"Her name is Shweta. Indian. Can you take a look at her before she gets in the ring?"
The MAFIA boss whose desk I was standing in front of right now was actually a total pig. He made the slave wrestlers fight to total exhaustion and even let them compete with injuries. I was all the more surprised that I, as a doctor, was supposed to examine a new female fighter.
But I nodded and took the chance. My possibilities were limited, but I did my best. As a ring doctor, I was a collaborator in this perfidious system, and yet I was the only one who truly cared about the fate and well-being of the women forced into cage fights here.
"Take her to my infirmary. I'll check her out."
Half an hour later, there was a soft knock on the door and when I opened, standing in front of me was a pretty Indian woman in her thirties. She looked down at the floor while I couldn't help but admire her pretty body.
She had very sensual curves. Wide hips, ample breasts and a pretty bulging belly like that of a belly dancer. She was already in a provocative fighting outfit. Leather bra, thong, skirt and lots of ornamental jewelry made of chains.
"Come in Shweta. Sit down on the couch."
She already had bruises on her body and when I asked her where from, she told me they were from the training sessions in the ring.
"Do you have problems with your back?" She shook her head.
"Do you have problems with your cervical spine?" Head shaking again. She was scared out of her mind.
"You're very pretty and no doubt they'll want to have their fun with you after they beat you up in the cage." Silence.
"Take off your bra and thong. I need to examine you." She hesitated at first, but then unclasped her bra and shapely D cups fell out. I felt her breasts. It was warm and soft.
"Everything okay with your tits. Are they very sensitive?"
She looked at me confused.
"I ask because the breasts of female fighters here are often the target of attacks."
"Yes. They are sensitive."
I took an ointment and rubbed it on her breasts. The soft mass felt delightful in my hands and I got an erection. However, I did not let Shweta know.
"The ointment will numb your nipples a little. Then your match will be more bearable. Now take off your thong. I need to examine your vagina. They're going to fuck you and they don't want to get any diseases."
Tears rolled down her face and I gave her some time.
"Look: I'm not part of the mafia. I'm just looking out for your best interests. I'm a doctor. Feel free to show me anything, because the examination is nothing compared to what your opponents will do to you in the ring."
The pretty young woman now began to sob pathetically and cried even more. I took her in my arms and calmed her down. Slowly the sobbing stopped and she showed me her vulva.
She had a lush dark bush and when she spread her labia for me to take a swab, her sensual smell hit me. It was heavy and sweet and I could barely contain myself from fucking her immediately on the couch.
"Everything's okay. No fungus, no STDs." She put her clothes back on and I asked, "Where did they capture you?"
"I'm a tourist. I was in a bar at night with the tour group, but they gave me knockout drops. Then I woke up in a cell." Her Indian accent was cute and I felt terribly sorry for her because I really couldn't picture her as a fighter.
I nodded in understanding but couldn't help her because there was already a knock on the door and she was called into the ring.
I made my way to the expectant pack next to the cage. Even though I felt sorry for the wrestlers they had captured, the fights still excited me so much that I didn't want to miss them.
Indian music played and Shweta was led into the cage. Security held her tightly by the upper arm and she struggled and flailed as the door to the cage was opened. Men from the audience grabbed her, grabbing her tits and big butt. But the guy just laughed and pushed her inside.
Then the music changed and immediately two naked wrestlers came towards the ring. They wore only combat boots and their belts around their bellies. Their heavily hairy and lightly oiled bodies shone in the light of the spotlights. Inevitably, my eyes fell on their naked cocks. They hadn't even bothered to put on pants.
When they saw Shweta, the first one already got a boner on the way to the ring. Shweta backed into the corner of the ring while they entered the cage grinning and being celebrated by the bloodthirsty crowd. There was pure fear in their eyes.
DING DING! Oleg and Victor put their title belts aside and stretched.
The fight began and the first guy was already charging at her. At least 30 minutes of pain lay ahead of her. All previous tasks would not be accepted.
Victor was a bald, almost 2m tall, wrestler and already the first attack would level his opponent to the ground. He tried to take Shweta down with a Clothesline, but she expertly bent backwards away. Her flexible body formed a C, hands and feet on the ground. Victor hit the corner of the ring, unable to brake while the fighter got catlike to her feet, kicking him in the balls from behind through the legs.
SMATTTTTTTTTTTT! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHH! His big testicle and bare cock were hit hard. His tag team partner laughed uproariously at him, "You airhead!"
He faced her opponent more cautiously, wanting to grab her but Shweta ducked and slipped through his spread legs. Suddenly she was behind him and before he could react she had grabbed his balls and was squeezing them hard.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He howled like a wolf while his sensitive testicles were in her claws and bulging out between her fingers. He lashed out but hit nothing. Shweta forced him to his knees and the two guys were laughed at by the audience.
But now his partner came to his rescue and grabbed the Indian beauty by the hair.
He brutally pulled her to her feet and put her in a headlock. With her head pressed into his flank and already flushed from lack of air, he stalked her around the ring.
Hip Toss! Shweta flew through the air and landed ungently on her ass. A second later over 100kg of naked man threw himself on her and pinned her to the ground. But her opponent didn't let go of her, instead bending her body painfully backwards on the ring floor while clasping his hands under her chin.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Shweta cried out while Victor was sitting on her back by now. She could feel his testicles and his erect member. He was massively built and his almost a foot long penis matched his stature very well. He bent her spine brutally and her tits pressed against the material of the bra. Her second opponent bent down and slapped her hard. SMACK!"Bitch!" Then he reared up in front of her and kicked her chest with his combat boot.
SMACK! Of course, her breasts were in the way, crushed mercilessly under the force.
"GGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!"
SMACK! He second kick to the left tit followed. The bra was about to burst.
SMACKKKKKKKKKK! SMATTTTTTTTTTTTT! WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Three more kicks, sometimes left, sometimes right followed, ramming the sensitive breasts flat like pancakes against the rib cage. The bra could not withstand this and tore, her shapely brown tits fell into the open and the audience roared. The remains of her tops hung down to the sides while the chains dangled over her bare tits.
While the pretty fighter was still trapped in the Camel Clutch, her voluptuous belly caught my eye. Breasts and belly looked so perfect and erotic that it became very tight in my pants. Shweta looked like a model from a Kama Sutra book. Many guests had already taken the tails out of their pants, but as a doctor I did not want to give myself this nakedness.
Her second opponent was now kneeling in front of her and massaging Shweta's breasts. "Oh sorry sweetie. Did that hurt?" He took the chains and rubbed them over her stiff nipples until she gasped.
But his question was only rhetorical because he clenched his fists and rammed them alternately into her luscious D-cups.
SMACK! SMACK! SMATTTTT! CLOPPPPPPPPP!
Shweta screamed and moaned while the bare fists hit her tits and the breast flesh nestled around the knuckles of the attacking fists. The tits quivered, contorted and bounced back into shape. The ornamental chains did the rest, providing the extra dose of pain as they disappeared into her sensitive bosom.
Left-right-left-right....a full minute the guy pounded her bosom.
WHAMMMMMMM! She was let go and crashed her bare bust into the ring floor. Still sitting on her back was her opponent with his massive boner.
As he got up, she rolled the pretty wrestler off to the side, holding her aching breasts. They were heavily reddened and the areolas and nipples slightly bloody from the chain.
She didn't get much of a break, however, as she was pulled to her feet by her long black hair before the guys grabbed her crotch with one hand and around her neck with the other. The estimated 70kg lifted her effortlessly into the air before she went down with a suplex.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMM! Tits, belly and thighs trembled at the impact.
WHAMMMMMMMMMM! The second opponent took his turn, lifting her up and penetrating her pussy with his fingers before throwing her to the ground.
WHAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM! WHAMMMMMMM! WHAMMMMM!
After a total of five suplex throws, Shweta remained dazed, holding her spine.
"Oh sweetie! Does your back hurt?" Oleg laughed maliciously, lifted his nearly naked opponent in front of his stomach, then dropped to one outstretched knee.
Oh my god....this was all I could think as she slammed down hard on his knee and stayed there bent over in the shape of a C. Sweaty tits pointed to the ceiling and he stretched her chin and thigh into a position that wouldn't let her escape.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHMMMMMM!" The Indian moaned very sensually and I admired her beautiful breasts and very soft looking belly.
Viktor stood in front of her, intertwined both hands into a big sledgehammer and dropped to his knees while hitting her belly with all his force.
SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "OUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
The move made my stomach quiver and shockwaves went through the wrestler's sexy draped body. I could only guess if she had any abs worth mentioning. My cock jumped at hearing the impact and the long loud moan in my pants.
SMACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! "UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Victor took a wide swing, had his muscular arms above his head, and let the steam hammer ram into his belly button again.
SMATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! "GGGGGGGUUUUNGHHHHHHHH!" Shweta's belly and tits quivered as the audience counted along, "One....SMACK....two....SMACK.....three.....SMACK...four...."
My God did the impacts look sexy. Her opponent rammed his fists into her stomach for minutes, from her stomach to her ovaries. Shweta was spitting out saliva and gasping and I couldn't believe how much she was taking.
When he was done with the fists, he continued with the elbow. CLOPPPPPPPPPPPP! CLOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! WHOPPPPPP! He held the elbow in the belly stretched far inward for several seconds before letting go. Her erotic tan skin showed severe redness and the first bruises. Her arms hung limply to her sides and finally her second opponent threw her off his knee.
Both guys were visibly aroused and carried massive erections in front of them. They certainly wanted to finally fuck the girl, but then decided she hadn't had enough.
They helped her to her feet, grabbed her by the arms and flung her across the cage.
SLIRRRRRRR.....WHAM! I sweaty body was thrown sometimes into one side of the cage, then into the other. For a long time she was lifeless except for the screams and the open eyes. Victor again pulled her up by her sweaty hair, draped her in the ropes and tied her there while Oleg was handed a folding chair through the cage door....
KLANK....KLANK.....
He slammed the metal chair impressively to the ring floor and made it unmistakably clear where he would be using it soon.
Shweta was breathing heavily and her naked shiny breasts were rising and falling rhythmically. Her look had changed from fearful to defiant. Then Oleg took a swing: WHAMMMMMM! He thrashed the chair hard on both her tits!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The titty flesh danced wildly and the pretty Indian girl moaned in agony. Her body rocked hard in the ropes and Oleg handed the chair to Viktor. The second opponent took aim again and SMATTTTTTTT!
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" He rammed the back of the chair hard into her soft reddened belly. Her curves quivered and I almost feared the wrestler was going to throw up. But she didn't. Her face was pure pain. Oleg grabbed her thong and pulled it down her legs and the male audience went wild as they got to see the black pubic hair.
The two naked men had straining cocks again and obviously survived the first attacks on her testicles well. But now she wanted revenge. Oleg reached into Shweta's pubic hair and yanked. "Let's see what your pussy can take!"
He took the edge of the chair and rammed it hard into the Indian's vulva.
SMATTTTTTTTTTTT! "GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" What a scream! She jerked her head back in agony, but immediately another thrust hit her in the belly button as well as a third in the tits!
Her mouth was wide open in shock. She could not scream at that moment. Victor now stepped in front of her, lifted her up by her thighs and spread her legs. He couldn't wait any longer and rammed his powerful member into his opponent's cxnt!
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHH!" Shweta let out a deep grunt. Clearly she had never had such a huge cock inside her before. Her arms trapped in the ropes, held at the hips by her opponent she had no choice but to submit to her fate. Victor fucked her cxnt with relish, making her thick breasts and belly fat bob under his thrusts.
She had her eyes closed and her fists clenched, but what could she do?
SMATTT! SMATTTTT! BAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" While Victor fucked her, Oleg rained hard blows with his open hand on Shweta's sweaty skin. Her tits and belly got another spanking while she would be impaled on the thick cock.
SMATTT....SMATTT....the sounds of the blows and the clashing sexes mingled. What a sight to behold. Victor doesn't take long and pumped the Indian woman full of his cum. He roared like a bear as he came and dropped her.
She was hanging on the ropes and cum was dripping out of her cxnt. Then it was Oleg's turn: he freed her on the ropes and forced her to her knees. He thrust his thick lance into her mouth and she had trouble even beginning to swallow a cock that size. Shweta gagged but her opponent mercilessly shoved 32cm of penis down her throat.
My own cock twitched in my pants, but still I could control myself.
Oleg also reared up twitching and squirted his load deep into the throat of his opponent. Then he pulled his huge member out again. It dripped with saliva and sperm. Shweta breathed intermittently and collapsed onto the floor. I felt pity and arousal at the same time. But I could not help her. She didn't move and so I resolutely went to the security standing at the cage door.
"Open up! I need to check her out for a minute!"
The mobster just laughed at me and Shweta was already pulled to her feet and placed with her breasts on the top ring rope. Her bruised bust was bulging out to the sides and it was pressing her nipples painfully into her breasts. Victor wrapped his arms around her neck and the rope and fucked her while Oleg stood next to her, aimed and kicked her violently in the stomach.
WHAMMMMM!
WHAMMMMMMMMM!
CLOPPPPPPPP!
How much more could her stomach take? Her opponent's boot was merciless, destroying the last power her abs had left. Her body trembled and she wanted to drop, but Victor held her tight and the pressure on her tits on the rope became even stronger.
"AAAAAHHHHH.........AHHHHHHH.....MMMM!" Shweta moaned and suddenly took off. Victor had her stomach wrapped around him and threw her over his shoulder in a German Suplex.
WHAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! She hit, bounced in the air, and landed again. Breasts and belly swayed sexily and slowly came to rest. Her neck and upper back had taken a lot of energy from the throw and I hoped she was ok.
She lay panting on the floor and I covered my eyes as Victor suddenly ran over her, kicking her stomach as he did so, pressing his 120kg weight into her organs.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHH!" He stood completely in her stomach for a moment before running on.
Then Oleg did the same and Shweta just gasped and spat out saliva while her destroyed stomach muscles bulged completely inward.
She moaned and her body folded up a bit with each run across her stomach before collapsing back to the floor. I kept count: Her opponents ran over her belly at least ten times before giving her a break.
They picked her up, but she couldn't stand. So when Oleg was kind enough to support her from behind. Victor stood in front of her and clenched his fists. Her belly looked terrible: covered with bruises. I went after the cage and called out to him, "Grab her tits!" He grinned and nodded, but didn't realize my real goal - protecting her belly. She had already received so much spanking there that she couldn't take any more.
SMACK! SMAT! WHAPPPPP! Her breasts danced under the blows and sweat flew as he used them as punching bags again. I glanced at the clock. The fight, or beatdown, was approaching the 30 minute mark. Shweta just had to hang on for a little while longer.
She wasn't even screaming anymore and her eyelids were fluttering. Her breasts were swelling badly right now, the chains on her bra hanging in tatters damaging her breasts even more than the blows themselves.
Then her opponent took the chain and wrapped it around her right breast. The breast flesh spilled out and looked like a balloon about to burst.
"EHM...MM....." She whimpered softly. Oleg pulled the chains tighter and sucked on her swollen and bloody areola. He played excitedly at her nipple, ignoring the bell that indicated the end of the fight.
Both opponents were already stiff again and at least the physical torture had ended for them. Oleg set up the folding chair in the middle of the ring that Shweta had felt so often and hard before. They threw her belly-down on it and her tits dangled over the edge. Her sweaty ass shone under the spotlights.
He pulled her buttocks apart, exposing her wet holes, before stretching her vagina open again with his thick veiny cock. HMMMM....AHH.....the pretty fighter began to moan and her bottom quivered under the thrusts, her swollen breasts swinging and slapping into each other. The beginning of a long fuck began.
The crowd went wild and surrounded the cage....
I was pushed away and didn't see what was happening, but I was sure that they had opened the door and the spectators were pouring into the cage. I heard moaning, lustful screams. I went back to my infirmary because there was nothing more I could do here.
It took them half an hour to bring the Indian woman on a stretcher. She was completely naked, drenched in sweat and covered from head to toe in cum.
When the security left, I was left alone with her. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing regularly. Her belly and breasts were so badly swollen and littered with the marks of no less than two overpowering opponents, as I had never seen in a fight before.
My cock throbbed excitedly at the sight and finally I was able to get it out. I jerked it, but my conscience prevented me from using her already cum-filled cxnt as well. I gasped and went to her belly. The sperm rose in me and I exploded with my cream on her incredibly erotic body. The cream splashed into her belly button, ran down to the sides and mixed with the rest of the semen of an estimated 100 spectators.
No sooner had I regained control she suddenly looked at me with her big brown eyes....
