The Psychology

It had been five days since Rhonda and Eve had prevailed in their arranged fight with with Juno and Stell in the Arena’s cage. Not enough time for Eve’s leg to get right or the soreness in her shoulder to go away but long enough so that it didn’t bother them too much. It hadn’t seemed to interfere with their exercise routines either or keep them from exploring the part of the desert playground they’d found themselves in. Of course that had been at the courtesy of Denise who’d invited them to stay over for a few more days, all expenses paid. Not that there weren’t some strings attached but they were related to what they were here for and that was OK too since neither of them were in a hurry to get back to where they’d come from. Not that there weren’t things to do and reaching for the wine decanter she poured herself another glass before turning her attention back to what was taking place on the wide screen monitor hanging on the far wall.

At the moment it pictured two females engaging in a rather brutal fist fight that was being watched by a number of other females. Both of the fighters were naked with most of those that watch tastefully but not overly dressed and fiddling with the remote Eve turned up the sound and turning to Rhonda murmured.

“It’s another one of the demo video’s that Denise left. Said it would go a little further into answering some of the questions we’d probably come up with.”

Rhonda didn’t reply but then and as Denise’s voice began describing what they were watching she set the glass aside.

“As you may have already surmised” she began “the activities that you have participated in are only part of what the Arena is about and as a consequence of that participation a further explanation of some of those other activities is now appropriate. Perhaps the best would be to compare your experiences back in the Pit to what you’ve experienced here at the Arena and then discuss the physiological aspects that are common not only to those two situations but also to broader context of why certain of us have acquired a taste for what can only be described as a very physical and extremely bloody sport. Of course both involve violent confrontations between strong, aggressive and physically equal females fighting in an engineered environment and in that respect they’re very similar. Where they diverge is in the way the social environment at the Tower has been engineered to accommodate the unique tastes of our female clientele, tastes which in many respects are similar to the tastes of those that supported similar types of fighting games in ancient Rome. Of course in regard to that period of time it was a form of entertainment that evolved as a consequence of the individuals sexual culture as well as the physiological profile that this type of activity tended to develop. Here, at least in certain respects it’s much the same with the naturally occurring inclinations of our hard bodied sisters being channeled into a professionally engineered program of physical development combined with training in various fighting techniques which are then further developed with real time experiences in actual arrangements. A process which hones the individuals natural and acquired talents, tastes and abilities to the point where they are not only capable of but willing to engage another female in the most extreme types of fighting arrangements.

Eve’s grunt of surprise diverted Rhonda’s attention from the voice over to what was taking place on the screen. Both of the females were on the floor and with the guests crowding in above them the dominant one was slowly strangling the subordinate one now struggling ever more weakly beneath her.

“As you can see” the voice of Denise intoned. “The arrangements can on occasion result in the extreme consequences for at least one of the participants and while this is not intentional those that accept the challenge consider the rewards acceptable and accept the risks. And speaking of the rewards they are commensurately rich as one might expect So high in fact that by themselves they tend to ensure that the types of arrangements they choose to participate in quickly degenerates into what the clientele that support this type of activity are attracted to. You can also anticipate” she continued “that should you decide to participate in the type of arrangement that we are discussing that the opponent that is selected for you will share comparable physical characteristics and capabilities as well as a physiological profile that ensures that the arrangement is competitive.”

Neither said anything but as Eve popped the DVD out of the player and laid it on the coffee table Rhonda gave a short laugh and said.

“And tonight’s the night for us to see how it works for us I guess.”

“You do want to go there though, don’t you” muttered Eve?

“Yeah babe. I’m gonna be nervous as a cat but I do wanna go there.”

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As promised Denise collected them shortly before eight and after a quick elevator ride down to a private garage drove the three of them in a rather nondescript limo to the older more industrialized part of the city. Reaching a big, seemingly unused warehouse she signaled with a quick flash of the headlights and as a freight door opened they pulled inside.

Dark except for the reflected light from outside coming through the high windows but still bright enough to identify a number of other cars parked along the side wall and pulling in among them they made their way down a side corridor to an old freight elevator.

As the car descended into the solid concrete construction of the sub-basement Rhonda thought that for an old warehouse the elevator seemed to be in pretty good shape. And of course the concrete sub-basement would ensure that it was totally soundproof which considering what was waiting for them was another advantage.

“A bit out of the way but absolutely perfect for this sort of thing” murmured Denise.. “Also very secure” she added with just a touch of anticipation and motioning the two of them out ahead of her they stepped out into a small amphitheater like room dominated by a squat cage like structure in it’s center. There were also forty or so mostly female spectators surrounding it watching two other females in the final throws of what had apparently been a very brutal fight.

One was a somewhat nordic appearing blond the other a black and the single light suspended from the ceiling above them was casting both of their muscular bodies in a .pinkish sheen of bloody sweat. It appeared though that the black was having the better of the blond who now had her head down as she tried to avoid the others fists.

“It’s the first, sort of the prelim” Denise intoned and nodding to a large digital timer on the far wall added, “about thirty minutes so far but I don’t think that even if the black can keep her on her feet she’ll make forty”

“And if she does”muttered Eve. “What’s it worth”

“Another ten I should think” replied Denise. “But she’s got to keep her off the floor to get it.”

It was noticeable than it had been up above, already Rhonda had broken out in a light sweat and crowding in among those already there for a closer look was made aware that most were similarity affected. And along with the smell of their sweat there was a strong scent of body odor which considering the apparent crudeness of the ventilation system was not too surprising and as the black drove a vicious right hook to the left side of the blonds head forcing her into the netlike fencing of the cage she crowded in even closer. They were only a few feet away from where she was standing now and as the blond grabbed at the netting to keep from falling the black pressed in hooking a savage uppercut into her lower belly and then forcing her back against the side and pressing her left forearm across her throat began slamming her knee up between her legs. Now each impact had the effect of driving a spray of reddish sweat through the netlike side of the cage causing Rhonda to experience a surge of anticipation as she watched her deliberately begin to tangle the blond in the netting. This was closer, more personal than the pit or even the arena and while it looked to be over there was something within her that didn’t want the black to stop. Almost to her self she muttered “keep her up. Don’t let her fall, make her take some more of those big fuckin fists” and as if reading her mind another female, a big frenzied brunette pressed in beside her screamed.

“Kill the fucking cunt” and as the black’s fist again found her face she screamed another epithet and bellowed a lusty “Now!! Kill her, kill the bitch, kill her now!”

It caused Rhonda to notice that it was an emotion that seemed to be shared by most if not all of the spectators with those in the front grasping and shaking the netting and screaming their support or advice while those further back kept trying to elbow their way closer. For Rhonda it was pure exhilaration and easing herself out of the press and rejoining Denise and Eve she turned back to silently watch as the black finished with her. The blonds left arm was still tangled in the net trapping her and now with a look of savage glee spreading across her face the she stepped closer and sneering provocatively at the spectators began humping her swollen mound against the blonds knee. Pausing then laughing at their fervid response she slipped her left hand around the back of the blonds neck and as the crowd surged in against the netting began slowly and deliberately smashing her right fist into her breasts, then the head, the body and back to the breasts, harder this time though with the blond unable to do much other than to hang from the netting and take it. To Rhonda it appeared she was out and as the black paused to catch her breath her arm slipped from the netting and as the spectators roared their approval she slumped to the floor.

“Almost” laughed Denise softly. “Another three minutes and she’d of had another ten big ones”

“And if it would’ve been me she’d still be hanging from the net” snarled Rhonda with a savage laugh of pleasure.

The crowd had stepped away from the netting now, drinks had appeared and the increasingly bluish haze drifting under the overhead light indicated that more than a few had a joint working. It also gave Rhonda the opportunity to give the structure another more critical look. Octagonal in shape and constructed with widely spaced nylon netting tethered between an external framework of metal posts it appeared to be about sixteen feet across at the bottom and wider at the top giving it a somewhat cone like appearance. Quite obviously suitable for what it was being used for she thought noting it’s apparent permanence as well as the dark stains and smears on floors surface suggesting that it had been serving that purpose for some time. Suddenly aware that Denise was talking to her she leaned closer as she heard her say.

“The netting is constructed with twelve inch squares and while it’s very tight it’s also somewhat elastic and the way it’s attached to the posts permits the shape of it to be adjusted as it rises making it about twenty feet across at the top.”

Neither Rhonda or Eve replied both watching an overhead sling lower a bosuns chair to lift the black from the cage.

Leaning closer and pointing to the chair Eve said “That’s pretty much the only way in or out isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it” replied Denise. “They’ll use a sling for the other one” and
nodding to a girl beside a walk-up bar behind them ordered “three daks”

“Bout how long?” murmured Rhonda accepting one of the drinks.

“About fifteen minutes I’d guess” replied Denise and excusing herself moved away to talk to another female, one who gave the appearance of being the one that was orchestrating the thing.. .

Pretty much the same sort of crowd that they’d found at the Arena Rhonda guessed. Mostly in their thirties to forties, a few younger, maybe in their late twenties and there looked to be another few in their fifties. Most also appeared to be the hard bodied types they were used to many appearing to have come as couples. There were a few though that she and Eve had come to refer to as the surrogates and who were probably there for the same reasons that she and Eve were, exposure to the level of the arrangement that was about to take place, an observation that caused her to briefly wonder how long it would be before Denise broached the obvious question to either of them. Not that it was a new thought, she and Eve had talked about Eve’s experience in some of the darker circles but she rather sensed that Denise was more interested in seeing how she’d react if that type of arrangement were to be presented to her and so far she didn’t know. Taking a deep breath and forcing the thought of it from her mind she let her eyes wander around the room as she let herself speculate about the motivations of the rest of those present.

It was pretty obvious that most shared the same physical characteristics but in some ways there seemed to be some differences. They were from their side of the sexual divide of course but they seemed to represent a rougher side of it. Not only a rougher but a physically rougher side. More like from the hoods and maybe international hoods she thought noting the different racial strains present. Two big Slavic looking females in particular seemed to stand out each exhibiting the rough edges and physical coarseness she’d come to associate with certain strains of Eastern bloc females and she found it easy to imagine that they were probably involved in the same type of things that she and Eve were. It was also easy to imagine that their backgrounds would in all probability be more on the more criminal side of things noting that there was a younger female with them that seemed to fit into that category too. Predictably big and broad shouldered she had short, curly blond hair, well muscled arms as well as a flat, washboard abbs and thick powerful thighs. Dressed in cut-offs and a brief tee-top it was easy to characterize her as being into fighting in the same way that she and Eve were. As she was about to ask Eve if she knew who they were Denise shouldered in between them and as if reading her thoughts said.

“They’re just about all from the darker side of a lot of places but at least here and for this they’ve sort of formed a relationship of sorts based on their individual attraction for what they’re here for. As far as those three, the two older ones are cousins and like a number of the other guests they’ve been involved on both sides of this for a long time. You might say it’s their profession as well as their avocation, their only sport of sports and I wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t also involved in the drugs trade. In their case back in Romania and the girl with them is one of the “girl-friends” that they’re grooming to follow in their footsteps, so to speak.”

“Like if she survives”murmured Eve.

“Yeah” replied Denise and there are a few others like her here. They’re sort of like Pit Bulls in a way and since the point of a dog fight is to watch one of them kill the other one this is where they come to experience what it’s like to fight like one.”

“I guess the thinking is if you can survive an arrangement like this you can pretty much survive anything can’t you” replied Rhonda adding “and it’s just about time isn’t it?”

In way of reply Denise merely raised her hand and pointed to an archway at the other end of the room and as she did four females emerged and began making their way around the netted enclosure to where the bosuns chair was waiting. Two of them, a blond and a black were wearing short hooded sleeveless robes and ring socks that left the heels and toes bare while the other two, also a blond and a black and apparently the two that were putting them together were attired in revealing crotch-less cutoffs with tight knee length leggings, muscle tee’s and heels. Their appearance was greeted by groan of anticipation from the now overheated crowd, it was about to start and as they reached the chair where the female that Denise had talked to was waiting their collective groan changed to scattered shouts of encouragement, approval and impatience. A quick nod of greeting and as the third female stepped into the chair and was lofted into the cage the other two doffed their robes and after exchanging a quick kiss and an embrace with the female that had accompanied them they too were in succession lifted over the top to join her.

“She’s sorta the “Main Bitch” murmured Denise softly as they watched the three of them arrange themselves in the center of the cage. “Pretty well known in these circles. Did it awhile herself but now she pretty much just running this here..”

“Yeah” Eve said to nobody in particular. “Think I’ve seen her at the Pit a few” then laughing added ”probably recruiting.”

Rhonda didn’t respond. The bitch certainly looked as if she’d been there but then as her attention focused on the other two they moved apart to opposite sides of the enclosure she began her inevitable appraisal. One was a short haired bleach blond, almost the sister image of the first one although she somehow looked more like somebody from Florida while the other was a light skinned Detroit sized black sporting two short pigtails closely braided at the back of her head. Both were also wearing the generally accepted headgear that provided some protection for the eyes and the bridge of the nose and a strap around the neck to hold it in place. They were about the same size as she was though, around five eleven and one eighty or so and suddenly imagined herself in their position. Before she’d been hesitant about it, unsure how she’d react, and why but now, down here in the place where it was about to happen she was conscious of a different emotion. The hard knot apprehension that had been building inside of her had melted away and now she found thinking about what they were there for and what was about to happen excited her and her apprehensive feelings had changed to feelings of anticipation. Just thinking about it was exhilarating and as she glanced around the small room it seemed as if the rest of those in attendance were experiencing much the same reaction. For some reason that excited her too, that they were all there for the same reason and experiencing similar reactions. It was also challenging because inevitably it invited a comparison to herself and raised the question of how well she’d match up if it were she in the cage with one of them. Taking a deep breath she let herself play with the idea for a moment and then almost reluctantly turned her attention back to the three in the cage.

The third female was apparently the Fight Mistress, at least that’s what those crowded around the cage seemed to be referring to her to as. Probably in her fifties and neither short nor tall, rather stocky but well muscled and from the evidence of the scars on her arms and legs it was pretty obvious that just as Denise had said she had experience on both side of the netted enclosure. Which was interesting enough but under the circumstances not as much as the appearance of the other two. Both were heavily tattooed, the blond more obviously than the black and as they raised their fists and began cautiously circling around the Fight Mistress Rhonda noticed that other than their mask like headgear, ring socks and MMA type gloves they were naked. The gloves also seemed a bit different and turning to Denise she said.

“Looks like they’ve been built up a bit”

“Yeah” replied Denise. “They’re similar to the MMA type except that the area over the knuckle and back of the hand has some more padding which tends to reduce the force of their fists but doesn’t interfere with their use of the fingers and thumbs.” Then adding with a short laugh “which usually makes the arrangement a bit more primitive than it already is”

“One ;last question” murmured Rhonda. “How do they develop an individuals incentive to participate in this sort of arrangement?”

“Well aside from about a quarter million or so, which” she added as she nodded to the rest of the room,”they’re more than happy to provide, they’ve already been put together twice which has helped them to develop a healthy respect for each other, along with an almost obscene desire to kill each other. Like I said, sorta like Pit Bulls” adding with a short laugh “which again is really pretty much the point of it all isn’t it?”

Rhonda didn’t reply but the third female had stepped into the bosuns chair and was being hoisted up out of the cage now and the fight clock had been reset to zero. The waiting was over and as the other two began shuffling along the perimeter of the cage Rhonda along with Eve and Denise crowded in among the rest to watch as they began edging closer to each other.

Rhonda felt almost giddy as she watched the black suddenly duck down under the blonds guard and drive her right fist into her lower belly.. It was a good, quick, solid hit and as the blond retaliated by sweeping her left over her head she straightened up and hooked it up into to bottom of her left breast. Rhonda’s breathing had become more shallow as she watched her and taking a deep breath she forced herself to relax. She also realized that while she really didn’t have a preference as to which one of them finally managed to do it she wanted a clear cut winner with all that it implied and letting her arm circle Denise’s waist and snuggling her body in against hers murmured.

“This is pretty much where it’s really at for you isn’t it?”

“Yeah” replied Denise with a sudden soft huskiness in her voice and draping her arm around Rhonda’s neck. “I guess it’s sorta like sex only for me it’s much better.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda then letting her teeth playfully nibble at her ear added “very rough sex, but much better.”

There was no need to reply and neither did and turning their attention back to the cage they watched the blond begin slipping to the right. It caused the black to pivot to her left and as she did the blond hooked her left into the right side of her head and then lunging into her drove her right fist flush into the front of her face.

It prompted various exclamations of approval but also some cries of anger causing Rhonda to give those clustered around her another quick curious glance. She’d halfway expected an even split in their preferences but for some reason most seemed to favor the blond and especially at this stage of the fight she couldn’t quite buy it. Not only was it too early but from what she could see she seemed to be the type that would be more effective at the close in on the floor type stuff while the black looked to be better with her fists. The fist to her face had been a good one though. Crushed her nose a bit and split her upper lip but from what she could see it had pissed her off more than anything else. It would make her more cautious though and for sure the blond wasn’t going to get a second shot at her like that. For that matter neither one of them would. This one was for keeps and again she felt a thrill course through her at the thought and as the two of them danced apart to opposite sides of the cage as she let her imagination begin to picture .how she’d proceed if she were the black. As if reading her mind Denise murmured.

“Have you thought about what would it take for you to consider it, yet?” .

“No, not yet” muttered Rhonda. “But I guess we’ll talk about it, won’t we?”

Her reply was a soft laugh but before she could say anything the black moved back to the center of the cage and motioned for the blond to come to her. Bravado perhaps but Rhonda thought there was more to it than that and as the blond began a cautious shuffling approach from the side of it she again admired how evenly matched the two of them seemed to be. The blond was bigger but the black was more cut and as she defensively raised her fists and prepared to meet her she thought a bit younger. Not that it probably mattered. She had to think that for something like this age meant experience and that meant a certain amount success in the past. It still seemed as if the black was more comfortable with her fists though and as the blond came closer she hooked a right at her head and then dropping back as she stepped forward snapped a series of left’s and rights to her head forcing her back into the side of the cage. Suddenly conscious of Eve’s voice in her ear she listened as she said. .

“Usually takes about eight to ten minutes for them to get a feel for each other but then it’s pure aggression and their physical fitness that usually does it.”

“Bout how long does it usually take” replied Rhonda?

“Anywhere from twenty to forty minutes” interjected Denise then nodding at the seven minutes showing on the timer added. “For two of their quality though I’d guess probably thirty or so.”

Rhonda didn’t reply, she had her answer but as the black suddenly lowered her head and bulled into the blond her heart sank. No, not yet she thought, break her down some more, bloody her and then do it but then as she wrapped her arms around the blonds waist and lunged into the netting with her she released her arms and sinking her fingers into the netting for support and pushing herself away drove her right knee up between her legs. Again she did it and then releasing her fingers she slammed her right fist into her lower belly and as the blond desperately tried to push her away drove a looping arc into the left side of her head.

Glancing at the clock Rhonda realized that the first ten minutes were almost up and as the blond balled her fists in front of her face and desperately charged into the black she suspected she did too. There was a sort of now or never thing about it and as the two of them closed in the center of the cage the ferocity of their sudden exchange suggested that the black probably felt much the same way. Not that it changed her opinion about her ability with her fists but the blond was a bit more of a bull and the thought occurred to her that if she could get the black bitch down onto the floor the advantage would probably shift to her. Somewhat surprisingly she found the thought exciting but of course it would still require killing to finish it.

“You should pay attention to this part” murmured Denise softly. “This is where one of them can make a crucial mistake, and they both know it.”

Again Rhonda didn’t reply. They were together, close in, fists flying as they tried to batter the other into either a mistake or some sign of submission. She noticed that the black’s face had opened up again, blood covered her mouth and chin splattering across her breasts and belly and while the blond was still relatively unmarked about the head she seemed to be having trouble with her eyesight and timing. Maybe because of an eagerness to secure an advantage or perhaps an effect of overkill but Rhonda thought that the black still seemed to have the edge. Another quick flurry of fists as they danced around each other but then as the blond ducked down and failed to cover her head .the black hooked her right fist up into her face and as her body snapped up and began to topple over backwards she lunged into her and delivered a hard right cross to the left side of her head.

Advantage black thought Rhonda smugly as she watch the blow drive the blond back against the netting.

“Kill the bitch, tear her cunt out” she thought and then to her own surprise and with her heart racing she grasped the netting and screamed “give me a kill.”

Her outburst seemed to catch Denise by surprise but then with an appreciative laugh she moved in beside her prompting Rhonda to circle her arm around her waist Laughing she cocked her head and let her tongue slip across Denise’s throat then reaching across with her right hand let her fingers cup one of her proudly swelling breasts. Laughing softly she murmured.

“If you were to, do you have a specific somebody in mind for me?”

“Maybe” muttered Denise suddenly a bit breathlessly then “we’ll see” and then slipping her arm back around her neck and with obvious distraction murmured “I don’t know yet” and pushing her away turned her attention back to the two in the cage.

For the moment Rhonda had forgotten Eve but now she was conscious of her snuggling in against her right side, her lips and tongue playfully caressing her cheek as she murmured.

“Think you could take her, the blond?”

“”Don’t know babe” replied Rhonda a bit breathlessly “but I’m pretty sure I’d like to try.”

“You mean like this” replied Eve?

Rhonda didn’t reply at first but then circling her right arm around her waist and roughly pulling Eve against her and letting her teeth capture her left ear growled. “Yeah, maybe, maybe like this too.”

It had been crude but expressive and Eve’s only response was a soft “good, cause maybe it’ll happen” but then, almost reluctantly they returned their attention to the cage to watch the blond as she viciously forced the blacks face into the netting. She had her in a reverse headlock, her left arm wrapped over the back of her neck with her head trapped beneath her left shoulder and as the black frantically tried to use her left fist to free herself she methodically began smashing her face into the netting while at the same time pumping her right knee up into her belly and between her legs. Rhonda noticed that each time the big bitch’s knee impacted the black it lifted her feet from the floor and each time she did it she also hunched up straighter in an effort to scrape her face along the netting of the cage.

Rhonda had the sinking feeling that if the blond would only heave back and fall on her left side she’d probably be able apply enough force to break the blacks neck but for some reason she seemed content gouge her head against the net, which realistically speaking wasn’t all that effective. Others seemed to think so too and as she joined them in screaming advice the blond slipped on the canvas padding and as she fell, not to her left but to her right the blacks head slipped out from beneath her arm and rolling to her hands and knees she quickly crawled away. It prompted Rhonda and the rest of the blacks growing number of supporters to voice their approval with enthusiastic screams and as she reached the netting on the other side of the cage and began pulling herself erect there were more cries of encouragement followed by specific suggestion about how to go about finishing it.

The blond was slower to get to her feet this time, first sitting up then pushing herself away from the floor with her right hand. Leaning against the netting to catch her breath she paused to consider where she would go with it next but by then the black had also pushed herself up and lunging across the cage drove a furious left fist at her head which the blond was able to only partially block with her right shoulder but as she pushed her away the black managed to backhand her across the right side of her head with her right fist..

Both were bleeding from around the face some of it seeping from beneath their masks and from the way she’d started to brush at it with her hand she thought the blonds eye was probably giving her some more trouble. There was also some evidence of lacerations and bruises around their breasts and bellies and both had smears of blood on the inside of their thighs. Neither seemed in any danger of going down though but as they backed away from each other both were breathing heavily. It was the sort of pause that permitted Rhonda and some of the rest to catch their breath but then as they began shuffling back together she found herself again speculating about what she might do if she were the black. Probably get in there and do as much damage as possible now before the blond had a chance to do it to her she guessed and as if reading her thoughts the black suddenly danced in closer and delivered a quick series of short hard punch’s to the blonds body before stepping back.

Glancing at the clock Rhonda realized that eighteen minutes had elapsed. Of course she hadn’t known exactly how she’d react when they’d arrived, hadn’t known if she’d be turned off by it but now she knew her reaction was probably about what Eve and Denise had expected. She no longer felt squeamish about the thought of watching one fighting female kill another, in fact taken as a whole she found it thrilling to watch them and found the press of her like minded sisters now crowding in so close around her exhilarating. And of the two in the cage she still preferred the black but she also knew she’d accept the other outcome. They were there because they wanted to be there, perhaps even needed to be there and it was apparent that both of them were willing to gamble themselves in an effort to finish what needed to be finished one way or the other. Yeah she mumbled to herself as she crowded closer, “give me my fuckin kill but take your fuckin time doing it.”
It was over twenty on the clock now and each of them were covered in a sweaty lather of snot, drool and blood and as the blond suddenly moved deliberately to the center of the pen and again invited the black to come and get a piece of her Rhonda found herself applauding the gesture. She guessed the bitch knew she had to get her down onto the floor and she was probably going to try to do it now and to her surprise the black seemed inclined to accommodate her and dancing in closer swung a clipping right cross at her head. The blond had been expecting it though and ducking down beneath her arm lunged into her and wrapping her arms around her waist heaved her feet from the floor and then staggered with her in her arms into the netting directly in front of where Rhonda was standing..

Idiot bitch thought Rhonda as she watched the black try to wrest the blonds arms from around her waist. Punch the fucking cunt out and then do it to her you stupid bitch. Of course she guessed it made sense to the blond and the black had probably thought she’d be able to avoid what had obviously been the blonds plan but as she began driving her knee up between her legs Rhonda had to think it had been a foolish move. She’d also become gradually aware of another feeling She hadn’t had the time to consider her feelings other than her reaction to the physical aspects of what she was there to watch but now as the sound of their grunts and curses and then the blacks screams washed over her from just on the other side of the netting she was aware of a different emotion. She found herself tremendously excited by it and as the blond pressed the black’s back into the netting she felt a sudden sense of euphoria sweep over her as she watched the black grope for her adversaries eyes. Do it she thought without really thinking about what she trying to do .but then as the black arched her back and wrapped her legs around the blonds waist she screamed for her twist the bitch’s head off. She was breathing heavily, almost in gasps and could sense a new thickness swelling between her legs. Her breasts too, they were firmer, tighter, the nipples more sensitive and as the two on the other side of the netting suddenly lurched away she grasped it and shaking it in a fury screamed for the black to kill the bitch. It wasn’t to happen though, at least not yet and as the two of them staggered back to the center of the cage she forced herself to relax and sensing Eve at her side wrapped her arm around her waist and holding her close breathlessly murmured, “fantastic.”

As they lurched away from the side the black still had her legs around the blonds waist and as the blond paused for a moment in the center of the cage she tightened them and as her hands began searching for her face the blond resumed her pushing and punching as each of them frantically tried to achieve an advantage. The black seemed to sense one first though and releasing her legs chopped her left elbow down onto the front of the blonds shoulder and as she backed away she hooked her right fist into her pubic mound. Both of them now moved to opposite sides of the cage to regroup but to Rhonda it seemed as if the blond was now a bit more hesitant. She seemed a little less certain of herself and as the black released her hand from the netting that she’d been using to steady herself she thought she instinctively seemed to want to back away along the side. The black seemed to sense it too and as a lewd smile of anticipation crossed her face she began moving slowly after her and Rhonda found herself silently encouraging her. Do it to her she thought, get her back to the center where I can watch you do it and as the black suddenly launched herself at the blond she found herself joining the rest screaming for the kill.
Stopping just short of physically coming into contacting with her the black dropped into a crouch and bending forward drove a series of quick punch’s at her which the blond was mostly able to avoid. Rhonda thought she appeared to be unnerved by it though and as she tried to parry them and duck aside it seemed as if she lacked a plan for where to go with it next. She was also visibly tiring and as the black hooked a left at the side of her head she wasn’t able to avoid it. It staggered her and quick to take advantage the black waded in driving her fists with a renewed intensity into her lower body, then head and breasts before the blond was finally able to cover up and cocking her arms in front of her face and backing away scrambled to the side of the cage.

“She can’t stay there” Eve observed dispassionately. “If she does it’s only going to get worse and the black’ll still have her.”

“Yeah” muttered Rhonda. “And she deserves to have her” and then with obvious relish she added. “I just hope she takes her time doing it.”

Eve didn’t respond but now Denise had pushed in between them and as the black began driving teasing feints at the blonds head murmured

“The clocks almost thirty two. Are you ready for it?”

That didn’t require a response either but turning to her Rhonda circled her arm around her waist and pulling her close let her legs straddle her thigh.

“I’m as ready for it as you are” she laughed as she let her fingers gently stroke Denise’s swelling mound. “I guess this is pretty much how they reacted to this back in Roman times isn’t it?”

As the blond backed away the black followed, cautiously, taking her time and drawing her attention to one side or the other with feints to her head but it was obvious that this was the moment she’d been waiting for and the spectators sensed it. Crowding closer they began offering her suggestions with a few imploring the blond to mount a counter attack that by now they knew would probably not be coming. She seemed able to mount only a weakened defense now and as the black suddenly lunged forward and drove her right fist into her left side the majority of the crowd began shouting their approval. Again she moved in, closer now feinting at her head with her right fist and as the blond dropped her right arm from in front of her face she quickly hooked her left into the right side of her head. It staggered her and as she slumped away from the side of the cage Rhonda became aware of another voice, higher and with the shrill sound of desperation rising above the rest. It was the white female that had accompanied her and now, face ascrew and pressed into netting she was pleading for her to cover up. Stan away from her she pleaded and a few others, those that still supported her were doing much the same. It was apparent though that while she was still dangerous it also didn’t appear as if she would be the one that would win. The black was still too strong, could sense her weakness and smell her fear and as the other spectators began chanting for the kill she stepped away and raising her arms above her head in the symbolic sign of victory provocatively pivoted to display the muscularity of her fighters body body for them as they let their imaginations anticipate what she was about to do.

The blond was backed against the far side of the cage now, down on one knee with her hand holding the netting and as the black lowered her arms and moved to stand in front of her the pinkish pencil stub of her clit was protruding through the thick curly mass of her pubic hair. She stood there for a moment but then suddenly stepping forward drove her right foot into the left side of the blonds head and as she sprawled to the floor dropped to her knees beside her. Looking up at the white female that had accompanied her to the cage she smiled then grasping right shoulder with her left hand and her right thigh with her right she heaved her over onto her left side and placed her left knee against the small of her back. There was an evil grin of anticipation on her face as she looked up at the white female then pulling the blonds back onto her left thigh and wrapped her left arm over across the front of her neck and back over her left shoulder. Breathing heavily, her excitement obvious she now wrenched her neck back beneath her shoulder and as the blond began to struggle twisted her right leg over the blonds and cocking it beneath her heel began arching her back across the top of her left thigh. The blond was frantic now, futilely grasping at the back of the blacks head with her right hand while desperately trying to use her left to pry her left arm away from her throat but it was no use and with each successive attempt her efforts became weaker as the black slowly and with apparent pleasure began tightening her strangle hold.

Now with the outcome more apparent the black began playing to the spectators, giving them what they’d come for and each time successively tightened and then released her arm she looked iup to savor their reaction They’d become more quiet and as the amplified sound of the blacks labored breathing mixed with the blonds grunts, muffled sobs and strangled gurgles flooded throughout the room a few slipped open the front of their shirts or pants to tentatively fondle a turgid nipple or run their fingers across their increasingly sensitive mounds. Now except for the pleading moans of the blonds mistress they were mostly silent though preferring to watch and listen as the final struggles of the two in the cage played out.

As for the blond she obviously knew it was over. She was drooling with snot dripping from her nose to smear with the blood on her face and each successive tightening and loosening of the blacks arm caused her to gag as she desperately tried to suck air into her lungs. The black expression was one of manic pleasure, she was enjoying it and as the blond sensed her end and her struggles became even more desperate the black began provocatively caressing the blonds still proudly thrusting breasts and then with her eyes locked on the blonds mistress sobbing uselessly on the other side of the cage she let her fingers slip down to fondle the slit in the center of her bulging mound. It elicited a low, lustful groan from the spectators followed by a renewed ripple of anticipation and in an ultimate display of her superiority the black slipped her fingers into the blonds vagina and lowering her mouth and let her teeth tease the blonds thrusting nipple. Finely though she seemed ready to do it and raising her head and with a last backward heave and a savage scream wrenched the blonds neck in even more tightly beneath her shoulder and rolling over onto her left side and forcing her head onto the floor beneath her broke her neck.

As the black released her arm from around the blonds neck and slowly struggled to her feet Rhonda, with her breathing coming in short excited gasps let the wave of her emotions sweep over her It was over and as the black proudly took a victorious stance astride the blonds still twitching body she backed away from the side of the cage and slowly began retrieving her thoughts. She’d done it, she’d willingly entered the cage to engage in a fight to the death with an equally formidable female and she’d prevailed. Her opponent was the one lying silent in the center of the cage, her head in the center of a spreading pool of blood slowly seeping out of her lifeless mouth. To Rhonda it had been a magnificent experience and watching her stand there, her body smeared with the debris of battle, the engorged spike of her salmon colored clit protruding from the tangled mass of her bloody pubis it was the most provocatively sexual scene she could ever have imagined. Could she do it, yes. It wasn’t the reaction she’d expected to experience but now she knew that what she’d just seen was something she’d have to experience herself and as the black stepped into the bosuns chair to be lifted out of the cage, her arm still lifted in victory and with a shimmering silverish slick of cum spreading along the inside of her muscular thighs she raised her arms and along with the rest screamed her approval.