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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: ULTIMATE COMBAT 1 & 2
Published: 04.07.2024
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Young One, Violence, Abuse Stuff
Synopsis: Ivan Pornoski is a disreputable fight promoter from Detroit. He wanting to expand his operations, had come to Chicago, and done some significant renovations to an abandoned fight gym. Pornoski’s reputation came not from the matches he promoted in seedy boxing; kickboxing and extreme fight establishments. He produces snuff videos, featuring innocent young girls forced to fight for their lives naked. Some will die for the chance to win. It gets quite nasty for them and profitable for Ivan.
Ultimate Combat 1 & 2
CHAPTER ONE
The special and highly restricted access “Ultimate Combat” bout was not advertised, except to the hard-core fight fans that were steadied at the Hardcore Sports fight arena. An elite group of businessmen and corporate leaders were also invited, and the additional event was slated for a 2:00 AM start.
This was well after the regular evening card of fights had finished, and the cleaners had done their work and left for the night. It was the nature of this very special event that it required total secrecy. With the closed environment for unregulated activities, the wagering could be conducted completely in the open.
There would be no gaming commission inspectors looking over the shoulders of the club’s management. It was not the gambling that was at issue; this was a certified gambling establishment. The secrecy was required because of what the gamblers were placing their bets on – the life or death of the young and eventually naked extreme fighters.
The Chicago gym had been transformed a few years ago from a regular boxing gym that had been used for decades to train top fighters but had lost its clientele to a new facility just a few miles north, closer to the middle of town. The gym had become run down from neglect, and the building sat empty for a couple of years.
Then Ivan Pornoski, a disreputable fight promoter from Detroit, wanted to expand his operations, came to town, and did some significant renovations. Pornoski’s reputation came not from the matches he promoted in seedy boxing; kickboxing and extreme fight establishments.
It came instead from his very profitable sideline of producing an even seedier product, snuff videos. He became known as Ivan the Terrible. Ivan Pornoski had a system that worked very well. He would collect five beautiful young women every month, and award them an all-expenses-paid vacation to Haiti.
He owned an old hotel there. He used the basement studio he had built to produce his videos where one at a time the young ladies would be taken downstairs for a well-planned and exciting rape, torture, and snuff session. He told the other girls the one who suddenly wasn’t there had chosen an optional extra tour.
Two trusted Haitian couples provided the staff he needed for his obscene productions. They were without morals, with the men doing the technical work with the equipment while the women got into bizarre leather costumes, donned masks, brought along weapons, and were highly excited to perform the snuffs.
Ivan would hire some muscular young punks from the body-building club next door to get naked and do the rapes and beatings of the girls, then they would be paid off and leave before the women took over to perform the cunt killing. The effort and results provided a great supplement to his income.
Ivan got lucky when the Haitian police got suspicious of the disappearing girls, and were getting close to a bust when the big earthquake hit. The hotel collapsed during a taping of snuff, with the entire building being compressed into the space that was once the basement.
Everyone involved in his operation below that hotel, both the crew and the actors, were crushed to oblivion, and permanently buried in the hotel rubble. There was nothing to be found of either the equipment, tapes or the people. Every trace of that operation disappeared in a single natural event.
At the abandoned Chicago fight club, most of the dressing rooms, offices, a couple of smaller training rings, and a workout room had been removed to make room for stands that would seat nearly five hundred of his spectators. The standard ring elevated another three feet, had been enlarged to twenty-five feet to the side.
The ring’s posts and ropes had been removed, and a large steel cage was built over the entire structure to accommodate the fast-growing sport of extreme fighting. Men in excellent shape were engaged. They were capable of delivering to each other sledgehammer blows, but had not developed the best defensive skills.
Better training in defense would have allowed them to become competitive fighters, but they were suitable for Ivan’s needs. He required significant damage to be done. They would go at each other, combining what bits they knew of boxing, Karate, Kickboxing, Mai Thai, and several other aggressive sports.
There were, unlike most fight organizations, no restrictions on severe damage such as biting, gouging, or extreme genital damage. Everything was acceptable, including ending a fighter’s career, and the worst damage they could manage was the least that was expected by both Ivan and his audience.
When television sports channels took up extreme fighting it became more popular, and the manager of the redesigned gym, wanting to build on the popularity of rougher fights, had introduced nude female fighting, and had quickly learned how aggressive women could be when properly stimulated.
He paid each fighter immediately after a fight, and they told friends who told friends until soon he had developed a stable of skilled female fighters not afraid to put on a show of violence and to hurt each other in front of a supportive audience, knowing they would not have to wait weeks to see if they would be paid.
The working-class women who found the fight ring a great way to make extra money were quick to discover that the more damage they did to an opponent, the more money they were paid. Pornoski regularly moved female fighters between his popular Detroit and Chicago rings, realizing they would have no qualms about doing damage to a woman they did not know.
Even more effective was his way of making women who knew each other to get into a conflict situation before their fight night, which also created interesting fights. As the sport became more mainstream, people could find extreme fights at any time of day or night on satellite television.
To keep ahead of the game, Ivan introduced to his audiences nude fighting, first with men, in what he accurately called Cock Fights, due to the involvement of their erections as handles for groin grips, then with women, and inspired by the growing success, he had burly nude men fighting naked women, in what proved to be very successful mixed extreme fighting, with the smaller women becoming the regular and expected losers.
He added a restriction in the fights to exclude gouging. Then he introduced genital abuse beyond punching and scratching, and castration became a common outcome for some male fighters engaged in very rough cock fights. Some of the female fighters sharpened their teeth, and damaging bites to faces, breasts, and genitalia became common.
This proved to be very popular, and a bigger payoff was given to those who used their teeth to injure their opponent, particularly by biting off a chunk of an ear, penis, testicle, breast, or vulva. Everything they did to each other was acceptable in the name of sport, and the appearance of blood simply demonstrated the fight was progressing.
Pornoski came up with a novel idea which, although entirely illegal, he thought he could sell to his wealthiest gamblers. He was right. More people than he could have imagined wanted in, to witness what he termed an ultimate cunt-fight, a fight to the death between a pair of naked bitches.
In these battles, two beautiful young women would enter the ring nude. They were often mature but were sometimes teens with a good record and bad attitude. She went into the ring naked with the sole objective of dominating, humiliating, severely battering, and then brutally killing her opponent. The fight would not end until a kill had been achieved.
Death fights had become popular among the wealthy in both Europe and America between the world wars but had ended when the US entered the two-year-old European conflict against Hitler in early 1942. Ivan Pornoski was certain the bloody fights with such spectacular endings could be revived.
He was determined to achieve his goal in the heart of conservatism, and he committed to rebuilding the secretive extreme sport. He discovered that two of his gorgeous amateur female fighters, twenty-one-year-old Allison and another young beauty named Renee, twenty-two, worked at the same factory, a plant owned by one of his preferred clients.
Renee was a riveter, and Allison moved large sheets of formed steel into position for riveting. Allison was called to the manager’s office and promised a promotion for entertaining his penis inside her vagina. He knew how to line up a young worker for a fuck. She bought the idea willingly and gave him an incredible ride some men would die for.
It was very easy to arrange for Renee to be fired and Allison given her job. To make it sweeter, Allison was called into the foreman’s office right after the morning coffee break to be given her promotion, and her first task was to inform Renee she was taking her job, and then telling her that she was fired.
Allison had no trouble doing that, as she was a suitably ambitious cunt. Their heavy work ensured both very attractive and fit young ladies had excellent upper-body strength, and at the time of the promotion of. Allison and the firing of Renee were both wearing rough work gloves to protect their hands.
Renee was very good at her job and had no sense she was at risk of losing it to an inexperienced younger cunt. Two supervisors were present to ensure that the fight between them that they were certain would immediately break out did not go far enough to do any damage; they could and should save that for the ring.
They saw enough of their brief combat to recognize that Renee was easily the better fighter, and was more motivated because of the developing situation that triggered the fight. In heavy industry, girls who were employed, just like men, saw violence as the solution to any unexpected situation.
It was the standard in the seedy gambling fight business to ensure a mismatch, and then to promote the lesser fighter to ensure the house did well. Sometimes an underdog would rise to the occasion, but usually, a little weight added to the gloves of the Club’s choice took care of the odds.
It was important to make certain their superior cunt-fighter produced a show of violence that went on and on, right to the ultimate conclusion, to provide the audience with a bloody kill for their entertainment. These two had easily enough hate for each other that one of them killing the other was a certainty.
A couple of minutes into the fight that broke out at the factory, the managers pulled the young female workers apart and held them just out of reach, facing each other, as they had been instructed to do, ensuring that the already present hatred they felt for the other seethed up inside them.
They were going to be required to do something quite extraordinary to each other, and sufficient motivation was critical to the success of the event, ensuring one killed the other. Success was not an issue, as regardless of the outcome, the house raked in huge profits from the gambling.
Renee was escorted out of the factory and off the property, but not before she saw Allison putting on her goggles and being trained to use her fifteen-pound riveter. It was Renee’s job, and that younger bitch Allison had stolen it. That stinking bitch had to be taught a lesson she’d never forget.
Allison was standing in profile, concentrating on the operation and use of the heavy riveter, and even in boots and a riveter’s apron over her jeans and blouse, her remarkable figure was arresting. Renee swore to herself that she would hurt that younger and inexperienced impostor Allison in a way that would make the bitch tremble in fear whenever she thought of it.
As was common with women, she resolved she would hurt the cunt in a way she would always remember who did it to her. Beyond that, the bitch would never again stand so self-assured, looking so sexy to any man that could get it up. She would get that ambitious job-stealing bitch and make her pay if it was the last thing she did.
Renee had no idea that her resolve was what it very well might be, at least for one of them. She was mad enough to kill, but at this early stage, had no idea what was expected of her. That cute cunt Allison would never be able to work again, let alone in her job, and she would forever regret replacing her.
CHAPTER TWO
Arnold the janitor smoothly stroked his extensive erection, controlling the long stout flesh shaft that always brought him so much pleasure, as he sat in the dark space he had built for himself during the renovations of the gym. He had made himself a copy of the master key so that he could come back after the workmen had left for the night, and do some special carpentry of his own.
His unusual hiding space was unknown to the gym’s owner or manager, Mr. Pornoski, who had hired him as a janitor. His secret space gave him a view through special vents he had installed that allowed him an excellent view into the dressing rooms where fighters prepared for their bout, as well as into the small fight arena.
He was supposed to have left the building after sweeping up, but instead had slipped quietly into his secret space. He had heard the boss talking on the phone about someone coming over in the middle of the night, joining others, and although he had no idea what to expect, he knew it would be something dirty or they wouldn’t do it after everyone went home.
Arnold had watched some pretty dirty videos being made in late-night sessions, and there was no way he going to miss one of those affairs. Sometimes they’d make a hardcore video of a good-looking girl being killed, and that was awesome. The first time he saw a bitch kill he was so shocked he had shit his pants.
There was a violent video cunt snuffing a couple of times a month, and he came every night, not wanting to miss one. His secret space was well soundproofed, and he had installed a small cot and bar fridge to keep some food if he needed it. He also had some incredible toys he’d bought and a few he’d made that allowed him to have a good time between shifts when nothing was going on in the fight cage.
Two shelves he’d put in were loaded with his collection of porno and bondage magazines, and buried deep under them a couple of cum-stained kiddie-porn magazines, featuring little girls being deeply fucked by well-endowed men. Arnold could keep himself well-occupied for hours while he waited to see what, if anything, was going to happen.
Whenever Arnold was required to help disassemble the fight cage he was sure it was going to be video night. He knew at the time he was hired as a janitor that his boss was a pornographer, and he had often watched late-night videos being made of hard-core sex, bestiality, and his very favorite, nude two men-on-one woman bitch beating.
One night his balls had ached from coming so hard and so often when the muscular nude boxers had knocked the naked bitch they were doing unconscious, had given the bitch half a dozen more shots to the head, making sure she stayed out and then had got their big pricks into her for a butt and cunt fuck.
They kept on fucking her, using both her asshole and her cunt, and kept it up until she came to. With their pricks still inside her, they sat up and ripped her belly open with a box cutter, and while she screamed they tugged out her guts, and then slit her throat, all for the cameras. That was a cunt snuff to remember.
Tonight the cage was left in place, but he was sure from what his boss had said on the phone that there would be something worth watching if he stayed. He was single and had nothing else to do anyway, and he liked nothing more than watching the debasing of women that always happened in these late-night shows.
The payoff for him was watching beautiful chic models being fucked by men, fists, or dogs, or better still, screaming their lungs out while being violently battered for the cameras. Seeing this happen made the inconvenience of enduring the tight space he’d built for himself a minor price to pay.
Arnold knew he was too ugly to ever be lucky enough to get his prick into a woman, but his skilled fist working his shaft made a great substitute and was always ready. His fist was his favorite cunt, and it got a great fucking whenever the stage below was in use, for the sexual abuse of naked young women.
He lived to satisfy the lust of his penis, and although he frequently drained his balls during a voyeuristic session, splashing thick gobs of semen onto the wall below his viewing vent, his penis restored full erection quickly. He liked to think it was because of the constant practice he gave his cock.
His regularly repeated remarkable performance in ejaculating proved him to be an insatiable masturbation master. Arnold was proud of his sexual ability, and the way his penis responded to a good masturbation. Tonight, he had ensured he would sustain a prolonged raging erection by taking three Viagra.
The little blue pill prolonged his erections, always assisted in prodigious semen production, and aided in the rapid restoration of his ability to shoot, thereby tripling his pleasure. His production, as well as recovery time, had always been something that gave him pride, but if chemical assistance is available, why not take advantage?
Arnold thought of everything. He was a frequent visitor to the dump, and he had found a perfectly functioning camper toilet he had brought up to his secret space (it was too small to call it a room) and he got it working, so he wouldn’t have to reveal himself because of the need to take a piss or shit during a hot sexually stimulating performance in the fight cage.
Tonight he sat on the little toilet with his pants down, his cock standing up between his legs, ready for action. This way, if he had to take a piss or shit while the action was going on, he wouldn’t have to move to relieve himself. If it were dead quiet a the time, any movement could cause a sound to reveal him.
Two naked female technicians had completed the lighting and the setting of the microphones and left the studio to go into the control room for a quick fuck before the show began. Within five minutes the main doors opened and guests began to enter and take their seats. Two nude waitresses in amazing heels served them drinks.
The naked girls, both in their early teens, also sold them marijuana joints, pre-rolled, and even lit them for them. The whole place had a permanent blend of the aroma of semen and pot. Arnold was so used to it that when he went outside, he had to get used to the lack of pot or semen smell in the air, he was so adjusted to it.
On cue, the side door opened, and two teen girls were brought into the studio. They were well built and wore incredibly minuscule mini bikinis and spike-heeled calf-high boots. They were also very beautiful, but that was always the case when young teen girls were brought to the theater to perform sex.
He guessed they were no more than fifteen or sixteen, and both had fully developed bodies, but if they survived, would probably grow taller. String bikinis was overstatement. The tops consisted of a colored string tied around their chest, with a loop around their extended nipples.
The strings were tied behind them on a bow and were tight enough to bulge their big breasts above and below it, with the strings cutting into them. The bottom was also just a length of string, matching the color they had on the top, one being red on the blonde and the other yellow on the brunette.
This lower string was wrapped around their erect clit, forcing it to stand upward, and went between their lean legs, holding their cunt lips apart and splitting the bulge of their anal ring, to be tied around their waist with a bow in the back, beneath the bow tying their top. These string bikinis served more as incidental decorations than as costumes. The two were naked, to begin with.
Arnold had seen both of these great-looking teen cunts fighting during the regular programs. He knew by their expressed preferences that the slender strings of the tops and bottoms of their bikinis would be gone early in the fight. They were both good fighters, both had been winners of their previous bouts, in which they had quickly become naked, but he’d never seen them fighting each other. He believed the brunette had a better chance.
They had very sexy moves, and he had jacked off frequently to the sight of these hot young high school dropouts fighting. The boss always loaded his fighting bitch’s cunts with a red or cream-colored gel that slowly warmed from body heat and was ejected as they fought, as if they were menstruating.
There was nothing more exciting than to see a flared cunt on wrestling bitches’ spread and squirt when they strained or were punched hard on the lower tummy. He noticed with glee they wore the smaller boxing gloves without much padding that left the ends of their fingers free.
Their fingers had two-inch-long tapered tubes clamped onto them, the edges sharpened so that they gleamed, giving them dangerous metal claws, which meant tonight they were intended to do lots of highly visible damage to each other. That was good for the audience, made up of extreme fight fans who always loved to see blood. He too always liked it when the ladies would bleed.
Bleeding made the screaming and shouting and constant stream of tears from the young naked cunts more believable. He had been told to put some brass knuckles into a pair of gloves like those yesterday afternoon, and he wondered if one of the girls was wearing the pair he had altered.
He hoped so. This fight was likely to go the distance, not stopped before there was an exciting bitch-kill. It would be hot to know he had a part in a victory, and at the same time contributed to a brutal bitch killing. It would be a famous one because they were making a television show out of it.
Before the fight began, Arnold was so turned on by what he saw that he had his first orgasm, quietly pumping his big cock and ejaculating onto the cum-coated wall. These cock-teasing cunts in their string bikinis, soon to be naked, always wore spike heel shoes that made them amazing stimulators for his enormous libido.
He decided he wanted to see the slightly taller blonde cunt being killed by the brunette. That would be so sweet. Arnold wondered if either or both of the young girls had engaged in sex with boys at their school before they dropped out, being certain they had after they were on their own.
The brunette cunt had an attitude about her, mainly in the way she moved, that got Arnold’s cock erect as he watched them giving the audience a chance to appraise their value and chances in the ring. The blonde was so pretty and moved so sexily in that spike-heeled boot that he came before they even touched gloves to get their fight to the death underway.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO