Brandi vs. Missy
(The Mat Room)
At last it is time to watch Brandi’s first fight of the day. She looks really good in her corner of the
room. No trace of the beating she took
from Beth a few days ago is left on her cute dimpled freckly face, and it was
after all a SAVAGE beating. But of
course the plastic surgeons in Green Tower City are the best anywhere
throughout all of history. More than
anything she looks anxious to fight.
Anxious to prove herself to me. I
see her nipples harden when I enter the room and she looks at me and
smiles. I look at the opposite corner to
see who her opponent is. It’s another
red head, the curly haired Missy. One of
my favorite Fangirls, in fact. This is
going to be a juicy fight, but if I’m being honest I know Missy doesn’t stand a
chance.
As soon as I sit down the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
Brandi and Missy waste no time with circling. They charge right into the center of the
room, fists up.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
A brutal exchange of face punches ensues. It goes on for nearly twenty seconds and both
girls are bloodied before they collapse into a desperate bear hug. Missy is forcing Brandy towards the wall.
“GAAAAK!!!” Missy’s
eyes suddenly widen as Brandi administers a swift upward crotch rake. Missy lets go of her embrace and stumbles
back,
PLUD!
And takes a knee to the crotch, dropping her to her ass.
CRACK!!! Brandi swings her right foot up, catching Missy
right below the jaw sending her flat on her back. She is out.
Brandi crotch drops onto Missy’s belly and slithers up a
couple inches, right below the ko’d girl’s breasts, then reaches forward with
her left hand and grabs a handful of Missy’s red curls. She hauls her head up a few inches of the
mattress, cocks her right fist.
CRACK!!! Missy’s head
is driven straight down into the mat.
Her body gives an involuntary jerk and Brandi cocks her fist again.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
Brandi stops in mid punch, and looks about, her chest
heaving up and down from the exertion and excitement. The warning bell has been rung. She has won the fight and her opponent is
near death.
CRACK! Brandi administers
a wild face slap to Missy that makes her body start twitching and her eyes
flutter, as if to open. A thin pathetic
gurgling noise hisses through her lips as her legs jerk up and down
spasmodically on the mat. Brandi sits
and waits.
“Guuurrrrk?” finally
an almost recognizable sound creeps out of the mangled red head’s mouth.
PLUD!!!
And she is dropped limp to the mat again with one final
blow. Brandi stands slowly, poises a
foot as if to make a final killing blow (which at this point would definitely
be judged a dirty kill and therefore be illegal) and suddenly places it
gingerly in the middle of Missy’s chest and raises her arms.
DING! DING! DING!
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER:
BRANDI!!!”
I enter the room and Brandi collapses into my arms, suckling
desperately at my neck, which gives me warm chills. Oh I missed fucking this fiery red head. Leaving her left foot planted firmly in the
middle of Missy’s chest, she suddenly lifts her right foot up and wraps her leg
around the top of my buttocks, then an instant later does the same with
her leg, so I am supporting her whole
weight. I walk her over to the door to
the tiny Trophy Room and carry her through the threshold, dropping her eager
lithe body onto the small mattress with a quiet thud. She spreads her legs quickly and I mount
her. She reaches down and swiftly pulls
her fighting panties down enough for me to slip my member in. We fuck savagely and cum quickly.
“I WANT ANOTHER FIGHT!” She screams as we Missy’s body is being drug
out of the fighting chamber, on her way to the hospital. I’m not surprised that Brandi is unsatisfied
and we head out into the Outer City together in search of another fight.
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