Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 40: Crime and Punishment, Part II
Letty and Lily are still recuperating on the floor around where the belly punching took place. Finally Leticia looks to be in better condition than Lily- who is still clutching her tummy and sitting there red faced and teary eyed. I have to admit, that did feel pretty good.
I help my attorney to her feet and assist her back to our side of the courtroom. She helps me put on my gloves and cinch them down before she sits in the leather chair from which she will watch Deja and I go at it. "Thanks so much for everything, Leticia... You didn't have to do this but you did. If you ever need anything, just ask... I owe you big time." I give her an appreciative hug, taking care not to touch her brutalized boobs.
"Don't mention it.... it was nice to get my claws on Lily Graham. Her and I definitely need to have a fight.. a real fight.. one of these days... I just wish I could have done more. Deja looks strong, but so are you. Give her hell, Kelli." Leticia says as we wait. We continue to talk about possible strategies against Deja for until we see the big blonde begin to make her way to the mat.
Once she is in position, Haley motions Deja and I to join her in the center of the canvas.
"Good luck, Kelli... you got her, girl." Letty says as I start towards the mat. I make my way towards the judge's assistant and can't help but to think about how it doesn't matter who comes with you to the fight, or is there watching you, this is where I am alone in this. In a few minutes, it will be just Deja and I. From this point on, it's just us settling a question. No outside help. No excuses. The court, the stakes, the whole show with attorneys and the formality of a black robed judge- none of that really matters anymore. Or, it won't until afterwards anyway.
The dark skinned woman and I are now face to face for the first time. Our focus has shifted to the woman we are about to do battle with now. I begin taking stock of the shorter, curly haired woman standing only a couple of feet away.
Something about Agent DuBois gives me the feeling that she enjoys this type of thing much more than she would a "regular" catpin encounter. She gives off an aura of confidence and sadism. My guess is she likes the psychological aspect of forcing her opponent to fight on her terms. Though, as calculating as she seems, she may just see this as the type of fight giving against me that gives her the most advantages.
Our gazes meet and her brown eyes seem more interested in intimidation rather than sizing me up. Though, what I gathered from Hannah is that she probably has a file on me and already knew what she was getting into well before tonight. I glare back at her, letting her know that it'll take more than an unblinking stare to get into my head. Her face is fairly average and her haughty demeanor isn't helping her attractiveness any either. Her smooth skin is nearly as dark as her shoulder length, naturally curly, black hair and is still shining from the sheen of perspiration that she worked up while pummeling Leticia's stomach and the hot, humid environment of this underground courtroom.
She is a couple... maybe three inches shorter than me, but looks strong. Her legs are thick and muscular as are her arms. She is much softer than I am but her body exudes power. She is probably five or ten pounds heavier than me despite the height difference. She definitely seems proud of her much larger chest... one that rivals Lily and Leticia's. Though Deja's might be firmer and more impressive since she is still in her early thirties and has large, erect dark nipples. Having to punch it out against this powerful woman without the use of all of my normal weapons is going to be a tall order.
My eyes don't break their stare from Deja's as Haley begins, "Ladies, tonight's trial will be decided by knockout only...you will be wearing the provided gloves... you will break any holds and clenches when I or Judge Reynolds tell you to... The litigants will be wearing.."
The big blonde, eyes Agent DuBois and I up and down, before continuing. Deja is in a small, pair of turquoise blue panties, while I'm dressed in a similarly cut, lavender pair of panties. "It appears that issue has been rendered moot. Do you both understand the rules?" She looks at me, I nod that I do. Next, she looks at Deja, who indicates the same. "Take three steps back.." Both of us do. "... and..... Fight!"
As soon as the command is given, Deja and I launch ourselves at one another. I feel my gloved fist slam into the black woman's jaw just as I am nearly folded over as her glove sinks deep into my belly. Neither of us, flinch and we both continue to swing away. After the furious opening salvo, I've absorbed somewhere near a dozen and a half punches that have my head ringing, my eye swelling and my mind dazed to the point I have I can only focus on the woman in front of me while the rest of the bizarre courtroom scene disappears from my consciousness as I stagger backwards unsteadily. This damn bitch knows how to throw a punch.
Across from me I see my curly haired opponent similarly wobbling from our exchange. I landed just as many blows as she did and it shows. Her eyes are watering, wild and unfocused, a small trail of blood trickles from her nose. I hurt her.
After our initial attempt to overwhelm the other woman through sheer violence, both of us are more cautious. She drops into a traditional boxing stance, gloves up, chin down as she begins to circle around me. Confirming my suspicions that she is a trained boxer. I'm definitely more of a brawler than anything else and it definitely shows in my more vertical, plodding stance.
I see Deja wipe her nose with her glove and check the blood smeared on the back of it. "Fuckin' old ass bitch....I'm gonna make you pay for that!" She growls, still stalking me circularly around the court room.
"I'm right here ... and there's more where that came from, cxnt!" I snarl, loading up my hands ready to keep fighting.
We move around for a few more seconds before I tag the side of the younger woman's head again with another big hook that staggers her. I follow up with another. This time she blocks it and I'm hit with a lighting fast body blow combination that nearly buckles my knees.
I snap her head back with a straight punch to the nose only to eat another combo this time punctuated with a hard right to my jaw.
I shake it off and continue pressing Deja, swinging hard and relentlessly, if not a bit recklessly. Every time I hit her, I can tell I'm doing damage but it's coming at a high price. She stings me with vicious combinations in every exchange. Punch for punch, I hit harder, but I am taking a lot more pain than I am dishing out.
The fight begins to slow as Deja's constant counterpunch combinations steadily grind away the advantages of stamina and toughness I previously had. My ribs are aching and breathing is becoming a chore with my body taking the brunt of the punishment.
I feel myself getting desperate and the reality of the situation is setting in that I am outmatched. If I cover up and try to protect myself, Deja picks me apart with a slow and steady portion of precision punches. All I have left is a puncher's chance and this short slut can take shot- then makes me pay dearly for it.
I'm hanging in there, still fighting, still punching but withering quickly. The strong, stocky woman has seized complete control of this fight and she knows it. "Your weak ass is mine now.." Deja growls, just before unleashing another barrage of body shots that pepper my ribs and arms as I focus on protecting my head.
Even if the black woman's leather clad fists aren't hurting me that much, the combination does force me back another couple of steps and I feel the wall of the courtroom against my back. I realize she has trapped me in a corner and is setting me up for a knockout punch. I narrowly, dodge the big right hook aimed at my jaw before sending a retaliatory uppercut to her tit.
The agent lets out a loud groan but doesn't back off, driving me back into the corner with a shoulder that slams into my chest followed by another stiff body blow that connects inches above my womanhood. My eyes bulge from the pain and I nearly fold over from the pain.
I'm in trouble and quickly wrap my arms around Deja, forcing a clinch. For a moment the action grinds to a halt as we wrestle and struggle body to body. Sweat covered, contrastingly colored tits and bellies pressing against one another in a test of strength as I frantically try to escape and she strains to keep me trapped.
Our faces are cheek to cheek and our lips brush each other's ear with every increasingly ragged breath as fatigue grips both of us. "Not ... saying... much... now... are... you... bitch?" Deja grunts in a loud whisper as she methodically begins to overpower me.
I hear myself let out a painful, distressed moan when my bare back settles against the wall once more. My escape attempt failing, the ebony enforcer demonstrating her dominance once more by keeping me pinned in the corner. I am crestfallen.
As if she can feel the wind leave my sails, Agent DuBois goes to finish this. I feel her fist bury itself deep into my belly. Then another punch crashes into my naked tit sending a shock throughout my body as she creates space before shrieking and sending a savage blow to the exact spot above pussy as before. I realize my hands have dropped to cover my brutalized body.
"Good... night... bitch!" My dark skinned adversary growls. The impact from the devastating combination is nearly paralyzing. My eyes go wide knowing I can't dodge or defend what's coming. It's like the world is moving in slow motion. I'm powerless as I watch Deja's gloved fist speeding towards my face.
I feel my head whip around when her punch connects flush with my jaw. My ears are ringing and everything is out of focus. I feel my body fall into the wall and slide down it until I am lying on my side, my cheek resting in the floor. I'm in a haze, my eyes glazed. The only sound I can hear is my own rapid, irregular breathing. I have no concept of time or anything else.
I begin to become aware of muffled voices as I slowly shake my head to clear the fog from my mind. My instincts are commanding me to get up. I struggle, trying to rise, I collapse twice before only making it to my elbows.
The voices become clearer and I realize it's Lily wildly screaming every insulting obscenity imaginable. I also hear Letty trying to encourage me to get up, the concern in her voice is unmistakable. My body wants to lay back down but I will myself onto my hands and knees.
You gotta get up, Kelli. I tell myself, shaking my head again. I'm starting to get my wits about me again. I'm not sure how long it has taken, but it has to have taken the judge at least half of a minute to descend from her bench and she is just now starting her count as she stands above me. "One!..." She shouts then looks at all of the other women in the trial before shouting "Two!..." and repeating the process as if she is confirming each number with everyone.
I'm still a bit groggy and my chest is still heaving as I try to force more air into my lungs as I hear Rebecca's very slow count reach four. Then I hear Lily's hate switch from me to Leticia. "Hey Montez, this weak bitch is about to cause to you to kiss my pussy... You sure know how to pick a loser.."
The thought of causing Letty any more trouble lights the fire inside me. I'm not letting these bitches know I'm hurt. I shake my head once more and hop to my feet just after the judge shouts "Six!"
I'm still wobbly as I bring my hands up to face a now smirking and overtly cocky Deja. Haley gives us the command to resume our battle and we start towards one another once more. "Dumb ass bitch... you should have stayed down." The black woman barks, her voice filled with contempt.
I only glare back at Deja. I'm too out of breath and my jaw hurts way too much to even think about talking trash at the moment. Across from me, the shorter woman is looking much fresher. She is bouncing on the balls of her feet and circling me like a predator stalking her prey as I plod around the room flat footed and slowly.
Her skin is drenched and shiny with sweat. Of course, so is mine. Her curly hair is disheveled but not to the same degree as my blonde mane as it hangs wet and limp, strands dangling in front of my face, my ponytail gone along with my hair tie. The arrogant smirk on her face can't hide the evidence of the power of my fists with two swollen eyes, a bloody nose and a fat lip, but I can only assume I look even worse since she began to control this bout.
The belligerent boxing bitch picks up right where she left off, snapping my had back with a stiff jab that stings my mouth. In pissed off retaliation I fling a haymaker at the woman's face that connects and sends her staggering backwards. I try to follow up with another and catch a flurry of fists to my belly.
In desperation, I wrap Deja up with my arms. My gloved up hands ineffectively grabbing at the woman's curly hair as I instinctively return to my catfighting roots. Again, the black woman and I are locked in a clench. We dance around the center of the courtroom slipping in short punches to each other's sides. I'm holding on for dear life as she tries to free herself and continue her pummeling of me.
"Fucking... scared.. ass... bitch!" Agent DuBois snaps in frustration. I continue to make this boxing match as much of a catfight as I can, stepping on her feet, grinding my head into hers, and using my body as weapon against hers. "Fucking... fight... cxnt!" She screams, losing her composure and joining in the increasing nastiness of the brawl.
The big breasted bitch howls as my hand finds a way to clamp onto one of her large ebony tits. My claws might be covered but I'm still able to squeeze enough to hurt her. "Now... this is... a fucking ... fight... whore!" I growl between breaths.
I see the Judge, wearing a sly smile, motion to Haley to let us continue as the big blonde was beginning to move in. Knowing that my best chance is to make this fight as primitive as possible and seeing the Judge allowing it, I begin to unleash hell on my pugilistic opponent- and she retaliates in kind. Short punches to the kidneys and ears, headbutts, more tit grabbing, we even get to a point that both of us are latched on to the other's shoulders... with our teeth.
The fight has completely devolved and gone feral. Both of us are clearly exhausted, huffing and puffing as we curse one another. Small cuts have opened up over our eyes and it finally seems like my stamina advantage, along with dragging this bitch down to my level has evened us a bit even if I've taken considerably more than I've dished out.
Deja and I are hanging on to each other just to stay on our feet, and we are getting sloppier with every agonizing moment. We finally break the clench, staggering apart, neither of us looking like boxers but more like drunken brawlers in a bar fight. "Blonde... bitch... I'm... going to... kill... you.." my rival snarls in breathy, raspy voice.
"Fuck... you... dumb... cxnt...you're... fuck... ing... finished." I growl back as we clumsily stumble in a circular fashion around the courtroom.
Both of our tanks are empty and all either one of us can do is to throw one punch at a time. We exchange jabs a half dozen times before we each start swinging for the fences with wild haymakers that mostly hit nothing but air and result in who ever threw the punch nearly falling over.
I can hear the intensity building in the insults and shouts of encouragement coming from Lily and Leticia, both of them well aware that Deja and I are reaching our limits.
"Break that homewrecking cxnt's fucking nose!" I hear Lily's shrill voice cut through the stale air of the courtroom and, somehow, it stokes enough of whatever I have left for me to channel my anger into my right hand. With a shriek, I let loose a reckless and wild leaping punch.
Next, I feel the shockwave reverberate back up my arm when my glove slams squarely into Deja's nose. My momentum sends me careening past the woman as she drops like a sack of potatoes and I stumble until I get a catch myself against a wall.
I look back to see my dark skinned opponent lying flat on her back, bare tits rising and falling rapidly with every ragged breath. My eyes dart to Judge Reynolds as she begins to make her way down from her 'throne'. Shit! It feels like it's taking forever for her to get down here. I wonder if this is what Deja felt when she leveled me.
I'm leaning against the wall, gulping air in and watching Deja slowly writhe. She is hurt, but not out cold as I hoped. Everyone is now silent, all of us fixated on the muscular woman in the turquoise panties when Judge Reynolds' voice cuts through the air "One!"
"Two!" Rebecca calls out, taking an excruciatingly long time. "Three!" She says after the same pause. I know this slow count was the reason I was able to get back into the fight earlier and if this was a standard regulation boxing match both of us would have been counted out well before the Judge even started her count. "Four!"
I see Deja slowly roll over to her side and get to her knees. "Five!" Rebecca calls out. She glares at me, she looks exhausted and hurt but her eyes are focused. Lily's deluge of insults start up again now that she knows her champion will be able to keep fighting.
Agent DuBois stays kneeling as the judge's count goes on, clearly resting and recovering as much as possible. Not repeating the mistake I made when I forced myself up as fast as possible. As Rebecca calls out "Seven!", I peel myself off of the wall and slowly make my way back towards the center of the courtroom.
Deja waits until the count of nine before she rises the rest of the way to her feet. We take stock of one another as we wait for Rebecca to return to her seat and for Haley to give us the command to resume.
The toll of the flight is evident on both of our faces and our bodies. We both look like we've been to hell and back but unlike before I knocked Deja down, now we both have our breathing under control.
"Fight!" Haley barks and we begin to limp towards each other ready to finish the other woman off. Despite nearly being knocked out a couple of minutes ago, Deja looks focused. Her boxing stance has returned to form somewhat and I can see her moving more strategically than she was when I goaded her into an all out brawl.
I know better than to let her use her technical skills to trap me in a corner again and decide that I'll need to stay on offense if I am going to finish off this tough bitch. I use my height and reach advantage, a quick jab snaps Deja's head back and keeps her out of range. I continue to harass her with more, making her earn every small combination that she is able to land as she focuses on my body.
Even though the pace has slowed and I am able to mostly keep her at bay, the bitchy boxer's brutalization of my belly and ribs is absolutely withering. I am fighting fatigue and my instincts to cover up my belly as much as I can, but my hands inevitably drop. The worst part is that, as slowly as we are both moving, I can see it coming but it feels like a bad dream where you can't make your body listen to your mind. I feel the full force of Deja's right hand slam into my eye. I stagger backwards but don't fall, drawing a look of astonishment from the black woman.
In an act of sheer willpower and desperation, I lunge towards the shorter woman. Again, trying to force another clench where I can drag this fight back into the gutter and limit her ability to pound away at me using her superior skill at the sweet science.
Just as my arms are beginning to wrap around my foe, I'm stopped dead in my tracks when Deja's fist connects just below my bellybutton like a wrecking ball. The impact from the punch sends the breath from my chest and short circuits my body, I immediately collapse onto the shorter woman. I am virtually draped over the shorter woman, gasping for air. My arms dangling uselessly as Deja unloads mercilessly on my tummy over and over until she allows me to flop unceremoniously onto the canvas covered floor.
I can hear my feet involuntarily kicking the mat in pain as I lie ass up on my knees, forehead pressing into the floor, clutching my obliterated abdomen and moaning in agony.
"No.. more... No... more..." I silently mumble into the canvas. My will is broken. I feel tears beginning to well in my eyes. Everything hurts, from my jaw and my swollen eyes to my ribs and belly with every breath. This time wish I didn't have to wait for Rebecca to slow walk her ass down here and count me out, it's just going to prolong my humiliation. I just want this to be over.
"One!..." Judge Reynolds calls out after what felt like an eternity. About damn time, I think to myself. Let's get on with it. The less I have to hear Lily's cackling laugh and tired insults, the better.
"Two!.." I can't imagine how insufferable that irritating cxnt will be now. Especially towards Leticia. This is all my fault. The Priestess barely knew me before this and she put herself through all of this for me and I failed us.
"Three!.." Then, there's Judge Rebecca Reynolds. For the life of me, I can't figure her out and she is about to own my catpin. Who knows what kind of bullshit she's gonna put me through? Oh Kelli, what have you gotten yourself into, girl?
"Four!.." I can't beat this fucking arrogant, smirking bitch. Not in this boxing bullshit. I damn near knocked her ass out when it turned into a fight but as long as we had to stay within the conventional rules, she kicked my ass.
"Five!..." Wait.. I did almost knock her out. Yes, I can beat her. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get up, girl! I shake my head to clear the cobwebs. Get. Your. Ass. Up.
"Six!..." I start attempting to get up. Putting my fists on the ground and getting to all fours. Shit! My fucking stomach is aching. She beat the fuck out of me. I hope my aching ribs are only bruised.
"Seven!..." I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. The pain as my abs engage and I try to get one foot up is extreme, but I'm Kelli Rose.
"Eight!..." my whole body is rebelling against me. Too tired. Too sore. Too much pain. No! Fuck that! I am getting up.
"Nine!... " I am the Fyrecracka. I get my second foot on the ground. I'm shaking and trembling but I'm on my feet. I can see Rebecca looking at my eyes silently questioning if I can still fight. I nod back. I'm Kelli Mother Fucking Rose, hell yes, I can still FIGHT!
I'm standing but barely. I can feel myself swaying and staggering as Rebecca makes her way to her high back leather chair and we await Haley's command to resume. Deja is looking me over, arrogance and contempt evident on every square inch of her compact, powerful body. Tonight has proven that she is a vastly superior boxer, but I'm not intending to use what little I have left to try and change that fact or engage in any more of this boxing nonsense.
I see Haley is almost in position to restart us. I take one last ragged breath. I silently tell myself "Aim for the one in the middle, Kell", then exhale.
The well endowed heavyset blonde woman looks each of us in the eyes and shouts "Fight!"
I let out a banshee like scream, charging the prideful pugilist in a rage and unleashing a furious barrage of my leather covered weapons of mass destruction. I catch Deja completely by surprise. She eats my first wild ass, leaping haymaker and is reeling backwards protecting her head as the next five or six punches find their marks hitting her belly, tits and ribs.
I continue to attack with overwhelming aggression, driving her back until she slams hard into a wall with her back. My feverish rally has lasted all of twenty seconds but now it's me who has her trapped in the corner. I continue to waylay the dark haired woman while I have the advantage, hoping that one of these punches will find this bitch's "off switch". I'm not getting any great shots in but I see a new cut open over her eye and a new trickle of blood from her lip.
I can feel myself losing steam and most of punches are crashing in to Deja's arms and shoulders. Then, I feel her first counter punch, a hard hook to my belly, land. She follows with another that I manage to block, but she is able to create enough space to get her back off the wall. I hit her with a quick, short uppercut to her tit and she reciprocates with one to mine. We both instinctively latch on to each other. For a moment our chests are pressed together, still fighting each other as our fists stop and we jostle for position.
Stuck in the slow, grinding grapple, I feel the last of my adrenaline wane... and so does Deja. She muscles me into the wall and we swap places. I'm completely spent now and she knows it. She plants her left glove on my chest, holding me in place as she measures a huge right. My hands are too heavy and I can't get them up. Her fist collides with my jaw, I eat two more before I slip away and I stagger unsteadily towards the middle of the room.
My arms feel like dead weight, but I manage to sling a looping right towards her. She easily ducks it and punishes me with another single right to my ribs. My body contorts around the impact as I focus on keeping myself upright. I can see that Deja is hurt and too exhausted to unload on me with combinations like she did when we started. Her ample chest is heaving rapidly and I can see her telegraphing her next move.
Though I knew she was aiming that big right for my left eye, I can't do anything about it. My hands won't raise to block it. My feet won't move to dodge it. Her glove hits flush and my eye instantly swells the rest of the way closed as I stagger around again, somehow not falling over.
Deja looks almost stunned that I'm still standing. She recovers and starts to load up for another big right. I'm glaring at her with the one eye I can still see from and manage to get my gloves up as I try to will my muscle to throw one more punch.
"Fuck... ing... fall... down... bitch.." Deja hisses, letting loose with her loaded up right hand. Her punch sails just over my gloves and crashes into my nose. My knees buckle and I nearly collapse, stumbling around before I manage to steady myself somewhat.
The dark skinned woman's face is wearing a look of shock and confusion as her bludgeoned and oxygen depleted brain tries to process the fact that I'm still in my feet. She is flat footed and her hands are down as she stares at me in disbelief. Here's my chance.
Then I realize that I'm not even upright, my hands are limply by my sides. My body isn't listening. I see Deja's dark eyes regain their focus. I maintain my defiant, stubborn one eyed glare until I feel her right slam once more into my blindside and everything goes dark.
"Seven!...." The sound of Rebecca's voice is the first thing I hear. My eye flickers open momentarily and I see the shadowy form of the topless judge begin to come into focus.
"Fuck yes!... lay there and bleed... you homewrecking whore!" Fucking loudmouth Lily. I hate it that she is getting to see my laid out, flat on my back, spread eagle on the floor in front of her. I can't let her have this.
"Eight!..." I try to lift my head and it falls back down. I turn my head to the side. My eyes searching for... well... anything. Some form of inspiration or motivation. Hell I don't know. Then I lock eyes with Leticia. Her hand is covering her mouth, her eyes are welling and she looks concerned. She tries to muster a smile and gently shakes her head as if she is imploring me to stay down.
"Nine!..." I close my eyes and let my body relax completely and accept the inevitable. I know that Letty and I will suffer humiliation at the hands of Lily and Deja. I know that I most likely will be too sore to get out of bed tomorrow and too bruised and beaten to leave the house for several more days. What I don't know is what Judge Reynolds sentence will be. "..Ten!..."
The bell rings and my heart sinks. All of the chaos of the fight ceases with the bell replaced by calm. It now official. I lost. Agent DuBois has defeated me. I was knocked out. I have been found convicted. For several seconds the courtroom is completely silent but for the sounds of Deja and I breathing.
I feel the victorious woman's foot press down firmly, flattening my tits. My eyes are still closed but I know it is Deja striking her well earned victory pose. Even Lily is being unexpectedly quiet. Though I can practically feel her gloating as the victorious woman's foot continues hold me on the ground.
I continue to lie flat on my back with Deja continuously adjusting her weight and foot placement. I assume while Lily joyfully has her phone filming the event and trying to capture my defeat from every possible unflattering angle until I hear the Judge's voice. "Enough... I am ready pronounce the verdict..." I open my eyes and see Haley motion everyone to the center of the courtroom.
Haley instructs us all to our positions. Lily and Deja standing a few feet in front of Leticia and I as we kneel before them. I can barely manage to kneel and Letty steadies me as Judge Reynolds begins.
"Mrs. Kelli Rose, you have been found guilty of violating the rules of the Catpin in a trial by combat. You and your counsel, Mrs. Montez, are aware of the immediate ramifications of your loss to Ms. Dubois. Ladies... prepare to pay homage to tonight's victors as was decided during the pretrial motions. Mrs. Crowley, once everyone is ready, administer the ten count. We will proceed with sentencing immediately afterwards." Rebecca steps back and Haley moves in.
I drop my head as Deja closes the short gap between us, avoiding eye contact with my conqueror. She grabs my chin and lifts my face, forcing our eyes to meet. She turns my head back and forth roughly, inspecting the damage she did to me. "I fucked you up good, huh?" She says with an arrogant smirk and chuckle even though her face is far from unscathed after the war we just finished.
"Would you like Mrs. Rose to wipe the blood from her face?" Haley inquires in a businesslike manner. Her words, along with Deja's, terrify me. How bad is it? I realize one eye is swollen shut and the other isn't much better. I also remember that I had a bloody nose and a busted lip.
"Hell no... I want her just like this.." The sadistic smile on her face and they way she seems to enjoy looking at her fists' handiwork, rekindles my defiant spirit and I manage to glare into her dark brown eyes as best I can with my face in its current state.
"You are a stubborn cxnt aren't you, Kelli?" Deja smirks again as she begins to lower her sweat soaked turquoise panties and expose her bare, freshly shaven womanhood to me. She inches closer until I feel my warm, wet breath reflecting off her ebony kitty and smell the scent of her obvious arousal.
"Mrs. Rose, I can't start my count until your lips touch Ms. Dubois' skin." Haley says with a hint of sympathy in her voice. I swallow hard once more. Then press my lips to Deja's naked pussy. "One..."
As the big, bare chested blonde continues the painfully slow count, Deja's fingers grip my hair and pull my face in tight. I feel her body tremble and hear her every moan as she uses my face for her own personal pleasure. I smell her essence and feel her open up, her now soaking wet pussy grinding rhythmically against my lips. Thankfully, Haley calls out "Ten!..." before she reaches orgasm.
Before I even have a chance to pull my face away from Deja's throbbing womanhood, she yanks my hair and twists my head, forcing my eyes to meet hers. "Worthless bitch... I couldn't even get off on your fucked up face.." she sneers before roughly using her grip on my hair to dismissively toss me away from her body. I immediately collapse into a panting heap. Utterly humiliated and too exhausted to do anything more.
Lying on the ground, my eyes find Leticia and Lily. My ex husband's wife is standing proudly, still gripping my attorney's hair as she kneels before her. The two women are locked in a hate filled stare down. It's plain from the looks on each of their faces that this evening has only stoked their dislike of each other and they are going to have to settle their issues in the near future.
Judge Reynolds, again wearing her black robe, has descended from her perch and is standing in the center of the courtroom. "Ms. Dubois, Mrs. Graham, please step back.. Mrs. Montez, can you assist your client to her feet?"
"Ok, Kelli.. I know it hurts but we gotta stand up now, girl." Letty softly whispers while she gently helps me to my feet. I give her a nod conveying my most sincere gratitude before turning to face the Judge, my arm draped over the Latina's shoulders as I use her like a crutch.
"Kelli Rose... also known as The Fyrecracka, having been judged guilty and convicted here tonight, I am sentencing you to a term of probation for five fights of my choosing- or one year, whichever comes first. You may continue to wear your catpin and fight whom ever you please but you must answer any of my requests in a timely manner. You will not refuse, petition or otherwise negotiate my requests and you will fight who, when and how I order you to, without question. If you violate these terms, you will be brought before this court again and subject to harsher sanctions. Do you understand me, Mrs. Rose?"
"Yes, your honor, I understand." I say, my head humbly bowed.
"The trial of Kelli Rose has been concluded and court is adjourned." Haley barks before Judge Reynolds turns and leaves the courtroom.
Lily is absolutely giddy, yet her eyes are still boiling over with the hate she has for me as she starts in. "How'd you like that, you homewrecking cxnt-"
"Silence!" The big blonde cuts the rude bitch off. "Mrs. Graham, you will control yourself. You and Ms. DuBois will gather your belongings... quietly and quickly. Then leave." She is facing Lily and towering above her when she finishes. Lily's face contorts like a spoiled child's whose favorite toy was just taken away and she slinks away.
Leticia nearly carries me to our side of the room and my clothes then helps me get dressed. I've reached the point where all of the adrenaline is gone and the pain and soreness is settling in. Everything hurts. Deja absolutely destroyed my ribs and my abs. Every fucking breath is a struggle and any movement I make sends twinges of pain throughout my torso. That might be the most brutalized part of my body but I'm even more concerned with what she did to my face. I am actually grateful that there are no mirrors in this room, I am scared of what I may see looking back at me.
"You ok?" Letty says after getting me into her Range Rover then settling into the driver's seat and letting out a long sigh.
I'm looking at myself in the mirror of the visor. It's not pretty but not as bad as I feared. Both of my eyes will be black, one is swollen, I have a couple of superficial cuts near my eyebrows. My nose while bloodied, looks normal and my bottom lip is split and fat. A little extra makeup, a hat, some sunglasses and four or five days, and I'll be back to normal.
"I will be... How about you, Letty? I didn't know you would have to go through all of that. I can't thank you enough." I've been so caught up in how much agony I am in that I completely forgot that she did endure quite a bit of punishment herself in the opening arguments against Lily. What those two women did to each other's tits was one of the most inhumane and purely hate fueled things I've witnessed in a fight.
I let out a long sigh, composing myself before I continue. "I'm so.... so... sorry. I owe you big time. If there's ever anything you need, I'll be there." Reiterating what I told her just before my fight and meaning it even more now.
"I'm sorry I couldn't do more... Those bitches had a plan. Those rules were definitely in her favor. One thing is for sure, Lily and I are going to have to fight. I just can't stomach losing those contests to her and her smug ass attitude...." The Priestess says. I can feel the anger just beneath the surface. She really hates Lily Graham. So much more than I ever have.
"That is something I probably can help you with... one way or another." After all, I did defeat Lily. So I do know a thing or two about how she fights and if there was ever anyone on this planet that could goad her into anything, it's me.
"I know and I'll find you when it's time." Leticia and I talk all the way back to my place. Commiserating about our losses tonight. My ribs. Her tits. We share our stories about fights we've lost. We cry a little and eventually laugh a lot. Even though it hurts.. a lot. We even spend nearly another half hour in my driveway swapping 'What an evil bitch, Lily is' stories.
I really like Letty. If I gained a friend like her, then this ass kicking I took tonight wasn't a total loss. To think it wasn't that long ago that her and I were naked in front of a bunch of rich men trying to crush each other into submission. Now we've spent another evening together on the Catpin battlefield and we are talking like lifelong friends.
It's well past midnight once I get home and Jake is waiting for me at the door. I don't have to say anything. He knows I lost and rushes to hold me. I let it all out, bawling into his chest until there's a wet mess of my ruined makeup and smears of blood on his t-shirt. I finally look up at him and he kisses my forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up... I saw you and Mrs. Montez pull up. Your bath is already waiting for you... looks like you could use it."
"Thanks, babe..." He smiles and picks me up, carrying me to our bathroom and my waiting bath. He delicately cleans me and treats all of my injuries and bruises- which were considerable after this fight. I describe what happened and enjoy him hanging on my every word. Win or lose, every time I tell him about my battles I see the growing bulge in his pants. But tonight, unlike most of my fights, there's no wild passionate sex, or even gentle lovemaking. Just him making me as comfortable as possible and taking care of me. I hope this doesn't become the norm, but it's what I needed tonight.
Even though I'm exhausted- physically, mentally and emotionally, I just can't seem to fall asleep. I'm thinking of what lies in store for me next. What will Rebecca do? Who will she have me fight? When will Lily and Letty fight? Will I be there? Will Lily and I fight again? There's so many questions going through my head right now and a lot of the answers are out of my control. What I do know is that I have a new, true friend, an awesome husband and no intention of stopping this crazy hobby. I am ready for whatever adventure awaits me.
