Savage Sport

[Normbadprof]

Savage Sport
(Warning: this story is violent and sexual)

Sara glanced at the clock on her dressing table. It was 7 pm. One hour to go before the agreed starting time. She checked herself in the full-length mirror one more time, and was pleased with what she saw: an attractive, full-figured, elegantly dressed woman who looked ready for a night on the town with her husband, rather than the vicious no-hold-barred catfight that was going to take place, She heard a car pull up in the driveway of their big, secluded house, and her heart started to race. Was it her opponent, Jodi, or one of the small group of guests who would be permitted to watch the fight? After a few minutes, her husband, Kevin, came into the bedroom.

"They're here" Kevin said. "I put them in the bedroom downstairs." He looked his wife up and down appreciatively. The 36-year-old brunette looked elegant and frankly sexual in her tight, short, low-cut black cocktail dress, stockings, and stiletto heels, a string of white pearls around her neck. Her thick shoulder-length hair was loose, as she knew Jodi's would be, and as their agreement stipulated: both women had to have hair at least shoulder-length, worn loose.

Sara was a fit and voluptuous woman, about 5'7" and 140 lbs, with a full, feminine body and toned arms and thighs. Her breasts were large even for her frame, at 36dd, and her large, erect nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her dress. If you looked closely at her décolletage, you could see a strange scar on the top of her right breast. It was the result of being clawed in an arranged no-holds-barred catfight. Sara wore the scar as a badge of honor. The woman who had torn Sara's breast in this way had much worse scars.

Kevin, a big man with a goatee, about 6'2" and 220 lbs, had the face of a fighter. He strode over to her and took her in his arms. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," she murmured into his chest. She could feel his erection against her stomach. She knew he'd be hard for hours, until either she or Jodi were lying naked, crying or unconscious on the mats that covered the floor of their fight room. She had no intention of giving up, no matter what, and from what she'd heard about Jodi, neither did she, so it was likely the women would fight until one was knocked out, or passed out, as often happened if neither could land a knock-out blow and the fight degenerated into a long, exhausting clawing match on the floor.

"I'll be the judge of that!" he said. She smiled and then gasped as he slipped his hand up under her dress and moved her thong aside, spreading her labia and probing her vagina and stroking her clitoris with his fingers. She was soaking wet, as she always was before a fight. "Good!" he breathed in her ear. "She'll find you very slippery if she tries to grab or claw your pussy. No way to get a grip!"

"So kind of you to be concerned about my safety, dear," she retorted sarcastically, "considering that the thought of what we're gonna do to each other is giving you a raging hard-on." She moaned and rubbed herself against his hand, but then pulled away. Some women want sex minutes before an arranged fight. But Sara didn't, knowing she needed to keep all her energy and focus to face bitch waiting for her downstairs. A little frustration wasn't bad for helping her keep her edge either.

She was going to need it. Jodi, a 38-year-old blonde, was a match for her both physically and in experience, the same height but maybe 5 lbs heavier, mostly in her breasts.. Both women had been engaging in private nude NHB fights, for their husbands' sexual pleasure and their own pure love of fighting, for many years, two or three times a year. Sara had been fighting since college, where she got hooked when she beat up a girl in a sorority initiation event. Jodi got her start brawling in clubs. Both women were married to men who found that pitting their willing spouses against other men's wives and girlfriends was an incredible turn-on, and who worked ceaselessly to find them opponents, handling all the arrangements. The women spoke to each other by phone before the fight, to make sure they each really wanted to fight, and to agree to a few basic rules. In their preparatory call, Sara and Jodi had agreed that there would be no biting and no attacks directly on the eyes. All else was permitted, and the fight would continue until one woman submitted or was clearly unable to continue. The men would not interfere until then. A few friends of each couple would be invited to watch. Sara had had 12 such fights, and won them all, although many had been very close. Jodi had not lost in 6 years.

The two couples had met by the pool at an expensive Caribbean resort where they had overlapped for a few days. Both couples were childless and well-to-do; Kevin had a successful construction business, and Ryan, Jodi's husband, owned car dealerships. Neither Sara nor Jodi worked. They'd chatted cordially over drinks, but something about Jodi made both Sara and Kevin wonder if she were a fighter. A few casual remarks about wild college days steered the conversation in the direction of fighting, and within half an hour, the couples knew that both women were untrained but active catfighters looking for opponents. Things got a bit tense as they recounted their experiences to each other, and the women appraised each other physically (easy to do- they were both in bikinis, and as the chat progressed, each stood up every few minutes to stretch, adjust her top, or go to the bar for a refill). The women, who got quite tipsy, suggested going to one of the rooms to go at it then and there, but the guys' cooler heads prevailed; any fight in one of the resort rooms would have been overheard, and neither of them would be in any condition to enjoy their vacation after a fight. They agreed to let the men arrange something afterwards.

After the trip, Kevin and Ryan negotiated, agreeing on a fight at the end of April at the home of Kevin and Sara, which stood on 20 secluded acres in the Virginia countryside. "Sounds great- no one will hear your bitch screaming," taunted Ryan.

"It'll be that trashy blonde slut of yours who'll be doing most of the screaming," responded Kevin. "Better fuck her before the fight, friend, because she'll be no good to you after Sara's done with her!" They set a date two months ahead. It was agreed that Jodi and Ryan would drive out from their home in Raleigh for the fight. The men bet $10,000 on their wives, and agreed that each couple could invite 6 people.

And now, after two months of training (to prepare for a fight, Sara did miles of roadwork and spent half an hour a day punching and kicking a heavy bag) and anticipation, it was the night of the fight. Sara paced in her bedroom waiting for Kevin to lead her downstairs, listening as 6 cars drove up and parked in their circular driveway over the space of 20 minutes, bringing six couples who would spend a soft Virginia spring evening watching two naked women fight savagely, like pit bulls in a dog fight, until one was too badly hurt to continue. Sara was now sick with excitement, fear, and anticipation. She knew from experience that her nervousness would disappear as soon as she and the blonde were set on each other, and couldn't wait to get at her. She could hear their guests talking quietly, and knew they were betting and discussing the women's chances. Finally, Kevin came to the door and said "It's time, babe." He led her by the hand downstairs to a large, empty room in the basement, covered with mats. The six other couples, ranging in age from their 20s to their 60s, were standing against one wall, most of the women in short dresses or skirt and heels, the men casually dressed. Sara and Kevin stood at the edge of the mats facing the door. A moment later, the blonde and her husband entered and stood by the door. Jodi was wearing a low-cut red dress so short it barely covered her pubic mound, heels, and a diamond choker around her neck. The two women about to fight stared at each other- for each, the world narrowed down to the bitch she had to leave begging or unconscious on the floor if she didn't want to be in that position herself. An older woman who had fought herself in similar events until recently had been asked by the husbands to start the fight and determine when it was over. She said "Ladies, remove your dresses, please." Both women removed their shoes, dresses, and necklaces, handing them to their husbands. Each woman stood in her bra and panties, her hands on her hips.

"Now your bras." Each woman unhooked her bra , freeing her breasts. Jodi passed her hands proudly over her larger, more pendulous tits, while Sara looked on contemptuously. Both had erect nipples.
"And finally your panties, please!" The two ladies stepped out of their panties and stood naked, staring unwaveringly at each other. Both were shaven. They were fit but not muscle-bound, voluptuous and feminine, looking more like porn actresses in a MILF-themed video than women who would soon be fighting savagely. The couples in the audience appraised the two fighters naked bodies, and several more bets were made. Two of Sara's female friends came up to her and wished her well, murmuring "Fuck her up, sweetie," and "Rip her saggy tits off." A female friend of Jodi's hugged her and said she was sure she'd be on top of Sara punching her silly within two minutes.

Sara and Jodi were then told to step onto the mat for a two-minute staredown. They stood nipple to nipple and stared into each other's eyes as the "referee" asked them if they both wanted to go ahead. They both readily assented. She reminded them that there was to be no biting or eye attacks other than closed-fist punches, but that otherwise, there were no rules. They would fight until she said it was over, and that would be when there was a clear submission, a knockout, or one woman was clearly not defending herself. "Guys," she said to the husbands, "You are not to interfere under any circumstances. This is woman's work!"

She stepped back and looked at her watch as the two women stood with their breasts jammed against each other. "In one minute, you will start to fight." The two women stared at each other silently as they pushed against each other's tits. The other couples stood transfixed, as the tension mounted unbearably; one of the women already had her skirt hiked up to her hips and had a hand in her panties, clearly masturbating. Before the minute was up, one of the men had his cock out and began stroking.

"Fight!" she shouted. Instantly, each woman had one hand in the other's hair, yanking and twisting, and was punching her in the face and breasts with the other. Sara landed a hard right to Jodi's temple that stunned her, but Jodi clung to her and they stumbled against a wall. Finding Sara's legs apart as she braced herself against the wall, Jodi kneed the brunette hard in the pussy four times in quick succession, drawing an anguished moan after each blow. "Yes Jodi!' her man shouted.

"Work her cxnt!" shrieked a woman who was working her own with her middle finger. Sara broke away and ran to the other side of the room, clutching her bruised labia. Jodi pursued her, but Sara recovered enough to snap out a kick that caught Jodi in the side, spinning her around. Sara quickly grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her head back, getting her arm around her neck and choking her. Jodi gagged and struggled to breath as Sara choked her with all her strength, her face turning dark red. "Give up, cxnt, before you pass out!" Sara said as she strained to keep the choke on. Jodi's answer was to reach behind her between Sara's parted thighs and claw her clitoris as hard as she could, raking her nails across the soft, moist, swollen button. Sara shrieked and let go of Jodi, cupping her cxnt for the second time in two minutes.

"Shit, her clit is bleeding! Looks like it's your girl who won't be able to fuck for a month, Kevin!" taunted Ryan.

When the choke was released, Jodi dropped to her hands and knees, gasping. Sara was now crying, but enraged. She recovered before Jodi, running at her and kicking her hard in the left breast. She drew back to kick again, but Jodi rolled against her legs. Sara fell over her and the two women grappled desperately on the floor for a full ten minutes, rolling over each other without getting a decisive advantage as they clawed each other's breasts and faces, kneed each other in the thighs and pulled each other's hair out in clumps. Jodi was finally able to straddle Sara, punching her tits as Sara protected her face. Sara's breasts were now visibly bruised ad her clitoris was bleeding. Jodi's left breast was badly bruised from the kick and she was determined to use her mount to finish Sara off before more damage was done. She knew Sara would try to injure her pussy the way she had Sara's if she got the upper hand again. So she viciously tore at Sara's nipples with her nails. Sara screamed and tried to cover them, giving Jodi the opportunity to punch her unprotected face. Jodi wasted no time, firing off four hard rights. One caught Sara in the left eye, and another square in the mouth. Jodi was within a hairs breadth of knocking out her enemy, but Sara managed to lash out from the ground, punching Jodi in the throat. She bucked Jodi off as the blonde coughed and clutched her throat, then leapt on her back pulling her head back by her long hair and punching her brutally in the temple four or five times. Stunned and crying now as well, Jodi struggled to her hands and knees in an effort of will, bucking Sara off her and onto the bare floor beside the mats, and then grabbing her from behind in a choke as the women lay stretched out on the floor.. Before she could apply much pressure, Sara managed to use her elbow to trap Jodi's right breast against the hard tile, leaning hard on the arm and grinding the point of her elbow into Jodi's breast as Jodi screamed.

After about a minute of this, Jodi was able to kick Sara away from her. Both women were weeping and exhausted after battling for about 20 minutes nonstop. They stood and faced each other. Sara had a closed eye, a swollen lower lip, a raw right nipple, and her clitoris was bloodied. Jodi's right breast was dark and swollen from the rec room floor mammogram and kick she'd received and a big bruise was forming on her cheek. The floor was littered with the hair of both women.

Determined to end the fight, Sara closed on Jodi and the women fought with their fists toe-to-toe for a full five minutes as the other couples and their own husbands cheered them on. Two of the men (but not the husbands) had their cocks in their hands, stroking vigorously as the two women tore into each other, and three of the women watching were masturbating frantically. Sara was in slightly better shape, and after half an hour, this was showing as Jodi gasped for breath and her punches weakened. Sara was able to back her against the wall, mercilessly punching her face and breasts. Jodi was now beaten on her feet but the fight would not be stopped until she submitted or was unconscious. Sara had unfinished business, so instead of delivering a knockout blow, she threw Jodi to the floor and straddled her in a matchbook pin, sitting on Jodi with her legs pressed against her chest. Jodi's cxnt was fully exposed, and the spectators jostled for a view as Sara alternately clawed and punched her exposed pussy, ripping and bruising her delicate labia and clit, even clawing her internally. Luckily, Jodi's screams couldn't be heard from the secluded house.

After a minute or so, Sara got off Jodi, pulled her up by the hair, and kneed her in the face, breaking her nose, knocking her out, and ending the fight. Even after this, though, Sara got on top of the unconscious blonde and would have continued to claw and punch the unconscious woman's bleeding cxnt, but the referee shouted "Christ, it's over! Stop it before she kills her!"  She was pulled off Jodi by the two husbands. Kevin took Sara in his arms and held her, telling her over and over how proud he was of her, as Ryan and a friend of Jodi's tried to revive the unconscious woman. Sara felt a surge of relief that the ordeal was over.
Kevin helped Sara up the stairs to her bedroom. She stayed in bed for most of that week, and indoors for another week, because of her bruises and wounds. She learned that it had taken Kevin half an hour to bring Jodi around and get her into the car. He paid his bets to Kevin; money was changing hands all around the room as the debts were settled. Then, the couples quickly dispersed.

Sara's pride at what she had accomplished by beating a woman as tough as Jodi would grow over the coming weeks, as she learned that Jodi had to spend a full week in the hospital after the fight due to the broken nose, concussion, and vaginal injuries. She was thrilled to know that Jodi was unable to fuck her husband for fully two months after the fight. Sara of course, was out of action for three weeks due to her damaged clit.

The husbands kept in touch, telling each other about their wives' recovery. Kevin thought that Sara might have ended Jodi's fighting career. But he was very surprised when, two months after the fight, he got a call from Ryan asking for a rematch. Jodi was not willing to let her defeat go unavenged, and Sara, little though she wanted to fight the bitch again, felt she couldn't refuse the rematch, since she would have asked for one herself had the tables been turned. But that's another story.

[suffolkwrestling]

Outstanding story! Another gem from the master!

[Dan Zone43]

Oh boy!   I can't wait for more!

[Pagan320]

Brilliant! Everything I like in an arranged catfight story.

[Horny-Jew]

Very good story, but (you warned us) way, way too violent. 

[aussie_couple]

A little violent for our tastes...but full marks in warning us...and still a bloody great story.  Looking forward to the rematch

[edelivel]

Thanks for reposting this.

What I liked the most, when you posted this and your other stories back in the day, was their realism.

Yes, it is violent, but NHB fights usually are...

I remember one of your stories in a fight club, another one with nursing mothers.

For me, you are one of the top writers in this forum, so please keep posting.

[edelivel]