Amy and Marisa just loved the beach, and they had spent most of the lazy summer hanging out there. Both were 21 and had been the very best of friends since high school. It has been an uneventful summer so far. A friend of theirs had taken a pictures of the two girls in their sexy little bikinis earlier in the day.
The hot, hazy Friday afternoon had given way to evening as a cooling breeze gently blew in off the ocean.
“I need to get home. I’ve gotta be at work early tomorrow, “ Amy said.
The girls gathered up their things and headed for the boardwalk as the sun began to set in a blazing orange sky.
“You like your new job?” Marisa asked.
“Yeah…well, it’s a job…” Amy was already missing the carefree summer days, but it was time to get back to the real world. “I’ve gotta make some money. Pay off some credit cards.”
“Yeah, me too. I want to get a good used car. I’m tired of hitching rides everywhere.” Marisa was about to start a new job herself the following week. Yes, summer was almost over.
They reached the boardwalk as the last of the lingering light finally disappeared. The fading day’s sky was now a deep rich burgundy. The old boardwalk had seen better days. It had gotten a bad reputation in the last several years. It was seedy, and there were a lot of drugs, especially on weekends. Once the girls reached 12th Avenue, they would split up and head for their own apartments. They had done it countless times before.
What was lying before them was poorly lit, shadowy and somewhat ominous looking. The strip was normally buzzing with activity, but it was unusually quiet just then. There were only a handful of people milling around, either by themselves or in small groups. Far off stars began to twinkle in the black velvet sky. Teenagers were drinking beers and smoking weed, checking out Amy and Marisa as they walked past. The girls gently held each other’s hands for a little extra sense of security. They passed the head shops on 4th Avenue, the squalid little dive bars on 6th…
“Let’s take the alley over to Oceanfront. We’ll get there quicker,” said Amy.
Marisa agreed and they made their way toward the nearby alleyway on 7th Avenue and Belmont Street. They heard police sirens wailing in the distance as they drew closer to the dark alley. There wasn’t a soul around. Still, they both had the uneasy feeling that they were being watched.
They walked down the alley and got about halfway across. The girls held each other’s small hands a little tighter. Suddenly, they sensed something. Movement…a quick darting motion as two figures swiftly emerged from the shadows and shot straight for them. Before they could even scream, gloved hands were covering their mouths.
There was an old van at the end of the alley. The kidnappers drug the two helpless girls to the van, opened the back and tossed them inside like a couple of rag dolls. They then jumped in with the girls. Amy and Marisa couldn’t make out the faces of their captors as the helpless females were harshly bound and gagged. Lying tightly together, they stared at one another in wide-eyed disbelief as the van sped off carrying its terrified young passengers. They both silently prayed. They were captives now, and they knew it.
The ride lasted for a good twenty minutes before the girls heard the brakes squeal and sensed the vehicle slowing and pulling into its destination. They heard the crunch of gravel on the tires. God only knows where they were. Their hearts pounded. The van was stuffy and they were sweating profusely. Still wearing their sexy little bikinis, their other belongings having been left in the alley.
The two captors pulled the girls from the back of the van. Amy and Marisa still couldn’t see the men’s faces. It looked as though they had pulled to the loading dock of an old warehouse . Still bound and gagged, the young girls were led inside the large dark building. They went down a narrow hallway with flickering fluorescent lights and into a small room that smelled musty.
A light was flipped on and the girls could see that their abductors appeared to be two men wearing cheap rubber Halloween masks. A devil and a clown. The men glared at their hot little captives through their masks. The claustrophobic room was dusty and dirty with pieces of old office furniture strewn about and cardboard boxes stacked high along several walls. There was a steel mesh cage in the center of room. 10 by 12 foot…6 feet high. Two dull globe lights softly glowed overhead. The air was stale…hot and humid.
The men stood with the girls by the entrance to the cage. Finally, the kidnappers spoke…
The devil began. “Both of you are going into this dirty cage, and only one of you is coming out. You’re going to fight each other. No rules. You’re fighting for your freedom.”
The clown continued. “The winner is the one who gets out of the cage first. You understand?”
The men untied the girls and removed the gags covering their mouths. The stunned girls stared at one another silently.
“Do you fucking understand?” the devil barked, demanding an answer.
“Y-yes..” Amy and Marisa responded in unison. It was the only answer they could give them.
A mere 5’3” and barely 110 pounds each, they looked too small and delicate to fight.
“Into the cage…now.” the clown sternly ordered them.
The young women slowly stepped through the cage’s single gate and into the hellish cage. Their sexy little bodies now drenched with sweat, glistening in the low light. Their bikinis clung tightly to them. Their stomachs were tied in knots. They both felt nauseous. Their eyes quickly darted around the grimy looking cage as perspiration rolled down their soft physiques.
“God, I don’t want to fight you,” Marisa softly cried.
“We don’t have any choice.”
“This is crazy. I’m not doing it.” Marisa exclaimed as she walked toward the gate, raised the small latch and began to open the door.
Amy rushed over and slammed the door shut. “No. You’re not leaving.” Amy pushed her friend away from the gate, the one way in and out.
Marisa gave Amy a hearty shove in response. Amy fell back against the cage.
The masked men unfolded several metal chairs and sat down, intent on enjoying what lie ahead.
The young women moved toward the center of the cage and approached one another, slowly pacing and circling around one another. For a moment panic threatened to overwhelm them, but they gradually forced the feeling down and calmed themselves.
Yes….they knew what they had to do. God help them….they knew.
Their eyes now fixed on one another. Amy and Marisa…the truest of friends. Closer than sisters, now forced to fight one another in a cage.
The devil spoke. “Come on, girls. Fight.”
Time seemed to stand still a moment. The girls took a deep breath, and then it began….
The two captives gingerly approached one another and suddenly began to clash. They tangled their sweaty bodies together, swaying and dancing, arms entwined as they struggled.
They broke away and paced around…
Marisa walked over to the steel. “Please…let us go. Don’t make us do this,” Marissa begged her captors.
The clown drew close to the cage and looked the poor girl in the eyes. “Don’t fucking beg me for shit, girl. You better fight, Marisa. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll fucking fight.”
How did he know her name? Marisa pondered that for a moment.
Amy crept up behind Marisa, grabbed her and whirled her around quickly. “Come on. Fight me! It’s the only way…” Amy stated as she slapped Marisa across the cheek and pushed her back against the steel. Again she slapped Marisa…harder. The sound of crisp flesh on flesh resounded through the room. “Fight,” Amy insisted.
“Enough of this bullshit. Fight you little bitch!” the devil yelled.
Marisa bolted for the exit again, but Amy rushed ahead of her and blocked her way. Marisa’s eyes gleamed with tears as she scowled at Amy. She lunged at Amy and began attacking wildly, her little clenched fists flying at Amy’s face and body. Marisa had reached her breaking point.
Amy was forced back against the steel cage, surprised at this sudden outburst of desperate rage. She raised her arms and tried to defend herself, blocking some of the blows. Her back against the cage, Amy came charging at her former friend. She struck Marisa solidly across the side of the head then grabbed a handful of hair and slapped her soundly across the face. Once, twice….then a third savage open-handed blow.
“Unnngghhh…you bitch…” Marisa groaned.
The girls stopped a moment as they stared coldly at one another. Their faces were flushed and covered with beads of sweat, their eyes harsh and glassy.
They both stepped back, away from one another, then surged in and began fighting again. Another hail of vicious fists, becoming increasingly more brutal. The animosity was gradually growing, moment by moment. A fight the girls never dreamed could happen, and now they were craving it.
They howled and screamed. Their fine bodies abruptly collided. They both hit the steel cage wall together, ricocheting off and careening onto the dirty floor. They rolled and wrestled as they cried. Marisa grabbed Amy by the hair and rammed the back of her head into the hard floor. She then scurried for the exit on her hands and knees….
“Where you going?” Amy crawled after Marisa, grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward the center of the cage.
Marisa twisted over on her back and kicked Amy in the temple. Amy’s head throbbed and she saw stars as she fell back onto the floor. Marisa scampered for the cage door again. Amy shook the cobwebs from her head and bolted at her opponent again, leaping and sailing into Marisa and driving a knee into her kidneys. She followed up with a swift fist to Marisa’s side, causing her to crumple to the floor as Amy stood over her.
“Yeah, Amy. Kill that bitch! Remember how that cunt stole your boyfriend back in high school?” the devil stated. Oh yes, Amy remembered. She had secretly despised Marisa for it. Cole was the name of the guy she used to date. She thought she had buried all that so deep inside. The truth was she had never really forgiven Marisa. How did her masked captor know about it?
Amy loomed over Marisa and drove a knee into her mouth as the devil cheered. She pulled Marisa up by her light brown hair slowly then slammed the girl back against the unforgiving cage. Pain shot through Marisa’s spine. Her body quivered as she wiped the blood now dripping from her lips.
Marisa retaliated. She slapped Amy across the sternum and then thrust a knee into her softly toned pelvis. Yanking her hair, she delivered two shots to Amy’s face which sent her sprawling to the floor. Marisa strode over to the exit. She raised the latch and opened it. Amy got to her feet and drove a knee into Marisa’s lower back. Amy viciously slammed the steel door shut on her opponent’s arm. Marisa screeched in pain and stumbled away from the gate.
Amy stood holding the door open and tried to escape for the first time. She had one foot out the door when Marisa came at her, snatching her blonde hair and pulling her back into the cage. Amy had come very close.
Their cruel captors cheered. They weren’t ready for the fight to be over with this soon.
“We want more fucking blood,” the devil suddenly cried.
“Yeah….a lot more, you little cunts,” the clown exclaimed.
The girls paused. Their glimmering eyes narrowed. They stared at one another hatefully as they stood a few feet apart, soaked in sweat. Their sweet little bodies ached, heads pounding with a dull pain.
The assholes wanted more blood. Yeah….the girls could do that.
Marisa rubbed her arm, the one that had been caught in the cage door. A dark bruise was already appearing there. She sprang toward Amy and pounded her lovely face until it was bleeding.
The masked kidnappers were pleased. It was shaping up to be an even fight of back and forth punishment.
Amy fought back, flying at Marisa and sinking a fist into her solar plexus then spitefully punching her face. Marisa’s nose began streaming blood. Amy grabbed tightly to a handful of hair and smashed her former friend’s pretty face into the hard steel cage twice, grinding it into the cold unforgiving metal. Cut and bleeding, Marisa screamed as blood raced down her full cheeks.
The girls traded blows, striking one another as they grunted and shrieked. Tears and blood streaked their dirty faces. Fighting now harder and harder as their adrenaline suddenly surged. Untapped desire to hurt one another…their savage side fully unleashed. After several heart-stopping moments of beating the hell out of one another, the battling girls collapsed to the dirty floor. They softly wept and moaned with short shuddering breaths.
“Come on bitches,” the devil bellowed. These captors had gotten their blood, but they wanted more.
Both girls clambered for the door on their hands and knees. Amy stumbled and fell, giving Marisa a moment to get ahead of her. Looking back, Marisa kicked Amy in the mouth as she tried to rise from the floor. Amy felt a sharp pain as one of her front teeth went flying out. Stunned, she wiped her bloody mouth. Marisa only flashed a wicked little smile on her red bloody face.
The girls were shaky…on all fours, like two animals awaiting a command. They soon got one…
“Fight you filthy little bitches,” the devil demanded.
Sweat dripped from Amy’s nose, and there was a cold lump in her throat. She lunged at Marisa…ripping at her hair and applying a crude but effective side headlock. She then drove her fist into Marisa’s face and mouth…two, three..four times.
“Fuck yeah!” the clown yelled. “Knock all her fucking teeth out,” he said with a cold laugh.
Marisa bled even more, her face becoming a crimson mask. Rolling on top of her friend turned enemy, Amy clawed Marisa’s face and gouged at her eyes. Marisa emitted a shrill pitiful cry. She winced in pain as Amy slowly got to her feet, still wiping her bleeding mouth.
Amy pointed her long finger at Marisa as though she were scolding her. “Stay down. Just..stay down..” she weakly exclaimed. She almost fell as she once again headed for the exit.
“You’re so fucking close, Amy. Can you make it?” The bastard wearing the devil mask almost seemed to be mocking her.
Somehow Marisa mustered the strength to rush at Amy, sending a knee into her ribcage. The momentum sent Amy flying into the cage door. Grabbing her sandy blonde hair with both hands, Marisa smashed Amy’s forehead into the steel cage several times. The sound of flesh and bone on hard metal reverberated throughout the room, and Amy wailed in agony. She was cut just above her eyes.
“So close….so fucking close..” the clown laughed.
Blood now trickled down Amy’s face as she stumbled away from the door. Marisa could have probably left the cage but turned and slowly stalked after her former friend.
“Yeah, baby. Punish her some more,” the devil instructed.
Amy was now nearly as bloodied as Marisa to the sick delight of the masked kidnappers. Marisa tackled Amy from behind, and the young girls cascaded down to the floor. Their warm sweaty bodies wrestled violently. Marisa used her lean legs as cunning weapons, scissoring Amy’s midsection…tighter and tighter…
“Aaauugghhh….dammit…” Amy moaned. She mauled Marisa’s face again. She felt the warm blood on her fingers.
Marisa began choking Amy as their wet sun-kissed bodies continued to struggle in the cage. Nearly exhausted and in so much pain, yet clashing still…the dark, lurid pleasure of golden flesh on flesh. She tore off Amy’s bikini top and clawed her small breasts. Amy yanked at Marisa’s hair. She smothered Marisa with her hands as she twisted the girl’s neck.
Their captors continued to intently watch the savage physical contest play out…pitted against one another and showing no mercy whatsoever. They were out to win at all costs. How could two much sweet friends do this to one another?
Yes…summer was almost over for these two cute sexy young beach girls. This simple cage…this perfect hell.
Painfully pulling wet hair out by the root. Nails desperately trying to tear and lacerate sleek flesh. They could smell one another’s salty skin. The desire to fight spilling out of them along with their sweat and blood. Now caught up in a grueling steady frenzy beyond words. The young female bodies coiled together as one, biting faces and throats, snarling like animals. The two depraved spectator were astonished. So feral….so raw.
They stopped fighting…breathing heavily, beaten and bruised. They had torn each other to shreds. Lying in the cage, their limbs loosely draped around one another. Softy moaning…dirty, sweaty and bloody.
“Come on, bitches,” the devil bellowed.
Slowly the girls got to their feet, still trying to catch their breath in the hot cell. Sweat and blood stung their eyes, and they wiped them. Their knees wobbling, bodies trembling with pain.
Marisa felt a surge of energy and scrambled for the exit again in another frantic attempt to escape. Amy followed quickly behind and, just as Marisa reached the door, grabbed her hair and bashed her head into the steel door with a loud crash. Marisa fell to her knees, grasping the cage to keep from falling completely to the floor. Blood caked her crimson face. Amy stood upright behind her with a cruel scowl and clawed the poor girl’s face. It was obvious that Amy wanted to decimate and hurt Marisa further still. Fresh wounds were opened up. Marisa bled and screamed.
Marisa turned her head to see the soft outline of Amy’s mound through her little bikini. She struck suddenly, sending her fist into Amy’s crotch. Amy retched and staggered back, falling to her hands and knees. The girls were almost ready to pass out…heads swimming…bodies burning…
Marisa weakly stumbled toward her opponent…both of them now on their knees. A glancing blow grazed Amy’s head as both girls fell to the dirty floor again.
Amy spotted her pink bikini top lying nearby. She crawled over, picked it up and came up behind Marisa. She then used the bikini to maliciously choke Marisa. Gagging and drooling, Marisa soon passed out in Amy’s lurid grasp.
Amy released Marisa and headed for the gate and freedom. As she turned the latch, Amy looked back to make sure Marisa was still out cold. The poor battered girl looked like she was barely breathing, her hot young body beaten and covered with bruises and abrasions. Her sweet face a bloody mess. She might just die right there. Amy didn’t give a shit. She opened the door and left the cage as her two captors rose to their feet clapping.
“Good job, Amy.” The clown turned to the devil as Amy approached them. “I guess this little cunt is free to go.”
The clown said nothing. He carefully looked at Amy, studying her ravaged little body…still so fucking gorgeous. Just then, Amy lunged at the devil and tore the mask from his face to reveal her ex-boyfriend….
“C-Cole?” she gasped in shock.
Yes, she was in shock but not really surprised. She knew what a sick fucker he was. It was Cole, the one who had the affair with Marisa. The clown removed his mask. It was Cole’s best friend David.
“Jesus….so now you know.” Cole said coldly. “Hell, you had probably already figured it out.”
Amy fell to her knees and softly cried. Cole gently caressed her wet head, hair stained with her blood.
“That’s just too bad, isn’t it? Now…you’re not going anywhere, you stupid little bitch.”
