The stadium full of bloodthirsty female spectators horny to
watch a juicy fight (and Victory Sex with yours truly) is getting anxious. I am sitting in my “trophy sex room” where I
can enjoy watching the fights and then have sex with each winner. They pay me 500 credits per fight, but they
are allowed to televise the sex for the crowd, which drives the all-female
audience into a raging frenzy. (I know
it sounds like I’m pretty much a sex slave, but I assure you I’m not. The truth
is I can leave Catfight Cavern any time I want to, and I never have to pleasure anyone I don’t find attractive. (Luckily for
me most fighters are, since they have to be physically fit and they have access
to extremely high technology plastic surgery.)
The spectators in the arena have paid from 50 to 300 credits each for a
day’s pass, and it is almost time for the lights to come up for the first
fight. Suddenly the lights in the
stadium go off. The rowdy female throng
lets up a wild cheer, anxious to see blood shed on the big blue mat.
“All RIGHT LADIES!
WELCOME TO CATFIGHT CAVERN !
WHERE EVERY NIGHT IS LADIES’ NIGHT!!!”
Finally a bright column of light shoots down from the
ceiling, brightly illuminating a 20 foot square blue mat in the middle of the
dome shaped structure.
“For our first bout tonight we have a rookie making her
debut!
The crowd instantly erupts in boos and hisses.
“Entering the arena from tunnel 23: in the red panties: RACHEL!!!”
More boos and hisses as a light over Rachel’s head switches
on, revealing the newly arrived fighter standing in the doorway at the end of
her entrance tunnel. Like virtually all
venues in the city, Catfight Cavern goes to great lengths to make sure fighters
are kept physically separated from each other until it is time for them to
fight. Any fighter who has signed up for
a fight is immediately isolated from all the other fighters, in a special
locker room all for herself.
Rachel makes her way with smug confidence down the aisle
toward the mat.
“Rachel is 21 years old and this is her first professional
fight!”
“BOOOOO!!!!”
“YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR ASS KICKED BITCH!”
Rachel pays little attention to the jeers from the crowd as
she strolls down the aisle and arrives at her corner of the mat. She knows this
is how they greet all rookies the first time they appear. Soon she will dazzle them with her incredible
fighting skills as she destroys whoever is about to come out to the mat. She is certain she will soon be a crowd
favorite. She is going to be
undefeated.
“And now…entering the arena from Tunnel 8: In the yellow panties…LAUREN!!!”
Lauren gets a huge cheer as she has already made a decent
name for herself in the city.
Lauren gets to her corner and glares across the mat at her
foe. Rachel sneers back. The brunette in the red panties doesn’t seem
too impressed by what she sees.
DING! DING! DING!
Without much hesitation the two young women approach each
other and begin to circle, fists up.
“I hope you’re ready to get fucked up bitch!: This town’s never seen anyone like me!”
CRACK!!! Lauren
throws a jab straight into Rachel’s face and the unsuspecting brunette staggers
back a few steps with a grunt, blood already pouring out of her nose. Quickly Lauren steps forward and knees her in
the crotch, dropping her to her ass.
Lauren immediately grabs her by her wavy brown hair and starts dragging
her to her feet.
“GET UP AND FIGHT BITCH!”
“OOOOhhhhh…” Rachel moans, lurching forward and wrapping her
arms around Lauren, trying to hold the raven haired fighter in close. Lauren quickly hooks her fingers into the
waistband of Rachel’s dark red panties with one hand and begins pumping her in
the stomach with her right fist.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD !THUD! THUD! THUD!
The stomach pummeling is relentless and finally Lauren lets
go of her prey, letting Rachel drop to her hands and knees. She is sobbing, tears streaming down her
face. Lauren slowly circles the downed
woman, making one full pass before coming up behind her slightly plump ass,
poised invitingly up in the air.
SPLAT!!! She cunt
punts her from behind.
“WHOULF!!!!” Rachel
squawks as she is pitched forward face first into the mat. She quickly tries to scamper away but Lauren
snatches her foot and drags her bac to the center of the mat, then pounces onto
her back, She grips her by her bushy
brown hair, hauls her face up and then:
SPLAT!!! Slams her face viciously back down. Rachel’s arms and legs twitch once and go
limp. She’s unconscious. The crowd boos. This hasn’t been much of a fight at all.
“KILL THAT WHORE!”
Someone screams.
Lauren stands up slowly over her prey, and once again begins
circling her, glaring down at the worthless excuse for a fighter. Even being on the same mat with this “jobber”
is practically an insult. Finally she
goes to work, She once again grabs the
waistband of Rachel’s panties and pulls her ass up so it is again sticking up in the air, and pushes her feet
apart. Rachel remains face down in a
pool of blood, still out cold. Lauren
steps back, then runs forward, punting Rachel in the cunt as hard as she can.
“GLUK!!!” Rachel
makes an almost inhuman squelch of agony as she is woken by the devastating
blow to her womanhood and literally flipped over so she lands hard on her
back. Her body lurches as she comes back
to. Lauren quickly walks round her again
and stomps her in the gut. Rachel curls
up into a fetal position. What a
beating!
THUD!!! Another
savage kick into the crotch. Rachel
frantically begins trying to squirm away from her attacker, weeping like a
baby.
“Oh God! I GIVE I
GIVE I GIVE!!!!” Rachel screams.
“You know fights don’t end like that here right?” Lauren hisses, and turns Rachel’s face so she
can see her cocked fist.
“Oh my God Marge is
that little bitch begging?”
“Nooooo…..” Rachel moans.
“Pleeeeease….”
CRACK!!!
Lauren practically buries her fist in Rachel’s face. The beaten fighter’s arms and legs stiffen
twice, then twitch a couple times, then go limp.
“DAAAAAMN!!!”
DING! DING! DING!
“SHE’S FINISHED!”
Lauren lets Rachel’s mangled head drop to the mat and slowly
stands up. She walks to Rachel’s feet,
reaches down, grabs one of her legs, and drags her a couple feet further into
the middle of the mat, leaving a few streaks of blood on the mat behind the
dragged body. Rachel’s eyes are beaten
closed, puffy and red, her nose is
twisted grotesquely to one side and blood is seeping out of it. Her lips are parted wide, her mouth agape in
complete lack of senses, a small trickle of blood streaming down and over the
chin. One look at her is enough to know
that she is not getting up for a long time.
PLUD!!!
She drops the leg, leaving her widely spread eagled. Lauren then lifts a foot and plants it squarely on Rachel’s crotch, pressing in the subtle mound of her vagina. The unconscious girl’s legs twitch again then go limp. Lauren raises her fists.
“WE HAVE A WINNER: LAUREN!!!!”
“Oh my God what a beating!!!”
“I wonder if we’ll ever see that Rachel bitch again? What a waste of space!”
Lauren walks over to meet me in the trophy room. Her nipples feel like diamonds against my chest as she mounts me, still wearing her panties, she pulls the front of them down enough for my throbbing member to slip into her as she moans with delight. .
As she is moving her hips up and down rapidly on top of me, I can see Rachel, still in the position Lauren left her, being tended to by two nurses. They are giving her some stitching, but that’s about all they’ll do. Next (Just as Lauren howls with pleasure as we both cum at the same time.) the two mat girls run out wearing their customary white panties and bras. Each grab one of Rachel’s feet and drag her off the mat and into the dark edge of the fighting circle, hands dragging behind her until they disappear into the dark. (She will be taken to the hospital.)
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