1. Predator and Prey


    Date: 12/13/2014, Categories: Fiction, Fisting, Lesbian, Author: FemaleFightLover, Rating: 45.5, Source: sexstories.com

    I'm an independent woman who had a bad childhood. My Mom didn't handle my dad's death very well. First she turned to drugs and then to a boyfriend who controlled and exploited her. When I got a little older he exploited us both, if you know what I mean. By that time Mom was so far gone that I don't think she even noticed. I learned from my Mom's weakness and decided to become a Predator, not a victim. On my tenth birthday, the bikers introduced me to mud wrestling in a pit dug out on a nearby ranch during one of their drunken parties. I beat another biker's petite 15 year old runaway girlfriend in that match. After that they introduced me to many other types of combat from nude boxing and kickboxing to topless ring wrestling – even some sex fighting. They teamed me up with my Mother for some matches, but she wasn't much help. She'd never learned how to fight (or stand up for herself) and the drugs weren't making things any better. I mostly had to either rescue her or fight at a handicap while she stayed in our corner. Worse, in her substance abuse haze she frequently ended up distracting the referee so our opponents could cheat without getting caught. The bikers loved it all and made a lot of money off of my fights. When I was 14 the bikers started renting me out for “session wrestling” which usually included sexual favors for both men and women. Of course, they never paid me more than $20 for a match. Even so, I managed to stash away over six thousand dollars without them ...
    knowing about it. My Mom OD'd just after I turned 15. After that, one of the bikers claimed me as his girlfriend. With Mom gone, things got even worse. The bikers started to put me in more violent matches. I decided to get out before I got seriously hurt or killed, so at 16 I made my escape. I threw my clothes and other belongings in a duffel bag and small backpack and stashed them out of sight. I waited until he was a couple of hours into what looked to be an all-weekend drinking and drug binge, then told my “boyfriend” that I was going to town to buy a new wrestling outfit. I retrieved my belongings and went into town. I timed it perfectly. I was on the bus and away within minutes. I made several transportation and direction changes to avoid being traced. Then I caught a final bus to my destination, Texas . I used the money I'd stashed to get set up in Texas and purchase a good fake ID that said I was 21. The name belonged to one of the other biker girls who had been killed by her “boyfriend” the previous year. I worked for two years in a topless “Gentlemen's Club” in Texas that also featured foxy kick boxing and oil wrestling. I made a lot of money at the club and frequently got hired for private matches and parties, but I never crossed the line into prostitution. I put on a great show, but all they got for their money was wrestling and a good look at my body. I don't put myself down for what the bikers made me do, but I'm on my own now so I'm responsible for my own actions. ...
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