Once more the curtain was raised, revealing that the ring was once more in place, but now the standard ropes were no longer there. They had been replaced. Now the posts were strung with twisted strands of vicious razor wire. The audience gasped with appreciation. Much more blood would flow tonight, guaranteed. The MC came on stage to introduce the next entertainment.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said in his loudest, most powerful voice, "We have witnessed some outstanding examples of how willing ladies are to deal out death to their opponents, providing full body damage to each other for our amusement, both giving and taking extreme damage to each other, but in this next battle we are going to witness the effect when two large bosomed nude Amazon ladies have the opportunity to mark their enemy's most valued feature.

Next up for your entertainment is a no-holds-barred breast fight, a vicious Tit Fight, featuring some very special boobie butchering weapons!" Applause greeted his announcement. "In this battle of Amazons the ladies' astounding mammaries are the featured target, but of course there are no rules, so every part of their sumptupus anatomy is vulnerable!"

Two handlers appeared, pulling on leashes attached to their ringed collars a pair of women at least 6’6” tall. Both were sturdy body builders with rippling muscles, but neither over-weight except for their enormous breasts. With the exception of their collars and spike-heeled boots, they were naked. Their heads were bowed, and their arms bound severely behind them. "These two recruits are marvelous examples of human development around the world, regardless of race, religion or income level." Again the audience laughed.

"These lovely cunts are the product of our world's progress in nutrition and upbringing. There parents just didn't know when to quit bringing them up!" Another roar of laughter ensued. The jokes were not that funny, but the audience was primed and on edge because of the wonderful anticipation that ran through the room. At least one of these gorgeous buxom ladies would soon be violently and entertainingly converted to dead meat.

"Our recruiters outdid themselves when they obtained the services of these two ladies. Coincidentally, they both worked in libraries, although in far separated parts of the world. As you will see when they perform, thanks to our careful reshaping of both their luscious bodies and their character, neither now has the mild temperament of a librarian." This brought a chuckle. The audience could see the fire in these women's eyes.

Each was clearly focused on at least severely hurting her opponent, and they also looked to have a killer instinct. At least one of these gorgeous large breasted amazons would certainly be reduced to dead meat before the contest was over. “They were both blessed with extraordinary mammaries, and we have taken the opportunity to enhance them to make them even more provocative! Don’t you agree?” The audience gave him the desired enthusiastic applause.

"This olive skinned beauty, thirty-two years old, was born and raised much too high in Lebanon, and has been in our organization for three months, in which she as amassed a total of 14 ring kills!" The audience was impressed, and showed it with applause. "The pale skinned cunt with the dark red hair, what do you call that color, it isn't burgundy, but I'm certain it came from a container the size of a wine bottle!"

The audience was enjoying his joviality in a situation in which these women were likely to die a violent death. "This twenty-seven year old beauty is from the Bronx in America. She grew up as a street fighter, a skill she had to learn just for the sake of survival, but she has been with us for more than six months, with an impressive ring kill total of 35." This greatly impressed the audience.

Hallie knew all of the information provided was likely fabricated. The spread in numbers was designed to create a favorite. A prime tenant of the D-Ring organization was that true information about the women was never provided. She knew any facts regarding recruits were considered to be too volatile and potentially damaging to operations for them to be revealed. The only thing that was true was that the recruiters had done very well to obtain these two very tall Amazon cunts, and the surgeons had been very successful in enhancing their amazing breasts.

"They have both served the organization well; we have arranged that both of them will complete their careers with us here tonight!" Hallie now understood the code: he was probably saying that any fight that involved weapons was not likely winnable. Although one bitch could defeat the other, it was unlikely she would survive either her wounds or the inevitable bullet in the head that was sure to follow.

The audience, she now saw, would always expect the winner of a planned death fight to be dispatched, and their wish would often be granted. It was a part of their entertainment, which was the name of the game. To take part in a death fight you had to be ready to die win or lose, since that was the likely outcome. The only way she could imagine surviving was to avoid any damage at all, which was very unlikely. She now understood better than ever the need for her to train hard and hone her fighting skills.

The big screen at the back of the stage lit up, and the audience gasped as they saw a close-up image of the devices the women would use on each other. On the screen was a video shot of a woman's hand, arched and stretched out into a threatening claw, and on each finger was a clamp that held in place an arched black talon, extending three inches from the end of the finger.

The devices were attached to each other across the back of the hand, and as the hand turned it revealed that attached to the band running across the palm was a two inch blade, making these weapons very deadly, like a triple threat. The braces that held the talons also prevented the hand from closing, so that the blade on the palm was not a direct threat to the wearer.

The MC directed the men to move their women to opposite sides of the ring. A gate had been provided on either side, since climbing over the wires would be impossible without sustaining premature injury. When the women were positioned in the opened gates, the handlers unclipped their wrist cuffs, freeing their hands. Without hesitation the big gorgeous nudes lunged toward each other, armed hands spread, and the gates were quickly locked behind them.

Somehow their training in developing their rage had focused the women's attention on their opponent's very large firm breasts, and with their mammaries the center of attention for each of them, their talons flew, scraped, gouged and otherwise maimed the swinging fat orbs of their opponent. The finger weapons slashed open the massive unprotected tit meat, and soon there were strands of fatty milk ducts and pink and white tissue dangling from bloody gaping gashes across the excessive female frontal features. Although their arms and bellies were being scraped and gouged, their bulging breasts were taking the brunt of the attack from each other.

They thrust and parried, and in the process of attack and retreat, the big nude women moved around the ring, showing their incredible legs in the spike heeled shoes to advantage and giving a variety of angles to members of the audience who were seated on three sides of the big D-Ring. At last the inevitable happened, and the Lebanese woman pushed both of her palm blades into the nipples of her foe and thrust the red headed American into the razor wire replacing ropes. The bitch's screams intensified.

She bounced off the vicious razor wire lunged forward, grasped her olive skinned opponent around the waist, and digging her talons into the cunt's sides, rolled her into the razor wire. They dropped to their knees, each ripping vertical slashes in the other's meat as they went down. The Lebanese cunt dug her talons into the ample cuntmeat of the bitch from the Bronx, and with the other taloned fist grasping the white bitch's neck, lifted her against the wire, causing further damage to her side, back and shoulder.

Blood streamed down both of them, and a bucket of salt water was thrown over them to somewhat reduce the flow of blood, as well as wash away some of it, making the actual wounds more visible. This was show business, and anything to amplify the effect of the show for the audience was always worth doing. The cleaning revealed the extent to which these bitches had got at each other. Deep gashes producing fresh blood were everywhere. The splash of water temporarily interrupted the ferocity of the fight, but only for seconds.

Now the American realized how far the fight had quickly progressed, and decided to use the blades in her palms to better effect, putting them to work as her primary weapons. This proved to be a good choice for her. She grabbed the Lebanese cunt around the waist again, but this time slammed her palms hard, driving the blades deep into the bitch's meat, digging the blades in to their full length.

Then as the olive skinned bitch grabbed at her shoulders with her palm blades, the red headed American ignored the pain and drew her hands toward herself, keeping the pressure of the squeeze going, so that she sliced with her palm blades through the back bacon of her opponent, and cut steadily toward the bitch's sides. Hallie gasped audibly as she realized the white bitch was attempting to cut her enemy in half! The Lebanese twisted to look downward in shock at what was happening to her, and that parted the meat on her left side, providing some freedom to her intestines.

Desperately the middle-eastern bitch slashed the palm blades on her metal gloves into the sides of the red head, but the progress of the blades around her girth was too great, and she fell onto her back, with only her head supported against the vicious razor wire. The American straddled her downed opponent's hips, and continued the dissection until her palm blades met at the bitch's navel.

She grabbed the parted flesh in both hands and jerked the meat wide apart, pulling both downward and upward, exposing the snake of viscera and organs. She dug out a fist-full of gut, raising it triumphantly over her head, then sprung to her feet to leap in a victory celebration. The Lebanese woman attempted to sit up, but managed only to squeeze out more of her intestines. She lay helpless and panting in shallow breaths as the total horror of what had happened to her gradually sunk in.

The MC stepped onto the stage, his pistol drawn. The American woman saw him immediately, and backed to the far side of the ring, a look of horror coming over her face. He carefully aimed the big revolver, and squeezed off a round. It smashed into the right ankle of the American bitch, who fell backward into the razor wire, screaming hysterically. The ankle was destroyed, but the bitch attempted to get to her feet.

A second shot blew through her right bicep with such force that the bone was smashed, and the meat on the inside of her arm was blown away, so that the remainder of the limb hung at a strange angle from the strands of outside meat still intact. She inadvertently threw herself back onto the razor wire, ripping more of her back skin and muscle. Hallie noticed the Lebanese woman had a strange look of satisfaction that came over her face, showing that she was pleased she was not going down alone.

The next bullet blew away the nude redhead's left kneecap and destroyed the joint behind it. The bitch dropped, then fell onto her damaged tits and face. With great effort she used her good arm to turn herself tits up, a look of sheer terror on her face. She took the next shot to her left shoulder, now removing any chance of moving from her back. The bitch was heaving her diaphragm to draw in breath, and the effort caused a couple of the deep slashes to her belly to extend.

A bubble of gut started to poke out of the bleeding hole. The MC emptied the blank casings from the chamber, and then put in fresh cartridges. He thrust the barrel of the large pistol up into the redhead's gaping and bleeding cunt. She moved her hips, probably in a futile attempt to remove the gun from her quim, but gave the appearance of fucking the barrel. After giving her time to absorb what was about to happen so that she could fully appreciate his finesse, he squeezed the trigger.

Her womb served to muffle the sound of the shot so that it was not as loud as the earlier discharges, but the effect was outstanding. The bitch's belly heaved, swelled, and then exploded, blowing out trails of gut through rips where her opponent had weakened the muscle of her belly with deep gashes. The big bitch sagged, then fully slumped as her death occurred, for the amusement of the Sheik's invited audience. The MC moved over to the Lebanese woman, tangled in the razor wire. He placed the muzzle of his gun against her forehead between her eyes, then slowly moved it across her temple, bringing it to rest at her ear.

"I think you'll hear this, sweetheart!" he said in a voice all could hear, "At least for an instant!" Her eyes rolled in horror as she waited for him to squeeze the trigger. He watched her tense breathing, knowing she was living in Hell for the moments of life he granted her. He could even hear the shallow breathing of the audience as they sat tensely anticipating the dispatch of the bleeding bitch. Finally he did the threatened deed, and put a bullet into her head. The large bullet had the devastating effect the audience had seen a couple of nights earlier - removal of the entire far side of the head with a brain, bone and hair splatter that carried more than ten feet.

Hallie felt a sudden chill run down her arms and spine. This was not the reaction she expected. What she felt was more like a thrill than a horror. She was surprised that she did not find the merciless killing of these women to be as shocking as she would expect, and no longer felt the heave reflex when she watched a woman being mercilessly dispatched. Instead she felt a tight stirring almost like anticipation in her gut. These killings were part of the show, and she found them as exciting as did anyone in the audience.

With each ring kill she witnessed Hallie felt less concern for the safety of the women, and less disgust for the MC's brutal actions. He was just doing his job, and he did it very well, making a fun show of his duty. She was starting to understand how the gamblers and guests of the island host felt, and why they found this violent blood sport exciting. These gorgeous ladies killing each other on stage were just bitch fighters, and were definitely not anybody she knew or cared about.

They knew perfectly well what they had coming when they entered the ring, and had signed permission and wavers like everyone had to in order to participate. Spilling their blood and guts on stage for the entertainment of the crowd was probably as exciting for them as for the screaming spectators. Everyone in the room, including herself, was experiencing basic blood lust. It was a natural instinct or reflex that D-Ring Inc. understood and nurtured with great skill. These bitches were in it for the thrill as much as for the money they might win. Possibly nobody knew or cared about them.

At any rate, if there were people anywhere who did care about them, they would never know that these women were killed or how they died. They would assume they were just out of touch with them, and would think less about them as time passed. When she thought about the thousands of women who came into the organization every year, with as many leaving through a violent entertainment killing, she realized that like Ms. Loretta said, cunts were cheap, and nobody was going to cry when she bought it.

Nobody knew where she was, and nobody cared. She was alone, and the D-Ring organization was now her home. If she died in the ring, the only response other than the momentary cheers of people who had bet against her winning, if they made videos of it, would be guys watching her being killed on their computers or TVs while jacking off. She realized now how far she had sunk and that now she was really nothing but spunk bait.

Even after she was dead, guys would be shooting their seed for years to accompany repeated playback of her violent death. More likely just for weeks, since the output of kill videos was so great. She had come to realize that life was all about getting your jollies, however that might be. There was no gambling at this show; the audience was there to get their rocks off with the violent and creative deaths they were witnessing, and Hallie was certain there weren't any dry panties in the house.

She just hoped that she would experience the same carnal excitement when it came her time to kill or be killed in the ring. It would be incredible knowing that her last act would be to cause the men around the world to ejaculate, time after time as the video of her being killed in a fight was replayed, or the women to piss themselves with excitement when she croaked. What a freaking rush!