After breakfast I head over to Catfight Cavern to start out
my day of watching girls beat the shit out of each other for the honor of
fucking me. I get there between bouts and the mat girls have just finished
cleaning off a bunch of blood and a large puddle of urine from the last fight.
I take my seat next to the big blue mat and am brought a drink menu. I decide to have a wine day and order a 2200
vintage from the Southern Alpines. It’s
pretty tasty.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE NEXT
FIGHT!!!”
The usual amount of cheers and applause follows.
“NOW APPROACHING THE MAT…IN THE RED PANTIES AND WRESTLING
BOOTS….RACHEL!!!”
“BOOOOOO!!!!!!”
“YOU SUCK WHORE!!!”
Rachel seems not to notice the jeers and taunts from the
crowd as she strolls down the aisle towards the mat. She has won very few fights in the 10 months
or so she has been in the city, but this has not seemed to dull her delusion
that she is some sort of amazing fighter.
She climbs into my lap for a quick make out session. As she dismounts me she says.
“I’m glad you came to watch me win another fight for you
baby! Keep it hard for me. I’ll want my
trophy when I’m done!’ She seems to have
forgotten that the last three times I’ve seen her fight she has been lying unconscious
bruised and bloody each time. The crowd
continues to heckle her s she takes her position on one corner of the mat.
“RACHEL IS 22 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS, 31 LOSSES AND 1 KILL!!!”
“BOOOOO!!!!!!”
“HSSSSSSSS!!!!”
“YOU’RE PATHETIC!”
“LOSER! LOSER! LOSER! LOSER!”
“AND NOW…APPROACHING THE MAT FROM THE WEST SIDE OF THE ARENA…HER
OPPONENT…IN THE PLAID PANTIES….SAMANTHA!!!”
The crowd cheers as the perky 18 year old trots quickly down
the aisle. Unlike Rachel Samantha has
had an impressive fighting career already, and she’s not even 19 yet. She practically hoops into my lap and we
begin to make out to the delight of the crowd and the irritation of Rachel, who
glares at us from her corner.
Samantha grinds her crotch against my hardening member as we
kiss, knowing just when to stop so as not to make me jiz in my pants. She swings one leg off and then the other,
swiveling her nice round ass at me as she steps up onto the mat. Rachel moves toward her and the two young
women brush their nipples close together as they face off before taking their corners. They both know better than to attack before the
bell has been rung though and soon they are both in their own corners.
“SAMANTHA IS 18 YEARS OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 9 WINS 1
LOSS AND 1 KILL!!!”
The crowd roars its approval. The gorgeous teenage fighter has truly made
an impression in her first couple of months here. Rachel does not look worried or impressed, even
though she herself has already received a beating at Samantha’s hands just a
couple of weeks ago.
“I can’t believe you’re stupid enough to fight me again
after I sent you to the hospital already!”
Samantha yells across the mat at her adversary.
‘You got lucky bitch!
Tonight I am going to make you PAY!!!”
Rachel howls back, hopping up and down slightly in anticipation of the
opening bell.
DING!
DING! DING!
Immediately the two women walk out of their corners towards each
other.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Rachel drops to her butt with a grunt of pain and Samantha
immediately slaps her across the face, knocking her the rest of the way down to
the mat.
CRACK!!!
“OOohhhhhh…” Rachel
moans in fear and pain, blood gushing from her nose. She starts trying to squirm away from her
attacker on her belly.
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?!
THIS IS A FIGHT!” Samantha yells
as she grabs Rachel’s curly brown hair and starts dragging her up to her
feet. Rachel sobs loudly, tears already
streaming down her reddened cheeks.
CRACK!!! Samantha gives her a slap to the face. Rachel responds by wrapping her arms around
Samantha and pressing in close to avoid any more hits.
THUD!!! Samantha
gives her a knee to the crotch that lifts her off the mat.
“OOohhhhh!!!!” Rachel
cries out in pain and lose her grasp on Samantha, who lets her tumble backward
onto her butt again.
“FINISH HER!!!” Someone
yells out over the din of noise. Rachel
scoots backward away from her adversary, eyes wide with fear.
“You’re worthless!’
Samantha yells and again grabs Rachel by the hair and starts to pull her
up off the mat.
“HUNGH!!” With a
grunt of effort Samantha hooks and lifts Rachel’s body up in the air,
positioning her for a piledriver.
PLUD!!! She savagely drives the older woman head first into
the mat. Rachel’s legs stiffen s she flops
to the mat, face down. Her butt twerks a
few times as Samantha stands calmly over her, then she goes limp and a puddle
of blood spills out from her face. Samantha
walks away and raises her fists, striking a victory pose at the edge of the mat
as I get up to reward her. She will get
a bonus 1000 credits for finishing her opponent off in less than 60 seconds.
DING!
DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!!! SAMANTHA!!!”
The bored looking teenage fighter takes my hand and leads me
back to the Trophy Room to celebrate her easy victory. Rachel is carted off the mat by a couple of
mat girls in their customary white bikinis.
It will probably be a while
before I see her again.
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