The Agreement
By Teez
Rhonda decides to try it


Her thoughts, for the most part, were all a jumble as they left the fighting
room and made their way deeper into the building. Jack and his friend had
arranged for the four of them to be present while the 'Ladies' were permitted
to decide and although she felt drained she also knew she was extremely
interested in watching them arrive at their decision. She also sensed that the
big blond walking with her would be thinking the same and felt a pleasant
exhilaration each time they were pressed against each other in the narrow
hall.

Jack had introduced them, Fred, simply as an acquaintance of his and his
friend Stacy who like herself was being introduced to the 'sport' for the
first time. Obviously not a new experience for the males but the idea that
they wanted them to share it was almost as exciting as watching the fighting
itself. She knew beyond any doubt that given the opportunity she would
seriously consider participating in it herself and strongly suspected that
Stacy felt the same.

They were there now and silently holding the door for them Jack ushered them
into a small room at the end of the hall. Dark except for a small night light
set low to the floor, it took a moment for them to accustom themselves to
their surroundings. The room itself wasn't large enough to accommodate much
more than six people comfortably although for that it was plush indeed. It's
distinctive characteristic however was the wall of glass that extended from
ceiling to floor making up the far wall. Wordlessly they settled themselves
onto a soft velvet seating arrangement in front of the viewing window and
waited for what was to come next.

Fred broke the silence first by asking them for their preference and then
providing it from a well stocked cabinet in the corner of the room. There
really wasn't much more to say since as their eyes grew accustomed to the
light it became obvious what was to soon take place before them on the other
side of the glass.

A dimly lit, room not much larger than the one they were in, about twenty feet
square with lightly padded walls and floor. A harness arrangement appeared to
be attached to each of the side walls and there was a door in the center of
the wall directly in front of the glass viewing panel. By way of explanation
Jack began.

'The rooms are soundproof and although we will be able to see and hear
everything they will be unable to see or hear us'. Also as you have no doubt
noticed this arrangement is going to be different from the one you have just
watched.'

'Yes, apparently' murmured Rhonda as she studied the apparatus attached to the
walls. 'I suppose your going to explain it to us aren't you?'

'Oh it will become clear enough' responded Jack. But I will say that the third
woman will play a central part even though she won't be doing any actual
fighting herself.'

After a moment Stacy asked, 'what prevents her from being physically involved
if it gets out of control?'.

'Oh it will get out of control' Fred responded, 'that's what they're here for
and she'll make sure it happens'. He would have continued but at that moment
an overhead light came on in the other room and the three women entered from
the door on the far wall.

Rhonda caught her breath at the same time as Stacy and felt her press against
her as their mutual feelings excitement mounted. Both of the women were now
stripped for fighting. Each wore special high heeled ankle boots and leather
golf gloves but for that their powerful bodies were naked. The Deb had also
stripped and wore the same style boots but without the gloves. Working in
silence she directed first one and then the other to the walls and began to
attach their harness. They watched in fascinated silence as she slipped a
narrow leather belt around their waists and secured it at their backs. It was
tight, biting into their belly's and the line secured to the back of it
appeared to attach them securely to the walls on opposite sides of the room.

Jack leaned over her and explained, 'the harness line is connected to an
electric reel on the other side of the wall. She can control the length of
each line as she pleases and whenever she pleases'.

Fred added, 'depending on how far they get into it and how far she goes, it is
possible that one of them might not survive'.

'And' observed Rhonda experiencing a delicious shiver of anticipation at the
thought of it, 'nobody could enter the room to prevent it could they?'. The
males lack of response answered her question.

'I shouldn't think I'd like to do it like that with you' said Stacy a little
breathlessly.

'No, I don't think I would either' replied Rhonda as her senses reeled at the
thought of it. 'I think if we did it we'd want it to be all us without
somebody throwing the advantage first one way and then the other'.

Stacy laughed but her voice was husky with emotion as she replied, 'No, I
don't suppose either one of us would like to be stopped from doing what we
would want to do under those circumstances would we?'.

All of them were silent for a moment. Rhonda could see the movement of the
women in the fighting room but for the moment her senses were overloaded with
the implications of what had just been said and the almost overpowering
feeling of the physical presence of the woman pressed against her.

Reaching out with her hand she let it slip up Stacy's back, gently she let it
caress the thick layer of muscle at the base of her shoulder before asking,
'If we did, do you think you could, do it to me I mean?'

They were closer now, she felt Stacy's hand on her thigh, gently caressing it
but with a sensual urgency that communicated her thoughts all to well. 'Yes, I
could' she replied,'and it would be tough, we'd want it that way but then we
wouldn't have it any other way would we?'

'I suppose not' said Rhonda as she let her body relax more fully against the
other's letting her imagination wander silently through the possibilities that
were flooding through her mind.

They didn't hear him at first, their senses being totally focused on each
other and it took a nudge from Jack to bring them back.

Fred said it again, now with more insistence, 'if the two of you think that
something like this might work for you perhaps you might like to show each
other what you'll be bringing to it'

Almost as an audible thought Rhonda heard Jack say, 'we're all a little
overdressed for this, why don't we make ourselves more comfortable before they
begin to arrive at their decision' and added Fred with ill concealed
anticipation, 'and let's have a look at each of you while we do.'

Stacy was the first to react rising silently in a fluid motion and moving away
as Rhonda rose to face her. All of them had temporarily forgotten the women
preparing to fight each other on the other side of the glass as they moved
together, their faces only inches apart, letting their natural aggressiveness
flow freely to the surface for the first time. It was intoxicating, the
thought of the challenge and what they might be permitted to do with each
other and as they slowly unbuttoned their sweat soaked dress's and let them
fall sharp physical shocks of excitement surged through Rhonda's body. Stacy
appeared to feel the same quickly slipping the lace briefs from her hips
before moving away to cast a provocative look of invitation at Rhonda as she
proudly displayed her lush, golden womanhood. Rhonda couldn't speak, only
feel. She'd never felt so challenged and after only a moments hesitation to
gather her senses reached down, gripped her panties with both hands and ripped
them from her body. Again they were close but now they could sense the
presence of the males pressing against their backs gently urging them closer.
Naked except for their heels, their heaving breasts barely touched as their
harsh breath bathed the other and their senses drank in each others presence.
With more urgency now the males pressed them forward until their bodies
touched holding them forcefully against each other Parting their legs they
accepted the others muscular thigh between their own, sensed the warm wetness
of the other's sex against it and lost in the scent of their arousal wrapped
an arm around the others waist as they let their greedy hands begin to explore
the hard muscularity of each other's body. No need to speak, they felt almost
incapable of it as they caressed and then held each other close in a mutually
powerful embrace. Letting their faces nestle into the hollow of the others
neck they let their lips and tongues explore as they luxuriated in feel and
scent of each other until with a soft cry they parted slightly. Staring
intently at each other for only a moment they came together again in a long,
lingering kiss.

It was over too soon as the males pulled them apart and down to the seating.
Slowly they returned from their imagined future and let their senses focus
again on the present. It had been a powerful erotic experience but in a way
better to be over. They would return to it in similar or different variations
in the time to come. She felt Stacy's body relax beside her own and snuggled
against it drawing Jack with her. It was obvious to both of them that they had
been brought here for this. It was done expressly so that they would be
stimulated to challenge each other and both of them knew that they welcomed
and would meet it.

It was better now, their thoughts and emotions not so scattered as their
attention was returned to the women in the fighting room. One of the males
reached for the sound system and immediately the room was filled with the
muted intensity of the conversation from the other side of the glass.

From their voices she decided that the one on the right was German and one the
left English. Both were big and had their bodies had the smooth hard
muscularity that could only be obtained by a devotion to developing them.
Neither were particularly attractive, a little heavy maybe 200 lbs or so but
they carried it well. A little softness around the middle she supposed but not
unusual for women of their size and age. She also found herself admiring The
tightly bunched muscles of their thighs and calves and the thick slabs of it
across their backs, shoulders and arms. She noticed that both were marked by
what she assumed to have been previous fights. They obviously trained for this
she mused as she let her attention wander to the thick triangles of pubic hair
that crept upwards in a point toward their navels.

As if to read her thoughts Jack said 'They're both very much inclined to
fighting and for this one they've spent some time at a private facility in
Europe that specializes conditioning professionals like them specifically for
unusual types of it.'

'Which consists of what' asked Stacy'

'Everything from physical conditioning to weight training and diet with an
occasional fight thrown in' responded Fred. 'Not the real thing of course,
practice meat just competitive enough to keep their appetites wetted. They
haven't been permitted to participate in a real fight for some time so while
she's goading them on to it they'll hardly need it.'

'Sort of like professional gladiatrices' murmured Rhonda appreciatively and
settling in even further against her companion she thought that this might
even be better than the other as she turned her attention to the third woman
in the room.

The Deb appeared to be French. Not a small woman in her own right she was full
figured with long perfect legs and lush swelling breasts that swooped up at
the tips. She would be more than enough incentive for what the three of them
had in mind. She was also finished now and each of the women had been pulled
snugly to the wall where all they could do was glower at each other while they
waited to be released. Their mistress encouraged them, approaching first one
and then the other as the mikes picked up the sound of her soft throaty voice
suggesting to each what they might do to the other. It was obviously having
it's effect and as they struggled to get to each other she moved apart and
picked up the box that controlled their movement. Letting out a little she
experimented releasing the two women from the wall and letting them approach
each other.

She teased them. Working them higher with her taunts and in the process
herself up as well. Rhonda thought it would have to be exceedingly hot in the
room. They were drenched with sweat but she turned the lights higher and
appeared to shiver slightly as she approached the center of the room. Slowly
letting the lines play out she permitted them to join her. Not close enough to
touch but close enough to touch her. They were eager for it and although their
eyes never left the other their hands reached out to caress their mistress
standing between them. More line, closer now she let them embrace her. Parting
her legs she let her moist sex caress a thigh, her hands a breast and her lips
explore a face. Almost as if she wanted to remember what they had been before
she set them free.

Rhonda found herself almost not breathing as the Deb stepped back. It was
going to happen now and in a way she felt as one with them as she waited for
it to begin. A slight motion of her hand released some more of the line and
they were free. They had been anticipating it though and moving warily in a
counter-clockwise movement made a half circle around the other. As she watched
it occurred to Rhonda that they would circle no further or the box could
indeed control their destiny.

The Englishwoman attacked first sinking her taloned fingers into the breast
flesh of the German. Throwing herself after it she grasped her hair with her
left hand and wrapping a leg over the German's hip buried her face in the
hollow of the others neck. A grunt of rage from the German as she staggered
backwards and then regaining her balance she pushed against her and threw her
to the floor. Crashing down upon the woman beneath her the German grasped her
wrists and dislodged the fingers digging into her breast but the others teeth
had already found what they were seeking. She screamed in rage but the teeth
were already imbedded in her shoulder and as she pushed her away they parted
from it red and wet. Throwing herself slightly to the side the she straddled
the other's thigh and holding her head to the floor by her hair reached behind
her and buried her fingers in the lushness of the others sex. Pausing while
the English struggled beneath her she rocked forward above the others body and
with a sudden yank ripped the fur at the Englishwomen's mound.

Screaming the other fighter arched her back and gripping the German's wrists
forced her off and to the side just as the Deb pulled them apart. Both were on
their sides as the ropes retracted but just as quickly they recovered to find
their feet and face the other. Rhonda watched the Deb as she watched them. Her
eyes were already clouded and as her hand unconsciously caressed her breast
and found it's way across her belly she wondered at the emotion that was
driving her now. She would want them together, not too close but still close
enough to come into contact with the other. She felt herself wishing that the
Deb would let it play out only enough to bring their fists into play. She
wanted that, the sound of their fists on the other's flesh, their grunts of
pain, frustration and pleasure as one or the other prevailed and almost on cue
it happened, the line played out and each of the women came within striking
range of the other.

Surging forward, eager for it and leading with their fists they came within
each others range. The sound was louder now. Their room was filled with it,
fists meeting solid flesh and their grunts of exertion and pain as they came
into range of the other. They had established a rhythm to it now and both
seemed to have more than a beginners knowledge of fist fighting. Rhonda found
it interesting to watch as they attacked each other. She also found herself
moving slightly in concert with the fighters and felt Stacy do the same. She
could almost feel the impact of the fists and imagined the sensation it would
cause her if it were she the one that was doing it. She felt Stacy lift her
hand to her mouth, felt her fingers against her lips and as the other woman
clenched her fingers tightly she tasted the sweetness of salt on her sweat
soaked fist. Reaching up she grasped the hand and drove it against her lips as
her own hand slipped between the valley of the others thighs and caressed the
swelling mound nestled at their juncture. She moistened it there and then as
Stacy pulled back, she raised her fingers to her mouth and tasted the
sweetness of the other woman's sexual syrup.

She had let them closer now, their breasts were pressed together and their
heads lowered beside each other as they continued to punch into each others
body. Still they couldn't clinch, she prevented that, wanted more of what they
were doing and knew how to get it. It was too much though, in her excitement
she released the English woman's line and with a lusty cry of enthusiasm she
leaped on the German and threw her down.

The Deb was confused, uncertain what had happened and in the time permitted
her the English woman took advantage of it. The German was on her side and
trying to rise as the English straddled her. One knee on the surface against
her belly the other leg cocked at her back she drove her right fist into the
other woman's face. It exploded in a spray of blood and sweat and leaning
forward she did it again and then grasping the other's hair in her left hand
she pulled her head backwards arching her back and exposing the breasts.
Yanking savagely at the hair she drove her right fist repeatedly into the
German's arched and heaving breasts. Rhonda watched entranced as her fist
buried itself into the flesh. She could sense her fury and appreciated the
cruel brutality of it as the sounds of her fist striking the German's flesh
mingled with her grunts of exertion filled the room. It was almost frenetic
now, as if she knew that her advantage was about to disappear but still the
Deb refused to act and she continued to bury her fist in the German's body.

More aware now, her mind focusing on the two before her she acted. The English
was pulled from the German and as she staggered backwards the line retracted.
Not to the wall, she left her a few feet but still the only thing she could do
was to lunge against the line in a futile attempt to rejoin the German.
Watching her panting at the end of her tether Rhonda had the fleeting notion
that her entire focus, and that of the German as well, was on the total
destruction of the other. Not defeat but destruction.

The German was up, on a knee but up and cupping her breasts with her hands as
she staggered to her feet and leaned against the wall. The blood from her nose
was splattering her breasts and belly and smeared on her arms as they
supported the throbbing flesh. Rhonda idly caressed her sex as she considered
what the Deb would permit to happen next.

They didn't have long to wait as the French came alive with anger at her
confusion. Retracting the English to the wall she consoled the German. A hug,
her hands caressing the powerful ass as she pushed against her, caressed the
bloody breasts and crooned in her ear. All of them knew what she wanted and
stepping back she released the German to do it.

The English was virtually helpless as the German attacked her. Held snugly to
the wall by the tether she could do little more than fend off the onslaught of
the furious woman as the two of them came together. Thoughts of her previous
victory were now forgotten as the German waded into her body with a barrage of
blows. First into her guts, furiously knocking aside her defense and then up
to bury her fists into the English's firm, tender breast flesh. Not content
she went higher, into the face and as the head snapped back from it's force
she lowered her attack to the English's mound. Her right arm against the
woman's face her left buried itself repeatedly into the softness of the other
woman's sex. Each blow caused an unconscious nervous reaction as her body
bucked and shuddered from the onslaught. Rhonda felt herself tense with each
blow and felt Stacy do the same. Not in sympathy for the Englishwoman but in
concert with the German's blows as she dug them into the body before her. The
sight of the carnal brutality that was taking place was obviously affecting
them both and in much the same manner.

The Deb had pulled her back now. Not all the way, she could still stretch to
reach her but it permitted the English to deflect some of the attack. The Deb
had also released some of her restraint and she lunged blindly into the German
grasping the arm that was inflicting the damage. It was awkward and the German
pulled loose a number of times but at least she wasn't helpless.

Rhonda let her hand play softly across her belly, then lower to stroke the
soft moist swelling sensitivity of her womanhood while she watched the
struggle before her. The brutality of it was having it's effect. The violence
had unleashed an appreciation of it deep within her that she hadn't been aware
of and she let her senses fill with it. The sight of each blow etched in her
brain along with the sound of the fists as they struck the firm flesh provided
a graphic picture of the fighting women that she would never forget. It
intoxicated her and her newly awakened lust for it drove her to want more.
Someone had turned up the sound system even further and she felt her self lean
forward as if drawn to it as the Deb suddenly released the Englishwoman's line
sending the struggling woman hurtling into the German.

It was totally unexpected but the Englishwoman must have had some premonition
that it could happen because she was prepared, swinging her fist into the
other's face before they reached the floor. Grasping the German's left arm
with her own she dug her right fist repeatedly into the woman beneath her.
First the unprotected belly and breasts and then lower into the thick fur
between her legs as she struggled and squirmed beneath her. She felt Stacy
move against her, felt her arm slip around her and pull her closer. Raising
her own arm she slipped it around the others back let her hand cup the swollen
firmness of her breast. Suddenly rolling on her side, the fighting momentarily
forgotten, she let her lips gently caress the breast, her tongue toying with
the turgid nipple at it's peak while her hand slipped briefly between Stacy's
muscular thighs.

Both of the fighters were temporarily loose from their wall now and free to
attack each other on an equal basis. Pulling back from the sensual pleasure of
Stacy's body Rhonda was even more excited by the sight of it as she watched
the Englishwoman pull the German beneath her and mount her at the waist. A leg
on each side, her left hand again holding the German's head to the floor as
her right smashed into her jaw. Again she did it and Rhonda leaned closer to
the glass to watch as the German's head was driven to the side by the blow.
Both of their faces were bruised and bleeding and their white driving gloves
were red from it. She found herself flinching as each blow drove the blond
head savagely to the side but still appreciated the picture the powerful
Englishwoman presented as she did it.

From her thick powerful thighs, the tight firm ass up to the vee of her back,
the muscles of her powerful shoulders moving smoothly beneath the tightness of
the skin she was the perfect picture of what she herself wanted to be and do.
Settling back into the cushions she savored the sight of it and let the cannel
brutality of it take possession of her as Stacy reached to cup and then caress
her throbbing breast.

The Deb reacted now. Activating her controller she retracted the
Englishwoman's tether and pulled her off the German. She reached out as she
was pulled away, reluctant to release her prize and eager to inflict further
damage but all she could do was stand, gasping from her exertion, as the
German, just out of reach, struggled to regain her feet. She watched as the
Deb helped her, eased her back to the wall and gave her the chance to recover.
She watched with growing excitement as she pressed against her fighter, her
thighs apart, letting the soft moistness of her sex rub against the German's
muscular thigh. Her hands cupped the breasts, caressed them as she nestled in
against her body and crooned encouragement until she could recover her senses.
Turning her attention to the Englishwoman she watched her pace at the end of
her tether, impatient to continue but apprehensive of what the Deb would do
next.

The Deb was impatient too and even before the German was fully recovered she
moved to rejoin them. Blindly facing the watching gallery, her body now
covered with the German's blood and sweat she grasped the controller and
played out each of their lines. The German moved cautiously, keeping it slack
as she came to the center while the Englishwoman let her weight carry her
forward as she approached the other. Not quite within arms reach they were
stopped, measuring the distance with their arms but the Deb had other ideas.
Approaching them she let her body brush theirs as she gave them her
instructions.

Almost casually Rhonda heard her say. 'That was very good darlings. I have
been most stimulated by your performance but now it is time for one of you to
finish the other. I will initially release just enough line so that you can
fight but not enough to permit one of you to gain a premature advantage. After
that the automatic line control mechanism will be activated until one of you
has begun to assert herself over the other. At that time I will again control
your access until one of you has proven herself to be clearly superior. Then I
will release her upon the other. You should do everything in your power to
ensure that you prevail since I will not prevent the dominant fighter from
doing what she is inclined to do when it comes to that point.'

Jack's voice brought her back with a bit of a start. She could feel his hand
slip appreciatively across her back as he said 'first of all it won't be a
death fight'

'No' added Fred, 'those are much more formal and more heavily subscribed'

'Have either of them ever fought to the death before?' asked Stacy.

'That can't be known for sure except for those that would have been in
attendance but since this is actually a prelude to their next one, which will
almost certainly be much less controlled, it could quite possibly result in
that.'

'But what is happening now?' asked Rhonda as she felt a shiver of excitement
at the thought what had been said. 'Explain to me what she has said about the
control system'.

'What she means is that the tethers will be released until they are just
within each others hitting range. She will then put the system on an automatic
feature that will release an inch of line each minute. If one is driven back
or retreats the slack will be added to the other's permitting her to press her
advantage. The distance between the two will remain the same and only change
from adjustments that the automatic line release system makes'.

Both of the fighters were more restrained now. Just out of arms reach they
glared at each other as they struggled to regain their breath and prepare for
their next contact. Covered with blood and sweat, their spiky hair plastered
to their skulls they waited for the deb to release the tether. The German
still had a considerable amount of blood coming from her nose and the English
from a deep cut on her breast which dripped from the nipple down to her belly
and the floor. Both leaned slightly against the tether waiting for it to
telegraph the Debs decision.

Deliberately she activated the control and then stepped back to watch what she
had sent in motion. Both fighters jerked in their harness as the line released
and they came within range of the other. It was a reach and only the face was
close enough but they both made the most of it as they stretched their arms to
reach the other. Little evasive action by either now such was their hate and
desire to reach the other. Another inch and suddenly the German punched her
right fist into the side of the English's face. It drove her back permitting
her to surge forward but only for a moment. The English forced her self
forward, parried another blow and landed one of her own crushing the German's
nose.

Another gout of blood, spreading across her face and splattering the breasts
and belly. She continued to lean forward though, her gaping mouth open as she
gasped for breath reluctant to give up the advantage of her position, while
the two of them sparred at range until the next release of line.

That seemed to be a signal and now they were close enough to reach the other
almost at will. Sensing it they moved sideways, maintaining their relative
positions but now more to the side of each other. Their style of fighting
changed as well. More contained they abandoned the wider swings that were
necessary before and adopted a more professional stance, resorting to their
fist fighting skills as they met in the center of the room. Coming within
range of the other their fists penetrated a defense, found an opening and
connected with short hard strokes to the head and body.

Both Rhonda and Stacy were totally absorbed by the brutality of the spectacle
taking place before them. As each pass was initiated they sensed the other's
body tense as they both anticipated them coming together. So caught up were
they that each blow brought a response from the watchers as the sound and
sight of the fists meeting flesh were telegraphed to them on the other side of
the glass. By now Rhonda favored the English and Stacy the German and their
groans and cries of satisfaction at a loss or victory grew louder and more
vociferous as the tether played out. The Deb had moved back, just out of their
range watching with silent satisfaction as her two lovers came ever closer
together.

They no longer swung so far from side to side now. Too far would invite the
other to follow and the line now permitted them to remain within each other's
range throughout most of the arc. Some slack was evident and both remained in
the center and began a furious exchange of blows. The sound of it intensified,
each one bringing a grunt of exertion and pain and mounting in fury as they
engaged. Neither stepped back or to the side now. They fended off the other as
best they could but neither had any other thought than to destroy the other
with their fists.

The English was wilder though and as she let her right fist slip over the
Germans shoulder the other woman seized her wrist and holding it up above her
head lowered her shoulder and buried her fist into the soft firm flesh of the
other females lower belly. An anguished grunt, her face a picture of stricken
pain and she was forced back. The line released again and Stacy shouted her
satisfaction as the German released the wrist and wrapped her arm around the
English's waist. Her shoulder still low her right fist now smashed frantically
into the other woman's lower body at will, the crotch, belly and reaching up,
into the breasts driving them even higher with each furious blow. Rhonda
stiffened, her identification with the English filling her with a feeling of
despair as she watched the German stagger across the floor with the other
woman in her arm. She knew that if the English wasn't able to return it with
equal force the German would finish her.

The fury of the attack and a scent of a victory had pushed the German off
balance though and as the line released she slipped and the English
desperately twisted above her as they fell. Not much of an advantage but she
made the most of it. Grasping the German's head she held it beneath her as
they fell and driving her left knee into her belly slammed the other woman's
head into the padding with as much force as she could muster as they hit the
mat. Holding it there with her left hand and crying with rage and pain she
drove her right fist into the unprotected face. Again she did it and Rhonda
rose to her knees and crowded against the glass to see them better.

The rest joined her there, watching silently as the two fighting woman writhed
in a snakelike embrace beneath them. The line was loose about them now, both
were free of it's restraint, it's purpose forgotten as they fought for
dominance and destruction of the other. The Deb moved closer too. Standing
above them her fingers fingering her meaty breasts she stood transfixed,
watching in fascinated silence while the final act was played out.

In desperation the German struggled to her knees. Blindly reaching through the
English's indiscriminate fists she pushed her away and scurried to the side of
the room. Pushing herself erect she turned just in time to receive a savage
left hook to the belly as the English crowded her against the wall.

The automatic line mechanism had reset now and both of them were forced to
return to the center of the room as it retracted the slack. The German was
weakened though and appeared confused now as the enraged English strained
against the tether to get her. Falling back she tried to fend her off but as
she retreated her lost line was added to that of the stronger English and she
followed. Not more than three steps and the German was snugged with her back
to the wall. Both paused as they realized the implications and then as the
English leaned into the tether to get her she weakly raised her arms to fend
her off.

The first blow was a left hook that buried itself in the German's weakened
belly and forced her into an unconscious crouch. Instinctively she crossed her
arms to prevent another. A right hook into her breasts forced her back and as
she straightened up the English stepped closer and savagely drove her left
knee up between the German's thick, wide spread thighs. Gagging, her arms now
hanging uselessly at her sides she was helpless to defend herself as the
English attacked. Leaning as close as possible she began to drive her fists
into the helpless German's body. A deep hooking fist to the lower belly,
again, only going in deeper and followed with a right uppercut to the breasts
that buried itself to the wrist. It straightened her up and before she could
start to sag into her harness again the English moved to prevent it. Grasping
her hair with her left hand she forced her head back against the wall and
holding her erect to prevent her from slumping continued her assault. Between
the legs then moving closer she released her grip on her hair and finished her
with a frenzied series of short, furious blows that thudded indiscriminately
into the defeated woman's body.

Rhonda was conscious of the others pressing against her. Moving her shoulder
back she felt Stacy slip her arm around her waist before wordlessly returning
her attention to the scene playing out before her. She was totally aroused by
the carnal display of brutality and knew her feelings were shared. Draping her
arm around the other's neck she slowly exhaled her pent up breath as she
pulled her head against her own while the dead weight of the German's body
began to slump at the end of her tether.

Apparently the automatic retraction system had been programmed to understand
and as she slumped to the floor the English was pulled away from her back
toward the opposite wall. Watching her lean into her tether as it pulled her
staggering backwards Rhonda was struck by the undiminished intensity of her
fighting fury. She was magnificent and letting her mind wander she let herself
imagine a different ending. One in which the English stood unfeathered over
her defeated foe, an arm raised triumphantly in victory as she waits for the
crowds decision. They bay for the kill and the decision rendered she falls on
her victim to administer it. Rolling her onto her belly she straddles her, a
powerful thigh on either side. Wrapping a powerful arm around her neck she
places her other hand against the side of her head and raises her head to the
crowd, a moment then their desire for the ultimate penalty clear she accedes
to their demand and with a victorious scream administers the coup de gra
wrenching her arm back and smashing her hand against the side of the victims
head, breaking her neck as they scream their approval.

Experiencing another shiver at the thought of it along with another emotion
that she couldn't identify she slowly forced herself back to the present. She
knew that she understood the emotions and the incentives that had driven them
now and while fearing the implications as they relate to herself she knew she
would accept the challenge. It would fill the undefined physiological void
that they had lived with and both of them knew it. Thinking about it was
exciting, more than that it was intoxicating and the thought that they would
serve to fill it for the other somehow satisfying. Sliding her hand over
Jack's thigh she murmured

'I think all of us have a lot to do in the next month of so don't we'