"What if the other girl hurts me?" Asked the little girl sat in the back of her father's car. "What if she's better than me?"

"Then you deserve to be beaten," said the man driving. He was Tom Phillips and his daughter in the back was called Samantha. He glanced at his daughter in the rear view mirror. She was five years old. Pretty, and it would be a shame to see her hurt, but that was child fighting was about. You couldn't put a child into the ring and expect her not to be hurt by someone bigger or faster.

He had slapped his girl a few times in their 'training' sessions so she knew what it was like, but there was no substitute for the real thing. Little bitches got hurt, fighting each other, but that was what he and lots of other men liked. Fathers and uncles and even grandfathers of little girls put in a ring to fight each other.

They drove in silence for a while and then the girl asked another question. "What if I don't win?"

"Then I will spank you," said the man. "You know the rules." His rules, admittedly, but Samantha understood. Her father had decided she would fight and so it was going to be. She was billed as the Stunning Samantha for this bout and Tom hoped she would live up to her new name. But she had never fought another child before (unless you counted when she was goaded by him into hitting that girl in the park) and wouldn't know what it was like until she got out there. But she did know what being spanked was liked; her father had done that often over all sorts of misdemeanours, real or imagined.

Tom's wife Sheila didn't know about that. One thing Tom had encouraged his daughter to do was take her punishments and not complain to her mother. The little girl was spanked and even slapped but never told her mother. That was what encouraged him to seek out a child fighting event to put her into. He was sure she would take her licks and not go wailing to her mummy.

"You're fighting a girl called Briony Bitch today, so just remember what I told you. Don't shrink away or try to run. They will put a rope round both your waists so you can't escape each other, anyway. Better to go in and hurt her first." His cock got hard at the thought of seeing his daughter fighting another girl. He didn't mind if she won or lost. Just seeing two five year olds fighting was enough for him to get aroused.

Samantha had seen a little of what to expect. There were videos circulating on the 'net of girls fighting, and Tom had shown the girl a few of them. She had watched girls either or her age or a little older (she was fighting in what they called the 'Tot' class) scrapping in the ring. Her bout would be filmed too, and videos handed out or posted online. She would even, win or lose, see herself on her father's computer at some time or other.

Whatever her misgivings about this, the little girl had been fascinated as she watched the videos. For her class the bouts were one minute each round, and three rounds. If both girls were still on their feet (and some gave up and sank to their feet as obvious losers), the judges voted who was the winner. Samantha had watched fascinated the online shows where naked little girls were wrestling and punching (as much as little girls could) but not biting. They had ring gags in their mouths to prevent that. Even prevent accidentally biting their own tongues, though they could still scream and cry out to some degree with them though not as loudly as if ungagged.

Their hands were bound in thin insulating tape so they were like mittens, to prevent scratching. Some men thought little girls should be allowed to scratch but in this fight slapping, punching, kicking and grabbing was the limit. The girls had to have long hair so it could be pulled and Samantha had long, black hair. Tom had pulled it himself to see how the child coped with the pain and though she cried, she didn't scream, which he was pleased about. Judges would give marks in a fight to the one who didn't scream the most.

Samantha silently watched the road as they drove, deep in thought. She had never been naked in front of anyone but her father and mother and Tom figured she was thinking about that as much as anything. She would have to cope with it, though. There would be forty or fifty men there and many of them would have their daughters or nieces or little girl relatives with them, all ready to fight in the different classes. Samantha was in the 'tot' class which was girls up to age seven, though it was measured by weight. Thin little girls were 'tots' but when they were a little bigger they were classed as 'super tots' and above that, 'mini boobs' when they often began to develop breasts. Some of the girls in 'super tots' were beginning to develop puppy-fat boobs. At the top of the scale were the 'titty' class who definitely had the makings of a woman, some with prominent if young udders. But at age 13 they moved out of all this altogether. Tom reckoned that at the fight they were going to, there would be a dozen or so in the upper age group. Once they reached their teenage years the girls would go on to full-contact fighting, in which anything went. No gloves, long nails, and hair was usually cut short to stop hair pulling.

But that was the future, if Samantha got good at this and stuck at it.

Tom had seen a couple of fights before deciding whether to put his daughter in one. His friend Harvey had a girl called Rihanna, and she was nine now. She had been fighting for a few years and it was, frankly, the most erotic thing Tom had ever seen. Rihanna was good too for she had not lost a fight in years. But as Harvey said, the step up to 'full titty' was a big one. Being put in with older girls in longer fights (they had five rounds) would determine if she had the ability or perseverance to go on to full contact fights.

At the upper reaches, the kids worked out and were athletic and even muscular. But they still fought nude and the most popular fights were with the ones who were beginning to develop mature figures. When a girl grabbed another girl's tits there was always a cheer from the men there, or when one of them was kicked in a full-lipped cunt.

It was Harvey who supplied Tom with the first fight videos, and the man was soon hooked. Harvey wanted to come along and see Samantha's debut but Rihanna was fighting in another place that night and would have to catch it online later. But he had allowed Rihanna to spar with Samantha, though gently, and it had been a good work out for the five year old in the cold and draughty garage Harvey had converted into a training ring.

Unlike boxing or wrestling, it wasn't a square ring. There was in fact no boundary, and only a steel ring set in the middle of the floor. A rope was passed through this and attached to each girl's belt (their only body covering other than the taped up hands and ring gag which kept the girls in range). There was a ring painted on the ground but that was the limit of where the spectators could encroach. The only adults allowed in the ring were the two 'seconds' who were the relatives of the girls, and they were men.

There were sometimes women in the crowd watching, but women were not allowed to train girls to fight though some men thought women trainers were employed as they were naturally more cruel, but it was speculation as no one could prove it. The rules were only fathers and uncles and grandfathers could be the manager or be trainers or act as the second.

"Have I seen this Briony fight?" Asked Samantha after a few minutes. "On video on your computer?"

"Not that I know," said Tom. "As far as I know she's a starter like you. So that's why it's a great chance to get your first win under your belt."

Samantha nodded and went back to watching the countryside slip past. They would be at the fight venue soon (a run down warehouse on an old trading estate) and no doubt the girl was getting nervous. "I need to pee, daddy" she said.

"Can't you wait? We're nearly there."

"No. Please," said the little girl.

With a sigh Tom pulled the car over. There were some bushes nearby and they both got out. He wanted one too, and they would go together. In the bushes the little girl squatted, skirt up, and he got out his cock. Samantha had seen it before and he aimed a stream of piss at the child as she began to pee on the ground. She would be taking her dress off soon, anyway, he thought.

There was rustle in the bushes behind him before he had finished and a woman emerged, staring at him. "Wow," she said. It was fairly obvious what was happening.

"Oh, sorry," said Tom, trying to finish his piss and get his cock away.

"No, it's fine," smiled the woman, She was a good-looking female, about Tom's age. "Please carry on pissing on the girl."

"You don't mind?" Tom looked at the woman.

"Not at all. If the kid doesn't, I don't." The woman paused and looked at Samantha, who had finished her pee and her wet dress was clinging to her. "I came in here for a pee myself. Is this your girl?"

"Yes," said Tom. "Her name's Samantha."

Samantha had stood up and was pulling her panties up. Between her feet the little puddle of her piss was draining into the soil and her pretty little dress was dripping with her father's urine. She didn't say anything but she didn't look distressed.

"You piss on Samantha often?" The woman asked.

"Sometimes. Usually in the bath, when her mother's not looking."

"And you don't mind her having wet clothes on?"

"She will be out of them soon," said Tom, but didn't elaborate.

The woman was nodding. "Would you mind if I pissed on her too?"

"Not at all," said the father. "Samantha hon, lie down fro the nice lady to piss on you."

Samantha pouted a little but didn't object. She lay down, arms by her side, looking up.

"In my car there's a camera," said the woman as she regarded the girl at her feet. "Blue car, and it's unlocked. Would you mind taking a picture of me doing it on her? It's always been my ambition."

Tom didn't mind at all, and hurried to get the camera and back into the bushes. Samantha was still lying down and the woman was standing over the girl, legs apart. She had a skirt on and she slid it up her long legs. "I don't wear panties on the road as I like to finger myself while I drive," she said, and indeed as her pussy came into full view it was clear she shaved herself. The woman was also wearing hold-up stockings with lace welts, and Tom felt his cock stiffening at the sight. She was a good looking woman, better than his wife Janice.

The woman smiled at Tom as he stared at her. "My names Karen, by the way. Please take lots of pictures." At that she squatted over the girl, looking down at her face and without a word, as Tom began taking photos, she pissed. The stream of pee ran up and over the girl's already wet dress and the woman shuffled a little to aim her pee further up, all the time looking down at the girl's face. The woman's piss was aimed for the girl's head, and Samantha closed her eyes as the hot urine splashed over her face. Karen was rubbing her breasts with one hand while the other was between her legs, helping direct her aim. "This is wonderful," she sighed. When the long piss finally ended and the water puddling round the little girl's head and hair, the woman inched forward so her cunt was over the child's face. "Clean me up, please, Samantha" she said, holding her nether lips apart.

Samantha had never done anything like that before and dutifully lapped at the woman's slit. Karen moaned. "Oh God, I need to come," she said. Tom continued to take pictures of the woman being licked by his little girl, and then Karen said: "You need to come too,Tom," she said. She opened her mouth and he needed no second invitation. His cock was out and he positioned himself so the woman could suck it while the pee-soaked Samantha pleasured the woman. Tom quickly came down the woman's throat, and she must have come too because she gasped and shuddered several times before she climbed off a very red faced little girl.

"That," grinned Karen, "was the best pee break I have ever had."

Samantha got to her feet and she was drenched, not just from pee but also the woman's cum juices were on her face. She looked a mess but Tom waved aside an offer to buy the kid a new dress and vest. "Like I say she will soon be out of them," he told the woman.

"Sounds intriguing," said Karen as she straightened herself up.

"My daughter is going to a fight," said Tom, seeing no reason why the woman shouldn't know.

"A child fight? Ah, I have heard of these... A contest where they slap and punch. So your child will fight another girl."

"That's right," said the man. He handed the camera back having snapped a couple of the piss and cum soaked Samantha. "Her first bout. I call her Stunning Samantha."

"I really would like to see this," said the woman. "Unless it is men only."

"No, if you can afford the twenty to get in."

"It sounds cheap at twice the price," said Karen, with a smile.

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They went to the venue in Karen's car as it was bigger and faster, and Samantha sat on a plastic sheet in the back while her father told Karen all about the child fight game.

"I'm a business woman," said Karen as she drove the last few miles to the trading estate, having listened to what Tom said. "I think there could be money made from this," she added, clearly intrigued. "If it's as good as you say I am sure you could do with some financial support to help Samantha's training."

"That would be great," said Samantha's father, looking at his daughter. "But she has to win this one, or else."

"Or else?" The woman raised an eyebrow.

"Daddy will spank me," said the girl in the back. It was the first time she had really spoken since being pissed on.

"And what if I spanked you too?" said the woman, glancing at the little girl as they neared their destination.

Samantha considered it. "Would you let me do that thing to you again, please, you know... cleaning your pussy?" She asked.

"Yes, if you win," laughed the woman. "If you lose though I will take a dump on you."

Samantha actually grinned. "I promise I will win then, Karen."

"Miss karen to you, bitch," said the woman driving.

"Yes, Miss Karen," said Samantha deferentially. She didn't sound unhappy though, and Tom was happy. He even put his hand between the woman's legs and felt her slick cunt as she drove. Samantha, he was sure, would be more than happy to lick anything off his fingers later.

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Samantha was naked and waiting, a little nervously, as her father taped her hands. They were alone in the small room that acted as a dressing room. She hadn't got her ring gag in yet but she had her belt on. She asked: "Will Miss Karen like me in my gag?"

"I don't see why not," said the man, making sure his daughter's fingers were taped along with her thumb. Gouging was banned and as there was no referee in with the girls this was the best way of preventing it. "If she does, you can still lick her out with it on. You will be able to get your tongue out through the ring," he said.

"I liked licking Miss Karen," said the girl as he father finished taping her hands and ran his fingers over them to make sure there was no tape sticking up.

"Good," said the man.

"Daddy... what was it like peeing in her mouth?"

"I wasn't peeing, hon. I was doing that thing when I wank over you in the bath. You know, make white stuff. My cream."

Samantha nodded. "Yes," she said, understanding. "Will Miss Karen do that to you again?"

"I expect she will if you win."

"Does mummy do that to you?"

"Sometimes, if she feels good."

Samantha nodded. She wasn't sure why her daddy liked doing it, but as he also liked peeing on the girl in the bath it wasn't surprising in a way. The girl thought her daddy liked his dick, as he called it. She thought Miss Karen's mouth was probably like when he rubbed it over her. They were ready to go out at last. Samantha ducked her head so her father could fasten the ring gag in her mouth, checked it was sat properly and led his daughter out into the bright lights round the ring.

Miss Karen was there among the people watching and she blew a little kiss towards Samantha, who smiled back. Briony Bitch was already there and when Stunning Samantha was in position the master of ceremonies attached their belts to the rope through the iron ring. Then he did the announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen and Fighters (a reference to the two dozen girls standing watching, each with their hands cuffed behind them while they waited to fight) we present for your entertainment a Tot weight newcomer fight between in the red belt, Briony Bitch and in the Blue belt, Stunning Samantha!' The applause was loud, but short. 'Three rounds of one minute each, and the judges will decide the winner if both remain standing. Remember girls, no spitting and no gouging. Mr Timekeeper, please!"

The bell rang and the man stepped aside. The two girls, being attached to each other, circled each other as best they could, though the rope was getting wound round the iron ring at their feet and pulling them closer. Tom glanced at Miss Karen and she winked at him. She held up a betting ticket and though he couldn't see it clearly she had put money on this fight. As neither girl had fought before, it would be evens who came out on top.

Briony Bitch had red hair and round face, and was probably just inside the weight limit. She may have been five but she was pudgy, and she made the first move, a lunge at Samantha. Samantha side-stepped the charge, though it had been easy to see it coming and she deftly slapped Briony in the face. Not hard, but a first blow. There were cheers and groans from the crowd and Tom felt better. No blood, but a first hit was important. He glanced at the other second, Briony's grandfather, and he was bellowing at his kid to take her time. The cameraman filming this was getting a good shot as Briony, incensed, started to windmill her arms. Nothing calm about this at all.

Samantha took a blow, reeled a little and lashed out. Not text book stuff but she connected again, and in a moment Tom could see red on Briony's face. A bloody nose so early was promising and he grinned. But the smile faded when the fatter of the two girls caught his daughter with a sort of karate chop. Blood spurted from Samantha's lip, and her reaction was a sharp kick out with her foot, connecting with the Bitch's leg but to little effect.

The two were locked in a sort of wrestle now and they weren't getting far for a good few moments, and though Samantha caught the other girl's hair to wrench it she couldn't get enough grip. Briony however did, and through her ring gag Samantha let out a wail. Briony was wrenching Samantha's head back and was in danger of losing. Yet Samantha's had came up wildly and slapped Briony's ear, and though she didn't intend that as such it was hard enough to make the Bitch let go. Samantha staggered back, tears in her eyes and the red-head lunged at her. But she did so with her head down and caught Samantha in the chest. Shocked, Tom's girl dropped to her knee. The crowd were roaring as this was turning out to be a good fight. The Bitch tried to head butt Samantha's face but her aim was poor and she delivered only a glancing blow. But that unfortunately put her off balance and Samantha lashed up wards and not Briony in the neck. She might have done more but the bell sounded for the end of the first round.

Tom was there in instant to tend to Samantha's face, wiping the blood away and telling her to stay calm and not cry. She was bravely fighting back the tears and he was proud of her. Some little girls, when they fought for the first time, burst into tears straight away and thus lost the fight before it had begun. His girl wasn't doing that, but neither was Briony. This scrap was going to go on longer this fight.

A young woman in stockings and a skimpy bra and panty set was walking round the circle holding up a board with 'round 2' painted on it. "Listen Samantha," said Tom. "You have to hurt her more than she hurts you. Make sure she doesn't head butt you again."

"Unnhtth hutth," said Samantha, but he ignored it. She wasn't bleeding much from her lip, but it wouldn't get better if she was hit there again. Tom poured some water into his daughter's mouth and she coughed, unused to drinking through a gag. Then the bell rang again and they two girls were off again.

In the end the fight was over inside a few moments after the two resumed. They both tried to slap or punch each other, both missed and both kicked out, but the red-head had a stronger kick and Samantha winced more. Briony again caught Samantha's hair and looked triumphant. She knew how to drag her opponent's head down by now and did it well, pulling the girl's head towards her and brought her elbow sharply up into Samantha's face. She connected well, and blood streamed from Samantha's nose and lip as well as tears pouring from her eyes. Tom's girl was hurt and couldn't go on.

Tom frowned and threw the towel in to signal that they conceded the bout.

Neither Tom or his daughter were happy about how it turned out but Miss Karen didn't look too upset as they drove away from the trading estate. As she said, she had bet generously on the other girl as Briony looked more capable and anyway it would be more fun taking a dump on the loser. Samantha was miserable having lost and Tom felt bad, but as Karen said it was a learning curve. More brutal and intensive training and Samantha would be better next time. At Karen's insistence they had left the gag in the girl's mouth and kept her handcuffed, so she couldn't tell that she didn't want another time. But it wasn't her choice. Rihanna could beat her up some more to condition her, and there would be other fights. Karen was sure that Samantha would do better next time when she saw the punches and kicks coming. "And slick her hair so the other girl can't get hold of it. It's an old trick but that was why the Bitch won."

Tom nodded. They had a lot to learn. Despite the disappointment of losing he had enjoyed it all, and seeing a real fight up close was wonderfully erotic. Even seeing his daughter hurt had aroused him. All in all it had been a good fight, he agreed. You saw some on video that were nothing more than a sort of wrestling struggle but this had plenty to watch, short though the fight was. Karen would be interested, she said, in helping Samantha train. But she was also interested in using the kid for a toilet, for as she said, pissing on the brat is just the start. And she had promised to shit on the little girl if she lost and was looking forward to that.

They got back to where Tom's car was parked and Karen arranged the girl on the ground, still gagged and cuffed, and had Tom take pictures of the woman happily emptying her bowels over the naked girl. Then she let Tom fuck her as a reward while bent over, fingering herself as Tom hammered at her. The tearful, stinking Samantha sat tied to a tree nearby, watching sullenly with piss running down her face and into her gagged mouth, knowing that there would be more training and another fight soon.

She was sure though that would be ready for that one though. She didn't want to upset Miss Karen or daddy, and she still had her spanking to come from her father for losing. Miss Karen kindly said she would help with that too, if daddy took some more photographs.