Danielle vs. Latesha
vs. Mabel vs. Tanner
I wake up early in the morning with a naked Danielle squirming
around on top of me.
“I NEED TO FIIIIIIIGHT!”
She moans as I wake up with her pressing her lithe young body hard
against me. It’s been almost 5 days since
her last bout, and he is anxious to engage in combat again.
“It’s a few hours until opening bell at the Harbor City
Death Cage. Do you think we could have
some breakfast first?” I venture.
“Ok” she says in a somewhat pouty voice as she slides off of
me and darts into the bathroom. “But no
sex until I have won another fight!” I
hear the shower turn on and realize I am probably expected to join her, but if
she is going to play games, I will play games.
I lean back into the soft warmth of the hotel bed, honestly savoring
this brief moment of solitude.
I put in an order for sausage, eggs, toast, bacon and orange
juice, and by the time Danielle gets out of the shower a hearty breakfast is
arranged on the table for us. All
through our dining experience she excitedly talks about some of her kills. It is indeed a long and violent career of
fighting she has enjoyed, and I suspect this is the longest amount of time she
has gone in years without engaging in battle.
After breakfast she goes out for a quick run and I rest up in bed for a
bit. She returns, takes another shower,
and then it is time to head to the Harbor City Death Cage.
As usual, my arrival turns every head in the house. Danielle heads off into the sign up area, and
I am escorted to a specially arranged cage side seat for optimal viewing of the
bout. All the women who have gathered
here to watch the fights are behind a fence roughly ten feet away from the
large fighting cage. Inside there is no
ring, mat or mattress, just a large open dirt ground fighting area.
I go over to the bar to get a gin n’ tonic, and by the time
I get back I see that the fighters are already in the fighting cage, each in
her own corner. There are 4 girls in the
cage! So this is to be a 4 Way death match! I knew these sorts of matches were common
here and I find myself wondering if I have seen the last of Danielle. I notice that she is on my side of the cage,
and almost as if she senses me thinking about her she turns and gives me a
sultry wink. She is the sheer epitome of
confidence.
“This won’t take too long, babe” she assures me through the chain link wall
and blows me a kiss.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!
WELCOME TO THE HARBOR CITY DEATH CAGE!
FOR OUR FIRST BOUT….A 4 WAY FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!”
The sold out arena full of bloodthirsty women howls it’s approval. A spotlight shines down on one of the
fighters in the cage. It’s my companion,
Danielle!
“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE BLACK PANTIES….DANIELLE!”
My blonde lady friend doesn’t get much of a response from
the crowd, which is unsurprising as she has never been here before.
“DANIELLE IS 27 YEARS OLD!
SHE HAILS FROM NEW AUSTRALIA WHERE HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 125 WINS…41
LOSSES…AND 31 KILLS!”
Now my blonde warrior girl gets a healthy cheer from the crowd in response to
her impressive fighting record.
The spotlight disappears then instantly reappears over the
dark skinned girl in the opposite corner.
“IN THIS CORNER…IN THE DARK BLUE PANTIES…LATESHA!”
A decent roar of approval goes up from mostly from one corner
of the arena, where apparently Latesha’s fanbase has congregated.
“KILL THEM WHITE BITCHES!!!”
Someone yells out from the back of the arena.
“LATESHA IS 24 YEARS OLD.
SHE HAILS FROM ZELDOS AND HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 74 WINS…9 LOSSES…AND
15 KILLS!!!”
The spotlight switches off and then on again, now illuminating
a cute young brunette with bushy pigtails.
“AND IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LAVENDAR FLORAL PRINT
PANTIES…..MABEL!”
An even mixture of cheers and jeers erupts from the
crowd. It seems the ladies of Harbor
City are pretty evenly divided on their opinions of this young fighting girl
“MABEL IS 19 YEARS OLD!
SHE HAS LIVED IN HARBOR CITY HER WHOLE LIFE AND HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT
20 WINS…0 LOSSES AND 20 KILLS!”
The pig tailed brawler adjusts her panties and juts her
hardened nipples out defiantly, clearly unimpressed by any of the other
combatants, or the scattered heckling from the crowd. Judging from her record she is a Death Match fighter,
someone who ONLY engages in lethal combat.
The spotlight switches off and then back on again.
“AND FINALLY…IN THIS CORNER…IN THE LIGHT BLUE PANTIES…
TANNER!”
Tanner gets a healthy cheer from the crowd, with only a few
boos and hisses thrown in here and there from the darkness. She is clearly the fan favorite here
tonight. I find myself wondering already
what she will be like in bed, but of course I shouldn’t think that way. I must remain impartial until the final
victory bell is sounded and only one of these lovely women stands triumphant.
“TANNER IS 25 YEARS OLD AND HAILS FROM HARBOR CITY. HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 112 WINS…32 LOSSES…AND
40 KILLS!
Tanner gets some more cheers and applause, and eventually
the crowd quiets down enough for the announcements to continue,
“THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH! WHEN THE BELL RINGS IT IS EVERY GIRL FOR
HERSELF UNTIL ONLY ONE OF YOU REMAINS ALIVE!”
It’s crazy to me but NONE of the girls in the cage look
nervous at all. If anything they look
excited. They cant WAIT to fight! Latesha and Tanner are sneering at each other
with visible contempt and it is pretty clear they are going to go at it as soon
as the bell rings. I turn my focus on
Mabel, who is indeed glaring icily at Danielle, who is returning the glare with
a complete lack of emotion.
DING!
DING! DING!
Latesha and Tanner practically dive into each other and
begin a savage fist fight, rapidly exchanging punches without making any defensive
moves at all.
Danielle and Mabel are circling each other slowly, warily,
their fists up and ready They make two
full passes then they also begin to fist fight.
The air is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans, and the dull thud of
flesh hitting flesh. The crowd is loving
it. I’m on the edge of my seat, wondering which of these lovely ladies I will
be taking back to my hotel room with me.
“YAAAAH!” Danielle
and Mabel have locked up in a tight bearhug and are staggering around the cage,
struggling desperately for control. One of them has cried out in pain but I can’t
even tell which one.
Tanner and Latesha have slowed down a bit, but are still exchanging
blows, albeit without as much energy.
Suddenly they lock up and crash into the cage wall, then topple to the
ground, wrapped up in each other’ arms and legs.
Mabel is on her knees. It was SHE who cried out in agony! Danielle has scored one of her infamous
crotch rakes! (That’s my girl!) She grabs one of the younger fighter’s puffy
pigtails and cocks her fist for a punch, but takes a solid uppercut to the
bridge of her own unsuspecting crotch. PLUD!!!
“GLURF!!!” Danielle
falls backward but does not let go of Mabel’s hair, thus taking her down with
her. Mabel belly flops onto Danielle and
they both grunt in pain before beginning a savage grappling ground fight all
over the caged in area.
The two pairs of locked up fighters end up on opposite
corners of the cage, but then tumble and roll back towards the center. Mabel
and Danielle lay on their sides, facing each other, their hands clenched
tightly around each other’s necks. It’s a
strangle out. One way or another, their
fight will come to a close soon.
Now the two pairs of girls tumble away from each other,
towards opposite ends of the cage again.
Latesha has managed to gain a straddle mount on Tanner. She blasts her in the face with a KNOCK OUT BLOW!. Tanner lurches and quivers, then goes
limp. Latesha moves quickly, darting
over to her side and lifting a leg, posing it to clamp her victim up in a neck
scissors. She takes a couple breaths, listening
to the encouragement of her fan base, then strikes like a rattlesnake. Her legs clamp tightly around Tanner’s throat
and the red head lurches violently several times before her whole body goes completely
limp. She is FINISHED! Latesha quickly
spreads her legs, letting Tanner flop facedown into the dirt. The red head’s butt twerks slightly but then
she goes limp again.
Danielle has managed to roll herself over on top of Mabel
and has arched her back gaining leverage for her strangle hold. Within seconds Mabel’s hands release Danielle’s
throat and she makes a frantic, last ditch effort to pry the blonde’s
fingers off her throat, but it is too
late. Suddenly her legs stiffen and her
arms flop lifelessly into the dirt.
Danielle issues one final squeeze.
“CRACK!” Mabel’s body
gives a reflexive death rattle as her neck is crushed. Danielle starts to rise off her dead
opponent.
THUD!!! Latesha’s full weight slams into the blonde and Danielle
is driven into the dirt. The black girl quickly
mounts her and slams a punch into her face.
THUD!!!
Danielle shudders.
She is in trouble. Latesha grabs
her ponytail and pulls her head up, preparing to finish her with a savage
punch.
“YAAAAAAHHHH!” Latesha lets out a piercing shriek of agony
as Danielle suddenly drags her clawed hand up across the front of Latesha’s
unsuspecting vaginal mound. The black
girl tumbles onto her back and scoots away.
Danielle does the same, taking the opportunity to catch her breath. Both of them are clearly hurt and scared
now. The tension in the air is palpable.
“OOOOhhhhhh…you SLUT!”
Latesha howls at Danielle while massaging her wounded womanhood. They begin to slowly circle each other on
their hands and knees, their breasts pumping up and down rapidly as they gasp
for air. They make several cautious rotations
on their hands and knees then suddenly scamper forward, rearing up just before
they reach the center of the cage. I think
they are about to lock up in a bear hug but instead they raise their fists at
the last second and lunge into a SAVAGE fist fight!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! Blood sprinkles the air
in all directions as they pummel each other desperately. Then there is a loud wet PLUD as their
bellies slap together and they lock up in a frantic bearhug.
THUD! They topple over
onto their sides and quickly make a move to get their hands around each other’s
throats. It looks like it’s going to be
another strangling fight but suddenly Danielle throws her body forward and
brings her knee straight up into Latesha’s crotch.
THUD! Latesha starts
to squawk in agony but Danielle grabs her chin and one of her pigtails and…
CRACK!!!
The kill is quick, unexpected. Latesha’s lifeless corpse drops into the dirt
quivers once, then goes limp, her face grotesquely looking backward. Danielle drops over her on her hands and
knees, panting desperately for air. She
is still clearly rattled and exhausted. The
bell has not been rung yet. She looks
down at Latesha’s wide staring doll eyes.
Dead. Definitely. She glances
over at Mabel, laying spread eagled in the other corner. She has not moved. She glances at Tanner, who has rolled over
onto her belly and is trying to squirm away to…where? Perhaps she intends to scale the wall of the
cage and make an escape. It is not unheard
of, but she would never be able to show her face anywhere on Zeldos again. Danielle struggles to her feet, marches
quickly over to the squirming red head, grabs the sides of her head and…
CRACK!!!
DING!
DING! DING!
“WE HAVE A WINNER! WE HAVE A WINNER!”
The crowd goes wild and many of them start chanting Danielle’s
name, in spite of the fact that she was arguable the least favored of the four
girls going into the bout.
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…WITH THREE KILLS…DANIELLE!!!”
“DAN-YELL! DAN-YELLL! DAN-YELL!” The crowd chants
furiously. It is a rare and unexpected accomplishment
for a fighter to make every kill in a multi girl fight to the death such as
this. Danielle has already made a name
for herself here on her first day in Harbor City.
The victorious blonde brawler flexes her muscles for a few
seconds, then collects the panties of each of her dead opponents, as is her
right, to be added to her trophy wall. (If
Latesha had succeeded in killing Tanner, Danielle would not be able to take the
red head’s panties, but as it was she who delivered the coup de grace, the
panties are hers.) A Grand Slam under
Danielle’s waist band! Once she has
collected all her trophies a harness is lowered down for me and I am lifted up
and over into the fighting cage. Danielle quickly walks over to me and wraps
her arms around my waist while she presses her body against my throbbing member. We begin to make out. The crowd is going WILD. They’ve seen a lot of girl fights, but this
is the first time they’ve seen one take place over the right to fuck a man!
“I need to get to a med booth” Danielle murmurs into my ear and seconds
later we grab the harness and are instantly lifted out of the fighting
cage.
The crowd continues to chant her name as she exits the arena. At the door she is unceremoniously handed 6000 credits for her victories. (2000 for each kill) She will need some rest after this so we head back to the hotel room to celebrate her triple victory in peace.
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