The Duelling Pit (HC Part 20)
By JS2007
Li and Jiang forced back the Desi bitches and helped pick up a hysterical, crying Akiko. Toni was dazed by this grotesque ending to the fight, and overcome she collapsed into Helen’s arms sobbing. ‘How can anyone do anything like that to someone they had called a friend,’ croaked the shocked redhead, who had seen barbarity and cruelty, but nothing like the rape of an opponent.
Helen then started to cry too, Gin had not only seen it, but done it.
Then
Arimi knew the fight with her best friend was coming. They had argued a lot before, but this time would be different.
The practice gym in the elite Yakuza College was full of fit eighteen year boys and girls punching speed bags, kicking at padded boards or exchanging holds on each other. Most were in the fight teams orange sweat tops and pants but the two pairs fighting practice bouts were in tight fitting swimming costumes. The boys in orange thongs so tight they left nothing to the imagination and the two girls similarly in high cut/low cut one pieces that looked two sizes too small on the freshmen students, showing their pointing nipples and cunt lips sensually through the reinforced nylon.
As Ichigo walked into the gym dojo the noisy talking and shouting of the twenty or so Japanese teens slowly quietened. Even the two pairs engaged in training fights moved apart. The air was filed with tension and it seemed to crackle with animosity between the new comer to the gym and the sliver haired platinum blonde teen who now stood staring hard at the strawberry pink haired young woman.
‘Haru is mine'. Ichigo did not raise her voice but stated the position to her rival. Arimi glared at her old friend, she had been sleeping with the handsome and sexually talented Haru since he had come to this College on a sports scholarship two months ago. However a bad loss three weeks previously had seen Gin hospitalised and she had only this week returned to training. In her place her team mate Ichigo had won a spectacular fight against a girl who Gin had never beaten. The silver hared girl was now training hard to get her team place back, but worse had followed. When she had returned to her dorm room Haru had moved out, and he had been the one in Ichigo's corner cheering her on to victory. She didn’t understand, the pink strawberry haired girl who had been her constant companion until Arimi had fallen under Haru’s spell, had never shown any interest in boys at all before. She had always thought Strawberry had preferred girls, but maybe in the weeks she had been with Haru, Ichigo’s preferences had changed. Arimi had cried herself to sleep that night, but the next day had cornered Haru after her English lesson. She had pleaded with her lover, and to her surprise he had shrugged his shoulders, told her Ichigo never really seemed that interested in having sex with him anyway, and all she wanted to talk about was what he and Arimi had done together, where they had gone and what they did. So the fickle boy had moved back in with her that night.
‘You will give him back to me as my bed is now cold’ hissed Ichigo.
Gin still remained silent and now the whole room was hushed waiting for her response. They all knew that she had only just returned to training, but then again Ichigo had not escaped without injury from her own victory just a week ago, and was still on the hurt list.
The two teen’s eyes seemed to become dark pits, smouldering with hatred.
‘I formally challenge you by the Honour Code for ownership of Haru’. Gins voice was calm and as level as Ichigo's but oozed hatred. Excited chatter broke out in the hall and one of the senior boys walked across to the large gong hanging by the practice ring and started to sound it vigorously. Gin saw Ichigo’s eye’s shift nervously, fear crept into them, and for a split second Gin thought she might bolt back out the door. But the die was cast
‘What is going on’ questioned the women’s team’s Fight Coach as she answered the call stepping out of her office door into the Gym, hastily buttoning up her dress while the wrestling master peered round the door pulling on his shorts. It only took seconds for her to understand the situation as the story of Ichigo taking Arimi’s lover had been all over the College for the last two weeks, the students gossiping about little else.
‘You are our two top freshman year fighters so I will not allow you to cripple each other. You will sex duel not death fight.’ she instructed the two girls as she led them away towards the private duelling room. She stopped by one of the equipment lockers and removed a box and a bag and then unlocked the door. The padded cell was only ten foot by ten foot and lined by red canvas. However it was covered all over in darker red and brown stains, dried blood from the innumerable duels fought in its confining space. This room had seen fights to the death or worse, and a small hatch led to the Colleges furnaces for those unfortunate enough to lose their young lives in its confines. Under the teachers gaze the still silent girls stripped off their sweats and then peeled of the orange one pieces and then removing their wrestling boots leaving them both naked. Gin had an artificial spray tanned athletic body with a small budding chest and bobbed bleach silver blond hair, her tan coming not from nude sunbathing on the College roof, but mainly from a cheap tanning shop, and though none could tell, she was half Chinese, and looked down upon for her Chinese whore mother. Her full Japanese rival had a paler complexion, though darker than most of her class as she came from Okinawa, but bright dyed pink hair. Ichigo’s build was slightly smaller than Gin’s, giving the five foot six ballerina built teen a couple of inches, but her breasts were a bit bigger, topped by brown jutting nipples against the half Chinese half Japanese vixens red teats, and Ichigo was also slighter built than the wiry champion. Both teen bodies showed bruises and scars from their recent ordeals but the coach having poked and prodded confirmed they were both fit to sexfight, and their shaved smooth oiled sexes ready for the ordeal to come.
‘Do not choose the studded reamers and I will not allow use of the blade over such a trivial matter as a boy,’ the teacher told them. The box she had opening for the girls to make their choice contained five sets of matching strap on's. The size and surfaces got progressively thicker, rougher and longer; two sets also had vicious studs and scrapers while the largest and thickest also had projecting, spring loaded blades, which would flick out when the artificial cock was full pushed home into its victim. As the challenged girl Ichigo could choose first and instinctively her hand went for the nastiest red monster, but heeding her teachers warning she selected the green ten inch ribbed hard plastic cock. Without hesitation Gin chose its mate, and both girls strapped on their duelling weapons, tightening the belt around their slim waists with the cock hanging obscenely between each young woman’s thighs. From the bag two large bottles of exotic stimulating body oil was produced and each girl now took turns massaging the naked body of her foe. They started off rubbing vigorously each other chest, concentrating on tweaking nipples, then caressing each other’s necks and backs and fingering each other’s ass before finishing off squatting facing each other massaging each other’s clit and hairless cunt. The stimulants in the oil started to work immediately, and both having rubbed and caressed their enemy’s naked body, were left breathless with sexual frustration. Both tender hairless slits dripped not only with the stimulant oil but now also with their sex juices.
‘You both know the rules, but neither of you have been involved in a sex dual before. Let me remind you, no punching, kicking scratching etc. I have the electric prod to punish you if I think you are straying across the line from sexual dominance into crippling your rival. This fight is over a lover and is not over personal hatred. The fight will only end when one of you submits or can no longer continue. Boys are not worth killing each other for, remember that’. This would have sounded a bit more convincing if both girls did not know that the teacher herself had killed at least twice in death duels while at the College, and both times over men.
As the teacher stepped to one side both teens squealed with pent up aggression and sexual frustration and grabbing at each other as they fell in a heap of slapping and clutching hands and scissoring and swinging legs on to the padded floor.
With the help of a hefty hair pull Gin managed to climb atop her slippery opponent, but neglecting the other oriental girls arms allowed the pink haired Ichigo to use both her arms to bend Gins right arm up in a chicken wing behind her back. A vicious heave had Gin screaming in pain, but then with her on top and Ichigo below, the green strap on of the smaller girl found its target and slipped effortlessly into Gins sopping cunt.
‘Shit, Shit’ moaned the silver haired half Chinese girl at using her arm hold as leverage Ichigo bucked off of the floor and hammered home the plastic cock deep into her rival. Ichigo bridged with the other teen held to her by the green strap on and her arm hold and then let herself drop just as quickly back to the canvas. Gin's abused cunt crashed down on to her sweating rival pushing the thick solid plastic deeper into her young snatch. Tears cascaded down Gins cheeks as pain pulsed through her sex. The two oriental teens small jutting breast slipping and sliding across each other with their nipples cutting and thrusting like pointing blades, and their oiled belles bucking and bouncing against each other while their excited clits punched and jousted for superiority. Gin looked down in pain at the confident, half smile on the pink bitched confident face.
‘Oh. Oh, Oh’ moaned Gin as she had to suffer a dozen repeated 'bridges' from the smaller Asian beauty before screaming the first climax of the dual.
Ichigo passionately kissed the climaxing girl robbing her of any air and then flipped over so that she was on top. The Okinawan licked Gin’s tears away tenderly, and then the sobbing Gin saw her tender expression slowly change back to that of her cold hearted foe. Without giving Gin any rest she commenced fucking her from on top with powerful hip thrust. The exotic oil was covering each of the young women’s bodies, and both now added generous portions of their own sweat and bodily fluids. Gins legs were spread wide by Ichigo's own muscular curvaceous limbs hooking them wide so that the green cock could do its job.
Within five minutes Gin with her eyes half closed in ecstasy and agony was again sobbing to another climax but Ichigo had so excited herself by their mutual rubbing of clits that she herself came with her own first shuddering climax. Gin realised the other female was taking far too much pleasure in this sexual duel. She rolled off the other Asian leaving the silver haired vixen spread eagle gasping for air while she lay on her back recovering from the climax. Gin knew this might be her only chance to get back into the fight and summoning all her strength pulled herself over to the pink haired teen and grabbing both her ankles and pinned her in a perfect press with the strawberry vixen’s feet held firmly above her pinned shoulders. The two teens squealed in exertion and their sweating slits mashed together as Gins cunt fought to hold down the Japanese teen. Then with a moan of desperation from Ichigo the blonds green plastic slipped into her and with a scream Gin pounded her with all her strength.
It took Ichigo seven minutes to cum while she tried desperately to power herself free from her rivals pin. However as she gasped to recover Gin did not stop but continued with her pounding and Ichigo’s gasps turned to louder moans and sobs.
‘I will fuck you raw man stealer’ whispered Gin into the other teen ear as her legs and hips continued the assault to dry fuck the other girl.
‘You’re tearing me, no stop’ gasped the full blooded Japanese eighteen year old, as tears began to flow down her face.
‘ I don’t want him anyway,’ sobbed Ichogo.
Gin wrung another two cums out of the pink haired girl before getting cramp on one of her legs and having to limp about to relieve the pain. As luck would have it while she stood above the other teen Ichigo finally managed to get control of her shuddering body and crawling on her knees buried her head into Gins wet and sopping crotch. Ichigo’s strength was spent but she had one trump card left to play. The other oriental Amazon could only stand paralysed with pleasure while Ichigo’s expert tong licked and kissed a shuddering climax from Gin that left the Ko Gal bitch moaning on her back.
Ichigo rolled the panting girl over on to her belly and lined up to thrust full into the pert and so far untouched ass of the other teen. A full gob of her spit landed on the small red hole and made Gin shudder. Then the strawberry teen scooped a handful of her own sexual juices to add to the mix and massaged them into the puckering cave. The silver haired teen shuddered again with pleasure and then took 10inches of hard ribbed green plastic in the ass up to the hilt in one vicious thrust.
‘Nooo, Nooo’ Gin screamed while her ass was pounded but Ichigo kept her firmly in place by a hand in the blond locks of the half Chinese bitch, and also reached round and twisted and pulled at the other teen’s hot throbbing clit so as to overload her stimulation. She pounded three climaxes out of the tortured and now bleeding ass of her opponent, and then started to punch repeatedly hard fists into the silver haired vixen’s pert teats,
‘Will you smile at me now,’ she kept screaming at Gin between punches, before the teacher dragged her off.
‘Sex fight, remember,’ and then with sadistic pleasure while pulling up the pageboy cut pink haired girls head and kissing her slipped her cattle prod into the teens cunt and shocked her full on her engorged and seemingly victorious clit. Ichigo screamed and flew across the room sobbing holding her burnt meat. Both teens were now on their backs trying to recover, and as the teacher had expected it was Gin who got herself up first.
'No ass splitting, just finish her properly’ whispered the so-called neutral judge to her favourite fighter. Ichigo was still weeping, eyes screwed shut, hyperventilating with the agony in her groin, clutching hold of her smouldering clit, when Gins green rod cracked into her. The silver blond vixen bear hugged the other teen and rose to her feet grasping the two oiled and sweaty bodies together.
'Your cunt is mine' she hissed and then dropped down full onto her own backside driving the green monster fully into Ichigo whose scream echoed round the padded cell. The impaled Japanese girl spasmed at the impact and then Gin commenced to hump the green plastic cock fully into the other girl. After fifteen minutes of hard grind Gin held Ichigo’s head by her short strawberry hair and bought it close to hers. The other teen’s eyes were rolling and her tong lolling out, her face red from exhaustion with tears running from her eyes and spittle dripping from her mouth. Gin had lost count of how many times Ichigo had climaxed. Yet another cum was ripped out of her as Gin forced her to jig on the green monster impaled firmly into her raw and damaged sex. Gin could sense the teacher close by observing whether Ichigo was finally finished. There would be no chance of her submitting as she was delirious from pain and exhaustion, and Gin had no intention of stopping until told to do so. The silver haired Amazon was slumped against the other girl, their naked bodies glued together with their own juices, but still Gin continued pumping out dry fucks into the drained and sexually destroyed Ichigo. Green plastic rubbing raw the soft and tender red meat now with no cum juices left for lubrication as all Ichigo’s sex had been sucked out of her. Suddenly Ichigo went ridged gave a last sob and started to fit, her eyes rolling and legs kicking but still held in Gins uncaring hug of hate.
‘You’re done’ whispered the older women as she separated the two girls and then shocked the pink haired girl into full unconsciousness. The teacher slowly unglued Gin’s green monster from her conquered foe, and called the College doctor for Ichigo, who had been torn up terribly and rubbed raw.
‘You do know she did all this because she want’s you,’ commented the fight coach with a wry smile, ‘She was eating her heart out all that time you were with Haru.’The woman chuckled. ‘ It took me ages to convince her to take your place in the team, when you were injured. She thought she was being disloyal to her only friend, but you didn’t even congratulate her on her win. But that is what I like about you Gin, you are ruthless.’
Arimi’s mind was in a whirl at what the woman had said to her, as Haru carried the naked silver haired eighteen year old back to the dorm through a crowd of admiring students. Some of the watching girls she knew would be thinking 'I'm sure I could take that half breed bitch if I had the chance'.
But Arimi’s thoughts were on the battered girl in the College medical wing.
Now
Haru was now long dead, killed in a Pachinko Parlour bombing in his first year as a ‘made man’, his muscles and good looks no protection against nails and ball bearings wrapped round a stick of Semtex, and she had in any case dumped him only a few weeks after her duel with her best friend. They had made up afterwards, but then the girl with the infectious smile had disappeared while on an assignment for her Yakuza family, only to reappear unexpectedly in Turkey and force Gin to end her short life for her, while she also unfortunately murdered Gin too.
But that was all long ago, right now she needed to get Akiko out of the cage, and to an aid station.