Cat scratch fever 
Written by The Raven. 
A Catfighting saga (big file, 410kb)
Update: 15/10/1997 to misc2


BOOK I: Trang's Texas Trial 
 
Copyright (c) 1995, 1996 by The RavensWord Corporation. 
This story may be freely distributed by electronic  
transmission.  Please do not publish this story in hard copy  
form for sale without permission of the author.  
 
WARNING: 
This is an adult story.  Minors should not read it.  Nor  
should those upset by graphic sex, violence, lesbianism.   
It contains     frank depictions of women wrestling, fighting,  
sex, and light domination. 
 
Part 1 
 
We drove into a cul-de-sac and parked before a Spanish-style  
house with a nice manicured lawn.  That's how Trang had  
met Helen--by working on her garden that day with her crew. 
        "We were working in the lawn and I kept noticing  
her looking at me through the window," Trang had told me.   
"Staring at me.  Finally, she came out to the patio with some  
lemonade for us and we started talking.  Helen asked me if I  
worked out in a gym--she noticed the definition in my legs  
and arms."  Trang was exceptionally fit.  She was 5'6",  
weighed 135 pounds, and had long straight black hair that  
went just past her shoulders.  Her legs and arms were tanned  
from working in the sun during the day.  "I told her that I  
worked out everyday in the gym in the morning.  She said  
that she liked to workout, too, and we compared our routines.   
Then Helen asked if I wanted to test my strength--by arm  
wrestling her.  I was turned on by her offer, so I tried it. 
        "We squared off against each other on a table.  The  
other ladies in the crew egged us on.  On the first bout, we  
must have struggled against each other for a full minute.  I  
could see the veins popping out on Helen's face.  She's about  
13 years older than me--at 39, but man, she is really tough  
and strong.  I nailed her the first time.  It felt like my arm and  
wrist had been stuck in a door or something.  We went  
against each other a second time, and she won.  She wanted  
to go for a third, but I knew my arm couldn't take it.  
        "We went back to work and finished the job in the  
lawn.  I went up to Helen to collect our paycheck, and she  
said she still wanted to know which one of us was stronger.  I  
said I didn't really like arm wrestling--but how about real  
wrestling?  Helen was really pleased--you could see this grin  
come over her face.  She said she liked to wrestle, but had  
such trouble finding partners.  I asked her if I could bring you  
over to watch." 
        And so here we were at Helen's house.  We didn't  
use the front door--Trang walked around to the back.  We  
came upon a small courtyard that was extremely private-- 
hidden from the street by a fence and the house itself.  There  
was the yard, and next to it, a small patio, where Helen sat,  
waiting for us. 
        Helen looked great for her age.  She was 5'4",  
probably weighed about 140 pounds, white, had curly black  
hair that came to her neck.  She was wearing a black bikini  
and black high heels.  Both Trang and Helen were small  
breasted--but they made up for that in the legs and ass  
department.  Helen's legs were shorter and thicker than  
Trang's, a little less defined muscularly, although upper body  
looked to have more muscular strength than Trang.  Both  
women believed in being strong and healthy without looking  
like weight lifters. 
        After the introductions were made, Helen said,  
"Okay, before we get started, you want to make a bet on the  
outcome of this match?" 
        Trang was taking off her cut-off jeans and T-shirt.   
She was wearing a green bikini underneath.  "What do you  
have in mind?" 
        "We wrestle for sexual domination.  If I win, you're  
my sex slave for tonight.  If you win, I am yours.  Your  
boyfriend can participate any way he wants to." 
        "Whoa!  You're pretty bold to ask for that."  Trang  
said, removing her socks and shoes.  "What makes you think  
you can last a night of lovemaking with me?"  She laughed.   
"All right.  I'm sure Gil won't mind, will you, baby?" 
        I was already so horny and hard just watching these  
ladies getting ready.  "No problem with me!" 
        "Let's get started then," Helen had said. 
        The rules were already settled.  They were going for  
a single set ending with a submission. 
        Helen kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot  
over to the far side of the lawn.  Trang was on the side of  
lawn nearest to me, doing some stretching.  The August  
summer night was still warm, the light fading but enough so  
that we didn't need to turn on the porch lights.  "Okay ladies,  
go!"  I said. 
        Trang and Helen started to circle around each other,  
eyes locked.  Helen made darting grabs at Trang's legs,  
designed to fake her out.  "Come on, honey!"  Helen said.   
"Come on, make a move, let's see what you got."  But Trang  
kept moving and circling Helen. 
        Finally, Helen darted an arm out and reached  
Trang's thigh.  But Trang caught the arm with her left, pulled  
Helen in, and grabbed Helen's neck in a hammerlock with  
her right arm.  Helen groaned under the pressure Trang  
exerted. 
        Trang used both arms to increase the pressure on  
Helen.  This left Helen's hands free, and as she was bent over,  
she picked up one of Trang's lovely legs, sending Trang off- 
balance and falling on her back.  Helen fell on top of her, and  
the fall made Trang release her grip.  Helen quickly seized  
the opportunity to straddle over Trang, fold both arms over  
Trang's chest and arms, to pin her against the grass.  "Arggh!  
Arggh! Arrgh!" Helen grunted, pressing against Trang. 
        Trang's legs weren't pinned.  She used her legs to  
shift part of her body sideways.  Helen reached her leg over to  
lock Trang's leg, but in doing so her chest-press stopped, and  
Trang's hands grabbed Helen's hands.  The two megababes  
were now grappling sideways on the ground for superiority.   
The eyes locked with each other's as they grunted and  
sputtered. 
        "Give it up, Trang!  I'm better than you." 
        "Aie-yahhhhhh!" Trang yelled.  "You're going to  
get it, bitch!"  Trang released her grip on Helen's hands and  
went for her hair, pulling it, and Helen's head, face-first into  
the grass.  Trang kept  Helen's head pressed to the ground as  
she maneuvered herself up on Helen's back.  Trang then used  
her arms to full-nelson Helen's neck, and brought her up for  
air. 
        "Now YOU give it up, bitch!"  Helen said nothing  
but gasped for breath, testing Trang's hold. 
        "Aie-yah!" Trang yelled, and pressed Helen's face  
into the grass again.  Helen pressed her arms into the ground,  
and leveraged part of her body up.  Helen used her legs to get  
up also--but couldn't stand up completely, as Trang pressed  
her pelvis against Helen's butt while maintaining the nelson.   
Helen, her face now beat-red with exertion, used one jerky  
press-back motion to send Trang falling on her back, and  
Helen's back fell against Trang's chest and stomach. 
        Helen was now free of the nelson.  She rolled over to  
get up, but Trang quickly encircled her mid-section with her  
legs to perform a scissor hold.  Trang pushed against the  
ground with her arms to apply more leverage to Helen's mid- 
section.  The scissor was applied for a while, and I admired  
Trang's trembling legs, the grunting coming from both  
women. 
        Helen used one of arms against one of Trang's  
ankles, trying to pull apart.  Suddenly, Helen turned and  
shifted her body weight, breaking the scissor, forcing Trang  
to collapse on her stomach.  Helen quickly sat up, grabbed  
both of Trang's ankles, forced them against her thighs, and  
sat on them with a violent thud.  She grabbed Trang by her  
hair, and pushed her head into the grass.  Helen kept her face  
pressed for a few seconds, then jerked Trang's head back into  
the air, bending her neck.  Then Helen pumped her knees to  
go up and come down violently on Trang's bent ankles. 
        It had been a long time since I saw Trang fight  
someone this good.  I marveled at Helen's fierce  
determination to subdue my girlfriend.  My penis was about  
to burst out of my shorts. 
        Helen repeated the up-and-down motion against  
Trang, riding her like a donkey.  Trang put her arms out on  
the ground to prevent her head from slamming into the grass.   
Helen realized this, and grabbed Trang's wrists, pulling her  
arms back, bending her spine into the air. 
        "Wanna breathe, honey?  Suck in all of it you want!"   
Helen taunted her. 
        Trang cried out in pain, but would not submit.  She  
shifted her body to the right as much as possible, and with her  
left hand, grabbed hold of Helen's hair, and yanked down  
hard.  It surprised Helen enough to release her hold on Trang.   
Helen rolled over on the ground and came up on her feet,  
while Trang stood up also. 
        Helen did not give Trang any time to recover.  She  
charged Trang like an animal, ducking down and encircling  
her midsection in a bear hold, and lifted Trang off her feet!   
Trang yelped as Helen gave a strong jerk against her  
diaphragm, squeezing the air out of my darling Chinese  
femizon.  I saw a look of panic come over my beloved's face.   
Trang's hands were on Helen's shoulders to steady herself,  
and she seemed trapped.  Helen continued to squeeze her.   
Then, out of sheer desperation, Trang drew her arms back,  
and brought her palms smacking in hard against Helen's ears.   
She brought them down violently against Helen's ears, once,  
twice, three, four times--then Helen finally dropped Trang,  
clutching her head in pain. 
        Trang seized advantage of this opportunity.  She got  
behind Helen, applied a choke hold around her throat with  
one arm, bending Helen's right arm behind her back with the  
other.  Trang then did a strange thing--she fell backward,  
bringing Helen down right on top of her.  Helen was too  
dazed to resist.  Trang had maintained both holds during the  
fall, and now brought legs around Helen's, locking them  
under her control. 
        Then Trang sat up. Trang stretched her legs out to  
the side, bringing Helen's with her.  Trang was incredibly  
flexible--and used this flexibility to stretch Helen's legs and  
cause her incredible pain.  Then, Trang leaned forward,  
forcing Helen's upper body closer and closer to the ground. 
        "Better give up before I break something," Trang  
taunted her, smiling at me.  I couldn't have been more turned  
on, watching Trang's wonderful legs wrapped around  
Helen's. 
        Helen gasped and yelled, "Go to hell."  Her face was  
really red now.  She flailed her left arm about, grabbing  
Trang's hair, but she had no leverage to use against her.   
Trang pressed against her upper body even more, and  
stretched her legs out even further.  Helen started to yell and  
scream.  "All right!  Stop! Stop!" 
        Trang didn't let her go immediately.  "So tell me  
now, who's the strongest one?" 
        "Aieee...you are...bitch!" 
        "And you're going to be my willing slave for  
tonight?" 
        "Yes!  Owwww....I'll do anything you want." 
        Trang released the nelson on Helen, leaned back on  
the grass with her arms, and untwined her legs from Helen's.   
Sweat glistened off Trang's chest, stomach, and legs.  It had  
been a short fight, but had taken a lot of strength to win.  She  
watched Helen with amusement as she crumpled to her side. 
        I couldn't wait any longer.  I shed my shorts, shirt,  
sandals, and walked naked over to my lovely Trang, who  
fought so well for me.  My penis shot out horizontally from  
my body like a rod.  I bent down to grab Trang's bikini  
bottom and pulled them right off her tanned, gleaming legs.  I  
spread her legs apart and laid down between them, shoving  
my dick into her hot, wet cunt.  Wrestling always made her so  
horny, too.  I removed her top and starting jamming myself  
into her, kissing her and playing with tongue in-between  
gasps of air and mutterings of passion. 
        "You're so good, baby...you're so strong...." 
        "My victories are for you...." 
        I came quickly and with a jolt that comes only after I  
see two women wrestle.  My dick was still hard and I kept  
moving inside Trang until she came shortly thereafter. 
        I laid down on the grass, feeling high from the rush  
of adrenaline and passion.  This was better than any drug or  
sport I had ever tried before. 
        After a few minutes, I noticed that Helen had sat up,  
her face color now having returned to white.  She was looking  
at my fading penis.  She crawled over and straddled my waist.   
"Got any left for me, lover boy?" 
        Trang stood up, totally naked, and walked over to  
Helen, grabbing her by the hair.  "Don't worry, slave--you'll  
get a good fucking tonight!"  And then Trang led Helen by  
the hair into the house to begin the night's festivities.  After  
resting for a few more minutes, my dick started to rise at the  
thought of them together, and I got up to follow them inside  
the house. 
 
 
Part 2 
 
The inside of the house was cool and well decorated.  Trang  
made her slave bring her some water, replenishing herself  
after the bout on the lawn.  She let Helen drink, too.  Then  
they went into Helen's bedroom.  It was large and roomy,  
with a king size bed.  I sat in a chair by the corner, drinking  
water, watching Trang push Helen onto the bed gently.  She  
removed Helen's bikini and lay down naked on top of her;  
small breast touching small breast, cunt touching cunt.  Trang  
kissed Helen's mouth and stroked her upper torso, ass, and  
legs. 
        Helen got very passionate, kissing Trang intensely,  
grabbing Trang's ass with hands.  They were both extremely  
aroused in each other's company. 
        "Not so fast, honey," Trang said as she grabbed  
Helen's hands and pinned them above her head.  "We've got  
the whole night ahead of us."  Trang shook back her head,  
whipping her hair around her naked back, as if to say, I'm the  
queen her.  She said to me,  "Get me my special strap-on,  
baby." 
        From Trang's purse, I pulled out a 6-inch dildo that  
was attached to 4 elastic straps.  "Oh my god...." Helen said. 
        "We're gonna have some fun now," Trang told her.   
Trang stood up on her knees over Helen while I strapped the  
dildo around Trang's waist.  Once it was secure, she took  
Helen's legs, lifted them upright, and plunged the dildo into  
Helen's vagina.  Trang continued thrusting the dildo into  
Helen, her hands pressing Helen's legs in the air, her pelvis  
and marvelous buns gyrating with each thrust.  Helen reached  
up to grab Trang's ass.  I could hear the wonderful sound of  
Helen's moistness as the dildo went into her again and again. 
        They continued fucking that way for some time.  I  
watched and my penis became so erect it was pointing  
straight up.  Trang went slow with Helen, but finally it looked  
like Helen was going to come. 
She withdrew the dildo. 
        "What...why did you stop?"  Helen asked. 
        "Shut up and do what you're told"  Trang snapped  
back.  "Roll over on your stomach.  Gil, give me a condom  
and a lube."  
        Trang took the condom and put it on her index  
finger.  I took the lubricant and poured it over the finger  
while I kissed Trang several times. 
        Trang took the finger with the lubed condom and  
stuck it inside Helen's anus.  Helen's back jerked with a jolt,  
but Trang steadied her with her free left hand.  "Easy, honey.   
We're gonna get you opened up real nice and easy." 
        I laid down on the bed next to them and pulled out  
another condom.  I lubed it, then my own dick while I  
watched Trang stick two fingers in the condom and plunge  
them into Helen's ass, then three, then finally four fingers.   
"Okay, we're ready." 
        Trang mounted Helen, sticking the dildo into her  
ass.  I moved to Trang's rear, watch her torso pump the dildo  
into Helen's rear chassis.  Helen was moaning in pain and  
begging Trang to stop.  But Trang merely grabbed Helen's  
hair, raised her head, and said, "Why don't you squeal like a  
pig?" 
        I shoved my own finger, wrapped in a similar  
sheath, into Trang's butt.  She shivered in delight.  I widened  
her anus in the same way she opened Helen's.  Then I stuck  
my penis in her ass.  She recoiled from the entry and fell  
down momentarily onto Helen's back.  "Aiee-yahhh....You're  
just so goddamn big and hot....I feel like I have a burning log  
up my butt.....but it's so gooood.....aiee-yahhh!" 
        I started pumped Trang's butt, slowly at first,  
working up speed as went along.  I tried not to put too much  
weight on her, as Trang lifted herself up again, and started  
pumping Helen's ass with the dildo, my gyrations matching  
hers.  It felt like I was banging two chicks' butt at the same  
time!  I marveled at their wonderful backsides, sweat dripping  
off their backs.  I finally came like a rocket, the explosion  
widening Trang's anus all the more.  She yelled as it  
happened, it was painful, but it was the kind of pain she  
liked.  We had to wait for my dick to get small, then I finally  
withdrew it and Trang slumped on the bed on her back. 
        I laid down as well, on the other side of Helen.  We  
were all catching our breath for a few minutes. 
        After a while, Helen sat up on her knees and  
straddled my lap.  She sat her cunt on my dick and brushed  
the lips of it against my now tiny penis.  "Your girlfriend  
forgot to finish me off...but I think I can get you to do the  
job." 
        As she rubbed herself against me, I felt my dick  
stiffening harder.  Helen leaned down and started kissing me  
on the mouth, sucking my tongue, grabbing at my ass.  We  
continued our foreplay until Helen deemed my erection big  
enough for her, and slipped it into her vagina.  She started  
moving up and down.  I touched her clitoris and she  
moaned...and then let out a yell.  But she did not come. 
        Trang was standing above her in the bed.  She had  
pulled Helen off of me by her hair.  "You bitch!  You don't  
get his dick until I say you can have it.  Is that clear-- 
SLAVE?" 
        Helen was angry then.  She looked like she wanted  
to slug Trang, but hadn't the strength left to do it.  "Yes, you  
cunt." 
        "Aie-yuuuhhh!" Trang cried, and whacked Helen  
hard on her buns.  "You want his dick--take it now!" 
        She pulled Helen by the hair around, with Helen's  
back facing me.  Then she forced Helen back down on top of  
me, and I guided Helen's buns downward so that my burning  
shaft went into her anus, made ready-to-order from Trang's  
dildo humping. 
        "Oh god!  Oh god!  Not again!"  Helen cried out. 
        "Hold her arms and her legs, baby.  She's struggling  
too much.  Let her know she can't get away."  Trang told me.   
I wrapped my legs around Helen's and did likewise with her  
arms, to prevent her thrashing about. 
        Then Trang got on top of Helen.  She kissed and  
played with Helen's cute little breasts, kissed the inside of her  
ears which drove Helen crazy, then licked her vagina and  
clitoris.  Whenever Helen seemed likely to come to a climax,  
Trang would stop what she was doing and rest or move on to  
something else.  When I would start to get too soft, she would  
help pump Helen's pelvis against my dick. 
        We played with Helen in various different ways for  
the better part of the evening, until about 2am, Trang finally  
let Helen have an orgasm by having her sit on top of Trang's  
face while she ate at Helen's cunt.  At the same time, I was  
eating Trang's love-box, and made her come shortly after  
Helen did.  After that, none of us had any more energy to do  
anything but sleep. 
 
The next morning we all woke up at around 10am.  Helen  
was the first up, jumping in her shower and cleaning the sex  
off of her from the night before.  She put on a white terrycloth  
robe, and laid a blue and a green robe for myself and Trang.   
As Helen went into the kitchen and made breakfast, Trang  
and I showered and put on our robes and joined her in the  
kitchen. 
        We were greeted by a smiling Helen and the smell of  
cinnamon coffee, toasted bagels, and oatmeal with raisins.   
        "Come on in, eat,"  Helen said.  "You must be  
hungry after the energy we expended last night."  She kissed  
me and Trang on the cheek and handed us our cups of coffee.   
The "slavery" verbal contract had expired after we fell asleep;  
now we were three equals.  I marveled at how Helen could be  
so friendly after what Trang had put her through. 
        At first, we ate and sipped our coffee in silence.   
Trang was never much of one for talking in the morning, and  
neither am I.  We read the newspaper Helen had laid out for  
us and slowly felt the energy returning to our bodies.  After  
clearing the plates and serving us more coffee, Helen, now  
acting like the perfect housewife, took off to a back part of the  
house and came back with a surprise.  
        I heard the jangling of his neck chain and heavy  
breath before I saw him. 
        "This is Woofie." Helen said, bringing in a healthy  
Labrador retriever into the room.  I reached down to pet him  
and he friskily licked my hands and face.  He went over to  
Trang's hand to smell and lick it, but she jerked her hand  
away quickly.  Dogs, especially good-sized ones like Woofie,  
always frightened the hell out of her since she was a kid. 
        "I'm afraid Trang doesn't get along with dogs,"  I  
told Helen.  "Where did you keep him all night?" 
        "Oh, I locked him into one of the back bedrooms.  I  
didn't want him to see our little contest--he gets so upset if he  
ever sees me in a fight." 
        Helen took Woofie out to the back porch and left him  
there.  She came back in and drank her coffee, and soon the  
two women began chatting about gardening and hiking.  I  
continued reading the paper ignoring their chat, and soon I  
needed to take a piss. 
        Coming back from the bathroom, I took a look  
around the living room, which had been dark the previous  
night.  I noticed 5 television sets against the wall.  It looked  
like a very strange set up. 
        "Hey, what is all this equipment for here?"  I yelled  
over to Helen. 
        "Oh, so you've discovered my fancy tape making  
studio!"  Helen said, walking into the living room, Trang  
following her.  She began to turn on the monitors, which  
seemed to be viewing the same room at 5 different angles. 
        "What is this?"  I asked her.  "Where is this room we  
are viewing?" 
        "It's in there."  Trang pointed, into what I had  
assumed was a formal dining room. 
        "Yes,"  Helen answered, leading us both into the  
room.  It was a room about 500 square feet big, with two  
doors on either side.  One door entered from the living room,  
the other from the kitchen.  But there was no dining table or  
furniture of any kind in the room.  Instead of carpet there was  
a large, thick, aqua blue wrestling mat covering the entire  
floor.  "This is the Fuck-Fight Room." 
        Trang noticed something funny about the floor as  
she walked around.  She jumped up high and came down on  
the mat.  There were vibrations. 
        "Yes,"  Helen answered her.  The floor the mats lie  
upon have special coils between them and the ground.   
You're less likely to get injured this way." 
        "Wow!"  I exclaimed.  "You've spent a small fortune  
to get your own wrestling ring in your own home!" 
        "It's not a wrestling ring."  Trang said.  "It's..." 
        "...the Fuck-Fight Room."  Helen finished. 
        "How is that different from what occurred last  
night?"  I asked her. 
        "Oh, it's very different," Helen replied.  "Here there  
are no rules.  Anything can happen.  My opponent and I enter  
the room, totally naked.  We wear nothing that could be used  
as a weapon.  The minute we are both inside, the doors get  
locked behind us.  The only way to open them is with my  
thumb print against this plate."  She pointed to an optical  
reader near the door.  "Then we fight with whatever means  
necessary to subdue the other.  We fight for the right to  
enslave the other for an entire day.  For my opponent to win  
this right, total submission is not necessary--she only needs to  
force my thumb over that plate.  For me to win, I must  
dominate her physically and wring a submission out of her." 
        "Or..." Trang started. 
        "Or I could have knocked her out or injured her to  
the point where my victory is obvious."  Helen said.  "It's so  
unsatisfying when your victim has to be leave because they  
are too bloody.  It won't be that way with you, will it, my  
dear?" 
        "Ha!"  Trang laughed.  "You sure you want to fight  
me again?  After I trounced you last night?" 
        "I'm dead serious.  I want to fight you right here and  
now.  And I want your man to screw me whenever I demand  
it after I win." 
        "What makes you think he wants to screw an old  
cow like you?"  Trang was getting mad at Helen now.  I was  
getting aroused at the thought of them fighting in the room,  
naked, and without any rules or interference. 
        "Maybe it was because I watched you making love  
last night, and I know I can give him a better time than some  
dumb cunt from overseas!" 
        I saw Trang get really mad then.  No one calls her a  
cunt, and nobody insults her heritage.  "All right, lady!   
You're gonna need your health insurance." 
        "You accept my terms?" 
        "I'm gonna make you regret you ever came up with  
them." 
        "And what about you, big man?"  Helen asked me.   
"Are you going to service me with your king-size cock after I  
beat your baby into submission?" 
        I looked at Trang, who nodded to me.  "I agree to  
your terms, although you may regret them after my little pit- 
fighter is done with you." 
        Helen laughed sarcastically.  "Okay, stand outside  
the kitchen door, remove your clothes, and get ready to step  
inside when I give the word.  Lover boy, only fighters are  
allowed in here.  You'll have to watch this on the screens  
over there." 
        Trang and I stepped outside the kitchen door.   
"Trang, listen baby, maybe this isn't such a good idea.  I  
don't like it." 
        "Relax, honey,"  Trang said, slipping off her robe.   
She placed her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on  
the lips.  "I know I can take her again."  I caressed her perfect  
little breasts for a few seconds.  "Soon you'll be humping me  
in victory.  Get that big magic bus ready." 
        "OK, step inside!"  Helen yelled across the room. 
        Trang turned and walked inside the door.  I watched  
her wonderfully toned, brown buns go inside, and the door  
close and lock behind her.  As guilt, fear, and lust all welled  
up inside me, I rushed into the living room to look at the  
monitors. 
 
 
Part 3 
 
I reached the monitors in time to see both nude women  
calmly walk into the room, eyes locked on each other's face.   
Helen started taunting Trang. 
        "You're far too trusting, my dear.  I was easy on you  
last night.  I wanted to test your strength and your viciousness  
before I fought you in this room.  But now I know exactly  
how to dominate you." 
        "Yeah?"  Trang replied, her lip curled in disdain for  
her opponent.  "Come over here and show me, you overaged  
bimbo!" 
        Helen launched herself against Trang with an animal  
snarl.  I could see a look of utter contempt on Helen's face  
also.  Trang ran to meet Helen, and suddenly the two naked  
women were enjoined in a gnarling hug.  They looked like  
they were in a lovers embrace, but they were clawing, biting,  
tearing at each other.  Little cat-like screams emanated from  
both of them. 
        Trang ran her fingernails down Helen's back and bit  
her earlobe and cheeks.  Helen bit into Trang's shoulder,  
neck, and face.  Meanwhile, Helen's claws dug in fiercely  
into Trang's bare buns.  She kept working them into Trang's  
butt, stabbing and clenching them over and over in the same  
location, while Trang did not scratch any one place too long  
on Helen's body.  Soon, I saw Trang stop biting Helen and let  
out a bloody scream. 
        Knowing that Trang was temporarily surprised,  
Helen used some leverage against Trang to drive her straight  
back into a wall, hard.  This stunned Trang long enough for  
Helen to grab hold of Trang's knees, lifted her legs in the air,  
and caused Trang to fall down with her back slumped against  
the wall.  Helen drug Trang's body out from the wall a bit  
and dove her body into Trang's midsection, holding and  
pressing her legs down.  She did this to Trang a few times,  
before Trang recovered and caught Helen by pulling back her  
legs and kicking against Helen's stomach.  Helen flew across  
the room onto her back, but she was up on her feet about the  
same time as Trang was. 
        Now the two women circled each other warily.   
Helen darted her hands in and out, trying to get hold of  
Trang.  But with a lightning move, Trang with a quick snap  
of her right arm landed two blows against Helen's face,  
connecting once with the nose, then quickly shifted position  
and kicked Helen's chin, knocking her on her back.  
        Trang pounced on Helen, sat down on top of her,  
backwards, her bare ass against Helen's throat, and placed  
her knees on top of Helen's arms.  Then Trang grabbed hold  
of Helen's legs and bent them backwards.  Helen's legs flailed  
in the air, but Trang had all the leverage against her. 
        "Ha! Ha! Ha!"  Trang laughed, shaking her head  
back and forth.  "Who is showing who now?" 
        It seemed like Helen had no where to go.  But my  
darling did not think of everything.  Applying the hold, her  
beautiful buns inched closer to Helen's face.  I saw Helen  
open her mouth wide, and chomp down hard on right ass  
cheek, right in the same spot where she had clawed Trang so  
viciously before. 
        "Aie-yuhhh!" Trang yelled, and let go of Helen's  
legs.  She turned back and slapped Helen with the back of her  
hand across Helen's bloody nose very hard.  The slap forced  
Helen to stop biting Trang's bun, but in angry retaliation, she  
brought her legs backwards, having her ankles grab hold of  
Trang's neck, pulling her body downward. 
        Now Helen was choking Trang with her lower legs,  
but not in an optimal position.  Trang was still laying on top  
of her.  Seeing her rear again, Helen dove her nails into the  
same wounded spots.  Trang screamed again, and reached  
back with her own hands to grab Helen's wrists, and pull  
them away.  As Trang sputtered and grunted against the force  
of Helen's legs, she brought her knees up to her chest.  In a  
quick move, she let go of Helen's hands and stood up.  She  
grabbed hold of Helen's ankles and twisted around, breaking  
the choke hold.  Helen was now lying on her stomach.  Trang  
grabbed firm hold of her ankles, bending them backward  
towards Helen's head, performing a Boston crab maneuver.   
Trang stood on Helen's arms so that she couldn't gain any  
leverage and flip her back over. 
        I could see Trang's lip protrude in a silly grin as she  
thought she once again had Helen.  She continued bending  
Helen backwards, spreading her legs wider, making her grunt  
and groan.  This continued for almost a minute.  As I  
watched I once again felt very sexually aroused by the battle.   
It felt even more intense to me than yesterday, because  
anything could happen.  If Trang won, I would go in and fuck  
her intensely as I did yesterday.  But what if Helen won?   
What if Helen wanted me and my cock so bad that she was  
willing to really hurt Trang in order to do it?  That was a turn  
on. 
        Man, you are one sick puppy, I thought to myself.   
But I continued to watch the match and do nothing to stop it. 
        Once again, there was a tiny opening in Trang's  
attack that Helen could exploit.  Trang stood on Helen's  
upper arms, but the lower arms were free.  To gain her  
freedom, Helen grabbed hold of  Trang's ankles to use as  
leverage to kick her legs harder, and also dug her nails into  
Trang's skin.  This made Trang lose concentration long  
enough for Helen to kick free of Trang's crab hold, and  
Helen's legs thudded to the ground.  Helen quickly got to her  
knees, and quickly rose up so that her head came just under  
Trang's crotch.  Trang caught Helen's midsection in a bear  
hold, trying to press her back down.  The two naked wrestlers  
strained against each other, Trang bending her knees to press  
down on Helen's back, Helen trying to push up as hard as she  
could.  The pair waddled around the room a bit in their  
awkward embrace.  Trang bit down on Helen's lower back to  
make her lose focus.  But Helen's claws once again dove into  
Trang's buns, harder than ever before.  Trang screamed, and  
lost focus long enough for Helen to completely rise and flip  
Trang over, so that she landed on her back. 
        Helen jumped on top of Trang's chest, pining her  
arms under her knees.  She slapped Trang hard against her  
face about a half dozen times very quickly.  "Let's so how  
well you take it now, baby!"  Helen balled up her right hand  
into a fist, and punched Trang's breasts repeatedly.  I heard  
Trang groaning through the door. 
        Trang raised up her legs to ensnare Helen's chest  
and rammed her back down onto the mat.  Helen quickly  
rolled away.  Both women got on their feet at about the same  
time.  I could see that Trang was furious, her face reddened  
by the blows of Helen's hand.  Helen had a look of pure  
animalistic joy, like a tigress hunting her prey.  Helen rushed  
towards Trang and fired her right fist towards Trang's head-- 
but Trang dodged the blow, caught Helen's right hand in her  
left armpit, and smashed her right elbow down hard on  
Helen's upper arm.  Trang quickly let go of Helen's arm and  
grabbed her curly black hair with both hands.  She pulled  
Helen's head down with a jerk, bringing her knee up quickly  
to smash into Helen's jaw.  With each move, Trang let out a  
short yell to psyche herself and her opponent.  With Helen  
stunned by Trang's head blow, Trang wasted no time.  She  
dug both sets of fingernails into Helen's breasts, squeezed  
hard, and pushed Helen backward against the wall.  Trang  
then took a step back and launched a series of super-quick  
blows against Helen's tits, and smashed her once again in the  
face. 
        Just as it looked Helen was done for, she reached out  
with both hands to grab Trang's shoulders, quickly jerked her  
body forward, and rammed her head into Trang's for an  
agonizing head butt that surely must have hurt both fighters.   
But Helen had planned for it, and moved through the pain  
first.  Helen rammed her right knee up into Trang's groin a  
hard three times, which made my lover double over in agony. 
        Helen spit out blood from her mouth over to the  
floor.  She then walked around Trang, grabbed hold of her  
hair, straightened her upright, only to furiously ram Trang  
into the wall, face first.  Helen dug her sharpened claws once  
again into Trang's buns. This time I could see a ripping criss- 
cross motion, and an agonizing wail erupted from my  
femizon.  Then she started hammering Trang with kidney  
punches on her right, tiny yelps and screams coming from my  
beloved. 
        Then Helen went for the finishing touch.  She  
encircled Trang's neck with her right arm, and dragged her  
backwards a few feet.  Then she suddenly dropped to one  
knee, bringing Trang's neck down on top of it. 
        The look on Trang's face was deadly.  She didn't  
even make a sound.  What have I done, What have I done?  I  
wondered to myself.  My fuck-fetish for female wrestling  
might have snapped my girlfriend's neck!  I was terrified.   
Yet, I have to say that in my fear, I was also very turned on.  I  
slipped off my robe, and saw my penis protruding almost  
straight north.  My girlfriend was getting creamed and my  
hard-on was erupting. 
        God help me, I wanted to fuck Helen's brains out.  I  
felt somewhat guilty, but gave into my naked and out-of- 
control lust. 
        Thankfully, Trang's neck was not snapped, broken,  
or injured, but the expert blow that Helen dealt her was very  
painful and momentarily paralyzing. 
        Helen did not stop.  She removed her knee and  
Trang slumped to the ground.  Helen stood over Trang,  
clasped both hands together below her waist, and dropped  
quickly to the floor, bringing her clenched fists crashing  
down into Trang's diaphragm, crushing the wind out of her.   
Trang partially sat up by reflex.  Then Helen grabbed her by  
the hair and punched her once, hard, on the nose, for  
payback. 
        Helen stood up, picked up Trang's legs and twirled  
her around on her stomach.  She took hold of Trang's calves,   
and dropped down hard again, slamming them against her  
thighs.  Helen took both of Trang's arms and bent them  
behind her back.  Then she leaned her head down and bit  
Trang's earlobe on either side.  Trang screamed bloody  
murder.  I was glad to her she was still okay--if she could  
scream, she wasn't too bad off. 
        "Give it up, Trang!  Acknowledge your mistress and  
your superior!"  Helen barked.  But Trang squinted and shook  
her head, writhing around, trying to find some way out of the  
hold.  Helen pressed her body even harder against Trang's,  
increased the pressure on her arms, and bit hard into several  
places along Trang's neck and back.  Both women were  
sweating and had blood coming out of the noses and lips, but  
Helen looked gleeful as she recognized the moment of  
triumph.  That sweet moment when one woman has total  
control over another woman in the physical, mental, and  
sexual areas of her being. 
        "Aieeeeeeeeeee" Trang screamed.  "I....give...." 
        "What was that, my pet?"  Helen asked, "I can't hear  
you!"  And bit Trang's earlobes again. 
        Trang screamed again.  "I give up.  You are...my one  
true mistress.  Please...please stop!" 
        Helen released Trang's arms and pushed her head  
into the mat.  "Don't fuck with eagles if you don't know how  
to fly, honey." 
        Then the victor stood up and went over to a cupboard  
in the room.  She removed a towel and wiped the blood and  
sweat off her face.  Helen looked directly into the video  
camera, addressing me: "You better honor your word, or I'll  
really hurt her." 
        I ran to the door of the Fuck-Fight Room.  "Don't  
worry, I'll live up to my word!  Just stop the fighting--she's  
had enough!" 
        The doors opened slowly with a hum.  I saw Trang  
lying on her back, eyes closed, breathing heavily.  Helen was  
looking at my penis that was bobbing up and down. 
        "Oh, you like me!"  Helen said coyly.  "You really,  
really like me!" 
        Totally naked, I rushed over to Helen and embraced  
her.  She was sweaty, sticky, but I reveled in the taste of her  
victory.  I kissed her passionately and my penis rubbed up  
against her vagina.  I quickly picked her up by the legs and  
put her back against the wall.  She reached down and grabbed  
hold of my dick and guided it into her cunt  I pumped her  
hard up against the wall with my piston. 
        "I'd like to thank my personal trainer..."  Helen  
whispered.  "The members of the academy...that's so  
good...don't stop...don't stop."   
         I continued my gyrations. 
        "Oh...Oh...set me down...I need to lay down," Helen  
gasped.  I began to set her down on the mat when she stopped  
me.  "No...set me down...on top of her." 
        I didn't stop to think, I just laid her down very  
gently, so that her head rested near Trang's breasts, who  
reacted feebly. 
        Helen guided me into her again, and placed her  
hands on my hips to show me the rhythm she wanted.  While  
I pumped my rod into her, I kissed her on the mouth and  
played with her breasts.  She seemed ready to come soon, and  
wrapped her arms around Trang's legs for leverage, to swivel  
her hips and get the motion she needed.   
        "Oh what a good fuck...go! go! go!" 
        She came then, but my orgasm would be much more  
prolonged.  I kept going and going.  Finally, Helen turned  
around and we fucked doggie style.  She lay her chest down  
on Trang's, grabbed the nearby towel, and wiped the blood  
off Trang's face.  Helen grabbed hold of Trang's hands and  
pressed them above her head on the floor.  She swirled her  
tongue around Trang's nipples, kissed her on the mouth and  
face. Trang seemed to stir and respond. 
        "Oh, honey," Helen said to her, looking into her  
eyes.  "What a good fuck your boyfriend is giving me. Oooff!   
And he's so much more excited with me than he was with  
you yesterday.  Ahhh!  Guess he just needed a real woman,  
huh?  Don't worry, I'll give him back to you  
someday...woof!...when I'm bored with him...oh my god, it's  
so big!"  She kissed Trang deeply on the mouth, snapped her  
head up and gave out a cunning laugh.   
        "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Helen yelled, coming again. 
        Watching her taunt Trang gave me that extra  
excitement I needed to come, taking off inside Helen like a  
NASA rocket at the launch bay in Cape Canaveral. 
        I rolled over onto my back.  Helen slipped off of  
Trang and lay on top of me, resting her head on my chest.   
We caressed each other and enjoyed our post-wrestling-fuck  
high for about five minutes, enjoying the endorphins  
exploding through our brains. 
        Then Helen touched my face and said, "Your  
girlfriend's bleeding all over the place.  Take her into the  
bathroom and doctor her up.  Use the medicine cabinet for  
her wounds.  Put her in our bed, then come join me over there  
in the guest bedroom for a bath." 
        I reached under Trang's shoulders and got her to  
stand up, somewhat shakily.  I kissed her cheek and  
whispered praises for her spirit in her ear. 
        "Hurry up,"  Helen commanded, a sexy, sly grin on  
her face.  "The fun's only just begun..." 
 
Part 4 
 
The shower managed to revive Trang a bit--only to remind  
her how much pain she was in. The water hit her scratched  
and cut skin, stinging like hell.  She stopped bleeding almost  
immediately, and I inspected her buns as she stepped out of  
the shower.  Trang looked like she had been mauled by a  
tigress.  I rubbed a special herbal salve that Helen kept in the  
medical cabinet on Trang's buns, then bandaged them up so  
that she could at least sit down comfortably.  I gave her an  
aspirin to dull the pain and a valium to help her relax.  I put  
her into Helen's bed and rubbed a deep-heating gel into her  
muscles. 
        Trang didn't say too much to me, exhausted as she  
was.  I knew she was kicking herself for letting Helen get the  
better of her.  But after my massage and tiny kisses, she  
quietly went to sleep. 
        I walked back to the kitchen, still naked.  There was  
a bedroom adjoining the kitchen, and entering there I heard  
the sounds of Helen, soaking in a huge bathtub. 
        "Come on in, lover boy," Helen seductively purred,  
"The water's fine and the company's not too bad, either." 
        I stepped into the warm, soapy water and slid on top  
of Helen's firm body.  My arms encircled her chest and I  
kissed her passionately on the lips. 
        "I need a massage, darling,"  Helen said, flipping  
over on her stomach.  "Your little kitten put a few kinks in  
my back." 
        I began massaging her broad shoulders.  Helen's  
neck and back muscles were as tight as steel cables. 
        "God!  You're so tight.  It takes all the strength in  
my hands just to loosen you up a little bit." 
        "You're doin' fine, darlin'.  Uuugghh!  Fuck- 
fighting ain't for the weak, not even when it's against a  
rookie like your little pet." 
        "She had you on the ropes for a few moments in  
there...if she was totally fresh, it might have ended  
differently." 
        "Ohhh, you're so loyal.  Dumb, but loyal.  I admire  
that...down lower...lower...that's it, there!" 
        "So, how many women have you lured into your  
little room there?" 
        "I lost track after the first dozen or so..." 
        My penis had settled along the crack between her  
ass.  As I massaged and admired Helen's wonderful back, it  
grew ever more rigid once again. 
        "Ummmm...your big boy is coming back again."   
Helen started rubbing her ass gently against my penis.  "Tell  
me, what's the bigger turn on for you?" 
        "What?" 
        "Seeing your girlfriend trounce another lady for  
you...or watching her get her ass kicked over you?" 
        I thought about it for a few seconds, but my  
psychoanalytical skills were rapidly fading as she pressed her  
buns up against the undershaft of my hard-on. 
        "Both have a pretty good effect on me..." 
        Helen laughed. 
        "Let me stick it in your ass like I did last night.  It  
was sooooo good." 
        "You like a little ass fucking, huh?  You're a little  
fetishist after my own heart." 
        "Sodomy, Asian girls, female wrestling, amazonian  
babes, a little light torture, I got 'em all, sweetheart!"  I  
pointed the tip of my dick at Helen's asshole. 
        She stepped out of the tub, tiny little waterfalls  
hitting the rug.  "Not now, buddy.  At least not yet.  If you're  
good and play along with me, I might give you a treat later." 
        I followed her out of the tub.  "You're going to let  
such a good hard-on go to waste?" 
        Helen dabbed at her body with a towel.  "I never  
waste anything, honey!"  She leaned her body forward,  
placing her hands on the sink for support, and spread her  
legs.  "Come on, give it to me from the rear!  I want to watch  
you fuck me in the mirror!" 
        I slipped my bulging penis into her vagina from  
behind.  Helen moaned and I heard the wet, slapping sound of  
my dick sliding in and out of her hole.  I poked her slowly for  
a few minutes there in that position. 
        "Helen, you want to try a wheelbarrow?" 
        "A wheelbarrow?  Woof...what's that?" 
        "I'll show you.  Let's keep my dick inside you, and  
move over to the toilet."  I guided her over to it.  "Now grip  
the lid very securely.  I am going to pick up your legs and  
you'll be doing a hand stand." 
        Helen let out a yelp as I gripped her calves and  
pulled them up to my chest.  But she managed to keep her  
grip on the toilet lid. 
        "Now I am going to pull you off the lid and onto the  
carpet.  Get ready."  I gently pulled her onto the carpet.  My  
dick almost completely slid out of her vagina.  But I gripped  
Helen by her outer thighs and pulled her cunt closer to my  
crotch. 
        "Oh god!  God!  I can't fucking believe this!"  Helen  
exclaimed, standing on her hands. 
        "Now you'll see why it's called the wheelbarrow!   
Let's go forward." 
        I gently walked her into the bedroom, taking tiny  
hand-steps toward the extra bed.  We wound up fucking like  
crazed animals on the bed, taking more time to play with  
each other during and afterward. 
 
After our passions were spent, or perhaps I should say,  
paused, we realized that we were both incredibly hungry.  We  
wolfed down tons of food, water, and Gatorade in the kitchen.   
We rested in the kitchen for a while, as Helen told me of  
some of the other women she had fought in her special room.   
She tried to entice me into leaving Trang for her, but I  
assured her that I would not do that. 
        Almost immediately after I said that, Helen realized  
she had forgotten something.  "I gotta go play with my new  
gal-pal."  She stood up and started walking into the living  
room.  I followed her.  I was tired, but I could feel my libido  
making a comeback. 
        "Uh-uh, lover boy," Helen told me, fiddling with  
some switches on her monitors.  The picture on them changed  
to several different views of her bedroom where Trang slept.   
"This is between just us girls.  But you can watch us in here." 
        "I promise not to interfere.  You can do anything you  
want to her." 
        "I'm not gonna do anything to her she hasn't already  
done to me, baby."  Helen padded over to me in her bare body  
and feet, and grabbed hold of my penis.  "Keep it up and keep  
it stiff.  But don't come till I get back to give ya a treat you'll  
never forget." 
        Helen gave me a kiss, then quickly raced to the  
bedroom and threw the door locked shut behind her. 
        Again, I was consigned to watching my poor, dear,  
helpless Trang at the mercy of this hellion. 
        I saw Helen enter the room and remove several  
objects from a nightstand, setting them up on the bed.  She  
removed the sheets and bedcovers to reveal Trang's naked  
body. 
        Helen then proceeded to have sex with Trang in  
much the same way that Trang had done to her last night.   
Starting off tenderly, kissing and stroking her nipples and  
clitoris, Helen taunted Trang with mutterings that I was going  
to leave her for Helen.  She got Trang wound up to the point  
of an orgasm, then stopped doing everything to flip her over  
onto her stomach.   
        Then Helen strapped her own dildo around her  
waist.  "Your gal ain't gonna like this much, honey, but I sure  
am!"  She exclaimed into the camera, first strapping on, then  
lubing the dildo with a gel.  It didn't seem as big as the one  
Trang had used last night, by a long shot.  I also noticed  
something that seemed like a battery pack on the rear of the  
strap-on that rested against Helen's back. 
        Helen slipped the tiny shaft into Trang's ass, who  
squealed.   
        "I'm startin' the engines, honey!"  Helen yelled.  She  
clicked a button, which activated the ingenious device.  It  
expanded the shaft inside Trang's butt slowly, but also  
vibrated against Helen's own clitoris and vagina, stimulating  
her as well.  The shaft grew bigger and bigger, and I saw  
Helen grab Trang's wrists and pull, arching her backward  
again, to drive the shaft deeper and deeper into her.  Trang  
pleaded and begged with her new mistress to stop, but Helen  
kept on humping her butt.  Helen finally stopped rubbing  
against her slave when the vibrator made her squeal with  
delight, although it looked like the orgasm was caused as  
much by the psychological domination of Trang as much as  
the physical pleasure. 
        Helen withdrew the vibrator and flipped Trang over,  
who was grimacing from the pain. 
        "Awww, my pet, let me make it all better."  Again  
Helen proceeded to make love to Trang in a tender and  
gingerly manner.  It took about fifteen minutes for Trang to  
soften up and trust her mistress again. 
        Needless to say, that in the living room, as I rested  
back on the couch and watched them stroking and caressing  
each other, my penis was once again standing at attention.   
So far, I wasn't worried for Trang.  She had lost a couple of  
other battles to other women in our past together, and so far  
the sexual domination hadn't been out of the ordinary from  
what her other mistresses had done to her.  That was about to  
change. 
        Helen pulled out a special vibrator and turned it on.   
I saw that this vibrator had two prongs on it.  One was the  
vibrator for the cunt, the other prong was much shorter, like a  
thumb, and had some kind of small twirling wheel on it.  She  
started probing the vibrator into Trang with her right hand,  
caressing her clitoris and breasts with her left, kissing her  
occasionally.  I soon understood what the wheel on the thumb  
was for.  It was to stimulate Trang's little butt-hole by  
brushing and tickling it as the main prong slid in and out of  
her cunt.  The effect was stimulating. 
        Soon, Trang was near-orgasmic, moaning, thrashing  
her arms about the mattress.  But Helen pulled out the  
vibrator and turned it off.  She stopped touching Trang and  
merely watched her. 
        "Oh, mistress!  Mistress!  Mistress!"  Trang wailed.   
She reached her hands down between her thighs, but Helen  
grabbed her arms and pined them above her head.  "Please let  
me come.  Please!  I'll do anything you say." 
        "You will, my pretty kitty-cat?"  Helen asked,  
observing Trang's helplessness.  "I'll let you have that  
orgasm...but you may regret it later!" 
        Helen grabbed some handcuffs out of the nightstand.   
I heard the bedroom door unlock, and Helen walked out,  
dragging Trang by the hair behind her.  She took Trang down  
the hallway towards a room I hadn't been in, and ordered me  
to stay in the living room.  I wondered when I was going to  
get my next orgasm as well!   
        Helen walked out into the living room a few minutes  
later.  "Close your eyes."  She commanded.  "Don't open  
them until I tell you." 
        I heard Helen go into the kitchen.  I listened to the  
grinding gears of the can opener, and Helen running quickly  
back into the room where she had led Trang.  Sounds of  
Trang squealing in horror, but not pain.  Then Helen came  
back into the living room and told me to go back and took a  
look at Trang. 
        I raced into the last room in Helen's house that I had  
not yet seen.  It was bare.  No furniture at all.  But on the  
floor lay Trang on her back, legs and arms spread diagonally,  
handcuffed to circular, metallic rings embedded into the floor.   
And on her naked body, from her breasts, her stomach, to her  
crotch, lay mounds of moist dog food.  An especially big  
clump of dog food lay on top of cunt. 
        "Gil!  She's a crazy bitch!  Get me out of here right  
now!" 
        I hesitated for an instant.  I knew what was going to  
happen.  I knew Trang's fear of big dogs.  But my dick  
hardened at the thought of seeing it happen. 
        "Gil!  Hurry before she comes back!" 
        "Too late, dear."  Helen appeared, naked in the  
doorway, wearing her black high heels.  Woofie the Labrador  
retriever panted heavily beside her, his tongue hanging out of  
his mouth, dripping saliva on the floor.  "It's feedin' time,  
and Woofie here hasn't eaten all day!"  She let go of Woofie's  
collar. 
        The dog trotted over to Trang, and immediately  
started licking the dogfood from her left breast. 
        "Gil!  You son of a bitch!  Get me out of this now!"   
She screamed and flailed at her handcuffs, but it was  
impossible for her to pull the rings out of the ground. 
        Helen cackled madly and shoved me outside the  
room, pulling the door closed shut behind us.  Trang  
continued to scream. 
        "Getting some heroic thoughts now, lover boy?"   
Helen said, pushing me back down the hallway.  "You really  
should save her you know, since you are so loyal."  She  
stabbed her finger at my chest.  "But there's a part of you that  
likes this.  A dark part of you that always succumb to." 
        We were back in the living room now.  Woofie and  
Trang were on the monitors. 
        Helen stood close to me.  The heels almost brought  
us eyelevel.  "You know what my greatest triumph is this  
weekend?  Beating the shit out of Trang is nothing.  It's  
getting you to abandon her and fucking me here as my dog  
rapes the hell out of her.  And it's all getting you so hot.   
Have you ever been this hot before?  I've never seen you so  
big."  She held my stand-up erection in her hand.  I could say  
nothing.  I could do nothing.  I was paralyzed by my total,  
out-of-control lust, and my sympathy for Trang's torture. 
        Helen then hooked her leg around mine and jerked  
it, causing me to fall slowly onto my back as she kept hold of  
me.  Woofie was eating the dogfood off of Trang's tummy  
now.  She had stopped screaming for help, but her body  
trembled.  My dick stood straight up like an arrow.  Helen  
impaled herself on it, juicy as a hamburger.  My guilt and fear  
slid away.  Nothing held me back now. 
        Helen fucked me like she had fucked Trang earlier.   
Whenever it looked like I might come, she paused, waited till  
I got smaller, then started again.  She looked at the monitor  
and said, "Oh, the best part is coming up!  Woofie is getting  
his treat--and now, so will you."  She slid off me and laid  
down on her flat stomach in front of the monitors.  "Put your  
pod up my brown eye, honey.  Knock my lights out!" 
        I sat up and looked at Helen's firm, toned buttocks  
with anticipation.  I pounced on her back and slipped my dick  
into her asshole.  Her head chucked up a bit as it first went it.   
I saw Woofie eating at the mound upon Trang's crotch.  He  
first ate the juicier chunks, the licked the remains.  Woofie  
just couldn't get enough of the food residue in and around  
Trang's cunt, and kept licking, licking, licking.  Trang  
started squealing again, her legs straining against the  
restraints.   
        I humped and humped against Helen's butt as we  
both watched it all happen.  We saw Trang start to pump her  
crotch up and down slightly against Woofie's tongue. 
        "Look at that.  See how badly she wants to come.  A  
bitch fucking a bitch!"  Helen laughed madly. 
        As we saw Trang start to yell and thrash as her  
orgasm took place, I exploded into Helen's anus.        It must  
have been the fuck of the decade, because I lost consciousness  
right afterward. 
 
I awoke on the floor of the living room, the monitors turned  
off.  I must have slept for a couple of hours at least.  My dick  
was raw as hell from all the fucking I had done.  I felt  
enormously exhausted and burned out from the adrenaline sex  
high that I had experienced in the past two days. 
        I stumbled to the room where Trang had been with  
Woofie.  No one was there.  Not even a scrap of dogfood lay  
on the carpet. 
        I walked to Helen's bedroom.  The door was closed.   
I opened it gently and saw Helen sleeping in her bed, alone. 
        I began to feel panicked now.  Where was Trang?   
Had Helen tortured her more?  Did Trang get so disgusted  
that she had left without me?  Reality had quickly slammed  
back into my head.  I really loved Trang.  I couldn't lose her,  
not over my disgusting fetishes. 
        I made my way to the guest bedroom off the kitchen.   
The bed was empty.  I looked through the window to the patio  
and yard outside.  Other than Woofie, nothing.  I heard a  
sound of water swooshing.  I looked into the bathroom.   
Trang was there, sleepy in warm soapy water. 
        She looked up at me sternly.  "Well, I always knew  
you'd come through for me when it really counted.  Was she  
that good?" 
        "I'm sorry...I couldn't help myself.  How are you  
feeling?" 
        "I feel much better now." 
        "What did she do to you after I passed out?" 
        "Afraid you missed something kinky and great?"   
Her expression was still grim.  "After you fucked her buns  
off, she came and un-cuffed me.  Then she was very nice to  
me.  It seems like without a perverted voyeur like you to  
perform for, she can be a pretty decent woman." 
        I gulped hard. 
        "Helen gave me a shower and soaped all that  
horrible dog saliva away.  We made out in the shower for a  
while, but I was so weak.  She made me something wonderful  
to eat.  I started to feel better and my energy level came back  
up.  Then we went back into the bedroom.  We had great sex.   
She gave me one hell of a pleasure fuck, without any kind of  
torture.  I had several orgasms.  Then I returned the favor to  
her with her favorite vibrator toy.  You think you know where  
we can get one of those?" 
        I saw Trang smile then, the smile that said a  
thousand words, that said she wasn't really mad at all.  It  
meant that I was forgiven, that the fighting and the pain had  
been worth it for her.  That she understood my helplessness as  
part of the sex play. 
        "Sure," I said to her. "Let's go home, honey." 
 
 
It wasn't a complete happy ending.  Trang had never had her  
butt kicked so completely before.  She could have lost her life  
in that room.  It took her a few weeks to completely heal the  
scratches and bruises that Helen had given her. 
        Trang ached to prove herself in combat again.  She  
took apart one of the ladies on her gardening crew when she  
teased Trang as not being so tough anymore.  Trang made her  
submit in less than a minute.  It wasn't that erotic or  
satisfying.  Neither were any of the women that Trang  
challenged after that. 
        Trang went back to Helen's house, realizing that she  
had to have a rematch, 6 weeks later, but we found a "FOR  
SALE: SOLD" sign out in front, and the house empty of her  
possessions.  I sensed a feeling of letdown in Trang then.   
Trang would not feel satisfied unless she challenged another  
woman as sexy, strong, smart, and vicious as Helen, and  
dominated her into complete submission.  It would take us  
months, and a trip out of Texas, to find another lady of that  
caliber. 
 
 
After she had fought Helen, we had only found one  
challenger for Trang, a new employee from the landscaping  
service.  She was a bimbo who had stupidly picked a fight  
with Trang and submitted to her in less than two minutes.   
She had no bisexual impulses whatsoever, so it was doubly  
disappointing.   
     In desperation, we sought out a wrestling academy in  
the Philippines.  Trang had undergone two weeks of training  
in wrestling, boxing, and kickboxing at the Catfighter's  
Palace.  A symbol of her graduation from this academy now  
appeared on her right butt-check:  a tattoo of a tigress,  
leaping at its prey, claws extended.  It meant that now she  
was forever a member of the secret Cat Cult, a secret society  
of women who fought to dominate each other sexually around  
the world.  It also meant that our Cat Scratch Fever had risen  
to a new level.  Having sex without the wrestling or fighting  
before hand seemed tame and commonplace.   
        Unfortunately, outside of an annual CatSport  
tournament head in Manila in the spring, we had no idea  
where to find other women wrestlers or fighters. 
        Coming back to Texas after the Philippines trip was  
a real let down.  Trang was a like an arrow, fully cocked and  
loaded inside of a bow, but with no target to be released after.   
A couple of months had passed, and she was extremely bored,  
restless, and bitchy. 
        "We have to do something, Gil.  We can't sit around  
here passively in the Bible Belt and expect to find another  
great female fighter!"  Trang said to me. 
        "Maybe we could take another trip to the  
Philippines, but the airfare is so expensive now..."  I said,  
remembering her incredible battle there with the Filipina  
called Tara. 
        "If it's the only way, Gil, you'll have to put it on  
your Visa card,"  Trang said.  "Please.  I'll help you pay it  
off." 
        "No--wait a minute.  I was watching the Women's  
Pro Beach Volleyball tournament yesterday--they showed this  
lady walking through downtown New Orleans, where they  
had a lady going into a women's wrestling bar.  What if we  
went there and talked the manager into letting you fight one  
of the ladies there?" 
        "What if it's sleazy?"  Trang asked.  "I am not going  
to wrestle in mud or in oil.  I want a real fighter." 
        Like Helen, I thought.  "OK, we'll just take a long  
weekend off and check it out over there.  If nothing else, we'll  
have a nice getaway.  If it doesn't seem challenging enough,  
we could still go back to the Philippines later if it doesn't  
work out." 
        "All right,"  Trang muttered, and walked away  
moodily.  I hoped to hell that this was going to work out, as I  
could tell she wouldn't be in the mood tonight.  But I had no  
idea about what disaster the Fever was going to cause. 
 
 
We started driving early the next day towards New Orleans.   
Trang slept for most of the ride and did not say much.  She  
was dressed in a white T-shirt with a picture of Mickey  
Mouse on it, and a pair of brown khaki shorts that showed off  
her awesome buttery legs. 
        We stopped at a small Quik-E type store just outside  
of Houma.  Trang walked ahead of me into the store.  As she  
did so, I noticed a man and a blond-haired woman, leaning  
against the hood of their truck, both eyeing Trang as she  
walked into the store.  The man, whose name I never did  
learn, but called him "Tex" anyway, for he wore a cowboy hat  
and boots, plaid shirt and jeans.  He woof-whistled as Trang  
went into the door, and I stared at him for a moment before  
going in myself. 
        "Just ignore it,"  Trang said to me. 
        "You're the fighter, not me."  I replied, as I paid for  
our drinks and walked outside. 
        "Well, look at this piece of trash that blew into  
town," the blond-haired lady drawled in a southern accent,  
looking up and down at Trang.  She looked to be about 30.   
Her hair came down just past her ears in a bowl type of  
haircut.  She wore cut off blue jeans, and legs were tanned,  
sexy and firm, but did not appear muscular.  A white shirt  
was tied at her breasts, bigger than Trang's but not enormous,  
exposed a washboard stomach.  She was sexy and feisty, and  
her slightly freckled face snarled a bit whenever she talked to  
Trang.  "Hope you aren't planning on stayin' here too long,  
honey." 
        Trang glared at the woman briefly. 
        "Ooo!  You challengin' me, dirt fox?"  the blond  
taunted. 
        "Hey, mister!"  Tex called over to me.  "I'll bet ya  
one-hunnerd dollars that Daisy here can take yer ladyfriend  
there in a fair fight." 
        "No way, pal..."  I started to reply, but Trang glared  
at me in the eye and cut me off. 
        "I can take her,"  Trang said calmly.  "Are you sure  
you've got $100 to lose?" 
        Daisy squealed and stood up from the truck, staring  
her blue eyes into Trang.  "You better be sure, honey.  I grew  
up wrestlin' pigs that weighed more than you do." 
        "Right here, honey bun,"  Tex drawled, waving  
around five $20 bills.  "Let's go around back, where we can  
have us a bit of privacy." 
        We let them lead the way around the back of the  
market into an empty dirt field.  I looked around it, suspicious  
of some kind of setup or trick, but there appeared to be none.   
The little dirt field was protected from the sight of the  
highway and some trees even obscured the back of window of  
the Quik-E mart. 
        Daisy skipped over to one side of the field, looking  
like a happy kid.  Trang handed me her water bottle.  I was  
worried, even though excited about seeing her fight again.   
Trang was taking this much too calmly. 
        "Watch out, darling,"  I whispered to her.  "Don't  
get too overconfident.  She may be tougher than she looks." 
        "Don't worry,"  Trang replied, kissing my cheek.   
"It'll be over soon.  Get ready to be $100 richer in a few  
minutes." 
        "Enough stallin'!"  Tex barked.  "Get ready to  
wrassle, ladies!" 
        I walked over next to Tex over at the edge of the  
field as Trang started to stretch a little. 
        "Before we begin, I wanna know if you got a  
hunnerd on you, city-boy."  Tex said.  I pulled out my money  
out of my wallet to show him.  "You're gonna see a good  
show now, bud." 
        "Come and get it, darlin'!"  Daisy said to Trang.   
She awaited Trang, standing with her hands on her hips at  
the far side of the field, a bold cat even though she appeared  
to be about an inch shorter than Trang, and certainly not as  
muscular.  Trang ran over to her and lunged for her arm, but  
Daisy dodged away.  Both women circled each other in their  
tennis shoes.  Daisy's eyes locked onto Trang's and she hissed  
at my beloved.  Suddenly her arms shot out and grabbed at  
Trang's long, straight black hair, yanking down hard.  Daisy  
brought her knee up quickly to smash into Trang's lower jaw.   
Daisy then brought her right leg above Trang's head and  
wrapped it around her neck, choking her, then driving her  
body to the ground. 
        Trang was now crouched on the ground in the choke  
hold, Daisy on one knee above her.  "You ain't so tough.   
Come on, why dontcha show me some of that kung-fooey  
shit?"  She grabbed Trang's right arm and bent it behind her  
back. 
        Trang's left hand was free, and she used to grab hold  
of Daisy's right breast, and squeezed hard with her claws  
through the white shirt.  Daisy squealed a bit and let go of  
Trang's arm to remove the claw at the breast.  Trang then  
used both free hands to grab hold firmly of Daisy's buns, and  
stood up, flipping Daisy behind her back into the air. 
        Daisy landed on her back.  Trang quickly fell down  
on top of Daisy hard, driving her butt into Daisy's stomach.   
Trang locked her left arm around Daisy's neck, and wrapped  
her right arm around Daisy's knees.  This was called an  
accordian move--because Trang locked her fingers together,  
pulling Daisy's head/shoulders towards her legs, which were  
locked down and immobilized by Trang's tremendous grip. 
        Daisy sputtered and strained in Trang's grip.  Her  
left arm was under Trang's legs pinned.  Only her right arm  
remained free, but all it could do was pull on Trang's hair,  
which wasn't enough to make my darling let go. 
        "Give it up and go back to your pigs!"  Trang said to  
her. 
        "Eat this...sugah..."  Daisy gasped, then opened up  
her jaws to take a tremendous bite out of Trang's left breast. 
        Trang's fingers let go of the accordian hold almost  
immediately as she wailed in pain.  Daisy used the freedom to  
grab hold of Trang's legs with her left arm, and threw them  
up in the air, driving Trang onto the dirt ground while  
maintaining her bite.  Trang pushed away at Daisy's chin  
with her hands, which ended the breast-biting.  But by now  
Daisy had stood up, gripping on Trang's ankles, and whipped  
her around on her stomach.  Daisy bent the ankles and calves  
backward towards Trang's head, executing a Boston Crab  
maneuver. 
        By this time I was fully aroused, my dick begging to  
be released from the layers of underwear and jeans that I was  
wearing.  As I watched Daisy grip my darling's legs, bending  
them and her spine backward, making my darling shout,  
"Aieee-yaaaahh!" in agony, I realized that Daisy was no mere  
pig fighter.  The maneuver she was using was a professional  
one. 
        "Your babe out there fight in the pros?"  I asked Tex. 
        "Yep, my sister fights down at a club in New  
Orleans,"  he drawled.  "Been doing it fer ten years now.   
Makes a good livin'.  What about yer gal?" 
        "She's been taught by pros, but only fights amateurs  
so far." 
        "Too bad.  She's a real spitfire!" 
        "Give it up, sugah!"  Daisy yelled at Trang, driving  
her right foot into Trang's genital area for a moment.  "Even  
your boyfriend's losing interest." 
        Trang slapped at the ground with her arms, her  
grimacing face determined to find a way of the crab hold. 
        But Daisy could tell that as painful as the crab hold  
was, it was not making Trang submit.  She changed position  
and pushed Trang's ankles down to her butt, keeping them  
locked down by sitting on top of Trang's legs and back.  She  
took hold of Trang's arms, pulling them backward, bending  
her spine like a bow. 
        "I'm gonna snap ya like a twig if ya don't give it up,  
honey,"  Daisy warned.  Her expression was one of  
determination, with a slight smile of triumph coming out of  
the corner of her mouth. 
        Trang sucked in her breath and made her break for  
freedom.  She reached backwards with her arms, even further  
than Daisy was pulling them.  Her hands found the bottom of  
Daisy's chest-high shirt, and gripped it tightly.  She shifted  
her body weight forward and pulled--the end result  
somersaulting Trang's body forward, and flipping Daisy off of  
her, and both Tex and I exclaimed when we heard a ripping  
sound. 
        Daisy landed on her ass, topless.  Trang had ripped  
the shirt off her back.  Daisy's breasts vibrated as her body  
absorbed the impact of the fall. 
        Trang allowed Daisy no room to recover.  She sat her  
knees upon Daisy's arms, pinning them to the ground.  Daisy  
brought her legs up and back to get Trang's neck.  Trang  
forestalled them with her arm instead, and used the tattered  
remains of Daisy's shirt to hogtie Daisy by the ankles. 
        "Isn't this what they do to pigs in roping contests,  
cowgirl?"  Trang taunted Daisy, while gasping and recovering  
her breath.  Daisy remained silent.  "No snappy comebacks  
now, Bimbo Daisy?  How about this?"  Trang drove her nails  
into Daisy's exposed breasts and laughed as Daisy screamed. 
        Trang lay down on her side and pulled Daisy by the  
hair, quickly forcing Daisy's neck high up in-between Trang's  
thighs.  Trang lay on her left arm and squeezed with her  
incredible leg power, putting Daisy in one hell of choke hold  
that looked impossible to break.  Daisy flailed her legs  
around, but since they were tied up, they were useless to her.   
Soon, Daisy's face was turning red was making grunting  
noises. 
        "Anytime you're ready to give up, shugah, just say  
the word,"  Trang teased her, and clawed at Daisy's tits with  
her right hand.  She was smiling now and looked up at me in  
anticipation of her victory. 
        But my darling had forgotten about Daisy's hands.   
The left one appeared to be almost useless, under Trang's  
butt.  But there was enough room for Daisy to reach up and  
grab the side of Trang's shorts.  Just enough to anchor it, just  
enough for the right arm to come in fast, latch onto the front  
of Trang's shorts, near the front button.  Daisy yanked hard,  
and the button popped right off and landed a few feet away.   
Daisy tugged very hard another three times.  Trang tried to  
stop her with her right hand, but it was too late.  On the  
second tug, Daisy had snapped the zipper open, and on the  
third tug, had ripped the shorts in half. 
        Trang's cunt was now exposed to Daisy--the result of  
not wearing panties that day!  Daisy opened her mouth and bit  
down into it hard.  It was the only thing that could stop  
Trang.  And it worked--Trang immediately released the  
choke hold, but Daisy kept biting.  Trang stabbed her fingers  
into Daisy's eyes to make her jaws release their grip. 
        My heart skipped a beat while my hard-on begged  
for release.  I had never seen Trang so injured before.  This  
was getting out of hand.  I thought that maybe I should stop  
this now before she got really hurt. 
        "Maybe this is goin' too far,"  Tex drawled, echoing  
my thoughts. 
        The two women had paused for a moment.  Trang  
had rolled away from Daisy, and was on her hands and knees,  
massaging her vagina.  Daisy was laying down and sucking in  
huge gasps of air, her breasts quaking with relief.  They  
rested for at least a minute. 
        "I guess it is a draw,"  I said.  "Let's go, Trang." 
        "No...fucking...way,"  Trang said, standing up  
shakily.  There was a look of intense hatred on her face. 
        "Tougher than I thought, darlin'..."  Daisy said, and  
got to her knees, then stood up.  "It's just gonna make my  
conquest a whole lot sweeter."   She unbuckled her shorts,  
stepped out of them and threw them over to Tex.  Daisy stood  
naked as a jaybird, her nipples stood out and erect, the  
expression on her face grim, shaking away the sweat.  "Let's  
finish this, darlin', before your boyfriend over thah proposes  
to me." 
        Trang removed her Mickey Mouse T-shirt and threw  
it over to me.  Now both wildcats were naked, except for their  
athletic shoes.  Daisy let out a yell and charged Trang with  
her arms outstretched.  The two fighters locked hands for a  
contest of strength and leverage, each trying to topple each  
other over.  I saw the muscles in Daisy's back and shoulders  
appear, a result of her long workouts.  Even though Trang  
was an inch taller than Daisy, the smaller woman held her  
own. 
        They pushed, tugged, and turned around, allowing  
Tex and I to view them both.  I saw beads of sweat drip down  
Trang's muscular back, down her lovely toned bun, and down  
to the dirt.  Trang stepped forward to gain some leverage, but  
her foot slid on a big rock, and she went down on one knee.   
Daisy pushed her advantage forward, causing Trang to arch  
backward.   
        "Got ya now, darlin'!"  Daisy exclaimed, as her  
supple breasts rubbed up against Trang's. 
        Trang's answer to this was to simply fall backwards.   
In doing so, she took Daisy by surprise, as the blond fell down  
upon my megababe's chest.  Trang then pushed up with her  
legs and knees against Daisy's body, while gripping her  
shoulders, to somersault Daisy's body backward.  Daisy  
landed hard on her ass, once again. 
        Trang somersaulted backward herself and sat on  
Daisy's stomach.  Trang pinned Daisy's arms under her  
knees.  She curled back her right fist and slammed it into  
Daisy's left tit, hard.  "Give up, bitch!"   
        Daisy moaned, but yelled, "Never, chink!" 
        Trang hurled a half dozen blows against both of  
Daisy's breasts.  "Don't ever call me that, pig-whore!" 
Daisy seemed done for.  Trang sat up a bit and  
twirled Daisy over onto her stomach like a rag doll.  She lay  
her bronzed skin down upon Daisy's ass and back, and curled  
her buttery legs around Daisy's, locking them under her  
control.  Trang's left arm took hold of Daisy's left wrist, and  
bent it behind her back.  With her right arm curled tightly  
around Daisy's neck in a choke hold, it seemed like the  
hayseed had no where to go.  Her face turned red again as she  
strained futilely against Trang. 
        We were deep in the Fever then.  I gazed at my  
lovely Asian femizon riding on top of the blond Southern  
hellcat, my penis yearning for my touch, or for a thrust inside  
either of their cunts or their ass.  I hoped that I could  
somehow talk Daisy into ditching Tex and coming back to a  
motel room with us.  How wild she could be in bed! 
        I snapped out of this fantasy when I heard Trang yell  
out.  Her head jolted to one side.  She released her grip on  
Daisy and clutched the side of her head.  In Daisy's right  
hand, which had been free, I saw that she gripped a large,  
jagged piece of rock.  In her desperation, she must have  
reached out into the dirt and found it.  She slammed it into  
Trang's head again.  The impact still hurt Trang even though  
she had her hand in between the rock and her skull. 
Daisy shifted her body weight and flipped Trang  
over.  Daisy let go of the rock and steadied her hands on the  
ground, now laying on top of Trang's stomach.  Daisy raised  
her pelvis into the air and slammed her bare butt into Trang's  
diaphragm, smashing the air out of her lungs. 
        Her face still red and enraged, Daisy sat up quickly,  
in between Trang's legs.  She brought her fist smashing hard  
into Trang's cunt, once, twice.  Trang yelled and tried to sit  
up, but Daisy hammered away at her four more times before  
Trang managed to place her hands over her vagina for  
protection. 
        I think Trang was close to crying, then.  Maybe she  
might have, had Daisy not stopped and took hold of her legs.   
Daisy curled Trang's legs backward, and moved to the side of  
Trang's body, bringing her left knee on top of Trang's left  
arm.  She used her right knee to exert pressure against  
Trang's windpipe.  Daisy's arm's were holding down Trang's  
legs, which started to flail as soon as she started to choke. 
        Trang's right hand shot up to claw at Daisy.  But the  
blond merely caught it with her right hand and kept it pressed  
against Trang's legs in the bear hold. 
        "Whatsa mattah...honey..."  Daisy said, panting for  
breath.  A dirty smile appeared as she taunted,  "This...ole  
polecat...got yer tongue?" 
        Drops of saliva sputtered of Trang's mouth as she  
tried to get of Daisy's death hold.  But it was useless. 
        "Tell ya what, sugah.  Since y'all seem to be  
incapable of talkin', you can signal your submission by  
holdin' up yer thumb.  Then me and yer man are gonna have  
use a little celebration party."  She yelled and whooped at me,  
winking her eye and grinning. 
        I couldn't help but be turned on.  I wanted Daisy so  
bad, I could have peeled off my clothes and done it right there  
with her in the dirt.  But another part of me was  
afraid...when I realized that Trang hated this bitch.  So much  
she might not submit. 
        Trang's middle fuck-you finger shot up in defiance. 
        "Now that ain't nice, honey!"  Daisy drove her knee  
harder into Trang's windpipe.  "Submit, ya stupid illegal  
cunt!  Before I break your neck." 
        Trang's middle finger stood erect again. 
        As I watched my darling's eyes glaze over and her  
face lose consciousness, Tex and I rushed toward to separate  
the two hellcats, praying that it wasn't too late. 
 
 
Two hours later I lay upon my back in a cheap double bed in  
a Motel 6, a hundred dollars poorer.  My penis standing hard  
and erect, as Daisy slid her cunt up and down it.  My fingers  
played with her nipples and reached behind to grab her ass.   
Her mouth made a perfect "O" as she hollered, "Oh...my,  
Jea-sus!"  as she came into her second orgasm of the evening. 
        She rode my cock until the orgasm fully played out,  
then slumped down against my chest.  "What does it take to  
make you come, darlin'?"  Daisy asked, panting hard, kissing  
me in between gasps of air. 
        "A little of this,"  I replied, squeezing her buns and  
inserting my thumb into her anus.  "Do you like it?" 
        "As long as I can just lay on my tummy and rest,  
then plug away darlin'!" 
        I stood up from the bed and walked around to the  
bathroom, almost colliding into the second bed where Trang  
lay, sleeping away with the help of a sedative that I gave her.   
Luckily, Tex and I separated the two in time, before the Fever  
had turned fatal.  I grabbed the jar of petroleum jelly and  
pounced back on top of Daisy.  Her beautiful back, ass, and  
legs, were just so sexy.  I rubbed my penis against the crack in  
her ass, just to get it even more excited.  Then I smeared  
some jelly onto both my penis and her anus, and breathed a  
sigh of utmost pleasure as I thrust my dick into her ass. 
        Daisy's head bobbed up a little as it went in.  "Jay- 
sus!  That's a mouthful I swallowed.  But keep on goin',  
honey!"  I continued to thrust, welcoming the pressure and  
the tight fit stimulating my dick.  I rubbed my hands over her  
back, grabbing her nipples.  I kissed and nipped at her  
shoulder and neck as I continued to thrust.  "I might have a  
better position fer ya..."  Daisy said, panting again, wriggling  
her hips and ass. 
        I came then.  My penis seemed to explode and send  
volts of electricity down Daisy's spine, as her head jerked up  
again, and her legs flailed.  "Oh my god...you're so good,"  I  
moaned after the ejaculation ended.  I rolled off her sweaty  
backside, and lay on my back next to her. 
        Too tired to talk or play, we drifted to sleep almost  
instantly.  My dreams seem to fade back to the past, to the  
Philippines,  to musty smoke-laced bars, where lovely brown  
skinned Filipinas danced on top of stages, their hips swaying  
at me like the winking of an eye... 
 
 
 
I had heard of the Catfighter's Palace in Manila thanks to  
sources on the Internet.  It was supposed to be a fabulous  
place that put on great women's wrestling and fighting  
shows, mostly comprised of Filipinas, some Chinese, a few  
Japanese, and an occasional white or black woman.  In  
addition to their shows, they had an academy, where they  
would train women in the arts of fighting.  For most poor  
Filipinas, they repaid this training to the academy by fighting  
in the Palace for a minimum of two years.  For those who  
lived outside the country and possessed money, a $300 fee (a  
fortune in that region) paid for the training. 
        We met the headmistress of the academy, Wichita, at  
the bar of the Palace.  She appeared to be in her late 30s, with  
long black hair, somewhat yellowed teeth, and a face that had  
seen many fights. "You got the money?"  she asked. 
        "Right here,"  I replied, and handed it over to her. 
        "Good,"  Wichita smiled.  "Trang will come with me  
now.  Two weeks, you come back, Trang is great catfighter.   
You no come in here until then.  Say good-bye to him."  She  
said to Trang, who looked somewhat apprehensive. 
        "There's no way I can see or talk to her until then?"   
I asked.  I already knew the rules, but hoped it wasn't  
enforced so rigidly. 
        "Is this for you or him?"  Wichita looked at Trang. 
        "It's for me!  I'd do it myself if I wasn't with him,"   
Trang said confidently. 
        "Good.  Because for next two weeks, you train.   
Train hard.  Morning, lift weight and run.  Afternoon, learn  
wrestling and boxing.  Evening, fight other girls.   No time  
for man.  No time to think about man.  Only time to think  
like a cat.  If not, other girls eat you like...mouse."  Wichita  
laughed riotously then. 
        "OK, OK,"  I said. 
        Trang kissed me on the mouth.  "Don't worry, baby.   
I'll make it."  She rubbed my crotch.  "And remember to use  
a condom if you get lonely." 
 
 
And it was hard not to get lonely or aroused in Manila.  I sat  
in bars, getting drunk and watching the beautiful Filipinas  
dance on stage.  Sometimes I would pick the one I liked the  
best, with nice thick legs that reminded me of a wrestler, and  
would take her to bed for $10.  But it seemed tame and boring  
after Trang and her fights. 
        One day, I did find a bar that was more interesting.   
As I watched the girls dance, there was one in particular that  
stood out for me.  She was Filipina, 5'6", same height as  
Trang, but very tall for most women of that country.  Her  
body was much bigger than Trang's:  arms, thighs, and calves  
were bulging and thick.  Although whether it was the result  
of working out or just her weight, I could not tell.  She looked  
like she could be a monster Filipina fighter.  Her face was  
stern, not as pretty as Trang was, and her curly dark hair feel  
down to her shoulders.  I found myself incredibly attracted to  
her. 
        Her name was Tara. 
        Then the dancing stopped, and all the girls cleared  
the stage, except for Tara and this other Filipina, who stood  
5'4".  The women kicked off their high heels, squared off on  
each side of the room, and started to circle each other.  As  
Tara circled around, I noticed a tattoo on her butt:  the mark  
of the Tigress.  She was a member of the Cat Cult. 
        The smaller woman gave Tara enough of a fight to  
make it interesting, but it ended ten minutes later with Tara  
sitting on the woman's chest and smashing her face to the  
floor just as she submitted. 
        I had been making eye contact with Tara all night.   
When the fight was over, she walked over to me in her bikini,  
and I bought her a drink.  I couldn't stop looking at her body,  
wondering what it would be like to have those thick legs  
around me in bed. 
        "You want to go upstairs?"  Tara asked me.       "I'll  
love you all night."  She rubbed against my leg with her  
hand. 
        I wound up taking her home and fucking the hell out  
of her.  That night, the next night, the night after that.  She  
would tell me stories of her battles, on the streets fighting  
other women for food, going to the Catfighter's Palace and  
becoming one of their top fighters, and now having paid back  
her debt, earning top dollar at the club I found her at. 
        I was so aroused and turned on with her.  She took  
my penis in her ass and loved it, too.  I shuddered to think  
what she might be able to do to Trang in the ring, and this  
made my orgasms even better. 
        We had spent five nights together.  I was due to go  
pick up Trang the next day, and we would be leaving soon. 
        "I am going to miss you," I said to Tara in bed. 
        "Don't leave me,"  Tara pleaded.  "Don't leave me,  
Gil.  I love you.  Want to go back to US with you.  Love me  
there." 
        "It's not that easy,"  I replied.  "I couldn't get you  
out of this country so easy.  There's lots of red tape from my  
government.  Plus, I don't think Trang would like it." 
        "Trang, Trang!"  Tara exclaimed angrily.  "Why you  
keep talking about her?  I am better than her.  Going to fight  
her tomorrow." 
        "What?  I thought she was getting out tomorrow." 
        "She get out.  But first, graduation ceremony  
includes a fight.  A fight with graduate, like me.  As soon as  
you told me about Trang, I asked Wichita to make sure I got  
her." 
        My penis stiffened as I thought about Tara riding  
Trang in bed, dominating her utterly.  As I felt this lust, I  
noticed that a change had happened within me.  I love Trang,  
and desired to see her wrestle, and occasionally, lose to a  
tougher women.  I no longer felt guilty about this as I used to.   
A part of Trang loved it, too. 
        I decided to make the situation more interesting.  "I  
tell you what, Tara,"  I said.  "If you beat Trang tomorrow,  
I'll take you back to the US." 
        "Maybe I don't just beat her,"  Tara replied, rolling  
over on top of me.  "Maybe I KILL her." 
        "No.  No Kill.  Kill, and you don't come to US." 
        "OK,"  Tara laughed, rubbing her vagina against my  
cock.  "No Kill.  Just crush.  Crush like mouse." 
 
 
"Crush!"  Tara shouted, slamming into Trang's body.  The  
crowd of men went wild.  Wichita sat at my table near the  
ring and laughed. 
        Trang was in the corner of the ring at the  
Catfighter's Palace.  Her nose was bloody, her tits had been  
punched, scratches reeked red scars over her legs.  Her bikini- 
clad body quivered under the impact of Tara's body.  I  
thought for sure she was defeated by the Filipina.  I had no  
intention of bringing Tara to the US, though, even if she did  
win. 
        But Trang eyes suddenly came alive.  She gripped  
Tara's shoulders and gave her a head-butt.  Tara's head  
whipped backward, and suddenly Trang rammed her knee  
into Tara's cunt a few times.  She reached down to grab hold  
of Tara's knees, and pulled upward, causing Tara to fall on  
her back, hard.  Trang stabbed the cunt again with her foot,  
then twirled Tara over onto her stomach.  Trang curled the  
lower feet back toward's Tara's butt and sat down hard on  
them.  Grabbing hold of Tara's curly jet black hair, she  
rammed Tara's head into the mat repeatedly.  I saw Tara's  
nose go all bloody. 
        The crowd roared even harder.  The rookie had just  
upset the champ! 
        Tara stopped the head blows by steadying her upper  
body with her arms.  Trang told hold of those arms by the  
wrists, and bent them both backward behind Tara's back.   
Tara moaned and wailed. 
        "Give up!"  Trang shouted.  Her face was dark and  
angry.  She had learned a lot in the past two weeks, but had  
also learned from Helen, using her maneuver from the fuck- 
fight room to turn the tables on Tara. 
        "No!"  Tara screamed, blood dripping into her teeth. 
        Trang reached her head around Tara's body and bit  
down on Tara's right breast.  Tara screamed even louder, and  
buckled her body violently, trying to shake off Trang.  But  
Trang rode her like a bronco rider.  The newly defined  
muscles in her legs and back kept her opponent pinned down,  
despite the fact that Tara still outweighed her by twenty  
pounds.  Trang kept riding and biting. 
        "Agghhhh...I give...give, give, give, give up!"  Tara  
shouted. 
        "And you submit to me tonight?"  Trang asked. 
        "Yes!  Aggghhh!" 
        Trang released her grip and slowly stood up as her  
opponent crumpled on the mat.  I couldn't believe what had  
happened.  And I was so excited about what was to come  
next. 
 
 
Trang emerged from the shower, examining the newly  
acquired tattoo on her bun briefly.  Then she came over to us  
on the bed, also newly showered and ready for her.  She  
flipped Tara over to her stomach and was about to play with  
her butt, when I could wait no longer.  I kissed Trang  
passionately on the lips. 
        "It's been too long...I've missed you."  I said,  
panting. 
        "Not too much,"  Trang replied, gripping my jaw.  "I  
heard from Wichita and you and Tara.  And your sneaky little  
deal." 
        "I was just trying to..."  I petered off. 
        "Forget it.  It gave me the fire I needed to burn this  
bitch good.  Now get me the strap-on dildo.  I've got to teach  
this bitch a lesson." 
        There begin the night of lovemaking that I still have  
dreams about.  Trang's buns pumping her dildo into Tara's,  
holding the Filipina's head in the air and alternatively kissing  
and biting her.  The two sets of beautiful buns with the  
Tigress tattoos.  Exploding inside of each of their anus',  
falling asleep only to be awakened by the two of them kissing  
and making love in a missionary position.  Regaining my  
energy after an early breakfast and fucking them again in  
their vaginas.  The cries of their orgasms sounding like a  
symphony in my ears. 
        Although Tara submitted dutifully in the  
lovemaking, when the sex was over, she was resentful and  
bitter. 
        Trang stepped out of the shower again around noon.   
We had packed and were ready to go to the airport.  Tara  
confronted Trang when her back was to her. 
        "Fight me now, Trang.  Fight naked.  I lose, stay  
here.  I win, I go back to US and be your maid." 
        "Are you crazy?  We can't take you back,"  Trang  
replied. 
        "You afraid of me, Trang?"  Tara grabbed hold of  
Trang's hair and clawed her butt.  "Maybe you afraid Gil  
loves me more than you.  He told me this week...I'm so much  
better than you in bed." 
        Trang's leg shot backward to hit Tara's cunt,  
although not very hard.  Trang's elbow smashed into Tara's  
face, reopening her nose bleed.  Trang turned to face Tara,  
and the two women started to grapple with each other. 
        "We don't have time for this!"  I shouted, and  
grabbed my arms around Tara's waist, pulling her back over  
to the bed.  "Let go, Trang!" 
        I pushed Tara onto the bed with a thud.  She started  
to get up immediately, and I jumped onto her back to keep her  
down. 
        "Let me go!  I smash Trang this time!"  Tara  
shouted and buckled, but luckily, I weighed much more than  
she did and kept her down. 
        "Honey,"  Trang said, tearing strips off a pillowcase.   
"I know how to handle her." 
        When we left the room, Tara's hands and legs were  
tied to the bedpost.  She had given up trying to struggle  
against them.  We left her naked, face down on the bed, her  
tigress tattoo flashing at whichever maid discovered her. 
        "Sorry, Tara,"  I said.  "It's been lots of fun.  I will  
miss you, but..." 
        "The better woman won,"  Trang finished.  She  
picked up Tara's head by the hair and kissed her on the lips. 
        "Trang, I will see you again.  Maybe US.  Maybe in  
CatSport.  But I will find you.  Fight you.  Fuck you.  Take  
your money.  Take your man.  Then I kill you!" 
        "Maybe, baby,"  Trang laughed, and whacked Tara  
hard on the buns. 
        We slept on most of the flight back to the US. 
 
 
Two months later, after the battle with Daisy in Houma, I  
slept next to the blond and dreamed of Tara.  I saw her nude  
body, standing on Trang's back.  Her right hand had a fistful  
of Trang's hair, pulling the head upwards.  The other hand  
had Trang's left ankle, pulling the leg in the air.  Tara's foot  
was on Trang's spine, and as she pulled, I could her Trang's  
spine popping over and over, with Trang screaming and  
begging her to stop... 
        Then I awoke in the real world, but the screaming  
didn't stop.  Daisy was riding on top of Trang, the dildo  
strapped to her waist, pumping into Trang's ass.  Trang's  
hands were to tied to the bedpost with rope.  All this would  
not make her scream.  What did was Daisy's claws raking  
Trang's back, sharp and deep, drawing blood. 
        I shot out of bed, grabbed Daisy's hair, and pulled  
her off of Trang.  "You can't do that, you bitch!  She didn't  
submit to you in battle.  There was no deal." 
        "Ain't any kind of deal ya need with them folk,"   
Daisy said, standing up.  "They are savages.  Never beat one  
before.  Do ya know how she got that tattoo?" 
        "I know.  You've seen it somewhere before?" 
        "Hell, the club I work at in New Orleans has this..."   
Daisy trailed off, looking at the clock.  "Shit.  I'm late."  She  
started putting on her shorts and tattered shirt. 
        "This club of yours...where can we find it?  What's  
it called?" 
        "It's called 'New Orleans Knockouts.'  On Bourbon  
Street.  Come and see me there, but ditch the cunt."  She  
pulled on her tennis shoes, leap out of the chair onto my body,  
wrapping her legs around me.  "I'll give ya a good ride,  
cowboy."  Daisy kissed me deeply for a while, then slid off  
and went out the door. 
        "Gil..."  Trang moaned.  I forgot about her!  I untied  
the ropes and fetched her some water.  "I was too cocky with  
her, Gil.  I underestimated her." 
        "She sounds like she's fought women from the Cat  
Cult before,"  I replied, smoothing some salve onto her back,  
and massaging her muscles as well.  "How could you have  
suspected that, in this little backwater town?" 
        "Tomorrow it's going to be different,"  Trang said  
with determination. 
        "Tomorrow?" 
        "We're going to that club.  We're going to find  
her...and I am going to fight her in front of everybody." 
        I gulped hard.  "Is one day enough for you to rest  
and recover?" 
        "Yes.  And the best therapy is..."  She slid on top  
of my body and started touching my penis. 
 
 
 
The blood sprayed off the red-head's nose into the crowd at  
the New Orleans' Knockout club.  It was indeed a legitimate  
club, with a regulation sized ring set down lower in the  
middle, the tables and chairs surrounding it a bit higher.   
Daisy was fighting a red-head named Wanda, who had just  
now taken a dive towards the canvas, in the first round.  The  
referee came over and counted to ten, then threw Daisy's arm  
up and announced, "Da Winnah!" 
        Daisy danced around the stage in her white bikini.   
The crowd booed her in return.  "This stinks," one guy  
muttered.  "Give her a real fighter!"  said another. 
        It was the perfect moment for us.  Trang stripped off  
her jacket, revealing a nice black athletic bra, combined with  
a pair of skin-tight black biker shorts.  She hopped up onto  
our table and pointed at Daisy.  "I challenge you to fight me  
with the gloves on,"  Trang yelled.  "Let's see if you can take  
out someone at your level, bitch!" 
        The manager/announcer by the stage started to say  
no, but the audience roared their approval for the match.   
"Beat that blonde's ass,"  one guy said. 
        "I beat you before!"  Daisy shouted.  "And I'll beat  
you again.  Come on, cunt!" 
        Trang leaped off the table and hopped over the ropes  
into the ring. 
        "Take off your shoes,"  the manager said to her.   
Daisy was fighting barefoot.  "Put these gloves and this  
mouth guard on, and we'll start the fight." 
        As I watched the manager help lace up Trang's  
gloves, I watched Daisy splash water all over her face.  She  
danced around her corner of the ring, jabbing at the air.  She  
noticed me watching her. 
        "I told you to ditch the bitch,"  Daisy said.  "Now  
she's gonna pay the price for coming here.  Hope your gonna  
be free tonight, after she's in the hospital.  I got some moves  
to show you." 
        "Back off, pig-whore!"  Trang shouted, and jumped  
to her feet. 
        "Wait, wait,"  the manager said.  "To your separate  
corners." 
        The bell rang and the women started dancing around  
on the balls of their feet.  Daisy moved in quickly, jabbing at  
Trang's chest and head, who dodged or blocked most of her  
blows.  I had been wondering how Trang was going to do in a  
boxing type of fight, considering that I had never witnessed  
her doing this back at the Catfighter's Palace in Manila.  But,  
it had been part of the training, and supposedly part of her  
workouts in the gym, which I hadn't been watching.  And in  
this ring, there were almost no rules.  A referee was there to  
split them apart if one went down, but we saw other matches  
where women throw off the gloves and just start to wrestle. 
        Daisy fired a rapid series of punches, one of which  
made it through Trang's guard and hit her left breast.  But  
Trang countered back quickly with a one-two punch  
combination to Daisy's head.  Daisy hugged Trang then in  
an effort to punch her kidneys, but the ref separated them  
quickly.  And then the bell rang for the first round. 
        Trang sat down on her stool while I held up the  
water bottle.  "What do you think?" 
        "I was just testing her out,"  Trang replied.  "Now  
we'll really see..." 
        The second round began with Daisy landing a solid  
right in Trang's stomach, with little effect for her washboard  
stomach.  A fury of blows from Trang rained upon Daisy's  
face and chest, at least four solid ones making contact.  I saw  
Daisy's nose start to bleed.  Daisy drove Trang into the net  
in an attempt to corner her and got in a few more good tit  
punches.  The anger exploded from Trang in a tremendous  
punch to Daisy's head, which knocked her down on to the  
canvas.  She stood up at the count of three, and then the  
second round was over. 
        "See, she's not so tough,"  Trang said to me as I  
toweled her off. 
        "Don't get cocky, Trang,"  I said.  "That's what  
made you lose last time.  A woman like that has a lot of  
tricks.  She might have been trained by a Cat Cult member.   
Watch out." 
        My words turned out to be prophetic as the third  
round started.  Daisy started out jabbing at Trang's mid- 
section, then suddenly shifted her weight and kicked upward  
with her left foot, slamming it into Trang's mouth and jaw.   
A kickboxing move!  While Trang was stunned, Daisy shot  
off a couple of hard blows to Trang's face.  I watched the  
blood spray out, and then Trang hit the mat. 
        The ref counted until 9 before Trang stood up.  Now  
her nose was bleeding, but she didn't look that shaky.  I think  
she used the time to gather her strategy. 
        Trang danced around Daisy, jabbing, then kicked  
her high on the chest.  Suddenly, the fight changed to a  
kickboxing match.  Daisy and Trang trading a series of fist  
punches coupled with kicks.  The crowd went crazy.  This  
took up the rest of the third round and all of the fourth.  At  
the end of the fourth, the two women started to tire, and  
grasped each other in a violent bear hug, went the bell rang. 
        "It's going to end now,"  Trang said, gasping for air  
as she rested.  I poured water over her face and body to wake  
her up.  Daisy's steely eyes never left Trang's for an instant  
from her corner. 
        "This is it!"  Daisy shouted after the fifth round  
began, and threw off her boxing gloves.  "Face me with your  
bare hands, chink!" 
        Trang threw off her gloves, and charged at the  
blonde.  The crowd was going nuts.  The referee didn't try to  
stop it.  It was beyond his control now. 
        Daisy dived into Trang's midsection and wrapped  
her arms around Trang's waist.  She lifted Trang off the  
ground and flipped her over on the mat, on her back.  Daisy  
dropped to the ground, bringing her elbow smashing into  
Trang's stomach.  Trang jumped up a bit at that move.  Then  
Trang grabbed a hold of Daisy's hair and pulled her forward.   
Her other hand gripped Daisy's waist and pushed, flipping  
Daisy over, to land hard on her back on the mat. 
        Trang quickly got to her knees, sitting on Daisy's  
right arm, and placed her knee upon Daisy's throat.   
Mimicking her exact finishing move two days ago, Trang  
ensnared Daisy's legs with her arms.  "Ha-ha-ha!"  Trang  
laughed at the blonde's ever-reddening face.  "Which  
polecat's got your tongue now?" 
        Daisy's right hand, though pinned under Trang's  
leg, had enough mobility to reach Trang's shorts.  Her hand  
slid inside, scratching, pinching, digging deeper to find a  
sensitive area.  It irritated Trang enough to make her lose  
focus for an instant, for Daisy's left claw to attack her in the  
face. 
        Trang fell backward, then rolled to her hands and  
knees.  Daisy got up, face red as a beet, and sat on Trang's  
back like she was a horse.  She encircled her legs around  
Trang's thighs, and started punching her repeatedly in the  
kidneys.  "I'm gonna ride you like a pig!"  Daisy wailed.  She  
took a fistful of Trang's hair and pulled it, to arch her back. 
        Trang groaned while the kidney punches kept  
coming.  The crowd was going crazy.  They didn't care who  
won, as long the fight kept escalating. 
        My darling Asian femizon managed to half stand up,  
then fall backward, using Daisy's body as a cushion.  She  
brought her elbow smashing backward into Daisy's left breast  
three times.  Daisy clawed at Trang's face and crossed her  
legs together, crushing her rib cage.  With great effort, Trang  
managed to shift to her side, but Daisy rolled with her.  Now  
Daisy rode on top of Trang again, squeezing her ribs,  
smothering her face against the mat. 
        "Won't be long now, honey,"  Daisy said, winking  
at me.  "Got a nice hotel?" 
        Just then the expression on her face turned from a  
smile to a grimace.  Trang was biting her left breast with  
intense pressure.  Daisy released her legs and somersaulted  
away from Trang. 
        Trang stood up quickly, with her face now flushed  
and red.  Daisy danced over to her.  Daisy's leg darted  
upward in a lightning kick aimed at Trang's head.  Trang  
caught the leg with her arm, and brought her other elbow  
smashing down hard into muscle in the thigh.  Daisy yelled.   
Trang released the leg and fired a series of blows against  
Daisy's head, driving her into a corner of the ring.   
Barehanded blows, all of which connected, but also bruising  
Trang's own hands. 
        The final blow whipped Daisy's head and body  
around.  Trang's foot jammed her body against the post.   
Trang moved in and paid back the blonde for her earlier  
kidney punches, yelling, "Give up!  Give up!  Give up!" 
        Daisy's groggy head swirled, but she yelled, "No!" 
        Finally, Trang grabbed her shoulders and whipped  
Daisy around, facing her again.  "GIVE..."  Trang shouted,  
raising her claws above her head.  She brought them down  
fast, scraping Daisy's breasts, tearing off her bikini top.   
"...UP!" 
        Daisy screamed, cried tears, and crumpled down to  
the mat on her butt.  "I give up...ya whipped mah  
hide...bitch..." 
        Trang kicked Daisy in the face.  "What is my correct  
title?" 
        "Mistress!  Ah mean, Mistress Trang..."  Daisy cried  
again. 
        The referee stepped back into the ring to declare  
Trang the winner.  The crowd was on the verge of rioting  
with pleasure.  The entire club was all caught up in the high- 
temperature Fever. 
 
 
After the fight, we were ushered backstage by some bouncers  
to the owner's office.  He gave us some drinks and towels,  
and offered us a seat.  He was introduced to us as Mr.  
Lustiricci. 
        "I was very impressed with the fight you just put  
on," Lustiricci said.  "I've got to wonder what made you pull  
a stunt like that, coming off the street." 
        "It was personal,"  Trang said.  "A grudge match to  
pay off a fight we had two days ago." 
        "Ah, that explains it,"  he said, laughing to his  
bouncers.  "Two bitches in heat, maybe?  Fighting over this  
guy?"  He accented the last, as if that was too hard to believe. 
        "Part of it,"  Trang said, smiling at me.  "And part of  
it for honor." 
        "Honor, hmm?  That's a concept I don't hear very  
much nowadays.  How would you like to defend your honor  
here on a full time basis?" 
        "Thank you very much, but we're just tourists  
passing through,"  I said to him. 
        "Tourists passing through?  And ruining one of my  
top drawer fighters on the way.  She might be out a while  
after the licking you gave her.  How am I supposed to make  
up the money?" 
        There was a bit of silence.  "Perhaps I can pay you  
back if you name a sum,"  I said, hoping it wasn't too much. 
        "You can't pay back in money this type of thing.  By  
all rights, I should be mad as hell at you.  Coming in off the  
street, could be from some rival club, seeking to tear up our  
women?" 
        "It wasn't like that--" 
        "I know it wasn't that way.  You're both way too  
na<ve.  And frankly, I was dying to see Daisy, that trashy  
mouthed small town pig-wrestler, get her ass whipped.   
Luckily, I also bet money on you, young lady, and you paid  
off handsomely."  Lustiricci laughed again.  "However, it's  
not enough to make up the loss of Daisy.  But you can pay me  
back...with only doing one fight."  He held up his index  
finger. 
        "What sort of fight?"  Trang asked, her curiosity  
aroused.  "And with who?" 
        "It's a caged fight.  Highly illegal, of course, but lots  
of money to made there.  Lots of foreign businessmen will be  
there, and they will love to see you fight with another woman.   
The rules are simple.  There are no rules.  We take you and  
the other lady fighter, and lock you inside this steel wire cage,  
which is about the size of a room.  You fight until one of you  
wins.  By winning, I mean that one of you submits, gives up,  
gets wounded..." 
        "Or killed,"  Trang finished. 
        "Yes, there is that chance,"  Lustiricci said.  "But the  
payoff is handsome.  Not only will I win big if you fight, for  
you will be a top draw, but if you win, you can make $20,000  
cash that very night.  Of course, if you lose, you get squat." 
        Trang squeezed my hand hard.  I knew she was  
excited.  This was exactly the sort of fight that we had hoped  
to find...one that was as intense as that one in a suburban  
woman's fuck-fight room back in Texas.  The thought of it  
was challenging to Trang, and sexually exciting to us both. 
        "I'll do it,"  Trang said.  "Give me three days to  
recover from this fight." 
        "Excellent," Lustiricci said, as we stood up to leave.   
His bodyguard passed the address of the fight to me. 
        "One more thing..."  I said, as started to walk away.   
"You never said, who is Trang supposed to fight?" 
        "Is it another Asian?"  Trang asked. 
        "Nah,"  Lustiricci replied.  "It's a white lady.  She's  
got about ten years on you, but she's been around.  Tough as  
nails.  Came here from Texas a few months ago.  Her name is  
Helen." 
        We left for our hotel, for room service, for fucking  
Trang's new blonde slave Daisy all night, and then finally,  
for rest.   
        The thought of Helen and Trang, fighting naked in a  
cage, kept the Fever running high for the next three days. 
 
 
 
The cage was located in a warehouse near the Mississippi  
river.  Inside, three dozen men of all nationalities and social  
classes stood in eager anticipation around the brightly lit  
cage.  It was a rectangular surface of a 60-foot by 40-foot  
area, surrounded by a chain link fence.  Blood stains of  
former fallen fighters spotted the floor and the metal posts of  
the cage corners.  The outside of the fence was kept darkened.   
It was quite smoky in the room, as many of the Chinese,  
Japanese, and European businessmen were smoking their  
cigarettes while waiting for the fight to start. 
        I had not seen Trang for the past two hours.  She  
wished to be alone during that time in order to center herself  
for the fight.  And not, I suspect, to let my anxiety or worry  
poison her conviction that she would win. 
        There had been a big change in her personality since  
we had left Texas.  Trang had snapped out of the depressed  
funk that she had been in, but her new state was not  
something that I would call happy.  There was a fulfillment  
that was growing on inside of her, knowing that she was  
accomplishing something worthy at last.  Winning the fights  
had ceased to be just the simple, fun, sexual thrill that had  
made up the early days of the Fever.  Or maybe it had always  
been about Trang's self-esteem and I just never noticed.  She  
had told me that she had felt like a failure most of her life.   
By failing to attend college, failing to make big money as  
other members of her family had, and failing at most sports  
she had tried out for in her school.  But this year, Trang had  
finally found something that she was great at: wrestling,  
fighting, and dominating.  To get better, she had to take risks.   
And this fight was the biggest risk of all. 
        Yesterday, a note was waiting for us at the hotel: 
 
TRANG, 
 
MY MISTRESS HAS PROMISED ME FREEDOM 
IF I RIP YOUR PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OFF IN 
COMBAT TOMORROW.  IF I DON'T KILL YOU, 
YOU'LL BECOME HER SLAVE, TOO.  BE SMART,  
AND LEAVE THIS CITY NOW. 
 
HELEN 
 
        I snapped out of my reverie when I heard one of the  
cage doors slammed shut.  The men were silenced as Helen  
stood near her entry way, hands on her hips, strutting to the  
corner of the room.  The wildfire in her brown-green eyes  
silenced every man who looked at her naked 5'4" body.  She  
appeared to have changed little since Texas, although I did  
note a tinge of gray in her curly black hair now.  What would  
these men have said if they knew a 39 year old woman had  
walked in to fight to her possible death?  Helen easily looked  
more like 30.  Her arms and shoulders were even more  
defined now, as it seemed like she had been working out  
harder since we last saw her.  Gone were the softer legs that  
she once had; now her butt was toned and her thighs rippled  
with muscles as she walked.  As I looked down to her feet, I  
saw the only article of clothing she wore:  red shoes with 1  
inch heels. 
        Then I heard the noise of the other door closing, and  
saw Helen's nipples become erect. 
        Trang had entered the room.  At two inches taller  
than Helen, her body was untypically Asian.  Her legs were  
thick and muscled.  Trang's shoulders were wide, her back  
rippled with muscles, her biceps were defined, and her  
stomach washboard tight.  I wouldn't categorize her as a  
weight-lifter in the Cory Everson league, but she was  
definitely way beyond the Jane Fonda-style aerobicized look.   
There was fire from her big brown eyes too.  Anger was her  
aura, through her long dark hair that went halfway down her  
back, down to her clenched fists. 
        Trang's piercing yell went through the room as she  
ran on her black-heeled shoes towards Helen in the corner.   
Helen crouched down and blocked Trang's first punch.  The two  
wildcats began trading a series of fist blows and slaps that got  
the men cheering and yelling.  Helen's right hand sliced into  
Trang's left forearm, and I immediately saw a streak of red  
appear.  Trang answered with a right punch to Helen's head,  
then followed that up with her left hand extended and  
appearing to whiz past Helen's face.  I thought Trang must  
have missed.  A little later, I saw blood oozing out of a cut  
above Helen's left eye. 
        Then I realized:  both women had filed their nails to  
be pointed, razor sharp weapons.  And after that I saw what  
the second weapon was:  the shoes.      Trang's leg shot upward  
and grazed Helen's cheek.  Another slice of red appeared.   
The heels of the shoes were also razor sharp weapons! 
        The blood must have heightened Helen's battle  
senses.  Trang fired a few punches and kicks at Helen, but she  
parried them all.  On Trang's third kick, Helen dodged, then  
caught Trang's right ankle in her left hand.  Helen gripped it  
with both hands and dug her nails into Trang's calf.  Helen  
walked forward and drove Trang back, hopping on her left  
foot, to the center of the room.  Helen smirked at Trang's  
predicament. 
        "Now I am going to say, hello, baby!"  Helen  
shouted, and slammed her right fist into Trang's cunt. 
        The men in the room groaned while Trang's grimace  
showed us her pain.  Helen shoved Trang's standing leg and  
my darling crashed to the floor, flat on her back. 
        Helen pounced on top of Trang with her nude body.   
Helen's hands gripped Trang's wrists and held them to the  
floor, while she pressed her torso and knees against Trang's  
lower body. 
        "I see you've learned some new moves,"  Helen  
sneered, looking down directly into Trang's eyes.  "Well,  
dear, so have I!" 
        Helen's jaw lunged downward, and bit down hard  
into Trang's nose.  I watched Helen's butt shake to hold the  
pressure against Trang, as her feet danced red trails along  
Trang's calves while the biting was going on.  Trang  
struggled to get out of the hold, yelling, "You fucking bitch!" 
        Trang's could press Helen's arms about a foot off the  
ground, but it wasn't enough to throw the older fighter off.   
Trang decided to bite back--at Helen's exposed throat.  Helen  
must have gotten worried about her jugular vein then and  
tried to back her face away from Trang.  The men erupted  
with a yell as Trang used the surprise to flip Helen over on  
her back, maintaining the bite. 
        Helen used her right knee to shove Trang over to the  
side.  Her right hand was now free and slashed at Trang's  
side near her torso, leaving red marks.  Trang rolled away  
and got to her feet. 
        She and Helen now circled each other, their heels  
clicking, their breaths heavy in anticipation.   The adrenaline  
was going through my veins too, pumping about a third of my  
blood supply into my engorged penis.  Oh, how I hoped that  
somehow Trang would win and that we would have Helen as  
a permanent houseguest!  While I feared the alternative of  
fucking Helen after she had defeated my beloved, I had no  
doubt that sex addict in me would not deny this if it came to  
pass. 
        Helen shot out her own brand of special low-kick, a  
move designed to sweep Trang off her feet, so to speak.  To  
evade it, Trang leapt up into the air, her thighs enveloping  
Helen's neck, clamping tightly down on it, and bringing  
herself and Helen crashing down on the floor.  Trang landed  
on her side, her arms absorbing the impact.  But Helen landed  
face first, on her chin.  The sudden fall seemed to take the  
wind out of her, as Helen's mouth opened in pain, but there  
was no sound. 
        Trang took hold of Helen's arms, crossed them in  
front of Helen's head, and swiftly changed position to kneel  
down upon them.  From our viewpoint behind the wire cage,  
we saw Helen's head peering out from under Trang's lovely  
set of buns, her shoulders pinned.  Trang's kneeled legs sat  
on Helen's arms.  Trang's knees hit the sides of Helen's  
torso.  And Helen's naked back and butt were exposed to  
Trang like food on a silver platter to a starving man. 
        "This is for Texas!"  Trang shouted, and dug her  
claws deep into Helen's butt, then pulled.  "Aiee-yaahhh!"   
Trang yelled, as she drug her claws along the buns upwards  
to her Helen's back, leaving wide red trails in their wake.   
Helen screamed curses in response.  Trang then stabbed her  
claws back into Helen's buns several times, Trang's cathartic  
wail of revenge erupting with each stab.  This was grand  
payback for Trang not being able to sit for a week after the  
fuck-fight room battle in Helen's Texas home. 
        Helen's deadly feet stabbed backward, aiming for  
Trang's head.  But Trang caught one foot, ripped off the shoe  
and threw it in the corner, then did the same to the other.    
Then she bent Helen's legs backward to perform a sitting crab  
maneuver. 
        "Submit, Helen!"  Trang yelled. 
        Helen grunted a negative response, shifting her head  
sideways, flat on the floor. 
        "Submit, or I'll break your fucking back!"  Trang  
yelled again. 
        With great effort, Helen moved her head to reach  
Trang's right calf.  She bit at the calf muscle with her teeth,  
exerting all the pressure she could on that tiny area.  By  
reflex, Trang moved her leg away.  Helen freed her arm  
enough to grab Trang's foot and pinch her nails into the ball  
of it.  The surprise made Trang release Helen's legs.  But  
Helen extended her legs further, ensnared Trang's neck, and  
threw my darling's body down to the floor. 
        Helen sat up to flex and extend more leg pressure  
upon Trang's neck.  Helen reached out with her claw at  
Trang's butt, and grazed it lightly.  Realizing that her lower  
body was in danger from Helen's hand's, Trang shifted her  
legs away on the floor away from her foe.  Helen attempted to  
drag her upper body towards them, but groaned when her  
bare, ragged, butt made contact with the hard floor.  Her head  
still locked inside Helen's legs, Trang twisted her torso  
around, and got her knees against the floor.   Shoving, Trang  
somersaulted forward, flipping her head out of the leg vice,  
landing on her feet and standing up. 
        Trang twirled to face Helen, who was already on her  
knees.  Trang's foot grazed Helen's right hip and bun.  Helen  
shrieked and stood up, punching Trang hard on her left  
breast. 
        The two amazonion warriors circled each other  
warily.  Trang's face was flushed from the choke hold, her  
arm had a tiny gash, and she favored her right foot a bit from  
Helen's claw.  The nose was a bit puffy.  She was sweating  
profusely, but otherwise seemed to be all right, gauging  
Helen's every move.  Helen, on the other hand, looked much  
worse:  her back was jagged pink, her buns red and raw, and  
the gash above her left eye slowly dripped blood downward.   
This, combined with her sweaty forehead, stung the left eye.   
Helen brought her hand up to brush away the blood/sweat for  
a brief moment.  Trang seized this opportunity to smash at  
Helen's face with her fist, hitting the left side where the cut  
was.  Blood flew off Helen's face and flew through the fence,  
landing on a few dark Armani suits in the male crowd.  We  
groaned doubly as Trang quickly followed up with a razor  
kick to Helen's shoulder, which caused her to fall hard on her  
back. 
        Trang hesitated for a moment, as if not to believe her  
own success, then leapt on her prey.  But Helen was ready for  
her, or maybe she just got lucky.  Trang's vagina fell hard  
into Helen's knee, and her mouth formed that silent,  
incredibly painful "O" shape.  Helen's hands seized Trang's  
hair by the roots, pulled, and rammed her face to the hard  
floor, once, twice, three times.  At that point, I did see  
Trang's nose go all bloody.  While Trang was dazed, Helen  
wrapped Trang's long black hair around her face, covering  
her eyes, nose, and mouth.  Ingeniously, Helen took Trang's  
left arm and wrapped it around my femizon's neck, pulling  
on the left wrist.  Helen was using Trang's own arm to choke  
her to death! 
        Helen's legs were wrapped around Trang's rib cage.   
I saw Helen's legs tremble as she exerted great pressure in an  
effort to crack Trang's ribs.  Helen's left hand was free to  
claw at Trang's back deeply.  Trang grabbed hold of Helen's  
wrist with her free hand to stop it.  Trang seemed all locked  
now inside of Helen's grip, blind, suffocating from the choke  
hold and the hair. 
        Helen grinned as her powerful short legs caused  
Trang to groan under the hair cover.  "Give it up, Trang!"   
Then I heard her hiss more softly, "Maybe total slavery is  
better than death." 
        A shiver ran up my spine then as I heard those  
words.  My cock stiffened even more as I watched Trang's  
buns helplessly quiver.  What part of my fantasy got so  
excited about sex, violence, and death?  But I couldn't feel  
guilty then.  All I could feel was horny and hope that Trang  
would pull out of it. 
        Then Trang started to use the part of her body that  
wasn't locked up:  her legs.  I watched the sweat glisten off  
her leg muscles as she pulled them into a crouch.  Slowly, she  
raised up one knee.  Helen panted and kept up the leg  
pressure.  The seconds seemed like minutes, but Trang raised  
her other leg and stood up, bringing Helen's body with her.   
Helen had to release the choke hold on Trang in order to grab  
her shoulder to prevent falling.  Her other claw also dug into  
Trang's shoulder for support.  Meanwhile, her legs were still  
wrapped around Trang's waist. 
        The hair fell away from Trang's eyes.  She saw the  
metal post in the corner directly behind Helen's back.   
Trang's arms lifted Helen up under her legs, the claws  
digging into Helen's buns once again. 
        "Aiieeeeeeeee--"  Trang yelled, running, carrying  
Helen, towards the post, "--yaaahhhhhhhhh!" 
        Helen's back slammed into the metal post with  
terrific impact.  I think she was expecting the fence, and not  
anything that hard.  The impact registered across her spine  
and neck.  Trang backed up two steps and rammed Helen into  
the post again.  Helen screamed bloody murder.  Trang  
readied for a third ram.  Helen's claws reached for her eyes.   
Trang released her claws from Helen's buns and grabbed  
Helen's wrists just as the nails started to pinch. 
        Helen's legs dropped to floor.  A look of utter fury  
came over her face, as she rammed her knee into Trang's  
cunt twice.  Trang let go of Helen's wrists.  Helen grabbed  
Trang's hair and pulled her head downward.  Helen's knee  
rammed into Trang's jaw very hard. 
        Trang fell backward on her butt.  Helen leapt for her,  
but Trang rolled over and Helen scraped her elbows and  
knees on the floor.  Trang started to sit up.  But Helen hit her  
in the middle of the back with a fist.  Helen grabbed a shoe  
off of Trang's left foot and raised the heel-end of it above her  
head. 
        "You fucking stupid bitch!"  Helen yelled.  "I told  
you not to come here!  Now I have to do--"  Helen rammed  
the razor-sharp heel into Trang's right bun.  "--this!" 
        Trang's screamed pierced through the room, cutting  
off all noise.  The heel piercing her butt sent adrenaline  
pumping through her heart and muscles.  I saw all the  
muscles in her back and butt tremble.  Trang arched back, her  
left arm hooked around Helen's neck, and dragged her older  
opponent down to the floor.  From my vantage point, to the  
side, I saw Helen grip Trang's neck in her right elbow.  Both  
women seemed ready to struggle on their knees to the death.   
        But Trang was faster.  Her right fist pummeled  
Helen's face mercilessly, five times in a row, Trang  
emanating a cat-like scream with each punch.  Trang's right  
claw sliced Helen's forehead again, giving her both a left and  
right cut above the eyes.  Helen's grip on Trang's neck faded,  
as Trang gripped Helen's hair and rammed her head down on  
the hard floor. 
        Helen slumped to the floor on her stomach.  Trang  
reared up on her knees, and reached behind to pull the heel  
out of her right bun.  She threw the shoe away with a  
disgusted look. 
        Allowing Helen no time to recover, Trang rolled to  
position her butt just behind Helen's feet.  She gripped  
Helen's legs by the ankles, and spread them.  Her right foot  
dug into Helen's right thigh to spread the legs wider,  
exposing Helen's cunt.  This was the foot that still had the  
lethal shoe on it.  The heel bit into Helen's skin and she  
groaned.  Trang rammed Helen's cunt with her other shoeless  
foot.  The first time, I saw Helen's chest jump upward in  
recoil. 
        "This is for payback from Texas,"  Trang said, her  
voice loud.  Her foot rammed Helen's cunt again two more  
times.  Helen tried to crawl away, but Trang pulled on her  
legs to keep her close, and reasserted her pinching right heel  
in the thigh.  I saw blood trickle from it. 
        "And this,"  Trang said, voice even louder, "is for  
today!"  Her foot slammed into Helen's vagina three more  
times.  Helen's whole body shook, and her face grimaced in  
pain. 
        "No more..."  Helen gasped, but Trang didn't hear  
it. 
        "And last but not least,"  Trang yelled, "THIS IS  
FOR THE OTHER BITCHES WHO MERCILESSLY  
RAMMED MY CUNT!"  Trang screamed that piercing  
sound that would make a rabbit freeze in its tracks.  A  
bloodcurdling rage came over her bent face, as she rammed  
Helen another half dozen times.  If there was ever any doubt  
whether or not my lover had the killer instinct necessary to  
win, this terminated it.  The Fever had reached its highest  
temperature ever for us.