We left Suburbia today and crossed into The Outer City. Off in the distance we can see the spires of
some of the skyscrapers in the downtown district of the Inner City, but I plan
to spend some time here enjoying the fighting venues and learning what I can
about the Outer City first. My plan is
to work my way towards the main Wall Entrance, but in no big hurry. I get myself a room at a little sleaze ball
looking hotel near the first commercial zone, and once I have settled in Doctor
Green and I go find a little greasy spoon diner, where we will discuss our
plans for the day. I order myself some pancakes with sausages, a coffee and a
glass of orange juice, and ask Doctor Green where the nearest fighting venue is
located.
Doctor Green: “The
Bloody Mattress.”
Ishmael: “Ooh, that
sounds awesome. What’s the story on it?”
Doctor Green: “
An Outer
City Venue with Amateur status. The
Bloody Mattress is basically a small shack that can hold about 200 people who
pay 50 credits each to get in. In the
dead center of the one room building is a small 10 by 6 foot fighting cage with
a dirt floor and a mattress on which the fights take place. They begin each day’s fights on a fresh
mattress and auction it off after the last fight of the night. The more stained
the mattress is with blood, puke, urine, sweat, shit and cum from the fighters
the higher price it tends to fetch.
The fighting mattresses that have been brought
in vary widely in size and style.
They have
had mattresses as small as a single twin size in the middle of the cage, which
leaves quite a bit of empty space for the girls to go, and they’ve had King
size mattresses which almost fill the caged in space. They can even cram two twin size mattresses
in which leaves no room but they typically only do that if they have tag team
or Battle Royale style fights scheduled for the day.”
Ishmael: “Well that sounds perfect. I think we should stay there the entire day,
and each day spend a whole day at a new fighting venue until we have checked
out all the venues in the Outer City.
Doctor
Green: “That would take a long
time. There are about a dozen “official”
Outer City venues, but it seems there are hundreds of unofficial ones.
Ishmael: “Well we’ll stick mainly to the official
ones, but I’d like to check out some of the others as well.
Doctor
Green: “I can notify the Bloody Mattress
that we are coming, as they might want to make some arrangements for us.”
Ishmael: “ok.”
Doctor Green
makes a couple beeping sounds as the message to the Bloody Mattress is sent. Within minutes a reply is sent back.
Doctor Green
reads the message: “The Bloody Mattress
would be proud to have Ishmael be their honored guest at their humble little
venue, and would like us to arrive about an hour before opening bell as they
have some propositions for you.
Ishmael: “Sounds good!
Let’s head over as soon as I’m done eating.
We arrive at the Bloody Mattress about an hour before noon,
which is when they usually have “Opening Bell.”
It is a small venue, capable of holding only about a hundred
people, The management is delighted to
see me, and I am escorted in to talk to the owner before the first fight. If I am willing to fuck the winners of any
fights on the mattress in front of the crowd, I will be paid 500 credits each
time! I say I would be delighted to do
so, and I am given a seat of honor right next to the fighting cage. They offer to give me bodyguards, but I
explain that my robot companion provides all the security I need. I take my seat and a waitress comes around to
bring me any drinks I want. At long last
it is almost noon and the first fighter walks down the small aisle and is let
into the fighting cage.
“WELCOME FIGHT FANS….TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!!!”
The packed venue erupts into cheering.
“WE HAVE A SPECIAL GUEST AT THE BLOODY MATTRESS TODAY…EARTH’S
NEW RESIDENT MALE…ISHMAEL!!!”
The two hundred or so women packed tightly around the
fighting cage cheer loudly. None of them
have ever seen a real live male before.
I wave out at them and smile nervously. I fear if it wasn’t for my robot protector and
companion I would be ripped apart by the frenzied mob. Of course, I also have the City Mods to
protect me.
“ISHMAEL HAS AGREED TO ADD EXCITEMENT TO THE DAY BOUTS BE
REWARDING THE WINNER OF EACH FIGHT WITH VICTORY SEX!!!”
I smile and wave again to the cheering throng of female
fight spectators. My presence in this
small venue has truly brought the excitement level up to unheard of levels.
“AND NOW IT IS ALMOST NOON AND TIME FOR THE FIRST FIGHT!!!”
A few moments of frenzied cheers and applause.
“APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…IN THE FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…ALYSSA!!!”
Walking down the aisle is a petite blonde girl with short
blonde hair. The crowd boos and hisses
her but she doesn’t seem to notice. She
locks eyes with me and sprints over to my private seat, climbing into my lap
and straddling me. She kisses me.
“I’m gonna win this fight just for you baby!” She whispers into my ear and then hops off
me, entering the fighting cage, and goes to the opposite d=side of the small
light green mattress.
“ALYSSA IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 3 WINS< 27 LOSSES< and 0 KILLS!!”
“BOOOOOO!!!”
“YOU SUCK, BITCH!!!!”
Alyssa simply adjusts the elastic waistband of her panties
and calmly waits for her challenger.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE FIGHTING CAGE…HER OPPONENT…IN THE
YELLOW PANTIES WITH RED HEARST….REILLY!!!”
Walking quickly towards the fighting cage is another petite girl
with shoulder length brown hair. She is
just as adorable as Alyssa and doesn’t get much more love from the crowd.
Apparently both these girls are pretty much jobbers. She also climbs into my lap before entering
the fighting cage for a quick make out session.
“BITCH HE IS MINE!!!”
Alyssa shrieks from her place on the fighting mattress.
“You’re going to be in the hospital in about three minutes.” Reilly yells back before dismounting me and
striding confidently into the cage, stepping up onto the mattress to face Alyssa. The door is slammed closed behind her and
locked. It will not be unlocked again
until one of these two girls is unconscious.
“REILLY IS ALSO 18 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST APPEARANCE
IN THE OUTER CITY!!!
The crowd doesn’t seem to know what to make of either of
these two fighters, and the clamor dies down as they wait to see what will
happen when the bell rings. We don’t
have long to wait.
DING!
DING! DING!
The two young girls take two steps forward immediately,
which brings the breast to breast. They
raise their fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! The crowd explodes back into cheers as the
two teenage fighters stand toe to toe and engage in a furious fist fight. Both girls are bloodied almost immediately
and they suddenly lock up in a bear hug, then drop to their knees with a loud
moan and their bear hug separates. They
each take a couple deep breaths before leaning forward towards each other
again.
CRACK! Alyssa gives
Reilly a slap to the face.
CRACK!!! Reilly
immediately retaliates.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
After a quick exchange of face slaps they lock up again,
bellies and breasts mashed together.
Both girls are sobbing in pain and fear, but still seem desperate to win
this fight. Alyssa makes a move to get her fingers around Reilly’s throat, but
the brunette quickly slips her hand up under Alyssa’s crotch and then yanks it
forward, fingers curled up in a devastating claw.
“AIIIEEEEE!!!!”
Alyssa squeals in pain from the unexpected crotch rake. She starts to double over, protecting her crotch. Reilly sees her advantage and pounces on the
blonde, smashing her deep into the mattress.
Alyssa struggles to get away but it is no use. The tide of the fight has turned. Reilly has a little bit of difficulty gaining
a mount on the terrified squirming blonde jobber, but after a few seconds she
gets a clear shot at Alyssa’s face and cocks her fist.
THUD!!! She buries her fist deep in the side of Alyssa’s
face and her legs and arms stiffen one and go limp. She is out cold! Reilly has her! She rolls her victim over onto her back,
letting her arms and legs splay out limply so that she is completely spread
eagled. She straddle her crotch and cocks
her fist.
THUD!!! Blood sprays the mattress as Alyssa’s face is destroyed
from the vicious punch. Alyssa’s body
lurches slightly and falls limp again.
“REILLY! REILLY! REILLY! REILLY! REILLY!” The crowd has picked their favorite. Reilly scoots up Alyssa’s body, sliding her
crotch across her belly and straddling her right at the neck. She holds her blonde hair back with her left
hand and cocks her right fist again, right over Alyssa’s already mangled face.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
The frantic quick tones of the warning bell indicate Alyssa
is close to death. Reilly ceases her
attack, not wanting to spend the next five years in Green Tower City Prison. She stands up slowly over her defeated
opponent and places a foot down firmly on her belly. She raises her fists, showing off her small but
firm muscles.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…..
REILLY!!!!”
“YEAH!!!” The victorious
young brunette brawler cries out in delight.
The City moderator opens the cage and lets me in. Reilly holds her victory pose while I step up
onto the mattress and put my arms around her.
She keeps her foot down deep into Alyssa’s exposed belly as I kiss her,
then she suddenly boots the unfortunate blonde jobber off the mattress and onto
the dirt floor of the fighting cage before pulling me down onto the mattress
and inside of her to the delighted cheers of the fans.
As soon as I have finished pleasuring her she trots off
happily and Alyssa’s limp body is carted out of the cage by a couple mat girls
in plain white bikinis. She will be unceremoniously
dumped into the alley behind the building, and if she is lucky she will manage wake
up and drag herself to a hospital for treatment before bleeding out.
Amanda vs. Jill
(The Bloody Mattress)
12:45: Amanda
and Jill are clearly better fighters than the previous two, and probably quite a bit older, though it’s hard to tell as in
this new world even women of age 60 could easily be mistaken for 20 with all
the advancements that have apparently been made in cosmetic surgery. Still these two put on a much better fight,
though it becomes clear about 15 minutes in that Amanda is going to emerge
victorious, and she spends an additional five minutes torturing the blonde before finally straddling her and
pummeling her into a pulp. She strikes a
victory pose and I enter the cage.
Amanda is an incredible lay, and the crowd is really getting into the
action.
Mallory vs. Rita
(The Bloody Mattress)
1:20 pm. I have spent
some time with Amanda, and when I go back to my cage side seat Jill has been
dragged off and the next two fighters are already standing on opposite sides of
the mattress, glaring at each other.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…IT IS TIME FOR THE NEXT FIGHT!”
A cheer goes up from all the women crammed into the small
fighting venue.
“ON THIS SIDE OF THE MATTRESS…IN THE LIGHT YELLOW PANTIES…MALLORY!”
The young looking blonde fighter gets a mixed response from
the crowd.
“MALLORY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER OC REDORD STANDS AT 3 WINS…7 LOSSES
and 1 KILL!”
The blonde is completely focused on her opponent while her supple
breasts rise and fall rhythmically.
“AND ON THIS DIE OF THE MATTRESS…IN THE BROWN PANTIES….RITA!”
The curly haired brunette facing Mallory gets about the same
half hearted response. It seems this is
to be another “jobber brawl.”
“RITA IS 20 YEARS OLD!
HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 27 WINS…56 LOSSES…and 9 KILLS!”
“I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP SLUT!” Rita announces to her slightly younger
opponent.
Mallory just smirks back at her. ‘
DING!
DING! DING!
Quickly the two young fighters slam their bodies together
and grab handfuls of hair with both hands.
The crowd begins to cheer for one girl or the other, or just to FIGHT!
“UNGH!”
“OOOHHHHHH!!!”
The young fighters bellies slap together several times as
they struggle for control of the fight. Mallory brings a knee up into Rita’s
crotch.
THUD!!!!
“OOOhhhh” Rita lets
out an agonized groan and her knees start to buckle, but then she comes up with
a knee into Mallory’s crotch.
PLUD!!!
“GAWK!” The blonde
lets out a piercing wail of pain and both girls drop to their knees and wrap each
other up in their arms and legs. They
topple to their sides and almost off the mattress, but begin to roll back and
forth, each of them trying to get on top of the other. The desperate grappling fight continues for
several minutes.
The spectators crowd
around the cage, pounding on the metal links with their hands.
“GET HER RITA!”
“COME ON! FUCK HER UP!”
“USE YOUR FISTS!
POUND HER FACE!”
THUD! Mallory gets a
nasty punch in on Rita’s face and the curly haired girl drops off onto her
butt. Mallory has the advantage! She moves in and grabs a handful of Rita’s
thick curly hair, giving it a savage yank.
“AAAAAHHHH!!!” Rita
lets out a scream of pain as she is hauled up to a
standing position.
“COME ON! I’M GONNA
FINISH YOU!” Malory howls. Rita punches her in the crotch.
THUD!!
“WHOULF!” The blonde
curls into a fetal position. Rita acts quickly,
grabbing the 18 year old’s long blonde ponytail. Now it is Mallory who moans in pain and fear as
she is yanked up by the hair. Rita
quickly drops behind her and wraps her arm around the blonde’s throat.
“YEAH! YOU GOT HER
RITA!”
“PUT HER DOWN!”
Mallory’s legs kick and jerk uselessly but the brunette has
her locked up in a sleeper. Her eyes
roll up in her head, and after a few moments she stops struggling. Her arms drop limply into her lap. She’s out.
Rita mounts her and pounds her face, splattering fresh blood
all over the mattress.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
The warning bell is frantically rung to stop the
beating. Rita gives her victim one last
punch to the face before standing up and striking her victory pose.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..RITA!”
The crowd cheers for the winner of the fight as I am let
into the cage to embrace her. The
grateful young brunette presses herself tightly against me as she continues to
keep one foot planted on the belly of her vanquished opponent. I make out with her to the delight of the
spectators, then take her over to the little Trophy Room for a proper reward.
Annie vs. Chrissy
(The Bloody Mattress)
Opening Bell: 2:02
pm.
Victory Bell: 2:26 pm.
Inga vs. Kate
(The Bloody Mattress)
Opening Bell: 2:45
pm.
Victory Bell: 2:49 pm
Winner:
Inga!
Opening Bell: 3:30 pm
Victory Bell: 3:57 pm
Winner:
Camille!
Opening Bell: 5:00
Victory Bell: 5:43
Winner: Kori
After a
long nasty catfight, Kori finishes off Melinda for the victory. I take the exhausted winner into the Trophy
Room and gently satisfy her. She
shambles out the door and off to the hospital while I go back to my seat for
the next fight. It’s getting pretty
close to dinner time so I order up a pizza to snack on while I am watching the
next bout.
Opening Bell: 6:15
Victory Bell: 6:28
Winner: Lacey.
Ellen put up a surprisingly good fight, but nobody is really too surprised by the outcome of this bout. I take the victorious black haired Lacey back to the trophy Room for some victory sex, then return to my seat for the next fight. By that time of course the mangled Ellen has been carted off to the hospital, where she will most likely remain for several days.
Opening Bell: 7:00
Victory Bell: 7:29
Winner: Valerie
The two combat boot wearing girls put on the best fight I've seen yet today, pummeling the SHIT out of each other before at long last Valerie manages to get Tabitha down onto the mattress and finish her off with a SAVAGE stomping. Valerie boot her foe off the mattress and into the dirt, beckoning for me to come to her. The crowd goes wild as we make out on the mattress for several minutes before she pulls me down into the bloody soaked cushion and I do her right there for the delight of the fans.
I take my time satisfying the raven haired brawler. She fought hard for this and deserves it. Plus she is HOT. Finally lets out a loud moan of pleasure as her body convulses and she squirts cum all over the mattress adding to the clutter of bodily fluid stains already covering it.
I go back to my seat while Valerie pulls her panties back up and makes her way out of the arena to the cheers of her adoring fans. Tabitha is dragged out by a mattress slave. I order myself a drink while I wait for the next fight.
Opening Bell: 8:15
Victory Bell: 8:47
Winner" Trish
Sharon is actually a decent brawler and gives Trish a bloody nose and a few good shots but in the end the pig tailed Trish catches her in a sleeper and puts her down. True to form, she tortures Sharon for some time, slapping her awake only to punch her out again and again, until finally the Warning Bell is rung to stop the fight. Trish swiftly takes her victory pose and walks over to me while Sharon is carted off on a stretcher. She will be in the hospital for some time.
I satisfy Trish right there in the cage, and then she saunters off into the night.
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