Christy's trip to the basement

[Janine_G]

Christy was 22 years old.  Wild, unrepentant and intense, she was different than anyone Charles had dated before.  And for Christy, Charles was different too.  For one thing, he was 35 years old.  For another, he was a banker, wealthy, intense, and always in a suit and tie during the day, but underneath his attire he was chiseled, healthy and hung like a bull.  And they had great sex.  Charles liked wild sex, with a little bit of a rough edge, and Christy was even further down that road.  After dating a while, Christy had started to meet many of Charles's friends.  Before she met Charles, she didn't have clothing that was appropriate for some of the black tie and high end events she went to with him, but after several months of him buying her dresses and gowns "as needed" he just helped her buy an entirely separate wardrobe.  Things were going great.  She was meeting several people in his firm and began to meet the wives.

Charles's direct boss was Kevin.  Kevin's wife was amazing, and one of Christy's favorite people in the firm.  Her name was Denise.  One evening at an event, Denise and Christy were in the bathroom and Christy noticed a bruise on Denise's back and then realized that her foundation was on very heavy, much heavier than usual.  Denise was 38 years old, and Kevin seemed delightful, but Christy lived in a world where that immediately raised her concerns.  Once the bathroom was empty she said to her new friend, "Are you okay"

Denise chuckled nervously.  "Of course dear...what do you mean?"

"Well, I don't mean to pry, but are you safe? "

Denise seemed to relax a bit..."Oh, gosh Christy, you are too sweet. I am fine.  You mean the make up and the bruise on my back?"

Christy nodded quietly.  "Is he hurting you?"

Denise walked over to the bathroom door and locked it.  Christy was surprised.  "Charles hasn't told you about the basement?" she smiled.

Christy shook her head no, unsure of where this was going.

Denise then slipped her gown off her shoulders and released her breasts from the fabric, like so many of the women in the firm, Denise had implants and almost never wore a bra.  Christy gasped.  She didn't want to, but she did.

Denise's breasts had scratches and bruises all over them.  It looked like she had run through barbed wire.

"You should see my pussy..." she chuckled, "But we're not doing that." 

"What the fuck?  Is the basement a bondage place?"

Again, Denise laughed as she pulled herself back into her gown.  "Oh goodness, no...well, no.  It is a place for, shall we say, fun?  "

"That don't look like fun, honey..." Christy said raising her eyebrows.

"Many of the women in the firm, both employees and wives, have a particular pastime, an outlet of sorts, for the intense world we live in.  And the men enjoy watching it."

Christy still didn't understand. "Okay...."

"We fight each other, in Thomas and Clarissa Lownden's basement."

"You what?"

"We fight."

"Boxing?"

"Not really."

"Yeah, those boobs don't look like boxing, and you said your pussy is all jacked up too..."

"Yes, we catfight.  No rules.  Just two women, fighting. "

"Holy shit." and suddenly Christy realized that the conversation was making her pussy wet and she was turned on.

"It can get rough and nasty, very competitive, but no one gets hurt.  The men usually bet on their women which adds to their fun and at times, the women bet on the fights too, their own fights, for things other than money."

"Like what?" 

"Like fucking or getting fucked by the other woman's man, or woman, for example...."

Christy thought about that for a second.  She had been in a few threesomes in her life and there were a few guys, including Kevin, who she had thought about every once in a while...and then she thought about the downside of having Charles fuck someone else...and then Denise interrupted her thoughts.

"You would do well there, you have the...personality...would you ever consider it?"

Christy smiled, "Why the fuck not?" she laughed. 

Denise laughed with her.  "You should talk to Charles about it."

They were about to walk out when Christy had a thought, "Wait, does Charles go?"

"Oh, he hasn't gone since he started dating you, but he definitely has gone, and obviously when he was dating Jessica he went all the time."

"Wait, why with Jessica?" Christy knew who Jessica was, he knew that she was in the firm, and that she and Charles had started at the same time but were in different parts of the firm, but that they had started dating and had gotten very serious, were almost on the verge of getting engaged before things went down in a big break up.  That was what she knew.

"Oh, Jessica fights there all the time.  She is one of the best in the group.  She has only lost once or twice that I know of.  That contributed to the tension between her and Charles at some point and things went downhill after that, I don't know much about their personal situation except that they broke up badly.  She still fights a lot though.  Tough, mean as a snake.  Wouldn't take her on as an opponent--she will want to embarrass you in front of Charles and everyone else, I am sure."

Christy smiled, "Oh, I am pretty sure I can handle myself." Christy reassured her friend. 

"Somehow, I know you can." said Denise and they walked out of the bathroom, past a short line of women who were waiting at the locked door.  All of whom looked at them suspecting that they were either fucking in the bathroom or doing coke.  Denise simply smiled at everyone and nodded, dismissing their suspect eyes.

The party wound down and Charles and Christy went home.  She fucked his brains out.  The thought of the basement was in her mind.  As they finished their third go of the night, drenched in sweat, she said, "Tell me about the basement."  His erection was instantly present despite their marathon and she knew right away that fighting in the basement was a turn on for him.

He summarized it much the way Denise had and then Christy told him she wanted to go, watch once and then decide if she would fight or not.  He was on board.  The next basement night was that Tuesday.

The Lownden home was massive.  Christy was slightly overwhelmed as she and Charles pulled up.  There were dozens of other cars there, to her surprise and as Clarissa's housekeeper directed them down to the basement, she realized that this was a "thing."

The basement was crowded, with a bar where Thomas Lownden was serving drinks and about 30 people milling about.  There were seats and cushions and stools and such all around a central clear area, that was seemingly designed at one time as "sunken living room style" that was larger than a standard boxing ring.  Around it, a plexiglass wall about 4 feet high had been installed with two doors on opposite sides.

After about an hour, Thomas went to the center of what was clearly the fighting area and talked into his cell phone, which had clearly been connected to speakers via blue tooth.

"Two fights tonight". he began, and the crowd settled down.  Charles guided Christy to a two person love seat situated right behind some bean bags that two other people were sitting in that Christy didn't recognize.  "Bets on the first fight are in?  If not, see Baxter Peterson to finalize things."  Christy liked Baxter and his girlfriend Michelle.  Baxter was funny and Michelle was sexy and wild and flirtatious and was one of the people that Christy really connected with at the firm events.

"First fight will be Mindy Lee and Karen Thomas. Ladies, come to the square. Oh, and both fights tonight are standard rules."

Christy was shocked.  She had met both women, she wasn't shocked that they were fighting, but that they were naked.  That caught her off guard.  A whisper in her ear from behind her startled her.

"Standard rules means that only slaps, hairpulling, and scratching to the head and neck, no punching or other attacks, anything else goes..." it was Denise, she and Kevin had arrived late but were now sitting behind Christy and Charles.

The two women were stunning.  The fight was intense and rough, with Karen winning and submitting Mindy in the end.  Christy was so turned on she almost climbed on top of Charles as the fight ended.  She glanced around the room and noticed that many people had blankets covering their bodies and realized immediately that she wasn't the only one thinking that way.  She whispered in Charles's ear.  "Get a blanket and then shove your hand up my dress..."  He almost tripped over himself as Denise laughed at the couple.

As Mindy and Karen cleared the fighting area, Thomas walked back in.

"The next fight will be a crowd favorite!  Michelle Arrondale will fight Jessica Cooper!!"

Christy's heart leapt.  Jessica, the infamous Jessica, was here.  She had yet to meet her.

She wanted her friend Michelle to destroy the woman.  The two fighters entered the fighting area.  As with the first fight, it was brutal.  Michelle got destroyed, Jessica was stronger, tougher, faster and meaner.  She literally made Michelle cry at the end of the fight.  What was worse was apparently Michelle and Jessica had a personal bet on the fight and now both Michelle and Baxter were going home to Jessica's to "service her", or at least that was the rumor, which Christy confirmed when she found Michelle to console her afterwards.

Denise leaned forward and whispered in Christy's ear, "Now you see why I said to not take her in your first fight...in fact, I would avoid her at all costs."

But Christy had other ideas.

[DavidG]

Excellent opening and looking forward to much more from this story
If the like button still existed, I would have already clicked it

[tommyfighter]

Looking forward to the next segment.

[Janine_G]

Christy was sexually insatiable for the next several weeks.  She allowed Charles to make the arrangement for her first fight in the basement.  They had discussed it at length, but she couldn't get her mind off of getting in the ring against Jessica.  She was dreaming about it.

Charles kept trying to dodge the idea, but Christy would have none of it.  "You know that I grew up in South Houston.  All I did was fight.  I can handle myself."

Charles came to her after a date had been set for her to fight Jessica, and explained that Jessica had some stipulations.  She wanted a side bet with Christy.  She said that she wanted Christy--if she won, Christy would be her bitch for the rest of the weekend and if Christy won, she would Christy's bitch.  Christy agreed.

They also decided that there would be absolutely no rules for this fight.  Punches and anything to the face and head would be okay.

Christy snorted a line of coke before she went to the Lownden house that night.  She was amped up and the coke just pushed her harder.

She and Charles got there and she had a drink.  Tons of people were there already, and lots of people were making bets.  Jessica was nowhere to be found.

Shortly before the fight was supposed to start, Jessica walked in, drawing a lot of attention.  She was wearing a black latex dress.  She walked straight to Christy and quietly said, "Is the side bet a deal?"

Christy smiled and said, "You bet your tits it is.  Let's do this."

And the two women went to opposite sides of the plexiglass ring.  Denise came quickly up to Christy, "Girl, you're a fucking psycho.  Good luck."

Christy smirked as she took off her clothes and simply gave them to Denise.  Charles was already seated on a chair nearby.  "I don't need it, but thanks."

And she opened the gate and stepped inside as Thomas finished announcing her and Jessica.  It was interesting to feel canvas under her feet--the area was covered in canvas that could be washed or removed, the women often drew blood since they used their nails quite a bit.  Jessica was four inches taller than Christy and was a slight bit heavier.  Her nails were long like Christy's and filed to points just like the younger woman.

Thomas instructed them to begin and they slowly moved towards each other.  The room was oddly quiet.  As they got close enough, Jessica launched a volley of punches.  Her arms were longer than Christy's and she struck quickly.  The blows pelted Christy's face and head.  Christy pushed through them and began swinging back.  The smacks and thuds of the blows were all that could be heard until one of the woman grunted and then another yelped.  Christy caught Jessica with a solid punch to the chin but Jessica wobbled just for a second before connecting with a right-left combination that stunned the younger woman.  Christy took a half-step back and Jessica stepped forward and smashed her foot between Christy's legs.  The taller woman then drove her body into Christy's and carried her back into the plexiglass.  Christy grunted as the small of her back was drilled into the glass.  Jessica kneed her in her crotch several times and then yanked her forward by her hair tossing her to the middle of the ring.  Christy tumbled as the crowd began to spark to life. 

Jessica stalked after Christy and dropped her knee into the small of the other woman's back, pinning her face down.  She shoved her hand between Christy's legs and with her other, yanked back on her hair.  Christy moaned as Jessica dug her sharp nails into her pussy and flushed and grimaced as she struggled to escape her opponent.  She successful changed the position so that Jessica had to stand up to keep her balance and release her grip on Christy.

Christy rolled away and got to her feet as Jessica crashed into her and drove her backwards into the wall.  The older woman pressed her forearm against Christy's upper chest, pushing her backwards and lifting her feet off the floor causing her lose leverage.  Off balance, Christy flailed as Jessica hit her repeatedly in her stomach with her free hand before letting her drop to the floor and backing up to the center of the ring.

Christy had taken a beating, but she did not seem deterred.  She moved quickly towards Jessica, who swung wild punches at her that she other blocked or dodged before getting close enough to hit the older woman right in the crotch with a solid punch.  The blow caused Jessica to pause and stumble back and then Christy launched into a series of rights and lefts that hit Jessica every where.

The older woman stepped into the blows, wrapped Christy up and the two women collapsed to the ground in a tangle of limbs...they began to roll about on the canvas.

[Janine_G]

They rolled about first one on top and then other, pulling hair, punching in close quarters and struggling.  The crowd was finally unable to keep the discipline and exploded in raucous cheering and screaming.  The two began to slip across one another as the sweat lubricated their bodies.  Jessica got on top at one point and was able to claw Christy's cheek, and then Christy rolled her and was able to bang her head a few times on the canvas floor.  Both women grunted and yelped and the battle seemed to become a struggle of wills when suddenly, an eruption came from Christy.

"MOTHERFUCKER. FFFFUCK!" she growled, her face contorted in pain.  At first the audience couldn't see it but then people gained a vantage point.  Jessica had shoved her hand between Christy's legs and had grabbed her pussy.  No one could tell but her nails were digging deeply into Christy's labia and the sensitive area between her pussy and her asshole.  It was excruciating for the younger woman.  She took both of her hands and pressed them under Jessica's chin, pushing her head back at an awkward angle, straining against Jessica's body weight and strength until she forced the brunette off of her and they broke apart.  Christy went to scramble away on her hands and knees but Jessica grabbed her ankle and dragged her back towards her and then with stiff fingers, jammed her fingernails into Christy's vulnerable pussy.

Christy's face was a mask of pain as she thrashed her body to get free, ultimately escaping though not without damage.  She got to her feet as did Jessica and the two women circled one another breathing hard.

"How's that pussy feeling, hon?" Jessica taunted...

"Oh, don't worry bitch, you'll get yours."  Christy stepped forward, but she telegraphed the punch and Jessica caught her forearm with her own and countered with a right hook.  The blow cracked Christy in the cheek and she spun to the side.  Jessica followed up with a kick in Christy's firm buttocks that sent the younger woman careening into the plexiglass wall right in front of Charles.

He whispered, "Are you okay?"

She smirked, "I"m getting my ass kicked, but I'm okay."  She went to push off the wall but her eyes went wide as Jessica's body pressed into hers and ground her breasts into the top of the glass, but that wasn't the thing that caused her eyes to go wide.  Jessica shoved her fingers into her asshole and her pussy and began to violate her from behind.

"AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! HOLY FUCKING!! HOLY SHIT!!! YOU cxnt!!!" screeched Christy as Jessica violated her, smirking at Charles as she womanhandled his girlfriend.  Christy's face flushed and twisted in discomfort as she struggled against her dominant opponent.

[suffolkwrestling]

Great story so far, looking forward to reading more!

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO "LIKE"THIS STORY ON THE NEW FORMAT? THERE USED TO BE A BUTTON ON THE OLD FORM BUT I CANNOT FIND 0NE NOW.

[Janine_G]

Christy grunted as she struggled against Jessica's strength and the intimate violation she was suffering.  Her arms strained to push her body off the top of the plexiglass that was cutting into the bottom of her breasts as her buttocks trembled from the penetration of her ass by Jessica's fingers.

Jessica pressed her bodyweight down on to Christy's back, pressing the younger woman harder against the glass and causing her to whimper in pain.  Christy felt Jessica's thick nipples and sweaty breasts press against her hot skin as the older woman grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as she also probed deeper into her vagina. 

"OOOoooohhhh.......fffffffffuck me...." moaned Christy as she struggled to escape Jessica's assault. 

Jessica blew Charles a kiss, "She's pretty, but she can't fight too well...." she huffed at him. 

The frustration was starting to get to Christy and the pain was getting intolerable.  Her tits hurt, her ass hurt, and she was being mocked.  She screamed with exertion and pushed with her arms, her jaw set and her eyes squeezed shut.  She pushed her body off and back into Jessica, and the two women tumbled backwards to the canvas floor, bouncing as they hit the canvas and rolling apart.  They scrambled to their feet and Jessica swung a wild roundhouse punch squarely into Christy's jaw.  The punch was perfect and with an unprotected fist, it was excruciating to both women.  Jessica screamed in pain and Christy's head snapped to the side.

The younger woman blacked out for a second.  She careened to her right and tumbled as her legs gave out and she crashed into the plexiglass wall.  She landed against the glass awkwardly, with her body pressed against it. Her cheek and right breast were compressed and her arm was trapped underneath.  She was awake but dazed and horribly embarrassed.  For Christy though, the embarrassment fueled her reaction.  She winced as she forced herself to her feet as Jessica moved towards her sensing her victory. 

To the older woman's surprise, Christy was not done.  She sprang from her floor and her shoulder caught Jessica right underneath her big breasts, driving her backwards and into the plexiglass wall behind her.

Jessica grunted she was pinned against the glass and the air was forced from her lungs.  Christy was in a state though, and she leaned in with her shoulder, grabbed the top of the glass for leverage pinning Jessica and took her free hand and punched Jessica in the pussy several times before grabbing her labia violently and yanking and twisting with a vicious intensity that caused Jessica to growl in pain, begin to claw at Christy's back and instinctively grab her wrist and try to pry her hand free from her pussy.

"Let go of my FUCKING PUSSY you loser bitch..." growled the older woman as it was her turn to grimace in pain.  She widened her legs for balance, making it easier for Christy to attack her sensitive area and Christy jammed her fingers inside of Jessica's pussy and then drilled her thumbnail into her clit.

The scream was earsplitting and Christy smiled to herself as she felt the other woman's entire body tense and felt her vaginal muscles squeeze against her fingers.  She pulled back away from Jessica and saw the pain in the other woman's face.  She didn't relent though.  She slammed her foot into Jessica's pussy following her manual assault and smashed another kick into the other woman's knee, causing her leg to give out and Jessica to drop to the floor.  Christy stepped forward and grabbed Jessica's tits, dug in her nails and yanked her forward.  In a fury, she launched Jessica face down onto the canvas mat and dropped onto her back.  She pulled Jessica's head back by her hair and then slammed her face several times into the canvas floor.  She yanked back hard and then leaned forward and whispered towards her foe...

"You feel my wet pussy, bitch? That's cuz this shit makes me horny...I'm gonna enjoy fucking you when I win..." 

She stood up and yanked Jessica's body backwards, twisting her.  She kneed Jessica in the tit.  Jessica grunted in pain, and shot her hand up into Christy's pussy again.

"Bitch, get your hand out of my pussy..." hissed Christy as she dropped her body weight onto Jessica's chest and ground her bony knee into her sore tit. The move forced Jessica to lose her grip on the other woman's crotch.  The older woman reached out and grabbed Christy's pony tail.  Christy was unaffected and held Jessica's head with one hand and began punching her in the face several times until she felt the bone of her nose crunch.  Christy smiled and got up, letting Jessica get to her feet.

The crowd was in a frenzy. Both women were battered and neither looked their best.  They teetered back and forth, unsteady on their feet.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you..." gasped Jessica.

"You're gonna die tryin', because I'm going to rip your tits off and shove them down your throat you cxnt..." snorted Christy.

The two women closed the distance between them.  Christy sunk her nails into Jessica's tits and the other woman yelped in pain and stood on her tip toes as Christy twisted and lifted.  Jessica grabbed Christy's pussy and dug her nails in.

"Not...my...fucking....pussy...AGAIN...bitch..." winced Christy as Jessica yanked up on the younger woman's swollen vagina.

Jessica clawed at Christy's face with her free hand.  The younger woman was in pain, struggling to get free.  The older woman had regained control and was winning.  Both women trembled as they struggled with one another.  Jessica was doing more damage to Christy than Christy was doing to her tits.

"Give bitch..." threatened Jessica.

Christy whimpered in pain.

She was in trouble. 

She didn't want to lose.

But Jessica was cruel and strong and hurting her.

She kneed the woman in the pussy. 

Jessica grunted, but didn't yield.

A second shot and Jessica let Christy's face go.  Christy let go of Jessica's tits, grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her head forward as she slammed her forward into Jessica's broken nose.

Jessica wailed as blood gushed from her nose and she stumbled backwards with two hands covering her face.

Christy charged into her back and drove her into the plexiglass wall, right in front of Charles.

Jessica was wounded.  Her arms and big breasts draped over the wall. Christy leaned forward and slammed her elbow over and over into Jessica's right tit, crushing it between her elbow and the plexiglass wall as Jessica squawked in pain.  At some point, the breast implant seemed to lose its shape and Christy was sure it ruptured.  Jessica screamed in agony and a bruised blossomed on her big tit as the breast swelled at least a cup size.  Christy yanked her off the wall by her hair and she fell to the canvas flat on her back moaning, spread eagle, tits up.

Christy stood over Jessica and smiled through a battered face.

"We done?" she asked.

Jessica moaned.  "Oh fuck....yeah..."

Christy raised her arms in victory.

[Janine_G]