Starla 13105

The Havana Contract; continued

It had been awhile since her arranged fight with Jenna but now that her cuts and abrasions had mostly healed her interest in arranging another had returned. Something which Cecilia had been only too happy to encourage. Of course Jenna had also wetted her appetite for the other side of it a side which could only be satisfied by engaging in a physical act of sexual conquest and under the circumstances the only practical way of accommodating that inclination had been to engage with Cecilia in a fight. That had sort of arranged itself shortly after she’d finished with Jenna and while it hadn’t been a personal thing it had been what it was supposed to be, all in and she’d prevailed and with that part of it mostly resolved their relationship had evolved into something more personal and considerably more benign. Of course even though they’d enjoyed their subsequent sexual couplings they’d been aware that only something more physically violent would suffice. Something that would be both psychologically as well as financially sustaining, perhaps something along the lines of her arranged fight with Jena but more like the type of raw, unrestricted underground fighting that not infrequently resulted in the ultimate consequence. The story opens with them having completed a vigorous workout session in the small personal practice ring and now having retired to a specially fitted room they’re preparing to review a DVD they’ve received.

They’re both wearing short, sleeveless terrycloth robes and having been invigorated by the workout are in high spirits. They’re also rather sweaty and on entering the room Cecilia retrieves a bottle of amber colored liquor while Starla quickly towels herself off and extracting a joint from her kit takes to reclining on a wide bolstered couch while she waits for Cecilia to pour the drinks.

“I think you said you thought the video was about an hour” says Starla.

“Yeah” replies Cecilia. “It’s sort of a preview of what they’re about and how they go about it.”

They’re quiet for the moment then Cecilia extracts a video disk from it’s envelope and inserts it into the DVD. Returning to the couch while it grinds it’s way to start she retrieves her drink and playfully parting her robe spreadeagle’s herself onto Starla’s lap and laughing softly as she playfully nuzzles her neck says.

“And I think your going to like they way they go about doing it.” Taking a sip of her drink she adds, “especially since I think they’re interested in having either you or I take part in one.”

Starla doesn’t respond but the DVD’s finished loading and as the screen flickers to life Cecilia slides off of her lap and sprawling onto the couch murmurs.
“From what I understand they’ve got several places that are specially set up for things like this.”

.”Like secret undisclosed locations” Starla laughs?

“Yeah, something like that ” but then as the screen reveals what appears to be a large, apparently empty parking garage like room with a large sunken pit situated in it’s center she mutters “except this one isn’t all that secret, at least as far as I’m concerned.”

“I take it you think you know where that’s at” Starla responds.

“Yeah, if it’s the one I think it is I’ve been there” and pausing for a moment she continues. ”It’s an old high rise hotel in an industrial area in what used to be eastern Germany. Very discreet with a high rise car park attached at the back and two large basements beneath it” adding with a laugh. “The whole thing is pretty much set up for a drive in drive out and the lowest basement has been engineered specifically just for this sort of thing.”

Starla doesn’t respond but as she gives the structure on the screen a closer look she hears Cecilia begin to describe it as something like a small modern day underground coliseum.

“The fighting pit’s octagonally shaped and about eight feet deep with padding on the sides and the bottom nd functions sort of like a sunken stage. The four doors on the far side of it access rooms where the fighting bitch’s that have been selected wait.”

“Let the games begin” muttered Starla. “It’s a nice set up though, even has what looks like a barrier built around it up at the spectator level.”

“Yeah” responds Cecilia “something to lean and over and you’ll notice that the area where they sit if they’re so inclined has black carpet and painted walls. It seems to keep them mostly in shadow although there isn’t much that they can’t see from the raised seating platforms arrayed around it.”

Again Starla doesn’t reply but as she’s giving the room a closer look the door of a large freight elevator on the far wall slides open and a number of female figures emerge.

“Ah” remarks Cecilia somewhat jokingly, “the sorority” and as they fan out among the tables adds “And as you can see they not only have the hard bodied genetics but also the unique psychological qualities that are required to enthusiastically appreciate the games they’re there to watch.”

“Impressive” responds Starla almost to herself and as she watch’s them gather along the barrier murmurs “and they certainly do look like they’re ready to go for it don’t they?”
Ranging from their late twenties to their fifties and attired in brief, toga style sleeveless shifts they all seem to project a sense of sexual and physical power and after some brief mumbled conversations they settle themselves in around the tables. Almost immediately several younger females emerge from an adjacent room with trays of drinks and having made themselves a bit more comfortable they begin retrieving their stash and start lighting up while resuming their conversations over the cocktails they’ve been served.

“About right for something like this” Cecilia mumbles seemingly to herself.

”Which is” responds Starla?

“Well” replies Cecilia after a short pause, “they,” nodding at the TV, “comprise the leadership of a variety of semi underground organizations that deal in just about everything, some of it legal some of it not. They’re also the sort of pathologically hard core lesbians that are very seriously into the sexuality of heavy muscle and very much inclined to put it to use in the type of arranged fight, either among themselves or with others that they’re about to watch.”

“And from the looks of it they appreciate it in much the same way that their sisters did back in the days of the coliseum” muttered Starla as her hand plays idly up across the hard muscularity of Cecilia’s thigh.

“Yeah” laughs Cecilia. “They do seem to like it that way” and as the elevator door opens for the second time and a single female emerges she adds, “actually I think we can assume it’s going to be very much like it was back then” and pointing to the woman says, “and it would seem that the Countess will be the one that ensures it.”

At around 190 pounds and just short of six feet in her heeled sandals she exudes a physical and sexual prowess the equal of any of the others and as she strides through the assemblage gathering around her Starla finds her to be the personification of the type of female she’s always found herself sexually and physically attracted to. Giving the pit a brief examination then turning to those that have returned to their seats she says in Germanically accented English. “In keeping with your expectations and assuming that you are ready for what you are here for” and as the lighting in the room suddenly shifts to a darker ruby red a buzzer sounds and three big powerfully built females emerge from behind three of the doors set in the far side of the pit. Waiting for the spectators surging expressions of approval and enthusiasm to recede she announces.

“The fighting bitch’s that have been selected for this evenings arrangement are Rouna from our sister group in the eastern Mediterranean, Lulu from our other sister organization in the eastern block and Lenna who’s affiliated with an associated group in North Africa.” Pausing for a moment to let their excited chatter die down she goes on “Rouna’s 29, 5'11" and weighs 191lbs. She’s had seven previous fights. Lulu is 33, also 5'11" and weighs 187lbs with five previous fights and Leena’s 34, 5'11," and weighs 190lbs, also with five previous fights.” After another pause she adds “And since each of them have participated in at least one arranged fight to the death you may assume that they’re not only eager to meet the challenge but more than ready to go wherever it takes them.”

The gallery is mostly silent as they admire their physical presence and contemplate what she’s said.. Except for medium weight fingerless gloves, brief half bras of tightly fitted nylon mesh, ring socks and wrap around rubber mask bands they’re naked and as they withdraw back to stand by the door from which they emerged the spectators begin shifting around in their seats and talking in low, animated voices as they point, compare and admire while their facial expressions reflect cruel smiles of anticipation.

Starla and Cecilia are also admiring them but as they watch them stretch and flaunt their impressively muscular physics they find their attention also drawn to the thickets of pubic hair nestling between their legs and the fleshy nubs of their clit’s already starting to protrude from within it. Their familiarity with supplements, especially the sexually specific ones along with an abiding interest in the art of self stimulation have contributed to an awareness that like other aspects of physical development that part of the anatomy is quite capable of benefitting from it and from the looks of it, the three in the pit are apparently as adept as they are when it comes to the type of care and feeding that encourages it.

Of course they’re also considering the fact that all three have participated in fights to the death and while Cecilia almost distractedly and mostly to herself remarks that she doesn’t think this will go that far Starla’s not so sure. She ambivalent about it but if it starts to look like it’s going to go there she knows she’d be supportive of it. She thinks that if that were the objective though it would be better if they did it one on one. Of course the gallery’s also considered it but for now they also seem to think it’s better this way and somewhat distracted Starla finds herself thinking Lenna looks to be the one to beat. In any case she guessed she’d soon find out since the Countess has raised her arms and addressing the three gathered below her says. “The secure internet links with our affiliated chapters are up and functioning correctly so if your ready” and as they respond with a collective nod of their heads she motions them together and orders them to begin fighting.

All three appear to be in their late twenties or early thirties. They’re also heavily tattooed and as is popular among some aficionados of what they’re there for, unshaven with each sporting an abundance of pubic hair beneath their arms, around their groins and on their calves. They’re also exhibiting an eagerness to get at each other which by itself is exciting and as Rouna steps away from the side and motions for Lulu to come to her the gallery erupts with both suggestions and enthusiastic groans of anticipation.

Both of course are shifting their attention from each other to Lenna to ensure she doesn’t take advantage their preoccupation with each other but as they begin their maneuvering in the center of the pit their focus inevitably turns more onto themselves. Lenna appears to be still contemplating what she should do but now that the other two seem preoccupied with each other she seems to have made up her mind and now smacking her right fist into the palm of her left hand she begins moving purposefully away from her side. Cecilia is shifting around as well and now with an arm over Starla’s shoulder she curls herself closer to murmur that while their half bra’s provide some protection for their tits the beaded surface of the gloves is intended to deliberately bruise and abrade the skin. It causes Starla to smile, she knows while they sound a bit like gardening gloves smashing their hard beaded surfaces into a pair of big swelling tits appeals to her sexually sadistic side although her only response is to slip her hand down between Cecilia’s thighs and murmur “perfect and my bets on Lenna.” She likes it and with Cecilia’s big powerful body pressing in beside her, and with the sorority sisters crowding along the barrier a half a world away it’s no longer just pictures on a TV. It’s like she’s there, it’s intoxicating and as Cecilia roughly pulls her close and slides her tongue across her cheek she luxuriates in an erotic sense of sexual stimulation and the feeling of a suddenly moist slickness between her thighs. For a moment it takes her breath away but then Rouna with a quick butt to Lulu’s head push’s her into the approaching Lenna and both she and Cecilia shout their approval.

Leena has anticipated her though and pressing in against Lulu’s back and wrapping her right arm around the front of her neck drives her left fist into her lower back. Gritting her teeth she does it again but Lulu’s struggling, clawing at her arm and as her lower belly becomes exposed Rouna steps closer and hooks her right fist into her lower left side then twisting to her left slams her elbow against the left side of her head before quickly backing out of Lenna’s reach. It was a good hit and as Lulu momentarily ceases her gyrations Lenna manages to wrap her left arm around her waist and tightening her right arm around her neck wrench’s her back against her. It’s not very effective but it lifts Lulu’s feet from the floor. and now holding the frantically thrashing Lulu up against her she screams at Rouna to cunt her. It’s causing her to lose her balance though and as Lulu manages to pry her arm loose and twist to the side Rouna steps closer and with a broad smile on her face deliberately jabs her left fist into Lenna’s mouth.

“Good hit” mutters Starla appreciatively as she watch’s Lenna put her hand to her mouth and stumble away. “Now go after the bitch and put her down.”

The rest of the room is now mostly obscured in a shadowy darkness but it’s apparent that the remote controlled boom with a camera and directional microphones attached has dropped down from the ceiling to record their struggle. It’s also picking up and enhancing the squalling screams, grunts and groans of the three in the pit as well as the cries of encouragement from the spectators gallery and as Rouna suddenly looks up at the camera and raises her arm as if to punctuate her hit it’s a gesture that both Starla and Cecilia fully appreciate. Now though with their appetites and imaginations stimulated by the violence the gallery want more and as Lenna straightens up and with a last swipe at her face sidles away to the side they roar their approval. Screams of “gut the bitch, cunt her” ring out from the gallery seeming to provide an almost like you are there experience and Starla, unable to contain herself and with her breath coming in short shallow pants throws her arm around Cecilia’s neck and thrusting her hand down between thighs now slick with sexual spend mumbles.

“This is unbelievable. Has to be almost like it was.”

“Yeah” responds an equally breathless Cecilia then taking a deep breath says with a note of satisfaction. “And it looks like Lulu’s just about out of it.”

Focusing on the expressions on the spectators faces Starla only hears part of it but it’s apparent they’re experiencing the same level of emotional involvement that she is. She also lets herself imagine that they’re as open to the possibility one of them doing it to the other as she is. Under the circumstances and considering that not infrequently that was the objective it was not to be considered an unlikely possibility and as Lenna and Rouna close with each other and begin a furious exchange of body blows she finds herself becoming mesmerized by the sound of their fists as they impact each others bodies. The tableau is delicious, two big powerful bitch’s furiously engaging with each other in an all or nothing fist fight. This is the way it should be she thinks as she lets herself imagine how she’d feel if she were one of them. Before she can explore the thought though her attention shifts to Lulu now warily circling the other two in the center of the pit.

She’s a big mean bitch too she thinks appreciatively as she admires the large viper tattooed on her back. It seems to match the figure of the bird of prey rising from between her legs and makes her appear even more formidable. Before she can consider it though Lenna manages to wrestle Rouna to the floor and her attention shifts back to them.

Rouna has landed on her back and disregarding the threat posed by Lulu Lenna throws herself down on top. Quickly straddling her with a leg on either side she drives her right fist down into her face and as Rouna struggles to throw her off rocks forward on her knees and slams her left fist into the right side of her head. It’s only then that she remembers Lulu but as she starts to scramble to her feet Lulu closes with them and hooking her left fist into her belly and thrusting her right arm across the the front of her neck she throws her backwards onto the floor beside Rouna.

Quickly dropping down on top and forcing her knees onto Lenna’s biceps she grasps the back of her head with her left hand and smash’s her right fist down into her face. Almost manically, her face twisted in a triumphant grin she does it again but as she tries to settle herself a bit more securely for a third attempt Rouna rolls to her hands and knees and throws herself onto her giving Lenna the chance to crawl away. Now it’s Lulu and Rouna, both sweat slick and bloodied that are locked together leaving Lenna, still wiping at her mouth to struggle to her feet and now with the sound of their grunts, snarls and curses along with that of their their fists and to a lesser degree the spectators screams of encouragement all being electronically amplified Starla turns to Cecilia and asks if she knows how all of this works.

“Well”she replies. “It’s a logical extension of the way girls like us have developed and refined our attraction for things like this. It’s actually a worldwide affiliation of similar groups that have developed a sophisticated way of indulging themselves and the Countess and her stable are part of it. The principles are referred to as the sorority sisters, the others are their associates or their guests and at the end of the chain are the companions who are essentially their personal girl toys. The three in the pit appear to be from that last group. In any event we’re all attracted to other females who like ourselves find various forms of arranged fighting not only physically challenging but sexually exciting. It’s actually somewhat of a core event with respect to those of us that are into it and the more physically driven we are and the more brutal and cruel the fighting the more we tend to like it. As for the companions, that’s pretty much where we all start and they’re pretty much the key to it. They’re the ones that are mostly the ones that perform in the pits and for the most part have attended one of the clandestine fight training camps that some of the wealthier sisters maintain. Sort of like a modern school for gladiatrix’s and since it’s from this group that most of them have come themselves they tend to select personal companions whose physical qualities, attractiveness and temperament as well as their demonstrated lack of inhibitions are most comparable to their own. I’ve also been given to understand that a primary source of candidates are those that have been incarcerated for offences related to “the” objective. Which” she added with a short laugh, “with respect to the various types of arrangements they’re expected to take part in tends to make them considerably more malleable. And as for the rest, their care and feeding so to speak, that’s pretty much taken care of by the sister or sisters that support them and depending on how well they demonstrate the requisite physical qualities, abilities and their response to the incentives the sorority selects which ones they want to see put together in the pit.”

“Sounds pretty sophisticated ” grunts Starla.

“Yeah, it is that” replies Cecilia then adding with a laugh. “And what you get are big mean bitch’s with the vicious attitudes, the instincts of a pit bull and an eagerness to participate in arranged fights that provide them as well as the sisters that support and put them to it with the desired level of physical and sexual gratification that they want.”

“What’s the survival rate” mutters Starla?

“I don’t know” replies Cecilia. “I’d guess about two in three’s could be about right though.”

Lulu’s down on her belly with Rouna now mostly mounted on top. She’s extended her left arm down beneath her left shoulder and wrapping it back behind her neck as it snugged up beneath her left shoulder. Tightening her arm and forcing her face in against her left shoulder blade she twists to her left and grasping Lulu’s left wrist with her right hand rolls her over onto her side captures her waist between her legs and locking her ankles together begins wrenching at her head as she simultaneously squeeze’s her waist between her thighs. Lenna’s starting to circle closer though but she’s cautious. She knows that given the opportunity they’ll both turn on her but waiting until Rouna begins working the fingers of her left hand into Lulu”s genitals sets herself and spinning on her left foot drives her right foot into the side of her head.

Again the TV speakers explode with the galleries roar of approval. This is what they want, a brutal, close quarters, three way fight to the finish but Starla senses they’ll want more and turning to Cecilia asks.

“If two out of three is about right what’s your guess about number three?”

“Well” Cecilia replies. “Maybe but I doubt it’ll happen this time. It’s not what they,” nodding at the spectators, “anticipate. Not that they’d have a problem with it but they probably don’t have enough into this to want it to go there.”

Starla doesn’t reply. Rouna’s sprawled on the floor and a re-surgent Lulu has her arm now snagged around Lenna’s legs but as she struggles to pull her down Starla finds her interest shifting back to the figure of the Countess and her thoughts about the possibility of doing it like this with her. They’re both big muscle bitch’s and the thought of doing it with her was making her mouth run dry. It was also causing her to experience a tightening in her groin and with a sudden shortness of breath she considers what the feeling the Countess’s naked body struggling against her’s would be like. That they’d be well matched was assured, it was also good and as the Countess lazily extends a bare leg toward the camera she lets herself imagine she’s soliciting her personal interest. At least she wants to think that and again savors the thought of what an arrangement with her would be like.

As if reading her mind Cecilia murmurs “she’s been beaten” and then as the Countess gives the camera a seductively superior smile and slides her hand down along her muscled thigh adds. “But not often and not lately.”

“What’s it take to get into the pit with her” mutters Starla thickly.

“It’s probably negotiable” laughs Cecilia. “Of course it also depends if it’s a fight to the death which I understand she’s open to if the money’s right.”

Again Starla doesn’t respond but there’s really any need to. It’s obvious why they’ve been provided with the DVD and it’s not difficult to imagine that the Countess is probably as open to a arrangement with her as she is. Their first meeting would be social of course, perhaps with some of those special libations intended to enhance and embellish the subject they’d be discussing but after that they’d be meeting for the actual fighting itself. Probably not to the death but she guessed if the money was right they’d both probably consider it. Too much to think about right now though and as Lulu suddenly press’s Leena’s back to the floor and swings her right knee up between her thighs and slams it into her nest Starla almost gratefully returns her attention to them.

Lulu’s now mounted on Leena and grasping her by the shoulders and holding her back to the floor begins to forcefully drive her knee up between her thighs and accompanied by Leena’s cries of shock and gasping grunts slam’s it repeatedly into her nest. Cries which are quickly amplified along with the screams of approval coming from the gallery. She’d lost track of Rouna though and doesn’t seem to be aware of her until she collides with her from the side. Not hard enough to dislodge her but it forces Lulu’s face down on top of Leena and Rouna quickly wraps her left arm down over her right shoulder and wrapping it back beneath the front of her neck snugs her head up beneath her left shoulder in a reverse guillotine. Wrenching her body back across her belly and locking her right leg behind her right knee she reach’s down and savagely begins clawing the fingers of her right hand into the lush thicket between her legs. Again she does it then releasing the pressure on her neck and as Lulu’s gurgling screams start to resound harshly throughout the room she swings her right leg over to Lulu’s other side and straddling her and squeezing her thighs together begins driving her right fist into her belly and breasts. They’re sweat slippery though and as Lulu’s head begins to slip out from beneath her arm Rouna flattens herself down onto her and with a hedonistic scream of delight savagely begins working the tips of her fingers into the meat of Lulu’s bulging breasts.

Now as the spectators extend themselves over the barrier and pressing against each other screaming for a kill and Rouna appears to dominate Lulu forces herself up onto her knees and reaching back grasps Rouna by the neck and with a triumphant scream throws her down onto the floor. Lying there for a moment she colects herself then struggling to her feet and massaging her bloody breasts she staggers off to the side. Now the spectators appear to think that it’s about to be finished and as a suddenly reinvigorated Leena charges into Rouna and delivers a quick hard hit to the side of her head the TV speakers again come alive with the galleries screams and cries of approval.

It catch’s Rouna by surprise and drives her stumbling back against the side. Moving after her and slamming her right forearm across the front of her neck Leena quickly hooks her left fist up into her lower belly but again she’s failed to keep track of Lulu and as she starts to back away Lulu hooks her left fist into her left breast then throwing herself onto her and grasping her head with her hands begins smashing it against the side of the pit. Stunned she drops to a knee and with her face reflecting her confusion looks up just as Lulu slams her right fist into the left side of her head and as she starts to slump she shifts to her left foot and drives a quick, hard kick to her head. With that it’s over for Leena and as she falls onto the floor Rouna launch’s herself into Lulu sending them both sprawling against each other along the side of the pit.

Again they lie there for a moment before scrambling apart. Both were bruised and bleeding and as they move away from the side and wearily turn to confront each other Rouna’s bleeding from the nose and a split lip. She also has a discolored and swelling eye along with a gash on her left breast along with severe bruising on her rib-cage Lulu has a swelling around her eye, a badly split lip and numerous abrasions and bruises. The nub of her clit is seen to poke out through her bush though and she seems more confident than Rouna and stepping closer she feints a right to her head and as Rouna raises her arms and starts to back away she charges into her and wrapping her arms around her and lifting her up throws her down onto her back against the side of the pit. Breathing heavily she pauses to catch her breath then reaching down and lifting Rouna’s left leg drops to her knees to straddle her right thigh. Pausing, another deep breath then collecting herself and walking her knees forward along Rouna’s thigh she maneuvers her now swollen clit into the lush thicket between her legs and as the spectators roar their approval and scream encouragement begins wrestling her swollen nub deeper into the slippery crevice of Rouna’s cunt. Again she pauses then sliding her right shoulder forward under Rouna’s left thigh and slipping her left arm beneath her right shoulder and flattening herself down on top of her slowly and with deliberate intensity begins working her now fully extended clit into Rouna’s slit and as her undulations become more vigorous it’s apparent that she’s experiencing the first sexual shocks of her climax. Breathing heavily, her mouth agape she looks up at the faces arrayed above her and as her spend begins oozing out of her crevice to slicken the inside of her thighs she arch’s her back and throwing her head back utters a loud and utterly satisfying groan of pleasure. Still the spectators cry for more and breathing heavily she looks up and as if to acknowledges them turns her attention back to Rouna and uttering a sudden and hedonistic scream of pleasure drives her right fist down flush into her face. It’s finished and although Rouna continues to writhe weakly beneath her, her sobbing moans and cries buried under the almost rabidly enthusiastic response from the gallery Lulu wraps her right arm around her left thigh and as her eyes roll up to the top of her head and her amplified groans of ecstatic pleasure echo throughout around the room and the overhead camera hungrily circles above to record the scene the silvery slick her climax begins slipping from her crevice.

Now as an unconscious Leena and a mewling Rouna. lie curled at Lulu’s feet Starla finds her attention shifting back to the figure of the Countess. She’s smiling into the camera and parting her shift she’s stroking her engorged and moistly gleaming genitals. and to Starla it’s as if she’s imagining herself in Lulu’s place and extending a personal invitation for her to join her.