[Kayla]

Hi everyone
Here’s another wildly, violent, but sensual story by Tom following on his story “Tough boxing in the Steppes” from a few years ago that I posted for the 1st time here last year at http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,3864.0.html

Hope you enjoy the follow up, but please be warned, it contains some extreme fighting & torture with some novel scenes. Comments are welcome! 

Hugs
Kayla

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MORE FIGHTING IN THE STEPPES: 3 VS 1
BY TOM

Magda moved into the small apartment that had been given to Kayla and Heather.  There were two bedrooms, one of which had a king-sized bed which was fine with the three women.  They spent many enjoyable hours exploring each other’s bodies.  Kayla and Magda trained together.  Kayla desperately wanted to put in a better performance in her next fight to prevent Heather from being tortured again.  So, when their ‘host’ Arbur Bosgadegh summoned her, she felt certain unease as she walked to his office.
 
“OK, here’s your next fight.  I’ve come into possession of three loud American chicks.  They are jumping around and demanding to see the American ambassador.  So I offered them a deal.  All three of them will get into the ring against you.  If they make you submit, they go free and you and your friends go to the Torture Cells for a month.  If you make all three submit, they go to the Cells for a month.  You may participate in the torture as well as using them as sexual playthings.”

Kayla was given no chance to reply; she was led back to the apartment.  Heather and Magda, naturally, were bursting with curiosity.  Kayla recited what she’d been told.
 
“I fought a 3-on-1 once.  If the three have practiced, it’s tough.  If they haven’t, then they don’t know how to work together and can be defeated one at a time.  The main thing is to neutralize two and beat up the third”.

“How do I do that?” asked Kayla.

“Throw them out of the ring, knock one unconscious.  You’ll find ways”.

The next day the three were summoned to the ring.  There they saw the three American girls, all three willowy and beautiful.
Carmel, the referee, introduced them as Angela, Monique and Ursula and reminded them of the basic rules.
 
“My only purpose is to take submissions.  If one of you three is knocked unconscious, one of the others must revive her.  If Kayla is knocked unconscious, Heather or Magda will revive her.  Ice and smelling salts can be found in all four corners.  OK, get ready”.
 
The three Americans looked around seemingly in some confusion.

“What?” snapped Carmel.

“Where are our boxing trunks?” asked Ursula.

Kayla burst out laughing as she shed her bikini.
“You fight nude”.

Somewhat hesitantly, the three Americans stripped.  Again, they looked around.

“Now what?” snapped Carmel.

“Boxing gloves?” asked Ursula.  This time Kayla and Magda both laughed.  Kayla slammed her right fist into the left palm.

“You fight bare knuckled”, snarled Carmel.  “Now get into the ring”.

Heather and Magda each kissed Kayla’s nipples for good luck.  Kayla’s nipples hardened as she visualized the pain that she was about to inflict on the three Americans. Carmel signaled the fighters to begin.

Kayla skipped to a neutral corner.  The three Americans approached somewhat hesitantly.  Using the turnbuckles to support herself, Kayla kicked Angela and Ursula square in the stomach.  She grinned to herself as she felt the soles of her feet bury themselves in their targets. 

Taken by surprise, Angela and Ursula doubled over in pain, clutched their wounded bellies and staggered blindly around the ring.  Then Kayla launched herself at Monique throwing a volley of punches to Monique’s boobs.  She drove Monique across the ring until she was stopped by the ropes.  Kayla clamped a headlock on her victim and threw a barrage of short, hard punches to Monique’s face.  After a dozen or so punches, she released Monique who fell to her knees. 

Kayla grabbed her breasts and pulled her to her feet.  Monique’s nose was bloodied, blood from a split lip already covered her chin and blood from a cut over the right eye was already filling the eye.  Kayla surveyed her handiwork for half a second and then threw as hard an uppercut as she could.  Monique’s eyes rolled up in her head as she lost consciousness.  Kayla grabbed an arm and a leg and threw her out of the ring. 

By this time Angela and Ursula were recovering from the stomach kicks.  Carmel directed Angela to revive her partner.  Somewhat uncertainly, Ursula attempted a boxing stance.  She approached Kayla who stood with her arms at her sides.  She threw a jab to Kayla’s face.  Kayla didn’t blink as the punch landed.  She just grinned, assumed a fighting stance and launched a flurry of jabs to Ursula’s face. Ursula tried to fight back.  Her punches were so pittypat that Kayla didn’t try to duck them. 

[Kayla]

Her jabs became straight smashes to Ursula’s face which forced her back to the ropes.  One of Ursula’s punches had an effect, causing a small cut at the corner of Kayla’s left eye.  Enraged by feeling a trickle of blood, Kayla slammed three hard smashes right at Ursula’s left eye and opened a large cut just above it.  Kayla bounced on her toes a couple of times to survey her handiwork and let fly a flurry of punches to Ursula’s breasts.  Ursula sobbed in pain and crossed her arms across her breasts to protect them.  Kayla sneered at her cowardice. 

On a hunch she looked over her shoulder and saw Angela and Monique climbing into the ring.  So she grasped Ursula’s right wrist and flung her across the ring at her teammates.  They stepped aside to avoid being run down and Ursula crashed full tilt into the opposite turnbuckles.  Dazed, she fell to the mat.  Since Ursula was still conscious, neither of her teammates had to attend to her and both approached Kayla.  Since they had their hands in front of them in a defensive position, Kayla realized that kicks were not the way to go.  When they got close enough, they began punching. 

Kayla couldn’t avoid punches coming from two directions.  These weren’t the pittypat punches like Ursula’s.  They hurt and snapped Kayla’s head back and forth. She punched back and was gratified to see a trickle of blood coming out of Angela’s mouth-presumably she was cut inside her cheek.  While punching back and trying to come up with a way out, Kayla forgot about Ursula who had come to, left the ring and had ran to the corner where her partners were exchanging punches with Kayla and grabbed both Kayla’s arms from behind. 

Both Angela and Monique grinned as they relished the chance to inflict real injury on their foe.  Kayla sighed as she wondered how hard Angela and Monique could punch and how she was going to get out of this.  She realized that she was going to have to take some punishment.  When (or if) her foes became complacent, she could escape.  But for now, she gave her foes a look of hatred as she braced herself to take a beating.   

Angela went first, pounding Kayla’s face with a series of overhand smashes.  Even though her nose was bloodied and she suffered a cut under one eye, her expression didn’t change.  Then Monique took her turn unleashing a flurry of punched to Kayla’s breasts and belly.  Kayla grimaced slightly at the breast punches but she gave Monique no other response.  Even though her stomach was pink from punches landing, she didn’t double over. 

Then Ursula wanted a turn.  Angela slipped out of the ring to relieve Ursula.  Kayla saw her chance. 

Just as Ursula let go and Angela grabbed her arms, she pulled them violently away and broke loose.  She smashed Monique on the side of the head, grabbed her right arm and dragged her into the far corner.  While Angela and Ursula were sorting themselves out, Kayla put Monique’s right arm into a hammerlock, then turned it into a flying hammerlock.  With her entire weight being taken by her right shoulder, Monique howled in agony and then screamed “STOP!!!  I SUBMIT” as the shoulder dis-located.

Kayla waited until Carmel acknowledged the submission before dropping Monique.  Monique lay in a heap, blubbering.  So, to get her out of the way, Carmel picked her up and tossed her out of the ring.

Carmel’s assistants grabbed hold of Monique and bound her hand and foot.
 
By this time Ursula and Angela had re-entered the ring and were approaching Kayla.  Having seen the fate that befell Monique, they were more hesitant this time.  Ursula threw a hesitant jab.  Kayla grabbed her wrist, pulled her close and slammed an uppercut to her jaw.  She dropped like a stone.  Then she went after Angela who retreated into a corner.  Kayla simply grabbed her in a bear hug, reveling for a moment in the feel of Angela’s breasts against hers. 

Kayla kept an eye on Carmel’s reviving of Ursula and, when Ursula looked about ready to fight, she entangled each of Angela’s arms in the ropes.  With Angela helpless, Kayla moved towards Ursula.  Ignoring her pathetic jabs, she picked Ursula up like a baby, carried her to the nearest corner and slammed her down on the turnbuckles.  Ursula’s face contorted in pain.  One leg lay on the turnbuckles, the other fell off to the side.  Every square inch of her body was vulnerable.  Heather grinned because she knew that Kayla was a master at torturing a woman’s intimate places.

Kayla started with Ursula’s breasts.  She grasped the right nipple between thumb and forefinger, kneaded it and pulled it out from Ursula’s body.  She let go, savoring the THWAP as it snapped back into place.  Then she gave the same treatment to the left.  Ursula writhed in an effort to escape but Kayla slammed a fist into her belly and she stopped. 

Next Kayla turned her attention to Ursula’s pussy.  She started by delicately stroking Ursula’s bush.  Then she stroked her between the legs.  She inserted two fingers into Ursula’s slit and massaged it.  Finally she stroked Ursula’s clit.  By this time Ursula’s expression was one of pleasure.  Kayla grinned as she again inserted two fingers into Ursula.  This time, however, she withdrew them quickly so that her fingernails raked the most sensitive part of Ursula’s body.  Since Ursula was obliging enough to scream, Kayla repeated the process three more times.  Then she found clit and pinched it hard.  By this time, Ursula was screaming at the top of her lungs. 

Kayla gave Ursula a hard punch between the legs.  Then she lifted her off the turnbuckles and dropped her in the top rope.  The rope sagged, Ursula’s body bowed.  The rope snapped back and catapulted Ursula onto the hard concrete gym floor.  She was slow to get up, so Kayla again scooped her in her arms.  She made sure that Ursula’s legs were spread and she rammed Ursula into the ring post pussy-first-once, twice three times.  By this time, Ursula was sobbing.  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch”, hissed Kayla. 

She placed Ursula on the bottom rope so that the rope ran across the base of her breasts.  Then she pushed down.  Ursula screamed as the rope flayed the delicate underside of her breasts.  Yet again Kayla scooped Ursula in her arms.  She dropped to one knee and dropped Ursula across her outstretched thigh-a perfect back breaker.  She hammered at Ursula’s tightly-stretched stomach and slammed a couple of punches knuckles first into her bush.  To add insult to injury, she ground her knuckles into Ursula’s bush.

[Kayla]

She let Ursula fall to the floor where she lay in a ball clutching her pain-wracked belly and sobbing.  Kayla gave her foe a look of contempt.  She knelt next to Ursula, placed her thumb on Ursula’s bush and her four fingers along her pussy-a textbook Vaginal Claw.  She squeezed as hard as she could as Ursula’s screams grew louder.  Finally Ursula screamed her submission.  Kayla dropped the hold and got to her feet.  She stomped on Ursula’s bush one last time before turning her attention to Angela who was still trapped in the ropes. 

As she passed her opponents’ corner, she grabbed Angela’s bikini bra.  She untangled Angela’s left arm and put it in a hammerlock so Angela could not move.  She untangled the right arm and tied both arms behind Angela’s back.  She pulled Angela to her feet and pushed her into a corner.  She looked meaningfully at the blood splotches on her shoulders and breasts and said, “Here’s the score.  One of the three of you had to force my submission to avoid a month in the Torture Cells which, by the way, aren’t fun.  Ursula is a chicken-a Vaginal Claw is nothing.  Giving in because of a dis-located shoulder in a Flying Hammerlock is fair.  Now it’s your turn.  Since you cut me, I am going to beat you to a pulp.  If you can hold out for an acceptable amount of time, I’ll request that your sentence be removed by a week.”

“How long is acceptable?” asked Angela.
 
“I’ll know.  Torturing those breasts is going to be especially amusing.  But first….”

Kayla started with her jab, hitting Angela around the eyes and up and down both sides of her face until her face was pink.  She threw a straight smash to the mouth.  In seconds, Angela’s chin was covered in blood from split lips.  Hard hooks to the face cut her inside her mouth and blood dribbled from both corners of her mouth.  Another smash, this time to the nose, started another stream of blood. 

Kayla returned to the jab, hitting Angela above and below the right eye.  She opened a nice cut above it and grinned as the eye filled with blood.  The left eye received the same treatment, except that the result was a large mouse under the eye.  Kayla stepped back and surveyed her handiwork for a minute as she prepared for the next phase of the beating.
 
“Now it’s your breasts.  The main object is not to cry out”.

Kayla unleashed a furious barrage of punches-hooks and uppercuts that bounced them around nicely and smashes that flattened them like pancakes.  After a couple of minutes of this torture, Angela’s face was contorted in pain but she did not cry out.  Again Kayla stepped back.  Angela’s boobs were a nice shade of pink.  “One more round.  Let’s see if I can make her scream”, thought Kayla.  She stepped up and resumed pounding Angela’s breasts.  Finally Angela broke and burst into tears.  By this time the mouse under Angela’s left eye had grown and Kayla returned to punching it.  She fired another volley of punches to the right eye widening the cut.

“That’s what happens to crybabies”, she snarled.  Perhaps influenced by the flurry of punches, Angela re-gained her self-control.  Kayla stepped back and surveyed Angela’s flat stomach.  “Tighten your stomach muscles.  It will hurt less”.  Angela obeyed and Kayla slammed half a dozen hard punches between Angela’s diaphragm and navel.  She stepped back. “OK, again”.
She tattooed Angela’s belly a second time.  “That hurt”, whined Angela.

“You want pain?”  Kayla punched Angela square in the bush and followed with a kick to her pussy.  Angela screamed and fell to her knees.  Kayla grabbed her breasts and pulled her to her feet.  “Have you had enough yet”?  Weakly Angela shook her head. 
Kayla admitted to herself that Angela had stood up well to the beating.  Now what?  She picked up Angela, sat her astraddle the turnbuckle and pushed down so that her pussy ground into the metal turnbuckle.  Angela’s face writhed in pain but she made no sound. 

So she slid Angela off the turnbuckle and placed her so that her nipples were on the top rope.  She pushed Angela along the rope.  This time Angela howled as the rope flayed her nipples.  Kayla let her fall to the mat in a heap.  She rolled Angela onto her stomach and put her in a Camel Clutch.  Angela felt as if her back was about to explode.  She screamed her submission.  Kayla picked her up and tossed her out of the ring.

Kayla returned to her corner and the congratulations of her friends.  As she was toweling off, Carmel came over. “They will be given a week to recuperate.  Then they will serve their punishment.  You may visit them and join in torturing them.  Or you can have them brought to your apartment for your sexual pleasure”.
 
When they got back to their flat, they began to speculate at ways of making the three girls even more miserable.  Kayla reminded them that sex with a first-timer could sometimes be amusing and outlined her plan.  Heather and Magda chuckled and agreed.  Kayla called down to the Torture Cells’ guard station and requested that the three be brought to their flat after seven days of torture.
 
The appointed day arrived and the three were brought to their flat.  They were of course wearing bikinis as were Kayla, Heather and Magda.
 
“Good morning girls.  Here’s the bargain.  Each of you will have sex with one of us.  Your performance will be judged for length and quality of loving.  Anyone who is grossly deficient will be beaten on the spot.  So shed your tops.  Actually, strip naked”.  The three women obeyed.

“Now, who gets whom”, mused Magda.  Kayla walked up to Ursula, caressed her breasts and ran her hand down her belly and stroked her bush.  “I gave your sexual places the roughest treatment.  Come with me and I’ll make them feel better”.

Magda selected Monique and Heather took Angela into her room. 
When Kayla and Ursula got to her room, Ursula looked around with a confused look on her face.

[Kayla]

“You’ve never been with a woman before”, remarked Kayla.

“No”.

“Lie down and I’ll show you how pleasurable it can be”.

Ursula obeyed and Kayla lay on top of her.  She began licking Ursula’s nipples, then sucking them and nibbling at them.  Ursula actually began to moan and pant with pleasure.
 
“Ready for some real fun?” asked Kayla.  She positioned herself so that her pubic bone barely touched Ursula’s clit and started her body sliding back and forth.  Ursula moaned and screamed as if she was actually being fucked.  She collapsed with a sigh of utter pleasure.

“OK, my turn”, said Kayla as she planted herself on Ursula’s face so that her clit was on Ursula’s mouth.

“You know what to do”.  Ursula wasn’t sure so she made a tentative stab at Kayla’s clit with her tongue.  Kayla shuddered slightly.  “That’s the spirit”.  Ursula worked her tongue more spiritedly as Kayla moaned and groaned with pleasure.  With her outrageous capacity for sexual pleasure, she remained on Ursula’s face for over 45 minutes.  When she dis-mounted, Ursula’s face gleamed from Kayla’s feminine wetness.     
Heather, Angela, Magda and Monique were already in the living room when Kayla and Ursula emerged.
 
“How did the rookies do”, Magda asked.  Kayla felt Ursula’s pussy.  She was still wet from their super-tribbing.  “OK here”.
 
“Monique did OK”, said Magda.

“Angela refused to let me touch her.  She said she wasn’t going to be lezzie with women who tortured her.”

“You know the penalty for such insolence”, said Kayla.  Angela nodded.
   
“Monique and Ursula, put your bikinis back on”.  They did so as did Kayla, Heather and Magda.  Angela stood in the middle of the room nude and defiant.

“You girls don’t have to be back at the Torture Cells until morning.  Would you like to have dinner and spend the night?”
Ursula and Monique nodded eagerly.

“Kayla, can I... can I spend the night with you?”  Kayla looked at her friends.

“Good idea”, said Magda, “we can triple with Monique, maybe show her a high-low.  She has the tits for it.”

“Then it’s agreed”, said Kayla.  “Now we have to punish Angela.  Let’s start with fists.  Her belly and breasts took a beating well”.  She faced Angela.  “Get ready”.  She unleashed a volley of savage punches that slammed into Angela’s belly with a hollow SPLAT.  She bore the torture for a while until her stomach muscles gave way and Kayla’s punches drove deep.  She doubled over, sank to her knees and fell on her side, clutching her pain-wracked stomach with both hands.

“It must be hard in the Cells”, remarked Magda.

“It sure is”, answered Ursula.  “The Cells themselves have no furniture so we sleep on the concrete floor.  Food is oatmeal or some unrecognizable stew.  Then we’re tortured or are recuperating for most of the day.”

“It’s ironic”, remarked Kayla, “that Angela’s endurance caused me to ask that a week be knocked off her sentence.  Now she refuses our hospitality.”

By this time, Angela was showing signs of recovery.
 
“Stand her up”, commanded Magda.  Kayla grabbed her arms to stand her up and hold her erect.  She was still gasping for breath. 

“Watch her boobs bounce”, said Magda as she began to pound Angela’s breasts.  Hooks, smashes and uppercuts bounced them around and pancaked them flat.  She grimaced in pain but kept silent.  After five minutes of being beaten, they were a delightful pink.  So Magda stopped.

Heather went into the kitchen and prepared dinner.  Ursula and Monique were quite chatty as they ate.  Then Kayla, Magda and Heather turned their attention back to Angela.

“Let’s use a candle”, suggested Heather.  Kayla nodded and Magda got a candle from the kitchen.  She lit it and held it over the outside of Angela’s left breast until a drop of hot wax fell on the tender flesh.  She moved the candle very slowly across Angela’s breasts so that she made a solid line of wax drops.  She was especially careful to cover the nipples completely.

Angela winced as each drop hit her flesh and cried out when the wax landed on her nipples.  Then Magda made a line of drops down Angela’s belly.  When she reached Angela’s bush, she made sure to cover it entirely.  The other women left her lying on the floor to have dessert.

After dinner, Magda took a table knife, knelt down next to Angela and began removing the blobs of wax.  Angela only cried out when the blobs were removed from her nipples.  She cried out more loudly when Magda removed them from her bush because each one brought cxnthairs with it.  Suddenly half of Angela’s bush was gone.  Kayla slipped into the kitchen and returned with three pairs of tweezers and a toothbrush.  She handed tweezers to Magda and Heather and they set to work removing the rest of Angela’s bush.  After an hour she was crying and there was a red splotch where hair used to be.  Heather wanted to continue on the hair between her legs.  Kayla held up the toothbrush.

“Watch this”.  She drew the toothbrush across Angela's nipples that were already raw from the candle wax.  It was all she could to keep from crying out.  Kayla repeated the process half a dozen times; again the tears flowed.

[Kayla]

“Now for the master stroke, said Kayla.  She ordered Angela to spread her legs.  Then she ran the toothbrush along the full length of Angela’s crotch.  To the accompaniment of Angela’s screams, she repeated the process several times.  Then she ‘massaged’ Angela’s clitoris.  Angela was sobbing uncontrollably from the pain.  So Kayla pushed it into Angela’s slit and moved her wrist so that the bristles scratched the entire interior of that most delicate place.
 
“You are such a wussy”, snarled Kayla.  She slammed a punch directly into Angela’s pussy.  Then another and another.  Angela, perhaps mercifully, passed out.  They left her lying unconscious on the floor.

Sometime later, she showed signs of consciousness.  “What shall we do with her for the night?” asked Heather.  Kayla thought a moment.  She went into the kitchen and returned with some wire and a length of rope.  She tied Angela’s wrists behind her back with the wire and likewise tied her feet.  Then she ran one end of the rope between the bound wrists and the other between the bound ankles and pulled.  Angela was pulled into a perfect backbreaker.  It took all three to make sure the rope was tight.  Angela’s tear-stained face contorted in pain. 

The other women headed for the bedrooms, shucking their bikinis as they went.

When Kayla had closed the door to her bedroom, Ursula went up to her, put her arms around her and kissed her passionately.
“I don’t know if I’m a lesbian after all but I’ve never had my breasts loved so deliciously.  Could you do it again?”  Kayla threw her down on the bed, lay atop her and took the right nipple in her mouth.  She sucked and nibbled for a few minutes and then moved to the left.

“Do you like that, Kayla?” asked Ursula.

“Sure do”.
 
“Let me get on top and I’ll try”, said Ursula.  The women switched positions and Ursula loved Kayla’s nipples.  After a while, a little voice told her to do what else Kayla enjoyed.

THE END