(Author's note: This is the first blog I have posted so far that doesn't contain any actual action illustration, though this might change at some point. The reason I am including it is because it is a significant story point. I may post more stories like this in the future.)
Harmony receives a call early in the morning from the fight
coordinator at The Poison Lair. A few
days earlier she had issued an open challenge to any birthday girls looking for
a death fight on their 18th birthday. Her challenge has been
accepted, and the fight is set to take place tonight at Midnight if she wishes
to go through with it. She accepts
immediately feeling a slight twinge of excitement in her loins at the thought
of another fight to the death. She
spends the morning and afternoon stretching and performing mild exercises, then
heads over to Ishmael’s to invite him to come watch her take part in another
death match. They make out and dry hump,
but Harmony is very careful not to cum.
She and Ishmael both know the hornier she is the more savagely she will
fight. At long last midnight approaches
and she and her date head to The Lair.
Harmony is sincerely hoping her challenger is actually someone who can
put up a decent battle. In fact she is
counting on it, and secretly has no intention of making a kill this
evening. Instead she has other plans for
her prey.
Being the veteran fighter, Harmony enters the ring first,
before her opponent has even appeared.
“All RIGHT FIGHT FANS!
NOW IS THE MOMENT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! OUR NEXT BOUT…. IS A BIRTHDAY GIRL DEATHMATCH!!!”
The women in the packed arena go wild.
“Waiting in THIS corner… in the light green terrycloth
panties…. HARMONY!”
A cheer goes up from a good percentage of the crowd. Harmony has already made quite a name for
herself in the Inner City, and has accumulated a decent sized fan base in her
short time as a pro fighter. She looks
around at the crowd, not seeming at all nervous about the impending death
match. She settles back into her corner
and reclines against the turnbuckles.
Finally she sees the roll up door on the other side of the arena going
up, revealing a silhouetted female figure in the bright lights behind. Meanwhile, the ring announcer is finishing up
her introduction.
“Harmony is 18. Her
professional record stands at 5 wins…0 losses, and she already has 2 kills
under her waistband!!!”
Another big cheer goes up from the crowd. Harmony’s pro record, in almost exactly one
month, is already quite impressive, and that doesn’t include her off the book
fights, which would bring her record up to 9 wins 1 loss, (and the 1 loss was
in fact a bedroom double-team by Desiree and Tiffany.)
“Her opponent…approaching the ring from the North side of
the arena, in the plaid panties…SAMANTHA!”
“Get ready to die
bitch!!!”
“DEAD GIRL WALKING!
DEAD GIRL WALKING!”
Harmony lips curl slightly upward. It was almost exactly a month ago that the
same words were being chanted as she made her way to the ring for her first
professional fight. To date, she is the
only girl to win her birthday death match, and these taunts from the crowd are
commonplace at The Poison Lair.
“Today is Samantha’s 18th birthday, and this is
her first pro fight in the Inner City!”
“It’s your last
fight loser!”
“DEAD GIRL WALKING!
DEAD GIRL WALKING!”
Samantha climbs through the ropes, never taking her eyes off
Harmony, who is staring icily back at her.
“All right girls, approach the center of the ring and stand
breast to breast. NO ATTACKS!!!”
Harmony and Samantha leave their corners and stride to the
center of the ring, standing toe to toe, breast to breast.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO ENGAGE IN MORTAL
COMBAT!”
“Yes!” Harmony says.
“Yes!” Samantha says.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS AND WAIT FOR THE OPENING BELL!”
The two young girls momentarily push into each other with
their firm round breasts, then suddenly pivot and begin walking in opposite
directions towards their own starting corners.
Both girls walk slowly, deliberately, then turn almost simultaneously to
continue their intense cross ring stare-down.
.
Several minutes pass.
The Poison Lair officials love to build up tension before bouts,
especially death matches.
DING! DING! DING!
The two 18-year-old girls quickly stride towards each other,
raising their fists as they walk.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd explodes as the two teenagers pound each other
with face punches and body blows. The
frenzied fist fight continues for a few seconds, then Samantha starts to
stumble backward. Before she gets
far, Harmony reaches forward and grabs
the waistband at the front of her plaid cotton panties, hauling her back into
the fight.
CRACK!!!
A vicious uppercut throws Samantha violently onto her
back. She hits the canvas hard and bounces
a little, then quickly rolls over and scampers away on her hands and knees.
“KILL HER!”
“YOU GOT HER! FINISH HER!”
Harmony just looks
down at her foe and waits patiently while she crawls over to the ropes and uses
them to pull herself back to her feet. Samantha wobbles a little, then wipes
some blood off her chin. Harmony raises
her fists, beckoning the young brunette to come back in and continue fighting. After a few seconds, Samantha starts to move
back towards the center of the ring where her opponent is waiting. She raises her fists.
THUD! THUD THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A frenzied exchange of blows takes place, and suddenly the
two fighters lock up in an embrace while they each try to catch their
breath. They stagger around the ring for
a few seconds, holding each other around the waist.
“UNGH!” Harmony
grunts in pain as Samantha buries a punch in her midsection.
“WHUMP!” Harmony
knees Samantha in the crotch, lifting her off her feet for a second. She doesn’t fall, but grabs into Harmony’s
hair with both hands and yanks down hard.
Harmony falls to her ass, but immediately lands a kick up into
Samantha’s crotch again as soon as she hits the canvas. Samantha drops to her butt and the two
fighters regard each other for a second, then simultaneously pounce, locking up
in a bear hug on their knees.
The crowd is getting excited.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT!”
The two girls each grab panties in one hand and hair in the
other and struggle to force the other to the canvas. Finally, they both topple over and begin
rolling across the ring, over and over. Neither girl able to gain a mount for
more than a second before being flipped back over. Each girl grunting and groaning as they
tumble from one side of the ring to the other, then back again.
Suddenly Samantha is on top, and manages to blast Harmony in
the face with a savage punch.
SPLAT!!!
Harmony spits out blood and one tooth. She is dazed.
Samantha has a good opportunity, but she is weakened. Instead of pressing the advantage she pins
Harmony and tries to adjust to a more dominating straddling mount.
“I got you now bitch!
I GOT YOU N-AAAKKK!!!”
Harmony snags a handful of Samantha’s hair and yanks her
backward. The inexperienced 18-year-old
fighter tumbles backward onto the canvas, off her foe. As soon as she hits the ground Harmony lands
a heel right into her already tenderized crotch.
SPLAT!
“UNNNGH!!!” Samantha
doubles over in pain, clutching at her freshly wounded vagina. She rolls over into a fetal position. Harmony scoots backward, breathing heavily
and rubbing her face where Samantha punched her. She’s going to have a nasty black eye
there. She gets to the ropes and pulls
herself up. Samantha is moaning in
agony. Her vagina has taken a severe
pounding.
“YOU GOT HER NOW
HARMONY! PUT THAT SLUT OUT OF HER
MISERY!”
“YEAH! KILL! KILL! KILL!”
Harmony stalks slowly towards her injured foe. She reaches down, grabs a handful of brown
hair, and starts to pull her up to her feet.
“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”
Samantha is crying. Her
confidence seems to have expired.
Harmony keeps one hand buried in her hair and sinks the other one into
the front of her panties, grabbing a handful of pubes.
“AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!”
Samantha shrieks as she is hauled over to one of the turnbuckles by two
types of hair.
“UNGH!” She grunts as
she is roughly tossed into the corner.
Harmony quickly climbs up onto the ropes, facing her, using her crotch
and chest to pin her squirming foe tightly into the corner.
“AAAAHHH!!!”
Harmony’s eyes widen as suddenly her opponent digs her claws deep into
her soft round breasts. She grabs
Samantha’s hands futilely as blood streams down the sides of her breast
mounds. Samantha is now like a cornered,
wounded animal, fighting for her life.
THUD!
A head butt from the raven haired Harmony knocks Samantha
out cold and her head lolls back lifelessly against the top turnbuckle. Her arms drop to their sides. Harmony, however, is also almost
unconscious. She rests there on top of
her prey for a couple minutes, gasping for breath, both girls’ sweaty slender
bodies quivering in agony. Blood streams
down from the mangled fighters and forms a common pool at their feet.
The crowd begins to get restless. They want more violence.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
FIGHT!”
Finally, Harmony moans as she seems to get a second wind.
“Unnnggghhh.”
She hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, clambering up
and over her opponent’s limp body. She
lifts one leg over Samantha’s shoulder and the top rope, then the other,
comfortably mounting her and pinning her tight into the turnbuckles.
“KILL! KILL! KILL!
KILL!”
Harmony takes hold of a handful of brown hair with her left
hand and winds up with her right. She holds
her foe’s head up slightly, then drops a punch savagely down into her upturned
face.
SPLAT!
Blood splatters in all directions and Samantha’s arms and
legs jerk once before dropping down and dangling again, her ass firmly secure
on the middle turnbuckle.
Harmony rests for another minute. She looks down at her own mangled boobs and
wipes some blood off them, then continues climbing up over the top turnbuckle,
resting her crotch down on top of Samantha’ upturned face, holding her tightly
by the hair.
“YEAH!!! SNUFF THAT
BITCH!! SNUFF HER!!!”
Samantha’s arms and legs begin twitching violently, then
less, then less., then they fall limp again. Harmony lifts up her crotch for a
couple seconds, waits for her victim to start twitching again, then clamps down
again. She does this several times. She really seems to be getting off on
tormenting her clearly defeated opponent.
Finally, she climbs down off her cornered unconscious foe. It’s the first time I’ve seen Harmony fight
like this. Usually she’s a fists and
feet fighter, but she seems to be taking particular sexual pleasure out of
snuffing this girl out for good. I
wonder how long she’s going to keep it up.
Samantha appears to be finished for good, but only the electronic kill
monitor knows if she her heart is still beating or not. The bell has not rung. Suddenly Harmony climbs slowly down off her
mount, hops onto the canvas, and backs up about a foot. She examines her work, then backs up to her
beaten adversary, reaches back and grabs her by the head, then flips her over
her shoulder so her victim lands spread eagled on the canvas with a loud thud
like a wet rag doll. Samantha’s limp
body bounces once and comes to rest, arms and legs spread out wide. The fight is clearly over. I wonder how Harmony is going to make her
kill.
She places her foot on Samantha’s neck.
“BREAK HER NECK!! DO HER! DO HER!”
But the raven haired fighter simply raises her arms in a
victory pose. After a few seconds she
reaches down, grabs one of Samantha’s ankles, and drags her to the edge of the
ring, climbs out, drags her over the side of the apron, then out of the arena
and out into the middle corridor, towards the emergency med center. I follow behind, curious what Harmony is up
to.
She drags Samantha’s limp body into the med center, where
nurses immediately crouch down to examine the mangled brunette.
“Fix this skank up and put a collar on her. I need a slave.”
The Harmony turns around and grabs me, kissing me as she
grinds her pelvis against mine.
“Now I’ll be able to take those two whores on in a fair
fight.” (She is clearly referring to
Desiree and Tiffany, who pulled a surprise bedroom double team attack on her a
couple weeks ago.)
Outside, in the arena, the crowd has fallen silent, then
boos and hisses as the lights come on, illuminating the stands and indicating
the last fight of the evening has indeed taken place. There is a lot of grumbling as the spectators
file out.
It was still a good fight, but they were hoping to witness
another violent kill.
I wake up early in the morning as usual and Harmony is still sound asleep, resting up from her exhausting battle. I let myself out into the bright morning.
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