Jealousy (HC PART 21)

By JS2007

‘Fuso was to Marry’. Helen was too shocked to answer her lover, but recovered her smile as quickly as she could. He had already told her this was going to happen, and in Yakuza politics it was expected, and her place by his side was guaranteed as his officially recognised concubine, but she could not help but be jealous of whoever had been selected for him. He would give her no other details, as he did not want her worrying. But Helen immediately set Mahogany and her IT wizard lover on the trail, and they quickly narrowed down the field of possibles. The Yakuza’s women however were so well guarded and kept away from the media and publicity that any real details were few. A power struggle in the Honshu Clan after Hiro’s aunt’s death and the Hachiman’s son’s unexpected suicide, had caused a major change of fortunes in the ruling family, and as his aunt had been the treaty price last time, it was likely Hiro was destined to marry a Honshu Gumi woman.

Three weeks later Helen was returning to the small apartment she now had to herself, Akiko having now moved in with Toni, when she saw a stranger sitting lost in her smart phone on the balcony. Her interest was taken by the fact she seemed to wearing some sort of uniform, but not police or security, and she was an older lady, so unlikely to be a student, maybe a visiting parent she wondered. However on taping in her lock code and walking in, any thoughts of the strange women were instantly lost from her mind. Her study table had been moved to directly in front of the door as she entered, and on the table sat a large old American 45 automatic, and behind the table sat Ai.

She knew she was in fact a year younger than herself, but the other young woman’s face was drawn and lined, making her look a lot older, and this was not helped by the awkward manner in which she sat in the large arm chair that had been dragged from the main room. Helen could see the obvious threat in the over large ‘antique’ on the table, but she was much more concerned as to what Ai had covering her under the table, as both the other females hands were concealed below the tables edge.

‘I thought it was you when I saw the pictures, and then the bits I’ve seen of your fights here confirmed it, but I needed to make sure.’ Ai’s voice had lost the sweet chime she remembered, and was now a hoarse gasping low growl. ’You will never hurt her again’, hissed Ai, but at that point Helen’s patience had run out with her old enemy, and she neatly kicked the table up into the face of the seated woman. The ‘Blasian’ had expected the Japanese female to ward off the blow and thus distract her from the weapon that must lay concealed below the now flying table, but Ai didn’t even flinch from the blow as a table leg split her lips, but still sat stiffly unmoving. But her strange reaction to having a table kicked into her face was not what stopped Helen instantly in her track’s, she was in the process of following through with a Karate fist to Ai’s throat when she had quickly glanced down expecting to see a gun. Ai’s hands were like claws gripping tightly to a rusty silver tube, and two of her fingers were fumbling with the small round red top of the safety on the old US army phosphorous grenade.

Then…

Arimi could not bring herself to return to her alter ego ‘Gin’, the Silver Assassin. Miki and her new friends in the little College she now attended urged her to dye her hair silver again but instead she let it grow and applied vigorous coats of skin cream to reduce the dark California tan that she had previously sported. She vowed her killing days were over and she would become a normal College student. Well, as normal as you could get in a College that specialised in violence, but she had no real wish to return to the ring, especially as she felt that by doing so she would overshadow those she now called friends. Arimi had trained with her new friends and had settled into the role of ‘sempai’ with ease and was enjoying the coaching and counselling role she now had. As the weather grew colder and autumn shaded into winter and the typhoon season ended and gave way to November snow flurries she settled into her new life. Her celebrity status still made her a target for some students but as the College soon became aware of her close friendship with Miki and her mother, the Colleges top fight instructor, harassment dwindled and dried up. Miki represented the College in their next three fight fixtures and won one hard but nasty fight but then lost two consecutive bouts against much more experienced Amazons who had severely beaten the less skilled nineteen year old.

However in the interCollege’s challenge cup Kitakyushu Tech was drawn against one of the top Colleges, Sendai High, and a call to the College manager’s office had ended any hope of Arimi slowly drifting into obscurity. As she walked down the long corridor towards the main office she tried to make herself look presentable. She had not checked on the rankings recently but she guessed that Sendai’s first year gladiatrix must be Ai ‘The Idol’, the most beautiful bitch in all the fight Colleges. ‘OK,’ she thought, ‘someone worth coming out of retirement for’.

Also as she had expected, she had received an urgent text from Ichigo on the darkweb sharing site the two friends had to use to communicate to avoid any surveillance. ‘Please say no, she has tried to get better. I should not have spent this summer with you, it drove her mad again, but I made her promise not to kill you’. Ichigo was an intimate part of the history between Gin and The Idol. It was the small girl who had put Ichigo back together after Gin had destroyed her, and left her friendless after an argument about a lover. It was Ai who had then nursed and loved the girl back to life, only to find out Ichigo still had feelings for Gin. This had driven Ai mad with jealousy, even though Gin did not return any of the affection Ichigo poured on her. The beautiful girl had become obsessed with destroying Gin, and had obsessively devoted herself to combat training in a bid to destroy her rival, and also had tried to use her assassin training to kill her love rival.

There had been a series of bizarre accidents from which Arimi had barely escaped with her life. The only common thread being a swift departure from the scene of a college girl passers-by could only describe as a flawless beauty. Then Gin had decided on revenge herself, summer in Okinawa, the plan was to ambush the bitch while she was on a bodyguard assignment, and stake her out for the seagulls to feast on. A Taser had knocked Ai out and then Gin had put her coated in honey on a sand dune. The ants had got to her first and her screams and wails had finally forced the watching Gin to relent and release her. A mistake, Ai had crept back to knock her out with a lump of driftwood. It was only luck that a lifeguard had dug the college girl out of the sand before the incoming tide drowned her. At that stage their owning Ziabatsu’s had stepped in. They were both too valuable to risk in a death duel, so under threat of a living dismemberment they must keep their fights to the ring, at least until they graduate, or of course until ordered to do otherwise. The College arranged to move Ai out to another institution, which also kept her away for Ichigo her lover, but this only sent her even more over the edge. She became obsessed with become a top level fighter, training all day, every day, in the hope of destroying Gin in the ring.

After Ai’s forced expulsion and move to Sendai, she had still kept up her illicit affair with Ichigo, risking everything to see her woman, and it was an open secret the two were a couple, even though at rival colleges. Twice she had been caught and publicly whipped for disobedience. This seemed to have calmed the beauty down, but she continued to risks everything, breaking into a rival institution, and slowly Ichigo returned Ai’s devotion, happy as she had a lover who was devoted to her. However Gin and Ai’s only previous college fight had ended in disaster for the silver haired fighter. Ai forcing a submission while choking and drowning her enemy on piss, and only a very quick referee’s intervention had stopped the fatality.

Ai had become a master of torture and submission fighting while Gin had now become one of the best all round fighters in the colleges league. Their persona’s also were complete opposites, ‘Gin’ had now adopted the ‘California Girl’ looks of tan and silver platinum curly hair KoGal, while Ai had capitalised on her pale flawless skin and striking looks (helped by intensive surgery) to become the Porcelain Idol, all a Japanese boy, or for her preference girl, could ever wish for. But the only girl Ai wished for was Ichigo, and this year her lover, instead of escaping to holiday with the younger girl, had that spring saved Gin from ‘deletion’ and then had spent the whole summer with the blonde doing security work in the sun. Her lover, the Idol, had fretted and cried her eyes out in her jealousy, loneliness and neglect by her woman. No matter that Ichigo had explained about the problems Gin had had, and that she could not let a life long friend be executed for just a couple of unfortunate murders.

The Principle of Kitakyushu Tech made it very clear that in the inter regional knock out cup he expected Gin to represent the College. He had then gone on to reveal that the she would indeed be fighting the Prefecture Champion, Love Ai, or as she was known ‘The Idol’. This was a home match where the small College could look forward to making a lot of money fighting a top ranked side. The head teacher however also knew that the feud between Gin and The Idol would guarantee high viewing figures on the web. If she refused this would have consequences involving her friends and particularly Miki.

A week later Gin was inspecting her nude hard body in the changing room mirror. Plastic surgery and skin grafts had over the years covered up the scars and given her a handsome if boyish face. With her now shoulder length straight jet black hair and lighter skin she no longer stood out as she had when she was the platinum blond tanned ‘Silver’. Her only tangible reminder of her days as Gin were her two small lightening tattoo’s, similar to a German SS symbol that snaked across her lower belly towards her shaved and creamed hairless slit. But now her hair was glittering platinum agaib and her skin a spray on brown tan. Miki and her new friends had insisted she highlight the lightening with shinning silver paint for the fight, and so the twin flashes now sparkled as she went through her warm up pre-fight routine. Miss Hatchi, the team manager inspected her, checking her only ‘uniform’, the tight and the calf length yellow boots, fitting snug on the nineteen year olds shapely toned long legs. The coach left with the first fighters on the bill, leaving her in the care of her friend and second Miki, and with a light application of oil, massaged lovingly in, Gin was now prepared to face her first major challenge in months.

Ninety minutes later Gin was led with her friend as second out into the auditorium, naked under the Colleges long sun coloured silk kimono, her excitement tangible in her aroused pointing nipples and engorged thrusting clit. The nights final and deciding fight. Cheers met the next two combatants as the MC announced the fighters and both young females were stripped and led into the ring. Arimi pranced in her corner, lifting her legs high as she warmed up and allowed her clit to wink at the boys in the front row. She had become accustomed to the ogling of her classmates and immune to their ribald comments. They were in any case completely lost in the shouting and cheering of the four hundred College students packed into the small concert hall Kitakyushu Tech had hired for the match against Sendai District High. While fighting for Hokkaido High the silver haired champion had become accustomed to her own changing room and the Colleges own stadium for fights, but now with her present College she shared a cold dressing room with all the girls fighting and an old ring hastily erected in the hired dirty hall that tomorrow would probably host a local disco or wedding. The cocktail of painkillers and stimulants she had been fed also did not match the the high of the drugs she was used to before a fight. Her body was not as fired up as it should be, she could still feel that ounce of compassion and fear that a good ‘fight drug’ would have eradicated, but across the ring the ‘Porcelain Idol’ seemed completely confident if not arrogant as she hoisted herself up in her corner and hooked her legs across the ropes on either side of the padded post. This was the ritual challenge and it was Gin who responded in kind, Arimi having fled as her fight persona took over. Two legs were spread at 90 degrees across the ring ropes while she sat on the top of the ring post and both teens healthy firm clits shone in the arc lights of the auditorium, scarlet slits of throbbing hot sex, pocking out from their shaved cunt lips, engorged and challenging their foe to do their worst to try to destroy them and reduce one strong she muscle to nothing but a shred of torn flesh.

At the gong the already volatile crowd erupted and both teens sprang across the ring to combat, Ai’s hair down nearly to her ass in a pony tail while the home fighter had her shorter platinum locks free flowing to her shoulders. Gin was a good six inches taller than Ai and nearly nine months older, but the smaller girl had a sculptured muscled body compared to Gin’s toned ballerina build. Both teen bitches’ chests were small but firm buds with pointing brown nipples on dark areoles, that showed promise of magnificent development, if given the chance. As they exchanging the opening volleys of punches and kicks the pale ivory skin of the Idol marked and showed every bruise and contusion while Gin’s somewhat more olive and tanned complexion hid some of the effects of their combat.

It was Ai who managed to get the first advantage. As Gin smacked a punch into the shorter girls left tit, burying her fist into its firm soft tissue, she over balanced allowing Ai, still cradling her abused teat, time to power up a cunt kick that smashed into Gin’s moist excited sex. The point of the shocking pink Sendia College wrestling boot flattened Silvers clit up against her public bone and with a scream she crashed to the floor overcome by the cunting. But it was not the other teen vixen’s crotch that was to be the centre of Ai’s attention. In their sparing the Idol had scored repeatedly on Gin’s chest and it was going to be on her developing assets, already showing bruises, that she was going to concentrate her efforts on.

Gin was hauled up by her platinum hair and clinched tightly into a full nelson. The two naked teens squirmed and wriggled their nude bodies as the taller girl tied to avoid being forced towards the ropes by her smaller more powerful opponent. Gin knew what the Idol was aiming for and tried desperately to escape from the clinched tight arms of the Sendai High student, but inexorably she found herself pushed up against the ropes. With a scream of pleasure, Ai pulled the already bruised tits of the taller teen along the rough abrading ring rope, scraping her teats raw along the hard knurled cable. The lithe figure of the taller girl was out muscled by the stronger shorter teen and within a few paces was sobbing from the hot burning torture being inflicted on her proud stubby brown teats as they became fire engine red, weeping and sore. Silver had her chest dragged unceremoniously along the top rope first one way and then the other. As she yelled in protest and tried to force herself out of the hold she received knee lifts into her back and kidneys and when reaching the ring posts at either end of her torment Ai would smash her face into the barely padded steel tube, dazing the other vixen. The shorter gladiatrix’s demands for her surrender were nearly lost in the cheers of her supporter as they bayed for her to increase the pace of the torture.

‘Submit to me whore’, shouted Ai, but did not wait for a reply as she continued the torment dragging the KoGal stumbling in her bright yellow calf high boots back along the ropes for another taste of pain. Gin was now nearly delirious from the agony and could only shake her head in refusal as tears welled in her eyes and her proud stubs were sliced and diced.

It was the Idol’s overconfidence that allowed Gin to escape. As the taller girl threshed around pinned to the ropes the careless Ai allowed their feet to become entangled. As the bright yellow Kitakyushu boots ensnare the shocking pink footwear of the Sendia fighter the princess of pain looked down to see what was happening and thus was unable to dodge the hard head of her foe as it was thrust back into her face. Ai screeched and fell back holding a bloody nose as a whimpering Gin slumped into the ring corner nursing her tits, tenderly inspecting her scarlet chest. The Idol snorted and coughed out blood but then with a cry returned to the offensive. She snatched out Gin’s right arm, snapped it into an arm bar and then hammered blows into the other teens elbow and shoulder joint as she paraded her victim round the ring, Gin bent double with her arm forced straight by the lock. Ai’s reputation as the ‘Submission Queen’ had not come only from the more obvious sexual submission holds, but also from her mastery of the whole range of more orthodox torture holds. Pulling Gin close to her the now ‘softened’ arm was then twisted out and up the naked back of the agonised vixen in a chicken-wing. The two naked College girls squirmed together; Gin giving little gasps and moans as the pressure on her joints and muscles was increased. Ai clung on to her enemy, her teats rubbing across the sweaty oiled back of her opponent as she clutched the other bitch close to her, both nude hot steaming bodies glued together by the submission hold.

‘Scream out you surrender,’ hissed Ai into the ear of her victim, ‘and I might leave you still able to play with yourself tonight.’

The pale skinned girl wrenched Gin’s arm further up her back and fastened her teeth into the other teen’s shoulder. The Kitakyushu College fighter whimpered and tears sprang afresh into her eyes. The pair skipped about the ring as the shorter haired girl tried to release herself from the torturing clutches of the longhaired bitch. Gin repeatedly tried to kick back and flailed with her free arm ineffectively at the smaller girl but the muscled vixen avoided all her efforts and only applied the hold firmer making the agony in her opponent’s right arm and shoulder worse. The ‘Porcelain Idol’ grunted with effort forcing an involuntary scream from Gin as she felt her tendons stretched and pulled nearly to snapping point. This was Ai’s artistry, to be able to force her enemy’s limbs to their near maximum point without going that bit further which would risk permanent injury and her own disqualification. Both girls were drenched in sweat, glowing and glistening under the glare of the floodlights as the hall echoed to the baying of the away crowd who expected they’re favourite to force the match winning submission. At last Gin managed after repeated attempts to get a hold of the long tresses of the smaller fighter. With a wrench the taller bitch yanked the longhaired teens head forward and then viciously bit her ear. ‘Aie,’ yelped the Idol as she was shocked into releasing Gin and stumbled away a hand clapped to her ear feeling for blood. Both girls now had tasted their opponents juice, scarlet ran from the deep bite on Gin's shoulder and now similar claret dripped from the earlobe of the Porcelain Idol.

‘Fucking whore’ screamed the smaller vixen as she realised she was bleeding and swung herself into a pirouetting spin kick aimed at the already tender buds of the other teen fighter. Gin had no feeling in her right arm and as she tried to flex it a spasm of agony ripped through her whole right side. She was thus too preoccupied to even attempt to dodge the flying pink boot, which carved a path of agony across first her right breast and then dug in deep into the already bleeding left teat of the Kitakyushu High girl. Screaming Silver was flung back, but knew that she could not allow herself to be put on the defensive again. So far this fight she had hardly scored and she was loosing confidence. This was exactly the type of beating she had taken in their last fight and she had no wish to end up debasing herself in front of her new College friends having only just become accepted. Ignoring her agony the taller more balletic fighter returned kick for kick. She had watched the film of Ai’s last fight against Yuki from Tokyo Central Academy. She had enjoyed watching the national champion destroy Ai and leave her unconscious after a most vicious display of belly kicking. Indeed she was a bit surprised that Sendia High were risking her again so soon with only a six weeks recovery period, but obviously the money the College was making from this ‘Feud Fight’ clearly outweighed even the slight concern for their students welfare. Still holding her arm close to her body the spinning platinum blonde smashed the heel of her boot into the hard stomach wall just above the pubic bone of the smaller fighter. Ai was stopped in her tracks and Gin was rewarded by a look of agony and shock from the long haired bitch as she staggered away holding her gut. Gin smiled, she had found the little gladiatrix weak point, her muscular defences had indeed not recovered and one kick had torn the muscles open. Gin chased after the other retreating eighteen yearold.

Ai rubbed away her pain and then used the second rope for advantage and vaulted over the charging Gin leaving Silver to crash into the ring post with a resounding thud. As the shorter haired vixen staggered back Ai spun and smashed a kick squarely between the wobbly legs of the other teen Amazon lifting the taller lighter girl off her feet with a scream as her hot throbbing clit was crushed against her unyielding pubic bone. Arime screamed her protest at this assault on her young sex and clutched herself bent double, both hands in her crotch trying to massage away the pain. Ai had no mercy for her foe and rushing forward ‘hot fingered’ the tight ass of the other teen, slamming in two fingers deep into the other girls shitter, rupturing her sphincter and sending blood coursing down the insides of her legs. Silver screamed even louder at this violation and falling forward against the post snapped back a donkey kick that took Ai completely by surprise. The younger fighter had been preparing to again send her vengeful fingers deep into the body of the Kitakyushu College vixen and was not expecting resistance. Indeed the near uninterrupted subjugation and torture of her sworn enemy had got the little bitch hot, juicy and excited. A constant danger of naked wrestling was that a fighter could get too turned on and a thrusting engorged clit come fully out of its sheath and protecting cunt lips.

The sunglow boot with its contrasting criss crossed orange laces smacked against Ai’s slit throwing her back. It was a near perfect strike, the heel catching under her fully exposed and undefended clit tearing the soft sex and bruising and bloodying her firm cunt lips before burying itself in her lower stomach winding the girl and rocking her womb to its core. Ai wailed and rocked in torment as blood oozed onto the canvas from between her fingers, now clasped firmly into her shaved groin, as she rolled into a ball at her foes feet. Gin also now slumped to the floor sobbing as both College girls whimpered, tending their crippling cunt injuries rocking in agony at the torture they had inflicted on each other during a hectic twenty five minutes of no holds bared nothing held back combat. After a thirty second lull the fight judges switched on the knock out counter, warning the fighters that they could both fall victims to a double knock out. Ai fought to control her pain and crawled to the ropes before using them to drag herself up them and back onto her feet. However being already in the corner Gin had already taken advantage of the ring post and was on her feet ready.

As Ai turned to face her foe Gin nailed the smaller girl with a powerful drop kick squashing her stubby teats flat under her yellow boots. Ai was knocked off her feet to skid on her sweaty ass on the dirty canvas of the hired ring. Silver capitalised on her downed foes disorientation and diving landed an elbow drop into the weakened guts of the more muscled gladiatrix. Ai jack knifed up with a groan holding her abused stomach allowing the Kitakyushu College vixen to chop her to the neck and send her flat on her back. Arime had a split second to select her hold and decided that in payment for her bloody chest she would sexually cripple the Idol. Flexing her strong hands she started to probe and shred her way through the younger fighter’s stomach muscles to strangle and destroy her womb. Ai was shocked back into reality by the searing pain in her lower body and realising her predicament set about fighting fire with fire. She snaked her hands around Silver's sweaty glistening back and dug into the nerves and milk glands at the side of each of the other teens already battered tits.

The two teens were now clasped together in a war of attrition. Gin, laying on her side, her head nestled in the small soft buds of the younger girl with both hands fastened into the yielding gut of her enemy. Ai, sat laying across her enemy, her naked ass twitching on the canvas and her head on her foes back, with both her small hands fixed exerting maximum pressure on her enemy’s tits. This was a test of courage and endurance. Ai had her talons embedded deep into her enemies torso either side of Gin’s pert but bloody milkers while the older girl had chosen to go for the tenderised stomach of the smaller teen and was digging deep into the lower groin of her foe, searching out her ovaries and womanhood. For nearly five minutes while both sets of supporters howled and chanted the two young women stayed locked in their mutual pool of agony attempting to force their opponent to submit. Both were now crying uncontrollably from the agony they were inflicting as tears trickled down their cheeks, their eyes clenched to slits as they fought back the urge to scream surrender.

‘Aaah, Aaah, Aaah’, Silver started to sob as she could feel the other bitch starting to pop the small glands in her yet underdeveloped tits. She gave out high-pitched yelps when one of the milk ducts were popped by Ai’s probing fingers. The other teen vixen was gasping and moaning as Arime now had her baby producers firmly in her grasp and was twisting and crushing them in a brutal attempt at sterilization. The younger fighter could not resist and with a quivering wail slumped back, her mental fuses blown and rendered unconscious from the pain thus releasing her hold on the older girl’s mammeries. As she fell back the Sendia High College girl lost control of her bladder and a jet of piss and blood gushed out onto the mat to a cheer from the Kitakyushu College supporters. However by this time Silver herself was beyond caring. As the squeeze play on her chest ended the blood returned to her buds the pain the young Amazon had been enduring up to now multiplied as full sensitivity returned to her abused tits. Rocking back she released her abortion hold on the now comatose Porcelain Idol and screamed an ear chattering wail. The crowd for the first time had a good view of her scarlet and purple chest and gasped as Arime keeled over across the prostate form of her foe and both girls were joined in the arms of Morpheus.

Both sets of supporters cheered and the coaches leapt into the ring to administer to their fallen charges. A double knock out was rare but by no means unique in the College fights but if any kind-hearted individual should think this spelled the end of the fight they would be wrong. It was now a race to see who could best revive their fighter in the five-minute break period and have their child ready to face the onslaught of the next round. Both girls came back screaming into the world of the living wishing they were dead and were packed with ice bags and fed drugged concoctions to help stop the pain that was literally driving their young bodies insane. The teens shuddered and their legs and arms flapped as they were forced to regain their feet and instructed that the honour of their respective Colleges meant they must recommence the fight and master their pain.

Through glazed eyes Gin glared across the ring at Ai, but could feel nothing but pity for the eighteen year old. Her second was helping Ai to her feet, sobbing trying her best not to cry as she cradled the small fighter, but AI was unable to stand erect and was bent double still clutching her destroyed stomach, as her second hugged and comforted her. It was then that Gin realised that somehow Ichigo , though with her pink hair now dyed back to a respectable jet black, had smuggled herself in to stand with her lover. Their eye locked for a second and she could see the pleading in them for Gin not to destroy the young girl. As Gin stumbled across the canvas to face her foe, mercy was never an option, her whole upper body sang with the pain in her chest, but the older girl could tell that the only way the Sendia High trainers had been able to get the ‘Idol’ back on her feet was by a massive, near fatal overdose injection of FightDrug. The ‘Porcelain’ bitch was now easy meat and Gin could tell by the empty bewildered eyes of the other younger woman that she didn’t even know where she was. Ichigo was trying to pull her back to her corner pleading with her to stop, but the fight coach pushed her out of the way and propelled the small girl back into the centre of the ring. As the other girl hobbled forward Gin forced her own body into action, and to her surprise the dulled reflexes of the other College girl also somehow sparked her seared body back to life.

As the fans cheered Gin rained a flurry of punches and kicks at the smaller muscled woman, and though most got through the Idol managed to block the more damaging and dodged two nasty knee lifts aimed at further rupturing her womb. However the younger female was running out of places to retreat too, and quickly found herself trapped in her own corner, where a frantic Ichogo had been pulled away by the officials as she still pleaded with the lover to submit. However the exertion and the effect of the boosters had sapped Gin’s stamina and she had to stop and gasp in painful lungfuls of air before recommencing her attack. Ai taking advantage of this respite lunged desperately at her taller slimmer foe but miss timed her punch completely and ended up sprawled on the canvas. Belatedly Gin dodged groggily back and to everyone’s surprise and to floods of tears from the distraught and frustrated Idol the downed teen was too injured to even haul herself up from the floor and beat the ten count. Gin now led two knock downs to one, and both girls had a further five minutes to recover but came out looking in no better condition for the next round.

The better drugs and supplements available to Sendia High fighters was now starting to show. The damage Ai had suffered so far should have ended the fight but her doctors were still keeping here in contention, and the extra five minutes rest had allowed her enhancers to kick in, forcing her jaded reactions to improve. Gin had once benefited from the treatment a top-flight Colleges lab techs could produce, but was now forced back on more normal painkillers and stimulants. However no amount of add ons could cover up the near crippling injuries Ai had taken and as the two young Amazons spared exchanging chops and kicks at the start of the next round it was clear that she was living on borrowed time and fighting on for pride alone, and Gin could see Ichigo was now curled up in a ball sobbing uncontrollably, guarded by college security. The taller teen managed to slip in a couple a good punches in low just above the public bone of the already injured girl and Ai croaked in protest at this violation and attempted to shield her injured torso by turning away. Taking advantage of this opening the blonde closed and grabbed the other teen by her long braided hair. Gin twirled her smaller foe around the ring before slinging the other young woman into the ropes and quickly overpowering the now much weakened Idol, forcing her arms and legs through the cables and tying her up, hanging her like a spider caught in a web open for any assault. Ai’s body was now ready for inspection and her purple and black bruised groin and distended stomach glistened ripe for torture. Gin noticed how full and rounded her belly was from internal bleeding and ruptures, she smiled knowing she had really slutted the younger girls ovaries and womb, she would be due a lot of surgery before recovering from this beating. Ai struggled feebly in her bonds as Gin started to taunt the smaller girl.

‘No babies for you little bitch,’ she screamed into the ashen face of the other young gladiatrix. She flexed her hands and warmed up by showing her claws expressively to the trapped younger vixen. ‘You’ll soon be begging me to stop as I juice you eggs out of you and crush you nest’, she whispered into her ear while gently caressing the naked cunt of the trapped teen, running a finger slowly along the lips and then across the tormented bowels of the other teen College girl. In the Idol’s corner Ichigo was going crazy, screaming at Gin to stop, but her screams for mercy for her girl were lost in the noise of the crowd, even if Gin would have paid them any attention, assuming she had head them. She was taking great pleasure in this turn of fortune. The Sendia High bitch had hung Silver upside down on the ring post in their previous fight to force a whimpering submission from her. She had cried and begged to have her clit spared and not detached. Ai had promised her would never be a whole women again, and then laughing had commenced biting and gouging. The screaming and begging for mercy and total abasement from a dishonoured Gin had filled the large stadium much to her shame in front of her own adoring fans and lover, before being rescued by her coach. She would now have her revenge.

‘Unwanted bastard of a Chinese whore’, hissed the Idol through her swollen bleeding lips. Gin was stunned by this insult, even though the facts were true, but it was the most hurtful thing she could have said. Gin screamed in fury and her reply was a powerful stomp kick that she executed by aid of the ring ropes. The ensnared Ai could not even try to dodge as the powerful blow sunk the wrestling boot through the already sundered stomach wall to crush the younger girl’s womb. She didn’t cry out but fainted on the spot, her brain being unable to function with this new level of torment. Her body flew out of the ropes, and crashed against the top of the safety barrier, with a definitive crack of braking bones, and the carcass rolled off onto the outside concrete, her back and legs at an impossible angle. As blood gurgled out of the College girls mouth, and coaches and medics rushed round the ring, the judges quickly called the fight as it was obvious the ‘Porcelain Idol’ was finished, certainly for the night if not for good, and Ichigo howled in anguish at the crippling of her love. Ten minutes later as the cheers of the victorious College still rang round the small hall, and her opponent was rushed to the ER, with a suspected broken back as well as severe internal injuries, Arimi found herself unexpectedly face to face with Ichigo. Her old friend was sagging, her face showed she had heard the news from the medic’s, ‘maybe her lover would live, but probably not, and would never be the same again whatever happened’, and tears were trickling down her cheeks from her sore red eyes.

‘Why do you always have to do this’, sobbed her oldest friend,’ You did things to me no one would ever do to an enemy, but you knew she was unstable, she is ill, madly jealous that you were my first love,’ the tall girl hiccupped and snivelled, ‘why have you left her ruined’, she suddenly shrieked hysterically and flung herself at Arimi, screaming ‘I hate you , I hate you, I hate you,’ but the officials were there, and they quickly rushed the distraught Ichigo away. Arimi could never answer the question as to why winning was never enough for Gin, and she had broken Ichigo’s heart by destroying her lover.

Now

The last Helen had heard of Ai five years ago and that was that she was in the intensive care section of a major hospital, and now, looking at the grenade, she wished she had stayed there