Mia vs. Sandra
(The Hellfire Club)
I’m sitting at a booth having breakfast at one of my favorite Outer City Diners when Doctor Green tells me some interesting news. I have received an invitation to the mysterious Hellfire Club, which is one of the few places in the city I have not yet visited. The note is unsigned, but asks that I show up at 10:00 am sharp if I would like to witness a rare fight to the death between two feuding mistresses. As usual I am expected to reward the winner of this fatal brawl with sexual intercourse. This is an exciting prospect as mistresses of The Hellfire Club rarely fight among themselves. Hellfire Club Mistresses follow a strict and mysterious code of conduct amongst themselves. They are women who have accumulated at least 2 slave girls and can pay the exorbitant Hellfire Club membership fees. Typically they have their slave girls fight each other in violent brawls, frequently to the death, and the mistresses bet on the outcomes.
I arrive at the giant mansion and two very quiet slave girls in simple white loin cloths greet me at the door and escort me through the foyer. Curious slave girls and mistresses, the former all wearing simple loin cloths and the latter decked out in their fancy Hellfire Outfits, peer at me from behind cracked open doors as I am escorted through the labyrinthine hallways of the giant Victorian style house. I hear excited murmuring everywhere I go. This is one of the few places in the city I don’t have open access to just wander around in, and I haven’t felt this nervous since the first time I set foot on New Japan over a year ago. Eventually we come to a set of large double doors, which are thrown open to reveal a stairway leading down and around the corner to the right. It is a giant winding stairway lite by torches on each side, much like what one would expect to find in an ancient castle. Apparently this is where the fights take place here.
I am brought down the stairs and into a large well lit room with white walls on all four sides. In the dead center of the room is a light blue fighting mat, about ten foot on each side. (Which makes it about half the size of the mat at Catfight Cavern.) I am then escorted to a nice reclining chair on side of the room. This seems to have been set up specifically for me to watch the fight, as there is little if any room in here for spectators. The slave girl leaves me there and for a few minutes I sit in my chair in the room alone, having absolutely no idea what I am going to witness here today. After a few minutes another slave girl walks in and offers me a tray of cheese and crackers, and a bottle of wine. I happily begin to indulge myself and she disappears again. After about ten minutes the door opens and a City Moderator walks into the room, wearing the usual white uniform of the city’s police force. She doesn’t acknowledge me in any way but goes to the opposite side of the room from which I am sitting and stands there quietly. The taciturn silence of the emotionless City Moderators always makes me a little uneasy, and this feeling is amplified by the fact that we are the only people in this room but thankfully it is only a couple minutes later when the door opens again and in walks Sandra, a brunette mistress who I have seen a couple times before. Today she has stripped off the rest of her “Mistress Gear” which consists of garters, thigh highs and high heels, and is wearing only her light blue fighting panties. She has one of her slaves with her, a blonde who is wearing matching panties as opposed to the usual slave girl uniform of a white loin cloth. Sandra is leading this girl into the room on a leash. The brunette sees me sitting in my chair and her face lights up. It is clear she didn’t know I was going to be there to watch this fight.
“Ooohhh. So this is going to be my trophy today?” She walks over to me and sits in my lap, kissing me. Then she steps up onto the fighting mat and goes to one corner of it. Her slave girl, crawling along on her hands and knees, goes to the corner of the room behind her mistress and sits on the floor there. Within a couple seconds the door opens and Sandra’s opponent walks in.
Her name is Mia and she wears yellow panties, as she has also left behind the rest of her usual “Mistress Attire.” Mia has shoulder length red hair and I wonder if her panties are a leftover of her Academy days. She also has a slave girl with her, and this one I actually know by name. Her name is Stachia. This explains why I haven’t seen the blonde jobber in some time. Mia walks over to me just as Sandra did and plops down in my lap for a quick make out session before stepping up onto the mattress and facing her foe. Stachia sits on the floor in the corner of the room behind her mistress, just as the other slave girl did.
“I’m going to mop up this mat with you slut!” Mia calls out to her adversary, smirking at her from the opposite side of the mat.”
“Yeah? We’ll see about that.” Sandra responds calmly. The Moderator walks up to the side of the mat. The two mistresses step out of their corners and step to the middle of their respective sides of the fighting mat. They glare at each other as the Moderator begins to speak.
“All right ladies. This is a fight to the death. As agreed, the winner will have her choice of taking both slaves, or making them fight to the death. Strict mat rules apply. Any attacks rendered off the mat will result in a 60 second double team allowance. Do you both agree to this death match?”
“YES!!!” Mia and Sandra respond instantly.
“Step towards each other. Stand breast to breast, but do not begin to attack until I say FIGHT.”
Slowly the two ladies step towards one another, one carefully placed bare foot at a time. They reach the center of the mat and press their breasts together while glaring furiously into each other’s eyes. Their chests rise and fall quickly as they breath deep, preparing for battle. The moderator lets the tension build for several minutes.
“READY!!”
“SET!!!”
Another long pause transpires.
“FIGHT!!!”
With a loud grunt both girls grab each other by the hair and begin to stumble around the mat.
THUD!!! Mia gets the first blow in with a knee to Sandra’s crotch. The brunette grunts and winces, then immediately returns the favor with a knee to Mia’s crotch.
THUD!!!
“OOohhhhh…” They groan and lock up in a tight bear hug. Their bodies sway back and forth, with their arms around each other’s midsections, then suddenly they both shift their grips so they have each other by the hair and waistbands, a maneuver I have seen so many times now I have been struggling to come up with a specific term for it. The moans intensify now as they continue to stumble back and forth all over the small blue fighting mat. The slave girls crouching in the corners of the room begin to cheer for their respective mistress. (I’m assuming they kind of have to.)
“GET HER MISTRESS SANDRA!!! GET HER!!!”
“COME ON MISTRESS MIA! YOU CAN TAKE THIS BITCH!!!”
Meanwhile the two fighters continue grunting, groaning and moaning as they move all over the mat, grasping each other tightly by the hair and panties.
“OOohhhhh….”
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”
“(GASP!) You fucking (GASP!) bitch (GASP!!!)”
CRACK!!! Mia suddenly lets of Sandra’s panties and gives the brunette a massive face slap. Sandra loses her grip and staggers back. Mia steps forward and plants a savage kick straight up into the bridge of her crotch.
PLUD!!!
“OOOOHHHHHH!!!!” Sandra cries out in pain and drops to her knees. Mia moves in quickly and gives her a knee to the face that drops her onto her back with a loud thud.
“YEAH!!! FINISH HER!!!” Her slave girl cries out. Mia dives towards her downed opponent, spreading her arms and legs out in the air before she drops, but Sandra rolls out of the way.
PLUD!!! Mia lands on her belly and has the wind knocked out of her. She rolls over to her side, wincing in pain. Her face turns pink as she struggles to catch her breath. Sandra is crawling away from the battle, but turns and plops onto her butt as soon as she reaches the edge of the mat. She gasps for air while she regards her opponent. When it looks like Mia is not going to be back in the fight right away she begins to crawl towards the curled up red head.
“LOOK OUT MIA!!!”
“UNGH?!” Mia finally sucks in a deep breath and rears up just as Sandra gets to her. The two mistresses lock up on in a hug on their hands and knees.
“UNGH!!!” They let out a mutual grunt as their sweaty almost nude bodies slap together. They immediately reach up and grab each other by the hair with both hands. They moan and grunt loudly as they tug and yank at each other’s hair. The slave girls continue to cheer on their respective mistresses from their corners. After several minutes the two fighters’ bodies separate, though they still have a firm grip on each other’s hair. They double over, their knees a couple feet apart. Sandra lets go with her right hand and punches Mia in the gut, still gripping her hair with her left hand.
THUD!!!
“OOohhhhh…” Mia moans and does the same thing.
THUD!!!
“OOOOOOOOohhhhoOOOOOhhhhh…” Sandra moans. They each take a couple deep breaths, then begin to exchange several belly punches, still on their knees and holding each other by the hair.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After several blows they lock up in another tight bear hug, moaning and groaning in pain and desperation. They sit like that for a few minutes, then Sandy reaches forward and delivers a swift back to front crotch rake.
“GAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Mia shrieks in pain and drops backward. She falls to her butt and reaches down to cover her wounded womanhood. Sandy quickly pounces on her and the two women hit the mat, arms and legs wrapped around each other. They roll back and forth across the fighting mat in a desperate struggle for the upper hand.
“GET HER SANDY!”
“COME ON MIA!!! GET ON TOP OF HER! GET ON TOP OF HER!!!”
After several minutes of frantic grappling, Mia begins to get the upper hand and manages to mount Sandy, straddling her at the crotch. She winds up a punch, but the brunette suddenly lunges forward, grabs the front of her yellow panties, and uses them to yank her into an uppercut.
THUD!!! Mia is tossed back and lands on her back with a loud thud. Sandy crawls away as Mia rolls over onto her belly and starts to squirm away. Sandy quickly gets to her feet, comes up behind the fleeing red head, and gives her a nasty little cunt punt that flips her pelvis in the air and drops it to the mat. (PLUD!!!)
“UNGH!!” Mia grunts in pain from the blow and continues to try to squirm away. She looks really scared and hurt now. Sandy patiently follows her. Mia is almost off the mat and it looks like she might intend to make a run for it. Sandy comes up behind her and raises a foot over the back of her head. The Moderator blows her whistle.
TWEEET!!!!
“SHE’S OFF THE MAT!!!” The grim faced referee warns, but Sandy ignores it and delivers a stomp, driving Mia face first into the concrete floor.
THUD!!! Mia’s arms and legs give a violent jerk before dropping limply to the mat and blood splatters the concrete floor. It looks like the blow might have killed her, which will not work out well for Sandy. Before I can register what is happening the Moderator is on the mat and gives the offending combatant a poke with her Tazer stick.
ZZZZZZZZZZT!
Sandy flops to the mat on her back, spread eagled and twitching. She will be completely paralyzed for at least 60 seconds. The moderator bends down over Mia’s face, gives her a couple light slaps, then reaches into her utility belt for a small capsule that she snaps under Mia’s nose. The red head immediately reacts, her body jerking as she coughs and groans while she is roughly brought back to consciousness.
“UUUNNNGH!?!?” She moans as she comes to. The moderator walks over to where Sandy is lying on her back twitching, and drags her to one corner of the mat by the feet, letting the stunned girl’s legs flop heavily to the canvas.
THUD!!! Sandy’s body twitches as the Moderator steps into the center of the mat. She raises her hands.
“RULE VIOLATION! OFF THE MAT HIT! 60 SECOND DOUBLE TEAM STARTING…….”
She points at Stachia who slowly gets up out of her corner and steps onto the mat, but holds her back with an upheld hand, indicating she must wait. Stachia regards the limp form of Sandy with grim determination and hops up and down on her heels, anxious to get her hands on the brunette. The moderator then turns her attention to the red head who is now sitting up and taking in the proceedings with a dazed look in her eyes. Blood is streaming down her face but she seems to be regaining her bearings. Mia shakes her head, giving her short red hair a toss as she clears the last of the cobwebs. At long last she starts to stand up.
“…..NOW!!!” The moderator calls out, while pressing a button on her wrist display, presumably setting a timer that will count down the 60 seconds allowed for double teaming. Stachia steps onto the mat and she and Mia walk over to where Sandy is lying on her back. The brunette is starting to come to as well, but Mia gives her a stomp to the belly and orders Stachia to grab her by the hair.
“Get that bitch up on her feet. Hold her! HOLD HER!”
Stachia moves behind the groaning Sandy and pins her arms back. Mia raises her fists.
THUD!!! She gives her a solid blow to the gut and Sandy winces in pain, spitting out a fresh spray of blood. Mia slugs her again.
THUD!!! Sandy drops to her knees.
“CAN I PUNCH HER MISTRESS MIA? PLEEEEEASE?!?!”
Mia moves behind Sandy and grabs her by the arms, lifting her back to her feet.
“All right. Fuck her up!” Mia says. Stachia moves in with both fists, pounding at the helpless brunette gleefully.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
TWEEEEET!!!! The whistle goes off shrilly.
“TIME’S UP! SLAVE GIRL OFF THE MAT!!!” Mia lets Sandy drop face first to the mat, where she lays groaning. Stachia immediately returns to her corner and sits down, knowing it would be very unwise to ignore the moderator’s instructions.
Mia makes eye contact with me.
“DO HER MIA!!! FINISH HER!!!”
Mia could easily dispatch her prey with a solid stomp to the back of the head right now, but instead she reaches down for a handful of hair. It seems she is not yet satisfied. I can’t even count how many times I have seen this lust for torture end up backfiring. Slowly she drags Sandy up to her feet by the hair, then slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!! Sandy twitches slightly but otherwise remains limp, hanging like dead weight by the hair from Mia’s grip. She slaps her again.
CRACK!!!
CRACK!!!!
“Come on! FIGHT!!!”
CRACK!!! This is the slap that does it. Sandy suddenly stiffens and with incredible swiftness throws a sold haymaker, connecting with the side of Mia’s chin with incredible force.
THUD!!!! Mia is tossed into the air and drops heavily to the canvas on her back.
THUD!!! Her arms and legs give a little jerk then fall limp. Sandy staggers back, almost stepping off the mat. Then she shakes her head and takes in her surroundings, seeming to notice her downed foe for the first time.
“YOU GOT HER MISTRESS SANDY!!! DO HER! DO HER! DO HER!!!!” The blonde slave girl in the light blue panties cries out. Stachia just crouches on her hands and knees, watching the fight intently.
Sandy slowly circles her spread eagled twitching enemy, much as Mia did to her a few minutes ago. She makes several slow circles around the unresponsive red head, the wheels in her head clearly turning as she decides on a fitting end for her hated foe. After several trips around the nearly finished Mia, she stops at her head, stands there for a second, then suddenly leaps high in the air, bringing her knees up towards her chin as she drops, crotch first right for Mia’s face.
Mia’s whole body lurches with the impact and goes limp. The moderator sounds the kill bell immediately.
DING! DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER! WITH A CLEAN KILL…..SANDY!!!”
Sandy slowly stands up, rubbing her crotch, which no doubt hurts after the savage finishing blow. She only takes about three seconds before she plants her foot firmly between Mia’s two lifeless breasts.
“I WON THE FIGHT!!!” She announces to the small group of spectators. I’m not entirely sure what the protocol here is supposed to be, but when I get up out of my seat and step up onto the mat to kiss the winner, nobody stops me. Sandy holds her victory pose while she pulls me in close, or lips locking together and tour tongues wrestling briefly as we make out. I wonder what is going to happen now with the slave girls. Sandra answers my silent question as she begins to bark orders to the two blonde girls. She points at her current slave.
“Get this bitches panties for my trophy wall.” The blonde slave girl immediately complies, running up onto the mat and pulling Mia’s yellow cotton panties off. She holds them inn her mouth while Sandy puts her slave leash back on. Then she addresses the moderator while pointing at Stachia.
“I claim this one as my slave.”
“As you wish.” The grim face moderator responds and pulls out what appears to be a scanning device of some kind. Sandy presses one finger on it, then the moderator offers it to Stachia, who does the same. A beep is heard, and apparently that is all that is needed for slave girl transfer. If Stachia makes any moves against her mistress now, a powerful electric jolt will issue from her slave collar, rendering her unconscious.
“Take her to the dorms. Ishmael and I are going to celebrate my kill.” Sandy instructs and the two slave girls crawl out of the room. It’s then that I notice the City Moderator has disappeared and it is just me, Sandy, and Mia’s dead naked body in the room. Sandy puts her arms around me and the next thing I know we are on the mat next to Mia’s spread eagled form, celebrating her victory.
My first experience at The Hellfire Club has been excellent.
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