(The Bloody Mattress)
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL!!! WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!
TODAY WE WILL BE STARTING OUT WITH…A HIGH NOON DEATH MATCH!!!”
The crowd explodes
with excitement and women surge up against the cage, pounding on it with their
fists rhythmically.
“DEATH MATCH! DEATH
MATCH! DEATH MATCH! DEATH MATCH!” The crowd steps away from the cage when an armed
city mod approaches them with her tazer pointer out.
“NOW APPROACHING THE
CAGE…IN THE HEART PRINT PANTIES AND WHITE SOCKS…BRANDI!!!”
The cute little red
haired brawler trots quickly down the aisle towards the fighting cage, stopping
to climb into my lap for a make out session.
“Mmmmm….” She moans
between kisses. “I’m glad you’re here to
watch me end this nasty little bitch.” I
just smile and kiss her. I’m supposed to
always be neutral before and during a fight so that is the part I play. I feel
like I’m about to cum in my pants but at that moment Brandi dismounts me.
“Save it for after
the fight, baby.” She coos as she steps
away, as if knowing full well I was on the brink of losing my load. As soon as
she takes her place on the small cream colored mattress, her announcement is
concluded.
“BRANDI IS 19 YEARS
OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 42 WINS, 9
LOSSES AND 4 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers and
a few of them begin chanting Brandi’s name.
“BRANDI! BRANDI!
BRANDI! BRANDI”
“AND NOW…APPROACHING
THE FIGHTING CAGE…IN THE PINK PANTIES AND MATCHING SOCKS….SAVANNAH!!!”
The slightly younger
girl strolling down the aisle gets a fair amount of cheers from the crowd. In her short few months here she has already
made a good name for herself. She comes
up to me and givers Brandi an icy stare as she swings one leg over me and
mounts me, kissing me while continuing to glare at Brandi, who is seething with
hatred. This is going to be a NASTY
fight, I can tell already. After a
couple minutes Savannah finally dismounts me and steps up into the cage. As soon as she enters the door is closed and
locked and the two young females stand on opposite sides of the small mattress
glaring at each other, their breasts heaving up and down as they excitedly gasp
in deep breaths of air. The anticipation
in the small venue is electrifying as everyone waits for the fight to begin.
“SAVANNAH IS ALSO 19
YEARS OLD! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 9
WINS…4 LOSSES…AND 2 KILLS!!!”
It seems like the
crowd is pretty evenly divided now as to who they are rooting for.
“FIGHTERS, STEP UP AND
STAND BREAST TO BREAST. NO ATTACKS UNTIL
THE BELL IS RUNG!”
Brandi and Savannah
each take one slow deliberate step forward, then another. Their hardened nipples brush together as
their chests heave up and down. They
stare into each other’s eyes. Some heated
words are exchanged but nobody can hear it over the cacophony of shouts and
cheers in the small crowded fighting venue.
DING! DING! DING!
I'm surprised this ended in a facesit. I remember you not being big on those though I always find them hot.
ReplyDeleteIt's actually Brandi's signature finishing move. This is just the first time I have drawn a full death match set with her.
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