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NP LIMITS - deadly femfights - 02 of 10
« on: September 29, 2015, 07:00:30 PM »

Wendy had lost her first two fights, and needed two weeks of rest to get rid of the bruising and cracked ribs she had endured in her second loss. It was those injuries that had brought to her parents' attention her involvement in extreme fighting, and that was when the ban had been placed on her. In each of those first two fights she had been knocked unconscious. In each case it was just for a few seconds, and smelling salts got her quickly out of it, but they counted as real knockouts. In the amateur bouts the fight was over when the brain of one of the combatants had been jarred around in the skull to the point that they were unable to respond, known in the boxing world as a knockout. The only training for these young participants was to show them some creative ways to give their opponent a concussion, knocking her unconscious.
Wendy's high school coach, the Tijuana gambling den's primary recruiter of American teenagers, let her live with three other young girls in his basement, and his wife, a great cook, made sure they were comfortable and well fed. She and her husband made as much as he made teaching by providing young fighting stock for the Mexican bar, and when she learned how much money he could make by exploiting his position as a high school teacher to access young recruits, she completely agreed with and supported his second career.
With the money from Mexico given in cash and therefore undeclared, they did much better than they could on a teacher's salary. It was the teaching that gave him access to the girls in middle schools and high schools across the major Southern California city. He taught in three schools, and with every city boxing or wrestling tournament he made useful contact with an abundant supply of potential recruits. He had the personality, persuasiveness, authority and resources to attract his choice of the pretty young schoolgirls.
After her second loss, the coach and bar owner had to work hard to persuade Wendy to continue, and ensured her success in her next fight by pitting her against a tall and completely illegal twelve-year-old Mexican girl with no fight experience or ability. Mexican ID was far easier to fake than American, and the promoters did not want to lose a valuable good looking white American girl, so found this street waif for Wendy to beat. He kept a forger in retainer to provide identification for the minors that brought in the good crowds. The girl had never been in the cage or even a ring before, and Wendy easily literally beat the crap out of her. The win gave Wendy confidence, and she faired much better in her next several bouts, finding her pace. She took pride in her ability to punch, wrestle, kick, elbow and knee her opponents at will, and that made her much harder to beat.
New young fighters always were pitted against girls their same age, but usually had to fight girls with four or more fights behind them, to give the more experienced fighters the chance to build up their wins before turning pro. It was not necessary to be a great fighter to be promoted to the pro level. The only requirement was that you had more wins than losses to your credit so that gamblers would be more likely to wager money on you. Amateurs made $100. for a win and the loser was given $20.
On a weekend it was possible to get in three fights - one on Friday night, another on Saturday, and the third at a team fight matinee on Sunday afternoon. A team fight had either three or four girls on a team, so it could be quite crowded in the cage, and the action was always amazing. It was the team fights that usually brought in the biggest bets, because the action was so unpredictable, and winners from the individual fights earlier in the weekend could end up as losers, since the objective was so different.
Only girls who were not too badly hurt of marked up were allowed to participate in the team events, because they were a major draw, and the girls were expected to really put out for the audience. A matinee had three team fights, each of which usually lasted between twenty and thirty minutes with no breaks. There was a 45-minute intermission between battles, which provided the gamblers the chance to fondle and grope the young girls who were required to mingle with the audience before their fight.
Fondling the girls was permitted on the pretense of assessing their chances of winning the bizarre battle. The young girls consented to this humiliating treatment because the pay for the losers was raised to $50. while winners were all paid $100. The objective of team fights was simple: make it impossible for any of the opposing team to continue. The fights were as serious as the individual bouts, and made the winners as much money. It was a big deal for a 16-year-old to come home with $300 for a weekend's work. It was also a big deal to have abrasions from scraping fingernails all over her body.
The amateur bouts were the first fights on the card. Then came the pro fights, which were much more serious, because the girls were given large doses of powerful stimulants to ensure frantic action in the cage, and the expected outcome was that one of the girls would be beaten so badly she would take a month or more to be able to get back into the fight cage. It was okay to keep hammering a downed girl until she passed out. Wendy knew many of the girls her age at Pancho's Cantina because they came from her school. She also saw girls there that had been in classes ahead of her that she thought had just graduated and gone on to get a job. Instead they had done as she had, and became fighters at Pancho's Cantina.
Wendy had won five of her first eight fights, qualifying her to turn pro, where she was required to fight a woman with seven wins to her credit at the pro level, which meant that she had severely injured seven opponents. Each win at the pro level brought a purse of $500. with pay to the loser still set at $20. There were enough novices recruited that losers were of little interest to Pancho's Cantina owner, and unless they were special with good prospects, he was always willing to let them quit.
Wendy's training in school sports was a great asset to her. She was both strong and flexible, with a savvy that served her well in the fight cage. She also had great spirit, and the will to do real damage her opponents when they were down so that they would long remember how she had defeated them. The capacity of the small fight arena was just over two hundred, but it seldom attracted a full house. Wendy and a few of the hotter fighters did what they could to change that, to ensure they had a sustainable career. They elevated the level of violence, and as word got out the crowd grew.
She had made extra money for introducing some friends to the sport, but now that she was 18 and out of the school system for two years she had lost her contacts in school. She shared a small house with five other girls in Tijuana where the rent was cheap, and that removed the need for regular commuting across the border. She had gone back a few times and started posing as a college student, but the few girls she recruited from the university were considered too old to learn how to fight dirty, which was the only way to win in the violent sport.
Just after she turned 18 and had a couple of very rough nude fights under her belt Wendy had caught the attention of a scout, and was hired away from Pancho's Cantina by a private club on the other side of town that catered to wealthy Mexican and San Diego merchants. There were even members from Los Angeles, she was told, including a couple of Hollywood producers. For Wendy this was like hitting the big time, leaving that filthy Pancho's Cantina, with more money to be made in the private club than she had ever dreamed of. She was now in the big leagues, and given fights with women tougher than any she had previously met. It was a new ch@ll?ng?, and Wendy felt ready for it. It was a real advancement from Pancho's stinking Cantina.
The fights in this private club were quite different. It was referred to simply as the Club. Although there was always some gambling, the purpose of the fights here was mostly for entertainment. They expected a higher quality of fighter in the cage, and expected maximum brut@lity. The cage was smaller and more intimate, in a circular fight theatre that seated only a couple of hundred people. The fight cage was built on a solid buff-colored marble floor, with no canvas. It hurt a lot more to go down, but this was the big league. There was no smell of stale urine here, just the aroma of cigar smoke. Nobody peed here on purpose, and whatever was spilled was promptly cleaned up thoroughly at the end of a fight. The marble meant the cage could be cleaned completely, with no residue pee to turn rancid. Here the girls sometimes started the fight dressed, and their first ch@ll?ng? was to get their opponent nude.
The next part of many fights started more like a show, where the fighters had to do some specific damage to each other. The rituals were always varied, but the one Wendy hated the most was when she was held by the referee and had to spread her legs while her opponent punched her several times in the cunt. It was a great thing to watch for the audience of businessmen and their escorts, and sometimes their wives, but it hurt like hell when the punches were so hard that they drove her womb back into her ovaries, which slammed into her k i dneys. It was a tough business, but nobody every told her it was going to be easy. After taking a tough cunt punching the rest of the fight often seemed to be a breeze.
She still lived with her roommates, and had to take a bus across the city to get to the Club. It was a good thing Tijuana was not too big, like San Diego. Being an American, she stood out on the commuter bus, which carried mostly peasants. She was always afraid of being molested or attacked, but she was also sure she could take care of herself if that happened. There was no way the guys down here would wear protection for their gonads, and she knew how to get off a quick targeted kick with all the power necessary to put a man down hard. From her bearing men sensed she would be a ch@ll?ng?, and none ever bothered her, except for the constant staring by both men and women at the beautiful young American, so out of place riding alone on a Tijuana bus.
Since turning pro in the extreme fight business, Wendy had undergone total depilation of her genital hair, with the exception of a square inch where she retained the ability to grow a patch of hair but usually kept it shaved as clean as the rest of her genital landscape. This permanent removal of hair meant she didn't have to worry about being clean-shaved when she was on display in the Club's fight cage. In the nude fight game hair was a liability, and the Club's head handler recommended to the girls they keep a slick cunt. "You've all shown you know how to drive a few fingers into the vagina to use it as a handle to flip your rival," he said, "but when your pubic hair is removed they can't get as good a grip on you. As I always tell you, it's the little things that make a big difference, usually between winning and losing."
As her wins mounted up Wendy let that that little patch grow, because having a small blonde growth above the hood of her clit made her appear from a distance to have even a more pronounced slit. It was sort of like a personal logo, and it didn't have enough area to give anyone a better grip on her. This was all about show business, and she was getting pretty good and it. All of the girls had something special about how they presented themselves in the fight cage, including wearing wigs to present a different persona in the ring, but the wigs didn't stay on very long in the heat of battle, and most of them found it embarrassing to be seen wearing one, and worse to having it ripped off to prove they were wearing one.
Some of the young female fighters had special things done to their genitals to make them distinctive, but they all avoided rings anywhere because they could be ripped out, doing some pretty bad damage. They all went for piercing, but limited the body metal to studs, which on the face, ears, tongue, nipples, navel and vagina lips were pretty hard to pull out. Everything was fair game, but there was an unwritten code you didn't go after a girl's body decorations, as long as they weren't big enough to be really tempting. Any girl stupid enough to wear serious metal into the cage was asking for it, and always got it.
One girl had tempted fate by having a thumb sized stud stuck through both of the distended lips of her vagina, because its weight pulled them further out, and it swung sexily when she walked. She forgot to take it off before going into the fight cage, and her opponent used it as a handle to control her hips while they were fighting on their feet. When she lost her balance and fell backward the girl hung on, jerking on it as the girl went down and it ripped right out, permanently mutilating her genitalia. The deep piercing was behind a vein, and the Club members loved it, because in addition to the obvious damage, there was a great show of spilled blood all over the marble floor of the fight cage.
After nearly a year of professional fighting Wendy agreed to the suggestion by the senior handler that she have her vulva enhanced with both implants and injections of silicon. The design was to maintain the feminine appearance of her genitalia while substantially enlarging and permanently opening not only the enlarged lips but also the internal tube of her penis holster, which would from now on stand invitingly open. The beautiful young blonde babe also agreed to have a radical rectostomy, with the insertion of a hard rubber ring that replaced her sphincter muscle, which both puckered and held open the ring of her anus to a diameter of more than an inch.
This drastic alteration removed the prime function of her sphincter, which controlled her ability to hold back bowel movements. The surgeon told her she would require an enema four or five times a day to flush her colon, to ensure she didn't mess herself in public, but the result in her shocking personal presentation in the fight cage made the severe alterations worthwhile. She became a very popular and visually stimulating fighter in the no-holds-barred violent combats, which she regularly won.

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