THE HARMONY CHRONICLES CHAPTER TWO

 

CHAPTER TWO: HARMONY’S FIRST DEATH MATCH

“OOoooohhhhhhh…”  Misty moans with delight and falls off of me, her naked body splaying out into the softness of my bed.  The sweet musky aroma of our sex fills the room.  She falls asleep with a smile on her face.  I have done well.  My thoughts drift to my girlfriend, who is going to be in the hospital for quite some time I think.  The walls and floor are still splattered with blood from both girls, but the puddle of piss on the floor is all Harmony, as is the puddle of vomit.  My poor sweet Harmony.  I guess she bit off more than she could chew tonight.   

I am woken in the morning by Misty riding me.  I am aroused immediately and turn her over and finish her in just a few minutes.  She rolls me back over, kisses me and pulls her light orange panties back on, the ones she was wearing when she defeated my girlfriend last night.  Then she pulls on her dress and winks at me. 

“Next that bitch takes me on it’s going to be to the DEATH.   Then you will be mine.  Tell her she can find me at The Green Tower whenever she thinks she’s woman enough.” 

With that she disappears through the door.  I am left in my bed with my thoughts. 

I spend much of the next few days sitting by Harmony’s side at the hospital.  She has been put into an induced coma, which is not that unusual nor nearly as dangerous as it used to be.  In fact, it is the best way for an injured person to rapidly heal, and Harmony will most likely be good as new, physically at least, in about a week.  Of course, suffering such a humiliating defeat in her own bedroom could have lasting psychological effects.

When I’m not sitting by her side, I spend my time cleaning the apartment.  It takes quite a while to get all the blood off the walls.  The carpet is a complete disaster.  I have to go over it with the carpet shampooer about 8 times to get the last traces of the puke, blood, and urine out.   On the plus side by then the sex aroma seems to be have dissipated.

On the third day the challenges began to arrive.  It seemed Harmony really was the bully of her high school and all these women, now grown up, and having heard about the ass whooping she just received want a piece of her.  (Not to mention a piece of me.  I admit the idea was tantalizing.) 

Challenges poured in one after another, inviting Harmony to take part in all manner of nasty fights to the finish.  Most of them were former classmates, many of them even older than Harmony. 

The challenges come in the form of small envelopes with a standard index card inside issuing the challenge.  This is standard practice.  White envelopes are challenges to one-on-one fights to a knockout in a venue of some kind.  Yellow envelopes are challenges to bedroom fights.  Pink envelopes are death match challenges.  Almost all the envelopes are pink.  I’m thinking about getting rid of them when Harmony strolls through the door, wearing her terrycloth robe that matches the panties I know she is wearing underneath and nothing else.  She is home from the hospital.

“Hey baby!”  I exclaim and go to her.  She presses against me, kissing me.  I thought she would be mad at me, but she looks more embarrassed.

“I’m not worthy of you!”  she suddenly wails.  “I need to prove myself!”  She plucks one of the pink envelopes out of my hand.

“I was counting on this!”  she says, ripping open one of the envelopes.  “This bitch is DEAD!”  There is a number on the back of the card.  It is for a neutral fight coordinator who will arrange the bout.  The girl she is going to fight…to the death…is named Ashley.

She is a senior in high school who turned 18 two months ago.  Now considered an adult she can fight topless and make death challenges to anyone she wishes that is also at least age 18.  Ashley has already challenged and killed 3 women, and she is specifically focused on Harmony.   

It seems Harmony beat the shit out of her older sister Beth countless times throughout High School, and in fact forced Beth out of the town in a “Loser Leaves Town” fight when they were both seniors.  Now Ashley wants revenge for her older sister, and if she kills Harmony, Beth will be able to return to town. 

“GOOD!”  Harmony exclaims and slams down the phone.   She turns around, beaming at me with excitement!

“I’m gonna have my first Death Match!  Tonight, at midnight!”   She is hopping with excitement.  Her hardened nipples poke through her rope as she bounces up and down with joy.  I’ve never seen her this happy, yet I am filled with a sickening and confusing mixture of dread, excitement, and sexual arousal.  

“Oh baby are you sure you’re ready for that?”

Without answering, she takes me into the bedroom by the hand, strips down to her fighting panties, pushes me down onto the bed and proceeds to cock tease me for hours.  She finally has mercy on me and gives me a blow job, but she doesn’t want me to make her cum until after she has claimed her first kill, though I bring her right to the brink several times.  She LOVES to fight horny, and she says it really brings the wild cat out in her. 

“Didn’t work so well against Misty” I think to myself, but I have to veil these thoughts.  I must show complete confidence in her ability.  She is my girl, after all.

Finally, it is almost midnight, and we make our way to the High School where the fight is to take place in a small cinderblock room set aside for exactly this purpose.

Upon our arrival Harmony kisses me and is then escorted through a small metal door.  I am taken up a flight of stairs and find myself in a small arena that looks down on the fighting chamber from above.  I get my first look at the girl Harmony will be fighting.  She is blonde and is wearing floral printed white panties with long white socks.  She has blonde hair tied back in a long single braid.  She is CUTE.

A couple seconds later I hear the sound of a metal door opening and closing and Harmony enters the room.  She and Ashley glare menacingly at each other.

“I can’t BELIEVE you actually showed up here, BITCH!” Ashley howls at her from the opposite corner of the small room.

“You’re going to beg for a quick death before I am done with you.”  Harmony responds coolly. 

Around me in the little viewing area are a number of women, who look me over hungrily when they aren’t focused on what is happening in the small chamber below us.  They all know I am Harmony’s boyfriend and are probably scheming to take me from her themselves.

Soon, the announcements begin. 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!  WELCOME TO THE MAT ROOM!”

The ladies around me all let out a wild cheer.

“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…. ASHLEY!” 

A small cheer goes up from the 30 or 40 women sitting around the bleachers.

The blonde raises her arms and waves up at the crowd, though I suspect she cannot see us, as a bright light illuminates the entire fighting chamber from above.

“ASHLEY IS 18 YEARS OLD!  HER FIGHTING RECORD STANDS AT 7 WINS…2 LOSSES AND 3 KILLS!!!”

Once a girl turns 18 every official venue fight she has is recorded for her Official Fight Record.”  Bedroom or private fights are not included.   Ashley has been busy since her 18^th birthday.  I am somewhat relieved to hear she is NOT undefeated.

“AND IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LIGHT GREEN TERRYCLOTH PANTIES….HARMONY!”

I’m the only one who cheers and claps.  The women around me snicker and murmur among themselves.  They are certain Harmony is about to die.  I pay them no mind.

“HARMONY IS 20 YEARS OLD AND THIS IS HER FIRST FIGHT!” 

“It’s about to be her LAST fight!”  Ashley yells out.

“Keep talking, whore.”  Harmony responds.

DING! DING! DING!

With no hesitation the two young women walk towards the center of the room, still talking shit.

Ashley slaps Harmony in the face.

Harmony returns the face slap.

Ashley punches Harmony RIGHT in the nose, spraying blood.  My heart misses a beat.  Is this it for my girlfriend? 

Then the two girls engage in a SAVAGE flurry of punches, splattering blood all over the blue mat. 

“GAK!!”  Ashley gurgles as Harmony slams a punch straight into her throat!  She starts to go down!

But Harmony swiftly grabs her and pulls her into a bearhug.  Ashley wraps her arms around her attacker and returns the squeezing attack.  Both of them let out a cry of pain, fear and determination as they struggle.  The crowd is heating up now.  It seems like Harmony isn’t going to be such an easy win after all.  

“AAAAHHHHH!!!  OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”  Ashely cries out in agony as Harmony constricts her strong arms around the young blonde, lifting her off the mat.  Harmony definitely has control of the fight now!

“YEAH!!! GET HER BABY!  GET HER!”  I cheer my girlfriend on.

And then Harmony gives her a NASTY knee to the crotch. 

PLUD!!! The impact makes a dull hollow sound as Ashley is lifted further up into the air from the force of the blow.

And the blonde goes limp.  Harmony holds the moaning girl up in the air and moves towards the corner of the room with her.  Suddenly the crowd seems to have switched sides. Many of them are now rooting for Harmony. I feel a bit of pride for my beautiful raven haired girlfriend.

THUD!

The blonde is brutally slammed into the corner of the room. Harmony quickly buries a punch in her belly.

THUD!!!

Ashley’s body lurches.  Harmony punches her in the face.

CRACK!!!

And she slides down to the floor.  Her butt hits the mat with a dull thump.  Harmony stands over her, catching her breath.  The crowd is split now, some yelling for Ashley to get up and fight, others yelling for Harmony to finish her off.

“I’M NOT SATISFIED YET!”  Harmony announces and grabs Ashley by the bangs, yanking her up to her feet.

“GET UP AND FIGHT!”  Harmony commands.  Ashley’s eyes flutter open and she immediately begins moaning and weeping, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. 

THUD!!! THUD!!!

Harmony gives her a knee to the stomach, then another knee to the crotch, lifting Ashley up into the air before letting her plop down to the mat.  She curls up, protecting her ravaged womanhood.

“OOOOoohhhhhh…”  The blonde fighter lets out a piercing wail of agony as Harmony sneers down at her.

Harmony stands there patiently while Ashley writhes around in pain, then finally begins to crawl away from her attacker, still openly weeping.  Harmony calmly follows her.

At the edge of the small room, Ashley gets up and makes a grab for the metal door, although it is locked from the outside and won’t be unlocked until only one (or less) heartbeat is detected in the room.  Harmony snatches her by the panties and starts dragging her back.

“COME ON BITCH!  THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!”  She howls.

She yanks the whimpering blonde back a few feet and delivers a NASTY crotch rake to her from behind.  Ashley howls in agony.

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!”

This is torture for the sheer pleasure of it.  Ashley appears to be no match for Harmony after all.  I can see my girlfriend’s nipples are diamond hard and her sultry lips slightly parted as she breathes deeply in and out.  She is getting off on this.

She lets Ashley flop to her belly.  The terrified girl brings her hands down into her mangled crotch and she lets out a tortured moan of anguish.

“I can’t believe this bitch has 3 kills!”  Harmony announces as she steps over to her victim. 

With lightening speed Harmony suddenly reaches down and snatches Ashley up by the head.

“OH GOD NO! NOOOO!”  Ashley squawks.

CRACK!!!

And Harmony drops her lifeless enemy face first to the mat, her neck broken.  The fight is over!

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH HER FIRST KILL…. HARMONY!”

“YEAH!! YOU WON BABY! YOU WON!”  I shout out over the cacophony of cheers, whistling and clapping from the bloodthirsty female spectators all around me.  I am escorted down to the metal door leading into the fighting chamber by two attractive young women in white bikinis.  They are resident Mat Girls, most likely fighters who were spared at the end of a death match and forced to serve the venue for the rest of their lives, a fate many would consider worse than death.  They strip me down to my underwear and open the door for me.  Harmony continues to hold her victory pose as I go up to her.  She grabs my erect penis and pulls me in close to her body. 

“I WON BABY!  I WON THE FIGHT FOR YOU!”  She cries joyful and I kiss her.  She places one foot on the back of her dead opponent’s head while she presses into me, flattening the mound of her vagina against my hardened penis.  I caress the fuzzy fabric of her fighting panties as we make out to the delight of the crowd.  Then she pulls me down onto the mat and before long her panties and my underwear are off and I am inside of her.  The crowd cheers us on.  

In our highly aroused state, it does not take us long to finish.  Harmony collects the panties off her victim, her very first kill trophy, and we head back to the apartment for a night of celebration. 

We can still hear the spectators chanting her name as we walk away from the venue. 

“HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY! HARMONY!” 

She made a good impression here tonight.  

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