Cindy Lou vs. Daphne
(Private Cornfield
Fight)
Thursday, October 31, 2019
5-9-2473 Betty-Sue vs. Patty
BETTY-SUE
vs. PATTY
(The Pig
Pen)
I wake up as the
sun is coming up over the horizon. I
undock the ship and we begin floating down the river. On both sides of us tall fields of corn are
growing. Due to the climate of the
world, crops just grow constantly, and they rotate them around, so one field is
just starting to sprout while another is ready to harvest, and another is about
halfway between. Once again I marvel at how different the world is from what I
once knew.
Tending these fields
are a wide assortment and ages of women.
These folks prefer the simple life, and thankfully for them there is
still a demand for “real food” which supposedly does taste a tiny bit better
than what the Molecular Reorganizers can produce, though truth be told I’ve
never been able to tell the difference.
And out here in the so called “Farm Belt” a need for combat still exists among the women, and unofficial fighting venues have been established in a few areas.
And out here in the so called “Farm Belt” a need for combat still exists among the women, and unofficial fighting venues have been established in a few areas.
(Author's note: Yeah, I don't know. I did this series a long time ago and really wanted to place it into the timeline.)
1-3-2476 Beth vs. Valerie
It is almost midnight at The Poison Lair and at the stroke of
12:00 a death match is going to begin.
Black haired brawler Valerie has challenged the so far undefeated blonde
juggernaut Beth to a fight to the death.
I have spent a good portion of my day wandering around the various
venues of the Inner City and by the time I get in my seat the fighters are just
about to begin entering the ring.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…WELCOME TO THE MIDNIGHT DEATH MATCH!!!” The crowd goes absolutely wild. The women of Green Tower City love death
matches more than any other type of fight.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE PINK PANTIES…..BETH!!!”
As Beth strolls silently down the aisle towards the fighting
ring she shows no emotion and the crowd cheers loudly. Almost as soon a she appears they begin
chanting her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
Having remained completely undefeated in the first year of
being in Green Tower City, the blonde haired Beth has quickly become a fan
favorite. She climbs into the ring and
walks to her corner, turns and stands, waiting silently for her opponent to
arrive.
“BETH IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 23 WINS…0 LOSSES…AND !$ KILLS!!!”
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LEOPARD SKIN PANTIES
OVER BLACK FISHNETS…VALERIE!!!”
The black haired Valerie walks quickly down the aisle, smiling
and waving out at the crowd which has quieted substantially.
“DEAD GIRL WALKING! DEAD GIRL WALKING!” Someone shouts out among scattered boos and
hisses. Nobody expects Valerie to last
long against Beth, although she herself has always maintained a winning record.
She hops into the ring and snarls at her
blonde adversary before relaxing against the turnbuckles in her corner of the
fighting ring.
“VALERIE IS 20 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 113 WINS….47 LOSSES….AND 19 KILLS!!!”
“YOU READY TO FINALLY MEET YOUR MATCH, SLUT?” Valerie howls across the ring at Beth, who
simply stares back without any sign of emotion. A few tense moments pass. The bell will not be rung until exactly midnight,
even though this isn’t a birthday girl match.
The electric buzz of the crowd rises and falls.
DING!
DING! DING!
Beth and Valerie stride slowly out towards the center of the
ring, raising their fists. This is
certain to be a pretty straight forward fist fight. They circle slowly, eyes
sparkling, fists raised and wavering threateningly. After only a few seconds they move in.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Each girl connects with a flurry of body blows and then Beth
swings an uppercut up into Valerie’s chin.
CRACK!!!
Valerie is sent staggering backwards, arms flailing. Beth spins her body and in an instant her
foot flies through the air and connects with the side of Valerie’s face.
SPLAT!!! Blood sprays
the air and a couple teeth hit the canvas right before Valerie’s body slams
down, face first. She squirms slightly
as Beth mounts her at the butt and grabs her hair, pulling her head back…
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Again and again Beth slams Valerie’s face into the canvas,
where a pool of blood quickly forms.
Valerie is clearly out cold already.
In death matches Beth is known for quickly and efficiently finishing off
her foes, and none of her kills have taken longer than a couple minutes. After a few seconds of hammering Valerie’s
face into the canvas Beth dismounts and stands above her, momentarily seeming
to bask in the enthusiastic chanting of her name.
“BETH! BETH! BETH! BETH!”
This is usually the moment when Beth will quickly end a
death fight, but instead she reaches down and grabs a handful of Valerie’s jet
black hair, and starts to pull her up to her feet. Valerie slumps limply against the blonde
warrior’s body and Beth simply walks her over to the ropes directly across from
where I am sitting and presses Valerie’s throat down against the top rope,
displaying her victim for me. She stands
behind the older girl and gives her a quick knee bump to the crotch from behind. I see Valerie’s eyes flutter briefly and a fresh
sprinkle of blood permeate the air in front of her mouth. Beth is deliberately showing off her superiority
mostly for my benefit. Then she reaches in front of Valerie and starts to slap
her face lightly and rapidly.
CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!CRACK!
“OOoooohhh…” Within seconds Valerie lets out a low moan and
starts to come to. Beth grabs her by the
hair and savagely rips her back off the ropes, letting her plop onto her back
with a dull thud, then quickly walks over, raises her foot high up over Valerie’s
throat, holds it for a second…..then…
CRUNCH!!!
Beth’s foot drives violently down into Valerie’s exposed
throat and her whole body jerks once and goes limp, arms and legs splaying out
lifelessly. The fight is over.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER 15th KILL….….BETH!!!”
Beth stands rigidly with her foot resting on Valerie’s crushed throat as she waits for
me to enter the ring. It isn’t until I
walk up to her that she shows any emotion at all, giving me a sweet little
smile as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me in for a passionate kiss,
her foot still pressing down on the broken neck of her defeated opponent. I
find myself wondering if any girl is going to dare entering her bedroom to
fight for me tonight.
5-7-2473 Janette vs. Nico
Janette vs. Nico
(The Badlands)
In the morning Nina leaves and I go out to watch
one more fight before continuing my journey down the river. Nico kills Janette.
I fuck her and then we reboard out water craft and continue our journey down
the river. Soon we have left the
gladiator area and after a few miles of forest, we break out into what appears
to be farmland, though roughly attended to.
As soon as we get out of the woods we park the water craft for the
night. Doctor Green says he is already detecting information about fights taking
place out here in this farm area, and that once we pass through that wee will
be in the outskirts of Suburbia, which is technically a part of the Greater
Metro Green Tower City. We hang out on
the deck of the craft for a while and take in a beautiful sunset, then I retire
to my bed for the night. 
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
1-6-2475 Grace vs. Harmony
After I emerge from the Trophy Room I go back to my seat for
the final fight of the evening. It is a well known fact that I will be going
home with the winner of this final bout and the excitement in the sold out
venue is buzzing in the air all around.
The mat girls are just finishing up mopping the blood off the big blue
mat from the last fight as I sit down and order myself a gin n tonic. I have time to finish it and order another
before the loudspeaker crackles out over the arena and the crowd pipes down, anxious
to find out who the final two combatants will be.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE EVENING!!!”
The crowd bursts into cheers and applause.
“AS THIS IS THE FINAL FIGHT, THE VICTOR OF THIS MATCH WILL
HAVE THE HONOR OF TAKING OUR RESIDENT MAN ISHMAEL HOME WITH HER FOR THE EVENING
SO THE STAKES ARE HIGH!!!”
The enthusiastic crowd cheers even louder and then the din
dies down a bit as they wait to hear the fighters announced. We don’t have long to wait.
“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…IN
THE YELLOW TERRYCLOTH PANTIES WITH LIGHT GREEN BORDERING……..GRACE!!!”
Grace is a cute young strawberry blonde with curly hair. She
is a good fighter but her propensity to take on any and all challengers has led
her to many nasty beat downs. That being
said she is an energetic and fun lay so if she emerges victorious tonight I
will have no objections to going home with her.
Of course it remains to be seen who her opponent will be. Grace seems unconcerned as she jogs down the
aisle towards the mat, clearly excited to fight. She gives me a little wink and blow me a kiss
when she steps onto her corner of the mat.
“GRACE IS 19 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 27 WINS, 17 LOSSES, AND 3 KILLS!!!”
Grace licks her lips and slightly adjusts the butt of her
fuzzy yellow panties as she waits for her opponent to enter the arena.
“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE EAST SIDE OF THE ARENA…HER
OPPONENT…IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH PANTIES…HARMONY!!!”
The crowd erupts into a frenzy as the raven haired fighter
slowly and confidently strides down the aisle.
All bets are off now. Grace may
be a good fighter, but in my opinion she is nowhere near Harmony’s class. When Harmony gets to where I am sitting she
quickly mounts my lap and kisses me, her tongue poking into my mouth quickly
before she dismounts me and strolls onto the mat, her attention now completely
focused on her curly haired adversary.
“BITCH HE’S MINE!!!”
Grace howls and Harmony just smirks in response. She takes her place and crosses her arms stoically
as her announcement is concluded.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 19 WINS…4 LOSSES and 4 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers loudly for Harmony, who has quickly become
a fan favorite in her 5 months in the City.
Grace appears unphased as the two young women continue to glare icily at
each other from their opposing corners on the large blue fighting mat. Several tension building minutes are allowed
to pass, and then…
DING!
DING! DING!
With no hesitation the two female fighters sprint towards
the center of the ring, fists up.
THUD! THUD! THUD! A
furious exchange of face punches ensues and Grace drops to her butt with a
grunt. Harmony quickly gives her a swift cunt punt.
“UNGH!” Grace grunts
in pain from the blow and starts to double over, but Harmony immediately grabs
a handful of her curly reddish blonde hair and starts hauling her back up.
“COME ON BITCH! LET’S
FI- OHHH!!!” Grace gives her a crotch
rake as she is pulled up and the raven haired fighter lets go of her hold. Grace falls back to her butt and Harmony stumbles
back a few paces, rubbing her crotch.
“YOU WILL FUCKING PAY FOR THAT YOU SL-ARRGGGHHH!!!” As Harmony moves forward Grace lifts a toe up
into Harmony’s unsuspecting crotch, but then scoots away quickly. Now Harmony drops to her butt and both girls
sit their on the mat looking at each other.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd begins their usual chant. I’ve noticed in my time here that this happens
at least once in every bout. The women
of Green Tower City LOVE their violence.
Grace and Harmony slowly circle each other on their hands and knees,
making one full rotation like cats about to battle, then they move forward and
lock up.
THUD!!! They hit the mat with Harmony on top. She cocks her right fist.
CRACK!!! Blood sprays
from Grace’s mouth and her head is buried in the mat from the impact. Harmony doesn’t give her a chance to recover.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! The black haired brawler gives Grace a savage
pummeling with both fists and she is out cold.
Harmony sits there on her prey, crotch to crotch, and takes a moment to
give me a sweet smile.
“I’M GOING TO MAKE THIS LITTLE SLUT WISH SHE”D NEVER BEEN
BORN BEFORE I FINISH HER OFF!” Harmony announces to the crowd who cheer loudly
in response.
“YEAH!!!”
“FUCK THAT BITCH UP HARMONY!”
“KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!”
Harmony gives Grace two sharp slaps to the face at which
point the bloody girl twitches and moans slightly, her body now squirming
about. Harmony then slowly rises over
her, lifts her foot up high…
SPLUD!!! And slams her bare heel down HARD into Grace’s
crotch. A fresh spray of blood explodes
from the wounded girl’s mouth as she squawks in agony. Harmony allows her to roll over and start
squirming desperately away. She slowly
follows her, and when she gets to the edge of the mat, gives her a savage doggy
style cunt punt that flips Grace over and onto her back on the cement with a
nasty slapping sound.
“OFF THE MAT!!!” The
rarely heard-from Catfight Cavern moderator calls out and two mat girls in
white panties and bras rush in to scoop up the quivering fighter and toss her
back onto the fighting surface. Grace
lays there twitching on her back and spurting more blood from her mouth. The so
called “fight” is clearly over. I’ve
seen Grace come back from a few beatings but nothing like this. She is HOPELESSLY outmatched in this fight. Harmony grabs one of her ankles and drags her
to the very center of the mat, then lets her leg drop heavily with a dull thud. Grace
lays there completely spread eagled and unresponsive. Harmony slowly circles her victim, sneering
down at her. Finally she stops over her,
standing between her spread out legs, and gently places her heel down on Grace’s
already ravaged vagina. She leans
forward, letting her full weight press down into the poor girl’s
womanhood. In a few seconds Grace coughs
p a fresh globule of blood and lets out a low moan of pain. Tears stream down her reddened face.
“OOOOOOhhhhhhhhh….”
Harmony then lets her weight up and as Grace begins curling
up walks over and grabs her by the hair again.
“I’m not satisfied” she hisses as she pulls the beaten
fighter back up.
“AIIIIIEEEEE!” Surprisingly
it is Harmony who shrieks as Grace manages to rake her across the thigh with her
fingernails, drawing a few streaks of blood.
THUD!!! The enraged Harmony gives Grace a SAVAGE knee to the
face that whips her onto her back hard,
hitting the mat with another dull thud. Harmony stands over her blubbering face and
leans over, swinging her open hand back…
CRACK!!!!
“COME ON, FIGHT!!!”
She commands.
CRACK!!!
“I SAID FIGHT!!!”
Grace is now openly balling like a baby and trying
desperately to scoot away from her attacker, although there is nowhere for her
to go. Fights at the Cavern only end
when one girl is unconscious.
“PLEASE…I GIVE! I
GIVE! I GIVE” Grace begs pathetically as
she tries to scoot away. The crotch of
her panties darkens as she pisses herself in terror, and almost immediately
after that she loses control of her bowels, leaving a trail of shit on the mat as
she tries futilely to escape the punishment Harmony is so ruthlessly doling
out. This is what Harmony was waiting for.
The ultimate humiliation of her opponent. She suddenly and swiftly moves to Grace’s
head… lifts her foot high over the poor girl’s face… and brings it down hard
right into her nose.
SPLUD!!!
Grace’s body jerks violently with the blow and her arms and
legs drop heavily to the mat. She is
done. Any more blows at this point would
almost certainly result in a dirty kill, which is illegal in this venue and the
warning bell is frantically rung to warn Harmony off.
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
Harmony calmly adjusts the waistband and leg holes of her
fuzzy green panties, then grabs Grace’s feet and hoists them in the air, showing
her soiled panties to the frenzied audience before placing a foot firmly down
between Grace’s breasts.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH A KNOCK OUT AND HUMILATION…..….HARMONY!!!”
The crowd goes wild and chants the victor’s name over and
over. Harmony smiles at me and beckons
me to step onto the mat, allowing Grace’s limp legs to drop to the canvas with
a thud when I get to her. She grabs me
and pulls me in to her kiss as she continues to keep her foot down in Grace’s
chest. She isn’t very tired from this
bout and I suspect she will be wanting a bedroom challenger later tonight. This night is just beginning!
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