An Extreme Gamble (HC Part Two)
By TS2007

Helen had rented a squalid room in one of the worst areas of the sprawling Shanghai suburbs until her place in the Universities luxury student blocks came open. Her days had a routine that ended in her taking a taxi to an up market hotel from the university campus, where she had let slip her lover lived in the penthouse, but she actually then changing in the toilets into old cloths, while putting her high end fashion into a locker, before sneaking out the back to catch the metro out to the slums. She was nearly down to her last reserves of money, so she really needed someone to start picking up her bills for her. Her first two weeks had been mainly orientation and invitations to a couple of parties, which she had attended to scout the competition and show her face, and then slipped away quietly. She Had popped into a couple of classes where the students, being all 18 or 19 year olds, wanted to know all about her; cloths, music, favourite K-Drama, family background, and as this was China, how rich she was, and where the very cute and young looking 22 year old with the delicate Afro Chinese features and the dark red shoulder length hair, bought her make-up. Her initial cover was that she was a wealthy orphaned Chinese American on a scholarship from the USA with a sizable trust fund, but she had also laid in place an extra cover of her being the young mistress of the heir to a Japanese tech company. The fake scholarship arranged for her was to pay for all her on campus expenses, room and meals etc, but she needed a room to become vacant to draw on these funds, so she waited for a drop out, but with the term only a month old, that was unlikely for a while, unless…

She had also become a regular at the main gym, and at one of the more exclusive sparring dojos, and at the attached International University Hospital, and its physio department. She had checked in with their spinal injuries department on her first day in China. They had some of the top specialist in Asia and she would need them to monitor the pins and clips that literally kept her head on her shoulders. The physio was also an expert, attached to a University famed for its sports and combat curriculum, both sanctioned and underground, he was well used to helping injured and broken athletes return to fitness. However even he was surprised at her injuries, and even more impressed at her phenomenal recovery, even though as he rightly suspected, some very illegal methods had been used on her, and she was taking a cocktail of drugs well beyond any safe limit of use.

He had however insisted she put back on a light weight supportive brace for her neck and back, and had fitted her for a very thin carbon alloy number that hugged her spine and was nearly invisible under her newly purchased high necked, but very low cut blouses. She was banking that her revealing up thrusting firm 32 inch globes would distract from further scrutiny. He had informally told her that though the surgeons had been good in Germany, the specialists who visited the University were even better. He assessed she would never be pain free or take part in any contact sports safely again, unless she undertook a major corrective operation, but had then added that unfortunately, though they came to the university once a quarter to operate on the most severely injured students, their cost for private surgery would be more expensive than even her imaginary funds could afford. As they were visiting from India that very week she had arranged an assessment, and their verdict was they could fix her, but no pouting or short skirts would bring down the phenomenal cost.

Morning started early, changing at the hotel back into her designer rich student cloths, and then getting the desk to call her taxi. First stop was the gym dojo for a workout, 20 plus fit, muscled and sweaty scantily clad young ladies on the various machines; sports bras, belly tops, skin tight shorts or bikini or tanga bottoms, with an equal number of testosterone fired stripped down young men trying to compete to attract them. There were also selections of more physical exercising going on, sparing and coaching sessions in everything from Karate to judo, speed bags, heavy bags, and for those who wanted to harden their fists some student we pounding traditional Kung Fu Wing Chun wooden fight trainers.

There were various cliques and groupings at the exclusive dojo, the athletes mainly at one end away from the fighters at the other, and of course the super-rich on the best apparatus or with the best coaches, while the mainly ‘just rich’ students mingled more freely with the rest, and the sports ‘stars’ and ‘idols’ held court for their admirers and fans. The majority of students would never see the inside of this particular facility, you either had to have money, a special invitation, or be a star performer, and as Helen knew, there were only three of these exclusive establishment across the campus, compared to over 10 normal gyms. The majority of the University students were from fairly well off backgrounds, but many of the poorer students were being sponsored by one illegal organisation or another, with a view to reaping benefits from them when they graduated. A lot of the poorer Chinese and many of the international combat students were on gang ‘scholarships’ of one type or another. Sports would be a big earner for the new China, and old organisations like the Triads needed to have people where the new money was.

Helen had an arrangement to change and practice mainly in one of the private rooms. She knew this would cause curiosity in the new student who had missed nearly a month of the first term. Her obviously muscled and toned physic had attracted a few admiring glances, but she was nothing special in this gym, and she made sure that she always had her spinal support removed in the privacy of the room, but even with her very exotic curling snake tattoo on show, the five foot six Afro Chinese 22 year old had attracted only a small number of fans, and parading around in the skimpiest of red lacy designer underwear was nothing special here. She was nearly at the end of her early morning routine, working at the heavy bag, back in the small room off of the main dojo, and causing her whole body to throb with intense pain, sweat glistening and shinning on her torso, and dripping from her tight French braids that held her russet hair in place, when she heard the heated shouting from the main room. An angry American voice she recognised was demand why her practice room was in use, and why ‘some fucking new bitch was in her practice slot’, and then the English changed to near perfect Mandarin,’ Just because I’m no longer the champion I can still crush you. I always have this time in my favourite room, Get her out’

The tall ex-Kumite champion was stripped and oiled, but still showing the signs of her month old defeat, wearing a black elasticated knee support and matching shoulder and arm strappings that nearly blended with her coal black skin. The tall muscled 21 year old was more handsome than beautiful, pretty in a masculine way, with pronounced African features, with her jet black hair in cornrows into braids, hanging down to her mid back and now held tightly together by very feminine red ribbons . Mahogany was in the face of a much shorter Vietnamese student who was working as the Gym attendant that morning to pay off her tuition fees. The black American was dressed similarly to Helen, designer sports bra, holding up and pushing forward her compact 36 inch breasts, the smallest of orange tanga bottoms, now drenched in sweat, hugging and emphasising a full pact sex, matched the bright burnt orange of her sports bra, the colour contrasting with her ebony skin. She had just come off a thirty minute cardio routine, and as she had been preparing to work the bag had put on her light fingerless cobra gloves.

‘Who’s this noisy bitch’ spat Helen as she came to the doorway, in her rather accented Mandarin, and then switching to her equally accented English, ‘Fuck off cripple’, the much smaller women, a full six inches shorter, then lent forward and flicked at the shoulder strappings, and then with obvious disgust looked the ebony muscle goddesses body up and down tutting at the injuries. Mahogany screamed in rage, the insult had hit hard, and being humiliated in front of so many watching eyes on her first day back in full training by some small punk was too much for her. Pushing aside the Vietnamese teen, a long right leg smack out catching Helen just above the low waist band of her scarlet lacy sex pouch, shredding through her un-tensed café au lait coloured stomach muscles to crush her she guts, and throwing the smaller women back into the private room.

‘Recognise me now whore. I bought you lunch twice last week, you lonely looser, and who gave you the intro to this gym anyway?’ screamed the African American warrior.

‘You have no honour cow. That was a cheap shot, you black cunt’, spat Helen as she staggered back to her feet, holding her throbbing aching stomach. ’Have you never been trained to keep your anger in check. Are you some sort of muscled freak they let in here for other fighters to practice on.’ Helen had prepared these insults for this very occasion and knew in her anger Mahogany, would not realise that it was rather strange for an Afro-Chinese to insult her about her African heritage.

‘She is new here, and on a business and management course, not a Fight Scholarship.’ The small gym attendant tried to restrain the six foot American. ‘And I help dress and undress her as she is…’ her words were cut off short as the taller women head butted her viciously, and then as she staggered, chopped a near killing blow to the neck of the girl leaving her in a gurgling heap by the door, as more and more students rushed to the site of the heated shouting to see what was going on.
Taking a deep breath Mahogany strode into the room, bowed to the brown skinned cat who faced her, and took up a standard Karate attack stance, glaring at Helen, who giving her bruised and livid gut an extra rub, returned the bow and dropped into a Kung Fu starting stance.

‘I’ll make this quick for you as you are obviously judging by your injuries a beginner.’ This raised a few laughs from the students now filling the room, and in undertones ’It’s the new girl’ and ‘Does she not know who the Psycho American is’, and her words just stoked Mahogany’s fury.

‘I’m going to crush you’, hissed the big American, who moved lightning fast to aim two punches at the body of the smaller women, who agilely skipped aside from the vicious attack, aimed to crush both her pert tits. The bigger women continued her combo attack by a spinning backhand, that this time hit home smacking across Helens face, leaving her dripping blood from a busted lip. Helen retaliated and kicked for the injured knee, which made Mahogany dance back away, slightly limping and growling at her foe, and then Helen popped the ex-champ a straight fist to her nose, leaving blood dripping down the tall Amazons face, as she backed away in astonishment at the lightening speed of the small Asian fighter.

Realising she had been made to look foolish in her first attack, Mahogany gave a scream of fury and rushed in kicking and punching while Helen backed away stopping most of the kicks with leg blocks and parrying the punches and thrusts before hitting back with shots of her own, splitting the younger women’s left eyebrow, before taking a massive kick to her scantly covered crotch that lifted Helen wailing off her feet to crash down rolling in agony on the mat holding herself, sobbing at the cunt pain.

‘Stay down you half Chines cunt, and instead of ruining you sex life for a week, I’ll put you in Hospital for a month’, bellowed the twenty one year old student. She grabbed Helen’s long auburn hair and roughly forced her head up to look into the small Asians tear stained face,’ Now kiss my feet and beg for mercy.’

Helen’s cobra gloved right fist smashed into the arrogant ex-champions crotch, crushing her thrusting sex against her pubic bone, and cutting off Mahogany’s words into an agonised wail, followed by whimpers as rights and lefts from the kneeling Asian fighter whipped like a whirlwind into her sweaty orange knickers, smashing up her tender dark meat into pulp. Mahogany staggered away, both hands to her c unt, then recovered from her torture and with a scream of anger kneed the kneeling Helen in the head, sending her sprawling across the mat, dizzy and disorientated, a large lump swelling in the centre of her forehead.

The crowd had been very vocal in support of the black American at the start, expecting a quick punishment to the ridiculous new student, but as she had weathered the two first attacks of the bigger women and even fought back, many were wavering - the ebony warrior had few friends due to her temper and vicious fighting methods. While Helen groaned and held her head, lying flat out on her font on the matting, Mahogany grabbed hold of the Asians designer sex pouch and ripped it off, and then, with one had rubbing away the pain in her own sex, punted a foot deep into the smaller women’s smooth and near hairless sex from behind.

Helen gasped at the pain and then moaned at the invasion of her hole, as holding Helens legs up by the ankles, the ebony warrior thrust a sharpened big toe into the sopping sex of the downed women, rubbing and wiggling it inside her, before retracting it roughly to again punt her between her legs. Helen rolled up into a crying, wailing ball, blood seeping between her fingers, held tightly to her crotch as she rocked in agony on the floor.

‘This time you little cunt you better…’Mahogany had again grabbed Helen by her hair and pulled her up to her knees, but this time watching like a hawk for any sign of attack from the downed, sweaty, bloody, and bruised, golden brown fighter. However she had not expected the other female to suddenly run her tongue lasciviously up her sweat drenched coal black inner thigh, before gently kissing the very wet spot at the front of her tanga. The crowd whistled at this unexpected sex attack, and Mahogany was frozen still by a mixture of surprise and lust, from which she was rudely awakened when Helen bit into the trim vee of her pubic hairs and nearly took a chunk out of her cunt lips while ripping off the flimsy orange material of her knickers. The bigger woman yelled in pain and holding the head of the downed Asian in place swung back a powerful ebony muscled leg.

‘Stop, Stop’, shouted the small Vietnamese girl trying to break through the students watching the fight, now braying for blood,’ You will kill her. Stop!!’, Mahogany hesitated, as unlike many of her fellow MMA students, she was really a pro fighter, and not a criminal killer, but she also knew this kick would KO the little bitch not kill her. The savat style blow from Mahogany impacted just under Helen’s chin snapping her head back, arching her torso completely over, and sending her rolling across the mat to end up facing the ceiling, her eyes fluttering.

Then for Helen the pain started, and more worryingly instantly numbed, and then her limbs started shaking uncontrollably, but it was when her breathing suddenly stopped that she knew she had to force her body to move. To gasps from the watching students she dragged herself by her arms across to her open locker, her legs already dangling useless behand her. Desperately she fumbled to get her emergency booster injector out of her coat pocket, spilling the contents of the locker out across the floor in her haste. However her control finally went, and she collapsed backwards chocking, the injected unused in her twitching grasp as her arms went numb too, and as she slumped backward spasming and frothing, eyes fixed open unseeing at the ceiling, the injector fell unused from her now limp fingers. Meanwhile the bigger younger women was in a red mist of anger as she strode across the mat to stomp her victim into oblivion, but some of the students in the crowd had at last realising the seriousness of the situation, and were yelling for her to stop, and others had run to fetch the university police and the emergency medical team.

‘Stop, Stop, she has serious back and neck injuries you will murder her’, yelled the girl gym attendant above the shouts of the crowd, and this at last made Mahogany stop, ‘I tried to tell you earlier, but you attacked me. She is seriously broken’, and at that the hushed crowds eyes took in the main feature of the items that had fallen from the locker, the high tech wrap around spinal and head brace in white PVC. Then the duty doctor rushed in with the on call medical team from the connected University Hospital and immediately started CPR and attempted to stabilise Helen, while Mahogany, only now realising what she had done to the smaller women, and lay prostrate at her feet, begging forgiveness. Somewhere in Helen’s brain the whimpers of the American mingled with the screams of her best friend so many years ago, also begging for forgiveness, having just broken Helen’s neck.

Helen was immediately rushed into emergency surgery, and how lucky that the Indian doctors already had her scans available. She spent three weeks in intensive care, and another three in a private recovery room, before she could move into her new luxury student apartment, vacated due to disciplinary action against a senior year student. But she still needed constant 24 hour care and support while she recovered further, so the University had also made arrangements for her to have a live in 24/7 carer, another student who was on a scholarship, but was now on probation due to her conduct… excessive violent behaviour on campus.