Debbie saw the fist coming, but there was no time to get out of the way. She had no idea a blow to the breast could hurt so much. Gretchen had been laying for her ever since the hanging party last week. That was the one where Debbie and Rita had their big tits bound. The breast binding cords were tied to the end of a stout rope, which went over a ceiling pulley. The loop on the other end of the rope was snugly fastened around the neck of Gretchen's best friend, Karen, who had been degraded to a zero from a six, especially for this murderous lady hanging party.
Fifty guests had watched as the two breast-bound girls, their arms bound securely behind their backs, and wearing only spike heeled shoes, backed away side by side, encouraged by the lash of a pair of riding crops that slashed mercilessly at their cunts and bound tits, until they pulled the screaming Karen off the floor, her entire kicking and struggling weight supported by their four straining breasts.
Twice they had been allowed to lower her back to the floor, but only after she had passed out. The idea was not to prevent her death, but to delay it, to get the most entertainment value possible from the hanging of the beautiful young nude. The hanging had been a successful show. It had taken the naked victim more than half an hour to finally die for the cheering customers, and she had struggled beautifully, giving great distress to the bound breasts of her two bizarre female "hangmen." Gretchen had blamed Debbie for taking part in the bizarre snuff-show. To move herself up from a dangerous grading of three, Debbie had actually volunteered for the cunt-killing stunt while the show was being arranged, preferring that role to being one of the girls eligible for hanging. Among the captive harem girls in this outrageous bordello, the unwritten code was that volunteering was a no-no, and now Gretchen had vowed to get revenge for the death of her friend.
She had waited until the opportune moment, and caught Debbie in the showers, where she could get in several good blows to the hated girl without interruption by her friends or the guards. That first blow was so well directed that it caught Debbie's right breast dead center, driving the erect nipple, hardened by the spray of the water, right back against Debbie's ribs. Her breasts were still tender from sustaining the weight of the hanging girl. She and Rita had not only been forced to pull the girl to a swinging position during the half hour it took the bitch to die, but then they were required to keep her suspended for another hour while the guests took turns fucking the beautiful swinging female carcass.
Gretchen's powerful blow knocked Debbie right off her feet, and she fell with a wet smack on her firm buttocks against the hard tile floor of the shower stall. As she fell, Gretchen's toe caught her other aching breast a rising blow that flattened the full mammary against Debbie's shoulder. Debbie grabbed the German bitch's ankle and heaved in an effort to knock Gretchen from her feet, but the big blonde Nordic bitch had grabbed the shower-head, and braced herself. Debbie drove her fist up into the wet cunt of her attacker, and Gretchen's scream brought the two male guards in at a run.
"I'll get you, bitch!" Gretchen screamed as the guards dragged the two naked women apart. These captive slaves were prime sex meat, in perfect physical condition, and were among the best sex entertainers in the remarkable brothel in which they were housed. It was all the muscular guards could do to hold the gorgeous nude women apart. Their job at the bordello was to ensure that bitches remained in top form and undamaged. In every one of the snuff entertainments, at least one of the degraded girls would die, and these two were quickly learning to play for keeps. They were likely to do severe damage if the fight in the shower was permitted to continue. It would be necessary to keep these riled cunts separated until their hostility and aggression toward each other could be used to the advantage of the brothel. Nothing was allowed that would not have a handsome profit for the infamous establishment, but when there was money to be made, there were no limits.
That very afternoon, the owner of the establishment contacted a fight promoter, and the girls were sent off to separate training gyms to learn the not-too-gentle art of hand to hand combat. They were trained for three weeks in boxing, wrestling, Judo and Karate. Their training was not sufficient that they could readily kill any opponent, but they were able to put on a credible performance in each of the disciplines, and to defend themselves as well. They were not being prepared to provide a quick and decisive conclusion to their differences, but instead to put on a protracted and punishing battle to the finish. The longer it lasted, the more satisfied the customers would be.
Debbie trained with men, who gave her no quarter. She was severely beaten by her sparring partners the first several times into the ring. The men enjoyed the chance to batter a woman, and beat her senseless in the process. The only rules were that they were not to do any lasting visible damage to her, so that her face was out of bounds. She had no such restrictions as she attempted to defend herself, and then, as her confidence grew, to attack.. They switched to female sparring partners for her when she put one of the men into hospital with a crushed testicle from a vicious kick to the groin. Another, who was foolish enough to wrestle naked with her, had suffered a lacerated penis from her sharp nails. Debbie was proving to be a vicious fighter, and promised to put on a good show.
By the time the three weeks were up, Debbie was ready. She also had several visible bruises from the violent training. She and Gretchen were placed in adjacent holding cells at the bordello for the next week, in which they mended and healed their bruises. This time was provided for the two to work out at triple the rate the other girls did, and also to build up their animosity for each other. Girls were given grading points for stirring up resentment between them, with gossip and hateful lies. It worked. They were actually ready to kill each other when the night for their battle arrived.
The promoter had put together a group of wealthy fight fans, many of whom he had entertained with private no-holds-barred fight-to-the-finish battles, in which the loser was no longer able to proceed. These special fight fans were quite anxious to see the battle between the two gorgeous slave girls. He had shown the prospective customers photos of the girls taken while they were in training. The pictures had been persuasive, as they were going all out, and he had selected shots that featured bouncing breasts, spread crotches and gaping genitals. He had promised them that the girls would be brutal and merciless with each other, and ensured them one of the lovely ladies would die before the night was over.
A tiny fight ring, only eight feet square, was erected in the largest show lounge, and extra seating was added to accommodate the demand for the thousand dollar tickets offered for sale to the bordello's most favored customers.. The very high price was readily paid when it was announced that lots would be drawn, and twenty of the participants would get to fuck the winner right in the ring, in the order of the draw. Men could use a studded cock ring, and women would be permitted to use a spiked dildo. Clinching it was the announcement that their would be a special horrible surprise for the loser. When surprises were horrible in this establishment, they were totally outrageous, and the victim was not intended to survive. The eager fight fans knew they were going to be treated to a real snuff of the loser after the fight.
The event promised to be so spectacular that the brothel owner made arrangements to video tape the entire affair. Gretchen and Debbie were two of his best slaves, and one of them would be toast, literally, by the end of the evening. He wanted to ensure that he got a record of the loser's best event, which would be a valuable addition to his impressive library. It was seldom that women could be made to fight each other with all out abandon, and he had found the perfect way to get the ladies' interest, and then to ensure their total involvement. His plan was perfect, and he wanted a permanent record of the event. It was also a way to make the fight even more financially successful.
These top-flight slave girls had long since proven what disgusting creatures they really were, by the incredibly nasty things they could be made to do. Over the years the owner of the brothel found he could get such debased behavior from most females, and could kill for profit those who would not cooperate. He used only educated and attractive girls his procurers found in the business district of nearby cities. These attractive and well groomed females were capable of performing the most debased acts, once he had discovered how to motivate their aberrant but profitable bahavior. With that learning he discovered no bitches, no matter how beautiful or eager to please, were irreplaceable. All could be profitably put to a violent or slow and painful death when the price was right, and tonight the price was right. It was party time, and the focus of the entertainment was going to be a brutal bitch battle that should long be remembered.
The two slave girls were once more in the shower stalls, but now they were bent over and held in that position while thick perforated nozzles were thrust up into their rectums. Barbie was in charge, and was wearing one of her most outrageous costumes. She wore black leather spike-heeled boots with flared tops that came right up to the top of her thighs. She wore matching leather gloves, that came up past her elbows. The boots were held up by short silver chains clipped to rings in her inner cunt lips, so that the fleshy pink petals were pulled out and apart, flared for optimum visibility.. Her gloves were similarly chained to nipple rings, pulling her impressive breasts apart as she moved her arms. She wore a stylish black hat with an enormous rim that brushed her shoulders and gave her a mysterious look. A ring through her clitoris was pulled upward by a slender silver chain around her waist She was otherwise naked.
The hoses from the nozzles in the slave girls' rectums were attached to the hot water taps. Both girls screamed as the taps were slowly turned on and the steadily increasing pressure hit them deep inside their colons. Each of them was given far more water than she could comfortably hold. Their bellies bulged from the enormous load of water they took in. It was as if Barbie was trying to completely flush them in a single painful loading of their guts. They were moved over toilets to evacuate, and when they had unloaded their bowels, the procedure was repeated. Twice. Barbie was not known for making things easy for the slaves she handled, and she wanted to ensure that these two were not going to drop crap when the battle got rough. She only allowed shit in a performance when the people in the audience expected it.
The internal cleansing of the girls had been announced to the audience as part of the promotional material. After the third loading of their guts, both girls produced a spurting stream of clear water into the floor drain from their bulging rectums. When Debbie attempted to urinate, Barbie's ready riding crop slashed up between her legs, cutting off the amber spray as the tightly woven leather shaft smashed into the delicate lips of the pretty slave girl's cunt.
"I've gotta pee!" Debbie protested.
"You'll have plenty of time for that when you are in the ring!" Barbie said. "I want the two of you to beat the piss out of each other!" She laughed at her own joke, then instructed the guards to tightly bind the base of the young women's large breasts. The did so, pulling the cords so tight that the mammaries were distorted into bulging balloons. This terrible treatment was nothing new to either of the girls, but was more painful to Debbie, who had not yet fully recovered from the last terrible breast binding for the hanging party.
"Those are your punching bags, cunts," Barbie said, "and you know what to do with those from your training. Bang them hard, and put on a great show for the paying customers." She ran the flat end of her riding crop against each of the bulged nipples, causing the strained buds to stand erect and firm. "Of course, you don't have to limit your activities to punching. Wrestling, kicking, scratching and gouging are all part of your repertoire, and we expect to see a full demonstration of your new skills. I know what you can do; I've seen your training films. The only limits are the eyes. No popping the eyes. You can punch them and blacken them, but we want the loser to see what happens to her, so don't dig them out, or beat them until they swell shut. The loser must see her punishment. Everything else is fair game!"
"When is the fight over?" Gretchen asked.
"When you've beaten her unconscious, you have to fist fuck her. If that doesn't bring her around, the fight's over!"
"She's the one that's going to get the fist fucking!" Debbie said.
"Now there are a couple of other things you two should know," Barbie added. "There is no time limit, and you will not have the use of boxing gloves, even the tight and lightly padded ones you used for training. Tonight it's bare fists and sharp finger nails all the way! No time limit, and no rest breaks. It's all out war until one of you drops! If the fight's over before an hour of action, the winner is automatically degraded three points! If it happens in the first half hour, its five points, and if it happens before fifteen minutes, you'll both be considered the loser! We've mounted a big time-clock so you will be able to see how you're doing!"
"My God," Gretchen said, "She's a four, and I'm a three! That isn't fair!" She saw that Debbie's bulging boobs were turning bright red from the trapped blood in them. She looked down and saw that hers were just as red.
"Who said anything about fair?" Barbie said. "I know you both want this fight to go well, and you both want to win. There are these extra penalties because you have to keep the fight going for at least an hour, and if you don't, you pay the consequences, even if you win. Just to give you added incentive as the fight progresses, you will notice a large spit has been put up on the stage, in full view from your fight ring, and that there is a bed of glowing coals under it. You will remember it from the Excessive Gourmet's dinner party. The loser will not be impaled, but will be bound to the shaft, and roasted alive!"
Both girls screamed. They had both been present when the Excessive Gourmets had impaled and roasted two girls for a special meal. It had been horrible. At least those two had been killed before they went over the coals on the spit as human venison. Roasting alive was even more frightening. They knew this was no idle threat. There was nothing these terrible people would not do, or make women do, for money. Debbie started to wretch, but nothing came. She had been internally flushed right up to her stomach!
Suddenly Gretchen kicked out, striking Debbie's leg painfully below the knee. "You're not getting your fists into me, Bitch!" Gretchen screamed. "I'm gonna murder you in that ring!"
"I'll love the smell of you roasting, Cunt!" Debbie answered. Barbie could see that the girls were ready. Rubber ball gags were strapped onto their faces, so that the sounds of their blows to each other would not be disturbed by their screams. The sounds of their struggle, of the blows and the muffled moans, would be more interesting with the bitches gagged. There would be time enough later to hear the naked ladies scream.
The audience was crowded into the packed seating around the special little fight ring. On the mat the preliminary event was in progress. Two large girls were lying crotch to crotch, attempting to kiss with their pussies. To help them line up their sex organs, each of their cunts was impaled on the end of a big double dildo. The monstrous double cock filled both of their wombs but was much too long to allow their genitals to touch. They grasped each other by the wrists, and were grinding their hips, attempting vainly to get their pussy lips together. The device was pushing painfully against each girl's uterus, and as she desperately lunged on the device, she gave her own womb as hard a blow as she delivered to the other competitor. They were promised that if they did not do the cunnie-kiss within the five minute time limit, they would have to take the huge toy into their colons, and kiss with their rectums. The brothel owner played dirty. He had ensured that the big dildo was too long to allow their cunt lips to meet.
The ends of the ring posts stood more than a foot above the top rope, and were tapered. Four slave girls climbed into the ring, and climbed onto the ropes. They each positioned their cunt over the top of a post, and then lowered their weight onto the shaft, until they were sitting on the rope, legs spread so that their lower limbs would lie along the rope, with the tapered top of the post buried deep in their wombs.
The intrusion was far too deep for comfort, and the ends of the posts supported the weight of the women on their uterus. It was a devilishly clever arrangement. In this position, the girls would have to be eventually lifted off, as they were too deeply impaled to lift themselves off the posts. To ensure they stayed in position until they were too weak to get off the posts, their ankles were bound with slender gold straps to the top rope.
The ring was sufficiently elevated that these naked females did not interfere with the patrons' view of the action. The full breasted nudes made beautiful ring decorations. Twelve other slave girls were strategically positioned to serve drinks to the patrons. These waitresses wore only incredibly high heeled shoes. Their nipples were pierced, and attached by extremely short chains to a ring through their noses. This forced them to walk with their heads severely forward, and the chains pulled their large breasts upward for full effect.
The two entertainers struggling on the mat were clearly doing internal damage to each other, but were unsuccessful in getting their cunt lips together. They were dragged screaming off the device, and one by one they had the stout shaft forced up through their tight rectums into their colons. The anal stretching was severe, but neither sphincter ruptured. Their screams filled the hall as they began the second phase of their obscene struggle. Their colons were deeper than their vaginas, and with several moments of painful and entertaining struggle, they managed to at first get their buttocks together, and with extra effort, encouraged by whips, to get their rectums to kiss. They were forced to continue the bizarre and painful anal kiss for more than two full minutes.
The audience cheered as the naked female athletes, panting from exhaustion, were at last permitted to pull themselves off the monster dildo. They got to their feet, climbed out of the ring, and were leaving under escort, with blood trickling from their anuses, as the two main attraction competitors made their entrance. The audience turned and watched as the two gorgeous gagged women were led up toward the stage. They wore red satin flowing robes, that pressed against their bare bound breasts, clearly outlining the tortured mammaries through the form-hugging fabric.. They were magnificent as they moved confidently along the aisle toward the tiny ring.. Both knew enough to make the most of the moment. They would need the support of the audience if they were to win. Losing was too horrible to contemplate.
The saw the spit on the other elevated stage against the side wall, and they cringed as they saw the tiny flames dancing above the large and deep bed of coals. That fire would last through the night, and still be hot enough for the chef to cook breakfast over it. They knew from recent experience that there was enough life in that fire to cook a three hundred pound hog, or a woman impaled on or bound to the shaft. Both knew that one of them would die on that shaft over the fire, and would be cooked alive. Both were certain it would be the other, but knew that if they won the fight too fast, both would cook, bound back to back to the same spit. Barbie had assured them that if the fight did not go fifteen minutes, both would be losers, and the loss would mean being roasting alive for both of them. They had seen how ruthless this pretty jock bitch was, and they believed her. They also noticed the big time clock. It would have to make a complete circle before the loser could be decided.
These two captive girls had no love for each other, but the added incentive of the spit for the loser was enough to make them want to draw blood. They knew that if they could break some of their opponent's bones and force her eyes to swell shut they would gain a strong advantage over the other. They also knew that the other was to retain vision. Damaging the internal organs and breaking the other's bones were the only two safe objectives. They had learned well from the male fight instructors, and both were capable of rendering their opponent helpless. That was their single objective tonight.
They leaped up into the ring, climbing through the ropes under the spread legs of the girls decorating the corner posts. Each of them wore her long flowing cape as a prop, not a cover. The capes were attached only at the neck, and flowed backward to support the vision of their nakedness. Debbie was careful to pause as she climbed through the ropes, giving those in the audience in front a view of her dangling breasts, and those behind to admire her exposed cunt and asshole. She did a trick that brought laughter from the people behind her: she winked at them with her rectum. It was a trick the girls had come up with during the long boring days in their cages, and she had practiced puckering her sphincter and then opening it, in rapid succession, until she had mastered the obscene trick.
Gretchen had chosen black boots with a spike heel. They were very sexy, with a flared top just below the calf. Debbie had opted for a pair of bright red spike heeled string sandals, that showed her shapely arched feet to advantage. She was truly a knockout. Gretchen also wore a wide black leather belt. It's gleaming finish matched the shine on her black boots. The belt and the rim of the boots were decorated with sharp brass studs, and made her look as tough as she really was. She chose the belt because it offered some protection to her kidneys, and held her waist squeezed tight, so that her organs would not slosh around inside her if she took severe body blows. Gretchen was German, and very practical. She also had been taught how to do painful damage with decorative studs, and she intended to put that knowledge to work tonight. Debbie knew that her muscle tone was sufficient to serve that purpose. Her hourglass waist and tight tummy were sexy enough without the aid of a restricting belt.
The girls paraded around the ring, with their capes flaring out behind them, hiding nothing. Then they discarded the robes, and postured nude for the cheering audience. They were sure that having the audience backing them would help them in their cause, so they did everything they could to turn the audience on with their blatantly obscene exhibitionism. The gyrated their hips, thrusting them forward, legs spread, and fingered their genitals. Debbie pulled her vagina lips wide apart, revealing the bright pink cavern inside. Gretchen thrust two fingers from each hand into her vulva, and pulled so hard that the organ was revealed to its depths. They both planned to fight dirty, and this profane performance was getting them and the audience into the mood.
They gyrated their hips as they tugged open their vaginas, giving the audience a display of decadence like they had never seen before. These cunts were well trained, vicious, and without any moral restraint in their outrageous performance. They were the product of a society in which they had learned to claw and scratch for what they wanted, and now that drive was directed to benefit the owner of the infamous brothel. The man had simply applied his understanding of women to get the most from them, and he was very successful with his moneymaking ventures because of this ability.
Barbie, his prize product, now entered the ring, wearing her most outrageous costume, and carrying her favorite whip. She also carried a pole, four feet long, with a dildo attached at right angles to either end. She instructed the two fighters to do a hand stand. Both were capable of an extended arm support hand stand, but when they were up she had them lower their weight onto their shoulders. The reason soon became apparent. They were lined up with their legs spread, and crotches four feet apart. Barbie inserted the two dildos on the pole into the two cunts, and with a little manoeuvring, was able to climb up and stand on the pole. Her entire weight was supported by the cunts of the combatants.
Now she put her whip to work. At first she lashed at the girls sitting painfully on the ring's posts. With their cunts jammed onto the posts, they were totally vulnerable to the beating. The poor nudes attempted to protect their breasts with their arms, but the flailing leather raised angry welts on their limbs as well as their mammaries. Even their faces took a beating, and the beautiful young women were soon covered with angry red welts that announced how painful they were from their color.
Then she directed the whip to the two bitches supporting her, bearing her weight with their dildo-stuffed cunts. She dared them to drop her, and they somehow managed to retain their position, balanced on their shoulders. Their breasts, bound tightly at the base, were now a deep red, and their cramped position put extra strain on the bulging mammaries, so that the veins stood out clearly above the surface. Fortunately for them both they were in excellent shape, and their remarkable mammaries would likely survive this brutal treatment, if they themselves survived this evening of bizarre entertainment.
Suddenly Barbie began bouncing up and down, driving her weight down hard on the pole, and forcing the dildos to hammer with hard blows into the cunts of the inverted slave girls. This treatment was so painful that both bitches tried to scream through their gags. The monstrous treatment of their cunts was unbearable, and after a dozen forceful jumps, the girls collapsed, sending Barbie leaping off the descending pole. This was the kind of action the fight fans loved, and they cheered her as Barbie swung around and slashed her whip at the downed nudes.
"Get up and fight, cunts!" Barbie screamed at them, emphasizing her words with the lash of the whip. The two got to their feet, their cunts aching, and faced each other. The time had come to put their training into action, and to get sweet revenge on the other bitch. The dildo had stuck in Debbie's cunt, and she jerked it out with a loud "pop" as she faced her crouching opponent. The bitch was capable of anything, as she had discovered in the shower. She had to take advantage of any weakness that Gretchen showed, and give the naked bitch a brutal beating before she got one herself.
Debbie decided to move first. She knew that the aggressor often had the advantage, particularly in a new situation. All of the training in the world could not duplicate this bizarre situation, with these stakes, and she was not going to be the one to roast. She had too much to live for. Some day she would escape this incredible hell, and would make sure Barbie and the people who ran this dehumanizing operation were tried and executed for their heinous murders of innocent captive girls. She would make sure that Gretchen would roast tonight, so that she could survive and make these evil people pay with their lives.
Gretchen's foot caught her cunt with such sudden and unexpected force that she was lifted off the canvas, and fell back against the ropes. In an instant the kick to her groin was repeated, with such incredible power that she felt as if her lungs were driven up against her shoulders inside her. Her whole lower torso exploded with pain from the force of those two highly directed kicks. This bitch Gretchen was more of a threat than Debbie had realized. She too had been well trained in the arts of foot to cunt combat, and this was as much a test of the teachers as it was of the combatants. Gretchen's tight fists were now hammering at her punching bag tits, and it felt as if the blows were going to knock the bound tits right off her chest. This was moving entirely too fast. Debbie knew she had to get into the action fast, or it would be too late for her. That thought brought her to life.
As Gretchen moved too close while hammering those big ballooned tits, she got her knee up into the bitch's open crotch. She felt the warm moist pussy lips being mashed against the top of her knee, and at the apex of the kick, felt the hot inner meat of Gretchen's cunt as the blow flattened her vagina, spreading it more open that Gretchen had pulled it moments before. Before Gretchen could recover, she grabbed one of the German bitch's big bound tits with both hands, and heaved with all her strength, pulling the woman's distorted mammary off to one side. This manoeuvre had been used on her so often by her trainer that she knew it by heart. With her leg extended, Gretchen lost her balance and went over sideways, banging her head on the canvas.
Even as she went over, she screamed behind her ball gag. This was an incredibly painful treatment, and Debbie knew she was making progress in her struggle by the harsh gurgling sound of Gretchen's gagged scream. The cunt was hurting. Not as much as the fire would hurt her as she roasted alive, but this would set her up for it. This was not the time to be nice. Gretchen had to be the one to die tonight, and Debbie resolved to anything necessary to make sure that happened.
Gretchen shared the same sentiments toward Debbie, and was sure she was more capable a fighter than the American bitch. Almost as quickly as her head hit the canvas, Gretchen's boot slammed up under Debbie's chin. The spike heel dug into the meat under Debbie's chin, and pressed against her tongue. When the boot was jerked away, blood spurted out over Debbie's bound and bulging tits. Debbie was shocked at the ferocity of the kick.
Before Gretchen could regain her feet, Debbie jumped over her, and kicked down with her own spike heel, driving it into one of the fat mammaries of her opponent. She had caught the side of the tit, and after grabbing four inches of meat, the heel emerged and slammed against the canvas, pinning the German girl by her breast. From her inverted position, Gretchen kicked up against Debbie's exposed cunt, driving the toe of her boot into the moist gap so hard that the boot was wedged into the host cunt. Those of the audience laughed who were able to see that the heel of Gretchen's boot had also penetrated Debbie's rectum.
The pain and force of the kick was so great that Debbie lost her footing, and fell over onto her side. The spike heel of her string sandal remained buried in the meat of Gretchen's punctured tit, and Gretchen's boot was still firmly planted in her crotch. The two lay there, struggling on their side, giving the audience a great view of the pain they were inflicting on each other. The more they struggled, the more damage they were doing to each other, in very specific ways. These were not nice young ladies, and they were not being nice to each other.
They used their free legs to kick each other, and their fists to pound at any vulnerable-looking bitch meat. Gretchen made the break. Her boot was jammed so tight in Debbie's cunt that she could not extract it, but she managed to wriggle her bare foot out of the cunt-locked boot. That allowed her to twist in a way she could not before, and she pulled her impaled breast off the spike heel of Debbie's string sandal. Large drops of blood spurted from the puncture wound, but she ignored it, knowing she did not have the luxury of attending to a tit wound. Early damage was worse than she had anticipated, but it was manageable. She caught Debbie in the belly with her bare foot, knocking the wind out of the bitch, which gave her a chance to get to her feet.
Debbie desperately kicked out with a scissor kick, driving the legs out from under Gretchen before she could get balanced. Gretchen hit the canvas hard for the second time, landing on her bound breasts. They bulged so severely that the audience was amazed the tortured melons did not burst from the incredible pressure. Fresh gobs of blood spurted from the heel hole in her tit, but quickly reduced to a trickle. This time Gretchen pulled herself out of range before trying to get up, and then she used the ropes to get her balance. As Gretchen pulled herself up, Debbie scrambled to her feet, the empty boot still firmly lodged in her two holes, preventing her from closing her legs. Under other circumstances she would have been greatly embarrassed, but that was not even a consideration as she stood naked, and faced the woman who was intent on seeing her roast alive. She had the same intent for the big beautiful German bitch.
Gretchen suddenly lunged at Debbie, driving her head like a ramrod into Debbie's bound tits, and grabbing the startled girl around the waist. They crashed into the ropes, and then fell heavily to the canvas, with Gretchen maintaining her position on top. Before Debbie could recover, Gretchen leaped to her feet, pulling one of Debbie's ankles with her. She stepped on Debbie's inner thigh with both feet, holding the downed girl's right leg pinned as she stretched the left leg upward, pulling with all her strength. Debbie felt her cunt being stretched, but not enough to free the boot jammed tightly into it.
The strain throughout Debbie's groin was incredible. She felt as if her cartilage was snapping where her legs joined. Her cunt ached from the terrible tension, and it was only with the greatest effort that she was able to twist her torso and grab one of Gretchen's knees. With an enormous jerk, she pulled the bitch off balance, and Gretchen fell onto her back, her spread legs flying, and her skull striking the canvas with a terrible dull thud. Gretchen moaned through her ball gag, and twisted in an effort to get up. Before she could get to her feet, Debbie got her legs around the bitch's waist and clamped them together, squeezing with all her might. The big cunt twisted her torso, trying desperately to get out of the powerful leg grip.
Debbie's mouth had filled with blood from the heel puncture under the chin, and the ball gag made it difficult for her to clear her mouth by swallowing. She was feeling the strain of the constant rush of adrenaline, and was not sure she could last a lot longer. She realized that Gretchen was probably no better off, but she had to get the bitch while she could. She glanced at the big time clock and was startled to see that twenty minutes had passed. It had seemed like only two or three. She felt the studs on the big German bitch's belt grinding against her thighs, but she redoubled her squeezing and jerking with her powerful legs. She knew that the bitch was mad enough now that if she ever got free, she would kill her.
Debbie grabbed the ropes with her arms for support, and began twisting her legs in the opposite direction to Gretchen's writhing and twisting. The effect was to counter the big woman's efforts, and to get in extra squeezing power. The amazing German began climbing to her feet. Debbie held her firmly with her tightly clamped legs, and maintained her arm hold on the ropes. She squeezed with all her might as the big bitch got to one knee, and she actually felt as well as heard one of the cunt's ribs snap. She was doing real damage, as she knew she had to do if she were going to win.
The big Nordic woman got her other leg forward, and got her bare foot under herself. Debbie clung to the ropes desperately as the remarkable bitch came to a standing position. Debbie was now slung suspended between the ropes and the standing naked woman. Suddenly Gretchen's right knee drove up into the small of Debbie's back, and she felt her legs go numb. With that one powerful blow, the woman had got herself free. Debbie crashed to the canvas, and wondered if her back had been broken. She could not feel her legs.
In an instant Gretchen pounced on the downed girl, straddling her. Debbie felt the warm moistness of the bitch's wet cunt pressed against her belly. Gretchen grabbed Debbie by the ears, and began banging the helpless girl's head against the canvas. Debbie was virtually helpless, with no feeling in her gorgeous spread legs. She groped with her hands for Gretchen's bound tits, but the woman had her disoriented as she slammed the blonde head against the canvas again and again. Under the stretched fabric was thick plywood, well supported by a framework of timbers. It had no give, and Debbie saw stars with each terrible blow.
She also began to feel a tingling in her legs. The banging action caused so much movement that it actually helped the circulation in the numb legs. Debbie realized with relief that the blow to her back had probably pinched a nerve, causing the sudden numbness, and that the attack she was now enduring was giving her back the feeling in the lower limbs. As the feeling came back, so did control. With an incredible effort, she lifted her legs, arching her back, and as Gretchen leaned back, she managed to catch her around the neck with her legs.
Taking full advantage of the situation, Debbie locked her knees together, squeezing the bitch's neck with all her strength. She had no idea how much endurance she had left, but she knew if she was going to win, it had to be now. She twisted as Gretchen fell back, struggling, and when the big woman fell back, her cunt and anus struck Debbie directly in the face. The bitch had worked up a sweat during the fight, and the salty taste of her naked crotch-meat was powerful. Debbie tried to breathe, and found the full lips of the woman's damp vagina blocked her nose. The wet cunt covered her ball gag, and her nose was pressed against the starfish bud of Gretchen's rectum. She couldn't breathe. She could feel the straining muscles of Gretchen's bare back against her own cunt.
Debbie raised her knees as high as she could, then kicked both legs together with all of her might. The spike heels on her shoes dug into the sides of Gretchen's breasts, puncturing the bound mounds, and the big bitch screamed so hard she actually broke the band that held her ball gag in place. These were the results the audience had come to see. They had heard the uninterrupted sounds of the brutal blows the bitches had given each other, now it was time for the shrill and piercing screams that the merciless blows brought. Debbie brought her knees back once more, jerking the heels out of the blood-spurting holes they had made in Gretchen's boobs, and before she could kick again, Gretchen rolled off her.
Debbie instinctively moved after her, and she saw the kick coming. She turned her head, so that instead of puncturing her eye, the spike heel caught her cheek, ripping a trench right down to her chin, and breaking the binding strap of her ball gag at the same time. Now the frantic screams of both battling cunts were freed, and they filled the hall. Even though neither was required to kill her opponent, both of the beautiful bitches knew the looser was to die, so it was technically a fight to the death. Both were fully committed to win, and no quarter was asked or given.
The naked women regained their feet, although Gretchen was somewhat off balance with one of her boots off, firmly stuck in Debbie's cunt. They crouched, facing each other, each looking for an opening, while guarding against giving one. They screamed at each other incoherently, with blood trickling from their wounds. Suddenly Debbie rushed Gretchen, pinning the bitch against the ropes. She Drove her knee repeatedly up into the naked bitch's crotch, brutally slamming her cunt with each violent blow. This was how she had crushed the testicle of the male fighter during her training period.
Gretchen managed to get both hands onto one of Debbie's bound boobs, and by stepping aside, got the leverage to jerk the big breast sideways, throwing Debbie off her feet and across the small ring. Debbie bounced off the far ropes, and fell on her hip. She leaped to her feet, but Gretchen was charging, and she turned her side to avoid the kick she saw coming. Gretchen's bare foot hit her outer thigh so hard that she got a charlie horse. The muscle knotted, immobilizing the struck leg.
Debbie quickly turned her back in desperate defence, and the bare foot came up between her legs, striking her pouting anus and the empty boot stuck in her vagina. She bent forward against the ropes, her leg and crotch in severe agony, while three more rapid kicks drove against her stuffed cunt. Gretchen was taking the advantage, and was aggressively taking command of the cunt-fight. The third vicious kick actually knocked the boot out of her vaginal grip, and the sexy footwear flew out of the ring into the audience. Debbie spun around in desperation to defend herself, and took a series of punishing kicks to her bound breasts. The bulging mammaries bounced severely, slapping hard with a smacking sound against her shoulders and ribs with each vicious kick.
Debbie fell back against the ropes and dropped to her knees screaming as the bare foot came at her crotch again, and the kick hit her squarely in the cunt. The kick was so hard that Gretchen drove her entire foot, including her heel, into Debbie's tortured cunt. Gretchen tried desperately to pull her foot free, but it was stuck as firmly as her boot had been earlier. She balanced tentatively on her high heeled boot as she tried to jerk her foot free, but it was trapped in the warm moist cavern. Her eyes bulged as she saw the grip of Debbie's cunt on her ankle. She was trapped. The harder she tried to free her foot, the more she teetered on the high heeled boot. Both bitches were screaming, for quite different reasons.
At last Debbie realized her advantage, and she thrust and twisted her hips, causing Gretchen to rock and roll as she tried to remain standing. Now Debbie was able to hammer her knee into the bitch's cunt at will, and she did so, repeatedly, while Gretchen struggled helplessly, with all her efforts going into remaining standing. The advantage was amazing. Every blow to Gretchen's cunt caused her entire body to reverberate. The damage was clearly as severe internally as it was externally. Inside her Gretchen's uterus and kidneys were taking the most of the damage, but even her tongue got it, blocking off her screams with each impact to the groin area. Her pubic mound was soon swollen and bruised as the relentless knee continued the merciless pounding of her cunt.
As she established her authority, Debbie also began punching at the big bound tits, and her attack was as effective as her continuing pounding of Gretchen's cunt with her knee. The mammaries swung wildly from the narrow binding, flopping up against her shoulders, down against her ribs, around her side, or against the other bound mammary. Each blow caused the big boob to rebound, and the sound of the blows and the reaction echoed off the walls. The audience loved it.
Debbie kept up the merciless pounding of the big German bitch's cunt and tits, driving her fists and knee into the exposed organs of the off-balance nude, determined to prevent the bitch from regaining the upper hand. Her pounding fists hammered the twin punching bags of Gretchen's bound tits, flattening them and banging them to impossible angles. The audience was sure the big melons were in danger of being knocked off beautiful blonde's chest. Debbie's knee slammed repeatedly into the exposed cunt, with each pounding blow reverberating up through Gretchen's naked torso.
Debbie showed no sign of feeling for the distressed bitch: she knew it could just as easily be herself on the receiving end, and that Gretchen would give her no relief or mercy. The loser would roast alive, and she was glad to make Gretchen the loser. As she pounded the cunt, she got in a couple of direct hits with her tight fists to the big screaming woman's jaw. The second blow was a cross uppercut which broke the German bitch's jaw.
After enduring an incredibly damaging pounding to her big tits and cunt, Gretchen finally managed to jerk her foot free of the Debbie's womb, but at great cost. She fell backward, striking her head hard on the canvas, knocking herself out. The big bitch collapsed in a naked heap, her limbs akimbo. She didn't move. The blow had been strong enough to give her a concussion, and she was apparently unconscious.
Debbie screamed in a raw outburst of excitement and horror at the inevitable outcome. She had defeated the woman, but now she would have to watch the big naked bitch being roasted over the fire because of her success. Her heart was pounding, and she could not stand still. She leaped repeatedly into the air, screaming at the top of her lungs. She was hysterical, and hyperactive from the combined thrill and shock. Debbie leaped up and down, caught up in an incredible combination of exhilaration and horror. The best had happened for her, because she had won, but the worst was now about to happen to the woman she had so convincingly defeated.
Gretchen lay on her back, perfectly still except for her heavy breathing. She had taken a beating more severe than the excited fight audience could have hoped for, and now the fans were waiting for the promised follow-up to the spectacular bitch-fight. They would not be disappointed.
Barbie climbed back into the ring, and put her whip to work, lashing at Debbie's wildly bouncing bare ass and swollen cunt. The flailing of the stinging whip ensured the bizarre bounding and leaping dance continued. With every leap, Debbie's bound tits bounced in their own crazy dance. The whipping concentrated on her swollen cunt and rope-bound breasts, and the stinging smack of the whip caused her tortured female organs to swell out more and more, with no respite in sight.
This extensive violent sexual abuse was as severe as any Barbie had ever dished out to any slave girl that was expected to survive the punishment. She had it in for this beautiful girl who had adapted so well as a survivor her in the bordello, and had just defeated the German bitch Barbie herself had put up to taunting Debbie into a fight. The fiery young bitch Barbie had been certain Gretchen could defeat the smaller and less muscled cunt Debbie, but the remarkable bitch had proved her wrong, and her anger was enflamed to the point she was out of control.
Barbie's job here was to find and procure attractive young girls with spunk, ambitious secretaries on the way up, and turn them around so that they were on the way down. She had outdone herself with this cunt Debbie, who was so adaptable that she was becoming a threat. The boss liked her so much that he was giving her the best shows to work, and making them so threatening that she had to get bad or die. The cunt had responded, and had got very bad. It was that simple. If she died he would not be disappointed, because that would show she was not worthy of his attention. By winning tonight, the pretty young slave cunt had just moved herself up from a three to a four, when the whole point of the enslavement was to downgrade, not upgrade the bitches. Barbie was starting to hate this slave-cunt with a passion, and that was not good news for Debbie.
Barbie was tempted to treat the audience to the sight of a total vagina inversion, a rare occurrence in which the swelling becomes so severe that the organ actually begins to turn inside-out, until it stands out like a big cock. She had achieved it twice before with slave women, although only one of the slave bitches had survived the experience. She was sure she could get Debbie's cunt to invert as well as the others had done. What changed her mind was that there were other plans for this fine bitch, now that she was a trained and experienced fighter, and a total cunt inversion is not reversible.
The woman who had survived the whipping to full inversion, in which the victim actually shits out her own internal gonads through her cunt before the fuck shaft itself turns inside out, had been hanged by her cunt, the noose wrapped securely around the base of the long inverted organ. Her uterus with its bulbous ovaries and flapping falopian tubes were on full display, and hapless young woman had experienced more than an hour of hell as the guests present for her execution all got to drive a dozen foot-long steel needles into her meat and organs before she finally expired, moaning and writhing under the excessive abuse.
Debbie's snatch was indeed starting to unfurl itself already, as the stuffing and whipping it had endured were so severe. The pink inner meat of the gripping cunt muscle was showing itself, slowly sliding out. At the moment Barbie felt it was safe. She was tempted to try for a partial, but once the vagina started to unfold, she knew it was impossible to tell when the inversion would stop. Barbie decided she would use another slave bitch for that kind of demonstration, and she redirected her efforts with the whip to the bounding bitch's bouncing boobs.
Debbie's tits were covered with welts from the whipping the had already taken. The binding at their base was so tight that the swelling had made them as hard as basketballs, and nearly as big. Her nipples had also swollen under the strain, and now stood out like the early erections of small boys. The veins stood up across the bulging breasts, dark and angry, threatening to burst under the strain of their extreme binding. They had endured terrific punishment all evening, and were now subjected to more, for the entertainment of the fight crowd, and for the gratification of Barbie, the beautiful jock. Blood still trickled from the wounds she had received from Gretchen, and with every blow of the whip, splashed over her bare and bizarrely bound chest. Barbie was getting her rocks off with the whip.
Debbie found it hard to think of herself as a winner when she was backed into a corner, leaning against the belly of one of the slave girls who mounted the corner posts, being so brutally assaulted by that flailing whip. Barbie was showing her no more mercy than she had shown Gretchen. She was making Debbie pay for her victory dearly, and the audience loved it. They screamed their encouragement and suggestions to Barbie, who was so into the brutal assault that she needed no encouragement.
Debbie sunk to her knees, then sat down on the floor in total surrender as the flailing whip pummelled her naked flesh. The only thing that saved her from total destruction was that Gretchen at last began to show some signs of life. Barbie was by now completely out of control, and was slashing her whip viciously across Debbie's battered face, tits and cunt with wild abandon. She was going wild, and taking the show in a whole new direction. She was going to kill the beautiful nude bitch in the ring with her. The only thing on her mind was to kill the pretty cunt.
The boss sent a couple of his goons to drag Barbie away from the ring. The priveleged cunt had finally gone too far, abusing her authority by interrupting the script for the night's entertainment. She was kicking and screaming hysterically, swearing at the men for interrupting her murderous attack on the helpless slave girl in the ring. She kicked at them and tried to slash them with her whip, and she swore at them like a drunken sailor. Barbie was high on adrenalin, and had got entirely caried away with her aggression, totally out of control. She was so aggressive that the men had to actually strangle her until she passed out. The audience thought it was all part of the planned act, and they loved every minute of it.
The men left Barbie piled in a heap in the corner, and returned to the ring. They lifted the groggy Gretchen over the ropes, and by the time she was out of the ring she was fully conscious, and aware of her fate. She had lost the fight when her foot had stuck in Debbie's cunt, and now she was going to have to pay the awful price of defeat. Like Barbie just moments before, she struggled beautifully as the men lifted her and laid her back along the hot steel of the shaft over the fire. It was the same shaft that had been run through the body of one of the two girls impaled and roasted just a few weeks ago. Now she would roast alive on it.
It was important now that she not have the gag on, because the audience wanted to hear her response as the heat built in her body, and to savor her screaming agony as her fat started to melt an ran over her as she turned on the spit, to baste the roasting bitch in her own steaming juices. The men watched with rapt attention as the big German nude was bound to the shaft. Steel cross-braces were inserted through the shaft at the center and near either end, to which she was bound. Her single boot was removed, as was her belt. Her arms were bent severely back behind her, as they were simply in the way.
Debbie was dragged out of the ring, and she was made to stand at one end of the spit. Her job was to turn the big shaft slowly to ensure the big woman roasted evenly. Gretchen stared at her, with loathing in her eyes. Debbie grabbed the big handle of the bar and began to turn it. Gretchen screamed at the top of her lungs as the searing heat hit her breasts, belly, legs and face. She screamed anew when her back came around again, as it had already been well pre-heated as she was attached to the spit.
Debbie's whole body ached from the exertion and stress of the fight. Her tightly bound tits were incredibly sore from the brutal whipping they had endured. The pain was intense from the heel wound under her chin, and her bare ass was now taking sharp strokes from a riding crop wielded by one of the goons, encouraging her to keep up her efforts turning the screaming Gretchen on the spit over the brightly glowing coals. None of these ailments compared to the pain in her cunt, which was so swollen it now bulged between her legs.
Just for good measure, the man with the riding crop swung it up between her legs from time to time, just to keep the beautifully arrayed tortured organ at the forefront of her attention. It worked. Every blow, whether to the straining round ass or to the swollen cunt, brought a scream from the attractive slave, but the shrill sharp screams caused by the slashing blows to her vagina were more desperate and potent than any coming from the roasting bitch.
Because she would have ample time to heal, the goon had no restraints about harming the beautiful slave bitch, and having started his career as a pimp, he knew the value and pleasures to be had from severely abusing women. Particularly sexually attractive young women, such as the slave girl Debbie. This one screamed as good as any he had ever punished, and she brought him a sense of satisfaction that he was doing his job well when she screamed so well. It sounded like she was tearing out her throat with the shrill, piercing screams. The man knew the boss would be pleased with his work on her with his stiff crop
Gretchen pee'd on the fire as she roasted, bringing a burst of steam from the fiery coals and gales of laughter from the crowd. It proved to be their last laugh of the evening, although there was a gasp of appreciation when Gretchen's smouldering hair finally burst into flame and burned right to the roots. She died moments later, and most of the audience, more interested in the fight than the roasting, departed. Others stayed, because as the roasting continued to its completion, so did the whipping of Debbie as she was required to continue to turn the spit. The man stopped whipping her only when Gretchen's meat was fully cooked, which was more than two hours later.
While a few of the guests lined up for succulent cuts of the barbecued German woman, others lined up to slip on a studded cock ring or the spiked dildo, provided by the establishment, and Debbie's treat as the fight's winner took place. She placed her face in the belly of one of the girls sitting on a corner post of the ring, and the guests took turns mounting her from behind. A few of them were kind enough to use her cunt, painfully scraping the swollen walls of her fuck shaft with the cruel metal studs and spikes, but more of them were sadistic enough to use the satanic appendages on their weapons in her tender asshole.
Debbie was so faint from the ordeal that two of the guards had to hold her while the last of the guests satisfied their lust between her bloodied buttocks. She had endured so much since she had been brought into the hall much earlier that she was unable to respond to the painful abuse to her posterior as she would have had she been fresh. She still screamed and moaned, but she no longer had any fight left in her. She was not defeated, she just needed rest. There was one more task facing her before rest would be allowed to her.
When the hall was cleared of guests, their part of the evening over, all of them completely satisfied with the evening's fare of violent entertainment, the entire assemblage of the bordello's slaves was herded into the hall. They screamed at the sight that awaited them, and some of them fainted. The dripping fat from the roasting female carcass kept it moist and the skin smooth. Gretchen, now fully cooked, with only a few small steaks from her buttocks, thighs and breasts carved off, was as beautiful a sight as ever. Her meat was browner than when she was alive, but had plumped nicely as she had cooked, with her juices steaming inside her, making her look more youthful.
As part of their ongoing training, the slave girls were lined up, and forced to carve off and eat a succulent piece of meat as they stood by the roasted German woman, still impaled on the spit. It was believed that to make them into true canibals, they would have to eat one of their own, which was the purpose of the exercise. The bordello owner's intent was to demoralize the women totally, and he had an ongoing campaign of activities which would do exactly that. Being forced to eat Gretchen was indeed demoralizing for them. The only way Debbie managed to choke down the piece of Gretchen's breast she had cut for herself was to remember that it might easily have been her that had roasted. More than once during the fight she had been in serious danger of losing, and it was only Gretchen's mistakes that had saved her Gretchin's fate.
Most of the girls managed the task bravely. Two of them heaved, but none of the slave girls had eaten in more than forty-eight hours in preparation for this moment, and their heaves were dry. When they had finished what they had taken, they were forced to go back for seconds, and then thirds. Anyone who hesitated was immediately degraded a point, which took three of the sobbing nude girls down to the level of 1.
When all of the weaping beauties had dined, the line was reformed, and all of the gorgeous slave girls were required to carve off more meat from their roasted friend and eat for a second time, and then a third, until there was little meat left on the carved carcass. At last all were allowed to return to their pens, and Debbie was given much needed medical attention. When the binding ropes were removed from her breasts, the tortured mammaries retained the bizarre balloon shape. They had been bound too tightly for too long. It would take several days for them to resume their original shape, which at the moment looked impossible.
Both her cunt and asshole were severely lascerated, and would require substantial medical attention. She was a cunt worth preserving, as long as she could avoid being totally degraded. She had survived another show, and had even earned a point, but at terrible cost, to both her body and her spirit. What was important was that she had somehow survived to entertain another day.
The End (for now)
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