No Limits Part 9
by Regis
The fight took a new turn when Megan's lash was off the mark, too deep because of an unexpected move forward of Wendy's thrust hips. One prong entered Wendy's open rectum, and the hook snagged the implanted rubber ring that produced the permanently gaping sphincter. The barb did its vicious work, and Megan was unable to get her weapon unstuck, causing her to release it when Wendy caught her with a ripping blow across her left cheek. Now Wendy had one hooked weapon grasped in her fist, and another dangling in her crotch from her hooked rectum.
Wendy took immediate advantage of having her opponent disarmed, and struck at her legs, ripping gashes on the beautiful calves with the vicious hooks. The handlers allowed the damaging action because there was nothing about this organization where fairness counted. It was all about gaining and capitalizing on advantage, and this was a classic example. Megan danced in her high heels, desperately attempting to avoid the malicious blows against which she had no defense.
Wendy was inspired to do unusual damage to the disadvantaged nude nigress, and slashed at her lower leg. With a skilled and perfectly timed jerk on the handle of her crude weapon, she dug one of the prongs into the leg above the heel, catching it behind the Achilles tendon. Once the hook was seated she jerked the handle again, painfully pulling Megan off her feet. From now on standing on that foot would be incredibly painful for the beautiful nigress.
The handlers now pulled their cords connected to the improvised weapons. One jerked the weapon out of Wendy's hand while the other reeled her in, drawing her across the floor to the bars where he could release the weapon lodged in her anus. The handler made it a point to snag the barb in a way that would tear her rectal meat as he ripped the hooked prong out of her. The other handler dragged Megan across the floor until he could reach and jerk the barbed prong of the hook out of her ankle. Megan got to her feet and as Wendy had known, found it incredibly painful to put her weight on the injured ankle.
The first phase of the feature death fight was over as the two girls were now nude, with the exception of Megan's high-heeled shoes, and both were bleeding beautifully. Both girls had lots of energy remaining, and the audience knew they were in for much more damage being done to both before one of them triumphed, putting the other mercilessly to death for their enjoyment.
The second phase of the battle to oblivion was free form, which meant the girls could apply whatever means they wished to inflict devastating harm to the other. Nobody expected to see a kill right away, but in this sport everything was possible. Neither had used her brass knuckles yet, but that was coming up right away, because both had great punching power, and everyone was certain they would put their fists into play immediately.
Instead they went into a grapple, each holding the other's upper body firmly, and both began driving their knees repeatedly into the other's cunt, producing anything from a grunt to a scream when solid contact was made, which was on almost every blow. With their arms wrapped around each other it was impossible to use their fists with the brass knuckles effectively, but they were making telling blows between the legs, hurting each other immensely with the hammering of the genitals, pounding their knees into the opponent's groin so hard that they were rattling their inner gonads around painfully, adding to the incredible hurt on the surface at point of contact.
Megan finally got an arm free, and drove her fist into the side of Wendy's head, splitting the back edge of her ear, drawing blood with her first punch. That perfectly placed blow also rang the bell, and Wendy saw stars for an instant. She retaliated by reaching around Megan's head and grabbing her left ear. With a powerful jerk upward she ripped the ear lobe away from its attachment, producing a fresh source of color for the audience as blood leaked out and down Megan's neck onto her shoulder.
Wendy did not wait for reaction, but drove her fist with a powerful blow to Megan's cheek, and a counter-punch to her jaw, cracking the hinge so that the tan young nigress could not close her pretty mouth. Megan moved back just far enough that her next kick to Wendy's cunt was with her shoe, and she drove the toe with its 2-inch thick flared to a 5-inch wide base on the sole deep into the open fuck shaft. She had kicked so hard that half her foot was buried in the enlarged womb, and it was jammed in tight. Her ability to swing was compromised by having to balance on one high heel with her left leg raised into Wendy's groin. Wearing these stable fighting shoes, she was unable to easily get out of them.
Megan's raised leg put her torso almost out of reach, but allowed Wendy to continue her painful kicks to the now battered, swollen and visibly distressed cunt. This attack was no mean feat, with a large shoe jammed into her own organ. Wendy suddenly changed her tactic. Megan's beautiful raised leg was slightly bent, with the narrow kneecap standing high, making this element of female beauty extremely vulnerable.
Wendy began to use her brass knuckles on the beautiful raised knee, pounding the lovely kneecap from the sides, with pain-inducing uppercuts and brut@l blows delivered directly on top, aimed at either crushing or unseating the bone cap. Her concentrated effort brought her head forward and she paid the price, taking brass knuckles to her cheeks, the top of her head and forehead. Megan's awkward position and painful beating she was taking to her unprotected knee substantially reduced the effectiveness of her punches, which possibly saved Wendy's life, at least for the moment.
When Wendy raised her head Megan couldn't resist the temptation, and took a powerful swing at the offered and unprotected jaw. Wendy parried by raising a fist in time to block the blow, rendering it harmless. The scope of the swing caused Megan to lose her one-leg balance, and she fell onto her side. The shock of hitting the floor jarred the cunt-stuck shoe loose, and Wendy immediately dropped onto her fallen foe. Blood gushed from her wounded cunt, but quickly reduced to a trickle, which was smeared onto Megan's belly onto which Wendy's organ was firmly pressed.
Megan was momentarily winded from the effort of fighting while on one leg and from the fall. She raised her arms to protect her head, exposing her sides. Wendy's coach had taught her the muscles that give power to punches cross the ribs, and those became her target. The added advantage to pounding the girl's sides caused an audible popping and cracking of some ribs. One powerful punch split a rib so drastically that the broken perforated her side, sticking out. This damage would reduce her opponent's ability to breath. Megan's arms came down, and she took a couple of brut@l blows to the head as a direct result.
In a burst of energy driven by panic, Megan heaved, twisted left and right, then abruptly sat up, causing Wendy to fall onto her back, striking her head on the marble floor of the cage. For a second time she saw stars, and this time she also felt dizzy. Megan grabbed Wendy's breasts and squeezed hard, digging her finger and thumbnails into the tender fatty girl meat until Wendy screamed and blood oozed from the deep punctures her nails had caused.
Wendy had fallen back between Megan's legs, but was not straddled by her. She got her own shapely legs up and wrapped them around Megan's neck, pulling her head back as far as she could. Her ankles crossed below Megan's broken jaw, putting painful pressure on it. She began pounding her fists into Megan's stretched stomach, causing bleeding lacerations with the brass knuckles. She also pounded the brown breasts, moving her punches around so that Megan had no idea where they would fall.
Inspired by her advantage, she squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, increasing the stretch to the bent torso, and with all her strength she thrust her right thumb into Megan's navel, pushing so hard it burst through into her gut-pack. Pulling to the right as hard as she could, she was able to thrust her left thumb in beside the other, and pull the tight tan dimple into a three-inch wide hole, through which the beautiful nigress’s pink viscera were visible.
Megan's legs came up, and caught Wendy's neck in a similar hold. She grabbed Wendy's wrists and pulled the invasive thumbs out of her grossly distended navel. As startling as the move Wendy had made proved to be, it produced only enough blood to outline her umbilical dimple, with a single trickle running only half way down to her hairless vagina. They maintained the bizarre neck-hold on each other with their ankles, and while Megan pounded her fists into Wendy's tummy, she grabbed Megan's side with her left hand and got her right thumb back into the opening she had created.
With a burst of screaming approval from the audience, she dug out a small loop of the tight pack of Megan's small intestine. Megan jerked back, and clambered to her feet. She almost collapsed from the fresh burst of pain she experienced by butting weight on the battered knee. Wendy hung on to the loop of intestine, and Megan's backward movement caused more of the gut sausage to be pulled out through her opened belly button, so that when she had backed up eight feet there was a total of sixt€€n feet of her viscera that emerged through the rude new opening. This unexpected extraction of her intestines reduced the t€€nager's girth, but also put her at risk. It was very dangerous to have gut pulled out, because of the problems in returning it to its home.
Megan grabbed her own warm gut and jerked on it to get it out of Wendy's grasp. Wendy formed her grip on the membrane tube, determined to keep it extracted. It was slippery, so Megan wrapped it around her wrists and heaved. The result was not what she intended, although the audience was quite happy with the outcome; the end of the loop in Wendy's hand broke as it came out of her grasp, spilling from the break long firm lumps of its dark contents of semi-processed food. Had the offal been spilled inside her it would have severely compromised her internal chemistry. Wendy spotted an opening in the shock registered on Megan's pretty face, and she suddenly dove headlong at her adversary. With her full weight providing unstoppable momentum she caught a suddenly raised defensive knee with her cheek and nose.
This time her bell was rung loud and clear, compounding the shock her brain had taken twice earlier in the bout. She fell to the bloodstained marble floor, her head spinning, with everything out of focus. It seemed to her that she was falling in slow motion, but the contact with the stone floor was a rude smash she could do nothing to prevent. Megan’s raised knee had fractured her cheekbone, collapsed a sinus cavity and crumbled the cartilage in her nose. The forceful impact had also concussed her substantially, although she remained conscious, able to fully experience the massive flash of pain that raged through her head.
Megan leaped onto her downed opponent, sitting on Wendy's breasts with her back to the badly damaged face. She had heard of the way her blonde white foe had hurt other girls deep inside them, pounding her fists into their cunts with such sustained fury that she badly damaged their gonads deep inside them. Many of the girls had hurt from that experience for months afterward, and for some the internal pain would never fade away. She wanted to give the brut@l blonde beauty what she had so viciously and sadistically imposed upon so many other young girls in the cage, depriving them of their virility by doing such severe internal damage she effectively castrated them.
Her fists pounded the artificially enlarged and opened female organ before her with all her might, and she could feel the internal impact with her cunt pressed between Wendy's flattened breasts. Wendy grabbed Megan's thighs, pulling herself upward as Megan raised her buttocks to apply more power to the incredibly violent pounding to the open cunt. By lifting herself up, Megan inadvertently exposed her groin.
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No Limits Part 10 (conclusion)
by Regis
Wendy suddenly thrust her head forward, and opening her mouth wide, sunk her teeth into the tender meat around Megan's rectum, drawing the tight sphincter muscle into her mouth. The shock waves raging up through her body from the horrendous cunt-pounding she was taking caused more extreme power to her retaliation, and her jaw clamped tight as she jerked her head backward, and amazed the audience by biting through the tough flesh and removing the nigress girl's anus, and with it extracted a length of her colon!
Wendy spit out the anus with the thick tube of her colon attached, and what people saw resembled a squirming eel emerging from the devastated brown crotch. She grabbed it with both hands as Megan leaped to her feet, so that it not only pulled out much further, but one of the 8-foot tubes dangling from her navel was retracted, and the entire section, 12-feet in total length, was pulled free through the bleeding hole where her demolished rectum had been.
To compound her problems, Megan's badly hammered left knee folded, which was further injured by simply using it in her stressed fighting movement, and now it was not able to support her weight. She went down to her knees, screaming with the jolt on impact, and Wendy lashed her with her own gut, swinging the extracted viscera like a whip, causing more of her offal to fly out from the ripped end. Wendy dropped the 12-foot long human whip and sat down, exhausted, taking a moment to recharge her batteries after the intense fighting. Megan was down, and she was gathering energy to make her final assault on the brown bitch. Both girls were severely wounded, and the fight was far from over; although both were more badly damaged than they had ever been, neither of the beautiful nude young ladies in their late t€€ns was near death.
That was about to change. The handlers produced a pair of Ethiopian scimitars with 19-inch sharp curved blades, and slid the exotic weapons across the smooth bloodstained floor of the cage. They made a metallic swishing sound as they sk i dded on the marble, and stopped within reach and in view of the girls. Once more they both screamed in horror, shocked at what they were now required to do to each other. This private Mexican club had no limits to what it expected of its young female entertainers. Neither hesitated in grabbing the malicious weapons, knowing that what damage these vicious blades would certainly produce must happen to their opponent, not to them. Wendy knew she would have to carve off meat from the other girl, before she carved meat off her.
This was extreme fighting gone berserk, and these two young girls had progressed to the point they were now fully immersed in the need to do fatal damage to their enemy. These swords they had been given were the instruments that advanced the extreme fight from lethal combat to live bitch butchery, featuring two pretty young high school dropouts determined to render their opponent into dead meat. These young ladies would, in other circumstances, have a wonderful potential future, either as struggling waitresses or, with the right breaks, wealthy call girls, in either case moving their asses to please men, but they had instead been specially selected and developed to excel in the extreme fight cage, bringing them to this moment of wonderfully debauched total excess.
The private American-owned and run Cage Club in Tijuana was having its way with the cooperation of young girls who had move well past the age of innocence when they chose to partake in the violent sport of extreme girl fighting. Now each had the opportunity, the wherewithal and the mandate to reduce her opponent to living butchered girl-meat.
Megan held her short sword high in one hand while she struggled to her feet, pushing herself painfully back to lean against the bars of the confining cage for support. Wendy also got to her feet, gripping the long handle of her exotic weapon in both fists. Both girls had appeared far more fit than they were now, but at this late stage in their draining fight to the death, both showed an amazing degree of both stamina and resolve.
Wendy's face was seriously bloodied and appeared to be completely ruined, but was repairable with early professional medical attention. Her nose was visibly flattened and bleeding, and her fractured cheek swollen and dribbling blood. In addition to their many cuts and lacerations from attacks with the brut@l brass knuckles, both of the damaged nudes were dripping blood from their badly battered cunts, and Megan was bleeding from her ruined rectum as well. Their crimson elixir of life trickled down the inside of their legs, reinforcing the beautiful curves of the young maturing limbs.
Three of the four female legs in the cage were incredible. Even without her high-heeled mules, Wendy's shapely and well-muscled legs were enough to inspire rigid erections, particularly with her beautifully rounded buttocks above them, and the skillfully reshaped cunt in the juncture in front could bring erections to ejaculation. Megan's kneecap was swollen and off-center, and she looked bizarre with the single remaining 8-foot tube of viscera dangling from her perforated navel, and the tail of her distended colon that dangled from between her bare buttocks.
Men and women throughout the well-heeled audience were openly masturbating with the sexually stimulating no limit competition unfolding before them, with the two ferocious young nudes in the cage intent on killing each other. With her mobility seriously compromised, Megan waited anxiously for Wendy to make the first move. She felt incapable of initiating, but was ready to respond to any form of attack from her blonde opponent.
Sensing the advantage she had produced for herself with her fist-work on Megan's swelling knee, Wendy charged at her tan foe, and with a startling figure-8 indefensible swing, slashed her sharp sword horizontally in a vicious blow across Megan's breasts, cutting a rib-deep blood-spurting gash dissecting the brown bitch's melons. The sword was so sharp it dug groves in Megan’s ribs, and a crimson flow streaked downward across her sleek withers as blood oozed out of her severely sliced breasts.
Megan stabbed at Wendy's twisting torso, catching her ribs below the upraised arm and driving it relatively harmlessly through back muscle below the shoulder blade. She jerked it downward, and sliced a 10-ounce raw steak that dangled by a narrow strip of muscle. It was not her sword-arm that was affected by the cut that reduced her ability to lift her left arm above her shoulder. Wendy's sword slashed down across the top of Megan's legs, cutting most deeply into the left with the devastated knee. At the same instant Megan's weapon descended on Wendy's right forearm, cleanly amputating it a few inches below the elbow, and the blonde beauty was suddenly without her weapon. Blood spurted from the fresh stump, splashing onto the light colored marble. Megan stared in disbelief at her severed arm on the floor, the fist still gripping the terrible weapon. In every way she could think of she was now disarmed.
Wendy pitched forward, and with her remaining hand grabbed Megan's gut right against her navel. As she went down to her knees she jerked out three more feet of her tanned opponent's intestine. Rising up as quickly as possible to avoid another blow from the sharp sword, she twisted and launched herself backward, dragging out the remaining viscera, and caused the shocked Megan to drop her sword. Well schooled in taking advantage of every moment, Wendy heaved with all her might until the tan girl's stomach was pulled out through the small hole that had been her navel.
Megan appeared to have a pale football stuck to her tan tummy, with a pink snake of her intestine dangling from the end. She sat down hard, which put her within reach of her dropped sword. Wendy lunged at her, kicking at her head as hard as she could. Megan absorbed a couple of powerful blows, and the second caused her to fall to her right, allowing her to grasp and regain use of her sword. With surprising speed and strength she swung the blade at a rapidly approaching right foot, and cleanly severed it from Wendy's leg just above the ankle.
As Wendy pitched backward Megan swiftly and accurately drove the weapon directly up into Wendy's gaping cunt. The tip emerged through her tight tummy, splitting it open two inches to the right of her navel. The fight was not making survivability likely for either of the nude t€€ns, but Wendy was now feeling particularly disadvantaged. She desperately and violently kicked upward at Megan's fractured jaw, splitting teeth with her heel and completely dislocating the tan girl's jawbone from its hinges.
Megan jerked the sword half out of her enemy's cunt, twisted it to a new angle, and then thrust the curved blade in again. It was critical she end her whitey opponent's ability to hurt her before she lost consciousness. She rapidly repeated this horrific sword-plunging strategy, slicing Wendy's internal organs and viscera so severely that when she jerked the sword out completely it was followed by a gush of diced pieces of organ stew.
Wendy was by now well beyond the point of resisting any further attack, and her torso and limbs pitched and shuddered violently as her body rapidly succumbed to her total internal demolition. Megan surveyed the horrific carnage in the fight cage, glanced at the cheering crowd, then put the tip of her sword to her ruined left breast and thrust it in with all her might. It took three attempts before the sharp steel blade found its way between her damaged ribs; on the third heave the blade plunged into her chest, scr@ped a lung and found her heart, splitting the rapidly pounding organ wide open, spilling the elixir of life and bringing its vital function to an abrupt halt.
The two 21-year-old girls had been well chosen and prepared, and both had delivered exactly as required, providing great entertainment for the Cage Club's wealthy members and their guests. All was well with the violent sex sports of Tijuana, and two lovely young girls had just raised the bar to an astounding new level.
The Dead End
