10 - THE BIG FIGHT  and a pussy is whipped - and eaten

Samantha was more than right about Lisa winning, but even she didn't think that 10343 would get quite the merciless going over that Lisa gave her! She wondered, a trifle regretfully,  if there would be any more fights after that. It seemed hardly probable that any one would be so suicidal as to face her unexpectedly fearsome friend! But she need not have worried! There were plenty willing to take a shot at the incredible Lisa, with all the kudos that knocking her out  would bring them,  and one or two were to come nail-bitingly close to beating her over the next seven months. Because Lisa was never again to fight with anything like the same concentrated and incandescent fury that she did against the prisoner she only knew as 10343. She would always fight well enough to win, never lacking that vital reserve of skill, strength and pride when defeat looked likely,  to turn a match around somehow. But only one of the many women she was to face, both here and back home, before the first of four pregnancies was to end her career in the ring, ever suffered such an onslaught, so remarkable in its implacable fury, as this, her first opponent.

It started normally enough. All Lisa knew as she got into the ring was that her opponent needed a lesson in good manners and she was happy just to knock her out and leave it at that. She was still thinking about Giles Potts after very regretfully telling him to lay off his campaign to free her. Then she saw him in the front row and her heart didn't just miss the proverbial one beat! Gosh! Good old Giles! He'd made her day by staying behind, missing a few silly meetings, and seeing her show him what a truly liberated woman she was!

After this 10343, dressed in shorts and singlet, got through the ropes, but less deftly that had Lisa. And then Lisa saw the look on Giles's face. There was the purest and most venomous loathing in that usually amiable visage! Why? She had said little or nothing about her opponent, save that she had jostled and then assaulted her. These incidents happened all the time in a place like this and Giles knew that. But he clearly saw something in 10343 that made him hate her.

And then she knew! Giles had inadvertently hinted that he had discovered who the real thief was; not directly,  but she had picked up on it and saw clearly that he hated 10343 because this was the one who had dropped Lisa in this deepest of deep shit in the first place! The hatred that 10343 had for her was born of guilt - the loathing of the criminal for her victim. But Gloria's paranoid animosity against her victim Lisa was nothing when set beside Lisa's coldly merciless contempt for her. Two wasted years were about to be avenged!

"Don't mix it with her too early, Lisa!" said the hatchet-faced Rosanne. "Let her get tired first. Keep moving around and wait your chance! This is a long fight and the one with the stamina will win - if you have the sense to wait your opportunity!"

Then the guard appointed as the MC made a brief introduction in two languages.

"This is an officially permitted fight between two detainees. They are to settle a private difference in a sporting manner. We have a fight between Lisa Griffiths whom you all know by now (loud cheers) and Prisoner 10343, who may not be so familiar ( boos)"

10343 looked furious to hear herself hissed and booed, even before the fight had started. The MC continued.

"This is a contest, in which bare fists and bare feet will decide the issue. There will be an unlimited number of three minute rounds. This contest will be fought to a knockout finish. There will be no referee and no throwing in the towel however badly a fighter has been hurt. Both girls will keep fighting until one is knocked out. A refusal by either girl to stand up when she is judged capable of carrying on will be punished. May the better girl win and may they both give us all a damned good show!"

"Ave Caesar!" muttered Lisa to Rosanne as she prepared to do battle. She knew she would never back down and guessed 10343 felt the same.

"Sorry?" answered Hatchet-Face.

"Morituri te salutant!" answered Lisa. "I'll explain later, Ma’am!"
"Well - whatever! Just keep out of range as much as you can at first. Her reach is a bit longer. Let her get tired before you really get going on the close stuff. And good luck!"
And then the bell! (A gong, to be accurate!)
Lisa lost no time in opening the proceedings, landing a seriously painful punch on 10343's squat and unappealing nose, drawing blood. A cheer went up, in which Potts's roar was the loudest! If Lisa thought her opponent would be thrown by this, she was wrong and only her superb fitness enabled her to avoid a clubbing right which would have put her straight into hospital, if not the morgue, had it made contact. But she felt the draught from it as it narrowly missed her ear! Jumping back she kicked up and caught Gloria on her stomach and caused her to gasp. She heeded Rosanne's advice for the next minute and kept her distance, exchanging a few probing punches and also causing the crowd to get a bit impatient at the lack of excitement after Lisa had opened so spectacularly. The first three minute round had a minute to go when Lisa ignored Gloria's superior reach and came in close, getting a bruised eye but hammering the other girl on the body with a frenzied attack which made her retreat to draw breath. Lisa, ignoring Rosanne's advice, pressed forward and transferred her attention to the head making the air ring with three rapid-fire punches which had her opponent sagging at the knees. Then the bell.
"What did I tell you, Lisa?" asked Rosanne. "Keep out of her reach. It's too early for that kind of thing. You did well, but you can't take risks. Just one lucky punch from her and you're finished."
"Yeah! Whatever!" Then the bell went.
Once again it was Lisa who opened the proceedings and Gloria's nose started to bleed again. But this time Lisa had really enraged the odious 10343, who could hear how partisan the crowd was in Lisa's favour. She got the younger girl with a punch to the side of her face, making a red mark on her cheekbone, which was destined to become a purple swelling before the fight was over. This was the last time she did any significant damage to the furious twenty-year old in the course of a fight which would last for ten rounds yet, before Lisa finally put her detested foe out of her increasing misery.
Then the bell for then end of round two.
"You don't need my advice, do you" asked Rosanne as she sprayed cold water over her perspiring charge's pink nudity. She could see how controlled Lisa was being and at the same time how audacious.
"I need your support, Ma'am. That's why I asked you. How's it feel to be close enough to smell me and feel the heat from my body?"
"Pretty good, Lisa. You knew?"
"Is the Pope Catholic! Here we go again!"
And she got up and went straight for the jugular, sending 10343 to the floor for the first of several times before she sent her there for keeps. To her credit, Gloria fought back after that and gave Lisa a hard time for the rest of the round, but her face was unmarked at the end of it, except for the bruise which had been inflicted before. In the interval Rosanne worked on her legs, especially her thigh muscles, going up and down them hitting them quickly, crisply and expertly with the sides of her hands. Lisa could feel the energy flowing back into her as this massage continued. It was doing her a world of good and clearly Rosanne was loving it! Lisa raised her arms high and let her second get a good whiff of the ripe odour steaming from out of her hairy sweating armpits.
 Potts clearly saw the rapport between these two and made a mental note to look into this senior guard's background before he left his present post. He already had a very large pile of evidence about this case and she might be a useful addition.
Three rounds followed during which Lisa became increasingly, even contemptuously, confident and made no further effort to keep out of trouble. She sustained little damage to her head and face, but her body was becoming very red as 10343 tried to slow down her relentless, not to say demented, opponent by a series of hard and punishing punches which Rosanne was sure must be sapping her fighter's strength by their sheer power and accuracy, but Lisa seemed not to care, concentrating on reducing that hated face to a bloody mess.
After that,  what Rosanne had predicted happened and Gloria started to slow down. It was like a slaughterhouse in the ring after that as Lisa went for 10343 like a tigress. Every time she sent the other woman to the floor there was an excited roar of approval. But Lisa was nowhere near finished with her and would have played with the by now helpless Gloria all day, letting her survive round after round, just to have her there in the ring to batter again after the break,  when Rosanne told her to finish it or she would make sure Lisa paid for it!
"End it this round, Lisa! That's an order! This is not your friend talking. It's a senior guard who will make your life a misery if you disobey! Enough is enough! Get that?"
"I get it! And you're right. One day, I'll tell you all about it!"
And so Lisa got to her feet, went straight for the other girl and mercifully put 10343 to sleep. She was out for quite a long time! Soon the victor  was surrounded by a throng of women, all anxious to congratulate her. Finally she excused herself and went over to Samantha,  receiving and giving kisses as Rosanne looked on enviously. After that, she allowed Rosanne to hug her and tell her how proud she was of her fighter.
"But why were you so merciless, Lisa, when you knew you had her beaten? It wasn't like you!"
"I can't tell you how I know, but it's thanks to her that I'm here! Can't you see? She hates me because she knows she wronged me. That's how it goes, I suppose, sometimes and with some people. Most of us would have pangs of conscience but some just hate the ones they've wronged."
Rosanne looked puzzled and agreed not to pass on what Lisa had said. She  herself had thought something strange had been going on lately. Lisa asked if she might run and catch up with Mr Potts and was given permission when she gave her word that she would make no attempt to escape with him.
Potts started with surprise as Lisa, running like a deer, caught up with him and grabbed his arm.
"I showed her, didn't I?"
"You certainly did! Do you know who she is, Lisa?"
"The real thief?"
"Yes. I won't say how I knew, but I've been on to her for months. Unfortunately she is here now and it will be next to impossible to gain access to her. I'm thinking of moving on since I can do more for you. Do you mind?"
"Yes! Very much! But I agree that you should go. We've got to stop stirring things up. It's only a few more months and with Samantha and I sharing a cell and being together all day, I think it's going to be a lovely seven months! I'll have to take half a dozen floggings of course, Lord knows how many canings and fight more women, but all that is nothing and I don't want you to worry. I'm a very tough young lady after all I've been through, as I hope I just demonstrated! After I'm free, we can tell the world what we know. But until then we keep very quiet and pretend we know nothing. Bye, and thanks!"
Lisa went off to get something to eat and was told that she and Samantha could have the rest of the day to themselves. They spent the time in their cell talking about Lisa's future career, if there was one.
"I bet no one, but no one will want to face you after what you just did. And 10343 will never want to come back for more. Never."
"I fear you are wrong, Sammy. And it's back to training after today's nice rest. I'm tired. Can I just lay my head on your knee and sleep while you bathe my one and only wound?"
"Hardly a wound, Lisa! Just a lump and 10343 looks like she went through a car windscreen. You must really hate her a lot. I know she shoved you and called you filthy names and all that but so do a lot of people say things about us and you don't usually mind"
"Never mention her again, Sammy! When you and I are together, in the depths of rural Wales, I'll tell you all about it. Just rest assured that I am not usually vindictive."
Samantha bent down and kissed her angry bruise. "You'd be vindictive against whoever got you in here, though? Right, darling?"
"Right. Although I have her to thank for meeting you! I think I will forgive her now. I'll try and make it up with her tomorrow!"
But that was not to be. Gloria 10343 was in the infirmary for a week and on her first day back in the dormitory she was attacked by all dozen of her fellows, all of whom had seen how she had lacerated Lisa's back at her flogging. They had held their fire in order to let Lisa have her revenge and now it was their turn! In the morning she was too ill to work and taken back to the infirmary. There was not enough room to put all twelve in solitary, so eleven were pegged out for three days without food or water. The twelfth given eight weeks and mysteriously earned no penalties. 10343 was herself put in protective solitary confinement. When Rosanne raised the matter of her deliberate wounding of Lisa by not using the flat of the strap and by attacking her without provocation in the first place, her confinement  was later increased to strict punitive confinement on reduced rations for a total of thirty two weeks. So Lisa was never to see her again.
This was the end of any further danger to Lisa. The one witness who might reveal the truth was safely out of the way for a time and it was ultimately to be permanent. She was not as tough as Lisa and became ill shortly before her release from solitary was due and didn't get better.
Lisa had two more fights before the first of February and won both by knocking out her opponents in the third round. She was right about attracting a long line of challengers and was never to be short of opposition until she left. On the eve of her next public flogging she was handed the letter by Rosanne. With Samantha eagerly looking over her shoulder she read her fate for the next day.
"Lisa Griffiths, imprisoned for theft and former solitary inmate under continuing punishment, you will be publicly flogged at six in the morning of the First Day of February. You will be ready to be taken to the washroom at twenty five past four and outside to be inspected at four thirty. Failure to pass inspection will be punished by forty strokes of the cane. A further six will be imposed if your head is not satisfactorily shaved. After the inspection and any necessary caning you will be taken to the guard room where you will wait in a cell until five forty five, at which time you will be marched to the punishment frame and secured. You will receive forty lashes to be admistered to the back with the flat of a leather strap. The flogging is to be carried out by the senior guard. All prisoners will be lined up to watch. On completion of the flogging you will be allowed food, drink and one hour's rest in your cell with a fellow prisoner to render any necessary treatment."
"That's not too bad! Make sure you wash properly! No dirty feet! No dirty finger nails. Let's have a look! Yes, Lisa! Those feet need a good scrubbing. It should be possible to get all the dirt out, but it is ingrained a bit! But forget the head! Six is nothing! Just mind you don't get the forty!"
"Wise advice! So wise that I worked it out myself! It's to be a stubble headed Lisa tomorrow!"
But Lisa stupidly decided to do her head first. She then scrubbed the dirt out of her feet and thought she was OK. But Rosanne thought differently! She sniffed at Lisa's body  and her nose wrinkled in mock-disgust. Lisa had not remembered her armpits that morning, but Rosanne would not be genuinley disgusted becaue Lisa always smelt good to Rosanne, washed or otherwise.
"I think we forgot the body Lisa! Feet good, head good, fingernails very good. Armpits smell bad and belly button dirty! I bet the arsehole is a mite grubby too, am I right.? I won't embarrass you my probing up there but am I, or am I not, right?
"Right, Ma'am!"
"Nasty dirty Lisa! Get your arse ready to be caned! You know the fold where it joins the thigh, Lisa?"
"Yes, Ma'am" Lisa was over the trestle by now. She knew that fold only too well! A cut there hurt about ten times as much as on the buttocks proper!
Rosanne gave Lisa the promised forty. Then, just as Lisa was getting painfully upright, Rosanne pushed down again and ordered her to stay where she was. Surely she wasn't going to get any more! She was!
"I take your sloppy, not to say disgusting, appearance as a personal affront and you know I have the power to punish that, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
"I think another dozen on those sore but soon to be sorer buttocks. Then an extra special treat to teach dirty Lisa a lesson!"
Lisa thought the extra dozen was enough of a special treat, but did not doubt that what was coming after would be far worse. She concluded, ruefully,  that these monthly inspections were not going to get better. She'd better get used to loads and loads of pain every month before the floggings proper had even started!
"Now, you dirty little girl with the dirty arse and the smelly cunt! Lie on your back lengthways on the trestle. Use you arms to balance yourself and get the bum just sticking out. That's good! Now spread those legs nice and wide. There's a good girl. You've heard the expression 'pussy whipped' before?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
Lisa felt sick. Whatever she did to come up to scratch, she knew that Rosanne, that Jekyll and Hyde character, would always treat her wretched victim to the nastier side of her nature on these occasions, and so it was to be.
Rosanne stood in front of the obediently spread legged Lisa and brought the cane down as hard as she could, plumb centre onto her vagina, parting her lips, digging deep into that pink and sensitive flesh and  making her scream. Six more times Lisa felt that ghastly slicing pain and six more times she made some sort of noise. She didn't scream again but she did whimper and moan. Then it was over and she was marched to the guard-room.
"Did you enjoy that?" she hissed quietly to Rosanne on the way "Because I tell you, that's the only way you'll ever get near my cunt in future! I had intended to let you put your tongue in there on my last day as a farewell gesture of gratitude but the only way in  now will be by force! And how am I supposed to be properly clean all over and shaved in just five fucking minutes? You try it sometime! Ma'am!"
Rosanne was silent.
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Rosanne did not answer at the time, but a few days later she came to Lisa and Samantha's cell and handed over a package to both girls. She left without a word.
They unwrapped it and found it was a box containing all the sweet confectionary that Lisa had not seen in two and a half years and Samantha had never seen.
"Don't eat it all at once, poppet!" said Lisa. "It'll make us both sick. We’ll make it last. If we just have a treat now and again they'll last for weeks!"
"I wonder why she did that?" mused Samantha after they had made hasty but passionate love, fearfully eyeing the door in case of a sudden inspection.
"She wants to make amends, Sammy. Every now and then her lust for me turns to cruelty, but she always feels sorry after. I feel a bit sorry for her, being the way she is in a place full of women, none of whom she can touch except with a cane!"
"She's weird alright! But nice weird! And you must let her suck your pussy before you go. Promise me you will!"
"Won't you be jealous?"
"Very! But I think you owe her, Lisa! She's done a lot more good than harm to you. So let her enjoy one sweet taste of that magic has been mine alone to savour and will be again by Christmas!
Lisa was never given longer than five minutes to get ready for all six of her remaining pre flogging inspections and Rosanne always gave her a prolonged and ferocious caning, but never in her secret place again. In March she gave Lisa forty six strokes plus another twenty, causing the other women to mutter of mutiny when they saw her raw and bleeding buttocks. Lisa soon stopped that by signing to them not be so stupid!
In April Rosanne only gave Lisa the six strokes for not shaving properly. Instead of further damaging her rear end, she varied the rountine by making Lisa lie down with her legs straight up in the air, whereupon she caned the soles of her feet with such demented savagery that the poor girl was hobbling around for over a week. She was still having difficulty moving on her feet when her next fight came up. Despite the agony in her still badly bruised metatarsals, she kept on the move sufficiently well to keep out of the worst of the trouble her very able opponent  was giving her and finally knocked her out, but only after eleven rounds in which her face was cut and bleeding and her body a mass of abrasions and bruises. One breast had been a particular target for Sandra, the same girl Lisa had fought nearly three years before. The nipple oozed blood by the time it was all over and Lisa could not allow Samantha near her for several nights thereafter.
Both Sandra and Lisa were popular with their fellow inmates and there was equally strong and vociferous support for both fighters. Cries of "Come on Sandra! Go for that tit again!" competing with equally bloodthirsty encouragement for Lisa to perform similar acts of mayhem on Sandra. When Sandra came round, it was to see Lisa was standing anxiously over her. Although both of them had been keen for this fight and had gone all out to inflict maximum damage, they were still the best of friends.
The unauthorised use of the bastinado on Lisa nearly got Rosanne in serious trouble but Lisa refused to give evidence against her tormentor and the case against her was reluctantly dropped. The periodically sadistic senior guard was given the dressing down of her life and all future canings were only according to the prescribed tariff. All six remaining floggings up to and including the final one on the First of August were of twenty strokes only.
Apart from the first day of every remaining month Lisa was never caned again but there was one remaining horror for her to endure. She was pegged out in the sun for three days on the second of August when the temperature was forty five degrees by day and thirty five by night with but one glass of water per day. She was so ill after this that for the rest of the week  she was excused all duties. The guard who had sanctioned this punishment was dismissed when Rosanne, who had been on her annual week's leave at the time, returned and heard about it. Whether she was genuinely shocked or no, Lisa could not decide. She suspected that Rosanne was angry at not having thought of this new way of inflicting pain on Lisa herself!
On the eve of Lisa's release Rosanne came up to the shared cell to say her farewells. Samantha slipped out, saying she would only return when Rosanne gave the word.
"Well, Lisa! I'm glad you're finally going home, but I will miss you! How long will you grow your hair now you won't have to shave again?"
"Very long! But if I meet up with Samantha again. I'll have it whatever length she tells me to cut it! I'll even shave it off if that's what she wants! I think she likes the masculine side of me, somehow. That's why she always egged me on to keep fighting week after bruising week! But you forget! I have still tomorrow morning to serve. I will shave my head in the morning for the last time and Samantha can help! And now, Ma'am - I will open my young and shapely legs and you can eat my pussy!"
Rosanne was about to do as she was invited and her head came to within an inch of the delights she had been thinking of for so long!
"No, Lisa! It's against the rules! I can't betray a lifetime of discipline - of keeping my hands off girls I hunger for. I can't!"
"Yes you can. Just this once! We're special, the two of us! It's my goodbye gift. Please don't turn it down! Look at it smiling at you and asking you to drink long and deep of its succulence. Look, Rosanne! It's dripping wet with desire. Take it! Take it!"
Rosanne accepted Lisa's goodbye gift and was to dream about it for the rest of her life.
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Potts's successor was waiting to drive Lisa to the airport. He had been a couple of times to visit her and was used by now to her shaven head. This was the first time he had seen her dressed, however! He sensed that she was not easy after so long in the nude. He looked  sympathetically at her shod feet.
"Best slip those off, dear! They can't possibly fit after all this time. I'll get you a pair of flip flops before we go to get the plane."
She complied gratefully and scratched. These clothes itched like the very devil and she longed to tear them off. But the time of nudity was over now and she must get to like freedom. She already longed for Samantha, though, and their last marathon kiss had been only an hour ago! Summers, Potts's successor guessed at her state of mind.
"If I drove you back there and you were told you had five more years to serve, you'd be glad. Am I right?"
"Yes. I'd willingly go back, floggings, canings, solitary confinement, stupid rules, having to say Ma'am to apes I despise - the lot! I'd go back like a shot, because I'd also be going back to the one I love, and if she was in for life then I would want life too, as long as I could be with her! But she'll be out in a month or two and I'll get used to normality and find a nice place for her to come to and get herself better (because she has had so much more to recover from than I). I shall nurse her mind back to health and that won't be possible in that place."
"Potts thought a lot of you, Miss Griffiths. He even wrote a poem about you. Terrible stuff! I won't embarrass him by showing it to you, but if you put your hand in the glove compartment you'll find a large buff envelope. Take a look inside!"
She did as she was told and took out a piece of foolscap. It was a drawing of her! Bald head and all!
"It's very good! I think he flatters me a bit, though! What do you think, Mr Summers?"
He laughed and said "I think it's a great likeness. You are every bit as lovely in real life. Lovelier, even!"
"You only say that because it's true!"
And they both laughed together.
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