The atmosphere in the arena was electric. Spectators shouted in anticipation of the bloodbath about to take place in the cage. Behind the wire mesh stood two fierce beauties, nearly naked aside from the short/thong combo on the blonde and the tights on the brunette. Their hands were wrapped in bandages and they were raring to go and pummel the stuffing out of their opponent. The specialty of this fight was that both women were connected by a chain tied to the collars around their necks. Retreating more than a foot from your opponent was impossible.
Blonde Trisha and brunette Skylar had bested many in this cage and elsewhere. Neither of them had fought in a dog collar match before, however. They tried to hide their nervousness about this unknown territory both from their opponent and the audience. The gong sounded.
Skylar’s reflexes won out. She shot a straight into the blonde’s face. A satisfying noise of cartilage crunching under her fist filled her ears. Trisha stumbled back an inch or two as a parabola of blood gushed from her nose. But that wasn’t enough to make her dizzy and she countered with a hook that ripped open Skylar’s right cheek because she twisted her fist on impact. That trick had served her well over the years, indulging her and the audience’s sadistic desires. Skylar’s skin tore under the strike. Blood coated her cheek. Trisha followed up with a right hook that connected to the brunette’s left cheek. Before the bandaged fist could rip open her skin again, Skylar let herself fall backwards to break the connection.
Trisha had the presence of mind to pull her opponent towards her with the chain. Falling to the floor would be tactically disadvantageous for the fighter, she preferred to duke it out in an upright position. But she had underestimated Skylar’s quick thinking. The brunette used the momentum gained by the chain pull to smash a hook into Trisha’s face. The power of the strike knocked her backwards. This time Skylar held her opponent’s chain. She let the blonde bounce off her strikes to the face and pull her back in. Blood sprays gushed forth from Trisha’s broken nose.
After three or four repeats of this maneuver Trisha clinched Skylar to stop the barrage. The cold steel of the chain pressed against their hot and sweaty bodies. Skylar was just about to headbutt her opponent when a sharp pain shot up from her groin. It spread throughout her body and immobilized the brunette bruiser. Trisha rammed her knee upwards again into her enemy’s unprotected pussy. She figured another cxnt punt should down the bitch.
Instead Skylar put Trisha in a bearhug. The big naturals of the two beauties were pressed into each other. Sweat drops rolled down from the line where mammary met mammary. Trisha winced as Skylar’s hard nipples bored into hers.
“You think that cxnt bust did anything? I was fucked harder than that in high school.”
With that Skylar launched a knee into Trisha’s pussy. The blonde pinched an eye shut from the pain. A pain that didn’t let up after the initial shock, since Skylar kept the knee in place and started grinding the blonde’s sensitive spot.
“I’m gonna show you how to wreck a hole!”
Trisha held back tears, her womanhood was tortured that badly. However her mind pushed a realization through the pain. Her enemy was balancing on one foot right now. Thinking quickly, she shifted her weight and made the pair still locked in a bearhug fall towards the wire mesh. Skylar hit the cage wall first. She let go of the bearhug and grabbed the mesh to steady herself, otherwise she would fall down. The brunette noticed Trisha had grabbed the mesh to either side of her head too, fingers sticking through the holes for better grip. Then the blonde’s right foot crashed into her solar plexus. The air was forced out of Skylar’s lungs. She didn’t have long to gasp for air as Trisha began to grind her foot on her stomach, with a dirty grin on her face. The revenge was short-lived as the blonde boxed Skylar in the face once more. Dizzy from the combined assault, the brunette was unable to stop her opponent from turning her around, metal chain drooping over her shoulder. Trisha slammed Skylar into the wall, the fighter on the receiving end crying out as the mesh bit into her big tits. The audience yowled as the brunette’s twins were pressed into square protuberances. Trisha didn’t stop there, as she began pushing Skylar to her left and right. The other fighter’s tits were rubbed as if in a cheese grater. Soon the skin among her nipples was lacerated and blood drops welled up. A noticeable wet patch had formed on Trisha’s thong that glinted in the light of the cage lamps.
“What do you say? I KO you with a quick headlock if you eat me out. Give the people their money’s worth.”
Skylar answered by thrusting a foot backwards into Trisha’s wet patch. Droplets of girl juice flew through the air. The blonde cried out more in surprise than pain, even if the feeling of pain was augmented by the sudden disruption of her pleasure tingles. An elbow strike to her head followed, which made her crumple. Then Skylar spun around and slung the chain around the sinking fighter’s neck. She pulled on both ends. The chain constricted. Trisha’s eyes shot open. Panic gripped her. She clawed and pulled at Skylar’s arms, but no dice. Her face turned red. Skylar tightened the chain. Cool metal bit into the blonde’s neck. She could feel the air being squeezed out. Worse, she could feel her windpipe being crushed. Her face turned purple.
Skylar ceased the strangulation. She kicked Trisha away. The blonde fell flat on her back. Gasping and coughing, she tried to regain mental composure. There were black spots at the fringes of her vision. She looked up at her hated enemy who now unfortunately had the upper hand. The brunette held up both arms, soaking up the applause of the audience. Trisha noticed a wet patch had appeared on her tights.
“Choking you out is boring. I’ll get satisfaction before you’re down.”
To Trisha the words sounded like they were spoken through cotton. Her messed up senses were just one symptom of the sorry state she was in. She couldn’t get up, all her strength had evaporated. Skylar was standing over her head now. Looking straight up she could see how the patch became larger. First from the juices soaking the tights, then as Skylar lowered herself. She lady-teabagged her downed opponent. Her crotch pressed against Trisha’s nose. The patch made squelching noises while a pungent fragrance filled her nostrils.
“Does this smell turn you on?”, purred Skylar.
Her tights were stained red by Trisha’s bloodied nose. The blonde couldn’t fight back, couldn’t do anything to stop this humiliation. Skylar’s pussy was pressed to her nose too tightly, Trisha couldn’t chomp down on it. It was too much, tears escaped her eyes. Eventually Skylar stood up again. Trisha’s relief was cut short by her opponent’s obnoxiously triumphant voice.
“Now let me pay you back for going after my glorious tits!”
With that, Skylar jumped on Trisha’s rack. Her feet felt like hammers coming down on the blonde’s yielding flesh. Trisha cried out and spittle flew. Skylar examined her handiwork. The double impact had burst enough blood vessels to paint the downed fighter’s boobs dark-red. Then Trisha coughed up more saliva.
“Oh no! Please, let me help you.”
Skylar took off her tights and crammed them into Trisha’s mouth. They were soaked by the saliva.
“There, all better. Now… seeing you like this makes me pretty hot behind the ears.”
She lowered herself again and started fingering her bare pussy. Her breathing became moaning and finally she squirted into Trisha’s face. The blonde fighter was broken, both physically and mentally. That was the last humiliation, tears flowed down her cheeks freely. Skylar just laughed heartily.
Then the brunette placed her foot on her defeated foe’s head in a pose of victory. The gong sounded again. The match was over, the winner obvious.
An attendant stepped into the cage and removed Skylar’s collar. She walked circles around her crying enemy, hands in the air, and let the wild cheers of the audience wash over her.
