Monday, December 16, 2019

6-14-2474 Portia vs. Teagan



It’s only been a week since Teagan put her name up on the Birthday Girl Challenger board and she already has a death fight challenge.  It’s Portia, the fiery little curly haired blonde girl Teagan humiliated at The Bloody Mattress some time ago.  She’s looking for revenge and she looks ready to fight.

“WELCOME TO THE MIDNIGHT DEATH MATCH!”

The crowd erupts into a frenzy.  These are always the favorite fights in the Inner City.
“In THIS corner…in the light green terri cloth panties and matching socks…PORTIA!!!”



A small cheer from the fight fans that are familiar with her Outer City career.  She has a pretty decent reputation. 

“Portia is 18 at the stroke of midnight and this will be her first professional fight in Green Tower City!”

“And in THIS corner, her opponent:  in the magenta panties with purple borders…TEAGAN!!!”



“Teagan is 19 years old and her pro record stands at 1 loss, 1 win and zero kills.”

“Girls approach each other  in the center of the ring.  Stand toe to toe but make no attacks.”

Portia and Teagan stride confidently out to the center of the ring and press their breasts bellies and crotches together as they stare into each other’s eyes.

“Do you both agree to this fight to the death?

“YES!” Both girls respond with no hesitation.

“Then return to your corners and wait for the bell, which will be struck at exactly midnight.”

They back a couple steps away, still staring into each other’s eyes, then turn and stroll back to their corners where they each turn around and continue the stare down across the ring. I look at my watch.  It is 11:58.

The tension mounts as the seconds tick away towards midnight.  A minute and a half seems like an eternity and then…

DING! DING! DING!

The two blondes spring out of their corners like wild cats released from cages and sprint into each other with piercing howls of hatred.

“GAAAAAHHH!”  They howl with rage as they grab each other by the hair and whip each other’s heads around as they stumble about the ring.

THUD!  Teagan buries her fist deep into Portia’s belly.  She starts to stagger back and Teagan suddenly reaches forward and delivers a swift and effective back to front crotch rake.

“EEEEEEE!!!”  Portia squeals and drops to her ass with a dull thud.  Teagan steps towards her…

PLUD!!! And takes a kick to the crotch.  It’s not a very good kick but it is completely unexpected and Teagan’s eyes widen as she drops to her own ass.  As soon as she hits the canvas she raises to her knees as Portia is coming at her.  They lock up in a kneeling bear hug and seem to collapse into each other, panting and groaning.  Both girls are hurt and scared.  They crawl around the ring, grasping each other closely, while the crowd grows ever more restless. Simultaneously they grab hair and waistbands and their belles slap together as they struggle for control. 

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”  The crowd begins its chant. 

With a groan of effort, both girls start to rise to their feet, pulling each other up while still holding a tight bear hug.  Just as they get to their feet Portia releases her hold and swings her hand back wide…

CRACK!!! She give Teagan an open handed face slap that sends her reeling back towards the corner of the ring.  She tentatively takes a couple steps towards her prey then a couple more.  Teagan hits the turnbuckle and relaxes against it, clutching the ropes for support.  The whole right side of her face is glowing pink from the impact.  Portia moves in and punches her in the face.  THUD!!!

A spray of blood glimmers in the lights for a split second as Teagan’s head is thrown back from the impact.  She starts to slump forward as Portia winds up for another blow, but Teagan suddenly pushes  herself off the corner and wraps her arms around her attacker and they stagger around the ring again in a bear hug.  Portia reaches for Teagan’s panties, Teagan reaches up with both hands and gives Portia’s blonde curls a nasty tug and the struggling fighters drop heavily to the canvas, Teagan on top.  She winds up her right fist.

CRACK!!!

Portia spits blood and possibly a tooth as her face is whipped to the left and into the canvas from the force of the blow.

CRACK!  Teagan hits her from the left.  Portia goes limp. She’s out.  Teagan sits on her prey for a moment, relaxing and catching her breath, her hardened nipples jutting up and down as she sucks in ragged breaths.  Suddenly she reaches forward and grabs her adversary by the hair.  She starts to stand up, pulling the limp Portia to her feet.  She maneuvers them to the corner and slams Portia into the turnbuckles.  She carefully arranges the unconscious girl into a scarecrow position on the turnbuckles, then steps up onto the bottom rope.

CRACK!  She delivers a backhand face slap.  Portia twitches and makes a low gurgling sound.  Teagan has gotten her to stir. She starts to step up onto the middle rope. 

“AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!”  Teagan shrieks loudly as Portia suddenly reaches up and grabs her crotch.  I can see the tendons in her fingers whiten as she squeezes Teagan’s womanhood with all her might.  She has her good.  Teagan’s feet slip off the ropes and  both girls tumble onto the canvas.  Portia crumples into a heap in the corner and Teagan rolls a few feet away, clutching her crotch and wailing like a baby. 

Teagan rolls over onto her hands and knees and quickly crawls towards the opposite side of the ring.  Portia sees her and crawls towards her, slightly faster. She pounces.

PLUD!!!!! And again the two girls bodies hit the canvas. Portia has Teagan caught in a choke hold from behind and  is wrapping her legs around Teagan’s belly, but she is fighting back savagely.  They frantically wrap up even more tightly and flop around the ring in a wild desperate grappling match for survival.  They end up on the side of the ring closest to me, and the fight is pressed up against the bottom rope.  Portia seems to be gaining the upper hand.  Suddenly she rises up and presses her knee into the front of Teagan’s throat, choking her against the bottom rope.  She has her! Teagan frantically reaches for her attacker’s throat with outstretched arms but can’t quite reach.  She  is gurgling blood.  Her eyes are rolling up…

“GAAAAAHHH!!!”  Portia’s eyes bulge as Teagan suddenly sins her nails deep into each of her perfect round breasts.  Blood streams down from the wounds as Teagan continues to rip away at the mounds.  Portia tumbles back off but Teagan stays with her, flopping on top of her and suddenly letting go of the breasts and wrapping her fingers around her neck.

“GAK! GAK! GAK!”  Portia’s legs kick uselessly as Teagan slides her body across her belly and slowly positions herself into a comfortable belly straddle. 


I can tell when a fight is over and this fight is definitely over.  After a couple gruesome minutes of lurching and bucking, Portia’s arms and legs finally spasm one more time and drop limp to the canvas.

DING! DING! DING!

“WE HAVE A WINNER!” 



Teagan releases her grip on the dead girl’s neck and looks about, as if surprised by her own victory.  She looks nearly wasted herself but she manages to sit aloft her kill and suddenly raises her fist in victory, still straddling her dead foe. I go back to her place with her for a night of gentle victory sex.  In the morning I slip out quietly, allowing her to rest up from her violent ordeal. 

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