The Little Fight Club
By jd




Part 1

Lisa was upset with Stacey. Stacey wasn't talking, she simply wouldn't tell her where she found it. She said, "I promised not to talk about where it came from." All she would reveal was that it was hers "legally" and that only she knew how to use it.

Stacey was a relatively small woman, 5' 6" and somewhat mousy looking. She had very long brown hair that ran straight down to the middle of her back, and a somewhat long face with a sharp nose. She generally wore blue jeans and sleeveless blouses as well as oversized rimless spectacles. There was really nothing that made her stand out, that is until she smiled. When she smiled it was a whole body smile and she would go from almost unnoticeable to downright pretty. The other feature people were attracted to was her laugh, something she had done little of in the last four years.

Lisa, by contrast, was a stunning blond on a 5' 10" frame, with short-cropped hair, and a bustline that could hardly be contained by off the shelf bras. She was well known for her acidic tongue and her ability to apply her wit to any situation. But right now she wanted something, she wanted to know where Stacey found it, it was amazing.

It was shaped oddly, like a TV Remote that would be uncomfortable in your hand, and it had some of the strangest writing she had ever seen on it. When Stacey passed her fingers over portions of it the writing seemed to rise up as if made of liquid that was being attracted to a magnet. But it was what it did to things was the amazing part.

"Now watch, I'm going to set it for half size and point at the sofa," Stacey told her, then suddenly, without any warning, the sofa was exactly 1/2 its original size and weight. "Can you imagine what this will be like when we move out and everything will fit in one box?"

"Yeah, no mover fees," Lisa added. The two had been roommates for over two years and their lease was up before the end of the month. They had found a house to rent on the outskirts of town and were currently in the process of moving. That job just got simpler.

Two weeks later they were in their new location having moved their entire ensemble with just one box. And now that they were in a house, not a dinky apartment, a house with a full basement, storage space and room in the house was no problem. But of course now the extra room wasn't as vital as it was before. Seeing little or no use, outside of novelty, for their "item" life went back to normal and the "item" was forgotten for several months until the dog attacked Lisa.

She was working in the garden in the front yard when the dog attacked her. Stacey was in the den when she heard a commotion outside. She ran out the front door and saw Lisa on her back trying to fend off the teeth and claws; she was fighting a losing battle. Without hesitation she ran back into the den and got her device. She set it for 1/8th and aimed it at the dog. The result shocked them both.

There lay Lisa on the grass with a living, breathing, barking miniature rottweiler on her chest. Lisa quickly scooped the dog up and threw it against the garage. It hit with a splat and fell to the ground dead. Stacey ran over to her roommate and knelt by her. "Are you okay?" she asked her friend.

"Yeah, a little banged up, but I don't think he did anything permanent." She answered.

Stacey hugged her friend then said, "Did you see that, Lisa?" she asked. "The dog was still alive."

"Yeah, well not for long. I gave that dirty son of a bitch what it deserved." Lisa answered. "Did you see the way it went splat on the garage wall?" She started shaking and laughing.

"Lisa, don't you realize what just happened?" Stacey asked. "If we can shrink something living, and it stays alive, do you have any idea of the things that we can do?"

"Sell discount tickets to Hawaii in our carry-on luggage?" Lisa said as she headed into the house for the medicine cabinet.

"No!" Stacey answered. "Find Bill Allen and his lawyer, that's what!" Lisa stopped in her tracks. She turned to look at Stacey. She finally broke into a smile and went over and hugged her friend again.

"Oh Stacey, I thought there was no fight left in you. I'm so happy to hear you say that." Lisa told her.

Two years before Lisa moved in with her, Stacey had gone through the lowest period of her life. She had met Bill Allen at a friend's party. They had gotten on during the evening, and then he offered to take her home. She never made it home. Bill had taken her to his home, and proceeded to rape her that night, and what dignity he didn't take from her his lawyer and the courts finished up on. And now, for the first time in her life, she saw a risk free way to get even. She understood the system now, and she knew any move she made against him would be immediately penalized. But with this, he would just suddenly disappear without a trace, and there would be no evidence linking her with the disappearance.

***

Crystal's was the upscale nightclub in town and Bill Allen never missed an opportunity to be seen there. He was the golden boy of the financial district, a mutual fund manager, and he enjoyed the perks of his position. There was that one incident with that twit he met at a party one time, but everything there had turned out all right. His attorney, Max Caulfield knew his way around city hall and had made all the right arrangements. So Bill never even had a hiccup in his career path.

What did the stupid bimbo expect anyway? Did she think he was looking for stimulating conversation with a woman? Anyway that was in the past, and Bill was looking forward because a large out of town firm had just noticed him. Bill was moving up and out and this small franchise second rate city he was in was going to be in the past too. Of all the people he knew the only one he wished he could take with him was Max. Max had taught him that everything was really window dressing. Real work was done with oil and grease. Green oil and grease. And the more you applied the more you made.

Bill Allen stood 6' even, he was well toned because he worked out every day. He had a dark complexion that revealed the Italian side of his background and he kept his black hair short and blow dried to perfection. Bill was the right guy in the right place at the right time. He had the right look; double-breasted Armanni suits. He had the right education, an MBA from Princeton. He had the right car, a red Corvette with a license plate reading FUNOMNL. And he was moving on the right career path. Everything was going right for Bill; it's just that he was starting to become fed up with the same-old same-old at Crystal's. That's when the blond sat down next to him.

What caught his attention about her was that he had never seen her before, anywhere. She was average height, but with an athletic build, and shoulder length blond hair. She had piercing green eyes and she must have been at least a 38-D. She paid him no mind and ordered a Sunrise. When he spoke to her she looked him over with a do-I-know-you look on her face. When she came to the conclusion she didn't, she returned her attention to the bartender.

"I said you're new here," Bill repeated, "aren't you?"

She looked back at him and said, "No, I'm old here. I just haven't been in this place before."

"Clever girl," he answered. "I'm Bill Allen, perhaps you've heard of me." He said.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't." She looked back at him with a sarcastic smile. "Should I have?"

"Well, if you're up on the financial news around here you should have. You see I'm one of the top mutual fund managers in the country right now." He told her. "I mean your talking to one of the movers and shakers right now. Like a major player."

"Really," she exclaimed, "I guess there would be room for all that in your head, I mean it is big enough." She then added "But it does surprise me that there is any room left with all that ego in there"

"If that's everything I'll be going now." She said then walked over to a table and sat down.

Lisa had a formula for finding the kind of men she liked to be with. If you pushed them off and they respected your wishes, but didn't make snide comments to their friends, she would seek them out two or three nights later making an excuse about headache, or bad day at work, or something. These men usually were the type that would bend over backwards to provide her a good time, and pay attention to what she enjoyed. If on the other hand they were like Bill Allen, the fastest way to put them on the hunt was to push them out to arm's length. She knew that he couldn't resist the bait she had just laid, it was just a matter of time.

Bill Allen was fuming. He wouldn't take that from anyone he was doing business with, and he damn well wasn't taking that from some bimbo. He walked over to the table where she was sitting and sat down to join her.

"I can see that you're not easily impressed." He said "I like that in a girl. It tells me that you are an independent thinker, not one to run with the pack. In business I look for people like that all the time. And when I find one, I don't let go."

"So you're telling me that you won't be leaving me alone tonight. Is that it?" she asked.

"Are you kidding?" He said. "When you find gold, you don't just drop it and go look for something else. You grab it and hold on with everything you've got, and make sure that nobody else gets it from you." He continued. "You're unique, and I want to keep my eye on you." He knew it wouldn't take much more of that kind of BS to get her to open to him. Just the right mixture of flattery without sounding too patronizing and she'd go anywhere he asked her to tonight.

Lisa was trying her best not to throw her drink into his face. It was clear that he was pulling out all the stops to flatter her with this independent, unique, made of gold nonsense. She hoped they could get out into the parking lot before too long so she wouldn't have to endure this stream of rubbish too much more. She called for a playful smile and said, "Are you saying I'm a golden-girl, Bill?"

"Yes I am. Most of the girls here are just carbon copies of each other. On the inside, only the packaging is different. You on the other hand are genuinely different. I make my living by finding the truly different and profiting by that discovery. And I can tell that there is a lot to profit from by being with you." He told her.

Bill was pleased with himself. He managed to turn this one around in less than 20 minutes. This may be a record for him. Needles to say that thanks to his expertise at dealing with the difficult girls, she was ready to head out with him in under an hour. She'd learn a thing or two tonight. They were in the parking lot headed for where she said her van was parked when Bill saw a woman he thought he recognized. At that same time the ditz he was walking with dove to the side and rolled on the ground. Suddenly everything went black, just as quickly the view changed and as far as he could tell he was somewhere else entirely.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a vehicle headed for him, before he could get out of the way he felt it hit him. He was nearly stunned from the impact, he must have been, instead of falling to the ground he felt himself being lifted while inside what felt like a rolled up mattress. The next thing he knew he was looking into the face of a woman of tremendous size. She must have been 50 to 100 feet tall. It was at this point that he decided he must be unconscious. This had to be a delirium, it couldn't possibly be real. He was sure he felt himself being placed into a box and then being transported someplace. He didn't care anymore; this was all just some kind of a dream. As long as he was dreaming he knew he would be waking sometime soon in a hospital. He was certain that the twit was the type to call an ambulance right away.

"So, what are you going to do with him now that you have him?" Lisa asked as she got into the car.

"I'll figure something out." Stacey answered. "Right now having him is enough."

When they arrived at the house, they both went down into the basement and moved bill into the birdcage they had purchased earlier just for this occasion. Bill, once he was placed in the cage, simply went over to one corner and sat down.

"Don't you want to know where you are?" Stacey asked him.

"I already know where I am." He answered. "I'm lying in a hospital bed, in some sort of coma, I was hit by a car."

Stacey began to laugh. "Sorry to break this to you little man, but this is no hospital bed, and you aren't going to wake up anywhere else. You are awake, and this is quite real. This is as real as it gets. And I guess I'll just have to let you stay here a while and get used to the idea. But you don't have to believe me, just believe your stomach when it gets empty you'll realize soon enough this is for real."

Bill ignored her and tried to make himself comfortable in the cage. There was no way he wasn't suffering some sort of delirium, or bad dream. He would just settle down until he woke up in the hospital. He shook his head as the two giant women turned out the light and headed up the stairs.

Stacey sat on the sofa and Lisa sat across from her in the loveseat. For a few minutes all they could do is to stare at one another. Lisa finally spoke, "Well, we did it, we captured Bill Allen. How does it feel to be the proud owner of a man?"

"I don't know." Stacey answered. "I'm still trying to catch up with the idea right now. That creep put me through hell, and now that I have him, I want his lawyer too." The look in her eyes and the determination in her voice let Lisa know that there was nothing that would stand between her and fulfilling that goal. For her part Lisa would willingly help.

"What are we going to do with them once we have them, keep them in the cage as pets?"

"Maybe, I just don't know yet. You know it's funny, revenge was so easy when it wasn't possible, now that it's real everything is so different." Stacey leaned back. She produced a pack of Salems pulled one out and lit it. Lisa excused herself from the room and went into her bedroom to lay down. As Stacey smoked she pulled the berets from her hair and let it tumble down past her shoulders. She then leaned back in the chair and tried to relax as she finished her cigarette. A half-hour and three cigarettes later she finally stopped shaking.

***

Taking the lawyer was much easier. His routine had him going to a certain office once a week to do pro-bono work in one of the rougher sections of town. He did this not out of any charitable urgings on his part, but because it was good for his image, and his friends at city hall had explained that he would need this in his background for any chance at a political future. As he left the office and went into the parking garage, Stacey and Lisa moved in and made their catch. One hour later he was in the cage with Bill Allen arguing over the reality of the situation. The two girls went upstairs and left them to their reunion.

Max was in bad shape. They didn't use a box for him; they simply dropped him into Stacey's purse and headed home. By the time they pulled him out he looked like he had been on the loosing end of a rumble.

After the women left he looked over at his companion. He immediately recognized him as his client Bill Allen. "Bill, what's going on here. You've been missing for some time, have you been here the whole time?"

Bill looked at his lawyer and said, "I'm sorry, I'm trying to wake up right now, and participating in a delirium is no way to escape it. This isn't real, I know it's a dream or something."

He looked at Bill somewhat incredulously and said, "Look Bill, I'm sorry to break it to you this way, but I think that this is real."

"No it isn't, I was hit by a car or something, and I'm lying in a hospital bed just waiting to wake up. You're part of my dream. It has to be a dream."

"You're not in a hospital Bill. You disappeared two days ago. The police came to see me and ask about you. Right now you are a missing person, and I suppose I am too now." Max looked him in the eye. "Bill, this is real, and we're in real trouble."

"No way, this can not possibly be real." Bill replied.

"Bill, that doesn't matter," Max replied, "whether it's real or not, we're going to have to operate on the assumption that this is real if we're going to get out of this. Now buck up and pay attention. Max leveled a stern look at Bill, "Did you recognize that one girl?"

"Yeah, the bitch that claimed I raped her." Bill answered.

"No Bill, the bitch that you did rape. I'm your attorney, don't lie to your attorney. We both know that you did in fact rape her. And she knows it too. So we can assume that this has something to do with that. Can we start there Bill?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Good, so we can also assume that bribes aren't going to work here"

"Then what do they want?"

"I'd say revenge, Bill. But that's just a guess. I don't think it's a coincidence that we're both in here. It's just a question of how much does she know that will determine how much time we have. If she only knows you and me I'd say we're gonna get it pretty soon. Otherwise were going to have some company before they start anything." They never really relaxed that evening, but sleep managed to overcome them just the same.

***

The next morning Stacey and Lisa came down to visit their new pets. Stacey ordered them both to strip naked. She then had them hand their clothes out to her. She handed each a pair of Speedo's briefs and instructed them to put them on. She then removed Max from the cage and took him upstairs. Ten minutes and a couple of thumps later, she had a list of everyone involved in accepting the bribes in her case.

"There was the judge, Edward Stevenson; the prosecutor, David Lenske; and the investigating officer, Robert Philips." He told her between gasps for air. "They each accepted $5,000.00 to tank your case." Seeing the look on her face Max for the first time became genuinely terrified.

She could barely contain herself, but she managed to take Max back to the cage in the basement. When she returned upstairs, she sat in the loveseat and lit a cigarette. Lisa could see how visibly shaken she was. "I trusted those bastards." She said. "I didn't even want to prosecute, they convinced me to go ahead with it. I'll never forget their speeches about all the other women out there depending on me, how I'd be letting them down if I dropped the case, how he'd be laughing at me if I were to crawl into a corner and hide." She took a drag and blew the smoke at the ceiling.

"Now I find the DA sold me out. I wonder if that was the plan all along. If I don't prosecute, they don't get their fuckin' money. And he was laughing all the harder, and they were all laughing with him at the foolish girl and her case that was lost before it started." She looked at Lisa. "Come on, we're going hunting."

They spent the next two days determining where and when they could take out each of their targets. Stacey was angry, but she was not going to allow her anger to make her do something stupid. That would stop her from getting what she was after. She waited four years; she could wait another day or two. She told Lisa, "We have to be careful, the police will start to put two and two together. So I want to pick up a couple of extra men just for a smokescreen. We can keep them in a separate location until we're done, then drug them and resize them on a beach somewhere and make it look like a party that got out of hand."

"I don't know," Lisa began. "Maybe we should just keep the extras as pets or something. They'll be able to identify us you know."

"But if the beach is in New Jersey nobody's going to believe them." Stacey replied.

"Who should we grab then?" Lisa asked her.

"Anybody, we should concentrate on the lowlifes downtown though. But if we can't make that work we'll just snatch them at random when no one can see, hopefully, with a spate of disappearances nobody will note that five of them were involved in my rape case four years ago." She said.

Their first lowlife victims were easy to attract. Ricardo Siera a.k.a. Switchblade Ricky and Carl 'The Skinhead' Swartz. The pair had been watching the women as they walked through their district. A couple of dames dis'ing their territory. Long green or pussy, they were gonna' pay the toll. Carl would step out in front of them and distract them while Switchblade would close in from behind and they would own the two bitches. It went like clockwork until the dark haired bitch did something and the whole world fell apart. The next thing they knew the bitches were 50 ft tall and putting them in a box.

That evening they were in the high rent district.

...Judge Stevenson didn't appreciate the page. He was having dinner with his wife this evening and he didn't want to be interrupted. He recognized the number as Max Caulfield's however and excused himself to go and call him back. He explained to his wife that Max was one of the first of the Men in town to go missing, and this might be important. He never returned.

...A group from the East Side failed to show up for a buy with an undercover officer the next day. When he determined that all four had disappeared without a trace he began to wonder if there was a turf war brewing.

...Assistant District Attorney David Lenske had a fondness for the ponies. In fact some people wanted to call it an obsession. His ex-wife called it an addiction. When she tired of cleaning up his messes and keeping him out of trouble, she finally left him. She would call that the best move of her life. She wasn't surprised when the police talked with her about his disappearance, it seems his car was found in the parking lot at the track. It had been there for several days.

...The official report read that detective Robert Phillips disappeared while investigating the death of a small time pimp who was found in a dumpster behind a pawnshop. Detective Michael Harrison of IAD believed that he was taking advantage of all these resent vanishings to make his escape. He had to know they were on to him, and that attorney Caulfield too. Who knew, these two may even be behind all the disappearances. It looked like 24 to 30 in all.

Stacey and Lisa were ecstatic. They were watching the news about all of the mysterious disappearances, at the same time they were a little nervous. When the reporter mentioned, however, a leak that two of the people involved were under investigation for racketeering, and that some of the others who had disappeared may also be involved they became excited. This was an unbelievable break. They could take their time now and determine just what they would do with their little menagerie.



Part 2

Lisa was watching the television in her room after dinner when she saw the report. It instantly caught her imagination. Even as she watched the idea grew within her mind. When the report finished she bounded into the living room to tell Stacey her idea.

"Have you ever seen a cock-fight?" She asked Stacey.

"I think I've seen something about it, happens in Mexico or something like that, really crowded and a lot of people bet money. What about it?"

"What if we were to set up a little cock-fight ring in the basement and let our little guys fight it out for our entertainment?" Lisa was almost giggling with excitement. "We could invite some friends to come over, give each of them some of the little men, and have a big competition. Let the little bastards fight it out while we bet on the outcome."

"I'm not sure. I was planning on letting the others go. And who could we invite anyway?" She shook her head. "If we did this there would be no way out."

"I don't think there is any way out now." Lisa shrugged. "At least this way we can have some fun in the process." She continued, "And you know we have several friends who would love nothing more than to watch those little creeps downstairs kill each other. Hell, I'd like to do a couple in myself just for the fun of it. How do you think Anna and Dianne, and maybe even Kerri would feel about it."

"Where would we get the stuff to make a ring and all that?"

"Fool, we don't have to make a ring. There is a gym downtown where boxers train, we'll take their ring. And we'll take their training equipment as well." Lisa answered.

"But that's stealing, what if we get caught?"

"Then they'll add that charge to kidnapping." Lisa answered.

"When should we do all this?"

"We'll hold the fight Saturday night, we'll start collecting the stuff for it tonight." Lisa answered.

For a first time burglary it went quite well. The went up to the back door of the gym, reduced the door to 1/10th its size then went in and reduced the interior to 1/100th size. Placed the entire interior of the gym on a 3X5-index card, then into a jewelry box. Before leaving they returned the door to full size and there was no evidence that they were ever there. The newspapers had a field day with the story the next day.

In the basement they expanded the gym interior to 1/12th size, to match their captives, and then went over to talk with their charges. Stacey looked at the group in the birdcage and said, "Hello gentlemen, how are you enjoying your accommodations?"

They all began complaining and exclaiming at her at once. She laughed and smiled then said, "Too bad, because I really don't care. I guess you're wondering why you've been brought here. As you can see we've spared no expense in setting up a facility for you, we have weight training, and we have punching bags, and we even have a ring."

Judge Stevenson spoke up to her saying, "Young lady, you have no right to do this to human beings. How you shrank us I'll never know, but the way you are treating us, no clothing, feeding us dog food, and imprisoning us in this cage. These are serious crimes you are committing, I demand that you to stop this nonsense at once and release us."

"I have just as much right to do this as you had to take Mr. Lawyer Boy's money and tank my trial, which is none." She said to him, "But what I do have is the ability to do this, as you did, and there isn't a damn thing in this world you can do to stop me. Now unless you want to discover what it feels like to hit that wall over there after I throw you, you'd better shut up and listen to what I have to say."

"Now then, are there any other grievances before we continue?" She asked.

"Good. What we have here is a little game that Lisa and I have devised, we call it Justice Delayed. You five get to be involved in the administration of justice that is four years overdue. Now tonight some of our friends are coming over, and were going to split you up into teams. You will then go into the ring one-on-one and fistfight. We'll track the winners and the losers. Needless to say, the winners are going to like what happens after the fights better than the losers do. So you other fellows down there in the box may want to start preparing for tonight. You five in the cage can stay there."

The little men began working out on the equipment, most of them out of boredom. They were all tired of being captive in the shoebox they had been put in. Stacey noted that one of the fellows simply sat in a corner of the box. He looked no older than 18 years old. She remembered him now, he had bumped into them on the sidewalk and spoke sharply at Lisa. She zapped him immediately and placed him in her jacket pocket. He appeared to have sat in the corner of the box feeling sorry for himself since being placed in there.

Switchblade Ricky and Carlos were as angry as ever. They were telling the others what they were going to do to those bitches when they got theiron them. "I ain't figitin' for no bitch tonight. They goin' to find out what it mean to cross the Switchblade." He said. "No bitch tells the Switchblade what to do."

"Are you crazy?" Arno Kempke looked at him. He knew the Switchblade from the street. "Just look at them. They could step on you and flatten you like a steamroller. They could throw you at a wall and splatter you like a ripe melon. Man, pick your fights right. Takin' them on is a no win situation. Just do what they say and make sure they don't get pissed."

"No way man. I ain't takin' no shit offa no bitch." The Switchblade answered.

"Look, use your head." Arno spat back at him. "She's pissed at the five up there in the cage. Not us. Don't make her pissed at us. Maybe we can get out of this if you'll think with your head and not with your dick."

"Get the fuck outa' my face or I'll cut you man. Switchblade picks his own way. Nobody tells the Switchblade what to do."

Carl finally stepped in and moved Ricky away from Arno. "Man, he ain't the enemy. Those bitches are. We may need him later if we're gonna' get those bitches. You can cut him all you want when we're outta' this. Okay man?"

Ricky nodded and went with Carl over to a Nautilus Machine. For the rest of the afternoon Arno and Ricky worked out, but neither turned his back on the other.



Part 3

Stacey and Lisa invited their friends to be over at eight. At seven thirty Anna drove up. She was driving her 1992 Porsche 928, Silver with black trim and interior. On the rear window was a sticker written in Gothic English reading 'Your College Sucks'. Anna was smartly dressed in a dress blouse and jacket looking ready for business. She was a CPA and had been friends with Stacey since high school. She stood 5' 9, had short black hair, and her features betrayed her Native American heritage, she was one half Sioux. "I wanted to get here early, It's been so long since you've come up for air." She hugged Stacey, "I'm so glad to see you."

They went into the living room to sit down. "What's the surprise you were talking about?" She asked.

"Not until everybody's here." She answered. "Lisa, you know Anna don't you."

"No, we've never met. I haven't met Dianne or Jordan either. The only one I've met is Kerri." Lisa called back. She presented herself in the living room to be introduced to Anna and took an instant liking to her. They were chatting and laughing when they heard the motorcycle pull up.

It was a 1981 Harley Super Glide. It was Black and Chrome, not a scratch on it. On the gas tank there was a sticker that read 'Is there life after death? Touch this bike and find out!' The rider was dressed in Black leather from head to foot, with a black helmet and smoke facemask. When the helmet came off bright red hair tumbled down past her shoulders.

The rider's athletic frame measured 5' 11" as she walked into the house. There was no mistaking the Irish heritage when you looked into her face. And there was no mistaking her Texan heritage when she spoke. "Stacey, thank you for inviting me. I was beginning to think I went too far the last time we talked."

Stacey hugged her friend Kerri with tears in her eyes, "No Kerri, you didn't." She leaned back and with her hands on Kerri's shoulders she said, "We need to talk. But you need to get out of that armor first."

Under the leathers she was wearing a white top with a low cut V-neck line, with black slacks and black cross trainers. She was also sporting a black fanny pack instead of a purse. They entered the living room and sat down. Kerri pulled out a pack of Marlboro's and a polished chrome Zippo lighter. She drew a cigarette out of the pack and snapped the lighter open and had it flaming in one motion. After lighting her cigarette, she offered the flame to Stacey who had produced her own cigarette. Another flick of her wrist and the lighter closed with a metallic ping. They sat back relaxing while they smoked.

"I haven't been a very good friend Kerri, I'm sorry. I should have called you sooner."

"No, Stacey, it was my fault. I went too far. I shouldn't have pushed you like that. I know what those bastards put you through, they put me through almost the same, and it just doesn't sit well with me that they got away with it." Kerri answered. "If you don't want me to do anything to them I shouldn't get angry with you for that. But you know how I can be when I get my Irish up."

"It's not that Kerri, I just want you to know that for me, the offer was enough. Just to know that you were there for me, that's all I really needed from you." She looked her in the eye. "They buy and sell people like us all the time, I couldn't live with the thought of what they might have done to you if you'd been caught."

"I know that Stace, we've been friends for a long time, ever since high school when you were a Sosch and I was a Rumbler. And you never looked down your nose at me. And you never forgot me while you were away at college either. How could I ever desert you?"

Dianne and Jordan entering the house interrupted them. Lisa and Anna handled the greetings as Kerri and Stacey stood up. Lisa pointed to the living room and said, "The smoking section is over there, and the non-smokers are over here in the den."

Stacey put out her cigarette and said, "Since everybody's here, we can go downstairs."

"But before we go downstairs, I must warn you, what you are about to see is real." She paused for effect. "I'm serious, this is the real thing. Don't ask me how I did it, just accept that I did. And ladies, tonight marks a change in the course of events in each of our lives. I want to welcome you to what we call The New Cock Fights." Then she led them down the stairs.

Nobody said a word for almost two minutes; they stared in disbelief at what they saw. A miniature gym with miniature men working out was in the center of the basement, next to it a boxing ring with four men sparing, and a weight training area with several men working out as well. All to perfect scale, and all were operating as if real. Slowly it began to seep in to each of the women's minds that it was real.

Kerri was the first to speak, "Stacey, those five in the cage, are they really who I think they are?"

"Yes they are, Kerri meet Bill Allen, his lawyer, and the three fellows his lawyer bribed to make sure Bill would never be convicted of raping me."

As Kerri looked in she recognized Bill, and she also recognized Deputy District Attorney David Lenske. The self-righteous son-of-a-bitch she thought to her self. "You know Stacey, I think I'm gonna like this." She smiled at her friend of many years. "I think I'm gonna really like this. Can I have that one; the Prosecutor, I want him. There is a lot I'd like to talk to him about."

Stacey reached into the cage and pulled David Lenske out, then handed him over to Kerri. "You'll get a couple of others as well," she handed Kerri a box to put him in, "but somehow I just know that you're going to treat him special, aren't you dear."

Kerri smiled as she took possession of David Lenske. She brought the former prosecutor up to her face and said, "Don't even think of making a deal, your ass belongs to me now, and you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do." She was remembering a time when he had used those very words with her. A time when her only crime was knowing somebody that Mr. Lenske wanted to make an example of. That and the naiveté of not understanding the way things worked downtown. A time when she thought that the laws meant something. A seething anger was beginning to burn within her now as she learned that he, too, accepted a bribe to take a dive in her friend's case.

David Lenske knew genuine fear at that moment. He knew that line. It was his favorite. He'd used that line on so many women whenever he had the leverage to get their cooperation. And he knew there was no question that at some point in time he'd leaned on this woman too, and now she was ready to get her own back.

Lisa walked over with three others and put them in Kerri's box. "The young one is Daniel, the other two are Ricardo and Jim." She told her. "Ricardo and Jim like to use knives and take money from ladies walking down the street, Daniel is just plain rude. Although lately Daniel just feels sorry for himself. I thought they might benefit from being with you."

"Thank you" she said as she walked over to the area with her name attached to it. Stacey and Lisa had set up little training areas for each team and placed nametags for each of their friends to get set for the night's activities. Kerri began by setting her four men in the area and asking them to show her what they had. Ricardo and Jim immediately sat down. Daniel went right to work on the weight equipment but couldn't take his eyes off of Kerri. Even at his size she could tell what was on his mind through the speedos. Mr. Lenske stood still not really knowing what to do.

Switchblade Ricky looked at his companion, Jim. "I ain't' doin' nothin' for 'dis bitch." He said. "We rolled bitches like 'dis for quarters in LA man, no way I'm doin' what she say." He pulled a blade that he managed to hide from Lisa out of his speedos and snapped it. He looked at the redhead and began to shout.

"Hey, you, bitch." He yelled. "Yeah you. My name ain't' Ricardo, it's Switchblade Ricky, see. And if you want to find out why, just you try to pick me up again." He spat in her direction. "I ain't' doin' nothin' you say bitch. I don' belong to no bitches, bitches belong to me."

As Kerri reached for him he lunged and stuck her finger with his blade. Kerri jerked her hand back feeling a pinprick at the end of her finger. She saw the blade in the hand of her defiant little man. She looked at her group and said, "I want you all to pay close attention to little Ricky here, he has something important to teach you." She reached down quickly and snatched him up in her right hand. With her left she pinched his knife hand to a pulp and the knife fell to the table.

"You little shit," She told him, "that hurt." Ricky was screaming from the pain in his wrist when she spoke. When he looked at her he realized he had made the last mistake of his life. Kerri brought Ricky up to eye level and began to squeeze. The pain was immediate, he wanted to scream, but there was no air in his lungs to power a scream. A sudden panic seized him and he began to beat at her tremendous finger wrapped around his chest. He felt his ribs begin to snap, almost as if one at a time. He could feel the blood welling up within his mouth, and the pressure building within his belly.

Kerri for her part had simply begun a steady increase of pressure upon Ricky's tiny body. She felt his flailing at her finger just before the ribs began to break. She could feel the tiny snaps in her palm and fingers. Just as he flailed his last, his belly popped open and spewed out blood and entrails between two of her fingers. She saw the life flowing out of his mouth as well. Blood and other gore dripped from her hand onto the table. She took Ricky's now lifeless body over to the commode dropped him in and flushed. She washed her hands, then brought a wet washcloth over and wiped up the table. After putting the washcloth away she returned.

"Now then, is there anyone else who doesn't want to cooperate with me tonight?" She asked her remaining men. They stared at her in abject terror.

The rest of the ladies were in shock. "You killed him." Dianne finally said.

"Damn right, I did. I don't care how big he is, someone comes at me with a blade and I'm taking him out." She answered. "Now the rest of them know that they'd better stay in line, or else."

"But, but, it's still murder, you can't do that." Dianne argued.

"Why not? Not much more penalty for murder than kidnapping." Kerri answered. "And heaven knows what the penalty will be for shrinking a human being to one tenth their size. Don't forget unlawful imprisonment and involuntary servitude." She continued.

"Bet you didn't think I knew all those fancy legal words, did you?" She laughed. "Come on, were way in it anyway, why draw lines, I'm for going all the way." She surveyed the rest of the ladies. "Come on, which one of us here hasn't been screwed by men, or the system, or both. We have a chance to go around the system and get even here. Stacey has given us all an opportunity to enjoy an environment where the rules are on our side, because we get to make them up as we go along. I for one am going to enjoy it. And I don't give a shit about the laws outside of here, because they didn't."

She saw she was beginning to make headway. She continued, "Look, who are they going to tell? And what are they going to tell. 'I was shrunk down to 6 inches and I saw this lady squash another guy who was 6 inches tall'. They'll look like the Monty Python crowd - 'well, I got better'. Don't you get it, this one's a freebee. None of their laws apply. We can do whatever we want, and enjoy ourselves."

The other ladies thought for a few moments, the deck had been stacked against them by men like these for years. Each and every one of them had some hidden resentment, some grievance, just looking for an opportunity to come out. And the temptation presented each and every one of them to unleash the savage within, with no consequences, was becoming too great as it dawned on them exactly what Stacey had invited them to. They went back to their teams of little men and let it be known who was in charge.

Bill and Max looked at each other. "We're finished!" was all that Max said.



Part 4

Stacey for her part had no team at all; she simply stayed by the cage with Bill Allen and Max in it. She looked at them and said, "Maybe that's what I'll do with you two. Squeeze the life out of you. Won't that be fun?' They didn't answer.

Kerri's speech had a definite effect on the evening's activities. Each man fought with desperation when in the ring. Stacey knew her friends well, she picked the ones she knew would enjoy the show, and they did. There were spirited catcalls back and forth as two ladies fighters were in the ring. And after a suggestion by Lisa, bets were being placed on the outcomes of the fights.

Kerri selected the young one for her first bout. She placed him in the ring with Carl the Skinhead. Daniel was clearly a nerdy type, around eighteen and probably in prep school, and no match for a street tough like Carl. But he tried. He moved in and began hay bailing with his fists. Carl simply kicked him in the groin. Daniel went down. He got back up and went in again. Carl kicked his feet out from under him and began pounding his head into the mat. Kerri reached in and removed Daniel from his grip before he could hurt him any more. She could see that he was visibly shaken from loosing.

Anna was getting carried away with the spirit of the cockfight. She placed a young thug in the ring with Arno Kempke. It was really no match. Arno, who was a fighter from way back, used every dirty move and beat him into submission quickly. Anna became so angry at loosing $1,000.00 to Lisa that she picked up the thug who lost his fight and began to cuss him out for loosing. When he talked back at her about having done his best she lifted him to her mouth and bit him off at the sternum. There was a stunned moment of silence. As she looked around the room at her friends with a puzzled look on her face. When she realized what she had done, she slowly began to chew. The look on her face changed from chagrin to enjoyment. After swallowing, she put the rest in her mouth and ate that too.

"Wow, if I'd known they tasted this good I would have skipped the fight and ate him to begin with." She exclaimed. "Hey guys, you have to try one, they're delicious." The rest of her men became very scared as she looked at them. "Next one of you looses, and it's snack-time." She smiled and eyed each one of them.

Kerri looked at her and said, "Now that's what I call biting his head off. I think I'll try one later tonight myself." She looked at her little men and saw that three were standing in shock, but Daniel was curled up crying. She had actually felt sorry for him, he had apologized to her over and over again for loosing. But it was clear he was outmatched from the start, and he really did want to please her, that much she could tell. She made a mental note that she wanted to try something with him after the festivities.

The ladies had so much fun the rest of the night, they forgot to keep track of who was winning and loosing overall. Anna for her part ate the rest of her group. Lisa tried one and agreed with Anna that they were delicious. Stacey told Lisa that she might start to fatten up Bill and Max. When the evening came to a close they declared an overall tie. They agreed that they would do it again next Friday night. They also agreed to get more men and bring more friends.

When all the other ladies had left Kerri asked Stacey if she could stay in the guestroom, "I'd like to spend some quality time with one of my little men." She said.

"You could stay in my room, you know." She answered.

Kerri looked at her puzzled.

"I'm serious, you can spend the night in my bed if you want. We can make a menage e' trios. I think that would be most pleasant. I mean if you want you can stay in the guest room, but my room is open if you'd like." She turned and headed up the stairs.

Kerri went back to her area and gently lifted Daniel out of the box. When he saw her hand coming he became so scared he wet himself. He began to beg her not to kill him. She smiled down at him and said, "You belong to me, little man, and I'll do with you as I please. And tonight I have a hunger, and you're going to fill it. So stop the whining and come on."

She carried him up the stairs.

When Kerri entered Stacey's room with Daniel in her hand, Stacey stopped putting her nightshirt on and simply lay herself on the bed. Kerri placed Daniel on a pillow and got herself undressed as well. She entered the bed gently to avoid harming Daniel and then placed him on her chest.

"Now, little man, you have a job to do. You are going to please us like you've never pleased a woman before. Do you understand that? This isn't about you, it's about us. I don't care what you have to do, you are going to satisfy one hunger, or another. It's your choice" Kerri waited for his response.

All Daniel could do was to climb one of her breasts and began rubbing her nipple. He didn't have a big enough mouth to lubricate it first but his hands were so smooth that to Kerri it was the gentlest of caresses. She responded to his touch immediately.

Daniel was at best inexperienced at the art of pleasing a woman, as a nerdy student in high school the girls usually ignored him. He had however read almost every article in Playboy and Penthouse during the last three years. He was trying desperately to remember what those women in the stories wanted men to do to them now. He was trying to please this woman like his life depended on it, as far as he was concerned it did.

Watching Daniel and Kerri was exciting Stacey. She bent over and began to trace her tongue around Kerri's other nipple. She felt it get hard against her tongue, and began to lick around it and caress it with her lips. Kerri was beginning to moan in ecstasy, as Stacey and Daniel manipulated her nipples. Stacey placed her hand between Kerri's legs and began to massage. Daniel almost fell off when Kerri arched her back with one moan. Seeing what was happening he ran down toward Kerri's vagina.

When he arrived Stacey moved her hand out of the way and placed it on Kerri's other breast. She lifted her mouth from Kerri's breast and moved up to kiss Kerri full on the mouth. As they kissed Daniel reached in and found Kerri's clitoris. Kerri responded instantly. She kissed Stacey harder, and arched her back. When they finished kissing Stacey returned her mouth to her breast. Daniel was paying attention to how Kerri reacted and trying to keep his manipulations where she was responding the most. When she climaxed, her legs came together and squeezed him tightly. If his head had been a fraction lower, he would have suffocated. He had to fight with all of his might to keep stimulating her as she squeezed him. When she finished climaxing she relaxed her legs and gently reached down lifting Daniel away.

She smiled at him and said, "That was superb. Now it's Stacey's turn." She placed him on Stacey's chest.

Daniel felt tired, in fact he was exhausted. He wanted to please Kerri, but he wasn't as enthusiastic about this other lady. So he simply concentrated on the fact that pleasing this woman would please the red hared wonder next to her and began to caress Stacey's nipple. This woman was going to be more difficult he could tell. She responded much more slowly than the red head. He worked for some time on her nipple before he felt it get hard in his hands. When Kerri began on the other nipple it helped, but it was as if she didn't want to enjoy his touch. Another story he'd read came to mind and he decided to change tactics and went up and began caressing her face. As he did so he began to tell her how lovely she was.

"Mistress, you are so gentle, and so beautiful to look at." He told her. As he was speaking to Stacey he was looking at Kerri. She inspired him to say more. "Your softness is without end, your eyes light the way for a lost soul." He told her. The words seemed to have an effect on her. He worked his way back down to her breast. As he caressed the nipple he saw Kerri kiss her as she had kissed Kerri. She began to get stimulated. When she finally began to moan with the ministrations he quickly moved down to her vaginal area. This time, however, he inserted himself into her moistness feet first, to avoid another crush. He was able to rub her clitoris much easier from here, which was good, as his arms felt ready to fall off. As she responded he began to feel himself respond. Watching Kerri and being inside Stacey he climaxed himself, but he didn't stop massaging Stacey. Shortly after his own climax, Stacey exploded with a scream and had her first orgasm in four years. As she achieved climax her back arched and her legs spread wide. He found himself sliding out of her with her juices, which were flowing heavily.

Landing on the bed he had to scramble to avoid being flattened by her cheeks as they were falling fast as her leg and back muscles relaxed. He barely got out of the way. He climbed onto Stacey's belly and watched as the two kissed again. As they started to relax in the afterglow he worked his way back onto Kerri, where he wanted to be. She was lighting a cigarette as he climbed onto her and then held the lighter for the other woman. When she put the lighter down she sat back with her legs crossed at the ankles. Daniel lay down in the seam between her legs placing his head on her knees, and he watched her.

He was enjoying the view. He enjoyed watching her smoke. He liked the way her lips wrapped around the butt of the cigarette. How her fingers released it as her chin moved down and the cigarette moved up. He liked how her mouth popped open as she pulled the cigarette away, and the shape of her lips as she blew the smoke out. He wanted to move up to her head and kiss that enormous mouth. He was totally exhausted, lying with his head on Kerri's knee and his feet at her crotch. Yet, he had never been more comfortable in his life. He didn't want this night to end. He could have laid there and watched this beautiful red head all night long

When she finished her cigarette, Kerri moved Daniel up to the pillow for safety sake, and settled down to sleep with Stacey.

The next morning Daniel woke in a soft bed of red hair. He looked at the beautiful woman to whom that hair belonged and he knew that he would do anything to have another night like last night. "I love you," he said to her.

He almost panicked when her eyes opened. She smiled at him and asked, "Did you enjoy last night Daniel?"

"Yes I did, very much." He told her. "And if you please, I would like to do it again."

"We'll see." She answered.

"Kerri, can I call you that, Kerri. I want to make a request of you." He said.

"Yes you may, but be careful, you're in no position to be making requests you know." She said.

"I just wanted to ask you. If you ever decide to get rid of me, you know like those others... I mean I can't win a fight. If you ever do me in, please, I'd rather have you eat me." He said. "I just can't stand the thought of being flushed down the toilet like that, like so much refuse, like I didn't matter. At least if you eat me my death means something."

She looked at him, "Let's not worry about that. Besides, I'm not putting you in there to fight anymore. You have other ways to entertain me. And rest assured, if the time ever comes that I decide to get rid of you, I'll let you request how it happens. Now come back over here and play with me."