Night Fighters
Short Story by J. Coleman
The Night Fight Club was probably the number one underground club in the city. With strippers, private rooms, a caged boxing ring, and an overall gothic/wiccan atmosphere, the club drew a wide array of different groups of people with varied interests.
The caged ring, however, was the club's main draw and it was used on a nightly basis for boxing matches, wrestling matches, extreme fighting, and even the occasional cat fight. The club hosted events where customers could enter various fighting tournaments or take on club regulars for cash and prizes but on some nights, it was an "open ring" where anyone could challenge anyone else to whatever kind of fight he or she desired.
Kari was the classic "Girls Gone Wild" type of college girl with a gorgeous face, well built body, and a need to be the center of attention. In bed, Kari was a dynamo who had no qualms about experimentation or wild uninhibited sex when it came to a man she really wanted. Scott, her newest acquisition, was a jock who sated her lustful nature and tolerated her need for attention.
The duo frequented the Night Fight club on a regular basis and this was the perfect venue for Kari to show off her voluptuous body in various states of undress, as did most of the female patrons. The club's philosophy on clothing was "the less the better!" and their clientele took that very literally.
It was a Friday night and the club was packed to capacity and then some. Kari and Scott had found a table in one of the dark corners and were nursing drinks and enjoying the music when two strangers pushed their way through the throng of people and found the two empty chairs at Kari's table.
Taking the two empty chairs without an invitation, the couple sat down and immediately began yelling for a waitress to bring them drinks, speaking with a very obvious Russian accent.
The girl appeared to be in her mid twenties with very long straight dark hair, pale milky white skin, piercing large eyes and pouty lips. She had an enormous chest with "D" cup breasts barely contained in a sleazy black see through halter top that was form fitted tightly around each massive breast. She had on brief black bikini bottoms and very gothic looking thigh boots with silver chains heels that had the tops rolled down to just below the knees. She had extremely heavy makeup and perfume on and Kari took an immediate, catty dislike to the upstart Ruskie who so rudely took over their table.
The pair of Russians got their drinks as the girl crushed out a spent cigarette in the clean ashtray on their table while giving Kari a rather questionable look as if saying with eyes "What the hell are you looking at?"
"Hi, I'm Scott," Kari's date said with a smile.
The Russian girl glanced at him, and then silently turned away.
"I am Nikko," the Russian man said in very halting English. "Please to meet your acquaintance."
The two men shook hands and then Scott added, "This is Kari."
"Nice name this Kari," Nikko said with a smile. "This is Katya."
"Katie," the girl quickly corrected.
"Yes, yes, so sorry," Nikko said. "This is Katie."
"Pleased to meet ..." Kari began but was cut off by the arrogant Russian girl.
"Let's dance," Katie ordered rather than asked, standing up and dragging Nikko to the dance floor.
"What a bitch!" Kari immediately said as the pair walked away.
"Yeah, great manners," Scott agreed, flagging down a waitress for more drinks.
After a few minutes, the unwelcome duo returned and said down, Katie immediately lighting up another cigarette. Nikko tried to initiate a conversation but Scott was more interested in fondling Kari under the table, gently stroking her soft silky thighs and caressing her already slightly moistened pussy through the skin tight spandex of her skimpy little booty shorts.
Scott didn't hear most of what Nikko had said but only caught the ending of it when Nikko said, "American girls are weak and have no . . . uh . . . no fire." His speech was hesitant as if searching for the right word to complete his thought.
"You don't know many American girls then," Scott laughed. "They got fire, believe me!"
"No no no!" Nikko said, shaking his head. "My Katie could wipe boxing ring floor with any American girl!"
"Is that so?" Kari asked, obviously insulted.
"Oh yes," Nikko said quickly. "Especially skinny girl like you... no contest. Russian girls best fighters ever."
Katie just gave Kari a condescending smirk as she puffed on her cigarette, not really interested in the conversation.
Not able to ignore such an obvious gauntlet being cast, Kari leaned forward a bit. "What kind of fight do you have in mind?"
Katie laughed.
"What?" Kari asked quickly.
"Stupid question," Katie replied, crushing out another butt. "A fight is a fucking fight!" she said with her heavy Russian accent.
"I meant boxing, wrestling, what?" Kari continued, insulted and slightly stung by being laughed at while Scott continued to play with her beneath the table.
"Boxing is sport," Nikko said, "Wrestling is sport. Fighting is fighting."
"Cat fight," Katie added making a little clawing motion with crooked fingers along with a hissing sound for emphasis.
"That I'd like to see," Scott whispered in Kari's ear as his finger toyed with her cxnt beneath the table out of view.
Kari smiled at Scott. "That'd turn you on?" she asked.
"Hell yes!" Scott admitted, aggressively now stroking her crotch.
"Okay," Kari nodded, pulling Scott's hand away before she came in front of the two Russians. "I'll show you how American girls fight!"
Scott quickly flagged down the waitress to go get the ring manager for a challenge match. "Your girl's goin' down my Russian friend," Scott said to Nikko with a grin.
"Your little girlfriend is about to get taught a real lesson," Katie laughed. "When I fight, I fight to win."
"You talk a lot of shit, bitch," Kari sneered.
"That just cost you even more pain and humiliation," Katie said back with disdain, losing her smile now.
The ring manager finally showed up after several more intense minutes of pure catty trash talk between the two sexy rivals. It was decided there would be no referee, no rules, just an anything goes catfight until one passed out or gave up. The ring manager was obviously excited about hosting a cat fight between these two gorgeous, scantily clad she cats as he quickly made his way to the ring with the girls in tow.
Grabbing the microphone and signaling for the house lights to go down and the ring lights to come on, the ring manager announced Katie first who climbed through the small opening in the steel cage and into the ring, raising her arms in premature victory and then going to a corner to wait, stopping only to pull her boots now up over her knees to mid thigh. When Kari was announced, she couldn't resist the urge to put on a little show for the crowd. She climbed into the ring in her tight little white shorts, a tight black midriff top, white boots that came to almost her knees and sexy white diamond fishnet stockings that came three quarters of the way up her long, shapely thighs. She walked around the ring several times, shaking her ass and walking as seductively as she could, cupping her breasts with her hands to show off to the audience. Finally reaching the corner opposite Katie, Kari bent over and wiggled her ass for the crowd that caused the place to explode with screams and applause as the hundreds of eager spectators began to close in around the cage for a front row view of the cat fight about to begin.
As the bell rang to start the action, the men in the crowd were already screaming for skin, tits, and asses while the female spectators were urging the fighters to rip out each other's hair and scratch out each other's eyes. Scott and Nikko were right in the front row near their girl's corner and Scott yelled, "Kick her ass baby!"
When Kari and Katie moved toward the center of the ring, the ring manager made a hasty departure and sealed the cage after him, locking the two feline combatants in their arena for the duration. The crowd continued to chant and cheer, many already picking their favorite and making side bets on who would win. A large LED ticker board mounted on the wall displayed the current house odds and the amount of money being wagered (illegally of course) at the betting windows that resembled those at a race track. The Russian girl who had about a three inch height advantage and a ten pound weight advantage was the odds on favorite at 3 to 1 over her smaller opponent.
Kari crouched and began stalking her nemesis with hands extended and claws flexed and on the ready. Katie assumed a similar posture and without warning the two charged together, each grabbing two fistfuls of the other's long dark hair.
The two girls hissed and screeched like alley cats, jerking each other's pretty heads from side to side with their vicious hair pulling. Their heavy breasts were mashed flat and grinding together as they grappled around the ring, bouncing off the ropes on one side and then battling to the opposite side, each girl keeping both hands deeply embedded in the other's long, silky hair.
Katie's size advantage quickly manifested itself as Kari wound up being moved backwards much more than her counterpart. Realizing that it was only a matter of time before she got tripped up and got her legs tangled and went down backwards with Katie on top of her, Kari ripped a hand out of the Russian girl's hair and drove a hard punch into her opponent's stomach that brought a loud guttural groan as the brunette doubled over, surprised and stunned by the force of the gut punch.
Kari quickly threw a wild right haymaker that just lightly glanced off the top of Katie’s head followed by a hard left that struck the girl in the side of the head right above her right ear. Katie came up quickly, angered now at what she perceived as cheap shots.
"So that's how you fight?" Katie said. "You're a man fighter?"
Kari said nothing as she paused a moment and then advanced with fists clenched for another attack, throwing several wild punches that were easily deflected away by the Russian who was ready for them this time.
"Me, I'm a woman fighter," Katie taunted. "Like this!" And with that, she lunged at Kari and ran both hands up underneath Kari's short little midriff top, grabbing both her braless breasts and squeezing them as hard as she could.
Kari let out a horrible scream as the crowd erupted into thunderous cheering at the breast attack by the wild Russian girl. Kari groped and clawed at her attacker's wrists and forearms, trying to pry the girl's hands off her breasts but the harder she tried, the deeper Katie dug her claws into the soft, vulnerable tit flesh that was now openly exposed to the cheering crowd.
Desperate now, Kari pulled back and launched a hard right, catching Katie solidly on the left cheek, knocking her backwards and tearing her hands off Kari's sore tits. Kari quickly pulled her top back down to cover herself, lightly massaging her bruised breasts as she warily eyed her grinning opponent who seemed unaffected by the vicious punch to the face.
"Russian woman are just better fighters," Katie continued to taunt and intimidate Kari. "American girls are too timid for a REAL bitch fight!"
"C'mon, show me what you got then!" Kari challenged.
Katie slowly began moving toward her and once again they hooked up near center ring, this time only using one hand in each other's hair. Katie went right back for one of Kari's tits while Kari starting throwing punches at her enemy's face. Katie just ducked under the ill timed off target blows and finally came in underneath a hard right, burying her face in Kari's chest and sinking her pretty white teeth into Kari's right breast, right through the thin cotton top.
Kari squealed loudly and ripped Katie's head backwards by the hair with both hands, savagely slapping her face so hard, it snapped her head completely sideways. They grappled around, each pulling hair and grabbing or slapping, finally crashing into the padded corner post in Katie's corner with Kari's back against the post.
Kari threw several hard slaps with her right while keeping her left hand tightly entwined in Katie’s long dark hair while Katie now dug both hands into the younger girl's hair. Katie then quickly stepped backward, pulling Kari by the hair just as Nikko reached through the cage bars and grabbed hold of both the chunky heels of Kari's white boots. Unable to step forward to maintain her balance, Kari fell forward just as Nikko released the heels, falling to the canvas with Katie pouncing on top of her.
The busty pair thrashed about, spinning and wrestling around, each trying to get a good position or hold on the other but Kari's speed and agility was offsetting Katie's size advantage, making it difficult for either to gain a dominant position. Finally the Russian girl got her American counterpart down on her back and as Kari's legs flew up in the air, she took advantage and drove a savage punch right into Kari's crotch, connecting solidly with her still moist cxnt, protected only by a sheer layer of white spandex.
Kari grunted and cried out in agony, both hands shooting straight to her crotch to grab the injured area but this lapse too was costly, allowing Katie to fall on top of her, completely unprotected now.
Katie's heavy D cup breasts completely crushed Kari's smaller tits beneath them as she writhed on top of her felled opponent, clawing at her breasts, pulling her hair, and keeping her pinned to the mat helpless.
Kari's pubic region throbbed and ached as tears now streamed down her pretty face, smearing her makeup. She knew she was in trouble and had to fight through the intense pain and focus on getting Katie off her quickly. Mustering all her strength and courage, Kari let out a loud grunt as she bucked as hard as could, tossing the wild brunette off her and to the side.
Gingerly getting to her knees, Kari fought the urge to grab at her cxnt and instead, went for Katie's tits in retaliation. The young coed dug all ten claws into the sheer black silk top that held Katie's tits, clawing and twisting the massive silk encased mounds. Katie lurched forward using her body weight to force the smaller brunette backwards toward the ropes. Kari struggled against the body weight being forced against her while continuing the breast attack but she still found herself backing up and getting dangerously close to being pinned against the ropes.
After several moments of very intense struggling, Katie finally got Kari pinned up against the ropes and actually tried to wrap her victim's hair around the middle rope to tie her there. Kari shook her head violently to thwart the attempt, throwing wild slaps to the Russian's face as she fought to get off the ropes.
Suddenly Kari felt two strong hands grasp her breasts and realized a spectator from the crowd had reached through the bars and was not only copping a good feel, but holding her pinned as well. Katie smiled and threw two hard slaps to Kari's face, snapping her pretty head to the right, then to the left. Then her eyes dropped to Kari's crotch and the young brunette began to panic.
Kari, who was now in a sitting position against the ropes, thrust out her legs and wrapped them around Katie's waist in a full body scissors. She clamped down her powerful thighs around the Russian's thin waist, crushing her rival like a boa constrictor would crush its prey. Kari wildly clawed at the massive hairy arms wrapped around her from behind as the crowd cheered its approval at the 3rd party entry into the skirmish.
Katie wildly flailed and struggled as the powerful thighs crushed her fragile torso between them, rippling and straining inside the white diamond fishnets. Kari's ass rubbed back and forth against the abrasive canvas as Katie writhed and squirmed within her grasp and each time Katie pulled back, it actually lifted Kari off the mat completely, stretching her between a retreating Katie and the man behind her.
The Katie turned up the heat. The scissors hold left Kari's crotch wide open for an attack and that's exactly what the sultry Russian did. Hooking all four fingers of her right hand around the front of the waistband of Kari's tight little shorts, Katie yanked downward, exposing the dark patch of pubic hair. The put Katie's thumb right into Kari's cxnt and the Russian began poking and prodding with the thumb while continuing to hold the sexy little shorts down.
Kari bucked and squealed wildly at the sordid tactic, struggling now with all she had to break free. Seeing her opponent's reaction, Katie turned it up even more. "Ah, you like getting finger fucked," the girl taunted with a gleam in her eyes.
Kari quickly released the scissors hold but Katie was not to be denied. The brazen Katie, aided nicely by the spectator, went for Kari's cxnt even more now, releasing the shorts and then snaking several fingers up underneath the stretchy spandex let opening until she found the opening. Kari's eyes opened wide as Katie thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. The clamped her thighs down around Katie's arm but it had no affect on her attacker's technique.
A light sheen of perspiration was now beginning to form on both girls' bare flesh from the heat of the intense overhead lights and the wild pace of the battle making their bodies a bit slippery now and more difficult to hang onto.
Katie had a glazed over look in her eyes and a wry smile on her face as she methodically fucked Kari with two fingers using long, slow, deep thrusts at first and then speeding up. Kari had never had any kind of sexual contact with another female before and she was mortified at being humiliated like this in public at the hands of the crazed Russian lesbian.
With one final all out effort, Kari stabbed her fingernails into the backs of the man's hands that cupped and held her breasts. Blood streamed down the man's hands and he let out a yell as he finally let her go. Free now, Kari used the roped to pull herself upright but Katie, still on her knees, continued the brutal finger fucking.
Kari began to rain punches down on Katie's head and face, throwing everything she had in a blind rage at the girl. Katie retaliated by pulling her fingers out of Kari and then grabbing at her crotch, closing up her fist and collecting a full fist load of Kari's shorts, pubic hair, and tender flesh. Kari screamed in agony at the vicious pussy attack as Katie clamped down as hard as she could, twisting and pulling in the process. Kari's hands shot to her crotch and she fought to wrest Katie's hand from her cxnt that was literally exploding with pain from the heinous attack.
Scott, who had been fighting his way through the crowd to try to get to where the man had been holding his girlfriend in bondage, stopped and craned his head to see what had caused the horrible scream. Seeing the Russian girl torture Kari's pussy devastated him, yet somehow turned him on at the same time. Having always fantasized about seeing his very straight girlfriend with another girl, Scott really had a problem enjoying it because it was seriously damaging the very pussy that would provide him the gratification he needed after seeing his fantasy realized.
Kari was now in horrific pain and it took all her waning arm strength to deliver a punch hard enough to cause Katie's hand to unclench and fall away. Kari quickly scampered away toward a corner as Katie slowly got to her feet with the crowd enthusiastically cheering her on, chanting "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Kari didn't know what to do at that moment. This wasn't a fight, it was a rape and in all the fights she'd been in she'd never experienced anything like this or had even heard of anything like this. Her cxnt throbbed with pain and she could actually feel her heart beat throb with each coursing wave of pain, yet a very subtle underlying warmth was present that disturbed her greatly. Had the finger fucking not been so abruptly halted, Kari was sure she would have had an orgasm and the lusty pangs of passion still lingered even though slightly masked by the intense pain.
As Kari defensively walked the perimeter of the ropes, Katie stalked her like a jungle cat hunting it's next meal, silently watching and moving ever closer in a slow methodical pattern until she'd be in range to lash out for the kill. As the net closed in on her Kari knew she'd have to strike and strike hard but her arms were burning and felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each at that point.
Both girls were a mess with matted, tangled hair, scratch marks, bite marks, bruises, and a light layer of perspiration glistening under the bright lights. Their chests heaved up and down now with each breath they took. Katie was a bit more winded than Kari was and thinking that maybe her opponent was closer to exhaustion than she was, the young brunette moved in for the attack.
Kari charged at her opponent with her lips curled back into a sneer, grabbing two handfuls of Katie's long hair with a wild scream. Katie immediately ran her right hand down between them and grabbed the front waistband of Kari's shorts again, yanking them down hard. The stretchy little shorts slid right down over Kari’s buttocks, instantly exposing her ass the pussy.
Kari immediately released Katie's hair and reached down to pull up the shorts that were now rolled around her thighs near the tops of her stockings. As her hands went down, Katie released the shorts and went for her opponent's top, yanking the shirt up to expose her breasts and then lunging forward to sink her teeth into Kari's left breast. The momentum of the lunge drove Kari backwards into the ropes with Katie attached to her by the mouth. Katie viciously shook her head trying to bite a piece of flesh from Kari's tit but Kari somehow managed to drive a knee hard up into Katie's cxnt.
Katie's eyes got big as the fishnet clad knee slammed into her vulnerable public region. She pulled back and staggered slightly, using the back of her hand finally to push a long strand of dark hair out of her face, recovering almost immediately from what Kari had thought had been a devastating or maybe even fight ending blow.
"Good!" Katie said, "You finally agree to a pussy fight!"
"Shut up bitch!" Kari snapped back in anger. Kari had now thrown everything in her arsenal at the crazed Russian, but nothing would stop her and she refused to let this become a lesbian fuck fight.
"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop!" Katie threatened. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me!"
"I'll stop you!" Kari hissed as they now began stalking and circling again to the delight of the crowd.
Suddenly the Russian girl bent over in pain. Kari paused for a moment and then moved in for the kill, falling into the trap. As Kari blindly rushed in, Katie dropped to her knees, grabbed the backs of both Kari's ankles, and rammed her head up into Kari's crotch which slammed her to the canvas, flat on her back.
Kari's head hit hard, stunning her momentarily and giving her opponent just enough time to mount her. Kari bucked and writhed wildly as Katie straddled her, sitting on her chest and using her knees to pin Kari's arms to the mat. Both Kari's legs flailed wildly at dead air and her hands groped and clawed, unable to reach any part of her assailant.
Katie reached around behind her back and found Kari's crotch. Snaking a hand down inside the front of the spandex shorts and past the mound of dark pubic hair, Katie once again began the sexual assault, teasing the clitoris and then starting the finger fucking again. With her free hand, Katie pinched, pulled and twisted at each of Kari's nipples which were rubbing against the insides of Katie's thighs in the straddle position.
"Get . . . off . . . me . . . bitch!" Kari yelled between labored breaths as she wildly thrashed around, flopping like a fish on the deck of a boat.
"Not till you come!" Katie said harshly, slapping Kari's face to emphasize her point. "Come on bitch! Come! Come!" Katie continued fucking her harder and slapping her face each time she said the word come. The crowd roared, almost totally out of control now at the incredible spectacle they were watching.
Kari finally managed to slip one arm free and she immediately went for Katie's big tits that were swinging back and forth above her. Katie easily intercepted the hand and their fingers intertwined in a hand bending test of strength. Kari was now beginning to feel the stirrings below and an orgasm was imminent if she couldn't break free somehow so she fought harder and bucked higher.
Katie was not going to be dislodged, however, and pulling her one hand from Kari's pussy, she used both hands to get Kari's free arm pinned again back under her leg. She then took the wet fingers that had just been in Kari's cxnt and rubbed them across her victim's mouth and face.
"How's that pussy taste?" Katie asked with a smile. "Mmmmmm, good I bet!" With that, she went right back to the finger fucking.
Kari was livid but just too spent to do anything to get the heavier girl off her. She spat to eject a pubic hair and some pussy juice from her mouth as the crowd continued to voice its whole hearted approval of the sexual nature of the fight.
Katie knew victory was near and she now began grinding her own panty clad crotch back and forth on Kari's chest to humiliate her foe even more while never relenting on the rhythmic thrusting of her long slender fingers.
Then Kari tensed up and jiggled slightly. Katie quickened the pace of the thrusts now and within seconds; Kari let out a high pitched squeal and began pumping against the hand in her pants. A new found burst of strength enabled Kari to pull her arms free and she dug both hands into Katie's long hair, pulling her opponent down closer to where she could get her teeth into one of Katie's huge tits.
Just as she bit into the silk clad mound, Katie jerked backwards and Kari erupted into a string of convulsing orgasms. Shuddering with lingering tremors, Kari soon went limp and was finished.
Katie raised her arms in victory to the cheers of the crowd who now began throwing drinks at them which had become a standing tradition at the club as a way for the crowd to toast the winner by tossing alcohol at them.
Kari was limp and motionless beneath Katie but still awake and aware of what was going on around her. Katie slowly got up and began walking around the ring to celebrate her victory; arms raised high over her head, shaking her clenched fists toward the sky. Then someone tossed a vibrator into the ring and the crowd began chanting, "More! More! More!"
Enjoying the adoration from her fans now, Katie grabbed up the vibrator and rubbed it several times between her tits before dropping to her knees beside Kari.
"Lick this, bitch!" Katie ordered, pushing the long phallus-like vibrator against her opponent's parted lips.
Kari couldn't do anything at that point and she knew the humiliation to come was going to be long and grueling.
Katie forced the vibrator into Kari's mouth and slowly pushed it in and out several time as Kari weakly wriggled around to get away. The Russian then pulled the vibrator out and moved down to where she was kneeling beside Kari's legs. Laying down the vibrator, Katie yanked Kari's shorts down to almost her knees. She tried to spread her victim's legs but the shorts around her knees prevented it so she tried to pull them the rest of the way off and Kari began to panic and dig for some hidden reserve to keep from being fucked by the vibrator on top of all the humiliation she'd already endured.
Deciding to first remove Kari's boots, Katie unzipped one and yanked it off which gave Kari the chance to reach down and grab her shorts, yanking them back up to at least partially cover her crotch. The shorts were now rolled into a tight wad just below her ass and as Katie picked up the vibrator once again, Kari lashed out with her right leg. With the boot still on that leg, Kari connected solidly with a vicious kick to the side of Katie's head, catching the brunette completely off guard and vulnerable.
The kick rolled Katie's eyes back in her head and she went limp, wavering and teetering for several seconds before folding up and collapsing to the canvas in a sweaty, tangled heap.
Kari wriggled back into her shorts and slowly got to her knees. Grabbing Katie's hair, she gave it a good hard yank to make sure the Russian was unconscious. Then she gingerly got to her feet, staggering on wobbly knees and heading toward the exit to the cage, not even bothering to look back.
The crowd cheered and once again tossed drinks as they clapped in appreciation of the incredible victory and even more incredible fight they'd just witnessed.
Scott met her at the small door in the cage as she collapsed into his waiting arms.
Nikko approached, heading to the ring to get Katie. He stopped for a moment and looked at Kari and Scott. "Good fight!" he said. "You still fight like man but very good! Maybe next fight you fight like woman, no?"
Kari motioned for Scott to let her go and she slowly turned to face Nikko who was all smiles. She grinned slightly herself and then reached out and grabbed Nikko's balls. "You mean fight like a woman like THIS?!" She squeezed his nuts as hard as she could. His faced twisted into a grimace, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the floor.
The crowd absolutely went nuts at the unexpected turn of events and a handful of men scooped Kari up and carried her back to her table on their shoulders with her arms raised in victory, everyone chanting "U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!"
The end
