AUTHOR'S NOTE: I swear this isn't just a shameless plug for my Patreon. I do plan to use the vast majority of the artwork being generated from my Patron's Only: "Root for your favorite girl" series, but I thought I would share with you one possible pathway you can follow that is currently up. I try to add something new to this outwardly spiraling storyline daily and I suspect eventually it will be HUGE. The choices highlighted in red are the ones that would lead you down this particular narrative, but there are already several other possible outcomes you can arrive at, and I will be adding additional characters over time.
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You are in trouble. Your wife Brandi has been spoiling for a good bedroom death match, and you were supposed to find an opponent for her. You've been to dozens of violent fights today but each time the winner was too worn out to be much of a match for your wife, and if she isn't satisfied, you might not get laid tonight!
Now it is almost midnight and you are at The Poison Lair. There is one more death match scheduled for the night, so hopefully the winner of it will be in good enough condition for another fight.
The final fight of the night here should be a decent brawl. Mikki, age 19 has 22 kills and her opponent, Raija, age 18, has 16. Only one of them will walk away from this bout alive.
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Raija did take a few hits in her fight against Mikki, so she stops at a Self Med Booth for a quick healing. She looks good as new when she steps out and you lead her towards you and Brandi's house near the edge of town. By this time it has been established that Raija knows exactly what you are up to and is looking forward to putting an end to your wife and claiming you as her own.
You lead her into your small house and the two of you go straight to the bedroom. Raija drops her trophy bag to the ground next to your bed and it makes a slight thud from the weight of her kill trophies. She pushes you down onto the mattress and climbs on top of you, kissing you passionately. She grinds her crotch against your hardened member and you massage her butt, feeling along the waistband of her light blue fighting panties. You start to slip them off but she pushes your hands away.
"Not till after the fight, big boy. I wanna fight HORNY."
She drops back down onto you and kisses your neck. You are almost ready to splurge into your pants when she finally slumps back to the end of the bed.
"Damn is that skank whore wife of yours ever gonna show up? I wanna FIGHT!"
That being said, there is nobody here to enforce that protocol, so....
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You scoot up to the edge of the bed but keep your mouth shut. "May the better woman win" you think to yourself. After all, Brandi wanted this, didn't she?
The two young women begin to circle. Your heart is pounding. The tension in the room is almost palpable. One of these two sexy ladies is about to die fighting for you.
You keep your mouth shut, but Brandi and Raija do not. They continue to circle, talking mad shit while they size each other up.
"COME ON BRANDI! GET HER!" You suddenly shout. The tension was to much. Brandi lands a SOLID body kick that sends Raija reeling!
"GET HER BRANDI!" You suddenly let out.
She responds instantly, jutting forward and spiking Raija right in the face with a SAVAGE jab! Blood peppers the air!
"YEAH BABY! TOU GOT HER!" You call out to your wife, who immediately swings her foot up at her foe, but...
Oh man your wife is in SERIOUS trouble! Maybe this whole bedroom catfight idea wasn't such a great one after all.
"COME ON BRANDI! FIGHT BACK! FIGHT!!!" You call out, no longer worried about "Bedroom Fight Protocol"
Your red haired wife topples over onto her belly and begins to slowly squirm towards the bed. Cheering your wife on is one thing but interfering in the fight would be grounds for immediate imprisonment, so that is out of the question...
Raija is coming for her. You better start to get used to the idea of being married to a blonde...
You wake up with your wife laying on top of you, naked. As soon as you open your eyes she kisses you and you swiftly roll over so you are on top of her. She smiles as you slide inside her warm moist vagina, rewarding her yet again for her hard fought victory.
You take your time pleasuring her, and then the two of you just lay in bed wrapped in each other’s arms and legs for some time. Occasionally you look at the dead girl laying on the floor, admiring your wife’s work. You really did marry a true warrior woman.
“All right,” Brandi finally announces. Time to summon the BFC!”
You go into the kitchen and make breakfast for you and Brandi while you wait for the Green Tower City officials to arrive, which they do just as you are finishing your meal. Three official looking women in white coats enter the bedroom with a wide assortment of complicated looking equipment. They examine Raija’s panties, (determining that she was indeed wearing them when she was killed, indicating she was dressed to fight. They examine all the blood splatters and quickly determine that this was indeed a legal bedroom kill, made in a fair and voluntary fight.
“Congratulations Miss Brandi.” One of them says as they begin to pack up their lighting and camera equipment. “You officially have one kill on your record. You may do whatever you wish with the body and the possessions of the deceased.
With that they leave, and your wife is now officially a Green Tower City fighter with one kill under her waistband! You watch proudly as she peels off the blonde’s light blue cotton fighting panties and hangs them up on the wall over the mattress you spent the night fucking on. Next she gathers up Raija’s socks and her trophy bag which contains 17 pairs of panties; all the girls Raija killed during her fighting career.
“I can auction these off in town and make some good cash!” Brandi says, then she drags Raija’s naked body out to the side of the street. Throughout the day it will serve as a warning to other women that a bedroom fighter lives here. By morning it will be gone, food for the muto dogs who roam the streets at night, an undignified end for Raija.
Several days pass. Brandi insists on letting all the bruises and scratches from the fight heal naturally, rather than visiting a self med booth which would clear them up instantly. She seems to enjoy the aches and pains she earned from the fight, wearing them as a badge of honor.
You and Brandi always did fuck a lot, but now the two of you seem insatiable. Any time you look at her you remember how she vanquished another woman in front of you and you absolutely have to have her. She never seems to mind.
Of course, it’s only a matter of time before she wants to fight again. One morning you wake up to find her already dressed in her heart print panties and white socks.
“Come on, baby, I need another fight! I wanna fight in a venue! I wanna kill in front of a crowd!: She announces excitedly, so the two of you walk out of the house and head a few blocks towards town. On the outskirts of the downtown district is a small shady looking place called The Bloody Mattress. The management is more than happy to accommodate you, as having a man here to watch the fights will fill up the stands very quickly and ensure easy Simulcast sales. You are given a cage side seat for the bouts and your wife is led off to the sign-up section. She will be taking part in the first fight of the day!
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It isn't long before the announcement comes on for the first fight of the day!
The crowd explodes as your ginger haired wife proudly strikes her victory pose. The same women who were booing and hissing Brandi at the beginning of the bout are now cheering wildly and chanting her name. The bloodthirsty women of Green Tower City certainly are a fickle lot, and it seems, for the moment at least, they have found a new champion.
Brandi beams at you full of pride. You can tell she is horny as hell, so you go to her right therein the fighting cage. She holds her victory pose for you for several minutes while you make out to the delight of the crowd, then she briskly boots the dead body off the mattress onto the dirt ground and pulls you down onto the blood splattered mattress. The crowd goes wild as you pleasure your wife right there in front of all the female spectators that have crammed into the small venue to witness this spectacle.
It doesn't take long for the two of you to climax together, and then Brandi tugs Savannah's panties off to be added to her trophy collection. As this fight took place in an official venue in front of spectators, there is no need to wait for the BFC's approval, and Brandi's official kill count has already been upgraded to 2.
You slowly make your way home. Brandi holds you hand with her left hand and grips her new trophy in the other. It's a beautiful day and you enjoy the warm sunshine and the stares of the onlookers who know a victorious fighter when they see one. Brandi is already making a name for herself here in Green Tower City.
She hangs up the pink panties on the wall next to Raija's.
"Where should I fight next baby?" Brandi purrs. It looks like it's up to you to decide where the next step in her fighting career will take her...
TAKE HER TO THE POISON LAIR
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"Let's go to the Poison Lair!"
"THAT...is the correct answer..." she purrs with a smile and kissed you. You start to make out and you make a move for the waistband of her heart print fighting panties, but she pushes your hands away.
"Not until after I make my next kill, tiger. Let's get going! I want to make first bell!"
This is a bit of a relief. The Poison Lair generally schedules all the least experienced fighters for the first few bouts and lines up the bigger bouts for later. With any luck Brandi will be matched up against an 18 year old birthday girl with no kills and have an easy victory.
Within the hour you and your femme fatale wife are walking into the sign up doorway of The Poison Lair. This venue has strict protocols that must be followed at all times or the rule breaking fighter will be immediately executed. As one of the extremely rare make specimens left on the planet, you have nothing to worry from execution, but you could get ejected from the venue for life if you do not follow their rules to the LETTER.
Just like at the Bloody Mattress earlier, you and Brandi are separated at the sign up area, and you are escorted to your usual cage side VIP seat. The women filling the stands gasp and all look at you. Most of them have never seen a man before.
Soon, a young blonde girl in pink panties and a ponytail walks out and climbs into the ring, going to one corner. A few minute slater, your wife walks out, climbs into the ring, and goes to the opposite corner. She got first draw! The young blonde girl looks fresh, inexperienced. This might be her first fight. If so she should be a pushover and soon you will be fucking your hot ass red headed woman warrior once again. (And she will have THREE pairs of panties pinned over the headboard of your bed...)
You know a winner when you see one, and this blonde newcomer....DAaaamn...
"GET HER BETH! GET HER!" You call out.
Brandi doesn't seem to flinch, but that isn't surprising. She likes you to start out cheering for the other girl. What she doesn't know is, this time, you mean it.
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