Nicole vs. Yasmine
(The Poison Lair)
It is almost
midnight and I have just made it to my ring side seat in time for the Midnight
Death match announcement.
“LADIES AND
ISHMAEL! THE TIME HAS COME FOR TODAY’S
FINAL FIGHT!”
The crowd goes wild
in anticipation.
“A BIRTHDAY GIRL
DEATH MATCH!!!”
Another raucous
cheer goes up from the almost all female crowd.
I relax back into my comfortable ringside chair and take another sip of
my delicious gin n’ tonic. As usual, I
have no idea who the combatants will be in this battle, but I am obligated to
reward whichever one survive the brawl with victory sex. This is a duty I never complain about.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING
THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES AND THIGH HIGHS….NICOLE!”
A loud cheer goes up
as the veteran brawler strolls quickly down the aisle. She does not look at all surprised to see me
sitting next to the ring and swings a leg over my lap before plopping down onto
me, her crotch rubbing against my already stiffening member.
“I knew you’d come
to watch me waste another one of these pathetic whores.” She purrs right before
her lips touch mine. F0rever the tease,
the veteran brawler just lightly brushes my lips with hers before swiftly
dismounting me and climbing into the ring to go to her corner.
“NICOLE IS 32 YEARS
OLD! HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 136 WINS…49
LOSSES…AND 26 KILLS!!!”
The crowd erupts
into frenzied cheers for the seasoned female fighter. TO last into one’s thirties in the violent
world of the Green Tower City fighting venues is an accomplishment indeed. Few girls make it past age 23 or 24 here.
The raven haired
woman gives her traditional smirk as she waits for her opponent to be
announced.
The teenage fighter
gets substantially less of a response as she walks down the aisle. A few women cheer, apparently aware of her brief
Outer City career, but most of the women on the stands here have never heard of
her. They are used to seeing hopeful 18
year-olds get dispatched here in their first pro fight.
I myself have seen
the young pigtailed fighter in a few matches in the Outer City, and indeed she
is a tough girl, but I wonder if she is any match for the vicious Nicole. She walks quickly up to me and climbs into my
lap for a much more passionate make out session. The crowd stirs as the young woman grinds her
crotch against mine and our tongues dance together.
“All right baby, keep
it hard for me while I put this washed up old hag out of her misery.”
As she dismounts me,
I am certain her request will not be a problem, though I wonder if she really
has a chance against the Raven haired Nicole.
She and the older woman glare icily at each other as she climbs through
the ropes and goes to her corner.
“YASMINE IS 18 YEARS
OLD AS OF MIDNIGHT AND THIS IS HER FIRST PROFESSIONAL FIGHT!”
“IT’S ABOUT TO BE
HER LAST FIGHT!” Someone in the crowd
yells out and several women laugh.
Yasmine seems unphased by the catcalls.
The Executioner now enters the ring.
“OK LADIES! APPROACH THE CENTER OF THE RING! MAKE NO ATTACKS OR YOU WILL BE EXECUTED
IMMEDIATELY!”
The two women walk
quickly out of their corners and march straight towards each other, stopping
just inches apart. They know it would be
foolish to ignore the rules of the Poison Lair with the notorious Executioner
standing right there. The mysterious
masked woman continues.
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO
THE DEATH! DO YOU BOTH AGREE TO THIS
COMBAT?”
“YES!” Yasmine calls out excitedly.
“Of course.” Nicole responds much more calmly, sneering at
her young foe.
“TURN AROUND AND RETURN TO YOUR
CORNERS. WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!”
"I'm going to do you slow." Nicole hisses over her shoulder.
"OHHH I'M SO SCARED!" Yasmine sneers sarcastically. This fight is going to be JUICY.
The Executioner steps through the ropes and disappears into the inky blackness surrounding the flood lit ring. Time passes. The Poison Lair will not ring the bell until the exact stroke of midnight, which is still a few minutes away.
“ENJOY YOUR LAST FEW
MINUTES OF LIFE LITTLE GIRL!” Nicole shouts at the 18 year old standing
opposite her in the small squared circle.
“HMPH! YOUR ABOUT TO GET PUT OUT TO PASTURE YOU
WORTHLESS OLD HAG!” Yasmine shouts back
fearlessly. She definitely has plenty of confidence.
DING! DING! DING!
Love the gore and darkness in this one! Seeing some of your other comments on this series I’m excited to see what yasmine did before all this. Excited to see your experiments with more brutal graphic work as well. Also, rare full nudity! Great series
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words as always! There will be a prequel story coming up very soon showing some of Yasmine's victories, but it will only appear on the blog, under her profile. (Which is yet to be constructed, but will be linked to from this fight.)
DeleteAnyone who has seen much of my art probably realizes in addition to being turned on by catfights, I also have a panty fetish, and it is even deeper than that. I'm actually sort of turned off by full nudity. (The only time this is not the case is in real life when the girl is actually in my bed. Not that it happens very often, but it does. LOL!)
SOOO, I'm going to start incorporating the "panty taking as trophy" far more frequently in my death match stories. (I mean, it's always there but I have rarely shown it.) I want to establish that, in my world, losing your panties after being killed is THE ultimate humiliation. The fighter's panties are part of her identity, and to have them yanked off and adorning the wall of the girl who killed you...well...not a great way to end one's career.
I feel similar to you in not caring for full on nudity. Love seeing big boobies flying all over the place in the deathmatch but the ladies private parts are sacred. Expsoing their flowers is the most humiliation a girl can experience in their life.
DeleteGreat kill! Nicole knows how to excite a crowd while building up her own intense climax when she destroys her rival. The repeated cxnt blows she delivered shows her love for inflicting pain while demonstrating to those in the crowd what will happen if they challenge her. Nicole knows that true rivals will happily put their tits and cxnt on the line for the chance to look into Nicole’s eyes as they crush her cxnt with their knuckles.
ReplyDeleteI do like your plan to show the nude body of the defeated fighter after being stripped. All girls desire to humiliate a slut who dares to think they are as good or better than them,
I love that Yasmine's eyeball got dislodged from her skull at the end. And it also looks like she may have had her other eye get popped while getting her face caved in with the turnbuckle slams. This is truly a masterpeice
ReplyDeleteThank you! This is all a build up to a bedroom fight between Nicole and Brandi, that will eventually turn into a sisters vs. sisters 2 way melee brawl between Nicole and Traci vs. Brandi and Misty. The thing is, neither each set of sisters hate each other ALMOST as much as they hate their opponents, so it's going to get all kinds of crazy.
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