Emily's Birthday Treat By Beta Man It was going to be Emily's 30th birthday tomorrow, and she had made a decision as to how she would spend her last day of her twenties. She was going to a Fight club. She told us about this a few days before the night, and with such an earnest expression on her face, that the the five of us decided to go along to provide moral support, and possibly try to persuade her to change her plans. Of the five of us, four, including Tash, had previously dated Emily, and it was testimony to her sweet nature that we still remained friends, but tonight it was her sweet nature that was a concern. Only Bridget had not dated Emily, she was dating Spike, even though at times he still appeared smitten with Emily We all thought that this evening was out of character for Emily, but knew that there was little point in trying to dissuade her once she made her mind up. We knew she was aerobics fit, but this was a whole different physical test. We were obviously concerned that she could get hurt, but between Spike, Steve and myself we were sure that we would be able to intervene if necessary. Arriving at the club it was surprising to see the rules so prominently displayed. Reading them however provided us with fresh concerns. It stated that all people attending for the first time must fight. That fights could be mixed gender. And that fights could only stop with either a knockout or an agreed submission. We thought it best to decide that Bridget and Tash could fight each other. Steve and Spike would fight, and that myself, as the only one with any boxing experience, and Emily, would take our chances with strangers in the ring. Our next surprise was the fighting area itself which I had imagined would be a warehouse facility, but instead was a quirky cafe/bar with an actual boxing ring in it. Rather than rows of chairs there were tables, sofas, even the occasional chaise longue. The small crowd seemed a little more bohemian and quirky than I had imagined. Where I had expected a lot more shaven heads and testosterone, a lot of the crowd looked dressed for a costume drama, and there was also a lot of leather, lace and latex on display. Now that I looked closely it looked to me as though a lot of the ladies in the crowd had the demeanour of off duty dominatrixes. The few men that I noticed seemed subjugated, bound or caged even. Certainly two women were using a couple of men as footstools. While this development gave me cause for concern, Steve and Spike both seem delighted. They had decided not to fight each other but to choose women that they might enjoy fighting as opponents. We were invited to queue up with the other fighters, so that the new fighters might pick their opponents. It turned out that we were the only three men looking to fight that night, and it was surprising how all of the women were keen to fight us. Taking a sneaky look many of the women were stunning and had clearly decided on either a lingerie or bondage look, neither of which seem practical, and I found myself puzzled as to how these fights would play out. I would certainly feel unsure about using boxing skills on any of the women I'd seen so far. But then it became obvious that there are some strong women amongst those here. A muscular blonde paired off against Spike, a brunette with an impressive six pack picked Steve, and an Asian amazon picked myself. I'wasn't aware of any of our women being matched just yet. The final few ringside seats are taken up by statuesque women, dressed provocatively in heels and expensive lingerie. A couple of them even appear to have whips by their side. Spike is called to the ring, as is his opponent, Magda. Spike is just above six foot tall and appears to tower over her by a good five inches, he still keeps in good shape and is extremely competitive, but once stripped to his borrowed trunks, he almost looks vulnerable next to her. She has a muscularity which makes me fear a little bit for his safety. He is too busy play acting and smack talking that he doesn't see just what strength she possesses, he just sees an attractive blond in a skimpy, eye catching, sky blue two piece. It is only when she appears to absent mindedly flex her biceps that he takes pause for thought. >>From where I'm sitting however it is clear that her biceps are typical of just how powerful and muscular her whole body is, I can certainly see the strength in her legs and stomach too. Spike needs to be wary, but all I can hear is him threatening to "own her bony ass". I wish he had my perspective as their was nothing bony about Magda's marvellous rear. Magda decides it's time to give a little smack talk back. She steps forward until they are just inches away, she ties her blonde hair back in a ponytail, all the time maintaining eye contact. "Run for the hills little boy, and don't stop. I'm going to make you very sore and every time you move tomorrow you'll be reminded how I owned your bony ass", I was ten metres away and I was scared, so I can only imagine how intimidated Spike must have been feeling. As soon as the bell went Magda was as good as her word. She reached her hands forward, so that Spike could test his strength, and within seconds she had forced him down on to his knees. She had effectively made her point. Spike looked bewildered as to what to do next, once she'd released his hands, but it didn't matter, Magda clearly had a plan. She slapped Spike and watched him fall over on to the canvas. From there she picked him up and lifted him above her head. The crowd cheered as she walked around the ring smiling. "Shall I ?", she called to the crowd, before turning Spike upside down and piledriving him into the canvas. Spike cried out in agony. I realised that while we had a plan for helping Emily, we hadn't thought we would need one for Spike. There he lay on the canvas clearly defeated, but Magda was only just starting, she immediately performed a reverse headscissors on him. His head, like her shorts, seemed to be getting eaten by her majestic ass, which seemed to rise and fall with each painful squeeze she inflicted. It was a sight to behold, and, embarassingly, I found myself almost feeling envious of the position Spike had found himself in, though this was tempered by the screams of pain that punctuated each squeeze. Magda patted her magnificent rear, and asked Spike, "how are you enjoying owning this bony ass". His reply was lost in the next squeeze. She positioned herself so as to be lying on top of him, her legs started to wrap around his in a grapevine. Again you could see the power and muscularity that she was applying, and could only imagine just how that tearing would feel for Spike, already broken and beaten. Suddenly Steve shouted, "Stop it, clearly you've won, leave him be". It was a plaintive and affecting plea, but Magda gave a scornful laugh, before suggesting Steve 'come and save him'. You could see Steve weigh up whether he should, but common sense got the better of courage and he stayed rooted to his seat. Magda's smile mocked him. I was so scared for Spike, I'd forgotten about Bridget and how she must be feeling seeing her partner being beaten. When I checked however she seemed to be enjoying it, a smile spread across her face. Emily and Tash too seemed to be rooting for Magda, cheering each painful move she put on Spike. Magda had stood up and had lifted Spike's head up through her thighs where she placed them before squeezing. She was standing directly in front of me and adopting a double bicep pose, while Spike's head turned purple between her thighs. I thought at first that she was looking directly at me, but it was Emily she was looking at. I watched Emily smiling and then nodding at Magda, who opened her legs and let Spike drop to the canvas. From there she grabbed both arms and pulled them backwards while placing her foot between his shoulder blades. Spike screamed again. Slowly she leant backwards, until it was clear Spike had passed out through pain. With that Magda lifted him up over her shoulder and carried him to the ringside where he was draped over the top rope. Bridget was suddenly in the ring standing beside Magda, who made a show of taking Bridget in her arms and kissing her passionately. I looked from the ring to Emily, who was giddily clapping. When I looked back at the ring Magda was removing Spike's shorts and Bridget held a wooden paddle in her hand. Suddenly she started spanking Spike, his head moved from side to side, and he let out the occasional cry, but it was also drowned out by the wild cheering of the crowd. I turned to Emily, "what the fuck is going on Emily?". She arched an eyebrow and looked back at me, "It's my birthday, and we are celebrating", and she turned to look again at the ring where Steve was climbing between the ropes. I hadn't seen them move Spike's body and had a very bad feeling about this. Steve's opponent Laura was called to the ring, she didn't have the same bulk of musculature that Magda had displayed, but there was something equally impressive about the work that had gone in to making her body hard. Where Steve again topped six foot, Laura was a compact 5 foot 5. While Steve had a wiry body, Laura's rippled. Climbing through the ring it was clear she did her squats, as her glute muscles bounced. Her whole body had a powerful look, from her sculpted shoulders, down to her muscled calfs. Her shorts and crop top were stretched to its limits. She was also wearing boxing gloves and she began to shadow box around the ring, while a surprised Steve put on his gloves. There was a look of relief on Steve's face, who having seen Magda destroy Spike had been worried what Laura might do to him. But now he could see that he had a reach advantage and that if he could keep her at a distance, this might be an evenly fought match. The problem was that he couldn't, and it wasn't. Right from the bell she charged forward, swatting away his long jabs and then pummelling, from up close, his ribs. They had immediately started to sting, and though he tried to hold on to her arms and stop her punching, she quickly broke free and continued with her body punches. Steve had a rudimentary knowledge of boxing, and was simply looking to throw the one big haymaker, a knockout punch. Laura however, was constantly moving forward, shortening his reach, keeping him off balance, and hurting his body. Steve was getting slower, his arms were feeling heavier, his torso was aching and his thinking was becoming befuddled. Laura started staying back and throwing preliminary jabs that snapped Steve's head back. Once she had her range she began to hurt him purposefully. She exclusively punched his face from now on, taking turns to blacken both eyes. She occasionally threw a punch at his nose, which was now bleeding profusely. He looked punch drunk and was swaying. From time to time he tried to throw a punch but his arms flailed and Laura simply stayed out of range. As Steve swayed Laura stepped back and Tash climbed in to the ring. She had boxing gloves on and marched boldly up to Steve. With no hesitation she threw a combination of haymakers that left Steve holding desperately on to the ropes, effectively helpless. Tash just kept pouring it on until Steve fell forward and lay on the floor motionless. Laura encouraged Tash to stand in a victory pose over Steve's body, which she happily did, and was rewarded with a long passionate kiss from Laura. The crowd cheered crazily. "You might want to get ready to have your ass whupped", said Emily leaning over and smiling at me. I looked back at her, shook my head, and wished her a happy birthday. I quickly changed in to the borrowed trunks and made my way to the ring. As I climbed in, I saw the three cages at the side. One was empty, but in the other two lay Spike and Steve. I was offered lightweight mma gloves, but asked instead for the boxing gloves. As I pulled them on, my opponent entered the ring by springing gymnastically over the top rope. She was even more stunning than I remembered from earlier. I'm just under six foot and she seemed an inch or two taller. Her legs seemed to go on forever. She warmed up by shadow boxing, and then came to meet me in the middle of the ring, she was still stretching her upper body as we stared at each other. Her physique was impressive. She lacked the bulk of the first two, but each of her limbs looked long, toned and strong. The referee reminded us that this was the deciding match and that I should try and put up more of a fight than Steve or Spike. We punched gloves and went back to our corners. When she got there she reached down to pick up something from the canvas which showed her legs and ass to their full advantage. I knew what she was doing, but enjoyed it anyway. The bell rang and I barrelled towards her, she was quickly spinning away, but not without flicking a kick out which I blocked with my shoulder and arm. As she turned again to face me I fired a quick jab which caught her jaw and left her momentarily unbalanced. I followed with a quick combination to her body and another jab to the head. All caught her, and she struggled to move out of my reach. She tried to settle again so that she might launch a counter offensive, but I was relentless, not allowing her a second. I threw a combination body punch supported by a cross to the jaw which left her reeling. I was a little out of breath, but knew it was key to keep the initiative, so I moved in close, where she couldn't kick me and threw a few solid body punches followed by a hook to her stomach and another cross that caught her jaw. She held on to my arms at this point and pulled me into a hug. Over her shoulder I saw Magda, and I mouthed 'come and save her'. She smiled at me, as though she knew that was the turning point. My opponent leant in and whispered, "well you've had your fun, let's get down to business". She grabbed my head in a headlock, and started punching my face. I had no idea until that moment just what a gusher I could be, as she lay waste to my face. I couldn't feel my nose, but I could feel the tears as I was starting to cry. She pulled away, pirouetted and flew at me with a roundhouse kick. It caught me on the side of the head and I fell against the ropes. She walked menacingly towards me. She feigned a punch to the head, which I covered, only to feel a combination of punches to my stomach. She then switched to my head as I dropped my guard to protect my stomach. I was now thinking too slowly, and she peppered my body with punches and kicks up and down my body that I couldn't protect. For some foolish reason I tried to stay upright and used the top rope for support, but she was now simply slapping me from side to side. I knew it was nearly over when I saw Emily leave her seat and head for the ring. My opponent was toying with me, throwing jabs that stung every inch of my face. One last smile from her and then she threw that final hook and everything went dark. I awoke to find myself draped naked over the top rope. I looked to my right and saw Steve in the same state. I turned left and saw Spike similarly embarassed. The whole crowd were singing happy birthday to Emily, who was skipping behind us and spanking us at will. Any hope that this would be a quick punishment passed as the crowd started the song again. I'm not sure when I passed out, but I awoke later nude and in a cage, and I think I can say Emily and I are no longer friends.