A Warrior’s Awakening
By Teez
Rhonda is introduced to fighting


Rhonda shivered slightly as the taxi sloughed through a sheet of water
illuminated by a passing street light. It was a miserable night, they were a
just a little late and for the umpteenth time forced herself to relax as she
contemplated their destination and the purpose of the journey. The man sitting
beside her hadn't said much but that was to be expected she supposed. There
really wasn't much left to be said anyway at this stage of the arrangements
and what there was could wait until they arrived at the private home where it
would take place.

The thought of Stacy and her partner rushing through the night for the same
purpose and to the same place sent another shiver of anticipation up her spine
and added to the heavy feeling in her stomach. It was to be expected of course
and in a way, enjoyable. Something that the man sitting beside her said all
the members of the group experienced when it came to participating in a sport
fight. The knowledge that Stacy would be experiencing the same feelings
excited her even more. Exhaling softly she knew she was anxious for them to
arrive at their destination and to let it begin.

The main part of the arrangement had been arrived at weeks earlier when their
partners had agreed on the basic ground rules for their meeting and the
committee had approved them. Then there had been the legal requirements and
since then, nothing but the intense training necessary to prepare her for this
evening.

Actually it had started much earlier as almost all of the private arrangements
did. In fact the groups main purpose was to encourage it to happen and after
that their only other priority was to ensure that the arrangements were
consummated as privately and discretely as possible. In the case of Stacy and
herself recruitment or persuasion hadn't been necessary. Both of them were the
physical equal of most of the men and all of the women in the group and
obviously anxious to prove it. In fact it had been those very qualities that
had provided the attraction between her and her companion to begin with.

They had met at a mutual friends house party, his name was Jack and although
he was shorter and of a slighter build than she favored, she sensed he was her
equal in everything else. In particular there had been a cruel and savage
quality about him that she had found very attractive and the feeling of
confrontation and challenge between them had been obvious to everybody and
especially themselves. When he called to ask her to dinner a few days later
she had immediately accepted the invitation.

She felt a smile creep across her face as she recalled just how bland the
early conversation must have been and just how specific it had turned as the
evening had progressed.

It was a small exclusive restaurant catering as she discovered to those
seeking unique diversions as well as good food. She had dressed simply in a
green sleeveless mini and heels specifically chosen to display her muscular
arms and legs to their best advantage. It had the desired effect she mused,
not only on Jack but on a select few of the rest of the group as well. Of
course she hadn't been aware of that aspect of the evening at the time, her
attention being focused on her new companion.

He had apparently anticipated her wearing a soft clinging body suit that
displayed his own muscular body as well as hers did her. And she remembered
thinking that here was a man with whom she might finally be able to be
herself. She couldn't remember what they talked about but it really hadn't
mattered since their after dinner entertainment quickly blotted everything
else out.

It had been over coffee and brandy that the center of the room was cleared.
She had watched with increasing interest and excitement as two female
assistants had erected a small fighting ring in the center of the room. Raised
slightly so everybody could see, it was about eight feet square, had three
strands and a stark simplicity to it that sent a shiver through her as she
contemplated it's purpose.

Suddenly conscious of Jack's intense interest in her reaction and unable to
contain her curiosity and she had turned to him for an explanation only to
have him direct her attention to the door.

Conscious of a rising level of excitement from the others in the room she
turned to look in the direction he had indicated. Two individuals, a male and
a female, were making their way through the tables and approaching the ring.
She felt her breath catch and then a surging shock of excitement and pleasure
as she fully realized why they were there and what she was about to see.

Except for brief leather g-strings, both of the newcomers were naked and there
couldn't be any doubt about what they were there for. Barefoot, their hands
taped into fists, they were obviously there to fight for their entertainment.

So intense was her interest that she barely noticed that Jack had moved his
chair around beside hers and had put his arm possessively around her shoulder.
"I don't know how you are going to react to this darling. It will probably get
pretty rough and if you don't want to see it we can go now." "No" she replied,
"no I really don't think I want to do that darling. I think you already know
that I want very much to see them fight and I think we both know that I don’t
mind it being as rough as possible." Letting her hand play lightly across his
cheek she laughed softly and whispered "tell me exactly what it's going to be
like darling, you know I'm dying to know."

Taking a moment to reply, it was apparent that he was as excited at the
thought of what they were about to see as she, he kissed her softly on the
cheek and said. "These are very private arrangements for a small select group
of us who find personal combat to be the ultimate challenge and can support
our tastes in any way we wish. The fights are usually mixed but frequently
there will be two women or occasionally two men who want each other and that's
good too. We prefer the small ring because it keeps the fighters at close
quarters and makes the sport of it much more intense. The fight itself is for
three extended rounds of all in fighting and all of it is recorded for later
uses." "You mean that they will be permitted to fight without anybody
interfering until one is finished?" she said. "Yes, does that bother you?"
Leaning close to him she gently nibbled the lobe of his ear and whispered
huskily. "No darling, it doesn't," and thinking quietly to herself thought, "
this is a private dream come true and I don't want to change or miss a bit of
it," Smiling to her self, she relaxed in her chair as she prepared to
experience her most erotic and treasured fantasy come true.

The ring was in place now and everybody's attention had turned to the fighters
as they slipped through the ropes and made their way proudly to opposite
corners. There they were joined there by the two female assistants who quickly
stripped off their own cloths and prepared to act as corner assistants. Rhonda
found the sight thrilling. Four powerful figures, stripped and eager to begin,
their obvious level of anticipation and excitement exhilarating and
accentuating her own.

The woman was introduced as Eve. A stocky woman, about 5 feet 10" and 180 lbs.
Very well developed in the arms and shoulders with small but well shaped
breasts, she looked very tough. The small leather g-string was drawn tightly
into her ass with the full bush of her womanhood protruding in profusion from
around the edges of the small covering. Rhonda particularly noticed her
nipples, enlarged and stiff with excitement, her rapid breathing and the faint
but obvious marks of previous battles that she appeared to display with pride.
When the second attendant introduced the male as Bruce, Rhonda noticed just
how evenly matched the two of them were. Slightly shorter and not as heavily
built his main strength appeared to be through his body and legs. As if to
confirm this Jack whispered "she's the puncher and will try to keep him up and
on the ropes for a slow finish. He'll try to get her down on the floor and use
his legs to keep her there where he can finish her. "I don’t care why they are
doing it" she whispered "but why are they?" "Because they want too" he replied
"and because the winner will get $25,000 dollars" he added.

By now all eyes were riveted on the spectacle about to unfold before them.
Both of the seconds had moved to stand briefly for the benefit of the cameras,
an arm around their appointed gladiator before slipping outside the ropes and
everybody savored the imminent beginning.

The male moved first, circling the ring and feinting at the woman just out of
his reach. Rhonda realized that she was holding her breath in anticipation at
the same time that the woman made her move. Lunging at the male as he passed a
corner she forced him back and drove her right fist into his lower belly.

Rhonda heard herself cry out in encouragement but her exultation was short
lived as he countered with a vicious uppercut to her left breast and followed
it up by driving his right knee solidly between her legs. She fell back with
an involuntary cry as he followed her across the ring driving her back against
the ropes with a flurry of blows to her breasts and body. Clinching she was
pinned against him, her nipples crushed against his chest as he pressed her
into the ropes his fists ripping alternate left’s and rights into her exposed
belly. Rhonda was entranced, mesmerized by the sight and sound of the
violence, she reveled in her secret dream come true and the fact that it was
happening was almost beyond her comprehension. She was suddenly aware of
Jack's hand caressing her thigh and experienced a surge of pleasure in the
knowledge that he was as excited as she was. Wrapping her arm possessively
around his neck she and in an excited whisper said, "This is the most exciting
thing that I could ever imagine." Are you sure he asked? "Yes and I want to do
it. I'm not sure that I'm ready to be there with someone like you darling, at
least not now, but I know I have to do it with somebody and soon." and
trailing her finger along the inside of his thigh added "and you know I want
you to watch me while I do it don't you?" Turning to her he raised his hand to
cradle her breast and kissing her softly on the lips whispered "it will happen
and it will be soon darling, I’ll make it happen and I’ll make sure that you
are ready for it when it happens."

Eagerly they returned their attention to the ring. The female had managed to
push the male away and was engaged in boxing him to the center of the ring.
Watching them spar Rhonda was again impressed with the evenness of the match
and the ferociousness of their fighting. She was bruised and bleeding slightly
from her left breast and from a heavy scratch on her belly while the male had
a slight cut above his right eye. Neither of them appeared tired though and
both were aggressively trying to find an opening in the others defense.

The male found it first as the female raised her aim and missed with a hard
right cross it left her vulnerable to a low looping uppercut that he drove
deep into her belly. The force of the blow turned her slightly to his left and
he followed it up with a right to her lower back that drove her to her knees.
Her cry of pain, amplified throughout the room by directional mics, indicated
that she was hurt but the response from the spectators was a groan from the
spectators mixed with cries of approval for his accomplishment. In fact Rhonda
suddenly realized that several of the excited spectators were standing and
urging him to get on her and finish her there on the floor.

Dropping onto her he forced her to her back on the canvas.

Quickly reversing himself, he wrapped his right arm beneath hers and forced
her right shoulder away. This exposed her lower body and permitted him to
drive his left fist into her as she tried vainly to protect herself. Rhonda
felt her mouth go dry with excitement as she watched the females futile
struggles as the male drove his fist repeatedly into her crotch and belly. In
desperation she arched her back, pushing him off balance and away from her as
he fell on his back beneath her. Quickly thrusting her knee between his legs
she forced her arms beneath his and throwing her elbows out forced his arms
away from his body before burying her face in the hollow of his neck where she
began to chew. Rhonda was struck by how much she appeared to be the predator
and cried out her encouragement as his screams and desperate struggle quickly
gave evidence of the success of her attack.

Rhonda was thrilled with the brutality, the raw savagery of it and when at
last the embracing pair broke apart she was pleased to see the woman's face as
red from her opponents blood as was the males neck. She knew beyond any doubt
that this was what she wanted for herself and with the thick heavy feeling of
excitement welling inside her she knew that this was where she would find it.
Until tonight her size, strength and inner feelings had always set her apart
but in this room, she knew she could find the competition and the ultimate
challenge that had up to now been missing.

Gaining their feet the two sweating fighters circled each other like two
animals who having tasted blood wanted more and were determined to get it.
Their concentration upon each other was total and Rhonda felt a calmness creep
over her as she realized that one of them would destroy the other, she wanted
to see that happen and knew that she was about to and nobody would interfere.
She knew she was ready for it and the feeling that she wouldn't be able to
control herself until it was over was almost overwhelming. Making a fist and
flexing her arm she felt the power of it flow through her as she let her
imagination provide her with the satisfaction of what it would feel like to
drive it into another's body. Instinctively she knew that she would want to
take it as freely as she herself gave it and the thought of waiting for it to
happen was almost more than she could bear. Suddenly aware of the unconscious
roll and movement of her hips as she anticipated it she tensed her thighs
together and spread the growing delicious wetness between her legs against
them.

The sound of fists striking firm flesh to be followed by grunts of pain and
frustration brought her back to the present and she returned to focus on the
activity in the ring before her. Both of the fighters were now dancing in the
center of the ring as they traded blows to each others bodies. The male, now
thoroughly bloodied about the mouth as well as the neck, was trying
desperately to fight the female off but with her superior body strength she
drove him back against the ropes. It was obvious that she was the better fist
fighter by the way he reacted to her attack but he returned almost as good as
he got and she had to work for every step of the advantage. When at last she
had backed him against the ropes she pressed in and with a savage display of
pure strength, drove first one fist and then the other into his lower body.
Rhonda, now moving slightly in time with the woman, felt the pleasure of first
one fist and then the other burying itself in his body. She felt herself
silently urge her to lower her blows and as if they had communicated, the
female drove a low right uppercut deep into the males thinly covered crotch.
His scream was drowned out by the cry from the excited crowd as they cheered
her on and Rhonda felt herself scream with them as he staggered back and
slipped into the corner. The female wasted neither time or her advantage and
quickly following sank slightly above him and drove her left knee fully into
his unprotected face. Driven back and partly out of the ring she followed up
by driving her right foot deep into his crotch and with a shrill scream of
pain he fell, sprawling to the floor outside the ring.

She was exultant. Throwing her powerful arms above her head and arching her
back she paraded proudly around the ring as the males second rushed to attend
to him. The small crowd went wild and Rhonda felt herself drawn from her seat
along with the rest as they rose to lustily applaud her performance. The
feeling of exhilaration was intense and moving away from Jack she moved closer
to the side of the ring where the female was standing. Just seeing her there ,
so close, her muscular body wet with sweat and smeared with blood, was
thrilling. She was conscious of another close by but her eyes were only for
the fighting woman standing proudly before her. Suddenly conscious that the
female was returning her gaze Rhonda motioned her and as she approached from
inside the ring exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement, "fabulous, you
darling, you are simply fabulous." Breathing heavily and shaking from the
exertion and excitement of the fight the other responded, "is this your
first?" "Yes" breathed Rhonda, "but it won't be my last." Still eagerly
gulping in air the other smiled and said, "I hope not, I"d enjoy watching you
here were our places reversed" and with that she turned and let her attendant
begin to towel her off and attend to the damage.

Conscious that Jack had watched and listened to their exchange Rhonda returned
somewhat unsteadily to her seat and taking a moment to compose herself
whispered, "This has to happen like this for me darling. I'm sure that you can
arrange it with somebody that you would like to match with me can't you?"
Pausing for a moment to collect himself he pulled her close as he replied
softly. "I've already made some of those arrangements darling. It just remains
for you both to accept the terms of the contract and prepare yourselves
physically for the fight". Unable to speak she could only mumble her reply and
question "when"? "Soon" he murmured, "very soon. It will be a the first match
for both of you." Almost numb with emotion and unable to say more she turned
her attention along with his to watch the preparations for the second round.

Rhonda was conscious of her companion talking as she savored the thought of
what he had said and only dimly heard him explain that the ejection of one of
the fighters constituted a loss of a round to the ejected fighter. Listening
further she heard him continue, "the second round is usually longer because
it's harder fought and if there is a third one, and there almost always is,
it's the longest." "Why" she inquired?" " Because the winning fighter can
usually prevent the loser from exiting the ring and control how long the fight
lasts" he replied. Running her hand possessively through his hair Rhonda
sighed softly with pleasure and murmured breathlessly, "good, I hope she kills
the son of a bitch and I hope she takes all night to do it."

Their attention was diverted as they heard the others applaud the re-entrance
of the male to the ring. Still doubled over and limping slightly he climbed
through the ropes to stand glaring at the female from his corner. His
attendant wiped his face one last time and whispered encouragement to him
before slipping through the ropes to take her place in his corner. It was
evident that this was all the signal that was needed for the two of them to
re-engage as both of them moved cautiously from their corners to begin the
second round.

The female moved first, attacking his head on with a flurry of blows that
appeared to do little damage and which the male avoided by covering up and
standing his ground. Jack leaned over to whisper. "She made a mistake I think.
She should have done more damage in the first when she had the chance."
"Maybe," murmured Rhonda, "she sure looks like she can do what she wants to
with him from what I see." "Maybe, we'll see" said Jack.

Their comments had no sooner been exchanged when the male mounted a swift
attack with a flurry of blows to the females head and breasts. Quickly
slipping inside her guard he drove a right to her unprotected ribs and then
followed it with a slashing left that opened a deep cut to her right cheek.
This was followed with his forearm and elbow which smashed into her right eye.
Dazed and bleeding freely from the cheek and eye she had no choice but to
retreat and he was quick to press his advantage. In the small ring it was only
a step before he had her cornered and again he pressed in. Standing off to
prevent her from getting a wrestling hold he demonstrated his own skill as a
boxer with repeated and accurate blows to the head and body. After a few
moments she recovered somewhat but it was obvious that she still was on the
defensive. Rhonda found herself watching the exchange somewhat dispassionately
but that soon changed to cries of encouragement as the female lashed out in an
effort to escape the ropes. Only partially successful the two of them were
again in the center of the ring but the exchange of blows had now become more
equal and intense as they both mounted savage attacks on the other. Rhonda
became conscious that she was holding her breath at the sight and sound of the
two magnificent creatures fighting toe to toe and slowly exhaling let her
other senses take in the spectacle. It was delicious she thought. The two of
them, one male the other female, evenly matched, matching their magnificent,
almost naked bodies against each other in a no quarter given fight to the
finish for an enthusiastic and appreciative audience. They were so close to
each other and the deadly movement of their muscular bodies was beautiful as
they struggled to defeat the other. Rhonda felt a thrilling rush as she
savored the sight of their powerful arms driving bloody fists into each
other's flesh. The sound of their harsh breathing and grunts of effort and
pain along with that of their fists meeting hard flesh only served to
accentuate the experience.

The contest had become more even now but just when Rhonda thought that the
female had regained the advantage she lost her balance and the male lashed out
with a two handed clubbing that drove her to the floor. Half of the spectators
cheered and the other half screamed but it was too late. The sheer brutality
of what followed made Rhonda want to go to her aid but she knew that wasn't
possible as she waited for what was to follow.

Falling on her with his knees the male drove his fist into the side of her
head and then followed by bringing his fist back to club her from the other
side. Pausing to savor his handiwork he glanced briefly at the crowd and his
blood stained mouth breaking into a grin began his next assault on the female.

Rhonda knew that she would be stunned and almost defenseless at this point but
again knew that there wasn't anything that she would do about it even if she
could and had to admit that she would want it that way too. She knew
instinctively that if it were she under the male she would react as the female
was by accepting the situation and fighting to overcome it without
interference.

Jack for his part had said very little but she could see that he was urging
the male on to even greater acts of violence and couldn't help but chide him
lightly for it. He turned and harshly replied. "I told you that she made a
mistake in the first. When she had the chance she should have hurt him more
than she did and now she can pay for it" Secretly Rhonda was forced to agree
and silently she turned her attention to the ring where the next assault was
about to take place.

Both of the fighters were now glistening with sweat, their hair matted to
their heads and their bodies smeared with the bloody evidence of their
efforts. The male had dropped beside her now and slipping his left arm around
her neck in a reverse headlock he forced her body away from his to expose her
belly. Wrapping his powerful legs around her lower right thigh and
strengthening his hold on her neck he began to stretch her body to take the
punishment that he had in mind.

Rhonda felt a quick intake of breath and uttered an involuntary cry as it
became obvious what was to happen next and the renewed struggles of the female
indicated that she did too. Trying to thrust her body back over him she
frantically reached out with her left arm and grasped his arm as he drove his
fist into the soft triangle displayed before him. His grunt of satisfaction
blended with her cry of pain and was echoed by the cries of encouragement from
the crowd as he struggled to display her for the second blow.

Rhonda, breathing carefully, was somewhat surprised at her own reaction to the
situation the female was in and she glanced about her uncertainly to see how
the rest of the small crowd were reacting. A few appeared to be experiencing
her own feelings but most of them, both male and female, were lustily urging
the male on to do even greater damage. One woman in particular, a large, blond
woman at the next table was standing and staring in rapt attention, her eyes
eagerly drinking the sight of what was taking place in front of her and
oblivious to anything else. Rhonda felt a soft thrill wash over her as she
thought, "it's her first time too," before returning her attention to the
ring. Then feeling herself also drawn from her seat she rose and with a
defiant cry began shouting encouragement to the struggling female.

By now the two struggling bodies were so tightly entwined that they appeared
as one, almost in a lovers embrace. Their powerful, muscled bodies glistening
with sweat and the gore of their sport the two of them were aware of nothing
other than themselves. Rhonda noticed that the male was bleeding badly now and
saw that the female was chewing savagely into his side in the only area left
to her as she struggled vainly to escape the reverse headlock that drove her
face into his ribs. Twisting frantically in an effort to avoid her attack he
grasped her left thigh and with a powerful thrust of his arm, drove her left
leg high above her head and locked it behind his own.

The reaction from the crowd was immediate and intense. His target was
presented for all to see and their collective sigh of anticipation was plainly
audible as they awaited the males next move. Holding her thighs apart with his
head and legs and unable to see his target he wasted no more time than was
necessary to secure his hold before he began. His right arm flexed , his
concentration intense, he drove his right fist again and again into the
increasingly bloody crevice between her powerful thighs. Rhonda was conscious
of her own sharp intake of breath as the directional mics picked up the sound
of the impact from each blow, his grunt of satisfaction and her desperate
cries as they were driven into her unprotected cunt.

Her screams now pierced the rapt silence of the onlookers and provoked a sigh
of satisfaction as the brutal savagery of the sight set in. Rhonda stared,
fascinated, as the male rolled the female further over forcing her more fully
onto her back. His head still trapping her left leg he prepared her for his
next assault.

Filled with anguish, her hand running distractedly through her shoulder length
hair, she made an unconscious move in the direction of the pair only to be
held back by the man beside her. "He'll kill her" she cried and was only dimly
aware of the others crying for just the opposite as shouts of "kill her, mount
the bitch and finish her" rang out. At the table beside her, the blond, rising
from her chair, her face contorted in an expression of lusty pleasure screamed
"tear the bitches cunt out you darling, for me!"

It was as if they were alone in the in the small noisy room. The two of them
glanced quickly at each other, both now fully conscious of each other.
Instinctively sensing the implications of each others presence and
experiencing the rush of pleasure and excitement that it brought, they paused
before returning their attention to the violence taking place before them.

The male had managed to achieve his objective and the females head now faced
upward with her chin almost touching the back of his shoulder. Her teeth no
longer a threat he bridged her again stretching her powerful body almost to
the breaking point and, pausing only a moment to relish the moment, began to
drive repeated blows to her more fully exposed breasts, belly and cunt. Almost
in a frenzy of lust to destroy her he raked and gouged his roughened fist
between her legs and across her breasts and belly between each punching
thrust. Tearing the raw, rough fabric across her flesh opened old cuts and
created new ones and he purposefully loosened his headlock with each blow so
that the females screams could continue to be heard along with his
appreciative exclamations of satisfaction, all amplified by the directional
mics, as each blow was driven home. It was joined with the softer background
noises of approval and encouragement from the avidly watching audience.

Rhonda, feeling that the females situation was hopeless, still somehow knew
that the fight was far from over. She only hoped that the female could somehow
free herself from the punishing hold and escape the ring to recover enough to
permit a third and deciding round.

Almost as the thought was formed the female, in a superb display of power and
concentration, managed to roll her tormenter onto his side and forcing his
head to her belly, wrenched her own head from the devastating headlock.
Weakened from the punishment she had taken she knew that her advantage would
be short lived and rather than risk him again on the floor, tried to gain the
relative safety of the ropes.

She almost made it but he, although tiring from the heavy fisting to her body,
managed to catch her before she could exit the ring and pressed her against
the ropes.

Obviously not wanting to make the same mistake that she had he wasted no time
before pressing his advantage and began driving his knee repeatedly between
her bloody legs. Then forcing her arms over the ropes to support her he began
his next attack.

Almost lovingly he began to finish her with one well placed fist after another
working into her exposed body. Beating a pattern from the vee of her womanhood
to her thrusting breasts, the blows not so hard so as to prolong his attack,
the male began to slowly and precisely beat the female to destruction. The
directional mics, the volume louder now, captured each blow, her screams and
grunts of pain and amplified them for the appreciation of the group
surrounding the ring.

Rhonda, now almost in a trance, forced her eyes away from the spectacle and
looked around to see the reaction of the other members of the group. Noticing
them for the first time as individuals she recognized that they appeared to be
in many respects, very much like herself and her companion. Most were couples
in their 30's or 40's, although there were more than a few single females
present, either alone or coupled with another and all appeared to be both
physically and mentally capable of participating in as well as observing the
proceedings. Indeed their single most common attribute appeared to be their
strong physical presence and their appreciative and uninhibited attention that
they were paying to the savage struggle taking place before them. Rhonda
noticed that most, including the unknown blond beside her, were dressed much
as she and displaying their physical capabilities as proudly and comfortably
as she was. Two in particular, a black couple on the other side of the room
caught her attention and she forced herself to turn her attention to them and
away from the slaughter taking place before her.

The female was the one Rhonda found her self focusing on and to her surprise
she found that the other was just as intently watching her. Solid and well
muscled, her coal black skin had a sweat sheen gloss to it that Rhonda was
suddenly conscious of experiencing herself. She knew that the soft overhead
lights would display her in the same way and she knew instinctively what the
other woman was experiencing and thinking. It was only for a moment before
there attention was returned to the arena before them but Rhonda was conscious
of her attention and returned the knowing smile that the woman had obviously
directed at her.

The moment broken, the anguished screams of the female returned her attention
to the struggle before. The male had moved above her now, his left arm around
her neck forcing her even further over the top rope as his body started to
mount hers to gain the position he desired. Close, they were very close and
his right fist couldn't miss as he drove it fully to her belly for the first
time and then again and again. Again, slowly and without full force, the blows
were meant to punish and prolong the torment and not to finish it and the
crowd voiced it's approval almost unconsciously with their short cries of
satisfaction. Rhonda found herself surprised but she drank in the sight of the
two of them bound in their struggle together and let it etch itself in her
mind. The females body was now stretched to it's limit across the ropes, her
breasts thrusting upward to accept their punishment as the male bent her back,
powerless to protect herself. His face mirroring his satisfaction with their
positions, devoid of mercy, taking pleasure in the punishment he was giving to
the female. Rhonda found it an exciting sight, the two of them together, alone
in their agony and exultation and could not help but admire the males splendid
body arched above his opponents, his Huge arousal swelling beyond the confines
of the leather strip between his legs and nodded in silent agreement as she
realized that his efforts were having the same effect on him as it was having
on the rest of the room.

Slowly releasing the pressure of his arm around her neck he brought his right
fist up to caress her exposed left breast before drawing back only enough to
drive it fully into the turgid nipple with an excited cry of satisfaction.

Her scream rose above the crowds exclamation and pausing only long enough to
savor it the male lowered his fist to slowly caress his next target. Her
struggles were much weaker now and as the urging of the crowd grew louder and
stronger he drew back only far enough to drive his fist deep between her
bloody legs. Again and again he fisted her crotch, his body unconsciously
mounting hers, as he tightened his hold around her neck.

Her gurgling screams were no longer audible over the growing cries of
excitement from the crowd and Rhonda found herself rising from her seat with
the rest of the spectators to witness her finish. It was hot now, very hot and
sweat had glued her dress slickly to her body. She was conscious of Jack
behind her and the blond woman beside her as they approached the ropes. The
faces and expressions of those surrounding the ring were without exception the
same, hard, excited, smelling the blood and scenting the finish but it was not
to be. Loosening her right arm, the female thrust it between the males legs
and with an upward lunge, threw his out of the ring to the floor beyond before
slumping to the canvas and crawling beneath the ropes to safety.

The overheated crowd erupted in a spontaneous roar of approval and Rhonda
found herself pressed against the blond woman at the edge of the ring by the
other's around them. She reveled in the feel of the hot, solid body pressing
against her own, the smell of her sweat and the fragrance of her womanhood
rich to her nostrils and she gloried in their closeness. Suddenly the sight of
what was taking place before them was not as important as it had been the
moment before and as if by common assent they drew each other close with their
arms around each others waist and let the weight of their male companions
press them both together against the ring ropes. It lasted only a moment but
it had been more than enough time for them to communicate their innermost
feelings to one another and as the watching crowd moved back and they
separated their faces mirrored the intense emotional pleasure they were
experiencing.

Rhonda knew. It was obvious to her that the other woman felt like she did and
she knew that they were both determined to find it here. Returning to her seat
and trying to control her growing excitement Rhonda boldly returned the
other's gaze as the two of them began their mutual challenging appraisal.

It was obvious that the other was as intently interested in the inspection as
she as she lounged about to face her stretching her body out to it's full
length to display it. She knew instinctively that they were equals, knew the
other felt the same and raising her arms above her head she clasped her hands
together and flexed her body, slowly and powerfully, for the other's benefit.
She knew the effect she was having as she watched the flush of the others face
as she responded to her overture. As she continued to slowly flex her arms,
her pelvis unconsciously matching the movement, she felt the first vicarious
thrill of contact as she imagined the other within their grasp.

As if in answer the blond responded. Never taking her eyes from Rhonda's she
slowly raised her powerful right leg and softly stroked her muscular thigh as
she slowly pulled the bottom of her sweat soaked skirt above the hip to reveal
the profuse, swelling womanhood, protruding from between her powerful legs. It
was an intimate and awesome response and cocking her fist she flexed her own
arm in acceptance of their challenge.

It was a total physical and sensual exhilaration that Rhonda had never
experienced before and accentuated by the knowledge that it was the same for
the other it allowed both of them to wrap their most secret desires into each
others consciousness. Neither one of them wanted the moment to end as their
eyes devour the other. Two big hungry, heated cats, letting their imaginations
run wild with the possibilities of their newly discovered awareness. The
sounds of the room faded as they let themselves imagine the pleasure and
excitement of meeting a challenge with the other in the small square ring
before them. The thought of hitting and being hit in front of the frenzied
crowd, the two of them locked in a fight that only one could win was
intoxicating and almost more than she could bear. Here was the promise of a
fulfillment that had eluded her for so long.

If hadn't been for Jack softly whispering in her ear she really didn't know
what might have happened. In a way she knew she resented the intrusion, the
theft of their precious moment but as she let the broader implications of the
experience take root and flood her conscious, she forced herself to return to
the present and experience it's fulfillment.

By now the experience had eliminated any inhibitions that the audience might
have had and she noticed with pleasure that almost without exception they were
giving rein to their pleasure and passion in a very physical ways.

Most were on their feet, pressing closer to the ring and encouraging the
female to return. The male relaxed, standing with his back to his corner as
his second wiped the blood from his face and toweled his body with a damp
cloth. He looked rather splendid Rhonda thought. Confidently lounging on the
ropes waiting for his opponent to recover so that he could continue the
punishment that he wanted to mete out to her. His body bore the marks of their
struggle, bruised and bloody, scratches about his face and a puffiness about
the eye and mouth but there could be no doubt that he was as eager to get back
at her as the select audience was for him to do it.

Rhonda let her attention wander to them now and again marveled at their
appearance and apparent attitudes that brought them together that evening. She
was conscious of the heat now, and the closeness of the room which only
accentuated it. Soft silk clothing clung revealingly to their bodies. Excited
women, their escorts pressed close, eagerly flaunted their powerful sexuality
as they moved among each other and Rhonda was sure that hers was not the only
challenge answered that night. Her eyes alight, Rhonda’s finger unconsciously
toyed with her breast her fingers teasing the nipple as she stared excitedly
at the male fighter and surveyed the room. Totally immersed in her imagined
reality she felt Jack’s hand slip between her legs, caressing the hard meat of
her thigh as he interrupted her thoughts and directed her attention to a scene
taking place several feet away.

It was the first time that she had noticed them. Two women indulging in their
own thoughts of violence while a third, an excited and animated "Deb" fueled
their imaginations with suggestions of a future that could include only one of
them. Almost naked, her dress now open fully down the front, her full breasts
swelling thrusting through the parted material as she pressed against one and
then the other as she urged them on. Instinctively Rhonda knew that events so
far were only a prelude to the private violence that would take place. The two
of them were going to fight for she thought. She noticed that they were
similarly attired beneath their now almost discarded dress's and marveled at
the sight of them. Both older than their companion, in their late forties to
early fifties, they sported the tight leather thong outfits favored for
fighting. Barely containing their thick, lush pussies they did nothing to
conceal their breasts. In fact the costume seemed designed to do just the
opposite as it supported their fullness and almost defiantly presented them
for display to the other. It was apparent by their actions that their
aggression was increasing and equally apparent that the Deb was as excited
about it as they were. Looking at Jack, her eyes asking a silent question, he
responded. "For some of us this is only the first part of the evenings
experience. After this is decided others will follow, equally interesting but
in more private settings for just the participants and perhaps a few of their
invited guests. Those two will retire to a previously reserved suite and
decide who shall possess that little darling with them". "Woman on woman",
Rhonda breathed. "That would be very exciting darling. I don't imagine that
we"re invited but I would certainly like to see what it's like for two of us,
if you know what I mean?"

"I'll see if it can be arranged" he said after a few moments as the noise from
the others announced the return of the female to the ring. "I think there are
at least two others that would like to see a second fight this evening and I'm
rather sure that those three won't mind".

Rhonda only partially heard him as she focused her attention on the female
slipping through the ropes on the other side of the ring. Never had she seen
such a beautiful creature. Powerful, proud and willing to risk it all in a
brutal, one on one struggle with an equal whether it be a male or a female.
Her hair had been re-tied in a loose pony tail to keep it out of her face and
a light oil had been applied to her injuries. Other than that she stood before
them as she had left, her powerful body proudly displayed, glaring at her
opponent lounging in the opposite corner.

Rhonda couldn't take her eyes off her. From her carved, rock, hard thighs to
her muscular belly and swelling biceps she was a vision of what she wanted to
be. The thought that she was here, ready and more than willing to do this with
another, particularly a male, was almost more than she could comprehend. She
felt a strange but strong feeling of pride as she watched her move out of her
corner to engage the male. Secretly she knew that if she killed him she
wouldn't be either shocked or disappointed.

The rest were mostly silent now. What soft sounds they did make were nothing
more than background noise to the sound system as they watched the final act
about to be played out before them.

The male moved first. Feinting with his right he tried to crowd her to a
corner but she was ready for him and threw a left that glanced off his
shoulder before they broke apart. The crowd, much more partisan now, urged
their respective champions on with strangely muted cries of encouragement. It
was almost as if they didn't want to disturb the rhythm of the scene taking
place before them.

He moved, again feinting with his right. He rushed her and drove his left into
her belly. The force of his blow carried him into her and even as her grunt of
pain was broadcast to the room she twisted sideways and rebounding from the
ropes, forced him away from her and into the center of the ring. Maintaining
her momentum she followed him out and beat a light series of thrusts to his
head as he tried to stay away from the ropes.

Dancing about, deadly serious and very much aware of what was at stake, they
plotted their next attack. More cautious, not eager to commit a fatal mistake,
their movements were almost conservative compared to their earlier
engagements. Short jabs, an occasional hook that did little or no damage, they
shuffled closer together within the small confines of the ring and waited for
opportunity to strike.

Confident of his recent success the male again moved to take the fight to the
female. Rushing with little regard for caution he targeted her head and in a
blinding flurry of activity, forced her to retreat to a corner. The crunching
sound of the onslaught filled the room as the sound was adjusted to capture
the final moments. Her cries were no longer grunts of pain but rather
exaggerated whimpers and sobs of frustration as he drove his fists
triumphantly into her flesh. Lowering his aim he concentrated on her lower
body as he started the finish that he and the watching crowd desired.

The female could do little else other than to cover up and hope for her own
opportunity. Her body rocked from one side to the other she was in real danger
of not being able to extricate herself from her corner prison and suffering
the defeat that all expected.

The male was exultant. Blood poured from his previous wounds and from recent
ones as well but the scent of victory was almost upon him. He ignored it all
and concentrated on his final assault.

Rhonda felt as if she were in another place as she witnessed the destruction
taking place before her. While she wanted the female to prevail, passionately
in fact, she knew she respected the brutal, ruleless struggle for what it was
and would support the outcome whatever that might be. The thought occurred to
her, only briefly and somewhat to her surprise that she could even support the
ultimate outcome if that was where their struggle ended. She appreciated the
fact that both had entered the ring intent only on destroying the other. They
had asked for help or favor and expected none in return. They asked only for
the opportunity to destroy the other and experience the satisfaction the
experience would bring. Rhonda sensed the others felt the same, would not
interfere and also that it could be no other way in this place that she found
her self. It was with a sense of relief that she accepted this and with now
with a more dispassionate view she returned her attention to the two in the
ring before her.

Abandoning all pretense of protection the female lashed back at the male.
Desperately pushing him away, fending off a right to the face with her
shoulder, she waded into him with a wild hook to his crotch that left him
sagging on the middle rope. Rhonda could see his eyes, glazed and unseeing and
knew that it had been a wildly lucky hit. Watching him there on the ropes,
frantically trying to recover his senses before the female could follow up the
attack, she knew that the course of the fight might again have changed.

The female sensed it too and pressing her advantage rushed the ropes and threw
herself against the male in an effort to hold him there. Having no other
thought than to survive she delivered fists to any part of his body that she
could reach. It was primitive. Their sweat slick, bloody bodies pressed
together on the lower ropes as each tried desperately to fist the other into
oblivion.

Rhonda was entranced. Her eyes devoured the sight of them. She felt the carnal
thrill of pleasure run through her as she admired them in their struggle. She
knew it didn't matter anymore who prevailed, only that one of them would and
that it would be terribly decisive. Hungrily she watched their arms piston
fists blindly into each other and savored the power of their beautiful bodies
as they moved ever tighter into their final deadly embrace.

Almost exhausted the female broke free and pushed herself unsteadily to the
center of the ring. Drained, gasping for air and bleeding profusely from the
numerous injuries that the fight had cost her she staggered to a corner to
regain her strength. Rhonda could only marvel at her. Still powerful, the
equal of the male, she knew the female was ready to complete the contract.

The male was moving now too, trying to extricate himself from the ropes and
somewhat unsure about how he wanted to continue. Sensing this the female
summoned up a last wellspring of energy and moving to his side forced him
weakly back to the center of the ring.

Pandemonium reigned throughout the small arena. They all sensed the end and
rose to witness it. Rhonda found herself again pressed tightly against the
blond, only now their thoughts were only on the spectacle before them as they
crowded to the edge of the ring to witness the kill.

Again she felt a carnal wave of pleasure wash over her as she felt herself
pressed among the others as they crowded against the ropes. There she was, the
female, exhausted but still deadly, facing her opponent who was now too
disoriented and weakened to present the defense required. Rhonda thrilled as
she drove her first blow with deliberate precision to his ribs and followed it
with a soft hook to his face. Instinctively she knew the female didn't want
him to fall, just to drive him back so that she could enjoy a bit longer the
payback that his earlier victories had earned her.

Staggering to the edge of the ring he rested his arm over the top rope as he
tried to fend her off with his other arm but she easily moved in to stand
against him. The spectators were now away from their tables, out of the dark
of the room and gathered under the bright ring lights that bathed the fighters
in a soft glow of perspiration. All of them, without exception, were
mesmerized by what was taking place before them. Rhonda could see no more
mercy in their faces than she knew there was in hers and felt as one as they
cried out for the female to finish him.

Moving about the ring now the female did little more than prevent the male
from leaving it as she regained a measure of her strength. Rhonda could hear
an excited murmur as several of spectators speculated or voiced a preference
for the females intentions and she compare them to her own thoughts as she
glanced about the room. Forcing her body to relax she waited for the end.

Sufficiently recovered now, her belly hard with renewed determination and her
powerful arms pumped for the final assault, the female cautiously moved into
the male for the last time. Rhonda felt Jack's hard presence close behind her
and thought briefly how strange it was that she had thought so little of his
presence until now, and then the female drove her fist into the males belly.

Doubling over he coughed up blood which sprayed across her thighs. but she,
moving quickly to prevent his collapse, put her arms under his and held his
erect.

They stood there, both together, he sagging in her arms as she steadied him
until he moved to escape her embrace. Letting him go the female moved quickly
to a crouch before him and waiting only long enough for those watching to
appreciate it before driving her right fist into the males chest. Pausing, she
followed it with another right that crunched across his face spewing blood and
spit. Before moving close to press him against the ropes.

Nudging his arms in back and over the ropes she almost caressed him as she
stepped back for the end. Everybody sensed it, wanted it and with a cry of
encouragement, demanded it. Thus done, she provided it.

First one and then the other. A fist to his belly followed by another to the
face. The males lips were lacerated, his nose clearly broken, and the ring red
with the evidence of it. The female still in no hurry, appreciated her
situation and obviously determined to enjoy. Rhonda felt only for a moment
that the female really could experience the ultimate victory because there was
obviously no one to prevent it from happening.

It continued. Harder now, her rage awakened, the female beat a slow but
deliberate pattern of blows to the males body. First to the body and then the
face and occasionally a long deliberate fist to his crotch. Each one creating
a spray of spit, blood, sweat and eventually vomit that covered her as well as
the male. She continued on, obviously reveling in the experience.

He was to weak to scream now and could only moan as she worked herself and the
spectators to the final frenzy of physical destruction.

Standing back, her body gleaming with the bloody sweat of battle, she loosed
his arms from the ropes and to the cheers of the crowd, let him fall to the
floor.

It was over. The female was the victress and as she raised her arms raised in
victory, the crowd voiced their approval. Rhonda felt complete for the first
time in her life and unashamed of the emotions that the experience had
unleashed. She cheered as much for herself as for the savagery of the female
parading proudly about the ring before them. Her face and breasts covered with
blood intermingled with sweat, it glistened under the lights as she let the
crowd admire her for one last moment before she left the ring.

Perhaps she did it deliberately but as she moved through the crowd of
spectators she again caught Rhonda's eye and as she passed, reached out and
held her in a brief close embrace. Only for a moment they held each other. One
naked, hot and tired from a physical struggle of epic proportion, the other
exhausted from watching it. Rhonda gloried in her closeness, the smell of her
sweat and sex, the blood and pain. Softly she murmured, "next time you will be
me". The other, holding her closely for a moment replied, "I'll be there".