When I wake up in the morning I am alone in bed. Before long a sweaty and panting Danielle walks
through the door. She has been out for a long morning run. This girl spends her whole day staying in
shape so she can fight. She bursts into
the bedroom, more stimulated than tired out from her morning workout, and dives
on top of me. If it wasn’t for the
“vitamins” I am constantly on, I would never be able to keep up with these
women.
When we have finished we take a shower together.
“I need another fight!
Let’s go back to the Death Cage!”
“Don’t you want to check out any of the other fighting
venues in Harbor City?”
“Ugh!. The Death Cage
is the only one that has death matches.
I want to work on my collection!
With this she gestures towards a small pillowcase laying on the floor of
the bedchamber It is her trophy
collection. The panties of all the kills
she has made during her 8 years of
professional fighting. With the 3 she
took last night she is now up to 52 pairs, which is a respectable number for a
fighting woman of 27 years of age. (The
number announced at the beginning of her fights is slightly lower, as many of
her kills have been in non-registered venues.) It is customary for a fighter to display her kill trophies on the wall over the headboard of her bed, but since we have been travelling Danielle keeps hers in a bag for now.
“But I LOVE to fight to the death! I only want death matches from now on! NOBODY can defeat me!”
“Do it for me? I want
to check these places out. Think of it
as easy money! We’ll make a game of
it! You can win a fight at every one of
the venues on The Strip!”
“UGH! The STRIP? That’s for TOURISTS! I want REAL fighting venues! The Death Cage is the only one in this
pathetic city.
“We’ll be in Green Tower City soon enough and then you can
fight in death matches to your heart’s content.
I want to go check out the Strip.
Come with me or not.”
“I guess I could just think of this as a workout day.” Danielle finally admits and we sit down to
breakfast.
A few hours later we step out onto The Strip. It is indeed a gaudy place, reminiscent of
the brightly lit Las Vegas of ancient times.
We walk into the first so called “Fighting Venue” and in the middle of a
large arena see a big pit of mud with some girls in bikinis rolling around in
it, slapping each other…and GIGGLING.
“No.” Danielle says
and we head out the door and into the next venue, where, once again in the
middle of a large arena, there is a big gray mat and two girls in just their
panties are rolling around on it, lightly slapping each other, and moaning with
pleasure rather than pain. It’s one of
these so called “Sex Fight” venues.
“No.” Danielle says
and we walk back out the door. We check
out a couple more of the so called “Fight Venues” on the Strip and it doesn’t
take long before I find myself agreeing with Danielle.
“This is a waste of time.”
Danielle sneers. “Let’s head to
the Death Cage.”
“I have a suggestion.”
Doctor Green suddenly pipes in.
“You could have led with that.” I say chuckling. Doctor Green does seem to have a peculiar
sense of humor.
“I figured you had to see for yourself what “The Strip” is
really like.”
“It’s not great.” I
say and we all laugh.
“A couple blocks off the strip is a small club called KO
Korner. It’s not a death venue, but they
are on the Pro registry and the fights
there appear to be legitimate. I could
register Danielle into open challenge right now.
“DO it! I want to
FIGHT!” Danielle says.
“Done.” Doctor Green pipes in immediately. It truly is a wonder how he gets things done
so quickly. “You will have a fight lined
up in approximately 90 minutes and the management will be ready for our
arrival.
“Plenty of time for a burger!” I say and we head into the nearest greasy
spoon for some food. While we dine,
Doctor Green fills us in on the protocol of KO Korner.
“The fights take place on a small wooden platform in the
middle of a hardwood floor. Spectators pay 50 credits to get in to watch the
fights from behind a fenced in area. If
they pay 200, they get to spend the day watching it on the inside of the fence,
and may have opportunities to take part in the bouts to a certain degree.”
“Audience participation in fights?” I interject.
So far in my short time in this strange new world, this has been one
thing that seems to be strictly forbidden.
“Only if a fighter is thrown off the platform. Then the girls inside the fenced in area can
attack the fighter. If she is rendered
unconscious (which ALWAYS happens once a girl gets thrown onto the floor) the
fight is over and the winner gets her victory but no credits.”
“So to get paid I have to knock out my opponent on the
platform.” Danielle asks.
“Correct, and if you do so you will receive 500 credits.”
“Hmph. I got 6000
yesterday at the Death Cage.”
‘Come on, Danielle.
We can go there again soon. I
want to see this place.”
“All right. I will do
it for you, baby.” Danielle says and
kisses me. We are soon done with lunch
and on our way to the venue.
As soon as we are off The Strip we find ourselves walking
through a densely packed residential area with a small scattering of shops here
and there. After another block of this
we come to a more dilapidated looking area, with smaller houses and an
abandoned looking “Karate School.”
Behind that is KO Korner. It’s a
small box shaped building. We are
escorted in by our ever present entourage and as usual I am given a comfortable
isolated space near the action.
We are treated to quite a scene when we walk in. A black haired girl in green panties is
locked up with a red head in turquoise panties and socks. They are bloody, bruised and exhausted. They are grappling on a small 10 by 10 foot
platform in the middle of a well let hard wood floor. There is a chain link fence surrounding the
area about 20 feet out, and most of the spectators are behind it, but there are
a number of women lining the inside of the fence. None of them are topless, which indicates
they are not pro fighters, but they are all dressed relatively sexy.
Everyone is cheering wildly for one girl or the other.
Suddenly the entangled fighters tumble to the platform with
the black haired girl on top. She punches her opponent in the face and some
more blood splatters appear on the little stage.
“YEAH! FUCK HER UP
MONIQUE!” SO the black haired girl’s
name is Monique. She is cute. She cocks her fist for another blow, but takes
a punch to the gut before she can deliver it.
“UNGH!” She falls
backward and nearly falls off the edge of the stage, which gets a loud murmur
of excitement from the women standing around the perimeter of the fenced in
area, but the red head grabs her foe by the waistband of her panties and pulls
her forward, into another punch. Monique
then slaps her in the face.
CRACK!!!
“BITCH!” The red head
shrieks and swings her arm back to return the slap, but Monique is fast, she
darts forward and gives the red head an uppercut that nearly takes her head
off.
THRACK!!!
The pig tailed ginger drops straight to her back, Monique mounts her and goes to work with both fists.
The beating goes on for several seconds until the warning bell is frantically rung….
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT….MONIQUE!”
Monique seems to be not happy at all about her victory and
simply stomps out of the cage in disgust. A couple nurses rush in and stabilize
the convulsing loser of the fight, then a couple mat girls run in to drag her
out of the fighting cage, A couple minutes
later the mat girls return with some buckets and mops. They quickly mop up all the blood off the
platform, then towel it dry. It isn’t
until then that I realize Danielle has disappeared.
“NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE FOR THE NEXT BOUT…..IN THE BLACK
PANTIES….A NEWCOMER TO KO KORNER…..DANIELLE!”
My sexy blonde warrior woman strides confidently down the
aisle and into the fighting cage. She
steps up onto the platform.
“DANIELLE IS 27 YEARS OLD!
SHE HAILS FROM NEW AUSTRALIA WHERE HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 128 WINS…41
LOSSES…AND 31 KILLS!”
Danielle gets a healthy cheer from the women surrounding the
fighting area. Though she is a newcomer,
she made quite an impression with her triple kill last night, and the women of
Harbor City are excited to see her in action again.
“AND NOW….APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE LIGHT PURPLE PANTIES,
SHOES AND SOCKS…YUMI!”
Down the aisle walks a cute young Asian girl, and she is
getting a decent round of cheers and applause herself. She sees me sitting by the fighting cage and
runs over, hops into my lap and begins to make out with me. Danielle howls with rage and the fans go
wild.
“BITCH I WILL KILL YOU!”
Danielle screams at the young girl sitting in my lap dry humping me.
“YOU WLL BE THE ONE WHO IS DEFEATED!” Yumi calls back to her and then dismounts me.
“I will be back in a few minutes, keep this hard for me!” Yumi giggles as she runs her hand down my
hardened penis, almost making me cum into my pants. She strolls into the cage and Danielle looks
ready to pounce on her, but two City Moderators make a move towards her and she
returns to her corner. It is never wise
to violate Fighting Protocol when City Mods are present.
A few distinct voices call out encouragement to the young
Asian fighter; her resident fan base it seems.
“LADIES…YOU KNOW THE RULES…WHEN THE BELL RINGS….FIGHT!”
Now the crowd settles into a steady murmur of excitement as
we all wait for the bell to ring.
Several minutes pass….
DING!
DING! DING!
And the fight is on!
With no hesitation the two women step straight into the center of the
platform and engage in a SAVAGE round of punches.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
The crowd goes wild as they pummel each other and fresh
blood begins to speckle the freshly cleaned fighting platform.
THUD!
Yumi gives
Danielle a knee to the gut and the blonde doubles over.
“COME ON WHITE BITCH!
I CAME HERE TO FIGHT!” Yumi
screams and grabs Danielle’s ponytail, forcing her to stand back up straight.
THUD!
Danielle
surprises the Asian with a SAVAGE uppercut.
She drops to her butt and scoots away as the blonde comes after her.
“YEAH! GET HER
DANIELLE!” Someone yells out of the
crowd. The women inside the cage step forward, following the action on the
platform intently.
Danielle is almost on her prey, but suddenly Yumi manages to
shoot a foot up and into the blonde’s crotch.
PLUD!!!
Danielle winces and drops onto her butt. Yumi rears up, ready to pounce, but Danielle
is quick to recover and suddenly the two girls lock up in a desperate bearhug
on their knees in the middle of the platform.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” The crowd begins to chant rhythmically,
providing a steady pulse for the fighters.
“OOOOhhhhhh…” One of the girls lets out a low moan of desperation
but it is hard to tell which of them is in more trouble. Yumi suddenly hooks her fingers into the
waistband of Danielle’s panties and gives them a little tug.
“GLURK!” Danielle
spits some blood up into the lights and returns the panty tug.
“OH GOD OHHHHhhhhhh…” Yumi moans. They press tighter into
each other now, both girls panting heavily.
The crowd is bursting with excitement. This is a good fight!
THUD!! They topple over onto heir sides. Yumi snaps her legs around Danielle. She has POWERFUL legs. Danielle’s face turns crimson and she lets
out a yelp of agony as her ribs are compressed between the 19 year old fighter’s
legs.
“I HAVE YOU NOW WHORE!
I HAVE Y- AIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”
Yumi screeches in agony!
Danielle has managed to get her hand down onside the front of Yumi’s
panties and is RAVAGING her vagina! Yumi immediately topples off her opponent and
nearly off the platform, but Danielle grabs her foot and pulls her into the
center of the stage.
“Uh Uh bitch. You’re
MINE.” And then she mounts her.
“Noooo please….you win you win….” Yumi moans, but it is no
use. Danielle is ready to finish her
off.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Yumi’s legs twitch and jerk as Danielle mercilessly pounds
her face. Blood splatters the platform. The crowd goes wild. They begin to chant Danielle’s name.
“DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE!”
DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!
Danielle gives her victim a couple more punches while the Warning
Bell peels out over the crowd, then finally she sits back, sucking in large
gaps of air as she regards the frenzied audience around the outside of the cage. The women on the inside of the cage are all visibly
disappointed they didn’t get to dispatch another fighter, but the women on the outside
of the cage seem to have found a new favorite and cheer wildly for my blonde
warrior woman.
“DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE! DANIELLE!”
Finally Danielle stands up, grabs one of Yumi’s feet, and
drags the bloody unconscious girl around the perimeter or the stage, taunting
the women inside the cage with her, making it look like she might just toss the
hapless girl off the stage for them to destroy, but once she has made a full
circuit around the perimeter of the platform, leaving a trail of blood behind
her the whole way, she drags Yumi into the center, lets her leg drop so she is spread
eagled on her back, then strikes her victory pose.
DING! DING! DING!
“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT…..DANIELLE!”
Inside the cage boos and hisses. Outside the cage wild cheers and chants of
her name. The cage is opened for me and
I go in to kiss the winner of the fight.
This excites the crowd even more and before I know it
Danielle has pulled me to the floor right next to Yumi’s sprawled out form and
I do her right there to the delight of the spectators.
When we are finished Danielle collects her 500 credits and
we go out to see more of the city.
Alyssa vs. Melissa
(KO Korner)
Danielle and I sit down together in my chair, our bodies
pressed tightly together. She glistens
with sweat and the faint aroma of our sex lingers about. She glares at any women in the place who dares
to look at me too long. She is ready to
fight ANYBODY.
Finally a couple of girls run into the cage, wearing nothing but dirty white panties. The crowd begins taunting and mocking them as soon as they appear. They each have a thin collar around their neck, heavy eye shadow and red lipstick which is smeared heavily on their lips, and they do not look up at anyone but go about their tasks quickly and diligently. One drags Yumi off the platform by the feet, carelessly letting her head bounce off the floor as she is dragged off the edge of the platform. The other carries a bucket and some towels and begins cleaning the blood off the platform.
“Are those House Slaves?”
I ask Doctor Green.
“Indeed. Though this
venue does not host Death Matches, they can purchase House Slaves from the
Harbor City Death Cage any time that venue becomes overburdened with too many,
which is, frankly…a LOT.
“Interesting” I
say. It doesn’t take long for the
depressed looking slave girls to get the platform ready for the next fight.
“LADIES AND ISHMAEL!
THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE NEXT BOUT!”
A loud cheer goes up from the women packed into the venue.
“NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE…IN THE FLORAL PRINT
PANTIES….ALYSSA!”
A young blonde girl with short hair trots into the lighted
area and immediately gets booed and hissed at by the crowd.
“YOU SUCK!”
“FUCKING LOSER!”
She pays them no attention, entering the cage and walking
right up onto the platform.
“ALYSSA IS 18 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 4 WINS…28 LOSSES…AND 0 KILLS!”
The heckling continues.
“AND NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE….HER OPPONENT….IN FLORAL PRINT
PANTIES AND CRÈME FOOT SOCKS….MELLISA!”
An even louder groan of disappointment erupts from the crowd
as an adorable curly haired brunette trots down the aisle and towards the cage,
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” She shrieks at the blonde
already in the cage, staring back at her with wide blue eyes.
“FUCK YOU SLUT!”
Alyssa howls back and starts toward the opening as Melissa approaches,
but two City Mods walk out of the shadows and she quickly returns to her corner
as Melissa steps onto the platform and dutifully goes to her own corner on the
opposite side. Both girls attention is
now on the grim faced City mods and they stand stock still in their corners
while the announcement is finished.
“MELISSA IS 19 YEARS OLD!
HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 14 WINS…49 LOSSES…AND 1 KILL!”
Another loud cacophony of boos and hisses go up at this, though
I am pretty sure I detect a few cheers scattered in. Possibly a few folks here witnessed this girl
make her one and only kill.
‘I’M GONNA FUCKING WASTE YOU!” She calls across the platform at Alyssa.
“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S ABOUT TO GET PUT DOWN LIKE THE DOG SHE
IS!” The blonde screams back. Clearly there is some bad blood between these
two.
“I’LL WASTE BOTH OF YOU LITTLE SKANKS!” Danielle suddenly calls out from her place by
my side. A hush instantly falls over the
crowd, followed immediately by frantic murmuring. The whole place buzzes with excitement. I wonder if this sort of spontaneous
challenge is even allowed, but as if my mind is being read, the loudspeaker
crackles into life.
“DO THE FIGHTERS ON THE PLATFORM ACCEPT THIS CHALLENGE TO A
2 on 1 FIGHT?”
“Go convince them,” Danielle suddenly whispers into my
ear. ”The only way I’m getting any kind
of challenge in this place is with a handicap bout. I NEED this!” I step up onto the platform. The crowd buzzes with excitement. I see both fighters catch their breath and
now their attention is 100 percent on me.
They have never seen a man before.
“Come here girls, I wanna talk to you.” Hesitantly the two young fighting females
approach me, still looking ready to spring at each other at any moment, though
they are now distracted by my presence.
I hold my arms out invitingly, and finally they both move in. I put my hands around each of their waists
and pull them in a little bit. First I
kiss the blonde one. She kisses me frantically
and presses her body against me eagerly.
I feel her nipples harden against my bare chest. Then I turn to kiss the other one. She also presses against me excitedly as we
make out to the delight of the shocked spectators, who begin cheering wildly.
“Now kiss each other.”
I say and surprisingly they do.
“Now kiss me again.”
I say and now we are locked in a three way make out session. I worry that I’m going to make them wet, and
I myself feel like I could splurge into my shorts at any moment. I pull back away.
“Just think what a great team you could make. I know you would take out my girlfriend over
there, and then the three of us could go back to my hotel room together and
celebrate. What do you think?”
The two long time enemies turn towards each other. The tension in the air is palpable. They seem like they kind of want to tear into
each other still, but it is clear they are both deep in thought. Time passes…..
FIVE
MINUTES LATER…
“IN THIS
CORNER…IN THE BLACK PANTIES…..DANIELLE!”
A loud cheer
goes up from the crowd. The announcer doesn’t
bother reading her stats again. After
all, a lot of time has passed since the last bout ended. The spectators here want to see VIOLENCE.
“AND IN THIS
CORNER….HER OPPONENTS….ALYSSA AND MELISSA!”
The crowd
mostly boos and hisses the two well-known jobbers, but a few cheers do ring
out, probably from folks who are just excited to see something different than
the standard ole one on one bouts.
“WHEN THE
BELL RINGS….FIGHT TO THE FINISH!”
We don’t
have long to wait.
DING!
DING! DING!
All the
girls begin to walk straight towards the center of the platform. Alyssa and
Melissa make a move to flank Danielle as she marches forward. Danielle suddenly lunges forward and boots
Melissa straight up into the bridge of the crotch. The curly haired girl howls in pain as she
drops. Alyssa locks up with Danielle and
they stagger around the platform until Danielle suddenly gives the blonde a knee
to the crotch. She drops to the
platform, moaning in pain. Danielle
turns her attention to Melissa, who is crawling away. She pulls her up to her feet and gives her a
little slap to the face.
“Come
on. Let’s FIGHT!” Danielle commands, raising her fists up
menacingly. Melissa gives a little
sniffle and reluctantly raises her own fists.
They begin to circle around the perimeter of the platform, making one
full rotation. Melissa lungs forward! A
brief fist fight ensues, and the jobber actually gets a couple hits in but a
SAVAGE uppercut sends her dropping to her butt. At that moment Alyssa kicks Danielle
straight in the kidney from behind.
“ULGH!” Danielle sputters and staggers forward.
Melissa kicks her in the crotch!
THUD!!!
The crowd is
starting to cheer for the jobbers now!
Daniele moans and doubles over, staggering backward. Alyssa is stepping
towards her, ready to attack.
PLUD!!! But
Danielle knees her in the crotch! Alyssa
stumbles backward, her foot slips off the platform and she lands on her
back. The “Wrecking Crew” immediately
surround her and the stomping begins.
THUD!
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Alyssa’s
arms and legs jerk about as she is viciously stomped out by the savage women
inside the fighting cage. Within seconds
one of the Mods rushes in, blowing her whistle.
“SHE’S DONE!
SHE’S DONE!” The Wrecking Crew girls
back off quickly, knowing the punishment for murder. The City Mod examines the unconscious girl
closely, then gives a thumbs down signal.
Instantly a nurse rushes into the cage and swiftly stabilizes the unconscious
fighter. Alyssa is now in an induced
coma and can safely lie on the floor for up to 24 hours before requiring
hospitalization and medical attention. .
Of course, she will not be fighting again any time soon. Not until after a LONG hospital stay, and
almost certainly some plastic surgery all over her badly mangled body.
Meanwhile,
Danielle is straddling Melissa, lightly slapping her, trying to get her to
fight.
“WAAAAAAH!!!” Melissa is bawling like a baby. “I DON’T WANNA FIGHT ANYMORE!!!!
WAAAAAAAHHHH!”
CRACK! Danielle answers her with a NASTY face slap
then stands up over her. She grabs her
by the feet, spreads her legs, and plants a heel DEEP into the jobber’s crotch.
PLUD!!!
“GLURF!!!” Melissa belches out a huge glob of bloody
puke. Danielle lets her victim’s legs drop heavily to the platform and leaves her laying
there moaning while she parades slowly around the perimeter of the platform enjoying
the sound of the spectators chanting her name. Melissa rolls into the center of the platform
and curls up into a fetal position, wailing loudly like a terrified infant.
“DAN-YELL!
DAN-YELL! DAN-YELL! DAN-YELL!” They have clearly found a new favorite
fighter.
After making one full circuit around the perimeter of the
fighting surface, Daniele turns her attention back to her prey.
“NO PLEASE! I GIVE I GIVE I GIVE!” Melissa wails and squirms away from the
approaching Danielle, and while she is doing so she shits herself in
terror. She gets up and tries to dive
off the 0latform, maybe intending to run for it, though there isn’t really
anywhere for her to go. The cage is
locked. Besides Danielle is too fast for
her and has her by the waistband. She
pulls her back onto the platform, swiftly putting her into a choke hold from
behind.
“GAK! GAK! GAK!” The
curly haired jobber’s eyes roll up into her head. Her arms flop lifelessly to her side. Danielle releases her and she flops face
first to the hardwood platform, spraying blood out from where her face hits
with a
THUD!
Her butt
twerks a couple times in the air before she goes completely limp. Danielle strikes her victory pose.
DING!
DING! DING!
“THE WINNER
OF THIS FIGHT…DANIELLE!!!”
The crowd
goes WILD for their new champion. After
a few moments of basking in her glory, Danielle stalks slowly towards me. She climbs seductively into my lap,
straddling me from the front and wraps her legs around me. She pulls my dick out of my shorts and pushes
her panties down enough that I can get inside her. A couple quick thrusts is all it takes for us
to finish with a loud moan of pleasure.
The crowd cheers for us. Danielle dismounts me, adjusting her
panties.
“I have a
mission for you. Stay here and watch
some more fights. If any of these
bitches seem worthy of my time, bring one of them back to the hotel room. Fuck the bitch in our bed. I want you to. It will make it that much better when I walk
in and beat her ass all over the room.
Will you do this for me?”
“I think I
can bring myself to do it. For you anyway.”
“My hero!’ She says with a smile and walks out of the venue with the crowd chanting her name. I return to my seat to await the next bout
It takes the slave
girls quite a while to clean the blood up from to fighting cage, so by the time
the platform is dried off for the next pair of fighters, it is after 3 in the
afternoon. I settle back into my seat to
await the beginning of the next bout.
“NOW APPROACHING THE
CAGE…IN THE LIGHT YELLOW FLORAL PRINT PANTIES…FOOT SOCKS…AND
SCHOOLGIRL CLOGS….CASEY!”
A booming groan
explodes from the crowd followed by a cacophony of boos hisses and
catcalls. Clearly they do NOT like this
girl.
“WHEN ARE YOU GONNA
GIVE UP?”
“LOSER!”
“PATHETIC SKANK!”
“YOU SUCK!”
“CHILD KILLER!”
I’m not sure what
that last insult was about, but the women of Harbor City clearly have little
use for this young fighter who is strolling down the aisle showing no
indication that she gives a shit what anyone thinks. I have to admit, she seems pretty cute to
me. If I happened to end up back at the
hotel room with her, and if she happened to defeat my girlfriend, I suppose I
wouldn’t have too much difficulty…rising to the occasion of rewarding her for
it. We’ll just have to see if she can
fight! She steps up onto the platform.
The boos and hisses do not subside.
This is the most derision I have
ever seen any fighter receive from spectators.
Casey shows no sign that it bothers her.
“CASEY IS 24 YEARS
OLD! HER RECORDS STANDS AT 12 WINS…129
LOSSES…AND 1 KILL!”
Wow, that IS a
pretty sad record. It’s no wonder the
fans don’t like her. I suppose if her
opponent is also a jobber, she may have a chance. I find myself wondering how pathetic the girl who lost to her in a
death match must have been.
“AND NOW…APPROACHING
THE CAGE….IN THE BLACK PANTHER SKIN PANTIES…..HAZEL!”
A cheer goes up from
the crowd at the mention of the Panther skin panties. This fighter is a so called “Jungle Girl.” These women have chosen to live in the Jungle
and fight in savage death matches against members of the other Tribes. There is the Lioness Tribe, Tiger Tribe,
Cheetah Tribe and Panther Tribe. TO join
one of these tribes, a woman must strip naked and go into the jungle until she
finds and kills a big cat, which she then makes her own fighting panties from
the hide. Though they spend most of
their time living in the jungle, occasionally one will make a trip into the
city to collect some victories.
The lithe female
warrior strolls confidently down the aisle towards the fighting cage. Casey just sneers at her with contempt showing very little fear for someone who is also certainly about to get beat to a pulp.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and the two
female fighter step out of their corners and begin to circle each other.
“I’M GONNA TAKE YOU
APART PATHETIC JUNGLE WHORE!” Casey
shouts. Hazel just looks at her and
slowly circles, demonstrating no emotion of any kind. They make one full
rotation and begin a second, then Hazel strikes!
OHHHH! The nasty cunt punt actually brings the already defeated Casey harshly back into reality!
The victorious
Jungle Girl stands up slowly and takes a stroll around the perimeter of the
fighting platform, showing off her perfect muscles to the cheering women
surrounding the cage. Casey was NO match for her at all. Once she has made a full circuit around the platform
she walks over to my viewing booth and climbs into my lap for a victory
session. The crowd goes wild as she
pleasures herself on my lap. Once she is
satisfied, she walks back over to the completely still Casey and cum tags her
face with her dripping crotch. When the destroyed
jobber wakes up in a couple days, the first thing she will taste and smell is
our victory sex.
One of the most
humiliating things that can happen to a fighter.
Hazel strolls calmly
out of the venue. At no point did she
speak a single word, which is quite common for a Jungle Girl.
Casey is dragged out
of the cage by her feet and a couple mat girls run out to clean the platform for
the next fight.
Danielle will be in the hospital for a few days I think.
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