PIT DAUGHTERS Chapter Seven – Gang War by Mr. Cage (comments to [email protected])

Amy’s first fight was described in Pit Daughters. Her second fight was described in Pit Daughters Althea versus Amy. Her third fight was described in Pit Daughter -Ms. Sanchez Versus Amy. Amy’s undefeated record ended in Pit Daughter – Beauty Queen Versus Amy. After that defeat Amy had five fights in six months. Girls she had bullied wanted to take her down and humiliate her. Luckily she won all five and reestablished herself. Amazingly Billie fought two girls as well using me as her referee. I also refereed three fights between other girls who wanted to settle things like Billie and Amy had. With Amy’s senior year coming up I thought my days as a referee was over, but as usual I was more than wrong.

That summer began a war. First my daughter Tammy fought a beautiful tough Indian born Americanized girl named Riya and I met Riya’s mother Sanjani Phillips. After Tammy’s victory in Pit Daughter – Tammy Takes a Turn I enjoyed Sanjani’s company and apparently she enjoyed mine. I served as a referee for two more fights for Amy and one more for Billie. I spent most of my free time either fucking Sanjani or keeping Amy and Sanjani from fighting. The later was hard work even with Amy recuperating from a very close and savage fight with a black girl. Then our old friend Rita Sanchez had turned up and provoked a brutal mauling fight with Sanjani described in Pit Daughters – Women at War. Sanjani won and so began a summer of domination of the Latina. It could have been heaven on earth! But I’ve always been a glass half full type of guy, and I’ve never been disappointed.

I waited for the fuck festival to come to an end. I figured that Rita would challenge Sanjani or that Sanjani would challenge Amy. And I knew that Riya and Tammy would collide no matter what. Once again, my oracular powers proved singularly wrong. In one way I was right, my wonderful, undeserved sexual paradise would be interrupted. I just didn’t guess the ways and means.

Amy’s fight against Jada Gillis had been a particularly nasty fight. Amy had bites over her arms, tits, legs and even her lower belly. Again, it was Amy’s endurance that had allowed her to defeat the thick, heavy set black girl after eight rounds in the standard pit fight rules. At the time Jada was ahead five to three, but she ran out of gas and couldn’t stop vomiting and shaking from exhaustion and come out and fight the ninth round. She had been escorted by Phoebe, he younger sister, not her mother.

I had put that fight out of my mind until I received a call from Ms. Gillis. It was a month later and I was surprised to hear from her then. I figured if she didn’t say something after her daughter arrived home with swollen shut eyes, split lips, deep gashes and bite marks on her tits and a bloody crotch, then I wouldn’t hear from her.

Ms. Gillis wanted a face to face discussion. I decided to meet her in a public place. Sanjani and Rita were not about to let me go alone. As it turned out, Ms. Gillis brought her live-in girlfriend, Emma, a short, thick big breasted Filipina. It was a little United Nations, but there was no talk of peace. The five of us had a tense lunch. I thought I was there to get verbally threatened with lawsuits and the cops. I had allowed two young girls to fight savagely and just stood by enjoying the mayhem.

Instead, Ms. Gillis demanded a no rules gang fight with her and Jada against Amy and her mother. I explained Amy’s mother was long gone. The heavy set black woman started in on Sanjani and Rita. It took about a minute and a half for things to fall apart. Thirty minutes later my head was spinning. I had said virtually nothing. The four women methodically talked themselves into a bigger and bigger fight. I sat there blinking stupidly looking for away to bring some sanity to the table. For all the good I was could have doubled as a bread knife.

Ms. Harmony Gillis was a tough black dyke and she took it very personally that her dyke daughter had been beaten up by a straight white bitch just playing at being bi. She was convinced that the rules of the Pit Fights had given my daughter an unfair advantage and that Jada would have kicked Amy’s cunt in a no rules, no breaks fight.

I was more than perfectly willing to admit it. Hell Jada had almost won the fight as it was. Only Amy’s endurance had saved her. Sanjani and Rita were not about to let Amy be talked down by some black bitch and said so. So there I am a white guy sitting at a table with four ladies of color trying to keep the peace. I take it back; a bread knife would have at least been able to butter the bread.

The discussion evolved and expanded. Cell phones came out and a regular business conference commenced. I sat there stupidly. Finally, Sanjani pronounced it was a deal. I was required to make the room above the garage available, but I was not to referee. Supposedly the closest I could be was outside the door on the stairs. The deadbolt was to be locked from inside and the winners would come out when they were finished with the losers.

So I wasn’t going to be there in person. That was fine; I had a crawl space connecting the garage’s attic to the house. I knew exactly I was going to put my hidden cameras: a light fixture, a smoke alarm and two ceiling corners. I knew exactly where I would run the four cables and where I could pick up four cheap VHS decks. Yep, I’d be there.

I agreed to the terms on the condition that everyone promised to stop short of death and intentional permanent maiming or dismemberment. Harmony Gillis laughed and promised to take no parts home with her because she intended to teach these crazy bi bitches a lesson in pain and being raped by big fisted butches that they would never forget. And suddenly I had a name for the war: Big Fisted Butches versus the Crazy Bi Bitches.

And it wasn’t just the women; it was daughters and friends of daughters. It was going to be crowded, wall to wall tits and ass, especially given the size of the tits and ass that were going to be filling the room. I actually jotted down my estimates so I could compare the two gangs.

Big Fisted Butches:

Harmony Gillis:

Harmony was a forty something thick wasted square jawed big busted black dyke. She had kinky short hair with no extensions, big hands and feet, heavy thighs, big ass and round bouncing tits. I guessed she was 5’7’’ and weighed in at least 175, thick and broad but not sloppy fat. In fact she was very strong and solid looking. I’d say 40DD 32 44.

Emma White:

Emma was a thirty something ex-wife of an American soldier brought back to America. She had found she liked licking more than sucking. She was thick and softer than Harmony. I guessed she was about 5’2’’ and weighed 150 pounds a lot of it in her ass, belly and tits. She was dark brown and had long thick curly black hair. I’d say 36D 30 40 or so. Her waist might have been thicker but her belly hung down so maybe that made her waist look smaller.

Jada Gillis:

Jada was Harmony’s seventeen going on eighteen year old dyke daughter by a black man. She was darker and taller than her mother. She too was big and strong with short kinky hair. I guessed she was 5’8’’ and weighed 160. She had strong arms and had out punched Amy for three rounds until her arms had drooped. I guess her figure was 38D 28 40, but she was relatively firm.

Ida Green:

Ida was Jada’s eighteen year old lover, another black dyke. She was light cream colored with the strangest orange ball of hair around her head like an old style afro. Ida was a basketball player and had fought Billie once after a game and lost. Apparently that had be the precursor to Jada and Amy’s fight. Now Ida wanted revenge. I guessed she was six foot tall and 160 pounds, solid, firm and very tough looking. I estimated her figure at 36B 26 36.

Phoebe Gillis:

Phoebe was Jada’s younger sister, apparently the daughter of a white gay guy and Harmony. She was taller, lighter, and skinner and than her big sister. I guessed she stood 5’10’’ and weighed a slight 135 pounds. Her figure was no more than 35A 23 34. Her hair was dyed bright red, thick and looked naturally straight.

Emerald White:

Emerald was Emma’s daughter by her long gone husband. Emerald and Phoebe had decided they were a couple just like there two mommies. Emerald was a year younger than Phoebe, but I don’t think she had missed too many meals. Emerald was 5’4’’ and weighed probably 150 pounds. Her skin was light brown. Her hair was dark black, thick and straight. I figured the youngest fighter was old enough to take care of herself with a 36DD 28 40 figure.

Crazy Bi Bitches:

Sanjani Phillips:

Sanjani was a green-eyed Indian beauty with a dark brown, flawless complexion, thick lustrous black hair sweeping down to the top of her fine around ass. At 34, the Indian was incredible: huge heavy brown oblong tits that confidently jutted out from her broad, thick chest. These heavy 44E jugs were supported from broad connecting tissues and what were unusually broad shoulders on a woman. Sanjani stood 5’4’’ and weighed probably 155 pounds, not a little of it in her magnificent tits. Her figure probably was 44E 28 40. Her jutting globes were topped by raised orange sized aureoles and cigar thick outward projecting rubbery black nipples. I had never seen more impressive real tits. Her thick thighs were incredibly shapely, soft, but powerful looking.

Rita Chavez:

Rita was a 27 year old Mexican American babe retaining the natural firmness of her youth. She was lush, thick and strongly built. Rita had a full, thick head of lustrous black hair hanging to the middle of her back, dark eyes, dark brows and high round cheeks. Her nose was blunted, but no overly wide. Her nails were always sharp and bright red. I knew she was 5’5’’ and weighed 151 pounds with a lush 40D 28 38 firm figure with strong arms, shoulders, hips and thick thighs. From her losing fights with Amy and Sanjani I knew she could take a lot of pain.

Amy:

My daughter Amy was almost eighteen, attractive and 5’ 10’’ tall. She had filled out a lot, getting stronger as well from her working out and running. She weighed 148 lean pounds with green eyes and long straight black hair left lose as part of the rules of the fight. Amy played basketball, soccer, and softball. She was long, femininely strong and very tight bodied, if I was allowed to notice. I knew she had a 36C 25 35 figure. Her nails were long, filed and painted black. Her long legs were strong and firm.

Billie:

Billie stood 6’0’’ and weighed no more than 145 very lean athletic pounds. She had long, thick, straight blonde hair that hung loosely to the top of her hard, jutting, high riding ass. Her eyes were classic sky blue. Her nose was perfect. Her cheeks were high. Her skin was flawless with a golden tan for summer. Her mound was prominent and her lips were thick, but tight and hairless. She was long and sleek with a 38D 24 34 figure. Billie was model beautiful.

Tammy:

My daughter Tammy was two years younger than Amy, tall and skinny. Tammy stood 5’ 9’’ tall and weighed a very fit 130 pounds. She was a fierce soccer player and had just started basketball. She had the beginnings of her sister’s amply figure at 35B 23 33. She had blue eyes and long straight black hair. She kept her nails long, filed, and painted pink like her toes. Her long legs were strong and firm.

Riya Phillips:

Riya was the same age as Tammy. Her thick lustrous black hair made Tammy’s black mane look brown and sparse. Riya’s long black hair brushed the outer upward curve of her full brown ass. She stood 5’6’’ and weighed a thick, firm 140 pounds. She was broader in the shoulders and thicker than Amy and very strong. Her dark brown belly was round but firm. Her thick thighs were incredibly shapely yet again firm. Most impressive was her wide deep chest and the fact that it supported to jutting brown globes topped by raised orange sized aureoles and cigar thick outward projecting rubbery black nipples. I had never seen more impressive real tits except on her mother Sanjani. The brown girl’s figure was an impressive as 44DD 26 36.

The room above the garage was twelve by fifteen with a full bath and storage closets behind locked doors on the back wall. It would cost me some money but now I would have a fight room rather than outdoor fighting pit. I worked on the room. I padded the floor with three inch thick wrestling mats. I installed hooks about seven feet off the floor and hung one inch thick mats from the hooks. I increased the lighting and of course installed my hidden cameras. Running the cabling was no problem. I hooked the four feeds up to four small portable televisions. My attic looked like a police stakeout movie.

I checked my visuals and the sound pick-ups. I had a great overview, but nothing down on the mat. I called a buddy who knew something about that sort of thing. I had already borrowed the cameras from him. He got interested and I finally revealed what I was up too. To say he was interested was an understatement. He came over and went to work. He installed corner cameras down low and waist level. It was scary how well concealed they were. We repositioned the mats ever so slightly and each corner had a clear view of the room. He brought over eight flat screens, using his inventory. I’ll remember that the next time I buy a “new” television. Now my attic looked like Houston Control.

My buddy settled down before dawn on the Saturday morning of the big battle. I met with the home team. Billie and Amy took over the meeting and made it clear they were in a war and that everybody had to look out for everybody else. Once the fighting started keep your person under control and if you saw one of your teammates in real trouble do what you could to come to their aid. If one team got a girl up on the other it would be all over but the agony. Then the women got down to tactics. Biting, scratching, eye clawing were all expected and recommended. The younger girls were given unnecessary suggestions about working on tits and clits if you couldn’t punch or kick the head. Biting foreheads and eyebrows was recommended to get blood in the eyes. They went on and on. I was squirming as these bloodthirsty wenches exchanged hints on how “to cunt” or “rip apart her asshole.”

The Big Fisted Butches arrive on schedule. I took everyone to the closed garage. Turned on the music and waited as they stripped and walked up the steps. Harmony and her mob of dykes looked excited and ready for a fight. My ladies had all been waxed and were smooth mounded. Their enemies had taking the opposite approach. All of them had full bushes and neither of the mothers had shaved their arm pits. At least their legs had been shaved.

Amy was the final one through the door. She closed it. I heard the key turn. I raced for the television screens. My buddy informed me that they hadn’t gotten down to it yet. Breathing heavy I sat down. He had set up a DDR and did a play back of the door closing from our overhead.

The Butches had moved to the far wall as they entered. The Bi-Bitches grouped by the door. Amy locked the door and then lifted up the mat by the door and put the key under it. Then they turned to each other and started bitching. Man, women can talk! They called each other ever name in the book, promised to rip off tits and kick in cunts, described in detail what would happen after the fight and so on and so forth. I didn’t have time to listen to it all because even as the trash talking was building on the replay the fight started on the live feeds. They had just reached the point on the replay where they faced down across the center of the floor. From the left wall to the right wall facing away from the door: Phoebe Gillis versus Riya Phillips, Emerald White versus Tammy, Harmony Gillis versus Sanjani Phillips, Emma White versus Rita Chavez, Jada Gillis versus my daughter Amy, and Ida Green versus Billie.

You know those old gladiator movies where two sides rush at each other and there is a big collision in the center. Well that wasn’t far different than what happened. In order to describe it I’ll have to focus on individuals and slice the bout into arbitrary rounds of say three minutes.

Round One – 0:00 to 3:00

Red haired, skinny Phoebe raced forward throwing a hard round house right and reaching for Riya’s black hair with her left hand, neither connected. The tough Indian girl ducked under the taller girl’s attack and spear tackled her right off the start. Phoebe squealed and was lifted off her feet and driven backwards. Riya’s bare feet dug and pushed like a linebacker’s. The caramel cream colored black girl hit the back wall hard with Riya’s shoulder in her gut. Phoebe groaned and folded over Riya. Riya bounced back and drove in again. She repeated it again and again. Phoebe groaned and grunted. But with the fourth shoulder she got her hands in Riya’s thick hair and got into the fight. Riya struggled to keep her head from being pushed down while Phoebe tried to get off the wall. The two became locked in a nasty battle for control against the wall.

Directly to the right of them, the collision between Tammy and Emerald White was far different. Short and heavy, Emerald went for the tackle. Tammy fended her off with two straight arms and then drove a knee up into Emerald’s face. The Filipina’s head snapped back and she fell to her knees. Tammy kicked the girl hard in the belly, grabbed her hair and started to punch her in the mouth. Tammy connected with three hard facial punches before Emerald tied up her fists. Tammy switched to knees, smashing Emerald’s tits and hurting her in the upper belly. Emerald was groaning and gagging, but she held on. Tammy ripped hair and looked to be about to bread free and continue punishing the winded Filipina. That’s when Harmony Gillis made her presence first felt. The big heavy weight black woman took time out from fist fighting with Sanjani to drive her right fist straight into Tammy’s face. The sucker punch floored Tammy. Emerald was still holding her belly, gasping. Tammy was on her back bleeding from the nose and blinking her eyes.

The big woman Harmony Gillis was the most dangerous looking bitch early on. If she didn’t run out of gas my girls would be in trouble. Unlike the younger girls, Harmony and Sanjani approached each other with their fists up. Sanjani hit first with a hard left jab to the big woman’s mouth. Harmony missed with a left and a right. Sanjani drove her right into Harmony’s left eye rocking the big black bitch, but Harmony fired back and staggered Sanjani with a roundhouse right to the left ear. They pounded each other’s faces, tits, arms and shoulders. Sanjani took a stiff right to the left eye and a right to the jaw. She stepped back. As Sanjani cleared her head, Harmony floored Tammy with the wicked sucker punch. Sanjani charged forward, drove her shoulders into Harmony’s tits and surprising staggered the black woman backwards. Harmony pounded on Sanjani’s back with both fists while Sanjani dug her fists into Harmony’s belly and ribs. Harmony didn’t stop Sanjani’s determined progress until they hit the wall. Harmony reached around for Sanjani’s huge tits like I knew she would, but Sanjani was ready for it. She drove the stiff fingers of her right hand up between Harmony’s fat thighs and cunted the big black woman. Harmony howled in agony, at least the big dyke’s well fisted cunt wasn’t pain proof.

Next in line Emma White and Rita Chavez clashed. Rita’s fists hit Emma twice before the squat heavy Filipina connected with a savage right to Rita’s nose, staggering the Latina. Rita recovered and smashed Emma’s tiny nose with a right fist and then hammered the Filipina’s right eye with her left. Emma’s charge carried her forward through the fists and she slammed into Rita. They weighed about the same, but Emma was shorter and pushing forward. Rita was forced back. She grabbed Emma in a headlock and twisted pulling the shorter woman down in the classic side headlock. Holding the Filipina down under her left arm, Rita started pumping rights up into Emma’s face. One of Emma’s arms hugged Rita’s waist and the other went straight for her crotch. Apparently dirty fighting had been thoroughly discussed on both sides.

Amy and Jada had pounded each other bloody in their earlier fight. Amy mistakenly decided to out fist the black girl again. They hammered each other, heads snapping as they fisted away without defense. Amy was knocked back one step, then two steps and then three steps. Her nose was bloodied almost immediately and a hard right sent her stumbling. Jada missed with a round house left and staggered herself. Amy, ignoring the blood on her face, grabbed the black girl’s kinky hair and jerked her in a circle just missing the struggling pairs on either side. She let go and Jada staggered hard into the wall by the door. The black girl turned to face Amy, but my daughter’s right foot was high in the air stomping down. Her foot sank into Jada’s black belly just above her hairy mound. Jada cried out and fell to her knees holding Amy’s ankle with both hands. My girl jerked her ankle back, grabbed the black girl’s hair and drove a knee into her chin. Jada’s head snapped back into the wall and it looked like she was knocked the fuck out.

Ida and Billie fought at long range, methodically. The beautiful blonde was great with her fists, more skilled than anyone else in the fight. Ida was good and strong. Ida’s cream colored skin showed bruises almost as quickly as Billie’s tanned skin. Soon both their cheeks were red and then there was blood on Ida’s mouth. While the fights in the rest of the room were wild melees this one looked almost like an old time fist fight. Smack, thud, smack, grunt, groan, smack and so on. Ida’s heavy fists connected less often, but they might have been heavier. Of course, the blonde beauty Billie had surprised me once before when she beat Amy, Amy’s only loss.

Round Two - 3:01 to 6:00

The struggle on the wall continued. Phoebe’s two handed downward hair pull had bent Riya’s head down and the Indian girl was almost endanger of having her head in between the light skinned black girl’s long whip skinny legs. Riya’s shoulders rested on Phoebe’s belly as she struggled to get her head up to the black girl’s waist. Riya howled as a wad of her long black hair ripped from her temple. Her head twisted up. Phoebe drove a knee up into Riya’s heavy jutting tits. The cameras caught both the agony on Riya’s face and the upward crushing of her right breast. Riya howled and fell to her knees. Phoebe yelled in triumph, jerked Riya’s head backwards exposing her face. I was ready for Phoebe’s free fist to smack down, but instead it was the black girl who screamed. She almost climbed up the wall revealing four fingers of Riya’s brown hand stuck in her hairy cunt. Damn, the Indian bitch was ready to fight dirty, real down and dirty. Riya rammed her fingers in deep and it looked like she was really gouging inside.

Emerald White was still on her knees gasping. My daughter’s kick had driven the wind out of the young Filipina’s lungs and crippled her. Tammy might have finished the fat brown bitch off, but my daughter was on her back still trying to understand why her nose was pouring blood and her eyes were rolling around in her head. Harmony’s big black fist had knocked my daughter silly. The sounds of the desperate fights around them eventually got Emerald to start forward on her knees. Tammy rolled onto her belly, blood dripping down on the mat. She started crawling away trying to push up to her hands and knees. Emerald lunged forward and grabbed my daughter’s right ankle. Tammy groaned and looked back over her shoulder. She rolled onto her right hip as Emerald climbed onto her right leg and drove her left foot straight into the brown girl’s soft lower belly. Tammy’s foot disappeared into the fat gut. Emerald gasped and flopped down on top of my girl’s leg and lower body. Tammy was hurt, but she wasn’t out of the fight. Tammy tried to roll the fat bitch off her, but Emerald’s hands clawed into my daughter’s hips and she forced her big body forward slowly crawling on top of Tammy despite Tammy’s downward slamming fists to the back of Emerald’s head, neck and shoulders. Emerald must have had a hard head because she just kept crawling up my daughter’s body.

Harmony howled as Sanjani worked on her cunt. The big black bitch pounded on Sanjani’s back. When that did nothing to force the Indian woman from jamming her brown fingers into Harmony’s cunt, the black woman folded over Sanjani’s body and dropped downward. Suddenly Sanjani was tits first on the floor with 175 pounds of dyke on her back. I’ll give my lover credit, even with her immense tits squashed flat on the mat and her face pressed into the mat she managed to keep her right hand up the black woman’s sex. From one of the cameras I had a perfect shot of four brown fingers disappearing between fat black cunt lips while a thumb was clawing at the mound and clit. Harmony moaned and used her superior position to grab both of Sanjani’s raised ass cheeks, claw and spread them going for a brutal anal rip. They struggled and struggled. Just before Harmony could get her claws into Sanjani’s tight asshole, Amy’s white foot slammed into the black woman’s face. Harmony had just gotten paid in full for smacking Tammy with a sucker punch. Harmony’s head snapped back and she then fell forward squishing Sanjani under the length of her big body. Sanjani groaned and started to try and roll the bitch off her. Amy grabbed double handfuls of Harmony’s hair and jerked the black woman’s head back. Blood from her mouth dripped down the crack of Sanjani’s fine brown ass. Amy dragged on Harmony’s hair and the black woman rolled to the side freeing Sanjani. Well that was the first time either woman had done anything for the other.

Emma White’s hand in Rita’s crotch allowed the Filipina to break the headlock. Emma found herself behind the Latina with one hand in Rita’s cunt and the other hugging her from behind. Emma pushed forward and moved a screaming Rita across the room to the opposite wall. Rita hit the padded wall face first. Emma rose up behind her, grabbed two handfuls of black hair, banging the Latina’s face into the mat covered wall again and again. Rita drove her elbows back into the Filipina’s tits. Emma took it and retaliated by slamming rights into Rita’s kidneys while keeping her face to the wall with a left hand on the back of the head. Rita stomped down on Emma’s foot. Emma yelped and jumped backwards limping. Rita spun around and connected with a wicked back fist to the Filipina’s ear. Emma spun around and fell face first onto the mat. Rita groaned and put a hand on her lower back and hobbled forward. I knew she would be pissing blood for a month.

Jada wasn’t knocked out. She was hurt on her knees and against the wall. She raised her hands to grab Amy’s thighs. My daughter had looked back across the room and spied Tammy lying on her back bleeding. When Jada grabbed her hips, Amy responded with another knee. This time she cracked Jada on the jaw. Jada’s head snapped back and then slumped on her chest. Blood dribbled out of her mouth. She gagged and blood spewed. It was hard to see, but it looked like there were some bloody chicklets in there. Amy took aim and stomp kicked the black girl’s right 38dd breast, crushing it flat and driving the air out of Jada’s lungs. This time a bloody piece of tooth flew out of Jada’s mouth and bounced on the mat. When Amy pulled her foot back, Jada fell forward to slam face first on the mat. It was then than Amy headed for Tammy, but along the way she found Harmony and kicked Jada’s mother in the face and put Sanjani back in the fight. Amy was really carrying the load for her side.

The isolated fist fight between Ida and Billie had come to the opposite corner of the room, well away from the other ten fighting women. Billie’s flashing fist had opened Ida’s nose and mouth and reddened the cream colored girl’s face, but the blonde beauty was fairing no better. Ida had hard big hands and a fifteen pound weight advantage. Billie’s perfect nose was bleeding profusely from both nostrils and her left eye was swelling shut even as it was hit with three more hard rights. They hammered each other back and forth, sweat and blood flying with each smacking connection. It was a real head hunting affair on both girls’ parts. Billie’s long blonde hair snapped in all directions like a halo when Ida connected with a brutal round house right to Billie’s already swollen and bloody nose. Billie’s head snapped back and she slumped into the corner of the room, her fists raised defensively. Ida dug a low blow into Billie’s heaving lower belly. Billie groaned and her hands dropped as she folded over. Ida grabbed her blonde hair and slammed a knee up into Billie’s tits. Then another at Billie’s slumping face. The blonde blocked it and fell to her knees. Ida looked around, saw what was happening and kicked once to Billie’s spread crotch, then turned and started for Amy.

Round Three – 6:01 to 9:00

Phoebe’s bright red hair plastered against the wall as she wailed and squirmed trying to climb off Riya’s fingers. Riya had added to the tall skinny girl’s agony. As Phoebe tried her best to climb up the wall, Riya had dug her thumb into the light skinned black girl’s mound to hold her in place, curled her left hand around Phoebe’s thighs to keep her from getting enough distance to knee and then sank her teeth deep into Phoebe’s right thigh. Screaming for help, Phoebe finally started ripping at Riya’s black hair trying to get the teeth out of her leg. Riya groaned as her scalp was stretched but she held on for dear life, growling like a dog, holding on, until blood dribbled down Phoebe’s long leg. Phoebe screamed and ripped out double handfuls of Riya’s hair, but the Indian girl held on, biting the thigh and gouging the cunt. Phoebe howled, doubled up her fists and started hammering the top of Riya’s head. After three punches she stopped. I imagine all she was doing is driving Riya’s sharp teeth in deeper and hurting her own hand. Phoebe yelled for help. Unfortunately for Riya it arrived as Ida drove her right foot in a stomping motion into Riya’s shoulder. The Indian girl was knocked off her meal and rammed into the corner. As Phoebe slid away to the side, Ida started stomping down on Riya. The Indian girl took stomps to her ribs, breasts and shoulders. Ida’s big foot driven by her powerful thigh would have stomped the fight out of Riya, but Amy rammed into the girl from behind intervening just in time. Riya crawled out of the corner, obviously badly jarred. Phoebe’s hands were in her crotch ignoring the badly bleeding bite marks on her thighs. When she found they were bloody with her cunt’s blood she screamed in fury and screamed curses at Riya.

Emerald took a rough beating, but she had Tammy pinned on her back. Now Emerald started getting back some of her own. Both girls slammed short punches at each other’s heads, but Emerald’s position gave her the advantage. She scored with wild hammer like blows down on Tammy’s face again and again until my daughter covered up. That allowed, Emerald to grab Tammy’s hands and pushed them over her head against the floor. Now the Filipina was straddle my daughter’s belly in the beginning of the classic school girl pin. Instead of going for the pin she dropped her mouth to Tammy’s upward jutting breasts and sank her teeth into Tammy’s young tit flesh. My little girl screamed as the Filipina took delight in biting her lush white tits, both of them. Tammy squirmed and bucked, but the Filipina held her wrists and rode her waist, chewing away. No matter who won this was going to be a brutal, savage, cruel affair. Tammy howled and struggled as blood soon dribbled between Emerald’s lips. Then Amy arrived on her trip across the room toward Ida. She stomped down on the middle of Emerald’s back. The third stomp forced the girl to stop biting and start to roll over. Amy kicked the girl hard in the pit of her stomach. The poor brown girl should have worked out more. Her big round belly was playing guest to both my daughter’s feet. The kick caused Emerald to roll on her back off Tammy and curl up into the fetal position. Tammy set up cupping her breasts and cursing in fury. She had deep bloody teeth marks on her breasts, one straight across her right nipple! Amy moved on with an instruction for Tammy to rip off Emerald’s nipples in revenge. Tammy screamed in fury and leapt for the crippled Filipina.

Amy started her round of rescues by kicking and stomping Harmony. The big black woman took three feet to her tits and one to her belly before Amy took off to save her sister and then Riya. Harmony was groaning and cursing as Amy moved quickly away. Just as the black woman sat up, Sanjani slammed into her taking her down hard. The Indian woman straddled the black woman’s belly and started pounding away with both fists, smacking Harmony on the face, head, arms, shoulders and tits. Harmony struggled on her back trying to protect her face, but Sanjani’s flying fists got through more than once, fattening her already ample lips and pounding eyes and cheeks. Harmony took it until she got over the stomping, then she blocked more punches and reached up between Sanjani’s fists and grabbed the Indian by her cigar like nipples. Harmony used her forearms and elbows to protect most of her face while twisting and crushing Sanjani’s ample nipples. Sanjani groaned and continued to throw punches, scoring with a savage straight right down through Harmony’s arms onto her broad nose. That punch knocked Harmony silly for a moment and her fingers came away from Sanjani’s tits. Blood started to dribble from Harmony’s nose. Sanjani, sweat flying off her body, hammered the black woman’s face some more. Harmony planted her feet, bucked upward from the hips and sent Sanjani falling forward. Sanjani’s tits hit Harmony’s bloody face. I knew Sanjani would get bitten now for sure. Instead of trying to escape, my lover encircled Harmony’s head with her arms and pulled the big dyke into a tit smother from sub-continental hell. Harmony must have bitten, but whatever she bit only got a moan from Sanjani, perhaps the Indian’s tits were just to full to get a good bite or perhaps Sanjani was just that tit tough. Anyway, Harmony’s feet started to kick desperately and her hands pounded Sanajani’s sides and back trying to escape. Harmony’s thrashing rolled them on their sides and Sanajani added a brutal waist scissor hold to her breast smother. Damn, Harmony was locked in. The Indian’s massive brown orbs looked like they had engulfed the dyke’s face. I doubt she got even a whiff of anything but Sanjani’s sweaty brown tit flesh. The black dyke was having no success in breathing meat and was slowly suffocating.

Emma scrambled back from the wall on her hands and feet, her ass dragging on the mat. Rita stumbled forward hurting from the back and the crotch. Ida passed behind Rita and slugged her on the side of the face. Rita went down hard. Emma continued to craw away despite Rita was now on her hands and knees shaking her head. The two of them spent the rest of their three minutes far apart recovering.

Jada spent most of the three minutes face down on the mat. She pressed up on her hands and knees shaking her head like she was trying to remember where she was. Amy had knocked and stomped Jada senseless before racing to the rescue of her teammates. The tough black girl was just beginning to focus when this artificial three minute round ended.

Luckily for my girls, Billie had not let Ida go immediately. Despite having Ida’s foot buried in her cunt, the bloody blonde beauty had the presence of mind to grab Ida’s foot and trip as she turned to leave. Billie held onto the foot for a minute before being kicked in the face and knocked back into the corner. Ida pulled herself free and then began her march across the back wall, felling Rita and then slamming Riya. The blonde beauty sprawled in the corner motionless, blood pouring out of her rapidly swelling nose. She was not going to be a covergirl any time soon after that.

Round Four 9:01 to 12:00

Ida was pressed into the corner. Amy grabbed the black girl’s strange orange afro and yanked backward with her left hand, exposing Ida’s long throat. My girl snaked her right arm around Ida’s throat. Ida bent backwards, grabbed for the choking arm and pushed back off the wall with her feet. Amy pressed back and they strained against each other. Amy pressed her face along side Ida’s to prevent a head butt, cursed in her ear, and then bit the crème colored ear. Ida screamed and then found her wind totally cut off. She pushed back with her feet spread on the wall almost going vertical. Unfortunately for the dyke, Riya was on her knees nearby. The savage brown cunt fighter saw Ida’s hairy cunt waving in the air nearby. The black girl had her feet spread on the wall for balance. The Indian reached up between Ida’s legs, surprising the dyke completely. Riya grabbed a big handful of kinky pubic hair, strangely just slightly darker than the orange hair on Ida’s head, and ripped. Ida squealed and kicked off the wall. Amy staggered backwards and they fell with Amy still choking the black girl. Ida was on her back being choked out. Amy’s long muscular legs snapped around the dyke’s waist and Ida’s situation grew even worse. Ida struggled and flailed, but Amy had her in a bad way. Without help the tough girl was going to be sent to dreamland.

Phoebe had circled around Ida and Amy. She should have attacked Amy, but she only had eyes for Riya. As Ida fell backwards leaving Riya on her knees holding a handful of orange pubic hair, Phoebe’s long leg snapped out in a savage field goal kick. Riya had her eyes on her handful of fur, smiling savagely. Her wicked smile turned into agony as Phoebe’s long slender foot hit the underside of Riya’s huge brown tit. Phoebe’s toes and then even her instep disappeared into the underside of Riya’s brown orb bending it in half like some falling zeppelin. Then the tit flew upward as the deformation was translated into movement. Riya howled as her wounded tit flew up and seemed to threaten to fly off her chest over her shoulder. Riya grabbed herself and screamed. Phoebe’s tit stabbing foot was already flying again. This time the tall dyke did a side kick stomp down into Riya’s brown belly, gutting the Indian girl. Riya’s wounded scream was cut off and she folded over the foot gagging. Phoebe jerked her foot back; grabbed Riya’s matted black hair and jerked the Indian girl’s head back with her left hand. The dyke dropped to her knees and started firing rapid right fists into Riya’s face. Riya was defenseless. Seven punches later her nose was flowing and her lips were split. The Indian girl grabbed for Phoebe’s fists and tied her up for a moment, but Phoebe threw Riya on her back and climbed on top to continue beating the girl. The red headed terror was determined to destroy the girl who had made her cunt bleed.

Tammy crawled over to where Emerald laid gasping and holding her belly. My daughter jumped on top the wounded girl’s side, riding her, grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand and started pounding away with her right. Emerald had to bring her hands up to protect her face, blocking or partially blocking about sixty percent of Tammy’s hard punches. The forty percent of Tammy’s hard fists that got through messed up Emerald’s face. The bloody nose, lip and watery eyes were standard around the room by now, but Tammy’s glancing fists ripped open the Filipina’s left eye brow and sent a wave of blood cascading down into her eye. Emerald kicked and squirmed trying to get onto either her back or her stomach to stop the pounding, but Tammy rode the bitch like a cowgirl, jerking on the black hair like a bridal and bending Emerald’s neck back and forth to expose her face to new angles. It was a brutal non-stop beating. Two young girls, one from each side, were getting total fistic facials.

Sanjani’s back and ribs took a brutal beating and clawing, but she held on to her combined tit smother and scissor hold. Harmony’s violent spasms slowly, ever so slowly, begin to weaken. The big black dyke was being put to sleep by my lover’s big, sweaty brown tits. It would have been all over, but Jada recovered. She stood, spit out more bloody chipped teeth. Amy’s knee had done some impromptu dental work on the tough black girl. Jada looked for Amy but instead saw her mother struggling desperately against the tit smothering Indian woman. Jada staggered and leaned against the wall. Then step by step she approached Sanjani and Harmony. Luckily for Sanjani she saw the big black girl approaching to the rescue of her mother. Sanjani actually used her hold to twist Harmony into the path of Jada’s first kick. The black girl kicked her own mother in the back of the head! Jada cursed and then just jumped down on top of Sanjani and Harmony. Sanjani had no choice but to release her fight ending smother of the dykes’ leader. Jada was a tough bitch and even though she was still woozy from Amy’s quick knockout, the black girl could fight. Sanjani was soon in a lot of trouble on her back, getting punched and clawed. The Indian fought back, but Jada had position on her and Sanjani’s right leg was trapped under Harmony’s back. The fat black dyke was on her back sucking in air. Her face glistened with the heat of Sanjani’s tit smother as well as a bit of blood from Sanjani’s tits.

Emma and Rita ignored the passage of other fighters through their line of vision. They slowly stood and approached each other with their fists up ready to fight it out like they were in a bare knuckle brawl. Rita was the fitter and taller of the two, but I had no idea if she was as tough as the fat Filipina dyke. They exchanged fists. Both women’s faces took hard knuckles and they stood their ground. They fisted each other for the full two minutes standing flat footed. Rita’s beautiful nose and mouth were bloody. In fact blood smeared most of her face and tits. Emma’s eyes looked like they were swelling shut and her mouth was open gasping for air. At the end of the three minutes of savage pounding it looked to me like Rita’s fitness was beginning to tell. The Filipina was blowing hard.

Beautiful Billie woke up against the wall. Her nose was swollen and flowing. Her eyes were black and puffy. Her lips were split and swollen. The brutal fist fight with Ida followed by the savage kick to the face had put the blonde out of the fight. She spit out a mouthful of blood, sucked in some air and managed to stand. I was worried someone would have to pay to fix her nose; it looked like it was spread across her face. She touched her nose and moaned. Then she looked for Ida. By then Ida was already well in hand with Amy trying for all her might to choke or squeeze her out. Billie saw Jada miss the kick at Sanjani and then drop down on the Indian. She started for that battle, circling around the Emma versus Rita fist fight.

Round Five 12:01 to 15:00

Watching Ida struggle against the choke and scissors was like watching a fish flopping on the ground trying to get back to the water. It was sad, but fascinating. The tall fist fighter had done so well against her hated rival, Billie, and must have thought she was going to be the heroine of the fight. Now she was flopping about clawing uselessly at an arm while some white bitch taunted her in between biting her ear. She couldn’t cry out. She flopped useless, growing weaker and weaker, and then she pissed herself. I was terrified I’d have a murder to explain. Amy kept the choke on until Ida stopped fighting. Then she rolled the girl toward the wall. Amy wasn’t finished.

Almost with in arms reach, tall skinny Phoebe was turning Riya’s face into hamburger. Riya was limp. Phoebe had one knee in her belly, holding the Indian up by her bloody hair with the left hand while driving the right fist down into the knocked out girl’s already ruined face. Phoebe wasn’t going to stop until Riya was dead. Amy rolled on her hip and drove her right foot into the small of Phoebe’s back. The tall skinny dyke cried out and froze for a second. Then she slowly bent backwards and fell. The kick had stunned her somehow. Riya’s head flopped on the mat already stained by her blood. Amy got to her knees, grabbed Phoebe’s bright red hair and dragged her away from Phoebe. My daughter brutally dropped her knee across Phoebe’s neck and then started punching down into Phoebe’s face with her right hand while holding down Phoebe’s hands above the head with her left hand. Now the red headed dyke would learn what a beatdown facial was like. Amy’s hand pumped and Phoebe’s face turned red. Blood and sweat splattered and the tall skinny bitch flopped with each impact. Amy had put three of the bitches out of the fight even if Jada had come back.

Tammy worked on Emerald’s face until the Filipina girl was a bloody mess, almost as bad as Riya. Then Tammy let her fall and looked around for someone to help. She saw Jada beating the hell of out Sanjani. Just then bloody Billie grabbed the back of Jada’s hair and dragged her off backwards. Tammy looked around and saw Amy just beginning the beating of Phoebe. Ida was against the wall not moving. Riya, my daughter’s earlier enemy, was on her back nearby recognizable only by her big firm brown tits. Tammy saw Harmony beginning to stir beside Sanjani. My daughter scrambled across the mat and grabbed Harmony’s tangled hair and rammed her head down on the mat before the big woman could get moving. Sanjani rolled on top of her enemy grabbing her arms. Sanjani and Tammy looked at each other and smiled. Sanjani and Tammy wrestled the strong black dyke’s hands over her head and then under Tammy’s knees. Tammy held the black woman’s hair. Sanjani sat on the dyke’s big belly, grabbed her tits, leaned down and started to methodically bite the dark thick nipples. Harmony screamed and kicked her feet. The Indian chewed and chewed while Tammy used all her weight to control Harmony’s stretched out arms and head. Without help, Harmony’s tits were going to be dark meat for the Indian’s mouth.

Billie dragged Jada backwards and then tried to knee her in the back of the head. The black girl reached back over her head and grabbed Billie’s dangling blonde, now bloody matted, hair and jerked the former beauty’s face down. They ended up twisted in a tangle on the floor. Unable to get in straight punches or kicks they fought street bitch style. Billie’s nose was grabbed and twisted, reducing the blonde to screaming agony. But, in return a short right to Jada’s chin crushed her broken teeth together again and the black girl wailed. Billie bit the black girl’s shoulder. Jada clawed the cleft of Billie’s ass. Billie scored a knee to the cunt. Jada grabbed a pink nipple, crushed and twisted it back on itself. Billie clawed across Jada’s eyes and then head butted her nose. Jada retaliated by biting into Billie’s right cheek. It was a savage, brutal tangle. They rolled over, spitting and fighting, no one with an advantage, both badly hurt.

Emma and Rita’s stand-up fist fight took them across the room to where Jada had once been knocked out. Emma was losing the fist fight now. Her arms were heavy and slow. Rita’s fists were finding the Filipina’s face more often and cleanly. Finally Emma lowered her head and charged. Rita saw it coming, grabbed the short, fat bitch by the hair and sidestepped. Rita used the hair to spin the bitch in a small circle ending in the wall. Emma bounced off the wall and fell on her hands and knees. The Latina snapped a savage kick into Emma’s hanging tits. The Filipina flopped on her back. Rita tried to stomp on her face, but Emma caught the foot, twisted it and put the Latina on her ass. Emma was too tired to crawl on top. Her effort ended with Rita’s flashing feet to her face. Knocked backwards Emma rested against the wall sucking in air. Rita scooted away on her ass and then stood. She could have attacked, but instead she sucked in air and waited. I guess they were all getting tired.

Round Six 15:01 to 18:00

Amy beat Phoebe mercilessly. Soon her light-skinned black face was almost as red as her dyed hair. The young girl flopped with each strike, but wasn’t fighting back. She couldn’t cover up because her one free hand was trying to keep Amy’s hard knee from choking her out. My bitch daughter was being efficiently brutal. When Ida stirred and rolled on her back gasping, Amy left the blood drenched red head, dropped down on Ida and started pounding her face. The work Billie had done in the fist fight had already swollen the crème colored dyke’s face. Now Amy’s hard fists opened up gashes in her cheeks, split her eyebrows and paid her in full for Billie’s broken nose. Ida should have stayed passed out. Amy shook her fists out a couple of time, all that punching was beginning to hurt. As she shook her hands Ida and Phoebe’s blood splattered around. Riya was motionless except for the slow waving of her bloody tits in the air as she breathed shallowly through her ruined mouth and nose.

Emerald spent most of the three minutes motionless. She began to stir and move with less than a half of a minute left leaving Tammy and Sanjani to continue to double team Harmony. Harmony screamed as her tits were bitten again and again. They might have been wiser to take her out of the fight, but my daughter and my lover wanted to savagely hurt their enemy. This was more than a fight. One side would be broken as women, shattered, utterly defeated, mentally torn apart as well as physically. They wanted to wring the souls out of one another. Today someone would be owned and they would have to live with that knowledge. Tammy held the thrashing dyke’s arms. Sanjani rode her hips and chewed and chewed at the heavy black tit flesh. From time to time Harmony’s thrashings would reveal one of her black orbs, now slick with her own blood and Sanjani’s spit. Harmony screamed and cursed, but there was no help coming. Sanjani looked up and revealed her face was smeared with Harmony’s tit blood. Then she smiled and went back to biting. By the time Emerald began moving, the tough black dyke was crying and begging for mercy. Neither my daughter nor my lover seemed inclined to oblige.

Billie and Jada finally rolled into the wall away from everyone else. Jada may have had an advantage, but Billie had her legs locked around the black girl’s hips. They weren’t moving. Billie’s nails raked Jada’s back. Jada punched at Billie’s sides. They exchanged bites, head butts and elbows, but neither could dominate the other. Jada worked on Billie’s ribs, but the angle kept her from doing any real immediate damage. Billie got in a savage bite to Jada’s forehead. The black girl’s bites were far less effective since every time she bit down her broken teeth must have sent a wave of agony through her. Billie’s bite ripped open a gash in Jada’s sweaty forehead, but since Jada was on top almost as much of her blood got in the white girl’s eyes as her own. The savage, brutal, twisted stalemate went on and on.

Emma saw what was happening to her lover, Harmony and tried to scramble on her knees pass Rita. I guess she was senseless by then. She was breathing so heavily and probably out of it. So when she saw her powerful lover being mauled by two bitches she tried to crawl to the rescue. Rita stopped the rescue with a nasty stomp kick to the back. Emma was nailed to the floor. Rita started stomping and kicking the Filipina until she rolled against the wall and covered up. Rita dropped her knees down on Emma’s ribs, twisted her left hand into the Filipina’s hair and then started using her right knee to strike the Filipina in the kidneys over and over again. Rita used her right hand on the wall for balance, her left knee crushing Emma’s ribs down for support and her right knee to wound the Filipina.

Round Seven 19:01 to 21:00

Amy stopped beating Ida, checked on Phoebe who was just beginning to stir. A kick to the face stopped that. Then she checked on Riya. She helped Riya sit up and then got her attention long enough to point to Phoebe. Riya could barely see through her slits. He nose was swollen over her face and she was ruined. But, the Indian crawled on all fours dripping blood to fall onto Phoebe. The wrecked Indian punched the skinny dyke girl’s red meat face, and then went to work biting her rival’s tits. When that didn’t get a reaction she drove her bloody fingers up Phoebe’s cunt and began to claw. That got a moan and Riya positioned herself with a foot under Phoebe’s bloody chin, the other knee as her support across Phoebe’s thighs and her hand inside the red head’s cunt. Despite Phoebe’s trauma, she reacted with wild screams as Riya took her revenge on her rival’s insides. Phoebe’s scream seemed to energize Riya and brought a twisted, grotesque smile to her ruined face.

Amy staggered away, tired, exhausted, slick with in sweat and mostly other women’s blood. She gave Ida two stomps on the tits, one stomp on the belly and a savage twisting heel stomp to Ida’s off color hairy mound. Ida was so far gone all she did was flop. Amy looked around and saw Billie tangled with Jada. Amy moved along the wall toward her sometime lover and her all time enemy.

Harmony’s screams continued, but Tammy had to leave her to Sanjani. Emerald was on her hands and knees. Tammy stood and kicked her. Emerald blocked the kick, grabbed my daughter’s foot and tripped her up. The Filipina crawled on top again. Emerald was tired and bloody, but determined. Her hands went for Tammy’s throat and her mouth dropped on Tammy’s already bitten bloody tits. My daughter suffered the choke; grabbed Emerald’s matted hair with both hands and jerked her head up and back. Emerald’s eyes glared through slits and her mouth snapped just a fraction of an inch from Tammy’s nipples. Tammy twisted the head to the side and rolled. Emerald ended up on the bottom still choking my daughter. Tammy dug her fingers into Emerald’s eyes and ripped downward. She didn’t claw out the eyes but she ripped open the swollen cheeks and blinded the Filipina just the same. Emerald screamed and covered her eyes. Tammy grabbed the bitch’s wrists, pinned them to the ground under her knees and began punching Emerald’s already busted up face. The Filipina got a second fistic facial.

With her arms freed, Harmony fought back. Sanjani no longer was able to freely bite the black dyke’s tits. Harmony grabbed hold of Sanjani’s tits and tried to rip them off in retaliation, but Sanjani had already proven she had tough tits. She took the abuse and returned it with her own hands against the dyke. Sanjani had the advantage of position sitting on Harmony’s belly and the fact that the black woman’s tits were gashed and bleeding in more than a dozen places. Soon Harmony was screaming and bucking again. Sanjani slide up and down on the big sweaty belly, but she rode the bitch and worked on her tits until Harmony was again begging for mercy. Sanjani twisted the dark nipples around and jerked. Harmony screamed and bucked. The big woman’s hips came up so far that Sanjani pitched forward. This time Harmony grabbed Sanjani around the ribs with a bear hug, rolled and came out on top. Almost immediately the black dyke went for Sanjani’s right cigar like nipple, sinking her teeth in deep while hugging the Indian. The bear hug might have been crushing at one time, but Harmony had been weakened. Sanjani cried out and slammed her fists into the dyke’s ears stunning Harmony. Sanjani grabbed the black woman’s hair and jerked her head back and tried to roll her off, but Harmony stayed on top and began to slide up the Indian’s sweaty body going for a straddle.

Whatever advantage Jada had over Billie came to an end when Jada’s bloody hair was grabbed from behind. Jada yelped and turned to face her attacker only to get Amy’s blood drenched and swollen fist straight between the eyes. Amy’s arm must have been tired from busting up Phoebe’s and Ida’s faces, but she pumped away just the same. Billie helped by holding Jada’s arms. It was a total beat down now! Jada’s blood spattered all over both of the white girls as they broke the tough dyke’s will to fight. Amy saw Billie’s ruined face and went medieval on Jada. It was worse than the beatings that Ida and Phoebe had taken. Jada was limp and just flopping with the punches well before the end of the artificial round.

Rita was happy to continue her knee beating. Emma moaned and groaned in between begging. Her spirit was broken along with her ribs. I would later find out she would almost die from kidney damage. The Latina had kept herself one on one with Emma and there was no doubt she had done the job. She should have gone to someone else to help, but she was totally focused on destroying the Filipina. Maybe she wasn’t a team player, but she had done enough.

Round Eight 21:01 to 24:00

Riya got tired of cunting Phoebe. The girl’s thighs were red as her dyed hair and she wasn’t even moaning anymore. The battered Indian girl looked around with her head cocked to one side, she apparently could no longer see through her swollen shut right eye. She saw her mother under the big black dyke. Riya tried to stand and fell down knees first on Phoebe’s belly. Then the Indian girl crawled over her victim and started for her mother leaving Phoebe and Ida in their own blood.

Riya crawled pass where Tammy was sitting on Emerald punching the bloody Filipina’s tits now like they were speed bags. Emerald was still reacting to the punches, trying to cross her arms over her tits. Tammy let her block the tit punches and switched to double handed face claws across the raw meat on Emerald’s swollen face. That taught the bitch a lesson and soon Tammy was able to work on the tits again. Riya wanted to yell at the white girl and tell her to help her mother, but her mouth wasn’t good for much but biting at that time.

Riya made it to where Harmony was only after the black woman had straddled Sanjani. Fighting from on top the black woman was dishing out a beating. Sanjani’s face and tits were being punched and scratched. Sanjani kneed the fat dyke in the kidneys and tried to buck her off, but Harmony was too heavy and well seated. Perhaps Harmony would have finished Sanjani off if she hadn’t been so brutally treated earlier. As it was it was it was all she could do to stay on top and finally dish out some punishment. Riya crawled up behind Harmony and lunged forward grabbing the big dyke around the neck and then pulled backwards. Harmony resisted. Sanjani reached up and grabbed the black woman’s bloody tits, crushed them and then pushed upward. Harmony elbowed at Riya trying to knock the young girl off her back, but with Sanjani pushing and Riya pulling, the black woman couldn’t stay on top.

As Harmony fell backwards, Riya went for the choke out. Harmony was folded backward on her own heels with her legs folded under her. She was in a bad position with her hairy cunt tilted upward and her tits threatening to roll back under her chin. But Harmony wasn’t out of the fight. She savagely rammed her head back into the Indian girl’s already broken nose. Riya gasped and her hands flopped uselessly to the side. Harmony started to push up but Sanjani was sitting up between Harmony’s fat thighs. The Indian mother drove her right hand into Harmony’s wide open crotch, penetrating it with four stiff fingers in a single motion. Harmony screamed and popped up only to be smacked in the nose by Sanjani’s left fist. Harmony wobbled, but the pain in her crotch kept her fighting. She punched Sanjani back and then used her weight to push the Indian woman back down on the ground. Sanjani groaned as she was squashed again, but her misery was short-lived.

Amy and Billie arrived and started stomping the black woman. Harmony tried to react. She rolled to the side and tried to kick back, but the two white teens put their feet to her, stomping and kicking. Harmony managed to kick out once and take Billie down, but it cost her. While she was kicking Billie in the crotch, Amy moved around and kicked her in the face. Harmony was stunned. Amy took aim, lifted her right foot and stomped down Harmony’s face. Crunch! If the black woman’s nose hadn’t already been broken it was shattered now. She went into spasms, pissed herself and then it was over.

The Aftermath

In truth the beating continued for another ten minutes. There was no formal surrender. The dykes eventually were unable to fight back and just suffered. Everyone was treated to breast punching, tit mauling and finally full body biting. The winners tortured the losers methodically, crawling over them finding sensitive areas and giving them the treatment. No nipple or clit went un-pinched, un-clawed or un-bitten. Ears were bitten. Cheeks were bitten and clawed open. Foreheads were scratched raw. Thighs were pounded and then treated with teeth. It was the most heartless, systematic infliction of pain I had ever seen or imagined. Like the old saying goes, “Don’t let them give you to the women.”
The winners took particular delight in humiliating and torturing Harmony. They hurt her until she begged to lick their asses. They hurt her until she opened her mouth and let them piss in it. They hurt her until she begged to be their slave forever. They broke the proud woman, broke her spirit, burned out her soul. The sight of her sobbing, crawling on her belly licking Sanjani’s feet and begging to be pissed on was both heartrending and a little thrilling in the sickest darkest part of my filthy mind.

The winners were too hurt and too tired to actually enjoy any sexual pleasures. Besides, no matter how hard they would have tried, these beaten bitches weren’t up to even giving a half-assed slit licking. Instead the winners fisted the beaten women until jamming their hands in any deeper was just too tiring. Besides, they need to get to a doctor. Everyone did.

It wasn’t a total victory. In fact I was out of pocket for about one hundred thousand in medical costs for just my team alone. Billie’s nose was fixed and she looked as beautiful as ever. Riya’s face was fixed, but it bore the marks of the beating. The poor girl’s right cheek bone had to be rebuilt. Stitches, anti-biotic medicines, skin crafts, plastic surgery, etc. followed for everyone on “our” side. Luckily in the end all I had to pay was make copies of the video and distribute them to the docs and some of their friends. I think I could have made money on the deal if I had known more people with the same interest.

I will give Harmony Gillis the credit for not naming us to the cops. She and her girls staggered into an emergency room across town. The resulting police investigation was centered on two or three local street gangs. The local television stations had a field day showing the facial and body injuries. Politicians ranted and raved about violence in the media. Learned ladies spoke at great length on local television about the male culture of violence influencing young women through the movies and video games. Fucking bitches, if they had a clue! Luckily it blew over by the end of summer and I didn’t go to jail. However, I didn’t escape without some hits.

The savage fight seemed to shock Sanjani and Rita to their senses. Of course, Riya’s injuries played no small part in Sanjani’s change of heart. Somehow I got the blame, well maybe not blame. I think they were shocked at their capacity for savagery and ashamed of what they had done. Whatever the case, they decided that my bed was not where they wanted to be anymore. They wanted to put distance between the reality of what they had done voluntarily and the best way to do that was to put distance between me and them. I never heard from them again. Even my own savage daughters calmed down after that, at least for the rest of that summer.

But that is another story.