Fighting for Cash

By Jessica B.

It had been a few weeks since my first “fight.” I use quotes because I don’t think it counts as a fight when all you do is spend five minutes as someone’s personal punching bag, get cunt-busted, and then watch them walk away with your boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend, that is. Well…not even ex, really. I’m pretty sure Kris was never my boyfriend. Pretty sure the whole thing was a set-up from the start.

Anyway, I had met Brian about a week after that. He was one of the drunken frat-boys who had seen my humiliating display (though he kept insisting he “wasn’t THAT drunk”). He had told me that it had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Normally, telling a girl something like that would be a pretty shitty pick-up line. But…well…I’m not your average girl.

Yeah, it had been the worst night of my life…but…there was something buried beneath all the pain, the loss, the humiliation…something my mind kept clinging to. Something seriously…erotic.

Anyway, I told Brian to go fuck himself…but called him later that night. He didn’t apologize. I didn’t ask him to. He told me about a “thing” that he thought I might be interested in.

“Basically, you fight another girl for ten minutes while a bunch of us watch. In your underwear. We do it every Saturday.”

“Ummmmm...” I replied. “Is that seriously your entire sales pitch?”

“Well, no,” he laughed. “You get 250 bucks for it.”

When you’re in college, you’ll do a lot for $250. “Really…” I said thoughtfully.

“Well, actually…” he continued. “Nah, nevermind.”

“Actually what!?” I demanded.

“Well, you actually get 500 if you win. But…” he trailed off.

“But WHAT, Brian?”

“Well…I’m just saying, you know…you don’t seem like…a fighter?”

“Brian, that bitch totally sucker-punched me. That wasn’t a fair fight.”

“Right, right…but…you DID kinda hit her first, so…not really a sucker punch?”

I remained silent.

“Look, the point is, 250 bucks is good money for ten minutes of work! And…well, I get the feeling you’ll kind of enjoy it either way.”

I hung up.

And next Saturday, I was standing in the middle of a 25x25 foot room, surrounded by a crowd of horny, cheering morons, wearing nothing but a white cotton thong and matching bra.

* * *

Amanda, my opponent, had definitely done this before.

She wore a black G-string and matching bra, which stood in stark contrast to her Ivory skin and platinum-blonde hair. She was about 5’8”, maybe 130 pounds. So, I had about 3 inches and 30 pounds on her. She was quite well-endowed. Pretty sure they were fake. Her pretty face wore a permanent smile, which I was becoming more and more eager to wipe off.

But that wasn’t going too well.

She was basically toying with me. She wasn’t even assuming a fighting stance, just kept her hands on her hips and kept circling…but once I went to swing…

…she wasn’t there.

She’d quickly step to the side and give a well-placed shove, leaving me stumbling awkwardly by her.

Eventually, I turned to her and crossed my arms. “Are you planning on fighting, or dancing?”

This got a good reaction from the crowd, at least. Amanda’s smile grew slightly. “I thought you’d never ask…”

With that, she snapped off a roundhouse kick to my chin, which landed with a reverberating CRACK!!! I was spun by the impact and began stumbling away, but suddenly, her arms were around my waist. “Let’s go for a ride…” she whispered in my ear.

She fell backwards, heaving me over her head; I landed awkwardly on my shoulders before tumbling awkwardly to the side. I scrambled to my hands and knees, only to receive a vicious kick to the stomach. I collapsed back onto my side, curling into the fetal position to avoid further punishment…

…which didn’t come.

“Surely, you’re not done already, darling?” Amanda asked in her calm, quiet murmur. She had backed off a few steps and was patiently waiting, arms crossed.

I groaned as I slowly got back to my feet. I clearly didn’t stand a chance against this girl, but maybe if I…

“OOUUFFFFFF!!!” I grunted, as she landed an impossibly quick kick just below my navel. I doubled forward, only to receive a knee strike directly in the nose.

“OOOOOwwwwwwwww…” I whined, desperately cupping my hands over my nose. Was I bleeding? Surely, someone would stop the fight if I...

“nooooooo…”

She had somehow managed to pick me up over her shoulder…how strong was this girl!?

“…no-no-NOOOOOOO!!!!...”

THHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!

The sound reverberated through the room as she slammed me to the ground. I lay helpless on my back, the wind (and the fight) totally knocked out of me.

The crowd cheered wildly.

“How much time do I have?” asked Amanda.

“4 minutes!” someone answered a bit too enthusiastically.

Right…Brian had said these fights lasted up to ten minutes. And apparently, me being laid out in a pathetic heap wasn’t enough for my opponent.

She grabbed my ankles, lifted them straight up, and then pulled them all the way over my head, till my shins actually touched the carpet. She then locked me into this humiliating position by sitting on my calves.

I’m a pretty flexible girl, but let me tell you, this was not a particularly comfortable position to be in.

So there I was, my thong-clad rear presented for all to see, with a sadistic, smiling Blonde sitting on my calves and staring thoughtfully at my crotch. My slightly bulging crotch…protected only by a thin layer of cotton…

“Well, well…what have we hear?” she asked. She began lightly stroking my…ugh…my “slit” with her fingernail. It was the most humiliating thing that’s ever happened to me…and I kinda didn’t want her to stop.

“Mmmmmm…” I moaned. I was still dazed, and it was totally involuntary.

“Oh, you like that?” she asked. “How about this?

With that, she fired a quick jab directly into my crotch.

“AWWW!!! OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh…”

I cried out in anguish. The pain was almost unbearable…but…

THWACK!!!

“AHHHHHHHHHHhhh…uhhhh…uuuuurrrrrrrmmmmm…”

Another jab. It hurt…it definitely, DEFINITELY hurt…but…somewhere in my dazed, addled mind, I realized that there was an undeniable tinge of pleasure buried beneath the pain.

“You know,” said Amanda thoughtfully, “I think you’re enjoying this almost as much as I am!”

She fired a rapid succession of jabs into my trembling womanhood.

THWACK…

“AWWWWWW…No…please…noooooo…”

Each punch brought new waves of pain, but was also bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

THWACK…

“Ohhhh…”

THWACK-THWACK!!!

“OOHHHHHH!”

THWACK…THWACK-THWACK, THWAAAAACK!!!

“OOOOOOoooooooooooohhhhh…” I gasped. I was so close I could almost burst…when…..

suddenly………

she stopped.

She looked down between my legs and stared into my bulging, watering eyes.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

I was barely conscious from the combination of excrutiating pain and near-ecstacy, but I heard my choked voice whisper. “No….no, please…just one more…”

“Really…? Interesting. Well, if you insist…” She reared back and unleashed a massive punch that connected directly with my clit.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” I screamed. Through the pain, I could feel a wave of paralyzing ecstasy spread through my abdomen and entire lower body, right to the tip of my toenails.

Amanda finally stood up, but my body didn’t move. My hands were holding clumps of the carpet so tightly that my knuckles were white. My face peaked out from between my trembling thighs, staring wide-eyed at nothing. My mouth was wide open, but no sounds emerged other than a few choked gasps.

“Oh my god…haha, I think she actually came!” said…someone. It may have been Amanda. It may have been Brian. It could’ve been anyone, really. I was not exactly a reliable witness at this point. But whoever said it…they were right.

Eventually, my feet began to slowly rise from the floor, and I gently tipped to the side. Even the slight impact of my thighs hitting the floor sent new shockwaves through my body.

“Uuuuuurrrrrrrmmmmmm…” I moaned helplessly. Drool was slowly beginning to drip down my trembling lower lip, and my eyes remained glued opened. Staring at nothing at all. My arms were splayed to the side at odd angles. My crotch was screaming at me in both pleasure and pain, but as much as I wanted to hold it, to protect it, to comfort it…I couldn’t move a muscle.

I vaguely heard the laughter, and the mockery…I whimpered slightly as I felt a few slaps on my butt-cheeks send more shockwaves through my body. I may have cried, I may have moaned, I may have screamed, I’m not even sure. I just lie there, helplessly, waiting for everyone to leave, wishing for the pain to stop…and yet wishing for the humiliating, intoxicating rush of pleasure to remain.

But nobody left. They just kept watching, laughing, jeering…slapping… Eventually, Brian hoisted me up over his shoulder and carried me out of the room. He gently laid me down onto…I don’t know, some bed in some room, and stayed with me until I recovered somewhat. He didn’t say a word, just gently stroked my hair and looked into my eyes.

Finally, when I could move my muscles again and formulate an actual thought, I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to force a half-smile.

“So…” I whispered shakily…”when’s my next fight?”