A Night in the Cage Part 3 (HC part 20)
By Johnsmith2007
‘She’s mine, the stupid bitch, get the collar and chain.’ Screamed Amina as she staggered to her feet over the comatose form of Akiko, but this was too much for Helen, this had not been a slave fight. She had seen Akiko degraded in front of this baying mob, but no was she going to allow her to be owned by this cruel cow, she was going to stop this now, but it was Toni’s roar of anger and grief that echoed round the gym above the noise of all the shouting and cheering.
Helen and Jiang had been pinning Toni to the floor to stop her attempting to stop the punishment session, but now the muscled fighter tossed off the restraining arms of the two older women and flung herself at the cage, and like some demented demon was up the side of the support and over into the hexagon in one fluid motion. Even Li and Jiang, who had been advancing on Amina to stop her shackling the other teenager, took a step back at the expression of pure anger mixed with sorrow that was the redhead’s mask of a face.
‘This was not a slave fight cunt, but I’ll fight you for her now, you cheating Hindi sow,’ screamed the battered pale redheaded Londoner as she barged through the crowed in the cage, throwing her glasses to one of the blond boys, ripping off her t-shirt and kicking off her heels, screaming in cockney London accented English. ‘You can have your cousin back if you win, as I think that was your plan all along, and she still wants to go,’ shouted the muscled, flame coloured crop haired girl. All hell broke out in the cage again as Ajay’s girls tried to drag Akiko away, and Helen and Jiang faced them down from the door on one side of the octagon, while the Ginger girl and Li and Chunhua held back any other Desi’s trying to get at Akiko, and Shilpa sat in the corner, still sobbing in the arms of her own blond boy.
Eventually Li and Jiang got control and within minutes the short battered British girl was facing off against Amina with everyone else except for Li and the two now completely naked gladiatixes cleared from the cage. Akiko had been given some basic first aid and then filled full of tranquilisers and pain killers, and chained up to the cage too, as befits the prize for the winner. Helen looked worried, Toni had just come out the victrix in a vicious slave fight and her body was battered and bloody, and though Amina had just fought, she was in much better condition than the European female, but Amina still didn’t realise who or what she was fighting in the ‘The Hurricane’, and though a rippling muscle machine herself, she must now be taking a look at the six pack and ‘guns’, and the powerful shapely legs on the smaller woman. The small girl had just stomped and booted her cousin into a whimpering heap, and Amina had also seen some real dirty fighting, and though Shelpa was known as a dirty sexual fighter, she had been completely outclassed in below the belt torture and breast ruining by the white girl.
Both women were naked, cobra glove fisted and bare footed, and hissing and glaring at each other. This was not going to be a nice or pretty fight. It started at a great pace with both young women ignoring defence and hitting with full force with fists, elbows, feet and knees at every soff spot they could find on their opponents nude glistening body. Toni, though looking the worst, had got back her wind and was quicker off the mark, and lightning fast, kicking to the thighs of the other muscled fighter to slow her down, while fending off punches from the Desi women. Knee lifts were exchange and then Amina brought them both crashing down to the mat having bulldogged the smaller stockier woman, and started to work over her at close quarters, throwing in fists and head bust as she tried to get an arm lock that she could transfer into a broken wrist, on the English woman. The pale teen though was as slippery as an eel, and kept wriggling of off the finishing hold, and Helen had the distinct feeling she was playing with the brown girl.
Then Helen had to hold her breath and gasp as from nowhere Amina grabbed the shorter fighters head and while they were locked on the mat slowly started to twist the European’s head towards a deadly neck break. Toni gurgled, but then somehow prized the Desi woman’s hands away, and in exchange for Amina dislocating four of her fingers on her right hand, planted a head butt onto the Indian woman’s aristocratic nose, busting it flat to a gush of crimson. While the Desi leaned back, holding her shattered face, Toni prized open the brown legs that had been cutting her in half with their vicelike grip, low across her belly, crushing her already injured womb and ovaries, and crawled away rubbing her belly, while clicking her fingers back into place.
The Desi wiped ways the gushing blood from her face and then came back at the pale teen. Amina smack in the teat on Toni’s already bloody right tit before smashing an elbow into the bruised and swelling left brest of the pale girl, Toni’s body looked like a war zone, being so pale skinned meant every blow left a mark, but as Helen knew from experience that did not actually mean a crippling or debilitating hit, but just a surface injury. Amina shot a hard heel into the short girls cunt, and left the Cockney fighter, four inches shorter than the Desi but of much the same weight, wobbling across the hard cage floor, sobbing. The Londoner had however over her years of fighting, worked out a very successful strategy to take on lanky bitches, and which had worked very successfully in her first fight that evening, and she was going to cripple this second brown bitch the same way. Her strategy was simply to make the best use of her lightening like speed and experience, and use her powerful athletic legs to kick the shit out of the other woman, and when they stopped dancing, punch their face in.
In this fight kicks and punches to head were definitely allowed and in reply to a fist to her own face from Amina, Toni had smacked three jump kicks into the head of the black haired woman. When the taller women had tried to close and grapple the Ginger had fired home a double elbow strick into Amina’s back that had made the Desi stand up and scream only to receive a volley of straight lefts punched onto her face that closed an eye, bloodied her mouth, and sent more blood gushing from the Delhi females already broken nose. Toni’s fists were like pistons, her powerful arms firing heavy hammers into Amina’s now bloody and ruined face. The Indian girl wobbled, her eyes now both swelling shut, and she left everything open to attack, as she had been punched into near unconsciousness, KO’ed on her feet. The English woman then grabbed both the disorientated Desi’s arms and yanked her forward into a massive thrust kick, flush on the sex of the taller teen.
Amina screamed and then as she started to go down Toni followed up with a hard knee to the already burst clit of her foe, crippling the sex drive and will to fight of the Indian female. The brown girl dropped to her knees, her eyes now rolling back into her head, but held up on her knees by the vice like grip on her arms, as the European cranked up her right leg high into an Axe kick which in a more vicious permanent fight might have been a killer. The hardened heel of the pale girl instead came down on the very top of the already injured right breast of the Indian. It gouged its way down the full length of the fat tit, rupturing and distorting the milker, and causing a gush of blood to spurt out from the destroyed teat. Even though nearly already unconscious and delirious with pain, Amina howled an ear splitting protest at the ruining of her baby feeder, and then mercifully blacked out.
Toni discarded the limp form of the other muscle girl, and she fell forward hard on to her front, her right chest making a sickly splat, while Li jumped in to declare the powerful compact Ginger the winner, and owner of Amina’s battered hide. Ajay was furious, within an hour she had lost two of her most promising acolytes, but as the vast majority of the crowd were now roaring Toni’s name, and not liking to think about her chances even with odds of three to one, as she would be facing Li and Chunhua, as well as the crazy Black Asian American.
Under cover of all the commotion one of the two blonde boys had quickly entered the Hexagon and hoisted their new Desi slave across his left shoulders and barged his way towards the door with the unconscious and bleeding Amina, followed by his brother with the other Desi teen who Toni had defeated earlier, Shilpa was still sobbing but craddled in the arms of her new lover. Toni herself had gone to claim her prize and untie the semi-conscious Japanese American from where she had been secured, the prize in this fight, and gently held Akiko in her arms and followed her older brothers to the side door into the allay through the cheering crowd. Helen and her Chinese helpers had cleared a way for them, as the neutrals in the gym had scattered and run from the two fighting gangs. They had stopped at the door to let the three Europeans and their prizes exit, and also stop any idea of pursuit, and as they passed a stony faced Helen, the Ginger leaned across to the Blasian.
‘Don’t worry so much, you’ll get wrinkles,’ whispered the pale female, through her bloody lips, in her London accented English, ‘ we are going straight to the Emergency Aid station by the main dorms, meet us there, and you can get her back. My brother has wanted that prick teaser Shilper since the first day, and she has wanted him too, God help her, and now they have each other, and as an added bonus that bitch Amina too.’ The girls face then twisted into an odd smile. ‘ I hope Akiko will notice me now, as I’ve spent the last two weeks chasing her after she rejected me,’ and her smile turned into cruel laughter . ‘But I think I can see why neither Amina nor I really stand a chance, she is completely in love with you, even if she doesn’t know it.’ And then she added with a grin, ‘so you’re my next target you Black Chinese bitch’.
‘No, you mustn’t do that, don’t hurt her, I love my mummy,’ mumbled a drugged and slurred, childish voice, ‘You can be my wife, so I can love you too,’ whispered Akiko into Toni’s ear, before gently kissing her on the cheek and slipping back into unconsciousness.
‘ Oh,’ thought Helen, ‘if life was not complicated enough.’ She didn’t remember ever adopting Akiko, and she certainly didn’t want a homicidal redhead for a daughter-in-law.
Two Weeks Later…
Fuso and his personal security smashed in the door of the small apartment he was renting for his mistress. They had heard the screams and the banging and thumping followed by shouts and then threats, which to Fuso seemed to be in at least four different languages. The big man who would die for his Hatchiman’s son had neatly taken the door off of it’s hinges and then the pair had rushed in small automatics at the ready.
Helen was sat in the entrance hall, laptop on her lap trying to study, shouting at the top of her voice for quiet or she would kill them all. Looking past her, her lover could see in the main room two naked lesbian couples were arguing happily at the top of their voices, while ignoring the request of the black Chinese American woman. They were creatively entwined playing an oiled up strip poker version of twister. All four girls being now down to just jewlry, and Chunhua and Jiang complaining that Toni and Akiko had many more clit and tit rings about their persons than was fare. However the rhythmic banging and occasional screams were coming from the large bedroom, where through the open door Fuso could see the bed had been moved out to leave plenty of room for a more unusual contest of Kama Sutra ‘dare’ between two equally nude blond and Desi young couples. Just as they had arrived both dishevelled and well serviced naked Indian girls, coated from head to foot with cum and jizz, had commenced screaming into each other’s faces, and were trying to wrestle a large pineapple away from each other. The roped and secured, and equally well fucked boys encouraged their girl to get the prize, and set up position 62B from the Manga version they had obtained from the library, and thus win the other couple as slaves for the weekend.
Helen looked up, closed her laptop with a sigh, let Fuso lift her up into his arms, and carry her out of the craziness of the now suddenly very quiet apartment. He struggled a bit, as his official concubine was so much heavier and more muscled than he was, but it’s always the thought that counts in a romance.
The big body guard edged backwards out of the door, covering the four naked couples with his silenced 22, popped the door back into the frame, and then, as he was now off duty, headed for the local bar. He had no worries about the safety of his master’s son for the afternoon and evening.
Who would dare attack the young man while the infamous homicidal Gin was snuggled up to him.
An hour later found the couple strolling along the Bund, hand in hand, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s, when the boys smart phone chimed. The txt was from his father’s number and as his father was a man of few word, was short and to the point.
‘Return home immediatly, Your Marriage has been arranged’