Brandi is PISSED about being robbed of a double humiliation,
and I try to convince her that she won an impressive victory tonight anyway.
“Come on baby, that was a great fight, let’s celebrate.” With that she pushes up against me, and our lips press together as we begin to
make out. There is a loud roar of
approval from the spectators of the Poison Lair and I realize we are still standing
in the entryway of the venue. With the
sounds of the cheering women, Brandi pokes her tongue in my mouth and presses
her mound against my hardening member, but then she winces in pain and doubles
over slightly, making a motion to massage her vagina.
“OOohhhh..” she moans.
“Come on, you should go to the hospital to get fixed up.”
“Fuck that!” Brandi
cries out indignantly. “THAT bitch wasn’t
worth a hospital visit!”
With that she places the soiled panties of her latest kill
into the “Panty Drier” a special device that most Death Match venues offer the
fighters. It will remove the excess shit
and piss, but dry the panties out so they are still showing the stains but
without the odor. Before my return to
Earth a couple years ago, I don’t think I could of ever comprehended such a
device, but now it makes all the sense world.
When the whir of the panty drier subsides and she removes
her freshly dried kill trophy from the chamber, she continues.
“All I need is a few minutes in a self-med booth. I got more fighting to do tonight!”
I know from my years of time here in the city that the self-med
booths are good for clearing up minor abrasions and bruising, but I saw (and
heard) the nasty hit she took to the crotch from Mischa’s booted foot, and I’m
pretty sure she should go to the hospital and definitely NOT fight again. However, I also know from my years of time here
in the city that it is no use arguing with a determined female fighter. Especially Brandi. I put my arm around her, give her another
peck on the lips, and we make our way
towards the nearest Self Med Booth.
She only spends a couple minutes in the booth, which I know
isn’t nearly enough, but it seems to be some sort of matter of pride with a lot of these women that they don’t need
much healing time after a brutal fight, and when she emerges you would never
even know she had been in a fight tonight, at least to look at her. Then we are off towards Brandi’s house and
that’s when I notice a figure following
us who I immediately recognize.
“Just so you know,” I
say. “Raija is following us.”
“GOOD!” Brandi
hisses. “I’ve been wanting to pound that
skank into a pulp again for a while!”
I’m not surprised it is Raija. Not too long ago these two had an EPIC back
and forth brawl at Catfight Cavern that Brandi eventually won, and I figured
the blonde brawler would be seeking revenge at some point. (They always do.)
What I don’t know at the time is that Raija was
actually in the audience at The Poison Lair, and knows exactly how that
fight went which is of course valuable knowledge for anyone planning on
challenging Brandi to a bedroom fight later.
It only takes us a couple more minutes to get to Brandi’s,
and she kisses me again in the well lit
vestibule of her house, making sure our silhouettes
are clearly visibly to the approaching Raija, who is about three blocks away.
Then she takes my hand and leads me into her house, leaving the door ajar slightly. We go into her bedroom and lay down on the
bed. She climbs on top of me and we
begin to make out. I massage her tight
round ass, loving the way her heart print cotton panties stretch over her butt.
“Don’t make me cum!”
She moans into my ear. Then she
dismounts me. This is sheer agony, but
in an exhilarating way. I know it won’t be long before I am plunging
my dick in and out of either her, or Raija, and somehow the longer I have to
wait to find out which, the better that moment will be. Goddamn I love my life
here in Green Tower City!
“I have to hang up my trophy!” I feel
her hard nipples brush my bare chest a she crawls over me to pin her new
panties over the headboard of her bed, where there are already dozens of
pairs. Brandi is a hell of a fighter. She settles down on top of me again and moves
in for a kiss, but that’s when Raija walks in…
(in progress)
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