Fighter 1 -  Annie lines up a fight and some girl spectators beat up male ticket holders.
By Hardie



(This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults
only.)

The girls watched the fight intently. Two bulls of men stood in the ring
slugging at each other. They were almost naked, with only the skimpiest of
thongs covering their genitals, for in this form of fighting no protection
whatever was allowed, and this rule had to be seen to be obeyed.

"What do you think, Annie, can you take them?"

Annie thought for a minute before answering her trainer. "Providing I don't
get caught by one of these big, big punches, I think I see a way of beating
them!" she said. "All you have to do is to arrange the contest. I'll fight the
winner of this match here!"

Lucy arranged the fight with the winner's manager. By offering to fight for a
purse of 5000pounds, she knew the man couldn't refuse, especially as he was
certain his fighter would easily overcome a girl! He even agreed to allow Lucy
to make the bout 'all ticket' and for her to arrange the sale of eighty per
cent of tickets, against his twenty.

Of course, the bouts were totally illegal. The fighters wore gloves, but they
were nothing like the heavily padded fist covers worn by legitimate boxers.
These had very little padding, and were made for the minimum of protection of
the wearer's hands and the maximum of destruction of the wearer's opponent!

There were no illegal blows, and rounds ended only when one of the contestants
was knocked to the floor. A minute was allowed for the floored fighter to
recover. If, at the end of that time, the man couldn't carry on, he lost the
fight.

The contests were bloody! A minute was a long time to allow for trained
fighters to recover, and a man had to be very badly beaten before he was
forced to give in, especially if there was a large amount of cash resting on
the outcome of the match!

To the multitude of spectators who watched these fights, that was the
attraction: the total, bloody destruction of one fighter by another.

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Lucy's tickets sold out. She didn't have to advertise the illegal bout. Women
who knew her from feminist and lesbian groups, and girls from the college and
high schools, many of whom attended Lucy's self- defence and martial arts
classes, heard of the coming bout by word of mouth and snapped up the tickets.

On the night of the fight, six young teenage lesbians went into the bar
nearest the fight venue in search of tickets.

They soon targeted a group of six loud-mouthed men who were telling everyone
in lewd detail what their man, Morris, nicknamed 'Muscles', was going to do to
his female opponent once he'd knocked her out in under ten seconds of round
one!

The girls studied the men and determined who were the two most likely leaders
of the group. Then they waited until the men left the bar, followed them
outside and confronted the surprised males.

"Boys, we want your fight tickets," said Marilyn, the girls' leader, "so hand
them over right now and we'll pay you for them. Otherwise, we'll beat you up
and take them anyway. The choice is yours!"

The men responded with the predictable half-drunk, derisive, scornful and
sexually offensive remarks, though some of the males spoke more with bravado
than conviction. The confident , calm manner adopted by the girls; the way
they stood there, assuredly aggressive, with hands on hips, heads held high
and breasts thrusting against the fabric of their sweaters made a couple of
the men decidedly uncertain, and the girls noticed.

"Ok boys," said Marilyn, "if that's the way you want it! Get 'em girls!"

Dulled by alcohol, and unable to accept the concept of being attacked by a
group of girls, the men did not react. One minute it was a slanging match, the
next minute war broke out!

At first the girls made no attempt to take on their male adversaries in a
one-on-one situation. They had better tactics than that, refined by several
skirmishes with homophobic aggressors.

Splitting into two teams of three, the girls launched themselves at the two
men they'd targeted as being the male leaders. Kicking and punching, the girls
simply overwhelmed the men in a matter of seconds. While their friends looked
on with bewildered inaction, the two males went down under a fusillade of
female fists.

Two of the weakest girls stayed to finish off the beaten men, while the others
launched themselves at the remaining males.

Charles took in the scene with heart-sinking fear. He saw his two biggest,
strongest mates being beaten to the ground by these terrible girls. His nerve
broke, and he started to run.

But he wasn't quick enough. Karen was the smallest of the girls. She was also
the most nimble. Although only half the size of the fleeing man, she showed no
hesitation in running after him, throwing herself onto his broad back and
sending him crashing to the ground.

Scrambling to her feet, the girl put her foot on the neck of the prostrate
young man. "Now I'll have that ticket, sonny boy!" she ordered.

Charles was shocked by the fall but, apart from a bruised knee, and being
slightly winded, was totally unhurt. But he'd had enough! An abject coward,
the terrified young man gave in to the aggressive, confident teenager who had
fearlessly attacked him.

"OK!" he sobbed shamelessly, his spirit broken so easily by the girl. He
gurgled impotently as the girl applied more pressure on the man's throat.
"M..my p..pocket."

He desperately tried to reach his pocket, to hand over his ticket, anything to
get this terrible little girl to leave him alone.

Karen let the man roll onto his back so that he could extract his ticket. She
stood over her cowering male victim, legs astride, her short, leather skirt
stretched across her tanned, shapely thighs, her small, firm breasts jutting
proudly forwards as her skin tight sweater emphasised her slender waist and
flaring, female hips.

She could see that her friends were well on the way to overpowering the
remaining men, and chose to sadistically indulge her complete domination of
this spineless man who was twice her size.

"Put the ticket in your mouth!" she commanded. "Now get on your knees and
crawl, and don't you dare get that ticket wet!"

The shapely, young girl walked triumphantly back towards the scene of the
fight, her craven, humiliated male adversary crawling by her side; a strong,
powerful young man emasculated by a slip of a girl!

The other men had fared little better.

Mark was bent over, clutching his balls and retching. Julie, the petite,
dynamic blonde who had struck with such devastating effect with her foot,
pulled the man's head up by the hair, picked her spot and smashed her tiny
female fist into his face, once, twice, thrice, crunching his nose and closing
one eye.

The lithe young female grabbed a handful of the collar of the stricken man's
sweatshirt, and propped her husky male victim against the wall. "Your ticket,
sonny boy," she said menacingly. "NOW!"

Although he towered over the girl who threatened him, Mark had no mind to
refuse. Trembling with shame and fear, the big, strong male handed over his
ticket to the tiny, victorious female.

"Good boy," said Julie, and buried her fist in the man's balls. The powerful,
muscular man went down, to lie sobbing at the feet of the girl who had beaten
him.

Sam fared no better. Marilyn had ducked under his apology for a punch, and
closed with the man. The top of her head barely reached his chin, but now she
had all the leverage she needed. Sliding one curvaceous leg behind the man's
legs, the girl's forearm wound across his upper chest. The girl twisted her
supple young body sideways, at the same time pushing with all her might.

The man crashed over backwards, banging his head on the ground. Marilyn was on
him in a flash. She straddled the young man's muscular chest, pinned his arms
with her knees, held him by the hair and clinically drove her fist into his
unprotected face.

Dazed by the fall, and bewildered by his predicament, the man offered little
resistance to the terrible little girl who was beating him.

"Ah,ah,ah." he cried as Marilyn's fist smacked repeatedly into him.
"P.please..sob..p..please. I g..give." Sobs wracked the young man's powerful
male frame as the deadly lesbian girl smashed him into submission. "Ticket!"
she said, releasing one of his brawny arms. Trembling, fumbling and crying in
defeat, the man handed over his ticket to the girl.

Terry was also on the ground with a girl on top of him. Leanne had attacked
the other timid man. He also had tried to escape from the girls but Leanne was
too quick for him. She simply kicked out as the man turned to run, knocking
one of his ankles into the other, tripping him, toppling him over, so that he
sprawled on the ground, winded. Leanne carefully settled her shapely buttocks
astride straddled the prostrate man's broad back!

"This is too easy, Mister," she purred into the petrified man's ear. "I was
hoping you'd put up a bit of a fight! A big, strong man like you, scared of
fighting a girl!" Leanne took a handful of the man's hair and pulled his head
back, shaking it playfully, then pulling his head round so that he was forced
to cry out in agony as his neck was twisted unmercifully.

"Now I'm going to let you go, and when I do I want you to get on your knees,
take out your ticket and hand it to me! Understand!" Cruelly, to emphasise her
orders, the nubile young girl jerked the man's head round even further.

"Aaaaaghhh!" he yelled. "Y..yes, y..yes," he gasped tearfully, "I'll do it. I
understand!"

The girl stood over him as the man complied with her orders. His hands shook
as he searched for his ticket. Then he looked pleadingly up at the pretty
little girl and held out the ticket. "Here. It's yours. P..please don't hurt
me any more."

Leanne took the ticket from the cringing, emasculated male.

"Thank you so much," she said disdainfully, and kicked the beaten man in the
throat. He collapsed to the ground, rolling over, clutching his neck, gasping
for breath through frame-wrenching sobs as the victorious young girl looked
down at the man she'd destroyed with total contempt, then went over to rejoin
her friends.

"What have we here?" asked Marilyn with a smile, as Karen led her crawling
male victim into the group. "He looks like a dog! Are you a dog?" she asked
cruelly, enjoying the man's discomfiture. "Is the little girl making you crawl
like a dog?"

Unable to answer, in case he dropped the ticket, the man grunted hopelessly.
Tears began to stream down his face as he found himself at the mercy of six
pretty but deadly females.

"What a wimp!" said Marilyn. "No balls! Let's see if you have any balls, sonny
Jim! Stand up and take down your trousers!"

The girls clapped with delight. They loved seeing a man being humiliated by a
lesbian girl.

He stood there in shameful despair, his trousers round his ankles, his limp
cock dangling pathetically over his naked balls, his male organs exposed to
the ridicule of the girls.

"Get your legs apart!" ordered Marilyn. "He's all yours, Karen," she said as
the man untangled his feet from his garments and obeyed the girl's
instructions.

"Thank you so much," purred Karen, closing with the distraught young man, who
was now crying unashamedly. First she removed her ticket from the man's mouth,
then she reached down, her silky female fingers closing over the shaft of her
victim's limp cock.

"Get it up for Sharon," she purred, and, amazingly, the man obliged. Under the
sensual massage of the girl's stroking fingers, his cock hardened, then rose
majestically into a massive erection.

"That's wonderful," crooned Karen, gently ruffling the man's hair as his body
savoured the pleasure of the girl's ministrations. "And here's your reward!"

The girl's knee smacked into the man's tautened balls with devastating effect.
His howl of male anguish, as pleasure turned to unbearable agony, pierced the
night air as pain burned through his body. He went down, clutching his
stricken balls, keening, curling up in hopeless defeat, broken by a girl.

With cheerful arrogance, the lithe, sinuous young lesbian girls headed off to
the fight. They had won their battle of the sexes. Now it was up to Annie to
win hers!(To be cont.)

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