Speaking of breastfeeding women fighting. I found on my hard drive the story. I did not write this story, but I quote it because it is good.
Dani was still amazed at the situation she found herself in, standing bare-breasted, in a thong and stockings, in front of a crowd of men she’d never met, facing a woman she had to fight.
A mother of two, with one of the children a baby born only three months earlier, in her early 30s, she was a stay-at-home mom now but until the recession had been a real-estate agent. Her Southwestern town, however, had been gutted when the housing price bubble burst, and she and her husband Scott, a mid-level IT manager, were struggling to keep their home and maintain their middle-class lifestyle. Their situation was getting desperate. She couldn’t find work, and didn’t want to go back to work full-time anyway so soon after having her baby. So when a woman approached her at her gym with a very unusual proposition while she was working out at her gym during a precious hour of leisure (Scott couldn’t watch the baby long because she was nursing and wouldn’t take a bottle), Dani was willing to consider an idea she would have been offended and frightened by a few years earlier.
The woman, a very fit-looking older brunette named Maureen, had been staring at Dani all through her workout. Dani was a pretty blonde, 5’3” and about 120 lbs before the baby, but had gained about 35 lbs during her pregnancy, and was struggling to lose the last 15. Much of the weight was in her 34d breasts, which attracted a lot of attention under normal conditions, and even more when she was nursing. So when the older woman walked over to her as she sweated on the treadmill and said “Hi” with a broad smile, she had the wrong idea that she was being hit on.
“You’re looking great!” said the older women. “I’ve been watching you work off that baby-belly for a few weeks now. Congrats on your progress! You’re gorgeous.”
“ Thanks! But, um, no offense, but I’m straight and not looking,” she told the woman, not offended (in fact, a bit flattered) but not wanting to lead her on.
“No offense taken!” laughed the older woman. “I’m straight too, although if I wasn’t, you might be in trouble. No, I have a different kind of proposition for you, if you’ll hear me out.”
She explained that she scouted for a group of wealthy men who had a rather strange pastime: watching untrained women fight. And Dani was just the type they were looking for right now- a petite, pretty, new mom.
“It’s weird, but very lucrative, sweety,” she said, as they sat at the coffee shop next door. “These guys pay the ladies a lot, but expect a lot. You get $10,000 to fight. The winner gets $150,000.”
Dani nearly choked on her coffee. “$150,000? Are these guys crazy?”
“Maybe. But a lot of men get off on watching women fight. These guys have the money to pay for their little predilection.” $150K! That would pay off their car loan, their credit cards, and much of their mortgage! It was enough money to change their lives forever.
Maureen went on to explain that they staged fights about once a month. About 40 well-heeled businessmen and professionals put up the money, and she found the women. Her assignment this month was to find two nursing mothers to pit against each other. The fights had no rules except no eye gouging. The untrained women they hired to fight were allowed to kick, punch, scratch, and bite. The fights were topless, and went on until one woman gave up or was knocked out.
Dani felt her face turning red and her heart beginning to pound. To viciously fight another woman, topless in front of a crowd of men, was something she’d never imagined doing in her wildest dreams (or nightmares). The idea was revolting, yet arousing. She felt her nipples harden and found, to her surprise and horror, that the idea was making her wet. She listened intently as Maureen continued.
“The fight has to be absolutely real. You won’t meet your opponent until she’s in the ring with you, so there’s no chance to arrange anything with her. She’ll need the money as much as you, so you have to assume she’ll do anything to win. Because the women are untrained and not athletes, the most serious injuries we’ve had have been broken noses, mild concussions, or cracked ribs. And the winner is pulled off the loser as soon as she submits or is knocked out. But there is certainly some risk of worse. And husbands and boyfriends aren’t allowed in the room- they tend to interfere and try to stop the fight if their lady is losing. These men are paying a lot to see the fight go to its conclusion, and there’s a special conclusion.”
She paused.
“What’s the special conclusion?” asked Dani.
“The losing woman has to service all the men.”
“Service all the men?” Dani gasped in horror.
“Yes, she’s the plaything of all the men that want her, however and as often as they want, for an hour after the fight ends. And after watching two women beat each other silly, they are very ready. This is the way each fight ends. The winner can stay and watch if she wants. Most do- by the time these fights are over, the woman you’re fighting is your worst enemy, and the winners usually enjoy watching the men abuse the loser.”
“So the loser gets beaten up and has to do every guy in the room for $10K?”
“Yes. And the winner walks back to her husband with $150,000.”
Dani had never heard of anything so bizarre. She was revolted, yet aroused. The idea of fighting another woman bare-breasted in front of a crowd of paying men excited her more than she could ever have imagined. But what if she lost? Being essentially gangbanged by as many as thirty men! How horrible! She never even fantasized about something like that.
“Dani, this could change your life, but you need to decide by tomorrow. If you agree, the fight will be the following Saturday night. I’ve already got your opponent lined up. She’s exactly your weight, an inch shorter, and is nursing a 4-month-old. She’s a lawyer, of all things, but is very interested in both the fight and the money. I think you’re in a bit better shape, but it looks like a pretty even match. She hasn’t fought since middle school.”
“God, I don’t know!” said the pretty blonde.
Maureen gave Dani her number, and then stood up. “Call me tomorrow, sweetie.” She smiled. “You look like an adventurous lady. I’m guessing you’ll do it.”
Dani drove home in a semi-daze. What would it be like to punch, kick, and claw another woman, topless, in front of a roomful of strangers? She’d never been in a fight in her life. But she was shocked by how arousing she found the idea. All her life she’d been taught and conditioned to suppress her competitive feelings about other females- to actually fight one physically was a powerfully attractive proposition. And for $150,000! That would change everything! By the time she pulled into her driveway, she had decided to do it.
That night, in bed after the kids were asleep, she told Scott what had happened. His eyes widened as she ran through the whole proposition. She was less surprised than she might have been before that day’s events to find that he was flushed and erect by the end of her story. But he said the right things, begging her not to do it.
“God, you could be injured. And if you lose, to be raped by a crowd of men, Dani, how can you even think of this? And I can’t even be there to help you?”
She explained, more calmly than she felt, that they needed the money badly, and that she wanted to do this for her family. She did not mention her arousal at the idea. But the frantic sex they had at the end of the conversation left neither one in doubt that the other was aroused by more than the standard Friday-night marital intercourse.
She phoned Maureen the next morning. “I’ll do it,” she said, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth.
“I knew you would!” chortled Maureen. She ran through the rules (none, really) and consequences again, and gave Dani the address. She told Dani to wear a blouse and skirt, stockings, heels, and her best lingerie.
“Sounds like date night with 30 men!” said Dani grimly.
“For one of you, I’m afraid it is. You can still back out.”
“No, I’m going through with this.”
“Before then, you should watch some videos of real catfights on YouTube or Dailymotion.” She mentioned some producers like Crystal Films. “You need to know what a real fight between women looks like.”
As soon as she got off the phone, she called Scott, and they searched for catfight videos, watching several topless fistfights that were like what she expected to be having next week. The Crystal Films fights were clearly real, and some were brutal affairs, with the woman kicking, punching, and pulling hair for10 or 15 minutes until one gave up or fled in tears. Often, the winner seemed to be the one whose stamina held out longest, allowing her to mount and punch her exhausted opponent’s face and breasts. Dani was both shocked and aroused by the ferocity of these fights- but knew, with so much more money at stake, hers would be worse.
“God, is it really worth going through this?” asked Scott? “Are you willing to have your breasts bitten for $150,000? Do you see what those women are doing for 1%, maybe, of the money you’ll be fighting for?”
“I don’t want my tits bitten, but I’ll bite hers if that’s what I have to do to get us the money, and avoid getting gang-raped!” she replied grimly. Then she ran her hand over his crotch, feeling his rock-hard cock. “I hope that’s from the idea of me biting her, not her biting me!”
As soon as the baby was fed and sleeping and the toddler down for her nap, Dani yanked down Scott’s pants, lifted her skirt, and pegged herself on to him. The rest of the week passed in a blur of training, catfight videos, and voracious sex whenever they could get a minute alone.
Saturday night finally arrived. A car arrived to pick Dani up. Scott was not permitted to come, and anyway, had to stay with the kids- she wasn’t going to come home after a brutal fight, or worse, and pay a babysitter! She was driven to a dark industrial mall in an anonymous suburb. The car pulled up at a warehouse with about 30 expensive vehicles parked outside- BMWs, Jaguars, Mercedes, and others. Dani, heart pounding, was escorted by the driver to a steel door with CCTV camera mounted above. The door opened, and she was met by Maureen, who hugged her and said “Hi gorgeous. Are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Dani was so nervous she could hardly speak.
“Sweetie, if it’s any consolation, she’s as nervous as you are!”
That was indeed a consolation. The other woman was as afraid as Dani was! She had to capitalize on that fear, show nothing but aggression, and fight like a tigress. If she could, she wanted to knock the bitch out in the first 5 minutes.
Maureen escorted her to a dressing room a few steps from the entrance. It was well-appointed, with a sofa, sink, shower, full-length mirrors, and dressing table on which stood a bottle of champagne, open and on ice, and a bouquet of roses. “Compliments of our sponsors. I’d suggest you have one glass of bubbly to relax a bit. But save the rest for after you win!”
“If I win!” replied Dani grimly.
“Get yourself ready, hun. I’ll be back for you in about 10 minutes.” She looked over the young blonde approvingly. Dani was wearing a light blue silk blouse, rather low-cut but not something you couldn’t wear to an office, and a black mini cut to her mid-thigh. She had on black stockings, lace bra, and thong underneath, and wore black stilletoes. “You look hot! They’ll be anxious to see more!”
Maureen left Dani for a few minutes. She appraised herself in the mirror and thought the men were going to get their money’s worth- she was a pretty mother-next-door type, and her already large breasts were engorged, bulging in her top, as she had last nursed over 2 hours ago now. She winced at the thought of them getting punched or scratched, or worse, bitten- they were tender and sore enough as it was! She grabbed the champagne bottle, poured herself a glass, and drank it in a gulp. It was the first alcohol she’d had since becoming pregnant, and it coursed through her like an electric shock. She raised her fists like a boxer and looked in the mirror. The petite blonde beauty looking back at her, ready to fight, looked fit and determined. She imagined the feeling of her fists hitting the other woma’s face, and suddenly couldn’t wait for the fight to begin!
A few minutes later, Maureen returned. “Showtime!” She whispered, then led Dani put of the room and down a dark corridor into a large, brightly lit room in which about 30 well-dressed men stood around the walls. They ranged in age from their late 20s to late 60s; they looked very prosperous, and some were very good-looking. They cheered and whistled as she entered, and she could feel herself blushing. Maureen led her to the center of the room, which was spare and clean, with white walls, a carpeted floor, and no windows.
“Gentlemen, meet Dani! This lovely blonde realtor and mother of two, one only 12 weeks old, stads 5’3 and weighs in at 135 lbs, well on the way back to her pre-pregnancy weight of 120. Gentlemen, I’ve seen her in the gym and can assure you that much of the extra weight is in her lovely 34ds! You’re going to get a wonderful show!”
Maureen left Dani alone in the middle of the room to get her opponent. Dani blushed furiously as the men appraised her, commenting favorably on her face, breasts, and legs. Within two minutes. Maureen returned with a big-breasted brunette, maybe an inch shorter than Dani. She wore a red silk halter top and a very short black miniskirt. She had long straight black hair, about shoulder length, in a pony tail. Like Dani, she wore black stockings and very high heels. The men cheered and applauded, as they’d done for Dani.
“Gentleman, Janine, a lawyer by training, is also 135 lbs, and stands 5’2 when she isn’t in stiletto heels! She has a beautiful 36d bust, and is the mother of one nursing four-month-old.”
She continued, “Ladies, please remove your blouses and bras now.”
The two young women took a few deep breaths. Dani unbuttoned her blouse and Janine pulled the halter over her head. They waited. “Bras please, ladies, right now!” said Maureen, with a smile. “These gentlemen are eager to see more of you!”
Both women grimly unhooked their bras and handed them to Maureen, to thunderous cheers and piercing whistles. Dani was embarrassed and blushing, but felt proud of her large but pert breasts. Janine, also red of face and chest, had somewhat more pendulous breasts. Dani imagined sinking her fists in them, and her already hard nipples stiffened. She stared directly at Janine, clenching her fists. Janine returned her stare. Dani felt that Janine looked hard and cold. Janine felt a surge of envy for the blonde’s firmer breasts, and imagined her hands in Dani’s wavy blonde hair. The two women, who might have become friends over coffee after a PTA meeting, were learning to hate each other.
“Ladies, please remove your shoes and approach me.” Maureen beckoned them and they approached her in the middle of the room. She took their hands and drew them together until their erect nipples brushed against each other. They stared into each other’s eyes, each trying to intimidate the other.
“You know why you’re here,” Maureen continued. “You’ve agreed to fight in front of these men until one of you submits to the other, or can’t continue. The loser will receive $10,000. The winner will receive $150,000. The only rule is that you can’t gouge your opponent’s eyes. You may punch, kick, scratch, or even bite her, anywhere, if you wish. Do you understand and agree to these rules?”
Both women nodded.
“The loser, as a consequence of her defeat, will be fucked by any man here who wants her, for up to one hour after the fight. She may be taken vaginally, anally, or orally, and cannot refuse any man until that hour is up. Do you freely agree to these conditions?”
They nodded again, more tentative now.
“Then ladies, please take two paces back, face each other, and prepare to fight when I give the signal. We’ll start in a moment.”
The women stepped back, faced each other, and raised their small fists. Suddenly they heard the sound of a crying baby being played over a loudspeaker. In horror, Dani felt her milk let down almost immediately. She looked at Janine, who burst into tears as the same happened to her. Dani felt tears of rage and humiliation well up in her eyes too. The bastards! But then, Maureen shouted “Fight!” The men cheered wildly. It was on.
The two young women faced each other, fists raised, both already weeping with rage and humiliation as milk trickled down their swollen breasts and the men cheered and shouted for them to attack. Although she’d never been in a fight as an adult, Dani was determined to overwhelm the brunette as quickly as possible. The lesson she’d learned from watching the Crystal Films video was to attack fast and relentlessly. She rushed at Janine and began to punch her with awkward jabs. She connected with first with her mouth and then with her right breast, hitting a woman for the first time in her adult life. It felt wonderful, and the cry of pain that each landed blow elicited from Janine was music to Dani’s ears. The brunette was surprised by the ferocity of Dani’s attack, and tried to back away, but Dani grabbed her by the hair, yanked her towards her and began swinging roundhouse punches into Janine’s cheek and temple. The brunette was shrieking with pain and fear now, and Dani felt sure that she would be on the floor, out cold in a minute or two more. She beat Janine and tore at her hair enthusiastically, screaming “Do you give, bitch?” as the men cheered their approval.
But Janine, hurt and desperate, had other ideas. She screamed “Fuck you, whore!” and launched herself at Dani, driving her shoulder into her breasts and clawing her face with her nails. Now it was Dani’s turn to panic as the enraged brunette scratched her cheek and grabbed her hair, yanking as hard as she could, close to the roots. She pulled Dani’s head back viciously, pushing her against the wall as the men gave the young women space to fight. She grabbed Dani’s throat with her other hand and started to choke her. Dani fell backward, hitting her head hard on the floor. Janine landed on top of her but lost her grip on the blonde’s throat. Stunned from the fall but relieved that she was no longer being throttled, Dani struggled desperately on the floor with Janine as the men crowded in around them. The women lay on their sides, each with one hand in the other’s hair. They punched and clawed each other’s swollen breasts with their free hands. Dani gripped Janine’s right breast with her nails and squeezed and yanked it as hard as she could. She wrestled herself onto the brunette’s belly, using Janine’s big tit as a hand-hold. Janine kept her grip on Dani’s hair, though, and managed to pull her down close enough that the blonde’s breasts dangled in her face. The brunette snapped her head up into Dani’s left breast and bit, catching her flesh below the nipple. Dani screamed and grabbed the brunette’s head with both hands, banging it on the floor and stunning her. In the process, her teeth released their hold on Dani’s tit. Dani rolled away, sobbing and clutching her breast, while Janine lay on her back, eyes glazed and breathing shallowly. The bite had bruised Dani but not torn her skin. Dani scrambled to her feet and kicked Janine as she was trying to stand, catching her in the side and knocking her down again on her stomach. Dani raised her foot to stomp on the brunette’s back, but Janine gathered her wits and rolled against Dani’s legs, clutching them. She got to her knees as Dani hit her head and shoulders ineffectually, then clutched at the waist of her skirt. To the delight of the men, the skirt and thong came down around Dani’s knees and she had to step out of it, naked now except for her black stockings.
Energized by having exposed the blonde so completely, Janine scrambled to her feet and began battering her naked opponent with enthusiastic but inaccurate punches to the belly, breasts, and head. Dani stood her ground and they traded punches and low kicks on their feet for about 5 minutes. The exhilaration of punching a woman faded quickly for each of them as their arms tired. Seeking easier ways to hurt each other, they clutched and tore at each other’s breasts, now slippery and sticky with milk and blood. Dani, desperate to break the stalemate, reached under the brunette’s skirt and raked her labia with her nails, then grabbed the front of Janine’s thong and yanked it up and forward. The material dug into Janine’s anus, then gave way as Dani stretched and pulled. Janine spun away from Dani, but the blonde caught her skirt and pulled it down, hobbling her. She tripped, falling to her hands and knees, her skirt around her knees and her pussy exposed to the men. Dani was exhausted but was determined to finish this bitch who had bitten her so viciously. She ran up and kicked Janine in the stomach, then pushed her onto her back, straddled her, pinned her arms under her knees, and began punching the brunette’s defenseless face, immediately closing one of her eyes and splitting her lower lip. Then she plunged her face into Janine’s breasts and bit hard, catching her right areola. Janine shrieked her submission. Maureen rushed over and pulled the blonde off her, raising Dani’s arm in victory.
“Now they all have to fuck her, right?” asked Dani.
“Yes hun. You can invite them if you want, but don’t hit her anymore. The fight is over.” Dani hobbled over to the defeated, weeping brunette and wrenched her legs apart, exposing her cxnt to the men.
“Fuck her! Every one of you!
The men, most of whom had already had their cocks out during the fight, masturbating, now crowded around Janine. They went at her from both ends, one fucking her while another rammed himself into her mouth. At the same time, others ejaculated on her breasts, face, and hair. Dani watched with deep satisfaction as they used her fallen enemy. She even insisting that they turn Janine over and enter her anally after about half an hour. Finally, all the men were satisfied- some had ejaculated in or on the beaten woman three or four times. Janine lay, covered in sweat, cum, milk and some blood, panting and silent, eyes closed, semen oozing out of her anus, vagina, and mouth..
Maureen helped Dani back to her dressing room as two men carried Janine out of the room. She slowly showered and changed. A man knocked on her door. “Amazing fight, Dani. Well done! Here’s your prize money.” He handed her a check for the biggest amount she had ever seen. A feeling of intense accomplishment flooded her. She had beaten a woman who was trying to hurt her worse than she had ever been hurt, and watched that women used by a roomful of men who might just as easily have been raping her.
After changing, she was driven home. He was expecting the worst, but still was shocked by her appearance. She was missing hair, had a black eye, swollen lip, and bruises all over her face and neck. She collapsed weeping into her husband’s arms and handed him the check. He watched in stunned silence as she hobbled to the baby’s bedroom, picked her up, and put her to her bruised and torn breast. It was both agony and ecstasy to nurse her. The next day, they deposited the check and paid off their debts and much of their mortgage.
Over the coming days, she told Scott everything about the fight. She had been kneed several times in the pussy and it was days before they could have sex, but when they were able to start, he never wanted to stop, begging her for every detail as he gently fucked her. She told him the story again and again, hardly believing it herself, except that the proof of it was all over her body.
A few months later, without telling him, she phoned Maureen, and said “I want to do it again.”
