of satisfaction from the guests, not much more than that. A few also could be heard shifting about in their seats and one or two moved down to stand behind the barrier but for the most part they seemed content to wait. Eve seemed content to wait too and as Juno resumed her advance she kept backing away keeping her at a relatively safe distance as she waited for an opening of her own. Juno was becoming impatient though, increasing the shuffle speed of her feet and as she maneuvered Eve back toward the narrow end of the cage it caused Rhonda to catch her breath. This time she seemed more prepared for her though and as Juno suddenly led with her right she ducked in beneath it and buried her left fist into her right breast then quickly swiveling her body hooked her right fist back up into her mouth.

Now it was Juno’s mouth that was bleeding and as the guests raucous cry of approval swelled up around them she backed away with furiously burying her fists into her belly, breasts and then as her back hit the side of the cage a looping roundhouse right to the left side of her head. Breathing heavily she paused as Juno reached back to grasp at the side of the cage for support but then as she hunched down and began to lurch away along the side she cocked her fists and began to follow her.

That brought another response from the spectators and as they leaned out of the shadows and closer to the side of the cage their facial expressions became more distinct. . Several seemed more familiar now, one in particular seemed now almost certainly to be Marta but it wasn’t all that surprising considering the relationship she’d shared with Stell. It wasn’t something to dwell on though as Juno picked that moment to charge back into Eve and wrapping her arms around her upper body pressed her arms to her sides and began began furiously driving her right knee up between her legs as she wrestled her back against the side of the cage. It might have worked but time was short and as Eve’s back hit the side she slammed her forehead into Juno’s head which caused her to release her arms and as she staggered back, her hand covering her face Rhonda noted that both her nose as well as her mouth were now spewing blood. Eve was also following her again but the time was up and Sylvia forced herself between them and directed each back to their respective holding areas.

“Good one” muttered Rhonda encouragingly as she wiped the worst of the smeared blood and sweat from Eve’s face and breasts. “Those three minute rounds are pretty short though and this is probably gonna be tougher than we figured.”

“Yeah” replied Eve a bit breathlessly. “And it’ll gonna take longer too”

Rhonda didn’t reply. Eve had another three to go, this time with Stell but she noticed that Juno’s face and breasts still showed the effects of her efforts and making a mental note of it decided that when it was her turn her face would be where she’d start. The minute was about up though and as the gate to the holding cell slammed open she ran the towel across Eve’s face for one last time and waved her through it.

Watching as she danced out to the center Rhonda was pleased at the way she’d gotten to Juno but there was another three minutes before it was her turn and settling back onto the stool watched her as she blocked Stell’s left with her forearm and then drove her right fist into her lower belly. A move which Stell, suddenly twisting to her right and jacking her knee into Eve’s face probably seemed to have anticipated. A mistake she thought as she watched the husky black chop at the back of Eve’s neck with the side of her hand. Now it was Eve’s face that was weeping and as she reared back and clasped her right hand to the side of her head Stell quickly slammed her right fist into her mouth then raising her arms above her head and with a disdainful laugh pranced back to the center of the cage.

“Fucking bitch” thought Rhonda starting from her stool as she watched her preen for the spectators.

While it didn’t seem to be a game changer it raised Rhonda’s opinion of Stell’s skills as well as her thought process but as Eve wiped at the blood and begin sidling away along the side she guessed she’d get back at her before her three minutes were up. Not that Stell didn’t seem to expect it, obviously she would and as Eve passed in front of the face that she thought to be Marta’s Stell confirmed it by insolently blowing her a kiss.

There was only about a minute left to it though and as Eve suddenly wheeled around and dropped into a crouch she guessed that she was about to try to make the most of it. Not that Stell wasn’t ready for that too but as she leaned forward and lowered her upper body in anticipation of what she expected Eve surprised her. Straightening up she quickly stepped into her range and hooked her right fist into her face and as Stell sagged back lifted her left leg and and whirling to the right drove her foot into the right side of her head. It staggered her and as she fell back and grasped at the side of the cage Rhonda expected Eve to press into her but instead she stood there watching as she managed to straighten up and move away from the side. Bad idea she thought but not hers to call and as the two of them again began dancing around each other in the middle of the cage she screamed for Eve to put her down again. And as Stell missed with a long looping left to her head she almost did. Ducking beneath it she drove her other fist into the front of her face which she quickly followed with a knee lift between her legs that forced her back toward where Rhonda was seated. It wasn’t as effective as her foot to the head had been but it had bloodied her and as she hurriedly backed away along the side it occurred to her that the three minute rounds really would have an effect on the outcome which as a buzzer sounded in the background and Sylvia moved away from the side to separate them seemed to confirm it.

This time it was Eve’s turn to relax. The first two rounds were done, probably a draw at this point and the next two would be Rhonda’s. She was breathing heavily though and as she wiped her face with a towel Eve muttered.

“Over to you babe. Work on the bitch’s face for me.”

(Second Go; Rhonda vs Stell then Juno)

Running her hand along Eve’s thigh Rhonda nodded as she silently contemplated what awaited her but then as the buzzer sounded she slapped her partners leg and with a short laugh said.

“Just for you babe, I’ll start on her face” and rising from her stool she slipped out onto the arena floor.

Stell was waiting, somewhat tenuously but as Rhonda moved more to the center of the cage she suddenly lowered her head and charging across the floor drove her right fist at her head. An easy parry and ducking beneath her extended arm Rhonda slipped a right cross to the left side of her head and as she staggered to the side quickly crowded in and twisting to her right hooked her left fist up into the lower right side of her ribs cage. Sensing the spectators sudden rush of approval sweep over her she stepped back and then as Stell began to gather herself raised her fists and began maneuvering her back against the side of the cage. Not that she was all that successful and as she hooked a right at her head Stell managed to duck to the side and as she followed, perhaps too closely, she feinted with her right and as she moved to deflect it Stell buried her left in her right breast. Dancing away, smiling at her success she motioned for Rhonda to follow her but instead, not wishing to play her game, she lunged into her and furiously swinging her fists at her head and forcing her back against the side. It wasn’t pretty but it worked and as Stell’s back hit the side she drove a well placed punch to the front of her face then crowding into her hooked it back into her lower body. Not that it was totally risk free and as she closed in against her Stell managed to get her right hand up to her left breast and sinking her fingers into it dragged her sharpened nails back across the flesh as she tried to tear at the nipple.

It caused Rhonda a sudden wave of apprehension but as she frantically pushed her hand away it was replaced by a sense of rage. Furious she slammed her right knee up between Stell’s legs and wrapping her arms around her waist threw her bodily back against the side then backing away, her hand still massaging her breast she paused to catch her breath. As she was about to do it again though the buzzer signaled the three minutes were up and Sylvia motioned her back to where Eve was waiting..

Slipping onto her stool and wiping at her face she looked out across the arena. She felt good about it, other than some deep scratches her left breast and looking across at Juno thought that while her split lips still seemed to be weeping and she sported a bloody nose neither seemed to be bothering her. In fact she seemed to be sharing a laugh with Stell. Have to see how funny she thinks it is after this she thought but then as Sylvia began moving back to the center of the cage she rose from her stool and as the door swung open stepped out onto the arena floor to meet her.

Rhonda’s first thought was that she really was a big bitch. Had to have at least five pounds on her and probably another inch of reach but then she remembered that she hadn’t seemed all that quick when she’d been with Eve. At least not as quick as Stell and as she began circling to her left, staying just out of her reach, decided the best thing would be to go for an injury. It was worth a try and as Juno lunged at her with a swinging right to the side of her head it also occurred to her that she might have thought the same. Ducking under it, not totally, it clipped the back of her head but it put her inside the big blacks long arms and slipping her left arm under Juno’s shoulder slid her hand along her back and pulling her into her swung her right fist directly into her mouth. She was a bit quicker than she’d thought though and as she tried to draw away Juno wrapped her right arm around the back of her neck and hooked her left into the right side of her face just as Rhonda drove her right knee up between her legs.

As they backed apart the spectators roared with delight . It was different from what they’d expected but they liked what they were getting and from the sound of their enthusiastic cries of encouragment they were impatient for more. And more they were going to get she guessed as Juno suddenly lunged at her. Parrying her right with her left she drove her right fist into her left breast .then quickly dropping her arm hooked her fist back up into the smallness of her lower belly before wrapping her left around the back of her waist and wrestling her back to the center of the cage. Her intention was to throw her to the floor but there wasn’t time, the three minutes were up and Sylvia was forcing her way between them and parting reluctantly they returned to their respective ends of the arena

“Five minutes” murmured Eve as she took her seat. “Would have been nice if you coulduv broken something but you did good.”

“Yeah, I should’ve. And I did try” laughed Rhonda a bit breathlessly adding “she might not be quick but she’s one big, hard bitch.”

Neither had much more to say as they considered what lay ahead but Rhonda noticed that more of the spectators had begun to gather around the outside of the cage. She also noticed that for the most part the ones around their end were Caucasian while those that were clustering around the other end were mostly brown or black. Not that she’d considered it before but she guessed the apparently deliberate racial pairings contributed an edge to it which the guests seemed to favor. She was momentarily distracted by the thought but then she was suddenly conscious of a vaguely familiar face .just outside of the wire. She seemed to recall her as being one of those they’d seen in the video, tall, short blond spiky hair and exceptionally buff all of which was on full display. In a way it was almost as if she’d dressed just for her with her micro mini and muscle tee screaming out not only her sexuality but her obvious and overt physicality as well leaving Rhonda without any doubts that she was also a sister in kind. Having caught Rhonda’s eye she laughed and reaching through the wire rubbed her hand across her shoulder murmured.

“I liking watchin you do it Red. Course I’d sorta like it to be me doin it to you so I gotta be hopin it’s you that gets it done.”

“Thanks” replied Rhonda evenly. “Your looking to be sorta like the kind I’d like to do it to myself.”

“Well” the blond replied. “I guess maybe we oughta think about it cause my money’s on you and your friend to be the ones left standing after it’s over.”

“Very good of you” sneered Rhonda. Not that I’m gonna need your whatever but I’ll be looking forward to talking about maybe you and me later on. You’d sorta be like icing on my cake if you know what I mean.”

It was on her mind to say something else but by now the blond had been elbowed aside and Eve had begun shifting around on her stool indicating that the time was short. She also noticed for the first time that both of their white leather masks and gloves had turned brownish from the blood and taking a deep breath said.

“I guess it’s you for Stell and me for Juno isn’t it?”

“Yeah” replied Eve “and when I get done with her you and I can finish Juno.”
The time was up and as the guests hands and fingers were retracted through the wire the gates slammed open and the four of them emerged to join Sylvia in the center of the cage.

There was an intensity about it now that hadn’t been there during the first four rounds, probably due in part to their preliminary nature but now that the time to finish it was at hand she knew they couldn’t afford any serious mistakes. The spectators sensed it too and having settled back into the shadows were for the most part quiet as they watched them prepare to get together. Rhonda had the thought that Sylvia, her thick bullet shaped nipples poking against the thin fabric of her tee and the sight of her bulging mound swelling beneath the vee of her abbreviated shorts was apparently anticipating it as much as they were and as the spectators faces seemed to emerge from the shadows Sylvia looked from one to the other and then lowering her arms cried.

“Get it on, finish it” and with that she retired to the side as the four of them began maneuvering around each other in the center of the cage.

As they began cautiously circling each other it appeared as if Juno and Stell had probably decided pretty much what she and Eve had, that Juno would be for her and Stell for Eve but taking no chances she slipped to the side hoping that it would lure Juno away from the other two. It seemed to work and as she slipped between Eve and herself she motioned for her to come to her. She was cautious though and as she kept circling around her it occurred to her that there might be more to what had in mind than simply the two of them and almost immediately she felt Stell’s foot slam into her back. She paid for it though and as she turned back Eve hooked her right fist into the left side of her head and then rushing into her lifted her left knee up between her legs before pushing her away. Apparently it was what Juno was waiting for and lunging into Rhonda she hooked her right fist into her left side before stepping back and balancing on her right foot drove her left foot against the right side of her right knee. It wasn’t enough to put her down but as she hobbled awkwardly away Juno followed after her furiously driving her fists at her head as she maneuvered her back against the side of the cage.

That brought a mounting growl of approval from the spectators and a few more left the shadows to gather along the side as the free form more primitive part of the fight began to develop. It was what they’d been waiting for and Juno obviously felt it to. Pausing she saluted them then as they pressed even closer, thrusting their arms through openings in the cage she gave them a wolfish smile and with a lustful cry for battle launched herself into Rhonda now trapped against the side of the cage.

Although she hadn’t expected it it sort of worked and as Juno, her head lowered like a bull charged into her she thrust her body up over her back and wrapping her arms around her waist and locking her hands together leaned back and lifting Juno’s feet from the floor heaved her up and over her shoulder and onto her back behind her. Pausing for a moment to catch her breath she turned then dropping to her knees locked Juno’s head between them. Again she paused but then taking a deep breath and grasping one of Juno’s flaying arms thrust her other hand down between her legs and tangling her fingers in her virulent mass of her pubic hair began digging her fingers into the soft moistness of her mound. Crude but it seemed to work and as she felt Juno begin to buck and twist beneath her she felt the first waves of satisfaction begin to sweep through her. Of course it wouldn’t work for long but she’d enjoy it while it lasted and hunching forward and forcing her knees onto her upper arms settled her sex onto her face and hooking her thumb and index finger into her cunt and anus heaved her lower body up to her face.

Juno’s muffled groans were drowned out by another raucous exclamations from the spectators but as Rhonda started to drive her other fist into her unprotected side Juno curved her right leg behind her neck and rolling her off and slamming her face into the floor struggled to her feet. Snorting the blood pouring from her nose Rhonda also lurched back to her feet. Now in hindsight her show of superiority hadn’t been all that productive and it was Juno doing the stalking and batting away a right cross she danced back toward the middle of the cage and waited for her to come after her. She’d failed to account for the presence of the other two though and as she concentrated on Juno she felt Stell’s foot drive itself into the small of her back. Snarling, Juno momentarily forgotten she whirled around but too late, Juno was already on her and wrapping her left arm over her right shoulder and across her back snugged her her head against her left breast and as Rhonda desperately tried to cover her face with her left hand Juno’s right fist came searching for it.

On the other side of the cage Eve was having better luck and and as Stell turned back to confront her she’d cloths-lined her across the front of her neck driving her down to the floor on her back . That brought another, now more vociferous exclamation from the spectators but Eve was oblivious to it and quickly falling on top straddled her and drove her right knee up between her legs then as she struggled to raise her upper body wrapped her left arm across the front of her neck and pulled her back over her left knee.. It effectively neutralized Stell’s right arm while exposing the front of her body and Eve quickly took advantage of it by driving her right fist into her lower belly then raising her arm again into her breasts. Pausing for a moment then wrenching her head even tighter beneath her arm she forced her over onto her left side and locked her legs together around her right thigh. It trapped her and as Eve applied even more pressure to her neck, bending her body backwards over her leg Stell began gagging and choking as the spectators began screaming their approval. Looking up, laughing with delight she savored their reaction then smiling deliberately loosened her arm letting Stell draw in a few desperate gasps of air before wrenching it tight once again. Again she did it but now the show of bravado had caught Juno’s attention and backing away from Rhonda she launched herself onto her and straddling them both began driving her right fist into Eve’s face then grasping her arm dragged her off.

Rhonda was filled with rage as she pushed herself up from where Juno had dropped her. The big bitch had landed three or four hard punch’s to her head, her face gave evidence of that, but she hadn’t finished what she’d started before going to help Stell and as she watched Eve and Juno square off at the other end of the cage she resolved that she’d be the one to finish up from where Eve had left off. Waiting until Stell had slowly regained her feet she lunged into her and pressing her back against the side of the cage began driving her fists into her upper body and head and with Stell still groggy from her encounter with Eve she seemed unable to mount an effective defense. For Rhonda though it was the easy part and she was eager to play it and as Stell slumped lower against the side of the cage she stepped back and weighing the distance between them drove the side of her right foot in a counterclockwise swing into the left side of her head. It was a hard and telling blow and as a disoriented Stell sprawled to the floor she paused, Juno and Eve forgotten and looking at the spectators crowded close to the side shouting for her to finish it ten dropping down onto her body. straddled her with her thighs and settling herself more securely onto her belly gave them a and drove her right fist down into the front of her face. Again she did it but then as Stell’s body went go limp she knew there wasn’t any need for a third. Her thing was with Juno now and as the spectators roared their approval she rose to her feet and turned to find her.

She was only feet away still engaged with Eve, both of them, their masks and gloves smeared with blood and sweat, their bodies slicked with it but to her it appeared as if Juno was about to prevail. Lunging at her she drove her right fist into the small of her back and as she started to whirl around launched herself onto her and wrestled her down to the floor. Forcing her over onto her left side and wrapping her left arm over the front of her face she forced her left leg under Juno’s right and throwing her right leg over it and locking her feet together and tightening her arm forced her legs apart. Laughing she tightened her arm and as Juno began to gag and the spectators began to anticipate what was about to happen she raised her right arm and nodding to Eve said.

“Do it” and Eve now standing between the spread of Juno’s legs drove her right foot up between them. Pausing for a moment she did it again and then as Rhonda released her arm from around her neck she dropped astride them and drove her right fist into the side of her mouth.

As the guests scream of approval swelled throughout the Arena room Rhonda relaxed and let Juno flop weakly back onto the floor That part of it was over, they’d done it and now she’d extract the extra measure of satisfaction that she’d earned. Extracting her legs and pushing herself up to her feet she reached for the double ended shaft that had been thrown onto the floor beside her. Holding it aloft she let the spectators savor the thought of how it was about to used then as they began to applaud and urge her to get on with it she slipped the smoothly swirled end of it between her legs and reaching for the straps secured it snugly into her genitals.

The sexually stimulating salve that had been smeared on it was already beginning to have it’s effect and as Eve moved to stand at Juno’s head Rhonda, now trembling with excitement, began almost unconsciously to stroke the curved end of the shaft extending out from between her legs. Teasingly she fondled it, titillating the spectators imaginations as they anticipated how she intended to use it then positioning herself between Juno’s legs she dropped to her knees and prepared to do it. Smiling, her face screwed into an expression of lustful anticipation she squeezed a dollop of an astringent laced salve onto the exposed end of the shaft and began working it into it’s ribbed gradations then satisfied she grasped Juno’s thighs and pulling them apart and balancing them on her shoulders slid forward and grasping the exposed end of the ribbed shaft began guiding it between the lips of Juno’s cunt. She was ready and as Eve captured Juno’s head between her knees and forcefully yanked her arms up beside her thighs she slowly she worked it in, bit by bit until it was fully set then as Juno began feebly kicking her legs up beside her head she lowered herself onto her body and slipping her r arms beneath her shoulders pulled their bodies together. Pausing as the effect of the effects of the salve on the end that was within her began to build she wiggled the device deeper then setting herself and with a cry of “now, “I’m going to do it now” she arched her back and with a mighty thrust drove the full length of the shaft into Juno’s body.

The sound of Juno’s agonized scream seemed to serve as an aphrodisiac and grasping at her head Rhonda mashed her mouth down against hers. “It’ll be a proper rape bitch” she thought luxuriating in the feel of Juno’s hard muscular thighs now frantically wrapping themselves around her waist as she struggled to get free. “When I get off you’ll remember this for a long, long time” and as Juno began struggling to alleviate the pain developing between her legs she gave another hard thrust and as the astringent laced baby oil coating the surface began to have it’s effect began driving it into her with ever increasing urgency. It was the first time she’d experienced such a uniquely sexual experience and sensing her climax begin to build looked up to savor the reaction of the spectatorss. They were quiet, transfixed by what they were watching and then as her orgasm exploded within her she drove the massive dildo into Juno’s cunt one last savage time and collapsed on top of her.

Eve was standing only feet away, her fingers slowly massaging the sex slick lips of her labia as she watched the tableau unfold before her. She knew how pleasurable it would be to take a victory ride on a big sweaty bitch like Juno .and she was envious It was Rhonda’s turn to experience it though and as she sensed another orgasm begin to build within her she knew it was enough. Next time she thought, next time me and then looking to where Stell still lay against the side of the cage thought, and maybe it’ll be me on top of you.