Hallie was given a thorough examination, and then a series of three shots a few hours apart that would ensure the gender of the sprog growing inside her. She didn’t particularly care if it was a boy or girl, but knew the organization would prefer that it be a girl. She was also back in Chicago in time to witness Rachael and Carmen’s Jillhammer fight, a contest she desperately wanted to see.

Because of her success in Zagreb, Hallie was allowed to witness it, as Ms. Helene had promised her. In preparation she was given temporary but very significant breast and buttocks enhancement through a three hour injection program, was given a beautiful red micro-mini dress and jet black wig to wear, and allowed to sit in the front row among the gamblers at ringside for the entire evening of violent fight entertainment.

Hallie had never looked so good. She kept fit, and with only two inches added to her slender waistline, did not yet show her condition. Her skin was fresh and glowing, she was in perfect condition, and the men on either side of her openly admired her remarkable cleavage and long confidently crossed legs and red string 5 inch spike heeled sandals. Her bare legs were visible right up to the hip-high hem of her impossibly tiny red dress, which had a slit up to her waist.

The expensive black wig went very well with the red theme, and it had been coiffed to sit high on her head, with it’s black curls dangling down her cheeks in front of the large gold hoop earrings she wore. Hallie chose to wear no undies, because recently she felt more feminine when she was naked under her dress or jeans. She was dressed to kill, in a manner of speaking, but on this evening was there as decoration just to add sparkle to the audience of gamblers and to enjoy the show, a rare treat for a D-Ring Business Woman.

She had a feeling she had seen the men who flanked her before, but could not recall them in context. She wondered if they had been at the island event, or perhaps in these very seats when she had been in the two round deathfight in which she had defeated and killed Vivian and Wendy, but she couldn’t be sure. They were paying more than usual attention to her, but then she was more than usually attractive tonight in her tiny red dress, barely covering the skilful enhancements to her breasts and buttocks.

The MC was the one who had officiated at her novice fight. He was not the excessive ejaculator who was so disgusting in his behavior in her premiere death fight, the triple-bill event; Ms. Helene had told her the following week that MC had overdosed on stimulants and erection sustainers, and he had died from a massive heart attach in the ring after the second fight on the card.

He had just dispatched a pair of fighters who had broken each others’ body, and was jerking his smuck-spurting cock when his heart went into massive seizure. His body had bucked and heaved as he thrashed and strained on his back, and his amazing erection had spurted his spunk right up until he went limp in death. He had been a dedicated entertainer, always extreme and outrageous whenever he worked, and the gamblers found his painful death as entertaining as his life.

As he climbed into the ring, the MC looked her straight in the eye, clearly admiring the gorgeous young woman in the front row, but did not recognize her. He had only seen her that once, and in her novice fight at which he had presided she was nude and without a wig. When he reached the center of the ring he twirled so that his tails swirled and his exposed erection bobbed in time to the rock music that was blasting on the house sound system.

He introduced the evening, informing the gamblers they would be wise to invest any winnings in the final bout, which was not just a death fight, but would be an amazing Jillhammer bout, featuring muscular women bearing the heavy cunt-mounted meat pounding weapons. They knew this, of course, because they had paid handsomely to witness the incredible event, but it was important he validate their expectations.

In the evening’s preliminary bout a pair of tall slender nude girls who were introduced as university freshmen had their wrists cuffed to the edge of a three foot square wooden frame lowered horizontally from the grid above the ring. When they were attached, it was raised so that their arms were pulled high and wide, allowing them only kicks with their bare feet as the means of attack and defence.

Their handlers used stiff riding crops to slap their bare meat so that the gamblers could judge their reaction before placing their bets. As the novice kick battle began it became quickly apparent their toenails had been hardened or augmented and sharpened.

Both soon displayed ample streaks of blood, and they both showed they were in good shape, kicking as high as necessary to inflict bruises and deep toenail scratches to each other’s bare meat everywhere. After nearly ten minutes of rapid and damaging action, one girl surprised and delighted the gamblers knocked the other unconscious with a brutal kick to the jaw.

The girl who took the vicious kick slumped, her head hanging low and her arms looking like they were being excessively strained. The other girl kicked at her cunt but because she was out cold her legs hung together in the natural female style, looking sexy but not providing the necessary good access to the unconscious young woman’s battered womb.

At that point the preliminary fight, likely the first ring competition for each of them, was judged to be complete. Hallie was amused at how nerdy and innocent the two girls looked in their novice fight. She wondered if she had looked so out of it at her novice fight. She knew the winner would get a reality check at the after-party, strapped to that terrible cart to take a mass rape by invited gamblers.

They were both probably still under the delusion they were free to go home with a pay check in their fists after a shower and some medical attention to some of the damage they had done to each other, which definitely required attention. Both of these lythe young ladies had a steep learning curve ahead of them in their new life with D-Ring Inc. In this business girls quickly became seasoned fighters or were dead, killed in the ring for the entertainment of gamblers. Hallie knew as well as anyone there were no other options.

An electric cattle prod was thrust into the unconscious girl’s vagina and with a powerful jolt she was awakened. The severe internal contraction caused by that sadistic high-voltage electric shock forced her to release a firm thick three-inch long stool. The two handlers clipped leather leads onto their collars and the young blood-smeared nudes were released from the frame, which was then raised, no longer required.

The girl who had lost the fight and produced the dark stout turd was required to pick it up and insert it into her own slender fuck chute, encouraged by slashes from the riding crop, pushing it in so deep it disappeared inside her pretty cleanly shaved womb. This punishment was not painful but rather very humiliating. That was the price of losing. Their handlers removed the novices, one smiling with elation and the other quietly sobbing, from the ring as the MC climbed in to introduce the following act.

The next event was one Hallie had never before seen. Six buxom junior high school girls, each wearing a different colored ribbon in her hair and high heeled shoes but otherwise nude, were placed in the ring, each armed with a slender black wooden two-foot long club with brass studs on the end. This event was going to be a free-for-all, and the sole objective was to be the last left standing. Although it was each girl for herself, it quickly became clear to the youthful combatants that cooperation was useful in the early going.

Hallie loved watching the violent teens mercilessly attacking each other, smacking each others’ breasts, shoulders, buttocks and cunts with the vicious weapons. The brass studs broke skin, giving the streaking the flesh of the melee of battling nude teens with the ample red color the gamblers loved, accompanied by screams as ribs were cracked, a forearm was broken, and all of the girls took deep bruises from the powerful blows they endured.

At first it appeared the girl with the blue ribbon was doing better than the others, but she took a violent upward blow behind the ear, which knocked her head violently to the side, and she collapsed onto her breasts on the bloodied canvas, her ass propped in the air, unconscious.

While two girls exchanged vicious blows in a corner the girl with the broken arm became a target of the other two, and she dropped her club as she was pummelled on the torso, and before she dropped they managed to smash one of her hip bones, crack several ribs and smash one of her collar bones. Her breasts were soon turning purple, the perky young girlie-hooters swollen and split from their merciless beating.

The despairing nude, screaming hysterically, turned her back on her assailants in a failed attempt to protect herself, and the two pounded her back and sides, bruising her kidneys. She pissed herself and then, as she dropped to her knees, produced a string of fat firm stools. When she threw her head back both clubs struck her face, one of them smashing her nose and the second splitting several of her teeth. She was not faring well.

In the far corner, as the girl with the green ribbon started to fade from the incredible exertion of the battle, her opponent with the red ribbon began to dominate her. Both had done considerable bruising to each other, but the girl with the red ribbon went at her opponent’s legs with the intent of making her drop. She took violent blows to her back and head because she had her own baton low, but at last the girl with the green ribbon began to sag, and when her right kneecap was struck on the point she went down.

Now her rival went at her head, and would have crushed her undefended skull, but at that moment the two who had put down the girl with the yellow ribbon came at her, having learned the value in a combined attack. The two of them determined they were going to kill this one, who looked like the most likely to do them harm, attempting to kill er at any cost.

The girl with the orange ribbon had retrieved the baton from one of the fallen girls, and coming up behind the girl hammering her downed foe’s head, she was able to thrust the studded end into her rectum, and with a violent thrust drove it deep into the startled teen’s colon. She spun to face her attackers, and with a vicious swing of her bloodied baton managed to slash the studs across all four breasts of her attackers.

The surprised teens stepped back, and she swiftly moved between them. Spinning, she lashed them with her club in the only move she could imagine. The girl with the purple ribbon attached her, the orange ribbon girl went down to her knees and when the spinning teen’s back was to her grasped the deeply anchored baton sticking from between her buttocks and jerked it upward. The audience was startled at the effectiveness of this move; the attacked girl pitched forward, her round firm breasts slamming into the blood-streaked canvas.

The girl with the orange ribbon promptly thrust her own baton into the downed girl’s cunt, providing her with a second wooden handle in her groin. Grasping the handle of the anus-gripped baton with both hands, she put her full weight into driving the wooden weapon further into the stuffed organ, thrusting it sadistically to the full depth of the young fuck-chute, then through the narrow cervix and into the screaming fourteen-year-old’s uterus.

She had made an extremely serious error in judgement. By driving her own weapon deep into the womb of her adversary, she was now defenceless, and the girl with the purple ribbon who had teamed with her until this point now turned on her, battering the kneeling unarmed girl mercilessly with the studded baton.

With half a dozen brutal blows to the head the kneeling girl was knocked unconscious. The girl with the purple ribbon in her hair thrust her fists in the air in victory. The MC lept into the ring, but was surprised when the girl with the green ribbon, sitting in the corner, grabbed the baton sticking out of the raised hips of the girl who had so badly beaten her, and struggled to her feet.

She swung the baton with all her strength and struck the celebrating girl between the shoulder blades. The startled victor spun around and swung her slender hardwood club, crushing the cheekbone of her attacker, who collapsed once more, this time lying motionless. The victor dropped onto her, jerked her head severely back by the hair, and jammed her baton down the girl’s throat. Although the girl was probably dead, it was because of her efforts the first girl would die, and she would rightfully claim her first ring kill.

The MC made a cursory examination of the girl with the broken arm, then thrust his gun into her mouth, aimed upward and pulled the trigger, dispatching her to the delight of the audience. The top and back of her head were missing, violently disbursed across the big ring as the bullet ripped out her brain and pulverized bits of her skull.

He checked the others, and got a round of applause from the jaded gamblers when he thrust the barrel of his big revolver into the rectum of the girl with the red ribbon in her hair. The young girl squealed as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to twist off the muzzle, still warm from the discharge into the mouth of her friend, but the MC was very experienced, and easily kept the barrel in place by dropping a foot onto the small of her back.

“I’m sure this lovely young lady could be restored to entertain us another day, but that means you would all miss out on enjoying another cunt death, and I certainly don’t want to disappoint you.” With that he lifted her hips by one of her lovely legs, and blasted a bullet into her guts. She bulged beautifully at the waist, but had little muscle damage so remained intact, although she was largely pulverized inside, and was dead before he got to remove the barrel from the grip of her anus.

Hallie knew that the lives of these kids were very cheap because pretty and daring junior high school girls were so easy to obtain. Three kills from a fight between six girls was a very easy loss for D-Ring to absorb, and snuffing out a young life in the ring was a big part of the satisfaction that kept the gamblers coming back. Hallie would not have been surprised if the MC had forced the victor to kill the remaining two, but that was not to be this time.

The handlers and cleanup crew did their work as the naked bet-collecting girls worked the audience, stuffing their wombs with large denomination bills and making certain everyone who had an opinion on the outcome of the next contest got to place his or her bet. Hallie was aware of the attention she was attracting, and remembered she would have to thank Ms. Helene for providing her with such a provocative dress.

It pressed her enlarged breasts up into a wonderful cleavage, barely covering her erect nipples. If she opened her knees just a bit anyone passing between her and the ring would see her beautifully sculpted and enlarged cunt and the stout stud she now wore through the pierced hood of her clit. She was hot and knew it. Hallie felt she was at the peak of her outrageous and exciting career. For her everything was possible.