The ‘Women’s Way’ of Fighting (HC part Three)

By JS2007

Mahogany sat in the corner of the private IC room’s small waiting area. She was looking through the observation window in the care room door, with a certain amount of disbelief, at the small muscled Afro Chinese women who she had destroyed less than a week ago. The high tech spinal recovery bed held her fixed in place, naked except for a small shift, flat on her back, as the traction worked on her injuries like some sort of ancient torture device. Helen had only just come out of five days of induced coma to help her recovery.

The tall big busted cat, who was the college principles assistant, had been waiting for her in the room when security had dragged her in and sat her down, ‘Your only here because she insisted, but you are now on probation and have strict sanctions on what you can and cannot do,’ and then the older women practically purred,’ but she really must hate you, she has claimed all of your assets and winnings, and even your 5 star room,’ and then she laughed,’ but you will stay on as her servant and carer’. However further insults were cut short when the door slide open and a mid-thirty’s matronly Chinese women clicked in on tall wedges, dressed in high end slut. She glared around the room before flicking back her dyed blond hair and pouting her over made up lips, adjusting the hang of her enhanced chest, a mocking smile on her Botoxed smooth face.

‘I’ve been sent by Ms Chungs ‘sponsor’ to check on her,’ she stated, obviously not happy,’ why is she not in the best care room,’ The woman spoke in Mandarin with a broad Cantonese accent.

‘Ah, well…’ answered the principles assistant, taken aback by the rude MILF.

‘No excuses, you lanky bitch, change the room.’ Spat back the obviously high maintenance whore , switching to slum Cantonese, which caused the other matronly woman’s nostrils to flare and advance to confront the aggressive intruder, getting up close and personal, face to face, tit to tit.

‘Fourteen’, hissed the Assistant, now herself switching to Cantonese in such a broad accent Mahogany could hardly follow her words, but she instantly knew ‘The 14’ were one of Hong Kong’s most infamous gangs.

‘That makes things easier for me to put you in your place,’ pouted the bottle blond cat,’ I was raised Yun’, she purred back into the Chinese brunettes face, and identifying her allegiance to the other main Triad of the Island.

‘Where’s your ID cunt, and whose this sponsor?’ screamed the dark haired women as she pushed the other mini skirted women back with her breasts, only to have her push returned with vigour, and to Mahogany’s surprise the refined accent of the principles assistant had now completely slipped, and she was spitting back in gutter Cantonese too.

While the older women squabbled Mahogany slipped unnoticed into the care room.

‘I thought I was heading back to the US and my family bitch, before you intervened’. She growled at the Black Chinese woman on the bed, whose eyes slowly flickered open, looking straight up at the ceiling. The dark American had spent four days in holding, awaiting deportation, or so they had said, and then had been drugged to wake up in what appeared to be a small padded cell, but then of all things the same men who had dragged her into the cell and shackled her up, reappeared to drag her out again She had however experienced the extreme of horror when she had realised she was actually in a box container on board a massive container ship, but the men then threw her into a tug and headed back to Shanghai. The University police had picked her up, stinking and in her own filth, at the docks, and brought her straight here, all at the small Afro Asians orders.

Mahogany strode across the room to lean right across the bed and stare into the eyes of the immobilised red haired 22 year old. ‘Why did you do all of this, the fight, rescuing me? And by the way you would not last five minutes with a real American, your fake ID is crap!’. But all she got in reply was an enigmatic smile.

However before she could continue with the confrontation with her injured foe her attention was distracted by the sound of a loud slap, followed nearly immediately by the sound of its response, a similar full force face slap. Looking back through the door window both older women had a hand into each other’s perfect coiffure, grabbing and twisting, yanking and slapping, the black and blonde haired Chinese women were staggering around the small waiting room. Then, while still forehead to forehead, glaring hatred at the other female the two slowly dropped their skirts to the floor. Mahogany let out an involuntary whistle. The two old cats were going to settle their argument in the old style, ‘The Women’s Way’, a very high stakes fuckfight, where the winner would enslave the looser.

The blond Whore had on the skimpiest, nearly see through, red knickers, and the dark haired cat’s left hand had immediately pushed the flimsy material aside to enter her opponent crotch. The more formal white panties of the brunette Assistant were more difficult to push aside, but showing no hesitation the blonde slipped her hand past the waist band and latched onto the hot sex of the other Asian. Left hand in her foes cunt and tightly latching on to the hair of her enemy the two women bent low working each other holes roughly, abusing her sex and rubbing vigorously at her clit. Their faces were now plastered together in a very aggressive bout of tongue wrestling, mouths wide and teeth clashing as they exchanged saliva.

‘I wanted to escape everything, especially the constant pain, and the feeling I was now useless and could not defend my son and lover’, the small Asian sighed, her words slightly slurred by her medication and injuries, ‘and if I lived, I would be fixed properly,’ she smiled, ‘I’m sorry, but you were just my tool to accomplish that.’ And with these calm words from the small women pinned to the bed, Mahogany’s full attention was immediately pulled back into the humming Intensive Care room.

‘Well… ‘ the ebony 21 year old did not have an answer to that, ‘And… so what the fuck is this’, she pointed at the large white strapping that enclosed her left bicep from elbow to just below her very bruised and swollen shoulder. In the strapping had been implanted various devices. One’s effect she already knew of, as after she had had it fitted the nurse had slapped her hard without warning and she had jumped up to return the blow, only to suddenly go dizzy and collapse to her knees. ‘It reacts to any adrenaline surge and will flood you immediately with suppressants, very effective, isn’t it’, the little nurse had smirked at the six foot muscle women crawling on the floor at her feet.’ You have anger management problems, but luckily we have a way to fix that.’

‘Well that’s the Universities idea’, came the sing song English from the bed. ‘They needed a Guinee Pig to test their new technology on, and to see if the drugs cocktail is safe.’

At that moment the door to the private IC room suddenly burst open and the struggling MILFs rolled into the room. Both now had lost their tops, and bras were pulled down as the women had escalated their sexfight to biting and sucking each other’s mammeries. Knickers were gone too, and hands were now latched into each other’s plush ass, fingering and gouging at their foes rear, while their cunts and clits fought a duel as their legs snaked and writhed trying to pin their opponent in place so as to administer a clit crushing pelvis fuck.

Mahogany could not follow the low moaning insults in Hong Kong Cantonese as the two women fought on in near silence, their eyes fluttering and their faces getting redder and stressed, as they forced shattering climaxes from each other. In the end for one of the two mature proud fuckfighters it would be one climax too many, and sexually drained and exhausted, the loser would suffer enslavement and humiliation. As they rolled locked in combat they started to hit some of the very delicate machinery in the IC unit, and so without fuss the big muscle goddess dragged them both back into the locked waiting room by their dishevelled hair. The two older women sat up for a second, giving the black American a look of pure hatred, before with a mutual scream, returned to their own very personal contest, and Mahogany closed the dividing door on the two waring matrons.

The brunet now started to dominate the body to body conflict. Both women had exchanged rough climaxes and each had a hand in each other sex, but the Assistant then switched from the tongue wrestling kiss fight to start licking and sucking the blondes face, kissing away tears and nibbling her ears. The change of tempo shook the other Asians concentration, and she sighed with delight at this softer caress, and of course had been tricked into a shattering squirting cum. While the Whore gasped trying to regain her composure and breath, the brunette parted the blondes legs and snuggled in for a scissoring trib contest with her now much weakened foe. The blonde was now trapped flat on her back while her attacker forced her right leg up vertical against her own body to give the Assistants hot sex weapon full access to its enemy, as she sat astride her victim, grinding, wiggling and rotating her hips to maximum effect on the moaning sex shattered woman under her sweaty glistening fuck juice coated ass.

The Assistant rode her victim’s clit to two more forced orgasms before with supreme effort the painted blonde Whore arched up and somehow forced the brunette to scream out a shattering climax of her own. As the dark haired woman slumped the Whore tried to roll her so that she could be the dominant women, but forcing her still sex numbed limbs to obey the Assistant rolled both of them over so that they now faces each other in a classic 69. Both matronly women grabbed firm hold of the goo covered slick butt cheeks of her foe and pushed her tongue into the steaming well used holes of her enemy, both ass and sex being equally kissed, sucked, bitted and probed.

They exchanged two near simultaneous climaxes before, as the black haired women wailed in frustration and fought back tears, the blonde sent her over the edge three times in quick succession, nearly draining the last reserves of sexual energy from the raven haired MILF. Then the weakened woman found herself rolled over and pulled by her hair into a sitting position, as the Whore sat snuggled up behind her, trapping her into a leg splitting sex torture hold. A hand pulling the black haired woman’s head and body back allowing the blonde full access to the already brutalised cunt of her opponent, as with their legs entwined the Whore split the Assistants crotch wide revealing fully the black dripping vee of trimmed pubic hair and the raw sex lips and red engorged clit of the other exhausted late thirty’s bitch.

While held in place by the left hand in her hair and the python entwining legs of the Whore the Assistant gave up another two shattering squirting climaxes to the sometimes rough, sometimes caressing right hand of the blonde cow, before the bitch pulled her to her knees, mounted her back in an ultimate insult, and rode the begging, crawling, naked, distraught female on all fours, around the room. She held firmly to her raven hair, every now and then pulling back her head to kiss away tears and whisper threats into the defeated women ears, while she alternately spanked the Assistant’s already very red butt, ploughed two gouging fingers into her ass, or more nastily tried to fist a whole hand into the wailing matrons sex. The brunette finally could take no more, and screamed her submission, begging for the other bitch to stop as she collapsed flat out on the slippery, grimy, sex smeared floor.

‘Not yet bitch’, whispered the Whore close into the sobbing woman’s ear, and then slid along the slick back of her victim to kneel between her legs. Roughly propping up the plush red behind of the other thirty something woman, the blonde started slowly to lick and nuzzle the heart of her opponent’s sex, ever so gentle kisses and teasing sucks followed more sensual licks and spits and hot, hot sighs into the abused gaping hole.

‘No…No… No… Oh…Oh... Please… Please… I must cum… Oh Oh Oh… Please I must have release. The need, the desire it is killing me… Let me Cum,’ sobbed the Assistant as the Whore coaxed her to the very edge of climax, and left her there in sexual frustration, on the edge of release. The raven haired bitch started to shudder and her breathing became even more ragged and gasping, and not until the blonde thought she had reached her limit, did she give the Assistant’s steaming cunt a deep, deep, sensual tongue trusting kiss.

The raven haired woman’s wail was heard clearly in the IC room as she collapsed squirting the last of her sexual juices in a long gush, covering her blonde nemesis in sticky cum goo. The cruelly smiling blonde staggered to her feet with a broad smile, grabbed the deshelled, ripped, hair of the defeated woman and then dragged her victim, sliding her nude butt across the sex lubricated floor, towards the IC room. ‘You are now my slave, and you will obey my every command or,’ the blond started to take pictures on her mobile phone,’ you know what will happen.’

While the Ebony warrior had missed the final events of the sex fight, she had certainly heard the despairing wail of the defeated raven haired fuckfighter, as she submitted her body to sexual slavery, as her attention had been fully taken up by the small crippled Asian strapped into the IC bed.

‘I saved you from the Slave pits’, continued the mocha coloured Afro Chinese girl in her heavily accented English, ’I have been in one, and you would not last a week’, the Asian was not smiling or mocking, but said this with infinite sadness.

‘Fuck you, I can beat down anyone’ hissed the big women right into Helen’s ear’, but she was taken aback by the fact her terror while on the container ship had been confirmed, she had been on her way to ‘the death fight pits’, not home.

‘You may not have noticed me, but I attended your welcome home party. You invited all the new international students; you even congratulated the girl who took your crown and put you in hospital. You are far too trusting, you invited me without even checking who I was, in a place you must know is full of your enemies and rivals, not to mention paid killers. And when you saw I was sitting on my own in the cafeteria you came down to sit beside me and chat. I know you are a loner, but with just a little coxing form someone whose name you did not eben know, you gave me the details of the exclusive Gym Dojo you use, so I could get membership.’

‘Yes’, croaked the russet haired Asian, ‘You can fight, but you could not kill, kill and kill again’, and a tear welled at the corner of the smaller girls left eye and traced its way down her cheek, ’You lose something in the Pits, and if you ever get out, it is very hard to get it back’.

‘That’s no answer,’ spat the American into Helen’s face, and for the first time the small Asian became aware of a louder hum from the traction bed. Whispering close into the trapped women’s ear Mahogany hissed,’ I’m going to slowly crank up the power, and this bed will ever so painfully pull you apart,’ and then with a cruel smile looking straight into the shocked eyes of the Afro Chinese women,’ but long before that it will snap that grafted spinal cord you have had implanted and leave you a quadriplegic.’

‘Tell me why, or you will only live as a paralysed vegetable!!’, she screamed as she again cranked up the power on the traction, and blood trickled from the mouth of the Asian as she bit deeply into her own lip to hold in her screams and sobs, while tears cascaded from her slowly glazing eyes.

The black Amazon had not heard the door to the waiting room slide open.

‘She wants a friend; she always wants friends,’ cut in the voice of the victorious blonde Chinese fuck fighter in her thick accented Cantonese.’ You must have been kind to her… so few people are, and it will make a change for her friends to kill her at the start of their friendship,’ and then she added with a hiss, ’they usually do that at the end’.

‘And who the shit are you anyway,’ bellowed the tall African American, whirling around to find the bedraggled grimy and cum covered near naked blonde, dragging her unconscious prize into the room by her hair, and then to seal her dominance, contemptuously using the tear stained face of her opponent to bring herself off in a gushing squirt.

‘She’s… my… mother…,’ came a halting whimpering voice, in what was now for Mahogany a familiar gutter Cantonese accent, gasped through the bitten bloody lips of the girl in traction, before she finally gave up the struggle against the mind numbing pain and passed out.