Strangers in the Night

Carmella Vs. Cleo A Battle Clan Diary



Unrepentant and unchecked decadence sadly subjects women to the many facets
of powerful men's sick fantasies; prostitution, pornography even violence
hence even folklore even tends to objectify them in the worst ways.


One of many such legends is the existence of a secret feminine combat
organization called The Battle Clan, a kind of a Fight Club for women
operating out of the Westheimer stripe in Houston Texas' west side.  It is
said that the organization is run by a 100-year-old billionaire called G-
Man and his best friend and assistant called Deacon.


 The girls are paid well for doing battle with each other they are examined
by health professionals before allowed to fight, there is no mortal combat
(fights to the death) and there are referees and security on sight.  They
have health insurance, scholarships and retirement plans and many other
benefits.  Some would say that is not a bad deal and a small price to pay
for beating each other bloody at the whim of a had full of degenerates who
are making infinitely more on side wagers with other powerful and wealthy
men.


Like all other Westheimer stories the truthfulness of the tale is a matter
of opinion because like most Westheimer stories there are probably at least
two versions.  But  the only real question here is what do you choose to
believe.


Deacon


Two women, taken to a secret undisclosed location in the middle of the
night to a remote building on the out skirts of town. Entering a small
brightly-lit room, both 5'4", 165lbs, 36-22-34, magnificently built biceps,
triceps, impeccable eight packs broad sinewy yet smooth shoulders, athletic
thighs and diamond shaped calves. Their differences: Carmella had honey
hued skin, short black curly hair, tea colored eyes, a narrow native
American nose, high cheek bones and a small mouth with pouty lips wearing a
black sequenced mini bikini showcasing her magnificent glutei. Cleo, a milk
chocolate hue, long finely braided locks, brown eyes, a small nose slightly
flared at the nostrils, full rounded cheek bones with a wide sexy mouth and
full African lips was wearing a red lace bikini underwear set with a g-
strig cut in the back revealing her sexy round muscular butt. They knew
nothing of each other except they would be evenly matched, that there would
be no live audience only cameras, that the combat would be hand to hand
wrestling only, no ref. no time limit, whoever walked out first, was the
winner. $200.00 to fight and $2000.00 for the winner.


Carmella was lead into the room first, she went to the opposite wall and
turned her back to it then Cleo enter the door shut behind her a buzzer
sounded and the rushed each other. Both were applying a tight headlock they
took semi squatting positions seeking an advantage. Twisting, bending,
straining muscularity solicited deep groaning as these small Amazons tested
each other's might and resolve. The back and forth of their bellicose dance
caused perspiration to trickle from every pore.  Carmela challenged Cleo by
hooking her leg Cleo accepted by engaging her leg. Interlocking their limbs
caused them to topple to the floor making a loud spanking sound upon
impact.  Neither woman wasted time as they quickly employed their other
legs creating a chocolate caramel swirl of muscularity glazed with sweat.
Carmella was on the bottom so she attempted a bridge against Cleo's pelvis
but to no avail because Cleo pressed her back to the floor.  Carmella
however managed to free her legs wrapping them around Cleo's waist and
began squeezing listening for Cleo to grunt. Cleo only gave a low moan then
cranked her headlock on tighter and buried her chin into Carmella's
cheekbone. No one gave in at this point they just moaned at the tensing of
their holds. Cleo worked her knees forward and to the sides of Carmella
then raised into a squat with Carmella still attached to her waist and
still in the clutches of her headlock then she launch forward crashing
Carmella's back into the nearest wall. Carmella bellow and dropped her
scissors hold but immediately she rams her foot into Cleo's vulva to hold
her off, Cleo was standing straddled above Carmella. Cleo was successfully
ejected and fell on her butt. Getting to their feet at the same time the
resumed the struggle immediately both hooking the other's head and crotch
seeking a slam. Cleo realizing that their strength was even pinched the
lower part of Carmella's moist exquisite powerful rump. Cleo seeking relief
from this exotic claw hold by stretching her leg backward while rotating
her butt to keep it from becoming numb. Cleo also applied the same pinch
hold to Carmella's vigorous glutei. Amid their squealing and grunting
cursing occurred as the suffering increased. Carmella drew close squatted
and muscled Cleo off the floor then delivered an awkward slam; she followed
her foe to the floor and latched on an intersecting headlock. Her body was
juxtaposed to Cleo's with her sexy legs straight and separated for
leverage; Cleo's face was pressed between Carmella's mighty forearm and he
copious bosom. Cleo's response was an erotic exhibition of contortionist
prowess; she enfolded her graceful yet potent thighs about Carmella's head,
Cleo's back hunched her hind end in the air her femininity exposed and
ancillary labium oscillating giving the appearance of gasping for air.
Every so often they would tighten their holds their sweaty limbs moving
centimeter by centimeter soliciting more feminine cries of distress than
before. No it was just a matter of who would pass out first; no one could
tell from their groaning not even the combatants could tell each woman just
held on hoping that the other would relent. "Oh F ()@%! Oh S#!%!" was heard
over and over again but it was not clear who it was coming from. Suddenly
Cleo's but and thigh began to shake furiously, her arms started twitching
and she began utter unintelligible vocal sounds as if to speak in tongues
accompanied by foaming at the mouth. Carmella began to shake Cleo like a
Pit Bull dog would a rag doll and then proceeded to drag Cleo around the
small room in her headlock her breast, abdominals and thighs stained with
Cleo's spittle, mucus and blood. A buzzer rang and Carmella dropped her
beaten foe then dropped to her knees exhausted, along side Cleo's twitching
body.


 After catching her breath Carmella made her way to the door and pounded on
 it vigorously the Battle Clan's medical staff entered the room to attend to
 them both after which they never saw one another again and they never knew
         each other's name they were just "strangers in the night".




G-Man