28M4F - My Pit Bull Puppy-girl.

There were two bitches snarling at each other in the pit. The larger of the pair was an African girl, with her long black hair painstakingly braided into strands. While in another life she could have been beautiful, in this life she was a monster. Her brilliantly white teeth were filed into fangs, and her lacquered nails into claws. Her ebony skin, bare for all to see, hid the torn flesh and healed scars of her relentless training, and a dozens of bloody battles fought and won. Her opponent, a slightly small girl of Latin descent, wore her shimmering black hair in a simple ponytail. Like her enemy, her teeth and nails had been filed to sharpened points, and her naked body bore the scars of a lifetime of brutality.

High above the blood stained sand and white hot floodlights, I leaned against a railing watching curiously. The Latin girl was a 4:1 underdog in the fight, and I'd placed twenty five grand on her. She may not have had the size, or two time championship experience her opponent had, but she was a couple years younger, and I'd already seen her last two fights. She was smarter. She'd play with the African girl, like a cat with a mouse, until the larger girl tired and made a mistake.

And then, suddenly, the bell clanged and a deathly silence seemed to fall over the arena. Free of their leashes, the girls rushed each other, barking and gnashing their teeth. The African girl nearly bowled over the smaller girl as she rushed her, trying to pin her on the sand. At the last second, the smaller girl pivoted, using her opponents momentum to send her flailing past her with a long deep scratch along her body. The larger girl howled in pain, turning to rush the Latin again. Once more, the smaller girl pivoted away leaving a matching scratch on the other side of her opponents body. The match dynamic changed, with each girl now swiping and scratching at the other, until the African girl recovered enough to make another charge. This time, the smaller girl feinted left as she was charged, then went right, catching the larger girls hair in her fist. She whipped her opponents head back sending her opponent askew , and pounced. In a matter of seconds, she'd managed to close her jaws on the struggling girl's throat. With a vicious tear, the fight was over. The victorious girl howled, still holding a chunk of her enemy's throat in her mouth, as the dying girl below her screamed. The Latin girl basked in the warm arterial spray from the African girl, coating her naked body in her opponent's blood, until the screams below her had faded to gurgles, and then silence.

Hi! If you've made it this far, Thanks! If you'd like to play in this fucked up world of mine, I'm looking for a new slave to purchase and break, before I retrain you as a fighting bitch. I'd like to do the training/non-fighting parts as a standard role play, with the fights as more of a one move at a time CYOA type of thing. Feel free to send me a PM with the details of your character. If you're not into that, I'm always looking for constructive criticism on my writing. Feel free to leave any helpful feedback, tips, or pointers.

I'm not sure I'll find anybody willing to play this out. That's OK. This prompt was written to see exactly how far I could push my writing. The full story will contain Violence, Blood, Gore, Snuff, Torture, Abuse, Strict Petplay, possible Toiletplay, BDSM, Master/slave relationship dynamics, Rough sex, and possible age related things. There are no limits for me, if you choose to play this out. I will try to push things well beyond the limits of most people.