The Desi Killer (An Elevator Club Story)
John Smith (j0hn5m1th2oo7@yahoo.com)

Usual warnings about sex and violence, plus added death and mutilation, etc, etc.
(Sounds like a Mike special to me chaps!!)

As normal do not take any of the racial slurs personally, they are all for effect, though sometimes it does surprise me that with all the butchery going on I get an email complaining about them.

Nafisa was tense, set ready for the off. She rocked on her heels swinging her gloved fists, flexing her claws. Between floors she excitedly jumped and kicked imaginary opponents in the cunt, breasts and head, opening wide her velvety firm thighs, showing off her red erect clit as her legs swung high.

She had been so excited when the plane had come into land at LAX that she had nearly wet herself during the taxi ride home. Mom and dad had been pushed out of the way; both smiling as their daughter grabbed the codes from the Elevator web site and then rushed out with only a cursory bow and offering of a pinch of incense to Shiva at the family alter. After a flying visit to her own family's arena, a parking lot elevator in Huntington Park to check if anyone fitted her needs she had quickly driven across town to post challenges in some more notorious locations in Compton and the army and navy dyke hangouts by Seal Beach and Los Alimitos. It had been seven months since she had destroyed an old blonde bitch in Westchester, but having had to return to University in Minnesota after the Christmas vacation, she had lost the site due to not meeting any challengers within the six months time limit. She was studying Science and rough sex in the twin cities, where she was regarded as one of the main campus beauties. As a real Desi Princess she had the exotic good looks, dark almond eyes and the rich milk chocolate skin of the sub-continent matched with all the she cat bitchy attitudes of a nineteen year old California girl.

Her mother had taught her three daughters well. Nineteen year old Nafisa was a chip off the old block, where that hard stone was a twenty year veteran, three time killer in singe combat, two time killer in doubles with her bull of a husband, and as a family team Captain, which now included the youngest sister, Lalima, had lead them to a string of twenty-one victories, three losses, over the last seven years in 4vs4, including one family wipe out massacre. The family motif was the Bengal tiger and all of them wore Tiger stripe masks, gloves and boots. The females of the family in calf hugging, stiletto razor heeled boots in real skin from the endangered cat. Their mother, Suhani, had always bemoaned the fact that the club refused to allow the women to use catfight claws as her family did in Bengal, and in compensation instead of the weighted knuckles had fitted their gloves with sharpened metal and hardened glass. Their blows were nowhere near as powerful as the other female fighters, but all the families females had gutted cunts and chopped up tits and clits with the light weight razor gloves. Even the patriarch, Panav, used them in his rare singles fights, and they were responsible for the wall mounted Nigger cock and balls, and the clit and tits of the dead man's sister that hung beside them in his study, revenge for the death of the families only son.

It was seeing some of the pictures that an old crone from some Seniors Home had posted to the Elevator site that finally gave Suhani the way to get cutting gloves accepted by 'the powers that be'. The scanned black and white snaps showed proud fighters with bobbed hair and masquerade masks wearing opera gloves as they displayed their latest victims, the elbow length gloves having been cut to allow the diamond rings of the fighter's to slice and dice their enemies. Then doing a minimum of research she had found pictures from the thirties, forties and fifties, the men's knuckle dusters had slowly developed into weighted biker style gloves used now, but the cutting bejewelled rings had remained a constant, even if the opera gloves had shrunk to kid leather dress wear. But then in the sixties Women's Lib and an influx of dykes and muscle bitches had seen all the females switch to weighted heavy gloves the same as the men's, and cutting gloves had by the eighties been all but forgotten. However ever since that discovery three years ago Suhani had been crusading to bring back the more feminine side of mutilation to the fights, instead of unlady like brutality, and her string of victories had got quite a few convert from the more vicious minded females in the Club.

Nafisa chose the first available fight, a one-on-one light weight duel, for Sunday night, and all day Saturday she practiced in their basement with mom, fucked her cousin all Saturday night before sleeping most of the day away, heading out at midnight for the duel. Time was that Suhani didn't worry too much about her girls but recently the family had suffered a tragedy, in April Nafisa's beloved older sister Esha had been butchered by a vicious killing machine. As three other Indian extraction fighters, a boy and two girls had also died over the last two years the Hindu gladiator community had already dubbed the Amazon the Desi Killer. Pixelated web pictures of her victims haunted the heavy weight mother, who knew she herself would never be able to gain revenge against the 105lb anonymous kitten, whose green mask with its black jihad flag across its forehead, had leered out of the VDU at her. All she could do was prepare Nafisa and Lalima, a seventeen year old teen cat who had already notched a kill of her own in four years of fighting, to gain revenge for their sister against the young Paki bitch and bring back her clit and teats as trophies. The code of the fights meant the Cleaners got rid of the bodies and cleaned up before even the posting of the fight appeared on the web, so Suhani didn't even have ashes to send home to the Ganges.

Across town Erum slipped her biker studs cock out of her sopping cunt and slipped down the blondes muscled and tattooed body to take his now flaccid tool in her mouth and expertly sucked him to climax again so she could snack on his milky seeds for lunch. She always had to smile at what her straight laced parents in Karachi would think of their wonton daughters activates. While completing her degree in LA she had paid her way by pit fighting for biker gangs and used the Elevator fights as training, and now as a well funded post grad at Texas she amused herself with still keeping up her Elevator Club membership, popping back to LA to shack up with some biker at every break, and bust up another light weight contender for fun. She had however suffered a climactic defeat to an Indian kitten in an old tenement building nearly three years ago. The other eighteen year old had cut her tits to ribbons using some cheating trick razor knuckled gloves, and she had had to fuck her way around a whole hospital of plastic surgeons to get them fixed.

After that any Desi was meat at the end of the fight, and though such wonton killing would normally have led to a personal visit from the 'Cleaners,' as long as she just killed Asian's it seemed to be OK with the 'powers that be'. As luck would have it at spring break this year the twenty two year old had met up with the cow lover again and bitten of both her udders before slowly desexing her and leaving her to bleed out in the old office elevator that had been the young Bints own private arena. Like most successful fighters she always had at least a couple of bloody arenas on the go at any one time, using them as she felt the need and keeping her identity secret by swapping between them. She only challenged other 'owners' for their Elevators when she really needed too, and so far had been defeated only twice in the whole five years she had been doing the Elevator fights. She parked the Harley on level three of the old warehouse, having taken it straight up from the loading bay, and then stripped of her leather jacket and cut off jeans as on queue the old freight lift started to descend from the sixth floor roof. The other fighter, unless they were also using a bike, would have had to leave their ride parked in the shed by the old rail siding.

Nafisa was only 107lbs dripping wet from the shower, her 34D 25 34 figure was compact and firm, her milk coffee chocolate skin glowing naked under the glare of the single bulb as she sweated in the heat of the summer California night. The Desi's trimmed jet black Brazilian bristled above her cunt lips as her thrusting clit matched her dark teats erect and challenging the smaller women the descending elevator revealed through the open cage of the freight lift. The older female, 105 lbs, and at five foot one, two inches shorter than the more wiry teen, had a more mature 36C 25 36 fit muscled body, slightly lighter in skin tone, more olive than chocolate, smiling as she met the challenge of the near nude younger girl with her own three point sexual response, teats rock hard and clit dripping. Both had their normally flowing shoulder length hair tightly braded and firmly secured behind their heads, the raven locks of the Desi teen's hardly moving at all as she swayed poised for action, while the dark brown hair of the Muslim female curled half in half out of the back of the green mask.

They both snarled as the door slid open, hazel Hindu eyes coldly meeting the haughty stare of the deep brown Muslim peepers.
'I'm going to enjoy gutting you Paki cunt', hissed Nafisa.
'Another Hindu clit to put in my cabinet', spat back Erum and then adding with a smile as she recognised the Tiger patterned mask, boots and gloves, 'and I hope you squeal as loud as your sister'.
The smaller women literally leapt at her opponent, both fist flying. Erum had no intention of waiting for the Elevator door to close, this was a death fight so who cared about the rules. Nafisa also realised that all the normal rules were thrown to the wind, not that their were many in the first place, but she was still thrown back against the metal wire cage of the old elevator by the ferocity of the other young women's attack. A black loaded glove had smacked into the side of the Desi beauties head sending her staggering while a flurry of blows had landed across her firm chest and stomach. However Nafisa had no intention of just defending and even though she was taking blows her own fists were flying too.

As per her mother's tactics she concentrated on the larger breasts of the other cat, swinging blows soon had both of the lighter skinned Muslim girl's teats dripping with blood from the slashes of the razor gloves. With the steel wire wall of the lift cage biting into her naked back the teen fought off the frenzied first attack of the elevators owner, sucking up the heavy fists and managing to deftly take the knee lifts on her thighs. They were fighting too close for the spiked heels and pointed toes of their boots to be effective against cunt or gut, but Erum had managed to score with a couple of good kicks to the shins of the darker Indian girl. In return she had been spiked by the Tiger skin boot of the Desi just below her left knee, avoiding a potentially crippling knee-capping blow aimed at smashing her patella, but she still had to favour the injured leg which was bleeding badly from the wound.

As the smaller girl's attack waned the bigger slightly heavier teen now took the fight to the other lightweight, pushing herself off from the cage wall and clinching with her foe. She got in three head-butts into the green face mask of the smaller Islamic bitch before Erum buried her head into the shoulder of the other Asian babe and clinched her tight, both hot slick bodies squirming tightly hugged together as they duelled. The two Gladiatix now danced a slow waltz around the 10 by 10 wooden floor, clicking on their stiletto razor heels, exchanging cunt crippling knee lefts and kidney punches. Nafisa was defiantly taking the worst from this close on brawl, both cats were biting and ripping at each other shoulders as they pounded in body blows, but the weighted gloves of the Muslim girl carried much more power than the light weight gloves of the Hindu bitch. Nafisa could feel the wrecking of her chocolate stomach wall and even more worrying the intense pain that may signal cracked ribs as the older cow sort out her womb and ovaries to slut the sex out of her. However Mum knew best, and she was rewarded by an ear splitting scream of pure agony from the Karchi cow when, after suffering a prolonged pounding, she eventually managed to work her right hand in between their crushed bodies and use the razor gloves on her enemies sex. Heaving Erum up against the wall so she could not free herself, Nafisa had pushed the desexing cutters full into the other cat's cunt and then started to grind the slicing knuckles slowly into her snatch. The first scream from Erum was now replaced by an even louder howl, as pushing aside the slashed lips, the Desi started to make mince meat of the erect clit of the Paki.

In desperation Erum pounded at the back and head of the other girl as she was held in the clinch, trapped against the wall, blood now running freely down the insides of her thigh's as her sex was butchered. After nearly a minutes worth of frantic panicked smashing blows eventually the stronger older Amazon managed to land a really stunning punch into the left eye socket of the Tiger mask of the younger women, and with a cry Nafisa spat out the shreds of Erum's shoulder that she had been chewing on and wobbled backwards her head spinning. However she need not have feared an instant attack as all that Erum could do was crumple into the corner of the elevator, in a growing puddle of her own crimson clitblood and weep, a heavy gloved hand in her groin, trying to staunch some of the red flow. Staggering back towards the slumped Islamic cow Nafisa steadied herself by gripping hold of the wire of the elevator's cage and spiked the muscled olive stomach of the sobbing girl, the older women howled, but self preservation forced her to fight back and as the other girl raised her striped boot to stab again, the hard reinforced toe of Paki's black biker boot took her full in her manicured cunt. Nafisa groaned, shocked by the pain, enabling the other gladiatrix to curl back her boot and this time using the four inch razor heel of the stiletto slash Nafisa to the heart of her hot erect and excited teen sex, and cut deep at the root of her clit. This time it was Nafisa's screams that echoed around the cavernous old building, as leaping back she fell off her heels to land in a writhing ball in the far corner of the elevator, as now her rich clitblood was also gushing out to stain the old splintered wooded floor of the freight elevator.

A Sobbing Erum realised she had to take the fight to the Desi Princess right now, while her strength lasted. The flow of her own blood had reduced to trickle, but still dripped down the smooth nakedness between her legs in rivulets, and just like Nafisa she was gradually weakening due to blood loss. Summoning all her resolve she rolled over onto all fours and crawled across the stained and gory oak floor towards the crying younger women, but was taken completely by surprise as suddenly the Bint uncurled and a blur of stripes, tipped with steel, cracked hard into her reinforced face mask. Shockingly the Desi's spiked Tiger skinned boot cut through the padding and cracked the plastic shield of the mask, and two inches of steel shattered the perfect smile of the Pakistani women. Erum bellowed, spitting out teeth and a piece of her ripped lips as she rolled over on her back nearly KOed. Nafisa had successfully lured the more experienced fighter into a rookie mistake and now she was going to make her pay dearly.

The teen dragged her own brutalised nude from across to where the other girl was breathing shallowly, gurgling and coughing up gouts of blood. Erum's eyes were fluttering as jets of crimson splashed from the green masks ripped open mouth section. Nafisa slumped her own hot sweaty body across the battered nude torso of the other cat, pinning her arms in place with her legs.
'You killed my sister you Paki shit, now I'm taking your clit' she hissed, spraying the Muslim with spittle and blood from her own bruised and bloody mouth. Erum whimpered and tried to free her arms, but the bulk of the heavier naked fighter was laying across her so she could only ineffectually punch at the Hindu's leg with one half free fist. Teasingly Nafisa walked the finger of her right hand down the tense expectant stomach of the other girl and then slowly started to grind her bladed knuckles into the depth of the older girl's hairless sex. This was worse than the first gutting attack on her shaved smooth cunt lips, Erum's whimpers progressed to pleading screams as her foe took her time cutting deeper, this time aiming for the root of her clit, slowly sawing it out of her cunt.

The paler skinned fighters spike tipped legs drummed on the flooring in her torment and then in desperation the crippled Karachi girl jack-knifed her naked body, throwing both her black booted feet up at the Indian teen who had captured her. The two sharp reinforced points of the black boots swung up blindly but the right one connected with a crunch onto the top of the Tiger mask. The padding and the tanned skin kept out the killing blow but the point skidding across the crown of Nafisa's head and then as she slumped sideways, concussed from the kick, the left boot smacked into the Desi teen's cheek and its sharpened razor heel sliced across her shoulder sending a stream of blood splattering across her battered mummeries and this time conclusively sending her to dream land. The Desi Killers luck had been in, as the last desperate flailing of her biker boots had crushed the head of the chocolate girl, knocking her cold.

The agony in the young Pakistani women's groin slowly subsided to mild torture as the gouging slicing glove stopped in mid circumcision. For early five minutes Erum sobbed and screamed as pain flowed back and forth through her nude glistening and sweaty olive skinned body, stuck pinned under the weight of the unconscious Hindi girl, their blood mixing and sluicing onto the wooden flooring. Eventually she rolled the dead weight off of her and crawled slowly across the boarding towards the door and her waiting bike. She had nearly made it to the door when she became aware of moans from the recumbent form of the Bint, who she had left spread eagled in the centre of the elevator. Realising that she had no time to lose the smaller gladiarix forced herself up by clinging onto the cage's wire wall and then staggering across to the bike she got out her digital camera, set its timer and aimed it into the elevator, and then pulled out her bike chain.

'I'll get some nice pictures for your old sow of a mother to cherish, shall I', she lisped, gap teethed, through her sliced lips and disfigured mouth, her smashed and broken face now looking itself more like a mask than anything else. She then staggered across to where Nafisa was still laying, blinking up at the old light bulb in the ceiling. Erum looked down at her own butchered cunt and gave a low scream at her ruin, but then with a snarl slowly spread what remained of her cunt lips and let out a long gush of green piss into the mouth of the gasping Hindu teen. Nafisa coughed and croaked, too weak to even move her head out of the stream.

'I'm going to drown you bitch' Erum screamed near hysterically as she realised the full extent of the destruction of her own sex. The smashed up Islamic biker bitch now methodically whipped her chain across the prostrate body of the younger women, only stopping when she was satisfied that Nafisa would never now be able to fight back, having broken her legs and arms as well as most of her ribs, and she had passed out again. Hobbling back to her bike she pressed the auto dial for her alternate emergency pick-up, but didn't yet summon the Cleaners as she did not trust them enough not to just snuff her as part of their 'clean up'. Her biker stud was OK after a normal fight, and great for a fuck, but tonight it better be the warped plastic surgeon she knew, he would take care of her for a price, and she'd let him play with Nafisa's corpse too as his reward. Staggering back to the bike she removed an old bottle and gulped back a strong slug of whisky, burning agony hit her as the spirit washed across her torn mouth. She then got a handful of various pills and washed them down with another swig of the immoral liquid that supposedly should never touch her lips. 'Shit, this Hindu piglet has left me with only shredded skin for lips,' she thought, 'giving old man Jokovic his payment might be more difficult than usual.' Her hands were shaking as she was slowly coming down from the high of the fight, shock started to set in as she fumbled with her switch blade, and cut off the Hindi cats mask, revealing her battered beautiful features for the camera, one eye swollen closed, nose and mouth bleeding, but a picture compared to Erum.

Erum then squatted low above the younger woman and eased out a full gloop of soft semi liquid shit that fell onto Nafisa chest. Then with a thud she dropped onto her enemy's bruised purple stomach, smiling as she hear the cracked ribs crunching together as the Desi was shocked back into consciousness by the pain with wail of agony. The Karchi women then scooped up the brown mixture with her hands, and smothered it into the Desi girls face, filling her mouth and nostrils with the toxic mix. Weakly the teen tried to pull the hands away from her once pretty features, choking and retching as she was forced to consume her enemy's excrement. Shuffling forward so as to place her ripped sex across her enemies face Erum now fully vented her stomach, piss and shit flowing freely into the girl's mouth as the Paki pinched closed her nose, forcing the teen to gasp for air, but instead now filling her lungs with the bitter tasting effluent from her Muslim foe. She writhed, jerked and spasmed, struggling for life, drowning on Erum's fluids, but the stronger older cat kept her pinned until finally her spasms became more desperate and then with a loud fart Nafisa, the Indian Princess, pissed and shit herself, filing the elevator now with the added smell of two lots of Asian effluent and the distinctive whiff of blood and impending death.

'Hindu Kafir cunt. You're a vegetarian aren't you, no meat for a high class Brahmin piglet', the Muslim girl giggled, her head swimming as blood dripped from her torn face onto her chest and oozed from her cunting onto the naked torso pinned below her, her whole being now consumed by insanity due to the intense pain and the agony of her near desexing. Erum was not going to let the teen go to hell without one last degradation and even while the brown fluids drowned her, the sepia Amazon slid down the Desi's slippery filthy stinking nude body, and with a feeling of ultimate revenge gnawed out her young meaty clit, spitting it into her hand she then force fed it to the teen, along with scoops of the younger females own shit. Somewhere in Nafisa mind she registered the degradation and tears started to flow from her wide shocked staring eyes until eventually, after a last desperate struggle for breath, she drowned in her own shit, choking on her own clit.

Erum of course dug out the clit for her collection, but as she had fainted directly afterwards the two teats that are mounted beside the chewed clit are perfectly incised, having been removed with a surgeons care. And after that good deed the old gentleman had fucked the dead body and then, as he disliked to miss any opportunity at his advanced time of life, had raped the comatose Erum too.