No Limits Part 7
by Regis
There was a definite advantage to being a totally private club in a relatively small Mexican city on the fringe, remotely located in the far northwest corner of the country, a city that was in many ways virtually lawless with only lightweight police service. They could get away with things that could not even be considered for fight events in Mexico City. The performances of the special evening added up to murder shows. The third fight on the card pitted a pair of cute and petite athletic Mexican girls who entered the ring wearing nothing but perfect fitting five-inch heels, remarkably shaping their gorgeous brown legs. The extremely high heels forced them to virtually walk on tiptoes. They would not get them off during the fight, because they were securely strapped around their feet and ankles. Both postured obscenely for the attentive audience, rotating their pelvises forward and using their fingers to stretch wide the vestibule of their organs, revealing the membrane was intact. They were both virgins!
Each of the naked young women was armed with a 16-inch-long, 2 1/2 -inch diameter pink rubber metal-studded dildo. The objective of their match was for each to attempt to deflower her virgin foe, splitting her hymen by plunging the large studded device into her tight vagina, then pull it out and bury the bloodied device entirely in her opponent’s rectum. ‘Entirely’ was the operative word, which startled Wendy. There was no way such small women could bury a 16-inch tool of any description in their unyielding colons. The tight bend in their large intestine occurred far to close to their rectum to accommodate sixteen inches. Were they and the audience about to witness another kill?
The pretty petite ladies began their bout by using their weapons as short clubs. One of them got in a great blow to the eye of her opponent that caused it to swell closed in just a couple of minutes. The price she paid was a direct blow to the face that broke her nose, producing the first substantial show of blood. They fought from a semi-crouched position, partly to brace themselves and partly to maintain balance in the unfamiliar high heels. The audience was impressed these two naked c h i l dren were so willingly hurting each other so badly right off the top, and they wondered what coercion had been applied to produce this remarkable level of violent aggression in these very attractive Mexican girls.
They had already done more damage to each other than would normally be required for this kind of competition. The girls continued to club each other brut@lly, driven on by the cheering and encouragement of the audience, both causing to the other bleeding wounds on the head, arms and torso. The harder they hit each other and the more damage they did, the louder the audience became until the place was in pandemonium.
Both of the spry nude Mexican conchitas concentrated on offense, showing almost no defensive instincts. The cheers of the crowd seemed to drive the two young ladies into a frenzy. This level of ferocious violence continued until the girl with her eye swollen shut stumbled when her right ankle suddenly turned in the provocative high-heeled shoe. Immediately her opponent seized the opportunity and caught her a hammering brut@l blow to the back of the head at the base of her skull. A blow that hard with a dildo made of harder rubber or metal would have killed her. The stricken little Mexican girl slammed face down onto the marble floor, unconscious.
Immediately the girl with the smashed nose leaped onto her, straddling her back facing her buttocks, and jerked her hips upward. This presented the concussed girl’s groin. Pressing the rounded tip of the dildo into the recess of her vestibule, the girl on top grasped the shaft of the brut@l instrument and thrust it as hard as she could. This brought her opponent to life, and she screamed and twisted, but to no avail. With her knees spread too wide she was well pinned. Worst of all, when she had fallen she had dropped her weapon, which was now out of reach. She tried to rise onto her elbows but the weight of the girl high on her back was too much for the little energy she could summon. She realized she was in desperate trouble, certain to lose the battle, and that there was little she could do to change these desperate circumstances. She was effectively pinned.
The girl riding on her back changed strategy. She began twisting the dildo while pushing, and this produced better results and piercing screams that cut through the shouts of encouragement from the crowd. She redoubled her efforts, and the in a minute of hard twisting and pushing the weapon punched through the outer restraint of the downed girl’s hymen. She was in! Jumping to her feet, the girl on top with the painfully bloodied nose grabbed her victim’s arm and leg and flipped her over onto her back.
She dropped onto her again before the aggrieved opponent could get up, and once more grasped the dildo sticking out of the grasp of the newly opened tight cunt and continued to twist and thrust. The downed girl pounded with her fists on the aggressors back, but to little effect. It took less effort to get the dildo in the five-inch depth of the violated sex chute, until the end rammed into the resistance of the screaming downed girl’s uterus. That was as far as she was going to be able to penetrate, so the girl on top pumped the weapon in and out in a rapid twisting motion, scraping the delicate membrane lining of the offended sex organ, coating it with fresh blood. Her victim was providing her the lubricant she would need to invade the much smaller and tighter rectum.
When she was ready she produced a gasp from the audience when she jerked the dildo out of the offended vagina and they saw the full coating of the girl’s blood. She stood, and kicked the downed girl’s groin, slamming the toe of her shoe into the bloodied vagina. The girl heaved, and with a kick and shove to the hip she flipped her over once more onto her belly. Then she grasped the tortured young woman’s hips and jerked them up once more, providing direct access to her anus. She grabbed the dildo and once more sought to invade the helplessly pinned body. The screaming downed girl’s fists uselessly pounded the marble floor. She twisted her torso and writhed in agony as the studded device gained entry to her fundament. This was a horrific experience, and the victim was clearly in great discomfort and distress.
The progress of the dildo was slow but painfully steady, until it reached a depth of ten inches, and when it would move no further the audience realized it had reached the tight bend in the girl’s colon. The only way to make further progress, which was required by the simple rules of the competition, was to drive it far and hard enough that it punctured the great intestine to enter the screaming young woman’s abdominal cavity. There was no other way the objective of this very rough game could be met. The nude on top was going to have to kill her opponent! Megan and Wendy were suddenly very upset. They were going to be upstaged by an insolent pair in a preliminary fight! And they were nothing but Mexicans! Both of the girls perched on the high stools waiting their turn in the cage had to admit these two had put on a pretty good show, for Mexicans.
A handler threw a big rubber mallet to the girl straddling her opponent, and suddenly she had the tool to get the job done. She began pounding on the end of the dildo sticking out of the other girl’s anus, and with each blow brought out even more horrific screams. She also began to scream each time she swung the big mallet, and the audience joined in, stamping their feet and clapping their hands in sync with the rhythmic pounding on the dildo. With each blow the members and their guests could see the pink studded shaft moving further into its new reluctant host. These two ladies of Mexico were proving to be great entertainers.
The head of the large dildo (massive considering the scale of its victim) was doing rapid and irreparable damage inside the petite Mexican lady. Her torn gut wall had finally relented and released the weapon into her pack of small intestine. The natural sausage skin was taking an equally devastating beating, splitting and spilling its dirty contents from the necessary protection it provided into her internal cavity to wreak havoc on her body chemistry. When the end of the dildo was at last hammered out of sight with her sphincter closing around it, the nude young woman’s body was in uncontrollable spasm, her screams had diminished to gurgling, and within a minute she slumped in death.
The victor sprung to her feet, ran to the bars and violently vomited through them. The pretty Mexican lady had willingly committed her first murder for the entertainment of the wealthy members of the Club, and in doing so had lifted herself out of poverty. The only way to keep the money flowing would be to enter another high-risk kill game.
Their time on display on the elevated stools was over. This was a four-fight card, and with three completed, theirs was the last and featured contest. It was now time for Wendy and Megan to walk the talk. It was the moment of truth for one of them, and both were confident they would defeat their foe, knowing that nothing less than a kill would be acceptable. The second and third fights they had just witnessed had convinced them the members of the Cage Club would not tolerate anything less.
They had both dressed to kill, in a manner of speaking, and both of the beautiful but fight-hardened teens intended to do just that. Both girls had been fully reinforced in the belief that if the Cage Club required it, the members supported and encouraged it, there was no way they could be considered murderers for just doing what was expected of them. With the coaches assigned to them for the past 36 hours building their confidence in their ability to win such a desperate fight, both girls were ready. It was kill time!
Assault with the intention to injure is a crime on the street, but in the fight cage doing real physical damage to your opponent is the only reason to be there. Wendy and the other girls who fought fully understood the punishment for not becoming brut@lly violent in the cage. It would be unthinkable to not give it their all. The alternative might be to be fired, burned alive in the horrible crematorium. She didn’t know if they did that with every girl who didn’t put out in the ring, but suspected that was the case. Putting an opponent in hospital is a frequent and intentional outcome of the extreme fights business, and cannot be called a crime, or extreme girl fighting would be illegal. That's a logical conclusion.
Once the stakes are raised, it's the same thing when a kill is expected. You do the same things as before, only you do a lot more of them, with maybe some different and more sadistic moves, all of them designed to produce a final solution for the other bitch. A woman dying in the fight cage is totally different than a woman being killed in her home, on the street or in a drive-by shooting. Even if it is a crime of passion or an innocent victim, it is just as much a crime as a cold blooded planned killing, but in the cage a woman has to take her chances, even if the chances aren't that good. That is also a logical conclusion.
Going into the ring knowing someone is going to be killed is a calculated risk, and the fighters know going in that they are supposed to take a life, or give their own. Those are the only two choices, but its still just sport, in this case a sport that's much more serious than most. In Wendy's mind the argument about responsibility was really all about chance rather than planned murder, because of the risk factor. How can you be guilty of murder if you, with good reason, expect your opponent is fighting to kill you so you do it to her first? That meant a girl could become a killer while not becoming a murderer. Wendy worked through all arguments she could think of to try to rationalize what she was required to do.
The laws were not as strict when it came to sports or entertainment. In other more m@instre@m professional sports, athletes died frequently. Broken necks and heart seizures were the most common causes, but the risk of a death, even when it was accidental, was always there. If athletes didn't want to take the chance, there would be no professional sports.
With most organized extreme girl fighting a referee was used to reduce the chance a fighter would be killed in the heat of the moment, but he could never guarantee it wouldn't happen, and sometimes it did. When she thought about how she felt about really badly beating another girl, Wendy figured it would be more like that same feeling if she went the next step and killed her opponent. When she pounded on a downed girl she was just giving the audience the chance to get their rocks off on seeing a nude girl getting it, and it didn't much matter if the girl was conscious or not, except when she was out it wouldn't hurt her until she woke up. Being the one who got the other girl down and then being the one delivering the brut@l and merciless pounding was really a rush for Wendy, and she figured if the girl she was pounding never ever got up in was no sweat off her brow.
Turning off her lights and pulling the plug weren't really that different, and she had to admit she got her own rocks off beating the crap out of an unconscious opponent, one that she had used her superior skill to knock out. She preferred hearing screams every time she pounded a downed girl, but once she was out the rush of punishing the downed body was so up front that whether she could actually feel each blow wasn't that important. From her point of view the stupid bitch had it coming for getting in the cage with her.
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