The broken glass cut me. The worst were shards that embedded in my cheek and in my left breast, below my nipple. She dragged me up and flung me into the pit wall, my feet hitting glass as I went. She stepped through it, more carefully, and hit me in the face where the glass was stuck. It went flying, tearing my skin more as it went. She was more precise with her angle as she dropped her fist. Her knuckles drove the piece of glass in my breast in deeper.
Oh Jesus did I scream. I’d never felt pain like that before. Grinning, she pulled her arm back and desperately I clawed at myself and pulled the bloody shrapnel free before her fist flashed forward again. I took the vicious punch in the gash in my tit, but the glass was gone. Still in my hand, I slashed her stomach with it. She didn’t expect that, and I ripped her good.
We circled each other, Rina and I. We both stooped for a good piece of glass as we moved. She feinted at me, then slashed. I caught her wrist and stabbed back. She turned but I cut across her ribs before she captured my wrist too. Stalemated, our faces were a foot apart, both of us straining. Her nipples flicked across mine, an electric second that made me gasp. Rina said something, and spit in my eyes. The watchers hooted as it ran down my face.
“Fucking cxnt,” I gasped. I poured everything I had into pushing against her, twisting her wrist. She gave a step. Her head went down, her black hair in her face. Her knees bent, then buckled. I had her. On her knees, I rammed my knee into her face. It hurt, but it hurt her worse. Her black hair whipped, flinging sweat. My second knee split both her upper and lower lip. She still clutched both my wrist and her glass knife, but now mine hovered a few inches from one of her big black nipples, and her arm was trembling.
The crowd started chanting something, a rhythmic, musical syllable. I learned later it was the Thai word for blood. Rina sobbed, and for the first time I saw fear flicker in her black eyes. It felt good. No, it felt . .. powerful, and erotic. I wanted more of it. I wanted to bathe in it.
Her arm collapsed, but she twisted again and I stumbled forward, slicing my shard across the top of her breast but missing the mutilating strike I wanted. She turned her weakness into strength - as I unbalanced past her and went to my knees, she wrenched my arm back and up between my shoulder blades. Her body was on my back now, and it was her glass coming up only inches from my chest. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew the hate was back full strength. She leaned into me, the cutting edge in her hand now vibrating on the underside of my nipple, her bicep bulging.
Now I was the one with head down, wet hair in my face, sobbing with effort to keep her at bay. Sweat ran down my battered tits, dripping off the points of my nipples. She was so close the drops landed on her glass. I pushed her wrist back an inch, then another. Her breath was rasping in my ear. I turned my head as far as I dared, and bit down on the outer curve of her broad cheekbone. She shrieked, and jerked - her shard stabbed once, not deeply, into the underside of my breast - but I bit down harder. My mouth filled with her blood.
Once I’d hurt her enough, I opened my mouth with a gasp and she flung herself away from me. We both lost our make-shift blades in the frenzy. Rina was crawling, sobbing with pain and exhaustion. I landed on her back like a panther dropping from a tree on its prey, biting her again, this time where her neck sloped into her shoulder. Both my hands shot to her swaying tits, and crushed as hard as I could. She punched up into the top half of my face, desperate to break the bite, then opened her hand and drove her thumb into my eye again. I had to let go.
We slowly got to our feet, covered with blood and bruises and grit from the floor. The crowd noise beat on us in waves in that small hotbox of a room. The Shanghai shark had his hands up, calling for quiet. It took a minute, but the crowd settled to a buzz to hear him out. He spoke, a quick staccato burst, and they erupted again. He waved his hands until they subsided, then spoke directly to me. His English was perfect, a slight British accent.
“I said, for an American, you fight like an Asian bitch. I offered you and Rina an incentive now, one million baht, to the winner. I also said that if you win, I would find out if you fucked better than an Asian girl too. Rina did not like that part.” He smiled. The portion of the crowd who spoke English roared again.
I was wet before. Now I felt a golden drop slide from my pussy to mix with the sweat on my skin. I caught my bloody lower lip between my teeth and cupped my breasts. I whipped my hair back and turned to her, my back arched. I knew she knew enough English to understand what I was about to say.
“Fight my tits, Rina, you slut. Fight my tits until one of us quits. He will see what a weak bitch you are.”
She arched her back too. Her eyes burned. I was definitely not in Kansas anymore, as the cliche goes, but my eyes were just as hot as hers. Despite the pain and weariness I felt so alive then. The ultimate adrenaline high. We slammed together in the center of the pit.
My face was on the side of hers with her bitten-bloody cheek and shoulder, and the copper smell of her blood was intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around her ribs, and ground my tits into hers. Our nipples were trapped together as I crushed her dark boobs with mine. She dug her nails into my ass and humped back, her stomach slapping mine, her hard stubs rolling my nipples left and right.
Fuck, how could she be this strong still? I gave a step, then two. She snarled in my ear and pumped her tits into mine. Even though nothing traveled more than an inch or so, it hurt an indescribable amount. Men, just think of something ramming into your balls over and over, in hard pulses. It showed in my face because her fans in the crowd started chanting her name. I rolled my torso in a tight figure eight, trying to find an angle where it seemed like my nipples were hurting hers as much as she was hurting mine.
She locked her arms around my ribs now, a mutual front bear hug. She had a rhythm now, pounding my tits like she was fucking me. My back hit the pit wall, my legs spread wider than Rina’s, and now it really turned to a brutal sexual beating. Every time she thrust into me, her pussy hit mine, clit to clit. My abs were melting under her stomach battering mine and the first early swell of an orgasm, not yet inevitable but there, prowling outside my defenses. And God, her nipples were like rocks. I knew mine were going soft as hers relentlessly ground them. Between her crushing arms, the pain in my tits, and the heat in my pussy, I was gasping, jagged, irregular gulps of air.
A milk duct in my left breast burst, a small supernova of agony. My head fell back over the pit edge as I screamed, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes. She had maneuvered me right to the shark’s feet, so that he looked straight down at her tits dominating mine. Rina’s teeth were an inch from my displayed throat. “He still fuck me tonight, Kelly,” she said. If the prey animal is large, the tiger bites its throat to kill it.
