The Mexican doctor who took care of the girls at the extreme fight arena was on retainer by the club, not only because he was not morally blocked by a narrow view of ethics, but also because he was a multi-talented professional, who also ran a small business as a personal trainer and in addition operated a successful funeral home. If he couldn't cure his patients, he still got to make one final billing. All of these assets were valuable to the Club. Their assignments accounted for nearly 1/3 of his business. His responsibility was to keep the fighting ladies healthy, help them build their strength and endurance, provide facilities for the fight instructors, speed the healing of the fighters' wounds and, when necessary from time to time, use his crematorium for convenient and untraceable disposal, should a young fighter not survive an excessively brut@l beating in the cage.
He was the one who arranged for the famous Phoenix surgeon to do specialty work such as the alterations done to Wendy's genitals and rectum. The American was a top surgeon who had developed a hobby that could not easily be practiced Stateside. He had got interested in his hobby when he had a practice in California, and was approached by extreme body builders to enhance their genitals and perform some shocking deep body piercing for them. Most surgeons saw the alterations they requested as being morally despicable, but everyone had their own taste, sense of where the moral line was, and their own motivation. This guy found the bizarre requests for radical body alteration intriguing. In his eyes it was always a matter of personal choice, no matter what the outcome, and he found perusing some of the strange ideas to fruition exciting and fulfilling, at least until another, more bizarre request came across his desk.
The first of such requests he received came from women who belonged to a group that wanted to outdo each other with shocking body alterations, each striving to be more outrageous than the others. One of the women had been a world champion bodybuilder who now operated a female muscle porno site, thinly disguised as a fitness site. She and friends she employed because their attitudes, lifestyles and body fetish matched hers, once they had begun doing nude poses, had enlarged their clits to the limit with targeted steroid injections, and the site owner now wanted hers raised four inches up her pubic mound to allow her to grow the already distended lips of her vagina, giving her a grotesquely large cunt. She had removed her panties to show him what she wanted, and the audacious mature bodybuilder actually masturbated as she described her wishes.
He checked her site and found the hardcore section, then proposed to her he go much further and, since she had no wishes to bear c h i l dren, that her remove her unnecessary uterus and give her an internal well shaft that would take a man's arm right up to the elbow. She was in. He had seen the photographs of her standing nude beside h0rses, her personal collection of Arabians, and knew the direction she would take if she had the equipment to accept that of her stallion. During the operation he broke her pubic bone and replaced it with a longer nylon implant that arched an inch and a half higher, which elevated her pubic mound so that the enlarged vagina still looked like it belonged on her, and it was now capable of taking in a much larger insert. Her hips would now also be able to handle more weight, if she decided to engage with her stallion. The sexual fitness freak was excited by the success of his creative changes to her womb, and his work with her brought in a flood of new referrals of women wanting strange and exotic things done to their muscular bodies.
Another woman who had competed at world level in the grotesque sport of bodybuilding and now posed with her regularly on her website, a beautiful black with bizarrely straight red hair, wanted something far less complex. She told him she wanted a permanent stone in her navel, and showed him a one-inch diameter fake sapphire. It was made of a high impact plastic, and he guessed it was worth no more than $20. She was very excited as she described a brass staple, three inches wide and a foot long. She wanted it placed into her back, with the two prongs going on either side of her spine and then passing through her torso between her organs and viscera.
Once inside her the tongs would have to be bent toward each other to meet at her navel, where she wanted them to be permanently attached to a metal cup that would hold the stone, so that it would appear to be floating freely in her navel. She thought how cool it would be to live the rest of her life and show her fabulous body with that huge staple going through her. The skilled surgeon told her all it would require would be day surgery at his clinic, and a week later she had her wish.
Another was a woman who requested he merge her large breasts because she hated her cleavage. He did an outstanding job, producing an enormous single breast in the middle of her chest. The woman became a hit on the stage of fringe theatres and strip clubs, and that success produced many more requests for his services, broadening the field into the fetish market. A Chinese exotic dancer who had also been a bodybuilder and now worked as a stripper in the waterfront bars that catered to uneducated laborers wanted her vagina rotated so that she could bill herself as a true cross-cut. He not only granted her wish but also did some creative work to make her rectum almond shaped with the same orientation.
One woman who's favorite fantasy was being a pony girl wanted her cheeks pierced and a harness attached with bit and reins. For the removable bit to work it was necessary for him to remove eight of her back teeth, and fit her for a tongue depressor. She had to stay a couple of days to have her healing supervised, and a week after she went home her husband brought her back to have further alterations done to her, with her complete consent. The husband wanted the halter and reins to be installed permanently.
The surgeon made the necessary changes, piercing additional holes in her upper cheeks and running a post up under her chin close to her neck up into her mouth and through her tongue to secure a strap under the chin to the tongue depressor on the top of her tongue with a single stainless steel bolt. This alteration prevented her from speaking, but her husband pointed out that h0rses didn't talk, and from now on he wished only to hear moans and squeals from her, which she was perfectly capable of producing with her new oral restraints.
He also designed and built a permanent deep implant for her vagina, which was solidly anchored and allowed attachment of a pole by which a cart could be pulled. A brass plate was made to perfectly fit the curve of her lower tummy, and from either end of the nine-inch by three-inch device; long bolts were drilled into her lower belly right through into her vagina shaft to attach the plate to the device inside her womb. It was very painful for her to have any tension put on the pole that clipped onto her womb anchor, and her husband had made it clear that her pain was exactly his intention, as it brought him pleasure. She nodded her head and hummed her agreement, as the only partner who would experience the pain.
He designed and had built hooves for her feet that were also a permanent fixture. They forced her to walk on her toes, with her foot arched beautifully, and because they were tightly molded to her remarkable feet in that arched position, did not permit her to lower her heel to the ground. He then did a minor surgery on her ears, cutting and moving flesh upward and giving them points to more resemble the ears of a pony. Her recovery time was a week this time, but the results were startling and well worth the time, effort and cost.
Once the internal cart-pulling anchor was completely installed and no longer removable, the surgeon informed the couple he had discovered during her last visit that the wife was pregnant. This was not news to either of them. He smiled as he told them he could perform a C-section without anesthetic when the time came, but they asked instead, because his work with the front plate was so attractive and it covered where an incision would be made, if it would be possible, once she had reached full term, that he might take advantage of her sealed vagina to allow the pregnancy to advance another month or so, then if liposuction might be an alternative to birthing. The assurance of the husband and the growing signs of distress in the wife told the doctor the true picture. The surgeon assured them his rate card covered every contingency. This surgeon loved his work.
The Club's needs and his made a perfect match, and he came to Tijuana twice a month to do alterations to the young fighters, often performing radically deep body piercings and other alterations to the healthy young females to make them more interesting fighters, capable of inflicting wonderful injury to their opponents. He often came up with some special alterations or enhancements to the young women that made for very interesting novelty performances. He acted as consultant on some simple adjustments to sex toys to make them interesting and effective weapons with which the girls could do injury to each other, providing the Mexican doctor with additional work.
After completing the improvements to Wendy's groin the skilled and creative surgeon had assured her he could easily remove the implants whenever she wanted. In fact he could confidently tell her that only because he was privy to where this beautiful and audacious young lady's career was leading, and how it would likely be completed, which allowed him to make long-term promises that he was certain would never have to be kept. The Club was fortunate to have found a pair of doctors who had taken the hippocritic oath.
Wendy had adapted well to the style of the Club, and had proven to be a good investment for its members. After her third fight, her first win by a knockout in which she had broken her opponent's jaw, she moved up from C Class to B Class fights, in which the fight continued until the opponent was out cold. The coordinator of fighters explained that C stood for cute fighters, and B for beautiful. She learned that you could only lose two fights at this level and not lose your job. A third loss meant you were immediately fired. Concussions reduced your sharpness, and the likelihood you would become defensive rather than aggressive, and the fights would then be ended quickly without the interesting extensive violence that was expected.
There was a specially concealed window on the closest sidewall to the big cage in the fight theater that allowed people to have a very good view into the cage without being observed themselves. For some reason girls were not allowed to watch on some evenings, where it was rumored that extreme was taken to a new level, but they never had any evidence of that. They were never required to go to this special secret viewing room at all, but Wendy went in to watch at least one fight a night when it was permitted.
She always wanted to see her next opponent to watch for her strengths and weaknesses. It was also useful to see several other girls fighting to get a sense of what worked well and what didn't. When she spotted something she wanted to learn how to do or to practice she would bring it to the attention of her instructor, and she continued to improve week after week. While some of the girls would see one girl downed and the other on her knees bending over her, pounding viciously at her head, she saw the position of their feet or knees, the angle of their shoulder, and she counted silently the number of blows it took before the girl on the bottom went limp, knocked out.
The funniest thing she and several others saw through that one-way mirror was a battle royal. A bus carrying 30 girls who were college freshmen had come down to Tijuana to partake in a talent contest. They had no idea when they left home that the talent they would have to display was their ability to fight. Ten of them were put into the cage with as many Mexican girls. No costumes were necessary; skin and hair color identified the teams. With twenty girls in the cage at once it seemed much smaller than it did with just two combatants. There wasn't room for a girl to change her mind and barely space to fall down. The American girls just wanted to be let out of the cage, but the Mexicans had come to fight, leaving the American girls no choice but to pitch in.
Those in front were immediately engaged in the battle, and it took little time for the first casualties to fall. The door to the fight cage was busy, because when a girl from either team fell a replacement was pushed in. As the girls fell some did so because they were knocked unconscious, but more often they were pushed over or slipped or stumbled over someone already down. Once they were down they thought it would be far safer to stay down rather than to get up and re-engage in the madcap mêlée.
Soon the floor was covered with the writhing or still bodies girls who were either unable to get up or who chose to stay down. By this time it was just as dangerous for a combatant to be on the floor as on her feet. They were being trampled by those still standing, and crushed by others falling. When a Mexican girl fell she went to work on the nearest American on the floor, pounding her so that if she was conscious her only defense was to retaliate. Still more nude girls were thrust into the cage, and the audience was in mayhem, competing successfully with the screams of the girls fighting in the cage.
When all sixty young nudes were in the cage the battle continued for nearly twenty minutes, until at last there was only one girl standing, and amazingly it was one of the Americans. A broad smile crossed her face when she realized she was the sole upright fighter. She was the winner, standing on a pile of girls, some of them still screaming at the violence they had been forced to endure as participants. The victorious American nude, a vivacious blonde, moved around kicking those who were down, hurting them randomly regardless of their race. It was only as the girls were being dragged to the door and pushed out that Wendy saw that three of the girls had not survived either the fight or the trampling. She was startled that the Club members didn't seem to mind. What had started as something she thought was funny turned into something really disgusting. That was sick!
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