Arupama yelled, "I'll Rip that Jap arse apart, Greg!"

The dildo was six inches in, pushing and jamming into Konomi's arse. Arupama crushed and twisted Konomi's boobs and stared straight into Konomi's eyes.

I had never seen anything like it and my cock was harder than it had any right to be. Konomi was not only absorbing the assault on her arse by the machine and Arupama on her tits, but she was going on thr attack, rolling Arupama's thick dark nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She crushed, pulled and twisted, drawing Arupama's heavy breasts outward, stretching them into oblong bags. Quickly she shifted to ripping her long talons along the Indian's tits drawing blood.

Arupama's head was back and she cursed a stream. Suddenly Konomi pressed the switch on her controller. The head pushed into the dark pink opening surrounded by dark skin and tried to ram into her arse. It drove in two inches, then another, then another and finally only her compressed arsecheeks held anything out of her. It was timed perfectly. The sudden arse rape on top of the tit mauling sent the Indian over the edge.

"Eeeeiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Arupama screamed and let go of the controller and the deadman switch shut down the machine she controlled.

The machine stopped drilling into Konomi and she used her controller to pound Arupama's arse causing her to cry out in pain from each thrust. The Indian who could no longer maul the Japanese while the machine was off was pushed forward and pulled back by the dildo, each time bumping into the Japanese's hard boobs. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Arupama's mouth was open and she groaned in agony as the hard rubber cock plunged in and out of her arse and Konomi's strong fingers disappeared into the swelling, now bruised and bloody bags of pain on her chest.

After 90 seconds Arupama's machine started again. Both women were bent backwards as the machine driven cocks reamed in and up their arses. They worked on each other with their hands twisting and tearing at each other's battered tits.

Konomi was a pain freak and she exploded in an orgasm about ten minutes into the savage fight and she released a flood of liquid on the mat. She was still a squirter. Despite her own pain Arupama increased her efforts and used Konomi's body numbing orgasm to unleash havoc on her already raw dark nipples. Konomi screamed and cried as her nipples started to bleed. She doubled up her fist and started sinking it deep into Arupama's upper belly. Short sharp jolts into the unmuscled belly of the Indian. Arupama grunted and suddenly quivered. Konomi switched her hand to the Indian's pussy. Arupama screamed and grabbed for Konomi's hand. Konomi shouted triumphantly and increased the speed of the cock slamming into Arupama as her hand remained latched onto Arupama's sweat soaked tangle of hair. Unknown to me the Indian was a pain freak too and everything about the matchup combined to send her into orgasmic pain not the normal bliss. But unfortunately her orgasm caused her to let go of the controller again.

With her free time Konomi leaned forward and punched her stiffened fingers low into Arupama's soft belly. After the second punch she opened her hand and started ripping at Arupama's bush and mound. Arupama screamed and writhed as the pain loving Japanese got her fingers into her pussy. Konomi taunted her Indian rival as she violated her from the front as the machine pounded into her from the rear. But 180 seconds finally passedd and Arupama's machine came back to life and jerked Konomi's head back as it drilled into her at maximum speed. She screamed in frustration as her cunt attack was foiled as her fingers were pulled away by Arupama, who then let go and fastened on Konomi's bush. This time it was the Japanese who screamed as the Indian's hands came away full of curly black pubic hair and some red flesh under her fingernails.

Arupama started punching and driving forearms into Konomi's tits. Konomi returned the favor and for several minutes the smack of fist and elbow on tit or other fists and arms were interspersed with their moaning, gasping and screaming. But Arupama had never experienced pain like this and she again let go of the controller. This time the Japanese had 5 minutes of uncontested time.

Konomi was merciless. She switched to Arupama's nipples and practically tore them off the pain filled Indian woman. The agony thrust Arupama into a trembling shaking mass of tortured flesh and nerve endings. Arupama slumped back. Konomi grunted with the effort and went for Arupama's pussy. Arupama screams were hurting my ears and suddenly she went limp and slumped over Konomi's shoulder. Konomi continued to savage Arupama's cunt. She was gone. She finally yelled for the Japanese to stop. Konomi finally did. When I undid the straps Arupama was down for the count.

Konomi took a drink of water and then poured the jug on Arupama's face. Arupama woke up crying. Konomi laughed and lowered her bloody cunt down hard on the Indian woman's face. Once sitting, she began to grind her way to three shattering orgasms using Arupama's swollen boobs as handholds.

She stuffed a 6 inch church candle deep into Arupama's pussy and lit it. Frantically the Indian who was now tied to a chair tried to wriggle it free. No luck. It was deeply embedded and slowly burning down. I did my part in the action by spreading Konomi's legs and slipping my stiff cock into her bloody pussy. She rolled so she was on top and started to ride me. Closer and closer the flame came to Arupama's slit. Her eyes were full of fear as her coarse cunt hair started to singe.

There was only one outlet. Frantically she willed herself to piss. The heat could be felt on her thick cunt lips as the fucking Japanese languidly and detachedly watched. Her cunt hair smoldered as was about to ignite when first a splutter then a stream of piss issued from her to extinguish the flame. Konomi moved to her and reached between her dripping legs, spread the folds at the top of her pussy and said, "Here is something to remember me by, you Indian bitch!"

Then she pissed all over Arupama's torn and bruised tits.

"We fight in a week", she hissed.

What a contrast in dress styles they made: Konomi in her erotic fighting attire of nothing but an opaque silk skin colored body hugging full length cat suit and platform high heel shoes and Arupama who attempted to look sophisticated in six-inch black high heel shoes, a black satin mini skirt that came up 10 inches short of her knees and set off by her black nylon stockings, a long sleeved black and white jacket that came to just below her waist and was held by only two buttons, one just below her exposed bust line and the other level with her navel. Under the jacket she wore a matching black satin thin strapped camisole without bra.

The tension between the two was overflowing as the three of us attempted to establish some rules. Arupama pushed past me and aggressively chested the smaller older Japanese who then pushed her forcibly back on the settee. She got up only for Konomi to push her back much harder this time, causing her head to crash into the wall behind.

She got up again and as the Japanese woman attempted to push her back down again she kicked her in the shins. Her retaliation hit a nerve and Konomi glared at her and lunged.

"You'll pay for that bitch," she shrieked as she reached out and grabbed the 43 year old Indian around the shoulders. Arupama replied with such force that she ripped Konomi's silk catsuit down both arms exposing most of her small hard titts.

Konomi screamed and landed an open hand hard slap on the 43 year-old's face. It came out of nowhere and she then grabbed the Indian's thick gold necklace ripping it from her neck.

"Enjoy this bitch," she yelled and slashed the Indian across the face with the chain drawing a thin weal across her face. She drew back to lash her again but Arupama grabbed her around her legs and in a rugby football-like tackle sent the catsuited Japanese to the floor knocking the coffee table sideways.

They started to wrestle but Konomi got to her feet first and bent over Arupama.
"You rip my suit, how you like me tear your clothes?" she shrilled as she ripped apart the buttons in the satin jacket and dragged it partly off her shoulders with buttons flying in the air.

"You slut! You little slut. That's my new jacket!" hissed the Indian as she tried to wriggle into it but the Japanese moved quickly to rip her camisole down exposing her full bared breasts. They struggled on the floor shouting insults at each other, legs flying and arms thrashing about until Arupama managed to get a firm hold on Konomi's silk body suit and put her fingernails through the flimsy garment and raked a long tear from the neck down to just below the navel as they rolled entwined on the floor.

"I'll fix you!" the Indian spat out as she let fly with a flurry of clenched fists that just missed as Konomi scrambled to her feet first and jumped up to get behind Arupama, grabbed the bottom ends of her satin jacket before pulling it with all her strength upwards until she dragged it over the Indian's arms held it up triumphantly in her hand. She screwed it up and threw it in the taller woman's face.

Arupama shrieked in rage when she saw the crumpled new jacket minus the only two buttons and saw the big rip in her matching camisole, now hanging below her dark swinging pendulous breasts.

"You fucking cunt" she screamed at Konomi as they both stood toe to toe pushing and shoving each until they both fell on to the settee arms thrashing and legs kicking. They struggled to get up so they could gain the advantage. First to recover the heavier Arupama rushed at still rising Konomi so hard she knocked her over and quickly got her face down straddling her, shredding her already torn silk cat suit until it was just hanging off her in pieces, the only undamaged part being from the lower thighs down. Konomi's twisted and struggled about in an exaggerated manner like a WRE wrestler to break the hold but managed to get one hand back behind her and got just enough leverage to thrust it up under her adversary's skirt to grab hold of the top of her nylon stockings, stretching and pulling them as she tried to roll out of Arupama's grip.

Off balance Arupama let go, but the older Japanese woman didn't let go of Arupama's stockings until she finally ripped one from her thigh and dragged it down to her knee.

"Let's see your ugly body," she screamed and grabbed hold of Arupama's skirt at the waist unhooking it frantically then dragging it down over her hips low enough so that when Arupama regained herself and tried to stand up she fell backwards over onto the settee.

It gave Konomi the chance to have another go at her loosened skirt and she quickly dragged it down to the ankles. Arupama's kicked like a mad bull, cursing in Hindi but narrowly missed Konomi's head as the older woman bobbed and weaved about. Konomi used Arupama's prone position and flailing legs to advantage getting the black satin skirt over her high heels before flinging it into the corner of the room.

Arupama let fly with a mouthful of Hindu filth but the Japanese couldn't understand what she was saying anyway and they started hand grappling again. Arupama suddenly bit Konomi hard leaving teeth marks on her forearm and making her yelp in pain. The Japanese answered and bit her back like a rottweiler. It was no love bite; it was a fierce crunch on Arupama's upper arm and left teeth marks and a big blue bruise to show where she had been after the Indian smashed her in the face to break free.

They fell again to the floor, rolling over and over, cursing, and screaming obscenities with both grabbing hold of each other's hair pulling so hard it jerked their heads at every tug. Konomi was all but naked, her silk catsuit in tatters, the top part hanging loose down over the only undamaged part which was now below her knees. Arupama's was a mess, one stocking was at her ankle, her skirt and satin jacket were on the floor, and her partly ripped camisole's hung down over her lower abdomen. All she's had left untouched was her black lace panties, suspender belt and black high heels. Konomi's savage attack now stripped her of her underwear.

They continued to roll around, legs wrapped around each other trying to stay in control as they slapped each other hard and tugged handfuls of hair but it was the heavier, stronger Arupama that managed to get in the right position to land a really hard fingernail scrape to the face.

Konomi cried out and swore loudly, "Fuck you fuck you fuck you" as she touched the scratch and her fingers come away bloody.

The Japanese looked up with a look of sheer hatred on her face and rushed the younger Indian and plunged her sharp nails into the Indian's hair, grabbed a tight hold and started to shake her head back and forth, before forcing her onto her back on the ground and straddling her torso. She banged Arupama's head against the floor a couple of times then let go of her hair to tear with her long nails at her large tits.

Arupama made her escape when Konomi got a bit careless and moved too far forward in her hold as she grabbed her adversary's short, wiry black hair and gave it a hard yank. Konomi tumbled and rolled off her position over the Indian's legs and thighs, pulling her hair free of Arupama's grasp as she fell away. Arupama rolled in the opposite direction, preventing either woman from grabbing at the other.

Both quickly scrambled to their feet, ready to continue the battle. Konomi went after the Indian's leg as she sent a kick toward the her knee. Arupama sidestepped and avoided the kick and countered with a spin kick aimed at Konomi's head. Konomi ducked and just barely avoided the leg as it whizzed just over her head. As Konomi came up, she fired a short hard kidney punch into Arupama's lower back. Arupama grimaced with pain and swung out with her fist, Konomi's head snapping to the side as Arupama backhanded her across the mouth.
The two fighters staggered and wobbled on their high heels as they circled. As soon as they reached striking distance, both set themselves. Arupama swung out with a high kick aimed at Konomi's head. Konomi again ducked under the kick and countered with a solid punch to the gut. Arupama let out a pained grunt as she backed away a couple steps. Konomi quickly gave chase and continued to fire punches and chops at the retreating Indian's bigger body. Arupama let out a couple more groans as Konomi's fists landed with solid thuds against her belly, tits, and ribs.

Moving in close against the tired Indian Konomi let a volley of chops and punches into her kidneys that sent her crumpled to the floor. With a rough pull on her long black hair, she forced Arupama to her feet. She set herself and pivoted. As she turned, she spun the Indian around and whipped her into the wall. Arupama hit the wall with a loud thud and a pained groan. Konomi moved in and hammered her with repeated kidney punches, working the same area over and over.

Thud. Thud. Thud. It was like watching Rocky Balboa in Rocky I training with the beef carcasses. Arupama toppled, falling in such a way her shoulder caught the solid oak timber corner of the coffee table giving her another bruise. Konomi leapt upon her and interspersed cunt ripping with her kidney punches. She pulled the Indian up by her hair

"I'll fuck you after this!" she shrilled. It hadn't been one way especially at the start and Konomi body was reddened and she was bleeding from face scratches near the mouth and rakes across her tits where Arupama's had enjoyed success. To me she was extremely erotic as she stood naked, blood and sweat mixed together, face to face with the beaten younger, naked, battered sweat covered Indian whose strands of long mattered black hair were all over the place and who was barely standing and breathing in great gulps.

Overconfidently Konomi sauntered forward. This was Arupama's last chance and with a final effort and burst of adrenaline, she rammed her fingers into Konomi's eyes and then grabbed her neck and locked her in a side headlock. She wasted no time as she had little energy left, and she quickly put the Japanese down with a bulldog. Konomi groaned as her face whacked into the floor. She lay there with her legs twitching. Arupama rolled her over on her back with a hard kick to the ribs. With a nasty smirk, the Indian backed up and ran forward. As she got closer she jumped and aimed her elbow at the Japanese's heaving boobs.

It looked like she had finished the Japanese as Arupama dragged a limp Konomi upright but the tiny Japanese wasn't quite finished and she stamped down with her stiletto heel onto Arupama's foot who screamed and reeled away. Konomi acted quickly and desperately grabbed the phone and smashed it hard into the side of Arupama's head sending her crashing to the ground. Konomi, still in pain from the eye gouge and bulldog swung her foot and kicked Konomi in the cunt, eliciting an scream from Arupama who pulled her hands down to protect her damaged sex.

Konomi had lost control completely now and wanted to finish her enemy off. She grabbed the plastic bin liner bag from the small tidy and jumped on Arupama's back pinning her down, grabbed the bag and pulled it tight around Konomi's head, winding and tightening the plastic hard behind the Indian's neck. Arupama, realizing her situation panicked and blindly tried to reach up and loosen the plastic bag that was suffocating her. She was fading fast when her nails pierced the bag and gave her some much needed oxygen.

She was still going under though and her arms flailed wildly as she attempted to fight back. Her hand touched the phone cord. She looped it round Konomi's neck and rolled off the bed tightening it as the two women fell to the floor. It was race to see who would run out of air first: the Indian with the plastic bag held tight against her face or the Japanese with the phone cord strangling her.

It was the Indian who triumphed and after gathering in some deep breaths she separated slowly, wrenching the plastic bag from Konomi's limp grasp and in one motion shot up a hard fist right into the barely conscious Japanese woman's hairy pussy. It was a direct hit and she curled on her knees moaning and whimpering. Arupama, despite her own pain forced herself up and as Konomi knelt before her still grabbing her cunt the Indian drove her knee into her opponents chin, sending the older woman sprawling into the floor, unconscious.

Konomi shook her head clearing the cobwebs and struggled onto her knees but failed to see Arupama swing her leg back and kick a field goal between her legs. She collapsed but Arupama took a tight hold of her hair and kept her upright as she delivered retribution to the Japanese's firm tits. Finally she placed her knee in the small of Konomi's back and tightened the phone cord still round her neck. Konomi flailed her arms but in vain until they dropped motionless and Arupama let the unconscious Japanese slip to the floor.

Arupama emerged after rummaging through Konomi's walk in robe with something called, I think from memory, the "Tokyo Reamer." It was about eighteen inches long. It made no attempt at being lifelike. It was as if someone had put pieces of fruit of increasing size -smallest first - into a latex tube. The result was a knob of latex about an inch and a half thick, followed by a slight depression, then another knob, a bit thicker, and so forth. The knob at the base had to be six inches thick. The base was flattened and there was a hollow opening about a half inch thick with a metal socket with a three quarter inch pipe thread. It also had the sensible (if unnecessary) caution to USE PLENTY OF LUBRICANT along its length along with an engraved ruler and white carved and painted notches signifying its greatest penetration in its victims. In her other hand she had what looked like an old time girdle whose front had a leather plate with the matching 1 inch threaded rod.

Arupama opened the K-Y and smeared it all over the end of the dildo using most of one tube. Next, she put bound pillows on the bed and tied each of Konomi's wrists with stockings. Then she tied stockings around each slender ankle. Arupama put the rolled-up bolsters lengthwise on Konomi's belly and tits and then tied her with the stockings from her wrists together around it -- strapping her to the bolsters. Then she did the same with the ankle stockings. Next, Arupama rolled her onto all fours - the "fours" being tied around the bolster. And all the time, she never stopped working her fingers in the Japanese's cunt. Finally, Arupama took two long electrical extension cords and fed them around and under the mattress - between the mattress and the bedsprings, to be precise. When Arupama was done, Konomi was on all fours, bound to the rolled-up bolsters and immobilized by the ties to the bed.

Arupama stepped to the side of the bed and looked down at her. Konomi's legs were forced apart by her position and cunt was exposed -- but her position also tautened and emphasized the shape of her tight little arse; the narrowness of her hips; the superb proportions of her back, and the perfect line of her legs. Not bad for a 57 year old.

Arupama pressed her down into the bound-bolster with one hand and placed the fat tip of the dildo against her cunt. She rolled her thick hips around and pushed the tip it into her cunt until she had her first penetration. Arupama slowly increased the speed of her thrusting and was rewarded by all of the lubricated monster's head entering Konomi's cunt. Then she went to town fucking the tied up defenseless Japanese in a frenzy. Exhausted she stopped and looked down. About 10 inches were embedded in the wailing Japanese, but the mark that identified the greatest penetration 13.5 inches was still visible.

She grabbed the Japanese by her hips and renewed her assault and half an hour later she slumped exhausted to a halt and saw that she had almost two-thirds of the dildo embedded in her cunt. The rubber dick must have been three-and-a-half inches in diameter where the bulge disappeared -- and reappeared -- between her cunt lips. As Arupama tried to withdraw it, the cunt grip was so powerful that it seemed to suck her inner cunt out. But withdraw it she did and then smeared more K-Y all over it. Despite the withdrawal, Konomi's pain racked writhings barely slackened. The clock said 10:40, the numbers telling me she had been fucking the Japanese for more than two and a half hours.

"Now I'm going to shove both my fists up that little cunt of yours," she gloated. "Up your little Japanese cunt and open you up before I split you,"

Arupama fairly easily got one fist into the still stretched Japanese slit but getting the second hand in was harder. It wasn't like the first hand, when her cunt had been opened so widely. Now her cunt was full with one fist and tight. The lack of room hampered the Indian at first, but she worked one pinky inside and kept stretching her until her left fist and all four fingers of her right hand were in her. Arupama had to strain to get her thumb in, causing Konomi to scream into the pillow as the Indian tried to force all her second hand into her cunt causing Konomi to almost break the bonds that held her.

As she forced her second hand in she screamed: "I'm going to fist fuck you. Fuck you harder and longer. Going to split your cunt open!"

When both hands were all the way into her oriental cunt and her labia were stretched around her wrists, Arupama paused to smear K-Y on her forearm to help give her deeper penetration. Slowly she started to push and pull her two fists alternatively. In and out, in and out, in and out. Over and over. Arupama pumped her fists in her cunt for a long time, it seemed -- though the clock told me only twenty minutes had passed -- and Konomi's cunt was opening wider. Arupama had somehow managed to part the Japanese woman's legs even more. Arupama was so consumed by the thought of, and actual cunt-reaming she was giving and she suddenly shook as her own orgasmic spasms took control of her body. Cum oozed from her slit down her legs as she joined her fists into one and began pumping faster, driving her joined fists in and out. Konomi was a tortured wreck. She had collapsed on the pillow, sobbing and screaming alternately.

Arupama unclenched her fist and with a struggle withdrew her hands. She placed the tip of the dong at Konomi's cunt, grabbed her hips, screamed and thrust into the abused now stretched and gaping open cunt. Again and again. After three brutal slams she had matched her previous 12 inches. Another 5 brutal hip thrusts and blood was trickling from the split crevice of the Japanese but this only encouraged Arupama who finally with the dildo at least 5 inches wide as it touched her cunt lips and with 14.95 inches inside could do no more.

My first hint that Konomi had passed out was when Arupama put the tube of K-Y to her arse and she didn't react. That's when Arupama realized that even though Konomi was still in pain and her hips and thighs moving appropriately, she was quite.

She unscrewed the 18 inches of rubber and left it plugged in the Japanese and rolled her on her back. Her cunt was stretched beyond belief to accommodate the monster and blood streamed from a tear in the skin beside her clit which was totally exposed and stretched across the black rubber. Arupama rested her left hand on Konomi's thigh and like a martial arts exponent smashing tiles slowly lowered and raised her stiffened hand a couple of times measuring the distance, visualizing the strike. I could see naked fear in Konomi's eyes, triumph in Arupama's.

With a shriek her arm moved in a blur descending like a pile driver, the pad under her thumb flattening the clit against the hard rubber of the Tokyo Reamer.