After breakfast, I
head over to The Bloody Mattress, where I have heard that Dana is taking on a new
challenger in a fight to the death. I
get there pretty early so I have plenty of time to get to my cage side seat
before the rest of the venue is packed full of rowdy bloodthirsty women all
anxious to see a death match. About five
minutes to noon the loudspeaker crackles into life.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL!!! WELCOME TO THE BLOODY MATTRESS!!!”
The crowd gives its
usual cheer.
“TODAY’S BOUTS WILL
START OFF WITH A HIGH NOON DEATH MATCH!!!!”
The crowd cheers
again, this time much louder. The CityModerator has to walk the perimeter of the cage to warn the spectators back
behind the barrier. (Besides the City
Moderator, only I am allowed inside the outer barrier that surrounds the small
ten by ten chain link cage.)
“NOW APPROACHING THE
FIGHTING CAGE….IN THE YELLOW SPECKLED PANTIES…..DANA!!!”
The crowd cheers
again as the well known red haired brawler strolls calmly down the aisle
towards the fighting cage. She is an
Outer City regular and has made MANY kills here at The Bloody Mattress. She walks over and climbs into my lap,
kissing me to the delight of the sold out venue.
“You came to watch
me take another bitch’s panties for my Trophy Wall, baby?” She coos between make out sessions. After a couple minutes the moderator walks
over and puts her hand on Dana’s shoulder, indicating it’s time to enter the
cage.
“Keep it hard for me
baby!” Dana says as she lifts her leg to
dismount me. She steps into the cage and
walks over to the opposite side of the mattress where she meticulously adjusts
the elastic at her legs and waist, making sure her panties fit perfectly
against her supple thighs.
“DANA IS 18 YEARS
OLD!!! HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 52 WINS…12 LOSSES….AND 10 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers
loudly for the young woman who calmly stands there with her hands on her hips,
waiting for her challenger.
“AND NOW …..APPROACHING
THE CAGE….IN THE PINK PANTIES…..BETH!!!”
“OHhhhhh…” I think to myself. “This could get interesting.” I saw this girl quickly dispatch an older and
much more experienced woman named Holly in the Outer City several days ago at
an illegal venue called The Hole, located right on the border of the Slums
where the City Mods never bother to patrol.
She made that kill quickly and
without breaking a sweat. It occurs to
me that Dana may have bitten off more than she can chew this time.
The young blonde
walks calmly down the aisle to a mostly quiet crowd. A couple people yell out insults but for the
most part there is little reaction as the pony tailed girl in simple pink
panties approaches the cage. She doesn’t
come over to me but turns and gives me a wink and blows me a kiss before stepping
into the cage and up onto the small mattress on which one of these two young
women will soon be dead.
“BETH IS 18 YEARS
OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST OUTER CITY FIGHT!!!”
“It’s going to be
your LAST fight whore!” Dana snarls at
her from across the brand new, currently unsoiled fighting cushion. Beth just stares at her without any apparent
emotion.
“ALL RIGHT GIRLS…STEP
FORWARD AND PRESS BREASTS! NO ATTACKS!!!”
The fighters
immediately comply, taking about 2 steps each before they are smashing their
round soft breasts together and glaring into each other’s eyes.
“THIS MATCH IS A
FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS?”
“YES!” Dana and Beth both respond at the same time.
“RETURN TO YOUR
SIDES OF THE MATTRESS! WHEN THE BELL
RINGS……FIGHT!”
They take their two
steps back and stand there stoically while they wait for battle. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. There’s nothing like the tension that builds
before a fight, especially when it’s to the death. I don’t know much about Beth, but I do know
that Dana does not take slaves, so most likely this will indeed be a fight to
the finish.
11:59:57…
11:59:58…
11:59:59…
DING! DING! DING!
POP!!!! The impact makes a sickening sound like a
balloon popping.
“AAAAAAAGH!!!” Dana shrieks and drops to her knees, Beth quickly steps up, grabs her pony tail to
keep her head up, and drills her in the face with three savage punches.
THAP! THAP! THAP!!! Blood sprinkles the mattress. Dana’s arms are already hanging limply at her
sides. The crowd is murmuring in
confusion. Nobody expected it to go like
this. Beth pulls the barely conscious red
head forward a bit, so that she herself is almost at the edge of the
mattress. She brutally lifts a knee up
into Dana’s already mangled face.
THUD!!! Dana flops
backward, her body spread out all over the mattress, arms and legs already
splayed out limply. Beth pounces on her
and goes to work with both fists.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
For the first few
seconds Dana’s legs kick and writhe as she takes the nasty pummeling. This is when the crowd begins to cheer on the
newcomer.
“YEAH!!!!”
“FINISH HER!!!”
“KILL! KILL! KILL!
KILL! KILL!”
Beth doesn’t slow
down or stop. She continues pounding
away with both fists in a rhythmic measured fashion. This is no fight at all. It’s just a beating.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Dana’s legs stop
kicking and lay flat on the mattress. An
occasional twitch is the only response now as the face pounding goes on and on.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters all
over one side of the mattress, soaking deep into the cushion. As this is only the first fight of the day,
this mattress is certain already to fetch a high price at tomorrow morning’s
mattress auction, and will no doubt be soggy with every manner of bodily fluid
by then. Still the pounding continues.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
I notice a few teeth
floating around in the puddles of blood now.
Beth neither slows down nor speeds up, continuing to administer a steady
drum beat of punches. Dana is completely
limp now, though every few seconds her body gives a slight reflexive
twerk.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING! DING! DING!
It’s over. At the sound of the kill bell, Beth
immediately ceases the beating and sits up on her mount, taking a few deep
breaths as the crowd goes wild for her.
“BETH! BETH! BETH!
BETH! BETH! BETH!”
Slowly the
victorious blonde rises up to her feet.
She places one foot gingerly on Dana’s lifeless belly. She raises her fists, dripping with blood,
showing off her tight perfectly rounded muscles.
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..WITH
HER FIRST MATTRESS KILL……BETH!!!!”
Beth then points at
me and gives me the “Come Hither” motion, licking her lips. I get up out of my chair, making no attempt
to conceal my rock hard boner. (What’s the
point?) I enter the cage, step up onto
the mattress, and Beth pulls me into her by the front of my pants, still holding
her victory pose. The crowd’s frenzied
cheering intensifies as the young blonde warrior pulls me down and into her in
front of everyone.
We finish quickly,
both of us clearly intensely turned on by the extreme violence that has just
taken place. Beth pulls her pink cotton
panties back up, snatches Dana’s off by the crotch, and makes her way out of
the cage without another word.
“So…..that happened.” I think to myself as I try to decide where to
go next.
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