I arrive at The Poison Lair shortly before midnight. I feel nervous about the next bout, as one of
my favorite girls is about to enter into the fight of her life against an opponent
I’m not sure she can beat, and here it is my duty to remain impartial until the
final bell is rung and one of these two girls is lying dead on the canvas.
This fight has been brewing for a couple years now. The first time I saw these girls square off
was at the Bloody Mattress in the spring of 2474 and Trish absolutely ANNIHILATED
Harmony. Then, a couple nights ago, the
two went at it in Harmony’s bedroom not once, not twice but three separate
times. I had gone home with Harmony
after she won an easy victory over Luna at the Junior Fight Ring. As usual she had turned on the red light and
it was Trish who answered the challenge.
They fought savagely for nearly 20 minutes before Harmony finally
dropped Trish to the floor with a beautiful uppercut. She left her laying spread eagled at the foot
of the bed and climbed on top of me for victory sex. In the wee hours of the morning Harmony was
suddenly yanked off of me by her hair and another brutal fight ensued. This time it was Harmony lying unconscious on
the floor while Trish fucked me. In the
morning Trish slapped Harmony awake and taunted her with her fists, begging for
a third round. Harmony got up, adjusted
the waist band of her panties, and the two young women engaged in an EPIC
brawl. At the end of it Harmony was
carted off to the hospital and Trish fucked me once more in Harmony’s bed.
Harmony got out of the hospital this morning and immediately
challenged Trish to a fight to the death at Midnight. Trish happily accepted, and here we are,
minutes from the opening bell of what couple very well be Harmony’s last
bout. The butterflies in my stomach are
going crazy as I wait for the match to begin.
Finally the Executioner climbs through the ropes with her megaphone.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!!! ARE YOU READY FOR A DEATH MATCH!?!”
The crowd erupts into joyful cheers and applause. This is what the women of Green Tower City
live for. I take another drink from my
cocktail to try to calm my nerves.
“NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH
PANTIES……HARMONY!!!”
My raven haired warrior woman strolls calmly down the aisle
towards the ring. She stops to straddle
me in my chair, kissing me long and hard while the crowd chants her name. She dry humps me for a second but is very careful
to make sure she doesn’t cum in her fighting panties. She dismounts me, gives me a wink, and climbs
through the ropes to go to her corner.
“HARMONY IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 26 WINS, 6 LOSSES AND 6 KILLS!!!”
The crowd cheers enthusiastically. Harmony relaxes against the turnbuckles in
her corner.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE MOTTLED ORANGE PANTIES…..TRISH!!!”
The crowd erupts into frenzied cheering as the pig tailed brawler
strolls confidently down the aisle. She
also straddles me in my chair for a make out session while Harmony glares at
us.
“This bitch is finished.”
Trish says as she climbs off me and hops up onto the side of the
ring. Harmony takes a couple steps out
of her corner as Trish climbs through the ropes and the Executioner puts up a
warning hand. No fighting before
the bell will be tolerated, but these two
girls clearly can’t wait to get their hands on each other. Trish walks dangerously close to Harmony’s
corner as she makes her way to her own spot on the opposite side of the
ring. Harmony takes another step forward
and Trish seductively swaggers her hips.
If the Executioner wasn’t there they would go at it right now. They will get their chance soon enough though
and Trish finally walks over to her corner, turns, and relaxes against the
padded turnbuckles.
“TRISH IS 24 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 117 WINS….14 LOSSES….AND 26 KILLS!!!”
Trish’s record is pretty impressive. I hope her kill count isn’t about to go up by
one. I glance at Harmony who is staring
wide eyed at her adversary. Her perfect
round breasts rise and fall as she sucks in deep breaths of air, preparing
herself mentally for the battle she is about to engage in.
“ALL RIGHT LADIES….APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING AND STAND
CHEST TO CHEST! NO ATTACKS!!!”
Slowly Harmony and Trish walk towards each other and press
their breasts together. They glare into
each other’s eyes as their chests rise and fall. The tension in the packed arena is palpable.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS?”
“YES!” The two girls shout
without hesitation.
“RETURN TO YOUR CORNERS AND WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!”
They back away from each other, never taking their eyes off
one another as they back into their corners.
The arena falls eerily silent as the seconds until fight time tick
away.
DING!
DING! DING!
Harmony and Trish charge out of their corners at each other.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd goes wild as the two young women pummel each other
in the center of the ring. Blood peppers
the air and both girls are hurt. The frenzied
fist fight continues for a full minute before Harmony and Trish collapse into
each other in a staggering bear hug.
“GASP! GASP! GASP! YOU FUCKING SLUT!”
“OOOhhhhhh….you’re fucking DEAD WHORE!!!”
“UNGH…”
“OOohhhhhh…”
PLUD!!! Trish gives Harmony a knee to the crotch. She winces in pain from the blow then quickly
returns the hit.
PLUD!!! They immediately
collapse into each other again and stumble about. They grab each other’s waistbands with one
hand, then reach up for hair with the other.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony
lets out a sharp cry of pain. Trish seems
to be wearing her down.
“GAH!!!” Trish lets
out a surprised shriek as Harmony gives her pigtails a nasty tug. Her knees buckle but suddenly she releases
Harmony’s hair and slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!! Harmony stumbles
away and drops to her knees. Trish drops
to her butt. They immediately lunge
forward and lock up again, now hugging each other on their knees.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony
groans.
“OOOOHhhhhhhh” Trish
moans.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants. Trish raises one nee and suddenly the girls
topple over. Trish is on top. She slaps a fist down into Harmony’s exposed
belly.
THUD!!!
THUD!!! A punch to the face.
Harmony’s legs jerk once and she flails about, trying to get Trish off
her.
THUD!!! Another punch to the face and Harmony goes limp. Trish sits on her prey and takes large baps
of breath as she surveys her surroundings.
Finally she stands up slowly. My
heart sinks. She could clearly finish
Harmony off with one well placed stomp. She
circles her foe slowly, pondering how to proceed. Suddenly she gives the unconscious Harmony a
swift crotch stomp.
THUD!! Harmony’s body jerks and she rolls over onto her
belly. She pukes. Trish give her a doggy style cunt punt.
THUD!!! More puke and blood splatter the canvas in front of
Harmony’s face. Her eyes are wide with
terror. She is in trouble. She might be outmatched tonight. Trish reaches down and grabs her by the
hair.
“GET UP!” Trish
shouts as she hauls the quivering girl up to her feet by the hair.
THUD!!! Harmony nails her with a punch to the gut. Trish loses her grip and stumbles back a
couple steps. Harmony almost falls back down
but manages to remain standing. She
steps forward and slaps Trish in the face.
CRACK!!!
Trish is sent staggering backward towards the ropes. Harmony moves in on her, grabs both her pig tails
and brings a knee up into her crotch.
THUD!!!
Trish winces in agony and jumps forward, wrapping her arms
and legs around Harmony’s body. The
raven haired fighter isn’t expecting this but she quickly wraps her arms around
Trish’s butt, holding her up. She then
drives her foe into the corner of the ring.
THUD!! The ropes shake with the impact of the two girls slamming
into the turnbuckle. Trish is limp
against the corner. Harmony steps up
onto the bottom rope. She’s going for a
corner mount.
“AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!” Harmony shrieks in agony when Trish suddenly
grabs her by the crotch and gives her womanhood a squeeze and a twist. She drops to her butt, rubbing her
crotch. Trish drops off the ropes and
lands on her hands and knees in front of Harmony.
“YOU FUCKING CUNT!”
Trish howls and scrambles towards Harmony, who scoots away on her butt
as quick as she can. Trish lunges
forward but Harmony manages to get a foot up in the air that connects with Trish’s
face. She topples to the canvas on her
back, covering her face. Harmony turns
over and quickly crawls to the opposite side of the ring. She grabs the ropes and pulls herself up to
her feet, then turns to survey her foe, who is on the opposite side of the ring
now, also using the ropes to pull herself up. Both of them glisten with sweat. Blood is dripping from their faces and splatters
of it are all over the light gray canvas.
They get to their feet and suck in huge gasps. Then they begin to walk the perimeter of the
ring, still holding the top rope and keeping each other on the opposite side of
the ring.
The tension in the arena mounts.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
With mutual shrugs if determination Harmony and Trish
finally stagger towards the center of the ring.
They raise their fists and start to circle. Neither of them is underestimating the other anymore. They both look a little scared now. They make a full rotation with their fists
up. Then another. They start in on a third rotation then
Harmony suddenly steps forward and throws a jab at Trish’s face.
SWISH!! Trish ducks under the blow and nails Harmony in the
face with a straight jab that smashes her nose.
Blood sprays the air.
“UNGH!” Harmony groans
and stumbles back.. Trish steps back
then forward, then suddenly spins and throws a high kick, connecting with the side
of Harmony’s head.
THUD!!! Harmony spits
a fresh spray of crimson up into the lights as her head is thrown back. She drops onto her back with a thud.
THUD!!! Her back hits first and her arms and legs
follow. She’s twitching. Trish drops to her hands and knees,
takes couple deep breaths, then crawls
towards her prone enemy. She raises a
knee and mounts her.
CRACK!!! She slaps Harmony in the face. Harmony’s legs twitch but she remains limp.
CRACK!!! Another face slap. Trish wants to punish her some
more before finishing her off.
CRACK!!! Harmony
twitches.
CRACK!!! Trish slowly
begins to stand up over her prey again, pulling her up by the hair. Holding her head a couple feet off the
canvas, she gives her a rapid series of slaps.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
PLUD!!! Harmony suddenly swings an arm up and punches Trish
square in the crotch.
“OOF!!!” The pig tailed
girl’s eyes widen and she loses her grip on Harmony’s hair. She staggers back, covering her wounded
womanhood. Harmony crawls a few feet away then struggles
to her feet. The girls rush towards each
other.
PLAP!!! Their sweaty bodies slap together in the center of
the ring and they again grab each other by the hair and waistbands.
“UNGH!!!” Harmony moans.
“OOOOHHHHHH!” Trish
groans. Their crotches grind together as
they tug and pull, trying to yank each other down but still holding each other
close.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd chants.
PLUD!!! The girls drop to their butts, still holding each
other by the hair and waistbands. Trish
wraps her legs around Harmony’s midsection and the raven haired girl does the same. They topple over onto their sides, still
wrapped around each other. They let go
of each other’s panties and go for two handed hairpulls.
“OOOhhhhh GOD!!! OOOOhhhhhhh!!!” Harmony moans loudly.
“OOOOhhh you fucking cunt!
OhhhhhhhHHHHH!!!” Trish moans
loudly. They roll over. Harmony is on top. She bucks her pelvis, slamming her crotch
into Trish’s. They both grunt in
pain. She does it again.
THUD!!!
Harmony then raises
her body up and drops it back into her opponent. Trish’s arms and legs jerk and go limp, but
the impact takes a toll on Harmony as well.
She raises again for another.
THUD!!! Trish jerks. Harmony
rolls off and onto her back, gasping for air.
Blood is EVERYWHERE. Trish lies
there twitching.
“YOU GOT HER HARMONY!
FINISH HER!!!” I think to
myself. I really want to cheer Harmony
on but that is strictly against the rules of etiquette. Trish twitches a little more. She is coming to. Harmony doesn’t seem to notice. Trish sits up and starts to crawl towards
Harmony. Harmony sees her finally and
lunges forward. Their bodies slap together
as they once again lock up in another kneeling bear hug.
“OOOhhhhh!” The girls
both let out a low grumbling groan that blends together into one expression of
exhausted determination. I wonder how
much longer this violent brawl can possibly last.
“GUH!!!” Trish is
getting up, and has Harmony by the hair and waistband, pulling her up with her.
“I’m gonna finish you off now.” Trish says.
Harmony gives her a crotch rake.
“AAAK!” Trish lets
out a squeal of pain but doesn’t lose her grip.
Instead she takes Harmony and rushes her across the ring towards a
turnbuckle.
PLUD!! The ring shakes as Trish slams Harmony’s face into
the top turnbuckle. She holds her up by the hair, not letting her fall, and
hauls her back for another blow.
THUD!!! This time she
lets Harmony bounce off the turnbuckle and flop onto her back. She quickly stomps her in the crotch.
PLUD!!! Harmony’s body lurches and goes limp. Trish grabs her by the ankles and drags her
to the center of the ring, positioning her so her crotch is facing me, she lets
Harmony’s legs drop heavily to the canvas.
Harmony is completely at Trish’s mercy now, spread eagles and out cold
at her feet. She slowly circles her
victim, her breasts rising and falling as she takes in big lungfuls of
air. She circles her twice, then stoops
over her face and arcs her open palm way back.
CRACK!!!
CRACK!!!
CRACK!!!
Harmony twitches and spits out a fresh spray of blood. Trish arcs her back and stands tall over her
victim.
“TIME TO DIE BITCH!”
She raises her right foot up in the air, her heel pointed right at
Harmony’s throat. She’s going to finish
her with a throat stomp. I want to look
away but I can’t.
THUD!!! Harmony
suddenly lands a kick right up into Trish’s exposed crotch.
“UNGH” The pig tailed
woman squawks in agony and stumbles back, rubbing her vagina. Harmony rolls
onto her belly and starts squirming away.
Trish staggers all the way back into the ropes and doubles over. She vomits over the edge of the ring. Harmony is at the edge of the ring. She is clutching at the edge, trying to pull
herself out of the ring. Trish finally
straightens up and strolls over to her.
She reaches down and grabs her by the hair. Again she pulls Harmony’s dead weight up by
the hair.
CRACK!! Harmony gets a face slap in, and then a frenzied
exchange of punches takes place.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
After a couple seconds of pummeling they again lock up in a
bear hug. I don’t know how either of
them still have any fight left. They moan
and groan loudly as they stagger around the ring, clutching each other around
the midsection.
“AAAIIIIEEEEEE!” Both
girls shriek in pain as they simultaneously reach forward and give each other savage
crotch rakes. The lock up is broken and they both fall to
their butts, rubbing their crotches.
“BITCH!!!” Harmony howls.
“WHORE!!!” Trish
responds. They sit there for a couple
quick seconds, rubbing their wounded crotches.
Then finally they begin to circle each other on their hands and
knees. What a fight this is turning
into! Slowly, methodically, they circle
each other like a couple of jungle cats about to fight over a scrap of
meat. They both seem reluctant to continue
at this point, but this fight will only end one way. As they begin their third slow rotation, the
crowd can no longer bottle their anticipation.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
I see Harmony taking long ragged breaths. I don’t think I have ever seen her this
scared. Trish is also breathing heavily
and seems worried. Finally they crawl
towards each other.
THUD!!! Harmony punches Trish in the face.
THUD! Trish punches Harmony in the face. The remain on their knees. Both girls wipe away some blood, then another
flurry of blows occurs.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splatters everywhere and they again lock up in a kneeling hug. The
moans of pain and exhaustion from the fighters is loud enough to be heard over
the din of cheers from the crowd. One or
both of them could simply collapse dead at any moment it seems. They move forward, pressing their bellies and
crotches together. Both girls are openly
sobbing in pain and fear now.
“OOOhhhh GOD!!! OHHHHHHhhhhh…”
“….fucking….ungh….cunt….ungh…you’re….ungh…..dead…..OOOhhhhhh…”
“GLACK!” Suddenly Trish has her fingers coiled around Harmony’s
neck. She’s going to strangle her. I know this is a personal weakness of Harmony’s
and again my stomach turns in anticipation of Harmony’s demise. Trish starts to rise, her fingers tight
around Harmony’s throat. Harmony grabs
at Trish’s wrists desperately but she is losing the battle! Trish is almost to her feet.
PLUD!!! Harmony collapses backward and Trish stays right on
top of her, mounting her at the crotch.
Harmony’s legs kick and writhe. This could be it for her.
“TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH! TRISH!” The bloodthirsty crowd chants the name of the
impending victress.
“GURK!!!” With a
sudden look of surprise Trish lets out a squawk of pain. Harmony has grabbed her by the throat and now
the two young women are in a strangulation fight. Trish still has the advantage in more ways than
one. She is on top. She is stronger, and the leather choker she
wears around her throat is a good defense against strangulation. Harmony’s legs kick and writhe. I feel sorry for her. I think this is over.
“GAAAKKK!!” But
suddenly Trish sprays a mouthful of blood up into the lights and her eyes
widen. Harmony has managed to get her
thumbs under the pig tailed fighter’s leather choker! Trish is in trouble! She lets go of Harmony’s throat and makes a
grab for her attacker’ hands. Now it is
Trish whose legs kick and flop uselessly as the life is choked out of her.
“Get her Harmony! GET
HER!!!” I think to myself. Trish is coughing and kicking. Her face is turning red. Her eyes bulge….
THUD! And Trish’s
arms and legs flop to the simultaneously drop to the canvas.
DING!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!”
The crowd roars it’s approval. My heart is thumping out of my chest. Harmony did it! She continues to straddle her victim for
several long minutes while she catches her breath. She looks surprised at her own victory. The crowd begins to chant her name.
“HAR-MOH-MEE!!!
HAR-MOH-NEE!!! HAR-MOH-NEE!”
Slowly my raven haired warrior girl struggles to her feet
over her defeated adversary. Trish’s body
occasionally gives a reflexive jerk as more blood pours out of her, forming
puddles on the canvas near her head.
Harmony places one foot on her face, turning it to the side as she
raises he arms and flexes for a victory pose.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….WITH HER SEVENTH KILL……HARMONY!!!!”
“HAR-MOH-NEE!
HAR-MOH-NEE! HAR-MOH-NEE!”
I stand up out of my seat, not even trying to hide the huge
boner I have. I climb through the ropes
and approach the victorious fighter, who has her arms out for me. She holds her victory pose while we make out,
and soon she collapses against me, completely out of steam.
“Don’t forget your trophy” I whisper into her ear. Harmony reaches down, lifts one of Trish’s
legs and yanks her panties off by the crotch before letting the dead girl’s leg
drop heavily back to the canvas. Another
trophy to add to Harmony’s growing collection of panties tacked up over the
headboard of her bed. I put my arm
around Harmony’s waist, running my finger along the waistband of her fuzzy fighting
panties as I help her out of the ring.
We are going to lock the door and have a quiet evening
celebrating her victory together.
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