There a heavily armored truck, the kind used to take money to and from banks, awaited them. The safe-like back doors were open, and inside were eleven women, six of them nude, hanging from ceiling hooks like sides of beef, their feet swinging above the floor. Bungee cords bound their legs together, and Hallie was lifted up and bound in place to make it an even dozen. They waited, and four more, including Vivian, were brought up, one by one, and tied in place. The doors to the van were slammed shut and the heavy vehicle with its precious load started to move.

The women swung freely as the truck turned, started or stopped, but they had sufficient room that they did not bang into the walls or each other hard enough to bruise, and they were bound in a way that made it impossible to purposefully hurt each other. Hallie understood the need for high security, but was too focused on the beating she planned to give Vivian to feel too much about being hauled like a side of meat to the D-Ring Casino to perform.

Her arrival to the indoor loading dock swinging by her wrists inside an armored vehicle was in stark contrast to the arrival by limosine of the excited fight fans she had witnessed just a few nights before. The excitement she was experiencing was different, because what she was feeling was the anticipation of the adrenalin-filled combatants, who were about to give the audience the bloody violence they had come to see. Hallie was confident she was ready.

She vowed to herself she would coat the canvas with Vivian’s blood. It was clear to her that Vivian was just as excited, having been fully trained to want her fight. It was going to be great! She was going to get to beat the living crap out of that filthy whore, and make a mess of that gorgeous face in the process!

The women had been loaded into the highly secured Business Woman transport vehicle in the reverse order of their appearance in the ring. The last two aboard were a pair of pretty young teens, stocky teenage jocks, a pretty blonde and a serious looking auburn-haired beauty who according to the handlers were to be the audience warm-up act prior to Hallie and Vivian's preliminary round. They looked much younger than Hallie was certain they must be. They looked like fresh elementary school graduates, far too young to be part of D-Ring, and certainly had no ring experience.

These young girls were taken off first, and when Hallie and Vivian were taken into the dressing room, the two girls stood naked, and they had just the beginning rise of flesh instead of developed breasts. Their legs were spread as they were held in an awkward position by their handlers, their pelvises rotated forward as a doctor injected a thick liquid into their pubic mounds, skillfully enlarging and firming the lips of their hairless vaginas for enhanced visibility. These two had clearly not had a visit to the organ sculpor. They were getting a short-term enhancement that would outlast their time in the ring tonight.

Hallie and Vivian were too stoked up to be bothered too much at the moment about the death of the young girl. After all, they hadn’t seen it happen, and didn’t know those youg girls anyway. They were both ready and anxious to go, but the tunnel was blocked, pending the sound of the buzzer announcing the gamblers had placed their preliminary bets and everything was ready for their presentation.

Hallie was surprised at the level of anxiety she felt, then realized it must be an effect of the shot she had been given. It probably contained adrenalin, and perhaps some mood altering drugs as well. She felt a fury rising inside her, and was straining against her handlers when at last the buzzer rang.

The walk down the long tunnel seemed to take forever. Hallie wanted to run. Running would not be a good idea in these spiked heels. She knew she would put the pointed toes to good use. Vivian was held back until Hallie had entered the ring. Like implied in the title, the ring was D shaped, and the flat side was not ropes but instead a thick translucent Plexiglas wall, protecting a pair of close-up television cameras.

The Plexiglas was perfectly clear, except for some small spots of blood splattered onto it from the previous bout. Hallie looked around the casino-theatre-arena at the cheering crowd. The place was opulently appointed, and topless cocktail and bet taking waitresses were evident everywhere. When they passed by the ring Hallie was surprised to see the attractive, well endowed waitresses were also bottomless.

Until the bout actually started, the gamblers could still place bets, and many of them were waiting to see the nude amateur combatant girls in the ring before choosing a favorite. Hallie posed and postured as she had been directed to do in her photo shoot, and the crowd loved it. She stood facing the ropes, spread her long gorgeous legs, grabbed the post and pulled hard, causing her breasts to bunch on her chest and her pelvis to rotate, displaying her no longer private parts to their full extent, then spread her swelled vagina for them like a real professional whore. Nobody would guess from watching her that this young woman was a rank and untried amateur.

Another cheer announced the arrival of Vivian in the ring behind her. Hallie spun around, and was struck by the beauty of her opponent. The spotlight illuminated her blonde hair, and her tits appeared to be firmer than Hallie remembered them. Had the doctor shot some of his special goo into her tits to firm them up? Vivian was a great looking broad, and would make an even better looking victim.

This was really nothing but a fancy meat market, and Vivian was definitely going to be the meat. At that moment she decided she would make the cunt a target for the doctor's pistol. There was no need for Vivian to take part in another bout; the husband-stealing cunt was totally disposable, and she was up to the task.

Before Vivian could do a routine to arouse the crowd, a man stepped into the ring. He wore a formal tux jacket with tails, a top hat, black leggings, patent leather shoes and no pants. He sported a raging erection, and held over his head a sign that said ROUND 1 AND ONLY. It meant there would be no breaks during the battle that was about to start. It would continue until there was a clear winner, with one of these two ladies beaten unconscious by the other.

As the man thrust the sign repeatedly upward while turning to show the sign to everyone, he ejaculated, spurting hot jism into the air that spashed onto the blood-stained canvas. It was the first time Hallie noticed that as well as the fresh stains, there were extensive old blood stains on the canvas, reminding spectators that this was truly a blood-sport casino. In places the heavy canvas was crusted with it, so that it powdered into a brownish rising dust when the MC stamped his feet.

The man took out his red poof from the pocket and bent over to wipe up his spilled semen, as if the combatants were in danger of slipping on it in the heat of battle. This drew a laugh from the crowd, and Hallie saw the topless waitresses scurrying to collect last minute bets from the packed house of gamblers. Suddenly there was a shrill buzzer that marked the close of betting on this bout. The handlers climbed out of the ring but held the combatants to keep them apart while the ring announcer introduced them, the mike he had taken from his jacket pocket amplifying his voice over the PA.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, meet and greet our novice team, a pair of very lovely young ladies who have never appeared in a fight ring before. In the beige corner, wearing the beige shoes with auburn hair, the vivacious challenger from the diminishing city of Flint, where since the closing of the GM plant, prostitution is now the number one industry, Miss Flossie Ho!"

Hallie knew she was going to be given a stage name, but she was enraged at the insult. She was also pissed off she was introduced as the challenger. She had caused this fight to happen, done the audition, and nominated Vivian. Her angry response of thrusting her middle finger into the air was mistaken for a statement of how she was about to treat her opponent. She knew that the audience already had these stage names because they would be printed in the program, along with a lewd photo of each of them.

Otherwise the gamblers would have no basis on which to place early bets, since these lovely novices had no track record. She wondered what kind of poses Vivian had done for the photographers. Probably something really obscene, like a with a dildo stuffed in each hole. Or maybe the dicks of a pair of young studs.

"And in the red corner, wearing the red shoes and with beautiful blonde hair, Miss Ho's mortal enemy who has accepted the invitation to return the beating offered, from the South Side of Chicago, where this lovely young lady moved from a veterinary clinic where she practiced animal husbandry to be an entertainer at a sex bar, where she practiced animal wifery, copulating with horny hounds for the entertainment of the patrons, the gorgeous and equally vivacious Miss Delia Doggie Doo Doo. Miss Ho irreverently calls calls Miss Doo Doo Miss Doggieshit!"

The audience roared with laughter, and at that instant the handlers released the raging novice combatants. The MC quickly exited the ring as Hallie charged across the ring, and was met head on by Vivian. They slammed into each other in full flight, and immediately grabbed at each other while each delivered a rapidly raised knee to the naked groin of the other. Their was a splat sound as the knees encountered and slammed into moist swollen cunt-meat. Hallie tried to hook an ankle behind Vivian's leg to force her off balance, but with one foot off the ground, the spike heeled shoe she stood on gave her insufficient support, and Vivian brought her crashing down onto her back.

The young blonde bitch straddled her and began pounding her fists into Hallie's face. Hallie drove her fists hard up into Vivian's big tits, making the blonde scream in pain. Hallie could feel the moist vulva of her enemy pressing against her belly, and thought of Brad's cock plunging to its depth into her warm damp cock holster. She hated the bitch, particularly because of her using that cunt she could now feel to make Brad prefer her to his wife. She had to make this bitch pay, and could not do that lying on her back.

With her knees raised and wide-spread, Hallie made a huge effort to heave, and by raising her hips as far as she could, managed to move the blonde bitch forward on her. She quickly raised her legs high, and managed to get her ankles crossed around the blonde bitch's neck. She squeezed as hard as she could to cut off Vivian's air, then jerked her legs downward, pulling the bitch over backward. Now Vivian's groin was right in Hallie's face. She grabbed the opportunity and dug her teeth into the exposed swollen vulva, the sex pit that had given Brad comfort, and clamped her teeth down in the salty feminine meat as hard as she could.

Vivian attempted to buck her hips to free her vagina from the grip of Hallie's teeth, but the auburn haired beauty held firm, tasting blood which she knew was not her own. The fight was going well for Hallie at the moment, but was far from over. It was necessary to make the bitch suffer. She kept her legs locked around Vivian's neck, jerking them hard to cut the blood supply to the bitch's brain, if she had one.

She did. Vivian felt her face going beet red, and made a desperate move. She started to piss. The spray went directly into Hallie's throat, and now the young woman apparently in control was in danger of drowning on her enemy's urine. Amber piss splashed in volume from the corners of Hallie's mouth, and the audience caught on to what was happening, roaring their approval.

Hallie's legs around Vivian's throat also pinned her arms, but her own arms were free. She started pounding on Vivian's stretched tummy with all her might, hurting her, but the piss continued to flow. At last Hallie was forced to abandon the grip of her teeth on Vivian's cunt, and she violently coughed up piss that was entering her lungs. Vivian was now able to roll, but Hallie's leg hold remained firm, and she managed to twist around to get her tummy out of the way of those fists. This maneuver put her face directly in line with Hallie's cunt. She took immediate hold of the situation, and dug her teeth into the woman meat as firmly as Hallie had grasped hers.

Vivian's vulva was still within easy reach, and having partially cleared her bronchial tubes of urine, Hallie once more sunk her teeth viciously into the bleeding vagina. She started rocking as Vivian bucked, and ignoring the pain in her own organ, managed to roll onto her side, getting the weight of the bitch off her. They each had a vice lock with their jaws on the other's cunt, but Hallie had now got into the position where piss would not drown her.

She wrestled the slightly taller but lighter woman onto her back so that she took for herself the dominant position. Vivian increased her powerful biting action on her vagina, causing sharp pain to stab through her groin. Demonstrating both strength and determination, Hallie bit back with equal vigor, and now mimicked what had happened to her and started pissing, filling Vivian's mouth and throat with hot acrid liquid which she could not expel. This caused Vivian to cough violently, and it was clear she had breathed as the fresh urine gushed into her mouth, drawing some of it painfully into her lungs.

Ms. Loretta sat in one of the organization's box seats, taking careful notes. She had seen a lot of novice fights in her time at D-Ring, but this was one of the best she could remember. Whichever of these young ladies triumphed, she would put her into the veteran fights. Although neither had formal fight training, both had excellent instincts, which the audience appreciated.

Best of all, if both were able she would schedule a rematch, and definitely bill it a feature-act death fight, requiring a kill. The other women fighting tonight would have a tough time matching the action these novices were giving them. She picked up her cell phone, speed dialed the doctor and instructed him to double the shots he gave the girls yet to enter the ring.

She knew that double dosing the amount of adrenalin they administered to the fighters would increase the chance of a heart attack, but these were healthy young women in the prime of life, and the double dosage would make the action absolutely frenetic. At the tempo the bitches in the ring fought, a heart attack would appear to be one the women being naturally beaten by her foe, and the audience would think it was a spectacular ring kill, since the one not affected would certainly continue to attack.

If one of these two novices in the ring killed the other, it would be fabulous. No matter how this violent battle between these innovative novices ended, they had created an atmosphere that was certainly to double the gambling take for the evening.

Beyond the headliner death fight for tonight, probably more than one of the other combatants on the evening's bill would be killed in the ring because of the extra frenzy of action the extra dosage she ordered for them would bring, but ring kills made the audience more satisfied, and the loss of life for of a couple more of the gorgeous young fighting ladies was a small price to pay for the huge wagering these matches would produce. When a preliminary novice round was as good as this one was proving to be, the gamblers’ apetite was whetted, and the betting more than doubled for subsequent bouts. Recruiting was going very well, and a few additional ring deaths would be more than worth the trouble.

Any girls killed where deaths were not scheduled could easily be replaced at quite a reasonable cost. In the final reckoning, a few extra violent deaths in the ring were always extremely good for business. Like the visionary founder of D-Ring Inc. had said, with nearly five billion females in the world, life was cheap, but death was rich.

Having experienced the same desperation Vivien was now going through, Hallie knew exactly what to do. Locking her jaw on the organ in her mouth, she violently ripped her head back, and came away with a large piece of Vivian's foreskin in her teeth. Blood spurted from a small vein that had been severed. Hallie sat upright, continuing to piss into Vivian's mouth while she drove her fists in a flurry of violent punches into her young blonde enemy's ribs. The pounding proved effective. She could feel some snapping under her fists with the severity of her blows, and encouraged, she hammered rapid blows of her fists into those damaged ribs with all her might.

Then she move her attention to the solar plexus, bruising the blonde bitch's diaphragm, compromising the young girl's ability to breathe. With the flood of urine she was desperately swallowing to keep from drowning, Vivian was in desperate danger of losing the battle. Hallie sat bolt upright to put her full weight on the blonde's face, limiting breathing through her mouth, and pressing the cunt's nose flat so that the bitch was unable to intake air.

When Vivian at last ceased to struggle and slumped, Hallie leapt to her feet and started kicking her downed foe's ribs, systematically bruising them and cracking a few more with the sharp toe of her shoe. Then she gave her some severe kicks to the kidneys, and finally dropped onto her again, this time pummeling her face to give the now unconscious cunt severely blackened eyes. Having got satisfaction in victory, she wanted the bitch to crawl home to Brad, now as badly damaged goods, knowing he would reject her.

The scream of the crowd was so loud that it drown out her thoughts. All she felt was a total ecstasy. She knew in the morning she would hurt like hell, but tonight she was the champion, and in the process of hammering the shit out of Vivian, she had earned herself a thousand dollars, with guarantees of much more to come. Hallie felt like a true champion!