The Club's intimate fight arena was full to capacity. Heavy cigar smoke filled the room. The guests had just completed a sumptuous dinner, and were now settled into their comfortable seats to view the night's offering, sipping a rich red wine served by the Club's brown-skinned Roosters and MexiChics, nude young Mexican women and men who were the Club's waiters and waitresses. The muscular young men were pumped on Viagra, sporting rigid erections from their cleanly shaved groins, and the gorgeous young Mexican women were pushing big bellies, all of them well into their third trimester of pregnancy, a Club requirement.
As soon as the members were seated Megan and Wendy had come in, wearing their highly erotic outfits, and were given elevated stools on either side of the cage from which they could view the preliminary bouts while the members could admire them before their terminal fight. From her position Wendy could see the audience, and was surprised that there were so many women present. Usually there were a few regulars, but of course she realized she had never seen an ultimate fight. It seemed that women were much more interested in seeing a girl kill another girl for their entertainment than just to see them hurting each other.
Some of the wives of wealthy Americans and Mexicans worked hard to appear disapproving of the evening's proceedings, but the fact they were here spoke volumes. A few of the men, instead of bringing their wives, brought with them young escorts, who looked appropriately interested and enthused with the extreme brut@lity while barely concealing their shock as the evening progressed. Wendy picked out a couple of these who were apparently more experienced, having been invited along before, and they looked genuinely interested. She guessed that this extremely high risk sport for the participants with a guaranteed kill for the audience was an acquired taste, and expected that escorts there for the first time, once they had more experience, would acquire it.
The first event was an amusing competition between two mature American women in their mid-thirties. It was an abrasion contest. Wendy had seen one of these at Pancho's Cantina where she had first fought, but that one was between a couple of overweight Mexican prostitutes, who had only agreed to the damaging event after being given a great deal of free booze before the bout. It took no fighting skill, just the ability to move your hips in a rapid fucking motion. The Mexican doctor also did some work for Pancho's Cantina and Punch Barn, and he had come up with the clever concept. It was a simple way to inflict a lot of pain, produce blood, and give the appearance of fighting skill when there was none.
One of the brown-skinned women had been so drunk the other won easily, doing considerable abrasive damage to her fat opponent. It was the worst, most injuring fight Wendy had ever seen, and she was glad there had been no more of those. That doctor was quite diabolical, and she was glad she wasn't asked to be in a contest like that one.
Like the girls in the Mexican bout Wendy had seen, the beautiful and very fit blonde and redheaded women had grown a 6-day stubble on their shaved pussies, and then a metal spray was applied, giving them the equivalent of a fine wire brush on their pubic mounds. The fight started quickly, with the women remaining on their feet as they got their groins against each other, quickly producing abrasions and bleeding. When they got into a grip with their groin pressed against the opponent's face, breasts or body they commenced an aggressive fucking action, bucking their hips wildly and scraping skin off their opponent, producing incredible pain and also appropriate screams. The two beautiful women were in very good shape and were well matched. They fight went on and on, with each doing considerable damage to the other, clearing large areas of skin from each other's body and then painfully scraping exposed muscle. The audience loved the brut@lity of the action and the piercing screams the two gorgeous women produced.
Wendy got to see her first incidence of gouging in this fight. The redhead had a firm grasp on the head of the blonde who she had got down and sat upon, humping her hips furiously against the blonde's side. One thumb was firmly planted in a nostril, enlarging and distorting the beautiful nose, while the other dug at the corner of the screaming blonde's mouth, when suddenly her hand slipped upward and the thumb, moistened by the blonde's saliva, plunged against the bridge of her nose and sunk into the socket beside the bitch's right eye.
With a jerk she plucked the eyeball out so that it dangled from the black hole it had occupied, swinging obscenely against the owner's cheek. It was the most bizarre fight Wendy had ever witnessed, and she had a front row seat from her elevated stool, where she sat on display, awaiting the fight in which she was required to kill that pretty bitch Megan.
A winner was finally declared when neither of the nudes was able to continue because of the severity of the punishing damage they had endured and given each other. The Mexican doctor had his work cut out for him with the damage these two had done to each other. The fat Mexican ladies had been hauled away from the Cantina fight cage in the doctor's hearse. It looked like the Mexicans didn't use ambulances for injured people. She wondered if he took them to a hospital or if he had a private clinic somewhere.
The two American nudes lay writhing in unbelievable agony on the marble floor of the cage, half skinned and both clearly defeated. Naming a winner was necessary to make payouts possible for those Club members who had placed bets. Megan was asked her opinion and she immediately gave it. The bout had been so close the deciding factor was the plucked eye, so Megan awarded the win to the redhead. Knowing they would not be wearing gloves in their fight, Wendy made note to keep clear of the bitch's thumbs when they had their turn in the big extreme fight cage.
During the following intermission a pair of 18-year-old girls came into the room. Wendy had seen both of them fighting at Pancho's Cantina a couple of years ago when she had started work there. These girls would have been just sixteen back then. At that age they wore shorts and t shirts. Now those were missing. One of the girls was a blonde Nordic type, with pale clear skin. The other was a dark brunette, with some pigment to her skin, appearing to have Hispanic or perhaps Italian roots. They entered wearing only high-heeled shoes and a small tight boxing glove on their right hand. Their left arm was bent severely back behind them and bent just as severely upward, with a tight leather cuff on their wrist linked to a leather collar around their neck. This was going to be a handicap bout.
As they moved forward Wendy got a better look. The severe constraint of their left arm forced them to lean slightly forward, allowing their skillfully enhanced breasts to hang forward and swing freely with each step. The surgeon had done an impressive job, making their big mammaries look perfectly natural. Wendy made a note to ask for breast enlargement when she next saw him. Suddenly she saw something that was startling. Each of the teenagers had a 6-inch diameter iron ring, ¾ inch thick, permanently pierced through her groin, entering into her vagina and coming out through her rectum! Their butt-hole and cunt were joined. She realized that the amazing Phoenix surgeon was an outstandingly creative man.
The teen girls smiled as they walked through the stands as Wendy and Megan had been instructed to do when their turn came, amicably chatting with the seated members who admired and commented on their solidly placed rings and impressive breasts. There was no way they were going to grab the opponent's ring with those boxing gloves that severely restricted use of the thumb, unless they could drive their whole arm through the ring. It was clear that they were going to fight some kind of a boxing match, but how and with what objective remained unclear. The members would likely have seen this kind of bout before, so would know what to expect, but for Wendy and Megan it was a real mystery. Or maybe this was new for the members too. After all, this was her first time here for a special event, so what did she know?
After they had visited each guest the beautiful restrained nude teens moved toward the fight cage. A handler entered with them, and the quiet whirr of electric motors caused everyone to look up. Through the curved top bars a pair of heavy chains dropped from the ceiling into the cage, about two feet apart. On the end of each was a large iron hook. The chains stopped descending when the hooks were a couple of feet off the marble floor. The handler placed each hook into the groin-ring of each teen, held the chains up, taking up the slack, and signaled for the motor operator to raise the hooks.
The big chains began to lift, and when the slack was taken up the handler released them. He stood between the girls and grasped their hair, so that when their groins were lifted high enough to take their feet off the floor they would not swing and crack their skulls on the marble. A sharp squeal of distress came from each of the girls when the chains started to take their weight. The band of muscle between their vagina and anus was not designed to carry their entire weight, but the surgeon had, with a few mature fighters ready for retirement provided to him so that he could experiment, determined how to do it so that it was just sufficient to do it, at least for long enough to conduct a fight. Wendy cringed as she realized how much this must hurt the beautiful teens.
Once the ladies dangled upside down the handler moved out of the fight cage, locking the door as a matter of habit; these inverted suspended young ladies were incapable of escape. There was no chance that they would. The chains continued to pull them upward, swinging upside down in very close proximity to each other, until finally it stopped when their heads, the lowest part of their bodies, were ten feet above the marble floor. The girls used their legs against the chains and each other's legs to keep facing each other. They appeared to be awaiting a signal from somewhere to begin, but none came.
Suddenly the brunette swung, striking the blonde with a heavy blow on the cheekbone. What tempered the power of her blow was the law of reciprocity. Her body swung in the opposite direction with exactly the energy she put into the blow, cutting in half the effectiveness of her swing. The blonde swung back, striking an exposed breast, but in that move learned the same lesson. The ladies adjusted, tested, and then while kicking their legs in countermovement, began flailing with their single free fist at each other.
Like in the earlier match, the level of screaming was ear-splitting as the two beauties in their late teens, dangling by huge rings violating both their vaginas and anuses, kicked and punched with all their might. One by one their shoes fell, until they were both barefoot. The audience was excited to see their weight on the big rings stretching their groin meat severely, while stretching and distorting both their vaginas and rectums. They were a remarkable sight. It was clear that both screaming girls were at risk of the acutely strained groin muscle failing, which would bring a catastrophic result.
The crotch-suspended teens were getting in much more effective blows as they learned to adjust to the counter-movement, the result of swinging freely. Because they were hanging so close to each other they were able to get in heavy punches to much of their opponent's body, and by timing their swing to the movement of their foe they could get in some great shots to the back, giving particular attention to the k i dneys. Through years of experience at extreme fighting they both knew that with some great k i dney punches they could cause their opponent to urinate, and that their urine would be quite red if their brut@l k i dney punches were effective. The bleeding meant they were successful in bruising the large twin organs, which translated into putting their opponent out of the picture for weeks, a primary objective in extreme fighting between women.
The brunette was using her incredible legs to try to maneuver the blonde to get her turned, and in the process took some of her weight off the enormous ring in her crotch supporting her. She was not a rocket scientist, a brain surgeon nor an engineer, but she was clever enough to realize that the weight she took off her own ring was at the cost of her weight being added to big the ring in her opponent's crotch.
The fight was quite advanced by this time, and not only were both of the girls badly bruised and scr@ped by glancing blows from the purposefully hardened leather of their gloves, but both were producing urine that ran down their tummies and dangling breasts to drip from their nipples, and the warm pi$$ from both cunts was showing more than a little crimson stain.
The blonde spread her fair shapely legs as the brunette dropped her muscular tan legs on either side of the blonde's chain between those spread legs, then she startled her opponent by climbing her hanging body, until she could grasp her chain and pull herself upright. This move amazed both her opponent and the audience, as it displayed a great deal of upper body strength due to the use of only her legs and her one free arm.
Now he blonde bore the weight of them both, drastically stretching the slender strip of tough meat holding the hook. She was applying twice the weight the heavy body piercing had been meant to support. In truth the design of the piercing was that the weight now being applied would cause the piercing of female groin flesh to fail, as it had in the experiments.
Shifting so that she now kept a firm grip on the blonde's chain, the brunette started to do he unthinkable. She commenced a bouncing action, greatly increasing the stress on the helpless blonde's excessively strained groin. The blonde attempted to twist and raise her torso to extract herself from the extremely painful as well as highly dangerous situation, and she received a hard-kicked heel in her face for her trouble. The kick was so hard it cracked her cheekbone, and blood began to trickle from her nose.
The brunette increased the frequency and amplitude of her bouncing, bringing tortured screams from her mount with each jolt. The blonde threw her head back, screaming at the top of her lungs and the muscle between her vagina and anus suddenly failed, ripping the big ring free. She dropped like a stone, crushing the left rear side of her skull and snapping her neck as she fell in a heap, her big pale breasts bulging obscenely and the newly created single hole in her crotch presented to the audience.
Above her, the brunette, who had planned to remove the blonde from the competition the hard way, held the blonde's bloody ring in her one free hand to support her upper body while the ring in her groin held the remainder of her weight. She was sobbing in relief and guilt. Her performance had been both intentional and sadistic, but she had been at extreme risk as was her opponent, and the relief of her victory was overwhelming. As focused as she was in the struggle, and as fixed as she was on completing the killing of her opponent, her emotions had taken over now that it was over.
The motor started again, and the chains lowered her slowly to the marble floor where the carcass of her opponent lay obscenely sprawled. Wendy noticed that the new opening in the dead blonde girl's crotch was permitting a curl of intestine to slide slowly out, driven by her carcass settling. The creative American surgeon's simple but elegant piercing design had worked perfectly, ensuring the outcome the audience had thoroughly enjoyed. 'No wonder they didn't let us see these fights!' Wendy thought to herself. 'We'd either be masturbating all night or sh!tting ourselves in our beds!'
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