The Havana Contract
by Teez

It was mid morning but already a bit muggy but as Starla made her way down one of the side streets in the old industrial area it’s fairly quiet and except for a few loiters at the odd intersection it’s pretty much deserted. Not that she expected otherwise and arriving at the alley way she’d been directed too and making her way to a doorway at the end of it pushed the bell button.

It brought an almost immediate response but then she guessed her progress down the alley would probably have been observed and when door opened the woman inside simply motioned her to enter. Inside it was cooler and after a moment of mutual appraisal the woman said.

“You’d be Starla” matter of factly although she already knew the answer.

“Yeah, and I guess you’d be Cecilia” was the reply.

“Yeah” she replied, then after a pause “Down this way” and leading the way to a narrow stairwell the two of them descended to a lower floor and a hallway lined with steel storage doors.

Opening one of them she motioned Starla to enter and said, “the one you’re here to get it on with is waiting inside”

It’s a fairly large room, apparently serving as her office with a broken down desk in the corner and a row of relatively secure looking file cabinets lining one wall but the big black female seated on a couch along the far wall is the center of her attention . Pausing for a moment to let them silently appraise each other Cecilia motions for the black to rise and announces.

“I guess maybe we ought to get to it and see if this is going to work” and pointing to her as she rose from the couch said “that’s Jenna and since she already knows what I want she goes first.”

Jenna just laughs. She knows exactly what Cecilia means and reaching back unsnaps the catch on her shift and with a shrug lets it fall to the floor She’s wearing nothing except a g-string under it. She’s also pretty much what Starla expected and as Cecilia steps back Starla steps closer.

She’s big, maybe a little bigger than she expected and she looks hard and somewhere in the background she hears Cecilia say that she’s around one ninety five and five eleven. She already knows that though and as Jenna flex’s her biceps she’s suitably impressed. Actually she’s pretty much just what she expected and as Jenna does a slow provocative turn Starla can feel her breathing quicken. Jenna excites her and it’ll be good getting it on with her but then she always gets that way when she meets a female that wants to fight her. Neither of them have said anything though and now Cecilia points to Starla and announces matter of factly “now you.”

“Yeah well that’s pretty much the idea isn’t it” interjected Cecilia? “There is one more thing though and that’s this.” Holding up a bra-like device she goes on to explain. “It’s a specially designed to protect the lower part of the breast while leaving the cone and the upper part exposed. It’s made with heavy, nylon mesh and intended to prevent a premature rupture of the breast.”

There was a pause as the three of them contemplated what she’d said then with a brusk gesture Cecilia pointed to the desk and said.

“Read it, sign it and then get out of here until tonight. And remember, if your not here there’ll be somebody coming after you” pointing to the door to the fight room and then to Jenna she added “you go out that way” and motioning for Starla to follow her led the way back out into the hall.

Later, About 9:00 PM

It had been a bit before nine when Starla arrived to be locked in one of the rooms adjoining Cecilia’s office. Originally intended for storage they now served as impromptu dressing rooms and the items that have been previously described, the footgear, the gloves, the mask and the bra along with a pair of gladiatorial style fighting sandals have been laid out on a bench. Looking around and finding another door on the other side of the room she finds it’s also locked but it doesn’t matter. This is what she does and taking a seat on the bench begins strapping the short, half soled wedge heeled sandals to her feet. Almost finished the hall door opens and another female enters holding a squeeze container of oil and wordlessly picking up the gloves and waiting while she finish’s with sandals begins fitting the short cylindrical sleeves to her fingers. Wiggling them for a tighter fit she waits while the thongs attaching them to the back of her hands have been secured around her wrists and then it’s time for the mask. Starla’s been fitted with all of it before but she particularly likes the masks and this one is a good fit. Snug but not too tight with reinforced cutouts for the eyes, ears and the nose and very much resembling the gladiatorial style arena masks of an earlier time. Time is apparently running short though and picking up the squeeze container the other female begins slicking the contents onto her. So far neither of them have said anything but now as the burn begins seeping into her skin Starla asks.

“Look like a pretty good bunch out there?”

“Yeah” mutters the female in surprisingly good English. “It’s not full but at least thirty or so” adding with a short laugh “and aside from being out and out Dykes they’re really into the muscle and sort of addicted to this.”

“Good” replies Starla thoughtfully looking at the remaining item still laying on the bench.

“That comes next” replied the female layering another slick of oil onto her breasts. “And when I get it strapped onto you you’ll find it’s not exactly what it seems to be.”

“In what way” asks Starla as she feels the device being cinched tight at her back?

“Well there’s not much to most of it but the inside of the cups are lined with a rough fiber and if the cups are driven against the breast hard enough it starts to abrade the skin. Which” she added “permits the oil to do it’s thing” and laughing softly added “depending on how many hits the tits take it can get to be pretty infuriating.”

“Yeah, I can see that” muttered Starla but she’s smiling as she pictures hitting Jenna’s big juicy jugs. “Pretty much the idea though and I guess if you hit em hard enough you can also bleed em out”

The assistant didn’t reply but moving to the wall and switching on a wide-screen TV she turned to Starla and said

“This’ll sorta of give you the flavor of who’s out there” and having said so moved back to the bench and taking a seat announced that she’d be with her until it was time to go to the pen and then after it was over she’d be there to pick up the leftovers.

Again there wasn’t much for Starla to reply to but the view of the other room was interesting. Just as she’d said there appeared to be about thirty or so. She also noticed that most of them were female and for the most part black. They also seemed to be gotten up as if they were out for a social event with some wearing cocktail dress’s and jewelry while others seemed to favor the more overtly suggestive Dykish fashions. She notices that they already seem to have drinks on the table and that actually they’re a bit more mixed race than her initial take. The oils beginning to do it’s work though especially between her legs and she’s beginning to experience the first signs of impatience.. She knows that a sense of anger will be next and wants to get out of this room and get on with it and as if responding to her growing impatience the assistant rises from the bench and announces “it’s time” and opening the other door the two of them step out into the small amphitheater on the other side.

Simultaneously Jenna emerges from an adjoining room and as some of the guests rise from their seats and begin applauding and cheering the two of them move down through the tables to join Cecilia beside the pen. Waiting until the uproar around has subsided she motions them to either side of her and announces that the fight will be for two rounds, the first one for ten minutes to be followed by a ten minute break and then another round that will last until one of them manages to get it done.

“And” she added smugly. “We really don’t care how it’s done or how long it takes to get it done do we?”

Her announcement is met first with laughter then a groan of agreement and as the clink of glass’s resume there are some scattered comments indicating the guests appreciation of Starla and Jenna’s physical characteristics. Waiting while they finish their assessments she points to Jenna and says.

“Jenna. She’s five eleven and one ninety five” and turning to Starla.. “Starla’s five ten and one eighty seven. As you can see both of them are the kind of bitch’s that like doing what they’re here for. They’re big, strong with lots of fighting experience with each having won their last arrangement and in each case those arrangements lasted for more than thirty minutes. I would expect this one will probably go at least that long” and as renewed exclamations of approving anticipation erupt from around the pen she gives a lusty laugh and stepping away motions for Jenna and Starla to mix with the guests.

Both of them are excited, they like being able to physically mix with those that are there to watch them fight and as they pass among the tables it’s obvious that most of the “guests” are also big robust females who share their interest in physical fitness and body building. Which neither of them find surprising considering that they’re accustomed to performing for females with similar tastes and physical characteristics and as acquisitive and appreciative hands reach out to fondle and caress they reciprocate in kind with quick licentious caress’s and kiss’s. Their time among them is soon over though and amid the guests growing impatience Cecilia calls out that it’s time and flipping a style like set of steps over the ropes invites the two of them to enter the pen with her.

Starla hadn’t paid much attention to Cecilia but now as she moves to the center of the pen she notices that she’s shed the shapeless shift of the morning and now in just a posing thong and a torn muscle tee she reveals herself to be not only a big but exceptionally well muscled with scars giving evidence of her experience in the pen herself. It makes her feel good, she likes being with amazonic females who share her sexual orientation and propensity for violence and in that respect she knows that Jenna feels the same. Arrangements such as the one they are about to engage in are not just physically challenging but also sexually exciting and knowing that Cecilia’s right there with them makes it even more so. The moment pass’s though and as Cecilia asks if they’re ready they nod and then as she moves out of the way Jenna quickly steps forward and drives a tentative right cross at Starla’s head. The rest of her arm is right behind it and as Starla instinctively ducks back and below it she hooks her left fist up into her breasts then crashing into her and using both of her fists begins hammering her back against the side.

Almost too late Starla remembers the rope and frantically wrapping her arms around Jenna’s waist struggles to throw her to the side. Again they maneuver themselves back toward the center of the pen and now Starla notices that Cecilia apparently intends to remain while they fight. She’s standing at the side watching while she converses with several of the guests seated on the other side of the ropes. Her presence in the pen with them also seems to distract Jenna though and taking advantage of it Starla rush’s at her driving her left fist into her side and as she swings back around hooks her right up into the lower part of her half-bra.

She liked the feel of it, a good solid hit to the bitch’s tit and the look on Jenna’s her face tells her that the material on the inside of the cup is having it’s intended effect. Smiling as she watch’s her raise her left hand to momentarily relieve the pressure of the cup she notices Cecilia’s smiling too. Good, that makes it even better she thinks. Not only because her breast is obviously starting to burn from the oil but now Jenna’s intent seems to directed to getting Starla’s back against the ropes and laughing Starla invites her to try. “Come on Bitch. Come and get it and I’ll do your other tit.” The guests like it too. Some have slid their tables and chairs closer to the side of the pen while others lean on the small ledge that surrounds it with all of them offering advice.. Jenna seems to have made a decision though and as she lowers her hand and drops into a crouch they all begin wildly encouraging her to take it to Starla with a fifty something big black in a short cocktail dress standing beside the pen is screaming for her to drive the blond bitch into the ropes with others moving to cluster behind where they anticipate the two of them will become entangled in it. It doesn’t happen. Starla steps forward feinting with her left and as Jenna reacts by instinctively raises her arms in front of her and starts to straighten up Starla lunges into her sinking a hard right hook into her just above the pubis and as she lowers her arms and tries to back away drives a strong right cross that slash’s across the top of Jenna’s left breast now bulging from the top of the cup.

It’s not a complete success for her though and as she steps back reveling in a feeling of smug satisfaction an enraged Jenna throws herself at her and wrapping her arms around her waist and lifting her feet from the floor forces her back against the side of the pen where she drags Starla’s back along the ropes while the guests roar their approval. This is what they’re here for, a brutal and bloody no holds barred fight to an uncertain finish but it’s still too early to pick a winner. Instead they prefer to let their excitement build as they watch them struggle in what they like to imagine could be a potential death grip of the other. Picking and encouraging the winner will come later, preferably much later and as Jenna push’s in against Starla forcing her hand across her face and begins pumping her right fist and knee into her lower belly and crotch they scream for her to keep doing it .to her. Screaming “more baby more, kill the bitch” which cause’s Cecilia now standing further away near the far side of the pen to smile. She finds being close to two big strong bitch’s while they’re fighting to be a huge sexual turn on and as her right hand gently begins massaging the increasingly sensitive bulge between her legs she knows she’s already selected her preferred winner. She’s also contemplating how it’ll be with her and again stroking her hand across her increasingly sensitive pubis lets her fingers play with the nub of her newly emergent clit as she imagines the pleasure she’ll receive if she’s still strong and aggressive enough to provide her with what she wants and in the way she wants to experience it.

Starla is enraged as she struggles with the now furious Jenna. The contact with the ropes has scraped her back raw in places and as their grunts, snarls and curses fill the small amphitheater the wildly enthusiastic guests add their lusty screams to it. She’s managed to wrestle herself away from the side though, her back is no longer sliding along the ropes but Jenna still has her arms wrapped around her waist and is struggling hard to push her back in against them. They’re still too close to the side for Starla to use her fists though but raising her right hand she manages to grasp the bottom of Jenna’s left breast cup and begins squeezing and mauling it with her fingers then wrapping them over the side of the cup and sinking her nails into the flesh begins wrenching and twisting the cup as she forces the inner lining to scrape her breast. Jenna reacts with another scream of rage and in a savage response sinks her teeth into the bared top of Starla’s left breast and with a savage snarl begins shaking her head and chewing at the exposed meat until a frantic Starla finally manages to push her away and driving her right fist into Jenna’s face clutch’s at her bleeding breast and scampers away. That also makes Cecilia smile. Tough bitch’s turn her on and the blond is tough, she can take it as well as give it and already she’s anticipating how the blood and sweat will effect her sexual stimulation when they confront each other after this is over. Of course it’ll make them sticky slippery but that’ll be good too and she also knows she’ll like the taste, smell and feel of Starla.. and that will make what she envisions even better. Digging her fingers into the thin bulging fabric covering her crotch she utters a low moan of anticipation as her imagination suggests what the experience will be like.

Jenna’s staggered by the fist but shaking her head and wiping at her face starts to follow Starla. Her only thought now is to get her back against the ropes and lunging forward as she closes with her drives her right fist into her lower back and then uses her momentum to body slam her into them face first . Now it’s Starla’s breasts and belly that are being abraded and as the guests scurry along the side to be closer Jenna drives her right knee up between her legs then grasping her head furiously yanks her away and throws her to the floor. It causes Starla to land on her back and taking a position above her Jenna drives her right foot up between her legs and as Starla instinctively press’s her hand to her groin she drops to straddle her right thigh then lurching forward with her hands on the floor beside Starla’s shoulders drives her right knee into the spot where her foot had been only moments earlier. As she sets herself to do it again though Cecilia grabs her right arm and pulls her off. The first parts over and as Jenna reluctantly moves away to the side of the pen Starla rolls to her knees and with her hand between her legs slowly struggles to the other side of it. .

Two stools have appeared at opposite sides of the pen and as they flop down onto them the guests thin out and spreading back along the sides retrieve their drinks and light up a joint while they towel themselves off and try to get their breathing back under control Cecilia is again a presence, striding around the inside of the pen talking with and occasionally embracing one or another of the guests following along with her on the other side. As for Starla she seems to need the respite the most but Jenna’s not in much better shape. She’s big enough but not as hard as she’d thought and her belly punch’s seem to have had more of an effect than Starla thinks she’s letting on. She also senses that the guests are relating more toward her and that a number of them even appear inclined to pursue similar arrangements of their own. One in particular, the fifty something she’s noticed earlier having now divested herself of her dress was parading with several other females along the side in the barest of essentials as they proudly flaunt their muscled physics in an overt challenge to any of the guests that might be similarly inclined.

Starla likes that too, she relates to what they’re experiencing and turning to look at Cecilia finds her standing on the far side of the pen watching her. The bitch is still smiling, she’s liking it too but then when she thinks about it it makes sense. They’re pretty much alike and as such would like much the same things and more importantly how some things like this worked and as their eyes locked on each other she was rewarded by the sight of Cecilia suggestively stroking the now very visible bulge outlined between her legs. A few of the guests had also noticed and as Starla returned Cecilia’s smile one of then called out, “think she’ll be your meat tonight” and while Cecilia, her with eyes never leaving Starla’s didn’t reply directly she reached up and briefly caressing the guests cheek murmured “don’t know baby but one of them’s gonna be.”

As far as Starla was concerned what she’d overheard pretty much confirmed what she’d come to expect but the ten minutes were about over and motioning for Starla and Jenna to join her Cecilia strode back to the center of the pen and looking up at the faces of the guests peering from the shadows cried.

“Assuming you’ve found this part of the arrangement entertaining are you ready for them to resume their sport” and as their screams of affirmation echoed throughout the room she continued. “Then it’s a fight to the finish” and as another guest yelled. “Make the fuckin bitch bleed out baby-doll” two others, both big black undraped muscle girls each as apparently interested in each others physics as they are with respect to the two in the pen wrap their arms around each other and shout “kill the fuckin blond ass bitch.”

As Cecilia moves back Jenna and Starla cautiously begin their maneuvering. Both are well aware that there will be no second chance for one of them and neither are in a hurry to close up with the other. They’ll wait for an opportunity while they plan it out but then Jenna appears to have decided how she’ll go about it and with a quick, matador like rush feints at Starla’s head then raising her fists in front of her face quickly retreats. It appears to be an obvious taunt meant to draw Starla out, not completely, maybe only a step or two and as she circles to her right and feints at Starla’s head with her left it seems to work. Starla suddenly lunges into her hooking her left into her lower belly and as she twists away she crowds closer smashing her right forearm across the left front side of her face. Now it’s Starla that backs away but it’s a more leisurely retreat and as Jenna wipes at the blood streaming from her ruptured lips and the guests voice their approval Starla raises her right arm in an arrogant sign of superiority and gives them a smile. They’re becoming impatient though, more strident with one, a blowsy brunette screaming at her to “cunt the bitch” while an equally enraged black cries for Jenna to do the same. Neither of them react as if they’ve heard them though with Starla still circling Jenna and forcing her to to keep turning to keep facing her. The temptation to try another frontal attack is apparently too great for Jenna though and as Starla ventures a bit closer she lunges at her driving her right fist where she thinks her head is. It isn’t and as Jenna’s fist slips past her left shoulder Starla steps into her and unleashes a series of short, hard punch’s to her belly and breasts and as she tries to cover up and begins to quickly back away she follows her hooking several more up into the underside of her breasts.

Fascinated by the sight and sound of Starla’s big hard fists slamming into Jenna’s big hard body the guests are mostly silent but then as Jenna’s screams and agonized sobs begin reverberating throughout the small room they erupt with enthusiastic screams of encouragement. They’re on their feet now, crowding close to the side with those in front being forced against the ropes. Some are screaming for Starla to drive her back into the ropes while others scream for Jenna to get her back to the center but Jenna’s still has her back to the side and with only a moments hesitation Starla steps closer and feinting with her left draws her guard up and quickly hooks her right fist into her left side. It forces her even closer to the ropes and as she senses them at her back and starts to avert her head Starla closes up with her.

It sets the stage for a furious exchange with each trading short, hard body punch’s with first one and then the other seeming to have the advantage. Starla finally manages to force Jenna against the ropes though and as her back comes in contact with them she press’s her advantage. Pushing in against her she forces Jenna’s left arm over the upper rope then grasping her wrist yanks it back beneath it and as a suddenly frantic Jenna realizes what’s happened and the majority of the guests begin screaming apprehensively or offering suggestions to Starla as she begins to furiously drive her fists into her guts, breasts and her head as a now handicapped and increasingly disorientated Jenna desperately tries to extricate her arm.

The guests are even less bipartisan now and while their comments still seem to be about evenly divided there’s a growing swell of support for Starla. As for Cecilia she’s still standing along the side with a contemplative expression on her face. From her perspective it’s all she could want and now she’s even more sure that she’ll have her winner of choice her way and as Jenna suddenly frees her arm and straightens up she’s heard to scream, “now, drive the fuckin cunt back into the floor.”

Starla hears her above the babble and knows who she’s referring to though and it prompts her to give her a quick appraising look before she turns back to deal with Jenna. Cecilia will be for later and as Jenna suddenly throws herself at her she wraps her arms around her waist and lifts her from the floor. It’s her plan to force her back into the ropes again but the floor’s become slippery from the sweat and blood and it causes her to slip and as the suddenly meaningless screams of the guests rise around them they topple to the floor still locked together. Jenna has landed on her back though but now as Starla manages to position herself on top she’s suddenly conscious of Cecilia. She seems menacingly closer and she’s also got a riding crop in her hand and while Starla has no idea what she intends to do with it she has a pretty good idea what she might want to.. Jenna’s apparently not finished though and with a sudden mighty heave rolls Starla off onto her side with the guests that still favor her screaming for her to finish it. “Kill the fuckin bitch” they scream, “break her fuckin neck.” She doesn’t hear them though and slipping free of her entrapping arms and now on her knees Starla swings around and drives her left fist down into her face. Pausing to catch her breath she throws her right leg over Jenna’s left thigh and ramming her right knee up onto her upper arm throws her left leg across to the other side of her body and settles herself onto her belly. Breathing heavily she leans forward and capturing Jenna’s right wrist with her left hand drives her right fist down into her face. Overcome by her fight lust she does it again but as she brings her arm back and sets herself Jenna manages to get her left leg up along her back and wrapping it over her shoulder and across the side of her head rolls her over onto the floor between her legs.

The guests now almost rabid with their lust for the fight now explode and as their impassioned screams and invective rain down around them and as both scramble to their their feet Jenna lunges at Starla to drive a hard left fist to the right side of her head. It’s a glancing blow though and Starla’s able to shake it off and wrapping her right arm around Jenna’s neck she wrestles her back down onto the floor where they immediately engage each other in another furious exchange of knees, fists and teeth. When they finally do roll apart both are bleeding profusely from the nose and the mouth and as they stagger to their feet again the spectators, their blood lust now wetted even more respond with roars of approval. They’re both oblivious to it though. They know it has to be finished and as Jenna drops forward into a crouch and prepares to leap at her Starla suddenly pivots on her left leg and drives her right foot flush into her face.

It’s a perfectly timed hit and as Jenna staggers away and falls onto her back Starla moves to stand in front of her. It was a satisfying kick to her head and spreading her legs she pauses to savor the sight of her struggling to get up. Good thinks Starla. She’s not finished yet and as she staggers to her feet Starla push’s her back against the ropes and as the spectators scream their approval grasps her by her shoulders and pressing in against hers drives her right knee up between her legs. It’s too much and as a now sobbing and a mostly defenseless Jenna begins to slump forward she grasps her wrists and forcing her arms back hangs her up on the closely spaced ropes. It’s over, Starla’s exhilarated , she’s also conscious of a sense of moisture between her legs and her increasingly sensitive breasts feel full and heavy and even with the inside of the cups abrading them they’re swelling with the tautness of sexual sensation. She finds the feeling luxurious and as her fingers play across the tops of her breasts they stroke at her engorged nipples. She also knows what will make it even better, much better and grasping Jenna’s wrists yanks them back over the front of the lower rope. Another pause to catch her breath and savor the thought of what she intends to do next then with a gleeful feeling of vengeance she again drives her knee up savagely into the now hopelessly ensnared Jenna’s cunt and as the blood lusting roar of the guests sweep over her prepares to finish her.

She’s infused with fight induced blood lust.. It is who she is or what she has become and raising a bloody fist in salute to the guests she invites them to idolize her blood and sweat soaked figure. Laughing with pleasure she revels for the moment as their openly lustful and admiring comments swirl around her then turning back to the hapless Jenna drives her right fist to the left side of her head. Pausing she looks at the guests as she savors their reaction then stepping closer she hooks a harder more deliberate left fist up into Jenna’s lower belly. The feeling is delicious and coaxing Jenna’s legs apart and grasping the bra cups begins deliberately squeezing, kneading and and twisting them with her fingers and as a wave of sexual carnality sweeps over her and Jenna’s agonized screams roil up from the pen they’re answered by the guests roaring screams of approval and cries for more. She feels good, she wants to do it and it’s the kind of cruelty she’s very much inclined to. It’s also what the guests want and expect and looking at Cecilia she knows it’s the way she wants it too. She’s also pretty sure how she’ll want to do it with her later . Just thinking about it gives her a shiver of anticipation and receiving a silent but leeringly lustful approving look of acknowledgment smashes her knee up into Jenna’s cunt. It’s over, she can’t take any more of it and as gags and begins to fall forward away from the ring ropes Starla utters a triumphant scream and smashes her right fist into her jaw.

Starla’s breathing heavily and trembling, she feels momentarily drained and as Jenna sprawls to the floor she backs away.. Again there’s a wave of carnal satisfaction that sweeps over her, she feels fantastic, she’s pumped from the fighting but now sensing where Cecilia wants to go with it she smiles. She’s OK with it, it’ll be the icing on their cake and she knows now how much she needs to do it with another big strong muscle bitch like herself. Cecilia’s also breathing heavily but she answers with her own knowing smile and as the stairs are thrown over the ropes she nods her head and they climb up out of the pen. That part of it is over and with the guests pressing in around them they make their way up the incline to the door that leads out of the small arena room and to another smaller more private room where the remaining part of the Havana contract will be satisfied