(The Bloody Mattress)
It’s 12:30 pm and I have just finished satisfying the
victorious Inga. Her dead opponent has
been dragged from the fighting cage and will be dumped out back for the muto-dogs that roam the alleys of the Outer City at night. By morning there will be no trace of her,
though Inga took her panties as a trophy to be hang on the wall over her
bed. (Common practice for female fighters who have
won death matches.) The raven haired winner smiles up at me
as I finish her off and the bloodthirsty women surrounding the cage cheer. Inga kisses me and trots out of the cage without a word. I go back to my private seat right next to
the fighting cage. I am brought another
gin n' tonic, my drink of choice for the day.
The crowd roars it’s approval.
“THIS IS TO BE A GRUDGE FIGHT TO THE FINISH!”
More cheers and rattling of the fighting cage.
“NOW APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…IN THE LIGHT GREEN
TERRICLOTH PANTIES…..HARMONY!!!”
I didn’t think it was possible for the crowd to be louder,
but they prove me wrong. Wild screams of
approval meet my little black haired fighting queen. Harmony has made one of the most impressive
records for herself in Green Tower City history in just a couple months. The crowd LOVES her and I have to admit so do
I. I’m supposed to always remain neutral
when watching these fights, as I am expected to reward whichever girl wins with
sex after the fight, but secretly there are girls I like more than others. Of course, I don’t know who her opponent is yet,
just that it’s someone Harmony has a specific grudge with. Then again, who doesn’t she have a grudge
with these days? Harmony sidles over to
me, lifts a leg, and plops onto me, wrapping her legs around me and locking
lips with me aggressively. The crowd
cheers.
“Keep it hard for me baby.”
She coos as she dismounts me and steps into the cage. As per Bloody Mattress protocol, she walks to
the opposite side of the small peach colored mattress. Surprisingly the mattress is still
clean. The last bout, a High Noon Death
Match, was ended with a quick neck snap, though not before the day’s Bloody
Mattress rules were clearly established.
Today is the strictest level. ALL
fighting must take place on the mattress or both combatants will be tazered unconscious
until they wake up. Harmony nervously
shifts her weight from one foot to the other, sinking deep down into the
mattress as she anxiously awaits her opponent.
“HARMONY….IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 41 WINS…..8 LOSSES….AND 7 KILLS!!!”
The crowd roars and chants Harmony’s name.
“AND NOW…..APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE….IN THE ROSE COLORED
PANTIES…..TIFFANY!!!!”
“OOohhhh” I think to myself as the sultry Tiffany strolls
nonchalantly down the aisle towards the cage.
This is going to be a good fight.
These two have been at each other’s throats ever since I arrived here
months ago. As a mater of fact the last
time they faced off was in Harmony’s bedroom, and Tiffany won. It’s no wonder Harmony challenged her to a
rematch. I find myself feeling relieved
this isn’t a death match. Harmony is
amazing but so is Tiffany. Whichever one
of them wins this fight, I end up a winner afterwards. Tiffany makes a big show of climbing into my
lap, keeping her eyes on the stewing Harmony the whole time. She dry humps me in my chair for a couple
seconds, almost making me lose my load in my pants, but she expertly lifts up
at the key moment. Harmony just glares
at her with murderous intent. Tiffany
sways her hips at me as she dismounts me and makes her way into the cage,
standing on the opposite side as Harmony.
Both girls have hard nipples and icy glares. All their attention is on each other
now. The tension in the venue is
palpable. I wouldn’t be surprised if an
illegal kill ends up taking place here today.
“TIFFANY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 53 WINS…24 LOSSES…AND 9 KILLS!!!”
The cage door is shut and locked. Now the crowd seems pretty evenly divided as
far as who they are cheering for. I know
this will change by the end of the fight.
Everyone loves a winner.
“YOU’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL TONIGHT WHORE!!!” Harmony suddenly screams across the small
mattress at her hated enemy.
“OH YEAH!?!! WHOSE
GONNA SEND ME THERE, YOU?!? HA!”
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER……HARMONY!!!”
The crowd goers wild as I am let into the fighting
cage. Harmony looks up at me with her
one eye that isn’t puffed close and pants with exhaustion, her perky round
breasts rising and falling as she sucks in air.
“I WON BABY! I WON!”
She moans as I walk over to her and help her to her feet. She presses one foot down on Tiffany’s neck
as she collapses against me, showing me that she could end this bitch right now
if this was a death match. Then she
kisses me. Suddenly her legs are around
me and I lower her to the mattress, right next to her vanquished enemy, and gently
grant the victorious but wounded and exhausted female gladiator her just reward
to the delight of the spectators. This
has been a great day so far, and it’s not even 1:00 yet!
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