Ladies Meat
By Teez
A private fight for the ladies club

It was warm she thought, hot in fact and the vee of her brief silk 
shorts was dark with sweat. The two pills she'd popped earlier 
contributed to it but no matter, they had their desired effect and she 
was done with them now.  Stripping them off and then the bodysuit she 
paused in front of the full length mirror and gave herself one last 
critical look as she idly examined her body.     

Her name was Irma and while she was a big woman and at thirty eight she 
wore it well. Tall, even more so now in the heels, she carried a very 
solid 187 lbs on her 5 foot 11 inch frame. Partly a gift of nature but 
mostly  the result of countless hours of exercise and physical 
development and of course all of it was part of the business. She knew 
that without constant attention to that part of it she wouldn't survive 
for very long, at least not against the likes of Helga. Pausing only 
long enough to contemplate the image of her muscular body reflected in 
the mirror she stepped out of her shoes and slipped the short heeled 
fighting sandals onto her feet.     

Outside it was February in Chicago and the weather had been at it's 
worst when she arrived on the flight from Miami. She knew the German 
would have arrived from Frankfurt several days before. Necessary for the 
time change to work itself out and  her appearance at the pre- event had 
indicated she had. That part of it had been rather exciting and she felt 
a surge of sexual adrenaline as she remembered it.     

There hadn't been quite as many "ladies" as she had expected, less than 
thirty and mostly in their late thirties or forties with a few older. 
Undoubtedly rich, at least enough to afford this and, surprisingly, a 
few even appeared to be into it themselves. She thought she might have 
recognized at least one or two from a previous tape but of course all of 
that wasn't important. They had paid over $10,000 apiece to make it 
happen and in any event her attention had been almost completely focused 
on the woman she was there to meet.      

As big as herself, maybe a little heavier and pale with a profusion of 
soft reddish blond hair peeking out from beneath her arms and curling 
softly on her thighs and calves. In the fashion preferred in the 
European rings she thought and it would be a good contrast to her darker 
hair and tan not that the ladies would have any trouble telling them 
apart when they were together. Nor would they care.  They were there 
watch them fight and their only concern would be that it was done to 
their satisfaction. She thought of how their bodies had felt pressed 
against her as they urged the two of them closer and smiled as she 
remembered some of their comments as they made their inevitable 
comparisons.     

She liked that part of it and knew Helga would too. Both were  
exhibitionists along with everything else and they liked being admired 
for what they were there for. Not that they weren't apprehensive too, 
but still they were excited at the thought of the brutal, woman to woman  
competition that was to come. The guests closeness, the smell of their 
perfume, sweat and sex as well as their lusty anticipation of it only 
enhanced it.     

For their introduction they had chosen outfits that were calculated to 
impress their audience and the brief revealing  clothing had shown off 
the raw power of their muscular physiques to their best advantage. High 
heels, bare legs and brief silk shorts over sleeveless silk body 
stocking's had displayed their physical qualities to perfection. 
Supported by thin straps at the back and front less from below the 
breasts it left the belly exposed to the low belt line of the short silk 
shorts. They concealed nothing and barely contained the heavy swelling 
of their breasts.     

That first sight of an opponent always had the same effect on her. A 
hard, hot knot of anticipation and fear spreading from the pit of her 
stomach through her sex and then driving her to the excitement of the 
challenge. Today it had been especially strong and she flushed with 
pleasure as she remembered the sight of her and imagined what being with 
her was going to be like. They had said very little silently appraising 
each other as they flaunted their physical sexuality for the benefit of 
the ladies. They were familiar with each other of course. All of the 
participants in the underground circuits made it a practice to know as 
much about the others as they could so there was nothing really to say 
so when it was time for them to get ready for each other they had 
welcomed it. Wrapping the last of the laces around her calf she slipped 
a retaining band around her hair and with one last critical look, 
slipped out the door.     

Helga was already there. She could see her pale, broad back already 
covered with a fine sweat sheen as she crowded with the rest around the 
ring to watch the carnage taking place beneath them. Two local fighters, 
one black the other white, were providing a pre-event and the white, the 
smacking sound of her fists and her grunts of exertion lost in the 
encouraging cries of the guests, was finishing her. Almost before she 
reached the rest of them it was over and as the blond rose from her 
unconscious foe, her arms raised in triumph, the black slumped to the 
floor of the pen.     

She marveled at it's construction. Not standard at all but lowered 
slightly in the center of the small room and about twenty feet square. 
The lower four feet of it were padded, on the bottom and around the 
sides spreading out to an apron at the top. Above that were three 
strands of rope, closely spaced, which put the top-most strand over 
seven feet from the floor of the ring. The other interesting 
modification had been the viewing level which was immediately outside 
and slightly above the level of the ring floor. Seating was not provided 
and the spectators stood either slightly above the level of the fighters 
or lounged on that part of the apron that extended outside of the ropes. 
She had mused that it was a bit like a gladiatorial pit and the sight of 
the black being unceremoniously dragged from it by one leg only enhanced 
the effect. She supposed that either she or Helga would be destined to 
follow her.     

Time now and sensing it they both slipped through the ropes and entered 
the small squared fighting area followed by the two corner women that 
were to prepare them. She waited silently as hers applied the astringent 
oil to her body and fitted the harness around her head adjusting the 
chin cup along the line of her jaw. Just firm enough and padded to keep 
it from breaking it left the mouth, nose and eyes exposed to any damage 
they might receive. The ladies watched in fascinated silence as the 
hands were taped into fists and the leather ski mitts pulled on to cover 
them. She liked them. They were thin enough to enhance the punching 
effect of the fists but still provided some padded protection 
eliminating or reducing the potential damage that loose fingers could 
cause. Not inconsequently it would also serve to help ensure that their 
fight was not cut unduly short by a broken hand that could permit one of 
them to butcher the other. Her thoughts were cut short as another woman 
wearing only a tight leather posing bikini slipped silently into the 
ring.     

Her name was Ann and it was she who had described the ground rules and 
acquainted them with the facilities. A fighter herself her only purpose 
was to separate the mat the end of the three minute rounds and prevent 
the death of the loser. The latter always a strong possibility she 
thought. As the fight progressed the two of them would be totally 
consumed by their physical needs to destroy each other and not inclined 
to stop at the end of a round. Flexing her fists within the gloves she 
joined the two woman standing in the center of the ring.     

They already knew the rules of course but they listened to them anyway. 
She knew that the women watching them wanted to hear it although they 
knew them too. Pretty standard stuff on the circuit and except for 
special circumstances at the end they had both fought under them before. 
Three minute rounds with three minute breaks for ten rounds and then 
all-in until one of them was unable to continue followed in gladiatorial 
fashion by the forcible rape of the loser. Very few fights didn't last 
the ten rounds and a few memorable ones, when you included the breaks, 
had gone for as long as 90 minutes. She didn't think this one would last 
that long though, in fact sincerely hoped it wouldn't and shuddering 
slightly made a silent prayer that it didn't. The damage inflicted would 
be horrendous and the recovery period long and painful.      

A quick glance at the look of feral anticipation on the faces watching 
them and it was over, back to the corner and wait for it to begin. 
Taking a deep breath she shook out her arms for the last time and 
started to dance along the ropes as she anticipated it. 

Round 1 

With no other warning Ann moved to the side and they cautiously moved 
together. At first, a few tentative jabs, a retreat and then back again 
to test the defenses before doing it again. Irma felt the familiar 
thrill rush through her as the German came close and  seized the first 
opportunity. As Helga overextended her right she moved in with one of 
her own which found the German below the breast. It was a good hit and 
letting the momentum carry her past she turned and waited for the other 
to come after her. She was vaguely aware of how it had felt, satisfying, 
the gloves were perfect for what they were doing and she felt even more 
energized at the thought of how she could use them.     

Helga attacked immediately moving in with a series of punches that drove 
her back into the ringside apron. Not that she couldn't cover up but an 
attack of her own wasn't practical against the sudden fury of the 
other's assault. To late she realized one of the purposes of the unique 
structure of the arena. As Helga forced her body back over the apron it 
curved her back and the flat surface inside of the ropes forced her 
elbows up.      

It caught her at an awkward angle and Helga furiously drove her fists 
into her lower belly before she could cover up. It also caused her to 
drop lower to escape the effect of the apron and as she did Helga's 
right smashed into her face. Catching her on the left cheek it forced 
her back in an unconscious sideways crouch and provided a perfect target 
for the follow-up left that connected with her face driving her to her 
back at the other woman's feet.     

Stunned by the quickness of the reversal she couldn't react in time to 
prevent the blonde from dropping on her. Driving one knee into her belly 
using the other to pin her left arm to the floor. She fisted her first 
with a right to the  face and then a left that connected just below her 
right breast and drove it high on her chest.     

Her reaction was instinctive and as Helga lowered her shoulders  she 
wrapped her right arm around her neck and rolled her off. Using her left 
arm to steady herself she rose on shaky legs to see the German roll to 
her feet smiling at her from the other side of the ring. Keeping her 
left side to the apron she cautiously made her way along the edge as the 
German followed.The success of the attack had unnerved her a bit and 
hurt her too. Her breast was throbbing but the face was serious since 
her nose had started and her right cheek was split. It would take a 
little time for the nose to stop and best to keep away from her until it 
did. The round would almost have to be about over and she desperately 
needed break to recover.     

Helga sensed it too, suddenly becoming less cautious and closed swiftly 
as Irma reached a corner. She was a bit too eager though and as they 
came together her arms slipped over the sweat slick breasts and let Irma 
clinch with her. Even so she might have been able to break it and do 
some further damage if Ann had not signaled the end of the round and 
pulled her away.     

She didn't know how she found her corner or if it found her but she was 
thankful for the respite. Her corner woman applied a sponge and the 
styptic to her cheek while Irma worked with the towels as she watched 
Helga lounge confidently on the other side of the ring. She noticed that 
with the added height of the floor outside the ring the women were able 
to use the apron as a side seat and in so doing place themselves 
immediately on the other side of the ropes from them. Irma thought they 
looked almost  conspiratorial as they bent over whispering, some talking 
into Helga's ear, encouraging her as they waited for the second round to 
begin.     

Round 2     

When it did, and Helga pushed herself off with a smirk of confidence on 
her face, Irma moved away in what appeared to the other a defensive 
move. Following her, preparing to join and maybe finish what she had 
started, the German was a bit to eager. Expecting her to continue to 
back away she tried to rush her but Irma just as quickly crouched and 
turning toward her slipped under her guard. She knew she needed more 
time to recover from the first rounds damage, she just needed time and 
Helga provided it by exposing the entire front of her body to whatever 
punishment Irma could do to it quickly at close range.     

Her arms tightened as she delivered short, strong, savage fists to the 
German's crotch, belly and breasts. She knew it had to be fast, before 
the other woman could cover up and retreat but if she was successful it 
could buy her the much needed time she sought. Only partially so of 
course. The German was quick too and cuffed her head as she spun away. 
Irma followed driving her right fist into her lower back as they 
approached the apron. Almost instinctively she reached over Helga's back 
and as they came in contact with the ropes and pressed her head under 
the lower strand. The closeness of the space between the rope and the 
apron helped. Helga was sprawled face down, her arms out thrust ahead of 
her with her neck caught beneath the rope and Irma was ready to take 
advantage of it. All thoughts of rest were gone now. The German was 
where she wanted her and it was her turn to provide the punishment and 
pain. Holding the rope down with her left fist, it trapped Helga's head 
even further and she delivered a series of blows to the other woman's 
kidney's and back. She felt better now, it was good to get into her body 
and  a pleasure to hear her grunts of pain as they connected. She was 
slippery to hold though, both of them were drenched with sweat and her 
nose was open again with Helga's back red with it. Knowing she would 
soon escape she released the rope and dropping into a crouch, drove her 
right fist with as much force as possible between the German's legs.      

It connected with a sodden thump just below her vagina and sent a strong 
sexual sensation of physical power  surging through her. Helga's shriek 
of outraged pain mixed with the excited murmur of approval from the 
spectators. Temporarily paralyzed she slumped to her knees cupping her 
mound with her fists.     

Irma was on her feet now standing over her opponent. Her fists hung 
slackly at her side as she looked down at the damage she had inflicted. 
It was always like this when she was successful at cunting an opponent. 
Nothing could replace the savage pleasure it gave her and she was only 
partially aware of the spectators encouraging her to do it again. 
Reaching down she drove her right fist squarely into the right side of 
the German's head sending her sprawling to the floor.     

She would have followed her down, wanted to get on her, but the round 
was over and Ann intervened crowding her away from the German.     

Almost in a trance she felt herself guided backward by her own corner-
woman. It felt good to have her so close. She could feel the woman's 
hard sweaty breasts pressed against her back and felt her hand around 
her belly as they reached the apron. Looking at her face for the first 
time she recognized the familiar slack jawed look of fight lust before 
turning to let her wipe her down.     

Watching Ann go over to Helga she wondered a bit about that. With eight 
more rounds and then all-in left to go she wondered just how much 
discipline or protection she would provide. Probably not much she 
thought and mentally checked that along with the winning purse, it was 
another reason not to let the German get her. She noticed that Ann was 
examining her ear and realized that she must have torn the diamond stud 
from the lobe with her last blow. Smiling to herself she thought, 
"Stupid bitch, should have removed it before they started" and resolved 
to pay more attention to that in the future. 

Round 3     

When they started again the German was noticeably more cautious. Moving 
slower and more deliberately she assumed more of a boxers stance and 
waited for Irma to come to her. Irma for her part welcomed it. Feeling 
fully recovered from the first round and rejuvenated by the second she 
felt much more in charge and able to exploit her advantage. She had 
noticed, not only from her experience in the first two rounds but also 
from the old tapes of Helga's past performances that she wasn't much of 
a boxer. She was big, strong and fast but relied more on her power and 
sheer brutality rather than skill with her fists. Irma on the other hand 
did have some skill with her fists having fought a number of males and 
she decided to carry that type of fight directly to the German.     

The return of her confidence may have urged her on but still she was 
cautious. The German could use her fists  if she had too and Irma had no 
intention of losing her advantage over some slight mistake. One good 
barrage from those big fists could paralyze her all over again and this 
time she might not be so lucky. She heard the noise of the crowd 
increase as they closed but she put it from her mind and began to work 
through Helga's defenses.     

And defenses they were. Adequate, she was fast enough for that but still 
there were openings. They alternated between attack and defense as they 
tested each others skill and toward the end Irma sensed that Helga was 
concerned by the comparison. Not much of course but enough to change up 
her style of attack and she fell back on the use of brute force at the 
end of the round. It didn't do her much good though and when it ended 
she retired with a frustrated string of German expletives.     

This time when she returned to her corner she paid no attention to what 
was transpiring with the German. Facing the spectators she let her eyes 
seek theirs as she gauged their reaction. One in particular, she had 
noticed her earlier at the gathering, was of interest. Not tall, 
youngish and with magnificent, full, lush breasts she had little trouble 
attracting Irma's eye and her open invitation earlier in the day had 
been one that she meant to follow. Now she was perched on the apron 
behind her corner, her left arm supporting her and her right hand 
reaching through the ropes to stroke Irma's shoulder. Their eyes met, 
Irma's traveled down to the flesh swelling through the brief, lace vest 
and her mitted hand passed through the rope to stroke the soft, warm, 
meat of her thigh. The others were watching, good, she wanted them to 
and she wanted this as well. Their eyes met again and Irma moved her 
hand up the thigh. It would be warm and she knew it would also be moist 
beneath the mitt as it reached her sex. Letting her right leg drop away 
from the apron the girl pressed herself forward and sighed as Irma 
buried the soft, bloody leather into the soft, moist, mass between her 
legs. She caught her breath, this wasn't good. Not while she was 
fighting anyway and shaking her head began to move away. It was good 
though and she lingered, half turned, and the woman slowly let her hand 
trace the swell of Irma's breast as they parted. 

Round 4     

Again it was fist fighting but the astringent in the oil was having it's 
effect now. It caused the cuts that both of them had opened on the 
other's body to burn and the cumulative effect was to heighten their 
sense of rage as the fight progressed and make them both more eager for 
it. Helga was strong but so was she and it didn't intimidate her now. 
She knew she could match her in all except the most violent exchanges 
and her skill with her fists should prevent most of that from happening. 
Dancing lightly on the balls of her feet she took the fight to Helga in 
the center of the ring.     

The exchange was long and hard. In the process she landed two heavy 
hooking blows to the German's tit's and received one low to the guts in 
return. It wasn't too bothersome, she had anticipated it, but they were 
getting nowhere. The German obviously felt that way too and the ferocity 
of her attack increased as she tried to make something happen. They were 
close in several times and Irma used her elbow's to good advantage. They 
were harder than the gloves and made resounding cracks when she managed 
to drive them into the German's face. She drew some blood with the 
tactic and quickly found her forearms covered with it. They were both 
red with it now and that mingled along with their sweat as they battled 
furiously in the center of the ring. The lights didn't help, it was 
beastly hot. Not that it mattered at this point, no advantage to either 
but it was going to be a problem in the future for at least one of them. 
It made for a fine show though as their punches were driven home their 
the  accumulated sweat and blood flew in a spray about the ring.     

When it was over they didn't want to stop. Both had found a rythem and 
neither wanted to break the spell. Only Ann's forceful interjection 
caused them to pause and then break away but not before she herself 
received some glancing blows for her efforts.     

Now all three of them were marked by the fight and making her way to the 
corner she threw her head back to clear the sweat sodden hair from her 
face. The band had broken and she would have it replaced but other than 
that she felt she had weathered the encounter well. Looking over at 
Helga she noticed that the right ear was again a gory mess and her nose 
had opened, still she showed no signs of fading. Feeling the soft hand 
of her unnamed admirer on her face she relaxed, her back against the 
apron and let the fingers gently probe her face as she watched the 
German. It was probably OK now she thought, it might give her more 
incentive and anyway she wanted the delicate fingers to appreciate her. 
Feeling one at the corner of her mouth she opened it and gently captured 
it's tip with her lips before letting her tongue sensually caress it's 
partially buried length. Other hands touched her, she let them, they 
caressed her back and crept across her belly to cup a breast. She raised 
a fist, lifting a hand to her nipple and felt an electric shock course 
through her as the unknown fingers pinched the sensitive flesh and 
pulled it into the mass of tissue that supported it. Seeing Ann prepare 
for the fifth she pushed it away, time to start, but knew it's owner 
would lick the bloody fingers as she watched her chosen champion move 
back to the battle and dream of other delights just barely imagined.     

It was usually like this she mused as she watched Ann do a last 
inspection of Helga's damaged ear. Fighting in front of women was always 
different that in front of men. The women liked it more, weren't afraid 
of it and were more uninhibited in their enthusiasm. They also 
appreciated it more and paid accordingly. Their expectations in this 
were high, they wanted nothing less than a total victory and wouldn't be 
squeamish about how it ended. When one went down they wanted the other 
on her. Wanted to see it happen, feel the pain and experience the sound 
of fists driving into unprotected flesh. Hear the squeals of pain, 
grunts of frustration and yes, be part of the group's unchecked  lusting 
for the fight as they watched the primitive spectacle taking place 
before them. She knew they wanted a winner and a loser and that each of 
them would be equally satisfactory as either. Driving those thoughts 
from her mind she moved away from the apron as Helga moved to meet her. 

Round 5     

It was immediately clear that this was not going to be a repeat of the 
last. The German had no intention of letting Irma use her superior 
boxing skills to wear her down. It could be fatal in only the fifth and 
she moved to redress the situation before Irma could adjust her plan of 
attack. Not waiting and with little regard for the danger she launched 
herself at Irma from the middle of the ring carrying them both to the 
floor. It was what the spectators had been waiting for and they cried 
their approval as the two women wrestled for advantage on the floor. 
Irma landed on top and as their fists found ribs and bellies, her teeth 
worked slowly into Helga's shoulder. Helga reacted by repeatedly ramming 
her thigh into Irma's cunt and pushing her fists under her chin, forced 
her face away. Rolling they struggled and Helga came out on top. Irma 
couldn't hold her and the German pressed her down and mounted her chest. 
Capturing her arms with her knees she pressed forward raising her pelvis 
above Irma's head as she anticipated her next move with relish.     

She was virtually helpless and while she could thrash around her lower 
body it did her little good, no more than a distraction as Helga readied 
herself for what she had next in mind. The powerful German knew she had 
her and the sadistic look of pleasure on her face indicated that she was 
enjoying it as she waited for both Irma and the spectators to realize 
it. She had no less than total destruction in mind and she wanted all of 
them to appreciate it. With almost two minutes left she could reduce 
Irma to a quivering, bloody wreck and take her time doing it. She liked 
that, taking the time, she would enjoy it even more than the spectators 
and the slow unconscious undulation of the full lush cunt above her face 
let Irma know it too.     

The first one was unexpected. Helga leaned forward, pressing down and 
when Irma raised her hips in protest, reached behind her. Slipping her 
right arm between her legs she lifted the lower body upwards. Rocking 
forward she arched and then when Irma felt that she could take no more 
the arm came free and her hips smashed backwards to the floor. It was 
the rebound the Helga was waiting for. Raising her right fist high above 
her she twisted her body and drove it down in a clubbing blow that 
landed squarely on the apex of Irma's blood soaked sexual tissue.      

The scream of pain electrified the spectators but was short-lived. As 
they leaned forward in anticipation, hanging on the ropes and pressing 
through, Helga brought her right arm back from the violation and drove 
her fist into the side of Irma's face. The look on spectators faces 
indicated that they knew it was immensely satisfying, indeed their 
feelings were mirrored on Helga's face, and they moved closer together 
in anticipation as the German prepared to continue her task.     

Two more, a left followed by a right. Not hard, more to hurt and tear 
the skin on her cheeks. She wasn't done yet and she didn't want Irma to 
check out before she had her satisfaction. Settling down she nestled her 
lush mound snugly below her chin. Pressing it forward she let her thighs 
cradle the head as she ground her fur into Irma's throat. Raising her 
right arm to the spectators she silently asked the question, where and 
how. It didn't matter of course, their enthusiasm gave her an answer and 
raising up she rocked forward digging her knees into the Brunette's arms 
as she brought her fist down in a smashing arc onto the bridge of Irma's 
nose.     

It was not unanticipated though. Not a nice thing to wait for but it 
provided Irma's only opportunity to escape. Arching upwards and over 
Helga's bent back she drove her knees into her shoulders at the instant 
the fist found her nose. It worked, the German was driven forward by the 
force of it to sprawl on her face and Irma staggered to her knees and 
lurched after her.     

Her face hurt like hell, the cheeks were split her lips puffed and 
swollen and her nose a bloody mess. For some reason it didn't seem to be 
broken though and she probably had sheer luck and the fact that Helga's 
timing had been thrown off to thank for that. Instead of connecting 
squarely it had come from above her face as the other woman had been 
knocked forward and it had only been a glancing blow.      

On her feet now she threw herself forward and driving her foot with as 
much force as possible let it sink into the furry mass between Helga's 
legs. It flipped the screaming German over on her back, she couldn't 
move from the paralysis of the blow and Irma dropped weakly upon her to 
keep her there. One knee in her heaving belly she had only time to smash 
her fist into the blonds firm breasts before she felt Ann pulling her 
away.     

It was different this time. No more thoughts of future delights as she 
ignored the Venus on the other side of the ring ropes. Her corner woman 
worked furiously and cleaned up some of it but it was still a mess and 
they weren't even half way through. Frantically she sucked air into her 
lungs as she tried to stabilize herself. She knew it wasn't going to 
work out if they kept this up. Both of them would be destroyed before 
they even got to the ten minute break before the all-in started. It was 
a little better though, at least her nose wasn't gushing and she could 
breath. Looking over at Helga she noticed her on her knees, her hands 
between her legs as her attendant finished wiping her face and slipped 
through the ropes. Good she thought. Served the bitch right and if she 
could have she's have put another there as well. Next time with the heel 
though, her toes still hurt and she would probably be limping for half 
of the next round before she forgot them. When Ann motioned them to 
resume it was a more conservative Irma that moved out to meet the 
German. 

Round 6 

Apparently the same thoughts had occurred to Helga and both of them 
spent some time feeling their way during the first part of the round. 
The tempo picked up again as it went along although both of them were 
content to box each other and avoid costly mistakes. When the round 
ended neither one of them required any work from their corner women 
other than a sponge off.     

There was a change on the part of the spectators though and that was 
their individual reactions. Afraid perhaps about their reactions some of 
them had been less than totally enthusiastic in their encouragement 
during the first part of the fight. Now those inhibitions were gone. 
They had experienced it and they liked it, wanted more and were not shy 
about crying out what it was. Their natural blood lust was wetted and it 
could only be satisfied by the logical conclusion to the personal combat 
taking place before them. It wasn't unusual and both of them knew it but 
it did signal a transition that these things passed through naturally. 
When it was time for the seventh round to start the descriptive 
encouragement of the women gathered around the ring left no doubt about 
where they were at.     

The next three rounds and part of the tenth were much like the sixth. 
Ventured here, a gain there and enough losses to keep it even. Or at 
least as even as they could. Both of them knew it would be to their 
advantage to avoid the all-in but neither was willing to be the 
sacrifice that ensured it. Their fighting took on a new tempo. Fast, not 
quite as furious but deadly nevertheless. The blows hurt but didn't do 
as much damage as they could have. Irma managed two good breast blows, 
the second at the cost of a cunting but on the whole came out the better 
of it. In the eighth it was Helga's turn when she trapped her briefly in 
a corner and savagely battered her breasts and belly until Irma  
escaped. She had obviously liked that and her  smile and the grunts of 
satisfaction had communicated her pleasure to the spectators. In the 
ninth Irma had determined to take it to her in one last effort to finish 
it but she wasn't able to do it. Almost but Helga's skill with her fists 
had improved and she was able to counter most of her attack. She even 
seemed to enjoy the exchange and the sound of their fists connecting 
with each others solid flesh was absorbed by the fascinated spectators. 
Not that they had become silent, no, each crack of the leather brought a 
more savage and enthusiastic response as their partisanship developed 
and they urged them on.      

Both had returned silently to their corner women at the end of the 
round. One more to go before all in and they knew that their best chance 
would be to finish the other before it came to that.  Being able to put 
the other down; and keep her there was going to be very hard. The three 
minute rounds pretty much ensured that. Unless it was a good hit the 
all-in was almost inevitable. 

Round 10     

Venus had opened the rest of her buttons and parted the lace so that 
Irma could more fully appreciate her. She had a pensive look about her 
and Irma found herself wondering just what sort of an outcome she really 
wanted. It didn't matter, she would do it the way it worked for her but 
she also knew the blond would have some specific ideas on the matter. 
Helga was almost ready for her but reaching through the ropes she pulled 
her close and buried her face between her strong thrusting tits before 
turning back to the German.     

The scent and feel of the blondes body was still in her senses as she 
moved to the center of the ring. It had been firm but resilient and she 
knew without looking that the valley between those peaks would be 
glistening with the blood and sweat left there by her face. She forced 
it from her conscious, focused on Helga and realized that her break of 
concentration could cost her if she didn't get back quickly to what they 
were there for.     

She was almost too late to meet the rush. The German had thrown herself 
across the short distance separating them and her attack carried her 
back to the lip with Helga on her. Frantically she wrapped her arms 
around her and pulled her close before the blondes hard fists could find 
her but still she was at a disadvantage. Raising her leg she wedged it 
between the blonde's thighs and wrestled for a better position.     

A stalemate so far. She arched her back, driving her belly hard against 
the other and let the big fists batter ineffectually against her sides. 
Taking a chance she cocked her other leg in back of Helga's knee and 
falling back, pulled her body over on top of her own. In itself not much 
of an improvement but with both of Helga's feet off the surface she 
could roll  sideways and follow her to the floor. It worked and Irma, 
taking an advantage where she could, grasped the German's head with her 
mitts and slammed it against the side of the ring as they fell.     

It stunned her and Irma took advantage of the situation by driving first 
her right fist and then her left into her face from close range. Helga 
had her arms around her, holding her at the waist with her face 
frantically trying to find a place of safety between Irma's breasts. She 
pushed her away, her left mitt on the German's head and her right 
descending in a downward arch to split the German's left cheek anew. 
Almost quietly they lay together on the floor of the ring waiting for an 
opportunity. Each could feel the other's  body against her own and 
neither was willing to escape the  embrace until an advantage presented 
itself. It was good, they had fought and would soon do it again but for 
a moment they rested and let their senses explore each other before it 
resumed.     

Soon enough, too soon for Irma, the German rolled, released her arms and 
both of them struggled to their feet. Lots of time left, probably too 
much but no matter, it was now or later and better now.  Both met in the 
center of the ring. No thought of covering up, not to save something for 
later, it was time to put the other away before the end of the round. 
Desperately they fisted each other, each blow sending a spray of blood 
and sweat from their bodies as the sound of their leather clad fists 
driving into each other's firm flesh reflected back into the directional 
mikes suspended above them. They were savages, bent on destruction and 
with little thought of protection now, the give and take was close and 
brutal. They sensed it would be almost over and both were determined to 
extract as much as they could before it was. And then it was, Ann had 
forced the German away and they had returned to their corners 
frantically gasping for air through their bloody mouths.     

It hadn't worked of course. Both of them were still standing and there 
wasn't any reason that the next part would not take place. Irma knew 
that the German would be feeling much as she did, not that it helped, 
well maybe a little, but now both of them would have to get ready for 
what came next. Her eyes caught those of  Venus as she resigned herself 
to their fate and presented her fists for the corner woman's attention.     

She was kneeling on the apron, her hands on the first strand of the 
rope, with her lace shift open and falling to the back of her body. Irma 
knew what she wanted now. It was pretty obvious and she found herself 
not surprised. The blonds face had taken on an almost an animal look to 
it as she savored what would happen next and what her influence on it 
might be. Idly Irma felt her corner woman remove a mitt and then the 
other. It felt good to flex her hands, still taped, but now more 
effective in the part that was to come. Reaching out she let her fingers 
slip up the Venuses firmly fleshed thighs as her corner woman wiped a 
towel across her shoulders.     

The fight would continue with the breast spurs that the corner women 
were attaching now. One on one, fingers, teeth, fists, knees and steel 
until one of them was finished. No rounds, no referee, an almost 
gladiatorial struggle in which one of them could very well be destroyed.      

She knew this, in a way welcomed it and she supposed Helga did too. They 
had been here before but this was going to be very tough. The no-neck 
bitch was totally powerful and her cruel heritage would now be brought 
into play. She knew that this was what the other had waited for, she 
would excel in it and would like it, no need for finesse, just the 
opportunity to get with her and do it her way without the previous time 
limits. The women watching knew it too and their murmurs of anticipation 
filled the background as she and the German waited for the fitting to be 
completed. Reaching up to her breasts she held the metal spurs in place 
as the corner woman finished cinching the containing halter that 
supported them.     

She was looking forward to it as well, she guessed, well there were no 
alternatives and she might as well. Still, the thought of finishing it 
like this with the strong German was like a powerful aphrodisiac. Now it 
would be really close in, body to body and the thought of having Helga 
under her as she finished was intoxicating. Turning away from the blonde 
wanton she let her hands continue to creep slowly, unconsciously across 
her body as she watched her opponent not so far away.     

Both of them were together now. More than anyone else they knew what was 
at stake and since it was now unavoidable, they determined to make the 
most of it. In a very real way it was what they wanted now, not so much 
for the reward but for themselves. One of them would soon be a goddess 
and the other could very well be dead.     

The last thought unnerved her as she thought of it. She had heard 
rumors, never confirmed, that Helga had been there before and taken that 
extra step. She hadn't seen a tape, only heard about it but the thought 
that her opponent was capable of it sent a shiver of foreboding through 
her nevertheless. A shiver of excitement too as she considered how it 
might be and let herself imagine what she might do under those right 
circumstances. 

ALL-INN     

The minutes were almost up now. Helga was doing much as she herself was, 
both of them now equipped with the spurs and waiting for Ann to signal 
them for the last time. The women seemed to be closer but curiously, 
almost silent. Some of it she just heard, the rest just noise, as she 
moved to the center of the ring to be with Ann and Helga.     

There was silence as they joined. Little sound from the room and none 
from the three of them. Irma noticed that the German's spur halter was 
of her own design with short tassels of leather fringe decorating the 
side where her breast jutted from her chest. But for that it was the 
same as her own. A half inch cone of sharply pointed stainless steel 
cupping each nipple. It was  held in place by a minimal harness of  
leather cinched so tightly that the breast flesh compressed and bulged 
slightly through and around the containing strands. A unique device 
actually. The four strands that held the spur in place were attached to 
another  that circled the breast and were then drawn in back to be 
attached with another strand the went from the top of it around the 
neck. It was pretty ugly but it would stay in place and while she knew 
what it could do it would protect the nipples from the others teeth and 
save the breasts from heavy direct blows.  Not much point in impaling 
your fist on a half inch of steel she thought.     

They were very close now, the sharp point of her spur brushed against 
the German's breast and elicited a smile from her as she moved her body 
slightly to accept it, letting it dig softly into her flesh. She would 
like that too thought Irma, just like she  would. They were masochistic 
enough to appreciate it and certainly sadistic enough to enjoy doing it. 
Moving abruptly she let the point dig a deeper furrow across the others 
breast and then watched as it filled with a thin line of blood.     

Still nothing was said. The German didn't flinch, the smile still on her 
lips as she raised her left hand and gently captured Irma's breast in 
her fingers. She moved against her, she knew what she was going to do 
and let her as the German pressed her  spur deeply into the firm flesh.     

There was a soft moan of satisfaction from those that were watching. The 
bloodletting was at hand and they welcomed it. Ann raised her arms, 
wrapped one around each of their shoulders and pulled them close against 
her. "The last round will be to the finish with the spurs. There will be 
no time limit and there will be no restrictions. I will only try to 
prevent the death of the loser", and saying so stepped back and slipped 
against the side of the ring so that they could begin.     

Irma reacted first. She knew the German wouldn't step back, only move 
into her and she moved quickly to the side to avoid it. Both were deep 
into the mind set for what was to follow and sounds of the room faded as 
they circled each other in the center of the ring. A few stiff arm 
punches each finding the other. Helga with a right to her ribs and Irma 
a left that buried itself into the flesh bulging from bottom of the 
German's breast harness. Circling, their concentration total, they 
waited for the opportunity to strike.      

Irma found herself moving closer to the German and then realized that it 
was the other that was closing on her. She let her, felt a release as 
she accepted it and as Helga, her face twisted in a snarling grimace 
leaped to meet her she lowered her shoulder and leaning into her 
attacker, pulled her close.     

A bear hug and since it was as good as she was likely to get she made 
the most of it. Lower than the German she wrapped her arms around the 
others waist and lifted her off. Her face was buried between the sweat 
slick breasts but her own were pressed deeply into Helga's stomach and 
the work of the spurs was at hand. Viciously she shook her, digging into 
her belly with the steel and savagely twisting her to drag the points 
from side to side. With all her strength she held her close, burying 
them again as she listened to the German's screams of rage and pain. She 
was slipping though, Helga had her hand on her face, the other at her 
back in a frantic effort to disengage and in a moment she would force 
herself free. Feeling her hand begin to slip she brought it around to 
grasp the German's breast and pulling it fiercely to her mouth, sank her 
teeth into the already bloody flesh.      

Gone now, Helga was free and cradling her bleeding breast with her hands 
she scuttled along the side of the pit. Irma followed, their first 
contact had excited her and she wanted to get her hands on the German's 
body again as soon as she could safely do so. The woman was strong but 
not too smart. If she would have been she would not have let her get so 
much of her so early. She had the initiative now and meant to keep it. 
The taste of the  bloody breast was fresh and she wanted more, it didn't 
matter now the risk.      

The special amphetamines that they had taken before the fight were 
having most of their effect now and Helga, not nearly finished, meant to 
have some of her own. She turned and reverting to her earlier success, 
met her stalker with her fists from a fighters crouch. Facing each other 
they resembled nothing more than two snarling cats as they prepared to 
bring their fists into use against the other. The room forgotten, their 
breath coming in ragged gasps, faces a perfect mask of what they 
intended for the other. Irma was vaguely conscious of her earlier 
thoughts concerning how it might end and knew she didn't care. At this 
point neither would Helga and she thought only momentarily before they 
closed that Ann might be the one to decide what the outcome would be.     

Momentarily distracted by the thought she let the German get through and 
received a clubbing blow to her cheek from the others taped fists as a 
punishment. It opened again, she felt the warm wetness on her face but 
ignored it, the German was still extended and she used it. A good one 
she thought as she felt her fist bury itself at the perfect point in the 
German's belly just above her mound. She felt the shot of hot sexual 
adrenalin shot through her at the feel of it. Not moving, no attempt to 
protect, she drew her fist back from the body convulsed before her and 
deliberately drove it with full force up and into the German's face.     

Her face exploded in a spray of blood and sweat as Irma's fist drove her 
upright and back against the lip. She was almost out, her back bowed 
back with her head resting on the rope and her arms outspread on the 
lip. Never hesitating and with a satisfying display of brutality, Irma 
drove her right knee solidly between the others out splayed thighs. It 
connected with her mound and she did it again. Again the sexual shock as 
she stood before her. It had brought Helga upright, a vacant stare 
replacing her previous snarl and Irma moved again to hurt her.     

No defense now. First a left into the side of a breast, she stood close, 
wanting to smell and taste her victory. Again into the other breast and 
then a series of two that penetrated the German's muscle shield on each 
side below her navel. It bent her over but not to go down now, she 
wanted more of this, wanted the feel and smell of her and stepping 
between her legs she put her hand on the back of Helga's head and drew 
her face into the glistening spurs thrusting proudly from her chest. 
First one cheek and then the other were lacerated on the pointed spikes. 
Reaching down she undid the catch at the German's back and let her 
halter fall to the floor. Her hands slipped again around her waist, as 
before, but now without the urgency. Slowly she drew the German close to 
her, their legs intertwined, their moist mounds pressed together and as 
she tightened her grip around the waist, their breasts as well. Snarling 
with pleasure as she did it, tight and hot against her, the spikes 
thrusting deeply into the Helga's firm breast flesh. Again, and with a 
cry of satisfaction she shook her body to tear them further.     

Helga's shriek of pain was reflected back into the pit by enthusiastic 
cries of approval as she tried to push herself away. Irma let her fall, 
paused to look at them and as if awakening from a trance and 
acknowledged their tribute with outstretched arms.  She let them drink 
in the sight of her in victory, the sweat and blood creating a gory 
smear on her body as she turned to let them appreciate it. She felt weak 
now. It was over, almost, and it was not she that lay at the victors 
feet. Time now for the final act and her pleasure at providing it.     

Ann was with them now, an unconscious look of expectancy on her face as 
she waited for Irma to signal for her assistance in what came next. Both 
of them knew what they were to do but she was in no hurry to finish it. 
Better to revel in the pleasure and glory of her victory a while longer 
as she leisurely motioned for Ann to prepare her.     

Helga was beginning to stir and that was good. She wanted her conscious 
for what was going to happen next. Ann had the device now and moving in 
close urged her legs apart so she could insert it. She didn't watch, her 
eyes on the blond Venus as she felt Ann slip the thick solid length of 
the big shaft into her and cinch the straps tight. Smiling she thrust it 
at Venus and then paraded around the small arena caressing it with her 
hand as it waved suggestively while she waited for Helga to recover.      

Irma felt a lassitude creep over her now as she positioned herself 
behind Helga. The German sensed it, and somewhat recovered, tried to 
move aside. A futile move, nowhere to go and it only postponed what Ann 
was there for. She followed her and Irma waited as she forced the German 
to the center of the arena. Still on her knees but fully conscious she 
was only too much aware of what was to happen next. Lunging she made to 
leave the ring but couldn't, Ann had her fast and for Helga it was only 
to wait for what followed.     

Irma waited as the two of them struggled on the floor before her. Idly 
stroking the device between her legs as she waited she wished the German 
to struggle on. She wanted the resistance while she took her final 
satisfaction in their coupling. It was sexual and like sex she would 
have it her way and that would be tough. She knew she was going to hurt 
her, wanted to and when they went down she would follow her to do it. 
Would have too. The huge curved dildo was specially designed for 
entering from the back of the victim. Shaped like a large hook it 
dropped from between her legs and then curved out and up. When they 
reached the floor she would be mounted on her back and able to drive it 
in again and again. Moving slowly so as not to distract the woman 
struggling before her she approached from the rear as Ann captured the  
German's head between her legs and pulled her arms together at the small 
of her back.     

Irma moved directly behind the kneeling pair. Helga sensed her there and 
struggled but to no avail. Her head was trapped between Ann's powerful 
thighs and her ass could do no more than move in frantic effort to avoid 
the penetration that was to follow. It was a struggle now. She had 
almost fully recovered now, knew what was to follow and terrified of 
what Irma was about to do to her.     

Irma stood there. Almost unconsciously her hands caressed the device 
between her legs. The tape on her bloody palms transferred their gore to 
it's surface in a hint of what it would shortly look like. Motioning Ann 
with a jerk of her head she moved closer and as Ann wrenched the 
German's arms above her back Irma fell to her knees between Helga's out 
thrust legs and slipped her thighs beneath the other's. Wrapping her 
arms about her waist she pulled the German's twitching mound onto the 
tip of the massive instrument. She struggled as Irma worked it in 
further but they had her. Stayed there, the sound of their breath coming 
in ragged gasps and then Irma, acknowledging Ann's unspoken question 
nodded and pulled Helga's body to her waist.    

She paused for them to see it, think about it and savor what was to 
happen next. The next move would drive its hard ridges covered with the 
stinging, astringent oil deep into the other woman and she would begin 
her rape of her. Again she looked at Ann. On her signal her knees would 
part releasing Helga's head, her hands would release her arms and Irma 
could have her as she chose. She did, and as she did, Irma moved forward 
and rose to her knees and placing her hands on her back forced the 
German's face to the ring floor. The timing was perfect, as her face 
smashed into the floor Irma lunged forward buried the massive curve of 
the dildo into her cunt.     

Pausing she savored the German's scream and the feeling that her 
struggles were having on that part of the device that was within her. 
She felt it's thick smooth length probe her as Helga's struggles 
increased and her shriek's of pain filled the room. She glanced once 
more at the spectators and acknowledging  their cry of approval arched 
her hips drove it up further into the helpless woman struggling in front 
of her. Her thighs were now wet with the blood seeping down Helga's 
legs. The curved length had brought the German to her knees as she tried 
to escape and pulling her close Irma slipped her legs around her hips 
and positioned her self above her ass. Quickly mounting her back she 
wrapped her legs beneath her belly and locked them inside the German's 
thighs to spread them apart. Her positioning was met with a roar of 
approval from the watching women and pausing only long enough to 
acknowledge it she slipped her arms beneath the other's and grasping her 
shoulders, pulled Helga's back up and int the spurs. The German was 
weakening now, her struggles were less violent and her sobs of 
frustration and anger had turned to moans of pain as Irma continued her 
violent thrusting ride on the others body. Truly mounted on the German 
she pushed herself away, forcing the part of it within her to bury 
itself even more deeply in an upward thrust within her own throbbing 
cunt. It was the ultimate sensation and it achieved for her the final 
satisfaction that she sought. A savage groan of sexual gratification 
filled the room as she collapsed at the back of the woman on her knees 
in front of her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her hands slowly 
worked the screaming German's hips against the resistance of the device. 
Reaching forward she grasped her shoulders for the final part of it. 
Digging her fingers deep into the German's flesh she raised her up. 
Struggling she staggered to her feet, the German's body impaled on the 
device and sagging forward to flop helplessly on it's length. Another 
thrust as she pulled the screaming blond's head back. Stretching her 
body back over her shoulder she approached the Venus. She was trembling 
from the effort it had taken but her offering was accepted, she could 
see it in her eyes. Another thrust, a last shriek of pain and it was 
done. Lifting her from the hook she threw her to the floor and collapsed 
against the lip her fulfilment achieved. 

Epilogue 

Slipping the straps Irma pulled the bloody dildo from her and moved to 
the apron. The corner-women rushed to assist the German but that part of 
it was over, they had met, she had prevailed and whether the other woman 
lived or died was unimportant. She looked for the Venus, found her and 
moved to where she was. Everybody knew what was to be and as Irma pulled 
her close the Venus led the way to what lay beyond the door.