Luxurious
By H13
“MORE MORE MORE, HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, HOW DO YOU LIKE IT.”
“Ah, good thing about being in charge is one never has to put phone on vibrate in office.”
Luxana Conrad spun around in her leather chair and grabbed the iPhone off her desk. She had been looking out the window high over Manhattan on a cloudy afternoon, permitting herself a respite from a grueling day. There had been a ton of work to do after she and Roger had gotten back from their three week long honeymoon in the Seychelles, and she was dutifully plowing through her share with her usual good nature and fervor.
It had been a beautiful time, swimming, often naked, in their private villa, eating delicacies, exploring waterfalls, scuba and skin diving...a perfect way to unwind with each other after the whirlwind that had led up to their wedding. Luxana had taken a “hands on” approach to wedding planning, leaving Roger to make most of the business decisions for Inferwebz for the last month. But it had gone off without a hitch. She had brought everybody together: All her family and friends from home, even though poor Alexandria and Lesia did NOT like flying one bit. Aleeyah had flown in from Paris, taking time from her busy modeling schedule. Luxana had also flown some of her friends from Las Vegas in as well. She was very pleasantly surprised when they all meshed nicely with Roger’s small family. Seeing the 68 year old Doris Conrad dancing with Alexandria had made her heart glow, and seeing little Sasha, full of liquid courage, corral Roger’s young nephew had put an even bigger smile on her face than her own vows. It was truly a wondrous occasion and everybody agreed it was one of the best and most love filled weddings they had seen.
They had even gotten a wedding gift from Monique, of all people, and an invite to dine at the restaurant she had opened, to considerable success, in ole Lost Wages. Luxana supposed a hundred grand did a lot to heal old wounds.
But now it was time to get back to work, the business of being Mrs. Conrad, President of Inferwebz, and in her private life, the business of producing little Conrads.
She had been concerned that the physical punishment she had been subjected to had damaged her to the point where she couldn’t carry a child, but Pasha assured her that her feminine equipment was in sold working order.
In fact she was half hoping the phone call was Pash telling her she was pregnant, but she knew that was foolish, she was being as a little girl in her giddy joy.
The number definitely wasn’t Pasha, in fact to her surprise it was from Chuck Dunlap. She hadn’t heard a peep out of the private detective she had hired to look for Rita in several months. Her redheaded old friend had proved to be one elusive girl.
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“Hello”
“Luxana! Hey, this is Chuck, sorry I haven’t been in touch girl, congrats on your nuptials by the way!”
“Thank you Chuck, it was wonderful. I take it you are not calling to discuss my wedding dress though.”
“No way babe, hey listen, you should come up by my office when you have a chance. I got some things to run by you.”
“Oh…OH! Well, this is interesting indeed. Are you free tonight Chuck?”
“I’m never free girl, but you’re the one paying me, so you got me whenever you can make it up here.”
“How about 9?”
“Sounds like a date, you gonna bring your man with you?”
“Probably, if you don’t mind.”
“Never a problem, just making sure the crackheads out front don’t freak out seeing a white dude up in Harlem that time of night.”
Luxana laughed. “Excellent, tell them we do not carry cash. Thank you Chuck, I am so glad to be hearing from you.”
“Right on sister. I’m glad to be calling, see you at 9.”
Luxana hung up and turned back over to the window.
“Rita…whatever has happened to you…”
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Luxana had always regretted losing touch with her old friend. After all, it was Rita’s friends out in Vegas who had been key in the chain of events that led to the life she had now. True, Frankie DeNicotta was no saint, just a good pimp, and he treated his girls well enough, everybody got paid and paid well, and everybody was happy.
But Luxana also supposed Rita was too mercurial to be the high fashion model which she had once aspired, unlike the more grounded Aleeyah, who had taken her opportunity and run with it.
No, the beautiful redhead’s streak of self destruction had claimed her career before it had even gotten a chance to start. Too many nights partying and her broken heroin chic look had become all too real. She had finally flamed out by losing it on a photographer who had told her to move more than she felt like and had been vocally criticizing her appearance and attitude.
Luxana understood how she felt. Minus one cokeheaded beaten bitch it echoed her own exit from modeling.
But Rita had opted to stay in New York and soon she had descended into a pit of drugs and alcohol. After a while, her trail went cold. Luxana herself hadn’t heard from her since about five months before she met Roger. Her old friend had sounded beaten and lost on the phone call, slurring her words and taking far too long to respond to Luxana’s questions. The next time Luxana tried the number, she received a cold, impersonal “The customer you are trying to call...” message.
So when Luxana had gotten back into New York, she made an honest effort to find her old companion. She was determined to track her down, Rita had saved Luxana’s ass when she most needed it, and the brunette beauty figured she owed her one. Luxana knew even if she did find her, Rita might not want to be found or want help.
But Luxana just had to know.
So she had hired a detective to track her down. Chuck had come recommended by Sid, her and Roger’s attorney. Standing 6’4” of solid muscle, the ex Green Beret had been plying his trade out of his Harlem office/apartment for a decade. He had a well earned rep as a man who had contacts all over the place, wasn’t afraid to get dirty and sniff the streets, and had a dogged determination to get the job done. Luxana had gone to see him after she and Roger had gotten back from Europe. After seeing Aleeyah and then all her childhood friends, she had really gotten the itch to just KNOW what had happened to Rita, even if it turned out to be the worst case scenario. Chuck had sat her down in his kitchen and she and Roger had some coffee with him and his wife Evelyn. He had assured her that he’d come through for her and find Rita.
“It don’t matter to me if she’s in the Yukon, girl. You put Chuck Dunlop on the case and I’ll turn over every Eskimo up there to find her. Now Luxana, I gotta tell you, it might not be pleasant. Are you SURE you’re prepared to deal with this no matter what?”
Luxana had exchanged a look with Roger that was filled with meaning and looked the big man straight in the eye. “I am tougher inside than I look on the outside Mr. Dunlop. I can deal with whatever becomes of this. I just have to know.”
He raised his eyebrow and sipped his coffee. “You know, my bad, I do believe I’m probably not the first person who underestimated you. Am I?”
She grinned and said “I’ve fooled many, many people. Do not feel bad.”
Roger nodded and said “Yep, she’s our pit bull in high heels. But for this, we need help Chuck. Will you take the job and find Rita?”
The huge man didn’t even hesitate. “You bet your ass I will. Now, tell me everything you know about this woman, and let’s discuss a brother’s fee.”
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The cab pulled up and dropped them off on 123rd Street. It was a chilly night, and even on the quick walk from the curb to the front door, they had to pull their coats up to shield themselves from the whipping wind. There were a few people going about their business out and about, but on the whole Harlem was quiet this night. They rang the bell for Chuck’s apartment and waited in the chill.
“You ready for this baby?” Roger held her hand in his and looked in her eyes.
She exhaled/sighed and said “Yes, I miss her. I must know and I am ready.”
“That my Ukrainian homegirl and her man?” the booming voice crackled from the intercom.
“Yes Chuck, it is us, buzz up please, the night is cold.”
The door unlocked with a metallic *CLACK* and they entered the building. Chuck had the entire third floor to himself, so they made their way up the large staircase and knocked on his door.
Evelyn answered the door; she was a dark skinned woman who wore a perpetual smile and was a perpetually cooking for her husband. Luxana recognized a lot of her own mother in the woman, her own father and brother were both big men who required a lot of fuel to power their nonstop energy.
“Oh come in! Mr. and Mrs. Conrad, it is SO nice to see you again! Have you two eaten tonight? Please, come back and set yourselves down, I got a wonderful gumbo cookin away, red beans and rice, and some nice baked bread CHARLES, OUR COMPANY IS HERE!” and she led Luxana and Roger to the large kitchen and dining are in the middle of the apartment. Evelyn wasn’t going to give them a chance to do anything else but, so they dutifully took a chair at the table. Two bowls and a small place were on the placemats in front of them. Roger was grateful he had thought ahead and saved his appetite.
For a large man Chuck Dunlop moved into the room with a certain smooth grace. It made you realize that under that frame was a former Beret. One had, Roger supposed, to be graceful just to be a big man and still navigate through any of the cramped labyrinths that made up New York apartments.
“Good evening! Luxana, my lovely Ukrainian sister, Roger, the man with the plan!” and he swept them in turn up from their chairs into a big bearhug. He kissed his wife on the top of her head and said “Evelyn, you sit down and eat with us, do the cleanin up while I talk to these nice people in the office.” He turned his attention back to Roger and Luxana after he had settled himself into the seat with his back to the window. “So welcome back, it’s good to have you. Like I said if you don’t mind we can discuss business after we have a spot to eat. You know Evelyn wouldn’t give us a chance to talk otherwise.”
“Now Charles…” she warned as she ladled piping hot gumbo into the bowls in front of them. Chuck reached out and used a long serrated knife to take a big slab from the warm loaf that was already on the table. Luxana and Roger followed suit and when she was done, Evelyn put a large pot of red beans and rice on the table so they could fill their bowls and got herself some bread. She stopped everybody for a quick prayer before they ate,
They discussed the issues of the day over their meal: the Mayor’s new taxes, the various financial crises’, the various lunacies of the fringes both right and left.
Conversation was easy and smooth, the sign of those who respected the opinions of their companions.
After two huge bowls of the skillfully flavored gumbo, Chuck pushed his chair back from the table, stood, stretched and patted his big stomach.
“Baby, as usual that was a magnificent meal. I never had better at any place in Nawleans.”
Evelyn “pshaw”-ed her husband and said “Oh Charles, you’d say that no matter what I put out. Now you folks go do whatever you gotta do and I’ll clean up out here.”
“It was truly delicious Evelyn, you do us honor to serve us so.” Luxana replied.
“She isn’t kidding Evelyn. I agree with Chuck I’ve never had any better in the Easy itself.”
He turned to Chuck and said “shall we? Hey by chance do you have any of those cigars from the last time?”
“Oh yeah, oh yeah, and I can do ya one better. I got a new fresh box in last week that you’re gonna LOVE!” and he led Luxana and Roger back down a long hallway, stopping to make a left turn into his office area.
Chuck’s office was well appointed. His walls were lined with rows and rows of all sorts of books, mostly law, military history and tactics and philosophy. His desk sat in the back left corner, it had two comfortable looking chairs sitting in front.
“Sit yourself down. I gotta get this set up.” And he ushered Roger and Luxana into their chairs. He maneuvered a nineteen inch television into the space between his desk and the wall and eased his way into the big leather chair behind his desk.
He turned to face them and said “So. Rita O’Leary…”
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“Rita O’Leary. Born in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn. Parents, Michael and Camilla O’Leary. Date of birth, March 12th. A man never reveals a lady’s age, but Luxana, you know she’s the same as yourself. Started modeling at 16, graduated Prospect Heights High School for Girls at 17. 3.1 GPA. At nineteen, Miss O’Leary entered an open call out for DMT Modeling in Manhattan. Out of three thousand applicants, she wins a contract with DMT. Over the next three years she appears in campaigns for Dioage, Marlcet, Banniond, and Corppani. In 2005, during a shoot for L’Prowl Cosmetics, Miss O’Leary punches photographer Stanley Puzlowski in the face, kicks him in the groin and smashes his camera. As a consequence, Rita loses her modeling contract. This part of the story, I’m sure you knew Luxana. Now, after that, our girl gets a bit problemic.”
“I am knowing I last spoke to her in April, 2007. She told me she was living on the lower east side.”
“Yes. You are correct Luxana. I discovered she was living in Chinatown, over by Broadway and Henry. Then, in July 2007, Rita is arrested for possession of heroin and resisting arrest. Apparently she started a brawl in a nightclub, and when they came to break it up, she punched a cop. They searched her and found two grams of china white in her purse. Now, you’d normally think you’d get in trouble for something like this, but our girl was bailed out of jail by somebody named Antonio Fiorentino and the matter was quietly dropped. Name ring any bells?”
Luxana shook her head, puzzled.
“I’d be shocked if it did. But a bit of digging tells me Tony Fiorentino is a lower level associate of a gentleman named Jason Mahlhausen. Now, Jason Mahlhausen is mixed up in all kinds of serious shit. Drugs, prostitution, gambling…the man dresses like a player and rolls like a sophisticate, but he loves to work on the seedy side, and one of his modus operandi is to get young women all kinds of hooked on whatever: heroin, oxycontin, and then once he has them, he owns them. They become his playthings.”
“I know the type.” Luxana said with a snarl. She knew she was lucky in Las Vegas, the people Rita herself had set her up with were criminals, but for pimps they treated their girls like humans. That’s why they worked the high end of the escort industry. But other working girls Luxana had met had far more savage task masters, and they were kept like chattels, dead eyed and passionless.
“Now, at this point, Miss O’Leary more or less ceases to exist. No rental records, no police records, no tax returns, no paperwork of any kind, no action even on her social security number. 4 years of nothing. Not here, not anywhere in the country. So, a man had to do some digging and some legwork, talk to a few very unsavory characters. Well, I came up with an address in Midtown that people told me Mahlhausen is affiliated with and some real invite only shit was going down. So naturally, yours truly gets his black ass invited there to take a look-see. Well, thanks to the wonders of modern technology, this is what I saw…”
The screen flickered to life, and after a second of picture adjustment, a dim and dingy room came into focus. The camera was looking down onto what appeared to be a ring with a mat stained and splotched with dark patches. There were dozens of people watching what was going on there, all of them screaming and cheering. In the ring, Roger and Luxana made out the forms of two women. One woman, a dark complexioned brunette wearing a zebra print thong, knee high socks in a zebra print and nothing else, was punching and kicking the other, an evidently taller woman who was hanging in the corner by her arms. The brunette was sending savage right hands to the side of the woman’s head, and alternating that with hard knee strikes to the woman’s crotch. The sound was grainy, and the crowd was loud, but you could still hear the brunette woman screaming in exertion with each strike. The other form made no sounds the camera could pick up.
As the woman who was trapped in the corner crumpled to the mat and tried to grab herself, her opponent turned and strutted for the crowd, throwing her hands in the air. Roger could see she was very attractive, a mixture of asian and western features. Her hair was more black then brown and she had decent sized but not overly large breasts. She was yelling something out to the spectators and Roger made out “I’m going to fuck this slut up, get up and cheer motherfuckers!”
The other woman had made it to her feet and was leaning in the corner, breathing heavily. She was wearing a red bottom and matching socks. She lifted her face towards where Chuck had been sitting with his recording device.
Roger heard his wife’s sharp intake of breath.
“Oh my God, Roger, look!”
The woman’s thin face was bathed in sweat. She shook her head, probably to clear the cobwebs, and Roger could see long bright red hair flare out and then come to rest, framing her face and falling down to the tops of her small breasts.
“Is that…” he started.
“I would be knowing her anywhere Roger. That’s Rita.”
They stared at one another for a moment, then turned their attention back to the screen.
The Asiatic woman in the zebra print had launched herself at the redhead lolling in the corner feet first. The redhead read the move, and at the last minute, she moved out of the way and her opponent connected crotch first with nothing more than the metal post that held the ring ropes taut. You could clearly hear the woman scream in agony, and she fell backwards, her legs tangling in the top two ropes.
The redhead wasted no time. She dove backwards with her elbow extended, driving it into the face of the defenseless woman. Again and again she smashed the face of the brunette, who tried in vain to get a grip on the readhead or untangle her own legs. Finally, the brunette just started flopping against the canvas, semiconscious.
The redhead stood over her opponent and starting savagely driving her foot into the woman’s already damaged womanhood. After six or seven stomps, the brunette’s legs became freed and she fell from the ropes to land on the canvas, she rolled on the mat, one hand holding her face, the other her pussy.
But the redhead wasn’t finished with her. She reached down, grabbed the brunette by her ankle, and dragged the woman to the center of the ring. She flipped the brunette onto her stomach and then she leapt into the air, landing with a *smack* on the spine of her opponent.
The redhead was bleeding from a cut above her eye, but she grinned through the rivulets of blood and sweat as she looked directly out into the audience where Chuck had been sitting and she yelled out “HEY, LET’S GET FUCKIN NAKED! RIGHT, YOU FUCKIN LOSER SLUT?”
Luxana’s jaw dropped, hearing the unmistakable voice of her friend for the first time in over five years. Her hand instinctively grasped onto Roger’s, who squeezed back reassuringly.
They stared transfixed at the screen as Rita pulled off the zebra patterned bottoms from the supine woman and threw them into the crowd. The brunette howled in humiliation and tried to crawl away, but Rita had her pinned down tight. She reined in the brunette by her hair, wrapped her left arm around the struggling woman’s throat and started punching the brunette in the back of the head, still holding her long dark hair. The trapped woman struggled onto her side and Rita used the opportunity to wrap her long thin legs around her waist and squeeze tightly. The brunette began to gasp and gag and Rita added to her torment by kicking her red sock clad feet into the brunettes exposed womanhood over and over.
As the brunette turned a shade of blue and spittle ran from her chin, her pained squeals stopped and she just lie in the grasp of her conqueror. Rita kept up for another minute to make sure her opponent was out for good and then unlocked her legs and slowly let her opponent loose from the choke. The Asiatic woman lolled on her back on the mat, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Rita stood above her vanquished opponent, her eyes flared with bloodlust, and she savagely kicked the woman in the tits, and then full in the mouth. The Asiatic woman rolled over onto her stomach as blood poured from her mouth onto the mat.
Still using her feet, Rita kicked the brunette in the kidney and then she reached down and turned the beaten woman to her back by twisting her legs. She spread them and said to the crowd “HEY! LET’S FUCKIN END THIS THING AND GET A FUCKIN DRINK! GOOD NIGHT YOU FUCKIN STUPID BITCH!” She leapt up and delivered a knee straight to the top of the brunette’s pubic mound. As the woman shot up into a sitting position out of reflex, Rita punched her in her bloody mouth with a strong left cross. The brunette collapsed back to the mat and lie still.
Rita laughed and got up, then she reached down and with one hand, pulled at the unconscious woman’s nipple like taffy, and with the other, she pulled upwards on the zebra clad woman’s clit. The devastated brunette didn’t as much as moan.
“HEY REF, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND COUNT THIS BITCH THE FUCK OUT!”
The redheaded victor put her red sock clad foot between the beaten brunette’s tits and counted to ten with the ref.
He raised her hand in victory as a voice rang out to the screaming crowd “YOUR WINNER...RIIIIIIIIIIIIIITA!”
Rita sneered at her foe and wiped the sweat from her brow onto the bloody, battered woman and then she looked almost right in the camera, threw her long sweaty red hair back and strutted from the ring.
The camera feed clicked over to white noise on the video monitor.
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“So”, Chuck turned in his chair to face Luxana and Roger, “have we found Rita O’Leary?”
There were tears streaming down Luxana’s face. It wasn’t the fact that her friend was participating in this blood sport that bothered her so, she was well aware of
Rita’s anger issues and penchant for violence. She also knew that a woman pushed to the brink and then over it by life could descend all too easily into the abyss, and once in the abyss anything was not only possible, but probable. Luxana cried because when her old companion had looked into the camera, Luxana saw absolutely nothing where there used to be either cheerful good humor or bright green fire.
Absolutely nothing.
Rita’s green eyes had been flat and dead, even as she tortured her beaten opponent and played to the crowd. It was like her old friend had been hollowed out and somebody forgot to fill her back up again.
Roger gave her a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. She dried her tears on it for a moment, then quickly recomposed herself and found her own inner steel.
When she looked back at Chuck, her own blue/gray eyes were hard as flint.
“Yes, it is her. I would be knowing Rita as I would my own family. Now, how are we getting her back?”
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“I see where this is going Luxy and I don’t think I like it.” Roger said as their car sped down 7th Avenue towards Central Park.
“I know, and I am not liking it either Roger.” She turned from watching the stores fly by out the tinted glass and looked at her husband.
“I can’t believe I am even thinking of this possibility. Why does it always have to come to the fighting? Oh Rita, why? Am I to put us through this once again? I am sorry Roger, but I am who I am and I do what I know I must.”
“But Roger, you know I cannot just leave her like that without trying to save her.” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “If…if she had been seeing me like that, she would be turning heaven and earth to do something for me. I owe it to her to at least try to see if my old friend is still in there somewhere.”
The three of them had sat and talked for almost an hour after they had watched the video. They had watched it again and again, Luxana studying Rita’s every move and expression, Roger looking into the crowd, at their bloodlust and savage joy at the kill.
Finally, Luxana had come right out and asked the large black man: “Chuck…I would like for us to go to this place, as guests of course. I am thinking from her actions that Rita is fighting there often, and I would like very much to have the chance to try to get to her, to let her see my face. Maybe I can let her know somebody still is caring for her…”
Roger furrowed his brow and Chuck rolled his pen across his sledgehammer-like hands, deep in thought for a minute.
“I suppose I can do that. With these people, money talks and bullshit walks.”
“Money is no object.” Luxana was quick to interject.
“Yeah, I understand that sister.” He leaned back in his chair and took a puff from his cigar both Luxana and Roger leaned forward in theirs, almost in sync. Finally, he said “Ok, I know how I’m gonna approach this. You two just let ole Chuck do his black magic on these motherfuckers. I should be back in touch in a couple weeks. But you two need to both be ready for this. These motherfuckers, they don’t play around.”
“I am ready for anything. I am not for the stopping.” Luxana said, her eyes narrowing to icy pinpricks.
“And I got your back baby. All the way to the end of this, whatever you decide.” Roger nodded at his love. “Chuck, do it, whatever it takes, get us in that place.”
Chuck stood and held out his hand, “Ok, let’s get to work and get your friend back.”
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Back in the limo, Roger took in Luxana with his eyes and nodded his head in a slight tilt. “Baby, if you say you want this and you’re ready for it, you know damn good and well, I’ll do whatever it takes to help you.”
She reached over and held his hand, looking into his eyes. “Just be having my back Roger. If you and Chuck can be making sure I’m ok, I’ll be getting her back. Trust me on this!”
As the car pulled up in front of their building, Roger allowed that he would.
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“BABY YOU KNOW, MY LOVE FOR YOU IS REAL. TAKE ME WHERE YOU WANT TO, AND MY HEART YOU STEAL.”
It was two weeks later and Luxana was staring hard at the laptop monitor when the phone went off. She hated to be disturbed right now, at the tail end of an intricate buyout proposal for a once profitable, but now struggling, data warehousing solutions company. She and Roger liked the programs they had seen in development there and the engineers had a reputation for talent.
But when she saw the number she forgot all about Cidtex and Inferwebz and quickly answered.
“Yes Chuck!”
“Oh yes indeed my lady. Yes indeed. Hey, let me lay some numbers on you.” And he rattled off a date two more weeks ahead and an address. “Meet me there at 8PM, that’s a bar. We’ll get together and make our way over to the festivities.”
Luxana hastily scribbled down the information on a post-it.
“Wonderful Chuck, you are the man, thank you very much!”
“Thank me later. This is just the start homegirl. See you in two weeks.”
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“These two with you?”
The bald white man was every bit as big as Chuck, and his muscles rippled under his tight black shirt. His hands were on his hips and he was looking at Roger and
Luxana with undisguised suspicion.
Luxana returned his gaze coolly, a half smile slid across her face, she put her own hand on her hip and cocked it out to the side. Sensual and aggressive at the same time. Roger’s eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, even in the dark of night. He was expressionless and his gaze went somewhere over the man’s left shoulder, like he wasn’t even there.
“Special guests of Mr. Hyland and myself. Mr. and Mrs. Connor Stratford.” Chuck easily replied. He had arranged this through the same person that had gotten him his “in”, a drunken playboy who liked to talk too much and was eager to share his status as man who had access to places other didn’t on the underbelly of the city. They had decided against using real names as Roger was well known in many seedy social circles from his own playboy days not very long ago. Luxana it was doubted would be known, despite her style and beauty, she was more focused on other things than being a social butterfly. Besides, people at places like this tended to make a point of NOT looking too hard at the people around them.
The huge doorman produced a paper from his back pocket and grunted as he found the appropriate named listed for entry.
“Thanks. Enjoy your night.” He mumbled and opened the door with a rusty shriek that sounded like souls in hell.
Chuck led them down a quick maze of dimly lit hallways made out of old masonry that had been written and pained many times over the years. After a few turns, Luxana and Roger could hear a roar. It grew louder and louder as Chuck led them around more turns. Finally, they came to a metal door marked “PRIVATE. NO ENTRY WITHOUT PERMISSION OF MANAGEMENT”.
Chuck grabbed the latch on the right side of the door and opened it towards him.
They walked into the far corner of a large room in what had been a warehouse. Now the warehouse had black curtains around the edges, screening off what Roger assumed was the “backstage” area but the remaining area was large enough to seat what seemed to be at first glance about 200 people in four sets of bleachers.
There were areas off to the sides where drinks were being served and bets were being taken.
“Chuck, I must have a seat up front when Rita wrestles.” Luxana whispered into his ear.
“Don’t worry sweet thing, ole Chuck has already taken care of that. Let’s wait until this match is over and we’ll find a good seat.”
They all turned their attention to the ring, inside, a small woman who looked Polynesian had a headlock on a girl with platinum blonde hair who was desperately trying to claw at the Polynesian looking girls crotch to get her to release the hold. The other woman was skillfully blocking her hands with her strong thighs. Roger noticed the darker haired girl was dressed in black bikini bottoms and matching knee length black socks. The blonde was in a silver metallic suit and socks as well.
He and Luxana exchanged a look. Luxana raised an eyebrow at him and he returned her look with a smile.
“The one on black is “Alani”. She good. The other one, I don’t think I know her, probably somebody new.” Chuck said quietly enough so only they could hear.
They turned their attention back to the ring, where the blonde had finally gotten a hand through to the woman named Alani’s crotch. The woman in black squealed in pain and said “Oh you like to go for my pussy you blonde slut? Do ya?”
She maneuvered herself to the side of the blonde, still working her headlock, tucking her forearm in under the woman’s throat. Using her leverage, she shoved the girl hard towards the corner where Luxana and Roger were standing. The blonde stumbled, trying to keep her feet as Alani put her weight into her. Her legs tripped over one another though as they got close to the corner. The blonde fell and Alani rode her down, as they hit the mat, Alani drove the blonde’s face into the turnbuckle holding the corner of the ring together. Roger could clearly see there wasn’t much padding to speak of there, and he could clearly hear a “crunch” as the woman’s skull impacted the metal and fabric.
The silver clad blonde dropped to the mat, her eyes rolling back in her head. The metal had opened up a gash over her left eyes and blood was already flowing down the side of her face.
“Oh yeah, you’re used to lying on her back out of it with your legs spread aren’t ya you whore?” Alaini taunted and stood over her victim. She walked around to the front of the dazed girl and grabbed her ankles from the mat. She raised the woman’s silvery sock clad legs and spread them. Playing to the crowd she smiled and said
“COUNT IT OUT!” then she spat towards the woman’s pussy.
The blonde was starting to realize her predicament and Roger clearly heard her gasp out a terrified “please…no!” But her opponent had no mercy and began to slam her heel directly into the woman’s womanhood over and over as the crowd deliriously called out the count. After a solid dozen, Alani let the girl’s legs drop to the mat. The blonde, who Roger could see had hair styled in a bob cut between her ears and shoulders, rolled around in agony in the corner, her hands uselessly grasping at her now destroyed pussy.
Alani grabbed the blonde by her short hair and began to drag her across the ring. The battered woman, far too hurt to protest, just tried to minimize the agony. Roger could see her mouth starting to blubber, her lower lip going up and down. When she had her opponent halfway across the ring, Alani quickly pulled up on the hair in her grasp, uprighting the blonde woman, and like liquid the black clad Polynesian swiveled her hips and pivoted her leg around until it caught the silver clad blonde right on the side of her head, opening up the gash above her left eye further, The blonde sprawled to the mat on her side and rolled over to her back, unmoving.
“They don’t stop these, do they?” Roger murmured to Chuck.
“Nope my man. That dude...” he gestured towards the man in referee’s gear “is only there for the count. There is no submission, no mercy until one woman is pinned or unconscious.”
Roger nodded. “Baby, if I didn’t have complete faith in you…”
Back in the ring, Alani mounted the beaten girl in a schoolgirl pin and, trapping her arms to the side, began to light into her already bloody face with both fists. Roger counted twenty unanswered punches to the face before the woman in black gracefully switched positions and faced the blonde’s feet. From this angle, she made her fists into a double hammer and sent them over and over into the blonde’s belly. This woke up the blonde, who moaned loudly with each punch, then nothing but snuffling sobs.
Finally, Alani stood over the poor woman and sneered down at her, then she grabbed her by the hand and picked the top half of her body from the map, she appeared to think about what to do for a moment, then she smiled and grabbed a handful of bloody blonde hair. Raising the girl further, she suddenly let loose her grip and latched onto the blonde’s well formed bare tits. The blonde woman shook her head back and forth in negation of her reality and wailed as the black clad woman twisted and clawed her boobs, eventually leading the woman back to her feet again. Once on her feet, the short Polynesian girl leaned back and PULLED the blonde off the mat by her tits. She held her opponent in the air by her boobs and all the beaten blonde could do was wail in agony.
“I GIVE, PLEASE!”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears.
“No blondie, I GIVE! YOU TAKE!” Alani screamed back at her.
Dropping to her knee, Alani pulled the girl back down, smashing her public bone on her outstretched thigh. The silver clad blonde yelped and then fell silent, limp over the victorious brunette’s knee. Releasing a hand from the blonde’s left tit (Roger could clearly see the bloody scratch marks all over the wounded boob) Alani slapped the defenseless woman over and over. Finally tiring of her punishment, Alani contemptuously shoved the loser to the mat, where the blonde girl just lay there, motionless.
“LET’S MAKE SURE SHE’S OUT EVERYBODY!” The brunette called out to the crowd, who roared approval once again.
Reaching down, Alani grabbed the front part of the blonde’s bikini briefs. Roger could clearly see that she grabbed the whole area, including whatever hair the beaten girl would have had on her public mound, as well as a big handful of the skin underneath. With a PULL and a softly audible *pfffft* that indicated the blonde had not fully shaved her womanhood, Alani pulled off the woman’s bottoms. The woman did not make a sound and her legs flopped back to the mat, lifelessly.
Alani looked at the ref, rolled her eyes and said “Count the slut out.” She placed the ripped bikini bottoms over the blonde’s face and put her black sock clad foot on the woman’s bloody tits. The blonde was a mess; the blood from the gash over her eye was running onto the mat and her boobs were now bleeding profusely from the areola.
Roger could see several other stains on the canvas. He shuddered.
In nothing but her metallic socks, the blonde woman didn’t move as the referee made the ten count.
“YOUR WINNER! ALAAAAAAAAAAANIIIIIIII!” A voice boomed from a PA system as the crowd roared it’s approval.
The victorious Polynesian girl rubbed her foot on the losing girl, sneered at her, said “Fuck you blondie, welcome to the club, slut!” And then turned and strode out of the ring. Attendants came in as she left to attend to her victim, and after a minute or so they were able to bring her around. They hustled/carried her out of the ring as the blonde let loose a hellish wail of agony and reached for her battered pussy as they led her towards what Roger assumed were the dressing rooms.
He looked at his wife, but Luxana’s blue/gray eyes were unreadable. Roger took this as a bad sign, bad for anybody here who would get in her way. Normally, Luxana was an open book, and her amazing eyes were as open windows on a spring day, but for her to guard them so took force of will and Roger knew anger was one of the rare emotions Luxana would set her eyes against.
She looked at Roger and smiled imperceptibly, letting him know she was still in there, then turned to Chuck and said. “Ok, let us be finding our seats for this…spectacle.”
Chuck led them around to the right and halfway down in the front row. People were milling about, to use the men’s room or to go to one of the four makeshift bars on each side of the venue. He sat them in three unoccupied seats next to a balding man wearing a blue button-down shirt with a white collar and dark blue jeans. He rose out of his seat and held his trench coat over the front of his pants, obviously to hide the hard-on the previous match had given him, Roger was no fool.
“Hey James! Glad you could make it!” he held out his hand, Chuck taking it in his big paw and enveloping it. “This must be Mr. and Mrs. Stratford?” Roger took off his sunglasses and nodded; shaking his clammy hand after Luxana had extended hers and bowed slightly at his limp handshake.
“Good to see you too Larry, thanks for saving us the great seats!” Chuck responded, sitting down.
They took their seats as the crowd had begun to mill back into the venue. Men had managed to clean up the worst of the blood in the ring from the beaten girl; whose name Roger found out had been “Kristen”. He found it helped to humanize the poor thing to at least know her name. They made small talk as the lights went down for what would be the next match.
The emcee, who Roger now picked out outside the ring next to one of the bars, boomed out of the PA again.
“OK FANS! LET’S WELCOME THE LADIES FOR OUR NEXT MATCH! FIRST, IN THE BLUE CORNER, WELCOME, WITH A RECORD OF 4-0….MICHELLE!”
Roger craned his neck to see a girl of middling height and jet black hair make her way into the ring and drop her orange robe to reveal a firm and slightly toned body with porcelain white skin even paler than Luxana’s. She had the face of girl who had a hard life, but it still wasn’t unpleasant. She just looked…hungry. Her dark eyes were focused as she warmed up loosely. She was dressed in an orange bikini and matching orange knee length socks.
“AND IN THE RED CORNER, HER OPPONENT TONIGHT, SHE HAS A RECORD OF 2-0, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN GIVE A HAND FOR ESTELLA!”
A hispanic looking girl strode down the promenade where the girls entered, her brown hair hung over her shoulders and her skin was the color of caramel. She bounced into the ring and blew kisses at the crowd before slowly working her way between the ropes. She rolled her eyes at her opponent and strode over to the opposite corner, dropping her tiger print robe to reveal an animal print bikini and matching socks. Her breasts were very big and she had a big round booty that she shook as she leaned in the corner.
“So…ya like the action, huh?” It was Larry Hyland. Roger had taken the seat next to the man; Luxana on his left, then Chuck, Roger had figured it wouldn’t look so odd if he were to remain so aloof. Right offhand had seen no familiar faces in the crowd, and he bet that, despite his concerns, this wasn’t a place where people would be looking for him.
The bell rang and the two girls went for each other. They approached warily, stalking like jungle cats, hands quickly flicking out, trying to get a quick strike. Then, suddenly, Estella lunged in with a knee combined with her right hand. Michelle was unable to defend against both attacks at once and uttered a soft cry as the knee slammed into her rib cage and the Hispanic girl’s fist crashed into the side of her head. She staggered backwards and was felled by another looping roundhouse right from Estella.
“Absolutely. You’d pretty much have to be dead not to enjoy this!” Roger responded with a laugh that sounded warmer than it felt. “They sure seem to get some high quality women here, don’t they?”
“Oh yeah. You think we’d pay this much to watch some street trash claw it out? Hey, times are tough man, and it definitely benefits guys like us when girls like that have no other way to make a quick buck, right?” Hyland barked out a sharp laugh. “The only problem is, well, when one of these bitches loses, they tend not to come back.”
“Anybody ever get really hurt?”
“Shit happens. Sometimes things get out of control.” He shrugged. “They got plenty of docs in the back to make sure nothing too bad happens. At least they make them wear the socks now. A few years ago these crazy bitches used to slice each other up pretty bad with the nails.”
Roger turned his attention back to the ring for a second. The girls were in the corner to his right. Estella had ripped off the pale skinned brunettes top and was viciously clawing at her breasts and was even biting at the poor girls face, neck and shoulders. Michelle’s orange socks beat uselessly on the mat as she screamed in terror and agony. Estella was trying to knee her opponent in the crotch, but wasn’t able to score with much success.
“Too bad for Michelle.” Hyland nodded towards the action. “She’s looked awesome so far, sent some bimbo with dyed blonde hair out of here on a stretcher the last time I saw her. But that Mexican or whatever girl is one tough taco. OOOH. Wow, damn that’s gotta hurt!”
Estella had swung for Michelles’ ribs, but the black haired girl had moved out of the way and the brown skinned girl’s fist *CLANNNGed* off the metal ring post. Estella gasped in total pain and then gulped and cried out as Michelle exploded out of the corner with a head butt directly to her face and wild lefts and rights that beat the girl back across the ring. Estella tried to turn and cover up from the onslaught, but Michelle grabbed her by the back of her bikini and hauled her back in, ripping it off in the process. She lifted a hard knee into Estella’s ass and taint and sent rabbit punches to the girl as she sunk to her knees. She screamed in rage and dove on the cringing woman. Roger could hear snarled curses as Michelle went to work on her opponent.
“You may get your wish yet.” Roger said.
“I hope so, but the best is yet to come. This is a good match, but I like it best when one of these girls just beats the living shit out of the other, and the next two are gonna be total destruction.”
Roger wasn’t thrilled by the prospect, and he turned to Luxana, but his wife was murmuring something to Chuck and they both seemed to be engrossed in their conversation.
‘You’re lucky, man. I wish I had a lady who would come to these with me. I couldn’t imagine how hot it would be to go home with somebody who got as turned on by this as I get.”
“Oh yeah. Believe me. I know how lucky I am Larry.”
“Your girl ever fight Stratford? Don’t mean to offend, I’m just curious.”
“Nothing more than some teenage scraps in Russia, where she’s from. No big whoop.” Roger lied.
Hyland nodded, apparently satisfied by the response.
Back in the ring, Estella had just regained the advantage by applying a vicious crotch claw on Michelle and had the pale girl flat on her back as she ripped away her bikini and then onto the shaved mound beneath. With her other hand she sliced and slashed at Michelle’s face and boobs, both of which were starting to bleed from numerous small wounds. Michelle tried to defend herself but could not stop the onslaught to her most private areas. “SUBMIT YOU PITIFUL PUTA! OR I’LL TEAR YOU A
NEW FUCK HOLE PUTILLA! TELL THE WORLD ESTELLA IS THE BETTER WOMAN!”
“NOOOO! PLEASE, NOOOO!” Was all Michelle could gasp out as tears ran from her face.
Roger could feel Luxana’s hand on his knee, he turned to her again and she smiled back at him.
“You Ok honey?” he said softly.
“I am being fine Roger. But I do not like the feel of this place. It is a place of pain.” She whispered back into his ear.
“Well, let’s get your friend out of here baby.” He whispered back. “Now get back in character” and he squeezed her hand. Her smile became more genuine, then she masked herself and the stone cold countenance she had affected the rest of the night dropped across her face.
Back in the ring, Estella was giving the pale skinned woman a brutal going over. Michelle was bleeding from her tits, nose and mouth all down the front of her chest, and black and blue splotches had begun to discolor her belly towards her brutalized pussy. She had barely ceased to resist. Estella took a moment to pose above her foe with her hands clasped above her head in a victory pose. She then blew kisses at the crowd and yelled “LET’S FINISH THIS PERRO HUH!” She reached down to work over Michelle some more, but the black haired girl shocked everybody by thrusting her hips up and sending her right knee directly into Estella’s mouth, and then another rapid fire strike into the temple. Estella flopped to the mat like she had been shot and lie there softly moaning, trying to hold her head, but her arms were not working. Roger could see a gush of blood flowing from her mouth and already broken nose down the front of her neck and onto her chest.
Michelle slowly rose to her knees and then to her feet where she kicked the darker skinned woman until she rolled over on her stomach. She smiled through her bleeding mouth and leapt into the air, crashing down on Estella’s spine with both knees. Estella tried to scream, but no voice came.
Roger was somewhat pleased to note he was hard as a rock. He had to admit, this had been a good match.
Michelle straddled Estella’s back, wrapped her left hand in her brown hair and PULLED back as hard as she could. With her right hand she reached around and started ripping at the Hispanic girl’s big ass and into her pussy with abandon. She propped Estella’s torso on her leg and went for the woman’s tits with her left hand. Roger could see the girls nipples being yanked inches off her breasts.
“QUIT YOU FUCKING BITCH! I WIN, GET THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM PUUUUUUNTAAAA” Michelle crowed.
“NO! NO! OOOOOOH MY PUUUUUSY! NOOOO!” And Estella tapped her hand on the mat instinctively.
“TACO TITS AND BURRRITO BUTT! I’M GONNA RIP YOU IN PIECES YOU FUCKING WETBACK SLUT! NOW QUIT!” And she dug in even further into the brunette’s nether regions.
“I QUIT, STOP, please, stop hurting my ass and pussy, just stop!” Estella’s cries went to low sobs as she just lay there, beaten.
Michelle gave Estella one last working over and slapped her in the face with her hand that had been working over her pussy, rubbing the girl’s own juices on her face. Estella fell face first to the mat and cried as she tried to cover up her wounded body.
Standing over her opponent, Michelle spread the girl’s legs and started kicking her savagely in the ass and pussy as she lay on her stomach. After a minute of this, she placed her foot on the back of Estella’s head and rubbed her face in the mat. She called the ref over and said “DO IT IN SPANISH SO THIS STUPID BITCH CAN FUCKING COMPRENDE!”
The ref duly counted to ten as Estella lay there weeping softly. When it was over Michelle kicked the beaten girl in the head and walked out of the ring as the announcer called out “YOUR WINNNNNAH…MIIIIIIIIICHELLLLLLLLLLLLE”.
The crowd went crazy in approval.
Roger was still hard and Luxana’s hand found his crotch.
“Sorry baby, sometimes I am what I am. That was a good competitive fight.” He said under the roar.
“Just remember. THIS is MINE.”
“You know I can’t see you in pain any be turned on baby. I love you.”
She looked back at him with those depthless eyes and kissed him.
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Luxana was by turns fascinated and disgusted by it all. Watching as a spectator when she herself had been the one in the “ring”, and not too far in the distant past at that, gave her a different perspective on the ways of the warrior. She could appreciate the elegance of the movements of the human form in the most basic of combat.
However, the over the top needless brutality of the fighting and the reactions of the spectators like hyenas at a kill made her cringe inwardly. Even though she had known to expect it, it was still disquieting. Luxana had no problem kicking the hell out of any woman would try her in combat, and after she won, she liked nothing more than humiliating the woman, but with her it was usually sexual. Fucking her rival’s boyfriend in front of her, rubbing her sopping pussy all over Monique’s face as Roger pumped her from behind...these were the ways to end a fight. To continue to physically beat on a devastated enemy, even after they had submitted in every way, went against her sense of how a warrior should conduct herself. But she realize these were different rules, many of these women were more feral than not and were here not to compete in combat, but to hurt others as they themselves had been hurt by life. It was to Luxana a sad thing, but she also knew this kind of blood sport had been around as long as humans had existed and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, and there would always be men who enjoyed such a thing. She knew full well Roger was turned on by the last fight and she couldn’t blame him, until the end she had felt some tingling herself remembering how it felt to dominate another woman.
She had an unnerving feeling she might end up in that ring herself before this was all said and done. But outwardly, her face was a mask behind her sunglasses throughout the night. Now though, it was time to take off the glasses and pay attention. The other fights and the fighters were meaningless to her, she had come here for Rita, and according to Chuck, Rita would be fighting next.
The ring was cleaned off and straightened up from the previous fight, and as the lights went down, Luxana edged forward on her seat, her hand unconsciously went back and found Roger’s. She glanced over at her husband and smiled, he smiled back, and she found it cute that he had that guilty look in his eyes from watching the last fight.
“It is ok my love, I understand. Just know I am YOUR fighter.”
“Always baby, I can watch, but NOBODY fights like you.” He whispered in her ear so the Hyland man couldn’t hear.
The emcee started back up again: “OK EVERYBODY! LET’S GET OUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR OUR NEXT FIGHTERS! FIRST, IN THE BLUE CORNER, LET ME INTRODUCE, WITH A RECORD OF 1-1 SYLVIA!”
The spotlight picked up a fighter in a blue robe climbing into the ring. She shook off the silk garment, and Luxana saw a beautiful woman about 5’9” with light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights falling below her shoulders in curls. She was wearing a black and white polka dotted string bikini and naturally, matching socks. She was toned and firm, but not overly muscled, physically much like most of the competitors Luxana had seen here. Her breasts were large and firm under her tiny top and she thrust them out and waved at the crowd.
Luxana did a slight double take. Except for the fact that this woman had brown eyes and the streaks of blonde in her hair, she bore a slight resemblance to Luxana herself. She doubted it was intentional this was the woman Rita was fighting tonight, but still…
Sylvia played to the crowd but Luxana could tell the nerves and anxiousness in her eyes and her body language. This wasn’t a woman used to fighting, just another pretty girl trying to make some money.
“AND NOW IN THE RED CORNER, HER OPPONENT…WITH A RECORD OF 14-4 YOU KNOW HER AND YOU LOVE HER, PLEASE WELCOME RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITAAAA!”
Luxana looked over, anxious herself, and saw the tall woman in the red robe climb into the ring. Rita stood there for a moment and then almost sensually let her robe fall to the floor.
Luxana put her hand over her mouth as she laid her eyes on her old friend for the first time since she had left New York all those years ago.
“How you feel about Vegas Luxurious?”
(This could have been me in that ring tonight in her place…oh Rita)
Outwardly, as Luxana had noted in the video Chuck had taken, Rita was still more or less the same. Her tall, lean form moved with feline grace in the red outfit Luxana was sure she wore for every fight. Her legs were long and thin, her breasts small but pointed, her stomach long and flat. But Luxana could see the difference in her face,
Rita had always had a thin face, but now she was almost gaunt and there was a hollowness in her cheeks and under her eyes.
Her eyes…
It was the same deadness Luxana had noticed in Chuck’s video. Luxana indeed had always remembered Rita’s eyes had sparkled like emeralds in a sunbeam, whether she was just waking up or if she was out of her skull on MDMA in some club under the lights. But now, even in the ring with combat imminent, Rita’s eyes were flat, almost dead.
Luxana wondered if even she could awaken them, and then redoubled her determination to try. She didn’t want Rita to see her until the fight was over though, if she did remember Luxana it might throw her off and Luxana did not want to see her friend lose and be hurt.
“Tough luck to you Sylvia. It will be long night for you, I think”
Rita shook out her long naturally bright red hair, as always it hung straight past her shoulders, and sneered at her opponent.
“Hey, you fuckin loser slut, you’re gonna get hurt tonight you fuckin hear me bitch”
(Yes, that is my Rita. I would know that tone anywhere)
Sylvia tried to blow off Rita’s insults and waved dismissively at the redhead, Rita returned the gesture with a double middle finger salute.
“I’m gonna rip you bald you fuckin cxnt, let’s fuckin dance!”
The bell rang and the two women began to slowly emerge to the center of the ring, Luxana could see the uncertainty in the brunette’s face.
Before they could close, Rita lashed out with quick arms and legs, using her superior height and reach to pepper the brunette with blows to the side, alternating rights and lefts. Most of them didn’t hit home, but Luxana knew each one sapped Sylvia of a little bit of reserves. Sylvia tried a couple time to make it inside and close with Rita, but each time she was met with either a solid punch or kick and she retreated to be stalked again.
After a few minutes of this, Rita had landed enough blows where Sylvia already had a shiner and a little blood coming from her nose, as well as what Luxana was sure were already going to be some bruised ribs. It was obvious to everybody she had to do something soon, and sure enough after Rita sent another long pale red sock clad foot into her belly and backed her up, the brunette completely lost her composure and blindly charged the redhead. Luxana could see Rita smile quickly as she deftly stepped out of the way of the lunging woman and sent a sharp and savage knee into her stomach, stopping her in her tracks as she began to sink the mat. But Rita did not want her to fall yet, grabbing Sylvia by her long brown hair and pulling her head upwards with one hand and sending four quick fists directly to the gasping woman’s nose and face as well as another knee up into her midriff. The brunette had no idea what was going on in her world of pain and was helpless to avoid the redhead deftly removing the top of her string polka dotted bikini and sliding it up to wrap around her neck, holding it tight with the same hand that was pulling away at her long streaked hair.
As she choked the helpless woman, Rita pulled the nipple of one exposed breast and took her down to the mat, choking her while she twisted her tits like radio knobs, her long legs working behind her to give her greater leverage. Sylvia’s eyes were soon popping out of her head and she started to turn blue, Luxana could tell she wanted to sob in agony but could not get proper air. It was a masterful maneuver.
Pulling her head back even further Rita looked in her foe’s panicked brown eyes and said loudly. “OH YOUR FUCKIN FUN IS JUST STARTING YOU FUCKIN cxnt. NOW WE GO TO SCHOOL!”
She released the choke hold for one moment and let Sylvia whoof in breath, but only so she could quickly reposition herself and lash her long legs around the woman’s neck in a classic neck scissors hold. This freed up her hands to do what they did best as she locked in her scissors and constricted her legs: reach down and begin ripping away at every inch of the brunettes body she could get her claws on. Rita slashed and twisted Sylvia’s tits, clawed and punched at her belly, reached down and pulled away her string bikini bottoms and then with both hands went into a frenzy on the poor woman’s clit, labia, vagina and even to her ass. Sylvia’s socks kicked at the mat and she thrusted and bucked her hips to try to avoid the pain, but Rita was her master, reading every move like a book and adjusting her attack accordingly.
Luxana noted the great pleasure Rita took from destroying the girl’s once magnificent body, but her eyes were still cold dark pits. Finally, the light haired brunette’s struggles ebbed and Rita let her go so she didn’t pass out on the mat.
It was time to torture the losing girl, Luxana knew.
Picking Sylvia up by her hair, Rita threw her face first into the corner to Luxana’s left. Sylvia’s face hit the metal pole and this opened a long gash on her forehead. Blood began to run through her fingers as she grabbed for her maimed face, her knees facing the post, her torso draped across the second rope. She was in no condition to avoid the red sock clad foot as it crashed into her ass ramming, her back into the post again. Luxana winced at this and Rita pressed her advantage by sending her foot directly into her taint again and again and then one hard shot to her asshole.
Sylvia curled up in a fetal position on the mat, wailing in pain, trying to put her hands over every part of her aching body. Rita once again grabbed her by her hair and dragged the almost limp woman to her feet. Sylvia tried to just fall, but Rita held her up, showing more strength in her thin body then one would imagine. She kicked her in the pussy HARD, standing the brunette up and she grabbed onto both her well formed tits with her hands. Moving to the nipples, Rita twisted them again and Sylvia let a small sob. Rita began to turn in circles still holding the brunette by her nipples. After several rotations, the redhead threw her to the ropes and let her bounce off, as Sylvia slouched back off the ropes, the red head met her with another long leg into the stomach, stopping her in her tracks, and then another knee to the brunettes already destroyed face. Sylvia dropped like a sack of potatoes to the mat and lay there, not moving, spread eagled, her hair splayed across the canvas.
“YOU’RE FUCKING PATHETIC SLUT. COULDN’T EVEN GET MY FUCKING TOP OFF.” Rita sneered at her and removed her own top on her own, shaking out her small perky tits for the crowd, who was going berserk with blood frenzy at the slaughter.
“OK, YOU’RE NO FUN, NOT EVEN FUCKIN COMPETITION BABY. NOW I END YOU.”
“noo…oooo..no…no..please Rita, don’t hurt me more…” Sylvia weakly managed.
But mercy wasn’t in the redheads game plan at this time. She started by kicking every exposed inch of the brunette’s body, from her smooth thighs to her pussy, belly, tits and finally to her face.
Luxana thought she might have seen a tooth go flying, but she wasn’t sure. It was tough, the poor beaten woman’s face was a mask of blood, it was staining huge tresses of her light hair and down the front of her chest. Rita herself looked like she had been cut but Luxana knew it was Sylvia’s gore that had just gotten on her.
Flipping Sylvia onto her stomach, Rita grabbed her legs and put her into a Boston Crab, pulling back for all she was worth. After a minute, she let one leg flop to the mat and held her hand up in a claw. The crowd went crazy knowing what was coming and wasn’t disappointed as Rita sent her hand savagely again into the brunettes abused pussy. Her nails tearing away at her inside and out, then pulling out every single hair Sylvia had in her well maintained dorito pubic hair. All the brunette could do was sob quietly into the mat; she knew no mercy was coming.
Rita let her legs drop and then once again she picked Sylvia up by her hair. Sylvia tried one last time to stop the onslaught by smacking at Rita’s hands and reached for her tits, but Rita just grabbed her nipple again until she wailed in pain and stopped. Rita paraded her trophy around the ring, showing off the beaten, bloody brunette to the crowd.
